Moving in together. Part 1.

My brother Gerry called me and said, "George, my house burned to the ground in the bushfire. My daughter Cindy and I have nowhere to go. Can we stay with you until our house is rebuilt?"

I had seen the terrible bushfires on television and said, "Of course you can stay with me."

Jason and my ten-year-old niece Cindy arrived a few hours later with only the clothes on their backs and a few belongings. I invited them in and said, "If you don't mind sharing a bed, you can use the guest room."

"That's fine. Can we borrow some towels and take a shower?" Jason asked.

"I'll leave you some towels in the bathroom," I said.

"Thank you, Uncle George," said Cindy and gave me a kiss.

I led them to the guest room they would be using, which was next to mine. After laying out the towels for them in the bathroom, I went back to their bedroom to tell them I had left fresh towels for them. The sight of my naked brother and his little daughter in the bedroom gave me an erection and made my cock throb in my pants.

The last time I saw Cindy naked was only six months ago. She had flat chests, a hairless young pussy, and a cute little ass.
This time her breasts were swollen and had erect nipples, her pussy was still hairless and her little butt was still as cute as ever.

"I've put fresh towels in the bathroom for you," I said, staring at the naked body of my young niece.

"Thank you again for letting us stay here," Jason said smiling as he watched me stare at his young, naked daughter.

"Give me your dirty laundry, I'll wash it," I said.

After Gerry gave me her dirty laundry, I took it to the laundry room, held Cindy's panties to my face, and inhaled her scent. Then I put her dirty laundry in the washing machine.

After they had showered, they wrapped a towel around their hips and came to me in the kitchen.

"I ordered us pizza for dinner," I said.

“Thank you, Uncle George,” said Cindy, hugging me and dropping her towel on the floor.

I was still staring at my niece's naked body when the doorbell rang. After opening the door and paying for the pizza, I took it into the kitchen.

After dinner, we watched TV together. I couldn't take my eyes off Cindy. Her towel kept coming undone, and her breasts were visible. You could clearly see that Gerry's penis was hard under his towel.

“I think we should go to bed, it’s been a long day for us,” said Gerry.

As I lay in my bed, I heard the bed in the next room creak and something that sounded like crying. I climbed out of bed and went into the hallway. The door to the guest room was ajar, and when I looked into the bedroom, I saw Cindy lying on the bed with her legs spread, and her father was giving his little daughter oral sex.

As I stood at the bedroom door and looked into the bedroom, I thrust my hard, throbbing cock a few times while watching the erotic sight. I went back into the bedroom, climbed onto the bed, and stroked my cock until it exploded and my hot, fresh sperm sprayed all over my hand. 

In the morning, I made myself a coffee and asked Gerry if he wanted some. The bedroom door was still open, and Gerry and Cindy were lying naked on the bed, fast asleep. After I finished my coffee, I got to work. When I got home from work, I called out, "I'm home." Gerry called back, "We're in the bathroom." When I entered the bathroom, I saw Cindy lying naked in the bathtub while her father washed her young body. "George, you've arrived just in time. I've been called away to an appointment with the insurance company."

“Can you finish Cindy’s bath and give her something to eat?” Gerry asked. As Gerry left the bathroom, Cindy stood up in the bathtub and asked, “Uncle George, will you wash me?” I soaped my hands and ran them over her young body, cupping her swollen breasts and squeezing them. Cindy spread her legs and said, “Uncle George, you have to wash my pussy.”

I ran my hands up and down the inside of her legs, rubbing my fingers over her hairless, young pussy. When I slid my finger inside her and began fingering her, she closed her eyes and moaned, placing her hands on my shoulders for support.

"Uncle George, will you come in the bathtub with me?", squealed Cindy.

When I undressed and was naked, I got into the bathtub with her. She wrapped her hands around my hard, throbbing cock and took it in her mouth. I grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking her face.

"What's going on here?" asked Gerry, who was standing by the bathroom door watching me fuck his little daughter in the face.

"I thought you were gone," I said as my cock exploded, spraying my hot, sticky sperm into my niece's mouth and down her throat.

“I forgot to take some documents with me and had to come back to get them,” Gerry said.

“Dad, I like to suck Uncle George’s penis,” said Cindy.

I got out of the bathtub, quickly dried myself off, and followed Gerry to the front door. There I said, "Gerry, we need to talk."

Gerry said, "George, I don't have time to talk now. I'll talk to you when I get home."

After closing and locking the front door, I went back to the bathroom and helped Cindy out of the bathtub, dried her off, and then took her to my bedroom. We lay in each other's arms, Cindy stroking my soft, limp penis and me her swollen, young breasts.

"Uncle George, when your penis gets hard again, will you put it in my pussy like my dad does?" giggled Cindy.

Chapter 1
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"Daddy, why is Jack hurting Mommy?"

My father just laughed and held out his hand to beckon me from the door, where I had been standing for a while, sucking my thumb and quite confused and unnoticed, watching the scene and hearing the noises that had woken me from my sleep.

Of all the times I've cuddled with my father before and since, and played with his hairy chest, this moment has remained the most vivid in my memory: hyperreal. I can relive the sounds, the smells, the flavors, and of course, the feel of his skin and hair in that moment…

Dad pulls me close and takes me in his strong arms, and I lay my head on his neck, smelling his unwashed, shaggy hair tickling my face. As always, instinctively, one arm goes around his neck, the other cups his broad chest and grabs a strand of hair near one of his nipples.

As my mother cries out again, while my brother thrusts his hips against her bottom and pushes her forward so that her milky breast swings forward, I must have pulled hard on that wonderful hair through which I so love to run my fingers, because my father's hand reaches up and wraps itself around mine, covering it completely and gently opening it.

He turns his head, presses a kiss to my forehead, and then tries to soothe me with his deep, echoing voice. "It's okay, baby, Mommy's enjoying it. Maybe you can make her feel good,
Just like Jack did when you were a big boy. Look, you'll see, she loves it.
that your brother does that.”

I turn my head away when she cries again, but when she sighs my brother's name, I turn my head back and look. I glance down and see that Dad's free hand, the one not under my bottom holding me to his side, is playing with his penis.

"Dad, your penis is hard, does it hurt? Is that why you're rubbing it?"

My little penis had already become hard a few times, and it hurt so much when it happened, usually when I played with it and pulled my foreskin back as far as possible, and my glans twisted towards the head – I had gotten myself into pain from pulling it back so much, and Dad had told me to be gentler with myself.

He squeezes and kneads my buttock, as always when he holds me like this. Daddy's big, firm hand encircles my entire bottom and squeezes it. It's so soothing that I relax a little more.

"No, baby, this feels good. Remember when I told you it's okay to play with your penis, but only if you're gentle with it, then it feels good? That's why Jack puts his penis in Mommy, it's good for both of them."

It took me a minute to process what I'd been told. My brother's penis was erect, and he put it inside Mom to make it feel good? That just didn't make any sense.

"But where does he put it, in her butt?"

My father laughed again, this time drawing my mother and brother's attention to my presence. My mother turned her head and smiled, and my father carried me to them.

"He's confused about where Jack's penis fits inside you. Jack, pull it out and let him see." 

I leaned away from Dad's body, still holding him tightly around the neck and reaching for his chest hair, but I wanted to know where Jack's penis was. What I saw didn't help. I saw that his penis was as stiff as Dad's and that it was between Mom's legs. I saw her bottom, the hole was clearly there, even twitching a little, and I saw Jack's penis twitch, just like mine did when I played with it. So he was just sticking it between her legs? I knew Mom didn't have a penis, just hair, and when she peed, it just came out from between the hairs. I'd watched her pee, so I was sure that was how it was. Maybe it was in her urethra. But how could his penis fit in there? The hole in my penis where the pee comes out is tiny. So are Dad's and Jack's. So how could it fit in there? But it had to fit, where else would it go?

I turn back to Dad's neck and suck my thumb again as I watch Jack start thrusting in and out. Mom and Jack start moaning again, and Dad carries me to the chair in the room and sits down. From here, we can still see Jack's penis when he pulls back. Dad starts rubbing his own large penis again, his foreskin sliding back in time with his hand movements, revealing the shiny purple glans and then covering it again, only to reveal it once more. I watch his hand slide up and down his large penis, which I've seen so many times since Dad often walks around naked.

His hand encircles it, his thumb barely reaching his forefinger, and his hand conceals far less than half of his penis. Absentmindedly, I reach between Dad's body and mine, slip my hand inside my pajamas, grasp my penis, and realize it's just as stiff as Dad's and Jack's. Dad turns his head toward me and kisses my forehead again. I feel his breath on me, ruffling my hair. He buries his nose in my messy hair and sniffs, sighing. Then he turns his head back to watching Jack and Mom, continuing to play with his penis. I watch him and begin to imitate his movements, but my penis is too thin and too small. I realize Dad is watching me, and then, rather clumsily, he pulls my pajamas down with one hand. The elastic waistband pulls my penis down until it suddenly springs free and shoots up against my body. I reach for it again, but he stops me.

"Try it this way until you're older, it's easier..."

He pulls my hand away from my stiff penis and then, holding the tip covered by my foreskin and extending beyond the base of my penis, grips it firmly with his thumb and forefinger and begins to rub it up and down. He pauses for a moment, shifts his fingers, and pulls back the foreskin, exposing my cherry-like tip. Then he slides it up and down as far as he can. Short movements compared to the movements he makes on his large penis, which rests on his stomach, concealing his navel. His finger and thumb apply gentle but firm pressure to my penis, and I moan. It feels so good when Daddy does this to me, so different from when I pull back my foreskin hard. I notice his body glistening with moisture, and I can smell his intoxicating body odor, not as sour as when he comes home from work, but similar. I breathe in his scent and lay my head on his chest.

"Feels good, Joey?"

I nod, and he takes his hand off my penis, letting me take control as he reaches for his own again. Jack moans, and Mummy keeps calling his name. She still sounds like she's in pain, but she makes no attempt to stop him. I realize she reaches behind her and grabs his buttock, holding him close, guiding his thrusts, pulling him towards her and letting go. He's reached around me and is holding one of her large breasts. I see milk oozing out. I'm jealous because only our little sister Elodie is allowed to drink from it, and this is such a waste of Mummy's precious milk. He pulls his hand back and presses it to his mouth, tasting the milk.

He grabs Mom's hair, pulls her head back, turns her toward him, and starts kissing her, just like I saw her and Dad do. Their tongues pierce each other's mouths. Again, I feel that pang of jealousy. Dad seems to notice and gently cups my face, his thumb on one cheek, his fingers on the other, and brings his mouth to mine, pressing his lips to mine. I can taste his breath, the peanuts he ate earlier while we watched the cartoon, before I fell asleep in his arms and only woke briefly to be carried to bed and tucked in. I feel his tongue press against my lips, and my mouth opens, letting it in, the strange sensation of his tongue in my mouth, pressing against my own. He continues rubbing his hard penis while we kiss like Mom and Jack, Dad's eyes on them. Dad's hand slides up the back of my head, cups it, and pulls me close, his tongue still pressing and wriggling against mine. He releases his penis and slips his hand under my pajama top, his slightly rough hand tickling the skin of my stomach and then up to my chest, his thumb brushing my nipple.

