I told him my concerns.   He just grinned and said they won't say anything, they're in the middle of it.   Besides, if they do, just ignore it.   Well, I guess he was right, if they said anything, they would be admitting to everything that went on, including what they did, not very likely.  He was right, we've known these kids since we started school and they lived near us.

I told Steve not to go anywhere, I had to pee.  When I got back to my room he was sitting on my bed.  I wasn't actually horny, but Steve had a hardon and he was stroking it, slowly, but still stroking it.   I just gently pushed him back on his back and straddled his legs while facing him.   I got his cock in my hands and started rubbing it while cupping and squeezing his balls.   Then I started to tell him how much my friends liked watching him and playing with his cock, they want to come back soon.   As I stroked his cock I moved up a little bit and rubbed the head of his cock on my pussy to get it wet, it's a lot more fun when he's slippery.

The head of his cock felt really hot on my pussy and I guess I was more turned on than I thought, because I got lots of pussy juice on it.  As I was stroking his cock I started talking about how the girls would really like to see his cock shaved and so would I.   We think it would be more fun and it would look bigger.   I got up again and rubbed his cock on my pussy, this got it even wetter and kind of sent a little tingle up my spine as his cock touched my clit as I slid back.

I moved over to the side of Steve, I put a couple of fingers into my pussy and got my pussy juice on them to rub on Steve's cock.  After that I started to lick the head of his cock while gently stoking his balls.  My pussy juice mixed with his precum was delicious, I couldn't believe how much I liked it.  Then I moved his cock further into my mouth as Steve started to move his hips like he was fucking my mouth.  He didn't say anything, but by the sound of his breathing and the stiffness of his legs I know what was going to happen and he started shooting his cum into my mouth.   It was fantastic and hot and creamy and it felt good to let it play on my tongue as I moved it around.   When I was sure he was finished I went ahead and swallowed, Steve fell asleep.

I pulled my covers over him and went into the bathroom.   I didn't want to walk around with a dripping pussy so I washed up a bit.   While washing I did admire my shaved pussy, it really did look sexy like that but I really thought Lisa did something fun with the V.

After cleaning up a bit I looked in on Steve, now he was snoring.   Nothing more to do than go downstairs, I decided to make some tea, I like coffee, but I prefer tea, especially green tea.   I toasted an English muffin and sat at the counter.  It was then that I realized just how long I haven't had on any clothes, it was going to be really not fun to have to get dressed all of the time again.   I just loved the feeling of being like this and then I got startled as the phone rang. 

Before the third ring I picked it up.  It was mom and dad checking on us.  They wanted to know if we were getting along, I told them most of the time.   Mom wanted to know if I was listening to Steve and staying out of trouble, they trust him more than me, I guess it's because he's older.   Mom also said she just got off the phone with the neighbor lady that was watching over us and she said we've been very good, and she could see we were taking care of everything the way we were supposed to.   Mom also told us she was making lasagna today and was going to bring some over for us for our supper.  By the time I got off the phone, Steve was coming down the stairs and asked who it was and I told him.

We decided that today was no friends over and we would catch up on the stuff we wanted to do.  Most of the day was just being naked and doing our normal stuff, it was nice.   I just can't get enough of watching his cock bounce around as he walks.   After lunch he surprised me, he said we should really water the flowers and if we started in the back yard, we wouldn't have to put on any clothes until we went out front.  Just two days ago he didn't want me topless in the back yard, now he wanted to go out naked too.   So we did, it felt good to feel the sun on or naked bodies and I finally noticed what a cute little butt Steve has.

After about an hour and half in the back, Steve said he'd put on some shorts and do the front, that way I wouldn't have to get dressed, he is so nice.   I went upstairs and made our beds, straightend up a little and cleaned the bathroom just in time for Steve to get back in.   When I got downstairs he still had his shorts on and was sitting in a chair in the living room, I couldn't resist, I scolded him and said "no clothes on the furniture, get those off of there now."    He laughed pulled off his shorts and tossed them at me.  I ran over and started to pinch his nipples and as he was fighting me off, playfully, he grabbed my nipples and said he'd squeeze if I didn't stop.   I stopped and sat on his lap, I could feel his cock growing on my ass as I slid around a little bit while he said it wasn't fair, I kept getting him hard.

It was only the second time today, I reminded him that he said he jerked off some times three or four times a day.  He grinned and blushed and said it was pretty cool to not have to jerk off.   He was going to miss all the attention when mom and dad got home.   I told him it wasn't going to stop.   It's summer, they are at work all day except the weekends, so we have five days a week, all day, plus when school starts we have a couple of hours every afternoon.   This doen't have to stop, we just will have to slow down.  Steve said if I didn't stop sliding around on his cock with my ass he was going to cum all over it.  He was right, as I slid off his lap and put his cock in my mouth he started to cum almost immediately.   Since it had only been a few hours, there really wasn't a lot of cum, but I got it anyway.

I told Steve to get up.  Then I sat down and put my legs up on the arms of the chair and asked him if he knew what I wanted.   He didn't answer, he just got on his knees and slowly went from just below my pussy all the way to my clit, licking and sucking the whole way, he looked up and said my pussy really tastes good, he wants to taste my friends, then he went back down to mine.   After a few minutes of just licking and sucking everywhere, he pulled my clit into his mouth and started to suck on it while licking it at the same time.  Then I felt a finger go inside me, that gave me a rush, then a second finger went in and I quivered all over.  It felt good to feel that tightness in my pussy (at this point I didn't have a dildoe and had only felt my own fingers in me).   I wasn't sure if I could handle it, but I wanted more, I told Steve to very carefully put another finger in, almost as soon as he did I started to climax, one massive wave after another as my pussy convulsed on his fingers, by the third orgasm I was pushing his face off my clit, I couldn't take it any more, I was spent.

We both heard it at the same time, a car door slam, I ran for the stairs and Steve scrambled to get his shorts on.  By the time the doorbell rang, I was upstairs and heard the neighbor lady and Steve talking, she was delivering some lasagna.   Steve kept thanking her telling her how much he loves her lasagna.   When she left I came back downstairs and Steve said he hoped she couldn't smell my pussy all over his face, I told him all I could smell was lasagna, don't worry about it.

Everything was back to normal for the rest of the afternoon.  Steve volunteered to fix us a salad to go with the lasagna and I heated it and some garlic toast in the microwave.   We did dishes together, watched TV and went upstairs around 9:30 to get ready for bed.   Steve took his shower first, then I did.   As I was coming out of the bathroom, Steve asked me to come into his room, as I stepped in he asked, "what do you think?"  I asked think about what, he pointed at his cock.   I told him I liked his cock but I liked it better when it was hard.  He looked disappointed and said come over here and look closer.   I did, then it hit me, he shaved the shaft of it and his balls, hardly noticable from a bit of a distance.   I liked it, I really did, I wish he would have done the rest and I told him so.   He insisted one little bit at time, then he asked me if I'd like to try 69.  I'm pretty naive at this point and didn't know what he was talking about.

Steve was nice he stepped me through it and we got into position, it's a good thing I'm short, it worked out great.  I was licking on his balls and stroking his cock while he was nibbling at and sucking on my clit.   Then I felt his fingers start to go in, one at a time until three were in my pussy.   I went from sucking his balls to sucking his cock and rubbing his balls.   I wanted to climax first so he wouldn't lose interest so I ran lots of hot horny stuff through my head until I could feel my pussy tighten on his fingers and then it hit me.   While I was having a terrific orgasm he started to cum, I guess me climaxing drove him over the brink.  

After I got all of his cum we both sat on the side of his bed and he smiled and said it's going to be hard to act like I don't like you when mom and dad get back.   I told him I'm sure I'll be able to do something to piss him off.   He gave me a gentle punch on the arm and said he'd see me in the morning.   We can figure out what we're going to do over breakfast and he's cooking.  He's right, it's going to be hard to act the way we used to torwards each other.   I guess we can just tell them that by being alone together we just started to like each other a little bit.

"Just leave Eileen ok, I just can’t talk to you right now," Mom scowled. I had never seen her so angry.

My sister Eileen slunk out of the room and I heard her bedroom door close shortly after.

"And you, you, I don’t know what to call you Mike, I just can’t talk to you either right now, I’ll just lose it!"

Mom turned away and slammed the door as she left, but even then I couldn’t help looking at where my mom’s skirt had rucked up to display her silken thighs.

I rolled over and started to whimper. I felt disgusted with myself, but at the same time so sexually sated that I was exhausted. I fell asleep that way, my mind spinning with what I had just done with my sister and what the consequences may.

I awoke the next morning surprised to find myself still fully dressed, and a pair of come stained pantyhose beside me on the bed; mom’s pantyhose. Then the events of last night all came flooding back to me; oh my god, what had I done?

I snuck out of my room to shower, hoping like hell not run into my mom or sister; I was so confused and apprehensive, I just couldn’t face either of them. I made a plan to stay in my room mom and sis left for work, it would be better that way, more time to think.

The minutes seemed like hours until Eileen left for work, I watched at the window until I saw her leave. Even though I knew my sister and I had committed the gravest of sins, as my sister walked down the path, head down, my eyes could not help focussing on her sexy pantyhosed legs on display beneath her short skirt. I knew I had caused her a terrible dilemma that could break our already fractured family apart, yet I still fanaticised about our sexual encounters last night. I started rationalising to myself. We hadn’t really committed incest (yes I was now admitting to myself the nature of our sin), as I hadn’t actually entered her with my naked penis; we hadn’t ‘fucked’ in the true sense of the word, had we?

