Mom dated off and on through my grade school years, and married Kevin when I was in the sixth grade.  He’s the closest thing I’ve ever really had to having a “real” father, and he makes Mom happy, so it’s all cool.  I really do think of him more as “Daddy” than as Kevin.  I’m 19 now, and living at home with Mom and Daddy while I go to community college for a physical therapy assistant program.

Anyway, back to the story.  Sandi and Tim live in New Mexico, and we live in Wyoming, and Mom’s been jonesing about the wedding longer than Sandi has!  She really wanted to be involved in all the planning and stuff, and she’s made several trips down there to help out over the past few months.  I’ve been stuck at school, so I couldn’t go.  That’s OK – I’m only going to be a bridesmaid.  Sandi’s best friend down there is going to be her Maid of Honor.  Whatever.

Well, the wedding day was approaching and we were all going to head down for it (duh – like we could miss it?).  Mom was freaking over the last minute details, and decided to go down early.  She’d fly down like she did for all her other trips, and we’d drive down to meet her there later in the week.  After the wedding, we three would take a “road trip” vacation on our way back to Wyoming.

So the day finally came for me and Kevin to load up the car and head south.  I love taking road trips, ‘cause we always take the old Caddy convertible – it’s huge and steers like a boat, but there’s nothing but room in it, and on pretty days the top comes down and it’s like flying across the prairie!  Today was a pretty day, and we were both dressed for comfort.  I’m a “skirt girl,” so I had on my traveling skirt, and a t-shirt.  Daddy was in a t-shirt and shorts.  I settled in to the front seat and put my sunglasses on.

We got out on the highway, and I sat back and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my face, arms, and legs, and the breeze in my hair.  Daddy and I talked about our first day on the road, and he reminded me I’d need to help him with the driving.  No prob!  I told him I was going to relax for a while.  I snuggled into the seat, pulled my i-pod out and put the earbuds in.  After a little bit the sun’s warmth made me relax even more, and I fell asleep.

I felt a little chilly a bit later, and started to stir a bit.  I kind of came half awake, and realized the sun had gone behind some clouds, and it was a lot cooler all of a sudden.  Still drowsy, I looked down and saw my nipples poking through my t-shirt from the chill.  I also realized the wind had blown my skirt around a bit, and I was showing a lot of my thighs to the world!  I also noticed that Daddy had one hand in his lap and was taking quick looks in my direction.  I decided to pretend I was still asleep, but only stirring – I wanted to see what was going on.  I knew he couldn’t see my eyelids cracked open through my sunglasses.

I snuggled back into the seat, and turned towards him a little bit in the process.  I know my skirt rode up a little bit more, and I wondered if he could see my panties.  I started breathing deeply again, and watched him through slitted eyes.  Pretty soon he was taking longer looks at me, and I wondered how he was staying on the highway!  I also noticed his hand move from his lap, and I saw the head of his thing sticking out of the leg of his shorts… he was rubbing it gently as he watched me sleep! 

I felt a warmth fill me – a heat start burning in my belly.  It wasn’t right, Daddy stroking himself looking at me, but it was still starting to turn me on.  I decided it was time to “wake up,” and to put an end to this for now. 

I stirred, and began to stretch as though I were just awakening.  Daddy quickly pulled the leg of his shorts down, and looked over as though he had just realized I was in the car with him.  I pulled my earbuds out.  “Have a good nap?” he asked.  “Yeah, I think so – what time is it?”  He told me we’d been on the road about three hours, and we’d be stopping for gas and a driver change soon.  I said that was OK, and went back to watching the scenery pass by until he got off the highway and pulled into a gas station.

He filled the tank, and I went in to use the rest room and buy a Coke.  Kevin headed towards the men’s room while I was in line with the drink, and tossed the car keys to me.  “I’ll be out in a minute – your turn to drive” he said.

We got back out on the highway and headed south again, this time with me at the wheel.  Daddy said he was going to “catch some z’s” this time, and he settled in to the passenger seat.  I put my earbuds back in, and was listening to my tunes as we rocketed down the road. 

Even though I tried, I couldn’t get the picture of Daddy stroking himself out of my mind.  The warmth of the sun combined with the warmth in my belly, and I felt flushed – as though my entire body was sunburned or blushing violently.  I looked sideways at him, and saw that he had fallen asleep.  I thought about his… thing.  I wondered how big it was.  I was sure it hadn’t been completely hard as he had rubbed it while watching me in the car.

I tried to push the thoughts out of my head, but could feel the moisture starting to build between my legs.  I snuck another glance at him, and decided to risk it.  I put my hand up under my skirt, pulled aside my panties, and traced the outline of my lips with one finger.  I was soaking wet!  Knowing I couldn’t risk his seeing me do that as I had seen him, I rearranged my panties and focused on driving… as much as I could.

The rest of the day went pretty uneventfully – with Daddy taking the wheel back from me just after lunch, and keeping it for the remainder of the day.  The sun was low in the sky when we pulled into the parking lot of the motel where we had reservations for the night.  We registered, put our things into our room, and headed out to find some dinner.

We wound up in an oriental restaurant (it was almost the only choice in town that wasn’t “fast food”) and ordered our food.  Daddy also ordered a bottle of wine, and neither of us objected when they brought us two glasses.  We sipped the wine as we waited for our food, and talked about the next day’s trip.  Daddy kept squirming in his seat, and I asked him what was wrong.  “I’m just a little stiff, I guess” he replied.  “I don’t usually spend that much time in a day sitting in one place.”  “Too bad the motel doesn’t have a sauna or a whirlpool” I said.  “Maybe the motel tomorrow will have one.”

We finished dinner and drove back to the motel.  We decided to get ready for bed, and watch some TV before going to sleep for the night.  I went into the bathroom to change into my pajamas, and when I came out, Daddy was already in his bed with the covers pulled up over his lap.  I could see he didn’t have a shirt on, but I wasn’t sure about the rest.  He had CSI: Miami turned on, and I hopped into my bed and started watching too.

He kept moving around in the bed, seemingly unable to get comfortable.  “Daddy, you’re really distracting, moving around like that.  I can’t follow the story” I told him.  He replied, “Sorry, but my back is really stiffening up after today’s drive and I can’t sit still for long.”  I told him “Roll over on your belly and I’ll rub your shoulders.  Maybe that will help.”  He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, and slowly rolled over in the bed.  The sheet and blanket were up over his legs and lower back.

I moved over to his bed and sat alongside him.  I started rubbing his shoulders, and could feel real knots in his muscles.  “Wow, you’re tight,” I said.  He just grunted and winced a little bit when I was too rough on his shoulder.  I continued to rub his shoulders, and began on his upper back.  He began to breathe more deeply, and I could feel his muscles start to relax under my fingers.

I noticed I was having trouble working on the side of his back that was further away from me, so I said “Dad, I’m going to straddle your back so I can get enough leverage on both sides of your back.”  He just grunted in reply, although I could feel him tense up as I put my leg over his body and rested my bottom on top of his.  I continued to rub his upper back and shoulders and told him he had to continue to try to relax.  In time he began to loosen up again, and I could feel his buns loosen up under me.

It was then I remembered what had happened in the car earlier in the day.  How he had watched me “sleeping,” and had rubbed himself.  I began to get that warm, flushed feeling in my belly again as I rubbed lower and lower on his back, and as my buns rubbed back and forth on his.  I could feel the warmth building inside me, and started to smell my scent.  I hoped he hadn’t noticed yet.

I continued to rub down his back to his lower back, moving my body so I was now straddling his thighs instead of his buns.  My fingers continued to trace lower and lower on his back, and I pulled the sheet and blanket down some to expose more of his skin.  Mystery solved – he was wearing boxer shorts.  I flushed even more than I already had.  As my hands and fingers started to work on his butt cheeks through his boxers, he said “Thanks, sweetie.  I think that’s great.”  I continued to rub his lower back and buns.  “Dad, my teachers all say you have to make sure your patients maintain balance in their bodies.  I think I really need to work on your chest and abdomen as well as your back.  It’s time for you to turn over, please.”

I raised my body off his legs, and he slowly turned over.  I could tell he was feeling better, but was still stiff and uncomfortable.  I straddled his lower abdomen, and began to work on his shoulders and upper chest.  He looked at me and away from me – I tried not to stare at him in return, but I felt like his eyes were becoming more and more focused on my breasts… I could feel them swaying back and forth as I worked on his chest.  I could also feel my buns rubbing on his lower abdomen as I moved to exert more or less pressure on his chest.

And then it happened.  As I was settling back, I felt him begin to grow and get hard.  I began to feel pressure from him pushing up the blanket into my buns, pushing at the panties under my t-shirt.  I felt the heat rising in me even more, and I knew he must be able to see my excitement in my eyes.  If he couldn’t smell me, my scent, then he must not have any remaining sense of smell!

I put my eyes on the headboard over him, and began to grind my buns into him as I continued to rub his shoulders, his chest, his nipples.  I could hear his breathing become more ragged, and I could feel him tensing up under me.  I forgot about telling him to relax, and just continued to grind into him, feeling his hardness poking at my cheeks through my panties.  At some point, I felt his hands on my thighs, holding me, caressing me, and guiding me as I slid back and forth along his body.

I kept this up until I saw his eyes clench closed, and felt his hardness jerking against my bottom.  I continued to rub his chest as his breathing returned to normal… I leaned forward to kiss his forehead, and then got up and dashed into the bathroom.

What had I done?  What would Mom and Sandi think?  I had just dry-humped my stepdad in his bed!  My mind was reeling, my body was burning hot, and I was dripping wet.  I sat in the bathroom for what seemed like forever, until my anxiety had lessened.  I still didn’t know what to do, but I knew I couldn’t stay in the bathroom all night.  I opened the door a crack, and looked out.  Daddy was still in his bed, but in the glow of the light from the TV, it looked like he was asleep.  I wondered what he thought of me now…

With many confusing and conflicting thoughts swirling in my head, I slipped into my bed and hit the remote to turn off the TV.  I didn’t imagine I’d get much sleep with everything going through my mind.  As I tossed and turned, waiting for unconsciousness to arrive, I noticed that Daddy seemed to be sleeping very deeply and peacefully…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  "I heard mom tell you to take care of me...and to stay out of trouble."  She said with a playful smile as she stared down at me.  "Promise you'll always take good care of me?"  She asked, suggesting that this was just the beginning.  I just nodded, still in a mild state of disbelief.  "I want to do the same for you..."  She went on.  "...I'll always take care of you...and make sure that you're happy."  I watched her fingers dance around the hem of her shirt.  I could see her confidence and trust growing by the second as she lifted it slowly.  "Starting today..."  I had seen her in a bikini a few times before over the summer, but this was different.  As she pulled her shirt up, slowly revealing herself to me, I could see how much she had changed in the few short months since.  She shook her hair free of it as she lifted the shirt over her head, revealing a light pink bra, cupping her pert breasts perfectly.  There were subtle little bumps where her nipples were.  I stared for a few seconds before meeting her eyes again.  

