Over the next few months, my wife and I eagerly awaited the next sexual question our daughter would ask us. Since the last interview, we'd been fairly open about giving each other oral sex, but I knew there was more to come. The only question was when.

As expected, I had eventually come to the conclusion that Sandy, our daughter, simply wouldn't ask that sexual question anymore. Sandy turned 14 in about a month and was growing into a really pretty young lady. Her breasts were growing, and she was now a 70A bra size. Her pussy was still shaved, just like all of ours, because we still loved giving each other blowjobs often.

Neil was already 16 years old, and his penis size had almost caught up with mine. I was just over 15.5 cm long, Neil's just under 16 cm. The biggest difference was in girth. I was significantly thicker than him, but we were both good sperm bowls. He was also a handsome young man who should have no trouble getting a date. The problem was that he was shy and afraid to ask. On the other hand, he had his sister who could give him a blowjob, so why should he even try with another girl?

“Mom?” Sandy called out as we sat down to a nice Sunday evening dinner.

“Yes, darling. Have I forgotten anything?” said Kathy as she answered our daughter.

"No. I only have one question," replied Sandy.

“Okay. Go ahead,” Kathy replied, without any idea what was about to happen.

I, on the other hand, had a queasy feeling. My testicles were immediately pulled into my body, as if they were hiding from something. My skin felt cold and clammy, and my gaze fixed on my daughter's face as she began to voice her opinion.

Without hesitation, Sandy asked: "How old were you when you... you know... 'did it'?"

Kathy's head snapped up from her plate, and with a feeling of déjà vu, she turned and looked at me. I just smiled at her, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. I knew the answer, and I also knew what she would tell our daughter, so there were no surprises for me. Actually, I liked the story because it always got me hard and ready for explosive sex. I know some men would have found it all disgusting, but I just wasn't a normal guy.

Knowing that asking me for help would be a waste of energy, she looked at Sandy and replied, "Well, I guess I was about 16 when I lost my virginity."

The answer must have surprised my daughter, because she smiled at her mother and continued eating. I knew that wasn't all, but I wasn't sure who she would attack next. After a few more bites, Sandy looked up at me and then turned back to her mother.

"Did Dad get your virginity?" Sandy asked us all in surprise.

Kathy giggled briefly and replied, "Oh God, no. I didn't know your father until we went to college."

“Oh… then who was it?” Sandy asked passionately.

“Damn, yes. Now we’re getting to the point,” I thought.

Kathy looked at me again, but said nothing.

I, in turn, looked at Kathy, smiled, and simply said, "Go on, tell her."

With a loud sigh, Kathy began: “So… look… it was like this. I grew up in a small town where there weren’t many people. The school was small, and the boys had plenty of prettier girls to choose from, but I just wasn’t very popular. The most exciting thing was when family came to visit. I loved it when Grandma and Grandpa came because they took me to the amusement park in the nearby town. My parents’ brothers and sisters would also come to visit occasionally. It happened during one of those visits.”

Kathy stopped talking and started eating again. I don't know why she thought she'd explained everything well enough, but I knew there was more. Sandy wasn't satisfied and asked her mother to tell her more. While still looking at her plate and playing with her food, she continued:

"Well, Uncle Jess... you do remember him, don't you?" said Kathy, searching for a way out.

“Yes.” “He’s Grandpa’s youngest brother. He doesn’t look bad for an old man,” Sandy replied.

“Yes. I guess he’s a bit old now, but when I was 16 he was only 36 and looked… well… good…”, she said, but was interrupted. 

"You mean he looked hot?" Sandy asked.

Kathy giggled and continued, "Yes. He was hot. Anyway, my Uncle Jess came and stayed with us for a few days while he was on vacation. Mom and Dad had to work the next day, so they went to bed, while Uncle Jess and I stayed up to watch a movie on TV. When the movie was over, Uncle Jess got up and told me he was going to bed and sleep well. Then he tried to kiss me on the cheek, but I turned my head away, and he ended up kissing me on the lips. I immediately felt an electric shock shoot through my pussy."

I felt my penis begin to grow because I knew exactly where this would end. I placed my hand on my lap and adjusted it into a better position so it could expand. When I looked around, I noticed that Sandy had stopped eating, and Neil, although watching closely, was still chewing his food.

I had never felt such arousal in my life and wondered why I felt this way, especially with my own uncle. Uncle Jess pulled away and looked into my eyes. He didn't run away or try to kiss me again immediately. I told him I enjoyed the kiss and then asked if I could have another. I wanted to understand why I had felt the way I did the first time he kissed me. Uncle Jess smiled at me, leaned in, and kissed me again. This time, he put his arms around me and hugged me tightly, our lips pressing firmly together. As we kissed, I parted my lips slightly and soon felt his tongue on them. I opened my mouth, not quite knowing what I was doing. Well, that was all it took. His tongue entered my mouth, and mine entered his. We kissed passionately for quite some time before we both had to break apart, overcome with arousal. Uncle Jess held out his hand, and I instinctively placed my smaller hand in his. He helped me. He stood up and gently pulled me into his room. We lay down on the floor where his blankets and pillow were and continued kissing. As we kissed, I felt his hands wander over my body, and to show him I wasn't a baby anymore, I did the same to him. By the time I reached his crotch, he was hard as a rock. Shortly after I started massaging his cock, his hand found my pussy. He slid it inside my shorts and then into my panties. I was steaming hot, and my pussy was soaking wet. Kathy paused briefly to take a sip of tea. I was about to explode. Neil had stopped eating and was savoring every word from his mother. Sandy had let his hands fall into her lap, and I knew pretty well why. I knew that if I didn't pull my cock out of its tightness, it was going to hurt a lot more soon. I reached down and pulled out my penis to give it some freedom.

Uncle Jess sat up and turned me over so I was lying on my back with my head on his pillow. He grabbed my shorts and panties and started to undress me from the waist down. Being shy and unsure what to do, I reached down and held onto my panties, but let him take off my shorts. Then I sat up and took off my shirt and bra so he could see my small but firm breasts. He moaned in approval as I lay back down. He stood up, took off his shirt, and then pulled down his pants and underwear. His rather thin penis sprang from his crotch as he looked down at my nearly naked 16-year-old body. He bounced up and down as he took in what was directly beneath him. Uncle Jess then got back down on the floor, bent over with his legs on either side of mine, and started kissing me again. While we were kissing, I pulled his hands to my breasts and begged him to play with me. A moment later, he lay on top of me and began rubbing his naked body against mine. It wasn't long before he moved and positioned his knees between my legs. He spread them and lay lovingly on top of me, my legs now spread wide. He took his penis and slid it into my panties, and before I knew what was happening, his hard cock was inside me. We both moaned as he pushed his entire penis deep into my virgin hole. We kissed while I felt him pumping his cock in and out of my hot, wet pussy.

Five minutes later, he thrust his penis in and out of my hole with such determination that I had a powerful orgasm, and a flood of vaginal fluid flowed around his throbbing shaft. After another ten minutes, I felt his semen swell inside me, bringing me to another pleasurable orgasm. He soon came to his senses and pulled out. He told me how sorry he was, but that I had been really good and that it had been the best sex he had ever had. We kissed one last time before I got dressed and went to bed. Unfortunately, I wasn't rewarded with another load of his semen. We kissed, but that was it. The only good thing, or should I say the luckiest thing, was that I didn't get pregnant since we didn't use anything," Kathy said as she finished her story.

I'd heard this story many times before, and every time I got hard as a rock, and we usually had sex shortly after. This time was different because it was during dinner, and the children were sitting at the table. Without saying much, we finished dinner. I think the children were wondering how they should react to the fact that their mother had lost her virginity to her uncle.

When the plates were almost empty, Sandy asked, "What's for dessert?"

“Cherry cake with whipped cream,” Kathy replied.

Amidst giggling and laughter, we all soon finished eating. While Kathy went to get dessert, Sandy started complaining to me about my past sex life.

"So... Dad... how old were you?", my daughter asked bluntly.

With a loud giggle, I replied, “My story isn’t nearly as exciting as your mother’s. I was very shy, just like Neil is today. I was 17, and the girl was only a month or two older than me. I took my mother’s car, and we parked behind the mall. She got in the back seat, took off her clothes from the waist down, and when I got in, I pulled out my penis and shoved it into her. I only lasted about five minutes before I filled her pussy with my sperm. We got dressed and went to the cinema. When the film was over, we went back to the mall, where we did it again. Like in your mother’s story, the best part was that the girl didn’t get pregnant, even though we hadn’t used anything.”

Kathy had returned to the table with the cake and said, "Now, Greg, tell the children the other part. You know, when you were 13." The two children's heads quickly turned to me as I shot my wife a dirty look. Sandy was there first, but Neil soon followed, begging me for the story. With an annoyed expression, I began to tell the short story.

I had just turned 13 and was playing at my best friend's house. His brother came in, took out a magazine, and started flipping through it. He asked if we wanted to look at it. We both looked, and to our surprise, it was a magazine full of naked men and women. Some of the men were putting their penises into girls, others into men's asses, and still others were just watching. The longer we looked at the pictures, the harder we all got, until my friend's brother asked if I wanted to cum in his ass. I used to jerk off pretty often, but I hadn't for a day or two, and my balls were about to burst. Finally, I agreed, and he got some lube and told me to smear it on his ass and my penis.

Shortly after, he bent over his bed, his ass pointing directly at me. I took my cock and aimed it at his hole. He must have done this quite a few times because my little cock slid right in. I immediately started pumping. My cock slid in and out of his ass, and a few minutes later I exploded, shooting a huge load of cum into his ass. He thanked me and left the room. I was still horny, and when I saw my boyfriend's big bulge, I asked him to fuck me in the ass. He lubed me up, and soon I felt his cock against my tight, virgin hole. It hurt, but I was desperate to know what it felt like to have my ass filled with hot cum. I told my boyfriend to push, and soon he was able to get his cock all the way in. He thrust hard and fast, and after only a minute or two, I had his load inside me. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be fucked in the ass and to fuck another boy in the ass too. We did it again and again until I turned 17 and had my first pussy.

"Cool," tweeted Sandy.

I looked over and saw that she had taken the can of whipped cream and drawn a big, hard penis on her cherry pie.

"Is that supposed to be a sign of interest?" I asked my daughter.

"Oh, Dad." She giggled.

Now that I and her mother were out of the way, she turned on her own brother. "Neil. Are you still a virgin?" Sandy blurted out as she took the first bite of her cake.

Neil looked at me and then at his mother, but knowing there was no way out, he answered: "Yes."

"Is your asshole still a virgin too?" she giggled.

“Dad!” Neil shouted.

“Oh… go ahead and answer your sister. I think your mother would like to know, and so would I.” I said it to my 16-year-old son.

“No…” he replied. Then Neil tried to get back at his sister’s question and asked, “Well, Sandy, are you still a virgin?”

"Stupid. I'm only 13, of course I'm still a virgin." She groaned.

Since he didn't want to let her get away so easily, he asked: "What about your asshole?"

“Yes, it is,” she giggled.

He continued the conversation and then asked his sister, "Do you want to lose your virginity?"

As she looked at her plate, she replied in a subdued voice: “Um… Hmmm…”

Neil asked hopefully, "Me?"