The dreaded knock came on bedroom door about fifteen minutes after Eileen had left for work. I was in a cold sweat, hoping my mother would at least give me the day to prepare for our encounter. I had fantasised about leaving home, running away, and never coming back to face my mom and have to explain my perversions. I just felt so ashamed and unable to explain the lust that had lead to last night’s abhorrent behaviour. But deep inside I was still seething with the ecstasy that I had experienced; the exquisite feel of my cock on my mom’s nyloned legs and the aftermath of sexual frenzy that I had experienced with my sister as she at first resisted, then capitulated to my base desires.

"Mike, It’s mom, we really need to talk," she called to me through the door.

"Mom, I’m just so sorry, I can’t talk to you, I’m such a bad son and a worthless brother," I croaked.

"Let me in Mike, we need to talk son," my mom insisted.

I dragged myself away from the chair by the window on leaden feet, dreading this encounter. I unlatched and open the door. Mom was dressed for work, her pristine white nurse’s uniform complemented by her white nylons and white nurse’s shoes. Although her shoes were ‘flats’, they somehow helped define her thighs and the calves that were on display below the hem of the skirt that came to just above her knees. I couldn’t help but admire her, she was stunning in my eyes, her makeup as usual was heavier than expected of someone in her profession, but it accentuated her sexiness, almost making her a caricature of the nurses seen in porno magazines and movies.

"Mom, I’m so sorry," I whispered as she entered.

"I just, I just," I couldn’t finish the sentence.

"We need to talk Mike," she half whispered, she started to cry and led me to the chair that was next to my study table.

I sat down and I felt all of my energy drain from me. I felt depleted of all energy and will. I was determined however to take full responsibility for my actions and tell mom everything. I would not let my sister take any blame for what I had done. Sure she had become a willing participant in our deviant encounter, but only after I had forced her.

Mom remained standing in front of me, and still my eyes drifted to her silken nyloned calves and then up to her thighs. I felt a further disgust directed at my wanton lust. I cleared my head and began:

"It was all my fault mom,"

"I forced Eileen to do what you saw. It’s all my fault and I won’t blame you if throw me out on the street."

"I let you down," I sobbed.

"Dad is in jail, I’m the ‘man of the house’ and now I fucked it all up by doing what I did to my sister."

"I’m so sorry," I sobbed.

"But it wasn’t just your sister was it?" mom stated in a firm voice.

"Eileen told me what she saw when she came home," she said.

"You were doing things to me while I was asleep, weren’t you?"

"Oh mom I’m so sorry," I whispered, "I, I, I, Just couldn’t help myself."

"Well son, can you explain to me why you did what you did?" mom asked sounding genuinely concerned.

I told her, I let it all out. I went on to explain my sexual desires and fetish. How, for as long as I could remember, I have had a fetish for nylon stockings and pantyhose. How once she and my sister had damaged and discarded their nylons I would retrieve them from the trash and alone in my room I would enact my pantyhose fantasies. How I would wear them, sniff them, and wank in them, all of my panty and pantyhose perversions. I told my mom that I could not resist the sight, feel, and smell of nylons.

I then told my mother how I felt being constantly surrounded by two sexy women wearing sheer pantyhose and short dresses or skirts. That when they sat around the house with their skirts hiked up or legs akimbo that I just had to retire to my room to take my pleasure with a pair of their discarded pantyhose or nylon panties that I had stolen from the wash-basket.

"Oh Mike, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you had these feelings for your sister and me. I’ll talk to Eileen tonight and explain it all. I don’t know what I’m going to do about what happened between you and her though; you know what you did was not only morally wrong, It was illegal."

"There is only one thing for it. It will have to be our family secret; you must never tell anyone, ever, ok?"

"Of course mom, I promise," I whispered.

"And Eileen will have to be convinced of the same. That only leaves me, and of course I’m not going to say anything. I will not have my family split up"

"So there Mike, we can just put this nasty episode behind us ok?"

My mom smiled sweetly and I realised how much I loved her. But even then, with al this going on my eyes drifted to the hem of her skirt and her silken thighs. My mom’s eyes followed mine and I knew she had seen what I was looking at. She frowned.

"Take a shower Mike, get ready for college. I’ve a phone call to make then I’ll drive you, ok son?" she smiled.

"Ok mom," I said, and bounded off the bed and down the hall to the bathroom.

Everything was going to be ok, I thought to myself. We just won’t talk about what happened last night and things will return back to normal. I stripped off and got under a warm shower. As I soaped my cock and balls a tingle started and I couldn’t help but stroke my hardening cock I was thinking about how I had climbed on my sister and dry fucked her through her pantyhose and panties.

I couldn’t help myself I still had my fetish. I turned off the water and climbed out the shower, drying myself on the towel. Then I went exploring in the washing basket. Bingo! I found the pantyhose mom had been wearing last night. I pulled them out of the basket and put them to my face. I felt the sheer nylon caress my face and smelt the faint aroma of my mother’s vagina in the crotch of the hose.

My cock was now hard and I lowered the pantyhose down to it. I opened the hose and pulled one leg over my cock and started to wank slowly. The feeling of the sheer nylon of my mother’s pantyhose on the nerve endings of my erect member was exquisite. I forced myself not to speed up the slow, deliberate, movements of my right hand wanking my hardon. With my left hand I gathered up the rest of the silky garment and began to slowly massage my balls. My thoughts now were of the earlier part of last night, how I had slid my cock up and down my mother’s silken calves, clad in these very silken sheer pantyhose.

Then I heard my mother’s voice, distant but loud enough to bring me out of my reverie. She was on the phone in her bedroom, I decided I better stop my wanton pleasure and get ready for college or mom would be suspicious. That wouldn’t do now that It looked like I was going to get away with what was virtually the rape of my sister, and certainly incest with both her and mom, (even though mom didn’t know what I had done to her).

I threw my discarded clothes into the wash basket on top of the pantyhose I had been wanking into. After years of masturbating with my mom’s and sister’s nylon panties and pantyhose, I knew how to replace the garments so that they would not be suspicious. Although my sister Eileen had said she had noticed come stains in hers. I would have to be careful in future I though. I may have agreed not to engage in incest but I had no intention of giving up my fetish.

I left the bathroom doing up my shave coat, a ratty robe I only wore to and from the bathroom for the sake of modesty. As I passed mother’s room I overheard her talking softly into the phone,

"He’s only 18 doctor but he’s matured so fast. No I can’t tell you about it on the phone that’s why I want to make an appointment for me and him to see you as soon as possible!"

"Look you worked wonders with my depression when my husband went into prison, now I need you to help with a family crisis."

"No it’s mainly Mike and these depraved sexual urges he is having. I’ll explain it all to you before he goes in to see you, but you must keep it to yourself!"

"I know I have your word as my doctor, but what Mike’s been doing is pretty debauched. Ok then, we’ll be there in an hour, Mike thinks I’m taking him to college. Bye."

The fucking bitch! My mother the fucking bitch! My blood was boiling at this betrayal. I flung open the door just as my mom was hanging up. She was sitting on the bed next to the telephone on the nightstand. I stormed into the room and pushed her hard on her shoulders forcing her to fall back on the bed.

"You fucking bitch mom! You swore we would tell no one!"

She whimpered, I could see the fear in her face, "Mike its for the best. I have to get you some help if you are going to stay in same house with me and your sister."

"But you promised! We would all just say nothing, tell no one, and that would be it!"

"But Mike you need help!" she cried again.

Now I noticed how she had landed when I pushed her back on the bed. The hem of her white nurse’s uniform had ridden up and her legs were slightly parted. I could see her sexy sheer pantyhosed thighs tightly stretching the white cotton skirt. I felt my cock begin to harden and I looked into her face. Her makeup had started to smear because she was crying, the mascara darkening her eyes even more. My god she looked even sexier, sluttish in her pose, with her piled on makeup, dishevelled, and her skirt rucked up; she looked vulnerable. She looked fuckable !

"Oh I need help alright mom," I hissed.

"I need fucking help, the same kind of help sis gave me last night."

"So mommy are you going to help your son with this problem," I whispered harshly and opened my shave coat to reveal my hard throbbing cock to my mother.

"Mike! Son! No!" she screamed. "You can’t, please, cover yourself; I’m your mother for god sake!"

I was through talking; looking at her lying helpless on her bed only made me more aroused. As I leapt on her, my shave coat flew open, and I landed on top of her. I stretched her arms out and pinned her beneath me. I had landed directly on top of her with my legs between hers; my erect penis pushed against the cotton hem of her skirt and my face hovered over hers.

"Please Mike, stop this now, please have some respect for your mother," she whispered into my face only inches from hers.

Her breath was sweet, and looking into her sexy blue eyes and ruby lipsticked lips, I knew I couldn’t stop myself. I lowered my face onto hers and kissed her lips. She kept them tightly closed, but the taste of her lipstick and the feel of her fully clothed body against my almost naked body only inflamed my passions. I sighed and tried to force my tongue between her lips. My mother responded by squirming beneath me and wriggling to get free.

This was a disastrous mistake for my mother as her writhing caused her skirt to ride up further and my hard cock to come into contact with her pantyhosed thigh. I hung on to her, allowing her to move beneath me thus causing her nyloned leg to rub against my turgid penis. The feeling of her gossamer nylons on my cock was electrifying; along with the feel of her breasts inside her crisp white nurse’s uniform rubbing on my chest I was intoxicated with passion. The thought of finally consummating my deeply held secret passions for my mom in her uniform and pantyhose drove me to the peak of my desires.