I stood up, stepping closer until her chest brushed mine, my fingers creeping over her hips.  She lifted herself up on her toes and met me as I leaned down to kiss her, my hand moving up over her bare back.  The kiss started out soft, more loving than passionate, but the passion builded steadily until we were lost in another amazing kiss.  It was what every kiss should be like, boiling over with love and lust together.  My other hand slipped down over the back of her skirt, and she lifted one leg, leaning into me as she curled it around mine.  My hand moved down under her thigh, and the other followed her.  

"Let's go back to my room."  She whispered into the kiss.  She leaned into me more, letting me lift her carefully until her legs were wrapped around my waist.  We never broke the kiss as I carried her up the stairs and into her room.  By the time we go there we were kissing so wildly, it was a wonder either of us could breathe.  "On the bed."  She said frantically, her lips never leaving mine.  I backed up to the bed and sat down, leaning back and pulling her down with me.  There was a little smacking sound as she sat up, straddling my waist.  

"Now...what was the first thing he said I did that made me so slutty?"  She asked with a little giggle.  She never talked like this, but I could tell that she enjoyed testing it.  I shrugged, staring up at her with a little smile.

"Well he only really hinted about how good you were going down on him."  I admitted.  It was such a turn-on the way her eyes lit up when I mentioned it.  She giggled, leaning over me again, pushing my shirt up over my chest as she ran her hands over me. 

"I've never done anything like that."  She confessed with another little giggle.  "But you're about to find out just how good I am."  She grinned wide, wiggling her hips as she scooted down my legs, pushing my shirt higher.  I lifted my arms to let her pull it over my head as she kissed down the side of my neck.  "Would you like that?"  She asked seductively.  I arched my neck, sighing a yes.  She was beginning to moan softly against my skin as she worked her way lower, still testing new words she had probably never even thought.  "Can I suck your cock?  I've wanted to for so long."  This was a new side of her that neither of us had ever seen.  I could tell she was loving it as much as I was.  She didn't wait for me to answer, and I don't think I could have if I wanted to.  I was speechless.

My breathing was shaky as her lips sunk lower, her tongue tracing a little line down to my belly button.  She had my pants undone easily.  I lifted my hips to let her tug them to my knees.  Never in my life had I been as hard as I was now.  She stopped kissing when she got to the waistband of my boxers.  She looked up at me with a devilish little smile as she curled her fingers beneath the waistband.  "I've never seen a real cock before..." she told me in her sweetest little voice.  It was obviously that she had just discovered her first little kink in dirty talk.  She went on, "I can't wait to taste it...to feel it against my tongue."  Her eyes were locked on mine as she tugged my boxers down to my knees and let me kick them to the floor.  "And then later..." she bit her bottom lip, hesitating as she continued to test more new words, her eyes still seductively on mine "...later...to feel it slipping into my tight little pussy."  She couldn't hide her smile.  Our stare didn't falter as she took my cock in her hand, running it softly up and down over the shaft.  She finally looked down at it, tentatively touching the tip with her tongue.  She licked her lips before stroking the underside of my shaft with her tongue, swirling it around the head when she reached it.  I leaned back further as she brushed her hair aside, wanting me to watch.  Her grip tightened just a bit as she continued stroking me.  I could feel her lips now making their way over the head, her tongue teasing more precum from the slit.  Slowly and carefully she sunk lower until her lips met her hand.  They were about half way down my shaft when she came back up, sucking lightly.  She began to bob her head slowly at first, concentrating hard as she sucked her first cock.  Her fingers slipped down and started kneading my balls gently, and her other hand took a lock of her hair, dragging it up and down the rest of my shaft where her lips couldn't reach.  She picked up the pace, her head bouncing faster and faster as she wrapped the lock of soft hair around me.  She must have been planning this all night.  

It wasn't long at all before I felt that familiar tingling spreading through my body.  "Sis...I'm...I'm close."  I warned her, but she didn't slow down.  She just moaned, sending a subtle vibration through my shaft.  "I'm...going...to...cum."  I warned her again just seconds before it happened.  Her lips tightened around me and she sucked hard as i thrust my hips forward uncontrollably.  I could feel my cock pulsing against her lips as I unloaded in her mouth.  She kept sucking, her lips tight around the head, coaxing every last drop out of me.  I could barely keep myself from falling back, but kept myself up on my elbows as she carefully pulled her lips from me, making sure she didn't spill a drop.  She smiled proudly up at me as she played with the cum in her mouth, moving it over her tongue before swallowing it.  

"Did I do good?!"  She asked excitedly, as if she'd just done something like paint a picture or bake a cake.  I lifted myself up, pulling her to me to kiss her.

"That was amazing...you did so good."  I kissed her again.  "Now it's your turn."  I smiled, patting the bed next to me.  Her eyes were immediately glazed over with lust again as she hurried to her back next to me.  I rolled over, kissing her more as one hand slipped up her thigh, disappearing under her skirt.  She was starting to moan again, which only turned me on more.  I did just as she had done and began kissing down her neck, slipping the straps of her bra down over her shoulders.  She arched her back and reached behind it, unhooking the bra and pulling it out of the way with surprising grace.  "Mmmm yes...suck my tits big brother."  She started with the dirty talk again as my lips closed over her little pink nipple.  Her tits were perfect.  There was no need for a bra to hold them up, they were so perky.  The nipples were like little pink pencil erasers.  I sucked each one happily, teasing them with my tongue.  As I moved lower I remembered the hand under her skirt.  My fingers crept between her legs, rubbing her through her panties.  She was getting wetter and wetter as I pulled the crotch aside, my finger touching her virgin slit for the first time.  My kisses moved lower and I lifted her skirt with one hand as one finger of the other slipped past her lips.  Her moans were growing louder and more frequent as I fingered her slowly.  

"Please don't stop...please...kiss it...kiss my pussy."  She begged, lifting her hips, trying to get my lips to move lower.  I lifted my head, smiling up at her as i pulled her panties down.  She was completely shaved, her lips so soft and bare.  "What do you think?"  She asked seductively.  "I shaved it this morning, just for you...do you like my little shaved pussy?"  She teased, knowing just how much I loved hearing her say these things that nobody has ever heard her say.  She had turned into a completely different girl.  

  I felt her fingers brushing through my hair, her nails lightly scratching my scalp as I lowered my head.  I kissed her little mound once, then lightly traced her slit with my tongue.  She was loving it, her petite hips lifting each time my lips would part from her.  I stroked her again with my tongue, letting it part her lips, her moans coaxing me on.  She lifted both feet onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for me.  Her tight pussy lips spread just slightly with them, and I reached up with one hand, parting them wider.  It didn't take long for me to find her clit with my tongue.  She was moaning uncontrollably now, her hips moving in little circles as my tongue teased her.  I started to really get into it, closing my lips over her mound, sucking her clit wildly, stopping every now and then to finger her for a few seconds before going back to lick and suck and kiss.  By the time she was ready to cum her fingers were twisted in my hair, pushing my face down between her legs begging me to eat her pussy.  With no warning at all, she was sent over the edge.  Her back arched and her hips began to buck, and I didn't stop until I sensed the swell of her orgasm fading.  She was soaked, and I did what I could to lick her clean.  By the time I finally looked back up at her face she was heaving, her naked chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Oh...my...god..." was all she could manage to say at first.  "That was so nice...I've never felt anything like that." She didn't have to try hard to make me proud.  I felt pretty good about giving her such a powerful orgasm.  "This is going to be such a good day."  She giggled, turning on her side as i lied down next to her.  

"Hopefully it will go on longer than a day!"  I laughed, leaning in to kiss her lips once.  "Can you imagine how much fun we'll have, now that we're so...close?"  it was the only word I could think of, but 'close' didn't do it justice.  We were more than close.  We were new best friends, suddenly passionately in love and giddy about it.  

"Hey...do you..." her eyes were wide and her voice was quiet again.  She bit her bottom lip, which I was really starting to love, and smiled slightly.  "...do you want to...to fuck me?"  Her sweet, innocent voice saying such naughty things sent a shock down my spine.  She was smiling wide, waiting for me to answer.  

"Yeah..." I whispered, nodding, "...yeah, if you want me to."  My smile was just as wide as hers.  The truth was that I had been thinking about nothing else all night.  It was always there in the back of my mind, but I never thought it would actually happen.  She nodded quickly and rolled closer to me, half lying on me now with one leg slung over mine.

"Yeah, I want you to...to fuck me." she whispered with an excited smile, toying with the word again as she leaded down, kissing me lightly.  She carefully moved herself over until she was lying on top of me.  My hand slipped back down, disappearing under her skirt again, moving over her perfect little ass, kneading it lightly as we began kissing again.  Her legs parted again as she sat up, lifting the front of her skirt from between us.  She was sitting directly over my cock, which was solid again.  "Does that feel nice?" she asked as she began rocking back and forth, my cock pressed between  us, her wet pussy lips hugging the shaft.  

"Hmm yes...so good."  I hissed, arching my back as she straddled me.  She pushed herself up onto her knees, unzipping the back of her skirt and tossing it aside.  With one hand she took my cock, soaked in her juices and began stroking softly.  She looked down, placing the head to her pussy lips.  Smiling sweetly, she looked up to my eyes.