I wasn't sure about my wife, but I could hardly believe what I was hearing. My son and daughter were practically proposing to each other right in front of us.

She didn't look up again as she answered her brother: "Um... Hmmm..."

“Oh… you two… having oral sex and talking openly about it is one thing, actually doing it is quite another. The last thing we need right now is a baby in the house. If you both want to have sex, fine, but only under our supervision and only after you’ve seen a doctor and taken the pill. Do you understand, young lady?” I shouted, explaining how it would work.

“Yes, sir,” Sandy replied meekly.

I looked sternly at Neil, to which he replied: “Yes, Sir.”

"Okay. Tomorrow your mother will call the doctor and make an appointment for you. Then we'll see what happens," I said to my daughter.

After I finished dessert and felt more aroused than usual, I thought I should release the tension in the room. I stood up, my hard cock, dripping with precum, sticking out of my pants, went to my daughter, and held it in her face.

"How about you solve my problem? You know it's your fault anyway," I urged.

She smiled and wordlessly opened her mouth right there at the dining table. I slid my hard cock inside her, and a few minutes later I had shot a huge load of sperm into her belly. Then Neil stood up and offered his load to his sister. She sucked it and soon licked her lips as she swallowed the rest of her brother's sperm.

“Kathy, why don’t you take Sandy to her room and lick her pussy until she has a breathtaking orgasm while Neil and I clean up the kitchen,” I suggested.

Kathy took Sandy by the hand and led her into the bedroom, where they licked each other and had such breathtaking orgasms that we could hear them both screaming while we did the kitchen work. I explained to Neil that they needed some time to get used to each other before Sandy lost her virginity.

On Monday, Kathy made an appointment, and on Monday evening, Sandy took the pill. Since we knew she'd have to keep taking it for a while before it was safe, we all decided to have a "virginity loss" party on Sandy's 14th birthday. This got us all really excited. To make it even more exciting, we decided not to have sex again until then. That would be tough, since we wouldn't have sex for over a month, but we all thought it would be worth it.

A few days before Sandy's 14th birthday, we started the preparations. All her friends wondered if she was having a big party, but she told them she was just having a small party with her family. A few weeks later, she invited them all over for a big sleepover to make them feel less arrogant. Since her birthday was on a Sunday, we decided to start on Saturday night. Her first time was just after midnight. On Saturday, we did our usual morning things: shopping, laundry, and cleaning the house. We also washed the bed linens, even though we knew they would need to be washed again on Sunday.

We had lunch a little later than usual and then all went to bed to get some sleep. We knew it was going to be a long night and wanted to be rested for all the action ahead. It was around 8:00 p.m. when we finally managed to crawl out of bed that evening. It felt a bit strange getting up so late, but since we had planned everything, we knew we had to stick to the schedule. I helped Kathy with dinner while Sandy and Neil watched TV. We all had a nice dinner together and then cleaned up the kitchen before getting everything ready for a small birthday party, which included some decorations, a cake, and of course, some presents. It was just before 11:00 p.m. when I said, "Okay. Time for us all to get ready for the party. Kathy, you take Neil to our bathroom and shave and clean him up. I'll take Sandy to her bathroom and do the same."

I know this surprised Sandy and Neil, but that was the plan. It was also planned that Kathy would talk to Neil about how important it was for him to be gentle with his sister's vagina and how he absolutely had to try to bring her to orgasm, not just thrust in and come. I was also supposed to talk to Sandy about the pain and how she could relax during the deflowering. I was also supposed to find out if she wanted me to ejaculate inside her or if I should wait until she was older. It was her body, so of course it was her decision.

Sandy and I got in the shower, and before we started, I shaved her pussy, making sure to remove every last hair, so that her pussy was completely bare. Then she let me help her shave and clean my genitals. I washed her hair before scrubbing her entire body with soap. When she was sparkling clean, I let her scrub me. She went to work on my rock-hard, erect cock and balls. We dried ourselves off, and I freshened up her hair and finished by putting a little perfume on her. In the shower, we talked about feelings, sex, how she felt about her own brother being the first inside her, and what she thought about me giving her my own orgasm inside her body. She wanted me to fuck her but wasn't sure if she could handle me after her brother had cut her open. It was a matter of waiting and seeing.

When we were finished, we met in the kitchen, where the party was to begin. To make the evening even more fun, we started the night naked and planned to stay that way until Monday morning. Sandy and I were the first ones there, so we sat down and waited for the others to arrive.

“Are you nervous or excited?” I asked my soon-to-be 14-year-old daughter.

“Both.” She giggled. “I’m nervous about how it will feel, but I’m happy it will be with my family. I don’t understand why all families don’t take responsibility for deflowering their own children. It just makes more sense for a loving family member to be the first to take a child’s virginity. A stranger, or even a friend who may or may not be around years later, just takes virginity coldly and heartlessly. Doing it this way is just easier, more loving, and more caring,” Sandy said calmly.

“I’m glad you’re happy with how things are going, and I don’t understand why more families don’t offer more in-house tutoring,” I admitted.

A few minutes later, Kathy and Neil came into the room. Neil's penis was long, hard, and ready for sex. Mine was semi-erect but could have been rock hard in seconds. Right at midnight, we all sang "Happy Birthday" to Sandy, let her make a wish, and then blew out the 14 candles on her cake. Kathy cut the cake and served it with ice cream. Sandy was allowed to open her presents, and when she was finished, she gave us both a passionate French kiss.

We quickly cleared everything away and then went into the living room to spank the birthday girl. I sat on the couch and Sandy lay down on my lap. Kathy gave her four spanks first, each one a little harder than the last. Then it was Neil's turn, and he gave her the next four. His were all pretty hard, so Sandy writhed and moaned as she lay on top of my cum-covered cock. I gave her the next four, but they were all pretty gentle compared to the others. Kathy gave her number 13, followed by a harder number 14 from her brother.

"And one to grow on," I said, as I gave her one that an adult would notice.

“Ouch! That hurt!” Sandy screamed, jumping up from my lap.

"That's how it should be, baby," I told her.

To make it up to her, I had her bend over, and we all kissed her red bottom. Only after I kissed her bottom did I lovingly run my fingers over her pussy, making her moan with interest.

"I love you, baby," I whispered in her ear before telling her to get up.

“I love you too, Daddy… But the last slap hurt,” she complained.

"Well, let's see if we can make it up to you," I said, taking her by the hand and leading her into her bedroom.

Kathy laid a large towel on Sandy's bed before I helped her into position. I was eager to be first, but since my cock was thicker than my son's, we figured it would be best to stretch her bit by bit. I kissed her lovingly while I rubbed lube into her pussy. While I worked as much lube into her as possible, Kathy lubed up Neil's rock-hard cock. She had to be very careful so Neil wouldn't explode, which would have ruined the evening for everyone.

Once Sandy was relaxed and ready, and Neil was oiled up, we helped our son get into bed with his sister. He began kissing her and playing with her small but beautiful breasts. When the time was right, we instructed Neil to position himself between his sister's legs. Slowly, he began to slide his hard cock into his sister's tight pussy.

Gradually, he opened her slit and worked to get his glans inside her. It took some time and care, but he finally succeeded. Once he had the head in, he paused and let her relax a little. A few minutes later, he slowly slid his cock in and out of her until his balls rested on her buttocks. It was a slow process, but by taking his time, she seemed to be able to tolerate the pain better. He paused again so she could get used to her pussy being filled with his cock. During this pause, he kissed her beautiful lips and played with her hard nipples to keep her aroused.

Like proud parents would, Kathy and I stood by the bed and watched our children make love for the first time. We were not only happy for our children and delighted by what they were doing together, but also grateful for how well they were doing it. I had taken Kathy's hand and held it when our children lost their virginity, but now that Neil was fully inside his sister, Kathy wanted to tell me something. She took my hand and pulled it between her legs. There, I realized that her pussy was so hot that her juices were not only filling her hole but also running down her leg. Then I looked down at my own penis and realized that it was throbbing so long and hard that the pre-cum had spread from the tip to the shaft and was dripping onto the floor. We knew we shouldn't masturbate because we, too, would soon be sexually satisfied by our own children and didn't want to spoil their time with us.

Just as I was about to encourage her to finally get started, Neil broke away from a long, hot French kiss, looked into his sister's eyes and asked: "Are you ready?"

“Yes,” was all she replied.

That was all that needed to be said. Neil withdrew about halfway and slowly slid his penis back into his sister's well-lubricated opening. With a sweet groan, Neil did it a second time. Then a third time, and finally a fourth. With each thrust, Sandy moaned softly. Neil knew now that she enjoyed what he was doing and took things to the next level. He withdrew, leaving only the head of his penis inside his sister's vagina. This time he thrust in with much more force, making Sandy gasp.

"Is everything alright?" Neil asked, concerned.

“Mmmm… Hmmm… Please do that again…”, purred Sandy.

When I heard my daughter practically begging her brother to fuck her pussy harder, my own cock twitched and spurted precum onto the floor. Neil did as he was told and pulled out, leaving only a minimal amount inside her. Then he thrust it back in with all the force he could muster. With a grunt and a smile on her face, he immediately did it a second, third, and fourth time. Then Neil pulled out less before ramming it back into her cunt. He did this with less force, but faster. It wasn't long before he found the perfect rhythmic fucking sequence that soon had both children breathing faster and heavier. Neil continued with a simple, slow fucking for a few more minutes, but the urge to empty his balls into his sister's pussy overwhelmed him. Kathy and I watched as Sandy gripped her brother's ass while he rode her. In my opinion, it looked as if Neil had brought his sister to the edge, but hadn't pushed her over the edge. That's something most men would like to do, but few can.

Sandy's face grew increasingly red as she was so close to orgasm. Then it happened suddenly. Sandy shifted downwards slightly, allowing her brother's penis to rub against her clitoris at a better angle and with more force. This triggered her first orgasm of the night.

“Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmm... Ohhh!!!... Yessss!!!...”, Sandy screamed as an orgasm overwhelmed her young body.

Knowing he'd just brought his sister to orgasm with his penis, Neil couldn't hold back any longer. He sped up, pounding into the small, young body beneath him with twice the force, as if he were tenderizing a steak with a meat tenderizer. This change in speed and power reignited Sandy's incredibly intense orgasm just as it was beginning to subside. On the verge of her first multiple orgasm, Sandy grabbed her brother's buttocks and squeezed them to make him go even faster.

Neil, who now had almost no energy left for both children, shifted into high gear. He fucked his sister purely instinctively, knowing that it would feel better with every thrust. Sandy reached her second orgasm, flooding her pussy with extra juice, which made it even easier for his hard cock to slide inside her. Now that the speed was at its maximum, Neil worked with power.

Kathy and I were both on the verge of exploding, even without any sexual contact. We loved the show, but also knew it would soon be over. With a few slower but extremely hard thrusts, Neil arched his back and ejaculated his first load deep inside his sister.

“Um…”, Neil groaned, his body trembling.

The hot jets of semen triggered his sister's third orgasm, and she too began to tremble. Their arms entwined, they finally returned to reality. Slowly, they opened their eyes and looked into each other's faces. Neil smiled first, but Sandy soon followed suit. When they both realized that the other was enjoying what had happened, Neil lowered his head, and they immediately began kissing, which soon turned into a very passionate French kiss.

