Linda's strange vacation

“Yes. I saw her once at aunt Martha's in London about three years ago.”

“Tell us what happened.” Lola coaxed the lad.

“Well, we were by the sea near Atlantic City, Edith, Rita, my youngest sister and my mother. Edith at the time was nineteen and Rita was fourteen, or nearly fourteen. Edith was, and still is for that matter, very attractive with her brown flowing tresses and her panther?like body. Her ass is perfectly formed and her teats are just as they should be. When she walks down the street she has everyone's head turning, men and women alike.

“One day I decided to take a long walk along the water?front. I think that I was seeking to be alone for I walked a good deal. I headed for the little cabin we had near the north shore. For miles around you couldn't hear a living soul. Nearing the cabin I heard some noise.

“Being by nature quite curious, I decided to sneek up and see what it was all about. Through a small crack in the wood I was able to spy Edith, my svelte long sister, stretched out on the floor completely nude. There was a man on top of her and I recognized him to be the young architect that had been flirting with her since we had come to the beach. He was looming over her in a very insinuating position, and Edith seemed to be enjoying the taste of his 'thing'. I watched for a few seconds and then drew away as softly as I had come. I hid in the nearby bushes.

“Ten minutes later the architect had left the cabin, apparently afraid of being caught by Edith's mother. But I knew no one was going to come before noon and it was hardly ten o'clock.”

“And what did you do then?” Linda asked following the conversation with interest and awaiting a denouement to the intriguing story.

“Once he had left, I went back to the cabin. I opened the door and I saw Edith still lying on the floor obviously tired from her violent efforts. When she regained her senses, she tried to hide her nudity on seeing me. She asked with surprise what I was doing there at such an early hour. “You made love quite well, sis,” I said tossing it off as if it were the most natural thing to say. She looked at me with hate in her eyes. “Get the hell out of here. I want to dress.” This was her vulgar response. I tried my luck and said, You don't have to get dressed for what you're going to do. If not I'm going to tell mother the truth and she is not going to like that, is she?” She was thunderstruck. “You're out of your head.” Then with a little more conviction she called me a dirty little pig and pushed me away.

“I held my stand and told her she was nothing but a slut, and that if she would make love with me, I wouldn't breathe a word.”

Edith didn't say a word. She just stared at me ironically. I undressed nervously and then threw myself on her like a young lion. “Take it easy, my little brother. This is where you have to get in.” She took my prick with her hand she felt its hardness and vigor. Adeptly she slipped it into her vagina. Then she budged around and made it all the harder. Her movements were so well?accomplished that inside a few seconds I came with all my might. My first thought was that it was much, much better than masturbating at the cinema. Several of my friends would hold a masturbating seance when we saw a love film. You know, we used to change off and masturbate each other.

“It seemed that Edith had a penchant toward incest, because that same evening she asked me to come up to her room and recommence the same business we had taken up that morning. She taught me the sweet pleasure of sucking and being sucked. We spent the whole night making love.”

“And then what happened?” Lola wanted to know everything as she stroked the massive cock.

“Afterwards, everything came naturally. I can even remember the first experience of this type that I had with Rita. One night she was sleeping and I tip?toed into her room like a thief of Bagdad. She. had pushed her covers aside and she was sleeping naked because it was a hot summer's day. I woke her by placing my hand on her sex. She has that silken type of hair that curls lovingly, a bit like yours Linda. Naturally she cried out in alarm, but was less frightened to see her brother. She said she had been dreaming and thought it might be a robber. I reassured her and bade her not to be afraid. I told her a fib about losing my key and that I would have to sleep with her that night. I pretended to be annoyed at my misfortune. At first she didn't like the idea, but seeing that her brother was hard put (in fact, I was growing hard by the minute), she ceded. Until then, we had the normal rapport between brother and sister and she wasn't in the least suspicious about anything out of the norm. She rolled over and covered herself, while I lay down by her side.”