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Psychologists have long noted that man is a gregarious animal whose need for affection and emotional security is as real and basic as his need for food and shelter.

This social need is reflected many times over in our everyday lives. There is the teen-aged boy who frequently smokes marijuana, though he dislikes it, because he fears being branded a "straight" by his friends. There is the suburban housewife who turns to an illicit affair because her husband, totally dedicated to his business, cannot or will not give her the affection she craves.

HOT DAUGHTER is the story of a young, average American girl, Bernadette Reese. A bright eighteen year old with many friends, Bernadette is nonetheless filled with an overwhelming need for emotional security. Thus it is that she turns to her father for the affection she craves, and, when he is tragically killed in an accident, to her own brothers. For Bernadette, seeking affection and security becomes a way of life, her norm. And for how many other young people like her?

A novel that poses a timely question for our increasingly decentralized American families.



CHAPTER ONE

Bernadette Reese was no virgin. She hadn't been a virgin since her eighteenth birthday. She had been no naive nymph at the time. Sex education was being taught in all the junior-high and high schools, and Bernadette attended every class. Other girls her age had lost their cherries months, even years before, and though Bernadette felt no less sexually aroused than they, her sexual feelings remained dormant when in the presence of the boys she dated.

Even at the age of nineteen, Bernadette was dating. She had a nice set of tits, a slender waist, just the hint of a little curve to her belly, and nice hips. Her ass was round, but not overblown, and though she had let some boys touch her titties and crotch, she had felt nothing for them. Yet Bernadette had a constant heat inside her, and she realized the heat was at its strongest in her home. She had three brothers, one pretty younger sister, a virile, handsome father, and an attractive mother. And it was when she was in the bosom of her family that she felt most aroused.

Because she looked older than she was, Bernadette was able to get into X-rated movie theaters and see for herself just how people were supposed to behave in bed. And it was because she went to see an X-rated movie on her eighteenth birthday that she lost her virginity. Lost it? No, Bernadette didn't lose it: she threw it away on purpose.

One of Bernadette's "friends" saw her going into the theater and hurried to tell her father. She would have told Bernadette's mother, as well, but her mother was at an evening canasta game and wouldn't be home until midnight.

So it was, when Bernadette got home at nine o'clock, her father confronted her with what he'd heard. Bernadette freely admitted having been to the movie, saying, "It was my birthday, Daddy. I'm eighteen years old and I know what's going on, by now. I just wanted to see what it looked like."

"You aren't too old to be punished," her father snapped.

"And how will you punish me?" she laughed sassily. "Will you spank me?"

"You aren't too old for that, either," her father said angrily.

"Oh, pooh!" she answered, flouncing up the stairs to her bedroom.

Her father was right behind her. He picked up a hairbrush from her dressing table, grabbed her by the arm, sat on the bed, flung her across his knee despite the squeals of protest, pulled up her skirt, and began paddling her rounded ass. She was wearing a pair of scanty bikini panties, and they barely covered her ass, much less her pussy. As he spanked, she writhed and wriggled, rubbing her belly against his lap, and she could feel his enlarging cock poking up through his pants. And suddenly the spanking no longer hurt. It felt good. As her father continued walloping her butt-cheeks, he realized she was sighing rather than yelping. Her movement on his lap wasn't that of a helpless daughter being punished for being a smart-ass, but rather that of an erotic female trying to arouse the male in him.

Bernadette's cunt was burning up. After having seen the movies, she knew what she needed. But now she realized she wanted it from her own father. And there was that communication between father and daughter that let him know what she wanted without a word being said.

He stopped spanking her and she turned her head, looked at him, and said, "Beat me, Daddy. Beat me hard. Please!"

"No," her father insisted. "No. I can't."

"Why not?" she asked, standing up, her ass hot with lust more than pain.

Looking down at her seated father, she saw the anguish on his face, and suddenly she realized it wasn't a one-way feeling. He had become aroused from spanking her.

"Daddy," she said, squatting down in front of him, "I love you."

"I love you, too, sweetheart," he replied, dropping the brush. "That's why I spanked you in the first place, because I love you and care about you and I didn't want you corrupted by those horrible films."

"Is it corruption, Daddy? What I saw I enjoyed, and, Daddy, I want to do that with you."

"My God! No!" he bellowed. "Never think such a thing again!"

"Daddy, stop it. I want you. I mean I really want you. Like they say in those pictures, I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me."

"Don't you dare even think such a thing," her father chastised, suddenly standing up.

She stood with him, turned, ran to the door, shut it, and locked it.

"Bernadette, what are you doing?"

She smiled at him as her hand reached behind her and quickly unzipped her dress.

"Stop that this instant," her father ordered, but his voice was weakening.

She pulled the dress off and stood in front of him in her bra and panties. He had seen her that way often enough in the morning when everyone was scrambling in and out of the two bathrooms in the house. But this was the first time she saw a glimmer of desire in his eyes. Yes, it was true. He might not want to admit it, but he wanted to fuck her. He probably never even realized it up until that moment, but he was as hot for her as he had once been for her mother many years before.

"I'm going to leave," he told her as she unsnapped her bra.

"You'll have to get by me," she murmured, removing the bra and throwing it off to the side.

He simply stood there, staring, his eyes bugging out of his head.

"God!" he muttered, "I have to be seeing things."

His eyes were rooted on her jiggling tits, two perfect spheres of full, weighty, upstanding flesh with nipples like pink noses pointing at him. Each nipple had a halo of pink areola an inch in diameter, contrasting beautifully against the whiteness of her tits.

"Bernadette," he whispered. "This is wrong. Stop it, now."

"Wrong? How can it be wrong? Don't you love me?"

"Of course I love you, but... this isn't the way we're supposed to love one another."

"Oh, Daddy," she muttered, starting to flush. "When a male and a female love one another, they should love each other every way possible. I never realized it until tonight, but I think I've always wanted to be this way with you, as long as I was able to think about sex. I just never admitted it to myself before."

"But this way is wrong."

"No, Daddy, the only wrong thing would be if I got pregnant, and that'll never happen. My girl friends have been taking the Pill for nearly a year now, and not wanting to be left out, I started taking it, too, about three months ago. So you don't have to worry about my having any idiot kids, Daddy. Oh, please," she begged, stepping out of her panties. "Oh, please, Daddy. Fuck me!"

Her tits were trembling, making them look all that much more arousing. Her nipples were beginning to swell just because he was looking at them, and when she saw his gaze fall to her crotch, she could feel the heat in her cunt increase.

Very slowly he approached her. He carefully wrapped an arm around her naked waist and pulled her slowly to him, saying, "You're still a baby, Bernadette. Oh, you may be my oldest daughter, but to me you're an infant. If you could really understand what you're doing, you wouldn't do it. Yes, I do love you. Yes, I do feel desire for you. And seeing you this way makes me want you in a way I never before realized. But it just isn't right," he told her, once more going to the bed and sitting on it.

She walked with him, and when he sat, she sat on his lap, trilling to the rough feeling of his slacks against her bare butt, a butt already cooling off.

She leaned against him, pressing the points of her hot boobs into the cloth of his shirt, and the sensation aroused her even more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him close, kissed his lips lightly with her own, and whispered, "Daddy, I love you so much. Please fuck me. Please, I want it the first time from the man I love most in all the world."

She shivered as she felt his hands suddenly glide over her full tits, making her rubbery nipples swell even more and become even harder. He couldn't help himself. His hands had to touch her. And while one hand caressed her pink nipples, the other slid along her spine to touch the cheeks of her round ass. His fingers sank into the cushioned flesh, his nails almost cutting into her.

"Bernadette, please, please don't do this," he murmured. "Please, stop it now while it can be stopped."

He tried to release her, but she clung all the more tightly to him, raising herself a little so his fingers could get a better grip on her ass. It also brought her tits into contact with his face. His mouth seemed to open of its own accord and simply engulf her soft tit. His tongue swirled over the nipple while his lips sucked at it as if trying to milk it.

Suddenly his hands were moving here and there, touching every part of her youthful body at once, and igniting new and different kinds of heat inside her. Even watching the sex movies hadn't aroused her as his hands now did. She felt aroused and thrilled all over, and she rubbed her seething little box against the pressure of his seeking fingers as his mouth continued madly sucking her tit. He sucked with his lips, puffing on the nipple, trying to enlarge it. Then he bit it with his teeth, causing raging fires to start all over her body, and finally his tongue licked the nipple where his teeth had bitten, as if trying to apologize for the pressure of his teeth.

Bernadette wiggled her body, and once again feeling the poking cock as it pressed up against his pants. Her ankles were crossed as she wiggled on his lap, feeling the pressure of his cock-head pushing into her ass. Meanwhile his fingers continued rubbing her moss-covered cunt-mound while his other hand pressed on the base of her spine. His lips released one boob and moved to the other, letting his tongue and teeth alternate on it, as well, making her shudder all the more.

All during the movie, Bernadette had watched the fucking couples on the screen and imagined herself to be the girls in the pictures. But what she was feeling now far surpassed anything she might have imagined she'd feel as new fires began lighting all over her from the blast furnace inside her sopping cunt.

She put her hand against the fingers playing with her cunt hairs and pressed them all the harder into her gash. They seemed like white-hot fingers, literally searing her tender labes. She could feel his middle finger wiggling around, teasing the outer rim of her cunt-lips, and making her hump back and forth as she gasped for breath. He fingered her snatch, and she could feel her labes wanting to part like flower petals to let him in. And then she felt her cunt-juice start to bubble and flow as his finger slowly pushed its way into her slit. She nearly fainted with joy.

It was all so unbelievably wonderful she couldn't fully understand it. Her stomach felt all tight inside, and her legs were rubbery, and she found breathing suddenly joyously difficult. Her entire body was taut and she shuddered with delight, knowing her wonderful father was making love to her.

His finger moved tenderly, lightly caressing her quivering clitoris as it withdrew, covered with her sopping twat-cream. More and heavier oil began working its way from deep inside her flaming pussy, oozing straight through her steaming canal and leaking out between her soft pussy-flaps onto the sheets below. Some of it leaked down into her ass-crack and soaked into her shitter.

Bernadette could feel it all, and yet all she cared about were the wonderful sensations building in her frothing snatch as her daddy's finger slid in and out, stopping to caress her tingling clit. It made her wriggle delightedly.

His other hand continued caressing her nipples, first massaging one and then the other, keeping them both filled with blood and fully enlarged. Occasionally his palm would slide down from her full boobs and start caressing her slightly curved belly or her slender waist, moving in a tantalizing criss-cross designed to tickle every part of her.

Bernadette used her own hand in an attempt to push her father's finger even deeper in her box, and through the heated bolts of breath she heard him pleading with her to stop him. Tears were coming from his eyes.

Her own hands slid under his shirt and undershirt, feeling the woolly hairs on his chest as her fingers began running over his torso delicately, sending needles of tortured thrills through him. She could feel the delicate points of his small nipples, and rubbed her thumbs across them as he had done to her boobs. He tumbled her onto the bed and threw himself on top of her.

His mouth kissed her throat strongly, and with her hands she clamped his head tightly to her. He continued kissing her throat for a long time, while one of his hands continued playing with her sweet little pussy. After a while his mouth moved lower again, his lips once again sucking each nipple in turn, licking it furiously, biting and chewing it, and then, instead of returning to her sensitive throat again, his tongue began licking lower, blazing a tantalizing trail across her lower abdomen, making her feel as if liquid lava were seeping from her pores. He stopped once, at her navel, and let his tongue lightly rove around inside for a few minutes. She began churning her lower body, almost anticipating what would happen next, but not daring to believe it.

She felt his tongue now move until it had dipped into the crease where her right leg joined her torso. The tongue followed the length of the crease up, and then down, and her crotch began grinding madly in anticipation of what would happen next. Actually Bernadette hadn't meant to grind, but it was as if that part of her body had gone completely out of control, jerking wildly in heaving spasms, as if trying to aim her sopping slit at his licking tongue.

Bernadette didn't really understand the reason for what she was doing. Somehow she just couldn't control herself. She ground her leaking cunt around and around, pushing it higher and higher, opening her thighs ever wider, leaving him the full exposure of her creaming gash.

Her hands were still pressing against his head, and now her fingers tangled themselves in his hair as she began yanking his head lower in the hope of shortly feeling his mouth press against her seething snatch.

But her daddy would not be hurried. He was totally lost in the magnificent pleasure of his daughter's body, fully enjoying himself now that he'd surrendered to her, and he moved his mouth at a very slow, purposeful, tantalizing pace.

To Bernadette the slowness was sheer torture, but it was so overwhelming and provocative she slammed her juicing cunt against him all the harder, feeling her labes literally drooling with lubrication.

Her sweet cunt was so wet, Bernadette was afraid she might have unknowingly taken a piss. But this was a different kind of liquid leaking out of her. It was stickier, yet slicker, and it built a new, frenzied kind of thrill inside her. And oddly, her father seemed all the more aroused when his cheek came in contact with the pussy-syrup.

His hands began to move under her tight, round butt-cheeks, his fingers squeezing them as his mouth moved ever closer to her dripping gash. With his fingers pressing into her ass-cheeks, his thumbs dug into the sides of her crotch, forcing her furry cunt-mound higher so that it almost stood out from between her thighs. His tongue was licking lower in the joint of her thigh, almost touching the hair-surrounded labes, making more and more slippery juice ooze from her pouch like pussy. And then he lifted his mouth, opened it wide, and set it down right on her sopping slash.

Bernadette almost fainted the feeling was so completely devastating. It was as if a bolt of lightning had come down out of the heavens and slammed right into her cunt. She began violently rubbing her hair-fringed box up and down, thrilling to the way the flat of his tongue slurped through her simmering crack straight on up to her shivering clitoris, pressing it harder and harder, making her want to scream. It slid down from her quivering clit and sank into her steaming cunt-hole, slurping in and out, rubbing her pussy walls, drinking her twat-cream as it came running into his mouth. And all the while his fingers continued lightly dancing along her inner thighs, caressing the soft white flesh, making her writhe all the more. And then his hands went running up to her tits again, pinching and pulling the nipples, squeezing them, arousing her even more.

Her fingers tightened their hold on his hair, tugged him closer, jamming his face ever-deeper into her flaming cunt-hole, thrilling to the way his tongue seemed to stab all the deeper into her anxious snatch, thereby making more pussy juice come pouring out. And then she found his lips and tongue were licking and sucking her cunt in rhythm to the way she was bouncing her body.

Bernadette found herself shuddering all over. Something, she couldn't quite tell what, was about to happen to her. She had seen the women in the movies acting this way, but she hadn't believed they were really feeling anything. No woman went that crazy. And yet now she herself was moaning in the exact same way the women in those fuck films had moaned.

She was sighing, gasping, and gulping air feverishly. Her body felt itself automatically winding up tighter and tighter until she was completely wound up. She was delirious with rapture, thrilled with ecstasy as her sopping slit literally pounded into her father's face again and again.

"Ohhhhh... Daddy," she breathed. "Oh, wonderful Daddy. Oh, don't stop it now... uhhhh... wonderful, sweet, fabulous, cunt-eating fatherrrrrr..."

Her insides seemed to knot into a tightness that prevented her from breathing, and then, all of a sudden, everything exploded like a hydrogen bomb inside her. Fiery blasts followed one another in her body as she felt her cunt spasming again and again. She rubbed her gurgling gash into her father's face with greater effort as she twitched and jumped, all out of control. Her feet were kicking his back as she rotated madly, all but tearing the hair out of his head as she pushed his face ever-deeper, feeling her cunt-cream splash out of her into his face in wild, uncontrolled jets.

Her father's tongue continued lapping up all her pussy-syrup, sucking it into his throat, drinking it all down as if it were the nectar of the Gods. His lips pulled at her soft labes in an attempt to suck even more juice from inside her gushing cunt-hole.

All Bernadette could do was lie there, her body totally limp, her thighs spread, her stomach sucking in each time she felt another spasm of climax, her head lolling from side to side, and her nipples fully swollen with the delight sensuously blazing through her young body.

Very, very slowly she returned to reality and realized her father was still sucking at her cunt, lapping away even though she had no more twat juice to offer. Her snatch was oversensitive, and she wanted to stop his tongue from moving against her clit, but she didn't dare. He had been so good to her, why deny him his own pleasure?

His own pleasure. His own pleasure. Her daddy did not come, himself. Nor had he fucked her. Delighted and delirious as she felt, she wanted his cock inside her cunt. She wanted her father to pop her cherry. She wanted to feel his jism spurting into her cunt.

Her father stopped lapping, wiped his face on the covers, then came up to lie beside her.

"Don't hate me, Daddy," she begged.

"My sweet, darling Bernadette, how could I ever hate you?" he asked. "I love you. The trouble is, I love you too much. I love you more than a father should love his own daughter. Deep down, subconsciously, I think I've had the desire to do this to you ever since your body began filling out."

"Daddy, Daddy, I adore you," she whispered, "but now that we've come this far, let's be straight with each other. You've wanted to do more than eat me. You've always wanted to fuck me. Please, Daddy. Please, fuck me before you leave. I can see you're in pain because you're so aroused and haven't had any release. Please, Daddy, fuck me."

She yanked his pants and underpants down as he lay there, and he did nothing to stop her. His heavy cock came popping out as if it were spring-loaded, and when Bernadette saw it, she was awed. His prick was far larger than anything the studs in the movies displayed. God! His cock was immense. And it was fat. And it was the cock that had helped make her. She could hear her father's ragged breathing as he propped himself up on his elbow and stared at her.

Without realizing it, Bernadette had already decided what the next step would be. She had seen the girls in the movies do it, and there was no reason why she couldn't, even if her daddy's whang was so huge. God! It had a white shaft with a rich, purple head, and it was really swollen and bloated. In a brown, hairy sac underneath, she could see his heavy balls. Christ! They were large. To think, a part of herself had once rested in those balls.

Her face closed in on his rod eagerly. Her tongue was already out of her mouth, extended as far as it could go, and even as its tip tasted the pre-cum seeping heavily from the piss-slit in the head of her father's cock, Bernadette realized he wasn't going to stop her.

She remembered that the more her father had eaten her pussy, the more cunt-juice had flowed. She wondered if it worked the same with his cock. She licked the bulbous purple knob a few times, tasting the wonderful gooey seepage as it continued flowing, and she soon realized it was her tongue making the stuff come out all the faster.

Her father's hand rested on her head, and she felt the pressure, understanding what he wanted. Her lips parted, forming a nice O as she slipped the bulbous knob right in, surrounding the flange of the corona with her lips and pulling hard. Damn, but the resilient cock-head had a nice meaty flavor of its own, and she sucked on it fervidly, swallowing the continuous flow of gooey liquid.

Her tongue ran back and forth over the heavy prick-tip, tickling, teasing, tantalizing, making her father buck madly as he tried stuffing more of his weighty dick down her throat. Bernadette felt the littlest bit more cock slide against her tongue, but she was determined to eat her father as slowly as he had eaten her. She compressed her lips tightly around the heavy prick, sucking strongly, pulling more flavorless oil down her throat.

Bernadette could tell she was giving him a good blowjob from the way her father sighed and seemed to weep. His clasped hands on her head were pressing more energetically now, and she could tell he wanted her sucking as much of his cock as possible. He began heaving his crotch forward and back, letting his huge dong slide out, then back in, gradually sinking it into her mouth just the littlest bit deeper each time. Soon the rubbery knob was caressing the back of her throat, and it was only when she began coughing and gagging that he stopped trying to force more of his meat into her.

She could tell her father was as much in heaven now as she had been minutes earlier, and the thought that she was arousing him so much made her get horny all over again. Her lips pressed tightly around the plunging prick, creating stronger, tighter friction, while one of her hands began rubbing his balls gently, making his ass bounce a little harder on the bed.

"Oh, God!" he whimpered. "Oh, dear God! I... I'm... going... to come."

Yes, Daddy, she thought, come! Come in my mouth! Let me taste your jizz!

Her stomach was all aquiver, waiting to receive the spurts of her father's sperm. She was tense and shaking, filled with the desire to taste the wonderful spunk he was about to shoot down her throat.

The swollen cock-head seemed to enlarge even more now. It shivered and trembled as her tongue felt the wild, throbbing pulsation of the tube when his sperm began traveling trough it. She felt the jizz rise up through his prick until it reached the head, and then, as the knob bloated hugely, he came wildly.

The heavy, sticky sperm was totally different from his pre-cum. This had more substance to it. It was strong, acrid, with a definite flavor, and Bernadette liked the taste immediately. The delicious warmth flooded across her tongue and down her gullet, making her tingle with delight.

Now she was more a part of her daddy than ever before. His delicious seed was shooting into her belly. Yum! It tasted so good.

She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts, she barely heard her father's "AAAAARRGGHHHH!!" as he wildly humped into her face, slamming his hairy thighs into her cheeks and nose, pressing his balls against her chin, jamming his hands against her head so tightly he would have strangled her had his cock not started to soften. Even so, her mouth continued working, her teeth continued chewing, her lips continued sucking, and her tongue continued licking as she eagerly drank her father's fuck-cream.

Her lips had their full effect on his cock. Slowly his prick began hardening again, swelling, straining, enlarging, and her mouth backed away because her throat just wasn't ready to take the full length of her daddy's mighty dong.

Her mouth came off her father's cock. She looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me. Please. I've wanted that more than anything else. Don't use your mouth or your fingers or anything else this time, Daddy. I just want to feel your cock inside me. Please, Daddy, please!"

He grabbed her, looked at her, and said, "God help me, but I do love you, Bernadette. Don't ever think badly of me for this."

He flung her down on the bed and fell on top of her, his body pressing against hers. His mouth was once again sucking her nipples, and she could feel that magnificent cock beginning to poke against her thighs. She shuddered, aching to feel his prick push its way into her virgin cunt. She was trembling with desire, her thighs spread wide apart, her sopping slash already oozing.

"Fuck me!" she begged, feeling his cock push against her pussy-lips.

"God forgive me," her father murmured, and proceeded to push.

The thickness of his knob as it entered her cunt-mouth made Bernadette tense up. Her entire body was a solid, frozen mass of expectancy as the heavy cock-head forced its way a bit deeper into her virgin cunt.

"Uhhhhh!" she gasped.

"Oh, baby," he whispered, "am I hurting you? Am I?"

"Push harder, Daddy," she begged. "Hurry, push harder, let me feel the whole thing inside me. Hurry!"

Her dresser mirror, off to the left, reflected a good part of the scene back to Bernadette. She could see her father's hairy ass above her thighs, and she could see his monstrous pole as it pushed into her box, parting the ragged, pink edges of her tender cunt-lips. The sight reminded her of what she had seen in the movie and it became doubly arousing, because now she was watching herself fuck, and with her father. It looked fantastic.

"Aaaghhh!" she screamed as he pushed his prick in a little deeper.

"Just a little more, honey," he assured her, kissing her.

Bernadette stared at the way her father's balls tightened up into his groin, giving her an unobstructed view of his cock as it pushed its way deeper into her welcoming cunt.

Oh, God! She had never realized how tight a fit it would be. In those fuck films she had seen how all those other cunts had been able to take the thick cocks stuffed into them without any great problem. She had figured she would have no problem taking her father's prick.

"Uhh... Daddy... keep... fuck... don't... stop," she begged.

"My sweet girl," he whispered. "This is the only time it will hurt. You have such a wonderfully tight, sweet pussy, my darling. No one, not even your mother ever felt this good. Ohhhhh, you hold my cock so wonderfully."

Digging her heels into the bed, Bernadette, rammed her body higher, and suddenly she felt the heavy shaft move farther in. A strong pain made her arch her back, and she almost yelped. In the mirror she could see that the ooze slipping out around his sliding cock had a reddish tint to it. Her cherry. He had popped her cherry. It was gone, out of the way. Her wonderful daddy had made her a woman!

Her father's tongue in her gash had been wonderful. It had given her the first real climax she'd ever known. Tasting his prick had been terrific, too. But none of it compared to the feel of that wonderful tool working its way through her squeezing cunt. Delight and desire fired their way through her body so quickly she wondered where the great feeling had been before. It was as if she had always had this blazing heat inside her.

Her heels dug deeper into the bed, raising her body higher, forcing more of his cock into her cunt, a millimeter at a time. His prick slid in deeper and deeper, reaching much farther into her cunt than his tongue or his finger had. Nothing had ever reached that high up into her cunt before, and she began wildly thrashing and sighing as his heavy cock continued sliding into her snatch, lubricated all the way by her own sloshing juice mixed with her virginal blood.

And then his cock was all the way in.

"Ohhhhhhh, Daddy, that feels sooooo wonderful," she sighed. "I love you, darling Daddy. I love you more than anyone else in the world. Now fuck me for all I'm worth. Fuck hard!"

His mouth began dipping down and sucking on her hard nipples again, compressing them between his lips, biting them, then licking them. Thrill after wild thrill shot trough her body as he drew his cock slowly back, sliding it through her squeezing pussy-canal, then slamming it into her tight hole again, shoving it in her cunt so hard and so deep she thought she would catch the pulsing knob in her throat.

