Cheat Engine

[Crinchy]

Mindy Masters lay stretched out on her bed wearing
nothing but a yawn. It was a scorching hot summer day,
not to mention boring. Mindy was wondering how in the
world she was going to make it through a whole long,
hot summer without a man.

Mindy, a petite 20-year-old brunette, was home for the
summer and separated from her boyfriend, Vince, who'd
had to return to his own home town hundreds of miles
away. Vince had given her plenty of steady loving over
the past three months, and Mindy missed it desperately.
In fact, she missed it more with each passing minute,
and after a week at home, her need for sex was urgent.

What was she going to do about it? It was a small town,
and she couldn't just walk down the street and pick up
some guy. The news would be all over town in no time at
all. Besides, picking up strangers wasn't Mindy's
style. She wanted Vince. But she wouldn't be seeing him
again till she returned in six weeks time, and that was
just too long to wait.

"Oh, shit," she sighed, "what am I gonna do?"

There seemed to be only one answer. She'd have to get
herself off, satisfy her own hot needs, without a man.
Mindy blushed as she thought about it. She'd
masturbated as a teenager sure, but since meeting Vince
she'd left those naughty habits behind. Vince's hard
cock had taken care of all her needs. Could she really
go back to playing with herself?

Rolling onto her back, Mindy slid a hand down her sleek
little body and over the soft fur of her bush. She
snaked a finger between her thighs and touched the
fiery-hot slit of her pussy. The flesh was swollen,
throbbing and wet. She was achingly horny, and even her
lightest touch felt fantastic down there. Suddenly,
there was a sharp rap at her bedroom door.

"Mindy, are you all right? I heard you moaning," called
her mother's voice.

"I'm fine, Mom," Mindy called impatiently. "I'm just
trying to take a nap. Maybe I had a dream."

"Oh, okay, dear," her mother replied, "try to go back
to sleep."

Mindy moaned with frustration. She was just getting
into the swing of things, and mom had to interrupt.
That was another thing about being home for the
summer... no damn privacy. It seemed like mom and dad
checked up on everything she did. And then of course
there were her two mischievous teenage brothers, always
hanging around.

She was lucky to get five minutes to herself to beat
off, she thought bitterly. Once more she closed her
eyes and stroked her hot, slippery little pussy slit.
It felt so nice, and she began to cream steadily,
soaking her fingers with the sizzling fuck-juice. It
felt good, real good, but there was one important
ingredient lacking... a man's cock. She missed Vince's
big, stiff prick so badly.

Mindy smiled as she thought about how she and Vince had
met and how quickly he'd seduced her. She'd been an
innocent virgin in her first year of University, and
she'd been uptight and inhibited about sex, just like
the rest of her family. But Vince had changed things
very quickly. She rubbed her creaming slit faster as
she recalled that first time.

She'd been crossing the campus, going from one class to
another, when she almost bumped into this absolute
hunk. He was tall, muscular, with black hair and
fantastically deep brown eyes. Just gorgeous, Mindy
thought, as she stood there staring at him like a fool.
He'd looked her over, and obviously he liked what he
saw, because he gave her a sexy smile.

"Those look heavy," he asked, indicating her textbooks.
"Can I help you with them?"

Mindy had laughed. "I thought that went out with horses
and buggies," she said.

"Okay," he replied, "how about going out with me
instead? My name's Vince, and I'll pick you up at
five."

***

Looking back on it, Mindy realized she'd never once
said no to Vince the whole time she'd known him. She
had agreed, on the spot, to a date with this perfect
stranger. They got some take-away food and parked by a
lake and chatted, and she found herself getting more
turned on to the guy by the second. She was actually
creaming her panties just being close to him, something
she'd never done before. She was suddenly so incredibly
aroused.

Mindy had never been horny for a guy before. Sometimes
when she was still in high school she'd get an itchy,
restless feeling, and she'd masturbate to ease the
sensation. But she'd been very strictly raised, warned
against boys and sex, and Vince was the first guy who'd
broken through her reserve.

So when he started kissing her, Mindy didn't resist.
She was curious about sex, wondering what fucking was
like, and she was so aroused by Vince that she just
couldn't bear to make him stop. He used his tongue when
he kissed, darting it teasingly in and out of her
mouth, and that just drove her wild. When they finally
came up for air, she was flushed and panting.

"Mindy," he laughed, "I get the impression you've never
kissed a guy before."

"That's right," she admitted. "In fact this is my first
real date."

"You're shitting me," Vince said.

"No, honest," Mindy said, "I was always chaperoned
before. My folks wouldn't let me be alone with guys."

"Jesus!" Vince exclaimed. "that's incredible! Well,
baby, you got a lot of wasted time to make up for, and
I'm just the guy to help you out."

He spent the rest of the evening proving it.

Mindy shivered lustily as she thought back on that
evening. Her pussy-cream came in hot helpless spurts,
drenching her fingers as she stroked her seething
pussy. She whimpered with excitement when she
remembered Vince's next move on that first date. He'd
moved fast and taken her by surprise, fondling her tits
through her thin silk blouse as he kept right on
kissing her, sliding that incredibly talented tongue
deep into her mouth.

She'd gasped and blushed when he suddenly pulled her
blouse up out of her jeans, revealing the firmly packed
cups of her little lacy bra. His hands closed over the
cups, hot and confident, and he began to squeeze her
firm, young tits. To Mindy's astonishment, her nipples
instantly went rigid, poking into his palms.

"Vince! Wait!" she gasped, "I never even held hands
with a guy before."

"Don't you like what we're doing?" he grinned.

"I... I don't know," she stammered.

"Well, take a second and think about it," he advised.
"Don't knock it till you know what it's like."

Mindy took his advice. She'd protested automatically,
because that was how she'd been trained. Her mother had
warned her again and again not to let boys touch her,
yet she'd never explained what was wrong with it. Now
Mindy shut her mother's lecturing voice out of her head
and concentrated on the sensations she was getting as
Vince stroked and squeezed her sensitive young tits.

"Mmmmmm," she murmured, "that feels nice."

"It sure does, baby," he smiled, "and it'll feel even
nicer if I take your bra off."

Mindy gawked at him. Vince just gave her another of
those devastating sexy grins as he reached around her,
unhooked her bra, and pushed the tiny garment up,
uncovering her gorgeous tits. Vince stared hungrily at
the flawless creamy globes and at her stiff little pink
nipples. Mindy could tell he was very aroused at the
sight of her naked breasts.

He grabbed for them, his hands hot and eager. Mindy
gasped and slumped back against the seat of the car,
shivering with sensations she'd never experienced
before. While Vince played with her tits, she creamed
right through her panties, and her belly did lusty
flip-flops. He worked his thumbs expertly over her
nipples, making them even more rigid and engorged, and
she moaned with delight.

"We really shouldn't be doing this," she said weakly.

"How come?" he grinned. "Don't you like it?"

That was the same question he'd asked before. It had
never occurred to her. All she knew was that her folks
would be very angry if they caught her doing these
things with a boy. But did she like it? Now that she
thought about it, yes, she liked it very much. She
didn't want Vince to stop fondling her sensitive tits.
So why were her parents against something that felt so
good?

"Mmmmmm, yes I do! It feels great," she murmured,
looking dreamily up into his handsome face.

"It's going to feel a lot better, baby. We're just
getting started." he told her. "Why don't we get more
comfortable? I know a real private spot."

He tugged her shirt down over her tits but didn't
fasten her bra. Mindy followed him in a daze as he
grabbed a blanket, left the car, and followed a path
through the woods. They came to a very secluded
clearing, and Vince spread out the blanket, pulled her
down on it, and started kissing her hotly.

Mindy just melted when he darted his tongue into her
mouth and cupped and squeezed her bare tits. Her pussy
was on fire, even though she didn't understand why. She
just knew she couldn't stop creaming, couldn't stop her
moaning and wriggling. Finally Vince broke off the
steamy kisses and came up for air. There was a hot
glazed look in his eyes as he reached for the zipper of
her jeans and started tugging it open.

"No, Vince. wait," Mindy squeaked, "what are you
doing?"

"I wanta see your pussy," he said, as if it was the
most natural and reasonable request in the world.

She didn't know what to say to that. Her parents would
have an answer, for sure, but was it her answer? She
knew she wanted him to go on touching her and arousing
her, but how far was "too far"? While she puzzled over
these questions, Vince deftly removed her jeans and
panties in one smooth tug, leaving her naked from the
waist down. Her blouse was pushed up over her tits,
exposing her completely to his lustful gaze.

His eyes glowed with hunger as he studied her slender,
naked young body. He stroked the soft little triangle
of sparse fur covering her virgin cunt, and she blushed
hotly. Still, she didn't want him to stop. She blushed
even deeper when he gently but firmly spread her legs
and studied the cream-soaked pink flesh of her tight-
lipped little slit. That was where she played with
herself when she got those funny restless feelings.

Her mother had warned her not to do that, either. She'd
been told never to touch herself "down there" except to
bathe. But she'd done it anyway. It just seemed the
natural thing to do when she felt hot between her
thighs. Now Vince was touching her there, and it felt
even more exciting than when she played with herself.

He trailed a stiff finger from the top of her cunt-slit
all the way back to the tiny puckered mouth of her
asshole. Back and forth went that finger, teasing and
arousing her, making her cream in helpless spurts.

He grinned and rubbed the pearly juice all over her
swollen slit, as Mindy writhed and whimpered with
excitement.

"Ooooo, Vince, that feels so gooooood!" she cried.

"It's gonna get even better," he promised.

He folded back the soft-furred lips of her pussy and
exposed the tiny hooded lump of flesh that always gave
her so much pleasure. That was the secret button she
rubbed when she needed to get off. He went right for
it, grasping it between his thumb and forefinger,
kneading it. Mindy sobbed with pleasure and soaked his
fingers with uncontrollable discharges of hot pussy-
cream.

"Unnnhhhhh, yesssss," she gurgled, "please keep doing
that, Vince, it feels so good."

"Sure, baby," he crooned, "I'll get you off."

Mindy didn't know what that expression meant.
Eventually Vince would teach her a whole new
vocabulary, but that night she knew hardly any words at
all. She just let him do what he wanted, knowing it
would feel great.

He kneaded her clit steadily and quickly between his
fingers, giving her a continuous buzz of sweet hot
sensation. Mindy closed her eyes in ecstasy and clawed
the blanket.

"Ohhhhh, yes, yessss," she moaned. "Rub me there,
Vince, don't stop."

Mindy felt the hot pleasure building steadily in her
pussy, and it made her sob and writhe and moan. Her
cream was flowing out non-stop now, soaking her pussy
and Vince's fingers. She screwed her eyes tightly
closed, shutting out every other sensation, as she
sailed to the very brink of orgasm. A minute or so
later she felt a violent explosion of pleasure
radiating out from her clit and shaking her whole body.
She bucked uncontrollably.

It was much more powerful than the feelings she'd been
giving herself, so powerful that she wrenched away from
Vince and rolled around on the blanket, convulsing
helplessly. It was quite some time before she went
still. Then she opened her eyes and looked wonderingly
at Vince, who was grinning down at her.

"What was that?" she panted. "What happened to me?"

"You came, baby," he chuckled. "You know, a climax...
an orgasm... and a big one by the look of it. Did you
enjoy it?

"Are you kidding?" she exclaimed. "I loved it!"

"Want me to give you another one?" he leered.

"Oh, wow, yes!" Mindy cried. "I'd love that, Vince."

"Okay, but I'm gonna do it kinda differently this
time," he said.

Mindy nodded impatiently. She didn't care how he did
it, as long as it happened again. That first orgasm had
been terrific, but it had also made her greedy for
more. This time she wasn't bashful or hesitant about
opening her legs for him. He made his thick middle
finger stiff and started inserting it right into her
virgin cunt.

"OHMYGOD!" she gasped.

"Ever had anything in there before?" he asked, his
voice husky with hotness.

"N-no," Mindy said.

He nodded, and she could tell it really turned him on
to know he was the first guy to feel inside her untried
cunt. His finger felt big and stiff to her, but she
liked the sensation of having her pussy filled and
crammed. Vince eased his finger up her cream-slick
little tunnel as far as it would go, and Mindy soaked
the probing digit finger with another hot flood of
juice.

Then he started finger-fucking her, and she was in
ecstasy. This was something she'd never tried on
herself. She always fooled around with her clit,
rubbing it or kneading it till the itchy, horny
feelings wet away, but she'd never tried putting
anything into her cunt, not even her own fingers.

Instinctively she began to hunch her hips up at his
swiftly pumping finger, seeking deeper penetration and
more of that delicious friction on her clit.

"Ohhhhhh, wow, yeah," she moaned. "I love that, Vince.
I love your finger in me!"

"I can think of something you're gonna love even more
up that hot little hole baby," he said hoarsely.

Mindy didn't know exactly what he meant, and besides,
she hardly heard him, she was so caught up in the
intense pleasure she was getting from his thick,
pistoning finger. She closed her eyes and ignored
everything else. The pleasure grew and grew in her
pussy, till she was sobbing with it and clawing the
blanket and soaking Vince's finger with huge sizzling
spurts of cream.

"Oh god, I can't take much more," she whimpered. "I
just have to cum."

"This oughta do it for you," Vince said, finger-fucking
her even faster.

He was right. His swiftly jerking finger took her right
over the edge into another body-rocking orgasm.

"Oh YEAH!! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she screamed.

Again she rolled around in total bliss and lost track
of time. She knew perfectly well that her parents
wouldn't approve of what this boy was doing to her, but
by now she didn't care. No way could she turn down
pleasure like this. She was already hooked on it. She
loved everything Vince had done so far... and she
wanted more!

She opened her eyes and gasped. Vince was kneeling
between her legs, as before, but this time he didn't
have any pants on. Mindy had never seen a cock before,
at least not a grownup one, and she just couldn't help
staring. She'd helped bathe her kid brothers when they
were tiny, but their little cocks were dwarfed by
Vince's thick eight-inch column of rock-hard meat.

"Get acquainted with it, honey," he chuckled, taking
her hand and placing it on his cock.

Dazedly she began playing with his prick, squeezing it
and fondling it. It was so soft, yet at the same time
so incredibly hard! The hole at the tip leaked hot
sticky cream onto her fingers. Vince's nostrils flared
as he watched her, and his cock made lusty lurches and
twitches. Then he gently moved her hand away and lay
down on top of her, sinking between her thighs.

"I'm gonna get you off again," he told her, "but this
time I'm gonna use my cock, baby. You're gonna love
this!"

Mindy felt his huge, hard erection pushing its way up
her virgin cunt. She wasn't scared. Everything Vince
had done to her so far had felt marvelous, and she knew
this would be great, too. His cock was much thicker
than his finger and the fit was extremely tight. It was
so exciting to have his big hard cock throbbing inside
her cunt. Mindy's pussy creamed all over the huge
shaft, making his way slicker and easier. Vince groaned
in delight as he stuffed her full of his stiff prick,
butting up against her hymen after getting his cock
into her tight little pussy only halfway.

"This might hurt a bit, baby," warned Vince as he
pulled out for the thrust that she knew would end her
virginity.

"Do it!" she groaned, eager to feel his huge cock in
her tight little pussy all the way. "Put it right in
and fuck me!"

"Ohhh, baby!" Vince grunted and slammed his cock hard
into her cunt.

There was a slight resistance and then a popping,
tearing feeling followed by sudden sharp pain. Mindy
cried out, but the pain was gone almost before her
scream stopped echoing in the secluded clearing. Vince
began to move very slowly in her, getting her used to
the entire length of his thick prick inside her tightly
stretched little hole.

Soon the pain was replaced with increasingly more
delicious feelings of pleasure, and Mindy began lifting
her ass off the blanket, fucking him back.

"You like it?" he asked hoarsely.

"Uhhhhhhh, yes, Vince!" Mindy gurgled, "It hurt a bit
at first, but it feels wonderful now. I think. I'm
gonna like this best of all."

"I sure hope do, sweetheart," he grinned lewdly.
"'Cause I'm gonna want to fuck your tight, hot, little
hole a lot more... that's for damn sure!"

Mindy sure hoped so too. The feeling of his big, hard
cock filling and stretching her tiny pussy was the most
incredibly pleasurable feeling she'd felt in her entire
life. She'd loved what he did to her before with his
fingers and lips and tongue, but best of all she loved
his cock.

From the first time they fucked, she was hooked on it,
unable to get enough of it. Vince brought her along
carefully, fucking her at first in slow sensuous
strokes, then fucking her faster and harder as her
tight little cunt relaxed and expanded.

Soon they were fucking at full speed, clawing at each
other, snarling and growling their pleasure. Their
bodies slapped loudly together, and Mindy gurgled in
ecstasy each time Vince's hard cock slammed into her.
She arched her back and hunched her ass up off the
blanket so that his rigid shaft rubbed her clit, giving
her blast after blast of intense pleasure.

"Oooooo, Vince, I love it," she sobbed. "I just love
it. Fuck me! Fuck me forever!"

Vince cupped her churning ass and fucked into her with
lightning speed, finally carried away by his own wild
arousal. Mindy felt her third orgasm of the evening
exploding from the depths of her cunt, and she clung to
him and sobbed in bliss as the delicious spasms shook
her. Vince was right behind her, bellowing and
shuddering, slamming his twitching cock deep up inside
her, flooding her cunt with jets of molten cum.

"Awwwww, Christ, I'm cumming, baby!" he roared.

"Yes, give it to me, cream me, unnggghhh!" Mindy
sobbed.

After that they'd fucked like bunnies on every date.
They just couldn't get enough of each other. But summer
vacation tore them apart. Vince had to go home to a
regular summer job, and Mindy's parents demanded that
she spend the time with them. Going without Vince's
regular hot fucking was just killing her.

Feverishly she rubbed her horny pussy, but it just
wasn't the same as when Vince did it. She missed his
cock. She missed it so badly, she could have screamed.
Her fingers couldn't do the job. They weren't the size
or the shape of his big, thick prick. Mindy moaned with
frustration and looked around the room, searching for
something that resembled a cock.