Jack moans, and the pace of his thrusts changes: slower, but longer, more determined—thrusts against Mom's bottom. Dad stops kissing me, and we watch again. Her little hole must be really big because I can see Jack's penis really going inside her. I can see her hair is wet, and the skin of her hole is wrapping around Jack's penis. His penis slides out, revealing its size, and I realize it's even bigger than Dad's. And there it is, her hole is indeed big; I can see the reddish-pink inside, surrounded by folds of skin and thin, curly black hair. Jack reaches for his hard penis and aims it back at her little hole, and I watch as it disappears inside her again until his balls are pressed against her. Dad takes my hand and guides it to his penis, placing his hand around mine, which in turn encompasses its thickness. My hand only partially reaches around, covering just a small part of it. He guides my hand up and down a few times and then lets me continue while he leans back in his chair.

Then Jack moans something else that simply makes no sense, and says an indecent word that I can only say at home.

"I'm coming, Mom, take my sperm. Damn it, yes! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Why is he coming? He's already here.

He falls back onto the bed, his penis withdrawing from Mom's urethra. Dad gently takes my hand off his penis and stands up. I try to hold him, unsure of what's happening, but he pulls me away from his body, takes my hand to comfort me, and leads me to Jack, who is lying on the bed. Mom has fallen forward onto all fours, as if she's playing with the dog. I see her urethra and her anus, both twitching. Jack's penis is twitching too, and something white is oozing from his urethra. It doesn't look like pee, but it must be. Dad leans forward and, to my surprise, takes Jack's penis in his mouth and seems to be kissing it, just as he did with mine a few minutes ago. Jack groans and pushes him back, pulling his penis out of Dad's mouth. The white stuff is gone; Dad has clearly drunk it! But then Dad leans forward, and I think he's going to kiss Jack, but he opens his mouth, and the white stuff is on his tongue. He leans forward and kisses Jack, just as I expected. Jack pulls Dad to him, and they kiss passionately before breaking apart.

Dad hands my hand to Jack, who reaches out and takes it in his hand, which is just as big and comforting as Dad's. I was always just as happy holding my brother's hand as Dad's, no matter where we went. He pulls me toward him, sits up, lifts me onto the bed, and lets me fall between his legs. I feel his penis against the skin of my back, still hard and throbbing. From here, I can clearly see between Mom's legs. Her hair is still damp, but her urethra is no longer open and twitching. Her anus is twisted and tight. Dad is lying on his back in bed, and Mom leans back and moves closer to his face. Jack and I watch as he lifts his head slightly and licks where her urethra must be. Jack's arm wraps around my shoulder, and then I feel him pull my pajama top up over my stomach and chest. I raise my arms and let him pull it over my head.

When my vision returns, Mom looks like she's trying to pee, even though she can't because someone's watching—usually me! Then suddenly some of that white stuff that looks like it's from Jack's penis dribbles out, and Dad opens his mouth to catch it. Then more, it looks slimy, and it runs down her hair. Dad reaches up with both hands and opens her urethra, and even more white stuff comes out. Dad moans and licks it, reaches up and licks Mom's urethra, and again I realize that her urethra is much, much bigger than mine, Dad's, and Jack's. Dad sits up, and Jack slides forward with me, and then Dad leans in, and we kiss. A salty, bitter, sweet taste floods my mouth as Dad's tongue enters mine. I pull away as I realize the taste is from Mom's slimy white stuff. Jack laughs, turns my head around, and leans in to kiss me. His tongue is now inside me, just as I let the disgusting white stuff dribble from my mouth. He leans back, smiles at me, and rubs his hand over my smooth breast.

"Like my sperm, Joey? Yes, give me my sperm back."

It just doesn't make sense to me. Is this white stuff "semen"? Was it his, not Mom's?

Jack leans back, licks my chin, where there's clearly some semen, and then pushes his tongue back into my mouth, and we start kissing like Dad and I did earlier. While we kiss, I can still taste the white semen, but it tastes much better than I first thought. Not as delicious as I imagine Mom's milk would be, but not really disgusting anymore either. Dad stands up, and Jack stops kissing me and watches as Dad presses his thumb and finger on either side of Mom's wet vulva, opening it. I can see it's still wet and glistening; there's still some of Jack's semen on the hairy skin between her vulva and her anus. Daddy keeps her vulva open while he uses his other hand to grasp his stiff penis and press it against her anus. Then he strokes it down to her anus, covering the tip with semen, and then slides it between the fingers of his other hand right into her open anus.

He pushes deeper, and within a second his penis is completely inside her. Mom screams, just as Jack had instructed her, and Daddy thrusts again, and I feel Jack's penis twitch against my back. His hand slides from my chest down my stomach, his finger dipping into my belly button, making me giggle. Mom's screams are no longer a problem; she's clearly enjoying it. Jack's hand moves further down, finding my now-soft penis, then continues rubbing my testicles in their tight little skin sac, then lower again, pinching the skin between my testicles and my anus. I squirm and giggle, my penis instantly hardening. Jack's finger plunges even deeper, touching my vulva, which makes me giggle even more, both at the sensation and the arousal of being touched where I poop. He rubs for a few seconds, and I feel my hole open a little from the pressure, then his hand returns to my now stiff penis and takes it between his thumb and forefinger, just like Daddy had done before.

He starts rubbing up and down, my foreskin sliding back and forth, exposing and concealing the tip. As we watch Daddy's big penis slide into Mommy's urethra, Jack tries to control his hand movements.
to compare with Daddy's. As he speeds up, Jack applies a little more pressure to my penis, and I feel a strange sensation in my testicles, penis, and bladder. I think I need to pee, but nothing happens. Jack continues, and I feel his penis throbbing in my back, and the urge to pee intensifies. Then I can't stand the sensation anymore and begin to arch my back, twist to the side, and scream. Jack presses his mouth to mine, muffling my screams a little, and then forces his tongue into my mouth again.

"Feels good, little brother, doesn't it? Join in, you'll be right there."

That word again. Is "come" just another word for peeing? But with white stuff? I can't think, though; the sensation is too intense as Jack continues rubbing my penis. I turn further, and he presses me tightly against his strong, smooth chest, forcing his mouth onto mine again, his tongue thrusting inside. I begin to tremble, my hips bouncing up and down, and I feel like I'm about to cry and my penis is going to explode.

“Jesus, you really love this, don’t you?” Jack murmurs into my mouth.

I scream, and then I'm back on the bed between Jack's legs, his penis still pressing hard against my head. My penis is still as stiff as before, but that unbearable feeling of peeing and exploding is gone. I don't feel wet, but I reach down to avoid wetting myself, though I am dry. Jack leans forward and kisses me again, gently and lovingly. Then he moves slightly, and his penis springs out from under my head.

"Kiss my dick, Joey."

I'm glad he uses the word "cock" in my presence. I've heard him say it before, and "cock" too, when his friends are over, but in my presence it's always "cock," like our parents insist. I kiss the tip and feel sticky, clear stuff on my lips. I lick my lips and taste it, much sweeter and more pleasant than the white semen Dad had licked from Mom earlier. I kiss him again and feel Jack's hand gently touch the back of my head. I smell the musky scent of his balls. Unlike Dad, he has no hair on them or around his penis, although I've seen hair there before. It takes two hands to encircle him completely, but I grasp his penis and begin pressing kisses to the tip, his foreskin already retracted. Jack groans and leans back, pushing his hips forward and placing his hand on the back of my head, gently circling my curly hair. As I kiss him, I feel him gently push with his hand, the tip of my penis sliding between my lips. I try to kiss his penis with my tongue, just like I did with Dad earlier. This makes him groan, so I try harder, taking more into my mouth and licking it.

"Damn, you're a natural at this. You've done this before, haven't you?"

I shake my head and look Jack in the face to tell him, "No," insisting that I've never done that before. I try to speak, but his hand on the back of my head holds my mouth against his penis.

"Jerk me off while you lick him."

I have no idea what he means, and I assume he means I should kiss him with my tongue. So, with the tip still in my mouth, I lick around it. My mouth opens as he pushes my head down a little further. His other hand reaches down and wraps around one of mine while he pulls the other away from his penis.

"I said, jerk him off. Like this..."

He starts moving his hand up and down, just like Dad did earlier and showed me. So I start moving with him, and after a few thrusts, he lets go of my hand. I put my other hand back so I have him fully around again and continue stroking him while licking and kissing the tip. Mom and Dad are still moaning behind us, and I see Jack watching them as I continue. My attention is focused on my brother's penis; he's enjoying the taste, the feel, the thrill, and he loves that I'm obviously making him feel good. After all, I'm a natural! I feel him press a little harder on the back of my head, and I try to open my mouth as wide as possible to take his penis inside while I keep kissing him. I feel my teeth graze the tip, and he flinches when I look up at him, but he says nothing, just continues to apply gentle but firm pressure to the back of my head. I feel him thrust his penis forward as he moans my name.

I can't open it any further, but I can feel it pushing into my mouth, and then the whole purple tip is in my mouth, my teeth on the ridge between the tip and the foreskin. I can barely move my tongue, but I keep trying, rubbing my hands up and down his stiff, thick penis the whole time. I start to drool, but I can't stop it. My saliva slowly runs down the side of his penis and then between his testicles and his thigh. I try to clean it up by rubbing it against his testicles with a finger, but I keep stroking him even though my grip only reaches partway. My jaw tries to close, and I can feel my teeth sinking into the flesh of his penis. Jack groans and pushes the back of my head back a little further. My eyes widen as his penis opens my jaw again and plunges deeper inside, forcing my tongue to the floor of my mouth. He grabs my hair and pulls my head up slightly, only to push me back down. His penis sinks deeper into my mouth. Up again and then down, and I feel his penis throbbing, trying to open my jaw wider. I realize his penis is getting thicker the deeper it goes into my mouth. I thought I couldn't open it any wider to take the tip.

His penis stretches my mouth. But then I gag as its tip reaches the back of my mouth. He holds me there, his penis throbbing in my mouth, and then he lets me pull back. Before I can remove my mouth from his penis, he slowly pushes my head down again, and within seconds it's back in my mouth. I gag again, but this time he doesn't let up. Tears well up in my eyes, and I start to fight. And then he lets me go. I try to breathe, but I can only do it through my nose, which is clogged with snot. I feel something dripping from my nose, and I inhale it, swallowing it down, my face feeling like it's going to explode. And then that sweet breath, just when I think I can't stand it anymore without breathing. I swallow again, and then Jack's hand pushes me down again. It reaches the back of my throat again, and I gag once more. He holds back his will, and I try to swallow, which makes Jack groan, and then I realize that I can breathe through my nose.