"Ready?"  She didn't wait for an answer before lowering herself slowly onto me.  We both watched as the head parted her lips and sunk in slowly.  The shaft disappeared inch by inch as she carefully moved downward.  She closed her eyes, arching her head back and sighing loudly as I went deeper.  "Mmmmm god Evan you feel so...mmmm."  The movement stopped when we felt just a hint of resistance.  She closed her eyes tight and finished it, letting me take her virginity as she collapsed over me with a whimper.  I could feel her shivering for a few seconds as I hugged her tightly, knowing there was nothing to do but wait for the paint to subside.  I knew it was gone when she lifted her head from my chest and kissed me deeply.  She sat up enough to look straight into my eyes, the smile returning to her lips.  "I love you big brother..." she said so sweetly, "...now fuck me."  Her tone changed immediately, so full of lust as she began rocking her hips.  My hands went to them as she started to bounce, my cock sliding in and out easily.  You would have though we had been doing this for years, we moved so naturally together and in perfect synch.  Her pert little tits bounced with her as we picked up the rhythm, the room filled with our moans and sighs.  We both began to climax together quickly, and she started moaning things like "Mmmm yes!  Fuck me Evan!  Fuck your little slut sister!  Cum inside of me!"  And it didn't take much begging either.  Our bodies both began to shutter at the same time.  I thrust my hips up, burying my cock deep inside of her just as she came.  Less than a second later I was filling her pussy, thrust deep as i came with her.  

She collapsed again, her warm breasts heaving against my chest, our breathing sharp and rapid together.  We lied there, catching our breath, my arms wrapped tight around her until we were both calm enough to speak again.  

We both blurted out "I have the best brother in the world." and "I have the best sister in the world." simultaneously.  Together we lied there, naked with each other, kissing and talking about how things were going to be so different now, thinking of all the things that were left to discover together. 

I bent over, picked up the baggie, and sat on the end of the bed as the realization hit me that my son was smoking dope.  I opened the baggie and saw one rolled joint, some papers, and with a sniff, I confirmed about two ounces of fairly decent quality pot.  I knew this from my own experiences as a teenager.  But I also knew what I was doing, or maybe I just got lucky.

I found myself wishing my husband was as good a father as he was a provider.  A workaholic, he quickly moved up the corporate food chain to the position of regional director.  It meant his traveling over an eight state region checking on other stores.  In addition, when he was home, he rarely got home before 10 o’clock at night.  No, I knew I would have to take care of this, even if I didn’t want to.  I took the baggie and put it in drawer in my dresser and went about my household chores.

I actually got quiet a bit done with my mind preoccupied.  I tried to go through every possible thing that could come up from my talk with Keith.  Somewhere along the way, I found myself giving in to the thoughts that he wasn’t a bad kid, just like I wasn’t, and maybe if he was just careful, things would be all right.  However, I knew as a parent I couldn’t do that.  Maybe an older sibling could, like my sister did for me, but not his Mom.  No I would have to be firm with Keith and let him know that smoking pot was unacceptable.

I had some time before Keith got home from wrestling practice and took the opportunity for a quick shower.  Opening the drawer for clean underwear, I saw the baggie.  I opened it up and took a sniff.  I fished out the joint in the bag and checked my son’s rolling ability, if he was the one that actually did it.  It seemed satisfactory and without thinking, I placed it to my lips as I had so many times in my younger and wilder days.  I was caught by surprise when I heard the door close and Keith announcing his arrival. 

“I’ll be down in a bit, sweetie.  Just finishing up with a shower,” I hollered out the door.

I put the joint back, closed the bag, and exchanged it for a pair of silky panties and a matching bra.  I quickly dressed and went downstairs.  I found Keith with a jug of Gatorade watching TV in the family room. 

“How was practice?”

“Not too bad,” Keith replied while surfing through the channels.  “Is it okay if I go over to Steve’s later?”

“Well, actually I was hoping we could spend the evening together.  Maybe get something to eat and then back here to watch TV or something,” I suggested trying not to give away my hidden agenda.

“Sure,” my son replied with the utmost lack of enthusiasm.  “Do I need to change?”

I could see Keith’s hair was wet, so I knew he had taken a shower after practice.  The jeans he wore were not his best, but at least it wasn’t one of the pairs with holes he loves to wear.  The ones that I am sure make people think I don’t have enough money to properly dress my child.  A T-shirt with some popular logo on it clung to Keith’s upper torso.  The wrestling training was paying off in the body department for Keith.  He wasn’t overly muscular, but well toned and defined.  I actually began to wonder why they didn’t make guys that looked like that when I was in high school.

“No.  I think you look just fine.”

The meal was uneventfully normal.  Small talk about school and wrestling, and me trying desperately to figure out just how I was going to bring up the subject I really needed to.  The ride home was conversation free, with Keith selecting a radio station playing the latest in hip-hop (so the jingle said) and adjusting my car stereo so that it made the speakers actually vibrate with the songs.

It was about 7:30 when we got back to the house.  Keith slinked into the family room and popped on the TV and started going through the channels.  I fidgeted a bit and then sat down.

“Anything you want to see?”  Keith asked.

“No, not really,” I replied.

I got up and made my way to the living room where the bar is.  I poured a shot and downed it quickly, letting the burn wash over me.  I then sauntered up the stairs, opened the drawer, and withdrew the baggie.  Back down the stairs and another quick shot and I was back in the family room.

“Keith,” I said as I walked into the room.  “We need to talk about this,” I said holding up the baggie. 

Keith turned to look at me and focussed in on what I was holding.  He took it from my hands, almost as if to make himself believe that I had been holding it.  I took a seat on the chair to the side of the sofa he was sitting on.

“Want to tell me about that?”

“What do you want to know?” he asked back.

“I assume it is yours,” I asked and received a nod in reply.

“How long have you been doing this?”  I queried.

“A few months I guess.”

That would make sense.  About the same length of time that he had been buddy-buddy with Steven. 

“Why do you do it?”  I wanted to know.

“It just sort of takes the edge of, you know,” Keith explained looking up at me.  “No, you wouldn’t know.  I forget, you and Dad are perfect.”

The comment put me on the defensive.  I lost all track of my game plan to regain a sense of self that I hadn’t even lost.

“I know more than you give me credit for.  I know that isn’t the best weed I’ve ever smelt,” I retorted trying to show that I did know something.

“How do you know that?”  Keith asked.

“Well let’s just say I wasn’t always perfect,” I replied, apparently with the help of two large shots of whiskey.

“So you smoked pot before,” Keith asked with a sort of ‘I don’t believe it’ look on his face.

It was my turn to just nod in place of a spoken admission.

“So you know it’s no big deal, right?”

His words took me back to my own thoughts earlier in the day.  I knew what I was supposed to say; it just felt hypocritical at the moment.  But I was the parent.

“We’re not here to talk about me and my past, we’re here to talk about you and now.  And you here and now should not be smoking dope,” I said in my best lecture voice.

Keith didn’t miss a beat and replied as if I had said mostly nothing at all.  “So it was okay for you to take a toke or two, but not me, right?”

“That’s not the issue.  There is more to it,” I tried in a persuasive voice.

“Like?” my son asked.

“Like pot being a gateway drug, and doing it responsibly.”

“Did you go on to other drugs?”

“No,” I answered truthfully.

“So what made you so much more responsible than me?  Don’t you trust me?”

“It’s not a matter of trust.  I mean it is, but it isn’t.  It’s a matter of, well, guidance.  To have someone show you what is alright and what isn’t,” I explained to a blank stare.  “To keep you out of trouble.”

“So who guided you?”

Shit, this was not going like it was supposed to.  I never imagined that this would get turned around like it was.  And now, there was no way I was going to tell my son the things that his aunt and me used to do.

“Someone I trusted,” I finally answered.

“So it would be okay as long as I do it with someone I trust?”  Keith reasoned.

“Keith, as your mother, I have to tell you that smoking dope is wrong,” I lectured before looking at the floor and continuing.  “But I can’t watch you 24 hours of the day, so yes, if you are going to do it, make sure someone you trust is watching your back.”

“Cool.  I pick you,” Keith said with a sudden grin.

“What?”  I almost screamed.

“Who could be more responsible than you.  And who could I trust more?”

“But, Keith, smoking pot is wrong.  Besides it’s been years since I’ve done that,” I answered not sure I even believed what I was saying.

“But you want to.  I know you do,” Keith shot back.

“What makes you say that, oh wise one?”  I asked with a chuckle.

A smile spread over Keith’s face and he held up the baggie, “Your lipstick on this joint is a fair indicator.  Besides, I can see things too.  I’m not blind or stupid.  Maybe you just need to take the edge off too.”

Damn it.  How did he get to be so smart?  And they say smoking pot makes you dumb.  The bad part is he was right.  I had been so wound up that I guess the only person I had been fooling was myself.  I was going through a period of my life where everything was either stressful or depressing.  I watched as Keith stood up and made his way to the sliding glass door that led out to the deck.

“Come on Miss Responsible.  Time for you to take the edge off,” he said before walking out the door.

I sat for a couple of minutes to regroup.  Here I was, trying to be a good parent and teach my son about the evils of smoking pot.  Instead he turns the conversation on me to the point that I basically give him permission to do just that.  To make matters worse he looks right into my soul to see how miserable I really am.  Maybe if I just….     Ohhhh, that smell

My 15 year old son is on our deck smoking a joint right now.  I get up, planning to tell him to put it out, but stop as I reach the door.  Lynrd Skynrd said it best, ‘that smell will mystify you.’  For just the briefest of moments, I was a teenager again.  Confused, sacred and wanting so much that I couldn’t have.  Then I caught my reflection in the sliding glass door and remembered I wasn’t a teenager, I was an adult and a parent with responsibilities.

I strode out the door and walked quickly to where Keith was sitting, the joint in his hand.  I reached down and took it from him.  I was about to walk away and get rid of it when I looked over at him.  He had a not so sheepish grin on his face.  He looked…happy.  I looked down at the rolled weed in my hand and then back at my son.

“You know you want to,” was all he whispered.

Not only did I want to, I needed to.  I needed to know if I could rekindle some of those old feelings and sensations.  Without a second thought I brought the joint to my lips and took a small toke.  The smoke was fairly harsh as it burned into my lungs in a similar way the whiskey had my stomach.  I was glad I didn’t choke and just before I was ready to let it out, I handed it back to Keith, who was looking at me very wide eyed.  I turned quickly and walked back into the house, feeling the very first sign of a high.

“Mom, are you okay?”  Keith called after me.  I didn’t answer but returned to the deck in short order.

“Here,” I said handing him a bottle of cold beer, “Use this to chase it down.  Makes it not so bad in your throat,” I suggested, taking a drink from my own bottle.

Keith took a hit, held the smoke, passed the joint and I waited to see him exhale and take a drink from the bottle before doing the same myself.  In short order, we had gone through two joints and four beers and had moved from the deck to a couple of lounges beside the pool.

“So, young man.  Any love interests in your life?”  I asked while gazing at a sky full of stars.

“I’ve got lots of interests,” Keith said.  “Just seems they don’t have any interest in me.”

