Chapter Seventeen
Robby’s birthday present was the outfit Debbie was wearing. It was a mixture of marina blue and sky blue, with gold threads in it that sparkled in the light. It had originally consisted of five items, though Debbie was wearing only four of them. Her legs were encased in black sheer silk stockings, held up by a garter belt that was sky blue and lacy. Over that was a pair of panties that were so brief as to cover only her mound itself, with thin straps that rose across each hip and went to the back. They were the darker blue. Over that was a diaphanous jacket, again the lighter blue. There was no way it was designed to keep a woman warm. Rather its purpose was to showcase what was under it, in this case, the panties and her breasts. She had decided to leave the bra off. She might wear it for him later, but not tonight. She had taken flavored lipstick and darkened her nipples hastily, during which they became erect as she thought of her brother next door and what she had planned for him. Her breasts pushed proudly against the almost invisible cloth of the jacket.
“Happy Birthday,” she said softly.
Robby was trying mightily to control himself. In one way he thought she was cruel for showcasing the body he wanted so much, but was being denied … at least for a month. That thought made him react a little differently than Debbie might have expected.
“There’s no way I’m wearing that thing,” he said firmly.
Debbie was thunderstruck. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to respond to his comment.
Robby stepped forward and took her face in his hands, sliding in under her hair, which was down and flowing to her shoulders.
“But it looks good on you,” he said. He kissed her several times on the lips. “So I’m going to let you keep it as part of your birthday present.”
“You got me a present too?” she asked, her voice rising.
“Yeah. It cost a lot, so I had to work for it. I wanted to surprise you, but I’m not a tease like some people I know, so I didn’t tell you I had it. You want it now?”
What Debbie wanted now was her brother … doing what she expected this outfit to require of him, whether he had permission or not. She had planned this evening very carefully, but things had already gone a little bit awry.
Before she could say, “No, you can give it to me later,” he backed up and said, “I’ll be right back.”
He darted through the open bookcase and she saw him go to his bed and get on his knees and reach under the bed. He turned and she saw something white before his back obstructed her view.
“Close your eyes,” he yelled.
Debbie closed her eyes most of the way, but peeked through her lashes.
“Cover them with your hands,” yelled Robby, knowing his sister too well.
She snorted, but did as he asked. She heard him come into the room.
“Okay” he said quietly.
Debbie opened her eyes. Robby had stripped off his own clothes and was naked. He held in his arms the long white box with the flowers in it for her. Her heart thumped in her chest as she reached for them. She lifted them out of the box like they were a baby … too precious to chance dropping. The pink roses were framed in a halo of red ones, with tiny white flowers on thin stems scattered throughout.
“There are sixteen of the pink ones,” said Robby, feeling like he had to explain it.
Debbie raised her eyes to her brother’s. He could see emotion in them, but she didn’t say anything. She took a shuddering breath, bringing the roses to her nose and he realized she had been holding her breath for some reason. Her eyes never left his, though, and they looked … strange. He had never seen quite that look in her eyes before. She almost looked mad, like she was trying not to explode.
“They cost a lot,” he said, feeling the urge to back up, in case she threw the flowers at him or something.
Debbie turned suddenly and took the flowers to her bureau, where she lay them tenderly at the base of the mirror. She turned around and stepped back toward her brother. Her hand lifted to the bow at her neck and she pulled a loose end she found there. The jacket drifted off her arms, sliding down her back to float to the floor.
“Take my panties off,” she said, her voice low and husky.
Robby blinked. She sounded okay, but still looked … wild somehow. He knelt and grasped the strings that went up and over each hip. He pulled downward on them and gasped to see that, under the panties, all her pubic hair had been removed. Her pussy lips were plump and dark … thick … with a thick greasy moist look to them. They were so fat that he couldn’t see her clit. He licked his lips. He could find it. He pushed his face toward her shaven pussy.
Her hands grabbed his hair and stopped him.
“No,” she said, pulling upward.