She spied a basket of fruit her mother had left in the
room for snacks. A fat long banana seemed to fit the
bill. Mindy snatched it up and pressed the pointed tip
to the creaming mouth of her famished twat.

She began pushing the banana into herself, panting and
moaning as it stretched and crammed her horny cunt just
like Vince's big cock.

"Oooooo, fuck! Shit, yesssss," she hissed.

Vince had taught her to talk dirty when they made love,
and now she just couldn't help it, any more than she
could help her hot heavy creaming as she eased the
thick banana into her hungry little fuckhole. She
closed her eyes and pretended she was taking her
boyfriend's big rock-hard cock. Her excitement reached
fever pitch as she shoved the banana home.

"Ohhhhh, honey, yesssss," she sobbed, "Stick it in me,
fuck me with it, Vince. I need it so bad, honey."

Mindy started plunging the firm thick fruit up and down
in her juice-slick pussy-hole, as she felt blast after
blast of pleasure, just as she did when Vince fucked
her. She could tell she was going to be really fond of
bananas this summer. She worked the thing faster and
faster as her lust reached boiling point. It made an
obscene sucking noise, reaming the thick hot cream from
her greedily clinging little cunt.

It felt fantastic, yet she still wanted Vince. The
banana might save her sanity, but it wouldn't cure her
boredom. Only Vince could do that. She needed his hard
male body writhing against hers, his throbbing hot cock
cramming her cunt. Nothing would satisfy her totally
except Vince or at least a man. But there wasn't any
other man handy.

"Do it to me. honey, fuck me good," she whimpered.

Mindy had never been turned on by any of the guys in
her little home town, and the only other males around
were her father and her two younger brothers. So, for
the rest of her long vacation she'd just have to use
bananas and fantasies. She jerked the banana as hard
and fast as she could in her frantically horny cunt,
pretending it was her boyfriend's pile-driving cock.

"Oh god, I'm almost there," she sobbed. "Fuck me hard,
baby! Fuck me as hard as you can! Ooohhhhh, Jesus!
Fuck! Ohhhhh! UHHHNGGH!!"

She felt the delicious explosion in the depths of her
cunt, and it flashed out to burn through her whole
body. She rolled around on the bed whimpering and
moaning with ecstasy, frantically fucking herself with
the glistening banana.

"Oh yeah, screw me you motherfucker, you're doing it,
I'm cumming!" she howled. "Unnhhh, shit, I'm cumming so
good!"

The body-wracking orgasm was the first she'd had in a
week, her first relief since the last time she and
Vince had fucked. It lasted a long time, and it left
her limp and gasping. She finally rolled onto her back
and withdrew the cream-soaked banana from her
temporarily satisfied twat, giving it a wistful look.

"Well, pal," she sighed, "I guess it's just you and me
for the next six weeks."

Mindy rolled off the bed, slipped into a light
bathrobe, and headed for the shower. She was so hot and
sweaty after bringing herself off, she really needed to
cool off and get clean. But to her annoyance, the
bathroom door was closed and she could hear the shower
running inside.

One of her brothers, no doubt. Eddie and Roy were
always hogging the bathroom. Mindy didn't understand
how guys could spend such a long time in there. It
wasn't as if they had to put on make-up or fool with
elaborate hair-dos or anything like that. She decided
it was time to satisfy her curiosity, so she knelt and
peered through the keyhole.

"OHMYGOD!" she gasped.

It was her 19-year-old brother Eddie, and he was
jacking off. He cleverly had the shower running, so no
one would be suspicious as to what he was doing in
there, but he wasn't taking a shower. Eddie was
standing outside the stall, fully clothed except that
his jeans and shorts were down around his ankles. He
was standing before the sink, and in the sink he'd
propped a big color photo of a naked woman. He was
staring at the picture and pumping his cock like crazy.

Mindy stifled a giggle. She'd really caught ol' Eddie
this time. Totally unaware that he had an audience, he
was ogling that naughty photo and beating his meat, his
face flushed and contorted with lusty pleasure. Mom and
dad would just shit if they could see their nice,
obedient, well-behaved son right now. Eddie was such a
model of good behavior... except when nobody was
looking.

The young woman in the photo had tits like watermelons,
and she had her legs wide open, showing the glistening
pink flesh of her gash. She was stroking her slit,
playing with herself, and her half-closed eyes seemed
to look right at the reader. So Eddie was jacking off
while he watched the girl beat off. Very kinky.

Kind of arousing, too, Mindy thought. Even though she'd
just gotten herself off powerfully with the banana, she
felt herself getting horny again as she watched her kid
brother jerk himself off. Eddie wasn't badly hung,
either, she noticed. His teenage prick was almost as
thick and long as Vince's. The last time she'd seen it
he was a little boy, but it definitely wasn't a little-
boy cock any more. It was man-size.

Mindy stared at her brother's big, rigid boner and felt
her pussy moisten with arousal. That was what she
really craved and longed for, a nice hard cock. It was
hell going without one, and it was just unthinkable
that she'd have to wait three months before getting
laid again.

Here was a gorgeous hard-on that was being totally
wasted, and it looked like Eddie was just as hard up as
she was when it came to finding a partner. Her mother
had confided in her that Eddie was between girlfriends,
so he obviously didn't have anyone to help him relieve
his sexual tension. All he had was his own fist, and it
was pumping like crazy as he studied the naughty
picture and let his horny young fantasies run wild.

Mindy was sure he was dreaming of fucking that big-
titted girl in the picture. No doubt he was fantasizing
that he was hammering his rock-hard cock in her horny
little cunt and making her squeal with pleasure... just
as Mindy had done when she pretended that the long firm
banana was her boyfriend's cock.

Too bad she and her brother had to make do with
fantasies. Both of them were ready and eager to make a
partner very happy, but no partner was available. Eddie
pumped his prick with lightning speed, and even through
the closed door Mindy could hear his deep, harsh
panting and moaning as he worked himself toward a
desperately needed orgasm.

The head of his prick was hugely swollen, a gleaming
purple, and it was leaking clear globs of pre-cum.
Mindy drooled at the sight of that wasted cock-juice.
Vince had taught her how to give head, and she loved
going down on him. She was starved for the taste of
cock cream, and it made her ravenous to see the pearly
stuff dripping from her brother's long, stiff cock.

"Unnnhhhhh, shit, unnnhhhhh," Eddie groaned, his face
contorted with lust.

He was almost there, and Mindy was getting wildly
aroused as she watched him. She knew she'd be drooling
when he shot his load, imagining a whole mouthful of
his cum. There was a lot she could do to give her
brother pleasure and a lot he could do to satisfy her
needs. Now that she thought about it, she and Eddie
could really help each other out.

Yeah, why not? Sure, he was her brother, but any port
in a storm, right. Especially when you were as
desperate for cock as Mindy was just them. Besides,
Eddie was pretty cute, a blonde hunk just like their
father and their younger brother, Roy, who'd just
turned eighteen.

Mindy dropped a hand to her pussy and rubbed a finger
into her wet little slit as she watched her brother's
large cock twitch and jerk in his rapidly pumping fist.
She imagined that long, thick pole pounding into her
tight little fuckhole and her pussy creamed onto her
gently stroking fingers.

Suddenly, Eddie let out a muffled cry and Mindy saw her
brother stiffen in ecstasy, pumping his fist on his
cock like crazy. A long jet of pearly jism spurted from
Eddie's cock and hit the woman in the picture right on
the tits and trickled down over her pussy. Eddie moaned
and milked his spurting cock, sending more jets of
sperm at the woman's photograph until the whole page
was covered with it.

Mindy rubbed her cunt-slit furiously as she watched the
incredibly arousing spectacle of her younger brother
cumming like a stud bull. She had the sudden urge to
rush in and suck the rest of his creamy juice from
Eddie's balls, but thought better of it. She might
embarrass him so much he's be too sacred to help her
out with her own frustrations.

She watched as her brother's orgasm subsided and Eddie
finally released his grip on his cock. The long, limp
shaft glistened wetly with his sticky cum and even
though it had lost most of it's rigidity, Mindy was
impressed by it's size. Eddie got a towel and wiped his
splattered sperm from the woman's picture. Then he
wiped his cock clean and pulled up his jeans. Mindy
waited till she saw he was zipping up before calling
out to him.

"Hurry up, Eddie, I wanta take a shower."

"Uh, okay, Sis," he stammered, grabbing the cum-
streaked photo and stuffing it up under his t-shirt.

He was still a little flushed when he opened the door
to find his sister standing there in her short robe. It
hung open just enough at the front for Eddie to see
that Mindy wasn't wearing anything underneath it
either. The nipple of one gorgeous firm little tit
peeked out from the edge of the thin material and he
could just see the shadow of her pussy-hair through the
narrow opening at the bottom.

"You forgot to turn off the shower, Eddie," said Mindy,
grinning as she watched his eyes staring at her body.

"Oh, yeah," he said dazedly.

"Never mind, I'll get it," she said, turning sideways
to get past him. "By the way, how about going out to
the lake with me for a swim this afternoon?"

"Err.. y-yeah, that'd be nice," he stammered.

He hardly heard her. His mind was still reeling from
the sensation of his sister's hard little nipples
brushing against his chest as she turned sideways to
pass him in the doorway.

"Good," Mindy said as she closed the door on him,
"we'll go in about half an hour."

For their trip to the lake, Mindy chose an outrageously
tiny bikini which she'd purchased just recently. Mom
and dad hadn't seen it yet, and they never would. Mindy
knew they'd freak. She put on her jeans and shirt over
the bikini when she went to ask for the keys to the
car.

"All right, dear," her mother agreed, "but be sure you
and Eddie are back in time for dinner."

"Yes, ma'am," Mindy said with a big smile.

That gave her four hours, and she figured she'd have no
trouble seducing her horny young brother in that amount
of time. As they drove to the lake, she asked Eddie
about his school year, and he rambled on about all the
activities he'd been in and the classes he'd taken. But
Mindy suspected that wasn't the whole story. She
steered the conversation around to Eddie's ex-
girlfriend and found out that they'd split up about two
months ago.

"So, little brother, does that mean you've been jacking
off for two months?" asked Mindy almost casually.

"I... ahh.. I've... ummmm... Jesus, Sis! What kind of
question is that to ask your own brother!"

"A perfectly straightforward one, I would have
thought," grinned Mindy, enjoying putting her brother
on the spot like this. Normally Eddie had a smart
answer for everything and it felt good to make him
squirm for a change.

"Well, I haven't been seeing anyone, if that's what you
wanted to know," growled Eddie, staring out of the
window.

Mindy smiled at her brother's frowning face. She'd hit
a nerve there, that was for sure, and decided to press
the issue further.

"So... do you or don't you?" she asked with a grin.

"Look, Sis, can we change the subject! How would you
like it if I asked you a question like that?"

"I'd answer you honestly," replied Mindy, flashing her
brother a big sexy smile.

"Really?"

"Sure!"

"Okay then," said Eddie, smiling back at her. "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Come on, Sis! You know what I'm talking about,"
replied Eddie in frustration. "Do you or don't you jerk
off?"

"Girl's can't 'jerk off' you moron," Mindy giggled.

"Well, masturbate, then!"

"What, right now... here?!!" Mindy could hardly contain
her laughter.

"No!! Awww, Jesus, Mindy can't you be sensible for a
minute!"

"Ok, sorry. To answer your question... yes!"

"That's it?" asked Eddie, suddenly intrigued at the
thought of his big sister masturbating. "That's your
answer?"

"Yeah... Why, little brother? You don't think I'm going
to tell you all the juicy details, do you?"

"No, I guess not," Eddie smiled. He looked at his
sister and tried to imagine her rubbing her pussy to
orgasm. The thought gave him an instant hard-on, which
he tried to hide unsuccessfully.

Mindy noticed her brother's predicament and her pussy
began to moisten at the sight of his huge cock-bulge.
Sex had to have been on his mind a whole lot lately for
him to be so easily aroused. And judging by the way he
organized his little masturbation session in the
bathroom this morning, he must have spent a pretty
large amount of time jacking off.

Mom and dad demanded almost angelic behavior from all
their kids, and Mindy and Eddie and Roy had become very
good at faking it since they were sixteen, but
underneath they were just as lusty and interested in
sex as any other teenagers.

Mindy parked in a secluded spot by the lake, and Eddie
helped her spread out a blanket for them to sit on. As
they stripped off their outer clothing, Mindy noticed
that her brother was wearing a very conservative pair
of swimming trunks and didn't have a tan. When Eddie
saw her in her skimpy little black bikini, his mouth
dropped open. It seemed to consisted of nothing but two
thin strips of cloth just wide enough to cover her
nipples and cuntslit. Eddie's eyes almost popped out of
his head as she did a sexy little pirouette, her firm
young tits and ass bouncing provocatively as she
turned.

"Well? What do you think?" she asked, posing for him.

"Jesus, Sis, that's some bikini!" he exclaimed, staring
at Mindy's exposed flesh.

"Thanks," Mindy smiled. "I'm glad it meets your
approval, little brother!"

"What did Mom say when she saw it?" asked Eddie.

"I haven't shown it to her."

"Are you going to?"

"I'm not that stupid," grinned Mindy. "Mom would just
tell Dad and I'd get another long boring lecture about
morals and shit."

Eddie took another long, hungry look at his sister's
gorgeous body and dashed into the water to cool off,
yelling at her to join him. They didn't swim long.
Eddie was so engrossed in looking at her tits he kept
bumping into her, and Mindy figured the time was ripe
for seducing him. Her ceaselessly horny pussy reminded
her of how great his stiff young cock was going to
feel, and she could hardly wait to try it. She went to
stretch out on the blanket, and Eddie followed.

"What happened to your tan," she asked. "Don't you ever
get outdoors?"

"Aw, I've been too busy studying," he sighed.

"Poor Eddie, never has any fun," Mindy mocked.

"I've had my fair share," said Eddie. "And looks like
you might have to, if that new bikini of yours is any
indication. I bet you have to fight the guys off with a
stick."

"Nope, I usually just fuck 'em," grinned Mindy, smiling
at the shocked look on her brother's face.

Eddie turned scarlet. His mouth dropped open again. He
tried to say something, but his voice didn't work.
Finally he cleared his throat and tried again.

"Um... I'm not sure I heard you right, Sis," he said.

"Oh, you heard me okay, Eddie." Mindy said. "I've been
going with a guy, and we've been fucking. We've been
doing all kinds of fun things."

"Like what?" he asked, his voice hoarse with
excitement.

"Oh, like this," Mindy said, moving over to kiss him.

She planted her mouth on his and gave him one of those
long steamy tongue-kisses she and Vince loved. They
always turned her on like crazy, and she was hoping
they'd have the same effect on Eddie. Not that Eddie
needed much turning on. The poor kid was probably horny
twenty-four hours a day. He shivered with excitement as
she kissed him.

Finally she drew back, leaving him flushed and
blinking, and she saw that her plan was working very
well. The crotch of his swimsuit was bulging. Just one
kiss, and her kid brother had a big fat hard-on.
Mindy's pussy began to drool at the thought of that
long thick satisfying cock penetrating her poor
neglected pussy. As she ogled that enticing lump, Eddie
looked dazed and confused.

"Well, what do you think, Eddie? Can your big sister
kiss, or what!" she purred.

He just nodded, too shaken up to speak. Mindy smiled
and went straight to the next phase of her plan.

"Wow, feel that sun," she said, "I hate to get strap
marks in my tan."

Mindy removed her bikini top, and Eddie's mouth dropped
open even farther. She stretched out on her back and
let him ogle her high-riding apple-size tits and small
pink nipples.

"Jesus!" he breathed hoarsely.

"Do you like my tits, Eddie?" asked Mindy, smiling
seductively as she cupped her firm you boobs and
offered them up to her brother's hot gaze.

"You bet, Sis! I've never seen such a perfect pair of
boobs before."

"Thanks for the compliment, little brother," chuckled
Mindy, moving closer so he could get a better look.
"Here, feel how firm they are. I don't usually need to
wear a bra."

She grabbed her brother's hands hot, sweaty hands and
placed them palms down on her naked breasts. She showed
him how to squeeze and mold the silky globes, firmly
but not painfully. Then she let go and allowed him to
solo. He was clumsy but eager.

"What do you think, firm huh?" she asked with an impish
grin.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned.

"Why, Eddie. When did you start to swear?" Mindy
teased.

He grinned and said, "You know how it is around the
folks. You have to save all the good stuff for
private."

"Yeah, like jerking off," Mindy said knowingly.

Eddie turned red, and she added,

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. I used to finger my
pussy all the time when I still lived at home. They
wouldn't let me date till I was eighteen, so what else
could I do?"

With a sly smile on her pretty young face, Mindy
slipped off her tiny bikini bottoms, and Eddie stared
at his sister's naked little pussy. It wasn't the first
time he'd seen a naked cunt, but it was certainly the
most exciting. He's been beating off over the dozens of
juicy pictures stashed away in his room, but this was
much more arousing. His sister's tits were firm and hot
and pulsating under his stroking hands, her body sleek
and curvy and gorgeous.

She bent her knees and spread her legs, and Eddie
gasped as her sweet young pussy-slit opened, revealing
the glistening pink flesh inside. The lips were covered
with a delicate brown fur and looked plump and swollen.
Mindy folded back the fur and showed him a tiny hooded
lump of flesh. She pressed a fingertip to it, started
to rub, and he felt her nipples swelling and throbbing
against his palms.

"Oh Eddie, I'm so horny! Wanna help your poor over-
sexed sister get off, little brother?" she asked, her
eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

"You bet!" cried Eddie eagerly. "I'll get you off real
good!" Eddie reached out and removed Mindy's hand from
her pussy, replacing it with his own.

Mindy gasped at the intimate contact and hunched her
hips forward as her brother cupped and squeezed her
sizzling cunt with his palm. He ran a finger between
the furry little lips and felt the moisture there. His
sister was obviously very turned on by him. Her pussy
felt scorching hot and slick with juice as he rubbed
it. And as soon as Eddie moved up to caress her clit,
he was rewarded with a sudden flood of hot sticky cunt-
cream.