He thrusts a little, and just as I think I'm going to be sick, he pulls out. I feel his penis throbbing, and then my mouth is suddenly flooded with the bitter, sweet, salty, disgusting, but maybe not so disgusting taste from before, when Jack kissed me with the semen Dad had fed him from Mom's little hole. His penis swelled with each spurt that filled my mouth. I feel something squeeze between the corners of my mouth and Jack's penis, but there was more, and I swallowed. The escaping semen dripped down my chin. And then more—another spurt, but the throbbing of his penis was less. I had to swallow again, and then another mouthful.

One more sip, and then I feel Jack pull my hair and lift my head from his still very stiff penis. My teeth graze the tip, which makes him groan, and then it's free from my mouth. My jaw aches, and I still have some of Jack's semen in my mouth. Before I can decide whether to swallow it or just let it drip out as the rest runs down my chin, Jack pulls me closer, and his tongue is in my mouth.

Then I notice that Mom and Dad are watching us. Dad's penis isn't fully erect and is shrinking as he sits there. His finger is rubbing Mom's urethra, and I see that there's more of the white semen there.
This time it has to be Dad's sperm. He pulls his finger away from Mom, holds it out to me, and pushes it into my mouth. It tastes different than Jack's, not as sweet, but still that disgusting, yet not
Disgusting taste. I suck on his finger and swallow.

"You see, he really is a natural talent," Jack says to him.

I beam at them, happy that I'm so good at this and that I'm with them. Mom grabs my hand and pulls me close. She pulls me across her lap, and I realize her nipple is right next to my mouth. She presses my aching jaw against her breast with her upper arm, and I open my mouth and take her in. I start suckling, just like I've been so jealous of my sister these past few weeks. The taste of Mom's milk fills my mouth, so much sweeter than the milk from the fridge. Just as warm as Jack's semen, but without the bitter saltiness. I swallow and keep suckling, just like I did with Jack's penis before he pushed it deep inside me. My penis hardened at the thought, and I reached down and started stroking myself while I drank Mom's milk. Jack came over and took her other breast in his hand, so milk started to drip out. He leaned forward, licked her, and then kissed our mom on the lips. He bent down again, and I thought he was going to suckle her, but instead he got her to bend down further and lean back further, her legs bent at the knees and spread, me on her stomach. He ducks between her legs, and I hear him licking and realize he's licking Daddy's sperm, which I guess is still in Mommy's urethra. She moans, and when I look up at her, Daddy comes over and kisses her. Then he bends down and kisses my head, and then Jack's. As I continue suckling and feel my stomach filling surprisingly quickly, I realize I'm falling asleep. I force myself to wake up again, still playing with my stiff penis, but the room is blurring. Dad kisses me again while he cuddles Mom, and Jack continues licking her peehole. Awake again! I want it to continue like this. Sucking, like Mom did when I was little, but again it all blurs...

I wake up and find that Jack is no longer between Mom's legs, but wrapped around her. He must have licked Dad's semen from her urethra. Elodie is now lying at Mom's other breast, suckling at her nipple, while Jack's hand rests on her naked body, cupping her bare bottom. I languidly reach behind me and put Mom's nipple back in my mouth, more gulps of sweet milk flowing into my mouth. I recognize the gentle pressure on my bottom as Dad's hand. He rubs it and kisses the back of my head as he inhales. Jack's hand reaches for mine and holds me tight, wrapping his arm around Elodie and Mom, and I fall asleep again, safe and secure amidst them all.

"Jimmy? Can I see what you're packing?"

It was summer. Not officially yet—that was still a week or so away—but high school was out, and the kids who weren't working summer jobs at the amusement park or the golf course could sleep in and watch TV. Becky and her brother had each eaten breakfast separately—a couple of Eggos, one of those Jimmy Dean things in the microwave; Becky was debating whether to have coffee, but her mom had turned off the machine when she left for work, and now it was only lukewarm.

She would withdraw a bit. She would shower, meet up with her friends, and make plans. But right now, she was pretending to watch three fat guys spin the Showcase Showdown wheel, but in reality, she was staring at her brother Jimmy's penis. Much more interesting…

Her younger brother Jimmy was sprawled across the couch from Becky, typing something on his iPad. Becky couldn't tell if it was a game or a text message, but he seemed pretty engrossed. Maybe it was porn, or he was watching some TikToks, she thought. She'd watched his penis rise and twitch, but it hadn't become tent-like or flipped upwards. That was what fascinated her.

He was wearing only a cut-off sweatshirt and baggy blue basketball shorts, and his penis was a huge sphere on his stomach. Its shaft wasn't lying to the side, but rather riding on top of the curve; she could see that. He must be trapped in his underwear, she knew that. He must be trapped. Perhaps he had grown further while she was watching, but back then he grew forward, not upward.

The sweatshirt he wore had the sleeves cut off—a piece of merchandise from the high school wrestling team he'd been on last winter and would be on again next winter. Red and yellow or maroon and gold, depending on which school song was playing. This morning, he was a boy of primary colors. He had a great body, nice pectoral muscles; she'd seen them many times, he didn't hide them, they just weren't visible this morning. He had shoulders and arms he could be proud of. She could see the thicket of hair under his right arm. Of course, she'd seen it before, but this morning she had to think about it. He'd also cut off the bottom of the sweatshirt—he wore it when he worked out in the basement, which he'd probably do sometime this morning—so his abs were visible, as was the trail of dark brown hair peeking out from under his basketball shorts.

She wondered if he shaved. She hoped not. That would look stupid, she decided. A trail of treasure leading nowhere? ... suddenly bare skin and a small boy's penis ... and then his hairy legs? She hoped not. He could shave if he wanted to, but she would be sad if he did.

She had to see it.

"Let me see what you're doing down there. Let me see your penis." She still said it matter-of-factly, as if she wanted to look over his homework or see what he had bought at the store.

"Go away," Jimmy waved him off.

"Seriously, he looks pretty big." She put her leg back and sat up in the chair. "I mean, maybe it's just the way he's sitting, but he looks like something a girl might like."

Jimmy was torn about how, or even if, he should respond. Part of him still wanted her to just shut up—what was she getting at? The other part wanted to tell her that his penis could and did appeal to girls. But why was she bringing it up? He could just ignore her, but he knew his sister wouldn't take being ignored. She'd just jump down his throat. "Why are you acting so weird, staring at my penis?" He didn't get up from the couch, but he turned slightly so his penis wasn't sticking out so much.

"I know you have girlfriends. I know you're not a virgin anymore, so it obviously works," Becky pretended to analyze. "My friends have noticed you, and I have to say, you're striking. So let me see."

"No," he said, pulling his legs down and sitting down. "You're my sister, I'm not showing you my penis."

"Why not? Just because I'm your sister?" she asked. "Because I'm your sister, it shouldn't matter if I see your penis, so why don't you show it to me?"

Jimmy was aware that she was using twisted logic, but he didn't want to argue with her about it. "I'm not showing you my dick." But the thought of showing off crossed his mind, and he didn't get up to leave. "Why do you even want to see it?"

"Because."

"No. Not good enough. What's going on in your head?"

Becky had to think fast. Her brother hadn't simply walked away and fled to his room. He was curious. She'd have to come up with a more compelling reason to convince him than just "because." She really wanted to see it. And maybe, if she listened to her growing desire, she'd do other things too… "I need to practice my blowjobs." That was exactly what came to mind at that moment.

Jimmy laughed. "But you have to! You're the blowjob queen! The whole school knows it."

She didn't hold it against her and didn't try to dismiss it. She knew there was some truth in the statement. Instead of contradicting it, she used it, wrapped it up in a way that resonated with her. "Yes... and that's why I need practice. It's not about the number of blowjobs, but the quality of my blowjobs."

Jimmy just stared at her, his mouth agape. How does one react to something like that from one's sister?

She had his attention. And she kept it. "Hey, it's summer now, and I don't have a few hundred guys staring at my body just because I walk by. I have to go out and find them or be where they are. It's too hot to go out today."

"You have a friend."

“Yes, a boyfriend… and who knows how long that will last.” She started laughing, as if she were being silly. That eased the tension a little, and Jimmy laughed too, so she pressed on. “So, let me see the monster. Let’s see what I can do about it.”

Jimmy sat directly across from her, trying to decipher her expression. Was she serious? Did his older sister actually want to give him a blowjob? Or was she just saying that so he'd take off his shorts and then something strange would happen?

“You’re crazy,” he decided and stood up. He was about to leave the room, but then he caught himself and went to get his iPad. 

She had to restrain him. "I'll show you my tits."

That made me laugh. "Ha! I see your tits all the time!"

“No, you don’t,” she countered. Did he really?

“Of course I do. You’re running around here almost naked all the time, and those things are dangling,” he said, more to her breasts than to her face. “Look—right now—you’re wearing a tank top. Your left breast is sticking right out!”

Becky risked a glance downwards. Yes, it was true. Her left breast was half-exposed from the large armhole of her tank top. And a small nipple slip. But she didn't have it fixed.

"And you never wear a bra at home. Only at school, and even then not always. You can see your nipples right through your tube tops, or you wear a big T-shirt in the evening, and your breasts are swinging around..." He was on a roll. How many other examples could he think of?

But Becky only heard him notice. She let him be. Her little brother noticed it very often. She decided to do something. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She shook out her long, light brown hair and let the shirt fall behind her. "Well, it doesn't matter if I just do it."

Jimmy was speechless, his mouth open as he was about to say something about the fact that sometimes she didn't even use a towel between the bathroom and the bedroom after showering.

He stared at her breasts. Yes, as he'd said, he'd seen them before, just not presented like this, so: "Here they are, Jimmy!" He'd often seen the sides of her breasts and her cleavage. They jiggled occasionally when she moved quickly. Her nipple peeked out secretly, as if it had just happened, and he tried to catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, to avoid being caught staring. But now her breasts were right there. Right in front of his face. Presented for his pleasure.

He knew from touching her misplaced bras that she was a size 36C, whatever that meant. They were bigger than a handful and looked like something she'd enjoy playing with.

"You want to touch her?" she asked.



"Yes," he answered automatically. Then he composed himself. "I mean... no, I don't... I mean, they aren't—" He had to close.



She took his right hand and placed it on her left breast. "I'll let you go."



She placed her own right hand on the bulge in his shorts and stroked it up and down, slowly. It was large. And it was enclosed. She could feel the animal's life inside as it pushed forward.



Jimmy dropped his iPad and she too took her right breast. Sixteen years old, and he finally caressed Becky's tits, felt how firm they were, pinched her wide nipples and made them curl into points. That was fun!