Kathy and I continued to stand silently by the bed. We absolutely didn't want to frighten the children or make them feel bad about what they had just done. A few minutes later, the kiss ended, and Sandy turned her head to the side for the first time. She looked at her mother and then at my completely wet penis.

"Daddy... will you do it for me now?" Sandy pleaded.

“Um…”, Neil gasped.

He was visibly annoyed that his sister wanted to be fucked by another guy's cock again.

"You were great, and I'm really glad I lost my virginity, but now I want Daddy's cock. You can put your cock in Mommy's pussy if you want," Sandy urged.

Neil glanced over and saw his mother's wet slit and her vaginal fluid running down her legs. He asked, "Mom, would you like me to put my penis inside you?"

“Yes, baby. I think that would be great. If you want,” my wife replied.

Neil and I changed positions, and as I looked down at my daughter's pussy, I knew I wouldn't need any extra lube. What worried me was that her pussy was bright red, and I was afraid she'd be in a lot of pain as soon as I slid my cock inside her. I quickly came up with a way to arouse her so she wouldn't realize it hurt. I leaned forward and started kissing my daughter on the lips. Almost instantly, I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. I moaned softly with pleasure as we started making out. We kept kissing while I tried to refocus on my actual task. When I pulled away from my daughter's kiss, I was met with a dirty look, followed by an annoyed moan. That soon changed, though, as I quickly lowered my face to her very hot, very red pussy.

With my tongue outstretched, I began licking the outside of her vulva. My daughter rolled her eyes and opened her mouth, letting out some of the most erotic moans I had ever heard. These moans aroused my desire to give her even more pleasure, so my tongue moved inside her vulva and eventually into her vulva itself. I could taste my son's semen as I licked her inside and out. The taste of his semen reminded me of how he used to fuck his sister and how much she enjoyed having her own brother place his semen deep inside her. Instead of licking her clean, I left as much saliva as possible inside her to cool the opening and also to lubricate the outside of her vulva. I knew that once I was inside her, I wouldn't have any trouble, as she was already filled with semen, her juices, and the initial lube I had given her. When I realized that no more saliva was getting in, I pulled myself up and kissed my daughter's little lips again.

“Mmmm…”, Sandy moaned as we kissed again.

This other sound made me curious, so I pulled myself up and asked, "Is everything alright?"

"Mmmm... Hmmm... I can taste Neil's sperm on your lips." She giggled.

Knowing she was distracted by the new taste on my lips, her pussy slicked with more than one kind of lube and already stretched, I knew there would be no better time than now to slide my cock into her. I got into a good position, pulling her legs up and over my shoulders, hoping it would make it easier for her to insert me. I lowered my hips toward her as I brought my mouth to her lips. We started kissing again as I slowly guided my glans directly toward her pussy.

I touched her without her noticing. I started playing with her small breasts while my tongue danced in her mouth. Completely unprepared, I began my mission. I pushed the tip of my penis into my daughter's pussy, but entry was denied. It was stretched, but not wide enough for my thick cock to easily penetrate the opening. I knew I had to go through with it soon, or I would explode all over my little daughter's body. I also knew that once I was inside, I wouldn't last long and would have to work really hard if I wanted to make her come.

I took a deep breath and thrust briefly and gently, trying to get the tip of my penis into her tight pussy. The first thrust had little effect, so I quickly tried a second, harder one. This time I only got the tip in, but I also earned a startled look from my daughter. Not wanting to lose the small lead I'd gained, I didn't withdraw. From where it had left off, I thrust into her cunt a third time. Sandy writhed as the pain from my thick cock spread through her body. Our kissing had stopped, and for the first time, her face looked scarred. She didn't tell me to stop, so I thrust again. She didn't pull away, but let out a loud, painful grunt.

Our eyes were locked in each other's, and I said, "I love you, but if you want me to stop, I will."

She smiled at me sympathetically and then said, "I love you too, Daddy. Do it... just put it in. It'll be fine."

I gave her a quick kiss, and before she could change her mind, I rammed my thick cock into her pussy. This time the whole head penetrated her tight hole, but when I tore her open, she screamed in pain. I froze for a few minutes until she finally realized what was happening.

She placed her hands on my bottom and pulled me towards her, pleading, "Please, Daddy. I want everything now."

I thrust in and pulled out a little. I did this a second, third, fourth, and fifth time before I'd even pushed half the shaft inside her. I could now feel the warmth of my son's semen as it spurted around the head and shaft of my cock. With the added lube, I gained some strength and was soon pumping harder into my daughter's pussy. She adapted quickly and moaned with pleasure, not pain. With one final thrust, I felt the head touch the end of the tunnel. Now that my balls were resting on her buttocks and my head against her cervix, Sandy began to tremble as her body experienced a completely unexpected climax. I felt her juices spray my cock as her pussy contracted around the shaft and head.

Just one more thrust or another contraction of her pelvic floor muscles, and I would have exploded without the pleasure of pumping my cock in and out of her sweet pussy. I stopped moving as her orgasm subsided. When it was over, she opened her eyes and told me how good it felt to have me inside her. We kissed a few times while I cooled down a bit. Once I had calmed down and she was under control, I began the short journey to cum inside my daughter's sweet little pussy.

As I looked deep into my daughter's eyes, I felt an unusual connection. It wasn't a father-daughter connection, nor was it a husband-wife connection. It was as if we were one. I could almost feel what she felt, and it seemed as if she could do the same for me. Perhaps it was because we were so aroused that we both knew the other was enjoying what was happening.

We both smiled at each other as I pulled my body away from hers. My cock rubbed slowly against the inside of her pussy as it was slid through her love canal. Just as the tip of my cock threatened to pop out of her warm hole, I turned and pushed it back in, where it could once again feel her heartbeat. As soon as it reached the end of the tunnel, I withdrew it again. I repeated this process slowly, over and over. Going slowly made it easier for me not to come too soon. It also rekindled Sandy's arousal after her last intense orgasm.

I kept the slow-motion fucking session going for fifteen minutes, savoring every minute. I was about to come when Sandy started breathing heavily. Her face flushed and her heart raced. I could feel her vaginal muscles begin to suck on my cock as it slowly slid in and out of her. I knew she was close, and even though I'd only given her one orgasm and her brother had given her three, I wanted to give her something to remind her of me.

Timing was crucial. I'd been on the verge of coming for a good five minutes, and the longer I slowly fucked my daughter, the closer she got to it too. When I knew she couldn't go on any longer without an incredibly intense orgasm, I increased the pace. Every time I was deep inside her, I increased the speed with the next thrust. Over the next two or three minutes, I noticed Sandy's eyes opening wider and wider, her breathing becoming heavier, until she started panting like a dog. "Oh... Daddy... Oh... Daddy... I... I... I..." my little daughter moaned. Those were the first words she uttered before she started to tremble. She tried to keep her eyes open and stare at mine, but she just couldn't. At that moment, I knew she'd come too far to stop. I increased my pace and began fucking her like she'd never been fucked before. She, too, thrust her body against mine, trying to take even more of my cock inside her.

With three lightning-fast and incredibly hard thrusts, I plunged my cock as deep into her body as possible and then paused. Semen immediately began to flow from my balls and up my shaft before erupting with full force from the tip. This powerful surge of semen triggered her orgasm, and she trembled violently as such an intense orgasm nearly made her faint.

Our family was on holiday at a nudist resort on a beach in France when something quite shocking happened. But our boys loved it, and it became a cherished part of our lives.

We are Mark and Trish. Our boys are Jason and Simon, who were 11 and 10 years old a few years ago. We were in our thirties at the time. We've always been an open family. We raised our boys as nudists, both at home and on vacation, and we were also quite open about sex, including the fact that we, as a couple, occasionally had sex with other people.

The boys had started masturbating, and we encouraged them to talk about it openly, and we didn't mind them starting to play little games together. But that summer in France took things to a whole new level. We had checked into the resort for a whole month during the summer holidays.

On the second day, the boys explored the dunes right by the beach. When they returned, they were accompanied by a tall, older Frenchman, and they were full of excitement. "There's so much going on up there," said Jason, "things like you two do together, men and women—" "And children too," added Simon. "And this is our new friend Thierry," said Jason. "Well, that sounds like fun," said their mother, "we'll all have to go and see for ourselves later."

Trish speaks fluent French, since her mother is from France. I only speak a little French, and Thierry only spoke school English, so Trish did the translating. Thierry was there with his parents and an older sister. He was 13, older than the boys, and they lived just a short drive from the beach, so they often went there during the summer holidays. "Thierry let us play with his penis," Jason said.

“He’s very tall,” said Simon. “I want to see him,” smiled their mother, “but not here on the open beach.” “Can we meet your family?” she asked Thierry. Thierry’s parents were sitting on the beach at the far end of the resort, so we grabbed our bags and walked naked over to Thierry’s family. The parents, Suzanne and Jean-Yves, were very friendly. They both spoke some English, but Trish had to do quite a bit of translating. Their daughter, Louise, was 15 and was sitting a little apart, talking to a boy. We chatted for a while.

They shared the wine they had brought. Finally, Trish asked what Thierry was doing in the dunes. "Oh, that doesn't bother us," said Suzanne. "There are so many people around that it's perfectly safe. We have a rule that they don't have sex with anyone in the dunes. Any other kind of play is fine. If they want to have sex with someone, they have to take them home."

We were, to say the least, surprised. But that wasn't the only thing.

Later Suzanne said: “Here in France, incest is not illegal. Many families practice it. We do it, we do it with our parents and other family members.”

We were amazed.

“But your boys love the idea,” said Suzanne. “They already heard about it from Thierry. And they gave him a blowjob. You all have to come to our house and have some fun.”

“Louise is bringing the boy with her; he’s from her school,” she added.

Trish didn't take much convincing, and I was rather skeptical, wondering if it was the right thing to do. But that evening, we drove to her house, which was about five kilometers from the resort. It was a lovely house on the edge of the village with a charming garden. There we met the family: Louise and her boyfriend Andre, as well as an older couple who were introduced as Jean-Yves' parents, Claude and Marie. "They live in the village," Suzanne said. Everyone was naked, so we didn't waste any time undressing ourselves.

Suzanne handed out drinks and delicious snacks. She kept everyone seated so the families weren't all together. I sat between the older couple, while Trish sat next to Suzanne and Jean-Yves. Louise sat in the corner on a large cushion, making out with Andre and playing with his penis. Our two boys were lying on the floor on either side of Thierry. 

“I think we should get to know each other better,” Suzanne said, reaching out her hand to Trish. Soon everyone was touching and groping each other. Marie made my cock hard, while her husband already had a huge erection, which he put in my mouth. Trish was soon being licked by Suzanne, while she had to give Jean-Yves a blowjob. I had trouble getting Claude’s huge penis into my mouth.