"Mmmmmm, yeah, little brother, that's it," she gurgled.
"Keep doing that, and I'll cum like crazy."

"Do you really want me to make you cum like this, Sis?"
Eddie asked, still a little unsure where all this sex-
play was going to end.

"Yeah... for starters," she grinned.

Eddie smiled back at her, hoping that her comment meant
what he thought it did. He wanted to fuck his sexy
sister so bad it hurt, but as always, she was in
control. So he decided to go along with whatever she
had in mind and just enjoy it.

Mindy lay back and let her brother stimulate her horny
little joy button with his finger for a while. It felt
great, much more exciting than when she did it herself.
She gurgled and moaned and creamed, the hot friction
taking her higher and higher. She stared at the huge
bulge in his swimsuit but made no attempt to touch him.
Not, yet. She was saving that little treat for later.

It obviously wasn't going to be any problem seducing
her brother. He was horny and eager to fuck, just as
she'd suspected. Some people thought he was a prude. In
fact the whole Masters family had the reputation of
being prudish. It was true of their folks, but not of
the kids. Under the goody-goody act he put on, Eddie
was a real tiger.

He was flushed and panting as he worked her toward
climax, his lusty eyes glued to her juicy cunt-slit.
She kept her thighs widely parted so he could see
everything. She noticed a wet spot at the front of his
trunks where his cock cream was leaking through. That
was a good sign. She wanted him as horny as possible.

"Uhhhhh, Eddie, that feels so good, baby. Stick your
finger in my cunt," she moaned. "I want to feel
something stiff and hard in my poor neglected little
pussy."

"You sure are horny, aren't you, Sis!" grinned Eddie,
starting to enjoy the feeling of power he suddenly
seemed to have over his big sister.

"Ohhhhh, baby, I sure, am!" gasped Mindy. "I haven't
been fucked for a week!"

Impatiently she grabbed her brother's middle finger and
inserted it into the moist, clinging mouth of her twat.
"Come on, Eddie, stick it all the way into me," she
begged hoarsely, "Fuck my horny little cunt with your
finger!"

Eddie just about came in his pants, hearing Mindy talk
to him like that. Never in his wildest wet-dreams did
he imagine he'd ever hear his gorgeous older sister beg
him to actually finger-fuck her. And if this was a
dream, he never wanted to wake up. Mindy let go of his
hand, and Eddie slid his long, stiff finger into her
cunt, sheathing it in moist scorching pussy-flesh.

"Unnnhhhh, shit, yessss," she hissed, "Shove it in
there, Eddie! All the way! Fuck me with it."

Eddie's cock was almost bursting out of his trunks and
his balls felt ready to explode with their steaming
load. He shoved his thick middle finger as far as it
would go into his sister's greedy pussy, then started
jerking it in and but of the tight, slippery little
hole. Mindy wailed with delight and soaked his fingers
with burst after burst of sizzling cunt-cream.

Eddie was almost groaning with horniness as he finger-
fucked his cute naked sister. Mindy knew she was
driving him wild, but she couldn't help herself. She
was so frantically horny by now, she just had to get
off. Tightening her cunt steadily around his pistoning
finger, Mindy flew higher and higher towards orgasm.
She closed her eyes tightly, and her elfin face became
contorted with lust. Then Eddie felt her cunt clamping
like a vise around his sawing finger.

"Oh shit, yeah! That's it! You're making me cum,
baby... you're making me cum!" Mindy wailed, her petite
body bucking violently.

"Uh Jesus!" Eddie groaned.

It was exquisite torture to kneel there and feel his
sister's snug little pussy cumming all around his
deeply-thrusting finger. Her juice-spurting cunt
squeezed and sucked at his finger, and he could just
imagine how fantastic that tight, hot action would feel
around his cock. Mindy went on writhing and bucking and
moaning for almost a full minute, then fell back with a
long, satisfied sigh.

"Oh, wow, did I ever need that," she exclaimed. "Thanks
a lot, little brother, I feel a whole lot better."

"You got your rocks off Sis?" said Eddie, rubbing the
huge bulge in the crotch of his trunks. "Now, what
about me?!"

Mindy could hardly keep from giggling, he looked so
pathetic. His face was red, his eyes bulging out as he
stared down at her with a look of frustration on his
handsome young face. His cock looked ready to tear its
way out of his swimming trunks. He was the perfect
picture of total horniness.

"Okay, I guess you deserve something for getting me off
so nicely," teased Mindy. She could hardly wait to get
her hands of her brother's gorgeous big prick, but she
didn't want him to know that. Besides, it was making
her horny again just watching him lust after her like
this.

Mindy helped him out of the swimsuit and gasped as his
stiff cock sprang into view. Close up it looked even
longer than Vince's and just as thick... a truly
gorgeous piece of man-flesh. It was fully erect and
throbbing with swollen blue veins. Mindy curled her
fingers around it and began to pump her fist up and
down the hard, pulsating shaft. Eddie flinched and
moaned, closing his eyes in ecstasy at his sister's
tightly clenched fist pumped his cock.

"Feels a lot better than your own hand did this morning
in the bathroom, doesn't it, Eddie, darling?" she
whispered, bending forward to kiss her brother
passionately.

He kissed her back, his tongue dueling with hers inside
her hot moist, little mouth. He was extremely excited
at the thought that his sister had watched him jerking
off in the bathroom and wondered if that had
precipitated her horny, seductive behavior this
afternoon. Then, suddenly, he didn't care any more,
because his balls were churning in orgasm. He'd gotten
so horny, finger-fucking Mindy's juicy cunt and her hot
little fist on his cock was doing such an expert job,
she had him cumming already.

Eddie roared as his prick suddenly exploded with a huge
eruption of jizz. He was cumming right in her pumping
fist, and Mindy shivered with excitement as she
watched. She knew he was turned on, but she hadn't
realized just how acutely horny he was. It had only
taken a couple of strokes, and he was cumming like a
stud bull. He sprayed his thick boiling cum all over
the blanket. Then he shivered with relief and looked
sheepish.

"Shit!" he said, "I didn't mean to cum so, fucking
quick."

"No problem," Mindy leered. "We've got all afternoon,
little brother."

She pushed him down on his back, knelt beside him, and
went on pumping his cock. She knew he'd have another
hard-on in no time at all. Eddie was about the horniest
boy she'd ever known. He watched her, blissed-out, and
slowly but steadily his young prick began to grow again
in her pumping fingers.

"Wow, you sure do recover fast, Eddie" she murmured.

"With a gorgeous girl like you tugging on my cock, Sis,
what else can a horny guy do?" grinned Eddie, reaching
out to stroke his sister's juicy-wet pussy-slit. She
moaned as he inserted two stiff fingers and twisted
them slowly around.

"Uhhhh yeah, keep doing that and I'll cum again!"
moaned Mindy, speeding up her hand on her brother's
rapidly-hardening prick.

"I was just thinking, Sis," said Eddie. "If Mom and Dad
could see us right now, they'd shit bricks!"

"They don't have to know anything about it," Mindy
said. "Let's just forget about them and enjoy
ourselves, okay?"

"Okay, you're the boss!" chuckled Eddie. "How 'bout you
give my cock a big sisterly kiss, right on the head."

Mindy giggled and leaned down between his legs, doing
exactly as he suggested. Her lips sucked gently on the
head of her brother's prick and Eddie moaned with
pleasure as she stuck the tip of her tongue into the
tiny slit at the top. Then, she stuck out her tongue
and began licking the swelling knob all over. Eddie
flinched and gasped with delight. His sister's hot
little tongue was like wet velvet on the sensitive head
of his prick. He felt his balls filling fast and hard
with another boiling load of cum. But this time, he
wasn't going to waste it. If all went well, he'd soon
be spurting his jizz down his pretty sister's throat.

"Uhmm yeah Sis, that feels fuckin' fantastic!" he
groaned.

Mindy firmed her grip on his mushrooming cock and
pumped it faster, and she soon got what she was after.
Thick globs of cream began to ooze from his piss hole.
Her mouth drooled at the sight, and she quickly lapped
up the hot salty cream and swallowed it down hungrily.
It had been more than a week since she'd tasted cock-
juice, and she was starved for it.

His cock ballooned to its full dimensions, pushing her
pumping fingers wide apart. The head of his prick
swelled into a big purple knob, and more and more
pearly cream bubbled from the cleft. Mindy gobbled it
up as fast as she could spear it up on her greedy
little tongue.

Eddie watched his sister hungrily lapping up his juice,
and he shivered with lust. Things got even better. When
she'd cleaned his prick head of all that cream, she
opened her lips as wide as she could and slid them down
around his rock-hard boner. She took in the head and
part of the shaft. The rest she busily pumped as she
drew in her cheeks and started to suck. Her sucking was
strong and loud and greedy, bringing Eddie's lust to
the boiling point.

"Uh fuck! Your mouth feels like a fucking cunt!" moaned
Eddie, hunching his hips at her face.

His sister's lips were hot and tight around his meat,
and she seemed to be trying to suck the jizz right out
of his balls. In a minute or two that was exactly what
would happen. Eddie snorted with pleasure and
anticipation.

"Oh shit yeah! Suck it, Sis! Suck my fuckin' cock!" he
panted.

Mindy didn't need to be urged on. She was sucking
noisily and greedily on his swollen prick, eager for a
steaming mouthful of his jism. Each hungry suck of his
sister's mouth gave Eddie a blast of pleasure and made
him groan and writhe. Her head bobbed furiously up and
down, her long brown curls bouncing. He could feel her
hot saliva boiling around his cock.

Eddie spun out of control and started fucking her
mouth. He groaned, closed his eyes, and pistoned his
dick back and forth over his sister's slippery tongue.
Mindy groaned with excitement and drooled all over her
brother's stabbing cock. It was just a few seconds
later that she felt the first hot jet of cum against
the back of her throat.

"Uuh shit, I'm cumming! AHHHGNH!!" Eddie roared.

Mindy let his delicious boiling jism collect in her
mouth till her cheeks bulged with it, savoring the
salty flavor. Then she gulped it down, moaning with
excitement. Eddie groaned and fucked her gulping mouth
till he'd jetted the last drop of his cum into his
sister's sucking mouth, then flopped back with a loud
sigh of satisfaction. Mindy licked her lips to get
every bit of his tasty load.

"Well, Eddie, I'm gonna go crazy if I don't get fucked
pretty soon," said Mindy, shamelessly rubbing her juicy
wet pussy against her brother's thigh. "So, how about
getting that big horse-cock of yours hard again and
helping me out?"

Eddie could only stare stupidly at his sister with his
mouth open. So many fantastic things were happening all
of a sudden, he couldn't be sure he wasn't dreaming.
But he could have sworn that his sexy big sister had
just said something about them fucking.

"Ah Sis, did I hear you right?" he said at last. "You
want me to get it on with you?"

"I don't see anybody else around here," Mindy snorted.

"You REALLY want me to fuck you?" he croaked,
incredulously.

"Jesus Eddie," she sighed. "Who else is gonna do it?
I'm not gonna see my boyfriend again for six weeks, and
I'm about to go out of my mind. So I figured you and I
could help each other out. You are horny a lot, aren't
you?"

"Me?" he sighed. "Aw, no, not more than a couple
hundred times a day!"

"Well, there you are," Mindy smiled seductively. "We
could really do each other a favor, little brother. How
about it?"

Eddie hesitated. More than anything in the world, he
wanted to fuck her. Right now, he couldn't think of
anything else he'd rather do. But was it right for a
guy to go all the way with his own sister? It seemed
like an awfully kinky thing to do. In fact there was
even a word for it, 'incense' or something.

On the other hand, if both he and Mindy wanted it, and
nobody else found out about it, what harm could it do?
Eddie hated to pass up a chance like this. His big
sister was a real sexy little number, and he'd always
wondered what her pussy would feel like wrapped around
his hard thrusting prick. Everything about the idea
appealed to him so much that he felt his cock swelling
again.

"Okay, Sis! You talked me in to it!" he grinned.

"Oh yeah!" she purred, reaching for his cock. "Let's
fuck, little brother!"

It didn't take any time at all for Mindy to pump him
into hardness. Eddie imagined sticking his prick into
that hot, velvety little hole of hers, and that was all
it took. His tireless teenaged cock mushroomed into
iron-hardness, throbbing eagerly against Mindy's
stroking fingers. Finally, she drew back and stared at
the big stiff pole throbbing between her fingers.

"Mmmmm, fantastic," she gurgled, "Come on, let's get
that gorgeous big fucker inside me!"

Eddie was so excited, he was shaking. Mindy seemed a
lot more calm, but he could see how horny she was from
the way she kept looking at his engorged prick and
licking her lips. Mindy lay down on her back, bent her
knees, and opened her legs wide. He crawled between
them and let himself down on her.

"Fuck me, Eddie!" she panted, spreading her legs wide
and clinging to her little brother like a leech. "Fuck
that long hard prick into my cunt, and make me cum!"

Eddie started shoving his rigid cock against her pussy,
but all it did was skid up and down through Mindy's
cream-slick slit. In his adolescent eagerness, he
couldn't seem to find her hungry young cunthole. They
both moaned with impatience and frustration as the
fruitless search continued. Finally Mindy reached down,
grabbed her brother's rock-hard cock, and thrust the
bloated head into her snug but incredibly juicy cuntal
opening.

"There," she panted, "now push! Push hard!"

"Uhhhhh, Sis!" Eddie groaned as he shoved into her.

In one long, greedy thrust he sheathed his cock to the
balls in his sister's juicy, clinging pussy. He paused
to savor the sensation, his prick throbbing against
every inch of her tightly-gripping little fuckhole.
Mindy gurgled with excitement and soaked her little
brother's prick with hot spurts of cunt-cream.

"Ooh Eddie! God, that feels so good," she squealed.

"Unnngh! It sure fuckin' does," he sighed blissfully.
"Jesus, you're tight! Ohhhh!"

Eddie started working his cock in and out of his
sister's hot clingy cunt, and it didn't take him long
to get a good steady rhythm going. He fucked into her
hard and fast, and Mindy eagerly responded by arching
her slender young hips up, taking her little brother's
pistoning prick as deep as she could get it, moaning
blissfully as his thick shaft rubbed deliciously up and
down over her clit.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me, Eddie! Mmmm, that feels good," she
moaned.

"It sure does!" he muttered, staring down at the look
of utter bliss on his sister's pretty face.

He was fucking her ferociously, but Mindy seemed to
like it. Eddie still couldn't believe all this was
happening. Of course, like all brothers, he'd had the
occasional lustful thoughts about his sexy sister, but
he'd dismissed them as adolescent fantasy. Now he was
actually doing it.. he was fucking her, and Mindy loved
it!

Eddie kept slamming into upthrust slit with his cock,
jabbing it as fast and hard as he could to in his
sister's snug and juicy cunt. Fucking her was even more
fun than he'd imagined. As his excitement grew, he
fucked her faster and harder, but she never seemed to
mind his roughness. In fact Eddie noticed that the
harder he fucked her, the more aroused his sister
seemed to get.

"Am I fucking you too hard, Sis?" he asked, just to be
sure.

"Ohh no, Baby, I love it!" she gurgled.

As far as Mindy was concerned, it wasn't possible to be
fucked too hard. She craved his eager roughness. She
was way overdue for a good hard fucking, and gentleness
wasn't what she wanted at all, not this afternoon. She
needed to be fucked till her teeth rattled, till she
couldn't take any more. She clung to him, hunching her
hips up at every powerful thrust, her clinging cunt
drenching his pounding prick with endless floods of
cream.

"Ooh god!! Fuck it to me, fuck it to mee!" Mindy
wailed.

Eddie did just that, pile-driving his long, thick cock
deep up into his sister's squirming cunt. It excited
him immensely to see how genuinely aroused his sister
was. No girl he'd ever fucked before had creamed so hot
and heavy around his prick as he pounded her so deeply.
And she was fucking right back at him, jerking her hips
to his rhythm, arching her slim body hard against his,
her tight, clasping little cunt taking his huge prick
inside her to the balls on every stroke.

Each time he shoved it into her, Mindy squealed with
delight and soaked his cock with another molten spurt
of cream. Her excitement infected him, and he snorted
with lust and fucked into her even harder, their bodies
slapping loudly together. Like two rutting animals,
brother and sister went at each other with snarls and
growls and yelps, totally carried away with their
incestuous pleasure.

"Unnhhhh, fuck it to me, Eddie, fuck the living shit
out of me!" Mindy wailed.

Eddie was beyond words. He was concentrating on the
pleasure building in his loins, glutting himself on the
hot sensations as his cock pistoned in and out of her
tight clasping sheath. He was fucking his squealing
sister with lightning speed, making her petite body
shudder with the impact. He felt her cunt suddenly
tightening around his pile-driving cock, just as it had
tightened around his finger earlier, and he realized
she was cumming.

Mindy sobbed in ecstasy as the delicious spasms of
climax shook her body. Eddie could feel her strong-
muscled little cunt squeezing his cock almost flat and
soaking it with flood after flood of sizzling cum-
cream. But he had his second wind now and wasn't
tempted to cum along with her.

He hoped they could go on fucking all day!

Eddie went on stroking her with his cock, reaming her
convulsing cunt till she finally went limp and panting.
She had a horny little grin on her face as she enjoyed
the continuing pumping action of his rock-hard cock.
She opened her eyes and looked at him delightedly.

"Eddie, your cock's still hard!" she said.

"You bet, Sis," he panted, "And I'm gonna fuck your
hot, horny cunt till you faint!"

"Oooohhh, Eddie! I sure hope so!" Mindy said eagerly,
"but let's try it another way now, okay?"

"Okay," he agreed.

He wasn't quite sure what she meant, but he didn't
care. As long as they got to fuck, fine, he didn't care
how they did it. She pushed him off her, and his cream-
soaked cock snapped free, dripping and rigid. Mindy
rolled onto her elbows and knees and stuck her cute
little ass out at him.