Robby stood. That look was in her eyes. He was sure she was mad. Was she going to deny him contact, just because all he’d gotten her for her birthday were some miserable flowers?
“I don’t want that right now,” she said. Then she kissed him.
That kiss communicated to Robby that he was a fool. It interpreted that new look in her eyes as one he hoped he’d see often … daily, if possible. The passion with which she kissed him was almost animal … hungry … demanding. Still holding the kiss she stepped, forcing him to shuffle toward her bed. She tried to keep the kiss even as they fell on top of the bed, the awning of the four poster shaking as the posts vibrated. But she had to pull her lips from his to scoot and scramble up on the bed properly, where she lay back, her legs spread, her hair fanned out on the pillow.
“I want you in me,” she said, her voice husky.
Robby felt electricity flash through him almost painfully as she offered him what he so desperately needed. His lust made him more forceful than normal and, as he hunkered over her and felt her guide him to her slot, he entered her roughly, slamming deep on his first lunge, spreading her fat pussy lips apart and mashing the clitty he had been unable to see.
“Ohhhhhhhh, yessss,” she moaned. “I’ve missed this so much.”
All of Robby’s attention was on the soft warm pussy that was clasping his erect tool. He felt the beginnings of a premature ejaculation and held still.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned.
“I’m too excited,” he groaned in her ear. “If I move I’ll cum.”
“Oh,” she breathed into his own ear. “And if I do this will you cum?”
She flexed her pussy muscles, squeezing his prick tightly before letting her pussy relax, and then doing it all over again.
“Ohhhhh yes … don’t do that pleeease,” he groaned.
“Or you’ll cum in me?” she whispered, her tongue flicking out into his ear.
She felt his penis swell and felt is butt muscles tense under her hands as he prepared to jerk his penis out of her. As excited as he was, he remembered her mention of having gone on the pill, and that they weren’t effective yet. And, as much as he wanted to flush her full of his seed, he knew that unless she wanted that too it would not be a good thing.
He began to withdraw as he felt his semen begin its one-second rush through his cock. He felt her hands on his ass dig in and pull him back down.
“Cum in me,” she whispered. “That’s what I want for my birthday. Cum in my pussy Robby.”
Like fireworks, his semen burst forth from the tip of his prick as he pressed it deeply into her, bathing her cervix with his sperm-laden nectar. Even as his life-giving fluid left him, and his body pushed hard, he wanted to pull out of her. Then her words penetrated his consciousness. She wanted this.
“Uhhhhhh,” he grunted, as a second strong spurt following the first. He knew she hadn’t cum yet, and he ground against her in an attempt to bring her off.
Debbie tried to open herself even further as she felt his spunk shooting into her. She wasn’t close to an orgasm, but right now an orgasm wasn’t what she wanted.
“I haven’t taken any pills,” she whispered in her brother’s ear. He jerked into her at her words and she felt another wash of heat from the tip of his penis. “I don’t want to take any pills,” she encouraged him, milking his spurting prick with her pussy muscles. “I want you to make a baby in me Robby.” She licked his ear again, and felt him shudder as another spurt flushed into her.
He sagged down on top of her, her stockinged legs wrapped around his thighs, her breasts crushed against him and leaving red marks on his chest.
“Ohh Deb” he sighed, dragging in a breath afterward. “Do you mean it?”
She nodded, rubbing her cheek against him. “We don’t have to wait now. Mom even said we could hire a nanny to help me raise a baby if we needed to. And you’re going to fall in love with some other girl some day, so I want your baby now.”
Robby’s chest heaved as he pushed himself up to fix his sister’s eyes. “I love you, Deb. I don’t plan on falling in love with some other girl.”
“We’ll talk about that later,” she said. “I gave you your birthday present. I like the flowers … no I love the flowers … but right now I want to feel you spurting in me again Robby. I want to cum with you making a baby in me.”
Robby gave her her wish.
They took a shower together … and he gave her her wish again.