Bernadette watched in the mirror as his ass raised and lowered, pumping his thick rod into her pussy. It was a gentle pronging at first, and all the pain in her seething cunt began easing out as he fucked a little faster. Delicious excitement worked its way through her nervous system as her ass-cheeks squeezed together and her crotch began bumping against his. It was wonderful.

He speeded up after a while, and she fucked right along with him. They were reaching the critical point, and Bernadette knew the two of them would come off together. It was as if each was totally attuned to the other, and each knew when the other was going to climax.

"Daddy," she murmured, "Daddy, I'm going... to... come."

"Me... uhh... too," he confirmed, continuing to push and pull his meat back and forth inside her hot snatch. "Love you, honey. Really love you..."

"I love you, too, Daddy... Oh, Daddy! Here it comes! Here it -- ARGGHHHHHH!!"

Her creaming cunt suddenly tightened like a strong fist around his punching cock as one wild thrill after another rocked through her body. She thrashed wildly under him, bucking like a wild mare completely out of control, and he responded, riding her perfectly as he continued pistoning his prick in and out, in and out, in and out of her convulsing cunt.

And then she felt the hot blast of cum-cream splatter against the end of her cunt as he fired blast after blast of heated jism into her snatch.

"Oh, Daddy," she muttered, wrapping her legs around him and tightly gripping him with both arms, "this is so wonderful! Promise me you'll fuck me again. Please!"

Her father, totally under his daughter's spell knew there was no way he could avoid fucking her again. Even if he refused to promise, he was well aware she would get to him again. So, for the peace of mind of the two of them, he promised.

And he kept his promise up to the day he died -- a year later.

Both he and Bernadette's mother were killed in a crash when a drunk driver ran into them. That left Bernadette alone with her three older brothers and her younger sister. But, contrary to what she believed at the funeral, her days of incest had only just begun.

CHAPTER TWO

David Reese was Bernadette's oldest brother. He had just turned twenty-four, had gotten his CPA, and had become the head of the family. He had no girl friends, nor any likely prospect of getting married in the near future, which meant his energies would be devoted to supporting the family his parents had left behind them when they'd died.

David was only five feet seven inches tall, and though not exactly ugly, he was a long way from being handsome. There was nothing rugged or masculine about him. On the contrary, he had an almost mawkish appearance that turned women off. Though a mere twenty-two, he was already balding. His high forehead extended almost to the top of his head, though he still had plenty of hair on the sides. He wore thick, black-rimmed glasses, which in no way enhanced his appearance.

It was David's contention that a woman's place was in the home. Since Bernadette had only one year of high school left, he agreed to let her finish it, on condition the school lump her two free periods and her lunch period together at the end of the school day, so she could get out of school two hours ahead of everyone else and return home to take care of the household chores.

Gail Reese, Bernadette's younger sister, had almost no sense of responsibility whatsoever. At the age of eighteen, she had been laid, re-laid, parlayed, and probably filleted. She had one hell of a body, but she had the kind of face one would cover with the American flag so one could fuck for Old Glory. Perhaps it was because she was so ugly that Gail insisted on screwing around with every male in the high school. How she avoided VD was a pure miracle.

Ron Reese was Bernadette's youngest brother, though he was two years older than she. He was in his last year of high school, too. It wasn't that Ron was dumb; it was just that Bernadette was very smart. She had skipped two grades in elementary school.

Ron had tight, kinky, dark blond hair. He wasn't too bad looking, and of all the Reese brothers, he had the best chance for marriage later on in life. Like almost all boys his age, his mind was occupied with fast cars and easy girls.

Alvin Reese was the worst member of the family. He was the second brother, twenty years old, and a bit addle-brained. He wasn't retarded enough to have to go to a special school, nor was he retarded enough not to know about the birds and bees. But Alvin was a virgin because no girl, ugly or otherwise, wanted anything to do with him. Therefore Alvin was always around the house.

And Alvin knew what had been going on between his sister and his father.

But now his father was dead. Where was Bernadette going to get her cock? Alvin knew. He was going to offer her his. Offer? Hell, he was gonna shove it into her cunt whether she liked it or not! And if she tried squealing on him, he'd let the rest of the world know about her and dear old dead dad.

With their parents buried less than a week, Alvin decided he'd had a long enough mourning period. He wanted to fuck his sister, and that's all there was to it.

He waited for Bernadette to come from school that Monday, his hulking frame seated in a rocking chair. Unlike his two brothers, Alvin was extremely fat. He always had a simple look on his face, which was far from being a handsome face in any way. He moved quickly enough considering how much he weighed, but he looked like a lumbering rhino. He was always dressed in dungarees and a polo shirt because he hardly ever left the house.

When Bernadette walked into the house, she always ignored Alvin. He was her brother, and that was all there was to it. She had no special feeling for him, and she was totally unaware of the lust he had for her. So she was surprised when he said, "Hi ya, Bernie."

"Hi, Alvin," she nodded, putting her books down on the hall table.

"Hey, Bernie, let's you and me talk."

"Alvin, I don't have time to talk. I have to do the wash, and some ironing, then I have to get supper ready."

"Aw, shit! You can get all that done in a couple of hours. That'll give us plenty of time."

"Alvin, just what are you talking about?"

"Well, it's like this, Bernie. I know you and Pa were fucking."

Bernadette stood there, stunned, unable to believe what she heard. She stared at her moronic brother, her eyes wide.

"Stay cool, Bernie. I ain't gonna tell no one else... providin'..."

"Providing what?"

"Providin' you and I can come to some sorta arrangement like you had with Pa."

"Alvin, I always thought you were simple-minded. Now I see you're crazy as well."

She turned and walked away from him, heading for the laundry room next to the kitchen. Alvin followed, a big smirk on his face.

"Whatsa matter, Bernie?"

"You know what the matter is," she snapped. "What went on between Daddy and me happened because we loved each other."

"Well, I love you, Bernie."

"And as a sister I love you. But only as a sister."

"Shit on that. You fucked for Pa, and you're gonna fuck for me."

"Now, Alvin, you stop that."

"Stop? Hell, I ain't even started yet."

"And you aren't going to. Now forget it."

"No chance, Bernie. I figure if we start now, we can get done in an hour or two, and you'll have lotsa time to take care of the house."

"Forget it, Alvin."

Completely unaware of how serious her brother was, Bernadette took clothes from the laundry basket she had filled before going to school and dumped them into the washing machine. She added powder and then started the machine.

Suddenly she felt herself being hoisted up in the air as Alvin said, "It'll take a while for the clothes to get done, Bernie. We can have a lot fun till then."

"Alvin!" she screamed. "Put me down!"

"Sure," he told her, "once we're in a bedroom."

"My God! Alvin, how can you think of a thing like that with Mom and Dad dead only a week?"

"What the hell've their bein' dead got ta do with the way I feel?" he asked, carrying her up the stairs. "I got hot nuts and they need coolin' off. You got the nut-cooler 'tween your legs."

He carried her into her bedroom, slammed the door shut, and threw her on the bed. When she tried standing up, he pulled a sash from one of her robes and tied her wrists behind her.

"Alvin," Bernadette screamed, on the verge of hysteria, "you stop this!"

"Aw, shuddup, Bernie," he snapped, starting to undress. "You're gonna love my cock and you know it."

"Alvin, it isn't right!"

"Oh, and I suppose what you done with Pa was right, huh? Look, Bernie, you're gonna get fucked by me. We can do it the easy way so's we can both have fun, or we do it so it's only fun for me."

One thing Alvin inherited from his father was his long, fat dork. The moment he dropped his pants and Bernadette saw it, she gasped, terrorized by the sheer size of her brother's prick.

As soon as he was naked, Alvin waddled over to where Bernadette lay and, without any ceremony, used both hands to reach under and pull her panties off, despite the way she kicked him.

"Next time we'll get all undressed -- you, too," he said. "For now, we'll just fuck the way ya are. Okay?"

"Alvin, stop it!"

He threw himself on top of her, jamming his knees between her thighs, otherwise doing his best to keep her from moving around. His heavy cock poked into the side of her thigh as his head came down and began biting her right tit through the cloth of her dress and bra.

Bernadette tried wriggling free, but he held her tightly by the shoulders as he chewed on her nipple through the material. Then he released one shoulder and shoved a hand between her aching thighs, beginning to roughly massage her dry cunt-lips. He was hurting her and she wanted to scream, but she realized the family had tragedy enough, and if anyone found Alvin raping her, he'd be committed, which might mean another financial burden on Dave. And Dave was the kind of guy who would put the blame on her rather than on Alvin.

"Alvin," she pleaded, "don't do this! I'm your sister! You're hurting me. Do you want to go on hurting me?"

"Cool it, Bernie," he told her. "You're gonna love the old cock. You know it and I know it. So just relax and the whole thing'll go a lot easier."

She felt his fingers moving more smoothly around her cunt-lips now, and she shivered as she realized she was getting horny, not because of Alvin, but in spite of him. She was beginning to breathe heavily, and Alvin, who had seen his share of fuck movies, recognized its meaning.

"See, Bernie," he told her. "You're starting to like it. Oh, you wait'n see. You're gonna like it a lot."

She began turning and twisting, but her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and she could see the crazy look in her brother's eyes. He had no intention of stopping until he got his rocks off.

Bernadette tried kicking at him, but he brushed her legs aside easily.

"Please, Alvin!" she begged, tears streaming from her eyes. "Oh, please don't do this!"

"Stop squealin' like a stuck pig," Alvin told her. "It ain't like I was gonna hurt you, Bernie. You been fucked before. You know what it's all about. I ain't gonna do nothin' different than what's already been done. And ain't it better you fuckin' with me, a brother you love, than with some strange guy who could give ya a dose of clap?"

His fingers continued rubbing her pussy, touching the bead of her growing clit. His fingers moved all the faster now, and soon he could fit one, then two, and finally three fingers into her sopping gash. He knew he had a big cock. He'd seen the sizes of so many others, especially in school in the boys' shower room. He knew his cock was exceptionally large, and his slow-witted mind still had enough sense to realize he didn't want to hurt his sister. So before shoving his oversized cock into her pussy, he wanted to make sure her cunt was wide open and soaking wet so his prong could simply slide right on in her hole.

As it was, he could feel the tension slowly going out of her thighs as she stopped fighting. Little by little she allowed him to push her thighs farther and farther apart as he rubbed her juicy pink cunt-flesh with his fingers.

"Alvin, don't," she went on, but her voice had lost all conviction. His fingers had her in heat, and she was bouncing her ass on the bed in rhythm to the way his fingers moved, soft sucking sounds coming from within her drooling cunt-hole.

Alvin ignored her words as he began rubbing her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the pearl of flesh swell even more. His fingers squeezed the clit strongly, and Bernadette gasped and jumped as she realized she was beyond control now. She was heated to the point of no return. She began trembling even more, in response to the way he was touching and fingering her twat. Wild thrills began shooting like lightning through her pussy, and Bernadette realized Alvin was making her feel things only her father had been able to make her feel. The few boys she'd let touch her pussy hadn't been able to stimulate her at all.

It was because Alvin was her brother. Ugly and simple-minded as he was, they were of the same flesh, and the thought was arousing to her. She began bouncing her butt on the bed wildly.

"That's it, Bernie," Alvin whispered, delighted at the response he was getting. "Thatta girl. I knew you'd love fuckin' me. We're gonna have us a lotta good times together, you wait'n see. God! Look it the way your ass is bouncin' and see how your cunt's juicin' already. Listen to how my fingers're squeakin' in and outta your pussy. Here, I'll make things easier. I'll shove this here pillow under your ass."

Now he took his fingers from inside her sopping slit and began inching his cock forward, pushing the big prick-head against her slick, slithery gash.

When she felt Alvin's thick knob pressing into her cunt-lips, Bernadette began writhing again. Her body was in heat, but her mind was still fighting, and she cried, "Alvin, you'll rip me apart with that monstrous cock of yours!"

"Cool it, Bernie. You're gonna love it."

"Alvin, this is rape! Don't do this!"

"It's only rape if ya fight me. Stay cool, Bernie. Enjoy it. Hell, you know you wanna get fucked. You're dyin' for a cock. Jesus! I mean Pa might be dead, but you ain't. Your twat's just dyin' for a good piece of prick. You know you want it."

He spread her sopping pussy-lips with his fingers and moved the pulsing tip of his heavy cock to her wet, coral cunt-mouth.

"My God! No, no, no, no! Alvin, don't!" she screamed, now hysterical.

His thick, weighty meat began sliding forward, and he shoved a good three inches of prick into her steaming fuck-slot. It seemed to scorch Bernadette every bit of the way into her sopping cunt. His cock was even thicker than her dead father's, and she whined in pain as the big dong seemed to tear her cunt open. She writhed in what appeared to be constant torment as he worked the heavy rod around and around inside her flaming pussy-hole. The pain was swiftly fading, being replaced by the wonderful sensation of cock-in-cunt when he shot another three inches of cock into her tender cunt. She bounced madly, he stuffed his last few inches of his tool into her fuck-hole, ramming the elastic head of his knob against the end of her cunt. Bernadette almost fainted from a combination of agony and delight.

Once his prick was securely lodged all the way in his sister's snatch, Alvin began sliding his heavy meat in and out of her tight, gripping pussy. Noisy sucking sounds escaped from the snug fit of his thick cock into her boiling cunt. But the more he worked the fuck-pole into her twat the faster the pain abated and the hornier she got. Alvin was a dummy in everything else, but when it came to fucking, virgin male though he had been, he seemed to have a natural aptitude, and little by little her butt began bouncing in time to the way her brother's thick meat was plunging into her cunt. Her fuck-tunnel began widening to hold his thick cock more easily, and now wild, shivering thrills began shooting through her in spasmodic bursts.

Her thighs opened all the more widely as she willingly accepted the full length of his prick, shuddering, sighing, and tingling with pleasure. The fucking was loosening the sash around her wrists.

"Alvin," she moaned, but this time her voice had a different sound to it. "Oh, Alvin, fuck me! Yes, yes, yes, do it, brother! Fuck me good! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Oh, boy, I just knew you'd like it. I just knew it! I fuck great, don't I, Bernie?"

He crammed his heavy meat deeper into her slavering snatch, and her thighs wrapped tightly around his waist as she pumped her crotch up into his hard, hairy pelvis, sucking his thick meat into her voracious pussy, gobbling the swollen cock within her greedy, sucking cunt. Her wrists came free.

Alvin was feeling the air in his lungs turn to fire as his fingers squeezed her nipples through the dress and bra, his body shivering uncontrollably as he fucked into her twat again and again. Bernadette was tearing her fingernails through the flesh on his back, raking bloodlines from his neck to his waist, gasping as her body humped to match his mad, uncontrollable pace.

"Fuck me, fuck me, FUUUCCKK MEEEEE!!" she yelled, her body bouncing wildly, humping madly.

They became a turbulent, humping conglomeration of seething prick and wanton pussy jammed together in an insane, lascivious fight, tearing their mad, uncontrollable way to lustful satisfaction. They humped without thought to time, their bodies riding uncontrollably against one another.

Alvin's mouth clamped tightly against his sister's, and Bernadette found herself responding, kissing her slow-witted brother with as much fervor as he was kissing her. Her teeth clamped down on his tongue and almost tore it out of his mouth as she bit and chewed.

And then he came, unleashing his load into her clinging cunt as he rocketed toward the heavens in an uncontrollable, explosive orgasm. He unloaded a fantastic amount of heavy jizz into her anxious cunt, firing blast after blast of gummy spunk into her yearning pussy. He clung desperately to her as his balls emptied themselves into her twat, rocking madly back and forth as she tried to reach her own climax. But try as she might, it wouldn't come.

"Make me come!" she begged. "Make me come!"

"But I already came," he told her, slowly getting off her.

"Goddamn you!" she snarled. "You make me come, or I'll tell all the others how you raped me here today!"

"Whatcha want me to do?"

"Eat my cunt!"

"Yeah, but it's all fulla my wad."

"So what! It's yours, isn't it? Now get your mouth down there!"

Shrugging, Alvin lowered his head, bringing it closer to her sperm-filled snatch. He could see the white blobs inside her hot pussy, some of it seeping out, covering the pretty pink cunt-lips. He could feel the heat coming from inside her pussy, and the ripe fragrance of the mingled juices inside reached his nose. It was a strong, arousing odor, and Alvin was amazed as he felt his cock beginning to harden. Bits of white sperm dotted her dark muff as well, intensifying his hunger.

"Stop staring and get to work!" Bernadette snapped, arching her cunt in his direction, balancing herself on her heels and elbows.

Her sopping beaver washed his chin, and Alvin, unable to restrain himself in any way, opened his mouth wide and clamped his sucking mouth on the hairy slash. He began slurping his jizz out of her gash, using his tongue to make her cunt juice bubble violently. His hands were holding her ass, his fingers tightly squeezing the round globes, pressing her soggy pussy even harder against his mouth.

Bernadette went mad with delight. Her body fell back on the bed so she could hump her box higher, thrilling to the way he pressed his fat, inexperienced tongue far up into her cunt-hole. He ate her twat the way she would have sucked on a ripe, juicy plum, and a fresh flood of colorless pussy-cream began flowing out of her gash, soaking his lips, chin and cheeks. It had taken him almost no time at all to drain out his cum, and now he was sucking the sweet syrup manufactured by her blistering cunt. Bernadette heard him slurping and sucking strongly, his tongue continually thrusting in and out, in and out of her horny snatch.

"Lick my cunt, you bastard!" she wailed, unable to contain herself any longer. "Ooooooooh, son of a bitch, suck, suck, suck! Lap that little button... ahhhhhhh..."

Alvin stopped for a moment and came up for air. His face was completely smeared with her secretions, and he was panting, trying to take a few deep breaths.

Bernadette was hotter than hell. Her swollen, rigid clit felt like a tiny sausage ready to burst from its skin. It was bright-red, and flooded with hot blood, and when his face came down and his tongue pressed against the quivering bud, she fairly shrieked her delight. Her head spun from side to side on the pillow, her black hair flying.

She could feel Alvin's tongue lapping faster and faster, like a thirsty hound drinking water, and she bounced and shuddered as she strained toward her orgasm. Her thighs had tightened strongly around his head as her hands pulled his hair, tugging his face ever deeper into her inflamed gash. Her seething pussy humped against his working mouth in desperation as she felt that wonderful feeling begin to build up again inside her. She was shivering and sucking in air loudly as the sensation built higher and higher inside her. And then she was there, ramming her flaming pussy hard against his hungering mouth, squirting jet after jet of pussy-cream into his face as she came madly.

Alvin, in heat again, in fact considerably hotter than before, felt her thighs tighten around his head until he thought the pressure would make his head crack. Still he slurped madly, feeling her bounce crazily on the bed, almost tearing his head from his shoulders.

Her thighs suddenly parted and she all but tore the hair from his head as she yanked him away from her oversensitive snatch. She shuddered and sighed, lying back, thinking it was over.

But it was not yet ended. Alvin needed more relief. Even as his sister lay back, his ponderous form covered her slender body and he guided his thick, heavy prick to the butterfly lips of her sweet pussy. This time the resistance was considerably less. Her cunt walls opened widely to welcome his burning tool.

This time he expected the fucking would last a little longer. He wanted to play with his sister's tits for a while, but she was still fully dressed, and dim-witted as he was, he knew he didn't dare risk tearing the clothing from her.

Bernadette's pussy was oversensitive, and yet she wanted more. Even as his cock filled the depths of her weeping snatch a second time, she realized she wanted to feel her brother's heavy pole reaming through her tight fuck-hole.

Alvin grabbed her ass-cheeks again, squeezing those luscious cheeks. His digging prick plunged ever deeper on every in stroke, forcing Bernadette to adjust to the solid, swift, ass-pounding beat of his screwing. Her blood-swollen nipples pushed against the material of her bra, rubbing back and forth against his bare chest as it pressed against her dress. Together they rocked from side-to-side in a wild embrace, rolling and struggling, but this time working toward a common goal.

Her father might have been more experienced, and he might have even fucked her better, but Bernadette couldn't recall when she'd ever been fucked with such energy before. She had no idea whether it was some innate ability of Alvin's, or if it was his youth. In any case, she was getting the wildest screwing of her life.

Even as she rocked her hips in rhythm to Alvin's hunching dong, Bernadette realized this would not be the end of it. At the moment she didn't want it to end, but once she regained her sanity, she would do her best to avoid Alvin. But even then she knew damn well there would be no way of avoiding Alvin. This was going to be the first in a series of many nights when her brother would be fucking her without letup.

Bernadette knew this incredible fuck couldn't go on much longer. She could feel his sunken shaft twitching violently inside her twat, building the feeling inside her cunt to a shimmering delightfulness, making her dangle on the edge of an erotic precipice. She could feel him trying to slow down his fuck-thrusts in the hope of holding off his impending orgasm, but it would have been easier to hold the wind in his hands. Bernadette's desire had built to a peak again, and she refused to slow her grinding hips. Her calves locked themselves behind his back for leverage as her pussy muscles proceeded to squeeze his cock.

Her second climax suddenly came sweeping down on her, and her heels kicked his back as her arms clutched his weighty body to her. Even as she soared to the heights of orgasmic delight, she felt his wild thrusts become even stronger. He plunged ever-more-maddeningly into her cock-crushing hole, and then his immense body stiffened on top of hers and began jerking and twisting violently about as his whole being concentrated itself in the steaming, piston of his thrusting cock. He plunged in and out of her with ever-greater speed, and new climaxes built themselves on old, fading ones, as she bounced wildly, shrieking out her insane pleasures, clutching him all the more tightly.

And then she felt another load of heavy, boiling sperm suddenly stream into her cunt as Alvin babbled incoherently. His jizz exploded into her again and again, and he kept prodding his meat into her cunt as his prick continued spurting. She rose to even higher peaks before his dick slowly shrank inside her snatch.

She fell back on the bed, exhausted, and Alvin fell on top of her. They lay that way for nearly an hour before she finally got up, slipped on new panties, and went about her household chores.

CHAPTER THREE

Had Alvin not tried to be an insatiable glutton, Bernadette might have adjusted to him. Moron though he was, his cock more than adequately replaced the one she'd lost when her father had died. Had he tried bothering her only once in a while, she might have gone along with him. But the very next day he tried the same thing, and Bernadette had to hold him off with a butcher knife from the kitchen.

"From now on," she told him, "we fuck when I feel like it, and not when you get the urge. I'll be damned if I'm going to let you wear me out at this stage in my life."

Bernadette did not withhold herself completely from her brother. Every once in a while, when the other members of the family weren't around and weren't likely to be around, she invited him up to her bedroom for a fuck, not because she liked him so much as because she was hot for cock, and she was fast finding out that only a family cock would suffice her.

One Saturday night, to be certain, she went out with Drew Starker, a tall, somewhat good-looking, albeit not-too-bright nineteen-year-old who lived next door. Drew had long brown hair, close-set eyes, flaring nostrils and high cheekbones. He had one of those naturally muscular bodies, and though he drank beer the way a fish drank water, it did nothing to his body.

His range of conversation was limited, but Bernadette had to admit he was a mental marvel compared to Alvin. He talked about his job in a fish market, and even discussed mutual acquaintances.

Bernadette let him do most of the talking, sitting on her side of the car, glad he was trying to concentrate on his driving rather than anything else. For all his lack of imagination, he wasn't a hophead. He didn't even puff pot.

He took her to a drive-in movie, bought her popcorn and an egg roll, and did nothing more than try holding her hand. She let him, feeling a little more comfortable after a while. At least he wasn't an animal.

After the movie they went to have some pizza. She became a little apprehensive when she saw him order a beer with the pizza, but he kept it down to one can. He tried convincing her to have a beer, as well, but Bernadette didn't like beer and declined.

Completely lacking in imagination, Drew drove back to his house (which was right next door to hers) and asked, "You wanna go home, or maybe you'd like to come to my house for a while?"

"I wouldn't want to waken anyone," she told him.

"I got a key to the back door. It goes right down to our room in the basement," he told her.

"And what happens once we're in the basement?" she inquired.

"Hey, stay cool, huh? I ain't gonna hurt you. You know that. I mean, we live right next door to each other. We have to go on livin' next door and talkin' to each other. Christ! I ain't gonna hurt ya."

She looked at him, at the dullness behind his eyes, and she smiled. Drew was no less masculine than any male she knew, but he wasn't the kind to force himself on a girl. What it all boiled down to was, did she want to fuck him or not? Compared to Alvin, Drew had a shining beacon for a personality. Physically, he was not only thinner than Alvin, but was even more slender than her late father, yet he bulged with muscles in spite of his slim suppleness.

She had no idea how many other girls he might have screwed. She didn't particularly care, though she did accept the fact that experience would have helped.