"Let's try it this way," she giggled. "I like fucking
doggy-style."

"Yeah, so do I!" Eddie grinned.

He knelt behind her and grasped her hips. There
wouldn't be any difficulty finding the entrance of her
cunt this time. It was right there in front of him, a
cream-oozing little hole at the very center of her
luscious-looking pink slit. He fitted the swollen head
of his prick about an inch inside, then held it there,
teasing her. Mindy moaned and wriggled impatiently.

"Come on, Eddie! Stick that thing in me, dammit!" she
wailed.

One climax hadn't even made a dent in her need. Being
away from Vince for over a week had brought her lust to
fever pitch, and she needed several good fuckings to
cool that hot desire. And right now her teasing little
brother wasn't helping matters. She whimpered with need
as molten juice overflowed her starving cunt and ran
down her thighs. Eddie had better get his act together.
she thought furiously. And just then, he did.

"Oooh, fuck, shit, uuuhhhh!" she moaned.

At last he was giving her what she craved, the whole
rock-hard length of his swollen cock. She whimpered in
ecstasy as he eased it into her, cramming her full of
what she so desperately desired, his thick, throbbing
prick. Eddie pushed till he was up against her womb,
and she soaked his cock with floods of juice.

"Ohhhhh, yeah, honey, now fuck me hard with that
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geous big cock," she sobbed. "give it to me good and
deep!"

Eddie couldn't believe how horny his sister was. She
wasn't in the mood for gentleness or playfulness. She
just wanted him to fuck her brains out. But he was only
too happy to oblige. He got a firm grip on her slim
curvy hips and immediately began to hammer his prick
into her, his flat, muscular belly slapping loudly
against her jiggling ass. Mindy shrieked with delight
as she took his thrusts balls-deep into her eager young
cunt and pressed her ass back at him for more.

"Ohhhhh, yeah, Eddie, fuck it to me," she panted, "fuck
me as hard as you can!"

Eddie snorted lustily and pounded it to her, knowing by
now that she could take everything he had to offer, the
harder the better. His demure-looking sister had a
craving for cock, and there was nobody around but him
to help her out. The situation suited Eddie just fine.

Mindy clawed the blanket and creamed helplessly as her
lusty teenaged brother gave her a teeth- rattling fuck.
She was so glad she'd decided to seduce him. It was
just what they both needed. In fact she'd have gone out
of her mind with horniness if she hadn't found a guy to
help her out. She couldn't imagine going all vacation
without fucking.

Now she greedily tightened her cunt around Eddie's
hammering cock, getting more and more delicious hot
friction. She couldn't stop juicing, and the molten
liquid spurted out around his pistoning prick and
gushed down her legs. Each deep, savage thrust of her
brother's rock-hard cock gave her a powerful blast of
pleasure.

Her handsome little brother was fucking her just as
good as Vince ever had, she realized. It occurred to
her, too, that Vince wasn't going to go without sex
while they were apart, any more than she had. He was
handsome and very successful with girls, and he'd soon
find somebody to get it on with. That didn't bother
Mindy. After all, look what she'd done...

She hadn't been home more than a week before her lust
was out of control and she just had to do something
about it. It hadn't taken her long to realize that
masturbating didn't get it. She need a real live cock.
Then she spied on her kid brother while he jacked off,
and she'd seen the answer to her problem. So what if he
was her brother? They needed each other.... and he
fucked like a dream!!

"Unnnhhhh, yeah, Eddie, fuck me good and hard," she
moaned, "fuck me forever."

Eddie just wished he could grant that request. He
didn't ever want to haul his prick out of his sister's
tiny sucking cunt. It was deliciously hot and slippery
in there, and the walls of her cunt were like velvet.
It was the perfect place to hammer his engorged cock.
Each lusty deep thrust gave him a stab of pleasure that
made him groan.

"Awwwww, shit, Sis, it's so fuckin' good," he rasped.

"It sure is," Mindy gurgled.

Of course it wasn't something Mom and Dad would approve
of, but there was very little that fell into that
category. Sometimes Mindy thought her parents were
against fun, period. If anything could bring pleasure,
they seemed to think it was dirty or evil. Above all,
they were down on sex. She wondered how they'd overcome
their moral beliefs long enough to have three kids.

"Eddie," she panted, "do you think Mom and Dad fuck
anymore?"

"Them?" he laughed. "Are you kidding? They're always
telling us how wrong it is."

"Well, then," Mindy persisted, "where did they get us
from... the stork?"

"Jesus," Eddie muttered, "you're right. they had to
fuck to get us, didn't they?"

It was difficult for the brother and sister to imagine
their strict, puritanical parents making love. Mindy
found it impossible, in fact. She couldn't picture them
in the midst of a hot fuck like she and Eddie were
having. She really felt sorry for them. They seemed
determined to cheat themselves of all pleasure. But she
couldn't keep her mind focused on them as her pleasure
mounted and she hurtled toward another orgasm.

"Unnnnhhhh, yeah, I'm almost there," squealed Mindy,
looking back over her shoulder at her brother. "Fuck
me! Oh god! Fuck MEEE!

Eddie could feel it. Her cunt was practically
flattening his prick, it was so tight, and he knew by
now that she always tightened up just before she came.
But this time she was gorging herself on the hot
sensations, deliberately postponing her climax. That
gave Eddie a wicked idea. He loved sneak attacks on his
sister, loved surprising her and throwing her off
guard. He remembered how sensitive her clit was. Still
hammering his steel-hard cock in her hungrily squeezing
pussy, he reached down between her thighs, grasped her
throbbing joy button between his fingers, and started
kneading it. It was just like pressing a button and
launching a rocket.

"Oh shit, unnhhgh!" Mindy screamed, her petite young
body immediately rocking with orgasmic convulsions.
"Ooooo, Eddie, I'm cumming!"

Eddie chuckled over the success of his plan, then
groaned with pleasure as her tiny hot cunt convulsed
around his deeply thrusting cock.

His prick got a violent, juicy massage. But once more
he managed to hold off his own orgasm. Eddie wasn't
finished with his horny big sister yet. He was
determined to turn their first fuck into a marathon of
pleasure. That way she'd be more willing to let him
fuck her again whenever he wanted.

"Unnnhhhh, fuck, that's so good... so fucking good!"
Mindy sobbed.

She was cumming hard, and it was taking a long time. It
seemed that every orgasm she had today was stronger
than the last. She had much more lust stored up than
she'd dreamed. It looked as if Vince had spoiled her.
He'd been fucking her so well and so often, she
couldn't do without a hard cock for very long anymore.

That sure was a contrast to the way she'd been a year
ago when she was just starting University. She'd never
had a date, she was shy and awkward around boys, and
worst of all, she'd pretty much believed all that crap
her parents had taught her about sex being dirty and
wicked. Vince had helped her to overcome all of that
stuff. He'd really convinced her that sex was
wonderful. Now she was convincing her brother, although
Eddie sure hadn't needed much persuasion, and the way
he was fucking her so expertly, he'd obviously had a
LOT of practice before too.

He was fucking blissfully into her spasming cunt,
glutting himself on the delicious sensations. Mindy
couldn't believe his stamina. Even Vince never usually
lasted this long, and by the feel of Eddie's rock-hard
prick throbbing in her tightly-packed cunt, her horny
little brother wanted to go another round!

"Good one, Sis?" he asked smugly, when she finally
stopped cumming,

"Ohhhhhh, Eddie! That was fantastic!" murmured Mindy
dreamily. Then she gave her pussy a squeeze around his
deeply imbedded cock. "Doesn't that thing ever go
soft?"

"Are you complaining, Min?" laughed Eddie, giving his
sister's cunt a long, deep grind with his prick.

"Uhhhhh, noooo!" Mindy moaned. "I just can't believe my
luck, that's all."

"Me either!" grinned Eddie.

He kept up a slow rocking motion, fucking his rigid
prick in and out of his sister's cunt as she lay with
her ass up and her head resting on folded arms. Eddie's
knees were starting to hurt a little as the pebbles
beneath the blanket started to take their toll. Then he
had an idea... a way to fuck that would be comfortable
for both of them.

"Time for another position change, Sis!" he said,
giving Mindy's pert little ass a playful slap. "Why
don't you get on top this time."

"Ohhhhhh, my favorite position!" said Mindy, wriggling
her ass back at her brother suggestively.

"I've got a feeling they're ALL your favorite
positions, Sis," smirked Eddie.

He whipped his glistening cock from her drooling pussy
hole and stretched out on his back. His huge teenage
cock was stiff as a board and pointing at the sky. It
bulged with blue veins, and pearly drops of pre-cum
were oozing from his pisshole to trickle down the oily-
looking shaft. Mindy eyed her brother's cock with
renewed lust and moaned deep in her throat in horny
anticipation.

She crawled over to Eddie and straddled him,
positioning the juicy, gaping lips of her cunt right
over the swollen purple head of her brother's cock.
Teasingly she rubbed her slippery, swollen pussy back
and forth over his sensitive cock head, causing Eddie
to shiver with excitement. Then she pressed her cuntal
opening against the pointed bulb of flesh and sat down
on it.

Mindy slid down the long, thick shaft slowly, pausing
only when Eddie's cock-head pressed against her womb.
Then, with a lust moan and a sexy wriggle of her hips,
she ground her hungry pussy down fully onto his cock,
taking every solid inch until only his big hairy balls
were showing. Her greedy little cunt was stuffed almost
to bursting with her brother's throbbing prick. She
soaked his shaft with molten spurts of cream, and Eddie
lay there glassy-eyed with bliss, looking up at her and
admiring the view.

So far he liked this position best of all. There were
so many exciting things he could see. He ogled his
sister's cute stiff-nippled little tits. He watched her
pretty face contort with lust as she felt his cock
cramming her cunt and throbbing against every inch of
it. He stared at his thick cock as it filled her cunt
and glided to her tight, hot depth, moaning with her as
she squirmed her ass down hard to take the last couple
of inches. The feelings were so good, for a moment he
became totally lost in them, and only regained his
senses when he suddenly became aware that Mindy was
wriggling her pussy back and forth on his cock
impatiently.

"Fuck me, Eddie!" she whimpered, "Please fuck me! I
need it so bad!"

Eddie wished that all the girls he fucked were as horny
as his sister. He'd already lost count of how many
times he'd gotten her off today, but still she was
desperate for more. Luckily he was up for it. He wanted
to fuck her till he wore his cock out, if that was
possible. Growling lustily, he grabbed her by the waist
and started hunching his hips up, hammering his cock up
into her tightly-sucking little fuckhole.

"Ooooo, shit, yessss!" she hissed. "That's it, little
brother, fuck me good and hard! Fuck me with that big,
fat, gorgeous prick!"

Eddie loved watching his sister take his cock. She was
bouncing up and down on him like crazy, riding his
prick like a bucking bronco. Her slim young body shook
and quivered with ecstasy, her luscious tits wobbling
wildly. She screwed her eyes shut and flashed her teeth
in a lusty grimace. Eddie felt her molten cream soaking
his shaft, and he looked down to see it bubbling out
around his deeply-driving cock, coating their pubic
hair with a creamy foam as the fury of his pistoning
prick whipped her hot cunt-juice into a frothy lather.

"That's so fucking good, Eddie," she moaned, "keep
doing it to me as hard as you can. I can take it."

She sure could. Eddie was amazed that his petite
fragile-looking sister could take such rough fucking,
but she seemed to love it. The harder he hammered it
into her, the more excited she got and the more heavily
she creamed. His cock was making an obscene sucking
noise as it squeezed the thick juices from her tightly-
gripping little cunt.

Just thinking about it made Eddie grunt with excitement
and fuck into her even harder. She was bouncing up and
down on his pistoning cock as hard as she could, her
firm little tits shaking and wobbling, her voice hoarse
with pleasure as she moaned and squealed in ecstasy.
She swayed dizzily, and Eddie had to firm his grip on
her waist to keep her from tumbling off him.

"Uuuuuunnngghhhhhhh, Eddie! You're fucking me so good!"
she sobbed, "so damned good.... God, I love your big,
fat cock fucking me!"

Mindy didn't miss Vince at all right now. Her own kid
brother was giving her a fantastic non-stop fucking, so
why did she need Vince? It was great to know that Eddie
would be fucking her all vacation long, that whenever
she was horny all she had to do was give him the eye
and he'd have her on her back, fucking her lights out
before you could say, "big sister is horny".

Right now, her lust was at the boiling point, but
Eddie's steel-hard cock was about to take care of it.
He was spinning out of control, fucking her as fast and
hard as humanly possible, and it was taking her over
the edge, into a violent, cunt-searing orgasm.
Suddenly, Mindy felt the delicious explosion tearing
through her, and she screamed in ecstasy.

"EDDIE! FUCK! OH, FUCK! I'M CUMMMMIIIING!!" she howled.

"FUCKIN' CHRIST! WHAT A PUSSY! AGGGHHH, JESUS... YOU
GOT ME CUMMING TOO!" Eddie roared.

He felt his sister's convulsing young cunt sucking the
thick jizz out of his cock, and he emptied his balls
into her womb. Grunting like an animal, Eddie arched
his back and slammed his prick, deep up into Mindy's
tightly-clutching little fuckhole, nailing his big
sister's cunt hard and fast as jet after jet of pent-up
sperm spurted from the tip of his frantically fucking
cock.

Eddie's sizzling load seemed to make Mindy climax even
more intensely as she felt the hot, thick jets fill her
quivering cunt, prolonging her wild, rolling orgasm
even further. Brother and sister rocked and writhed
together for long wonderful moments, their bodies
wracked with pleasure, until at last, Mindy rolled of
him and sighed.

"Oh shit, did I ever need that!"

"Me, too," Eddie gasped, trying to catch his breath. "I
sure hope we can do it again, Min."

"Are you kidding?" grinned Mindy, giving her brother's
sticky cock a meaningful squeeze. "I'm gonna need this
big hard cock of yours every day for the next six
weeks, little brother. I'll go crazy if I don't get
fucked regularly. But we just gotta remember to be
careful. The shit would really hit the fan if Mom or
Dad ever found out."

"Oh, Christ, Sis, don't even mention that," Eddie
groaned. "We gotta be real careful."

"We sure have, little brother," grinned Mindy, "But I'm
sure there are lots of ways we can get together and
fuck without Mom or Dad ever suspecting. Come on we'd
better get back before they send out a search party for
us."

They arrived home just as Mrs. Masters was Putting
dinner on the table.

"My goodness, you two," she exclaimed, "we were
starting to worry about you. Did you have car trouble
or something?"

"No, Mom, everything's fine," Mindy said cheerily. "I
guess we were having such a good time, we forgot to
look at out watches."

Well one thing was for sure... what she'd told her
mother was certainly the truth. Mindy gave her brother
a conspiratorial wink and smiled as she wondered what
her mother would say if she knew her 'well-behaved' son
and daughter had been screwing like rabbits all
afternoon. She glanced at her brother and saw the same
silly grin on his handsome young face and knew
instantly that Eddie was thing exactly the same thing.

"What are you two, smiling at?" asked their father as
he came into the dining room.

"Nothing Dad," smirked Eddie. "Nothing at all."

***

Mindy woke up the next morning playing with herself.
Despite the wonderful sex with her brother the day
before, or perhaps because of it, she was still
incredibly horny. Just before she'd woken up, she'd
been having a vague but intensely erotic dream in which
she was making out with handsome young stud whose
features kept changing, from Eddie to Vince and back to
Eddie again. In the dream he'd suddenly disappeared,
and she'd started masturbating.

There she was rubbing her stiff index finger back and
forth over her clit, getting herself all hot and horny,
but there was no way she could do much about it. All
over the house she could hear the rest of the family
going about their daily rituals. Dad was getting ready
for work, Mom was making breakfast, and their younger
brother Roy was heading out on his paper route. There
wasn't any privacy at all.

So she'd just better quit playing with herself, unless
she was prepared to go all the way with it. As much as
she'd like him to, Eddie couldn't finish the job for
her this time. Mindy writhed with frustration. Her sexy
dream had gotten her so turned on, and then she'd
unconsciously rubbed her clit into its own tiny hard-
on.

It was hard to ignore the burning need in her juice-
filled little pussy. She imagined trying to go the
whole day feeling this horny, and she knew she just
couldn't stand it... she'd have to bring herself off
quickly to be on time for breakfast.

Mindy grasped her violently throbbing joy button
between her thumb and forefinger and started kneading
it, feeling the wonderfully satisfying waves of
pleasure rippling through her writhing loins.

"Ooh shit yesssss," she hissed.

Rolling the swollen little nubbin between her fingers,
she quickly brought herself to the brink of climax.
Then, greedily, she let herself just hover there,
prolonging the intense pleasure as much as possible,
moaning helplessly as blast after blast of sweet
sensation, coursed through her quivering body. Mindy
kept one eye on the clock so she wouldn't be late, but
she was determined to get as much out of her rapidly-
approaching orgasm as possible.

Lying there panting and softly moaning, Mindy imagined
how terrific it would feel to have a thick, rock-hard
cock sliding into her cunt just then. It would be the
perfect end to her little fingering session. She'd cum
like crazy, and it would be instantaneous.

God she wished Eddie was here with her now, stroking
his magnificent young cock deep into her hungry little
pussy, just as he'd done so deliciously yesterday.
Mindy creamed furiously and prepared to bring herself
off with her kneading fingers. Just then there was a
loud knock at her door.

"Mindy!" her father called, "You awake yet?"

"Yes, Daddy," Mindy groaned.

"Then hurry up downstairs and help your mother with
breakfast, please honey!"

"O-okay, Daddy," Mindy stammered, pulling her fingers
guiltily from her drooling, unfulfilled cunt-slit.

Seething with frustration, she rolled out of bed,
hurried into her clothes, and dutifully went down to
assist her mother with the breakfast preparations. Her
cunt was on fire. She had almost overpowering urges to
play with herself. But there was nothing she could do
about it now, not with the whole family gathered for
the morning meal.