In fact, Robby gave Debbie her birthday wish four times a day until their mother and uncle got back from their honeymoon. Had they compared notes, Debbie spent three times as much time with a stiff prick in her than her newlywed mother did.
TBC
The twins went back to school, where their friends were. The board of the Franklin Group was, in fact, 90% other teenagers. One teacher was invited to be on the board as well. Ramona and Robert were consultants to the group. Robert explained that some kinds of help were better than others, and that in some cases, “help” could actually hurt. Two months later, during a break in school, Debbie acted on the first recommendation of the Franklin board. She and Robby drove one of the few new things they’d bought since their mother got married, and went to a place they’d heard of called the Taylor School for Boys. They met a man named Phillip Masterson, who gave them a tour of the school.
The Taylor School accepted boys who were either orphaned, or had been removed from their homes because of abuse or the parents’ inability to care for them. The boys were of an age where they were not attractive to prospective parents. Many of them had bad attitudes when they arrived at Taylor. But Taylor accepted them as the parents they’d never have. It was a technical and vocational school, designed specially to prepare such youth for life after the age of eighteen, when they’d be abandoned by the government that had seen to their basic needs, sometimes for all their lives.
Phillip showed them the automotive shop, the welding and wood shops, a room filled with appliances that were used to teach boys how to repair them. There was an electronics lab, such as it was. The school had formerly been a grocery store in an urban area that was abandoned by its customers as they moved out to new suburban homes. All the services were crammed into the ground floor of the place, with living quarters for twenty-three boys upstairs, dormitory style. Phillip Masterson lived with them, in the same dormitory setting.
They looked at the records of the school, and found that almost every graduate was employed and living on his own. There were four out of the hundred and fifteen who had graduated who were in jail. Sixty four of them were married and some had children already. It was an impressive record of success.
When they asked Masterson what he needed, he laughed. “I need a proper building. I need more staff. I need complete sets of tools. I need nicer rooms, where the boys don’t have to be in public their whole lives. I’ve got a plan for girls too, but I can’t mix them … not in this place. I’d need staff for them too. You want me to go on?” He laughed again. “I’m happy for your interest, but we need so much that I wouldn’t even know where to suggest we could use your help.” He smiled. “I appreciate you kids being interested, but I’m not sure what you all could do.”
Debbie just smiled. “Let’s just sit down and talk about that.”
They left a very shaken Phillip Masterson when they left. A consultant was hired, who worked with Masterson and his staff. A mere three million dollars built a new facility that would handle over a hundred boys. Three State agencies kicked in money and expertise at the urging of the Foundation’s attorney. The new facility would provide a place to train girls in secretarial skills, design and manufacturing of clothing, cooking, and a fast track to college to pursue a degree in education. It would take a while to get the girl’s side going, as Masterson had decided that he had his hands full with the boys’ program, but the facilities were there when a suitable director and staff were hired.
The money provided by the Franklin Group was not required to be repaid, with one exception. Money was made available for boys to borrow to start their own businesses after graduation. That money had to be paid back, with interest … a whopping half of a percent of interest.
The word got out that the Franklin Group was willing and able to do good things. That word would generate an interest in the group that would cause the twins to have to finish their education with tutors, because they had too much work to do. But that would come later.
For now, life was more or less normal, and when Debbie and Robby got back and delivered their report to their mother and uncle, there was a minor celebration and hopes that something good would happen because of what they had just decided to do.
That night, they settled in to watch Bonanza on the brand new thirteen inch Sony Trinitron television, one of the first available in the United States. They made a habit of sharing the long couch when they watched TV together, because that let them put the TV close enough that they could all see and hear it better.
On this particular night, Ramona and Robert sat in the middle, with Debbie on Robert’s other side, while Robby sat beside his mother. Debbie leaned in and wiggled under her uncle’s shoulder, cuddling up to him. Ramona, tired after her day at the bank, leaned back with one hand on her husband’s thigh, and the other on her son’s.
