0 comments/ 100067 views/ 1 favorites Ellen Gets Hers Ch. 01 By: Uncle Bert (Note to readers: Better read "The Twins' Tangled Web" first to fully understand what's going on here. --Uncle Bert) An icy silence filled the car as Ellen Sanders drove through the waning daylight. Ellen's son Roger sat in the passenger seat; they hadn't spoken for miles. Roger wouldn't even look at his mother; he'd only stare blankly at the passing trees, roadside stands, and gas stations. Ellen, for her part, just drove, waiting for him to thaw. But there were years of silence between them, one of the consequences of Ellen sending Roger's father to jail. Most people would say that Ellen had done the right thing several years before. She had caught Jake, her husband of more than twenty years, in bed with both of their twin blonde daughters, Cathy and Kelly. Appalled, Ellen hid tiny cameras in the bedroom where most of the action took place, videotaped Jake and the girls in the act, and called the authorities. Jake got ten years. But the price of justice was the loss of her relationship with her children, most of her family, and nearly all of her friends. Ellen hadn't spoken to either Cathy or Kelly since they moved out to attend different colleges. Roger, himself a college freshman at the time, was completely surprised by Jake's arrest, and, humiliated, stopped talking to Ellen as well. It didn't help that, once the videotape was made public at Jake's trial, it went immediately to the Internet. Because anyone could download it at any time, the story simply wouldn't die. The case made Ellen a social pariah. If there were a better man than Jake out there, she'd never meet him, because they were all scared of being videotaped. It's not fair, Ellen thought. At forty-four, her hair was rich, thick and a golden dark blonde. Unlike her daughters' full, round globes, Ellen's breasts sloped to sharp points before curving gently underneath. Lithe and sinuous, most men first noticed Ellen's wide grey eyes and naturally long, thick lashes; their appreciation of her thin red lips and graceful birdlike features usually registered later. She certainly turned heads today, at the grocery store; the sleeveless yellow blouse she wore accentuated her golden mane, and her tight jeans silhouetted every pretty curve. Ellen stole a glance at Roger; twenty now, well muscled, with the curly black hair that had attracted Ellen to Jake in the first place, and Jake's eyes, and Jake's square chin. Despite herself and the waves of hostility emanating from her boy, she smiled. Roger resembled his father in so many ways, but Jake's hard features were softened by Roger's eyes, a gentle cobalt blue that made it impossible for Roger to conceal anything he might be feeling. Thinking of Jake and the endless hot sex they'd shared in college led to less pleasant thoughts; namely, except for masturbation, Ellen hadn't had so much as a kiss on the cheek since Jake went to jail. In fact, the most stimulating material she had was her own copy of the evidence tape. Never had she seen sex so hot! Or imaginative. Ellen had seen the entire tableaux when it happened, of course, on the TV monitor in the next room. She saw her daughters giving their father a dual blowjob, their lips meeting around Jake's massive shaft. Her cunt nearly boiled over when Jake rammed into one of the girls from behind while the other crawled underneath to apply oral sex, and, just when Ellen thought Jake was spent, he plunged his dick into his other daughter while it was still hard, and give her what looked like an unforgettable ... Ellen began to feel dampness growing between her legs. At the time, she was horrified by their behavior and driven by humiliation, embarrassment, and revenge. Now, she wondered if the three of them might have been onto something. Had it been worth it? What was so bad, really? Night after night now, alone on the sofa in the rec room where it had all taken place, Ellen churned her clit and watched her husband make love to Cathy and Kelly over and over again. With Roger coming home she couldn't even do that. The only reason Roger was even in the car with her was that school had ended for the year and he had nowhere else to go but home. Finally, Ellen could stand it no longer. "Honey ..." she said. "Christ, how could you!" he snapped, finally facing her. "Do you have any idea what it's been like for me? Not one day goes by that somebody doesn't razz me about Dad! Not one!" "Did you ever think about how what he did hurt me?" Ellen asked softly. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to lose your husband to your daughters? I had to put a stop to it, you know that." "Did you have to tape it? Couldn't you have just blackmailed him into stopping?" Ellen shook her head. "I was so angry," she replied, "and I had every right to be. And don't forget, the girls were betraying me, too." But Roger turned away again and sulked. When Ellen glanced at him again, she noticed that he had twisted his body away, concealing his lap. Why is that? she wondered. He can't be very comfortable. Roger shifted, and she spotted the truth; Roger's cock, bent and cramped, stood out like a long, round stone in his jeans. My God, Ellen thought with a shock, he watches that tape a lot too! That's what gets him off! The sun dipped below the horizon as Ellen's mind swirled with possibilities. Tormented by years of sexual frustration, loss and loneliness, envy of Jake and the twins, and now this sudden, surprising common bond with Roger … The new-found knowledge