What the hell! It was just past midnight, she didn't feel the least bit sleepy, and it was time to pull away from Alvin. She couldn't go through the rest of her life having to depend on a dimwit for sex. Right now she was only nineteen. In a little while she would be out of high school. Eventually she would want to get married. God! How could she live with a husband whose cock didn't satisfy her? She had to start finding outside cocks sometime, in the hope of eventually discovering she was capable of an orgasm with someone other than an immediate family member.

"Let's go see your basement," she finally agreed, actually seeing the light flash in his eyes for a fraction of a second.

They got out of his car and he led her around to the rear of the house, careful to hold her hand so she wouldn't stumble in the dark. Once downstairs, he led her through the darkness to a small room to the right of the stairs. Once inside, he closed the door and turned on a light.

Bernadette could see the small window at the top of the wall. To the right was a small bookcase, on the left was a chest freezer, and across the far wall was a day bed with cushions on it. There was a small, old TV set to her immediate right.

"Wanna relax and watch a late movie while I dig up a beer?" he asked.

"No beer," she told him.

"Huh?"

"Let's not watch television, either. Let's just kind of relax and take it easy. Okay?"

"Yeah, well sure," he nodded as she sat on the day bed and patted the space next to her.

Drew sat next to her, and she could see he felt ill at ease. It occurred to her that Drew Starker was probably a male virgin. Well, hell! That was just her luck, wasn't it? The one man she'd really loved and adored, her father, had to go and get himself killed. Now in order to get a good prick she'd had to fuck her half-witted brother Alvin who, despite his natural ability, had also been an inexperienced virgin. Christ! Hers was a record to be envied by many a male. After all, here was another virgin whose masculine cherry was about to be popped.

She leaned against him a bit, feeling his arm, protectively support her as she rested her head on his shoulder. Her own hand came to rest gently on his knee, and she could feel his body quiver. His thigh tensed and his hand gripped her shoulder tightly.

She raised her head and looked into his face. In his youth he'd had considerable acne problems, which even now weren't completely gone. There were pitted marks in his face where the skin had been severely ravaged. Even so, this wouldn't have deterred from his good looks had he been more certain of himself. The vacuity in his eyes would always keep him from being strong. What a shame, because he was strong in every other way.

Her head raised itself a bit higher off his shoulder, and as he turned his face towards hers, she kissed him. It was a light, close-mouthed kiss, but it was enough to send tight convulsions traveling through him. She could feel his thigh tighten again as her fingers continued wandering a little higher.

His other hand came around and cupped the back of her head as he kissed her again, stronger, more savagely, with a certain primitive force. Like Alvin, Drew had a natural aptitude for sex. Like Alvin, he had never fucked prior to knowing her. There was so much he hungered for, yet he was shy and afraid.

Bernadette wanted to feel something with him. God! She wanted to feel something very much. She had to break the hold of Alvin's thick cock. It wasn't merely the immorality of Alvin being her brother. That was something she might have become accustomed to. But the idea of spending her life fucking a moron, with no hope of ever having a husband and family of her own was too horrible to contemplate, even at the age of nineteen.

Damn! She had to get her cunt used to different, outside cocks. Her father had spoiled her, though he'd tried hard to avoid it, and Alvin had pushed her deeper into the quagmire of incest, taking such complete control of her body when they did fuck, she loved every last little bit of it.

Bernadette's other hand followed the example of Drew's, and while he held her head, she cupped the back of his neck, pressing her lips softly to his, parting her mouth to admit his savagely plunging tongue.

Bernadette's hand began moving higher, pressing against Drew's inner thigh. For a few moments he was so engrossed in the tongue duel, he didn't realize his thighs were pressing tightly together, preventing her fingers from reaching into his crotch. But when he shifted to pull her a little closer to him, his thighs opened and he felt the warmth of her hand as it cupped his heavy balls. The heel of her palm was rubbing the head of his cock through the material, and he began humping his body wildly up and down. His own hand slid under her mini-dress, and he shuddered when he felt her warm, soft thighs part, giving his fingers access to her soaked panty-crotch.

Bernadette knew her body's response was automatic. Her pussy was already hot and soaking, leaking drops of slippery lubrication, and her nipples were already swollen, anticipating the touch of his hand. But her mind was not aroused. The passion she longed to feel wasn't inside her. The strong sensations making her heart flutter and her ass rotate while her cunt-lips twitched in eager anticipation just weren't there.

It has to come, she thought. It just has to come. It must!

His hand was already in the process of sliding her panties down her legs and off from around her ankles. His fingers were heavy and indelicate as they probed between her thighs, feeling the slick hole between her cunt-lips avidly gobble them up, first two, then three, as the sticky flow from inside her twat began increasing.

She could tell from the inexperienced way his fingers fumbled inside her gash he was unable to believe what was happening. Her own hand was squeezing the solid tube of his prick through his pants, and she could tell he had a nice-sized dick, even if it wasn't as large or as thick as either her brother's or her late father's.

"Oh, God!" she heard him gasp. "Oh, God!"

He let go of her long enough to get to his feet and start stripping off his clothing. Not one to let any man get too far ahead of her, Bernadette hastily removed her own things, as well.

"Jeez!" he gasped, staring at her. "You look great."

His eyes wandered over the fullness of her boobs, noting the way her pink nipples seemed to point directly at him, while gently swaying. Her beaver was soaking wet, and he could see droplets of shiny lubrication glistening between the hairs.

"Christ!" he muttered. "I know if I shove my cock in there, I'll shoot my load before I pump twice."

"Well," she murmured, "that should give us the opportunity to find out how much stamina you have, I'll bet you can come more than once."

"I dunno," he replied shamefacedly. "This is the first time..." and then he stopped for a moment, realizing he had almost given away the fact that he'd never been laid before. He didn't dare admit it to anyone. He lamely finished with, "I've ever felt so hot that I knew I was gonna come so quick. Usually I can hold off so I only have to come once."

Sure, she thought. I'll bet. Then, aloud, she said, "But tonight you're going to come twice."

"Jeez, if that happens, I'll be so fagged out I'll never be able to move off this bed."

"Isn't it lucky I live right next door?" she whispered, sitting on the day bed, reaching out, and letting his balls fall into her open palm.

He shuddered at the caress of her fingers against his hairy, wrinkled nuts. It made him move forward and once again reach out and down with his hands, until his three fingers were once more deeply embedded in the hot, humid pool of her gurgling cunt. He could hear them sloshing inside as he thrust them back and forth in the frantic hope of arousing her to the point where once he shoved his broiling cock into her, she would come, too, and then he wouldn't have to try getting it up a second time.

Bernadette felt all the physical stimulation, but none of it reached her brain. Her cunt rotated on his fingers, writhing up and down as he slurped them in and out of her hole. She felt her breath becoming heavier and knew she would derive some sort of satisfaction before the night was out, but would it be enough?

"My cunt," she murmured, shuddering. "Use your thumb to rub my clit."

At first Drew didn't know what she was talking about. He knelt on the cold floor in front of the day bed and stared at the way his fingers moved in and out of her cunt-hole, and then, between the pink folds of soaking labes, up at the top, he saw the growing pearl of pinkness. As his fingers continued sliding back and forth inside her twat, he let his thumb press on the little pink button as if it were a doorbell waiting to be rung. And she reacted as if he'd really made one hell of a connection. Her hips bounced high as her ass-cheeks shot up off the day bed. He watched how resilient her buns were as they came slamming down onto the bed, flattening slightly before resuming their perfect shapes. He could see the winking brown tightness of her shivering asshole and knew he was doing something right.

"That's it, Drew," she encouraged. "That's the way to do it! Keep it moving... uhhh... don't... slow... ooooohh... down."

Drew watched the way the lubricant came seeping out each time his fingers pulled back, and the scent of her steaming pussy sent him into wild convulsions. Shit! She was here to be fucked. She said he could fuck her more than once, so it didn't matter if she didn't come this first time. God! That cunt looked so juicy all he really wanted to do was wallow in it. But his aching cock let him know it was time to make an entrance.

He stood up, and in a single motion, pushed her farther back on the day bed, then flung his body on top of hers. His knees were already between her wide-open thighs, his muscular meat probing, bouncing off one thigh and then the other as it moved closer and closer to her cunt.

Bernadette was impatient to feel his cock inside her. Everything up to this point had been totally unsatisfactory. Perhaps once his prick was inside it would ignite the necessary spark to make her feel attracted to other men. Hell! She had purposely accepted this date with Drew because she knew if she could make it with him, she'd be able to make it with almost any man.

Reaching down with her hand, she grabbed his horny cock and began guiding it closer to her hungering cunt. Christ! She had purposely kept Alvin away from her for more than a week, letting the sex urge inside her build to fantastic heights in the hope it would add to the stimulus and make her come.

Little by little the blunted, rubbery cock-head came closer and closer to her seeping pussy. She was panting, her body tremendously excited, but her mind was unaffected. She could feel Drew's hot poker getting harder and thicker, and she was afraid he'd shoot off too soon, all right. How he managed to keep himself under control was something neither one of them would ever know.

The touch of his expanding cock-head against her pussy-lips should have had her tingling with ecstasy. Hot currents of electricity should have been poised at the entrance to her cunt, waiting to plunge into her when his rampant rod went sliding in. But all she felt was the bumping of his knob, and when it slowly parted her labes, tightly pushing in, she felt a long, thick log being rammed into her cunt, neither exciting her nor hurting her. It was as if an obstruction had suddenly made its way into her. The feeling was more of discomfort than enjoyment.

Her thighs wrapped themselves around his hips, pulling him more snugly into her, stuffing and cramming ever more of his prick into her cunt.

"Fuck me!" she urged, kicking his rump with her heels. "Fuck me!"

Drew slid the rest of his cock into her clinging snatch, feeling new tingling thrills. This was his first cunt, and it was a tight one. Oh, God! Who would ever imagine a cunt would feel this good! Jacking off was nothing compared to this feeling. Jesus! God! What a tight, squirmy, squeezing cunt!

"God, you feel... so... great," he told her, grunting his words out.

"Fuck me, damn you!" she cursed, still kicking his rump, making him move his ass all the more quickly as he began pile driving into her cunt.

Despite the plunging motion of his steaming cock, Bernadette remained almost impassive. There was some physical sensation, fight enough. But there just wasn't that certain something she'd always had with her father and Alvin. It made her wonder if other women felt the same way about men, not realizing their greatest fucks would come from their own immediate family.

Her shoulders dug into the day bed as she threw her weight back and sucked his cock into her hole, unwrapping her calves from around his body and sinking her heels into the mattress. She began bouncing wildly in the hope the speeded-up motion would enhance the feelings inside her. She knew it was having its effect on Drew. He was gasping insanely as he balanced himself on the heels of his hands and his toes in an effort to keep up with her mad thrustings. She could feel the rubbing of his crotch hair against hers, and she knew he could feel it, too, for when their loins came into contact with each other, he shuddered all the more.

Drew leaned forward and sucked on a nipple, letting his tongue and lips pull at it as if it were a strawberry still on the vine. He sucked and chewed, rubbing the juiciness of the stiff bud between his lips. He sucked loudly, then scrunched the nipple between his teeth, chewing and biting as if he intended actually swallowing it.

Physically Bernadette was a scorching mass of fire. Drew's efforts as he pounded his solid meat through her blistering cum made her lower half bounce all the more quickly, as her heels all but tore through the mattress in an effort to lift herself to the heights of passion. But no matter how hard she tried, there was more than a little something missing in her mind. Her puckered asshole bobbed up and down like a floating cork as she spun and squirmed and writhed madly. Heavy juice ran down her inner thighs, falling to the mattress and soaking into it as her swollen cunt-lips tightened themselves around his probing meat. The sweet, rounded contours of her ass flattened momentarily each time they came crashing down on the bed while her raging cunt continued working its way around his plunging cock, slurping on it, pulling it ever deeper inside.

Drew's fingers now sank into the round, creamy softness of her butt as he began to bite and pull at her nipple.

"Oh, God!" he whimpered, letting the mashed words fall from his mouth. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come..."

"Hold off!" she begged. "Hold off just a few seconds. I feel something inside me, too."

"I can't stop it," he whimpered, pounding his cock ever harder into her grinding cunt. "I can't... stop... iiittt!"

"J-Just a fewwww seconds... more..."

It was all physical as far as Bernadette was concerned, but it was no less necessary than had it been total. True her emotions were flat and listless, but her physical self was built to a high peak now and was in need of release.

"Can't... can't... can't... uhhhh... AAAGGHHHHH!! Here it coommess! EEEYAGHHHH!!"

And his pumping, powering cock suddenly blasted a heavy load of burning jism into the depths of her quaking cunt, sending blast after blast of heavy cum flooding her hole.

Bernadette kept pumping her body, pounding viciously against his crotch, raking her nails into his ass, forcing him to shove his meat again and again into the velvet, silken sheath of her cunt as it clutched and sucked and squeezed every last drop of jism from his withering poker.

At the last second a small feeling hit her, but it was as if a pail of water had been dashed against her body when she had been expecting a rainstorm.

Christ! She'd make him fuck her again. This time she would not only get her own rocks off, but would find that lost sensation. Damn it all to hell! She would learn to fuck with men other than those in her family if it killed her!

"Drew," she said, as he pulled out and fell onto the bed beside her. "Before I leave, you're going to give me a good and proper fucking."

Bernadette was really on fire now, in dire need of a good climax. She pushed Drew until his legs were dangling over the edge of the day bed. His limp cock and heavy balls also dangled, but Bernadette would not be put off. Even if that wild, uncontrollable mental surge was missing, her body was on fire, and she intended re-erecting his screw machine, tired though it might have been.

She pressed her tits between his thighs, pushing the nipples between his balls and his thighs, rubbing the hot points up and down, letting his hairy nuts feel the spongy nails rub against them. Then she let one dangling nipple brush across the head of his cock, while she tickled his prick-shaft with her other nipple. Her fingers worked lightly along the underside.

At first, all of Bernadette's efforts seemed fruitless. No matter what she did, it just didn't seem to be enough. One hand reached under him and pressed a finger against his asshole. It made him jump, his first visible reaction to anything she was doing. At least he was alive.

And then his cock began rearing its leaking head little by little. When it was half-hard, she pressed it between the soft, tantalizing flesh of her tits; then she pressed her firm boobs together around the swelling shaft, applying more and more pressure until the hardening rod stretched to its full length. Copious quantities of leaking lubricant now bathed her tits as his heavy prong, fully aroused, stiff and boiling, was once again ready for screwing.

She loomed above him now, pushing him back on the bed, her dark hair flaring around her face, contrasting with the whiteness of her skin. It fell darkly and loosely behind her, though strands fell over her white shoulders, running down the front of her body and blithely, wispily dancing around her pink nipples. The nipples seemed more rigid than ever as her full jugs bounced and swayed as she lowered her seething pussy on his upstanding cock, lancing herself with its length, sucking in her breath, pulling in her belly, expecting wild, uncontrollable sensations at any moment. All she got was hot meat in her cunt.

Drew was trembling under her as her fiery cunt-hole completely swallowed up his slender cock. It was already hotter than an oven, and she could almost feel the prick searing her tender pussy walls. Her twat-lips began nursing strongly on his dick, sucking as if her cunt were actually a mouth. Her round ass-cheeks bounced heavily against his hairy thighs as her seething pussy corkscrewed its way up and down his hot cock. She rotated from side to side as she spiraled up and down, and his prick, hard as it was, felt like a corkscrew inside her as it wound its way through her sucking fuck-tunnel.

Bernadette sat on that lengthy cock one helluva long time, her body doing its best to soak up the sensations she so badly needed but was unable to feel. She rotated her ass again and again, confident in her own ability to fully arouse Drew, and knowing he would not be content until he reached his own second tome. She watched him as he lay there with his eyes closed, letting her do all the work. Occasionally his eyelids opened a bit so he could stare at her bouncing boobs as they shone in the naked, yellow light of the room. Her face was a mixture of many things, twisting and sneering as she strained to reach her own satisfaction.

Something, she wasn't quite sure what, was beginning to be felt somewhere deep inside her. It was a sensation added to the thrusting of the fleshy prick riding way up into her cunt as she bounced again and again on his body, and the manner in which she moved suddenly became increasingly more spasmodic. It was as if her cunt-lips had such a tight grip on his cock that it was about to be pulled out by the root as she wildly pounded up and down on it. The friction had increased to the point where she hardly seemed to be riding up and down the full length of his prick, but rather was tugging it with her as she moved.

She fell forward now, letting her ballooning tits press into his hairy chest and her mouth pressed against his, kissing him madly, sucking his tongue out and into her own mouth, slurping on it as strongly as her cunt slurped on his cock. Her hips were a battering blur as they slammed down against his pelvis. She was desperate for that climax now. Her broiling cunt-hole began expanding a bit more as oil poured out of her, greasing the way for his cock to ride up and down.

Then Bernadette stiffened, falling forward, her mouth open as she screamed, "ARRRGHHHHH!!"

And her squeezing, crushing cunt-lips gave Drew his second orgasm, after which he promptly proceeded to black out.

CHAPTER FOUR

It was no use. It was no damn use. All the physical sensations had been there, but that was all. There was something missing, Goddamn it! Then was that certain special feeling she'd had with her dad, and to an extent with Alvin that she hadn't had at all with Drew.

She was doomed to be a fucking fool for her brothers. Damn! It wasn't right. It wasn't right!

Maybe she needed psychiatric help. Psychiatrists were like priests. Everything told to them was kept secret.

Her high school had its own psychiatrist. Actually, he worked for all the schools in the area. He was young, his practice had yet to really build, and in order to keep working so he could improve himself, Dr. Herb Fischer supplemented his regular clientele with students and teachers from the schools, never charging them.

Dr. Fischer had just reached twenty-nine. He was five feet eight inches tall, with dark hair, a pleasant, handsome face, and a penchant for being carefully precise about everything he did. His parents had come from Germany during World War II to escape Nazi barbarism, and his father had taught Fischer to be thorough in everything he did. And, above all, keep records.

Bernadette had worked for him two years earlier, doing her bit as a part-time receptionist. Since he never charged, he never had to pay his student staff. But she had been fascinated by his thoroughness and his record keeping. She wondered if he kept records of all the women he'd screwed -- how often, how satisfactory, how many came back for more, and so on.

So she made an appointment, and the following Tuesday, went to his office. She had rarely been in his private office when she'd worked for him. Usually she remained in the outer office. But this time she went right in, noting on her way in, that he had another eighteen-year-old receptionist wearing the white dress she herself had worn when she'd worked for him.

Fischer's room had lots of light, with a desk near the large picture window at the far end of the room. There was the usual couch against the right wall. And there was a large, overstuffed chair against the left wall, which was actually a built-in bookshelf.

Fischer was dressed in dark slacks and a tweed jacket, and was even more handsome than Bernadette had remembered him. His manner had always been that of the professional doctor when she'd worked for him. He wasn't one of those men who was starved for feminine companionship, nor did he use his occupation to take advantage of any girl, whether she was working for him, or a patient.

He remembered her and greeted her affably enough. Then he asked her to sit in the overstuffed chair rather than lie down on the couch. He spoke soothingly, reassuringly, and in no time she had poured out her problem to him. She spoke for the entire hour, after which he said, "You've given me much to think about, Miss Reese. Yours is not a common problem, but it is by no means a rare one. You'd be surprised to learn how many other people, male and female, have come to me telling me similar stories. But in each case there was something traumatic that first triggered them off. You haven't undergone such a shock. Therefore we will have to analyze the various possible causes before we can effect a cure. I'm afraid this will mean your having to come here for quite some time."

"Dr. Fischer, I'd do anything, anything at all to get rid of this horrible obsession. I mean, deep down, I can't stomach Alvin. He's my brother, and I suppose I love him the way a sister should love a brother, but this other thing..."

"It's going to take a while, Miss Reese, but we'll eventually work it out."

"But what do I do in the meantime? I mean, suppose one of my other brothers gets the same urge? Fighting him off would be easy enough, if I could fight myself."

"As I said, Miss Reese, it will take a while before we can come to any kind of answer."

"But how do I handle things?"

"To fight yourself at this point would be more dangerous than giving in. Right now you have an unknown reason for wanting to go to bed with your brothers. Until you discover the reason, fighting the desire could prove harmful. You might upset yourself so much, emotionally, that you'll turn away from all men. My suggestion, at the present time, is that you don't forget to take the Pill. Have a little patience and this will all be straightened out."

"Thank you, Doctor," she said, offering her hand.

He took it, clasping it firmly but gently, and for the first time that she could remember, Bernadette felt another kind of a tingle.

Still somewhat confused, Bernadette left Dr. Fischer's office and took the bus home. Alvin was waiting for her when she got inside. She had put him off too long in her desire to build up a strong emotion for her date with Drew Starker, and he refused to be put off any longer. He didn't even wait for her to put her schoolbooks down. As she came in the door, he grabbed her, slammed the door shut, and then carried her upstairs. And despite the silly, idiotic grin on his face, Bernadette felt herself becoming strongly aroused as his hands moved all over her body. Both were so aroused, neither thought to shut the bedroom door, much less lock it, and while they were busy fucking, neither was aware of the arrival of Ron, the youngest brother. He heard them as he was coming up the stairs. He saw Bernadette's bedroom door open, and he saw his sister and brother screwing.

Ron Reese was no less horny than brother Alvin. And he had seen how admirably Bernadette had filled out. More than once he'd gone to bed jerking off, dreaming of fucking his sister. And now, there she was, fucking for Alvin. Well, shit! If she could screw for that moron, there was no reason why she couldn't share her cunt with him. But not right now. To break in on them while they were banging away might make her so ashamed she just might cut off Alvin as well as himself. And Alvin was an elephant with whom he never wanted to tangle. Besides, be didn't want to stuff his cock into his sister after her cunt had been greased by Alvin's sperm. Usually, whenever he came home, she was either in the midst of doing housework, or was finishing taking a bath. Now he knew why she took those baths. She was washing Alvin's gook out of her snatch.

Terrific! He'd grab her for himself at night.

And so Ron waited. He waited while Alvin finished fucking Bernadette, listening the whole time. He noted she was enjoying herself as much as he, having at least two sets of multiple orgasms to every come of Alvin's.

He waited when she went and took her bath. She took a long time in the bathroom, which was good. She was making certain every last sloppy drop of Alvin's jizz was being cleaned out of her twat.

He waited while she did the housecleaning. He did his homework.

He waited through supper. Bernadette had cooked up one helluva tasty roast. It made Ron wonder how she could do it in so little time.

He waited trough an evening of TV watching, where everyone had to watch what big brother Dave wanted to see.

He waited while all the others took then showers and went to bed. Then he took a shower himself, and went to his own bed. He shared a bedroom with Alvin, but Alvin was a heavy sleeper. Once he conked out for the night, fire alarms wouldn't waken him.

Since the death of their parents, Dave had taken over the master bedroom. Dave's former room was occupied by Gail, who had shared Bernadette's bedroom. Now that she had her own private bedroom, Gail was constantly inviting boys to the house, letting them climb down the trellis outside her window after they finished fucking her.

Bernadette slept alone. But not tonight. Tonight she was gonna sleep with brother Ron, and get her ass fucked off, good and proper.

It was well after midnight when Ron got out of bed and left the room with Alvin snoring away like a buzz saw. Ron closed the door to his room so Alvin's snoring wouldn't waken anyone else in the house. Not that it much mattered. Dave always slept with his door closed, and so did Gail, though no one ever knew if she was actually sleeping. Bernadette always left the door to her room open at night, and as he entered, Ron could see her, fast asleep in the buff as a street light came sliding across her body, making her look golden. He slipped off his pajamas, dropping them.

Closing the door and locking it, Ron moved over to the bed and looked down at his sleeping sister. The covers were down to her waist, giving him an opportunity to admire her full, weighty, pear-shaped tits. God! They were beautiful. He was willing to bet they tasted just like the fruit they resembled. She was over on the far left side of the bed, facing away from the bed itself, sleeping on her side.

Smiling, Ron slid into bed and pulled the covers over his sister and himself, fitting his body to hers, spoon-fashion, with her round ass-cheeks pressing against his thighs. One arm slipped under her and the hand cupped the full knob of her tit as his body pressed against hers. His other hand rubbed her belly.

Bernadette didn't waken at first. She lay there sighing and mewling, enjoying the contact. She wiggled a little, pressing her ass back against his already-stiff cock. Ron's prick was the littlest bit shorter than Alvin's, though no less thick. He wrapped one leg around his sister's outer thigh, pressing the hot point of his swollen cock against her ass-crack. His fingers gently rubbed her nipples, manipulating them, caressing them, feeling them swell arid enlarge. Christ! Her nipples felt as nice as they looked. And the weight of her tits, balanced in the palms of his hands, were solid, heavy objects, not the soft, mushy tits he had felt when playing around with Gloria Gaynor down the block. Jesus! She was a sexy bitch, all right. And that fat fuck Alvin had been screwing her all by himself. The selfish prick.