It was during a commercial that Debbie realized her uncle’s hand was cupping her right breast, which was naked under her flannel nightgown.
“Uncle Bob!” she said. “You’re a happily married man!” she teased.
Her uncle looked down at his hand and he gave her breast a little squeeze.
“You are correct. I’m very happy right now,” he teased back.
Ramona and Robby leaned forward to look at what was happening. Despite Ramona’s promise to her son, they had not been intimate since the honeymoon. They had come close a few times, when a hello or goodbye kiss got a little carried away, but both were well taken care of sexually, and the urge stayed … just an urge. Most nights Robby and Debbie slept together, in his bed sometimes, and in hers others.
Ramona elbowed her husband. “It’s not fair for you to play and I don’t get to,” she pouted. Her hand strayed up Bobby’s thigh to his crotch and cupped his thick penis and balls through his pajama bottoms. Robby’s sucked in breath could be heard over the voice of the announcer, extolling the virtues of Pepsodent toothpaste.
Now it was Robert who leaned forward and he saw where his wife’s hand was.
“Methinks thou dost protest too much,” he quoted. He suddenly felt a hand on his own half hard prick and looked down to see Debbie’s hand on the outside of his own pajamas.
“I can’t reach his,” she said demurely. “Besides, somebody else already did, so I guess yours will have to do.”
They were all playing, but sometimes horsing around goes farther than anyone would have anticipated. The four of them missed Hoss Cartwright lifting a broken wagon off of where it had fallen on his little brother. They missed the straining, as his bulky muscles bunched and his face contorted and he grunted.
That’s because their own muscles were bunching and straining, their own faces were contorted, as kisses were given and taken. Soon Ramona’s hand was inside her son’s pajamas, wrapped firmly around his stiff column of flesh, and Robert’s hands were roaming under the flannel that covered Debbie’s naked body. Robby’s fingers found his mother’s slick slot, and Debbie’s hand touched, for the first time, the penis that had brought her mother so much pleasure.
It was Ramona who broke first. She stood up, her pajamas hanging open where Robby had unbuttoned them so he could get to her breasts with his mouth.
“Bobby?” she said breathlessly. He looked up from kissing Debbie. “Robby has been very bad.” She closed her pajamas over her naked breasts. “I need to have a stern talk with him. I’m going to go do that in our bedroom if that’s all right with you.” She looked down at her husband’s crotch. The fly of his pajamas had her daughter’s wrist coming out, attached to her arm. There was movement inside the garment.
Ramona put her hands on her hips. “I see that Debbie is being bad too. Would you be willing to take care of her punishment for me? While I deal with Robby?”
Robert smiled up at his wife. “Yes dear,” he said simply. He looked down at his niece. “Debbie!” he said sternly. “Go to your room!”
Debbie pulled his stiff prick out of his fly and jacked on it two or three more times. “Yes Uncle Bob,” she said meekly.
Ramona took Robby to the master bedroom. She was topless before they got there, and her pajama bottoms hit the floor just inside the room. She pulled the covers back and lay down, scooting over into the middle of the bed. Robby was right behind her.
Robert let himself be led to Debbie’s room. Once inside she turned to him and stood, arms at her sides. She looked uncertain.
“This is something you wish to do, yes?” asked her uncle.
“I love Robby,” she said.
“As I love your mother,” he nodded.
“I don’t want you to love my mother any less,” she said.
“Alas, I cannot leave her and marry you. It would cause a scandal,” he teased. Then more seriously. “Are you worried about Robby? Are you afraid his feelings for you will suffer what they are doing?”
Debbie shook her head. “No, I know he loves me. I’m not worried about that. It’s just that I’ve never … with anybody except Robby … I guess I’m just nervous.”
Robert used patience, taking things slow. They talked, and lay together on the bed, kissing and fondling each other. She talked about the house, and what she and her brother had done in this very room, before they knew they had an uncle. He teased her physically, until she sat up and removed her nightgown to lie naked beside him. Then he got out of his own pajamas, but still only cuddled with her, stroking her, telling her she was beautiful … wooing her in a sense.