"That’s it mommy, fight me if you want. You know my sister did at first, but she soon changed her mind," I whispered in her ear.

Then my mother realised what I was doing, holding on to her and allowing her struggle to inflame my passion. She lay still and looked me in the eyes.

"Well take what you want Mike. I won’t fight any more because I think that’s what you want. But remember you will have to live with consequences after," she whimpered.

I lowered my lips to hers and as they touched I whispered, "Fuck the consequences!"

I mashed my lips on hers and forced my tongue into her mouth. She didn’t respond but she didn’t fight either. Her lying prone and not offering any response at all only served to inflame me to greater passions. I put my hand between her legs and positioned my cock over her panty and pantyhose covered pussy and started to thrust slowly against her. I then eased my cock between the nylon gusset of her panties and the gossamer thin nylon of her sheer to the waist pantyhose covering her pussy. My cock was in a silken trap, caressed between her nylon panties and her hot cunt covered by her pantyhose.

I continued to kiss my mother as I humped her panty crotch, my cock was like a living thing, the sensation was so magnificent, better than anything I ever felt when masturbating, or even with my sister last night. I could feel the outline of my mom’s pussy lips through the hose and adjusted myself so my cock was between them. My precum was lubricating the nylon so I couldn’t tell if mom was aroused but she continued to lie there unresponsive.

I reached down with my hand and put a fingernail against the nylon covering her cunt and pushed until I felt the pantyhose tear. Still my mother didn’t move so I pushed forward with my hips. The tip of my cock forced its way through the hole in her pantyhose and was nestled in her pussy lips against the entrance to her cunt. I pushed forward again slowly but firmly and felt the head of my cock enter her. My mother grunted as my cock went inside her, but other than a flinch she made no effort to stop me. My mind was racing. I was fucking my mom! NO! I was raping my mom!

I pushed in further and found resistance. She was dry! It was obvious my mom was not going to capitulate and become a willing participant. I started a slow thrusting movement hardly moving my cock at all, just enough to get my precum lubricating my cock as I entered her further, millimetre by millimetre. We must have looked a sight, my mom lying on the bed her legs apart and her arms above her head held there by my free hand. Her skirt rucked up around her waist and her sheer nylon encased legs wide with me between them slowly humping and forcing my kisses on her, her heavy makeup smeared making her look like a whore.

Eventually I was fully inside her and my balls came to rest against the silken gusset of her panties that had been pushed aside to allow my entry. I was fighting off my orgasm; having to enter her slowly had helped. My precum had lubricated my mom’s cunt enough to enable my cock to fully penetrate her, but she was still very tight. My head was spinning with desire now and I knew the inevitable would happen soon, regardless of how slowly I fucked her.

I released the hold on her hands and lifted her silken pantyhosed legs up and around me. Mom didn’t fight; she hadn’t said a word other than the grunt as I entered her. She was just like a rag doll. Tears streamed slowly down her face and her eyes were closed. I shucked off the shave coat all the way so that I was fully naked and could feel the gauzy nylon of her pantyhose legs on my back and thighs. I pulled back my throbbing cock all the way and thrusted deeply into her, once, twice, three times. Each time I did, she grunted with the force of my thrusts. On the third thrust I pushed in as far as I could and rubbed my balls on her panty-ass and concentrated on the feel of her silken nylon legs against me. I exploded; torrents of come seemed to explode out my cock. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful.

I shuddered and groaned for what seemed like an eternity as I filled my mother with my hot seed. Eventually I came down from the plateaux of ecstasy and opened my eyes. I found myself looking at my mother’s icy blue eyes; they were devoid of emotion. She just stared up at me.

 

 

To be continued………………….

     a couple minutes later i made a decision in my head that i would touch my bros cock and see wht he did so i touched him cock and rubed it and then my bro started kissing me and i kissed back acouple minutes later we were making out naked then i got on top of him and slid his 8'' cock in my tight pussy then it came to my hymen and he said are u sure and i said yes so i went down quickly and it hurt so bad but it soon wore off and we fuck for a long long time then after this we laid down next to each other and kissed i told him i loved him and wanted to have his baby and he said that would be an honor.

plz be nice and leave comments this is my first story.

 

Chris’s husband is a dry drunk and does not go into the bars. Chris likes a drink now and again so she planed to take me out for a drink. Dale was happy to let us go out for a few. I had planed to meet Dreams at Big Al’s. Now that Chris was going along how could I explain meeting another woman.

 

Chris would get horny as hell when she had a few drinks.  After two drinks Chris started to tell me that Dale had lost his sex drive and she never got any cock anymore.  I kept looking for Dreams to walk in and Chris noticed. I told Chris that my wife was not very active also, and it had been three months since we had sex.  Chris asked me if I would be shocked if she had a boyfriend. I said no and asked if she would be shocked if I found a lover to night.

 

Chris excused herself to the lady’s room and I noticed how much she looked like what Dreams said she looked like. Everything was there but the red dress that she said she would be wearing and glasses. Midnight came and went and I lost hope in meeting my date. I asked Chris she was ready to leave, she asked me if I was not going to pick up a lady. I told Chris that I planed to meet a blind date but that she was in my Dreams Only. Chris grabbed my arm and said did you just say Dreams Only. I said yes that is her online handle. Chris said I’ll be back in a few minutes. Chris walked back in the door ten minutes later wearing a red dress and glasses. I about fell off my bar stool.

 

We took each other in our arms and kissed a lovers kiss. Chris asked me if I was still planning to spend the night at her house. I said no that I still had my motel rented.

 

We went to the motel and made love until 4am.

 

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“The little slut” he murmured.  “Your mother is far too lenient with you.”  He slipped out the front door and saw three young men jumping the back fence, two of them were black.  Carol should have been in school hours ago.  His assumptions changed to robbery.  Daren was no hero and had no thoughts of chasing them.  If anything was taken, the insurance companies would handle it.  He went back into the house.

 

In retrospect, he should have recognized the sounds of sobbing, despite the muffled nature.  It was not at all what he had expected when he opened the bedroom door.  In the center of the room with the sunlight highlighting her body she was naked on her knees and secured in a sort of restraint frame.  He should have rushed to her, covered her with a blanket from the bed, released her and held her and comforted her, but the scene was so strange, so erotic he froze and stared.

 

The frame that held her was a simple affair with small padded triangular pedestal forced up against pubic bone to keep her ass raised in position.  A wide strap around her waist held her in place.  She was sobbing almost silently. Another strap held her shoulders to a padded horizontal bar.  Her eyes were covered and her face was buried in a padded ring like one might see attached to a massage table.  Her shoulders were at least ten inches lower than her hips, but the face pad was tilted upward, holding her head back between her shoulder blades.  The arrangement forced her to keep her back arched.  Two more straps around her legs just above the knees pulled her legs forward and slightly apart.  The frame appeared to have been designed to keep its captive comfortable, and yet helpless.  With her back arched and knees forward, her pussy lips stood out proudly.  Like it or not, she was presenting herself.

 

He had not seen her naked since she was an infant.  Even changing her diapers her pussy had not caught his attention as it did now.  The smooth plump labia that the onset of puberty had not yet begun to cover with hair were parted slightly by the position of her legs.  They showed no signs of sexual arousal.  A stain on the carpet between he knees indicated that she had obviously been filled, probably several times.  He thought of the three boys he had seen running away when he had come home unexpectedly.  He tore his eyes away from his naked young daughter and looked around the room; a shirt, carelessly forgotten on the edge of the bed.  A tan ski mask and a bottle of Vaseline hand lotion and water standing on the hardwood floor leading from the bathroom. Slowly in his mind the events began to take shape.

 

He and his wife had both left for work early, leaving her alone to get ready for school.  It was the normal routine.  Somehow the boys had gotten in, probably set up their contraption and waited for her to step out of the shower.  They had grabbed her and drug her out of the bathroom.  She had probably struggled, but there were three of them, young men and much stronger than her.  They had forced her down onto the restraint frame.  With each strap that they secured her with, the fight had changed to pleading and sobbing.  Once they had her subdued, and her eyes covered they had stripped and gone to work on her.

 

Only now did he drop to his haunches and see the end of the rubber dildo sticking out of her mouth, held in place by a strap around the back of her head.  It had served two purposes:  It had silenced her screams and could be used during the intercourse to force a gag response.  Gagging, like coughing, sneezing or vomiting caused the vaginal muscles to spasm.  Forcing it into the back of her mouth possibly even down her throat would tighten her cunt enhancing their sensation during the intercourse.  It probably also caused her to buck violently against the straps that held her in position for fucking.  He had seen three of them.  Surely they had each used her at least once.  In this position, the semen could not have poured out of her.  The wetness on the floor was caused by overflow.

 

It was unlikely that they had intended to leave their equipment behind.  His unexpected arrival had interrupted their activities, but it was probable that they were almost finished with her anyway.  Most young boys can ejaculate twice.  A small young vagina would not hold sixty ccs of semen.