relaxed Ellen considerably and a plan formed in her mind. She left the interstate at the next exit. "What are you doing?" asked Roger. "I'm tired and hungry," she said. "We're spending the night at the first motel we find near a decent place to eat." Roger stared at her and gulped. "But--'' "I won't accept any arguments, Roger. We have to talk this out before we go home, and we can hardly do that in a restaurant." When Roger reflexively grabbed his crotch, Ellen knew she had him. She soon found a small, quiet, eight-room motel and pulled in, leaving Roger in the car while she registered. Twenty minutes later, key in hand, she opened the door to their room. A simple anonymous room with white walls, a few cheap prints, a lamp, and one double bed. "Mom," said Roger, his voice raspy and dry, "where am I going to sleep?'' "With me," she whispered, closing the door. "You've been hiding that hard-on for miles. Doesn't it hurt?'' Shocked, he inched backward. Ellen advanced, pushing Roger toward the bed. "But Mom, this is incest! We can't! Remember all the trouble it got Dad into?" Roger took another step backward and tumbled onto the bed. Ellen joined him and boldly placed her hand over his bent, pinched prick. Raw heat filled her palm and she found his pulse, which hammered forcefully against the heel of her hand. Gently, soothingly, Ellen straightened Roger's cock. "Isn't that better?" she purred. "Honey, that cock has never been harder. Let me give him what he wants.'' "Mom, please! I- I--" Roger tried to roll away, but Ellen took her handsome son in her arms. At first, Roger just cradled his head next to Ellen's heaving bosom, his own breath hot and swift. It brought back memories of comforting him when he was a little boy. Slowly, reluctantly, Roger placed an arm around her waist. "Kiss me, Roger.'' "You know we can't do this, Mom," Roger said, his throat dry. "It's wrong, Mom, you know that. It doesn't matter what we want.'' "What we want? What we both want?" Ellen's fingers lightly ran the length of Roger's prick, now visibly throbbing through his jeans. Their lips were inches apart. Roger did not move, waiting. Ellen pressed her lips against Roger's, worked her tongue against his closed teeth. Roger tried to turn away, but at last his jaw parted and his lips melted against his horny mother's, finally letting her tongue in. Now, at last, Ellen was to know what went through Jake's mind when he made love to the twins. When Roger finally yielded to her kiss, the sensation was like liquid fire poured along the length of her spine, and when Roger pulled her close, she involuntarily shuddered in his arms. She pressed her body tightly against his, rubbed her eager pussy against the hot granite shaft pulsating in Roger's jeans. When the kiss ended, Ellen nuzzled her son's neck, and licked his ear. Now it was Roger's turn for a shiver of passion. He lay still, trembling, as Ellen slowly unbuckled his jeans while she kissed his neck, and then his lips again. She eased his zipper down slowly, enjoying his agony as he bucked his hips a couple of times. Giving Roger's dick an encouraging squeeze, Ellen got off the bed and removed his shoes, socks, and jeans. When she pulled his underwear away, his crowbar-stiff dick, free at last, popped out. What a hog, Ellen thought. It's not longer than Jake's, but it's thicker. Ellen grinned at her son. With a sexy wink, she dipped her face to Roger's thick, bobbing prick, grasped it and licked the eye just once. Roger moaned as her fingers traced his seven hungry inches. "Ooooh, look at that," she cooed. Ellen slid her hand smoothly, sinuously, up and down, up and down. "What do you want me to do with it, Roger? What do you want me to do with this big, manly prick?'' Roger's balls, which had been ready for hours, were bloated, thick and tight. Ellen traced her fingers lightly up and down the throbbing shaft then gripped it firmly in her knowing fingers. The heat from his dick warmed her palm. Ellen massaged it with enthusiasm and love. "My mother's jacking me off!" he groaned, all control gone. "Oh, suck it, Mom! Suck my cock!'' "Maybe I will, honey. Maybe I'll suck your cock.'' Roger's head fell back as Ellen continued to jerk him off. She debated finishing him that way, but she finally tilted his thick, throbbing prick toward her moist red lips. The scent of it wafted toward her wet tongue. Licking her lips, she took the first two inches into her mouth. "Uhh!" gasped Roger. Encouraged, the sex-crazed older blonde gulped down more, and then even more. She moved her head up and down slowly, not wanting to rush it, not wanting Roger to come too soon, to enjoy what she was doing for him. Ellen brought her free hand to Roger's balls and tickled the tight sac with her long, sharp fingernails. Moaning, Roger humped his cock between his beautiful mother's talented lips. It's been so long since I've done this, she thought. But it's like riding a bicycle. Get good at it and you never forget how. Ellen opened her jaw wider to take in as much cock as she dared, hoping it wouldn't hurt too much later. Roger's balls, tighter now, seemed about ready to go. Ellen cradled his balls in her palm now, wanting to feel them twitch when they shot their wad. "Arrh!" cried Roger. "God, Mom!'' Oh, yes!!! thought Ellen, it's everything I want! Roger's nuts danced in her hand as his salty sperm shot along her tongue. Ellen swallowed the first barrage, gulped down the second. Roger bucked and cried in sexual fury, as if he was trying to get to his mother's pussy from