"Let me feel your cock, Jimmy," she whispered, fully intending to seduce him now. It had started as a whim, just a desire to check the size of her brother's cock, see how much hair he had, maybe what it would look like hard when it came. Had they had a quick encounter and she seen it, that might actually have been enough for her. Maybe she would have masturbated to the image, to have this secret knowledge about her brother and to create a fantasy about it. Forbidden.



But now, as she pulled his shorts away from his waist with one hand and went inside to fix his penis, on the other side she got a sense of the monster inside her and it ignited a fire in her.



But when Jimmy felt his penis flip upright and his sister's hand was inside his underwear, he reacted. "Whoa, hey!" He let go of his sister's breasts and backed off onto the couch, almost falling back onto it. The proposal pushed her hand out and his waistband snapped back.



"Jimmy?" She was about to ask, "What's wrong?" But her new goal was to keep him here, to keep him in a good mood, not to give him a chance to beg.



"This is crazy," he muttered. He shook his head, still staring at her breasts, trying to say something else that would allow him to withdraw.



"It's okay, Jimmy." She placed her hand back on his package. "I like what I felt. Let me give you a blowjob."



Those were the wrong words. They brought back the found blowjob Queen's image, and Jimmy could think a little more clearly again. "That's okay. I can get a blowjob from Liza if I want."



"Of course you can. But I want to give you one."



"You don't need to practice. Why don't you go and give Caleb a blowjob?"



"Caleb is..." She considered how much she should say. "Well, Caleb hurts."



"He hurts you?" There was anger in his voice, and Jimmy instantly switched into Foundbrother mode, Foundrotector mode. He might be a year and a half younger than Becky, but he was bigger than her and stronger than most of her friends. Caleb was bigger than him, but Jimmy knew he could take him down. He'd take a few hits, but he knew he could fight better than Caleb.



Becky realized her mistake. Another mistake. "No, not like that. No, don't worry." She placed both hands on her brother's shoulders, letting them slide down to his chest. "He's okay. He's a nice guy. He's just... big. Like his dick, his... stupid big."



Jimmy let out a reassuring snort from within. He had placed his hands on her back in a gesture of comfort, but hadn't removed them.



"I mean, I can't get his whole cock down, and he fills my mouth. And when we f-" She looked into Jimmy's eyes to judge if it was okay to talk like this. His eyes told her he knew. "When we fuck, it kind of hurts. There are big ones, and it's too big, you know? It's not much fun."



"So he might not be around much longer?" Jimmy asked, still worried.



"Yeah, probably not." She tried to break the mood. "But you, Jimmy..." She switched her seduction to voice, placing her hand back on his penis. "It feels like a nice size, and I think it likes me. You have a—"



"Becky, come on," he groaned.



"I'll let you see my pussy?" she tried.



He looked at her, a little pity in his eyes now. She was frail and desperate, and he knew it. "Becky, this isn't right." Even so, he held her close, her breasts pressing into his chest. A part of his manly brain wished he hadn't. He had his shirt on and could feel those tits against his skin.



"What isn't it? It's just us. You're my brother. You've been there forever and you still will be." She liked that he was still holding her. Maybe he was coming around. "So what if we have a little fun? I'd really like to see that monster in your pants. I really want to give you a blowjob. I'd love to make you cum. I'd love to see you cum!"



Jimmy hesitated. Becky could tell he was turned on, though. She could feel it. She grasped his penis through his nylon shorts and now had a truer sense of its length and girth. She began to stroke it gently.



"Look, we're all playing The Time together. We used to play 'house' when we were little, and with Legos."



"And you made me play with your Barbies," he grumbled.



"Yes, Barbies, and your Spider-Man guys break into a DreamHouse!" That made them both laugh. "And then there was Sorry and Life and Guess Who... and Crash Bandicoot 2."



"We were a team!" He called back. "But these aren't..."



"And swimming, and daytime football, and we wrestled. I know your body. I like your body. I think you like mine," she smiled, pressing her breasts against his and roughly stroking his penis. "So what's the difference if we play like this now that we're, you know, older?"



Jimmy was almost there. She could push him onto the couch, and he would let her. She knew it.



But Jimmy took a deep breath, as if he'd made a decision. "Becky..." he whispered. He let go of her back and pulled away from her breasts.



"You can fuck me"



This kept Jimmy on his trail.



He had to look at her dead. The eye. He had to see her eyes. His dark browns compared to her soft browns. There was no teasing about it. She had just said the words that had given him courage for fantasies of the last five years. From when he found out what his rods were for, his sister had always been the model for his masturbation sessions late at night, in the morning, after school, break from homework, bedtime, and again late at night. (He hadn't done the session in the bathroom at lunchtime since 7th grade, and that usually happened via Taylor Riordan, who sat in front of him in class back then.)



Becky was always right, though. Right, right here, right here. Running around the house in almost nothing, day after day. He watched her grow bigger and lose her baby fat. He watched her breasts go from nothing to apples, suddenly, those big pups. He watched her straight body become curvy. He'd watched her transform from a boy's butt to a girl's ass. He'd seen every inch of that ass in her thong underwear and bikinis and its entirety when she mooned it. He'd seen every inch of those tits in different sections before today, and now those tits were pointed right at him, completely bare. He would hold those tits today. But he'd never seen her pussy. The shape of her mound, yes; maybe some cameltoe, yes; maybe a glimpse of her labia when she wore white underwear in the bright light, yes. But he would never sneak into her shower or anything to see it outside. That could happen today, and so much more. He could suck those tits, hold her ass, and fuck her pussy. If that wasn't a lie. If that wasn't a joke. If she was serious.



"Say that again." He should know.



She moved in front of him, again placing her hands on his waist and running them up under his cut-off sweatshirt, over his abs to his shoulders, pushing his shirt up so she could lean in, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. She whispered in his ear, "Jimmy, you can fuck me."



He still couldn't breathe, but he put his hands around her back again, holding her chest close. He ran his hands down her back to her hips and grabbed the waistband of her pink shorts, rolling the elastic in his hand, gathering the fabric with his fingers until it was completely contained between his fists. His brain knew he couldn't pull her shorts off like that, though. He let go of the shorts, flattened his hands, and slid them under her panties, feeling her bottom and grasping the lower curve.



"There you go," she said to his neck. "You want to fuck me?"



"Yes." Again, his reaction was involuntary, just an immediate puff of air from his chest. "Yes, I want to fuck you."



"Then we'll start by letting me see your penis." She slid down his body, his hands automatically pulled out of her shorts.



She grasped the waist of his blue gym shorts, had to pull them over his hard cock, and then they fell to his ankle. She then stood before his gray Tommy Hilfiger boxer shorts. Didn't she go for the black waistband? Instead, she took the time to caress his straight, very hard cock hidden inside. She started at his balls, rubbing them in a circle, careful not to squeeze or even cradle them there; she wanted to do that when they were really in her hand. Then she moved up the shaft, slowly, as if counting the inches. She could make a good guess, but I didn't care. Bigger than the average high school boy, smaller than 'stupid big.' It was Jimmy's cock, her brother's cock, that was what made it special.



She reached the head, but when the glans found the torch, she realized that the glans was already seeking release within the framework of the torch's bond. There was no reason to delay further. She took the bond with both hands, pulled it forward and down, and pushed the slip down to Jimmy's knee.



"Oh, that's a nice cock." Instantly, she was face to face with the goal of morning agony. It wobbled a little from the movement of his boxers, but this tower of a man was all she had been imagining. The skin of his shaft was a little darker than the rest of him, or maybe that was just from blood flow, because his glans was definitely a purplish hue. She had to hold it. Her hand moved magnetically to its base, and she ran a finger along its length. Mostly smooth, with a few veins protruding. Just above his circumcision ring was a small tuft of skin, which she twisted with her thumb and finger. Jimmy gasped, and his thighs tightened. A sensitive spot? She slid her finger from that point up in a direct line to his crown, and he continued to tremble. 'Yes, that was his found spot.' She would remember that.



With her other hand, Becky sweated the boxers off her knees. Jimmy stepped out of both his boxers and shorts, then kicked them aside. He adopted a more solid stance, open to inspecting his sister.



Her question about his labia. She too had answered as soon as she'd pulled off his boxers. He had quite a straw-like covering of dark brown labia. No curls, all straight. She knew some swimmers who trimmed theirs. They don't want all their pubic hair escaping their Speedos, but apparently wrestlers didn't care, since it was all tucked away in their undershirts. She'd never been to Jimmy's matches; she'd have to take care of that next season. Those form-fitting undershirts were pretty good at revealing; she wondered why she hadn't gone to a match to check out the guys. She ran her left hand through his wild bush. She rapped it between her fingers, then traced the trail all the way up to his navel. And back again.



Time to get busy. Her left hand went down and finally cradled his balls, while she parked her right hand at the base of his cock, squeezing a little to catch the blood, and watched as his head began to expand. Those spongy things were so much fun! And there... yes, there's the precum! She had to have it. She licked his balls from her hand, following the same path her finger had taken, pausing for a moment to tease his. With her tongue and front teeth, she then went up to circle the crown. He was called over and licked of his precum.



She looked up. She and Jimmy closed their eyes and blindfolded themselves. He'd received blowjobs before, she knew, but had never received one from her. She took it into her mouth.



Jimmy could only breathe. When Becky looked up at him, he couldn't look away. He was trapped by her soft brown eyes. Only when she finally broke her gaze to gain more control over her efforts could he draw his eyes close and fall back into himself. His sister was sucking his cock. Becky was sucking his cock!



He didn't know how long it would last. His mother had gotten him out of bed to water the lawn before she left for work, so he hadn't had a chance to wipe the morning wood. He thought he'd use the energy to get in a good workout with the free weights in his basement gym, then a slash and a nap, but he'd gotten himself into an online wank with his friends. So he still had a whole night's worth of wanking time in him. And then... Becky. And now... Becky.



As his hands were pulled from her shorts, they had naturally moved to her shoulders and hair. He would have loved to grab those breasts, but they were out of reach from his standing position. He didn't want to sit, though; he liked the tension in his legs as he fought the urge to buckle up and fall back.



Oh, God, take it! He thought. Her tongue is magic. What did she say? It's not the number of blowjobs, it's the quality? Damn, A. My sister is the blowjob queen!



She continued licking and sucking on his head, then submerged herself as far as she could take him. Aside from a little humming, she was a quiet sucker, not one to make stupid, gurgling, choking porn noises. This was a learned behavior from giving a good percentage of her blowjobs in a place where they had to be quiet, or mostly quiet, with her parents elsewhere in the house.



She held his ass with both hands, then slid her hand between his left cheeks, pulling a fingernail up from his balls to his hole. Jimmy trembled and widened his position to give Becky more access. She realized he liked to pause sucking inside her, smiling around his shaft, so teasing his sphincter, she pressed her finger against it and gained a little entry. Jimmy pressed on her finger. I wanted her to take it in, but they both felt her finger was dry, so it wasn't going to go that far, just to the first knuckle. It was fun, but she was shifting her attention.



