Subject: Teasing My Boyfriend's Sister
Story Codes: mf f-solo oral exhib
Diary Date: November 20, 1999
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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When you’re dating a guy exclusively it can be more complicated than
people might think - there’s his family to deal with as well. I suppose
it goes both ways but in my opinion Steve’s family poses a lot more
challenges for me than my parents do for him. It doesn’t help that his
sister is jealous that I’m having sex with her brother!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Luckiest Girl in the World
Chapter 2 – Dealing With My Boyfriend's Family
Chapter 3 – Seeking Advice
Chapter 4 – Masturbating With Sharon
Chapter 5 – Dealing With My Boyfriend's Brother
Chapter 6 – Sharon Confronts Me
Chapter 7 – Starting in the Hot Tub
Chapter 8 - Continuing In My Bedroom
Chapter 9 – Steve Finds Out
Chapter 10 - My Reviews
Chapter 1 – Luckiest Girl in the World
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Ok, so I’m just fourteen and I’ve got no idea what the future holds but I
still want to say this - I’m living in the best days of my life. Or at
least so far. Yes, I’m the luckiest girl in the world! If you don’t
believe me, then take a closer look at my life...
At fourteen, closer to fifteen now, I’m now well into my teen years and
every adult I know says those were the best years of their life. I’m now
a freshman in high school which means I am now surrounded by the hot
older boys instead of the immature little runts back in middle school.
One of those boys is now my boyfriend and lover but more about him in a
bit...
As the only child of two professionals - a lawyer and nurse, people
probably think I’m spoiled and I wouldn't disagree with them although I
WOULD disagree with their disapproval of the matter. Yes, I DO get most
everything I want but sometimes I have to work for it. Mom is the strict
one but daddy always gives in sooner or later.
Yes, I’m definitely a daddy’s girl but then what young girl isn’t? It’s
not like me and my mom aren't best friends. She’s the one I confide in,
the one I trust with my most deepest secrets. My mom pretty much knows
everything about me - except the combination to my diary. She was even
the first person I told after I lost my virginity!
Let’s see... what else? I live in an upscale neighborhood in the south
side of Pittsburgh. Our home isn’t nearly as luxurious as many of the
homes in our area but it’s great for the three of us. What I like best
is the deck. Our house, like most homes in Pittsburgh, is built on a
hilly street such that our front door is level with the front yard and
street but the garage in back is level with the basement meaning our
driveway has a steep drop.
On top of the garage is a deck the size of our two-car garage so it’s
pretty big. You can only get to it from the kitchen in the back of the
first floor. My bedroom on the second floor overlooks the deck and I’m
about the only one who gets to see as it has this tall security fence
built around it for privacy. The best feature about the deck - besides
the fence that lets me lay out and tan in whatever I want to wear or
don't, is the hot tub.
OK, a swimming pool would’ve been better but the hot tub is great. I
LOVE laying in it and letting the jets flow against me. I was around
eleven when I figured out that the jets felt even better against certain
parts of my body! It didn't hurt that we never wore swim suits in the tub
unless we had visitors.
Which was another thing I love about my life. My parents are really cool
when it comes to nudity and sex. First though, we are NOT nudists and
nobody runs around the house flaunting themselves. Except my Aunt Linda
but she’s an entirely different subject. While nobody screams when
they’re seen naked, at the same time there are rules for modesty and
proper decorum that we follow. Sleeping nude or being naked in the hot
tub is acceptable while eating dinner or watching TV without any clothes
is not.
As for sex, I already mentioned that I lost my virginity to my current
boyfriend a few months back in the summer. He was sixteen at the time
and going to be a junior so I felt pretty proud of myself to attract his
attention, especially given my lack of development in certain upper
regions of my body. When he asked me to suck his dick in the movie
theater on our first date I was scared at first because I had no idea
what I was doing but I wasn't about to tell him that! No way was I going
to make him think I was just some naïve little freshman girl.