her face. A third hot jet -- a fourth! "Mom!" he barked. "Oh, sweet Jesus! Mom!" Then a trickle and all too soon, he lay back. Ellen kept on sucking and swallowing until there was no more left -- for the moment. She lifted her head and Roger's cock popped out with a smack. Her breathing returned to normal as she lay her head down on his belly, her soft blonde hair spilling over Roger's groin, her fingers gently playing with Roger's temporarily spent dick. After a few calm moments, Roger stood up suddenly and tore the rest of his clothes away, his cock growing again already as he stripped. He soon stood naked before his gorgeous mother, muscular, proud, and horny, all reluctance gone now. Roger's cock stuck out from his body like an angry purple nightstick. He glared at her with lust burning in his eye. Ellen drew back a bit, afraid of what she might have unleashed. "God, you're a sexy bitch!" he exclaimed. Ellen wanted to rip her clothes away, but she instead stood on the bed and teased her son slowly, to regain control of the situation. Taking her time with every button, she waved her soft, sloping boobs above his eager gaze, bucking her hips as if she were already humping his huge, stiff prong. "You haven't seen these since you were six months old," she purred. "But I've been wanting to," he replied. "The number of times I've thought about this--" Ellen eased her panties off and tossed them aside. Beckoning Roger with her tongue, she lay on the bed and allowed him to join her, naked at last. Roger fell on the bed and buried his face in Ellen's tits, his lips and hands everywhere as he bit and sucked. Her nipples, hard and stiff as peach pits, stung under Roger's loving bites. Ellen brought her hands to his shoulders, pushed him down her belly. "My turn," she said. Roger spread her smooth, long legs, opening Ellen's glistening damp pussy to his gaze. Ellen moved it sensuously underneath his dazzled eyes, inviting his tongue. He bent his head, parted her vulva with the tip of his tongue, and began to explore. It was obvious that he'd never licked pussy before, but he certainly had a native talent. Roger's tongue slowly drove Ellen to new heights of ecstasy. He didn't dive right for her clit the way his father did; instead Roger licked near it, licked around it, but never actually touched it. It was driving her wild, and he knew she knew it! "Dammit, Roger!" Ellen hissed. "Lick my clit!" Instead, a finger, then another, probed her pussy. Ellen began to buck her hips now as Roger's tongue finally flicked her clit and his fingers twirled inside her pussy. Ellen, gasping with passion, her face red with effort, wrapped her tapered thighs around her son's head, her pussy vibrating on his tongue, up and down up and down up and down until she could no longer take it. "I-- I- I'm coming! Coming, Roger! On your tongue!'' "Mmmmph!" Ellen's orgasm, an inundation of lust, left her flopping and humping hard against Roger's face, almost cutting off his air. She cried out and gushed twice, three times. Still Roger licked on, urging more from his horny mother. Ellen gave him more, and, panting, finally pushed his head away. "Leave me some for the main event," she said. "My God, what are you made of?'' "Steel," he replied, grinning up at her from between her legs. Then he kissed her cunt again, licked his way up her belly, licked and fondled her tits, and finally kissed her with deep longing on her moist mouth. The musky scent of her own cunt almost made Ellen swoon. Roger's teeth bit into her neck and he lifted himself on his arms, looming above her, his prick hungry and ready. Mesmerized, Ellen stared at the cock aimed at her wanton, eager pussy. A huge cock. A hard cock. Her son's cock. My God, she thought, I'm going to be fucked with a telephone pole. Ellen's thighs parted readily, their mingled aromas wafting in the air, her pussy hot, wet and ready. "Now, Roger," whispered the horny woman, "any way you want.'' With a conqueror's grin, Roger lowered his hips, his cockhead nosing along his mother's thighs, ready for penetration. Ellen raised her hips to meet him. As the purple shaft sank into her moist velvet pussy, electric bolts of passion sizzled through her body. She moved her hands along Roger's muscular body, gripping his ass, and humping underneath him to get more of his cock deep down her slurping cunt. But Roger eased his dick in slowly, stopped part way, and began short, slow strokes. "Roger, you sadist! I want it all!'' "Not yet, Mom! " he replied with a grin. But he couldn't be satisfied with the short stroke for long. Roger pounded his full length into his beautiful mother, hard, fast and simple. Ellen's boobs jiggled and rolled as the vibrations from his pounding cock rippled through her body. My God, this is my son! I made the cock that's fucking me! she thought. Nothing could be better than this! Ellen realized now that this is what she should have done, not plant those damn cameras. If only I had them now, she thought as hot bursts of her son's breath erupted in her ear. I never want to forget this. Seducing Roger back then would have been delicious revenge on Jake. She wished she could see the look on his face when he found out! Then they'd have been even. The muscles on Roger's neck were tightening as he prepared to come again. Ellen, wanting to time this right, drove her hips harder against his, her own orgasm building like steam in a boiler. "I'm almost there, Mom!'' "Arrh!" Ellen cried. "Now! Come! Hard! Arrgh!" A spasm shook Roger suddenly, and she felt a hot