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Chapter 5 Arlene
“You’re sure Jason wouldn’t want them. They’re educational and caring for them would teach him to be responsible,” I said to my sister. It was almost nine o’clock and I was in Weston at her home that qualified as a mansion if you were into that sort of thing. Weston was the wealthiest town in Massachusetts if you believed Boston magazine.
We were seated at the kitchen island drinking coffee. She’d fixed me breakfast. We were alone in the house. Jason’s nanny had been banished to her apartment over the restored carriage house, a sure sign Arlene was horny and wanted my undivided attention.
Sam had left for his office at the State House and Jason was on his way to Town and Country Day School, a private establishment my sister had enrolled him in pre birth based on a sonogram. His tuition almost equaled my yearly take home pay.
Arlene had attended a zoning meeting in Medford the night before. It didn’t end until after midnight, but she managed to get her client’s variance approved so she was celebrating by not going in the office until noon. My sister was on her way to being a major fixer in Boston’s commercial real estate market.
“I don’t have to start getting ready until eleven,” said Arlene retracting her shoulder blades to draw my gaze to her newly augmented breasts Sam had given her for her thirtieth birthday. She’d always been small breasted and I had no idea why a woman her age would decide to get a boob job.
The missing nanny and the boob parading meant my stud services were expected. I was feeling a little fucked out from all the crazy sex I’d had yesterday, but I squared my shoulders, straightened by spine and informed my plumbing it would be necessary to get the pressure up regardless. When your kid sister wants sex, you put out. After all, she’s family.
Pussy and Ass were happily enjoying their new habitat and chowing down on food left by the former resident. If they had suffered any trauma from being shoved up a dead girl’s orifices, they weren’t showing it.
“Jason doesn’t like gerbils and I don’t want them either. You’re the one who loved them when we were growing up. You could use a pet besides Darlene. Maybe Nikki would want them. She’s still young enough for gerbils,” said Arlene who took the view that I was always bottom fishing when it came to members of the opposite sex. She wanted me to date doctors and lawyers, marry one, and settle down. My lack of ambition frustrated her.
I hadn’t told her about Nikki’s tendency to fuck anything with pants, but maybe our older brother Winston had spilled the beans. He loved to talk about who he was fucking and how.
Since Cecilia started showing and Winston found her bloated belly deflating, he had been dropping by regularly to screw my girl friend and her baby sister. Well, he was my older brother and our parents taught us to share.
And for that matter, the bun in Cecilia’s oven was mine. Winston foolishly had a vasectomy when he was married to his first wife, Mary Kate. Her medical problems made both children and birth control pills impossible. He was nuts over Mary Kate so he agreed to the operation. The wisdom of that decision came into question when she left him for a female professor who also taught psychology at Tufts.
Winston and Cecilia wanted children so I was called into service as someone with almost the same DNA. When the issue of my standing in for Winston first came up, I surmised it would be a turkey baster baby, but Winston declared that to be no fun and paid for Cecilia and me to spend a week in Aruba where we fucked our brains out. Initially I had been surprised that Cecilia readily agreed to adultery with her brother-in-law. I hadn’t fucked her before.
Perhaps it was my charm, good looks, and sex appeal or she had learned her husband was screwing around on her every chance he got. Winston was one of Boston’s leading divorce lawyers and that’s the job to have if you want to lay pipe to a different woman every day.
I decided to take the philosophical tack assuming most wives wouldn’t hesitate to engage in husband sponsored adultery especially if it included a week in a warm climate away from the New England winter. Luckily, she came back pregnant. Mission accomplished.
That brought to mind the message on my voice mail from Cecilia. She wanted to know when I was going to come see her again. I didn’t share my older brother’s distaste for pregnant women. I considered those big round watermelon bellies a major turn on. I loved to suck on her extended belly button. I had to take it easy, none of my usual rough stuff. The up side was that she was so damn grateful.