The same went when Steve fucked me for the first time a few days later.
Of course I couldn't hide the fact that I was a virgin, but thank to my
mom’s advice and preparations I think it went off pretty well - at least
it did for me. It must have been good for him too because since then
we’ve done it most every day - sometimes more than once.
Which brings up another reason I’m so lucky in that I have loving parents
who understand how a girl feels at my age. They both try to help me deal
with my new feelings and the changes in my body instead of being like so
many other parents and coming down on their kids with unreasonable rules.
I’ve never had to worry about curfews or having sex in crowded back seats
(unless I wanted to). If I want to bring Steve home and have sex in my
bedroom, it’s fine with them and if anything they encourage it. My dad
says it’s something kids are going to do one way or another so why not
make it safe and easier for them?
By the way, my mom talked my gynecologist into putting me on birth
control so I don't have to worry about condoms with Steve. I think I’m
actually happier about that than Steve is as I hate it when he cums but
it doesn’t actually go in me. I guess for a guy it doesn’t really matter
as when they are shooting it ends up out of them either way but for me,
I’m on the receiving end and I want it for me!
I also have some of the best friends and family any girl could ask for.
My cousin Kristi has been practically my sister. Her dad left her mom
when she was only two years old so they spend almost as much time at our
house as they do their own. My aunt is a Realtor and since my dad is a
lawyer she’s always over at our house squirreled away with him in his
office going over real estate transactions while me and Kristi play
together.
As for friends, I’m equally blessed. Beth is definitely my very best
friend (not counting my mom) and has been since we were little girls.
Then there is Sharon, the brother of my boyfriend Steve. She’s also a
Freshman like me and we’ve been friends almost as long as I have with
Beth. She also has a younger brother but he’s just a pain in the neck.
Just like every girl I know, I’ve always had my eye on Sharon’s older
brother Steve. Unfortunately for us younger girls, he was always dating
the older girls, especially the cheerleader types with a distinct
preference to the ones with the big boobs. That’s why I always figured
he would be interested in Beth more than me as she was light years ahead
of me in the chest department. Damn, she was in a training bra in fourth
grade! While I was trying to fill out an “A” cup, she was already into a
“C” and no telling where she’d be by the end of the first year of high
school.
Sharon, Beth, me and a bunch of other girls were all out for a weekend
camping trip at Sharon’s camping club by a lake. We all pretty much wore
nothing but the smallest bikinis we could convince our mom’s to buy (and
that was pretty small when it came to my mom) in hopes of drawing the eye
of Steve who had been forced to come along. He made it pretty clear he
wasn't interested in a bunch of “little girls” but I think that was more
a show for his sister than anything else as I could’ve sworn more than
once when he was in the camper that he was spying out the windows at us.
Needless to say I would’ve died and gone to heaven had Steve paid me any
attention. However with all the other girls to compete with and me being
one of the least endowed, at least on top, there wasn’t any chance of
THAT happening. The only thing I had going for me was my butt which my
dad told me was looking pretty good for a girl my age - and even better
than Beth’s. Sure he was my dad and thus suppose to compliment me but I
still felt good about it and so I tried whenever possible to have my ass
pointing Steve’s way whenever possible.
Whether or was my ass or something else, imagine my shock when a week
later Steve asked me out and the rest has been history. So far Steve is
the only boy to fuck me. I’m in love with Steve and I know someday I
will marry him, even if he doesn’t know that yet! So what’s the point in
having sex with anyone else? Besides, I don’t think it hurts that Steve
knows he’s the only one I let fuck me even though once word got around
that I was so easy for him that a number of other guys have asked me out.
I know they just want to fuck me so I turn them down. I love Steve and I
know he loves me so it’s more than just fucking me when he does me.
So what do you think? Am I not the luckiest girl in the world?