I was surprised by how direct the guys were. They must have more experience than I thought. They were acting like porn stars. Jason was expertly sucking Thierry while Simon was kissing him with tongues. Jason's young ass was pointing towards me. Claude took his cock out of my mouth and took some lube. He pressed his thick penis against Jason's asshole and thrust in. Jason flinched and cried out, but soon he was taking it, moaning with pleasure and continuing to suck Thierry. "He's so tight," Claude said happily as he thrust into Jason's young hole. "Have you ever fucked a woman before?" Suzanne asked Simon. Simon shook his head. "You mean you've never fucked your mom?" Simon shook his head again. "Quel dommage." (= Shame, disgrace)

“Every boy’s first fuck should be with his mother,” Suzanne said, beckoning Simon over. “Thierry had me when I was nine, and he fucks me a lot.” Suzanne gave Simon’s cock a quick suck; it was already hard. Then she guided it into Trish’s pussy, which was wet with Suzanne’s saliva and Trish’s juices. Trish leaned back submissively and let Simon enter. As he began thrusting his young cock into his mother, the rest of us watched. It wasn’t long before the first two orgasms came. Claude grunted as he came inside Jason’s tight boy pussy, and shortly after, Simon came inside his mother. We were all delighted that he had produced some sperm.

"Now it's your turn," Suzanne said to Jason. She guided his penis into his mother. While he fucked her, we could see Claude's semen oozing from his tight asshole. Thierry went over to them and pushed his own penis into Jason's ass, which was wet with Thierry's grandfather's semen.

"And now it's your turn," Suzanne said to me. She rubbed me with lube, and my cock was rock hard. She guided me into Thierry's willing ass. My wife and I were at the ends of a chain of young cocks. We swung back and forth as the three of us men thrust our hard cocks into the holes in front of us. I stroked Thierry's young, sexy ass as I fucked him until I couldn't take it anymore and gasped loudly as I shot my load inside him. Trish enjoys sucking my cock clean after I've come in her ass, but this was the first time I'd seen her do the same with other cocks. She sucked and licked the guys' cum-covered cocks and holes and finally kissed me passionately.

So I got a good taste of the mixture on her tongue. That was very exciting. Now it was time to make sure the women were satisfied, and so the five of us men spent the rest of the evening. Until the early hours of the morning, we licked and fucked Trish, Suzanne, and Marie. We made sure our two guys got a good education in satisfying women, since they had no prior experience with men.

Simon and Jason were allowed to insert their young, hard cocks into all the three women's holes in various positions and also learned how to use their tongues and fingers. It was so exciting to watch my two sons; they never seemed to tire, even when they came. I was also allowed to lick Thierry's cock, and he gave me a delicious mouthful of his rich cum. We almost fell asleep, so it was late morning when we left our French hosts, all happy and satisfied. At least for a few hours…

A few days later, our family went exploring the dunes. It was a revelation. At first, the dunes looked pretty empty, but when you looked behind the bushes, there were people everywhere, of all ages, including boys, in all sorts of combinations. There were men having sex with other men, women giving head to groups of men, and obviously families going down on each other. There were teenagers in pairs and more. Everyone seemed to be having carefree fun and didn't care who was watching. We let the boys decide what they wanted to do. We had brought lube and condoms just in case. Suddenly, Jason shouted, "Mom, Dad, come here!"

Behind the dune where Jason was, five boys stood in a line. Each had his cock in the ass of the boy in front of him and one in his own ass. No words were needed. Trish lubricated the boys' cocks and assholes. The line opened gently to allow them in and closed again. I joined in, taking the cock of the boy in front in my mouth. Trish simply leaned back, enjoying the view and playing with herself. For a while, the line moved gently. I heard only the wind and soft, lustful moans as I felt the young, rock-hard cock in my mouth. Obviously, the boys had plenty of experience! Slowly, the movements became more insistent as the boys began to fuck harder, and the lustful gasps grew louder. The first boy came, and everyone shuddered with him. Then I got a load of teen cum in my mouth. Finally, the line split, Jason was being fucked, Simon was fucking. Jason got a good load in his ass. Only then did I notice the audience applauding. It was the boys' parents who had been watching! I went to Trish, and we kissed passionately so I could share the semen I had kept.

The boys were thrilled! They couldn't stop talking about it and wanted to do it again as soon as possible. They were constantly kissing and caressing each other. Trish wiped them clean with a damp cloth after giving them a little licking.

After that, we got talking to the parents of one of the boys in the group. They were from Germany but spoke good English. They said it was a popular activity and always took place at that time of day. Sometimes there were ten or even more boys in the group, and children from the surrounding area also came, as well as visitors.

Gunther and Inge were a very attractive couple. Their son Matthias was eleven, and we saw that our two had already become friends with him – the three of them were giving each other oral sex in a triangle.

"We got really turned on watching the boys," said Inge. "Do you both want to fuck?"

Of course! After we'd all sucked for a bit, Trish sat on Gunther's cock while I entered Inge from behind. We positioned ourselves so that Inge could kiss Gunther on the floor and I could kiss Trish standing up. We kissed passionately to express our love while we fucked the other couple, and shortly after, I came inside Inge. Inge moved over Gunther's mouth to feed him my cum, and that made him come immediately. I saw his cum seeping out of my wife's pussy, and as his cock slid out, I took it in my mouth and gently licked it clean. Then I licked Trish clean, enjoying Gunther's cream mingling with my wife's juices.

The boys had come over to watch, and while Gunther and Inge kissed and exchanged semen, Matthias pissed in their faces. They smiled and licked it up while they kissed. "Hey, that's cool," Jason shouted. "Join in," Trish said. Soon our boys were squirting their piss all over us. We ended up in an orgy of mutual sucking and licking, all seven of us, and the boys gave us even more semen. Trish and I sunbathed on the beach every morning while the boys went exploring. Every day we made friends with the couples and families on the beach, and the boys brought friends over. We spent the afternoons naked with these friends. One day, Simon and Jason came back with five teenagers. We were already entertaining Angie, an older German woman who was there with her adult son, Christian. The four of us were sucking when the boys arrived. Soon it developed into a gangbang between the two women and all the men, with the men playing with each other while they waited for their turn. I enjoyed sucking seven boys' cocks, including my own sons, and became part of the gangbang when several of them fucked me. The boys saved their cum for the two women, and Trish's and Inge's pussies were overflowing with sperm, which I then licked up with relish.

Pierre was one of the boys, a handsome young man of 15, and I fell in love with him the moment he fucked me. We spent the last ten days of the holiday kissing, cuddling, fucking, and sucking each other. Although he was fucking Trish, he said he preferred older men. Trish was happy that Pierre had become my lover, and he spent most of his time with us and the boys until we went home, even sleeping over a few nights. Pierre was at the resort with his father, his father's brother, and his cousin, so one evening we were allowed to play with them.

Suzanne and Jean-Yves kept their promise of a big party. It was a few nights before our departure. There was a large crowd, maybe twenty families and a few men and women, mostly locals, but also a few tourists they had met. Everyone was naked, and we ate a buffet in the garden that some of the local families had put together. The adults mostly chatted, but the children couldn't wait, and soon there were groups of kids everywhere, sucking and fucking. I noticed that many men got erections just watching!

It was an interesting and rather surprising group of people. The local mayor was there with her husband and teenage daughter. She had also come with her mother, an attractive woman in her sixties, who had brought along a toyboy! It was the mother's (Annette's) birthday, so there was something of a celebration going on.

The boys were, of course, having a great time in their own inimitable way. I saw Jason fucking an older girl while a younger boy put his cock in Jason's ass. Later I found out that the girl and the boy were brother and sister. Simon was doing 69 with my friend Pierre.

The local police officer was also at the party with his wife, son, and two daughters. When I was introduced to the older daughter, who was 14, she had a boy at each end. The 12-year-old Englishman who was inside her politely offered me his place, so I fucked the girl while the 12-year-old fucked my mouth, which was wonderful. I was so turned on by the sights and sounds of all the sex around me that I came and left a load deep inside the girl. The boy, Will, then switched places with me again, fucking her in my wet mess and licking my sticky cock clean.

I went to clean up and then relaxed for a while with a drink, watching naked children and adults enjoying themselves. I have never seen such a wonderfully indecent and beautiful sight before or since. Trish had joined a group of women who were taking on everyone. I saw her with her tongue inside the girl I had just filled with cum, while another young man was fucking her from behind. The two guys were so close I couldn't see what they were doing. I joined a group of women of different ages and started sucking the cock of a young man who was being fucked from behind by the policeman. Someone I couldn't see sucked me, and when I was hard, my cock was inserted by an older woman. Our holiday opened new horizons for us. We made connections with families like ours back home. We went on holiday to the same place every year and met up with old and new friends. Pierre and Thierry both visited us, and the guys and we had a lot of fun with them.

Jason is dating a girl from an active family; she has a brother. Most weekends her family comes over, or we go to their place, and they have other fun family members too.

This story is about my great adventure exploring the country. My name is Jamie, and I come from a farming town in northern Virginia, near the border with West Virginia.

I am 17 and about to graduate from high school.

My father has raised me since I was five years old, when my mother left us. My father's name is Roger, and he not only manages our small, 200-acre family farm but also does local deliveries for FedEx. Before my mother left, he was a long-haul truck driver and met many men in the freight industry. He likes to talk about that time.

Like any teenager, I've had sex with many of my friends. I love sucking cocks and have enjoyed many cocks in my ass. I've also exceeded the average length of other guys with my 5-inch penis. Some of my friends only like to be on top or bottom, and I can enjoy both. My dad knows I have sex with other boys, but he says it's normal for teenagers, and I'm sure he's heard me having fun with a friend during sleepovers.

I have a friend who stays over at least once a month, and sometimes I stay over at his place or a friend's. It's not uncommon for my dad to have one of his friends stay over after watching football and drinking too much beer. Our farmhouse only has two bedrooms, so it's pretty obvious where his or my friends sleep when they stay over. We're just two guys who prefer male company.

I talked to my dad about my plan and decided to spend the summer before my freshman year of college in America. I don't have a car, so if I need to go somewhere, I can borrow Dad's pickup truck. Dad told me that if I'm flexible about where I go each week, I can ride with truckers. I've already gone with Dad to the rest stop nearby a few times so he can meet up with his trucker friends. Rest stops are like little towns where a lot of people know each other. I'm 5'10" and tall enough to play football in high school, so I can take care of myself. My dad isn't worried, and I told him I'll send him a text or a picture every week so he knows I'm doing okay.

He gave me a few rules I have to follow. First: Treat everyone I meet with respect and don't judge anyone. Their idea of normal or acceptable might be different from mine. Second: Always ask first before rushing into anything. Third: If someone invites you to their home, consider it an honor, because they didn't have to. Dad gave me a debit card with $500 and some cash for food and snacks so I wouldn't be a freeloader.

I wanted to keep a digital diary on my phone, describing my travels and the people I met. Dad put me in touch with a trucker he knew for the first leg of my trip. He was delivering auto parts to Upstate New York. We stopped at a rest area in central Pennsylvania. I asked him if it would be okay if I gave him a blowjob, and he unzipped his jeans. I asked him dozens of times during my trip, and no one said no. He was a real man and had a nice, thick daddy cock, which I really enjoyed. Knowing my dad, he asked if he fucked me regularly, and I told him I hadn't had sex with him yet.

He told me that was a shame. That night we stopped in Plattsburgh, and I got fucked in a sleeper car for the first time. His thick cock filled my ass perfectly. I slept naked, snuggled up against that big guy, and in the morning his morning erection was deep inside my ass, moving gently back and forth as he kissed my neck. That's how I woke up. He was on his way to Ontario and arranged for me to get a car transporter to Miami so I could continue my sightseeing tour.