“Well trust me.  That will change in a year or so.  Then you won’t be able to keep them out of your pants,” I giggled.

“Mom!?!?”  Keith gasped in surprise.

“What’s the matter?  You think it’s just guys that think like that?”  I asked.

“Yeah.  Not that I know, but it seems girls just don’t look at it the same as guys.”

"Girls, and some guys, do look at it different.  Some don’t like it, for whatever reason, maybe bad experiences in the past or abuse, some put up with it like it is expected, and then some can’t get it out of their heads,” I tried to explain.

“So which one are you, Mom?”

“Depends.”

“On what?” he wanted to know.

“When?  Now or when I was younger?”

“Both,” he said with a grin you could hear in his voice.

“Well there is the difference between what you have and what you want.  That sort of sums up the now,” I told him.

“I don’t get it.”

I tried to put it into terms my young son could understand.  “Let’s say you want a Ferrari.  You want one real bad.  It’s all you think about.  Maybe you had the opportunity to drive one a few times, but it wasn’t yours to take for a drive anytime you wanted.  But what you did have was an old VW bug.  It’s an import, but not a sports car.  It’ll get you where you want to go, but maybe not in the way you would like to get there.  Understand?”

“Yeah.  I get it.  You’re buying me a Ferrari for my birthday,” Keith said with a laugh.  “No, I think I understand.”

“Trust me, you will fully understand after you bang your first Ferrari,” I told my son, suddenly feeling a bit flushed from the pot, booze and conversation.  “How ‘bout a swim?”

“Sure, let me go change,” Keith said.

“Change?  Who you going to be when you come back?”  I responded with a laugh.

I grabbed two more beers and rolled another smoke and was in the pool by the time Keith returned.  I know the alcohol and pot was having it’s usual effect on me and it didn’t help when Keith walked to the side of the pool in a swimsuit that I must have bought for him a year ago judging from how tight it was.

“Is that a big joint in your pocket or you just glad to see me,” I said before realizing the double meaning of my statement.  I could feel myself blushing slightly, but not enough to take my eyes of my maturing son.

“Funny,” Keith replied, “Which suit are you wearing?”

“I don’t think you’ve seen this one before, or at least I don’t think you have,” I replied.

“Really?  Show me.”

I took a deep breath and pulled myself out of the water.  The look on my son’s face was precious.  His mouth dropped open and his tongue almost fell out as he stared at his naked Mom.

“You like?”  I asked.

“You’re right,” stammered, “I haven’t seen that before.”

I enjoyed the fact that my son couldn’t take his eyes off of my body.  It turned me on regardless of the fact that it was wrong.  But how much wrong could I be?  I had already smoked pot with my son, what harm could a little more naughtiness be.  I dried myself off, picked up the joint, and lit it.  I stood next to Keith and passed it to him as I picked up a beer and tossed some of it back.  I waited until he had a lungful of smoke and his eyes full of my swaying boobs.

“You like them?”  I asked.  He held his smoke and nodded his head.

“Go ahead and touch them.  You know you want to,” I teased using the same line on my son that he had used earlier on me. 

Keith passed the joint and I thrust my 38DDs towards his eager, if not awkward hands.  As I held the smoke, Keith explored my tits with his hands.  It was an exciting touch, even if he didn’t know what he was doing. 

“I got an idea,” I told my son after blowing out the acrid smoke.  “Take a toke and while you hold it, put your lips over my nipple so you can suck and lick on it.  Then when you are ready to exhale, let me know.”

Keith didn’t speak, but took the bud from me and took a pull.  His mouth very quickly found a nipple and latched on.  What he lost in style was more than made up with his enthusiasm.  He sucked and licked until he finally had to exhale and lifted his head.

I held the back of his neck and brought his face to mine.  I placed my mouth to his and with my tongue parting his lips, sucked the smoke from him and into me.  At the same time, I let my tongue play with his and pulled him closer to me.  At 15, Keith was already taller than my 5”6” frame and his head tilted down to meet me.  As we kissed, I felt his hands begin to roam over my back to my ass.  I returned the opportunity until my hand found the front of his swimsuit.

I broke off the kiss and moved back slightly without moving my hand.

“My God, Keith.  What do you have in there?”  I asked as I palmed the bulge in his swimsuit.

“Why?  Is something wrong with it?” he asked with obvious concern.

“Oh, no.  I surely don’t think so.  But it sure seems like it wants to come out and play,” I replied while using my fingertips to trace the length of his hard shaft.  “Do you mind?”  I asked as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his swimsuit.

Keith shook his head and for the first time, his eyes left my body as he watched what I was doing.  I had to be careful.  It was difficult to get the tight suit over what looked to be a promising find.  I ended up pulling the swimsuit away and placing my hand around his bare cock so I could slide the suit down without hurting my son.  Once clear I knelt down and moved the waistband down to his ankles.  This left me at eye level with my son’s raging cock.

“Is it okay?”  Keith asked, still concerned.

“Fuck yeah it is,” I replied.  “I bet the girls love this.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Keith replied quietly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.  You mean to tell me you have this magnificent piece of manhood here and you haven’t used it to make some girl extremely happy,” I asked without looking up.

“No, never,” my suddenly shy son responded.  “You’re the first girl, ah, woman, to ever..”

“Not even a blow job?”  I asked curiously watching the clear drops of precum leaking out.

“No.”

I grasped my son’s hard cock and pumped it a few times until there was enough pre-cum that it would start to string soon.

“Care to find out how it is?”  I asked, throwing all caution into the wind.

“Huh?”  Keith responded.

I didn’t wait any longer for a yes or no answer from him.  His cock was doing all the talking and ‘it’ clearly wanted a blow job.  I let my tongue slip from my mouth and carefully licked at the salty fluid.  It was extremely satisfying to hear the groan from my son as he felt the first tongue on his young cock. 

I let my hand reach under and feel Keith’s heavy balls.  They were heavy and tight and obviously full of cum that wanted out very badly.  I knew better than to tease him too much and pursed my lips and let my son’s cock slide between my lips.  An almost painful groan escaped from his mouth as I worked my way down the shaft, letting my tongue dance as I felt his cock reach the back of my throat.  I could feel me starting to gag slightly and pulled back.

“Oh, shit,” Keith replied.

I worked my way back down his hard shaft and then back to the head where I licked, sucked and slurped like the wanton slut I was becoming for my son’s cock.  I looked up to see Keith looking down at me.  It made me wild with desire to make him cum, a task his balls felt up to performing in short order.

I kept my eyes glued on my son’s face as I let his cock fuck my mouth.  Like most men, and apparently by instinct, Keith’s hands soon found my head.  He didn’t guide me, but it was clear he had no intention of letting me stop until he was done.  I let a finger from the hand on his balls slip to the ‘taint’ spot between his ball sac and his asshole.  I gently rubbed to further stimulate his prostate.

Keith’s eyes got wide as he watched and spoke.  “Oh, shit Mom.  Mom I’m going to…to”

He didn’t know what words to use, but I knew what he wanted and needed.  I simply kept sucking up and down and nodded my encouragement at him.  Within seconds I felt his cock swell and his balls shrink in my hand. 

I moved my mouth to the head, went to work on the sensitive spot underneath, and used my other hand to stroke what wasn’t in my mouth.  With his hands on my head, I watched as Keith’s eyes shut and his head rolled back.  With a slight ‘oh, fuck’ escaping from his lips, he launched his first load of cum into my waiting mouth.

He shot hard and fast, with the first two strings going straight down my throat without the need for me to swallow.  I kept pumping and sucking and swallowing until his cock stopped spewing cum and only jerked from his rapid heartbeat.  I didn’t want to stop, but I could tell Keith was over-sensitive from my activities.  With a groan of my own, I finally let my son’s cock slip from my mouth.

I looked up to see Keith looking at me again, his face a cross between excitement and confusion.

“That was,” my son began to say.

“Fucking great,” I finished for him.

“Yeah.  But..” he trailed off.

“But what?”  I asked.  “Didn’t you like it?”

“Oh yeah, I loved it.  But isn’t it wrong for me to like it?  I mean from you?”

“Oh, I don’t know.  I would say no more wrong than for me to sit and smoke dope and drink beer with you,” I replied.

“So now what?”  Keith wanted to know.

I stood up and moved over to the table and picked up the papers and the baggie.

“Now it’s time for a couple of more firsts.  I hope you don’t mind if I smoke while you eat,” I said with a grin that only I understood at that moment.  "You do get the munchies after you smoke don't you?"

Then she realized Adam was supposed to be at a party right now; it was halfway across town and he couldn't have been there more than a half hour if he was back already. She burped drunkenly and decided to check in on him. She staggered down the hallway, feeling her way along the wall, until she came to Adam's door. She wavered there, unsteady, before the hallway stopped spinning enough for her to knock twice. "Adam?"

When he didn't answer, she shrugged and headed back to her room to lie down. She collapsed heavily onto her soft comfy bed, rolling over until she could watch the steamy R-rated movie she'd put on. It was Valentine's Day and she was lonely, and more than a little horny. She was just starting to get back into it, rubbing her pussy through her shorts, when Adam knocked on her door and came in. She propped herself up against the headboard and tried to act as sober as possible.

"Hi Bree. Sorry I didn't answer when you knocked."

"S'okaay."

"When are Mom and Dad gonna be home?"

She coughed and tried to make sure her words came out unslurred. "They shed -

"Linda... broke up with me. She told me right after I drove her to the party, then went to hang out with Keith Whitmoor ." He sarcastically accentuated the last two words; Keith Whitmoor was a football player all the girls seemed to drool over. He had a reputation for being a "hump 'em and dump 'em" kind of guy, but for whatever reason the girls still flocked to him.

"I tolju she was trash! I shwear Adum, one of these days you're gonna lishen to me!" She couldn't help but slur her words a little with that outburst and Adam narrowed his eyes at her, then leaned in to sniff her breath. "Have you been drinking?"

"Yup!" Brianna chirped with a drunken smile. "Wan shum?" She leaned over his edge of the bed, shooting out a hand to steady herself that landed on Adam's inner thigh. She grinned drunkenly, Adam unable to see, and retrieved the half-empty bottle from under her bed. "There we go!"

"No, I'm - Aww, what the hell, gimme that." He swiped the bottle from her, opened it, and put it to his lips. Brianna watched as he drained off several swallows of booze before tilting the bottle back down and coughing lightly, making a sour face as the strong drink burned the back of his throat. "Good ainnit?" Brianna giggled, wavering unsteadily as she propped herself up on one elbow. She collapsed back onto her pillow with a smile as Adam continued to drink from the bottle.