Chapter 2 – Dealing With My Boyfriend's Family
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One thing about having a boyfriend is dealing with his family. I’m sure
Steve would say the same thing about having a girlfriend but then I don’t
think he has any reason to complain about MY family. What more could he
ask for? I’m only fourteen but don’t have a curfew, he can come by my
house and fuck me in my bedroom any time he wants, we can enjoy the hot
tub naked without my parents intruding, and my dad never threatens him
about “violating” his daughter - if anything he encourages it! So from
his side of the fence, what more could he ask?
With Steve’s family things are different. First, Steve’s father dumped
his mom for a bimbo secretary not too long ago so his mom isn’t exactly
all that thrilled about young girls having sex with her son. I think
that’s sort of an unfair comparison for her to make about me but what can
I do about it?
While Steve and I have sex at his house a lot, we have to do it when his
family isn’t home and that’s not easy given there are three of them to
deal with, all with different schedules.
Which brings up one weird thing... one time his mother DID catch us but
rather than MAKE a scene, she JOINED the scene. What I mean is she
actually pushed me aside and Steve finished with her instead of me. I’d
heard about incest of course in my dad’s porn videos but I always figured
it was just that - perverts in porn movies. I mean, “normal” families
don’t practice incest. My dad may buy me suggestive outfits and ask em
to pose for him but we never actually DO anything. It’s a huge gap
between teasing or flirting and having sex with your father (or mother
for that matter).
Nothing has ever happened like that since and from the way they both
reacted after I tried bringing it up a couple of times later I know
better now than to even mention it to either of them. Still, it was
really weird to see him fuck his own mother!
Speaking of weird, that brings me to another thing with Steve’s family -
Sharon. As I said, we’ve been good friends for a long time and share
most things. Starting a couple of years ago we’ve even started talking
about sex and boys and lately we even masturbate during sleepovers and
such as we talk about our fantasies. Since Steve started fucking me I’ve
been sharing some of our times with my friends which really gets them
hot! None of us are lesbians though, and we never touch each other, but
I still think it’s pretty erotic to watch my friends do themselves,
especially when it’s about me and Steve.
Funny thing is, the one friend who REALLY seems to get horny when I talk
about Steve fucking me is his own sister - Sharon! After the second or
so time I couldn't help but ask her about it and she admitted that she
was jealous of me and she wished he wasn't her brother so he could fuck
her.
Wow, talk about mind-blowing! Apparently she knew nothing about what her
brother and mom had done and I was the last person who was going to spill
the beans on THAT subject. Not having a brother, I couldn't really
relate to how she felt but if it was anything like the idea of having my
dad fuck me, then I just didn't understand how she could want her own
brother to do it. I mean like that’s your own family! Then again, to be
fair to Sharon, she never actually said she wanted to fuck her BROTHER,
she wanted Steve the sixteen year-old school hunk, not her brother.
Still, it was pretty weird she even felt that way.
Still, the more I dated her brother, the more open Sharon became about
her desires for her brother - and her jealousy of me for having him
whenever I wanted him. At the same time she insisted it was all just
fantasy as she could never have sex with her own brother. I was confused
and didn’t know how to handle it so I went to the one person who I knew I
could trust - my mom.
Chapter 3 – Seeking Advice
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As I said, I finally went to the one person I knew I could trust for an
answer and advice in this sort of situation - my mother. I hadn’t told
even her about Steve and his mom so it sort of surprised me when she
didn't seem all that shocked by the news. It was almost like she knew
about it already but then I knew that wasn't possible.
Then I told my mom about Sharon’s infatuation with her brother and yet
again, my mother reacted calmly without even blinking an eye.
“So does it bother you that Sharon wants to have sex with her brother?”
she asked me as I laid out naked on the bed and let her rub my back and
legs. Other than my dad, she gives the best rubdowns! I tried to teach
Steve to do them but for some reason he seemed to think only my boobs and
pussy need massaged. LOL
I thought for a moment on that one. My first reaction was to blurt out
that yes, it DID bother me. First, she wanted to have sex with my
boyfriend and so far as I was concerned, I was the only one he was
fucking these days. Second, it was her BROTHER! I mean like who wants
to have sex with her own brother? It just wasn’t natural. I sort of felt
a little guilty as I was embellishing things a bit with my mom in that
Sharon never said she really wanted to have sex with her brother. Still,
to even harbor such fantasies was close enough for me.