He told the driver he knew my father and to treat me gently since I was only 17. Daniel was in his early thirties, single, and you could tell he spent a lot of time at the gym. He told me some of the new rest stops had gyms and communal showers. The thought of all those muscular guys in the showers turned me on, and I told him so. On the drive south, all he wanted to talk about was my sexual experiences—how many guys I'd given head to and how many of my buddies had fucked me. 

He had a beautiful cock, longer than mine (which isn't unusual), but it tapered from an uncircumcised glans to a thick base. Every time we stopped at a rest area, I took the opportunity to give him a blowjob to relieve our bladders.

He told me about the glory holes at rest stops he'd visited. He said why he should get married when he could always get off in someone's mouth or ass. He was a dominant top. He rented a row house off I-95, east of Orlando, with another truck driver, and we stayed there one night. He said his roommate was his cousin Randy, and they were about the same age. After I met him, I knew he was Daniel's sex toy, probably since they were teenagers. He acts so submissive to Daniel, telling him what to do. I'm sure he does the cooking and cleaning. We got Chinese takeout, and I did my bit by helping clean up.

Daniel wanted to demonstrate his dominance and ordered his cousin to kneel before him and remove his jeans and underwear, which he obediently did. Daniel put a pink dog collar on him and told us both to undress. He told me to lie on my back on the floor and his cousin to lie on top of me so we could give each other head in the 69 position. His cock was a few inches shorter than Daniel's and even a little shorter than mine, but perfect for sucking. Daniel entered Randy's ass just inches above my face. When I leaned over, I could lick Daniel's balls. While he was fucking his cousin, he called him all sorts of gay slurs, from cock-sucking sissy to pussy-slut, just like his mother did.

As he came inside his cousin's ass, he asked a question that sounded more like a statement: "Is he a whore, just like his mom?" I got his used cock in my mouth to suck it clean, and he called me a good slut. Daniel stood up and announced he was going to bed and I shouldn't disturb him. Randy rolled over, crying. I asked him why, and he said Daniel had promised not to call him that in front of other people. Then Randy told me his life story. He said his cousin had been fucking him since they were 14, but at first it had been a secret. His mother had Randy when she was 15, and Daniel's father had gotten her pregnant when she was only 14. He said Daniel would bring it up to embarrass him when they were teenagers. Randy said because his mother never finished high school, she could only work three days a week at a waffle house. When her parents kicked her out, his mother found a one-room apartment which she shared with Randy. Randy said his mother had many boyfriends when he was a child, and he slept on the sofa when she had a date.

He said these men left cash on the nightstand or the dining room table when they left. Daniel insisted that Randy's mother had sex with these men for money, but Randy didn't want to believe it. Randy's mother knew that her son and Daniel had gay sex, and she explained to Randy that some boys were meant to suck dicks and get fucked, and that there was nothing to be ashamed of. She also knew that Daniel was bossy and dominated her son, but her son always tried to get along with everyone. When they were in high school, Daniel brought some guys from the football team and said they wanted to hire his mother for a few hours. He put a 20-dollar bill in Randy's pocket and went into the bedroom.

Judging by the sounds coming from inside, he was fucking Randy's mother. After 15 minutes, he came back out and told Randy to kneel down and suck his cock clean. Randy hesitated because he didn't want the other guys to see him sucking cock, but Daniel put his hands on Randy's shoulders and pushed him down. The other guys happily helped him and laughed about it. The next guy put another 20-dollar bill in his pocket and went into the bedroom.

After that, Randy had to suck his cock clean. This happened with every boy who was there. When Daniel was recharged, he made the embarrassed Randy bend over a stool, pulled down his pants, and buried his cock in him. After Daniel pumped a load of cum into his cousin's ass, some boys took their turn, and some said it was too gay and left. When Randy went to school on Monday, everyone knew he was a cock-sucking faggot and his mother was a whore. While Randy told me this story, I held him and stroked his back. I asked him why he still lived with his cousin, and he said, embarrassed, that he loved him. I kept to myself how messed up that was. Randy and I slept together that night, and in the morning, I drove him to Tampa, where he had to pick up a load. I took a selfie of Randy and me kissing and sent it to my father.

At the counter of the rest stop diner, I met another trucker who was headed to Tulsa. I rode with him, and he was a burly guy, about 50 years old. That evening, we had a burger, and he fucked me very romantically in his sleeper cab. It was nice lying in his hairy arms. The fact that he was married didn't bother me because there was no drama like last night. He told me he had two sons who were a little older than me, and when they became teenagers, he taught them how to suck dicks and put a daddy dick in their teenage pussies.

He said it was an unbreakable father-son bond. In Tulsa, I met a farmer from Nebraska who had just delivered a load of feed corn, and I went with him to his farm. We stopped at a closed weigh station near Kansas City, and I happily gave him a blowjob, for which he was very grateful. I always enjoy sucking cocks. He was married and had three children. His oldest son had recently joined the Marines, so there were only two left at home.

One daughter had just turned 16, and the youngest son was almost 14. In Nebraska, there were cornfields as far as the eye could see, with steel silos every few miles. His farmhouse had recently been renovated and now had three bedrooms, a large open kitchen, and a living room. He introduced me to his family. His daughter, who was a little younger than me, was cute, but his son, Joey, was a perfect 13-year-old with a nice, firm ass. He reminded me of the boys in my Girl Scout troop. Their round butts are perfect for fucking. His father told him to show me around the farm since it was still an hour until dinner. He asked me a lot of questions, including whether his father had ever fucked me. I said no, not yet. He said he loved it when his father fucked him and asked if my father would fuck me. I
I told him that my father and I had never been so intimate before.

He leaned against a silo and pulled down his pants so I could enter him. An invitation I didn't refuse. Joey talked nonstop, even as I mounted him. He said all his buddies in the FFA were getting fucked by their dads, and some of the other dads too.

While I was fucking his teen ass, he told me that his dad loves fucking teenage boys. He's fucked his older son and most of his buddies, and now it's my turn. He said his mom loves filming dads fucking boys. At that remark, I came inside his teen pussy just imagining it. Joey simply pulled up his jeans, took my hand, and said it was time to wash up for dinner, while I tucked my dick back into my pants. Dinner was beef stew with potatoes and carrots, and of course, corn on the cob. I couldn't help but see his parents in a slightly different light now than Joey had described them to me.

After some homemade peach ice cream, we all went into the living room. Joey told me to just follow her example, and I watched as everyone undressed, including her daughter Joyce. She has a nice body for 16, and Mom wasn't bad either. Mom grabbed her video camera and started directing the activities. Joey and Joyce undressed me. They took turns sucking my cock, and Joyce definitely had experience. Joey told me during our walk that Joyce and her older brother spent a lot of time together in bed. Obviously a very loving family, and I could imagine her and her dad having sex while Mom watched.

Mom told Joey to lie on the floor and I to get on all fours over him so we could give each other blowjobs. I love sucking teenage dicks because they're small and have tight balls. So I was happy, and so was Joey. I felt some lube drip onto my crack and knew I was about to be fucked. Mom, who was operating the camera, told her husband to watch her fuck me and tell everyone who I was. She'd made this a routine, and I was about to be roasted on a spit. When his cock was all the way inside me, I sucked Joey's cock even harder, and then the real fucking began. Joyce sat on the sofa and said to me, "Don't you love having Dad's cock inside you? I love it in my ass too, just like my brothers."

Mom directed the scene and had Joey and me lie side by side while we were fucked by his father. Joey liked to kiss me while his father filled my ass with his cock and asked me, "Isn't that great?" That night, I shared Joey's bed, and we kissed a lot before falling asleep. In the morning, Mom made a hearty farm breakfast for all of us. Joey and his father drove about 20 miles down I-80 to the next rest stop to drop me off. He took a picture of me and Joey like we were brothers and told me I could stop by the farm anytime I was in the area. We all hugged like family, and I sent the picture of me and Joey to my father.

My ass was still sore from last night's fuck, but in the afternoon I met a trucker on his way to Las Vegas. He was picking up his load in Cedar Rapids. Most of the truckers I met on my trip were between 30 and 60, and this guy was no exception. Despite being 54, he was in great shape and said he went to the gym whenever he could. His plan was to check out a Flying J Truck Stop near Las Vegas because it was new and had a large gym, locker rooms, and a communal shower area. He said he really enjoyed seeing muscular guys in the showers, and it always got him hard. The thought of it turned me on too.

I told him it was my 18th birthday the next day and I wanted to do something special to celebrate. Mitch had a plan. After dinner, he suggested we go to the gym and burn some calories. I put on Lycra workout shorts and a plain T-shirt. There were a lot of guys at the gym, and many had erections sticking out of their briefs. It was like being in a candy store to see all those muscular truckers. I enjoyed spending time with young Joey, but I learned how nice it is to have a mature man in my mouth or ass. We worked out for an hour, and he said we should go shower. It was after 10 p.m., and only the guys from the gym were in the locker room. Mitch said, "Let's show those guys what a good cock-sucker you are." We were both naked from the waist down, so I got on my knees to suck Mitch's cock, and it quickly grew larger in my mouth. Fully erect, it was about 18 centimeters long, but thick like most mature men's. It filled my mouth and would slide down my throat if it were fully inserted.

A group of men surrounded us, and I realized I was going to be the cock-sucking pussyboy tonight. Mitch had me climb onto a locker room bench, and on all fours, my ass was level with his cock. Under the watchful eyes of half a dozen guys, Mitch slowly slid his penis into my pussy. It always feels great. When he found a good rhythm, another cock appeared in front of my face for me to suck. Mitch told the crowd that my birthday was at midnight and that anyone who wanted to enjoy my ass before I turned 18 should line up. The crowd was all excited because they knew they could fuck a teenager before I was of age, since there was still an hour to go. Mitch was the first to cum in my ass, and I swallowed two or three loads, and seven other guys fucked me, including two Black guys with huge cocks.

They wanted to roast me on a spit, and their cocks forced my jaw forward to suck them. Their cocks felt incredible inside my pussy, and I hope college is as good as tonight. Mitch took a picture of me with a black cock in my mouth and ass so I could send it to my dad and show him how I celebrated my birthday. I was sore from all the fucking and took a long shower before heading back to the truck. Mitch bought breakfast to celebrate my birthday. There were pancakes with lots of whipped cream and strawberries, and a candle was included. I saw several guys from last night, and they wished me a happy birthday. My ass was still tender, but it was worth it. I decided to rest for the day, and Mitch drove off to deliver his shipment in Phoenix.

I got a ride to the Las Vegas Strip to check out the casinos. I asked around and found a gay club with live music and dancing, so that was my plan for the evening. The club was in one of the older hotels and was packed. It must have been a hangout for younger gay men in the city. Most of them probably worked at various casinos. I got myself a sweet tea and sat down at the bar. There, a few good-looking guys asked me to dance.

The music was 80s and 90s dance. I was on my second large tea when I needed to use the men's room. It was large, with four toilet cubicles (without doors) and a three-meter-long stainless steel trough for peeing. All the guys there peed side by side, often looking at their neighbor's flaccid penis. Everyone was talking as if they knew each other, and there was plenty of teasing about penis size, just like in a locker room.