Her thighs suddenly parted a little and the head of his rampant dick slid between them, feeling the solid softness of them as they pressed on both sides. Ron pushed a little harder, and the prick slid a bit farther along, the head actually pressing against the bottom of her moist hole. His rug like crotch was scratching against her ass-crack, making her wriggle all the more, sighing and enjoying while asleep.

Feeling his cock could do no good where it was lodged, Ron pulled back with the intention of sliding it between her twat-lips up into her boiling cunt-hole. He could feel the hot lubricant as it came sliding out onto his cock, and it was like liquid fire. God! Was her pussy ever hot!

He pulled his cock back, moved his body a little higher, and then slowly eased forward. He felt the hot bulb of his seeping prick press against her asshole. The pressure seemed to excite the sleeping Bernadette, and instead of letting the weighty cock slide down into her cunt-crack, she tightened her ass-cheeks around it, wanting to enjoy the continued pleasure of the pressure against her asshole. Ron pressed hard, harder than he intended, and the slippery pussy-cream, mixed with his own lubricant, made her ass channel so slippery, his cock slid right down and through her clasped thighs until it once again poked its head out in front, as if peeping from under her cunt. He could feel his sleeping sister rubbing her body back and forth, creating some sort of friction as the wetness continued seeping from her cunt and his cock kept on leaking. The juices were flowing hot and heavily. The lips of her sweet cunt were beginning to part, letting the inner part of her labes rub against his rod. The cock-head slid back and forth, the flange of his corona wildly rubbing against her slick, slavering pussy-flaps as her thighs pressed together tightly.

The hand he had on his sister's stomach was moving in wild circles, and he could feel her shudder with excitement. Then the hand slid up and once again cupped her boob, as the other hand still tightly gripped the tit it had held all the while. He rubbed her nipples until he would have sworn they burned, and her ass rubbed against his pelvis, making his seething cock bob up and down against the groping lips of her sopping cunt. Her entire lower half was rubbing itself back against him, hard. He could feel the solid, rubbery cheeks of her ass press deeper and deeper into his belly and thighs.

The head of Ron's simmering cock was soaked. Her twat was leaking like the proverbial sieve.

Ron's hand slid down across her belly again, rubbing it as it moved, and then he could feel the top of her black bush with his fingers. Christ! Just to be able to touch her box was something. He moved one of the fingers a little deeper, finding her swelling clit and rubbing it strongly as she bucked and humped her body back and forth.

"What's happening?" he heard her voice say. She had awakened.

"Shhhhhh!" he whispered.

"Alvin?" she asked. "Is that you? How many times have I warned you..." and she stopped, suddenly realizing it wasn't Alvin. Whoever was rubbing against her had an almost flat stomach and not Alvin's huge belly.

"It's me, Ron," he whispered into her ear, stabbing his tongue in at the same time.

Bernadette felt new, hot, overpowering thrills shoot trough her body. It was another brother. Had he not been a relative, she might have fought and struggled. But it was Ron. Yes, the mere thought of it being another of the males who had been produced by her father was enough to arouse her now that she was awake. She should have made some show of resistance. The right thing to do would have been to tell him to stop, or to struggle, even a little. But she did none of these things. She could feel his finger rubbing her cunt, and she rotated her body strongly against his, whispering, "Ron, you're driving me crazy. What are you... doing... here?"

"I'm gonna fuck you, Bern," he told her, using his own pet name for her. "I'm gonna shove my dick all the way up inside your cunt."

Her ass pounded against his belly, making him grip her thighs and pull her ever closer. She pounded so hard against him, he took a moment to pull back. When he moved forward into her thudding ass again, his cock got caught between the cheeks. And then she was pulling forward and slamming back again, and suddenly his prong was pushing into her tight asshole.

Bernadette shuddered. This was the first time a prick had ever probed her butt. It should have hurt. It was a fat cock, and it was stretching her sphincter as it forced its way ever deeper, pushing, pushing, and pushing. She rotated her ass, forcing his cock to corkscrew a bit and widen her butt. Her own hands reached behind her and pulled her ass-cheeks wider apart as if to help the thrust of the weighty rod.

Bernadette felt herself trembling with ecstatic anticipation. She didn't stop to wonder at her feelings. All she knew was, she wanted Ron's cock inside her, and she didn't care which hole he used. The knob pushed hard against her shitter, forcing it to open a bit more, and then the top of his cock-head slid in. She waited, holding her breath, feeling him draw his hips back a bit, and then he rammed forward, and more of the spongy knob slid into her butt. She grunted, feeling the corona slip into her asshole.

Ron's hands released her hips and reached for her tits. He squeezed them hard, pressing her nipples between his fingers again and sending icy chills through her nervous system.

Now she felt him pushing again, and each little movement made her excited asshole suck his cock in a little deeper. To Bernadette, Ron's cock felt a thousand times hotter in the tight confines of her asshole than any other cock had ever felt in her pussy. The seepage from his cock gradually coated her ass-tunnel. Everything slowly got wet, and then the cock began sliding in and out more easily, making the movement a bit stronger and more certain. Oh, God! It was so different from having a cock stuffed up her pussy. In fact, the pressure was so different, it made her wonder if someday she might not be able to take a cock in her ass and one in her cunt at the same time. And in the meantime her body rotated madly.

Once Ron's prick was in, he rested. It had been an ordeal, sliding his thick, broad meat into her tight, squeezing little asshole. But it was in, and did it ever feel good. Oh, yeah!

Slowly, carefully, he began testing her asshole, moving his throbbing prick out very slowly, and then pushing it back in. To Bernadette, her asshole felt so large she thought an entire redwood log was inside, and the pumping back and forth seemed to juice up her cunt that much more. Soon he was ramming back and forth with as much power as if his seething cock were buried in the depths of her cunt rather than her ass. The pronging in her butt was making her squishy cunt start to ache with desire. The fire in her pussy made her tighten all her body muscles, including her hung, and it squeezed closely around the intruding prick, making Ron sigh.

Soon Bernadette was taking control of the situation, revolving her hips and pulling wildly, then thrusting back madly until she could swear his cock reamed through her shit-chute on up into her belly. It made the nerves in her cunt that much more sensitive as her box became blazing hot with wanton desire.

"Funny feeling," she muttered. "Funny feeling. Feels like... ooooohhh... I'm going... huuuhhhhhh... to come..."

"Good, good," her brother muttered. "I'm glad you can feel something in there, Bern... Jeez, you're so fuckin' tight... ahhhhh... I never thought I'd ever be... wow... fuckin' an asshole, especially... ooooooowowwwwww... yours. God! You're gorgeous, Bern!"

His arms suddenly came down around her belly and pulled her ass hard against his belly. His fingernails seemed to dig into her flesh like the talons of an eagle. Bernadette grabbed her pillow and stuffed it into her mouth to keep her scream from being heard as the soaring feeling began building to an uncontrollable pitch. She rocked from side to side and pounded her ass back hard, feeling the weirdest, strangest sensation suddenly shoot sparks through her entire being.

And then she was coming, just as surely as if she were being fucked in the cunt. Only this orgasm was originating in her ass. It was totally different and therefore completely fabulous.

Lights went off in her head and sirens sounded in her ears. She could smell all the fabulous perfumes of Arabia in her nostrils, and the wonderful taste of ambrosia seemed to fill her mouth as one wild thrill chased another through her entire system, making her body shudder.

And when she would have climbed down from the highest star, she felt Ron tighten behind her as his heavy dick suddenly spurted wads of heavy jizz into her sensitive asshole, bathing it with its soft warmth. Under the pressure of her squeezing shitter, Ron's sensitive cock blasted what seemed like gallons of cum into her quivering asshole. Hot, creamy splashes shot all over her inner butt, washing it thoroughly with his spunk.

Little by little, as if air were being let out of it, Ron's cock slowly began deflating. It shrank and shriveled until it was no longer able to stay inside her asshole. Even when it came out, they lay together spoon-fashion, she cupped inside his curved body.

At one point they fell asleep that way, Ron having enough sense to draw the covers over the two of them first. And they slept that way until five-thirty in the morning. Then Ron awoke. His movement woke Bernadette. She smiled and lazily turned to face him.

Ron was the best looking of her three brothers. He had a dark-blond Afro. He and Gail were the only two blondes in the family. Alvin, Dave, and Bernadette all had jet-black hair.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Just fuck me straight right now. We have all the time in the world to learn fancy positions."

"Yeah, Bern," he agreed. "I've been dying to fuck you for the past three years. Christ! What a body you have."

"Yours isn't bad, either," she complimented.

"Jeez, I'm nuts about you, Bern. I've always loved you the way a brother's supposed to love a sister, but now I wanna love you the way a man loves a woman, because you're some gorgeous hunka woman."

"Start at the bottom and work your way up," she suggested.

"Good idea," he agreed, throwing the covers back.

Moving to the foot of the bed, he knelt at her feet and began licking her soles. Bernadette writhed and squirmed, enjoying it, not even thinking about the fact that she was committing incest again.

His mouth began moving along her foot, kissing the ankle, then the calf, nibbling her shins. He took the time to lick her other leg, as well. His tongue began licking its way up her thighs, stopping at her black beaver to deliver a strong kiss to her musky gash. Then his mouth continued moving on up her belly, licking its way up, across her navel as his rigid cock swung to and fro. His heavy balls hung straight down, dangling beneath the boom of cock. "Fuck me," she began begging softly. "Fuck me now."

"You bet, Bernie," he whispered, easing himself between her strong, white pillarly thighs, resting his arms on the tops of her raised knees as he pointed the swollen knob of his anxious cock towards her furry pussy-mound.

"Come on," Bernadette urged. "Fuck me. Fuck your sister."

"That's just what I'm gonna do," he told her, noticing the way her dresser mirror was positioned.

He leaned forward and turned on the bed lamp, then whispered, "Look into the mirror, kid. Watch the way my cock slides right into your hot hole. I can tell, you're burning in there, hot and tight and wet. Look, Bern, and watch how my cock slides right into your pussy."

Bernadette was panting heavily, her head lolling from one side to the other. Her arms rested limply by her side as Ron gripped her ass-cheeks to force her hairy twat-mound higher, to meet his first, strong, head-on inward thrust.

He rammed forward, inching his dick into her sucking snatch, and Bernadette, fascinated by what she saw in her dresser mirror, stared as the thick, hard cock slowly slid past her coral labes, inch by quivering inch. She raised her butt to meet the thrust of his seething cock, feeling it inch steadily, deliciously, delightfully into her sucking fuck-hole. Soon his weighty balls pressed against her asshole as the full length of his knobby prick was totally buried in the depths of her weeping cunt.

"Ooooooh... so good," Bernadette cooed. "So good."

His chest came pressing down on her full, swollen tits, feeling her rubbery nipples spike into him as her jugs flattened, as his hips began hunching. His mouth came pressing against hers and their tongues twisted wildly together. They were pressed to each other cock-to-cunt, belly-to belly, chest-to-tits, and mouth-to-mouth. Bernadette's arms wrapped themselves around Ron's back as her legs twined themselves around his butt.

The thick, swollen cock slid out of her heated cunt, shining with a coat of his sister's pussy-cream. It hesitated as the tip of the knob almost came to the entrance of her hot hole, then very slowly began to slither into her twat again, plunging forward one more time, until it was crammed balls deep in her cunt.

"Mmmmmm," Bernadette sighed, sucking on his tongue. "Ronny, you feel so terrific. Oh, you make me feel so... alive. Oh... love the way you ram that cock into me. Fuck your loving sister, Ronny. Fuck hard!"

Bernadette stared over her brother's shoulder into the mirror, watching Ron's slick cock slide in and out of her steaming snatch, covered with her cunt-honey. It pulled out, hesitated, and then rammed back in with great ferocity until it was in to the hilt.

Her large tits felt even larger, and her nipples swelled so much they ached. She ran the fingers of her left hand lightly up and down inside the crease of his ass. One finger could feel the pucker of his asshole and pressed lightly against it, urging him on.

Completely overwhelmed by the delight of her brother's plunging cock, Bernadette lost all guilt feelings, at least for a while. There was no shyness or hesitancy in the way her ass humped up wildly against his ramming prick, clinging strongly to him and ramming her sweet pussy up against his plunging lunges, swallowing up each ram of his knifing prick, spinning and churning her ass madly.

"You're a... sneaky... bastard," she gasped, matching him push for push. "Whatever... gave you... the idea you... could get into me... so... easily?" she wanted to know.

"We've got the same... blood," Ron replied, not wanting to embarrass her at this critical moment and ruin a good fuck. "I figured... ahhh... if I... wanted you so... uuuhhh... fucking much... ohhhhhh... you probably had the hots... uuhh... for me."

"Ohhhhhh... you have a fabulous... prick," she sighed, ramming her cunt-mound hard against his crotch. "Fuck me... ahhhhhhh... hard."

His ass pounded, slamming his nailing cock as deep into her sucking twat as it would go. Her butt began shimmering and bouncing as he speeded up his screwing. He was fucking her so violently her boobs bounced up and down with each wild thrust.

"I can feel... ahhhhhh... it coming," she said, shuddering. "That wonderful fucking tool of yours is gonna make me come! Oooohhh! Aaaaahhhh!! FUUUCCKKK MEEEEE!!"

Ron gasped, driving his solid poker ever harder into her clinging cunt, ramming and shoving his rod into his sister's slavering snatch. The tightening of her cunt muscles around his pounding cock made his entire body stiffen as his legs stretched way back and his balls swelled painfully.

And then he was pumping another load of jism into her flaming-hot cunt. She could feel him trembling with each hot, liquid jolt as it soaked into the walls of her quivering cunt. Her entire twat was flooded with her brother's shooting sperm.

Bernadette loved it, feeling her own orgasm suddenly enhanced by the violent throes of her screwing brother as he fired wad after wad of hot, white spunk into her as she frenetically squeezed her clutching pussy around the spurting cock.

Their mouths locked together as they kissed. Each squirmed strongly against the other as her cunt muscles tightened violently around his punching dick and her fingernails tore into his back.

They writhed and rolled together on the bed, their thighs wrapped tightly together. Ron's squirting cock pumped into his sister's sweet pussy again and again, thrilling to the way her sucking cunt nursed strongly on his already-wilting prick.

Slowly, little by little, the shockwave settled, easing until the sensations were warm tingles. They settled back, slowly separating from one another.

"Hey, kid," Ron whispered, "you fuck great. I knew you'd be terrific, but I had no idea you'd be this good. We gotta do this more often."

Sure, Bernadette thought, able to think now that the throes of passion had finished washing over her. Sure, we have to fuck more often and one day Ron'll marry and leave, and where will I be? In a house with Alvin the moron, waiting for his dim-witted prick to fill my cunt and make me feel like a whole woman.

"I'll let you know when, Ron," she whispered, feeling alone and lost.

"Hey, why spoil a good thing? Why not let me come back tonight, when all the others are asleep?"

"Give a girl time to recover," she said, flattering his ego, knowing it was the only way he would keep away. "I'll need more than a little time."

"Hey, yeah, sure. I don't want you mad at me, Bern."

"I'm not mad at you, Ron," she sighed.

No! She was angry with herself. The instant she had felt her brother's cock against her ass, she had wilted into submission. What was wrong with her?

CHAPTER FIVE

"Dr. Fischer, I'm going out of my mind," Bernadette said.

It was the following week, and she was seated in the analyst's overstuffed chair, in his office.

"Have there been any new developments, Miss Reese?" Fischer asked.

"Too many," she replied. "I'm being shared between Alvin, my middle brother, and Ron, my youngest brother. I don't know if either is aware of what's going on with the other, but in the afternoons I either have to go to bed with Alvin or fight him off, and at night I either give in to Ron or use some feeble excuse so he won't, go away feeling hurt. But the worst part of all this is, I'm enjoying it more and more."

"I see," Fischer nodded. "In a way this has to be viewed as a very healthy sign. You aren't limited to only one member of your family. Now, if you can enjoy yourself with more than one brother... oh by the way, are you enjoying your second brother?"

"Ron? He's my third brother... oh, yes, I see what you mean, the second brother to have intercourse with me. Well, yes, I'm enjoying him much more than Alvin, but that's because he's much more inventive. He uses so many different positions, and he's as concerned with my orgasm as he is with his own. Ron is very thoughtful. We do everything, Doctor. When he uses his mouth on my vagina, it's like, well, it's fabulous. I've never had anyone eat me that way before, not even my father."

"And you enjoy reciprocating?"

"I feel terribly ashamed to admit I like feeling him immensely. But when it's all over, I get these pangs of guilt."

"I see. These pangs are induced by your upbringing, about how it's wrong for members of the immediate family to copulate with one another. You do understand this?"

"It's much more than that, Doctor. My reason for feeling these guilt pangs is a very selfish one. I know Ron will one day find another girl and marry, and leave me. That means I'll be stuck with Alvin for the rest of my life, and good as he is in bed, I can't stand him at any other time. Doctor, I need help."

"Miss Reese, I'm trying to help you. You have to give me a chance. Now, you say you feel differently with Ron than with Alvin."

"Yes," Bernadette nodded.

"It's Ron's better mind that helps you love him more. You realize this, of course."

"Of course. But there are other factors to consider. I want a life of my own, away from my brothers. Doctor, I'd rather be a cheap whore and make it with a hundred different men a day, provided each of those men could make me come the way my father and brothers have."

"We have to find out what it is about your immediate family that attracts you, Miss Reese. Is there a masculinity in them you find lacking in other men?"

"No, not really. At least I don't think so."

"Do you feel the men in your family appreciate you more than an outsider might?"

"How do you mean that?"

"In a physical sense," Fischer pointed out. "Do you think your physical attributes are better appreciated by your brothers than by other men?"

"Why no, of course not."

"I'm glad you can see that."

"Pardon?"

"I said," Fischer repeated, "I'm glad you can see that. You see, I, like many other men, can see you for what you are, Miss Reese. You are a very beautiful young woman. Please rest assured every healthy man can appreciate that fact."

"You, too, Doctor?"

"Please, Miss Reese. I'm a doctor and I'm talking to you as a doctor to a patient. I don't wish to become personally entangled in this. Then I'd lose my professional objectivity and be of no value to you."

Bernadette stared at Dr. Fischer for a long moment and realized he was even more handsome than she had remembered. For a moment, just for a moment, she felt a flicker of excitement when he looked at her. But his stare was coldly professional and apparently without emotion. Or was it? For a brief instant she thought she saw the tiniest glimmer in his eyes. But no, it couldn't be.

"We have to find out what it is about your family that makes you feel attracted to the men therein rather than other, outside men. Once we discover that, we can redirect your emotions to other men."

"How can we do this?"

"When you come here, next time, I want you to have a list drawn up of all the qualities you see in each of your brothers as well as what you saw in your father. Then I want you to compare these qualities to other men you know, and see what the other men lack."

"Certainly, Doctor, if you think it'll help."

"It's one of the many things we must try," Fischer told her.

This session, like the previous session, passed swiftly. All too soon it came to an end. Once again Bernadette extended her hand as she left and felt Fischer's firm handclasp. A strange shock passed swiftly through her nervous system. It was so swift it felt like a small tingle and nothing more. But it was a definite sensation, and Bernadette recognized that it was there.

Leaving the doctor's office, Bernadette got on the bus and reflected on her session with the doctor. He'd had a good idea in the list, but it wasn't enough. He was circumventing the most important thing, and that was the reaching of a climax, a total climax, both a mental and physical one, without the help of someone from her family. She would have to try something or someone else, in addition to Dr. Fischer's psychiatric help.

So far, she had limited herself to one boy other than those members of her immediate family. Suppose, just suppose, she found an experienced man, a practiced, professional gigolo. That was an idea. Such a man might be able to produce the desired feeling inside her tormented body. It was certainly worth a try.

That evening, after the supper dishes were washed and put away, and her school homework was all done, Bernadette went to her room, put on a short, sexy, pink mini-dress, daubed on some bright-red lipstick, then quietly left the house and took the bus to the heart of town. There were more than a half-dozen bars there, but these she avoided. No high-class gigolo would go into a bar. They took women who paid them out to high-class restaurants and nightclubs. But the reason many women had to pay for companionship was, they were old to the point of decay. Their bodies felt nothing any more, and more often than not, they kept the gigolos for show.

There was a classy restaurant in the next town, so Bernadette took a bus there. It was posh enough, all right, and it had a little bar, as well.

With the lipstick on, she looked over twenty-one, and when she walked into the bar, no one thought to question her for proof of age.

Walking directly up to the bar, she perched her pretty little butt on a high stool and ordered a sloe gin fizz. This she nursed for nearly an hour, refusing a dozen separate invitations from men who were there for the express purpose of picking up a fuck-partner. In spite of her desire to get laid, she didn't want to do it haphazardly. The man had to be an experienced stud. He had to know all the tricks, be able to instill overwhelming arousal in her and make her feel all the things she'd felt with her father and two brothers.

It was nearly ten-thirty when she saw the kind of man she wanted. He was at least six feet tall, with modish dark-brown hair and a debonair manner about him, but he seemed unhappy. His eyes, which should have been glittering, were dull and listless. He was bored. His straight nose wrinkled with distaste as he looked around the bar. A minute later, Bernadette saw why. The woman he was with, who had just come from powdering her nose, was in her late fifties or early sixties. Her face was wrinkled, and she used heavy pancake to cover it. Bernadette thought she had applied lipstick heavily to her own mouth, but the old woman had her beat by at least two layers of Max Factor's best. The diamonds around her neck let everyone know she was more than a little wealthy, and the way she fawned all over the younger man made it plain he wasn't a nephew.

"Come, Robert," she told him. "Our table is waiting."

"You go ahead," the man called Robert told her. "I'll follow you in a moment. I just want to bring a drink to the table."

"Let the waiter bring it. That's why they pay him."

"He'll take too long. You go ahead. I'll be right there."

"Very well," she answered, and turning, swept into the restaurant.

The man walked right up to her and said, "Are you a play-for-pay girl?"

"No," she replied, somewhat astonished.

"One of those poor little rich girls out on the town by herself, huh? You want some action?"

"You already have a date," Bernadette pointed out.

"Pearl? She won't last until eleven-thirty. By then I'll have her safely tucked in bed and I'll be out of her way. Like to do the town a little?"

Bernadette felt her heart thumping. The man was obviously mistaking her for a bored young socialite and was making a pitch.

"I'm not a play-for-pay girl," she told him, "but neither am I a pay-for-play girl."

"For you," he smiled, snapping his fingers at the bartender, "it's all for nothing. Christ! I've been dying to meet someone young for a long time now. I can't stand these old bags."

"We all grow old sooner or later," Bernadette observed.

"True," he nodded after ordering his drink. "But some of us grow old gracefully and have the good sense to avoid trying to recapture our youth through others."

"Pity them, don't sneer at them," Bernadette told him.

"Save your pity for those who can't afford youthful lovers," he told her. "Will you be here when I get back?"

"Depends on when you get back," Bernadette answered.

"You're really a beauty. But then you know that, don't you?"

Bernadette didn't bother to reply. She couldn't think of anything to say, and rather than say something foolish, she thought it best she kept her mouth shut.

"I'll try to make it back before midnight," he told her. "You can wait if you want to. It's up to you."

He took his drink, smiled at her, and walked off. Everything about him was so cocky and overbearing.

On the bar, near where he had been standing, she saw a card he'd left. All it had on it was his name, Bob Mannetto. She took the card and tucked it into her purse.

The evening passed very slowly after that. She should have been in bed. She had school the next day. But this was too great an opportunity to pass up. She'd wait and give him his chance.

Eight other men came up to her and propositioned her, but none of them had Mannetto's suaveness. She politely refused all of them.

It was five minutes to twelve when he reappeared.

"I'm glad you waited," he said, smiling. "I would have gotten here faster, but Pearl got piss-eyed drunk and I had a job putting her to bed."

"Now what?" she asked.

"Have you any special place you'd like to go?"

"I don't have very much time. Suppose you show me your apartment."

If Mannetto was surprised by her directness, he kept his surprise well hidden. He merely nodded, saying, "Don't you want one more drink before we go?"

"No," she told him. "I've had enough."

He led her out and to his Jaguar sports car. Bernadette felt another thrill shudder its way through her. The man really knew how to travel in style.

Forty minutes later, he pulled into the basement garage of an apartment building. He helped her out of the car, and then they took the elevator to the penthouse, where he led her into a very posh apartment. She noticed it was a duplex with a flight of spiral stairs leading from the living roam up to the bedrooms. Everything was so new and exciting to her.

He wasted no time with his seduction. Even as they entered the apartment, as he shut the door, he kissed the back of her neck. Her response was sudden and almost violent. She turned and gripped his head with both hands, pulling his mouth against hers, kissing it hard, and forcing his lips against his teeth to the point where they cut. Her response was so swift Mannetto was almost overwhelmed by the impact of her lips against his. He held her tightly to him, pressing his fingers into her back through her dress, and then his hands were sliding down, one of them moving under her dress, tugging at the band of her panties.