She slid down to suck on his balls while she propped him up with her hand. Jimmy could sense this was a dangerous move. When his girlfriend was giving him head, he could sit back and just enjoy the sensation of her tongue, as long as she decided it was time to cum and let his mind wander. But now, with Becky, he'd been nervous ever since she touched him first, and every thought was of responding to exactly what she was going to do to him. Going down to his balls was like, "I'm going to push him over the edge," and her hand was making sure of that.



"Becky..." His voice trembled.



Her ears perked up. She realized that wasn't a "Theatrooh, Becky..." moan; it was a warning. She had him. Her little brother wanted to cum for her! "That's it, little brother. Sperm for me." She licked from his balls to his grassy patch, swirling her tongue on his skin lump. "Give me all your sweet sperm..."



Jimmy's knees buckled and he began to fall forward, his toes curling to grip the carpet as if that would keep him upright, but he mostly stayed afloat on her shoulders. She gave him a quick succession of bobs and then he licked himself down again, holding his penis in front of him.



"Beck, I'm cum-" was all he could say before he locked himself in and his entire existence vanished from the clutches of his penis, his vision fading to a bright golden haze.



Becky wanted to taste his sperm; she'd take it all, but she wanted to see it first. She'd never tried to spy on her little brother as he closed his bedroom door and took off. She could hear him when he did it, and that turned her on, fueled her imagination, but neither of them had ever actually invaded each other's privacy like that. But now she wanted to watch him explode right before her eyes!



His first shot shot high and landed in front of her hand and arm. She adjusted the angle, and his second shot, bigger than his first, rocketed straight up. "Yes!" she hissed. That's what she wanted to see! Shots three and four followed quickly, landing wherever they pleased. While her hand and his penis struggled, she brought it back into her mouth and took everything he could give her—two more direct blasts, and then everything she could get out.



He tried to shift his weight back as his vision cleared, to stop pressing down on her shoulders and stand up again, but he just couldn't yet. He wanted to collapse, but he never wanted her to stop sucking his cock. He deliberately took a deep breath and calmed himself, shifting his weight backward. He stood and looked down to see his sister sucking his cock. She looked up, took it out of her mouth, and smiled back at him. Then she pushed him back onto the couch. He fell back dead, his weight gone, a silly smile playing across his face.



"Do you like that?" Becky asked, starting to look around at where the boy's semen had landed. Her wrist and arm, some on her breasts, a stream on the floor.



Jimmy breathed a sigh of laughter. "You have to ask?"



She lightly licked the semen off his wrist and arm, then, before moving on to her breasts after the ejaculation, she looked at him with a spark in her eye. She rose from her knees, moaning softly, then rubbed her kneecaps. She moved to ride him on the couch. She parked her ass on his thighs and rolled forward to ensure his cock was trapped beneath her pussy, though she was still protected by her pink shorts. She offered him her breasts. "Help me?"



He knew what she wanted. Look how he does it, his fourth ejaculation is still clearly visible on her right breast. But God, he wanted those tits! Holding them for such a short time had been teasing—he had to get those nipples in his mouth, no matter what he had to do. He went right for her right, his mouth devouring the nipple, licking a circle around the areola, and sucking everything in. He pulled out and took care of the business, licking the trail he had left and smearing it. Then he cleaned the area.



"That's it, clean me out..." She ran her fingers through his hair. He'd just gotten his summer cut before Memorial Day—not a buzz cut like when he was a kid, but shorter than usual. And it was already starting to grow back. Still enough to hold onto while he licked his semen off her. "You like that?"



Jimmy looked from her chest. "Meh," he muttered, "it's not my first time."



She thought her teasing would have more effect. Obviously, Jimmy'd tasted his own semen at some point; it made sense. She knew her own taste, that's right, whether by tasting it on her fingers or tasting it on a cock after she'd been fucked. It was cool that he didn't hold back. "You're very salty today," she noted.



"McDonald's had a bunch of times this week to go home with the crew." He didn't want to be interrupted. He wanted to hold and suck those tits. The right one cleaned, he went back to the nipple to tease and bite.



"Ooh!" She yelped. "These McNuggets and Coke will do this to you..."



"I love McNuggets." He switched to his left breast. "I love these McNuggets..."



"How long have you wanted to be right here?" she asked, playing with his ear.



Why did she want to continue talking to him? He just glanced up and looked at her at the church. 'Are you kidding me?'



"Well, you don't have to sneak around and poke at my cones anymore. You can have them anytime. I love it when guys take their time with my breasts..."



A small pang of jealousy shot through him, though it didn't last long. He didn't want to be added to her group of friends. He was her brother; he deserved a more special place in her heart.



She closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation. She had to, otherwise she might be tempted to see who had won the Price Showcase, and she wanted to feel Jimmy's lips every time he kissed her breasts, until he came to the sea and licked his way back to her nipple.



She could feel his penis even beneath her, and it hadn't really receded much since she'd sat on it. She began to rock forward and back slightly, letting the slight blurring of the flesh of her shorts play with the underside of his penis.



Jimmy's attention drifted to Becky's breasts slipping out, and she crunched her pussy against his cock. This was unfair. Another image flashed through his mind. He continued licking her nipple, but let his attention wander. His hands moved to her shorts. He gripped each side in his fists, wishing he could just pull them sideways and rip them off.



He left her breasts exposed and stepped back. Now she just kept rocking his lap in front of him, teasing his cock, teasing her own clit. He could feel his blood rushing through him. Again he felt strength returning to his arms and legs and his breathing become heavier.



Becky opened her eyes to find Jimmy staring at her. Not at her breasts, not at her face, just at her. And she recognized that look in his eye. The look of desire. Her brother was about to make a move.



Jimmy took his sister with him. He lifted her waist and stood up, her 110 pounds nothing to him, he didn't even need leverage. Slowly he turned around, looked at the front room furniture, decided the couch was best. He laid her on her back on the couch, and placed one knee in front of her. He grasped the waistband of her shorts and dug his fingers a little further, adding the waist of her panties as well, and in one even pull, removed the rest of her clothing, lifting and helping her if necessary. He tossed her shorts aside; wherever they landed was their new home.



She opened her legs and let him see - "My pussy, as promised"



Still on that one knee, unable to move. Finally, he looked at her pussy. No clothes, no towel, no swimsuit. Just her pussy. Her golden-brown hair was cut short and shaved into a heart shape. He wanted to laugh, but not laugh at her, so he just snorted with pleasure. It was cute. She had also shaved the rest of her outer labia clean. The shave looked fresh, no stubble. His eyes followed the line of her slit down, her hood and her labia peeking out...



It was time. He brought his other knee onto the couch and grabbed her legs.



She had teased him long enough. She saw that his penis was aimed at her and knew what was coming. But maybe it was time for another one.



"What will you do for Jimmy?" she said in a frightened voice. "Will you fuck me?"



"You said I could fuck you. Am I going to fuck you?" That's what happened. He wasted no time.



"Oh, but not here, Jimmy," she complained oddly. "Not on the couch. It itches, doesn't it?"



He looked like he might explode—not in anger, but in sexual frustration at having to deal with a sister again. He didn't want to argue. Fine. Change of scene! He thought it, but didn't want to speak. I didn't want to talk to her, didn't want to negotiate. He got up from the couch and just picked her up again, and put his naked sister over his left shoulder, his hand on her ass, holding her still.



"Ooh, um, okay..." she fumbled, reaching onto her brother's back. It was awkward, but funny, him pulling the caveman. She just didn't want to fall, but her brother was pretty strong and agile, being on that wrestling team and all. She knew she'd provoked him, so she let him get away with it.



She saw her house going backward as he carried her from the front room and the CBS News studio. She clung to Fester's back a little more tightly and grabbed his cut-off sweatshirt as he carried her up the stairs. "You caught me? Don't drop me!" She managed a slightly nervous laugh, but she felt him tighten his grip on her legs to reassure her.



Jimmy chose her bedroom instead of the home court. It was closer to the top of the stairs, true, but he imagined seeing her naked in her natural environment would be satisfying. Her beautiful white room with little roses scattered across the wallpaper, her thick white comforter with mauve and gray stripes, and her naked body lying on top of it, with those tits and heart-shaped pussy, inviting him in. He carefully moved through her door—didn't want her to hit her head, then it would all be over! He reached the foot of her bed and lowered her from his shoulder, but still held her in front of him, or rather, his hand on her bottom. He briefly considered simply throwing her onto the bed and then diving on top of her, but that wasn't an option. He stepped onto the bed and laid her down, her head on her pillow.



The comforter on her bed was still askew from when she woke up this morning, so she pulled it back and out from under her, a little. She looked at her brother, grateful that he'd put her down so gently, but he still had that determined look in his eyes. There was no putting him down now. No more delay. Not that she wanted any delay. Her pussy was so damn wet, though Jimmy hadn't taken the time to figure that out yet. Then she realized he'd only just pulled her shorts off when she'd started teasing him. She watched her brother climb onto the bed in front of her, and she spread her legs to accept him, his beautiful cock aiming once again right at her core.



He came in nice and close, his cock in his right hand, his left reaching out to target her pussy. He ran his thumb from bottom to top, parting her lips, opening her flower. A flick of the tip elicited an "Oooh!" from her, but there was no more holding back. He had to shit, and he wanted to fuck his sister's pussy. He quickly grabbed his palm, moistened the head of his cock, and held it against her entrance.



As much as he didn't want to waste any more time, he couldn't help but look Becky in the eyes again. Just to be sure. To give her one more chance to back out. He really, really wanted to fuck her, but if she suddenly got scared, he'd back down. She wasn't some cheerleader or sports team member about to pounce on him at a house party. She was his sister. Part of the reason he wanted to fuck her was because she was his sister, but she was still his sister. He never wanted to hurt her.



She met his eyes. She knew what he was doing. Her little brother was actually a nice guy. She didn't nod, she didn't insult him for taking so long. She simply placed her feet on his bottom and patted him forward, clasping her heels together.

Karen

At 13, I was a typical teenager: getting into mischief, playing soccer, and riding my bike. I lived in the suburbs, went to public school, and listened to Nirvana. Hormones were raging in my ever-changing body. Girls were the perfect mystery, a new fantasy that sent shivers down my spine. I had started masturbating six months earlier. I kept a small stash of smutty magazines under my bed, and although I was nervous and anxious about what I was doing, the thrill of exploring this new world was exhilarating.

Video games were also incredibly popular. It was always fun to master all the levels of a game. Saturday nights at friends' houses were big game nights. It was one such sleepover at Evan's that changed everything. A night full of sexual awakening, experimentation, discovery, and pleasure.

Evan was a good friend. We did a lot together: cycling, football, fishing. We were very similar and had a great thirst for adventure. We were both slim, short, medium-sized, good-looking teenagers. The girls liked us, and we liked them.