 

His attention turned again to the young body.  He noted the bruises on the budding breasts where the boys had been a little to rough with their groping.  He looked at her nipples that were still just candy kiss shaped cones and had not been sucked into shape by men attempting to arouse her and prepare her pussy.  Her hips were only slightly wider than her waist.  It had only been about seven mounts ago that his wife had told him that she had had her first period.  She was fertile, but obviously her body was not yet developed enough to handle pregnancy.  The thought caused him to wonder about the depth of her vagina.  They had appeared to be young boys, her age, possibly younger, certainly not much older.  Probably their penises had not done her any real damage.  He wondered if the first boy had even noticed when he ripped her hymen.

 

They had covered her eyes and strapped her down.  They had pumped the yellow liquid out of the bottle of hand lotion onto her lips; a reasonable substitute for a willing vagina.  Her hands were tied to the pedestal that held her knees a couple inches off the floor.  It was unnecessary.  In that position, her hands were of little use to prevent the penetrations, or free her self, but the restrains stopped her body from moving forward as they pumped her.

 

He could never have imagined himself doing it, but he unbuttoned his shirt and stepped around behind her.  He had been twenty two the first time he got his cock into a woman.  She had been several years older than him.  He had married at twenty seven.  He had never seen a piece of ass this young before.  If he had thought about it, he might have rationalized that it didn’t matter to her.  She had already been gang raped.  One penis more or less could hardly matter to her, but for him this was an opportunity that would never come again.  He didn’t think about it.  His penis had responded the instant he saw her.  He had known from the instant he walked into the room, what was an appropriate reaction for a father.  He didn’t think about that either.

 

She must have heard him undoing his belt, or perhaps the rustle of the denim as he pulled his pants down.  She began to struggle and her cries increased.  He smiled at what he was about to do.  His hands gripped her buttocks and spread them.

 

“Hmmm” she cried out as he moved one hand to the back of her neck and lined up his penis with the other.  She was struggling against the straps the held her hips, but she barely moved a half inch or so.

 

Slowly, deliberately, enjoying every movement, he pushed against her and felt the soft young lips part and engulf his rod.  Semen that the others had left in her squeezed out around his penis as went deeper.  God she was tight.  His wife hadn’t been this tight the first time he mounted her and after Carol was born, he had had to twist around insider to even get off.  His legs were trembling as he slowly began to pump his daughter.  He used her slowly deliberately, enjoying a sensation that he did not know could exist.

 

He bent over her and felt the tiny young breasts and the nipples that were so soft they surprised him.  He wanted to begin bucking violently, but he knew it would be over in seconds if he did and he wanted this to last.

 

The intensity of his arousal robbed him of any control he had left and his hand moved from her breast to her throat and then to the smooth round end of the rubber dong in her mouth.  Her reaction showed that she knew what was coming.  He pushed the full length of his cock into her and then gripping her by the hair with one hand and pushing on the vibrator with the other he forced it down her throat.

 

Her toes slipped across the carpet as she desperately tried to get leverage and her back slammed against the strap that held her.  Her whole body was trembling and her cunt gripped his cock like vice.  The contractions shot semen and cunt juice out all over his thighs. 

 

Her hands were shaking when he pulled the dildo out of her throat.  She was panting trying to make up for the lack of breath that she had missed and from the terror that he was not finished.  He kept his finger in her hair and his hand on the tool and but went back to fucking her.  He didn’t wait for her to completely return to normal respiration before he again made her swallow the large rubber cock shaped toy.

 

After the fourth session, the fight was gone out of her.  The gagging and lack of oxygen still had the desired effect on her cunt, but now she only sobbed between breaths.  He released her head and slowly pulled his cock out of her cunt.  It slapped hard against his abdomen, standing hard and angry for not being allowed to finish.  He reached across the floor for the bottle of hand lotion and unscrewed the pump top.  They had ruptured her hymen, but there are many forms of virginity.

 

She lay there relaxed, probably assuming he was finished, when she felt the cold hard threads of the plastic bottle pressed against her asshole.  A new wave of pain and fear washed over her as he twisted the bottle, literally screwing the opening into her.  It hurt, and when he squeezed the bottle, the thick greasy enema felt cold in her. He finished by pulling the bottle out of her and pouring the last of it contents between her cheeks.  There was no way a well lubricated hole could stop his hard rod.

 

She tried to flex her butt muscles to prevent him, but her legs were tied to far apart to be effective.  He bent over her positioning himself and forced his rock hard penis through her cheeks up to the tiny hole that had never had any larger than a rectal thermometer in it.  He pushed and he strained to force her open.  She fought him, but from the beginning she knew it was no use.

 

He had never sodomized a woman before.  He had seen it on videos, and they made it look easy.  The first woman he had ever fucked had told him that she had done it, but that his cock was too thick and had never opened her cheeks for him.  He had tried to broach the subject with his wife, but she would not consider it.  He knew it could be painful for the woman if the man did not move slowly.  He knew that he should apply a modest pressure, and then wait for the woman to relax her sphincter and allow him in.  Knowledge often gets swept away in the heat of passion.  Besides, he didn’t think that Carol was going to relax and open her asshole willingly.  His hands gripped her cheeks and forced them apart and slowly he felt the head of his penis winning the battle.

 

As the head cleared the gateway, the resistance vanished and he pushed four inches up her before he stopped.  She was screaming into the dildo that filled her mouth, but there was very little sound.  He knew he had hurt her, but that was noting compared to what he had planned.  Slowly he twisted and changed the angle of his penis until he found the path through her rectum into her bowels and then he pushed the rest of the way up.

 

Once deep inside of her, he bent over her, using his elbows to steady her hips and gripping her breasts with his hands.  He held her young body still and began to pump her hard.  He had not thoughts of gentleness he pistonned in and out of her violently.  He tried to stall his orgasm, but when he knew it was over he jammed himself as deeply into her as he could.  His cock throbbed and he emptied himself into her and then collapsed against her back.

 

Now that it was over, the guilt washed over him like a tidal wave.  He was not a stranger to the feeling.  He had been raised in a strict religious household and he had had the feeling every time he had masturbated beginning when he was ten.  He knew the shame and he knew its course.  He knew in time it would burn away and he would be left with an experience that he would cherish.

 

He pushed himself up off her and yanked his softening penis out of her.  He stared down at the gaping hole he had left between her cheeks.  He stared at her until finally the muscles that had been forced to submit again took charge and closed her ass.

 

He stood and pulled up his pants and retrieved his shirt.  Mentally he went through the logistics of what had just happened.  His daughter had been raped and sodomized by a gang of young thugs.  She probably had not seen and could not identify any of them.  He hadn’t said anything out loud.  There was no way she guess that one of them was her father.  He would slip away now and come back in an hour or so.  He hated leaving her strapped down like that, but she would survive for another hour.  Then he would arrive and go through all of the comforting things that he had expected himself to do when he first saw her.  She would have to live with the memory of being raped, but his actions could not affect that.  His comforting her would be a positive thing in her life and their relationship.  That much he could offer.

 

***********

 

“Oh my God” he cried.  “What happened?”  She was still shaking from the sobs though her eyes had run out of tears.  He rushed to her and knelt beside her.  She cringed when his hands touched her shoulder.  “It’s alright baby.  It’s me; I’ll get you out of this.”  He reached for the bed and with a firm motion pulled the comforter free to cover her.  Slowly he fumbled with the straps that held her, making a show of not being familiar with the mechanism and seemingly accidentally touching her intimately.

 

When he finally got her hands free and the straps across her back and hips undone, she rolled off the frame twisting her legs in the restraints that still held her thighs.  Daren pulled the blanket aside to release the remaining buckles.  It gave him a last good look at her pussy.  She didn’t seem to care that her loving daddy saw her.  He wrapped her in the blanket and lifted her off the floor and laid her on the bed and stepped back, not certain what to do next.

 

“Please don’t go.”  Her voice was weak; hoarse from crying and having a horse sized rubber penis shoved down between her vocal cords.  “Please don’t leave me alone.”  He sat on the bed next to her and reached for her hand.  She threw her arms around his neck and crawled into his lap like a small child.  “Hold me please; just hold me.”

 

“It’s alright baby” he said.  “It’s over.”  He held her and smoothed her hair.  He said nothing, just held her and petted her head.

 

“I need to take a shower” she begged, “but I don’t want to be in the bathroom alone.”

 

“I think we should call the police before you wash up” he offered.  He was almost certain what her reaction would be, but he added.  “They will want to examine you…”

 

“NO” she almost screamed.  “No, and you can’t tell anybody.”  He forced his face to remain solid and not show the smile that welling up in his chest.

 

“We have to report this” he said.  “You were assaulted…”

 

“I was raped” she shot back, “Gang raped and nobody must ever find out.”  He looked shocked at the vehemence of her response.  “What do you think they will think of me a school if they knew?  They will either think I made it up, or that I wanted it, or worse they will feel pity for me.  You think any boy will ever want to go out with me once he knows what they did to me.  You think any of my friends will still want to hang out with me?  Promise me you won’t ever tell anybody.  Anybody and that includes mom; please daddy please.”  She leaned back and looked him in the eyes waiting for his promise.  Slowly he nodded.

 

He held her as she limped slowly toward the bathroom.  The violent penetration of her asshole would take a few days to heal.  He sat on the toilet lid and watched through the glass shower door while she scrubbed herself.  She pressed the hand held shower nozzle against her pussy and spread her lips with her fingers, trying to wash away the last trace of what they had left in her.

