"No," she said, trying to show some sort of conviction and finally drew up and slanted her heaving body away. "Kevin, this is incestuous. It's no way to solve anything. We must be-be reasonable!"

Kevin rose from the bed and stood in front of her. Liz's mind, dazed from the alcohol he had been feeding her all afternoon, had difficulty focusing, but gradually she saw what had not previously registered in her mind, and she flinched back with shock. The towel lay at his feet and his huge fleshy monster of a lusty cock stood up at a rigid forty-five degree angle, its giant slowly reddening head only a few inches from her face. Liz smoothed the skirt of her dress across the tops of her beautifully shaped legs. Her hands played nervously with a strand of loose auburn hair that fell carelessly across her cheek. She tried to keep her eyes away from him, to resist the overwhelming desire to gaze directly upon the satiny bronzed skin of his large chest smoothly tapering down to his flattened waist and belly, but she could not. Around his asscheeks was the white band of his skin hidden from the sun by bathing trunks, accentuating his thighs. Liz's mouth went dry and she tingled with a warmly rippling sensuality as he shifted his weight and bent toward the table by the bed where his drink remained half-finished.

"I guess there's no need to bother Pa about all this," his voice trailed off as he faced away a moment, turning his protruding rigid prick away from her. "But listen, Mom. You and I are human, too. We can't let other people just walk all over us, having the times of their lives and letting us sit off on the sidelines and suffer. You can wait forever, you know. Waiting doesn't work."