A guy in his thirties complained that the sight of the whole cock in there gave him a hard-on and he couldn't pee. A younger guy offered to help and got down on his knees to give him a blowjob. And all this happened right in the middle of the men's room, while men walked past them to the sinks. I peed in the gutter, but I couldn't help watching the guy sucking a cock about five feet away from me. He was good, and it wasn't long before he swallowed a load of cum. I thought he'd finished, but the cock in his mouth pulled out a few inches and peed right down his throat, and without even flinching, he swallowed all the urine from the guy's bladder. When the pee stopped, he said it tasted like Miller Lite. The guy who had peed just laughed. I washed my hands and went back to my seat at the bar. The cock-sucker came out and sat down at the bar a seat away from me. He ordered a drink, and I leaned forward and asked how he knew it was Miller Lite. He said his dad and uncles drank it, and it was their toilet when they watched football on Sundays. That made sense.

Next to me sat a young guy who seemed a little shy. He must have been about my age, since he was drinking Sprite. A slow song came on, and I asked him to dance. He seemed very comfortable around me and became my dance partner for the next two hours. I explained to him (his name is Bryce) that I was traveling across the country before starting my freshman year at college. He's at Pepperdine University and just finished his first year. We left the club, and he took me back to his hotel room at a very nice casino. He explained that he was there with his parents, but they were okay with him being gay. They had connecting rooms, and while we were making out in bed, his parents came in through the connecting door. They weren't shocked at all to see their naked son kissing a naked boy, and we both had erections. Bryce told them that my name was Jamie and that I was also a student.

He asked if it would be okay if I came home with them tomorrow, since I hadn't seen the California coast yet. His parents said, "Sure, that would be nice." As soon as his parents retired to their room, we resumed our kissing, which escalated into blowjobs, and Bryce fucked me while he wrapped my legs around his waist, and we continued kissing. We met his parents for breakfast in the hotel cafe, and his father said our car would arrive in 45 minutes. Bryce told me his father owned a real estate development company and had a driver who took him everywhere. We went to the room. He grabbed his suitcase, and I grabbed my backpack. A sedan was waiting for us downstairs. It was quite different from riding in a semi-truck. The drive to their house in La Jolla took a few hours because of Southern California traffic.

It wasn't a modest house; it was right on the beach, had a swimming pool and a cabana, and was easily 370 square meters. Bryce's room was in one wing and had a large balcony overlooking the pool and cabana, with an unobstructed view of the beach and ocean. His parents had a bedroom in the other wing. We enjoyed a lovely dinner with his parents, including a delicious Pinot Noir. After dinner, Bryce and I walked hand in hand along the beach. It was a beautiful evening, and we enjoyed looking at the stars and kissing. Back in his room, Bryce asked me if I wanted to sleep with him that night, and who was I to say no? It was long, slow, and very romantic. The next day, Bryce drove to Malibu to show me Pepperdine, his college. I think he was hoping I might decide to go there, but the tuition was almost as much as our farm was worth, and I don't think I'd qualify for a scholarship. We had lunch in a chic city, and I say chic because I don't see people driving Maseratis and Ferraris in my city.

I sent my father one or two photos. In the evenings, we continued to take walks on the beach. One evening, we went for a walk naked and took a large beach towel with us so we could have sex on the beach. It reminded me of my time as a Girl Scout and having sex under the stars; the only difference was the sound of the waves. We took turns being on top and on the bottom, and that evening I was on the bottom and enjoyed having his cock in my ass. We sucked and/or fucked at least three times a day and even did role-playing. It was fun giving him a blowjob underwater in the pool.

I decided to head back east, and the night before I left, I fucked Bryce doggy-style, and he started calling me Daddy, like, "Daddy, your cock feels so good inside me," and "Fuck me harder, Daddy!" I asked him later, when we were cuddling in bed, if his daddy had ever fucked him, and he said sadly it had only happened once, and his mother had caught them. She was so upset that he promised her it wouldn't happen again. He said he hoped every night his father would come by and fuck him again. I told him my father had never fucked me, and he said that was a shame because every boy should know how much fun it is to be fucked by his father. Bryce begged me to stay longer, but reluctantly, he took me to the next truck stop on the freeway. We hugged and kissed goodbye, and I found a trucker heading to Little Rock, and I waved to him as we pulled away. At every rest stop I visited, I saw fathers with their teenage sons and even a few teenage daughters traveling together. They were probably on summer vacation and traveling with their dads. It was nice to imagine that their fathers were probably fucking them every night. They all seemed so happy, and the fathers were proud to have their boy or girl with them.

We stopped for the night in eastern Arizona, and I sucked his beautiful cock before he fucked my teenage ass. Despite all the noise at the rest stop, I slept very well, snuggled up against his hairy belly. In the morning, we drove east on I-40 through New Mexico. We stopped at a weigh station in the Texas Panhandle, and he fucked me doggy-style. His big belly rested on my ass while he fucked me like a rabbit. It was daybreak when we continued on to Little Rock because he wanted to leave before the weigh station opened.

He dropped me off at a rest stop outside of town and drove his load of fruit to a transshipment point. He said he was going back to California after a day off to pick up another load. He said he enjoyed having me for a ride. I ate something before looking for my next ride and continued driving on I-40. I met a Black man with a heavy Southern drawl who was headed for Pigeon Forge, so I hitched a ride. We stopped for the night between Nashville and Knoxville, and his thick Black cock filled my asshole right up. He said he loved fucking white guys because they had such tight pussies. My pussy wasn't very tight by the time he was done with me, and my throat was sore from fucking me in the face and coming down my throat. In the morning, he enjoyed my ass again before we left because I never turn down a good fuck. He told me he didn't have any sons, but he did have two nephews whom he
treated like his own.

Since they don't have a father, he taught them how to suck cocks and get fucked, and they love it when he puts his daddy cock in them. He dropped me off with a hug at a rest stop near the Pigeon Forge exit. North of there begins I-81, which will take me to Virginia. I convinced a trucker heading to Baltimore to give me a blowjob so I could hitch a ride. You meet some of the nicest people in the men's room at a rest stop. I called my dad and told him I should be with him in a day or two, depending on where we stop. He was happy I'd be home soon.

We stopped for the night near Roanoke, and he said my ass was just as good for cumming in as my blowjob. He has three sons and a daughter and said he loved spending time with his boys fishing. When he says "time," he probably means gay sex. He definitely had experience fucking a teenager, and my ass enjoyed every minute of it. He said he could drop me off at the Hagerstown rest stop so I could meet my dad, since it wasn't too far for him.

I called my dad about 30 minutes into the drive and told him where to meet. He said he had some deliveries to make but would be there as soon as possible. I had to wait about 45 minutes and used the time to go through my travel journal. I counted, and in five weeks I'd been fucked in eleven different states and given head in five or six more, and that didn't even include the rest.

The boy in Nebraska (13-year-old Joey) was a great fuck, and Bryce and I took turns for a week. I have very fond memories of La Jolla, California, and the beach. When my dad picked me up in his pickup truck, I had a huge grin on my face remembering all the great sex. He got out to say hello, and we hugged tightly. When we broke apart, I think we both had noticeable erections and said how much we missed each other. I've never felt closer to my dad. He was very curious about my trip and wanted to know about the gangbang on my birthday. He said the picture of me being roasted on a spit by the two Black guys looked pretty hot.

I told him that these were two of the biggest dicks that had ever fucked me, and that they, along with several other guys that evening, had unloaded a load of sperm inside me.

Once home, we had dinner and a few beers. All the talk about sex on my travels had resulted in both of us having at least a slight erection, and the third beer had lowered my inhibitions. I ended up describing in detail every cock I'd had the pleasure of enjoying. We agreed that every cock had a unique shape and size, but all were beautiful. I told him that one of the lessons I'd learned was the bond that forms when a father fucks his son. I looked him in the eyes and asked if he wanted to sleep with me that night, and he said, "Now that you're 18, I'd love to."

It was incredible to feel my father's cock slide inside me, slowly pumping it into my ass. Within minutes, I was on my back, and he was fucking me missionary style. I reached out and pulled him closer so we could kiss. It was a long kiss as he got faster and faster. I knew he was about to come, so I begged him to come in my ass so I could feel him licking me. Those words were enough, and I felt his cum fill my ass, and he collapsed on top of me so we could keep kissing. I slept with him in his bed that night, holding him tight so I could feel the warmth of his body. It was by far the best sex I had ever had. When he gave me a goodnight kiss, he said, "Welcome home."

My story began when, on my way home from school, I was crossing the zebra crossing and was hit by a car that didn't stop.

I was nine and a half years old at the time and in the fourth grade. All I remember is the screech of tires and, when I turned my head, seeing a gray car. I woke up lying on my back in the district hospital. I was confused and had to ask what had happened. My mother had to tell me that I had been hit by a car and that both my legs and my hip were broken in shifting places. I was in a full-body cast from the waist down.

It was awful in the hospital. I spent about a month on ice. I couldn't help but soil my sheets every day, and the nurses had to roll me around to change my bedding and clean the mattress. When I was discharged, my parents had to borrow a station wagon so I could lie in the back.

My parents both had to work and therefore relied on the kindness of a neighbor to look after me while my 17-year-old brother, Jim, was at school. During the six months I wore the full-body cast, I had to be carried everywhere. He did his best to look after me until Mom came home. 

Until the cast was removed, I was only allowed to bathe with a sponge. When the cast came off, I had to learn to walk again because my muscles had atrophied in those six months. I needed a walker and help getting in and out of the bathtub. Mom was the one who helped me and even washed my hair and body.

One day she had to rush off to work, so my brother had to come into the bathroom to help me out of the bathtub. I was lying on my back in the tub. He looked at me, smiled, knelt beside the tub, reached over the edge, and dipped his right hand into the soapy water. He ran it up and down my body before inserting his index finger between my labia. I glared at him to show that I didn't approve of his behavior. He laughed, stood up, and pulled me out of the tub.

He wrapped a large bath towel around me. Jim had fastened the Velcro strap around my waist and was holding onto it as he walked with the walker. Mom was about to leave, but I managed to catch her at the door and hug her. While I hugged her with the walker between us, Jim was behind me, let go of the strap, and ran his fingers up and down my buttocks. When Mom closed the door behind her, I glared at him. He just laughed. He took me to my room and laid me on the bed. He took my cotton nightgown off the hook on the closet door and locked the bedroom door before carrying it to the bed. I asked, "Why did you lock it?"

"Do you want someone to see you naked?" he asked.

"No."

"Okay, that's why I locked it," he said.

He placed the nightgown next to the pillow and began to stroke my body with his hands. He knelt down. He grasped my labia on both sides and spread them apart.

I shouted: “What do you think you’re doing?”

"I'm just looking," he said. He put his finger inside my vagina.

He stood up and took off his jeans. He pulled down his white underwear in front and took out his 17-year-old penis. He stood close to the head of the bed and pressed it against my face. I turned my head away.

He said, "Okay, be that way."

He went to the edge of the bed. He pulled me to the edge and spread my legs. He spread my labia and began to play with my opening. He said, "My friend Randy does this with his sister Darla and he said it's incredible."

He started repeatedly sliding a finger in and out of my pussy.

"Ouch, that hurts. Stop it!!" I commanded.

He went down on me and licked me, and that felt really good. Then he stood up and started putting his penis inside me!