But before I answered I stopped and thought again. Really, was I THAT
jealous that I couldn't share Steve? It’s not like I was the only girl
he’d ever had sex with. I sort of mentioned that to him once, trying to
get him to tell me just how many he’d has sex with before me but he would
always just tell me it didn't matter and change the subject. Just
because I only wanted to have sex with him didn’t mean he had to feel the
same way about me, did it?
As for Sharon’s infatuation for her brother (or at least the concept of
her brother), what made her different than every other girl in school
that would trade places with me in a heartbeat? She was fourteen, same
as me, so why shouldn't she have the same cravings as I did? So far as I
knew, Sharon was still a virgin without having even touched a real dick
whereas I couldn't even imagine a life without sex. Sure masturbation
felt good but it was nothing compared to having Steve’s dick in me.
“I guess not now that I think about it,” I sighed finally in response to
my mom’s query. In any case I wasn’t think about much of anything
anymore than the feel of her soothing hands on my naked body.
“So are you going to do anything about it?” she asked quietly as he
worked her way down my left leg.
“I don’t know, what do you think I should do?” I replied. I really
didn't have any idea - that was why I was asking her about it in the
first place!
My mom just hummed to herself as her fingers worked on the inside of my
thigh. I parted my legs more to make it easier for her to massage me
there. I smiled to myself - her humming was always a dead giveaway she
was thinking hard about something.
I must have dozed off as the sound of her voice made me jump.
“What about this?” she started, “You like to be watched, right?”
“You mean during sex?”
She laughed. “No, when you’re doing homework... of course I meant during
sex silly.”
“Yeah, so what?”
She paused again as if to collect her thoughts. Where was she going with
this line of thought? Sure I loved being watched when I was having sex
with Steve. It was one of the main reasons I liked it when Steve came
over and we did it in my bedroom. While he didn't know it, my dad would
often peek in on us. After I caught him the first time he tried to tell
me that he was just making sure I was safe but his erection betrayed him.
I thought it was pretty cool that my dad got off seeing me being fucked
by Steve so after that I always made sure not to close the door to the
bedroom all the way.
“So why don't you let Sharon watch?”
Hmmmmmm, now THAT was an idea. My mom always had great ideas and this
was one I never would’ve thought of. Having his own sister watch us? Now
that would be pretty hot for me and I bet it would be just as hot for
her. OK, so maybe not as much as actually DOING him but at least she’d
get to see him in action.
The more I thought about Sharon spying on us while Steve and I were
having sex, the more I liked the idea and the hornier it was making me.
The odds of it ever actually happening were infinitesimal but it was a
hot fantasy which just got me all the more horny.
It wasn’t helping that my mom was still massaging one of the most
erogenous areas of my body - my inner thighs. Was it just coincidence
that she was taking so much time there at the same time she was
suggesting such an erotic idea? My mom is a pretty smart cookie - she
knew exactly what she was doing to me!
“Well, are you going to answer me Kelly?”
Actually all I wanted right then was to feel Steve’s dick pressing into
me, forcing apart my tight young pussy and driving his incredibly hard
cock inside my pussy. I buried my face in the pillow and slipped my
right hand under me and down to my crotch. Damn, I was practically
dripping I was so horny!
My mom chuckled softly as she moved in between my now outstretched legs
and kneeled so she could use both hands on me. I felt the warmth of the
body oil as she poured more on each of my upper thighs and then used one
hand on each leg, working her way up and down between my butt and my
knees as I pressed one finger into me.
“I figured as much, my little girl’s all horny now, isn’t she?”
My only answer was to push my other hand under me to join the first.