 

That night he pressed his wife for intercourse.  She was tired and not in the mood, but eventually she realized that the shortest path to sleep involved submitting to his advances.  He kissed her he petted her and fingered her until her cunt was ready, and then he rolled her onto her stomach and told her get on her knees.  She got up on all fours, but shortly after he had his cock deep inside her he leaned forward pressing down on her shoulders.  Eventually she submitted and lay her breasts down against the mattress and arched her back presenting her pussy.

 

His hands gripped his wife’s ass and he closed his eyes and pretended he was using another younger, smaller, tighter cunt and he filled Carol’s mother.

 

He spent a lot of time alone with Carol after that.  He had convinced her that they needed to talk about what had happened.  That she needed time to process it.  That it was not healthy to pretend it didn’t happen.  At first she was reluctant.  He told her she should see a counselor.  Finally she was able to see the wisdom in his advice, but professional counselors were out.  She didn’t want her friends asking what they talked about or worse, just thinking she must be crazy.  Instead she turned to the one person who already knew her secret and slowly she began to open up to him.  She talked about what it was like, the fear, the humiliation.

 

After his private talks with his daughter, he used his wife.  He used her hard, and he started fingering her asshole while he pumped her cunt.  She said she didn’t like it but he argued that he needed to tighten her pussy or it took him longer to cum.  She was his wife and had been raised that it was her duty to submit to her husband.  If this is what he needed to control his desires… In reality he was masturbating to a fantasy, a memory, but he was using his wife’s body as receptacle.

 

“The last one was the worst” Carol said.  “I thought it was over.  I thought they had all gone.  I guess he came back, or maybe he was there all the time waiting for the others to, you know…  He was a lot bigger than them… his penis I mean, and he didn’t just shove it up me and do it.  I think he was older.  He shoved that thing all the way down my throat while he was fucking me.  I thought he was going to kill me.  I thought maybe he sent the other boys away so he could kill me so I couldn’t talk, but he didn’t.  Again, just when I thought it was over.  I thought he was done.  I mean he got out of me…”  She hesitated.  They had covered this before, and never gotten beyond this point.  “I thought he was done with me, but then he spread my ass cheeks and shoved his penis into… you know… in the back up my anus.”

 

Daren wrapped his arm around his little girl.  “I am so very proud of you” he said.  “Takes a lot of courage to shine the light on something like this; I love you.”  He held her and they walked in silence for a while.  “I want you to consider something” he suggested.  “I think you should start having sex.”  He held up his hand to silence her protests.  “Sex is a beautiful and pleasant thing for both men and women.  I am afraid your one bad experience will affect you for a long time if you don’t have good experiences to out weigh it.  You’re a healthy young girl, and yet, you still don’t even masturbate.”  She reddened at the thought.  “Do you?”  She looked down and shook her head.

 

“I used to” she admitted.  “Well, not really, but a little.  I mean, I touched… you know.  I just don’t feel like it any more.”

 

“That really worries me” he said.  “Think about it.”

 

“I can’t” she countered.  “I mean, what do I do, find a boy and tell him I want him to mount me to help me get over being raped?  You think that wouldn’t get all over school? Even if I did find someone, what if I freak out the first time he drops his pants.  Trust me, there aren’t any boys that are going to keep a bad episode a secret, and of course, I can’t just tell them that I was raped and they need to take it slow.  There’s only one man in the world that I trust, and you’re my father.”

 

“We’ll figure out something” he said and hugged her again as they walked.

 

 

Megan sat, her legs strewn around Aaron’s waist as her vagina split open to cater to it’s all to welcome guest.  She caught on to Aaron’s severely distraught face and instantly knew that she had succeeded in destroying Aaron’s life the second time that morning.  Rotating her chest around to turn the shower water off, she slowly lifted her body off Aaron’s penis.  She tried not gasping as the long shaft slowly slurped out of her happily filled vaginal tube.  She stood up and stepped from the bathtub reaching for her robe.  Putting it on, she angrily grabbed at her panties to shove into her crotch.  She hated the fact that her vagina wasn’t big enough to hold in all of Aaron’s cum. 

Quickly she ran from the bathroom to Carly in an attempt to explain and take responsibility for the entire situation.  She knew Aaron would never go near her again if she didn’t fix what she had done to him. 

Aaron wrestled to get out of the tub to put his clothes on.  He could hear Carly’s sobs from her open bedroom door as Megan barged in.  He struggled through his ever increasing dizziness to dry himself off and put his pants on.  The more he thought, the harder it was to stand up. 

Carly laid on her mattress, her scent of depression mixing with the faint smell of bleach from the fabric cleaner used after Aaron’s accident several weeks ago.  She had played at her father extra hard to remain sleeping in the same room with Aaron as a supervisor.  Megan wouldn’t give Aaron away so easily though, so Carly went on about needing more time before she could sleep in her own bed which she last remembered covered in Aaron’s blood.  Now wanting to get away from both of them, she resorted to her own room in solitude before Megan came barging in.

“It’s all my fault,” Megan speedily cried, “I begged him for it.  He didn’t want to, he just wanted to be with you but I begged that he pretend that I was you.  I kept begging him until he gave in and when he treated me like he does you, he remembered that it was me and he got really really sad, and I didn’t know what to do so I tried to make him forget.  I don’t know how to make him happy like you do so I only did what I knew I was good at.  It’s all my fault, please don’t blame him, I made him do it.”

Carly heard her out, but she didn’t know whether she was more angry or scared.  “Did you take my pills?” she asked crying.  Megan tricking Aaron into sex was nothing new and she had come to acknowledge that the two could not be denied a relationship of some sort.

A little confused, Megan replied, “Yeah, I did exactly what you told me, you watched me the first time.”  Showing some of the confusion in her voice, she then asked, “Why?”

Carly, pressing her face into her pillows muttered in her tears, “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant!” Megan repeated a bit too loud.  Not knowing what to say next, she quietly stuttered, “Why?”

Billowing in her tears, Carly cried the truth, “I thought I had it all planned out, I didn’t know I would be this scared.”  Megan leaned her chest over onto Carly’s back to hold her. 

“We’ll figure something out, we always do,” Megan said quietly in an effort to comfort herself, “Aaron’s smart, he’ll help us, he won’t let anything happen to you.  I know he won’t, he loves you more than anything.”  The two girls laid there silently under Carly’s stuffy nose and sporadic pouts. 

The telephone rang downstairs by the stair well.  The loud echo burst through the eerily silent house, over and over.  The ringing stopped as their father’s recording began asking to leave a message.  A blood chilling voice ricocheted up the banister through the hall and into Carly’s bedroom.

“This is Sergeant Michaels from the Police station calling in response to an activated emergency beacon designated to a current resident in your home.  Paramedics have been dispatched to your house and we ask that you please call us immediately regarding the current situation.” 

Carly and Megan both halted every bodily function in listening to the message.  Immediately registering the condition, Carly exploded from her bed.  Megan was thrust from Carly’s back not able to push off in time.  Both broke from the bedroom into the bathroom to find Aaron half naked, slipping in and out of consciousness, on the floor.

All Aaron could remember in the past week were short dreamlike wakings, frequently with people hovering over him.  He liked least finding Carly or Megan there.  He found their tears to be anything but comfort.  Anytime there was an adult, they always reassured him that he was doing great and it was all over with. 

He finally woke up completely as a doctor stood over him.

“What happened?” Aaron asked, now feeling the strength to talk.

“It seems that your mind overpowered your medication,” the doctor went, “it was supposed to sedate your mind, but apparently, yours is not so easily put to rest.”  He paused, looking into Aaron’s pupils.  “Your brain became over active and began agitating your tumor.”  Something that could have been prevented had he been under the hospital’s surveillance, the doctor thought to himself as he thought back to Aaron and his guardian’s fight for release.  “We’ve removed the tumor without any more damage being done, and since then you’ve been asleep, for about a week now.”

“What do you mean any more damage?” asked Aaron.

“There was some permanent damage done to your inner ear which will inhibit you from walking freely for long without losing balance.  You shouldn’t have too much of a problem though with a cane and walking along walls,” the doctor said plain and straight.  “It would be wise to be accompanied by someone you trust at anytime you decide to walk outside your home.”

Aaron felt shot.  He could never do anything alone again.  He was going to need help everywhere he went.  He was going to have trouble standing up.  He could only think of all the ways the kids at school would treat him.  Like he was different; how he was to be pitied; he hated what he was hearing.  Summer break was nearing end and he had nothing but to assume that this was the worst summer any kid could have.  He could never walk without some sort of help again for the rest of his life.  Let alone, it all began unraveling with him watching his parents die before his eyes.  He only hoped that the faint memory of hearing that Carly was pregnant had just been a nightmare.  The doctor merely glanced at the distraught face.

“It’s not as bad as you might think,” the doctor consoled, “some of the off balance will be phased out with time as your body becomes accustomed to it and in buildings, it will be easy enough to hide by just gently rubbing your hand along a wall to judge your balance.”

“That’s about all I can tell you,” the doctor finished up, “but I believe that there are two young ladies who’ve been coming here every day now who would love to come in and talk to you.”  Aaron smiled.  The doctor caught his face and walked to the door.

“I’ll send them in then,” he said.

“Carly,” her father said before she could step from the car.  Carly recognized the tone in his voice and settled back in the back seat for a lecture.

Megan finished helping Aaron from the vehicle and assisted him to their front door.  Carly now sat alone in the back seat.  Her mother and father sat up front.  Ashley, her mother, had only recently arrived home from her client’s case.  She was glad to have finished and insisted to her firm that she take a well deserved leave to handle family problems.  Ashley took a little more convincing about the rape than Carly’s father, but with her uneasiness and mounting fears, it wasn’t hard for Carly to show deep emotional disturbances about the whole situation.