"You're going to have to start getting up earlier,
young lady," chuckled Ben Masters. "With all you
freeloaders around, your mother can't be expected to do
all the work around here."

"Sorry, Daddy!" Mindy said dejectedly. "Anything I can
help you with today, Mom?"

"Yes there is, sweetheart," Joan Masters said. "I'm
going shopping this morning, so, first you could put on
a few loads of laundry for me, then you could..."

Mindy nodded, but she hardly heard the rest of what her
mother said.

Her interest had perked up when Joan said she wasn't
going to be home. Mom would be on one of her long
shopping trips, Dad would be at work, and Roy would be
out delivering papers. That meant Mindy and Eddie would
be alone together.

Mindy snuck a look at her brother and saw that Eddie
had picked up on it, too. His eyes were hot with
excitement and he winked at her sexily. Mindy creamed
her jeans.

"...do some vacuuming and dusting for me. Okay... Have
you got all that, Mindy?" her mother asked.

"Dust the laundry," muttered Mindy absently, staring at
her brother's bulging crotch and firm young ass as he
got up from the table to put his dirty plate in the
sink.

"What?" Joan said, staring at her.

"Uh, yes, Mom... just kidding!" Mindy said, jerking her
mind off her horny fantasies. "Don't worry, I'll take
care of it. You just enjoy your shopping trip."

"Thanks, dear," Joan said, giving her a peck on the
cheek. "I'll see you later."

Roy was already out on his paper route, Dad had just
left for work, and now Mom headed out to her car. Mindy
and Eddie stood at the front window, smiling and waving
to their mother like a scene out of the 'Brady
Bunch'... until she was safely out of sight.

As soon as Joan's car disappeared around the first
corner, Mindy pulled Eddie into her arms and fastened
her hot, eager lips over his, moaning her pent-up lust
into her brother's open mouth. Eddie grabbed her by the
ass with both hands and ground his cock-bulge
suggestively against his sister's equally-eager cunt.
For a long while, they kissed deeply and
passionately... panting and pawing at each other's
bodies like long lost lovers rather than brother and
sister.

Mindy was delighted to discover that her cute brother
was just as horny as she was. As they pressed their
bodies together, she could feel his stiff and ready
young prick poking hotly against her pussy. That made
her cock-starved little cunt cream like mad. She
couldn't wait!

"Your bed or mine, little brother?" Mindy gasped
breathlessly.

"How about Mom and Dad's bed?" Eddie suggested
wickedly.

"Ohhhhh, Eddie, that's so... so... depraved!" Mindy
laughed, "But what a terrific idea."

They thundered up the stairs two at a time and ran into
the master bedroom. Their parents had a vast king-size
bed, but Mindy doubted it had ever seen much action.
The way her parents talked about sex, they must hardly
ever get it on. But now, at last, the bed was going to
be put to a very good purpose.

Mindy and Eddie started flinging off their clothes in
every direction, too eager to be neat. Naked, they
jumped onto the bed and started kissing and fondling
each other again. Mindy reached down and fisted her
brother's cock, pumping the big, throbbing shaft
eagerly. She felt his hot sticky pre-cum oozing from
his piss-hole and smearing her fingers.

"Shit, did I ever make a mistake last night, Min!" he
groaned. "I told you I was gonna go right to sleep, but
as soon as I got to bed I started feeling horny again.
I wished I'd come to your room like you suggested."

"That'll teach you to listen to your big sister," Mindy
teased, giving her brother's hard cock a suggestive
squeeze. "Any time you're feeling horny, Eddie, you
just come to my room and let me take care of this big,
stiff ol' thing for you, okay!"

"Uhhhh, Jesus, Sis! I wanna fuck you so bad," moaned
Eddie, roughly pushing his sister's slender young legs
wide apart.

"Then do it, Eddie!" she begged, hunching her hips up
at him in an obscene display of shameless, incestuous
lust. "Fuck me! Fuck my hot cunt! Fill me with cock,
little brother!"

Mindy loved it! She got even more horny at the thought
that she could get Eddie so worked up, he couldn't wait
to fuck her.

Snorting with excitement Eddie rolled eagerly on top of
her and mounted his sexy, naked sister. Mindy groaned,
then whimpered with delight as her brother sank down
between her thighs and slid the tip of his hard cock
into her hot, yearning little cuntal opening.

Mindy's tightly-stretched pussy clamped down hard on
Eddie's stiff young prick, squeezing him savagely as he
slammed his entire length into her clinging little
twat. Her juicy cunt soaked his shaft with molten cream
as he crammed it into her deeply, grinding his pubic
bone against her clit so hard that she almost came on
the spot.

"Ooooooh, God! Fuck me, Eddie!... Fuck it into me!" she
squealed.

"Yeahhhhh, take it, Sis!" he groaned. "Take my big fat
fucking cock right up your hot little cunt!!"

Mindy clung to her brother and whimpered in ecstasy as
he filled her famished cunt with thrust after thrust of
thick throbbing cock-meat. He shoved his hands under
her ass-cheeks, gripped them firmly, and started
pistoning his prick up and down in her hot, juice-slick
tightness.

Writhing on their parent's bed, like horny, humping
young animals, Eddie fucked his sister ferociously, and
Mindy loved every deep, powerful thrust. She screamed
and hunched her hips up at his pounding cock,
scratching his back with her long nails as she begged
him to fuck her harder... deeper! Soon, Eddie was
pounding his prick into his big sister's cunt so hard,
her head was banging loudly against the headboard, but
neither of them cared.

It was really exciting to be fucking so wildly on their
Mom and Dad's bed. Of course, there'd be hell to pay if
anybody ever found out, but no way could that happen.
Dad had never missed a day of work in his life, and he
never came home before dinner. Mom's shopping trips
were always at least three hours long. So Mindy and
Eddie figured they had plenty of time to satisfy their
incestuous lusts together. At last, they were all alone
in the house.... or almost!

Their younger brother Roy (who for the purposes of this
echo, had just turned 1, had finished his paper route
early and had hurried back to the house. Ordinarily he
would have been in no rush at all. He would probably
have taken the time to go visit his friends and ended
up hanging out with them for the rest of the day. But
there was something suspicious going on at home, Roy
was sure of it, and he wanted to investigate.

He left his bike in the garage and, silently entered
the house through the kitchen, silently opening and
closing the door as he'd done so many times before
coming home late after a particularly heavy date.

He'd noticed Mindy and Eddie giving each other really
odd looks at breakfast when they thought nobody was
watching. What's more... yesterday they'd both gone off
to the lake together without even asking him if he
wanted to come along.

That had really pissed him off!! Just because he was
the youngest, that didn't mean they had to leave him
out of all the fun. Roy was fed up with everyone
ignoring him because he didn't look his age! He was 18,
but his slim, wiry young frame made him look at least
two or three years younger... and everyone, including
his parents, had treated him that way too, for as long
as he could remember.

Ever since he was a little kid, Mindy and Eddie had
ganged up on him, teasing him, playing tricks on him,
ditching him to go do secret things together. Well, he
wasn't having it any more. He knew they were up to
something special and exciting today and that they'd
deliberately left him out of it, but this time Roy was
going to demand to be part of the fun... whatever it
was!

He took off his shoes and left them in the kitchen,
then went silently through the house looking for his
older brother and sister.

There was nobody downstairs, so he crept up the stairs
and started listening at bedroom doors. He was
astonished to hear their voices coming out of their
parent's bedroom.

None of the kids had ever been allowed in there without
permission, so what in hell were Mindy and Eddie up to?
Roy dropped to his knees and peered through the
keyhole. He barely managed to stifle a yelp of
astonishment as his eager young eyes took in the action
on the bed. Mindy and Eddie were squirming around on
Mom and Dad's king-size bed, buck-naked.. and they
were.. they were... fucking! Jesus, they were actually
FUCKING!

"Holy shit," Roy muttered.

He blinked and looked again, wanting to make sure his
eyes hadn't deceived him. They hadn't... His brother
was lying on top of Mindy, nailing her gorgeous, naked
ass to the bed with his cock, his own ass muscular
young ass clenching and jerking as he fucked her
ferociously. Mindy was clinging to him, and her pretty
face was all twisted up in a horny grimace which Roy
recognized instantly as uninhibited lust.

"Ooooooh Jesus! Fuck me, Eddie!" his sister wailed,
"Fuck my pussy with your big fat cock, honey!"

"Uhhhhhh, yeahhhh! You... unnnnhhhhhggg... God, you
fuckin' love it, don't you!... you gorgeous slut!"
Eddie groaned.

Roy's cock went steel-stiff in one wrenching lurch, and
again he almost groaned aloud. His suddenly engorged
cock tried to tear its way out of his jeans. For the
last couple of years he'd been obsessed with sex, and
just the merest hint of it was enough to get him horny.
Now he was actually watching two people fuck... his own
sister and brother!... and it was exciting him out of
his mind.

Not that this was anything to be proud of, he reminded
himself. His parents had told him over and over that
sex was just a distraction from more important things
and that he ought to keep his mind on his studies, get
good grades, and resist temptation. They were his
parents, so they must be right, yet Roy had always
found it really hard to follow their advice...
especially now!

It just seemed like he was always getting horny lately.
It didn't take much to set him off. Just watching a
girl with a nice figure or reading some of those sexy
magazines Eddie kept hidden under his bed... that was
enough to give Roy a cock-stand that wouldn't quit.
Then he'd have to jack off or go around with an
embarrassing bulge in his pants all day. Masturbating
was wrong, of course... his parents had always told him
that... but it was better than advertising his lust to
the whole world, wasn't it?!!

Unfortunately, Roy had been plagued with horniness ever
since his fourteenth birthday and never dared do a
thing about it, because of his moralistic parents. He'd
tried to be 'good' boy and had decided to wait for
marriage before doing anything 'sexual'... whatever
that meant! Now, he'd suddenly discovered that his
older brother and sister hadn't waited. They were
obviously just as horny as he was, only they WERE doing
something about it... boy were they DOING something
about it!!! Roy could have kicked himself for being
such a fool.

He watched Eddie hammering his long, stiff cock into
Mindy's upthrust cunt, and he wondered what it would
feel like. His big sister's tight, juicy-looking hole
seemed to cling and suck at his brother's long, thick
pole like a hot little mouth. God he wished he was
fucking Mindy instead of Eddie! His cock was just as
big, he was sure of it!... Why had Mindy chosen Eddie
to fuck her, thought Roy, when his cock was just as
big... and just as horny!!

He pressed his eye back to the keyhole and surveyed the
incredibly arousing scene as his elder brother
continued to screw their sexy big sister deeply.

"Uuuuuhhhh, shit, Sis, your cunt is fuckin' tight!"
Eddie was moaning, his face flushed and lusty. "Jesus,
that feels so goooood!"

"Mmmmmm, baby! It sure does," gasped Mindy. "Don't stop
fucking me, Eddie! Ooooohhhhh, lover.... don't ever
stop!"

Roy couldn't deny the evidence of his own eyes and
ears. His brother and sister were fucking... and it was
fun!! No matter what their Mom and Dad had told them.
God, it looked like fantastic fun, and he wanted in on
it!

He stared hungrily at Mindy's slender, creamy thighs
wrapped eagerly around Eddie's quivering ass. His sexy
big sister was trying desperately to pull his thickly-
stabbing cock as deeply into her tight, juicy little
cunthole as hard as she could... squealing helplessly
as Eddie fucked her to orgasm.

Roy wanted to do what Eddie was doing. He ached to be
hammering his own stiff young cock deep into his
sister's hot and juicy cunt. His prick strained against
the tight confinement of his jeans. He was sure he
could do just as good a job as his 'big' brother.

As he watched in total frustration, Eddie began to fuck
Mindy faster and faster... they were obviously both
getting more turned on by the second. Even through the
closed door, Roy could hear their naked, sweaty bodies
slapping together... the bedsprings creaking and
groaning... his brother's obscene grunts, and his
sister's high-pitched squeals of pleasure.

Mindy was obviously loving every second of Eddie's big,
thick prick as it pounded into her pussy. Moaning like
a high-school whore, she arched her back up and thrust
her cunt at him savagely, taking her brother's pile-
driving cock as deep as she could get it.

"Unnngghhhh! God, fuck it to me! Fuck it to meeeeeee!!"
she wailed.

Eddie growled lustily and fucked into Mindy's eagerly-
upthrust cunt with lightning speed. Roy wondered how
his petite-bodied sister could take such a furious
pounding, but she went wild, clawing Eddie's shoulders
and screaming at the top of her voice.

Suddenly, Mindy stiffened and gasped, her eyes opening
wide as her curvy little body began to buck like crazy.

"UHHHNNGHHHH, GOD! FUCK MEEEEE!" she howled. "FUCK ME,
EDDIE! I'M CUMMING OOHHHH!!"

"Cum for me, Sis!" hissed Eddie, snarling with lust.
"Cum on my hot fucking cock, you gorgeous slut!
Aaaggghhhhh!"

Roy felt like knocking his head against the wall, he
was so jealous and horny, and frustrated. His cock was
so swollen, it ached, and all he could think of was
slamming it full-length into Mindy's tight, juicy,
willing little slot, just like his big brother was
doing. He was really pissed off at Eddie and Mindy.
They must think he was just a little kid, but they were
wrong.

That was a man-size cock trying to tear its way out of
his jeans, and he had a man's needs and lusts.
Sometimes he would jack off four or five times a night
as he thought about girls and sex. Jesus, he'd just
turned eighteen for crissakes! It was high time he lost
his virginity.

Roy shivered with longing as he watched his brother and
sister fucking each other to orgasm, writhing together
on their parent's bed like a couple of rutting animals.
Finally they went still and Eddie rolled off to the
side, revealing Mindy's cute little tits and pussy to
her young, peeping brother.

Roy's stiff cock gave a frantic lusty jerk and began to
drool hot, sticky pre-cum at the sexy sight. His big
sister's cunt looked so wet and tight and juicy, even
after Eddie had fucked her so hard and cum in her cunt.
God, she looked so sexy, he thought. He wondered how it
would feel to ram his own stiff, hard cock into that
tight little hole of hers.

"God, that was good!" Eddie was saying. "Wanna go
again, Sis? I bet I can get it up in a minute!"

"Are you sure?" Mindy frowned. "What about Roy?"

"Nah, he never comes home right after his paper route,"
Eddie assured her. "He always hangs out with his
friends. Besides, if he came home we'd hear him,
right?!"

That shows how much you know, big brother, Roy thought
with a wicked grin.

"Okay, little brother," Mindy grinned. "You talked me
into it! But, how 'bout you give me a little tongue
action first!!"

"Great!!" he leered, "Spread, Sis, and I'll suck you
all the way to heaven!"

"You wish, Superman!" grinned Mindy as she bent her
knees and spread her legs wide.

Roy stared open-mouthed at his sister's gaping, naked
slit. He'd seen pussies in those girlie magazines of
Eddie's, but none as pretty as his sister's. He studied
the tender pink flesh and its delicate fringe of soft
brown curls. Mindy was rubbing a little lump of flesh
at the very top of her gash and moaning sensuously,
undulating her ass helplessly up and down off the bed.

"Suck my clit, Eddie, baby!" begged his horny big
sister. "Suck it good and make me cum!"

Roy's view of Mindy's pussy was blocked as Eddie
eagerly crawled between her creamy thighs and brought
his face right up to her naked pussy. To Roy's
surprise, his brother stuck out his tongue and started
gently licking up and down the length of Mindy's hot,
juicy-looking cunt-slit. Then, as their sexy sister
writhed her naked ass around on their parent's bed,
Eddie's hungry lips surrounded Mindy's stiff,
protruding little joy button, and all hell broke loose!

Her slim young hips thrust up off the bed, grinding her
wet, gaping pussy against Eddie's wide-open mouth like
there was no tomorrow. He was licking his tongue right
into her cunt! Roy couldn't believe it! Mindy's eyes
kind of glazed over and her cheeks got so red and
flushed, Roy thought his sexy big sister was going to
burst a blood vessel. It was clear that she loved the
feel of Eddie's stiff, flicking tongue on her pussy...
Roy couldn't wait to try that!

"Ummmmmmm, yeahhhh, a little faster, Eddie!" instructed
Mindy, breathlessly. "Oooooohhh, baby! Uuuungghhhh...
God! Lick my clit! Ummmmm, suck me, baby, ohhhhhh,
yeahhh, that's it!"

Roy sure wished it was him licking his big sister's
lewdly-offered cunt, instead of of Eddie. He had an
insane urge to rush into the room, pull his brother off
her and lash his tongue all over Mindy's hot, tasty-
looking young pussy until she called out his name as
loudly as she was squealing out his brother's!

He watched enviously as Eddie gave their gorgeous older
sister head. Eddie caught on real fast, and soon he had
a good rhythm going, his pointed tongue tip lashing
swiftly around the throbbing shaft of Mindy's engorged
and super-sensitive clit.

"Ooooohhh, Jesus, little brother, who taught you to
suck pussy like thaaaattt!" she gurgled. "That feels
just fantastic! Unnnnnmmmmm, God, don't stop!!"

Eddie's head was bobbing up and down, and Roy could
hear the obscenely wet snorting and sucking sounds his
brother's mouth was making in their sister's cunt as he
slurped up her tangy pussy cream. Roy was just about
ready to scream with unrequited lust! In total
frustration he pulled out his cock.

"Unnnhhh, fuck, Eddie, that's so damned good," Mindy
whimpered. "Get me off now, honey. Suck my clit real
hard! Make me cummmm!!!"

Eddie jammed his mouth down over is sister's
throbbingly-erect fuck-button and started to suck,
hard. His sucking was slow and awkward at first, but
Mindy's lustily jerking hips indicated the speed and
rhythm she wanted, and Eddie quickly caught on. Soon,
her brother was sucking so expertly on her hotly
throbbing clit, Mindy was almost going out of her mind
with excitement!

"Ohhhhh, Jesus, yesssss," she screeched, "Suck it,
baby!!! UhhFUCK! Suck me OFF!"