Considering my mom was the one to help me masturbate the first time, I
wasn’t embarrassed to do it in front of her although rarely was it quite
this personal between us.
“That’s my girl... you want him right now, don’t you?” she whispered to
me as her hands worked up higher on my legs.
“Oh mom, yes,” I moaned as I rubbed my clit with one hand while fingering
my pussy with the other.
“That’s it baby, tell me what you want.”
It was just like my mother, always wanting to hear about my feelings and
experiences. Sometimes I think she lives her life vicariously through me
although from what my dad has told me she was a lot more active than I am
at this age. She would always be waiting for me after a date with Steve,
insisting that I give her all the details of our date - and I mean ALL
the details.
At that moment I was completely focused on one thing - my pussy. Whether
she’d intended it from the start or just took advantage of the situation
didn't matter - all that did was the results. Of course these days it
didn't take much to get me horny! Just ask Steve. I figured the best way
to keep him for myself was to make him fuck me so much he didn’t have the
strength to fuck anyone else.
When all was said and done and I was taking a shower after having finally
satisfying my “itch”. From past experience I knew it was only a
temporary solution but Steve was coming over in a few hours which would
provide a more permanent solution, at least until tomorrow.
For a brief moment I thought of telling Steve about my mom’s suggestion
but that idea quickly was put to bed. Steve and Sharon had the classic
brother- sister relationship in that he tolerated her but that was about
it. Then again, I’d seen him defend her when someone would pick on her
but that was more to protect his sister than any feelings for her. There
was no doubt in my mind that Steve didn’t have any of the feelings for
Sharon that she had for him.
Later that evening as Steve was fucking me on my bed, I was riding him
reverse cowgirl with my ass facing him as I rocked on his dick. He’d
already cum in me once but at sixteen that was just a warm-up for him.
With me sitting on him facing the door, his vision was blocked so he
didn’t see it push forward just a bit.
Although I couldn't see him, I knew my dad must’ve been out there peeking
in on us. For whatever reason it made me feel even sexier knowing my dad
was getting turned on watching us. I only wished I could see the
expression on his face and the look in his eye but I deliberately tried
to pretend as if I didn’t know he was out there.
Chapter 4 – Masturbating With Sharon
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“Then what did he do?” Sharon asked breathlessly as I described to her
how her brother had fucked me the night before. Of course I hadn’t
mentioned to her why I had been so horny when he arrived that I was
practically stripping on the way up the stairs to my bedroom.
I’d just finished with the part where he’d cum for the first time as I
was sucking his dick in a 69 position with him. Poor Sharon, I don’t
think she even realized how her hands had both made their way to her
crotch where she had them like a clamp over her pussy. She was wearing
panties but I could only imagine how wet they were getting beneath her
hands.
“Well, he likes me to keep it in my mouth as long as I can, you know what
I mean, like blowing bubbles with it and sticking out my tongue when it’s
all covered.”
Sharon just nodded which made me almost crack up. Yeah right, like she
had any real idea of what I was talking about. So far as I knew she had
never even touched a boy’s dick, let alone suck one and as for knowing
what it was like to have a mouthful of cum, well she only had my word for
that.
“Did he kiss you after you swallowed it?”
Like she didn’t know the answer already but then she was no different
than my mom when I would relate my latest date with Steve to her and she
would ask the obvious questions. Steve was about as straight as a laser
beam so for him to even TOUCH his cum was enough to make him grimace. To
taste it or put it in his mouth - yeah right, THAT was never going to
happen.
She didn’t ask again as I blew off her question and moved on to how I
mounted him and lowered myself onto his hard dick while watching us in
the mirror over my dresser. I LOVED to watch us having sex and it was
almost like I was watching another couple fucking next to us except that
I was feeling everything that was happening in the mirror.
“That must have felt so good to feel him entering you,” she sighed as she
shifted her weight on the bed beside me.