"What kind of a bitch breaksh up with her boyfriend on Valentine's Day?" She hiccupped. "Thash cold. I'd never do that to my boyfriend - if I had one I mean." she frowned.

"Don't call her a bitch Bree." He took another long swig from the bottle, making a face as he swallowed the fiery liquid.

"Dude, she was a total bitch. She never came over to visit, she never called you, you spent a fortune on her and she never got you anything in return, she made you drive her everywhere, and she never gave you any in five months of dating. And she broke up with you on Valentine's Day! I'd call that being a bitch." She poked a finger into his chest with each point, finally resting her hand on her brother's chest when she finished. Adam brushed her hand away and took another long drink from the rapidly emptying bottle, wincing as he swallowed. "Gah! How do you know she didn't give me any?"

Brianna giggled. "I can hear you through the ventsh, moaning her name every night as you jerk off." Adam could feel his face burning as she laughed, slapping his arm drunkenly. "Oh, don't worry Adam, It's okay. I play with myself too you know." Adam unwillingly found himself picturing her lying spreadeagle on her bed as she hungrily fingered herself, and shook his head to get the incredibly erotic image out of his mind. She just laughed drunkenly, knowing the effect her words had had on him. Adam took another long drink from the bottle, finally polishing it off and belching. By now he'd probably had almost as much as Brianna, and it was just starting to kick in.

"Hmm. We're both home alone on Valentine's Day and hard up. This sucks." She frowned, staring at the movie, then grinned at him mischeviously. He glanced back at her with a curious look, then quickly scooted back up against the headboard as she swung a leg over him and straddled him, sitting down a little too heavily on his lap and grinning drunkenly at him. Adam banged his head against the wall as he pulled back to avoid Brianna's drunken kiss. "Ow, dammit Br- OW! What the hell are you doing, Bree?!"

She pulled back, looking wounded. "I just wanted a lil kiss. It's Valentine's Day and I don't have anybody. I'm lonely!" She pouted.

"But I'm your brother!"

She shrugged as if it hardly mattered, emboldened by the knowledge that she was drunk. "It's just a lil kiss, whassa big deal?"

Normally Adam probably would have refused, but he was feeling really hurt and lonely himself after having been dumped by Linda, on Valentine's Day of all days. Combined with the potent alcohol and the assertive boldness of Brianna's advances, he didn't resist when she leaned in a second time and pressed her lips to his gently. Adam was lost in the sensations of her lips against his, momentarily forgetting that she was his sister, and pulled her closer as the kiss continued longer than it should have.

He didn't even notice when the kiss crossed the line from sisterly to a girlfriend kiss, and he forgot to protest when her tongue wedged its way between his lips and she ground herself against him as she invaded his mouth lustily. He found he had placed a hand on her shoulder only when she slid it down to cup her breast. That was enough to break his reverie, and he pushed her away from him. "What the fuck, Bree?" he slurred.

In for a penny, in for a pound, she figured. "What? I just wanna get a little action. And don't tell me you don't want it, because I've sheen the look on your face when I step out of the shower!" She did have him there; Adam couldn't help but think naughty thoughts when she came out that door, dressed in practically nothing. Still...

"But you're my sister!" he protested, his resolve starting to ebb.

"I'm also a girl who's offering you sex." She stared into his eyes, daring him to refuse her.

"But you're still my sister!" he repeated, a little more weakly than before. He had to admit he was severely tempted, but not to her; if he admitted that to Brianna he'd stand no chance of resisting, and he still wasn't sure he wanted to do this. "You're just saying this because you're drunk!"

"Maybe, but I've wanted it for a long time. There've been a lot of nights where I fantasized about you and played with myself as I listened to you jack off in your room. I so just wanted to walk in naked while you were doing it and fuck you senseless, but I never got up the courage. Well now I'm lonely, I'm horny, and I'm sick of just playing with myself while I have to listen to you stroking it only ten feet away. I want you, and I'm gonna have you."

"But-" he began as she peeled off her shirt to expose her jiggling tits, and leaned in to dangle them in his face.

"I know you want them, Adam. It's okay, you can touch them, I want you to." She took his hands and placed them on her naked breasts, giving them a little squeeze over his hands. "Mmm, that feels good baby. You can touch me, it's okay." His resolve was crumbling, and he made no effort to remove his hands when she took her hands off his and placed them on his shoulders. He gazed up at her.

"But this is wrong!" he replied weakly. It was evident in his voice that he wanted this badly, but he didn't think he should.

"Oh come on, I know how horny you get. I can hear you jerking off two, sometimes three times a day. Well guess what, I get horny too. I wanna fuck just as bad as you do. You need some pussy, and I need a good hard cock in me; if we can satisfy each other's needs why should it be wrong?

Adam didn't respond, obviously considering her answer.

"I mean, Linda never gave you any relief, and you're gonna just turn it down when you can have it so easily? C'mon, I know you'd much rather fuck my warm wet pussy every night than your cold dry hand. You can have it if you want. You can have everything," she continued coaxingly. He was still unsure. "But what if-" he began.

"Look, I'm already on the pill for my cycle so we're not gonna be making babies or anything. And nobody needs to know, nobody's gonna find out. I'm just a girl who wants to fuck you, who just happens to be your sister. I don't wanna marry you, I don't wanna make babies, I just want sex. And if nobody will ever find out, then what's the big deal?" Adam's face was awash with the strain of repressed longing, unable to give her a response. Brianna leaned down to whisper into his ear.

"All you have to do is say yes, that's all. It's easy... just say yes and you can have as much sex as you want, whenever you want it. No strings attached. You won't even have to buy me flowers or any of that girlfriend stuff, you'll just come to my room and say 'I wanna fuck' and that's it, you'll get to fuck me. I'm just down the hall, you don't even have to leave the house. You'll never be hard up for sex again."

Evidently that broke the last of his resistance, as after a long moment of consideration he started kneading her tits and took a nipple into his mouth. "Mmmm!" moaned Brianna, gyrating her hips on the obvious bulge in his pants. Adam released her nipple and looked up at her anxiously. "This isn't gonna make things weird or anything is it?"

Brianna laughed, feeling the booze retake control. "Of coursh not. We'll still be brother and sister and everything, we'll just screw each other whenever we want."

"And nobody will ever know?" he asked skeptically.

"Well I dunno. Are you gonna tell anybody?" she asked with a grin. Adam shook his head emphatically. "Well neither am I, and we'll make damn sure Mom and Dad never find out, so I guess you can fuck me without any repercussions, huh? Now suck !" she commanded him, brushing his lips with a nipple. He immediately took it into his mouth and suckled, making Brianna moan.

"Mmm, that's good Adam. Suck on it! Now the other one!" she ordered, turning her body slightly to present him with a second jiggling tit. He took this one into his mouth as well, bringing up a hand to gently squeeze and knead the other. "Ooh, that feels good." She ground herself against his hard on, dry humping him gently as he suckled.

"You have too much on," she declared tipsily, and started pulling the bottom of his T-shirt up his chest. He leaned forward slightly to free the bunch forming at his back, then lifted his arms and released her hardened nipple from his mouth as she yanked the shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. She slid down his body, kissing him passionately and grinding her tits into him. She could feel the wispy thin hairs that were just starting to grow on his chest as they brushed against her tits, and could taste the saltiness of his lips on her tongue. She moaned softly and he moaned back, then gasped sharply as she reached under her and squeezed his bulging cock through his jeans.

She lifted up off of him, biting his lip seductively as she rose, and hopped off the bed to close and lock the door. "Just in case," she whispered, grinning lustily. She sauntered back over to him slowly, pushing her chest forward slightly to show off her tits, then grabbed his feet and rotated him until they were dangling off the bed. "Lie back," she ordered, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. She tugged at the top, sliding his pants down his ass as he lifted his hips off the bed, then past his knees and ankles to drop to the floor. Adam was breathing heavily in anticipation, and she crawled up to kiss him deeply and squeeze his cock through his boxers before she slid

back down, her breath hot on his crotch even through his underwear.

"Let's see what my big brother has in here," she grinned lusciously, sliding a hand underneath the elastic of his underwear to encircle his cock with her fingers. "Oooh!" she squealed like a little girl. "It's so big and hot!" she giggled, then slid down the front of his boxers with her free hand so she could see it. It was big and thick, with little blue veins running down the shaft. It looked almost angry somehow, standing proudly, fleshy red and hot to the touch. He was smooth and completely hairless, which Brianna found she liked to her surprise. "You shave?" she asked him curiously.

His blushed even more furiously than he already was. "Linda, um, told me she liked it... so I did it and hoped she'd, ya know, do it with me."

Brianna looked back down at the angry red cock in her hand, then back up at his face. "I like it." He smiled awkwardly, then moaned loudly as she bent down to lick the head tentatively. "MMM!" she said, licking some of the clear precome off the tip of his dick. "Yummy."

Adam's quiet groans filled the room as she took his dick into her mouth and began to suck him furiously, bobbing her head up and down rapidly. She paused on the occasional upstroke to swirl her tongue around the head, then resumed sucking on him as he moaned uncontrollably, feeling the incredible sensations of a first-class blowjob.

"Oh shit Bree!" he gasped, holding her head in his hands as she rapidly sucked him off. He loved the hot wetness of her mouth on his shaft, alternating with the cool air as she raised her head up to circle her tongue around his head before plunging back down as far as she could. It felt like she was sucking all the blood in his body into his cock, and when he looked down he was greeted by her grinning eyes as she bobbed her head up and down. He shuddered as she started gently kneading his balls, trying to make him come. It didn't take very long; he needed this release.

Her only warning was a shuddering intake of breath before he started squirting shots of salty semen into her mouth. She sucked on him rhythmically, feeling his dick pulse in her mouth as he came, and she found she had to swallow after every couple shots before her mouth filled with his come. The boys she'd sucked off before usually didn't squirt enough for a single mouthful, but apparently Adam came in buckets. She smacked her lips as she finished his final load, sampling the unique taste of boy come once again. She wasn't sure whether she liked the taste itself or not, but she definitely liked the process enough not to mind.