Like all pregnant women she was subject to bouts of insecurity. “Winston does want me anymore,” sniffed Cecilia cuddling up in my arms as my spunk slowly dribbled out her slit. “If it wasn’t for you and Gary, I wouldn’t be getting any sex at all.”
“Who’s Gary,” I asked fondling a milk filled breast. She’d promised me that after the baby was born I could have all the breast milk I could drink.
“He’s the produce manager at Super Stop and Shop,” said Cecilia obviously enjoying my attention and trying without success to make me jealous. I didn’t care if she put out for the grocery store’s entire checkout lane. Cecilia described in great detail how Gary had taken her into the store’s back room the day before and had his way with her on top of a pallet of fresh broccoli. My brother’s infidelity was turning his wife into a mega slut as she sought revenge for his philandering.
I gave up convincing Arlene to keep the gerbils. She had never been a pet person. “All right, you win, I’ll take them,” I said. Maybe Nikki would like to take care of them. I gave thought of stopping by a pet store and buying a pair of females. She’d probably be interested if she could watch them mating. Anything to do with sex got her attention.
“Good, that’s settled. More coffee?” asked Arlene walking over to the urn.
“Just one more, I caught an interesting case,” I said.
“Tell me about it,” said Arlene leaning over to pick up something from the floor. She was wearing a short robe and it rode up her backside revealing the fact she wasn’t wearing any panty. Her shaved clam was exposed. My sister has an adorable pussy, nice symmetrical lips with no loose skin flopping about. Flashing her cunt was a ploy she’d used since we were kids. It had never failed to work. My cock stirred at the sight. Incest is best is my motto.
“You can’t tell anyone, not even Sam, Cock Teaser,” I said feeling my groin respond to the prospect of taboo sex. It had been several weeks since I last screwed my sister. Winston and she had a regular tryst but she and I were more spontaneous.
“My lips are sealed except for this,” said Arlene filling my cup as we exchanged a brother and sister tongue kiss that included a nipple pinch.
“Did you read about the girl who drove her car off an embankment in Arnold Arboretum Sunday morning,” I asked as she returned the urn.
Arlene returned and took a seat beside me on a kitchen stool. Then she swiveled my way and placed her legs on the countertop allowing her robe to slide down and open. She reached down and parted her labia, drawing out her oversized clitoris.
“Yes, the Globe said it was an accident. She’d been clubbing down on Lansdowne Street. Sam knows Dr. Rose. They met when he was on the board of Mass General,” said Arlene licking her fingers before placing them on her vulva for a round of slow sensuous stroking.
“What did Sam have to say about him,” I asked reaching down to unzip my slacks. My sister married well. Sam was a wealthy real estate developer, a successful one. He was also well connected. There was a rumor that it was his influence that kept me from getting fired after my partner ate a bullet. That was another reason for me to take care of his wife’s sexual needs. He was too busy making money to screw Arlene. Besides he knew when he married her that she slept with both her brothers.
There are actually four Westbrook kids. My oldest sister Peggy lives on the West Coast and we don’t see her that often. Peg’s three years older than Winston who is two years older than me. I’m a year and a half older than Arlene.
Peggy’s the prude in the family. She was very studious and stayed clear of the opposite sex in high school and college. As such, she doesn’t approve of her siblings, especially the incest. In spite of our differences, we got along pretty well until Winston made her angry in her final year at Boston University. He decided she needed to loosen up and learn how to have a good time. He invited her out on her birthday for what she thought would be a quiet brother and sister dinner. What she didn’t know was that her dessert would be a gangbang. It was a disaster. Winston may be a brilliant barrister but there are times his judgment is seriously flawed.
Unbeknownst to anyone else in the family, he concocted a scheme to get her drunk on margaritas and high on ecstasy and cocaine then have her pull a train for a select group of his Sigma Alpha Epsilon frat brothers. Exactly why he thought a gang rape would loosen Peggy’s moral code is a mystery.
Another flaw in Winston’s plan was that he consumed the same quantity of booze and drugs as Peggy and passed out after he dropped his sister onto his bed at the SAE house. Winston had arranged for four of his well-endowed friends to participate. They had promised to be gentle with his near virgin sister. Unfortunately, it did not turn out that way.