"Ouch, NO! GET HIM OUT!!" I screamed!

"Shh, be quiet!" He lunged again.

"Ooooooo!"

Then he grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs in the air, and thrust his hips forward. He was completely inside me. I cried because it hurt. He just started fucking me in and out. "Oh yeah, that feels good. Oh yeah!" All the while, he watched as his cock slid in and out of me. He held my ankles.

He did it until he came inside me. That was the first time. I wasn't a virgin anymore at ten. He was seventeen, had freckled green eyes, brown hair, and was chubby. I had green eyes, long blond hair, and was thin. Since our parents worked, we had to stay home and take care of ourselves.

So he could come to me anytime. I had access whenever he wanted. At first, I was too embarrassed to tell our parents, but I learned to enjoy sex.

Jim and his buddy Randy started swapping sisters and fucking mouths and pussies while we lay next to each other on the bed or floor.

LAUREN

This Christmas had to be perfect. It was the first one I could plan entirely on my own. Normally, my family went to my grandparents' house for the holidays, but this year they had decided to take a Christmas cruise to the Bahamas. That struck me as a bit odd. I've never liked warm weather during the holidays. I guess I'm old-fashioned.

So I was allowed to do everything this year. My older brother Corey came home for ten days between work assignments, so it was just him, our dad, and me. Dad never remarried after our mom's terrible car accident. Instead, he devoted himself entirely to raising Corey and me. I have no memory of my mom, but Corey is six years older than me and has told me all sorts of stories about her.

"Hey, Lauren, I'm picking up your brother from the airport. We should be home in a few hours," said Dad, coming down the stairs and grabbing his keys.

"Okay. I'll have dinner ready when you get back. Be careful." I'd always told him that. After losing one parent along the way, I didn't want to lose another.

"What's for dinner?" He smiled and walked through the kitchen to the garage.

"Burgers. Bacon cheeseburgers, to be precise."

"Mmm." He groaned deeply. "Sounds delicious. Do I need to bring anything?"

“I think you’re out of beer,” I reminded him. I’m only eighteen, so he drank all the alcohol in the house, even though it wasn’t much.

"Okay. Let's see what Corey wants. See you soon."

And he was gone. I definitely wasn't going to need two hours to make burgers, so I went down to the garage and started bringing down boxes of Christmas decorations. When I found out we were having a small Christmas, I was really excited about the decorations, and then I learned Corey could come. It was finally going to be like it used to be, before he moved out. Even though we usually went to our grandparents' house, Dad made sure we had our own traditions, and Corey always helped me with the tree.

Now I had to get four huge boxes out of the garage. That took almost an hour, and then Dad texted me that Corey was staying with him and they'd be home soon. So I started making dinner. I got absorbed in the cooking and was excited to see Corey again. He works on an oil rig off the coast and loves his job, but since I'm still in my senior year of high school, we can't just visit him whenever we want.

We hadn't seen him in person for almost six months. Six months can change a person. That's probably why I didn't recognize him right away when he came out of the workshop. The man in front of me was no longer my big brother. The old-fashioned, comic-book-loving, baggy-clothes-wearing nerd was gone, and now he stood before me as a massive, burly specimen. The kind of man who looked like he was modeling rugged clothing and had stepped straight out of the glossy pages of Bass Pro Weekly.

His jacket clung to his body, and the jeans he wore hugged his thighs. He had grown his beard to an impressive length, and when he took off his jacket, the long-sleeved shirt clung tightly to his massive muscles. Everything that makes me feel like a girl suddenly lit up, and I took in the attractive man standing there.

"Corey? Is that you?" I asked, trying to calm myself down. He's my older brother, for crying out loud. I shouldn't look at him like that!

"Hey, little sister." He smiled, and his deep brown eyes lit up. His gaze traveled over my body, lingering briefly on my chest, then lifted again. I didn't miss that! He took three long strides and then wrapped his full arms around my much smaller frame.

„Corey!“ 

COREY

I was trapped at sea for far too long. Working on an oil rig definitely has its advantages, especially the pay. But out there you're stuck with men. Only men. Not with a beautiful, young, healthy, sexy woman.

I pulled her closer and felt our bodies merge. It was wonderful to feel another human embrace after months of nothing. Well, not quite nothing, but what men do when they're trapped together alone is never discussed at home.

She smelled of cinnamon and lemon. Some kind of winter scent, which she'd undoubtedly created with shower gel, lotion, and perfume. Having a younger sister means getting to know all those girly things, but it definitely worked out.

Younger sister. Get lost, Corey, she's your younger sister!

It was so hard to tear myself away, but I did, and looked into her eyes. She wasn't that little girl anymore. She'd become a woman while I was gone. I brushed her long blonde hair over one shoulder, exposing her slender neck. I crunched with desire to penetrate her skin right there. She looked down, and I felt my erection twitch as her gaze lingered a little too long. It lifted again, and there was something mysterious and dark about her. "What the hell did you do while you were gone? Lived at the gym? Look at you!" She stroked my arms and squeezed them. I couldn't help myself; of course, I had to make an effort for her. Whenever a pretty girl shows appreciation, you have to give in, even if she's not your little sister anymore. “Well, there’s nothing else to do on the oil rig, so I usually go to the gym to beat the boredom. Otherwise, I’d just read comics and eat all day. Then I’d have to buy two seats on the plane,” I said, and she laughed. God, why did that sound like fucking music?

Her throat bobbed slightly as she did it. Damn it!

“Mmm, burger!” Dad’s deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I let go of it.

The world immediately felt colder when she was no longer with me.

Her eyes said it all as she turned away from me.

This was far from over.

"Everything's ready," her melodious voice sang through the air as a fresh gust of her cinnamon-lemon scent reached me when she turned around. "I made potato salad and... hey! Don't eat all that bacon, Dad."

"No fries?" he asked, chewing on a thick piece of bacon.

“No,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at me. “Corey likes potato salad.” Her gaze pierced my gut, and then some. I had to turn away, so I wasn’t entirely sure what effect it had on me.

Everything about her touched my senses. The sight of her body, the scent of her perfume, the sound of her voice, and the lingering feeling of her body against mine. Only one sense remained. I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away.

"Haven't you put up the Christmas tree yet?" I asked, seeing four large boxes next to the door. I hadn't noticed them when I came in. I was distracted by something else.

“No, I wanted to wait for you,” she said, with that smile in her voice that I didn’t need to see. “Just like old times.”

"Come in, son. You must be starving," Dad said. I turned around, grabbed the plate he held out, and started shoveling the potato salad onto it. Lauren had made enough food for ten people, but Dad and I always eat a lot, so that wasn't a problem.

Dinner was delicious. We laughed a lot. That's the most vivid memory I have of home when I'm feeling down because I'm constantly staring at the same four walls at work. Dad always made sure there was lots of laughter at our house. He's a real joker and never lets anyone stay sad for long. I've missed that so much. We stuffed ourselves with the juiciest burgers I've ever eaten, and I devoured three huge portions of their potato salad.

When we were finished, she cleared the table, but Dad didn't let her do the dishes. He was always for fair work, so he cleaned up. I grabbed one of the beers we'd picked up on the way home and went outside. The air was cold and dry, bitterly cold. It was great! I loved cold weather on the holidays. We didn't have many cold days on the rig, which was probably for the best. It would be awful training in those conditions. I heard the door open behind me, turned around, and saw her slip through the opening. Damn, even in her thick jacket, she looked hot! Her long hair was swept back from her face and tucked under the thick hat she wore to retain body heat. I wished I were trapped…

"Wow, that's fresh!" she chirped as the wind hit her. She closed the door and rubbed her hands together. She moved closer to me, and I felt something unnatural pull at me. Something I didn't really want to stop. "Everything okay, Corey?"

"Yes. We don't often have such cold nights at work, so I thought I would enjoy it."

"I'm so glad you were able to come home for Christmas."

“Me too, I missed you, little brat,” I said. She grinned and rolled her eyes. She pretended to hate the nickname, but I knew she loved it. I took another sip of beer and felt a tingling sensation throughout my body as she came over and wrapped her arms around my sides. I put my free arm around her and pulled her close.

There it was again. That pulling sensation from something deep. Something forbidden. LAUREN

He was so warm. Everything about Corey was welcoming. All evening, he took deep breaths whenever I stood beside him. His body heat had enveloped me as we stood outside in the cold night air, and his eyes would scan my body every time he thought I wasn't looking. It made my own heat rise exponentially.

I could still feel the spirit of his hard body as I lay in bed, staring out the window at the moon. He'd only gone down the hall, but I swear some of his body heat was still trapped inside me. I kicked off the covers before I started to sweat. The warmth in our house was good, but never this good.

I lay in bed, thoughts racing through my mind. Thoughts I shouldn't be having. Not about him. Not about my own brother. But how could I do anything about it? The man who had come home looked like he'd devoured my brother. Muscle upon muscle, the thick beard, those dreamy eyes, and the bulge. What I'd seen was awe-inspiring and made me twitch. I could only imagine what it would look like in all its glory.

I had to tear myself out of the fluffy pajama pants I'd been wearing. Everything was just too hot. The thoughts, forbidden as they were, raced through my head like molten lava, and my heart pounded, pumping the heat through my veins. My hand wandered between my thighs, and I sighed.

“Corey,” I whispered as the image of his face appeared before my eyes.

His smile, his mouth, I wanted it right there. I wanted to wrap my thighs around his head and see the sky.

My other hand slipped under my T-shirt. I didn't wear a bra to bed. I knew he'd been glancing at my chest all night. I reckoned my tits had gotten bigger since we'd last seen each other. Maybe it was just curiosity in his eyes. Or maybe, just maybe, it was something much darker. I pulled my shirt up over my large breasts and squeezed my full chest, feeling desire shoot straight to my clit. Both my nipples hardened. Did Corey like big tits? Did he like curvy girls? Did he want some padding to push around in, as some of the vulgar boys at school would say? I wanted to find out! My mouth watered as my mind wandered into darker realms.

My bedroom door slid open, and I froze. It was a quiet movement, but one I heard loud and clear in the silence of my room. Someone closed the door quietly behind them. Behind him. There were only two other people in the house, and both were male. My brother and my father. My father? My pussy throbbed.

"Lauren?" he whispered. No, it wasn't Dad. "Are you awake?"

I didn't know what to do. If he came any closer, he'd see me. Oh God! My breasts were exposed, my hand was in my panties. What the hell was I going to do?

He stepped closer, and my breath caught in my throat. My heart pounded against my ribs as I watched the dark shadow move across my room until it stood right next to my bed. I barely opened my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Doesn't everyone fall asleep in masturbation positions?

“Shit,” I heard him breathe when he saw me. He moved carefully so as not to wake me, but I could see his body moving in the moonlight streaming through the window. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and something looked like a robe or a towel hung around his hips.

The scent of fresh soap filled my nostrils. Cinnamon and lemon. That was my soap, the one he must have just used in the shower. I should have joined him. I could have bathed his hard, muscular body with my hands. My pussy throbbed beneath my touch.

The towel fell away, and I saw his hand move. I barely opened my eyes to watch. He was caressing himself as he looked down at me. His eyes were fixed on my breasts. My nipples hardened into painful points, knowing he was staring.

I guess he did like big breasts. Maybe all men like big breasts?