And, when her passions had been raised to a fever pitch, and she tugged at him, rolling onto her back, he knelt between her thighs and let her experience what another man was like.
In the other room, before Debbie even felt a penis enter her body, Ramona had experienced four orgasms, and Robby was working on his second.
Debbie was amazed at how different it felt, and how much the same it felt. Her uncle was built differently everywhere, including that part of him that probed her depths. His back felt different to her roaming hands. His chest felt different on her breasts. His mouth felt different on her neck and nipples. Her orgasm felt different too. It was a sweet one, that snuck up on her and sent tingles all through her. The orgasms she had with Robby were powerful and earthshaking. The orgasm her uncle gave her was like licking ice cream … sweet and long lasting.
At last Robert stopped. “I am very close, darling niece. I would not place my seed in your body without your permission,” he panted.
Debbie stroked his sides. “I’m not too worried. I’ve already missed two periods, so I don’t think you can do much more damage.”
He froze, amazed. His wife and sister had told him nothing of this. “I did not know,” he said.
Debbie pulled at his hips, to get him moving again. “I haven’t told Mom yet. Or Robby either. I’m going to have to pretty soon. I need to start seeing a doctor.”
“This is true,” said her uncle. “This is also a good thing, yes?” he asked.
Her smile bloomed. “Oh yes! This is a very good thing! I’m very happy.”
“Then I shall be happy too,” he panted. “I shall be happy for you … and in you …” he grunted. “I shall be … very … happy” he sighed as he sent his incestuous semen deep in his pregnant niece’s pussy.
They lay there, and talked some more, idly caressing each other and catching their breath.
“Thank you,” said Robert.
“Welcome to the family” giggled Debbie.
In the other room, Ramona lay spent and exhausted, both from a day at work, and from four body wrenching orgasms. Her son, having pumped her full of his spunk twice, lay with his head on her breasts.
“Debbie’s not taking her pills,” he said to his mother.
“I know,” she said. “She should have refilled them by now, and she’s never asked me to take her to do that.”
“I probably shouldn’t have cum inside you either,” he said.
“You can’t make me pregnant, darling,” she sighed.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because I already am,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. I was on time last month, like I always am. You could set a clock by me if you wanted to. Well, not any more. I should have started five days ago. I’m afraid you’re going to be a brother again … or an uncle … or something, darling."
“Really?” he raised his head. “That’s GREAT, Mom! What does Uncle Bob think about that?”
“He doesn’t know yet,” said his mother. “I didn’t want to give him a false alarm. I’ll probably mention it tomorrow.”
Robby raised up. His penis hung, full and heavy from between his legs. It was as stiff as it had been when he first came into the room.
“Let’s celebrate” he leered.
Ramona moaned.
But she spread her legs.
It was probably two in the morning when Debbie and Robert padded into the master bedroom, still naked. Debbie had stopped long enough to get a washcloth and wipe between her legs, but her inner thighs were already glistening again as more of her uncle’s sperm seeped out of her. They stood, looking at the two people in the bed, lying side by side. Debbie climbed in beside her brother, while Robert went around and climbed in beside his sister.
Fifteen minutes later there was only the slow, measured rasp of people’s sleeping breathing.
At the window the curtain moved. It was a small movement, as if an errant breeze had wafted through the window.
The window was brand new, however, and tightly closed. There was no way for any breeze of any kind to have penetrated to move the curtain.
And yet, the curtain moved again, this time hitting the glass lightly, almost as if something had passed through it, and then through the glass, leaving the house, and perhaps trying to take the curtain with it.
As if pain was leaving the house … pain that stained the soles of the feet of a ghost who turned a smiling face on the four in the bed as it was finally set free to go elsewhere.
The End….for this Story….
TBC with next new Storyline soon….