“Are you sure that you want to be the one to tell him?” her father asked her.

“I don’t want sacrifice my trust with him if I make one of you tell him,” Carly said seriously.  She knew Aaron would probably destroy her entire story of rape with his confusion and guilt if they told him about the pregnancy; he would only arouse suspicion if she couldn’t get to him before them.  She had to get to him first and hope on her life that he would not disown her for lying to him to have him impregnate her. 

The blood tests confirmed what she suggested to her father two weeks ago.  And her mother supported her decision on keeping the baby rather than aborting it.  Her father didn’t quite agree but knowing what his wife went through at Carly’s age, he wasn’t about to suggest an alternative to life for the child.

“You better tell him soon than,” her mother strongly suggested, “you know how you felt when you found out your father and Aaron were keeping a secret from you.  If Aaron find’s out that he’s the only one who doesn’t know, he might feel unwelcome in our house, and we do not want that.”

As Carly began moving to step out from the car, her mom said to her, “We’re going grocery shopping and have to pick up Aaron some crutches, so we’ll be back in maybe an hour and a half.”  Ashley stared at her daughter hinting at a great time to tell Aaron, while avoiding the pitiful stare from her husband.  He wanted nothing to do with this trickery to get him walking around a grocery store for an hour.  He knew it was a one person job, but seeing his wife avoid his face, he also knew that he wasn’t getting out of it.

Carly met Aaron inside his bedroom.  He was looking around some stuff on top of his dresser with Megan standing close by, staring at him as if she held a meaningful duty to protect him.  She also just loved being around him.  Carly gave Megan a familiar look.  Megan backed off quickly and left the room closing the door behind her.  Not wanting to miss a thing, she sat down in the hallway with her back leaning against the bedroom door.

Hearing the door close, Aaron looked around to Carly.  Knowing something serious was about to follow, he turned and headed to his bed.  Carly rushed over to help him.

“I’m not crippled,” Aaron called out a bit too harshly.

“I’m sorry,” Carly said letting him go.

“No, I’m sorry,” Aaron comforted her, “I just don’t want you to pity me.”

Aaron sat down.  Carly soon followed.  “Well, at least this gives us an excuse to be around each other more without your parents getting suspicious,” Aaron pushed out trying to look upon the bright side.

“Yeah,” Carly replied awkwardly.  She didn’t know how to bring it up.  Aaron looked at her.  He could see that she wanted to tell or ask him something very important.  He felt the only way to possibly ease her situation would be to make it not seem insignificant.  He thought of the worst thing he could think of.

“You know, I had a dream I think while I was out, that I heard that you were pregnant,” he said waiting to hear her laugh at the nonsense.  Carly froze solid.  She didn’t know what to make of it.

“Wa, was it a good dream or a ba, bad one?” she stuttered in fear.  She couldn’t hide her facial expression with him staring at her.  Aaron’s entire body dropped in temperature at least ten degrees.  Thousands of thoughts exploded into his mind.  How?  What would happen to him when her parents found out?  Why? 

Staring into her face as it bore a hole into an infinitely small spec on the carpet, he couldn’t help but see the fear and pain she was going through.  He was looking at the most beautiful girl in the world; she was scared to death and he was the only one that could help.  Coming from how she decided to answer, Aaron though it seemed to hold that she would be keeping the baby.  The silence befalling the room was becoming extensive.  Aaron thought as hard as he possibly could.  Coming home from the hospital, he did not want Carly to abandon him in fear and anger.  He had to come up with something that sounded good.  Later he could think back through it and make out if he would agree with it or not.

“It was bad,” he began, “at first; but then it started getting better.  I supported you all the way through the pregnancy.  I adopted the child as my own in your parents eyes, and they began to accept our relationship.  You were always there for me when I needed help walking, and I was always there for you when you needed help with the baby.  Nobody suspected that we were more than just best friends, and if anyone ever did, they would understand because of what we both went through together.”  He could see he was doing something right, Carly began smiling a bit. 

“The child grew up,” he continued, “it inherited your entire mind and body, with dashes of me sprinkled in to separate it from the gods and goddesses and make it human.”

Carly looked up to Aaron’s face, “You don’t have to lie,” she said smiling.

“Anything that comes from you will be perfect no matter how it comes,” Aaron whispered loudly.  He lifted his hands to her shoulders and pulled her body to his.  Carly grabbed a hold of him and pushed him back onto his mattress. 

Hovering over him, she asked, “So you’re not mad that I lied to you about my birth control?”

“What are we going to tell your parents?” Aaron asked over her.

“They already know,” she quickly said.  Before Aaron could ask his next question, Carly said in a definite voice, “I’ll tell you everything after what I’m about to do to you.”  Aaron, though curious with questions, was not about to complain about what she wanted. 

She lifted her torso tangent to Aaron’s waist and proceeded lifting her top up.  Slowly, she wrapped her fingers under the hem of her shirt and pulled the taut cloth over her belly, up over her slightly bulging sports bra and past her neck.  She tossed the thin fabric over to the floor.  Pushing her chest forward, she reached back and unzipped her bra.  Dropping it to Aaron’s stomach, her small perky breasts radiated outwards with hormones.  Aaron picked the bra up, gripping it between his fingers.  Carly grabbed at Aaron’s shirt and hungrily pushed it over his shoulders off of his arms, smiling as her bra broke through his sleeve still in his hand.  She pulled her body back up, popped the button on her tight jean pants, and pulled the zipper down. 

Turning around over his body, Carly pushed her open bottoms to Aaron’s face as she grabbed at his pants zipper.  Aaron let the bra fall from his hand instantly and relocated his fingers under the pants in his face.  Slowly, as he felt his jeans shifting down his waist, he proceeded to do the same with the ones over his head. 

As he pushed the last of the denim from his ankles, almost simultaneously, Carly did the same with hers.  Carly unbuttoned the plastic disk on Aaron boxers and stuck her hand in.  Aaron struggled to remove the panties from her vagina first.  He had only gotten her panties half way down her hips when he felt hot wet lips suck his penis into a mouth.  Feeling Carly’s tongue twist around his shaft as her mouth humped the whole penis, Aaron thought he was about to ascend into heaven.  Carly continued sucking, slowly lifting her mouth up from his shaft.  Finally, she reached the head and swiveled her tongue over it rapidly just before popping off.

After pushing Aaron’s boxers down and off his legs, she carefully maneuvered around and finished removing her panties to set her slit on his lubricated shaft. 

“This is my Welcome Home present to you,” Carly smiled proudly; “you just sit back and relax.”

She drug her slit forward over and past the head of Aaron’s penis.  She leaned forward and pushed her hips back, thrusting the shaft into her body. 

“Ooooooo,” she moaned uncontrollably.  She looked down at Aaron who was scanning her perfect figure.  She jerked her eyes and rotated her head, catching movement.  She simply smiled seeing Megan peaking her head into the cracked open door.  She could only guess what Megan was doing with all the fidgeting movement she was making behind the wooden panel.

Carly continued.  Gently she pumped her long awaiting body onto the penis.  She continued moaning louder and louder from the incredible pleasure.  Aaron jerked his face over to the door after hearing more than just Carly’s moans. 

Megan almost stumbled into the room with her hand down her pants.  Lost in the ecstasy of her orgasm as her finger was stuck lodged inside of her vagina, she blushed in embarrassment. 

“Well, you might as well join in and help me welcome Aaron back home,” Carly moaned, slowing her pace and watching Megan.  Megan looked to Carly.  Carly smiled and gave her the look to hop on. 

Megan wasted no time dropping her butt to the floor and pulling the socks from her little feet.  Even faster, she tore the shirt from her chest and stood back up while simultaneously pushing her pants and underwear down.  Carly was amazed at her speed.

Megan ran up to Aaron and kissed him on the lips while driving her finger back into her vagina.  Carly smiled seeing the overwhelming pleasure in Aaron’s eyes.  Aaron didn’t know if he was happier that both girls were so eager to masturbate with him, or that they were both getting along.  Megan pulled her finger from her soaking crease and slid it into Aaron’s mouth. 

Carly ground her pelvis into Aaron’s.  Carly was so incredibly tight for Aaron.  Her little breasts jiggled as the small hole nestled inside the crack between her legs stretched and strained to accommodate him.  Aaron dropped his head back onto the pillow and closed his eyes.  Every touch Carly made on him was magnified.  He could envision a close-up of his penis sliding in and out of the perfect vagina; inside his fifteen year old cousin’s body as she moaned in pleasure. 

He felt Megan climbing onto the bed as Carly moved her hands off his chest.  She began driving herself up and down onto Aaron faster and faster.  He could her both Megan and Carly almost screaming and crying in their pleas for release.  Aaron could barely hold back much longer as his younger cousin bounced up and down, faster and faster, next to screaming in eternal bliss.  Megan let out a small scream.

Aaron tasted sweet liquid splash down onto his lips.  He opened his eyes to the most unbelievable and unexpected sight which through him beyond no return.

Megan was standing up over his head as Carly leveraged herself with her arms reaching out to Megan’s hips.  Megan drove her finger into herself as she rubbed her other hand just above her vagina.  Aaron stared straight up seeing directly up between Megan’s legs as her vaginal cum dripped from her slit; her body almost vibrating from the sensation.  The bottom of her tight little butt cheeks glistened from the sweat perspirating from her overworked body.