gush deep in her pussy. It triggered another orgasm, and the two lovers bucked together in horny harmony. Roger held his cock firmly inside his mother, forcing Ellen to squeeze her interior muscles to milk it for more. Her sharp fingernails dug into Roger's ass and held his prick deep as she ground and bumped up against him. Eventually they stopped moving and their lust subsided. Roger kissed her slowly and tenderly now, because he wanted to, and Ellen kissed him back as his prick shrunk inside her, and eventually slithered out. "That was worth the wait," she told him, nestling in his arms. "Time to tell the truth, sonny." "What do you mean, Mom?" "That tape. Of your father and the girls. You watch it a lot, don't you?" Blushing, Roger nodded. "I can hardly talk to them without wondering," he said. "I can understand the whole thing now. I mean it, Mom, this is the best sex I've ever had." "I know, honey. I know." "So what do we do now?" "We worry about that later," Ellen replied, pulling Roger's lips close to hers. Ellen Gets Hers Ch. 02 (Note to readers: If you're not already familiar with "The Twins' Tangled Web," better read it first. --Uncle Bert) The sky darkened and rain began to fall as Jake Sanders left the halfway house for the last time. Prison had aged him. Though still a handsome man, today he was a bit less so. His once-black curly hair was now shot through with grey, his strong, square shoulders sagged a bit, and the creases around his eyes were noticeably deeper. Perfect, he thought as the droplets pelted him. Just what I need. Thanks to good behavior and a successful appeal to the state supreme court, Jake had won parole after only four years, rather than the ten the judge had meted out, punishment for his affair with his twin daughters. Now he was free -- if you can call having to register as a sex offender, frequent parole visits, social isolation and having the best job the state could find you heaving boxes in a grocery store being free. What he didn't have was a place to stay. He was expected to find a room at a shabby men-only hotel, but four years in one tiny cell was enough; he wasn't about to find another. There was also the little matter of the safe deposit box he'd managed to keep hidden from his now ex-wife Ellen and everyone else. If only the key were where he left it … A small beige hatchback pulled away from the curb as Jake walked by. He didn’t pay attention to it at first, not until he realized that it hadn't passed him yet. The rain began to come down harder now, and Jake pulled his coat up over his head. The car pulled ahead and the passenger door opened, inviting him in. Jake, his heart beginning to race, started to trot past when he heard a feminine voice cry, "Dad!" He stopped in his tracks, peeked into the car's dark interior, and looked into the face of a young woman he'd never seen before. When he'd last seen them, his daughters had rich, shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair, flashing dark blue eyes, full red lips -- never mind what happened, Jake cherished those memories of what he and the twins had done together. This woman was in her early twenties, but her brunette hair framed her face nicely in a semicircle cut well above her shoulders, and she had wide brown eyes. Yet he knew he'd seen her face before, somewhere. "Dad, it's Cathy. Get in before we both get soaked!" Jake tossed the backpack containing his few belongings into the back seat and got in the car. They spent a quiet, uncomfortable moment before Jake said, "I didn't recognize you. You do know that I'm not supposed to contact you or Kelly--" "I know, Dad, I know. But I couldn't just stand by while they flung you to the wolves. That's why I changed my hair and put in tinted contact lenses. That's why I went to school in this city, and now I've got an apartment nearby. Come home with me, Dad." "Cathy, you've got me violating my parole just ten minutes after they let me go!" "You can't contact Cathy Sanders, but I'm Cathy Monk now. Nobody's following us, Dad. Come on. Where else do you have to go?" Jake nodded wearily. She had a point. As the car glided through the rainy evening, Jake had a chance to study his daughter. Now fully mature, it was obvious to him that she still exercised every day, and baggy though the coat was, he could still discern the outline of her breasts, rounder than before, more full. An erection begin to grow, and he immediately switched off that line of thought. No more jail for him. Cathy's apartment was bright and cheerful, its walls painted a creamy white, and with tasteful art reproductions on the walls. Jake was pleased that she still liked M.C. Escher and the surrealists; that word described all the jumbled feelings in his mind. And Cathy looked so beautiful in the light! Free of the trench coat, she wore a loose white blouse, a dark skirt, and black pumps. Yet with her shorter, darker hair and eyes, she seemed like a completely new woman. She smiled awkwardly and went into the small kitchen, coming back with a bottle of champagne and two flutes. "Do the honors, Dad?" Jake obliged, and they toasted his freedom. Only after that did they embrace at last. "I'm so sorry, Dad. I'm so sorry for everything that happened." "It was my fault. I don't want to talk about it just now. Why'd you change your name?" "Because of that damn tape Mom made of us that last time. Somebody swiped it from the evidence drawer and put it on the Internet." "Oh, my God. I didn't know." "Poor Roger was just humiliated at school, and I haven't