Eddie gave her what she wanted, sucking furiously and
loudly on his sister's stiff, protruding joy-button,
bringing her to the very brink of climax. Once more
Mindy stiffened briefly and gave a loud, hoarse gasp.
She was cumming again, her petite young body shaking
and bucking in incestuous orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck, you did it, whhhaaahhh!" she howled.

Roy muffled an ecstatic groan and sizzled his young
load hard against the bedroom door. His flying fist
pumped the molten cum from his cock so savagely, he
barely managed to keep from yelping with relief. It was
a few seconds before he looked through the keyhole
again, and when he did, his sexy sister was still
squirming and shuddering with the delicious after-
shocks of her own powerful orgasm.

"Mmmmmm, Eddie, that was fantastic," she moaned,
stroking the back of her brother's head, "You sure have
a big, hard tongue!!"

"All the better to lick your hot, tasty little twat
with, Sis!" grinned Eddie proudly, wiping Mindy's juice
from his chin with the back of his hand. "Want me to
suck you off again?"

"Ohhhh, Eddie, would you?!!" exclaimed Mindy, wiggling
her hot young ass all over the bed. "If you do, you can
fuck me all night if you want... I won't care!"

"Ohh, you'll care alright, Sis!" grinned Eddie
spreading his sister's creamy thighs wide and draping
her legs over his shoulders.

"Uuuuummhhhhh God, I hope so!" said Mindy, with a
wicked glint in her eye.

Roy couldn't believe how hot and slutty his sexy big
sister had suddenly become! His brother was fucking
her... and he wanted to fuck her too!

With a feeling of total frustration, Roy watched Eddie
go belly-down between Mindy's eagerly parted thighs and
once again bring his face within an inch of their
sister's luscious-looking slit. As Roy groaned silently
in agony, Eddie shot out his tongue, flicking it
roughly up and down their sister's slit, poking in and
out, lashing the glistening pink flesh of her cunt as
if it was a tasty treat he had to devour before anyone
else claimed it. Eddie had no idea how close to the
truth that description really was!

"Unnnhhhhh, yeah, Eddie! Lick me, baby!" Mindy moaned,
"...just keep doing that till you get me really hot!"

Roy thought his sister was acting pretty hot already,
but what did he know? His parent had never allowed him
to be alone with a girl, in the house! Shit, he'd never
really dated until last year! It was really a drag
having such strict parents, though he'd always tried to
obey them. Now, to witness his brother fucking their
gorgeous, cock-stiffening sister was totally
excruciating!!

To the young boy's mind, Eddie and Mindy were having a
terrific time together, while he was out in the hall
peering through the keyhole and jacking off..... It
would be a lot more fun to join the party!

"Ohhhhh Jesussss, Eddie, yesssss!" Mindy hissed, "Now
you've got me really turned on! Stick your tongue in my
cunt and fuck me with it... Ummmmmm, baby! That's gonna
get me off like crazy!"

Eddie chuckled as he got the picture. Then he made his
tongue long and stiff and crammed it hard into his
sister's cunt. Mindy almost flew off the bed. She let
out a shrill howl of pleasure and soaked her brother's
face with a helpless blast of hot cream. Eddie's head
began to bob furiously as he worked his tongue deep
into her tasty little pussy-hole, pistoning it in and
out, just like a stiff, hard cock.

"Uhhh, fuck, yesssss! Lick it, honey, that's great,"
Mindy sobbed, "keep doing that to me, don't stop."

Roy's cock slowly rose to full attention as he watched
and envied his older brother. He was positive he could
do everything Eddie was doing and that he could give
his sexy big sister just as much pleasure as Eddie was
giving her, if only they'd give him a chance. But
they'd always left him out of their adventures. They'd
always regarded him as the baby of the family. (even
though he was a legal, 18-year-old and also had a
Canadian passport!) He just had to convince them that
he wasn't a little kid any more. Surely, his rock-hard
cock ought to be proof of that.

"Lick me, Eddie! Suck my hot, fuckin' cunt!" Mindy
squealed.

She was really getting off on Eddie's furious tongue-
fucking. She had her eyes screwed shut in total
ecstasy, her face all contorted with hot lust, and she
was clawing the bed. She'd arched her slim body to take
Eddie's pistoning tongue as deep as she could in the
molten tunnel of her cunt. She whimpered steadily as
his flying tongue worked her toward orgasm.

"Uhhh, yeahhh, just a little more, honey," she moaned,
"Lick my pussy Eddie, I'm almost there!"

Roy imagined his big sister moaning those sexy words to
him, and once more his stiff young teenage cock was
trying to tear its way out of his jeans. Well, this
time he wasn't going to jack off to some faceless big-
titted fantasy slut... this time he was going to cum
with a real girl... his own sexy sister... and after
what he'd just seen, she was definitely HOT for it, and
he WASN'T going to take NO for an answer!

The moment Mindy finished cumming, he was going to
march right in there and demand to join the fun. At
least that was what he told himself as he watched Eddie
tongue-fuck their cute sister to the very brink of
orgasm.

Mindy hovered there, clawing at the bedspread and
gurgling as blast after blast of pleasure ripped
through her insatiable young pussy. She could have cum
easily, but she was prolonging the excitement, gorging
herself on those wonderful sensations. Finally the
pleasure exploded inside her.

"OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING!!" she wailed.

At his sister's lusty cry, Roy stood up and gripped the
doorknob, gathering all his courage, and opened the
door. Mindy still had her eyes closed in total ecstasy,
hunching her slender hips up at the deliciously stiff
and probing tongue buried in her pussy. Eddie had his
face pressed into Mindy's upthrust cunt holding her
juicy, pink slit open with his thumbs as he licked his
sister through the last delicious orgasmic spasms or
her orgasm... neither of them noticed Roy till he'd
crossed the room and was standing right beside the bed
rubbing his stiff cock through his pants. Then Mindy
opened her eyes and gasped.

"Uh-oh, Eddie," she cried, "we've got company."

"Huh?" Eddie exclaimed, looking up. Then he scowled.

"Shit, Roy, what the fuck do you think you're doing
sneaking in here like that?!" he growled, "This is
private! Piss off!!" - To be continued

[ArcaneKnite]

What the fuck.

[Icklorfin]

Cool story.

[Gavin]

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tl;dr
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[Aids]

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This is a true story you can fap to.

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TL;DR

[Nirojan]

So, there’s a man crawling through the desert.

He’d decided to try his SUV in a little bit of cross-country travel, had great fun zooming over the badlands and through the sand, got lost, hit a big rock, and then he couldn’t get it started again. There were no cell phone towers anywhere near, so his cell phone was useless. He had no family, his parents had died a few years before in an auto accident, and his few friends had no idea he was out here.

He stayed with the car for a day or so, but his one bottle of water ran out and he was getting thirsty. He thought maybe he knew the direction back, now that he’d paid attention to the sun and thought he’d figured out which way was north, so he decided to start walking. He figured he only had to go about 30 miles or so and he’d be back to the small town he’d gotten gas in last.

He thinks about walking at night to avoid the heat and sun, but based upon how dark it actually was the night before, and given that he has no flashlight, he’s afraid that he’ll break a leg or step on a rattlesnake. So, he puts on some sun block, puts the rest in his pocket for reapplication later, brings an umbrella he’d had in the back of the SUV with him to give him a little shade, pours the windshield wiper fluid into his water bottle in case he gets that desperate, brings his pocket knife in case he finds a cactus that looks like it might have water in it, and heads out in the direction he thinks is right.

He walks for the entire day. By the end of the day he’s really thirsty. He’s been sweating all day, and his lips are starting to crack. He’s reapplied the sunblock twice, and tried to stay under the umbrella, but he still feels sunburned. The windshield wiper fluid sloshing in the bottle in his pocket

is really getting tempting now. He knows that it’s mainly water and some ethanol and coloring, but he also knows that they add some kind of poison to

it to keep people from drinking it. He wonders what the poison is, and whether the poison would be worse than dying of thirst.

He pushes on, trying to get to that small town before dark.

By the end of the day he starts getting worried. He figures he’s been walking at least 3 miles an hour, according to his watch for over 10 hours. That means that if his estimate was right that he should be close to the town. But he doesn’t recognize any of this. He had to cross a dry creek bed a mile or two back, and he doesn’t remember coming through it in the SUV. He figures that maybe he got his direction off just a little and that the dry creek bed was just off to one side of his path. He tells himself that he’s close, and that after dark he’ll start seeing the town lights over one of these hills, and that’ll be all he needs.

As it gets dim enough that he starts stumbling over small rocks and things, he finds a spot and sits down to wait for full dark and the town lights.

Full dark comes before he knows it. He must have dozed off. He stands back up and turns all the way around. He sees nothing but stars.

He wakes up the next morning feeling absolutely lousy. His eyes are gummy and his mouth and nose feel like they’re full of sand. He so thirsty that he can’t even swallow. He barely got any sleep because it was so cold. He’d forgotten how cold it got at night in the desert and hadn’t noticed it the night before because he’d been in his car.

He knows the Rule of Threes – three minutes without air, three days without water, three weeks without food – then you die. Some people can make it a little longer, in the best situations. But the desert heat and having to walk and sweat isn’t the best situation to be without water. He figures, unless he finds water, this is his last day.

He rinses his mouth out with a little of the windshield wiper fluid. He waits a while after spitting that little bit out, to see if his mouth goes numb, or he feels dizzy or something. Has his mouth gone numb? Is it just in his mind? He’s not sure. He’ll go a little farther, and if he still doesn’t find water, he’ll try drinking some of the fluid.

Then he has to face his next, harder question – which way does he go from here? Does he keep walking the same way he was yesterday (assuming that he still knows which way that is), or does he try a new direction? He has no idea what to do.

Looking at the hills and dunes around him, he thinks he knows the direction he was heading before. Just going by a feeling, he points himself somewhat to the left of that, and starts walking.

As he walks, the day starts heating up. The desert, too cold just a couple of hours before, soon becomes an oven again. He sweats a little at first, and then stops. He starts getting worried at that – when you stop sweating he knows that means you’re in trouble – usually right before heat stroke.

He decides that it’s time to try the windshield wiper fluid. He can’t wait any longer – if he passes out, he’s dead. He stops in the shade of a large rock, takes the bottle out, opens it, and takes a mouthful. He slowly swallows it, making it last as long as he can. It feels so good in his dry and cracked throat that he doesn’t even care about the nasty taste. He takes another mouthful, and makes it last too. Slowly, he drinks half the bottle.

He figures that since he’s drinking it, he might as well drink enough to make some difference and keep himself from passing out.

He’s quit worrying about the denaturing of the wiper fluid. If it kills him, it kills him – if he didn’t drink it, he’d die anyway. Besides, he’s pretty sure that whatever substance they denature the fluid with is just designed to make you sick – their way of keeping winos from buying cheap wiper fluid for the ethanol content. He can handle throwing up, if it comes to that.

He walks. He walks in the hot, dry, windless desert. Sand, rocks, hills, dunes, the occasional scrawny cactus or dried bush. No sign of water. Sometimes he’ll see a little movement to one side or the other, but whatever moved is usually gone before he can focus his eyes on it. Probably birds, lizards, or mice. Maybe snakes, though they usually move more at night. He’s careful to stay away from the movements.

After a while, he begins to stagger. He’s not sure if it’s fatigue, heat stroke finally catching him, or maybe he was wrong and the denaturing of the wiper fluid was worse than he thought. He tries to steady himself, and keep going.

After more walking, he comes to a large stretch of sand. This is good! He knows he passed over a stretch of sand in the SUV – he remembers doing donuts in it. Or at least he thinks he remembers it – he’s getting woozy enough and tired enough that he’s not sure what he remembers any more or if he’s hallucinating. But he thinks he remembers it. So he heads off into it, trying to get to the other side, hoping that it gets him closer to the town.

He was heading for a town, wasn’t he? He thinks he was. He isn’t sure any more. He’s not even sure how long he’s been walking any more. Is it still morning? Or has it moved into afternoon and the sun is going down again? It must be afternoon – it seems like it’s been too long since he started out.

He walks through the sand.

After a while, he comes to a big dune in the sand. This is bad. He doesn’t remember any dunes when driving over the sand in his SUV. Or at least he doesn’t think he remembers any. This is bad.

But, he has no other direction to go. Too late to turn back now. He figures that he’ll get to the top of the dune and see if he can see anything from there that helps him find the town. He keeps going up the dune.

Halfway up, he slips in the bad footing of the sand for the second or third time, and falls to his knees. He doesn’t feel like getting back up – he’ll just fall down again. So, he keeps going up the dune on his hand and knees.

While crawling, if his throat weren’t so dry, he’d laugh. He’s finally gotten to the hackneyed image of a man lost in the desert – crawling through the sand on his hands and knees. If would be the perfect image, he imagines, if only his clothes were more ragged. The people crawling through the desert in the cartoons always had ragged clothes. But his have lasted without any rips so far. Somebody will probably find his dessicated corpse half buried in the sand years from now, and his clothes will still be in fine shape -shake the sand out, and a good wash, and they’d be wearable again. He wishes his throat were wet enough to laugh. He coughs a little instead, and it hurts.

He finally makes it to the top of the sand dune. Now that he’s at the top, he struggles a little, but manages to stand up and look around. All he sees is sand. Sand, and more sand. Behind him, about a mile away, he thinks he sees the rocky ground he left to head into this sand. Ahead of him, more dunes, more sand. This isn’t where he drove his SUV. This is Hell. Or close enough.

Again, he doesn’t know what to do. He decides to drink the rest of the wiper fluid while figuring it out. He takes out the bottle, and is removing the cap, when he glances to the side and sees something. Something in the sand. At the bottom of the dune, off to the side, he sees something strange. It’s a flat area, in the sand. He stops taking the cap of the bottle off, and tries to look closer. The area seems to be circular. And it’s dark – darker than the sand. And, there seems to be something in the middle of it, but he can’t tell what it is. He looks as hard as he can, and still can tell from here. He’s going to have to go down there and look.

He puts the bottle back in his pocket, and starts to stumble down the dune. After a few steps, he realizes that he’s in trouble – he’s not going to be able to keep his balance. After a couple of more sliding, tottering steps, he falls and starts to roll down the dune. The sand it so hot when his body hits it that for a minute he thinks he’s caught fire on the way down – like a movie car wreck flashing into flames as it goes over the cliff, before it ever even hits the ground. He closes his eyes and mouth, covers his face with his hands, and waits to stop rolling.

He stops, at the bottom of the dune. After a minute or two, he finds enough energy to try to sit up and get the sand out of his face and clothes. When he clears his eyes enough, he looks around to make sure that the dark spot in the sand it still there and he hadn’t just imagined it.

So, seeing the large, flat, dark spot on the sand is still there, he begins to crawl towards it. He’d get up and walk towards it, but he doesn’t seem to have the energy to get up and walk right now. He must be in the final stages of dehydration he figures, as he crawls. If this place in the sand doesn’t have water, he’ll likely never make it anywhere else. This is his last chance.

He gets closer and closer, but still can’t see what’s in the middle of the dark area. His eyes won’t quite focus any more for some reason. And lifting his head up to look takes so much effort that he gives up trying. He just keeps crawling.

Finally, he reaches the area he’d seen from the dune. It takes him a minute of crawling on it before he realizes that he’s no longer on sand – he’s now crawling on some kind of dark stone. Stone with some kind of marking on it -a pattern cut into the stone. He’s too tired to stand up and try to see what the pattern is – so he just keeps crawling. He crawls towards the center, where his blurry eyes still see something in the middle of the dark stone area.

His mind, detached in a strange way, notes that either his hands and knees are so burnt by the sand that they no longer feel pain, or that this dark stone, in the middle of a burning desert with a pounding, punishing sun overhead, doesn’t seem to be hot. It almost feels cool. He considers lying down on the nice cool surface.

Cool, dark stone. Not a good sign. He must be hallucinating this. He’s probably in the middle of a patch of sand, already lying face down and dying, and just imagining this whole thing. A desert mirage. Soon the beautiful women carrying pitchers of water will come up and start giving him a drink. Then he’ll know he’s gone.

He decides against laying down on the cool stone. If he’s going to die here in the middle of this hallucination, he at least wants to see what’s in the center before he goes. He keeps crawling.

It’s the third time that he hears the voice before he realizes what he’s hearing. He would swear that someone just said, “Greetings, traveler. You do not look well. Do you hear me?”

He stops crawling. He tries to look up from where he is on his hands and knees, but it’s too much effort to lift his head. So he tries something different – he leans back and tries to sit up on the stone. After a few seconds, he catches his balance, avoids falling on his face, sits up, and tries to focus his eyes. Blurry. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hands and tries again. Better this time.

Yep. He can see. He’s sitting in the middle of a large, flat, dark expanse of stone. Directly next to him, about three feet away, is a white post or pole about two inches in diameter and sticking up about four or five feet out of the stone, at an angle.

And wrapped around this white rod, tail with rattle on it hovering and seeming to be ready to start rattling, is what must be a fifteen foot long desert diamondback rattlesnake, looking directly at him.

He stares at the snake in shock. He doesn’t have the energy to get up and run away. He doesn’t even have the energy to crawl away. This is it, his final resting place. No matter what happens, he’s not going to be able to move from this spot.

Well, at least dying of a bite from this monster should be quicker than dying of thirst. He’ll face his end like a man. He struggles to sit up a little straighter. The snake keeps watching him. He lifts one hand and waves it in the snake’s direction, feebly. The snake watches the hand for a moment, then goes back to watching the man, looking into his eyes.

Hmmm. Maybe the snake had no interest in biting him? It hadn’t rattled yet -that was a good sign. Maybe he wasn’t going to die of snake bite after all.

He then remembers that he’d looked up when he’d reached the center here because he thought he’d heard a voice. He was still very woozy – he was likely to pass out soon, the sun still beat down on him even though he was now on cool stone. He still didn’t have anything to drink. But maybe he had actually heard a voice. This stone didn’t look natural. Nor did that white post sticking up out of the stone. Someone had to have built this. Maybe

they were still nearby. Maybe that was who talked to him. Maybe this snake was even their pet, and that’s why it wasn’t biting.