This made Bernadette even more wanton, and as they continued kissing, her own hands reached between them and began tugging his pants open. They tried holding the kiss, but couldn't shuck their clothing quickly enough.

When she couldn't pull off her shoes, Bernadette broke off the kiss, sat on the floor, and literally tugged them off with both hands. Then she wriggled out of her pantyhose and panties, both at the same time. Meanwhile everything seemed to tear right off Mannetto as he threw his clothing carelessly off to the side.

As she sat there on the floor, taking off her dress and bra, she stared up at his solid body. It was even better than Drew Starker's, and he had a real stud's cock. It was long, thick, and waving back and forth in front of her face. She could already feel a certain amount of physical passion building, but would it grow into something more?

He sat on the floor next to her and she pressed her firm body against his, murmuring, "You have one big tool there."

"Yeah," was all he said as his stroking fingers played up and down her body. His fingers pressed into the musky, furry slash between her aching thighs, and the practiced way his finger seemed to slip into her cunt made her feel confident he would bring her to the peak she had anticipated.

His eyes were all over her, glancing up and down as his fingers danced all over her slightly rounded belly. The black, tight curls of her beaver were so shiny they had a bluish tint to them. The rich pink gash just barely showing beneath those blue-black hairs made his mouth water. He had the urge to go down on her, and would have had she not lain back and whispered, "Screw me. Screw me right now."

Moving until he was directly over her, he took an ass-cheek in each hand. God! What an ass. It was just the right size. Each of his palms felt full, but not to overflowing.

His massive cock pushed forward, pressing its rubbery knob through her wispy black muff and the soft flesh beneath. Her own fingers reached down and carefully guided his hard cock to her cunt-mouth.

"Yes," she murmured, her tits heaving in anticipation. "There. Right there. Push your cock in."

"Jesus, baby, you're one hot bitch," he murmured, infected by her burning desire.

"Fuck me!" she pleaded, this last a cry of sheer desperation.

"Here it comes!" he shouted excitedly as he thrust forward, feeling his burning cock move into her cunt-hole. She had a hot, tight, sweet, sucking snatch that defied description. He had fucked hundreds of other pussies in his lifetime, but not one could possibly begin to match this trembling, slithery cunt now swallowing his excited cock. He rammed forward, doing his best to fit, every thick inch of cock into her snatch. There was a wonderful heat, a sucking wetness he had never felt in any other cunt.

Bernadette thrilled to the feeling of his cock inside her, but it still wasn't enough. There was something missing. Oh, it felt one helluva lot better than Drew Starker's insensitive prong, but it didn't thrill her as Alvin's or Ron's could. She wanted more. She had to have more. She pushed her crotch hard against his in the hope of feeling his cock do something more. All she accomplished was almost making him come. Only by the greatest self-control did he keep himself from shooting instantly.

His hands rubbed across her smooth, bouncing ass, feeling the soft texture of the skin. He felt crazy thrills race trough him and he felt his chest being buoyed up by her full tits. The nipples sliced through the hair on his chest into his flesh, sending delicious agony through his body. Her face, staring up into his, flushed with wanton desire, full lips apart and white teeth shining, brought him to new peaks of lust. Christ! It had been so long since he'd fucked one this young. All these wondrous sensations and thrills filled his mind and body very clearly all at once, and the combination was overpowering his wall of indifference, built and developed over so many years.

He couldn't explain it, nor did he want to, but there was something totally different about this woman. She was much younger than he'd originally believed. He could tell this now. But there was more, much more. The smell of her, the delightful aroma of her body was unbelievably overpowering. The sweetness of her armpits made him want to bite into them, and the rich, musky scent of her cunt was maddening to his senses.

As his cock slurped through her swamp-like pussy, he felt the wonderful, cleansing effect as if her seething cunt were actually washing and cleansing his prick.

His ears thrilled to the noises made by her lips as they kissed his, and by her tongue as it licked his. He enjoyed hearing her pant and gasp as she violently shoved her crotch against his in desperation, seeking total orgasm.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Bernadette thought, humping her sweet ass in rhythm to his plunging cock. Please make me come all over, and not just in my cunt. Give me a total, a complete sensation.

Why? she wondered. Why couldn't she feel as aroused with this unquestionably fantastic cock as she felt with her brothers' pricks, each of which was nowhere near as expert as this one? It was frustrating and maddening. She was going crazy trying to find out why.

His meat thrust its way through her pussy, filling it completely. It touched every hot nerve inside her, automatically making her hump her cunt higher with each following push. And yet, something was missing. Something that should have been there just wasn't. Why? Why?

Mannetto was more and more aroused. His sprang prick was almost smoking as it speeded up, moving faster than she could ever go. Bernadette knew better than to try and match him. She raised her hips as high as possible, then just remained in that position, arched, as his throbbing meat pounded in and out of her cunt again and again. He was fucking so fast and furiously now she was gasping each time he slammed into her twat.

She pulled her knees back a bit, letting his tool sink in a little deeper, and her feet were actually rubbing against his ass on each backstroke. For a while she chewed on her lower lip, then stopped as her mouth opened wide. Her throaty moans were mixed with sighs and whispers. He continued slamming his burning prong into her drooling pussy. Unable to remain still, Bernadette began churning her hips again as she rotated her crotch in a slow, constant motion. Her long, smooth thighs compressed tightly around his body, locking him in a snug embrace, tugging his prick in deeper until he felt as if her slavering cunt was about to engulf all of him. Hell! Let it happen. This was the way to die.

Her dark eyes were large ovals, staring at him as her mouth kissed his. They were black pools of pleasure and he wanted to drown in them.

Yet, even as he felt himself nearing his orgasm, knowing he was doing a more than satisfactory job of fucking her, he could sense she wasn't getting everything from the screw she should have been.

"Make... me... come," she begged, her teeth gritting together.

"Trying," he gasped, not fully understanding her meaning.

Her body tensed almost immediately after that, as her squishy cunt sped his thrusting cock and seemed to stop it. He was positive she was coming when she began screaming, "AYAA HHYAA GHHHHH!"

"Thatta girl," he told her, pounding even harder, slicing his prick deep into her simmering fuck-hole, feeling it gobble every last millimeter of his fucking dick as it slammed as far into her cunt as it could go.

She writhed and squirmed on the length of his cock. Her body turned and twisted at odd angles as she strove to get more and more from the series of multiple physical orgasms she was experiencing. But try as she might, the deep sensation just wasn't there. She thought she would blow her mind as her body searched for something other than an ordinary physical come.

She could feel the swell of his cock as it enlarged to even greater thickness, letting her know his time had come. He had done his best for her. It was only fair she give him his own climax.

The shimmer inside his balls was a gentle one at first, but Mannetto felt it build and enlarge until it was snapping with electrical current, making wild spasms surge through his body as he suddenly screamed, ramming and cramming his whang into her cunt, letting it geyser out hot splashes of thick, white creamy cum. The gummy jizz coated the walls of her steaming twat as it blasted into her with unnerving force.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!" he bellowed, glad the walls of his apartment were soundproof. He fired one wad of spunk after another into her clinging cunt.

Unable to shoot any more, feeling totally drained, he fell back on the carpet beside her, saying, "You make me came like no one I've ever known before."

Instead of replying, Bernadette suddenly got to her knees, walked over to where he was lying, straddled his face, and pressed her dank, cum-filled pussy into his mouth. Mannetto, never one to shirk, jabbed his tongue into her simmering slit and felt the blistering heat inside.

Her ass settled a little lower as she began rotating her pussy against his mouth, feeling his lips press against her quivering cut.

"Make me come," she hissed. "Make me come!"

Goddamn, he thought, I've made her come a half dozen times with one fuck. What's the matter with this broad?

Her soggy gash pushed harder and harder, surrounding his face with cunt-flesh, rubbing back and forth, humping anxiously. He had to balance her ass on his hands to keep her from crushing his windpipe as she pressed ha pussy harder and harder into his sucking mouth, still whimpering, "Make me come, make me come!"

His cock was already enlarging again, getting harder, and be knew he was good for at least one more climax. He wanted to throw her off him, so he could jump on her and begin fucking her again. But he sensed the desperation in her movements and let her continue to ride his face while his palms supported her ass.

Her hands gripped his hair, her fingers twisting madly, tugging and yanking his face up to press it ever deeper into the blazing cauldron of her cunt. She could feel his tongue lick through her gash, stabbing into her hole and rubbing her tingling cunt walls. His tongue occasionally came out to press against her pulsing cunt, sending mad shudders through her... and still it wasn't enough. Something was missing. There was no true satisfaction in all this.

A nymphomaniac, Mannetto decided. A real nymphomaniac. She couldn't find satisfaction no matter how many times she came. She might well go through life this way. If she found the one man to satisfy her, she would cling to him like a leech, never letting go no matter what the cost. She would wear out any other man, totally drain him.

Mannetto couldn't allow himself to be drained. He made his living with his cock. He needed it for more than a few more years, yet. He had not begun to accumulate the wealth he would need when his cock was no longer in demand.

He sucked strongly, drinking her cunt-syrup as it flowed down his throat, licking her labes and cunt with maddening pressure, and still it wasn't good enough. She wanted more and more and more.

She was coming again. He could tell by the way her cunt-lips closed around his face and the jets of juice came shooting out, completely swamping his entire face. Splashes of hot, sticky, sweet-tasting pussy juice inundated his face again and again, and still she rubbed her seething box against his rough tongue, hoping and praying for something he now knew was beyond his ability to impart.

He flung her down on the floor again, hearing her whimpers as her fingers pressed into her crotch in an attempt to make herself come the way she so badly wanted. She writhed on the floor, and though he knew it was probably hopeless, Mannetto decided to give her one more try.

He sprawled out over her and drove his hot, hard cock into her smoking fuck-hole. Her inner labes parted, and tight as the passage was, his thick cock slid all the way home again. Wham! It was completely buried in the fuming depths of her cunt. She rolled about on the floor, encouraging him to move his own ass, rubbing her tight, squishy sheath around the shaft of his all-but-raw cock. He gripped her thighs with clutching fingers and let his aroused, lubricated tool come sliding out until her inner labes caressed the flanged corona. And then he drove right back in, repeating the maneuver again and again, slowly this time, and building to the summit very, very slowly.

This time, the friction was so great and the sucking so strong there was no way he would be able to piston his cock as rapidly through her weeping pussy as he'd done earlier. He tried speeding up his movement a little and found it impossible.

Bernadette gasped, amazed he could stay with her this long and not collapse. It felt as if he were fucking into a solid mass of jelly the way her cunt walls seemed to surround every last bit of his dick.

Grabbing his head, Bernadette brought his mouth down to her tits. She let his lips and his tongue artfully suck her nipples, first the left one then the right one as her body bucked and heaved even more strongly. Physically she was receiving all any man could offer. He could tell she was getting more than a little something from the way his prick pushed into her cunt over and over. She had enjoyed two multiple orgasms. Why, then, was she unsatisfied?

Bernadette felt spit dribbling out the corners of her mouth. It was no use. It was no use. She was doomed to an incestuous existence. It was the penalty she had to pay for having seduced her father. Had she been content with someone outside the family, she might have been able to attain those fantastic feelings without needing a father or brother.

He was coming. She could tell. He was firing into her cunt, though this time the spurts mere considerably weaker than the previous time. She had really drained him.

When he was finished, he withdrew without bringing her to any kind of satisfaction, but Bernadette didn't care. Another experiment had ended in failure.

They dressed, and tired as Mannetto was, he drove her to within one block of her home. She didn't want him knowing where she really lived. She waited until he pulled away before walking home.

It was three in the morning when she finally got to bed.

CHAPTER SIX

With only four hours of sleep, Bernadette had a horrible day in school. She could barely stay awake through her classes, and her mind continued returning to her anxious, unfulfilled need for a total orgasm.

Alvin wasn't home that afternoon, when school was over. Apparently he had finally gotten himself some kind of job to fit his mental capacity, like delivery boy. There was no family cock to alleviate the tension inside her. She was going crazy.

She did all the washing, cooked supper, did some ironing, and finally sat down before the TV set around three-thirty in the hope of drifting off to sleep. When the front door opened, she hoped it would be Alvin or Ron, but it wasn't any of her brothers. It was Gail. And for a change she was alone.

"Hi," her younger sister said, coming into the room. "Whatcha watchin'?"

"I don't know," Bernadette replied. "I don't care."

"Hey, Bernie, what's bugging you?" she asked, walking over to her sister and shaking her body a bit so her boobs, unharnessed under the sweatshirt she was wearing, would rub against the material.

"I got almost no sleep last night," Bernadette muttered. "I'm tired, but I can't fall asleep."

"Maybe you need little sister's special treatment, huh?"

"What are you talking about, Gail?"

"You turn off that idiot box and come on upstairs to my bedroom, okay?"

Bernadette shrugged, turned off the TV set, and followed her sister upstairs. Gail's bedroom was larger than hers. It had been Dave's before he'd taken over the master bedroom.

"You need a good, gentle massage," Gail told her. "Why not lie down on the bed and let me give it to you?"

"Sure," Bernadette agreed, preparing to stretch out on Gail's bed.

"Not like that," Gail told her. "You gotta get undressed, first."

"What are you talking about?" Bernadette asked.

"Sure," Gail replied. "When did you ever hear of anyone getting a massage fully clothed?"

"You sound like you've made a study of the subject," Bernadette said.

"I have," Gail told her. "In a few more years I'm going to the big city and get a job in a massage parlor."

"That sounds terrible, Gail. You know what goes on there."

"Sure. And to think they get paid for it, too. Here, I'm always giving it away. Oh, I get some kinda satisfaction, sure. But it really isn't everything it's cracked up to be. Hell! If I'm gonna go on screwing, I wanna get paid for it."

You, too, Bernadette thought, getting undressed. You don't get anything from outside men.

As she undressed, Gail also stripped down, but Bernadette was so tired, she never noticed. She simply lay down on Gail's bed and closed her eyes, wishing she could get more sleep before the rest of the family came home.

Gail's fingers pressed into her shoulders, then slowly began massaging her back, starting at the spine and working out. All the tension in her began easing as her sister's hands unknotted her muscles.

"Funny," Gail was saying as she continued working on Bernadette's back, "here I am talking to you about sex problems and you're probably still a virgin. Christ, Bernie, when are you gonna start using that cunt of yours?"

"Why?" Bernadette murmured. "Are you getting any particular satisfaction out of using yours?"

"Well, hell, it's better than nothing. And I get the funny feeling it could be even better. Somewhere down deep inside me there's a certain something waiting to come out. I feel like I'm ready to explode at times, but it just doesn't come."

"Maybe you just haven't found Mr. Right," Bernadette told her.

"A cock's a cock," Gail told her. "They're all the same. Oh, I like it when they play with my tits and kiss my pussy, but once that prick goes in, something seems to disappear."

"So have them make you come with their tongues."

"Hey," Gail muttered, slapping her sister's rump. "You know something about sex, after all."

"Sure do," Bernadette nodded.

"Turn over and let me work on your front," Gail suggested.

Bernadette rolled over with her eyes shut and felt Gail's fingers rub her shoulders again. Then one of her sister's hands began massaging her belly and the other hand began rubbing and kneading her tits, tweaking the nipples. Too tired to protest, Bernadette simply lay there and let her sister's fingers tease her nipples into full erectness.

She didn't know when she first felt the girl's fingers trickle into her pink gash, but suddenly she felt her cunt leaking heavily as Gail's fingers moved in and out of her hole. She opened her eyes and looked up, and there was Gail's naked torso above hers. The younger girl was pressing her fully aroused nipples into Bernadette's body. In fact, she was rubbing her nipples against Bernadette's as she swung her thighs up to rest on those of her sister's.

At first, Bernadette was confused. What was Gail doing? But after a while she didn't really care. The feeling was too good to deny.

Gail's mouth came down on hers, kissing her as any man would. She could feel her sister's lingering tongue caress her gums, her teeth, the inner parts of her lips, and then gently tease her tongue.

Bernadette began shuddering with excitement. She started sucking Gail's tongue as avidly as she would a man's. Her own hands were reaching down and pressing into Gail's full ass. The cheeks were large and round, with more substance than her own.

"Oh, God!" Gail muttered into her mouth. "You're better than any man I've ever known. Oh, Christ! Bernie, you're terrific. Those tits of yours feel so great against mine. Mmmmm! Don't stop me, hon, don't stop me."

Stop her? Bernadette had no intention of stopping her. She could feel the moist sucking of her sister's cunt-lips as they pressed against hers. And little shockwaves of electricity began shooting through her when her sister's swollen nubbin of clit began rubbing against her.

"Oh, God!" Gail muttered, pulling her lips from her sister's mouth. "You're no virgin, Bernie. You know it all better than I do. You fuck better than any man I've ever known. Oh, Christ! I feel things with you I've never felt with a man."

Bernadette didn't waste her breath replying. She took her sister's face between her palms and began pressing her mouth against the younger girl's, sucking her tongue as she ground her body under the insistent scrunching of Gail's. Their cunts pressed more and more tightly together, their clits turning bright red with the friction each was getting.

Clinging to one another tightly, they rolled on the bed, making a full hundred and eighty degree turn until Bernadette was the one on top. She sat up, pressing her cunt more heavily down on her sister's, reaching down with her palms and rubbing the younger girl's nipples, making the girl squirm.

Then she leaned down and took one of her sister's large nipples into her mouth and began sucking on it. It felt like a tiny cock. She licked it, pressed it between her lips, sucked it, chewed it, and even bit it a little. And all Gail could do was lie there, moaning and sighing, feeling her crotch rub into her sister's. Their cunt hairs mingled, ebony black mixed with flaxen gold as they ground together.

"Bernie, oh, Bernie," Gail was murmuring. "Oh, Bernie, this is that lost feeling. Oh, Bernie, don't stop now. Suck my tits hard. Go on sucking them."

Bernadette continued chewing on her sister's nipples, alternating from one to the other, squeezing her pussy-lips tight against her sister's, rubbing her cunt down hard. The furriness of the hair surrounding her sister's pussy felt softer than the brillo-like crotch curls of men. Why? What made a woman's hair feel more like down?

Bernadette rolled off her sister, to the side, and before Gail could pull her mouth from hers to complain, Bernadette was reaching into her sister's boglike cunt with her fingers. And Bernadette's own pussy-lips opened to the touch of her sister's fingers. Her fingers pushed a little farther into her sister's gash, feeling the stickiness of her leaking juice as her own cunt, eager to be touched, pushed harder against Gail's searching fingers. Deeper and deeper she felt her own fingers sink, sliding into the satiny softness, becoming soaked in the silken tenderness, moving more and more freely. Bernadette looked into her sister's eyes, still kissing her, and saw the dreamy, far-away expression there, watching it change as her fingers moved first this way, then that, trying to find the most sensitive spots in Gail's seething fuck-hole.

At that moment Bernadette loved her sister more than anyone else on earth. She wanted to absorb her whole being and become one with her, just as she wanted to become one with the man she continually sought and who now seemed more nonexistent than ever. She writhed and shuddered, feeling her fingers slither in and out of Gail's sopping pussy, and in the meantime Gail's fingers continued punching into her hot hole, letting her know she felt the same way.

Their lips and tongues became more and more anxious for one another, sucking, biting, chewing, swallowing, and suddenly they were rotating on the bed, their fingers pulling out of each other's sucking twats. Bernadette's face moved down along her sister's body, once more kissing and laying the younger girl's firm tits. She chewed on each nipple as if it were a ripe strawberry, feeling her sister's mouth return the compliment to her own tits, biting and sucking madly. And then Bernadette was stuffing her sister's entire left tit into her mouth, jamming the pillowy flesh farther and farther into her mouth, filling it so full there was no room for air. And Gail responded by sucking her own tit into her mouth.

And then the tit was out of her mouth as her lips kissed their way down to her sister's narrow waist. Gail might have had an ugly face, but there was nothing about her body that was unattractive. The way the ribcage poked her slender flesh up and then the tapering to the narrow waist, made Bernadette hunger to know more about her sister.

She came to her sister's navel and began licking voraciously into the dimple, once more feeling Gail respond by doing the same thing to her.

Once again her face slid lower, her tongue licking like a teasing flame at her sister's underbelly. And then she came to the downy-soft blonde hair, feeling strands tickle her nose as her tongue licked through the blonde beaver. The delicious aroma of her sister's dank cunt reached her nostrils, making her hunger to taste it. She had never tasted a cunt in her entire life, yet all the men she'd known had enthusiastically lapped at hers, feeding at her box as if it were a trough. The tight, curling ham rubbed her nose, her tongue, her lips, her cheeks, and even her chin, and she could feel Gail's own seeking mouth press against her crotch in anxious anticipation of tasting her pussy.

Completely unable to control herself, Bernadette dove for the sucking, draining whirlpool of cunt-flesh. It was almost as if she poured her face into her sister's leeching pussy, feeling her sister's mouth clamp on hers at the same time. She licked madly, up, down, to the sides, and yet, no matter how hard she licked, she felt she wasn't doing her sister's cunt the justice it deserved. At the same time she felt the flicker of Gail's tongue attack her own simmering box, slashing hither and thither, itself seeking to taste more of her cunt.

The two of them bounced together on the bed, their hands squeezing the full, fat cheeks of each other's buns, flinging themselves from one side of the bed to the other. Each damped her thighs tightly around the other's head and neither could hear. Not that either cared to hear. Both were engrossed in what they were doing, tasting each other's cunts, enjoying flavors neither had ever known before.

To Bernadette there was no shame in what she was doing. That she was sucking a cunt instead of a cock made little difference to her. That it was her sister was what made it all important. It was another child created by the spurting of her father's seed into her mother's womb.

Her mouth was filled with soft, tender, liquid twat-flesh, her tongue lapping madly away, drinking, sucking, and feeling the floods of pussy-cream fill her throat. She licked greedily, trying to suck out every last drop of lubricant in her sister's teeming pussy, but all she got for her efforts was more twat-honey pouring down her throat.

She could feel Gail's tongue lapping away at her match as if nothing else mattered in the entire world. Her darling sister was licking and feasting as if she were a starving woman led to a banquet table. Her fingers gripped Bernadette's ass-cheeks tightly, one finger pushing into the older girl's ass-crack and playing with her asshole, making Bernadette cram her cunt all the more tightly against her hungering sister's mouth.

The rich, musky scent of Gail's tender cunt filled Bernadette with even greater passion. She rammed her crotch against her sister's eager mouth until she could feel Gail's teeth all but cutting into her tender flesh. At the same time she ate hungrily, unable to stop or control herself. She felt her sister's body beginning to tighten, and at the same moment her own body began stiffening.

Gail's pearly clit felt unbelievably large between her sucking lips. It was almost as large as the girl's nipples. She sucked hungrily, pulling on the shivering clit, hungrily tasting the bead of flesh as it wiggled in her mouth.

Her own clit was under continuous attack from the flat of Gail's tongue as it pressed with harder and harder pressure. But it was Gail who was beginning to buck furiously as her pussy tightened. Bernadette could feel her sister in the throes of a mad, uncontrollable orgasm. Gail's soft, white thighs crushed tightly against her head, squeezing until Bernadette thought she would faint from the pressure.

But the welling of a powerful, awesome climax was simmering in her own clit, and now it released itself, shooting through her entire nervous system as she also bucked madly, pressing Gail's head and face with her own thighs. They rolled together, falling off the bed, slamming onto the floor, yet neither noticed; neither cared. Thunder boomed through her head and flashing sparks exploded in her brain as she came violently, her fingernails slicing into her sister's ass-cheeks. Gail's fingers applied just as much pressure to her butt, with that finger trying to squirm into her asshole.

Slowly, very slowly, the storm passed over the two of them. They rolled apart, lying face up, side-by-side, on the carpet.

"Christ!" Gail muttered. "You are one helluva surprise. I expected you to get mad. I figured you might even slap me. But this I never expected."

"Neither did I," Bernadette confessed. "Neither did I."

It was that same old story of a family member being able to bring her on when no one else could.

Gail kept prodding her, asking her how and where and when she had become so experienced. Bernadette, in a half-sleep, confessed her whole story to her younger sister. She told how she seduced her father, how she was raped by Alvin, and how Ron had sneaked into her bed. She also let Gail know about her two unhappy outside experiences, and finished by saying, "What we did here, this afternoon, proves one thing: we both come like crazy when we're getting it on with a member of the family. I had a better come with you than with either of those two other guys; it was as good as anything Alvin or Ron did for me. And I enjoyed eating your pussy, though I'd never tasted a cunt before. And I think you have the same hang-up. You found something missing each time you made it with same guy on the outside. But this afternoon, for the first time, you had a total orgasm. Whether we like it or not, our brothers seem to be the only ones who can do anything for us."

"But can we really do anything for them?" Gail asked.

"Why not?" Bernadette yawned. "Both Alvin and Ron have been completely turned on by me."