talked to him in about as long as I haven't seen you." "And Kelly?" "She's getting married in a couple of months. She went to Ravendell and majored in accounting. She met a guy at the firm where she works. We keep in touch through e-mail and we see each other a couple of times a year, mostly at Christmas." "And your mother?" "We don’t speak. Kelly's the one who talks to them." Jake and Cathy sipped champagne and talked for several hours, slowly learning to know one another again. The wild, sexual rollercoaster ride that was their love a few long years ago had long since past, and they were two different people now. Yet Jake could not get over how beautiful she was. He yawned deeply. "I take it I'm sleeping on the couch?" he asked. Cathy shook her head. "Tonight I thought you'd want to sleep in a real bed. I've got some work to do, so I'll stay out here." Jake donned a T-shirt and sweat pants before getting into bed. Bars of cool white light seeped through the Venetian blinds from the street as Jake tried to adjust to a wide, soft mattress, a mattress with room for two. Sleep did not come easily; the transition to this new world was jarring, and his feelings for his daughter were twisted and confused. Could they have a standard father-daughter relationship after all that had happened? Where would he sleep tomorrow night? A tiny squeak from the other side of the room woke him, and Jake sat up. Cathy stood in the bedroom doorway, wearing a flowing white nightgown. "Cathy?" Cathy crossed the room, lifted the covers and joined her father in bed. "What are you doing?" Cathy snuggled close to him. "I never stopped missing you," she said, snuggling close, her lips brushing his cheek lightly, her hand running down Jake's chest, and then his belly. "I see you've missed me too." Cathy massaged Jake's half-hard cock to its full length. Jake knew he should stop it right now, but he had missed a woman's gentle touch for so long. And even though he had made love to Cathy many times before, with her dark hair in its different style, with her riper, more mature curves, gave him an overwhelming sensation that he was in bed with a different, exotic lover. How badly he wanted to taste those inviting lips! But-- "You do realize I could go back to jail for fifteen years if anyone finds out about this," he said. "Cathy, we can--" Her lips closed over his, and her hand dipped below his waistband. "Mmmmm," she moaned, sounding as starved for love as he, her fingers tenderly, but firmly, circling themselves around his thickening dick. Jake ran his hand along Cathy's thigh, under her nightgown, encountering nothing but smooth, warm skin. He caressed her ass, and pulled his daughter closer. "My darling," he whispered when the kiss broke. "You have no idea what it's been like." "Why do you think I changed my name to Monk?" she replied. "You're still the only man who's ever made love to me." Jake lifted his ass and pulled his sweats down, exposing his dick to the cool night air blowing through the window. Cathy had lost none of her skill; she still knew exactly how he liked to be jacked off. Now he pulled Cathy's face to his and kissed her with hunger and fire, mauling her tits through the flimsy garment. Her fingers flew gently along his fully erect and exultant prick, stopping now and then to knead his tight and bloated balls, balls that had not had a woman's attention since the arrest so many years ago. Jake pulled Cathy's fingers from his cock and bade her to sit up. He lifted her nightgown above her head, exposing her body in all its gorgeous nudity. He looked at her for a moment in the semi-darkness, marveled at how the light and shadow brought his memory of her loveliness fully alive, and now this new beauty goddess loomed above him. Jake removed his clothes, too, his seven inches of hot purple prick jutting from his groin like the prow of a ship. Cathy took it in her hands again. "I know you're close," she whispered. "Let me finish you now, and then we can start making up for what we've missed." "Start?" Cathy laughed and curled up next to her father. She likes this, he thought. She likes jacking me off. It's just like when we started. So Jake lay back sighing and grunting as Cathy's skilled fingers drew his testicles tighter, as she rolled his increasingly tight balls in her free hand. Then his dick suddenly took on an extra stiffness, and-- "Jesus, Cathy!" Hot gobs of sperm blew into the air as Cathy's fingers pulled and squeezed. They landed on Jake's chest, his groin, on Cathy's joyful face and exuberant tits. She laughed madly as Jake's seemingly endless supply spewed over their bodies. At last, she let Jake's dick go. It seemed to shrink with reluctance. Cathy licked some of the droplets from her cheeks. "Still tastes the same," she said. "Christ, what a mess!" "There's some tissues in the nightstand drawer," she said. "Let me get a washcloth." Cathy cleaned Jake's body with tenderness and affection. Jake contrasted that with prison, when he'd had to quietly masturbate in the middle of the night to keep from disturbing his cellmate, Cathy and Kelly always on his mind, his fervid memories sustaining him. But never did he dream that it was not over. "So do I get a turn, Dad?" Cathy asked. "Anything you want, honey." Cathy dipped her head to Jake's groin, her strange, wonderful and new dark brown hair swirling around her face as she took Jake's prick between her lips. Her hot, pink tongue flicked across his cockeye, making him shiver. Once again, her expert fingers curled around Jake's