Evan was a bit more confident than me when he was with the girls, but we talked about them constantly and had even started "interacting" with them once or twice. He was a talkative, cool, and charming guy with a rebellious streak. I, on the other hand, was a bit more reserved, a little shy. When we were together, Evan usually called the shots, and I was happy to be the cool, quiet guy who was up for anything. Most weekends we stayed over at one of our houses, and I started preferring sleepovers at Evan's. The reason was... I had a huge crush on his mom, Karen. Oh, Karen. Karen was 38 and absolutely stunning! She was just so sexy. For a 13-year-old boy on a hormone overdose, she was better than any pin-up girl, any pop star. She was real, standing right in front of me, talking to me, and she knew my name.

It was like having my own personal Sharon Stone in the flesh. It was the '90s, and Karen's look could be described as a blend of late '80s leftovers and early '90s power woman. She was still absolutely stunning: the high-waisted, skin-tight jeans with the slicked-back, platinum blonde hair. She had an hourglass figure with wide hips and a voluptuous, alluringly curved rear. I started jokingly sharing these observations with Evan more and more often. We'd teased each other a bit and kind of egged each other on. Things like asking him to set me up with his mom, or asking if Karen was home when he was invited over to his place after school. Oddly enough, Evan knew his mom was hot.

The boys at school made fun of him. It didn't seem to bother him. He laughed and playfully punched the culprit (usually me). It was all in good fun. Part of me wondered if Evan was proud of his mother's beauty. Even now, looking back, maybe he found her attractive too. I was actually a bit lenient with him. At thirteen, my hormones were raging, and I'd even occasionally ogled my own stepmother.

When he stared at his mother or found the situation somehow exciting, I understood. A Saturday night at Evan's had become routine for me. Pizza, video games, and staring at Karen. On a Saturday night, I was really looking forward to a big Donkey Kong marathon. Tonight we'd finally get it done. At dinner, over a slice of Pizza Hut's best Hawaiian sandwich, I learned that Karen's new boyfriend, Jay, would be over later and we needed to be in bed on time. "Before midnight," Karen said, looking at us both sternly with a smile playing at the corner of her mouth and slightly raised eyebrows. Karen could be a little cold and tough sometimes, but I never heard her raise her voice.

She generally let Evan do what he wanted as long as he didn't get into too much trouble. She was always somewhat distant with me, never cruel or harsh. Just never overly affectionate. Sometimes I felt she knew I had a huge crush on her, and looking back, she probably just wanted to protect me and make sure I knew she was the adult and I was the child. 

It surprised me that Karen's new boyfriend was only 18. Eighteen seemed incredibly old to me, but also incredibly young for Karen. Jay was only nine years older than me. "Maybe I'd have a chance in a few football seasons," I thought. While I negotiated my ham and pineapple, I got the impression that Karen was slightly nervous and maybe even a little excited. She was definitely in a good mood, if perhaps a little nervous, that Evan and I were there. After several levels had been completed and hundreds of barrels thrown around the world of Donkey Kong, a "teeth and bedboy" suddenly thundered out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into the back of the house. Evan's bedroom was at the very back. Karen's room was at the very front. A teenager's bedroom is a glorious thing, and Evan was no exception. Above his bed hung a poster of Pamela Anderson in all her Baywatch glory. Lego was still the centerpiece of the bookshelf, football cards lay scattered on the carpet, and a television with several video game consoles stood in the corner at the foot of the queen-size waterbed I had inherited from Karen a few months earlier. A teenager's dream room.

Karen came in and began tidying my bedding on the floor next to Evans' bed. She had just showered and put on a robe. An incredibly short silk robe that barely covered her ample bottom. As she unrolled my mattress and sleeping bag, she leaned over. I froze. Her robe slid up, revealing her thighs, full, thick, and smooth. They sat perfectly beneath the crease of her buttocks. The two large, round buttocks arched dangerously tight, cleverly lifting the hem of her robe higher as she bent over. Before I had even realized what had just happened, Karen turned, placed her hand on my head, and said with a cheeky, knowing smile, "Good night, Lee."

I jumped under the covers as fast as I could, hoping to hide the enormous bulge that had formed in my underwear. An erection can't be hidden in underwear. Karen was polite. She knew I'd seen it, and looking back now, she was proud that she could still elicit such a reaction from a young, impressionable boy. Or maybe she was simply impressed, but I'll never know for sure. By the time I was thirteen, I'd come to really like my penis. It seemed very large to me, and every time I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt a quiet sense of confidence.

Evan came bounding in from the bathroom and, with a stagger and a splash, jumped onto the waterbed and pulled up the covers. Karen turned off the light. "Good night, boys," she said, closing the door with a curious smile and a knowing look.

It's become the norm at every teenage sleepover that there's 30 minutes of chatting before eyes close and wet dreams begin. Evan and I were no different, though our conversation topics evolved. Football cards were replaced by who had been drunk earlier, and video games by how far we'd gone with a girl. Our thirty minutes started no differently than any other sleepover at Evan's, but that quickly changed when the room fell silent for a moment before Evan remarked, "You've got a big dick, man." My first reaction was embarrassment. I wasn't good at embarrassing myself. After processing Evan's words, I laughed sheepishly and playfully smacked Evan with my pillow. There wasn't much I could do now. Karen had seen my erection under my underwear, and so had Evan.

After half an hour of chatting, we heard from the other end of the house, "Sleep, guys!" Another voice was there, too. Jay had just arrived. We finally got comfortable, and silence filled the room. The conversation then turned to the very topic I'd been wanting to discuss: Karen. While her new boyfriend settled in at the other end of the house, we started talking about the two of them. Karen had frequent, short-lived boyfriends. She seemed, thankfully, unattached to most of the men I'd met. Evan seemed to like this new guy but accepted that he'd probably be replaced eventually. My teenage mind swelled with thoughts of Karen using all these young men for her own pleasure.

The more we talked about Karen, the stronger the lump in my throat became, and the bigger the front of my underwear grew. I became restless and fidgety in my sleeping bag. My hands rested on my penis, and the feeling of the cotton rubbing against my skin was incredible. I even occasionally stroked my glans, slowly pulling the skin back and forth as we talked about Karen and the young men she apparently used for her sexual gratification.

It suddenly dawned on me that this is what being horny feels like. A feeling like you'd do anything to find relief. The room felt different too; there was a palpable energy in the air. Was Evan horny as well? I couldn't tell, but I could feel the blood pumping through both of us. I was in a massive sexual frenzy. My hand was resting on my penis, and my mind was wandering when I heard a strange noise from the other end of the house. A faint, muffled sound and the soft moan of a woman. I assumed it was the television. Then Evan whispered, "Shh, do you hear that?" I heard the question, but my brain was foggy.

The blood must have rushed straight to my penis because I immediately felt a throbbing pulse that traveled from my stomach to my groin. Evan pulled back his blanket and went to the door. In the dim light of the room, I caught a glimpse of a bulge at the front of his underwear. For some reason, I was impressed, and the sight of his bulge aroused me. As he stood in the doorway, his lean, youthful body looked ready for anything. His shoulders were beginning to broaden, and the V-line from his narrow little stomach to his groin was already clearly visible. His thighs were thin, and his buttocks were small and firm. Very carefully, Evan turned the handle and slowly opened the door. A pale blue beam of light flooded the room. With one hand on his now clearly visible bulge, Evan looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, "Come on."

“Where are you going?” I heard myself ask. “Come on, follow me,” Evan said. I pulled back my sleeping bag and stood up. Evan glanced surreptitiously at my crotch, his gaze lingering there for only a moment, but he said nothing. He looked around the hallway, and we made our way to the kitchen. A moaning woman’s voice, soft and faint, drifted down the hall from the far end of the house. As we drew nearer, I realized it was coming from Karen’s room. It was Karen’s voice. I had never heard anything like it. The moaning wasn’t loud or intense; it wasn’t the moaning of someone in pain. It was light, gentle, faint like breaths. They were sounds of pleasure escaping her body. As we walked through the kitchen, the moonlight streaming in through the windows made everything a little clearer. Every step was carefully planned and executed in silence.

Evan's underwear had just been pulled up over his buttocks and was slipping slightly into the crack. A large, long, trunk-like shape bulged between his legs, pointing forward. The underwear was the only thing the monster contained. My own underwear barely contained my package. My embarrassment subsided as the thrill of the moment took over. Beyond the kitchen was the living room, and to the right of the hall was Karen's bedroom. The door was ajar, and a flickering, dim light filtered through as Evan reached behind him, signaling me to stop. I stumbled awkwardly right into him.

His hand and forearm encircled my penis, the rest of my body following. Before I knew it, we were skin to skin, my front pressing directly against Evan's buttocks. I felt his cheeks against my bulging underwear as my penis touched his rear. We looked at each other and smiled, while I tried not to laugh. I put my hand over my mouth to keep it from coming out. We gripped each other. Karen's moans grew louder as we slowly approached the door. I heard bedsheets rustling. An irregular knocking on the wall echoed into the darkness of the hallway. A distinct thud broke the wild energy in the air. Evan lay down on the rug and crept to the doorframe. He poked his head through the crack where the door was ajar. He pushed the door ever so slightly further and repositioned himself.

He lay there for about a minute before slowly moving back across the carpet. He stood up and looked at me with a broad smile. "Okay," he whispered, "do exactly what I just did. Sneak up,
"Until you're close enough to put your head in." I took a deep breath and lay down on the carpet. I crawled as quietly and slowly as possible. My anticipation was immense. I peered through the open door and saw an extraordinary scene.

Karen sat astride her young lover; her back was arched, one hand resting on his chest, the other stretched out behind her, clutching a handful of bedsheets. She rubbed against Jay's enormous penis, which seemed to impale her. I could see her buttocks clench, spread, and open with every movement. Small dimples and bumps appeared as Karen rolled back and forth over the man's midsection. Her hips and buttocks fascinated me. Her legs were positioned on either side of his muscular, athletic body. Jay's large, strong hands gripped Karen's waist tightly, pulling her closer. Karen's buttocks were large compared to the young man's thighs. Her buttocks arched over his muscular legs as she slowed her pace. She leaned over him now and kissed him softly and tenderly.

Her heavy breathing calmed as she composed herself. Her hips and buttocks moved in a slow, steady rhythm as the lovers gazed into each other's eyes, lost in lust and desire.