"So," she said as Adam came down from his climax, panting heavily. "Do you wanna eat my pussy first or should we just fuck?" His slightly embarrassed grin told her that sister or not, he was looking forward to getting his cock into her as soon as possible, and she laughed. "Okay, fine, maybe next time." She leaned in close, her breasts jiggling erotically. "And I promise there will be a next time, a lot of next times. I'll probably never get to hear you jerking off through the vents again," she mock pouted. "But I guess we gotta get that hard first, huh?" she teased, pointing at his limp cock dribbling come onto his thigh.

She unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped them, sliding them seductively down her hips and dropping them past her knees, then stepping out one leg at a time and kicking them off. She crawled up onto the bed over him, clad only in little pink panties, then turned her body around so her face was above his softened cock and he was staring up into her panty-covered mound.

"Take them down, Adam." she said softly. He reached up to grasp the elastic band of her panties, and slowly slid it down the curve of her ass until her pussy finally came into view. It was swollen and pink, her pouty lips lightly covered in curly brown hair that still had little drops of dew clinging to them from her arousal. He could smell her musky scent, a powerful smell that made his dick twitch slightly. Brianna, looking down at it as she felt him take down her panties, laughed and lowered her upper body to gently kiss it and lick it.

Finally her panties were stretched between her thighs, down as far as they could go with her straddling him, and Adam wet a finger in his mouth to slide into her. Brianna moaned as he slowly plunged it into her pussy, inch by inch, until it was in up to the knuckle. "Ohh, that's gooood Adam!" Brianna began rocking her hips gently against his finger, fucking herself slightly on it, and Adam started copying her moves, pulling his finger out and plunging it back in. Slowly at first, then faster.

"More!" Brianna cried softly, rocking her hips in time. Adam pulled his finger out of her and wet his middle finger, then slid them both back inside of her. Brianna's moan was even louder, and her rocking increased. Both could hear the delightful squishing as Adam plunged his fingers in and out of Brianna's wet pussy, and could smell her arousal as she got fingerfucked.

It didn't take long before Adam was hard again, and Brianna ordered him to stop, which he did reluctantly. She lowered her pussy to his face.

"Taste," she said simply. He raised his head and licked her open pussy, tasting her juices. He loved it. "Just so you know what to expect next time. But right now I need your cock in me." Brianna pulled her panties up so she could swing her leg back over him, then sat back down on the bed and quickly slid them back off. Adam spun himself around so he could rest his head on her pillow, watching as Brianna climbed on top of him and grabbed his cock.

She leaned back on her knees and positioned him at her entrance, then slid down onto him in one smooth stroke. Adam gasped sharply as he felt his cock slide up into her warm, wet tunnel, and Brianna moaned loudly as she felt him fill her pussy up completely. Both stared into each other's eyes with a look of smoldering lust, wanting to get as much pleasure out of this fuck as possible, as Brianna started rocking back and forth on Adam's cock. She threw back her head and groaned, enjoying how delicious it felt to have her brother's slickened cock sliding in and out of her, and Adam was panting as he got ridden by his horny, lust-driven sister. She stared down into his eyes, bouncing up and down faster and faster. "Do you like how my pussy feels, Adam?Are you glad we did this?Do you like getting fucked by your sister?Do you want me to sneak into your room every night and ride you till you come?Do you want to fuck me every morning in the shower?Wanna feel me come on your cock?Wanna fill my pussy with your come?" she asked him rapidfire, simply to hear herself talk, not waiting for his responses as she rode him.

"Oh God!" was all Adam could say as she fucked him. Just "Oh God!" over and over and over as he bucked his hips into her to meet her downstrokes, then rocked his hips back, hands on her hips but with her controlling all the action. He could feel every soft slippery ripple of her insides as his cock slid wetly in and out of her pussy, her delicate tissues stroking his dick like a million tiny fingers as she pulled up off of him and then slid back down his shaft to lusciously envelop his cock with her warm soft wetness. She could feel every vein and every bump as his hot cock throbbed pleasurably inside of her, plunging deep into her clenching pussy and pressing deliciously against her as she bottomed out on his shaft, then the gentle drag as she lifted off him to do it again. Their bodies made wet slapping sounds as Brianna fucked herself on her brother's stiff cock.

Eventually it got to the point where she was practically slamming herself down onto him, pushing his hips down into the bed, then lifting off of him, then slamming back down onto him again as quickly and forcefully as she could, her head thrown back in ecstacy as she pounded herself onto her brother's swollen dick. One could barely hear the protesting squeaks of the bed and the loud "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" of their bodies colliding over Brianna's high-pitched "OHHH!s" and the deep groans of Adam. They were both covered in a slippery sheen of sweat, yet they continued to fuck ever more energetically.

"OH FUCK YESSSSSS!" hissed Brianna as she pounded herself down onto Adam and shook with her magnificent climax. Her pussy spasmed around his thick cock, rocking her hips and squeezing him rhythmically as she wailed in absolute pleasure. Adam could feel her juices gush around him, dripping down his smooth hairless balls and down the crack of his ass. He looked down and could see her pussy twitching as it spasmed so pleasurably around his cock, and it all worked together to push him over the edge himself. He groaned low like a bull and came, arching his hips up into her as his dick shot out thick streams, his hot come pouring into her in spurts between her rhythmic clenches. She could feel every pulse of his cock as it squirted his come into her and felt every shot hit somewhere deep in her belly, prolonging her own orgasm as well as his. Squeeze, spurt. Squeeze, spurt. Squeeze, spurt. Squeeze, spurt.

Finally it ended, and Brianna collapsed onto Adam's rising and falling chest, panting herself with the exertion of a really good fuck. They just lay there panting for a moment, recovering from their ride with Adam's limp wet cock still in Brianna's soggy pussy, before Brianna swallowed and gasped, "you know, you never did actually say 'yes.'"

"Yes Bree, yes, oh hell fucking yes!" Adam wheezed.

"You want some of that every night? As long as we don't wake up Mom and Dad I mean?" She grinned at her brother, her new boytoy.

"Oh yeah! Just as long as they don't find out."

"Mmm, good." She kissed him softly. "Because if you'd have said no you'd have woken up to me raping you every morning anyway, so it's not like you really got a choice." Adam just laughed.

"Oh God, I'm so glad we finally did it," she sighed. "Now you can have me whenever you want." Brianna laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes, just breathing. "I definitely wanna fuck at least once a night, and once or twice more today before Mom and Dad get home. In fact, as soon as you get hard again you're gonna do me doggystyle." She felt him chuckle, and she didn't have to look up to see Adam's big grin.

"This was by far the best Valentine I ever got," Adam laughed, and Brianna could only smile and agree.

Picture this my dad standing beside the bed me on my knees bent forword sucking his cock and playing with his balls. He open my ass and rub my ass hole and push his fingers in my pusssy and ass. My room smell of pleasure and sounds of sex. For luck was on our side for no one has came home.Im ready to cum baby he said I release his cock. You ready baby to get my cock in your pussy? How you want me I ask doggy style he said we dont have much time I got on the floor and bent over the bed with my upper body laying down on the bed.He got behind me open my legs I turn around to see his cock slowly push in my wet pussy. I grab the bed for it hurt but did not want to stop. Slowly daddy I said ok baby and he slowly rock in and out of my pussy. I started to feel pleasure and my orgaisem was building up again. I reach back to grab his ass to help push him in my pussy. He grab one of my legs and place it on my bed and now I could feel his cock in my stomach slow pace started to pick up and faster and harder. I was scream a liitle but enjoy him fucking me and with this he turn to turbo and rock my pussy. Faster and harder and now I was going crazy and came so fast and hard. He knew and said OK baby Im going to com and with one deeep push he pull out and shot his load on my ass hole but not in. I laid there for my pussy was beatin so  hard and was big as a Orange. I felt ever shot of cum and the sound of my dad gruntin. He rub his cum around my ass and then on my hole. He bent down and kiss me I want to fuck you all the time it our secret baby and left the room.........

I will leave it at that so you can Imagine the rest. I hope you enjoyed

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We all ate dinner together and chatted about our plans for the summer. Catie always enjoyed coming to visit my parents because they treated her like a little angel since they had never had a daughter of their own. It kinda pissed me off how much they went out of their way to please her. My aunt and uncle were a little wealthier, and she acted somewhat snobby which also added to my dislike of her. I had to admit, she was turning out to be cute as hell though.

The next day my parents took Catie shopping, probably to buy her whatever her little heart desired. I slept in, enjoying the beginning of a long summer. I woke up and ate some toast for breakfast while I watched TV. I was pretty horny so I decided to jerk off since I had the house to myself. I went to my usual material of an old Victoria's secret magazine. The pictures of bras and panties made me want to touch one, run my cock against it I went down the hall to the guest room my bratty cousin was now inhabiting. I could smell the sweet scent of a teenage girl, a mix of perfume, body lotion, and hair spray. I opened up the first couple of drawers in the bureau next to her bed. The first two were just pants and shirts, cute little shorts and tiny t-shirts. The next drawer was filled with socks and an assortment of underwear. She had a couple of regular cotton bras that were uninteresting. There was one bra that was a little sexier, it was small, red and lacy. I pulled my cock out and ran it against the cool, soft fabric of her bra. It felt great against my sensitive member, and caused it to grow even more. I then picked up the matching pair of panties, also rubbing the lacy material against my dick. I went through the rest of her underwear but they were just normal cotton panties that a young teenage girl would wear. To my amazement hidden beneath the underwear I found a small vibrator, a pocket rocket. It smelled of pussy and made my dick even harder, I imagined her using it on her tiny pussy. I took the panties with me back to my room and used them to stroke my cock until I came. I got a little drop of cum on the crotch of her panties, which I wiped off so she wouldn't notice. It turned me on to think of my cum being so close to her little cunt. I cleaned up and replaced her underwear in her drawer.

That night after dinner I was taking a shower and I heard a frantic knock on the bathroom door. “Its me, I really have to pee” Catie squealed from behind the door. “Its open, come in” I reluctantly told her even though I wanted to make her hold it. I could see her enter the bathroom, as she sat down on the toilet I peeked through the shower curtain to get a better look. I could see her perfectly in the mirror across from the shower without her being able to see me. I watched as she pulled down her jeans and panties in one motion and sat down on the toilet. I could see her perfectly tanned and skinny legs part slightly as she began to pee. I could see her tiny white cotton panties bunched up at her ankles, but I could just barely see her hairless slit. I heard the stream of piss hitting the toilet, and a groan of relief from his cousin. She wiped herself and dressed, after she washed her hands she thanked me and left. I finished up my shower and prepared to go out for the evening.