thickness, and his cock began to grow in her moist, slurping mouth. Once he was erect again, Cathy began to nibble her way up Jake's torso, tonguing his navel, making him gasp when her sharp white teeth caught his nipple. "Now you know what it feels like," she said with a grin. Jake grunted, and ran his hand down to Cathy's dripping quim. He slipped a finger into the wetness. "Oooh, Dad!" By now, Cathy was almost straddling her father. They lay together, their lips and tongues dancing a tango as Jake's fingers became familiar again with his daughter's hot, eager, clutching cunt. "Dad! Don't stop! Dad!" she cried, as her first orgasm rippled along her body. But Jake shifted underneath her, and now his thudding cock lay along her labia. Jake rubbed his cock against Cathy's clit, almost slipping into her, making her gasp and making her come yet again. Rising above her father, unable to deny herself any longer, Cathy opened her legs, boldly grasped Jake's prick and slipped it inside. She sank right to the root on it, crying out. "It's so good, Dad!" Cathy sighed, wiggling her ass a little. "So wonderful!" Cathy bounced up and down on Jake's dick; he drove his hips upward as best he could, given the firmness of the mattress. He brought his hands to her breasts, those magnificent globes, those taut nipples that he pinched between his fingers, sending his daughter into a wild, inarticulate frenzy. Jake's balls bounced against Cathy's smooth white ass as she leaned forward for another sweet kiss and to give him the room he needed to pound his cock deep inside her, as deep as it could go. Jake was so far in that he almost thought he'd see his dick poking up from her throat. "Dad! Dad! Coming! On your! Cock!" she yelped, her head snapping back, her face contorted with orgasm, her hair flying in a blur. "Can't hold back!" cried Jake. "Don't!" With that, Jake's balls erupted for the second time. Jet after jet of hot sperm, free at last, blew into Cathy's womb. Jake held his daughter by the arms, his head thrashing on the pillow as he pumped his seed deep inside her. Contortions turned to joy on Cathy's face as her long-held dream came true. Her breasts jiggled and heaved above Jake's face as her body convulsed with orgasm. Only when Jake shot his last wad did she slump forward, almost smothering Jake with her breasts. At last, the sexual energy dissipated, and father and daughter lay together in each other's arms. "Oh, Cathy, I don’t care what happens to me now," Jake said. "That was worth another fifteen years." "We only need to be careful, Dad," Cathy said. "If we don't do anything stupid, no one will ever know." "Did your mother sell the house?" "No, she still lives there." "Then I've got something to tell you. Behind the TV in the rec room is a loose floorboard. Underneath it is a manila envelope, which contains the key to my safe deposit box." "You have a safe deposit box?" "Uh-huh." "What's in it?" "About $50,000 in cash. It's funny; while I was in jail the statute of limitations ran out on embezzlement. Nobody ever charged me, and now it's too late. But there's enough money to plan a future with." "A future with me?" "Who else?" he replied, stifling a yawn. "But how do we get into the house?" "I have an idea," Cathy said. But a soft snore told her it would have to wait. He looked so boyish just then, his expression placid and content. Cathy rolled onto her side, her soft ass warm against her father's naked thigh, and soon joined him in peaceful slumber. Ellen Gets Hers Ch. 03 No car in the driveway, noted Kelly Sanders. That's a good sign. Kelly had not been back home, the scene of the crime as it were, since starting college several years ago. The memories were too painful, and she never did understand how her mother could remain in the house after all that had happened. For the hundredth time, she read the e-mail from her twin sister. Cathy's instructions were simple and direct. Find the loose floorboard, pull it up, get the key and mail it to her. No chit-chat, no explanation … the mystery left Kelly with an odd, disquieting feeling. Something was not right. But in fifteen minutes it wouldn’t matter anyway, unless Ellen had changed the locks. Heart pounding, throat dry, the young blonde tried her old key on the front door. It slid in smoothly, and in a moment Kelly was inside. The house had been completely redecorated. Every trace of the twins and their father, Jake, had disappeared. Ellen had removed the carpeting in favor of the polished hardwood floor underneath, the furniture was new, modern and clean, the walls repainted a soothing robin's-egg blue. But the fireplace caught Kelly's eye. Once a hodgepodge of family photographs, it seemed to be a shrine to Kelly's older brother, Roger. Roger's high school photo was displayed, of course. Roger and Ellen, mother and son together, grinning for the camera and holding each other close. But there was also Roger in competitive swimming, Roger running the relay, Roger tanned and shirtless by a pool. Roger displaying an awful lot of skin, thought Kelly. He's got quite a body, my big brother. This looks like something a girl with a crush on somebody would put up. What's Mom thinking? The sound of a toilet flushing almost stopped Kelly's heart. Her first instinct was to bolt for the door, but that would have made her look like a criminal. She had a key, and was certainly within her rights to visit her mother. It had been too long since they'd seen one another, anyway. Forcing herself to breathe normally, Kelly nervously braced