Things got out of hand due to the scoring of a large quantity of crystal meth by a fraternity brother who generously shared his good fortune with all present. Peggy’s pretty with a nice rack and she proved irresistible spread out naked and comatose. The entire frat house went into gang rape mode. An estimated twenty five males and a couple of females sampled Peggy’s charms over the next six hours.
Meth can result in bizarre behavior. During the gang bang, some freak removed Peggy’s nipples in the wee hours of the morning after everyone had passed out. Actually, due to a drug and booze induced unsteady hand, he cut off most of her areola. Reconnection proved impossible, since after he chopped them off, he ate them.
At first, everyone thought the surgical tool was a scalpel or a razor blade but it turned out to be pinking shears accounting for the odd pattern of the cut flesh.
Regardless of circumstances, they were definitely missing the next day when she looked in the mirror. The freak had added insult to injury by staunching the flow of blood with a Cuban cigar he had saved for just such a special occasion. Additional damage included a severe case of hemorrhoids from her first encounter with repeated anal intercourse that may or may not have involved hard fisting. Gonorrhea and herpes showed up in medical tests the following week. To say Peggy was pissed is putting it lightly.
Far from loosening up our oldest sibling, it had the effect of alienating her from the family. Winston’s apology not withstanding, she declared all three of us tools of Satan and swore to be done with us forever. After graduating, Peggy accepted a teaching position at University of California San Diego and left without saying goodbye.
Years passed with no contact in spite of our Mom’s attempt to reconcile us. Mom finally got us back together when Peggy accepted a proposal of marriage from a gentleman willing to ignore her mangled boobs. She agreed to return to Boston for her wedding. Mom made each of us swear to be on our best behavior and we almost made it.
It was at the reception that things went to hell. We were at the Four Seasons. Mom and Dad had gone all out. The problem was that the groom’s married older sister, Natalie, was first of all drop dead gorgeous and second of all a person who turned into a pig slut after a couple of glasses of champagne. And Natalie was no kid. In fact, she had three children of her own, including fourteen year old Celeste. Celeste was at the age that required dedicating part of her day to war with her mother.
In spite of Natalie’s age, she had loads of sex appeal. Winston and I had a brief conversation at the rehearsal dinner in which we agreed she was ultra fuckable. The fact she was an awful flirt who couldn’t keep her hands off other men was encouraging. You know the kind. Saying hello requires they press their boobs against your chest as they perform a discreet grind of the groin.
But Mom was on alert to our shenanigans so we kept it in our pants. She patrolled the room like a prison warden until Dad plied her with several glasses of champagne. Then she let down her guard; so in a way what happened was her fault although she accepts no blame.
It was a raucous fun reception with everybody dancing. I was beside Natalie during the traditional “YMCA”. What’s a wedding reception without an inebriated rendition of that classic? When it ended, the band chose a slow song. I took her in my arms as the lights dimmed. I was a little drunk but the way she leaned on me indicated she was drunker.
“I’m having a great time,” said Natalie molding her body against mine. Her breasts were huge and the bridesmaid gown Peggy had chosen was strapless. It was tempting to pull down her top and bury my face in those mammary.
I was being a gentleman but she had other ideas. She reached behind and pulled my hand down to her bottom. I reacted by pressing my cock against her belly. I was hard in an instant. Weddings do that to me.
“Me too,” I said giving her a slight grind. I figured a little body contact was alright as long as that was it. That shows you how liquor fucks up your mental processes. What drunk can walk away from a sure piece of tail?
“There’s a coat closet in the hall,” said Natalie grinding on me in return.
It took me a minute to realize what she was getting to. It was June and the outside temperature was in the seventies. “I didn’t wear a coat.”
She smiled and kissed me. It was a long kiss with lots of tongue. Thank God Mom was looking elsewhere.
“Neither did I, Silly. Let’s go,” said Natalie pulling me by the hand off the dance floor.