I returned home around 2 in the morning, both my parents were sound asleep. I had never gotten in any trouble and received good grades so they trusted me to stay out late. As I walked up the stairs I noticed a light was on in the guest room where my cousin was. I looked in the door and saw that she was in bed reading a book.

“Hey Mark, did you have a good night”, Catie asked in a sweet voice.

“Yup, just hung out with some friends” I replied from the doorway. I was feeling pretty drunk and didn't feel like being bothered by this brat.

“Why don't you come in and talk, I can't sleep and my book is boring.”

I didn't have a good excuse to refuse her and I didn't want her to tell my parents I was being a dick and then they would hassle me. I took of my shoes and threw them in the hall, entering her room I sat down on the bed next to her. We talked for awhile about what my parents had bought her and how bitchy some of the girls at school were. I grew a little irritated at her meaningless rambling and her snotty attitude. She saw me shiver due to the cold air from the air conditioner and invited me under the covers to get warm. I was cold and wanted to lay back to I agreed. I laid next to her resting my head next to hers on the pillow, we were very close since it was a single bed. As I lifted the covers I noticed she was wearing a tiny pair of white shorts and a small white t-shirt that revealed a thin strip of tanned belly. I warmed up quickly being under the covers and next to her body. She turned off the light next to her bed, leaving the room dimly lit by the light in the hallway. Catie continued her monologue of whining and gossip which I barely responded to. In my drunken state I could only think of the supple teenage body that lay next to me, whether or not she was my cousin. I looked over at her incredibly cute face and soft, dirty blond hair. I began to create a plan in my mind of how to take advantage of this young girl, I would punish her for being such a little snot. My mind started to convince itself that she needed to be initiated into sex, and her possession of the vibrator proved she was horny.

“So have you kissed any boys yet Catie” I playfully asked her.

“Not yet, a few have tried but I push them away. Even if I had wanted to kiss them I'm not sure I would be any good at it.” she replied, noticeably blushing.

“I'm sure you would be good, maybe I can give you some pointers.” I couldn't believe the words were actually coming out of my mouth. In the dark I could see her hesitantly nod her head yes. I leaned close to her and softly kissed her on her lips. She giggled and turned her head away, but seconds later brought her lips back to meet mine. We kissed each other on the lips quickly a couple of times and then one longer one. I got brave and tried sticking my tongue into her mouth, once she realized what she was doing she closed her lips tightly and turned her head.

“I don't think we should be doing this Mark, we are cousins and I'm still too young” Catie said to me in her soft voice. I stopped kissing her but kept my head close to her face and my body close to hers. We lay there quietly for a few minutes as I calculated my next move. I put my arm around her waist and leaned towards her neck, where I began to lick my way up to her ear. I slowly moved my hand to slightly rub her small, perky tit.

“What are you doing Mark, stop it.” my cousin squealed as she pushed me away from her. I almost fell off the small bed but I managed to hold onto her with one arm and steady myself.

“I just want to play a little with you” I mockingly said to her. I again placed my hand on her young tit and gave a gentle squeeze, noticing she didn't have a bra on underneath. She resumed her struggle against me, and threatened to scream and tell my parents.

“If you tell my parents, I will tell everyone about your little toy” I whispered in her ear. She stopped moving and was immediately silent, I heard her catch her breath.

“Why were you going through my things? Please don't tell anyone, I'll get in so much trouble. My parents will kill me.” Catie began to plead as tears rolled down her face. I got up and shut her bedroom door, turning on a small night light so I would be able to see her better. I walked over to the bureau and retrieved the tiny dildo from the drawer. I removed my pants and shirt, leaving myself dressed in just boxer briefs which outlined my already hard prick. Even in the dim light I could see fear in her face as I crawled back under the covers. I put the toy on the nightstand next to bed, as I wouldn't be needing it yet. I looked over at my young cousin and admired her beauty.

I started to kiss and lick her neck again, nibbling her ears and thrusting my tongue inside. She didn't make any move to push me off this time, I just heard her softly crying and whispering no. I began massaging both of her small breasts through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. I could feel her nipples harden as a tweaked them, which caused her to inhale quickly. I then kissed from her ears to her lips, and began to softly kiss her. This time when I tried sticking my tongue in she briefly resisted, parting her lips with a sigh. I probed her tiny mouth with my tongue, rubbing it all over the inside of her mouth and around her tongue. She closed her eyes tightly as he assaulted her body, her sobbing becoming less frequent. She had given up but was still disgusted by what her cousin was doing to her.

I stopped kissing my cousin briefly to remove her small, white t-shirt despite her protests. Resuming our kiss, I began to fondle her now naked chest. Her tits weren't big, but they were cute and perky with hard, pink nipples. I was kissing her passionately while she lay there occasionally whimpering and not returning my kiss. I stopped kissing her and moved my mouth down to her nipples, alternating between the two of them. I sucked and gently bit her nipples, causing her to softly sigh. She lay on the bed completely still, in shock at what her older cousin was doing to her. I began to gently rub her pussy through her tiny shorts while I continued sucking her tits. Knowing she wouldn't resist at all, I removed the small pair of soft, cotton shorts. She lifted up her tight little ass so I could remove the shorts, leaving her teenage body completely naked before me. I could see that her pussy was completely hairless except for some light peach fuzz. Catie had fear in her eyes as she watched her cousin ogle her nude body. She had never been naked in front of anyone before except her parents when she was younger or a doctor. It scared her the way Mark greedily gazed at her, now staring at her exposed pussy.

I grabbed the vibrator off the nightstand and handed it to her. I told her I wanted her to show me how she used it, seeing hesitation on her face I threatened to reveal her secret toy to everyone. Catie reluctantly grabbed the dildo and began unenthusiastically rubbing it up and down her slit. I told her to turn it on and show me how she really used it. She turned the small toy on, and left it vibrate on her hairless clit. Even though she tried to fight it, Catie started to get aroused by the vibration of the toy on her clit. I could see her close her eyes as her hips slowly rocked against the dildo. She pressed it tighter against her body softly moaning in pleasure. Catie couldn't believe she was laying next next to her cousin rubbing a vibrator on her clit and she was actually getting turned on.

I instructed her to push the vibrator inside her, causing her to open her eyes and look at me in shock. “I can't do that, I've never done that before” Catie whispered. I took her hand and guided it down and helped her slowly push the dildo inside her. At first it was hard putting it in, but she began to get wet and the toy slid into her. She moaned as feelings of pleasure went through her body. I knelt between her legs and began to lick her clit as I slowly fucked her with the toy. Her pussy smelled so sweet and clean, and I loved rubbing my tongue all over her clit. Her pussy was now getting really wet and the vibrator went in easily, I began fucking her harder and faster with it. I heard her breath start to quicken as I sucked her clit and pushed the small toy in and out of her. “Oh god” Catie said softly between rapid breaths as I felt her pussy tighten around the dildo. Catie began moaning and bucking wildly as she came for the first time in her life. She closed her eyes and pushed against the vibrator, cumming for several seconds. I continued to fuck her pussy with the toy, which was now soaked with her cum.

I pulled off my boxer briefs freeing my hard 8” cock. Catie opened her eyes and began to struggle and plead with me again, telling me she was too young to do what I intended. I ignored her pleas and pinned back her arms, positioning myself over her moist cunt. I started rubbing my cock up and down her slit, lubricating it with her cum. I then slowly inserted my dick into my young cousin, her pussy was so tight around my dick I thought I was going to cum immediately. She grabbed my arms in pain as I plunged my cock into her tight hole. I told her I needed to pop her cherry, and that it might hurt for a minute but she had to go through it. I pushed forward inside her, feeling resistance and I pushed hard forward using all my body weight. Catie screamed and I muffled it with a kiss as I pushed all the way inside her. I started fucking her slowly and as her pain subsided I felt her body relax. My cousin moaned softly as pain turned to pleasure, and her pussy expanded to meet the size of my cock. It felt so good fucking her tight pussy even though I knew it was wrong. I took the dildo and shoved it in her mouth, telling her to suck off her cum. She did willingly, licking it like a lollipop and then sucking it into her tiny mouth. I grabbed her ass and impaled her on my cock as I fucked in and out of her. I felt my balls tighten and suddenly my dick shot loads of cum deep inside her teenage cunt. Catie bucked her hips towards me as she felt the sensation of warm liquid entering her pussy. After what seemed like an hour I stopped cumming and pulled my cock out of her. I quickly put her white cotton panties back on and watched as my cum soaked through them.

“Isn't this how you get pregnant? We learned in health class that a man ejaculates inside a woman, some of the guys called it cumming. Am I going to get pregnant?” Catie asked with fearful eyes. I assured her she probably wouldn't get pregnant and she seemed to calm down. I could see that some of my cum had ran out of her pussy and down to her ass crack, wetting the outside of the panties covering that area. I gave her a kiss on the lips and told her goodnight, gathering my clothes and went to bed satisfied.

Chapter 2 – Lets Go Shopping

The week after our sexual encounter was pretty normal, Catie was the normal bratty cousin. She gloated in the attention and gifts showered on her by my parents, which pissed me off because she was already spoiled. Whenever my parents would chastise me for something in front of her she would make a smart ass comment which would cause both my parents to laugh. I wanted to slap her for humiliating me, and wanted to do the same to my parents for praising her for it. I managed to hold my temper during these times by thinking of how sweet my revenge would be. My perfect opportunity came up when my parents left for the weekend to visit some friends in the city. They told me to look after my little cousin, of course I readily obliged.

Catie wasn't worried about being alone with her cousin, she thought what happened the other night would never happen again. She had to admit it did feel good, especially the feeling of being filled up with hot spunk. Catie was showering the morning her aunt and uncle left town when Mark walked into the bathroom. At first she was startled but he told her he was going to take her shopping. He left the bathroom and Catie figured he was trying to be nice because of what happened the other night. She looked up to her older cousin and knew she couldn't stay mad at him. She also knew he was drunk and from stories knew that people do crazy things under the influence of alcohol. Catie got dressed quickly and met Mark downstairs. They had friendly conversation on the way to the mall. Mark chose the smaller of the malls near him because it was also less crowded, and today it was nearly empty. They walked around the mall together window shopping. Mark bought her lunch at the food court and Catie was surprised at his sudden kindness. Mark suggested that he wanted to buy her some new clothing, but playfully said that he wanted to pick it out for her. Catie happily agreed as she never refused new clothing.

