Chapter 28: Family Fotos

Bernice Bartlett finally felt as if they were settled down in their new house again. Not that the eighty-year-old structure was a new house, but it was theirs as long as Harvey paid the rent.

They had left Blossom, the prairie town where they'd lived for ten years, in a hurry. Harvey never told her exactly why but she knew it was a problem with Jacob Hartz, her brother in law and former next-door neighbor. And they hadn't told anyone, not even her relatives, where they were moving.

The dark-haired, voluptuous woman continued to reminisce while she rearranged the papers in the desk that served as their household office. This was the fifth place they'd lived since their marriage just over fourteen years ago. She'd just turned fifteen when she'd married Harvey who was nine years older than she. And three months after their marriage, Becky had arrived.

She was sure that her beautiful fourteen-year-old daughter would not get caught the way she had. Becky had the equipment to get in trouble, Bernice thought, but she also had the protection of her belief in Jesus. Even though her daughter was the same age as she had been when she'd been swept off her feet by the handsome, older man and immediately became pregnant, Bernice was confident that the buxom youngster would not suffer the same fate.

In the file drawer where Harvey kept their valuable papers like the lease on the house and his life insurance policy Bernice found a large envelope. Whatever was inside was quite stiff so she couldn't fold it and get it to fit with the insurance policy.

The envelope was stuffed with photographs the woman realized and, puzzled, she eased one out of the envelope. "Oh my!" she gasped aloud, and the blood rushed to her face, turning it a deep red. Her stomach heaved with the onrush of nausea brought on by her disgust and anger. Unable to tear her eyes away from what she saw, she stared at the colored photographic print she was holding in her hand.

Bernice couldn't believe that she was seeing right. She'd never seen anything like this before either in print or in real life. It was actually a photograph of a naked man and woman, sprawled out together, the woman's dark-haired head dipped between the man's widespread thighs; his grossly inflated penis clamped tightly between her ovalled red lips. The man's head was turned away, but there was no mistaking the expression on the rapt woman's face. She was enjoying taking that man's hardness in her mouth. There was no doubt either of who it was. It was her own sister, Bonnie who was three years older than she. How could she do such a disgusting thing, Bernice shuddered in disgust.

Bernice had heard that people did that sort of thing, but she was sure that such an act did not belong in a Christian marriage. The salacious scene had a hypnotic effect on her and she couldn't tear her gaze away from the sight of the hard, blood-filled penis that seemed to throb with lewd tension as was clasped between her sister's full, ripe lips.

Bonnie's half-closed eyes seemed glazed with passion, and Bernice felt a warm shudder of unwilled sensation ripple through her. She couldn't seem to draw her eyes away from the obscene photograph. How could her sister do such an obscene thing? How could Harvey keep such a filthy, lewd picture? Does he look at it often? When was it taken?

And then she remembered that the envelope had more in it and hurriedly, she drew out another of the colored prints. Her eyes flew immediately to the scene, and a sudden, strangled moan of horror broke from her lips.

"Oh no! It can't be!" she groaned as she stared fixedly at the second photograph. This shot displayed in detail the pink, shiny delineations of a moist, open vagina, the glistening, swollen lips framing the dark, slightly gaping opening to the woman's inner reaches. Bernice couldn't see the woman's face but she was sure it was her sister Bonnie again. It had to be. Who else would allow such a photo to be taken?

A man's face was poised over the woman's pussy, the tip of his long tongue poised at the entrance to the delicate roseate furrow. And there was no mistaking that face, so wreathed in anticipatory lust. It was Harvey! For a moment, Bernice couldn't believe that it was actually her husband who was portrayed in that disgusting snapshot. Numbed shock rushed in a roaring torrent to her head, threatening to explode, and she had to hold onto the arm of the office chair to steady herself. Harvey! How could he do this to another woman? How could he let himself be photographed like that? New thundering anger swelled inside the distraught wife at the thought that she had been deceived, and furiously, she snatched the remaining photographs up and scanned them

"How could he? How could he?" Bernice gasped and she sank back in hopeless bewilderment on the office chair. "Oh God," she sobbed, "What did I do to deserve this?" She buried her face in her hands and her shoulders shook with the racking sobs, which enveloped her.

The distraught woman felt broken in mind and spirit. She had looked upon marriage as sacred and had assumed that, after marrying her, Harvey would not go after other woman... and girls, for she had been only a young girl when Harvey had seduced her. How many more were there? She whined piteously, torturing herself with images of various women that both she and Harvey had known, women that he paid special attention to. Like her sister, Bonnie.