Karen kissed him again, a devilish smile playing on her lips as she rose to reposition her legs. Her feet were now on the mattress, her legs squatting over Jay's body, revealing the young man's massive, erect penis. He gripped her waist and began thrusting into her with relentless force. Violent thrusts from below sent shockwaves through the room. I hadn't noticed, but Evan was now lying beside me, peering over my head through the crack in the door. The young man's raw power and strength were almost brutal. Hovering over the man's maniacally thrusting penis, Karen leaned forward, her neck bent back, her arms pinning his shoulders. As Jay triggered relentless upward thrusts into Karen's receptive body, she reached behind her and grabbed Jay's thighs. She was held mid-air, each breath forced from her body. Breathing was now difficult. Jay was sucking the oxygen right out of her lungs. Karen could do nothing but endure the abuse. The slapping sound between her thighs echoed into the living room, and Karen's moans, when I heard them, were now terrifying. Every sound that came from her body was a pleading, begging cry for more. For more of him. For more of him. For harder, faster thrusts. For her pleasure. For it to end.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the signal to retreat before it was too late. Evan crept backward. I followed him slowly down the carpeted hallway and slowly stood up. Evan smiled and gestured back toward the kitchen. He turned and crept down the hallway. I followed him. My head was spinning from everything I had just witnessed. Karen's intense moans and the cracking of her thighs against his filled the air behind me. Blood rushed through my body like a steam train about to derail on a curve. We made it to the kitchen. I was fully aware of my now fully erect penis, which trailed in front of me like a walking stick, swaying from side to side with each toe. Evan was right in front of me, struggling with the same problem. When we got back to Evan's bedroom, we looked at each other. Shock was written all over our faces. Adrenaline surged through our bodies. He put his hands on his knees and breathed heavily. I did the same. It felt like we'd just run a marathon. Leaning forward and taking a deep breath, he looked over at me, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.

It took a while before either of us spoke. Lying in our beds and staring at the ceiling was pretty much all we managed. My erection throbbed beneath my sleeping bag. I gripped my penis tightly in my trembling hands. I was sure Evan was doing the same.

“Man, did you see how big his dick is?” Evan finally blurted out.

"He was huge," I replied.

"I can't believe we just watched your mother having sex," I said.

"She loved his cock, didn't she?" Evan said in agreement.

"Man, I'm so horny right now," Evan continued. "I think my balls are going to explode."

“Me too, man,” I said nervously and excitedly.

All the images spun around in my head, over and over again, in a swirling, sweaty jumble of sexual awakening. I couldn't help but think of my clumsy fall onto Evan's back as his hand brushed against my erection. I thought of Karen's magnificent buttocks pressed against her lover's thighs. I thought of Jay's massive, thick, ridged penis and Karen's juices running and glistening down the shaft. I imagined Evan touching my penis. I imagined pulling down Evan's briefs and touching his penis. I wondered what his penis looked like under those briefs.

“Man, I wish someone would come into my bed and sit on my dick,” Evan said with coquettish but frustrated despair.

I heard the sentence float through the room. The words lingered suggestively on his lips. He let them settle gently. My mind, dazed by raging hormones and lust, pondered it carefully. Was Evan inviting me into his bed? Was he toying with me? Was he thinking about me as much as I was about him? I couldn't say for sure, but it felt that way. I had the feeling he wanted something to happen between us as much as I did. Our thirteen-year-old brains and bodies were desperately seeking touch. Intimate, discreet, sensual touch. "Me too," I replied, gripping my penis tightly and hoping the invitation was safe. I looked up at Evan's bed. He looked down at me. He threw back the covers, leaving an empty space beside him on the waterbed. His navy sheets looked so inviting. I caught glimpses of Evan's chest and his panties as he held up the covers with one hand, the other reaching suggestively across the bed toward me. Our eyes met in primal, pure anticipation. My penis throbbed with excitement. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My heart raced. It felt like it was pumping from my chest. I pulled off the covers, sat up, and went to Evans' bed. I slid down beside him, and he covered my body before running his hand over my chest, my stomach, and gently over my now fully erect, throbbing penis. I lay there, swallowing, unsure what to do or where to put my hands.

"Man, you have a big cock. I saw you get hard when my mom came in earlier and made the beds," Evan said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yours looks pretty big too," I replied, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"You can touch it if you want," Evan said.

With my right hand, I felt my way under the covers toward Evans' body. I felt his stomach tighten as my fingers nervously wandered down to the elastic of his underwear. I hesitated, then continued. My hand slid over a large, thick, hard, warm mound that was trying to break free from the tight cotton briefs. My fingers began to explore it gently. Evans' penis felt almost like wood. His shaft was warm, and electricity shot through my body with every tingling touch and every gliding stroke of Evans' penis. At the same time, Evan ran his fingers over my crotch, and my stomach muscles tensed uncontrollably. Evans' fingers found the elastic of my underwear, and his hand slid inside and closed around the shaft. I followed Evans' lead and did the same. We both lay there, looking up at the ceiling, exploring the contours of our hard teenage cocks. After about a minute, Evan began to pull my underwear down. Then he whispered, "Take them off." I let go of Evan's penis and began pulling my underwear down over my knees, kicking it to the floor. Evan did the same. He tossed his underwear onto the floor and lifted the blanket slightly. He looked down at my penis. I looked down at his, too. We were almost touching. Evan's penis was long and thick, with an incredibly large foreskin and a mushroom-shaped glans. The foreskin stretched taut over the tip, from which I could see a clear, glistening, sticky fluid oozing. Supporting himself on his elbow, Evan lifted his body and rolled onto me. Our chests were pressed tightly together. I felt Evan's penis next to mine. Evan reached down and positioned himself so that he was lying next to my penis between our bellies. "Are you okay?" Evan asked. "Yeah," I whispered back. "Aren't I too heavy?" he asked thoughtfully.

"No, it's fine."

Evan nestled his head against the pillow next to mine, just above my shoulder. His hands rested beside me, landing softly on my hips. Evan began slow, wiggling movements on top of me. I felt his penis rub against mine. I felt his firm, thick shaft slide up and down my stomach. My penis felt slippery as the clear, shiny, sticky fluid lubricated my skin. I felt my foreskin retract from the friction and roll forward. Evan's penis slid along my shaft as we both fell into a slow, sensual, rubbing rhythm. My hands rose involuntarily; my fingers slid over his hips before caressing his buttocks. My palms landed softly on his bare skin. I felt my knuckles tense as my fingers dug deep inside him, pulling him closer. Evan's buttocks were so small, firm, and tight. I felt the muscles of his tight little ass tense as our slow, circular movements intensified. Evans' body felt so warm and light and firm and slender. Feeling his penis against mine made me feel butterflies. The atmosphere was electric. It was all leading somewhere, but neither of us knew where.

The circular, circular movements between us grew faster and faster. My hands gripped Evan's firm buttocks and pulled him down toward me. My abdominal muscles tensed as I felt an incredible sensation building somewhere beneath my stomach and penis. I felt an unbelievable surge of arousal. An overwhelming sensation unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like I was standing on the edge of a volcano, about to erupt. Then I felt the shaft of my penis throb like a pulsating machine gun. A warm, thick, sticky mass gushed over our bellies. I felt the oxygen being squeezed from my lungs, every muscle in my body tensing. Evan paused mid-orgasm. I felt my penis throb violently between us, spewing out the sticky mass.

“Dude, is that sperm?” Evan asked, lifting himself from my chest and looking down between us.

"Shit, I'm sorry, man. I don't know what it is."

"It's semen. You just ejaculated."

"I'm sorry, man, I don't know what happened."

"Don't apologize, man, it's okay."

Evan reached down. I looked down at my penis too. I could see creamy semen on our bellies.

"Shit, I want to come now, maybe you can give me a handjob?" Evan asked hopefully.

“Okay,” I said, a little unsure of what I should do.

Evan rolled onto his back next to me. With my left hand, I grasped his penis. It was so hard. I began to stroke it up and down. I could feel a large, central bulge along the shaft, from his testicles to the tip where the foreskin attaches to the urethra. His penis looked so large in comparison to his slender, youthful body. I began with slow, firm thrusts.

"What's it like?" I asked eagerly.

"Yes, that feels good, keep going."

Evan looked up at the ceiling, his head pressed firmly into the pillow.

"Keep going, keep going," Evan said with enthusiastic instruction.

I was now firmly pumping Evan's penis, and as my wrist encircled its length, I could feel something building inside him. My anticipation was boundless as Evan began to take short, sharp breaths. His abdominal muscles tensed in a familiar way. His penis began to throb in my hand as a gush of warm, sticky fluid splashed his stomach. Semen spurted from the tip of his penis like a fountain. Large blobs landed on the sheets and pillows. Evan groaned softly as oxygen returned to his airways. His groan reminded me of Karen.

The next morning, Evan and I sat on the two high stools by the kitchen bench while Karen floated cheerfully around the kitchen, making pancakes for our breakfast. She was in a very good mood. Jay had left early, presumably happy and content. Karen was wearing the tiny, short silk robe again. This time she looked a little disheveled. Her hair was pulled back casually, a few strands hanging messily over her cheek. The robe was tied loosely in the front, her breasts almost spilling out. Her cleavage dangled in front of me as she placed three pancakes on each of our plates. She turned and put the frying pan in the sink. Her thighs looked simply exquisite. Evan and I just stared at them. Her beauty, intoxicating. I watched as her bottom bounced under the silk robe, the thin fabric sliding into the cleft of her buttocks. "So, boys, did you sleep well?" she asked, leaning over the counter with her breasts dangling dangerously in front of us.

“Yep,” we both said at the same time, with a pang of guilt. We looked at each other and smiled. Karen looked at us both curiously. “Mom, can Lee stay over next weekend?” Evan asked enthusiastically. Karen looked me in the eye and said with a devilishly cheeky smile, “Of course, you can stay over anytime, Lee.”

When I was a child, our family consisted of Mom, Dad, and three children: my older sister, me, and my twin sister. There was also Grandma, my dad's mother, who had been widowed early and lived very close by, so we saw her almost every day.

My mother's brother, Uncle Graham, as we called him, also lived nearby with his wife Sophie, and they had two sons with whom we often played. My parents were nudists, as were our relatives, so we often played naked together and also showered and bathed together.

Otherwise, my early years were unremarkable, except for one thing. It all started one summer day in the garden. Mom was playing with Sally, my older sister, Ginny, my twin sister, and me. We were naked and enjoying the sun. Sally had begun to develop into a woman, and Ginny and I hadn't yet reached puberty.

Sally suddenly said, "I need to go." Mom said, "Me too. Sally, do you think it's time to tell Ginny and Brad about our special game?" "Ooooooh, yes please," said Sally.

"Look," said Mom. She was sitting on a towel in the grass. She spread her legs, leaned back, and spread her labia with her fingers. Sally stood over her, legs spread wide. Yellow urine ran out of her, onto Mom's breasts and stomach, and dripped over her open vulva. Sally pushed her hips forward so that the last stream flowed onto Mom's face and into her open mouth.

"This is fun," Sally said to both of us. "Mom and I do this often." Sally squeezed the last drops from her bladder, and Mom licked Sally's pussy. "Now it's my turn," Sally said.

Sally lay on her back on the wet towel. Mom let out a large gush of pee, which she smeared up and down Sally's body. Sally closed her eyes but opened her mouth. The yellow liquid washed over her. When they were finished, Mom hugged Sally and kissed her on the lips.