herself to meet Ellen. But it was Roger who emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a tank top and gym shorts. When he stepped into the living room, he almost jumped off the floor. "Jesus, Cathy! You startled me!" "It's Kelly. I'm sorry, Roger. I didn't know you were here." "I never thought I'd see you here again," he replied, smiling. They embraced and exchanged a chaste kiss. Roger's hand slid lightly, briefly along Kelly's upper thigh, and she shivered; his touch was eerily like Jake's. "Nothing exciting planned, I'm afraid," he said. "I was just about to get a beer and watch TV in the rec room until my softball game at four. Can you stay awhile?" "Make it two," Kelly said. Down the stairs she went, the first time she had been in the basement recreation room in year. It was here she had first made love, and it was her father who had taken her cherry. Even now, in bed with her fiance, Kelly used the pleasuring techniques she'd learned with her father in this very room, on the same sofa that still faced the TV. Come to think of it, this part of the house hasn't changed at all, Kelly thought. Why would Mom totally alter the upstairs and leave this room alone? Overwhelmed by the memories, Kelly felt her stomach tighten, and then a warm tingle in her pussy. She shrugged the notion away, thinking, I'll just take it out on Chip later. Where's that floorboard? Too late, she heard Roger's footsteps on the stairs, and then she had a bottle of beer in her hand. "Cheers," Roger said, clinking her glass. The foamy liquid felt cool and malty on her throat, and helped to calm her. She realized now that she lost her chance to get the key. But the key to what? "So what brings you by?" asked Roger, patting a spot on the couch. "We've all been split apart for such a long time," Kelly said. "It's time to see if we can’t patch things up. What are you looking at?" "It's been so long, I've forgotten how beautiful you are." It was true; Kelly looked little different than she did at eighteen, when all this started. She wore her thick strawberry blonde differently, of course, in a round, professional style that framed her face and hovered just above her shoulders. Accountants were expected to look like professionals, and so Kelly now dressed like one, in a stylish gold satin blouse that matched her hair, but was loose enough to only hint at the firm cantaloupes that stood up underneath. Kelly's black skirt stopped just above the knee, and the black pantyhose and pumps she wore outlined her slender runner's legs, which she crossed to her brother's obvious approval when she reclined on the couch. They didn't speak for a few minutes; Roger and Kelly had never discussed the scandal. Both knew the time had now come, but not how to broach the topic. "Did you ever forgive Mom for making that tape?" Kelly said at last. "Yeah, we've gotten past that part," he said. "I've never seen it," Kelly said, sipping her beer. "I …" Roger shifted uncomfortably. Kelly suddenly understood. "You watch it a lot, don't you?" she said, the tingle between her legs glowing warmly. "Well …" "Maybe you'd like to hear my commentary track?" Roger blushed. Something hot was growing between his legs as well, and he was beginning to see his younger sister in a whole new light. I wonder how she compares with Mom? he thought, loading the tape into the VCR. A thin line scrolled down the screen, telling Kelly that this tape had been viewed many times. Her slender tan hand started to shake a little as the image faded in and the camera looked down on her father's bed the day he planned to run away from them. Jake, Cathy and Kelly were lying on the bed, and for Kelly, it was suddenly like yesterday -- her single lesbian experience with her sister, the spectacular two-headed blow job, the very last time she ground her hips against Jake's groin as he rogered her from behind-- "I'm not hearing a lot of commentary," Roger said. Kelly, her face bright red, her breathing shallow, tore her gaze from the screen. "Roger, I--" Roger seized his sister's hand and placed it on his crotch. Without thinking, Kelly began to squeeze it, comparing it to Jake's, then she snatched her hand away. "No, Roger," she said. "I'm not going through that again." "You don't know what it's been like, watching that video for years and years, wanting to take Dad's place in it," he said. "Please, Kelly!" "I can't do this! I'm getting married in a couple of months!" But Roger pushed the thin cloth of his gym shorts aside and exposed his hungry prong. Kelly stared at it and swallowed. Roger thrust his hips upward, took his cock in one hand and pointed it at his sister while he reached behind Kelly's neck with the other and pulled her face downward. Kelly resisted. "Come on, sis," Roger pleaded. "Please, don’t make me," she whispered, but he was too forceful for her, and Kelly found his hot, meaty cockhead sliding smoothly between her slick lips. Slowly and gently, Roger moved his cock around inside his sister's bulging cheeks. Once Kelly began to get the rhythm right, he took his hand away, running it along her dangling breast, cupping it, pinching and squeezing, an act that sent a thrilling hum from his sister's throat right down to the base of his balls.. The young blonde's resistance melted, and she took to her task with enthusiasm. "Mmmmm," she purred, taking what she could of his cock and, as she had done with her father, stroked the remaining shaft with experienced fingers. Roger's head rolled back, his a blissful smile on his face. Now Kelly