As Megan’s cum dripped into his lips, Aaron focused his eyes on Carly who began violently shaking in orgasm as she felt his hot liquid sperm pump out inside her body.  Her hips clamped his penis into place as Carly could no longer thrust up and down.  The muscles in her legs crumbled at the adrenaline pumping into her reproductive system.  Beads of sweat dripped from the tips of her nipples onto Aaron’s stomach.

Megan dropped to her knees as gently as she could, resting her soaking vagina on Aaron’s ribs.  Aaron lifted his hands around her sides and pulled her back diagonally, resting her head near his.  Carly dropped forward pivoting her body at the base of Aaron’s shaft.  She arched her panting belly and breasts over her little sister’s hyperventilating body and met her face with Aaron’s.  She licked Aaron’s lips before driving her tongue into his mouth to scoop out her little sister’s cum.

Sucking some of her sister’s juices out, Carly pulled away. 

Lost in the high of the moment, Aaron muttered, “I only wish I could remember clearly how all this stuff started,” reflecting back to the hazy night where he turned to Megan for comforting in the bathtub after a fight with Carly.  Megan smiled, remembering the first night he stayed at their house and the ‘truth or dare’ game.  Carly drove her tongue back into Aaron’s mouth while thinking about how it was all just beginning with the new life forming inside of her. 

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The last time I’d seen Aunt Tammy was when I was 6 but had never met any of my cousins. They all lived in San Diego California and we lived in Boulder Colorado. We packed up and headed to the airport. My dad shook my hand and my mom gave me a big hug and smooch on the cheek as I headed toward my plane and they headed toward theirs. I was a little excited about spending the summer on the beach as my plane accelerated down the runway for take off.

The flight was smooth and before long I was at the air port getting my luggage and trying to find the paper with my aunt’s cell number on it. I finally find it and my phone at the bottom of my backpack. I dial the number to see where she is waiting for me.

“Hello.” The strange voice said.

“Aunt Tammy?” I enquired.

“Mike?” Tammy started with a giggle. “Where are you at?”

“I’m at baggage claim near gate 22. Where are you?” I replied.

“I’ll be right there… Don’t move an inch.” Tammy replied with a little excitement in her voice.

Not much later I spotted a woman searching for someone and recognized my aunt. We spotted each other at about the same time. Tammy jumped up and down waving excitedly. She was fairly tall at 5’ 9” with an athletic body with nice heavy breasts. She was wearing a short tennis skirt and as she jumped her breasts were heaving with the rhythm. She had dark red hair with a nice tan. I was a bit dazzled at first and did not respond as she ran up and gave me a tight hug. Her breasts smashed against my chest as she gave me some slightly wet kisses on my cheeks in greeting.

“Wow, its good to see you again.” She gushed with excitement. “My have you grown into a nice young man. The last time I saw you, you were in tatty cutoffs running around and getting under foot.” She held me at arms length looking me up and down.

“It’s good to see you too, aunt Tammy.” I stammered

“Oh, go on, just call me Tammy or Tam. Lets drop this aunt stuff because you make it sound like I’m old and wrinkled.” She chided me with smile.

She took my arm and snuggled close as she guided me toward the exit and her car. I could feel her heavy breast smashed against my arm as she talked a 100 miles an hour.

“I’m glad you are going to stay with us. It been a long time since we had any family visit. The girls are so excited to see you. We are going to have a lot of fun this summer. Do you like the beach? I hope so because the girls just love it. Oh, wait until you see the house. I think you are going to like your room….” On and on she went on the way home. I just sat back and tried to take it in. I didn’t want to rain on her excitement so I just nodded a lot and answered with a bunch of “really?” and “That sounds cool.” I don’t think she even knew I said anything. I chuckled to myself as I got the picture in my mind of a chipmunk on speed.

We finally pulled into a driveway to a rather large house. The driveway was a good 200 feet long and ended in a circle in front of the house. Tammy honked as she stopped in front of the porch. I got out and was getting my bags out of the car when the front door opened and out ran my cousins. Tiffy bounded out first. She had blond hair tied in a pony tail. She was barefoot wearing some shorts and a t-shirt. Behind her came Sue who’s strawberry blond hair was still dripping. She was wearing a wet t-shirt with tight red bikini bottoms. I could see that she was not wearing a bikini top under her t-shirt because her perky tits were topped with hard pointy nipples. The last one out the door was Jennifer. She was a younger image of her mother. She already had ample breasts under her white blouse and smooth long legs under her pleated mini skirt.

The girls just sort of stood there a bit shyly as their mother came around the car to introduce me.

“Girls, this is your cousin Mike. Mike, this is Jennifer, Sue and Tiffy.” She exclaimed. “Well? Give your cousin a hug.” She instructed.

Jennifer gave me a quick neck hug with a nervous smile. Sue was a little less stiff as she hugged me wetting my shirt with hers. Tiffy jumped up and gave me as tight a hug as she could give. I was a little surprised with her enthusiasm. I started to put her down but she tried to keep the hug going longer. She finally relented as Tammy herded us into the house.

The entry opened up into a giant open living room. I could almost fit my whole house in this room alone. It was decorated in comfortable overstuffed chairs, love seats and couches. There was enough seating for 10 to 15 people alone. I was in awe.

“Wow, I bet you guys have huge parties in here.” I stated as I felt a bit overwhelmed.

I saw Tammy smile with pride as I goggled around trying to take it all in. I noticed that there was a large glass wall along the back of the house that overlooked a good sized swimming pool, large hot tub, and small pool house. Tammy guided me along to the right and down a hall pointing out the different rooms.

The first door on the right was Tiffy’s room. It was a nice size and was decorated with a lot of pinks and purples. Tiffy blushed a bit as she mentioned that she was wanting to redecorate. She had a princess bed with a billion stuffed animals loaded up on it.

We continued down and on the left we came to Sue’s room. It was nice and comfortable. Not too neat but not real messy either. She had more of a sport theme going on. Her bed was made but rumpled a bit. I noticed that she had a couple different bikini’s hanging around the room in varying states of dryness.

Jennifer’s room was next. It was on the left side also but further down the hall. She had a very organized room with a lot of feminine touches. Everything was put away and in its place. She had some art pieces on the wall. I noticed that they were mostly nudes of men and/or women in different poses. She also had a statue of a woman sitting on a flower that sort of turned into a cock and ran up into her pussy. It was a little erotic to say the least. I noticed that Aunt Tammy did not seem to mind in the least.

We continued down the hall to the room on the right. It was Tammy’s room, or should I say habitat. It had a sitting room with a bedroom to the right. Huge walk in “dressing rooms”. I could not imagine having such a large area. It seemed like a waste of space. She had a very large bathroom with an open floor plan. There was a sink along one wall the toilet at the end. Along the other wall was glass from floor to ceiling. I could see a small private courtyard with a little table and chairs. The shower was its own small glass room. It had shower heads in the ceiling, walls and, believe it or not, in the floors also. It was too much to take in all at once.

“Wow, your room is so big do you ever go in the rest of the house?” I joked.

“I love it.” Tammy explained. “It my own little world.” she continued with pride. “I always wanted my own special haven where I could do whatever I wanted without bugging anyone.”

“Again… WOW… where’s my room?” I asked.

The girls sort of giggled as they all headed back down the hallway and out the back doors to the pool area. I was a little confused and the girls noticed it. This caused them to laugh louder. Tammy finally stopped their joke and pointed to the pool house.

“You have the pool house.” She started explaining. “I thought you might like a little privacy of your own.” She continued as she directed me into the pool house. “It has everything you need. There is a bathroom and shower, a little sitting area with entertainment center, and your sleeping area.”

I was surprised at how cozy it was. I sat my bags down and bounced my butt on the bed giving it a test ride. I had everything I needed. I also noticed that it was a very masculine room as compared to the rest of the house.

With that Tammy excused herself telling me that she had a tennis appointment and that the girls would get me settled. I was also informed that I had total run of the house and the girls would see that I was taken care of. We would also have a welcome dinner at 7. With that she headed across the pool area toward the house. I got a really good look at her shapely ass as it swayed behind her, barely hidden by the short tennis skirt. Jennifer noticed the look I was giving her mother.

“Yeah, moms got a hot ass.” She stated.

She noticed that I was embarrassed for being caught checking out my aunts ass. She chuckled a little and then explained that all the guys did that.

“Why don’t you get your swimming trunks on and come enjoy the pool?” Sue invited.

Tiffy was already heading back to the house to for some reason. Leaving Jennifer and Sue still there watching me put my things away. I shrugged and nodded as I started looking through my bags trying to find some swimming trunks. I’m sure I packed them but could not find them.

“Well, I would if I could find my trunks.” I told her as I started dumping my things out of the bags.

Sue and Jennifer gathered around sorting through my things. Jennifer was busy folding them up and putting them in the drawers while Sue was rummaging around tossing anything not a swimming trunk into a pile by Jennifer. Sure enough, I must have not packed my trunks. Sue was a little deflated as she tried to think of a solution to our problem.

“Why don’t you just wear your boxer shorts?” Jennifer suggested.

“Yeah, that’ll due.” Chimed Sue.

“Well, I don’t know. They are all white and I’m not too sure that they wont turn transparent when they get wet.” I replied. I was more worried that my cock might flop out then them being too transparent.