"What about Dave?"

"I think our big brother just uses his prick for pissing. He isn't big on sex."

"Well why don't you and I do something about it? I mean, if we're going to swing as a family, I think everyone should be in on it. It'd be kinda dumb to hide it from anyone living here."

"I suppose you're right," Bernadette nodded, almost fully asleep.

"Then let's nail Dave together."

"Sure," Bernadette whispered, and was completely out.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Bernadette woke at six o'clock feeling a little better. The brothers were all home by then, clamoring for their supper. It took ten minutes to warm it up and serve it. Afterward, Alvin went to his room to watch Sesame Street on his television set, given to him a day earlier by a neighbor who had been ready to throw it out. Ron was busy doing his homework in their late father's former study, Dave was watching some intellectual drivel on UHF in the living room, and Bernadette was finishing the dishes. Gail had gone out on an early date.

After the dishes, Bernadette went to her room and sat down to make the list Dr. Fischer had requested. It was more difficult than she had expected. She couldn't list any exceptional qualities possessed by her brothers not found in either Drew Starker or Bob Mannetto. It was very frustrating. Still, she made out the list as the doctor had required, then folded it up and tucked it in her purse.

She remembered something Gail had said about the two of them seducing Dave, but she put the thought out of her mind. Not that Dave was really ugly. Hell! He was certainly preferable to someone like Alvin.

She went to sleep that night feeling very tired. She was glad Gail came home late from her date, and she was even happier to find both Ron and Alvin going to bed and not bothering her. She needed to regain her strength.

The weekend came and Alvin went to visit some cousins. He wouldn't be back until Sunday night. Ron had found himself a girl friend and went out with her early Saturday afternoon, telling the others not to wait up for him. Dave, as usual, was doing some work he had brought home with him. And Gail was home, as well. The evening looked like it would be a quiet one.

It was after nine-thirty when Gail came to Bernadette and said, "Let's get to big brother Dave now."

"Come on, Gail," Bernadette replied, blushing. "You know how straight-laced Dave is. He won't go for it."

"What do we lose by trying? I mean, since Dave is such a serious person, I expect we should discuss it with him first."

"What do we do, walk up to him and say, 'Let's fuck?'"

"That isn't a half-bad idea, but no, I think we should talk about it on a more mature level."

"How do you discuss incest on a mature level?"

"Oh, come on," Gail said, pulling Bernadette along with her.

Both girls walked into the study where Dave was working. He looked up when he saw them and asked, "Hi, kids, what can I do for you?"

"Well to begin with, you can stop working on whatever it is you're doing and pay a little attention to what we have to say."

"Sure," he nodded, putting down the pipe he'd been smoking. "What's the problem?"

"It's you, Dave. We're worried about you."

"There's nothing to worry about," Dave told them. "I just went to the doctor last week. He checked me out and gave me a clean bill. I'm healthy as a horse and likely to stay that way for many years to come."

"Yeah, but one day don't you think you oughta take out time to find a nice girl and settle down?"

"Oh, come on, Gail. I'm only twenty-four, I have a lot of time before I go looking for a wife."

"Yeah, but what do you know about fucking?"

"What?" he asked, astonished to hear his baby sister say such a word.

"Come on, Dave. You heard me. I'm a big girl now. You know I fool around with a lot of boys. I know all there is to know about sex. I probably know one helluva lot more than you."

"That's not saying very much," he said, frowning. "Anyone knows more than I do."

"Why is that?" Bernadette finally spoke up for the first time.

"Well... because... I mean... that is..."

"Because you've never been laid," Gail broke in.

"Gail, that's my business."

"No it isn't, Dave. It's our business. Men who don't get laid get frustrated. They wish they could get their hands on a broad, but haven't got the guts to admit it."

"I have the guts to admit it," Dave told them, "the trouble is, no woman is volunteering at present."

"Suppose we dig up a girl for you. Would you be interested?"

"I'd rather find my own girl."

"Sure you would," Bernadette smirked, getting into it with her younger sister. She was already feeling hot and bothered, and the thought of fucking her oldest brother was really making her hot. She hadn't felt this hot since she'd seduced her father. "That way you'd always have an excuse for not doing anything."

"You girls are so damn sure of yourselves," Dave snapped, now feeling a little angry. "Suppose I told the two of you I'm not interested in women."

"You aren't the type to get interested in men," Gail bit back. "You're interested in women, all right. And we think you should start using that cock of yours."

"Oh you do, do you?"

"Yes we do," the two girls chorused.

"Fine. Suppose I said I'd like to use it on one of you."

"Why settle for one of us? Why not say you'd like to use it on both of us?"

"Terrific. That's one great idea. Suppose we all walk up to the bedroom, get undressed, and I'll surrender my virginity to my two darling sisters."

"Anytime, Dave," Gail laughed. "Anytime."

"All right," Dave barked, figuring to carry the bluff as far as possible. "Let's go!"

The three of them left the study together with Dave in the lead. He headed straight upstairs to the master bedroom, waited for the girls to follow him in, then shut and locked the door, saying, "Okay, girls. Begin by stripping down."

"Only if you promise to strip right after we do."

"Sure," Dave agreed, laughing. "It'd only be right."

He crossed his arms over his chest and stood back, watching his two sisters.

"You ready?" Gail asked Bernadette.

"Boy am I ready," Bernadette nodded, feeling heat consume her.

The two girls slowly unzipped their dresses and provocatively pulled them off. They noticed the surprised look in Dave's eyes as he unfolded his arms. But not one to be outdone, he said, "Go on, girls. I've seen the both of you walking around in your bras and panties often enough. I admit you both have great figures, but this hardly constitutes stripping."

Each girl kicked off her shoes. Neither was wearing pantyhose, since both were in the house and had no intention of going out. And neither wore a girdle. All that was left were their bras and panties.

"Which would you like to see go first, big brother?" Gail asked teasingly.

"Oh the bra, naturally!" he snorted. "I mean, we should save the best for last."

Simultaneously their arms moved behind their backs and unsnapped their brassieres. Slowly they peeled them off their arms, revealing their full, lush boobs. Bernadette's tits were a bit larger than Gail's. They were also more solid. Her nipples were a ripe rich pink, haloed by delightful pink rose areolas.

Gail's tits, slightly smaller, yet still very full, seemed to hang just a little bit more. They also were pink-tipped, but her nipples were not as thick as Bernadette's, nor did she have areolas as large. Even so, her papa was extremely provocative.

Dave stared at his two sisters, watching their boobs bobble from side to side, swinging like hour pendulums with their nipples, pointed in his direction, about to swell accusingly.

"Hey now," he said to them, "this is crazy. You girls stop this and get dressed. I don't want any more of this nonsense."

"Did you hear?" Bernadette said to Gail, her cunt heating up more and more. "Our brother brought us up here, dared us to undress in front of him, and now that we've bared our breasts, the whole thing is suddenly nonsense. You're right, Gail. The reason why he won't play with women is he's afraid of them."

"Stop that!" Dave shouted. "This isn't right."

"And just what is right, Dave?" Bernadette asked, taking complete control of the situation at this point, not only to the amazement of her brother, but her sister as well.

Dave stared, realizing he was getting horny from looking at his own sisters. His mind immediately rationalized it as arousal from the sight of two female bodies and not merely because they were his sisters. He'd never seen a naked female, at least not one old enough to really get him going.

"Girls," he muttered, "this just isn't right, and we have to stop it now, immediately."

"Did you hear?" Bernadette asked Gail again. "We have to stop it immediately. Stop what, Dave? We haven't started yet."

Simultaneously the two girls slid off their panties, and all Dave could do was stand there and stare at the two of them. He watched as Bernadette lay on the large double bed, spreading her thighs wide apart, displaying the dark fur circling the pinkness of her gash. He could see beads of moisture already lining her ragged pussy-lips, her fully developed, pink, beckoning pussy-lips. His tongue licked his lips as perspiration broke out all over his forehead. The contrast of white thighs, black hair, and pink labes was reaching deep down into him, triggering a want he'd kept under control for so long.

"Gail," Bernadette said to her sister, her own lust building by leaps and bounds, "let our brother see how my pussy works. Slip a finger inside and show him how it's done. Maybe he'll get the idea on a grander scale."

"Sure," Gail nodded, feeling a little cowed by the way Bernadette was dominating the scene. "Sure, Sis. Whatever you say."

Moving over to where Bernadette lay, Gail slipped a forefinger between her older sister's twat-lips, letting the finger slide into her sticky pussy. She sat on the bed, letting her brother get a good view of what she was doing.

Dave, sweating heavily, was unable to tear his eyes from the scene. He moved in closer, automatically wanting a better view. His mouth watered at the sight of Gail's shiny finger sliding in and out of Bernadette's teeming cunt.

Suddenly Gail realized Bernadette was the one having the fun. She wanted some of it for herself. She tried pulling her finger from her sister's sopping pussy, but Bernadette closed her thighs and tightened her cunt muscles, refusing to let it slide out of her box.

"Hey, let go," Gail said.

"Soon," Bernadette told her, smiling.

"Soon? How much longer? Christ! Look at the way your cunt's drooling. I get the impression my finger's doing a lot more to you than I ever thought it might."

"Your finger's doing one helluva job," Bernadette assured Gail. "It feels great in there."

"I know you like sex, but I never thought a finger would set you off this way."

"It does, it does," she assured Gail. "Just keep on fingering me the way you'd like to be fingered."

"Oh, hell!" Gail told her. "I don't like fingers in there. I want a good stiff prick."

"Or a slick tongue."

Dave couldn't believe what he was hearing. He saw the older sister making the younger one blush, and no one ever used to make Gail turn red.

"Not again," Gail whispered softly.

"No one's forcing you, Gail," Bernadette said. "Just do whatever makes you feel good, as long as it makes me feel good, too."

Dave stood there, smelling the musky scents of both their cunts, and knew he was ready to go off the deep end he was so frustrated. He was standing right over them now, closer to Gail than Bernadette, and reached a tentative hand down to touch the blonde girl's ass. It was softer and fuller than Bernadette's, but no less rounded.

"Me," Bernadette insisted. "Touch me first, Dave."

He was startled out of his reverie, and for a moment wanted to retreat, but the realization came to him that this might well be his only opportunity to fuck a woman. Sure, she was his sister, but what made her different from other women? She was young, beautiful, and she unabashedly admitted wanting him to screw her. Lust took control, and suddenly he was pulling off his clothes.

He noticed Gail was studying Bernadette's lush pussy, still moving a finger in and-out as thick, oily lubricant came dripping out of her fuck-hole.

"Come on," Bernadette urged. "Come on, Dave. You know you want to touch me. Come touch my tits, feel my nipples. Come on, Dave."

He fell on his knees on the other side of Bernadette, reaching out with his hands, hesitating for a moment, then placing his palms gently against her nipples. They felt like solid pebbles scratching his palms, and she shuddered, gasping at his touch, as if he'd pressed a live wire against her.

Bernadette felt more aroused than ever. She had no idea why Dave got to her more than either of her other brothers, but the inner feeling she possessed, the more-than-sexual-arousal inside her, was almost as strong with her oldest brother as it had been that first time with her father.

She placed her palms against each of his cheeks and drew his face up, trying to get him to kiss her jugs. But his face moved too far and he was kissing her shoulder, and then his mouth was planting hot kisses against the side of her throat, under the many folds of ebony hair.

His cock, large and thick like those of all the other males in the family, was within reach of her hand. She grasped it. Dave gulped and shuddered, almost shooting off. He trembled even more when he felt Gail's hand on his ass, guiding his body over his sister's, shivering as he felt the soft, petal like friction created by her tender cunt-lips.

In! He wanted to feel what it was like to have his cock in her cunt! Damn!

He shoved against her body, but Bernadette wasn't ready to fuck yet. She moved so his rod slid beneath her sopping cunt, then nodded at Gail. Gail reached down and began rubbing the lengthy tool.

"That looks fabulous," Gail said, her head low so she could study the way his pulsing prick rested against Bernadette's seething cunt.

"How would you like to taste our brother's cock?" Bernadette asked.

Dave remained silent, now lying on top of her, feeling her weighty knockers cushion him, not knowing what to do or say. He was shaking violently with anticipation, no longer caring about right or wrong. All that counted was the feeling of hot, wet, cunt as it pressed along the topside of his dick. And now he realized Gail was actually going to lick his cock. How could he control himself?

Gail's tongue began lapping at the long, thick dork, starting at the base and letting her tongue slide to the already-bloated knob. She could taste the flavor of Bernadette's flustered pussy, as well. She began licking the cock-head, licking and lapping so that he writhed and pressed his body all the more strongly into Bernadette's. His prick throbbed more strongly against Bernadette's seeping pussy as Gail began licking his dick with a steady rhythm. The juice sloshing out of Bernadette's cunt was soaking his cock, washing it in its delightfully slickness.

He felt Bernadette reaching down, pressing on Gail's head, and tugging the blonde girl's mouth even closer.

Gail was licking with the experience of a hundred blowjobs. She knew what would arouse a man most, but she also knew what to do to keep the man at the peak of his arousal without suddenly shooting prematurely. She let the very point of her tongue massage her brother's cock while the flat of it slid around and licked Bernadette's clit.

Jesus! she thought. This was heaven, sucking a cock and eating a cunt at the same time. She wanted to laugh, but didn't want to take the time to stop lapping.

Bernadette was sighing with delight as her body quivered with tension. Gail was doing one terrific job.

Dave was going insane with passion. He no longer merely lay there. His hands were between his body and Bernadette's, gripping her boobs tightly, squeezing the nipples as his hot, hard cock squeezed against her cunt, thrilling to the sensation other pussy-lips surrounding the length of his staff without engulfing the head. The head was being artfully sucked by baby sister Gail.

All guilt had completely disappeared. All he knew was he was getting it on with not one, but two women, and it was heavenly.

And then Gail's tongue was no longer licking his prong. He could hear her slurping and sucking, and he knew she was tonguing Bernadette's seething pussy. It was time for him to push his rod into Bernadette's pulsing cunt. But try as he might, he couldn't get inside with, the way Gail's tongue plugged her sister's seething fuck-hole.

"We have to change position," Bernadette told them. "Come on, Dave, get off me for a moment. I promise you won't be sorry."

"What now?" Gail asked, lifting her wet face from Bernadette's pussy.

"You aren't getting a damn thing from all this," Bernadette said to her sister. "Even Dave has to admit it's only fair if all three of us enjoy ourselves."

She made Gail lie on the bed with her thighs wide open, displaying the petal soft lips of her pouting pussy. Merely looking at his younger sister's cunt made Dave's horny cock jump. The sight of her with her thighs spread so lasciviously was enough to send aching flashes of longing through him. God! He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck both of them!

Bernadette was sliding over her sister in a sixty-nine. Her long, black mane settled over the dark-blonde muff, her lapping tongue teasing the coral labes.

Dave watched the two of them squirming together, hearing the loud slurping and lapping sounds, totally overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of it all. The contrast of Bernadette's pale, rosy-white body against Gail's tanned, golden form made him shudder with wanton-desire. He was panting with the urge to fuck. His eyes were bloated with the sight of Bernadette's tight, round beautiful ass bobbing up and down, matching the way her head moved back and forth across Gail's shivering twat. And he could see the way Gail sucked heartily on Bernadette's drooling slit. Her tonguing made Bernadette shudder with ecstasy as she crammed her cunt against Gail's starving mouth. Her own head moved back and forth, slavering all over the fruitlike gash where her mouth sucked so avidly. Her tongue alternated between licking Gail's throbbing cunt and sinking into her heated cunt-mouth. Both women were moaning and groaning so loudly it made Dave envious. He wanted to be a part of it all. After all, hadn't the whole idea been to get him involved?

As if a magnet had pulled him forward, he approached them, climbing on the bed, facing Bernadette's beautiful ass. He straddled Gail's head with his knees and took Bernadette's white buns in both hands, drawing her hips towards him as Gail continued feasting. Little by little his trembling cock edged forward, pushing the capped head towards Bernadette's simmering pussy. Gail's mouth moved a little lower, sucking at Bernadette's wide-open pussy-hole, leaving Dave the room he needed.

He pressed his seething cock against her burning cunt-mouth. He felt ecstatic delight beginning to build in him. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold off his orgasm for any length of time and hoped Gail's licking would bring Bernadette off fast enough. Little by little his heavy, weighty dick slipped into her tight, crushing cunt, feeling the way the muscular walls seemed to resist his tool every bit of the way.

Oh, Jesus! he thought. Don't let me come now. Please don't let me come now. Let me enjoy feeling her cunt.

Even as he finally stuffed the full length of his big tool into his sister's tight twat, Dave thought she had a slick, oily hand inside her pussy that was tightly grasping his rod. It seemed to try gripping it with fantastic strength.

He began pounding his solid cock back and forth inside her simmering snatch, feeling the slick, grasping muscles close tightly around his steaming rod, loosening their hold just enough to almost let his cock slide out, after which it shot right back in again, on a wild bobsled of uncontrollable emotion. What made the fuck seem so great to him was the fact that the cunt that held his cock belonged to a girl who truly loved him.

And all the while, as he stroked in and out of the steaming pussy, he could feel the pressure of Gail's tongue as it lapped Bernadette's clitoris, occasionally sliding against his cock as well. It made him shudder with untold raptures.

Bernadette's mouth continued slurping out the juices in her sister's cunt, thrilling to the new delights of Dave's meaty pole. She did her best to concentrate on sucking her sister's juicy box, but there was no way her mind could shut out the way Dave was fucking her. Her tongue lashed around inside Gail's slit, scooping out the heavy lather, swallowing it down, making room for the next mouthful. But even as she sucked strongly, her tightening pussy let Dave know he was giving as much delightful sensation as he was receiving. Her cunt rammed back, sliding strongly over the virgin cock, pounding back and forth, never stopping for an instant.

The feeling of Gail's tongue was also enough to send Dave into a heaven of never-ending sensation. Even though she applied her best efforts to Bernadette's burning cunt, massaging her tongue against the swollen nubbin, he could feel her tongue also press against the base of his seething cock. She was purposely making an effort to lap his rod each time it slid back, even stretching a little to taste his balls. Yet she always returned to Bernadette's quivering clit.

He rammed his seething dong all the harder, driving it as far up into Bernadette's tight pussy as it would go, hearing the squeaking, slurping sounds produced by his fucking. And then he felt her sweet pussy tighten even more, squeezing strongly against his cock, pressing and compressing until he was positive his dick had flattened out inside her hole.

"Can't... hold... it," he let them know. "Can't... ohhh, Godddd! It's coming! OOOOHHHH!!"

Whatever sounds either girl might have made were completely shut off by the pressure of the cunts they were sucking. But it was plain Bernadette was about to peak. Gail knew she wouldn't be too far behind, and hoped her sister would continue lapping even after she'd come.

The explosion hit Bernadette first. She came strongly, squealing her ecstasy into Gail's flaming pussy, sending echoing shudders through the burning canal, making Gail's hips rise and fall so rapidly her ass-cheeks flattened almost completely every time they hit the bed.

The pressure of Bernadette's cunt as she came was too much for Dave. He stared straight up at the ceiling as he pumped a full load of hot jizz into her boiling cunt, screaming, "AAAARRRGGGHHHH!!"

His hips slammed against Bernadette's solid ass with the force of twin sledgehammers. His hot own splashed into her belly, filling her pussy with delightful heat, increasing the dimensions of her own orgasm.

Almost immediately some of the white cock cream came seeping out of her cunt and Gail began eagerly swallowing it as she continued feasting on her sister's burning cunt.

Now it was Gail's turn. As Bernadette continued gobbling, thrills began building inside her twat, especially since she was able to taste Dave's delicious sperm seeping out of Bernadette's cunt. Sperm had always aroused her, but the knowledge that it was Dave's own, and the feeling of her sister's tongue on her inflamed cunt made Gail come like never before. She began bucking up and down, hitting the mattress alternately with her heels and her ass, pulling Bernadette's cunt-lapping tongue with her as she moved. It was as if a cataclysmic tidal wave had washed over her, drowning her instantly, giving her no chance to think.

She rolled from side to side, her thighs still tightly gripping her sister's face as spasm after spasm slammed into her. It was all too fantastic to believe.

Ultimately the feeling passed, and her thighs loosened, letting Bernadette up for air, just as Bernadette's thighs opened, and both she and Dave pulled away. They lay near one another on the bed, and Dave decided it was only the beginning for them.

CHAPTER EIGHT

There was no use keeping secrets from anyone in the family any longer. Bernadette told Dave about Alvin and Ron. She expected he might be horrified, but after the fucking and sucking he'd enjoyed with both sisters, Dave felt there was no reason to condemn her. It was better to have it out in the open, he reasoned. This way, if the girls were willing, the brothers could be put on a regular schedule.

Bernadette felt guilt, but at the same time she felt desire. There was no way she could control her inner emotions, and now she was no longer worried about having to limit herself to Alvin. If Ron eventually married and left, Dave would still be there, along with Alvin. For some reason, as good a lay as Alvin had become, Bernadette had experienced much more satisfaction getting fucked by Dave that first time. Maybe it was because her sister had been there, too.

Deep down, she wanted that separate life of her own. But she wanted it with a man who could give her the total satisfaction she needed.

"What can I do?" she asked when she went to see Dr. Fischer again. "I'm getting more and more involved with my own family. I have more pleasure from my sister than I've ever had from any outside male. I'm not a lesbian. I don't enjoy the idea of swinging with a woman more than a man. But I do enjoy my sister more than any non-related man."

"Did you make that list I requested?" Fischer asked.

"It's right here," she told him, taking it out of her purse and giving it to him. "I did it as honestly as I could."

"All right," Fischer nodded, taking the list and looking at it. "Let's see what we have here."

"To be honest, Doctor, I can't see anything there myself."

"No? That's strange, because I can."

"What is it, Doctor? Tell me, please."

"Not yet, Miss Reese. What I believe I see in looking at this list is still only an opinion. For instance, your father was handsome, understanding, gentle, and always ready to help you with any problem you couldn't solve. Your middle brother, Alvin, is dull, simple, fairly obedient, and overly protective of everyone in the family. Ron, according to what you have written, is nice looking, fairly intelligent, and almost worships you, takes the dominant role as a sex partner, yet is always solicitous of you and interested in your orgasm as much as his own. Your sister Gail is hungry for love, wanting to give it as much as receive it. And finally there is Dave, the shy big brother, properly delegating family duties, seeing everyone does his share, yet making sure no one is overburdened."

"That's what I wrote," Bernadette admitted. "But I don't see why I'm attracted to them sexually. They're no different from a million other men."

"Now let's see. You wrote on two others as well. There's this young neighbor, Drew, who is young, well built, a bit of a braggart, but extremely shy. You felt you were the first woman with whom he ever had intercourse. He wasn't overbearing, or dominating, but gentle in his own way. Yet you felt uncomfortable with him. And finally there's this Bob, whom you allowed to pick you up in a fancy restaurant bar. He was an expert in every way, yet almost wore himself out in an attempt to make you come satisfactorily."

"They were no less masculine than my brothers," Bernadette admitted. "In fact, none of my three brothers has the build of either of these outside men. Both had firm, solid bodies, like Greek Gods. And Bob was very solicitous of me. He tried everything he knew to help me get a full orgasm, and yet I couldn't do it. I know the block is mental, but I can't figure out what it is."

"Ah," Fischer nodded. "You recognize the fact that it's a mental block and not something physical. That's another step forward. Excellent. You see, little by little you're perceiving the solution without my having to tell it to you. And that's the most important thing, for if I were to tell you what I believe, your mind might not be willing to accept it, and the problem will remain."

"Yes, but until I'm able to realize what it is that keeps me from enjoying myself with other men I'll go on sleeping with my brothers and sister."

"Who is being hurt by it?"

"Well, no one, not really. My sister and I both take the Pill, so neither one of us could conceive unless we forget to take it."

"Well then, for a little while, in order to alleviate your frustration, may I suggest you continue what you are doing. Once you realize the answer to your problems yourself, it is very probable all desire for your brothers will eventually disappear."

"At times I wonder if I want that desire to disappear. I mean I wonder if I want to leave my brothers. At times, I think my place should be with them no matter what."

"You're getting closer and closer to the solution, Miss Reese. I feel it is only a matter of a little time before you realize what your problem is."

They continued talking that way until Bernadette's hour was up. Then she rose from the overstuffed chair and once more shook the doctor's hand. The feeling she got at that instant was overpowering. Unable to control herself, she squeezed his hand, feeling a wonderful thrill course through her body. It was so strong she saw Fischer react as well. He had felt it, too. The question was, did he feel her reaction alone, or did he experience something similar? He said nothing as he led her from the office, but Bernadette knew he had felt something. His eyes showed it.