In her jealous humiliated anger, the images from the photos began to inject themselves into her consciousness, glimpses she had caught of naked bodies with full voluptuous breasts and full thighs, spread apart in opulent sensuality. And every time her mind banished one lewd image, a fresh one began to superimpose itself in her fervid imagination. Harvey kissing and slavering over an open, exposed vagina, lewdly displayed and eagerly offered to him... Harvey sinking his wildly excited penis into a greedy, grasping vaginal orifice, strong clasping thighs egging him on... Harvey lying back as luscious red lips encircled his bloated penis

Overcome with lewd curiosity she scanned them over again. Yes, there was no doubt about it! There were three different girls involved and Harvey was involved with each of them. She studied one, showing him and a plump brunette stretched out, touching at only two places. His mouth was firmly planted in the nest of her dark pubic curls, and her mouth was tightly clasped around the red thick length of his penis. The girl's eyes were half-closed and her dark hair fell in tendrils around her face, giving her an almost angelic look as she sucked Harvey's cock. Bernice stared at the lewd shot. What did it feel like, having a man's penis locked tightly in your mouth? She wondered at the look of almost reverent ecstasy on the girl's face. Harvey had tried once or twice, she remembered, pushing her head down under the blanket, and she had, of course, refused to do anything like that. She had always thought it perverted, somehow, and yet, this girl seemed to be thoroughly aroused by it. There was something familiar about the woman and Bernice tried to imagine what she looked like when her mouth wasn't filled by a cock. Oh God! No! It was her other sister. Her younger sister. How could she? How could he? How long had he been doing this?

Bernice's attention was caught by a snap she hadn't scrutinized before. It showed a short, dark girl, her breasts full and vibrant, spread-eagled beneath Harvey, whose engorged prick was sunk halfway into the soft, hair-fringed tunnel of her vagina. The girl's legs were wrapped around the man's lower back and her spine was arched up off the bed as she strove to open her depths wider and deeper to him. Bernice stared in lewd fascination at the minutely detailed photographs of sexual intercourse. There was an unwilled churning in her belly as she studied the picture. The girl's head was thrown back, and her mouth was open. Her hands were dug into his shoulders, and her whole body seemed afire. Harvey's hands were clutching at her large, firm breasts, and Bernice could see the reddened tips of her fully turgid nipples slipping out through his fingers. There was a look of pure animal desire on her husband's face, a look she hadn't seen in a long, long time!

And then Bernice recognized the girl. It was her niece, Bernie, which was short for Bernice. The precociously developed, thirteen-year-old girl had been named after her. And Harvey hadn't waited even for her to become fourteen before he'd seduced her.

Despite herself, Bernice felt a little tug of jealousy. She remembered how she used to arouse that complete passionate frenzy in her husband, how he used to be almost aflame with desire for her and now it was a young girl who was making him act like that.

Was the reason they had to rush away from their last home that Harvey had been found out? That one or the other of her brothers in law had discovered he was having sex with their wives... or Bonnie's daughter?

Sudden tears surprised her as they swam in her eyes. It isn't fair... she murmured to herself. It was so long since she had seen Harvey crazed with desire, so long since he had even made love to her... She felt a sudden emptiness inside her, a feeling that she recognized as vague desire. It began to gnaw at her, worming its way insidiously into her depths, gaining a foothold in her numb body. He never tries to kiss me there anymore... the thought leapt into her head. It was years since he had tried to persuade her to allow him to put his head down between her thighs and kiss her pussy, but she had so vehemently and absolutely refused him when he had made the attempt.

It can't be so bad, she muttered to herself, her eyes glued to another shot, this time of Harvey with his face buried in the sparse fleece of young Bernie's openly throbbing, adolescent cunt. Bernice could see the moist flanges of the girl's vagina where Harvey's wetly glistening nose and mouth were buried. The girl's eyes were closed and despite her youth it was obvious that she was in the throes of complete abandon. Then, in spite of it all, Bernice felt a tingle beginning between her own legs, a ripple that seemed to grow as her eyes remained fixed on the spectacle of her husband's groveling between a girl's widespread thighs. How did it feel, to have a man's tongue licking and sucking and blowing his hot, passionate breath into that secret place, have his mouth warm and caressing around your clitoris, feel his kiss on your nakedly exposed pubic mound? What right did a girl... a child, really, have to receive such devotion while she was left hungry and unsatisfied. The line of thought was illogical since she'd refused the opportunity but her pent up lust defied logic.