I finally got it. My conscience argued with my dick for maybe two seconds and as usual, my dick won. The hall was empty. I thought we had escaped without anyone noticing but just as I closed the door, someone grabbed it. It was Winston and Arlene. My sister had a thing for buxom women of low morals especially when it involved teaming up with her brothers.
In such circumstances, Winston’s motto is the less said the better. I suppose anything he said would have sounded wrong. “We saw you leaving with that slut and we followed because we want a piece.”
He spun Natalie around and unzipped the tacky mauve strapless gown. With a skill honed since the eighth grade, he unsnapped her bra with one hand. She allowed it to fall as she turned and grabbed Winston’s head burying it between her knockers.
I was amazed she didn’t object to group action with her new in laws, but I didn’t know the woman that well. It was a wedding and getting laid was expected. I wasn’t at all surprised when Arlene turned her back to me and said, “Unzip me.” We quickly stripped the women down to hose and garter belt, very sexy. They embraced and kissed while Winston and I got naked. Being overeager horny sluts, they finger fucked themselves to orgasm by the time I got out of my boxers.
Both girls knelt down and performed orally then we guys returned the favor. Natalie’s cunt was flowing and I dove in. It was hot and heavy fucking in the small closed room and we all worked up a sweat. Since Natalie was company we focused on her. Arlene is bisexual in the Westbrook family tradition. Her skill at cunnilingus was the talk of the Catholic girl’s school she attended.
The four of us were in flagrante delicto when all hell broke loose. We were on the floor in the reverse cowgirl position doubly penetrating our out of town guest. I was on bottom with my cock in Natalie’s pussy while Winston was pounding her asshole. Arlene was standing grinding Natalie’s face into her vulva.
“There you are,” blurted out Mom throwing the door open and flooding the room with light.
Mom sort of staggered when she took it all in. Natalie’s husband, Carl, was standing beside Mom. Peggy and her new husband were looking over Mom’s shoulders. Natalie’s three were standing between the adults taking it all in.
“Mom, you are such a fucking slut,” screamed Celeste as she snapped off several images with her shiny digital camera. That showed amazing presence of mind in one so young.
“Close the fucking door,” demanded Winston reaching for knob which unfortunately was behind Arlene and out of reach. Fortunately, Mom had the presence of mind to act.
The door quickly shut but not before Celeste managed to jump inside, snapping pictures as fast as she could. She captured several of my erection before I slipped on my boxers.
Later in the post mortem, Winston averred we should have continued on and included Celeste who in his opinion was dying to fuck a pair of older guys like us. I seriously doubted Natalie would have gone for that regardless of what Celeste thought.
We quickly dressed but decided not to return to the reception. I drove home with the expectation that my mother would never speak to me again. However, she called me the following Monday to inform me that Celeste had posted the images to an amateur porn site. The girl had a good eye with a camera.
“It’s your father’s fault. He raised you not to have any morals like him,” was my Mom’s final word.
To my surprise, Natalie’s husband did not divorce her. Some husbands get off watching the wife do the nasty with other guys. Maybe he took her upstairs for a piece of cream pie. Peggy retreated to San Diego vowing to never have anything to do with the three of us for ruining her wedding.
A week later, Winston, Arlene and I met for dinner to discuss how to make it up to Mom. After deciding there was no way to make amends, we started laughing about their reaction, especially Celeste, the daughter from hell. Once we recovered our good spirits, we repaired to my place for some serious family fucking.
Family memories are wonderful especially when they include great sex but Arlene brought me back to the present. “Even at my age, I haven’t dried up,” said Arlene sticking two pussy juice-coated fingers in my mouth. Arlene’s vulva was frothing thanks to her masturbatory efforts.
“What did Sam say about the Doctors Rose?” I repeated.
“Not much really, he said Dr. Rose was crazy about his daughter and her death would be a serious blow. So tell me. It wasn’t a simple case of too much booze and coke?”