Once outside, Bernadette felt a warmth course through her body and first realized she had experienced a kind of orgasm. Her entire insides tingled, only it wasn't the physical kind of orgasm she'd known with Starker and Mannetto, lacking the emotional sensations. Rather it was quite the opposite. It had been an emotional orgasm without a physical come. This was another first for her because as she got on the bus she realized she had a yearning for physical contact with Herb Fischer. How many other women fell in love with their doctors? she wondered. Her experience was obviously not unique.

Shrugging, Bernadette went home and prepared supper. Gail was there to help her, having become very solicitous of her older sister. She had stopped letting schoolboys pick her up. And she didn't bring any more boys home to her bedroom at night. She had found something for which to save herself. It was a Biblical crime, and it was even against present-day law. Yet Gail was happier than she had ever been since her father died.

Suddenly Bernadette realized her sister's problem. The girl had been looking for love. She hadn't found it in her family when their parents had died, and so she began looking for it outside. Could that be her problem, as well?

No. Definitely not. Bernadette had never felt unloved. She had known her brothers would always love and protect her, no matter what. She even knew Gail would protect her, even though Gail was the younger sister. And because of it, she felt protective toward every one of them, loving them even more than she had prior to the death of her parents.

When supper ended, Bernadette cleared away the dishes and watched as Dave and Gail wandered off to Dave's bedroom. After washing the dishes, she felt in need of a bath. She went up to the bathroom, stripped down, and let her body soak in the tub for almost an hour. During that entire time she had her eyes closed and dreamed erotic daydreams of herself with Dr. Herbert Fischer.

Why, she wondered as she climbed out of the tub, should she want to have anything to do with that man? What was there about him that aroused her so?

With just a towel wrapped around her, she went to her bedroom. She turned on the light, and there were both Alvin and Ron.

"Hi, Bernie," Ron greeted. "You've got two for tonight, if you want."

Her cunt was already pulsingly hot with lubricant oiling its way around inside. The sight of her brothers once again aroused her.

"Sure," she laughed, removing the towel and tossing it off to the side, letting them admire her firm, lush figure. "I love audiences when I disrobe."

"We're happy to be of service," Ron laughed, winking at Alvin. "In fact, we'll undress, too."

Alvin smiled his idiotic smile as Ron began taking off his pants. His eyes shone as he saw Ron's hard-on, mentally comparing it to his own, knowing his cock was slightly longer. Alvin was aware he wasn't as smart as his other brothers, and was therefore more than pleased when he found he excelled them in the length of his cock.

Both brothers were naked in almost no time, staring at the desirable body of their black-haired sister. She pirouetted for them, letting them examine her beautiful figure, so beautiful it actually seemed to shine.

"What a great body," Alvin remarked, drooling.

"And it's in need of attention," she told them.

"We'll give you plenty of that," Alvin assured her.

"I want lots of foreplay tonight," she said.

She began fondling her heavy jugs in front of them, shimmying from side to side so her tits would bounce and jiggle.

"You look better every time I see you," Ron muttered, staring at her with wide eyes, making her feel warm with his glance. She could see his nostrils quivering with excitement.

Her eyes fell to Alvin's cock, making her heavy brother blush. Her own mouth watered at the sight of it. Then she turned her eyes to Ron's prick. It looked as delicious.

"God, am I lucky," she murmured, approaching them. "How many other girls in this world have such wonderful brothers with such fantastic cocks? You know, you both have the makings of brilliant studs. What wonderful cocks," she sighed, kneeling between them, grabbing a prick in each hand, lightly stroking them up and down as she alternated her lips against each of their bellies, her tongue flicking at their navels and slicing through their crotch bushes as her fingers danced up and down along their swollen cocks. She had them standing close together, and they had to each put an arm around the other to keep their balance.

"Both of you, walk back slowly to the bed," she instructed, and the two brothers obeyed her, walking back slowly, Bernadette following on her knees, her hands still tugging at their dicks.

"Now sit," she ordered, and they did so.

Her fingers curled more tightly around each solid cock and began tugging furiously on them with her mouth dipped under her working fists and began licking their balls; first Ron's then Alvin's. Their bodies jumped up and down on the beds in frenzied rhythm to the way she was pulling their cocks.

"Suck my dick, Bernie," Ron begged. "Suck it good."

Her hand reached down and began caressing their balls as her mouth went to the tip of Ron's cock. With her lips she circled the flanged knob, watching it swell and recede, sucking up the sticky drops issuing from the tiny piss-slit. Then her mouth moved over to Alvin's cock-head, and her lips gripped his corona tightly and pulled, sucking madly as her tongue rubbed against the underside. When his pre-cum seeped out, she drank that, as well.

Rising to her feet for a moment, Bernadette kissed each brother full on the mouth, letting her tongue wander through their mouths for an instant, depositing their own lubricants inside as she sucked on their tongues. Then she was back down on her knees, sucking the two pricks and licking at the two dangling ball-sacs, making her brothers almost scream in delighted agony. Their hands gripped the bedcovers in tight fists as they bounced wildly, trying to ram their pelvises up into her face when she was sucking their cocks. She had Ron put his leg over Alvin's in an effort to bring their two cocks close together, and then she began mouthing the knobs of both at once, letting the two friction against one another as she sucked.

Damn, she thought, I'm going to suck off the two of them together.

She had Alvin lie on the bed with his head on the pillow, and then she had Ron lie with his head at the foot of the bed. Ron's thighs were on top of Alvin's; their balls actually touched and their two staffs pressed together. That was it. That was what Bernadette wanted.

She knelt on the bed off to the side of them. Her head came swooping down, and she was able to take both thick dongs into her mouth at the same time. They were so thick they forced her to stretch her lips as wide as possible, and for a few moments she was afraid she wouldn't be able to blow them both. But little by little she began stuffing the rods into her mouth. Her teeth lightly scraped the skin of each prick, and still she pulled more into her mouth. Her tongue flicked back and forth, titillating the sides of each tool, rubbing against the rim of each mushroom like tip. Her mouth felt so forced open, saliva was dripping out in streams. She couldn't swallow. Yet her head continued moving down as her fingers fondled both sets of balls, feeling them quiver in their sacs as she pushed the last little bit of cock into her mouth she could fit. Then her head began bobbing up and down, her lips pulling madly as her tongue raced swiftly across the silken hardness of both seething cocks. Both brothers were groaning loudly, feeling the thrill of her pulling lips as their dicks pressed tightly against one another inside her mouth. They crammed their crotches up in unison for a while, stuffing her mouth with just so much solid sausage. And then they changed their rhythm so that when Ron was thrusting up, Alvin was bouncing down, and vice versa, so their pricks began rubbing against each other as well as against her lips.

Bernadette felt four hands pressing on her head, forcing her mouth ever lower, as two cocks attempted to ram farther inside. She sucked fervidly, tasting the different flavor of the two pieces of meat as they slid through her lips again and again. Her fingers began squeezing their balls, almost as if she intended milking the sperm from them. Her mouth continued bobbing up and down, up and down as her lips sucked and pulled and teased, while her tongue felt like a wet flame against the weight of each bloated knob.

She knew neither brother would be able to hold off for any length of time, and she was right. She felt Ron's cock begin to twitch first and applied stronger pressure with her lips. Her head bobbed up and down with greater speed, creating more and heavier friction, and then she felt Ron's thick fuck-cream blasting into her throat. Unable to swallow it, she let it wash through her mouth and come running down over the two cocks as she continued sucking them. Even as she felt the hot, delicious, gooey white cum seeping out from between her lips, she felt Alvin's cock suddenly stiffen and erupt madly. And as she continued sucking, she found she actually was able to distinguish Ron's cum from Alvin's. Ron's tasted the littlest bit sweeter. Alvin's was more acrid.

Bernadette's fingers continued squeezing the two sets of balls as she sucked madly. Now the two pricks were shrinking, leaving a little room in her mouth, and she was able to swallow. She drank both loads of jizz, swallowing strongly, massaging the two pairs of hanging balls, listening to her brothers grunt and groan ecstatically, thrilled herself that she was bringing so much pleasure to the two of them. She felt her pussy tighten as more lubricant began seeping out of it.

Christ! She was hot. She was burning up. Even as she finished drinking the double load of spunk, she knew she would have to do something to get herself off. This was driving her up the wall.

Releasing the shrunken pricks, she licked off the residue that had dripped from her mouth, then said, "Now it's my turn, dear brothers. Now you both have to make me come."

"Gimme a chance to catch my breath," Ron gasped.

"Aw, fuck you," Alvin snapped at his younger brother. "I don't need a rest period Bernie's been good to me, and I'm gonna give her a good come."

Alvin began sucking on her swollen boobs, licking her nipples and biting them, chewing on them with a strength he normally tempered, but he had come to know his sister, and he understood how hot she was. His biting of her berrylike nipples only served to build her heat higher. What wonderful, warm, soft, delicious tit-flesh. He sucked on one nipple as he pressed the other boob against his face, thrilling to the feel of the soft tit against his cheek. He sucked and chewed even more strongly, hearing Bernadette gasp, "Ooooooh, ahhhh, ohhhhh, Alvin, don't stop, don't stop, ohhhhh, it feels so wonderful."

He could feel his cock already lifting its listless head, almost ready to swell and harden. It wouldn't take much longer.

He ran his tongue up and down her writhing body, feeling her squirm maddeningly as he lapped at the softness of her flesh. He spun her onto her belly and continued licking, running his tongue up and down her spine, letting it slide into the warm crack between her globular ass-cheeks. His teeth sank into the flesh, biting hard, chewing, making Bernadette moan even louder. His tongue worked into her asshole, reaming around and around, sending icy chills running up and down her backbone.

"Ahhhhhh, Godddd! It's so wonderfull," she cried mindlessly as her pleasure built.

Ron, standing off to the side and watching his brother play, began getting hotter with each passing second. He had to join in. As Alvin continued licking Bernadette's asshole, and biting her round buns, Ron began kissing the nape of his sister's neck, letting his tongue lick into the side of her throat, making her wiggle with delight each time he plunged his tongue into her ear. She squirmed and wriggled, gasping for breath, clenching her fists and beating the bed.

"Ooooaaahhhhhh!" she yelped.

Together the two brothers spun her over onto her back again. This time it was Ron who sucked her tits as Alvin let his tongue drift lower and lick into her dark beaver. His tongue lapped a trail down to her pink gash, and then it plunged in, lying flat against the clit for an instant before actually sliding right into her seething cunt-hole.

"YAAAGGGGHHH!!" Bernadette screamed, feeling the wet, silky tongue slosh through her liquid fuck-channel.

Her ass bounced up off the bed as her cunt slammed into Alvin's hungry mouth, and all the while Ron was sucking her nipples and massaging her tits.

"She's movin' too much," Alvin said to Ron. "Hold her down so I can suck her cunt."

Ron straddled his sister's chest, letting his swollen cock press between the bloated balloons of her tits, pressing the tits together and rubbing his pulsing dong back and forth between them. The weight of his ass on her belly kept her from bouncing, and Alvin began scooping out her twat-syrup, gulping it down, swallowing madly, licking her inflamed and burning cunt with his tongue until it vibrated by itself. It enlarged to nearly an inch in length, and soon he had it in his mouth, sucking on it as strongly as if it were a nipple, making Bernadette squirm even more ecstatically.

Ron, sitting on her chest, kept her from bouncing, but her writhing did force his cock to push itself back and forth between her bountiful tits.

"Fuck," she kept muttering. "Damn it all, fuck..." That was all she could say as she continued gasping because of the way Alvin's tongue kept running through her puffy pink gash. "Alvin," Ron called back to his brother. "Fuck her. Stick your cock in her cunt and fuck her."

Alvin lifted his smeared face from her dripping slit, mounted his sister, aimed the rich, purple head of his swollen rod at the center of her blazing cock-holder, then slammed the full length of his thick, weighty dong into the swamp of her seething snatch. It sank all the way into her dripping cunt-hole powering its way right to the bottom, and Bernadette screamed out.

"ARGGGHH! FUCK, YESSSSS! YESSSSS! FUUCCKKK!!"

Ron jammed her tits more tightly together, pointing her nipples inward so he could feel them rub against his cock-shaft. He powered his prick back and forth madly, and was rewarded by feeling her own hand press her tits together, applying even greater pressure against his rubbing cock.

Bernadette felt her climax slowly starting to grow inside her. It would be a little while before it was there, but she knew it would hit her with the force of a speeding steamroller.

In her cunt she could feel the slicing cock, as if it were a sharp knife, cutting deeply into her sensitive flesh. It was an electric prod being reamed in and out of her hole, rubbing her cunt walls with such energy she knew it wouldn't be long before he spent his second wad. Her cunt was as much a leech as her mouth, its muscles tightly surrounding the tool being thrust through it, making it vibrate madly.

Alvin's hands were scratching Ron's back, digging into his spine as Alvin tried to keep his balance while thrusting his lathered dong deeper and deeper into his sister's anxious pussy. Christ! She was taking a long time to come, this time. He couldn't remember when she had taken so long. Even so, he was enjoying himself so much he didn't care. Let her take as long as she needed. He would stay with her all the way.

Ron felt the sperm beginning to bubble in his balls. The pressure of her tight tits was as good as her cunt, and now he knew there would be no holding him back. He rammed his ass back and forth with speeded-up movement, rubbing his reddened cock all the harder between the tits her hands were pressuring together. Christ! She had great tits. They were so fabulous. He could suck them or fuck them. Either way he felt such satisfaction from them. He kept slamming his cock back and forth between them, feeling the weight of each one pressing on either side. His sperm was building now, he could feel it. God! What a great sister! He loved her. He really loved her.

The spunk came flying out of his cock in ropelike spurts, flooding all over Bernadette's throat and chin. She opened her mouth and tried catching a few shots, but by that time he was shooting weakly, and the jizz dripped onto her throat.

Alvin, meanwhile, reaming his monstrous cock back and forth in her blast-furnace cunt, felt his rod swell, and then it jetted its load into the murky tunnel of her teeming twat. The hot, spurting blasts of fuck juice made Bernadette want to hump her ass high off the bed, and if Alvin hadn't been plugged so deeply into her cunt and Ron hadn't been sitting on her chest, she would have bucked like a wild mare stung by a bee. The cum-blasts blistered their way through her aching pussy, adding even more fuel to the fire of lust building to unbearable heights inside her.

God! she prayed. Let me come, let me come! I have to come!

And suddenly she was coming. Her body spasmed and jerked under the weight of both brothers, lifting both of them into the air as she came, screaming loudly.

"EEEEEEYAAAGGGHHH!!"

Ron leaped off her, and her hands began rubbing themselves in the sticky blobs on her throat, massaging the jizz into her body. It was as if she expected to improve her orgasm by rubbing the cock-cream more deeply into herself, as if it would make the climax that much better.

Alvin let his cock remain in her squeezing box until it had been emptied. Even when his balls were dry and deflated he left his cock inside his sister, figuring it might enhance her own orgasm somewhat.

Something was wrong. Bernadette felt it the moment her orgasm hit her. Physically it was as intense as anything she'd ever felt. But that certain something only her brothers had provided was now gone. It was an orgasm similar to the ones she'd known with Drew Starker and Bob Mannetto.

What was happening to her? Was she building an immunity to total orgasms? Was it possible no one would be able to help her? What in the name of all incest was going on?

Her brothers, unaware they hadn't pleased her as they had in the past, grabbed their clothing and left. Bernadette was alone, and worried.

Gail stopped in to see her an hour later and noticed she was all pent up. She opened Bernadette's thighs and began licking her sister's pussy, drinking Alvin's jizz out. Bernadette had another physical climax, but that was all it was -- physical. The emotional part was missing. Something had gone out of her.

Gail left, knowing she hadn't been able to really please her sister. She was worried, because Bernadette had helped her. Something had to be done.

CHAPTER NINE

"Dave, something's troubling Bernadette," Gail said to her older brother. "I think it's up to us to find out what it is and help her if we can."

"I agree," Dave nodded.

The two were together in the large bed in the master bedroom. Even though Bernadette was much prettier than Gail and even threw a better hump, Dave had slowly drifted toward his uglier, younger sister. He felt an affinity with her. This wasn't to say he didn't lay Bernadette every now and again. But he spent every night with Gail.

In a way, Bernadette had been glad. Gail had been drifting aimlessly, fooling around with many boys, risking VD each time. Dave had been lonely and in need of someone to give him physical love. He would have been too shy to go out and find it for himself. Gail had helped bring that love to him. One day, Gail would fall in love with some outsider and go off with him. But by then, Dave, who would have been getting laid long and often, would have the courage to go look for a wife for himself.

Until that time came, they had each other. And they made the best of it every night, putting bunny rabbits to shame with their fuck and suck antics.

"She's just not happy any more," Gail observed as her oldest brother sucked her tit. "We have to find out what's happened."

"What would you suggest?" Dave mumbled around a mouthful of tit.

"How about a good old-fashioned orgy with everyone participating? If that doesn't snap her out of it, then we'll get medical help."

"Sounds great," Dave agreed. "Do you think she'll go for it?"

"You know Bernie. She'll do anything to keep us all happy."

"Mmmmm," Dave agreed, though his comment made Gail wonder if he was referring to the taste of her nipple.

They went to sleep that way.

Gail informed her other two brothers of the coming orgy the following day when Bernadette wasn't around. Ron and Alvin agreed it was a great idea. It was planned to start Saturday morning, which would give them the whole day to indulge themselves.

When Saturday came, Gail and her three brothers rose early and took quick showers. They knew Bernadette would be taking her bath soon. It was one of the few luxuries in which she indulged.

Bernadette awoke about nine and took her long bath. But when she emerged from the bathroom, she met Gail, who ushered her into the master bedroom where she suddenly found herself surrounded by naked bodies.

"It's time for our first family orgy," Gail told her.

"I don't know," Bernadette said, looking from one to the other of her three brothers. "I don't think I'm up to it."

"Sure you are," Gail laughed. "It isn't that time of the month for you, and I won't be for another two and a half weeks."

The sight of Gail in all her delicious nudity began reaching Bernadette. Perhaps, with the whole family pitching in this time, she might be able to regain those powerful orgasms. She had to admire the way her sister's fulls, round tits were shaped, their nipples proudly outthrust and all but beckoning to her. The lithe grace with which she moved reminded her of the sinuousness of a panther. The sight of Gail's pussy, its golden hair already glistening with drops of cunt-dew, seemed to shine and glimmer, making Bernadette's mouth water. She wanted to control herself at this point, because deep down she knew the whole thing would end as it had when she'd been with Alvin and Ron a few days earlier. Yet, she had to try; she just had to.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by Dave, who gently removed the towel from around her body. Now she was as bare as they. She could already feel the sexual vibes coming from all of them. Each of her brothers had such a huge cock. Ron's dick was the shortest, and she knew it had to be at least seven and a half inches long. Alvin's was a half-inch longer, and Dave had a quarter of an inch on Alvin. All three cocks were more than two and three-quarters inches around. All three looked like old-fashioned cannons waiting to be fired.

And then the five of them were coming together, easing towards the huge double bed. It was going to be a wild, free-for-all screwing orgy. Bernadette's nipples swelled and ached with anticipation as she felt her body pressed into Dave's back. Gail had thrown her arms around the other two brothers and Ron was grinding his prick against her cunt while Alvin pressed his cock into her ass-crack. Bernadette could feel Gail's rounded hip pressing into her ass, and the front of Alvin's thigh was touching the rear of her own.

Dave turned to face her, and their mouths came together like clanging bells. Her tongue slid into his mouth, attacking his tongue and stabbing into his throat. At that moment his hands reached around behind her, grabbing her ass cheeks, and he shoved his own tongue into her mouth, causing sparks to light up in her brain. Excruciating physical thrills raced through her watering cunt like a tingling hot wire had been thrust up into her hole. And then all five fell on the bed.

Bernadette was hardly able to distinguish which body belonged to whom. Gail's calf was evident enough, being the only shaven one other than her own, as it hooked itself around Ron's hips, crushing her muff against his extended prick. She was already overexcited and was enjoying a simple orgasm, coming strongly against her brother's stiff poker.

Alvin was reaching for one of Gail's tits and squeezed the nipple strongly between his fingers. Bernadette heard Gail yelp with pleasure and turned to look. Gail's other, untouched nipple was right near her, and she instinctively reached out and grabbed it, rubbing the swelling nipple between her own thumb and forefinger.

When Gail felt Bernadette's fingers matching those of Alvin, her head snapped back as she sobbed in wild rapture. It made Bernadette shiver right down to her soaking pussy.

Her pussy? What was going on down there, anyway? She glanced down and saw the hairy mound of pussy-flesh that was pouting with juices seeping from the split as liquid oozes from a peach. Her ass was trembling with the motions of the bed, and Bernadette thought there might have been a minor earthquake. Her twat hairs looked so thick and curled they resembled electrical wiring. She wondered if someone had plugged them into a generator. Her full, slender thighs ached with desire, yet no one was touching her there.

Dave was busy sucking her left tit, then letting his mouth leap across the valley between her boobs so he could munch on her right nipple. Christ! It felt so good, even if it was purely physical.

And then something was happening at her sopping slit. She realized Gail's tit was no longer between her fingers, and the reason was that Gail's mouth was now down and sucking her cunt, kissing the softness of her thighs and licking the tenderness of her inflamed labes. Bernadette's skin felt aflame and she shuddered and gasped. And then Gail's teeth were actually chewing on the ragged edges of her left cunt-lip.

"YAAAGGHH!!" Bernadette screamed.

The sound of her voice egged Gail on, and she jammed her mouth into the boiling center of her sister's seething snatch. Cunt-honey came pouring out, literally splashing into Gail's face, but the blonde girl refused to slow down. Her mouth continued sucking and slurping at her sister's frothing snatch, drinking the flowing wine of her passion.

Bernadette felt it all physically, but not mentally or emotionally. Even so, she couldn't contain her body and began humping back and forth to the way her sister was sucking her cunt. Her mind was not totally rational at that point, what with Dave's mouth still tightly clamped on one tit, biting and chewing, causing pain that in turn enhanced her pleasure.

She noticed Dave was in a fetal position beside her, his body all curled up. His stiff, long prong was pointed in her direction, though at that moment it was too far away for her to get it in her mouth. So she reached out with her hand and clutched it tightly, almost squashing the rod as she saw drops of colorless pre-cum ooze stickily out, looking like teardrops seeping from an eye. And Dave, feeling her fingers on his dick, sucked all the harder on her tits.

Gail was lapping her sister's cunt with greater ferocity, letting her long tongue slurp up and down the full length of Bernadette's inflamed split. Each time her tongue licked up, it flicked across Bernadette's aching clitoris, rubbing it vigorously. Now it was Bernadette's turn to have her cunt hair dotted with a combination of twat-dew and saliva.

Increasing Gail's ardor was Ron, whose mouth was glued to her ass-crack. His tongue was licking it up and down, pressing into her puckered bung, then moving on to lick at her pussy while Alvin continued sucking Gail's tits. Ron's mouth traveled back and forth, slurping from her ass to her seething pussy again and again, making Gail writhe with thrilling agony. His tongue was fast becoming the most educated of the three brothers as it swirled through Gail's pussy, then licked its way back to her quivering asshole. Gail's hips were bouncing back and forth like valves around a piston. Her shuddering cunt was coming into contact with Ron's tongue an average of once every two seconds, making her tremble violently.

Bernadette's body was in physical paradise. She felt happy, and yet unfulfilled. The pure wantonness of what was happening made her feel a strong kind of extra-special love for her brothers and sister. She knew what they were doing, and why.

Twisting her body a little to the right, leaving Dave enough room to continue sucking her nipple while her own hand tugged on his cock, she saw Alvin's cock a mere inch from her face. Her eyes were staring into the tiny slit that was oozing tasty fluid, and she automatically reached forward with her lips and took the prick-head between them.

His cock was deliciously meaty and tasty and couldn't have been more solid had it been made of bone. She knew Alvin could feel her lips as he continued sucking Gail's tit, but he was moving the lower half of his body closer to Bernadette's mouth, letting more of his weighty cock slide down her throat. Her jaws pulled strongly as her cheeks hollowed, and she bobbed her head the littlest bit, creating friction, making Alvin push his dick forward the littlest bit more. One of his hands reached down and grabbed her head and crammed it closer to his groin, making her suck more avidly. Her tongue swirled around the bulbous knob, licking at the tiny piss-hole, dredging out more cock-oil, sucking it down her throat as she rammed her cunt into her sister's flushed face, rubbing the pussy-lips hard against her sister's questing tongue.

Alvin was beginning to rub his dick wildly into Bernadette's mouth, and his own mouth, which had been filled with Gail's bloated jug, pulled away as he began gasping. His heavy dork began swelling to even greater thickness, and then, as he bellowed loudly, he shot his wad into Bernadette's hungering mouth.

Bernadette felt as if a garden hose had been rammed down her throat. She sucked and drank and gulped the tasty glue as it continued firing from Alvin's cock. The entire time he was coming she pressed her tongue along the underside of his sensitive cock, rubbing the tube emitting his sperm, making him jet out even more.