"Do you want to pee over us now?" asked Mom. "Yes, please," said Ginny and I excitedly. "Ginny can pee first, over Sally and me," said Mom.

Sally and Mom were lying snuggled close together in the grass, and Ginny stood over them and started to pee. She couldn't control it very well: a wild stream splashed everywhere and blew in the wind. Even so, most of it ran over Mom and Sally, and I was so close that some of it dripped onto me too. I could smell the exciting scent of pee and see the yellow rivulets running down my mother's and sister's skin.

I was so aroused that my young penis was rock hard. I rubbed it against my mother's piss-drenched skin because it felt so good. "Now it's your turn," Mom said. I couldn't leave because of my erection. The others looked at it and touched it, and Mom said what a beautiful penis it was.

The girls found it a bit strange that I couldn't pee, and the embarrassment eased him somewhat. Finally, I started to pee. I poured some pee over the other three, then Mom took my penis in her mouth and started to swallow it. A lot of it still ran down her breasts.

When I was finished, she kissed me on the lips, then presented her breasts to me and said, "Lick it up." I needed no encouragement. I suckled on both her nipples and tasted the mixture of urine from all the family members that was on her breasts. 

We dried ourselves off. Mom went inside and came back with more soft drinks and a beer. I looked at the two girls and noticed they were playing with each other between their legs. "Save your pee until Grandma comes," Mom said.

Grandma arrived a little later, undressed, and sat down with us on the lawn. "Ginny and Brad have learned to play pee games," said Mom. "Then we'll have lots of fun together," said Grandma.

Grandma drank a beer and then asked, "Does anyone want to pee together?" "Yes, please," we all said.

Grandma knelt on the grass. "Come all very close to me," she said. We huddled together as close as we could. Sally and Ginny had their pussies against Grandma's shoulders, and my cock was over her right shoulder. Mom's pussy was right in front of Grandma's face.

"Now!" Grandma said, and a huge gush of pale yellow rain poured over her. The stream of urine from my partial erection actually hit Mom's pussy and bounced back onto Grandma. Grandma rubbed herself between her legs and moaned. Only later did I learn that it was an orgasm.

Mom lay down in the grass, and Grandma positioned her cunt over Mom's mouth. I could see Mom's tongue licking Grandma while the piss flowed in and over Mom's mouth.

I said, "I want that too."

Grandma stopped peeing. Mom asked, "Are you sure, Brad?"

I nodded enthusiastically, and soon Grandma was on top of me. She peed a little more gently than Mom, but it was hard for me to cope with all the liquid that flowed into my open mouth. Nevertheless, I swallowed what I could, and I loved that musky, salty taste. I continued licking Grandma, and I must have pleased her, because she moaned softly.

As she stood up, she kissed me on the lips and said, "If you like this, maybe you'd like something else when Dad comes home." I couldn't understand what she meant.

Mom brought us more drinks and said, "I told Dad that you all enjoy pee games and that he saves his urine for us, so we have to save ours for him too."

When Dad came into our garden naked, his penis was huge and stiff. I had seen it hard before, but never like that. He kissed and hugged us all.

He asked, "Have you saved some pee for me?" We all shouted, "Yes!"

We did the same thing with Dad that we had done with Grandma. We crowded around him and hugged each other to get closer. Dad leaned forward so his tongue was on Sally's pussy. When Mom yelled "Snow!" we all peed at once. Mom and Grandma held their pussies so their streams almost came out in front of them and ran down Dad's head and shoulders. I positioned my cock under Dad's body so I peed over his erection, which he stroked. He slurped the pee right out of Sally, and Ginny's pee ran down his butt crack. When we were finished, Dad was completely soaked and smiling broadly. "Everyone lie on your backs," he said.

He walked around each of us, licking our wet pussies. He came to me last, took my cock in his mouth, and sucked on it. I squeezed out some more urine, which he swallowed. He smiled at me.

Next, he walked around the cunts that had been spread out for him and pissed just a little bit into each one. This time he came to me second to last, then he pressed my cock against his and pissed so that the stream ran over both our cocks and onto my stomach. We looked into each other's eyes, and I felt so much love for him.

Finally, he went to Grandma, his own mother. Dad was lying on his back on a rug, and Grandma sat astride him. We sat up and watched as he stretched his now hard penis.
He pushed it into Grandma's open cunt. After a few seconds, a stream of piss ran from Grandma's cunt and down to Dad's balls. Grandma writhed with pleasure, and the stream seemed endless.

After he stopped, Dad thrust hard into his mother's cunt, and she moaned loudly. Then Dad came, and white foam appeared on his penis.

Grandma got off Dad's penis, and Mom immediately started sucking it. Grandma came over to me. "Now comes your reward, young man," she said.

She squatted over my mouth, and I opened myself to the white threads of juice that flowed out. I was in heaven. The juice was followed by a small amount of pee, right into my waiting mouth. I swallowed it greedily. When the drops had stopped, Grandma lay on top of me, her large breasts brushing against my chest, and she kissed me, her tongue deep in my mouth. I knew I would love these games.

That night I could hardly sleep, thinking about all the new experiences I'd had and knowing that many more were yet to come. And Dad had said that our cousins also played piss games with their parents and that they were going to play them with us now, too. I couldn't wait for the weekend when they would come to visit. That Saturday, the beautiful weather continued, so we spent a lot of time outside. Mom had guessed which games we wanted to play and had laid out lots of towels on the lawn and bought our favorite drinks. By the time Uncle Graham and Aunt Sophie arrived with Steve and Tim, my bladder was practically bursting. The visitors came through the house and had already undressed by the time they reached the garden. After all the greetings and kisses, Mom smiled and said to Aunt Sophie, "Why don't we greet each other in our own special way?" Mom, always the organizer, paired the girls with the boys: Steve with Sally (they were about the same age) and Ginny with her younger brother, Tim. Mom paired Aunt Sophie with me, Dad with his mother, and herself with her brother, Graham.

When she was finished and I had licked up the last drops, she said, "Well, if you like drinking mine, then I'll definitely drink yours too!" She stood me in front of her and knelt before me. Finally, I was allowed to empty my full bladder. Sophie guided my urine into her mouth, over her breasts and down her body. It went on and on. Finally, Sophie took my cock in her mouth and sucked the last drops for a long time. The feeling was wonderful, and shortly after, she gave me the same feeling I had when I rubbed my cock alone. While the others played piss and sex games in the grass around us, Sophie and I enjoyed our own little world. She taught me new things as she explored me with her lips and tongue, sucking my cock and balls, licking her and my ass, and gently sliding her tongue into my asshole. I followed her example, licking her clit, putting my tongue into her wet pussy, and tasting and swallowing her juices. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her anus and watched it open and close while I played with her pussy. After a while, we were able to give each other a little gift of strong, salty piss directly into their mouths.

From that day on, urination became a regular part of our entertainment. We often went to the toilet in pairs, and sometimes in groups, to avoid wasting any of the wonderful fluid. I regularly had sex with my relatives, both men and women, naturally involving a lot of urination. That's why I have a semen and urination fetish.

The first woman I ever fucked was Aunt Sophie, and the second was my mother, when my family celebrated another piss and sperm orgy shortly afterwards.

Uncle Graham and Aunt Sophie had set up one of their bathrooms specifically for pee games. You could pee anywhere, there were plenty of nice towels and mats that were changed daily, and there was even a comfortable, but waterproof, sofa.

When Steve and Tim were first introduced to piss play by their parents, the games were more like shooting games, where they tried to hit and dodge each other. Over time, they became more sexual and started playing with each other's penises. Their parents encouraged them, and neither the boys nor the parents made a secret of their sexual games.

By the time my parents introduced Ginny, my twin sister, and me to watersports, Steve and Tim were already having sex with their parents, my parents, Sally (my older sister), and Grandma (Dad's mother). Our parents were also friends with another family where three generations enjoyed family fun, but perhaps more on that another time.

When I played with Steve and Tim, we often went to the bathroom when we needed to pee and peed on each other. The older cousin, Steve, showed us how to give each other blowjobs. My first orgasm with semen was in Steve's mouth, and he swallowed it all.

The bathroom wasn't private, and we shared our urine with everyone who came in. (Those who didn't want to go to the other bathroom.)

The men, Uncle Graham and my father, often urinated with us. They also liked to do the 69 position with each other and urinate in each other's mouths.

Aunt Sophie especially loved to bend over the couch while others pissed on her ass, pussy, and back. I enjoyed licking her wet asshole afterward. The first time I ever fucked a woman was with Sophie. We had a pissing session with the whole family, and Sophie was in her usual position on the couch. My mother stood on the couch and pissed all over Sophie while the men sprayed her with their urine. The others joined in.

Soon we were all soaking wet and the floor was running. Sophie was very aroused and made it clear that she wanted a cock. Steve went to her and thrust his 18 centimeters right into his mother's cunt. They moved together. Sally squatted over her aunt's back while she kissed Steve with her tongue and opened her bladder over Sophie's back and Steve's thrusting cock. My mother stood behind the couch and kissed Sophie with her tongue.

"Okay," said Mom, "you boys have to cross your legs and wait your turn, because the girls will pee on you first!"

Aunt Sophie was an expert. She could press her fingers against her pussy and pull her golden stream down my body. I was afraid she wouldn't let me drink, so I slid down to take some in my mouth. Sophie said, "I didn't know you liked that!" and put it in my mouth.

The rest of us men stood there masturbating, waiting for our turn. Steve came inside his mother, and white foam formed around her dripping cunt. When he pulled out, Graham, her husband, quickly took his place. Graham's tongue played with Sally's while his niece pleasured herself in her position above Sophie. When Graham came, my father led me to Sophie's creamy cunt. Sophie guided me in, gasping as my hard cock slid in as far as it would go. I was fucking a woman for the first time, and in the dripping cum of two men—a sensation I've loved ever since. It wasn't long before I added my own juices, and Sophie had an orgasm in the process. Sophie was still clamoring to be fucked, and now it was my cousin Tim's turn to fuck his mother. Meanwhile, my own mother had come over and was sucking my wet cock. I bent down and kissed her mouth to share the cum she'd licked off me.

I soon had an erection again and within moments was on top of her, fucking my own mother there on a mat on the floor, while my father directed a stream of piss onto our united genitals. My mother and I kissed passionately with tongues as she came with a wild cry. The floor was specially designed to hold back the fluid until a plug was pulled, so we were now fucking in about an inch of family piss that was splashing all over us. Everyone was drinking to contribute to the glorious liquid. Mom and I had changed positions, so now I was lying on my back in the piss mixture. Grandma had just come and started pissing all over us, aiming for our mouths, so Mom and I drank it greedily.

When we were finished, we all washed ourselves in the mixed urine. We left it on our skin and in our hair as long as possible, only showering when we had to get out. Ideally, it stayed there until it was washed off with fresh urine during a new game. This became a family tradition that we adults still maintain today.