“This is a super secret. You can’t even tell Sam,” I said.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” said Arlene making the gesture with her hand then reaching it to my lips so she could smear cunt liquor over my face.
I kissed the wet fingers and gave them a gentle lick. The taste and smell brought back more memories. I was a junior in high school when Arlene mounted me for the first time. Mom and Dad liked their privacy. Their master bedroom suite was as far away from our bedrooms as the house’s floor plan allowed. And it was a big house. Of course, we kids knew the reason for that. Mom was a screamer when Dad was fucking her.
Of course, I wasn’t Arlene’s first. Winston owned that honor. He was my first, too. He put her up to it. I was sound asleep when she crawled in my bed and applied her mouth to my dick. Winston was hovering outside the open bedroom door monitoring the situation. He didn’t appear until I had dumped my load into her snatch. While she sucked me hard for an encore, he ate her cream pie to show me how macho he was. Then we had a three way where Arlene mastered the intricacies of double penetration.
“It’s kind of crazy and there are loose ends I can’t tie up. After her car missed the turn crushing her neck, some nutcase shows up and ties her spread eagle on the trunk with sash chord,” I said. “He really stretched her out which is stupid because she was dead and immobile. Then he fucked her.”
“Necrophilia is rare. Isn’t it,” said Arlene.
“Not as rare as one would think,” I said mindful of yesterday’s encounter with Denise.
“Any match on the DNA?” asked Arlene?
“Not yet, there was semen in all three orifices along with a tummy full of urine, booze, coke, and Ecstasy,” I said. “There are probably multiple sources of DNA.”
“Cynthia Rose was a triple threat hard partying slut. They all are these days. So what was so odd about the case? There’s nothing too unusual about a guy hopping on before she’s cold,” said Arlene who probably would not have been too shaken if she witnessed a man pumping his load into a lifeless pussy. Arlene was hard core and getting harder as the years passed.
“There were medical speculums in her vagina and rectum. She was cranked open to the max and the perp had inserted gerbils in her orifices,” I said.
“I see,” said Arlene eying Pussy and Ass as they chased one another through a maze of plastic tunnels. “That is different.”
“So whoever found her came prepared. Who carries sash chord, speculums and live gerbils around hoping to happen on a dead girl,” I said.
“The answer is simple. He must have killed her,” said Arlene drawing an obvious conclusion I had somehow missed.
“The ME said the wreck killed her for certain,” I said.
“So he caused the wreck. It is an interesting case and I wish you luck with it. Can we go into the bedroom now?” said Arlene.
“Yes, should I bring my speculums and the gerbils,” I asked.
“No, you may not. And for being a smart aleck, you can eat my ass and it’s not that clean,” said Arlene whose latest sexual obsession was scatology.
It wasn’t but I’m used to driving the Hershey Highway with my tongue. Winston taught me shit is an acquired taste.
My sister’s vagina is classified as a nut cracker. She couldn’t crush a walnut in her cunt but a soft shelled pecan is a possibility. Every morning she performs a tantric yoga ritual intended to build strength where it counts and increase one’s enjoyment of penetration. She even attended a five day seminar in San Francisco to lengthen the duration of her orgasms. The woman takes her sex seriously.
We got naked and stretched out on her bed. I chased out of mind the fact her husband had occupied the bed not that many hours ago. We began slowly to let it build. We both knew how it would end. Once we relaxed, my dominant side appeared. I stuck three fingers in her vagina and four in her mouth for her to choke on.
As I furiously finger fucked her, I began to lightly slap her face and tell her what a disgusting whore she was. I picked the left tit to torture recalling I had done the right last time.
My sister’s approach to sex had changed over the years. When she was younger she followed whatever trend was popular. In high school she went through an extended period of lesbian sex. She fell in and out of love with a number of her female classmates. Once she declared herself a fully committed bull dyke and announced she was going to have her breasts removed so she could be something called a “bois.” Fortunately, Mom talked her out of it.