“Ahh, its alright. We are family.” Sue insured with Jennifer agreeing.

“Ok” I said.

I turned around to pull off my shirt, kick of my shoes and remove my pants. As I was removing my pants my boxers sort of got stuck and they pulled down in the back revealing my ass for a brief second. I got a little embarrassed as I quickly tugged them up but not before Sue gave me a little cat call. I grinned a little at her joke as she and Jennifer giggled.

We walked out to the pool where Sue dived in with a smooth motion. Jennifer excused herself saying that she had some things to get ready for dinner. I prepared to jump in.

“How’s the water?” I asked.

“Its beautiful.” Sue insured.

I dove in and had to catch my boxers as they tried to slip off with the drag of the water. I broke surface and reached the opposite side in a few smooth strokes. Sue swam up next to me and beamed a smile. I pulled myself up the side of the pool to relax with my feet in the water. Sue pushed back off the wall and floated out on her back as she looked up at me. I noticed her perky tits and hard nipples were plainly seen through the wet t-shirt. She was just floating there smiling at me. I was just starting to get hard but forgot that I was in my boxers and not my trunks.

As I sat there watching Sue float on here back I also noticed the bikini bottoms and how her pussy mound was hardly covered. She rolled over and did a rolling dive giving me a quick look at her nice ass. She then rolled back on her back like a sea otter.

My cock was getting hard so I slid back into the water to cover it up.

“Um… You do know that I can really see your tits under that wet shirt.” I confided with her hoping not to embarrass her.

“Well, your hard cock is poking out of your boxers. So I guess we are even.” She replied with a giggle pointing down into the clear water.

I blushed and shot my hand down to get my cock undercover.

“Hey, we are family. Its Ok.” She insured me.

And to prove the point she took her t-shirt off with a quick fling to the pool deck. I was impressed with her nipples. The were slightly pink and looked like little pencil erasures. She stroked to the side of the pool where she was giving me a mischievous grin as I noticed that she was working her bikini bottoms off. She then flung them over the side and gave me a look of “well what are you waiting for.”

I was taken aback a bit. I didn’t know what was happening and was worried that this was getting out of hand. I was wondering if, somehow, I was still at home in bed with a high fever and all this was a product of my brain being burnt to a crisp.

I had some heavy petting sessions with girl friends but that was only after I begged and pressured them for weeks and weeks. Those sessions were always in the dark and never more than me fingering their pussy and them jacking my cock. One girl even just barely licked it once but nothing more than that. I just didn’t have much experience with this level of sex. I was at a loss.

To top it off, she was my cousin. I didn’t really feel too badly about that but I wondered if their might be some law breaking going on.

“Don’t get me wrong, you are hot but we are cousins and I’m still trying to get used to the situation.” I lamely submitted.

“Haven’t you ever heard of ‘kissing cousins’?” She asked like I was retarded or something. “You ain’t gay or anything like that are you?” She continued with a squinty look out of the corner of her eye.

“NO! I’m not gay or my cock would not be hard would it.” I shot back at her like she might be retarded.

“Well?” She said with an impatient tone.

I fumbled with my boxers and sat them at the side of the pool. I was a little worried that the other girls would make a fuss.

“What about your sisters? What will they think?” I asked.

She just shrugged and slid over to me and playfully fondled my balls. She pulled herself out of the pool giving me a great look at her pussy and ass as she got to her feet. She just looked down at me and motioned me to follow her.

I followed her to my new bedroom where she motioned for me to sit in one of the comfortable chairs in the sitting room. I was still nervous but my cock knew what it wanted and so did Sue.

As soon as I sat down she kneeled between my knees and started sucking the tip of my cock like it was an all day sucker. The thrill shot through my cock and shook my whole body as she worked her tongue around and the hood. The heat of her mouth and the feeling of her small hands stroking my cock really got my blood pumping.

“Damn that’s good.” I moaned. “You gotta slow down or I’m gonna cum.”

“Go ahead and cum, lover.” she said with short pauses. “I’ll get your cock hard again.”

That was all I needed to hear. I just relaxed and let the feeling of my pretty cousin’s mouth take over. It took no time before I felt the build up.

“I’m about to cum.” I told her.

That just gave her more enthusiasm as she quickened her strokes and clamped my cock in her waiting mouth. My cum exploded with a shudder into her mouth. My orgasm rocked my whole body as I squirted over and over.

Sue slowed her pumping and started licking my cock like a lollypop as she looked up at me.

“Feel good?” She asked coyly.

“You bet it did.” I assured her.

She raised her self up and sat on my lap hugging my neck. She looked down at me and then gave me a deep tongue kiss. I tasted her and my cum as her tongue explored my mouth. We kept kissing and sucking each others tongues as she reached down and started stroking my now soft cock trying to get it hard again.

She jumped up and pulled me by my cock to the bed. She turned me around and pushed me down on the bed. She then straddled me and started rubbing the bottom side of my cock with her wet hot pussy. She was really enjoying the feeling of my cock against her clit as she slid back and forth.

It didn’t take long for my cock to get hard. By the time it was fully hard Sue was breathing hard and small shivers where shaking her body. She looked down at me as I watched her enjoy herself. Her hand reached back as she expertly guided my cock into her slick pussy with one smooth motion.

I couldn’t believe the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock. She groaned as she worked my cock into her tight pussy. I was getting so hot that I started matching her thrusts. I was starting to get the primitive feeling that I wanted to thrust deeper into her.

I grabbed her by the hips as I slid around and we switched positions. I was now in the drivers seat. She was surprised by this move but she seemed to enjoy it more.

“That’s right. Fuck my pussy like a man.” She challenged me through clinched teeth. “I want to feel every inch of your cock.”

She was grunting and thrusting back. My cock could not go any deeper but I was thrusting into her as hard as she was thrusting back. She clinched her eyes and bit her lip as the first wave of her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

“Oh yes, fuck me. Make my pussy hot.” She groaned as she thrashed with pleasure.

Her talk was making me so hot that I unexpectedly exploded into her. I shoved me cock as deep as I could as my cum jetted into her. She wrapped her legs around my back locking me in. I didn’t want to pull out. I felt a deep need to fill her pussy and I did. She wrapped her arms around my neck and started her deep tongue kissing again. She paused and looked seriously at me for a second.

“You are the first guy to ever cum in me. I made all of my other boy friends use a condom.” She said with a serious tone and look to back it up.

“I’m sorry.” I stammered. I felt guilty for not pulling out before I came in her. “It just creped up on me and I couldn’t stop it.”

“I wanted you to cum in me silly.” She giggled as she released me and stalked out the door and headed into the house. She didn’t even stop to collect her shirt or bikini bottoms.

I collapsed back into the bed and thought about how crazy this was. I couldn’t help reaching down to feel the slick film that was starting to dry on my cock.

<end part 1>

As she dissapered upstairs my mind started to wonder.. i started to think about what was goin to happen tonight if anything happend at all.. i was thinking of her hot body rubbing up against mine while she sucked on my cock. after a few minuits i decided to make my way upstairs. i went to the bedroom we were staying in to find her already sitting on the bed in her tight little T-shirt and little shorts. as i came in she smiled and got up. she came over to me shut the door and started to kiss me. she had me up against the wall and we stayed there for a few minuits. then she locked the door and pushed me on to the bed. she took off the top showing her perfect set of tits. then she said.

" you know I've always dreamt about fucking you"

" really!?" I said

" Yea I always play with my self at night thinking about your cock inside my wet little Pussy"

" well then your dream is coming true aint it"

" yes I guess it is"

She undid my jeans and pulled out my cock. she started to stroke it gently with her hands then took it into her mouth. it felt soo good i wanted to blow insied her mouth then and there. she sucked on my cock for a good 5 minuits. then she got up and she lay down on the bed. i got on top of her and kissed her gently on the lips then moved to her neck and started making my way down.. i got to her tits and started sucking on them till they were hard.. she squirmed and moaned..

"Shh.. " I said with a smile

" Don't make so much noise or they'll hear us"

" oopps hehe i forgot they were there" she replied

I then started to make my way further down to her legs slowly kissing the inner of her thighs teasing her making her really wet. then i pulled down her little shorts and was i right she was soaking wet. I put a finger in her pussy and began to rub her.. i started to lick her wet little pussy as she squrimed..

" Are you Ready?" i asked

" Yep" She said

I positioned my self between her legs and slowly guided my cock inside her wet little hole. I the slowly started to pump her getting faster everytime i went in and out.. then she got up and went on all fours to show me her perfect little ass and i fucked her from behind. we fucked in different positions for about 10 minuits. then I felt my balls tighten and knew i was about to cum..

"ohh my god Dana I'm about to Cum"

" Ohh yea Tee dont stop.... Yeahhhh"

" were do you want my Cumm Baby?"

" take it out I wanna taste your hot Cumm"

I pulled out my cock and started to jerk it in front of her face. she then took it in her mouth and then i belw my load all in her mouth she tried to take it all but it was too much and it dribbled down her chin. she looked up at me and smiled and licked up the rest of my cum of her fingers and my cock..

" Wow you taste good Cuz" she said

" I could say the same about you Dana"

" we should do this more often"

" i agree"

" hey since were gonna be apart for a few days you wanna continue our little affair on the wau back to Sydney"

"i'd Love to"

" but in the mean time lets make the most of the time we have now shall we"

" Are you ready to go again??"

" I was born ready" she said Grabbing my cock and putting it in her mouth once more.....

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