knew she was lost, that her life had once again taken a sharp turn. Her pussy was screaming with need, and only her brother could satisfy it. Back in high school, any sex would have been thrilling and risky. The fact that she was learning about love from her father made it all the more exciting. But after Daddy went to jail, Kelly knew just how much was at stake in an incestuous relationship, she knew she could be jailed too. As the years passed, Kelly told herself that the affair with Daddy and Cathy was a chapter in her life long since closed. But now, with her brother's dick swishing along her soft and moist tongue, every bit of the original thrill was back. She loved interfamily sex, there was no denying it. Could she ever give this up? What was she going to tell Chip? "Arrh!" barked Roger. Roger's cockhead expanded like a mushroom, derailing Kelly's train of thought. His hot, spicy sperm erupted across her tender tongue. Kelly swallowed and tongued her brother again, and again was rewarded. "Kelly!" he cried, bucking his hips, almost gagging his sister. "Coming! Sister's mouth!" Roger's orgasm subsided for the time being. Kelly glanced at the tape, which was paused at about the halfway point, where Jake was ramming into Kelly from behind while Cathy was simultaneously tonguing her clit. The memory only made her hornier. Kelly rose and began to remove her blouse. Roger doffed his clothes and stood naked and muscular before her, his thick cock twitching already. "That's what I want from you, Roger," she said, indicating the screen. Kelly's bra fell to the floor, her cherry-pit nipples stiff and beckoning. As she started to remove her pantyhose, Roger said, "Don't! You look so sexy that way." "Then how are we going to--" Pushing Kelly to the sofa, he nibbled a hole in the thick fabric with his teeth, and began to widen it with his tongue, causing his sister to grind her drooling pussy against his face. The tape started again by itself, and Kelly watched for a while as Roger kindled her pussy and his cock stiffened anew, hungry for more. Kelly paused the tape again as Jake was about to mount Cathy. She rose from the couch, naked but for her black pumps and pantyhose, placed her hands on the back of the sofa and parted her legs. Roger stood behind her and worked his cock slowly into the hole he had just made. "It tickles," he said with a laugh, but Kelly moved her hips and found him. Slowly, slowly, Roger eased his prick into his panting sister. "Deep, honey," she breathed, savoring the sweet sensations that ran through her body with every inch Roger fed her. When Roger's cock finally sank in all the way, she rippled her cunt muscles along it, jacking him off with her cunt. "Jesus, Kelly!" he hissed. Rarely had he entered a woman so wet, so skilled. For a moment he stood stock-still, letting his thick dick throb inside his sister. Only when Kelly began to rock her hips against his did he begin to fuck back at her. "Roger! Harder!" Roger leaned forward and gathered Kelly's jiggling boobs in his palms. He mashed them together as he humped into his sister, burying his face in her thick blonde hair. Finding the nape of her neck, Roger began to nibble and bite, enjoying Kelly's passionate shivers and little cries of lust. "How's that, baby sister?" he cried, enjoying her little vowel sound of lust she uttered in reply. Roger leaned up for a better view. He placed his hands on Kelly's ass, marveling at the soft feel of the pantyhose fabric, the way her hair flew about her head every time he lunged into her. "My! God!" Kelly barked, and Roger felt hot pussy juice running down his cock, staining the pantyhose. Kelly's head thrashed around and she cried out as a fierce orgasm shook her body from tit to toe. Suddenly inspired, he maneuvered a hand under the fabric and hunched forward again so he could finger Kelly's clit to time her next orgasm with his own. "Yes! Yes!" Kelly barked when Roger rubbed her clit. "Harder! Faster!" "Oh, sis!" When Kelly gushed against him a second time, Roger could hold back no more. He jammed his balls between his sister's cheeks and let out a savage animal cry when they let go, propelling searing jets of sperm down deep into Kelly's womb. "Roger!" "Rrrrhh!" Now Kelly jammed herself back against him and Roger held fast as his balls loosed their last. Panting, brother and sister pulled apart and collapsed on the sofa. "Oh, Roger, what did we do?" the blonde asked in dismay. "We made each other very happy," he said, kissing her hand. "We can’t do this again," she said. "What do I tell Chip?" "Don’t tell him anything," he said, pulling her close. "You know you loved it, and there's no reason we can't get together every once in a while. You wanted it as badly as I did, and you know it." Kelly sighed. "It's true," she admitted. Roger kissed her. "It's almost three," he said. "I've got softball in an hour. Why don't you come back for dinner. That'll give me a chance to prepare Mom." "All-- all right." Kelly sat on the sofa, topless, and sipped what was left of her beer. When Roger left the room, Kelly remembered what she had come to the house for in the first place. She found the loose floorboard and lifted it up, finding a crumpled manila envelope. With her fingers, she felt the outline of a key. Cathy had better tell me what this is about, she thought. Oh, God! Do I tell Cathy about this? As Kelly gathered her clothes together and headed for the downstairs bathroom to freshen up, she did not notice the tiny red camera lights winking out in the rec room.