My gaze fell upon his crotch. I almost moaned aloud when I saw how thick it was. I wanted to feel him stretch me, throat and pussy, with that monster. His chest was so well-shaped and with that masculine...
Covered in fur. Oh, how that must have felt on my sensitive nipples.

His hand paused, and I looked up. His eyes stared directly at me. I gasped, feeling the deep shock of having been caught. When he smiled,
I almost had an orgasm.

"You're a naughty girl who looks at your big brother's penis." He grinned.

"You're the one who's stroking him here in my bedroom." I replied teasingly and licked my lips.

"I know you wanted it. I saw you watching me all night, little brat." His voice was strained and hoarse. I moved my hand, and his gaze flickered there. "Shit." "Feels so good, right here, big brother."

"Lauren, you're so naughty." He smiled.

"Yes, that's me." I giggled and then pulled my panties down so that I was completely exposed to his dark eyes. His mouth dropped open when he saw me.

"Dirty little brat," he whispered, and then his other hand moved and grabbed me. My blood rushed as he came closer and closer to my thigh.

“Corey,” I gasped softly as the warmth of his hand touched the inside of my knee, but he didn’t stop. Slowly, he moved up the inside of my thigh and found my wet pussy. “Oh God.”

"Your pussy is so wet."

"Mmmmmm," I groaned, pressing myself against his hand. "Yes, big brother."

“Lauren, that’s so wrong.”

"But it feels so good." I felt him move his hand back and forth, and then he stimulated my clitoris with his thumb, and I saw stars.

"Shh, you'll wake Daddy up." He pressed his hand, the one that had been on his penis, against my mouth. I screamed against the precum-covered hand and lost myself in his touch. His thick arm moved faster, and he didn't stop. I bucked and writhed against him. He shoved two fingers into my mouth, and I sucked hard. "Damn it, Lauren!"

The fury of lust shut down the rational part of my brain as I reached for him. God, he was so thick! The searing heat of his cock
It glowed as it pulsed in my hand. I pulled, and he stepped closer. "Are... are you sure?"

"Mmmhmmm." I nodded and then looked directly into his eyes as I lowered my head.

"Ohhhh," he sighed as I closed my lips around the thick head of his penis. Pre-cum covered it, and I swirled my tongue around to taste it all. Much better than anything I could cook.

"Such a big cock, Corey." I was breathless as I shifted to a different angle. My other hand massaged his balls while his hand tightened against me.
My genitals moved. The other one came behind my head and began stimulating me at the pace he desired. His eyes remained fixed on my body as I continued.

"My God!" he gasped softly, throwing his head back. He stumbled as lust almost brought him to his knees. "Oops," he laughed.

"Here, crawl in." I moved aside as we separated, making room for him in my bed. However, he was lying facing the wrong way. His head was near the foot of the bed, and he had spread his legs wide with a sinister look on his face.

Screw it, if I'm allowed to do it, I'll see everything.

I switched on the lamp next to my bed and turned around to see the hottest thing of my life. He had his fingers and thumb around the base of his thick erection and was holding it straight up.

As I crawled over, his mouth was open. My confidence won out, and I wrapped my much smaller hand around his shaft and looked into his eyes again as I sucked him. I rubbed him briefly and quickly with my mouth, but then an important detail occurred to me.

"Oh, shit!" He gasped louder as I stroked his glans, but moved down and sucked on his balls. The thick head fit perfectly in my mouth, and I passionately bathed it with my tongue. His head fell back onto the mattress as he gripped the sheets on either side with his fists.

I gave the other side the same attention, knowing he would tear holes in my sheets if we weren't careful. I bathed him generously and then moved to his dripping tip. I wasted no time and swallowed him.

A little over halfway, and it hit my throat. I gagged and started rocking back and forth to cover up my ignorance. It wasn't the first time I'd had a cock in my mouth, but it was the first time I'd had one this big.

He breathed very softly and groaned deeply, which only made my clitoris throb again. I slobbered all over him and let my hand take care of what my lips couldn't reach. If I tried any further, it would get even louder, and Dad would catch us.

"Shit, Lauren, I'm so close," he gasped in a controlled whisper.

I didn't like that he was still in control, because I was going completely crazy with his cock in my mouth. My own brother!

The thought excited me again. Scorching hot, sinfully dark, and delicious all at once.

"Lauren, shit. I'm serious." He warned me again, but I didn't give a shit. I wanted it all. "Shit, shit! Do it again!"

What had I done? I thrust my throat deeper into his shaft, and I felt him hit my throat again. His knees rose on either side of my face, and he began to thrust into me. We moved in perfect rhythm, thrust after thrust. My hand worked his penis while my mouth kept pace.

His other hand came up, and he held both sides of my face while he fucked faster.

I took my hand off his penis and let him do everything. His balls slapped against my chin as he surrendered to me.

"Shit, I'm coming, Lauren. You fucking little brat. Dirty little sister. Swallow all of your big brother's cum. SHIT!" He roared, and I drank while he fed me everything. Thick loads splattered over my tongue, and I swallowed.

Victoriously, he raised both hands above his head as his head fell back onto the mattress, and I swallowed. Every drop he gave me went straight down my throat. I kept sucking until he pulled away because it
became too sensitive for him.

His chest rose and fell as I snuggled up to his side.

"I can't believe we just did that," he gasped, trying to catch his breath.

“Me neither.” I smiled as he pulled me down and kissed me. His arm wrapped around me, and his hand grabbed my big butt. We stayed like that for a while until he pulled away and stood up.

"Dad mustn't catch us together," he said, pulling the towel back around his hips. I didn't try to cover myself and let his gaze linger on me again. "Damn it, you're going to get me into serious trouble."

The thought made me smile.

COREY

The smell of bacon frying in a pan is one of the best things a man can wake up to. Even better is waking up with empty testicles. I was lucky in both respects.

I smiled and stretched. All my muscles tingled from the first movements of the morning. One muscle, however, wasn't quite ready to relax. I reached down and stroked it with a good morning caress before sitting up and rolling out of bed.

I still couldn't believe what had happened last night. My own sister hadn't just sucked my cock, she'd even swallowed my load. What a fucking high that must have been! My dreams were filled with her dark brown eyes, surrounded by thick blond hair, staring at me. Those swollen lips encircling my most intimate part.

Damn! How are we supposed to function after that?

Bacon to the rescue! That, and the thought of seeing her again, made me slip into the same jeans and T-shirt I'd driven home in. I still had to unpack the clothes I'd brought for my stay, but that could wait after coffee... and bacon. The house was warm, so I didn't bother with socks.

My stomach felt sick when I turned the corner into the kitchen and saw Dad standing there frying bacon. He was only wearing sweatpants.

"Morning, son," he said, turning the bacon in the pan. His eyes met mine, and I saw the reproaches in them. "Sleep well?"

Damn! We'd been caught. How was I going to get out of this? Or better yet, how was I going to protect Lauren? We'd both be in trouble, but she had to be shielded. I'd always protected her, ever since we were kids. I'd never had to protect her from our father, but I would if necessary. Nothing in my life had ever been more important to me than my little sister. That was truer now than ever.

"Yes, sir. Like a ball and chain." I shuffled over to the coffee pot and poured myself a large cup. "And you?"

“Yes,” he said, turning to me. His body was strong, like mine, but it had gained some extra padding from the years and perhaps a few more beers than necessary. “I slept well. I’m not as young as I used to be, and a few hours of driving really wears me out now.”

"Thanks again for picking me up. That saved me a really high Uber bill."

“Yes, without a doubt,” he said, taking a sip of his own coffee. A heavy tension hung in the air. He knew, he had to know, but instead of kicking me in the ass or throwing me out, he simply let the unspoken knowledge hang there.

It could have been worse.

“Listen,” he began, and my stomach churned. I didn’t go too close. My father had never been a violent man. Hell, I’d never seen him kill a fly, but then again, I’d never done what I’d done last night. My world was completely turned upside down, and anything was possible. “I’m really impressed with the progress you’ve made with your appearance. You look great, son. Perhaps we could do a few more training sessions together before you have to leave again.”

Dad had always been a healthy guy. He was a role model for me in what it meant to be a man, and I had always followed his example. He gave me the foundation and the confidence I needed to complete more strenuous training on my own on the oil rig.

“Yes, Dad. I would really like that.” I smiled and finally felt like I could keep up with him, perhaps for the first time in my life.

"Good morning," she sang behind me, and I froze. My whole body froze, especially my cock. Rock hard and barely concealed in jeans. She had to do a double take when she saw Dad almost naked, scooping bacon out of the pan and looking over at her.

"Good morning, sweetie," he smiled.

Her gaze flickered to me, and I tried to convey the message to him silently. He was suspicious, but nothing was confirmed yet.

"Bacon smells delicious," she said, walking over to him and looking at him. It was a casual movement, as if she were used to seeing him almost naked on a regular basis. My cock throbbed even harder at the thought. Had anything else happened since I left?

Wasn't I the first weakling in the family she had tried?

“I hope you’re hungry. I made a lot of bacon. Then I thought we could get these decorations out of the box,” said Dad, cracking a dozen eggs into a bowl and whisking them with a fork. As he turned to get the milk, Lauren looked at me and mouthed:

What the hell is going on here?

He turned around so quickly that I couldn't answer. "Yes, that sounds great, Dad," I quickly added as he squirted in the milk and
Then he poured the mixture into the bacon fat.

"Mmm, dirty eggs," Lauren said dreamily. Everything she did was so sexual. Had it always been like this, or was I just too horny for my own good?

We somehow managed to finish breakfast without me spilling anything on my jeans. While I washed the dishes, Dad and Lauren started by unwrapping the tree. That was, of course, the most important part. I put the last fork in the drawer, cleaned and dried it, before wiping down the stove and countertop, drying the sink, and throwing the dirty cloths in the laundry. When I got back to the living room, Dad was sorting the Christmas decorations while Lauren took the lights out of their holders. "Okay, where do I go?"

"Help me with the lights," Lauren said, tossing me a loose end, and off we went. Under her careful guidance, we wrapped the lights perfectly around the tree, and Dad had all the Christmas decorations hung up, ready to go. As Lauren and I did this, we kept exchanging glances.

My God, she looked so damn hot. The raw reality of what I knew from her mouth contrasted sharply with the purity of her soft voice, which sang of immaculate receptions, miracles, and silent nights. I wonder if she knew how much I wanted to make her scream because of it?

“Wow, it all looks great,” said Lauren almost three hours later, when the tree, the lights, the outdoor decorations and the villages on the mantelpiece and every smooth surface on the ground floor were finished.

"You did really well, little brat." I smiled and hugged her. Just for a second, sideways, not with the rib-breaking grip I would have loved to press against her head and fuck her wildly under the tree.

"Wait, one more thing," Dad said, leaning forward and taking something from the last box. His butt looked fantastic in those training shorts, even Lauren noticed. She bit her lip, and her cheeks flushed when I caught her. "Let's go."

Dad reached across the large, open door that led from the living room back into the kitchen. He fastened the decoration: a single, very large sprig of mistletoe.

“Dad, it’s kind of pointless hanging this up here, isn’t it?” Lauren asked, putting her hands on her hips. She looked at him as if he were about to ruin Christmas, until he turned around and made her blush bright red.

"Oh yes?"