He tries to clear his throat to say, “Hello,” but his throat is too dry. All that comes out is a coughing or wheezing sound. There is no way he’s going to be able to talk without something to drink. He feels his pocket, and the bottle with the wiper fluid is still there. He shakily pulls the bottle out, almost losing his balance and falling on his back in the process. This isn’t good. He doesn’t have much time left, by his reckoning, before he passes out.

He gets the lid off of the bottle, manages to get the bottle to his lips, and pours some of the fluid into his mouth. He sloshes it around, and then swallows it. He coughs a little. His throat feels better. Maybe he can talk now.

He tries again. Ignoring the snake, he turns to look around him, hoping to spot the owner of this place, and croaks out, “Hello? Is there anyone here?”

He hears, from his side, “Greetings. What is it that you want?”

He turns his head, back towards the snake. That’s where the sound had seemed to come from. The only thing he can think of is that there must be a speaker, hidden under the snake, or maybe built into that post. He decides to try asking for help.

“Please,” he croaks again, suddenly feeling dizzy, “I’d love to not be thirsty any more. I’ve been a long time without water. Can you help me?”

Looking in the direction of the snake, hoping to see where the voice was coming from this time, he is shocked to see the snake rear back, open its mouth, and speak. He hears it say, as the dizziness overtakes him and he falls forward, face first on the stone, “Very well. Coming up.”

A piercing pain shoots through his shoulder. Suddenly he is awake. He sits up and grabs his shoulder, wincing at the throbbing pain. He’s momentarily disoriented as he looks around, and then he remembers – the crawl across the sand, the dark area of stone, the snake. He sees the snake, still wrapped around the tilted white post, still looking at him.

He reaches up and feels his shoulder, where it hurts. It feels slightly wet. He pulls his fingers away and looks at them – blood. He feels his shoulder again – his shirt has what feels like two holes in it – two puncture holes -they match up with the two aching spots of pain on his shoulder. He had been bitten. By the snake.

“It’ll feel better in a minute.” He looks up – it’s the snake talking. He hadn’t dreamed it. Suddenly he notices – he’s not dizzy any more. And more importantly, he’s not thirsty any more – at all!

“Have I died? Is this the afterlife? Why are you biting me in the afterlife?”

“Sorry about that, but I had to bite you,” says the snake. “That’s the way I work. It all comes through the bite. Think of it as natural medicine.”

“You bit me to help me? Why aren’t I thirsty any more? Did you give me a drink before you bit me? How did I drink enough while unconscious to not be thirsty any more? I haven’t had a drink for over two days. Well, except for the windshield wiper fluid… hold it, how in the world does a snake talk? Are you real? Are you some sort of Disney animation?”

“No,” says the snake, “I’m real. As real as you or anyone is, anyway. I didn’t give you a drink. I bit you. That’s how it works – it’s what I do. I bite. I don’t have hands to give you a drink, even if I had water just sitting around here.”

The man sat stunned for a minute. Here he was, sitting in the middle of the desert on some strange stone that should be hot but wasn’t, talking to a snake that could talk back and had just bitten him. And he felt better. Not great – he was still starving and exhausted, but much better – he was no longer thirsty. He had started to sweat again, but only slightly. He felt hot, in this sun, but it was starting to get lower in the sky, and the cool stone beneath him was a relief he could notice now that he was no longer dying of thirst.

“I might suggest that we take care of that methanol you now have in your system with the next request,” continued the snake. “I can guess why you drank it, but I’m not sure how much you drank, or how much methanol was left in the wiper fluid. That stuff is nasty. It’ll make you go blind in a day or two, if you drank enough of it.”

“Ummm, n-next request?” said the man. He put his hand back on his hurting shoulder and backed away from the snake a little.

“That’s the way it works. If you like, that is,” explained the snake. “You get three requests. Call them wishes, if you wish.” The snake grinned at his own joke, and the man drew back a little further from the show of fangs.

“But there are rules,” the snake continued. “The first request is free. The second requires an agreement of secrecy. The third requires the binding of responsibility.” The snake looks at the man seriously.

“By the way,” the snake says suddenly, “my name is Nathan. Old Nathan, Samuel used to call me. He gave me the name. Before that, most of the Bound used to just call me ‘Snake’. But that got old, and Samuel wouldn’t stand for it. He said that anything that could talk needed a name. He was big into names. You can call me Nate, if you wish.” Again, the snake grinned. “Sorry if I don’t offer to shake, but I think you can understand – my shake sounds

somewhat threatening.” The snake give his rattle a little shake.

“Umm, my name is Jack,” said the man, trying to absorb all of this. “Jack Samson.

“Can I ask you a question?” Jack says suddenly. “What happened to the poison…umm, in your bite. Why aren’t I dying now? How did you do that? What do you mean by that’s how you work?”

“That’s more than one question,” grins Nate. “But I’ll still try to answer all of them. First, yes, you can ask me a question.” The snake’s grin gets wider. “Second, the poison is in you. It changed you. You now no longer need to drink. That’s what you asked for. Or, well, technically, you asked to not be thirsty any more – but ‘any more’ is such a vague term. I decided to make it permanent – now, as long as you live, you shouldn’t need to drink much at all. Your body will conserve water very efficiently. You should be able to get enough just from the food you eat – much like a creature of the desert. You’ve been changed.

“For the third question,” Nate continues, “you are still dying. Besides the effects of that methanol in your system, you’re a man – and men are mortal. In your current state, I give you no more than about another 50 years. Assuming you get out of this desert, alive, that is.” Nate seemed vastly amused at his own humor, and continued his wide grin.

“As for the fourth question,” Nate said, looking more serious as far as Jack could tell, as Jack was just now working on his ability to read talking-snake emotions from snake facial features, “first you have to agree to make a second request and become bound by the secrecy, or I can’t tell you.”

“Wait,” joked Jack, “isn’t this where you say you could tell me, but you’d have to kill me?”

“I thought that was implied.” Nate continued to look serious.

“Ummm…yeah.” Jack leaned back a little as he remembered again that he was talking to a fifteen foot poisonous reptile with a reputation for having a nasty temper. “So, what is this ‘Bound by Secrecy’ stuff, and can you really stop the effects of the methanol?” Jack thought for a second. “And, what do you mean methanol, anyway? I thought these days they use ethanol in wiper fluid, and just denature it?”

“They may, I don’t really know,” said Nate. “I haven’t gotten out in a while. Maybe they do. All I know is that I smell methanol on your breath and on that bottle in your pocket. And the blue color of the liquid when you pulled it out to drink some let me guess that it was wiper fluid. I assume that they still color wiper fluid blue?”

“Yeah, they do,” said Jack.

“I figured,” replied Nate. “As for being bound by secrecy – with the fulfillment of your next request, you will be bound to say nothing about me, this place, or any of the information I will tell you after that, when you decide to go back out to your kind. You won’t be allowed to talk about me, write about me, use sign language, charades, or even act in a way that will lead someone to guess correctly about me. You’ll be bound to secrecy. Of course, I’ll also ask you to promise not to give me away, and as I’m guessing that you’re a man of your word, you’ll never test the binding anyway, so you won’t notice.” Nate said the last part with utter confidence.

Jack, who had always prided himself on being a man of his word, felt a little nervous at this. “Ummm, hey, Nate, who are you? How did you know that? Are you, umm, omniscient, or something?”

Well, Jack,” said Nate sadly, “I can’t tell you that, unless you make the second request.” Nate looked away for a minute, then looked back.

“Umm, well, ok,” said Jack, “what is this about a second request? What can I ask for? Are you allowed to tell me that?”

“Sure!” said Nate, brightening. “You’re allowed to ask for changes. Changes to yourself. They’re like wishes, but they can only affect you. Oh, and before you ask, I can’t give you immortality. Or omniscience. Or omnipresence, for that matter. Though I might be able to make you gaseous and yet remain alive, and then you could spread through the atmosphere and sort of be omnipresent. But what good would that be – you still wouldn’t be omniscient and thus still could only focus on one thing at a time. Not very useful, at least in my opinion.” Nate stopped when he realized that Jack was staring at him.

“Well, anyway,” continued Nate, “I’d probably suggest giving you permanent good health. It would negate the methanol now in your system, you’d be immune to most poisons and diseases, and you’d tend to live a very long time, barring accident, of course. And you’ll even have a tendency to recover from accidents well. It always seemed like a good choice for a request to me.”

“Cure the methanol poisoning, huh?” said Jack. “And keep me healthy for a long time? Hmmm. It doesn’t sound bad at that. And it has to be a request about a change to me? I can’t ask to be rich, right? Because that’s not really a change to me?”

“Right,” nodded Nate.

“Could I ask to be a genius and permanently healthy?” Jack asked, hopefully.

“That takes two requests, Jack.”

“Yeah, I figured so,” said Jack. “But I could ask to be a genius? I could become the smartest scientist in the world? Or the best athlete?”

“Well, I could make you very smart,” admitted Nate, “but that wouldn’t necessarily make you the best scientist in the world. Or, I could make you very athletic, but it wouldn’t necessarily make you the best athlete either. You’ve heard the saying that 99% of genius is hard work? Well, there’s some truth to that. I can give you the talent, but I can’t make you work hard. It all depends on what you decide to do with it.”

“Hmmm,” said Jack. “Ok, I think I understand. And I get a third request, after this one?”

“Maybe,” said Nate, “it depends on what you decide then. There are more rules for the third request that I can only tell you about after the second request. You know how it goes.” Nate looked like he’d shrug, if he had shoulders.

“Ok, well, since I’d rather not be blind in a day or two, and permanent health doesn’t sound bad, then consider that my second request. Officially. Do I need to sign in blood or something?”

“No,” said Nate. “Just hold out your hand. Or heel.” Nate grinned. “Or whatever part you want me to bite. I have to bite you again. Like I said, that’s how it works – the poison, you know,” Nate said apologetically.

Jack winced a little and felt his shoulder, where the last bite was. Hey, it didn’t hurt any more. Just like Nate had said. That made Jack feel better about the biting business. But still, standing still while a fifteen foot snake sunk it’s fangs into you. Jack stood up. Ignoring how good it felt to be able to stand again, and the hunger starting to gnaw at his stomach, Jack tried to decide where he wanted to get bitten. Despite knowing that it wouldn’t hurt for long, Jack knew that this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Hey, Jack,” Nate suddenly said, looking past Jack towards the dunes behind him, “is that someone else coming up over there?”

Jack spun around and looked. Who else could be out here in the middle of nowhere? And did they bring food?

Wait a minute, there was nobody over there. What was Nate…

Jack let out a bellow as he felt two fangs sink into his rear end, through his jeans…

Jack sat down carefully, favoring his more tender buttock. “I would have decided, eventually, Nate. I was just thinking about it. You didn’t have to

hoodwink me like that.”

“I’ve been doing this a long time, Jack,” said Nate, confidently. “You humans have a hard time sitting still and letting a snake bite you – especially one my size. And besides, admit it – it’s only been a couple of minutes and it already doesn’t hurt any more, does it? That’s because of the health benefit with this one. I told you that you’d heal quickly now.”

“Yeah, well, still,” said Jack, “it’s the principle of the thing. And nobody likes being bitten in the butt! Couldn’t you have gotten my calf or something instead?”

“More meat in the typical human butt,” replied Nate. “And less chance you accidentally kick me or move at the last second.”

“Yeah, right. So, tell me all of these wonderful secrets that I now qualify to hear,” answered Jack.

“Ok,” said Nate. “Do you want to ask questions first, or do you want me to just start talking?”

“Just talk,” said Jack. “I’ll sit here and try to not think about food.”

“We could go try to rustle up some food for you first, if you like,” answered Nate.

“Hey! You didn’t tell me you had food around here, Nate!” Jack jumped up. “What do we have? Am I in walking distance to town? Or can you magically whip up food along with your other powers?” Jack was almost shouting with excitement. His stomach had been growling for hours.

“I was thinking more like I could flush something out of its hole and bite it for you, and you could skin it and eat it. Assuming you have a knife, that is,” replied Nate, with the grin that Jack was starting to get used to.

“Ugh,” said Jack, sitting back down. “I think I’ll pass. I can last a little longer before I get desperate enough to eat desert rat, or whatever else it is you find out here. And there’s nothing to burn – I’d have to eat it raw. No thanks. Just talk.”

“Ok,” replied Nate, still grinning. “But I’d better hurry, before you start looking at me as food.

Nate reared back a little, looked around for a second, and then continued. “You, Jack, are sitting in the middle of the Garden of Eden.”

Jack looked around at the sand and dunes and then looked back at Nate sceptically.

“Well, that’s the best I can figure it, anyway, Jack,” said Nate. “Stand up and look at the symbol on the rock here.” Nate gestured around the dark stone they were both sitting on with his nose.

Jack stood up and looked. Carved into the stone in a bas-relief was a representation of a large tree. The angled-pole that Nate was wrapped around was coming out of the trunk of the tree, right below where the main branches left the truck to reach out across the stone. It was very well done – it looked more like a tree had been reduced to almost two dimensions and embedded in the stone than it did like a carving.

Jack walked around and looked at the details in the fading light of the setting sun. He wished he’d looked at it while the sun was higher in the sky.

Wait! The sun was setting! That meant he was going to have to spend another night out here! Arrrgh!

Jack looked out across the desert for a little bit, and then came back and stood next to Nate. “In all the excitement, I almost forgot, Nate,” said Jack. “Which way is it back to town? And how far? I’m eventually going to have to head back – I’m not sure I’ll be able to survive by eating raw desert critters for long. And even if I can, I’m not sure I’ll want to.”

“It’s about 30 miles that way.” Nate pointed, with the rattle on his tail this time. As far as Jack could tell, it was a direction at right angles to the way he’d been going when he was crawling here. “But that’s 30 miles by the way the crow flies. It’s about 40 by the way a man walks. You should be able to do it in about half a day with your improved endurance, if you head out early tomorrow, Jack.”

Jack looked out the way the snake had pointed for a few seconds more, and then sat back down. It was getting dark. Not much he could do about heading out right now. And besides, Nate was just about to get to the interesting stuff. “Garden of Eden? As best as you can figure it?”

“Well, yeah, as best as I and Samuel could figure it anyway,” said Nate. “He figured that the story just got a little mixed up. You know, snake, in a ‘tree’, offering ‘temptations’, making bargains. That kind stuff. But he could never quite figure out how the Hebrews found out about this spot from across the ocean. He worried about that for a while.”

“Garden of Eden, hunh?” said Jack. “How long have you been here, Nate?”

“No idea, really,” replied Nate. “A long time. It never occurred to me to count years, until recently, and by then, of course, it was too late. But I do remember when this whole place was green, so I figure it’s been thousands of years, at least.”

“So, are you the snake that tempted Eve?” said Jack.

“Beats me,” said Nate. “Maybe. I can’t remember if the first one of your kind that I talked to was female or not, and I never got a name, but it could have been. And I suppose she could have considered my offer to grant requests a ‘temptation’, though I’ve rarely had refusals.”

“Well, umm, how did you get here then? And why is that white pole stuck out of the stone there?” asked Jack.

“Dad left me here. Or, I assume it was my dad. It was another snake – much bigger than I was back then. I remember talking to him, but I don’t remember if it was in a language, or just kind of understanding what he wanted. But one day, he brought me to this stone, told me about it, and asked me to do something for him. I talked it over with him for a while, then agreed. I’ve been here ever since.

“What is this place?” said Jack. “And what did he ask you to do?”

“Well, you see this pole here, sticking out of the stone?” Nate loosened his coils around the tilted white pole and showed Jack where it descended into the stone. The pole was tilted at about a 45 degree angle and seemed to enter the stone in an eighteen inch slot cut into the stone. Jack leaned over and looked. The slot was dark and the pole went down into it as far as Jack could see in the dim light. Jack reached out to touch the pole, but Nate was suddenly there in the way.

“You can’t touch that yet, Jack,” said Nate.

“Why not?” asked Jack.

“I haven’t explained it to you yet,” replied Nate.

“Well, it kinda looks like a lever or something,” said Jack. “You’d push it that way, and it would move in the slot.”

“Yep, that’s what it is,” replied Nate.

“What does it do?” asked Jack. “End the world.”

“Oh, no,” said Nate. “Nothing that drastic. It just ends humanity. I call it ‘The Lever of Doom’.” For the last few words Nate had used a deeper, ringing voice. He tried to look serious for a few seconds, and then gave up and grinned.

Jack was initially startled by Nate’s pronouncement, but when Nate grinned Jack laughed. “Ha! You almost had me fooled for a second there. What does it really do?”

“Oh, it really ends humanity, like I said,” smirked Nate. “I just thought the voice I used was funny, didn’t you?”

Nate continued to grin.

“A lever to end humanity?” asked Jack. “What in the world is that for? Why would anyone need to end humanity?”

“Well,” replied Nate, “I get the idea that maybe humanity was an experiment. Or maybe the Big Guy just thought, that if humanity started going really bad, there should be a way to end it. I’m not really sure. All I know are the rules, and the guesses that Samuel and I had about why it’s here. I didn’t think to ask back when I started here.”

“Rules? What rules?” asked Jack.

“The rules are that I can’t tell anybody about it or let them touch it unless they agree to be bound to secrecy by a bite. And that only one human can be bound in that way at a time. That’s it.” explained Nate.

Jack looked somewhat shocked. “You mean that I could pull the lever now? You’d let me end humanity?”

“Yep,” replied Nate, “if you want to.” Nate looked at Jack carefully. “Do you want to, Jack?”

“Umm, no.” said Jack, stepping a little further back from the lever. “Why in the world would anyone want to end humanity? It’d take a psychotic to want that! Or worse, a suicidal psychotic, because it would kill him too, wouldn’t it?”

“Yep,” replied Nate, “being as he’d be human too.”

“Has anyone ever seriously considered it?” asked Nate. “Any of those bound to secrecy, that is?”