After their meal they walked over to a large department store in the mall. First Mark got her a pair of shiny black shoes with straps over the foot so that the toes were exposed. The shoes had a small heel, which I chose to accentuate her small, firm ass. Next he picked out a very tight blue shirt, which was low cut. After Mark picked up a short plaid skirt Catie was somewhat suspicious, but nonetheless she was thrilled with his generosity and thought nothing of it. Mark then picked up a pair of white knee high stockings that had lace trim around the top. They walked by the underwear section and Mark informed her that guys like sexy underwear, and she should get a pair since to adults were there to stop her. To Catie it seemed like Mark was just including her in a little harmless rebellion against parental rules. Catie told him how all the girls at school talked about thongs, so they picked out a tiny pair of blue silk thongs. Together they chose a matching blue silk bra with lacy parts.

“This outfit is so hot, the guys at school are going to drool over me!” Catie exclaimed. Mark agreed with her and suggested that she try the outfit on before they leave to make sure it fit. Mark waited outside while Catie put on her new outfit. She loved the feel of the silky panties and bra against her private areas. She admired herself in the mirror, wearing only her bra and panties. These were the sexiest underwear she had ever seen, she would have to keep them hidden from her aunt and mother. Catie pulled on the plaid skirt, which fell midway between her hip and knee. She pulled on the t-shirt and again looked at her reflection, she had never worn something so sexy and low-cut. The bra was also small and low-cut so you could see the tops of her young, tanned breasts. Catie once again enjoyed the feel of silky fabric as she pulled on the white knee high stockings, the lace at the top was really sexy too. Finally she put the heels on, giving her an extra inch of height. Her cute, pantyhose covered toes were visible through the open front of the shoes. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time, her cousin had pretty good taste in clothes. Unfortunately if her family caught her wearing it she would be killed, this would be their little secret. Catie left the dressing room and showed Mark her new outfit, he whistled and told her how pretty she looked. Mark suggested she wear the outfit home since no one was home to catch her. Catie agreed it would be one of the rare times she would get to dress like this so she started walking back to the dressing room. Mark followed her into the small room, telling her he was going to help her cut the tags off the clothing since some where in hard to reach spots.

Catie didn't think anything of her cousin accompanying her to the dressing room, he was just there to help, besides she was already dressed. As Catie bent down to pick up her old clothing and put it into a bag Mark admired her gorgeous body, the beautiful patch of tanned skin between the end of her short skirt and the top of her lacy knee highs. Mark used a pocketknife to quickly cut all the tags off the clothing and put them in his pocket so he could present them at the counter to pay.

Mark stepped closer to Catie and hugged her, she hugged him back thinking it a normal family hug. He continued his hug and began to rub her back. He told her how pretty she looked and how much he loved her. She thanked him and told him she loved him too and that he was the best cousin for getting her some new clothes. Mark then began to kiss his young cousin, softly at first and then quite passionately. Catie couldn't believe he was behaving this way again, and in a public place. She was too scared to move or even close her mouth while his tongue probed her. Mark roughly grabbed her tits causing her to gasp. Mark continued kissing his teenage cousin, and put one hand up her skirt to touch her silky thong. Catie's mind raced as she felt her cousin touch her, she knew it was incest and disgusting, but she was also afraid someone would find them. Mark started rubbing her pussy through the thin material of her panties, concentrating on her clit. Catie felt her legs weaken as her pussy began to tingle uncontrollably, Mark held her in one arm as his fingers rubbed her pussy and his tongue ran around her mouth.

Mark walked his cousin over to the small bench in front of the dressing room mirror and sat her down. She looked at him with panic in her eyes as he knelt between her legs. Mark put his head under her skirt and with his tongue pushed aside her thong and began licking her clit. The taste of her hairless, freshly cleaned pussy was delicious and he hungrily ate her out. Catie tried pushing her cousin away but that only made him more forceful. Even though it was so wrong she couldn't deny her arousal. She began softly crying again because her cousin was assaulting her for the second time and out of fear of being discovered by someone in the store. Mark ignored her sobbing and after he felt she was sufficiently made her stand up and face the mirror. He bent her over and placed her elbows on the low bench sitting before the mirror. Her ass was sticking up in the air in front of her older cousin. Mark dropped his pants and lifted her skirt, revealing her thong covered ass. She had a perfect ass, firm and tanned, which looked great against her blue thong. Mark rubbed his hands up her leg, feeling the silkiness of the white knee highs. He pulled aside her thong and began to rub his cock against her slit for the second time. Catie couldn't believe she was going to get fucked again by her cousin.

Catie tried to stifle a moan as he pushed the entire 8” of cock into his young cousin. Mark was pleased to notice that her pussy was well lubricated and soon he is fucking her rapidly. He pushed his cousin down towards the bench giving him a better view of her luscious ass. Mark was impaling the young girl on his large cock and both were breathing rapidly. Grabbing her ass, he began to fuck her faster and harder. Each of their breaths quickened as they both neared orgasm. He felt her pussy contract around his dick which threw him over the edge and he began to cum too. Her pussy made a slurping sound as his dick moved in because of the large amounts of their cum inside her. Once they were both finished cumming, Mark removed his penis and straightened her thong. Neither said a word as they fixed their clothing and left the dressing room.

While walking through the mall Catie felt the eyes of the few men there looking her up and down. She felt really dirty walking around with a pussy full of cum in this short skirt. As Mark walked behind her and enjoyed the view of her ass, he noticed some of their cum running down her leg and getting her thigh highs wet. The two cousins returned home without talking much, but Mark wasn't finished with her yet.

Chapter 3 – A Little Help From A Friend

After arriving at his house Mark invited a friend from school over named Dan. Mark instructed Catie not to change, so she waited in her room with a mix of fear and anticipation. When Dan got there Mark briefed him on the details of the last couple of weeks. The story made his friend excited, and both couldn't wait to have some more fun.

Mark called Catie downstairs and introduced her to Dan. She didn't like the way Dan was looking at her in the short skirt. Mark led the three of them into his parents room and into the adjoining bathroom. There was a large spa bathtub big enough for several people. Mark instructed Catie to lie down in the empty tub after taking her shoes off. Both the boys stripped naked as they gazed at the timid looking young girl lying in the tub. She was still wearing her short plaid skirt, white thigh highs, and tight top. Dan stood next to Catie in the tub and put his dick next to her face, rubbing it on her lips. She screamed and tried to push him away but there was no where to escape. Dan held her nostrils shut, forcing her to open her mouth for air. Once her mouth was open he stuffed his large cock inside her, forcing her to give her first blow job. Mark watched as Dan forced her head back and forth on his cock, occasionally Catie would choke on his cock and cough. Dan began to moan as he felt her small tongue run over his prick. Mike pulled his hard cock out of his pants, and waited till it got limp. He then began to piss on his cousin, first on her chest and then down to her crotch. Catie's shirt and skirt were now wet with his hot piss, she couldn't even move because Dan had her mouth wrapped around his cock. Catie was disgusted by the feeling of the hot pissing soaking into her clothing.

Dan suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth, giving her time to catch her breath. It was quickly replaced by her cousins equally as large prick. Catie started crying for the second time today as she realized the disgusting reality of her humiliation, being raped by her cousin and his friend after being pissed on by her cousin. As the tears fell down her cheeks Dan moved aside her wet thong and started to fuck her pussy. He wasn't as gentle as her cousin was, he roughly shoved his big cock into her tight pussy, causing her to pull the cock out of her mouth to get a large gasp of air. Suddenly Mark's cock grew harder and started shooting cum inside her mouth, he held her head in place so she was forced to swallow it all. After her cousin finished Dan began thrusting harder and faster into her, she then felt him tense up and began shooting his load into her pussy. Moaning loudly Dan finished emptying his balls deep into the young girls cunt. Mark told Catie to wash her clothes she was wearing, take a shower and put back on the panties and bra and join them downstairs. Both boys left the sobbing girl to clean up.

An hour later Catie came downstairs and sat down with the boys who were watching TV, she was freshly showered and had a robe on. The short robe showed off her sexy, skinny legs. The three of them ate a dinner of leftover pizza from the fridge. Mark cleaned up the dinner plates and returned to the room with several glasses and a bottle of liquor. The trio began drinking and in little time all three were pretty drunk from the strong alcohol. Catie was especially drunk since it was the first time she ever drank. She felt really good, all warm and fuzzy and happy. She was no longer upset about the days activities, and when she thought about what happened she was turned on. Catie sat in between the two boys and watched TV, occasionally chatting about the show they were watching.

Catie felt a little dizzy so she decided to lay down across Dan's lap and put her legs across her cousin's lap. As she lay her head on his lap she could feel his cock growing. Catie unzipped Dan's pants and pulled his cock out, holding it in her tiny hands. She then took the head of the cock and started to lick it, working her way down the shaft to his balls. The young girl then sucked his cock into her mouth and started noisily slurping it. She began vigorously sucking Dan off to the amazement of both the boys. As Catie devoured Dan's cock, her cousin took out his cock and started rubbing it against her moist pussy.

“Fuck me again Mark”, Catie said to her cousin and then went back to sucking off Dan. Mark obeyed her wish and pushed her thong string aside and started to fuck her pussy. It was already soaked from the arousal the alcohol and cock in her mouth caused. Mark fucked his cousin with long, hard thrusts. Catie's unashamed moaning was muffled by the big dick she was noisily sucking. Dan pushed her off his cock and told both of them to get up. Dan laid down on the couch and told Catie to start riding him, she readily jumped on his cock, placing it between her lips and sliding down onto it. Mark got behind her on the couch and slowly inserted his lubed up cock into her incredibly tight asshole. Both boys began vigorously double penetrating the young girl who was now screaming and moaning with delight. After fucking the teenager for several minutes, both boys emptied their load inside her. As the boys removed themselves from her, she made sure to lick the cum off of each of their dicks. After cleaning them off Catie bent over the couch and with her fingers started eating their sperm out of her. All three were exhausted and went to sleep on the floor of the living room together. The boys woke up at separate times during the night and fucked Catie again, filling her tiny hole with more sperm.

A day later Mark's parents arrived home and had no clue what had happened in their absence. In the middle of the week Mark's mother had a wedding shower to attend out of town, leaving just Catie, her cousin, and her uncle. Catie ended up getting really horny and going into her uncle's room. At first she pretended like she had a bad dream and wanted to lay next to him. Before her uncle knew what was going on she had his cock in her mouth, greedily sucking away. That night she fucked her uncle and left him cum in her mouth.

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