As she finished drinking the last drop of jizz from Alvin's cock, Dave removed his mouth from her tit and began rapidly licking his way down her belly. Soon his tongue came into contact with Gail's as the two of them slurped their way through her delicious cunt. Their heads almost bumped together as they each fought to lick her shivering clit. It became a contest of who had the better tongue, after a while. First Gail's tongue slurped across the fleshy bead, and as the tongue withdrew Dave's came sliding against the man-in-the-boat. Gail's tongue was softer and gentler. Having a cunt of her own, she knew how she wanted it licked, and so licked Bernadette's clit the same way. She softly pressed her nose and mouth into Bernadette's thick beaver, then suddenly opened her mouth wide as she rubbed the edges of her teeth into Bernadette's labes, making them even more sensitive than they already were.

Bernadette squealed with such force it made Alvin's shriveled rod fall from her mouth. It gave her a chance to lift her head and watch the two contending for her clit.

After a while Dave gave up trying to suck her cunt and moved away while Gail continued lapping and Ron continued eating Gail's pussy.

"I'm going to fuck your ass," Dave told Bernadette.

Bernadette, all fired with passion, merely nodded.

"Get up on your knees," Dave told her.

Reluctantly she pulled her steaming clit any from Gail's mouth, turned over, and rose on her knees, balancing herself on her elbows while Gail fell back, face up on the bed and let Ron continue to eat her cunt. Bernadette felt the syrup flowing so heavily from her pussy it was dripping down her thighs onto the bed.

Dave, now on his knees behind her, stared at her lovely crack, then slowly moved forward and parted her buns with his thumbs. His steely cock pointed itself directly at the bull's-eye of her asshole. Bernadette whimpered as she forced herself to rein so his unbending prick would slide into her butt more easily.

Dave shoved, and Bernadette screamed, "Ouch! It hurts! You're tearing me!"

Dave immediately pulled his anxious cock from her bung, bent over and began licking her asshole, literally blowing saliva into it. His tongue licked teasingly, tantalizing the rim and making her buck a little. His tongue curled into a half-cylinder and he eased it into her hole, making it wet and greasy. Her sphincter relaxed and she beat her fists against the mattress in a frenetic passion as his tongue slid in deeper and deeper. And then her shitter tightened around his in thrust tongue, and when he attempted to yank it back, it was suddenly stuck. He couldn't move it.

The asshole tonguing was overwhelmingly delicious to Bernadette, and she had to admit that physically it was the most delightful thing she could recall feeling. It sent her spinning off into space on the wings of another orgasm. Her body shuddered with ecstasy as wave after wave of unabated rapture spread through her, and she lay there, balanced on her elbows and knees as if she had absolutely no control over her body.

While Dave's tongue was locked into Bernadette's asshole, Gail decided to come join the fun. With Bernadette kneeling on the bed, her eyes tightly shut, Gail pushed and slid her body under her sister's until she had her face near Bernadette's dripping pussy. The hair on her head tickled Bernadette's thighs, and she began lapping away at Bernadette's drooling pussy.

But Ron wasn't letting her get away with this one. He pulled his mouth from Gail's sopping snatch, grabbed her by the ankles, and slid her out from under Bernadette. Then he began inching in under her, feet first, until his cock was located directly under her dripping pussy. He could feel the sheets beneath his ass sodden with Bernadette's oily flow, and it spurred him on. With his oldest brother's tongue still stuck in Bernadette's asshole, Ron grabbed his sister's round, buttery buns and pulled her sopping pussy down onto his thick, swollen cock. It skewered into her fuck-hole the way a stake would have been shoved into a vampire's heart.

Dave's tongue, locked in as it was, fucked up and down, driving Bernadette wild with desire, and she rotated madly on the pole plunged all the way up into her tight, slurping cunt.

"YEEEEEIII!!" she cried out, thrilling to the dual pressure of cock and tongue.

Once again, physically it was more than any woman could hope for. Emotionally nothing was happening. It was driving her to the brink of insanity.

Voices were urging her to climax, whispering, "Come, come, Bernadette, come!" But her orgasmic senses were so mixed up her body felt as if it were in constant turmoil. Physically she was having the orgasmic time of her life. Emotionally she was feeling nothing. It was as if every control in her body had fallen off and she was a single, wide-open pussy from her head to her asshole, and all kinds of cocks were filling her up.

Dave and Ron were unflagging. Their bodies, so recently attuned to their sister, were unquestionably better equipped to accept all that was happening. Either one, in Bernadette's position, would have been enjoying it much more than she. Even so, their joint attack on Bernadette was having its effect as she writhed and squirmed, thrilling to the feel of Dave's working tongue in her shitter.

It was Gail who pulled her sister up into a sitting position, forcing Dave's head much lower because his tongue was trapped in Bernadette's asshole. Ron remained as he was, feeling the cunt surrounding his cock stretch straight up.

With Bernadette sitting straight up, Gail got to her feet on the bed, then walked over to her sister and placed her pussy against Bernadette's face. Bernadette began licking eagerly.

Alvin, who had already shot one load into Bernadette's mouth, also stood up on the bed. He approached Gail from behind and made her lean forward slightly so he could press his cock against her tight asshole.

Bernadette, slurping her sister's twat juices, relaxed for a moment and Dave was able to withdraw his tongue from her asshole. But now it was nice and juicy, so he brought his cock forward once again, spearing the bulging purple knob against it. Bernadette gripped her sister's thighs for support, feeling her cunt thoroughly impaled on Ron's cock.

As Dave pushed against Bernadette's tight asshole, Alvin crammed his dick against Gail's. Slowly, very slowly, the two brothers began making inroads into their sisters asses. Both girls began to move frantically as the two cocks began sinking in their shitters a little more each time.

"Oh, Christ!" Dave muttered. "What a feeling. What a fabulous feeling. Oh, honey, you have a great asshole!"

But Bernadette couldn't hear a word he was saying. Her ears were tightly clamped between Gail's thighs as her mouth sucked avidly on her sister's juicy pussy. She lapped and nipped, sucking for a long time on her sister's cunt, and in the meantime not only steadied herself, but held Gail steady as Alvin drove his tool into Gail's tender butt.

Bernadette could feel the pressure of one cock steamrolling into her ass, while the other humped in her sludgy cunt. She shuddered and vibrated, bouncing wildly as her mouth continued sucking crazily on Gail's delicious pussy, her in thrusting tongue feeling the pressure of Alvin's cock in Gail's asshole.

Gail was feeling more sensation than anyone. She had developed her incestuous feelings to their utmost, and the knowledge that a brother had his cock in her ass while her sister was sucking her pussy made her hump forward wildly.

"Jesus! Fucking Jesus! Fucking Jesus Christ!" she was yelling, rubbing her scrubby beaver against her sister's face, gripping Bernadette's hair with her hands as she literally jumped up and down on the bed, forcing Alvin to jump with her.

Sweet, rich, musky odors flooded Bernadette's nostrils as she continued eating her younger sister's cunt. She licked madly at the swollen, fully extended clit, and her lapping was having its effect, along with the thrusting of Alvin's mighty pole in his sister's asshole.

Gail was trembling so strongly it transmitted itself to Bernadette, making her lick all the faster, and then, suddenly, Gail was there.

"GODDD! I'M COMING! COMINGGGG!!"

She bucked even more madly, splashing slick pussy water into Bernadette's face as she shot again and again, multiple orgasms taking hold of her and controlling her, making her spasm violently until she was totally exhausted.

Her thighs opened and she released Bernadette's head, then fell to the side, dragging Alvin down with her. He was still pumping his thick prick far up into her steaming asshole, gripping her hips with both hands as they lay spoon-style on the side of the bed.

Bernadette, meanwhile, had fallen forward over Ron, and her mouth, smeared with her sister's cunt juices, came crashing down on Ron's, kissing him hard. This made Ron slam his broiling prick all the harder into her flaming cunt, and it caused an equal reaction from Dave, who slammed his own thick meat hard into her tight, squeezing asshole.

Dave was the next one to come. He blasted a thick wad of blistering fuck-cream into her gripping ass. It made Bernadette bounce even more as one physical thrill piled on top of another, and her cunt involuntarily tightened as she came again. Had there been an emotional tie-in, it would have been perfect. But the true thrill was gone.

Even when Ron shot his load into her tight twat, the only thrill she had was the knowledge she had given pleasure one way or another to her three brothers and her sister. The emotional thrill no longer existed. Now she was wondering if it ever had.

CHAPTER TEN

The orgy lasted all day Saturday and Sunday. Every physical orgasm merely served to enhance Bernadette's emotional frustration, building it to the point where she had no sleep at all Sunday night.

Schoolwork became impossible and she began cutting classes. She couldn't eat or even think straight.

When her next appointment to see Dr. Fischer came due, she nearly missed it. There was something about the man that was totally unnerving. For some reason she felt he was to blame for her no longer being able to enjoy the relationship she'd developed with her family. She had gone to him for help, and he'd only worsened things.

"Miss Reese," he told her when she had entered his office and chose to lie down on his couch, "I think you should know a new psychiatrist will be handling your case as of next week."

"What?!" she asked, stunned, sitting up. "But why, Doctor?"

"For personal reasons I can no longer be of any true service to you."

"Are you going away?"

"No, I'll be continuing my practice here, but Dr. Moore, an older man, will be taking your case."

"Have I done or said anything to offend you, Doctor?"

"Not at all, Miss Reese. I've simply decided it will be more beneficial to you if Dr. Moore takes over."

"You can't, Doctor. You can't! I need you. Oh, please, you can't."

"I'm afraid I must, Miss Reese. These sessions are doing more harm than good at this point."

He was echoing her thoughts. He could read her mind. Yet he knew why she felt as she did. He hadn't wanted to tell her because he'd wanted her to find out for herself. He had even admitted she had been very close to finding out the last time she'd been there to see him. He couldn't abandon her now.

"Doctor Fischer, I need you... very much," she told him. "In fact, even though I know you'll laugh at me, I have to admit I think I've fallen in love with you."

"Many patients fall in love with their doctors."

"I know. That was why I hesitated telling you what I just did. You'd think it was just another doctor-patient infatuation. A one-sided relationship, at that."

"On the contrary, Miss Reese. It's very far from unrequited. You see, I came to the realization I was madly in love with you, and once a doctor becomes emotionally involved with a patient, he can be of no value to her."

"Love," she said, staring at him. "Could that be the answer? Is that why I actually felt an emotional orgasm the last time our hands touched?"

"I had no idea I'd affected you quite so strongly."

"You did, Doctor, you did. Tell me, is love the answer? Do I have to love someone deeply before I can feel an emotional climax?"

"It's not quite that simple, Bernadette," he answered. "After all, you love your brothers and your sister. Yet from what you seem to be going through right now, whatever relationship you did enjoy with them apparently no longer exists."

"How did you know? I never had a chance to tell you."

"It shows in your eyes. At least that's the information I read in your eyes. I could be wrong."

"You're right. I'm going insane. I don't know what to do any longer."

"You think you're going crazy? Bernadette, here you've come to me and confessed having had sex with your father, three brothers, and two utter strangers, and you aren't even twenty-one years old yet. You also show bisexual tendencies in having had a sexual relationship with your sister. Any sane man would want nothing to do with you, so I must be insane, because I'm madly in love with you and don't care if you've copulated with an elephant."

"How do you think I feel?" she asked. "Coming to this office week after week, feeling myself loving you more and more, and afraid to mention it because you seem so cold and out of reach? I do know this much. You're the cause for my having lost any and all emotional sensation when I'm with my family. Deep down you're in my thought all the time. You're embedded in my mind. I don't know what it is, but I used to feel so secure around my brothers. Now, all of a sudden, I almost feel alienated, even though they still love me very much. The only place in the world I feel any kind of emotional security is... in... this... office. My God! That's it! Security! My father made me feel extremely secure. When he died, I became frightened and felt alone unless I was safely at home, being watched over by my brothers. And now that you've given me security, I no longer have that secure feeling at home. Yes, that has to be the answer!"

"You see, Bernadette, I told you you'd find it out for yourself. And now that you know it, you'll find all mental and emotional blocks will disappear."

"No, Doctor. I'll always have those blocks. You see, I know the only person I'll ever be able to satisfactorily have sex with is the one person making me feel secure. And I'm going to prove it, here and now. Your next patient isn't due for more than fifty minutes."

"Please, Bernadette, Miss Reese," Fischer protested as Bernadette rose from the couch and went and locked the door, "this is hardly the time or place."

"Wrong, Doctor. This is definitely the time and place." She smiled a superior smile, letting him know she was taking command of the situation.

Bernadette felt her heartbeat quicken. She wanted to fuck this man. Yes, she wanted to fuck him more than she'd wanted to fuck her daddy. She wanted to fuck him as she wanted to breathe.

She unzipped her mini-dress and let it fall to the floor as Fischer's eyes bulged in his head. He was staring at her, unable to move, watching the way her firm tits bobbled slightly in the bra tightly encasing them.

She was against him, pressing her body to his, letting those solid jugs rub against his shirt. Her hands were pulling his jacket off, letting it fall. And then her hands were cupping his head, pulling his mouth to hers. Sparks crackled as they kissed, knifing her tongue past his lips, seeking his own tongue, feeling his entire body shake with lust.

Her hand was opening his zipper, tugging his enlarging prick from the confines restraining it. As his rod emerged into the open air and her fingers gripped it tightly, she squeezed, feeling it harden. His cock was a long one, all right. And it was as thick as anything any of her three brothers sported. Bernadette let her palm glide softly up and down the rigid tool, squeezing lightly as she caressed, noting his mouth was responding to hers and his hands, on her shoulders, instead of pushing her away, were pulling her closer.

Bernadette began tugging on his tingling whang, pulling him as she walked backwards until she came to the couch. Then her mouth released his as she sat and unbelted his pants. In no time she had him stepping out of his trousers and underwear as her gentle hand lightly pressed his naked, hairy thigh, moving once more to where his powerful prick-shaft stretched solidly upward. Her hand surrounded the entire shaft, her fingertips teasing the base, pressing lightly for an instant. Then her palm opened and slid across his heavy balls, lightly brushing the tickling hairs as her fingertips moved into his ass-crack.

Moving her head forward, Bernadette opened her mouth and let her full lips surround the heavy bulb of his seething knob. Her tingling tongue began slurping the ultra-sensitive cock-head in swift, rotating movements as she bobbed her head slowly back and forth, taking a little more cock into her hungering more each time, eventually taking the full length of the heavy prick. The thick, knobby head, was pushing into her throat, rubbing her gullet, and now she began increasing the speed with which her head bobbed back and forth.

She could tell he was unable to prepare himself for what was happening, and it was only moments before she felt his heavy pecker swelling in her mouth, getting ready to spurt. She didn't want him pulling out at the last second and spoiling things. Her arms wrapped themselves around his thighs as she pressed her face strongly into his crotch, letting her nose rub his hairy pelvis, inhaling his strong, delicious, masculine aroma. She began sucking with an insane urgency, afraid to let his peter get away. The warm, wet, clinging cavern of her mouth glided back and forth over and over again.

There was no way Fischer could resist her. He had dreamed about making love to her too often to back out now. He loved her, and that was all that really mattered. He hadn't taken advantage of her. He hadn't attempted to seduce her, nor did she actually attempt to seduce him. It was love.

His hands laced themselves into her long, black hair, pressing down on the back of her head, feeling wild, unbelievable thrills starting to course through him. These were feelings he had never dreamed existed. He now realized he had been as much a prisoner of physical sensation without emotion as Bernadette. He'd fucked his fair share of women in his college days, as well as after, but none had made him feel this good, and many had been accomplished cocksuckers.

It was more than skill or ability. It was love.

One of Bernadette's hands moved away from his hip. She let her fingers trickle up and dawn his hairy balls and inner thighs, while the forefinger of her other hand probed the recesses of his butt-cheeks. She found his tight asshole and began rubbing her finger gently against it, making it relax. Meanwhile her mouth continued sucking his dick wildly, and the joint sensations were the last thing needed to shatter the final obstruction to his orgasm.

Abruptly, his balls seemed to tighten even more as his weighty dong suddenly twitched in her grasping mouth. Then the damn broke. Flood after flood of thick, white, gooey jizz, pure and tasty, began throbbing out of his rod in a pulsating stream, blasting out with unbelievable force as her fingers dug deeply into the flatness of his butt.

Bernadette, tasting the heated sperm splashing into her mouth, began a vacuuming sucking, drinking the outpouring froth as her own body squirmed. Her thighs were rubbing together, pressing one labia against the other, rubbing the oversensitive clit in between, giving her an orgasm of her own. It was totally unexpected and it made her suck his spurting cock all the harder, building the thrills in his body to unendurable heights.

Even as she felt the flow diminish and eventually stop, Bernadette knew there would be more. His cock was still hard.

Rising, Bernadette began removing her bra and panties. Herb Fischer did nothing to stop her. He had gone this far. He was now fully committed to her. He removed his shirt and undershirt, and shortly the two of them were standing, facing one another, fully naked.

Reaching for her, he felt Bernadette come into his arms. His mouth came down on hers, kissing gently, then totting his tongue between her lips, carrying the thrusts of her tongue, sucking, biting, licking, feeling the pressure of her sharp, almost pointed nipples as they scratched their way across his chest.

She felt his hands gently gliding over the roller-coaster curves of her body, rubbing her buns, pressing her cunt close to the throbbing meat between his own thighs. They stood beside the couch for a short while, their mouths tightly locked together, their tongues hotly lancing back and forth.

It was Bernadette who first broke the kiss, resting her head on his shoulder, pressing her lips into his flesh, and pressing her slightly curved belly against the flatness of his stomach, sensing the protruding prick between them.

Together they sat on the edge of the sofa and he leaned toward her, kissing her lips lightly, then slowly making the kiss heavier and stronger as his hand, of its own volition, moved to touch her hot tit. Her nipple was a steel stud cutting into his palm, raking it, searing it as her hand slid along his thigh until it once again came to his cock. The instant she touched his tool she felt it twitch violently, as if her mere presence was all that was necessary to arouse him. Then her fingers once again closed very slowly and softly around the palpitating, solid shank, holding it with great care, as if afraid her grip might hurt it. She began jerking it up and down very slowly, using the tenderest care, using only the tips of her fingers. She shivered with pleasure as his hand slowly inched its way down from her full boob, along her belly, to the dense, hairy mound of her cunt. The instant his fingers moved through her lush beaver to touch the soft pink gash below, her thighs closed as if in automatic reflex. Suddenly her hand was gripping his solid cock hard, as if holding onto it for support.

"Oh, God!" she whispered. "I never knew what love was until now. I love you. I swear it, I love you."

Her entire body was trembling, almost beyond control.

"God help me, but I love you more than my eyes," he confessed, moving his fingers, transmitting the message to her thighs, begging them to open. She felt his palm move down through the silken hairs on her pussy mound as his fingers sought entrance to her leaking snatch. As his fingers parted her labes, she could feel the furnace of heat coming from within her cunt. His touch was magic to her, and she melted to it, totally relaxing as his mouth sought and found hers again, kissing her hard. His tongue plunged between her lips, and as she sucked his tongue, she thrilled to the feel of his finger as it slid into her box while his thumb pressed against her oversensitive clit. He rubbed it for a while, and the tiny bud began swelling, making him rub all the harder. It was almost as if her clitoris were attempting to return the pressure he was applying to it.

Meanwhile, Bernadette thrust her body back and forth, riding the finger already plunging in and out of her hot twat. Her ass-cheeks began bouncing wildly as she humped herself back and forth, becoming aware of sensation and excitement as she'd never known them before.

Fischer made her lie down, then lay down beside her on the couch. He was excited to the point where he expected he would rape her if she suddenly changed her mind about fucking him. He was beyond the point of no return. But Bernadette had no intention of changing her mind. In fact, she wanted to fuck him rather than let him fuck her. God! She wanted him so badly her cunt began spurting blasts of juice all over his thighs, letting him know just how hot she really was.

She rolled him so he was under her, his erect cock poking holes in the air above him. Her own thighs straddled his hips, her weight on her feet as they momentarily rested on the floor on either side of the couch. She moved her body experimentally back and forth, letting the very tip of his anxious prick barely touch the softness of her labes. Her body was moving forward and back like a slow pendulum, and each time she moved, she sank a little lower. When she felt the head of his knobby prick pushing between the fur-fringed lips of her cunt, she teased him a little by retreating for an instant, then slowly settling down again.

Fischer, unable to stand the tantalizing, grabbed her round rump with both hands and held her firmly above his solid tool.

"Feels so good," she sighed. "Oh, it feels so good. Ooooaah. Yes, yes, yes! I want it!"

She was sitting upright, letting him see the way her tits bounced and jiggled, thereby filling him with even more lust. Then she sank a little lower, and the flanged point of his heavy prick pushed in a little more, barely spreading the outer lips of her soaking cunt. Both felt the sensitive presence now as she rocked the littlest bit, held in place for the most part by his hands.

And then the coral, flowerlike inner lips of her pussy began to spread as he pulled her a little lower, wedging his dick a little deeper into her cunt-hole. She tensed again, not from fear, but from the desire to let it all happen slowly. Her body shuddered with wanton desire as his thick, pulsing tool moved a bit farther into her sucking snatch. The fiery lips of her seething cunt completely surrounded and enclosed the meaty knob, much the same way her sucking lips had done a few minutes earlier, leeching, doing their best to pull the fat cock farther into her hungry hole.

Ecstatic joy made her rotate her body, feeling the swollen cock-shaft touch every tight, squeezing part of her gulping pussy. Her legs parted more widely, and her fuck-hole gripped his seething cock as if it had fingers. His unbending prick slid deeper and deeper inside, and both were gasping now. Bernadette's ass-cheeks involuntarily tightened as her body set itself for the final invasion.

"Do it, damn you," Fischer muttered, and the sound of his anxiety thrilled her, making her guts flutter.

Yes! He did love her. He wanted her. He would be hers and she would be his. He would care for her and watch over her the rest of their lives.

Her emotional self was sizzling, knowing her love for this man would give her the first of a battery of orgasms. She rocked back and forth, balanced on his palms and the soles of her feet, the moisture in her pussy so heavy it was dribbling down onto his crotch.

Unable to postpone the inevitable delight any longer, she took a deep breath then rammed her cunt down hard, screaming a "Yesssssss!"

It was a feeling beyond description. Each was completely caught up in the other, feeling the clinging wails of her cunt suddenly melt and become a part of his intruding cock, while she thrilled as the final emptiness inside her was totally and completely swept away. For an instant she thought he would come too quickly. But she didn't care. The mere feel of his cock inside her was pleasure enough. She felt completely satisfied even without the physical part of the orgasm. It was as if she'd only been part of a complete being, and now, with his prick inside her cunt, she was total.

Still sitting upright, she reached back with her fingers and began scratching lightly against his balls. At the same time she rose, then fell, rose, then fell, making his heavy cock twitch all the more violently in the tightness of her blistering cunt. The shiver of his cock seemed to transmit itself to her body, and she began shuddering as passion and desire built ever higher in her flushed pussy.

Her ass began bouncing madly now, as if she were actually jumping up and down on his solid poker, thrilling to the way it corked every last bit of empty space inside, rubbing and massaging her cunt-flesh. Her ass flew up and down with incredible speed as she gasped furiously.

Her slick twat now slid up and down the upward pistoning prong, greasing it as it moved along. She was gasping for air, unable to utter sounds she was so totally overcome by the feelings inside her. Her body swung from side to side in a mad, cadent twisting. It was coming, it was coming, it was building inside her to a height she had never before imagined as he bounced frenetically up and down, almost smashing his pelvis on each down stroke.

And then it was there, erupting from her like lava. Her cunt squeezed so tightly around Fischer's cock it all but pulled the knob right off. He thrashed, then caught her as she fell on top of him, still punching her pussy up and down, as air hissed from her lungs.

He held her tightly and pulled her flatly against him, but she rolled so much the two fell onto the floor. The rolling didn't stop there. With his cock locked into her blistering cunt up to the hilt, they rolled halfway across the room, then rolled back again as he felt his jism come squirting into her. He had fired so much the first time, when she had blown him, she was astonished he had so much more in reserve for her pussy. He blasted as if he hadn't come in a year, and she thrilled to every searing drop of his load. From now on, his was the only sperm she wanted in any part of her body.

"I love you," she whispered, crushing her lips to his, holding him tightly as her tits pillowed his hairy chest. "I adore you. I want to be yours and yours alone. Don't let go of me. Don't send me away. I know I did a lot of things you might think are bad, but I love you."

"I know," he whispered. "I know. From now on it's always going to be the two of us. I don't care what you did before. Our lives began today, only a few minutes ago."

Bernadette returned home to pack a bag, then left a note for her brothers and sister, telling them she was going off to get married. She knew they would understand.

The nightmare was over now. She had love, but, equally important, she had security. She had a man who really cared about her and only her. She would never again have to look anywhere else.

THE END

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