“Well, of course, I think they’ve all seriously considered it at one time or another. Being given that kind of responsibility makes you sit down and think, or so I’m told. Samuel considered it several times. He’d often get disgusted with humanity, come out here, and just hold the lever for a while. But he never pulled it. Or you wouldn’t be here.” Nate grinned some more.

Jack sat down, well back from the lever. He looked thoughtful and puzzled at the same time. After a bit, he said, “So this makes me the Judge of humanity? I get to decide whether they keep going or just end? Me?”

“That seems to be it,” agreed Nate.

“What kind of criteria do I use to decide?” said Jack. “How do I make this decision? Am I supposed to decide if they’re good? Or too many of them are bad? Or that they’re going the wrong way? Is there a set of rules for that?”

“Nope,” replied Nate. “You pretty much just have to decide on your own. It’s up to you, however you want to decide it. I guess that you’re just supposed to know.”

“But what if I get mad at someone? Or some girl dumps me and I feel horrible? Couldn’t I make a mistake? How do I know that I won’t screw up?” protested Jack.

Nate gave his kind of snake-like shrug again. “You don’t. You just have to try your best, Jack.”

Jack sat there for a while, staring off into the desert that was rapidly getting dark, chewing on a fingernail.

Suddenly, Jack turned around and looked at the snake. “Nate, was Samuel the one bound to this before me?”

“Yep,” replied Nate. “He was a good guy. Talked to me a lot. Taught me to read and brought me books. I think I still have a good pile of them buried in the sand around here somewhere. I still miss him. He died a few months ago.”

“Sounds like a good guy,” agreed Jack. “How did he handle this, when you first told him. What did he do?”

“Well,” said Nate, “he sat down for a while, thought about it for a bit, and then asked me some questions, much like you’re doing.”

“What did he ask you, if you’re allowed to tell me?” asked Jack.

“He asked me about the third request,” replied Nate.

“Aha!” It was Jack’s turn to grin. “And what did you tell him?”

“I told him the rules for the third request. That to get the third request you have to agree to this whole thing. That if it ever comes to the point that you really think that humanity should be ended, that you’ll come here and end it. You won’t avoid it, and you won’t wimp out.” Nate looked serious again. “And you’ll be bound to do it too, Jack.”

“Hmmm.” Jack looked back out into the darkness for a while.

Nate watched him, waiting.

“Nate,” continued Jack, quietly, eventually. “What did Samuel ask for with his third request?”

Nate sounded like he was grinning again as he replied, also quietly, “Wisdom, Jack. He asked for wisdom. As much as I could give him.”

“Ok,” said Jack, suddenly, standing up and facing away from Nate, “give it to me.

Nate looked at Jack’s backside. “Give you what, Jack?”

“Give me that wisdom. The same stuff that Samuel asked for. If it helped him, maybe it’ll help me too.” Jack turned his head to look back over his shoulder at Nate. “It did help him, right?”

“He said it did,” replied Nate. “But he seemed a little quieter afterward. Like he had a lot to think about.”

“Well, yeah, I can see that,” said Jack. “So, give it to me.” Jack turned toface away from Nate again, bent over slightly and tensed up.

Nate watched Jack tense up with a little exasperation. If he bit Jack now, Jack would likely jump out of his skin and maybe hurt them both.

“You remember that you’ll be bound to destroy humanity if it ever looks like it needs it, right Jack?” asked Nate, shifting position.

“Yeah, yeah, I got that,” replied Jack, eyes squeezed tightly shut and body tense, not noticing the change in direction of Nate’s voice.

“And,” continued Nate, from his new position, “do you remember that you’ll turn bright purple, and grow big horns and extra eyes?”

“Yeah, yeah…Hey, wait a minute!” said Jack, opening his eyes, straightening up and turning around. “Purple?!” He didn’t see Nate there. With the moonlight Jack could see that the lever extended up from its slot in the rock without the snake wrapped around it.

Jack heard, from behind him, Nate’s “Just Kidding!” right before he felt the now familiar piercing pain, this time in the other buttock.

Jack sat on the edge of the dark stone in the rapidly cooling air, his feet extending out into the sand. He stared out into the darkness, listening to the wind stir the sand, occasionally rubbing his butt where he’d been recently bitten.

Nate had left for a little while, had come back with a desert-rodent-shaped bulge somewhere in his middle, and was now wrapped back around the lever, his tongue flicking out into the desert night’s air the only sign that he was still awake.

Occasionally Jack, with his toes absentmindedly digging in the sand while he thought, would ask Nate a question without turning around.

“Nate, do accidents count?”

Nate lifted his head a little bit. “What do you mean, Jack?”

Jack tilted his head back like he was looking at the stars. “You know, accidents. If I accidentally fall on the lever, without meaning to, does that still wipe out humanity?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it does, Jack. I’d suggest you be careful about that if you start feeling wobbly,” said Nate with some amusement.

A little later – “Does it have to be me that pulls the lever?” asked Jack.

“That’s the rule, Jack. Nobody else can pull it,” answered Nate.

“No,” Jack shook his head, “I meant does it have to be my hand? Could I pull the lever with a rope tied around it? Or push it with a stick? Or throw a rock?”

“Yes, those should work,” replied Nate. “Though I’m not sure how complicated you could get. Samuel thought about trying to build some kind of remote control for it once, but gave it up. Everything he’d build would be gone by the next sunrise, if it was touching the stone, or over it. I told him that in the past others that had been bound had tried to bury the lever so they wouldn’t be tempted to pull it, but every time the stones or sand or whatever had disappeared.”

“Wow,” said Jack, “Cool.” Jack leaned back until only his elbows kept him off of the stone and looked up into the sky.

“Nate, how long did Samuel live? One of his wishes was for health too, right?” asked Jack.

“Yes,” replied Nate, “it was. He lived 167 years, Jack.”

“Wow, 167 years. That’s almost 140 more years I’ll live if I live as long. Do you know what he died of, Nate?”

“He died of getting tired of living, Jack,” Nate said, sounding somewhat sad.

Jack turned his head to look at Nate in the starlight.

Nate looked back. “Samuel knew he wasn’t going to be able to stay in society. He figured that they’d eventually see him still alive and start questioning it, so he decided that he’d have to disappear after a while. He faked his death once, but changed his mind – he decided it was too early and he could stay for a little longer. He wasn’t very fond of mankind, but he liked the attention. Most of the time, anyway.

“His daughter and then his wife dying almost did him in though. He didn’t stay in society much longer after that. He eventually came out here to spend time talking to me and thinking about pulling the lever. A few months ago he told me he’d had enough. It was his time.”

“And then he just died?” asked Jack.

Nate shook his head a little. “He made his forth request, Jack. There’s only one thing you can ask for the fourth request. The last bite.

After a bit Nate continued, “He told me that he was tired, that it was his time. He reassured me that someone new would show up soon, like they always had.

After another pause, Nate finished, “Samuel’s body disappeared off the stone with the sunrise.”

Jack lay back down and looked at the sky, leaving Nate alone with his memories. It was a long time until Jack’s breathing evened out into sleep.

Jack woke with the sunrise the next morning. He was a little chilled with the morning desert air, but overall was feeling pretty good. Well, except that his stomach was grumbling and he wasn’t willing to eat raw desert rat.

So, after getting directions to town from Nate, making sure he knew how to get back, and reassuring Nate that he’d be back soon, Jack started the long walk back to town. With his new health and Nate’s good directions, he made it back easily.

Jack caught a bus back to the city, and showed up for work the next day, little worse for the wear and with a story about getting lost in the desert and walking back out. Within a couple of days Jack had talked a friend with a tow truck into going back out into the desert with him to fetch the SUV. They found it after a couple of hours of searching and towed it back without incident. Jack was careful not to even look in the direction of Nate’s lever, though their path back didn’t come within sight of it.

Before the next weekend, Jack had gone to a couple of stores, including a book store, and had gotten his SUV back from the mechanic, with a warning to avoid any more joyriding in the desert. On Saturday, Jack headed back to see Nate.

Jack parked a little way out of the small town near Nate, loaded up his new backpack with camping gear and the things he was bringing for Nate, and then started walking. He figured that walking would leave the least trail, and he knew that while not many people camped in the desert, it wasn’t unheard of, and shouldn’t really raise suspicions.

Jack had brought more books for Nate – recent books, magazines, newspapers. Some things that would catch Nate up with what was happening in the world, others that were just good books to read. He spent the weekend with Nate, and then headed out again, telling Nate that he’d be back again soon, but that he had things to do first.

Over four months later Jack was back to see Nate again. This time he brought a laptop with him – a specially modified laptop. It had a solar recharger, special filters and seals to keep out the sand, a satellite link-up, and a special keyboard and joystick that Jack hoped that a fifteen-foot rattlesnake would be able to use. And, it had been hacked to not give out its location to the satellite.

After that Jack could e-mail Nate to keep in touch, but still visited him fairly regularly – at least once or twice a year.

After the first year, Jack quit his job. For some reason, with the wisdom he ‘d been given, and the knowledge that he could live for over 150 years, working in a nine to five job for someone else didn’t seem that worthwhile any more. Jack went back to school.

Eventually, Jack started writing. Perhaps because of the wisdom, or perhaps because of his new perspective, he wrote well. People liked what he wrote, and he became well known for it. After a time, Jack bought an RV and started traveling around the country for book signings and readings.

But, he still remembered to drop by and visit Nate occasionally.

On one of the visits Nate seemed quieter than usual. Not that Nate had been a fountain of joy lately. Jack’s best guess was that Nate was still missing Samuel, and though Jack had tried, he still hadn’t been able to replace Samuel in Nate’s eyes. Nate had been getting quieter each visit. But on this visit Nate didn’t even speak when Jack walked up to the lever. He nodded at Jack, and then went back to staring into the desert. Jack, respecting Nate’s silence, sat down and waited.

After a few minutes, Nate spoke. “Jack, I have someone to introduce you to.”

Jack looked surprised. “Someone to introduce me to?” Jack looked around, and then looked carefully back at Nate. “This something to do with the Big Guy?

“No, no,” replied Nate. “This is more personal. I want you to meet my son.” Nate looked over at the nearest sand dune. “Sammy!”

Jack watched as a four foot long desert rattlesnake crawled from behind the dune and up to the stone base of the lever.

“Yo, Jack,” said the new, much smaller snake.

“Yo, Sammy” replied Jack. Jack looked at Nate. “Named after Samuel, I assume?”

Nate nodded. “Jack, I’ve got a favor to ask you. Could you show Sammy around for me?” Nate unwrapped himself from the lever and slithered over to the edge of the stone and looked across the sands. “When Samuel first told me about the world, and brought me books and pictures, I wished that I could go see it. I wanted to see the great forests, the canyons, the cities, even the other deserts, to see if they felt and smelled the same. I want my son to have that chance – to see the world. Before he becomes bound here like I have been.

“He’s seen it in pictures, over the computer that you brought me. But I hear that it’s not the same. That being there is different. I want him to have that. Think you can do that for me, Jack?”

Jack nodded. This was obviously very important to Nate, so Jack didn’t even joke about taking a talking rattlesnake out to see the world. “Yeah, I can do that for you, Nate. Is that all you need?” Jack could sense that was something more.

Nate looked at Sammy. Sammy looked back at Nate for a second and then said, “Oh, yeah. Ummm, I’ve gotta go pack. Back in a little bit Jack. Nice to meet ya!” Sammy slithered back over the dune and out of sight.

Nate watched Sammy disappear and then looked back at Jack. “Jack, this is my first son. My first offspring through all the years. You don’t even want to know what it took for me to find a mate.” Nate grinned to himself. “But anyway, I had a son for a reason. I’m tired. I’m ready for it to be over. I needed a replacement.”

Jack considered this for a minute. “So, you’re ready to come see the world, and you wanted him to watch the lever while you were gone?”

Nate shook his head. “No, Jack – you’re a better guesser than that. You’ve already figured out – I’m bound here – there’s only one way for me to leave here. And I’m ready. It’s my time to die.”

Jack looked more closely at Nate. He could tell Nate had thought about this – probably for quite a while. Jack had trouble imagining what it would be like to be as old as Nate, but Jack could already tell that in another hundred or two hundred years, he might be getting tired of life himself. Jack could understand Samuel’s decision, and now Nate’s. So, all Jack said was, “What do you want me to do?”

Nate nodded. “Thanks, Jack. I only want two things. One – show Sammy around the world – let him get his fill of it, until he’s ready to come back here and take over. Two – give me the fourth request.

“I can’t just decide to die, not any more than you can. I won’t even die of old age like you eventually will, even though it’ll be a long time from now. I need to be killed. Once Sammy is back here, ready to take over, I’ll be able to die. And I need you to kill me.

“I’ve even thought about how. Poisons and other drugs won’t work on me. And I’ve seen pictures of snakes that were shot – some of them live for days, so that’s out too. So, I want you to bring back a sword.

Nate turned away to look back to the dune that Sammy had gone behind. “I’d say an axe, but that’s somewhat undignified – putting my head on the ground or a chopping block like that. No, I like a sword. A time-honored way of going out. A dignified way to die. And, most importantly, it should work, even on me.

“You willing to do that for me, Jack?” Nate turned back to look at Jack.

“Yeah, Nate,” replied Jack solemnly, “I think I can handle that.”

Nate nodded. “Good!” He turned back toward the dune and shouted, “Sammy! Jack’s about ready to leave!” Then quietly, “Thanks, Jack.”

Jack didn’t have anything to say to that, so he waited for Sammy to make it back to the lever, nodded to him, nodded a final time to Nate, and then headed into the desert with Sammy following. Over the next several years Sammy and Jack kept in touch with Nate through e-mail as they went about their adventures. They made a goal of visiting every country in the world, and did a respectable job of it. Sammy had a natural gift for languages, as Jack expected he would, and even ended up acting as a translator for Jack in a few of the countries. Jack managed to keep the talking rattlesnake hidden, even so, and by the time they were nearing the end of their tour of countries, Sammy had only been spotted a few times. While there were several people that had seen enough to startle them greatly, nobody had enough evidence to prove anything, and while a few wild rumors and storied followed Jack and Sammy around, nothing ever hit the newspapers or the public in general.

When they finished the tour of countries, Jack suggested that they try some undersea diving. They did. And spelunking. They did that too. Sammy finally drew the line at visiting Antarctica. He’d come to realize that Jack was stalling. After talking to his Dad about it over e-mail, he figured out that Jack probably didn’t want to have to kill Nate. Nate told Sammy that humans could be squeamish about killing friends and acquaintances.

So, Sammy eventually put his tail down (as he didn’t have a foot) and told Jack that it was time – he was ready to go back and take up his duties from his dad. Jack, delayed it a little more by insisting that they go back to Japan and buy an appropriate sword. He even stretched it a little more by getting lessons in how to use the sword. But, eventually, he’d learned as much as he was likely to without dedicating his life to it, and was definitely competent enough to take the head off of a snake. It was time to head back and see Nate.

When they got back to the US, Jack got the old RV out of storage where he and Sammy had left it after their tour of the fifty states, he loaded up Sammy and the sword, and they headed for the desert.

When they got to the small town that Jack had been trying to find those years ago when he’d met Nate, Jack was in a funk. He didn’t really feel like walking all of the way out there. Not only that, but he’d forgotten to figure the travel time correctly, and it was late afternoon. They’d either have to spend the night in town and walk out tomorrow, or walk in the dark.

As Jack was afraid that if he waited one more night he might lose his resolve, he decided that he’d go ahead and drive the RV out there. It was only going to be this once, and Jack would go back and cover the tracks afterward. They ought to be able to make it out there by nightfall if they drove, and then they could get it over tonight.

Jack told Sammy to e-mail Nate that they were coming as he drove out of sight of the town on the road. They then pulled off the road and headed out into the desert.

Everything went well, until they got to the sand dunes. Jack had been nursing the RV along the whole time, over the rocks, through the creek beds, revving the engine the few times they almost got stuck. When they came to the dunes, Jack didn’t really think about it, he just downshifted and headed up the first one. By the third dune, Jack started to regret that he’d decided to try driving on the sand. The RV was fishtailling and losing traction. Jack was having to work it up each dune slowly and was trying to keep from losing control each time they came over the top and slid down the other side. Sammy had come up to sit in the passenger seat, coiled up and laughing at Jack’s driving.

As they came over the top of the fourth dune, the biggest one yet, Jack saw that this was the final dune – the stone, the lever, and somewhere Nate, waited below. Jack put on the brakes, but he’d gone a little too far. The RV started slipping down the other side.

Jack tried turning the wheel, but he didn’t have enough traction. He pumped the brakes – no response. They started sliding down the hill, faster and faster.

Jack felt a shock go through him as he suddenly realized that they were heading for the lever. He looked down – the RV was directly on course for it. If Jack didn’t do something, the RV would hit it. He was about to end humanity.

Jack steered more frantically, trying to get traction. It still wasn’t working. The dune was too steep, and the sand too loose. In a split second, Jack realized that his only chance would be once he hit the stone around the lever – he should have traction on the stone for just a second before he hit the lever – he wouldn’t have time to stop, but he should be able to steer away.

Jack took a better grip on the steering wheel and tried to turn the RV a little bit – every little bit would help. He’d have to time his turn just right.

The RV got to the bottom of the dune, sliding at an amazing speed in the sand. Just before they reached the stone Jack looked across it to check that they were still heading for the lever. They were. But Jack noticed something else that he hadn’t seen from the top of the dune. Nate wasn’t wrapped around the lever. He was off to the side of the lever, but still on the stone, waiting for them. The problem was, he was waiting on the same side of the lever that Jack had picked to steer towards to avoid the lever. The RV was already starting to drift that way a little in its mad rush across the sand and there was no way that Jack was going to be able to go around the lever to the other side.

Jack had an instant of realization. He was either going to have to hit the lever, or run over Nate. He glanced over at Sammy and saw that Sammy realized the same thing.

Jack took a firmer grip on the steering wheel as the RV ran up on the stone. Shouting to Sammy as he pulled the steering wheel, “BETTER NATE THAN LEVER,” he ran over the snake.

THE END

[Strelok]