Our Mother worried herself into a state over that but less than a month later, Arlene declared herself devoted to the enjoyment of black cock, specifically that of a boy she met at a dance who sported ten inches and was the most sought after college basketball prospect in the state.
In college she got involved with group sex and learned to pull a train. As a young lawyer about town, she joined a club devoted to BDSM and learned to switch from submissive to dominant depending on what was needed at the moment.
Marriage, children, and age had slowed her down in the last several years. At least that’s what Winston and I have concluded. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t have sex with a number of different people each week. It only means she isn’t quite the nymphomaniac of her younger days.
Winston describes their sex together as classic brother and sister fucking, nothing too kinky or rough. Apparently, she still meets with old girlfriends for strap on parties the first week of the month. And the young boy who cleaned their pool last summer was nailing her twice weekly from June to August.
My role is to provide the occasional brutal fucking. I have no idea why other than I am good at it and enjoy slapping her around. Just to show Arlene’s who is boss. I hook two fingers in her nostrils and take hold of her jaw and force her mouth open. Then I look in her eyes as I spit in her mouth. That’s nasty and disgusting and she loves it although she acts like it is vile and she hates it.
I deliver a pair of open palmed slaps that really ring her bell then I make my demand. “Beg me to fuck you, Cunt.” Professional women with an education are programmed to hate the C-word.
“Don’t call me cunt, your motherfucker,” replies Arlene.
That’s when I pretend to go crazy and slap her so hard her face bruises. But if I hold back, she taunts me and I’ll have to slap her until she begs me to stop. I flip my red cheeked sister over and go to work on her bottom with a vengeance. I spank her ass until it is a purplish red. Regularly, I grab the left nipple and take it for a full twist. By the time we’re done, the entire top of her boob is red and the nipple is an inch long.
Preliminaries over, I flip her onto to her back, position my hard on at her entrance and ram it home in one swift motion that causes her to cry out. Arlene likes to be bent double and pounded. We switch positions. I grab her head for a spell of skull fucking where I force the top three inches of my manhood down her throat and hold her nose until she starts to shake violently. When I let up, I beat the sides of her face with my cock. I repeat that a few times until her face and hair are covered in saliva and she looks like an over fucked party girl who passed out and was gang raped.
Anal penetration is just as merciless as vaginal. There’s no slowly easing into the hole to allow her to get used to having a dick in her rectum. She reacts violently and struggles to throw me off but I’m strong and hang on to her and ram her again and again until her anus relaxes.
Arlene is into light scat, at least her own. When I pulled my brown stained cock out of her ass, she wraps her lips around it and sucks it clean. She seems to have a thing for the taste of her own shit or mine for that matter since I squat over her face and let her give my anus a tongue bath.
Winston says that’s the result of attending Catholic girl’s school. They’re taught that being defiled atones for their sins. There is a lot of emphasis on the crucifixion with each step of his path up Golgotha described in detail. What lesson should a teen age girl take away from the image of a bleeding naked Christ being nailed to the cross after a brutal scourging?
After I’ve fucked her in all three orifices, I announce she’s going to swallow my piss. She loudly objects and I slap her face and tits until she can’t take any more and agrees. Arlene plied me with coffee to make sure I had a full tank. She drinks my golden river down like she just trekked across the Mojave with an empty canteen. For the finale, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue and I blow my load on her face.
Lately, she’s been into something that others might consider strange. There’s a digital camera on the night stand that I am supposed to grab and take multiple images of her kisser smeared with streaks of my jism. I have no idea why she wants me to do this. However, I have perversely refused to ask. Perhaps she shares them with the girls at her monthly strap on party.
It’s almost noon before I stagger out of my sister’s house. My hands tingle and hurt from all the slapping. I make a mental note to buy a leather strap and save my nerve endings. All the energy expended in fucking my sister results in a quick stop at Subway. I’m trying to eat healthier. When I check my messages, I learn Cynthia Rose’s Beemer is stored in the Mattapan Impound Lot awaiting my inspection. I also learn that no one from the Crime Lab is available to help me so I am on my own.
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