Sharon was sitting Indian-style with her legs crossed underneath her
which made it easy for her to touch herself. I noticed she had moved one
hand underneath her panties while the other was still pressing down from
the outside. There was no mistaking the motion of her hand - she was
getting herself off.
Of all my friends, Sharon is probably the one that comes closest to
masturbating as much as I do and she isn’t shy about it either, at least
not with me. I pretty much take the same attitude with her actions as my
parents did when I would get horny watching TV or reading a magazine and
started touching myself in the middle of the living room. Hey, if you
feel the need then why wait until you can hide in your bedroom? Just do
it!
Her last question got me thinking more though. Until now I was more
interested in teasing my friend than anything else but now the mental
picture of looking down and seeing my boyfriend’s - and her brother’s,
erect cock slowly disappear inside of me was starting to make ME horny.
Oh wow, the more I thought about it the more I wanted him again. Oh My
God, to watch his dick sliding into me while at the same time feeling it
in me, knowing he was joining his body with mine and we were coupled
together as one, is the most incredible sensations I’ve ever felt.
“Oh yeah, his hard dick felt REALLY good in me,” I finally answered as it
was my turn to push a hand into my crotch although unlike Sharon I wasn't
wearing any panties under my t-shirt.
“Tell me more Kelly,” she gasped as she pushed her panties down to make
it easier to rub herself, “Tell me how he fucked you... I want to know
how my brother did it.”
It then struck me that not all that long ago someone else had been asking
me exactly the same thing - my mother! Interesting indeed how each of
them was interested in exactly the same thing yet from two totally
different perspectives. For Sharon, she was satisfying her fantasy about
having her brother fuck her and I was just providing the details.
For my mother... well that was a little more complicated. I never
thought for a moment she was actually interested in having sex with my
boyfriend so what was her motivation? So far I’d just assumed it was no
different than her reading an erotic novel except this one starred her
daughter and it was being told in the first person.
I had my finger inside of me now, just as Sharon had hers in her pussy,
as I gave her a detailed report about what it was like having sex with
her brother. At times I would open my eyes and watch her masturbating
for a few moments. God she looked so sexy! I wondered if that was how I
looked to my mother or father when I was masturbating in front of them?
Of course I’d never done it quite so blatantly as they WERE my parents,
not a best friend like Sharon.
The more I told her about her brother fucking me the wetter and hornier I
got. It got so bad that I even starting looking at what she was doing,
wishing she would do it to me instead. It was rather startling as I’d
never touched a girl that way in my entire life - or been touched by one
either for that matter. I was definitely not a lesbian - I LOVED dicks
and having sex with my boyfriend. Still, my friend looked so beautiful
and sensual as I watched her through my lust-glazed eyes.
Just then Sharon gasped and I knew she was cumming. Sharon literally
fell backwards onto her back with her hands never leaving her fuzzy brown
crotch as she rubbed herself into an orgasm. He legs uncrossed and she
had her panties slid down to her knees, stretched out as she spread them
against the elastic as her hands worked furiously on her pussy and clit.
Whether it was thoughts of Steve fucking me or the sight of his sister
cumming from the thought of him doing it to me - and her... what
difference did it matter? I soon felt my own orgasm come to life as my
pussy literally erupted and radiated pleasure that soon consumed every
part of me from the tips of my toes to the roots of every hair on my
head. I dropped down to lay next to Sharon, both of us cumming now as we
looked towards each other and our eyes met.
It was one of this moments in time where it was like time itself stood
still as we each stared at the other, lips tight together as we struggled
to deal with the wild emotions that were ripping through us. I saw she
was starting to turn to me and I think my heart stopped for a second as
wondered what she was about to do... in fact HOPED she was about to do.
Had we been given another few minutes, who knows what might have
happened.
“Oh gross!” a voice came from the hall. It startled both of us and our
eyes lost their grip as we both lifted out heads to see what was going
on.
“Jim you pig!” Sharon yelled at her younger brother.
Apparently we’d forgotten to shut the door to her bedroom tight or maybe
the perv had pushed it open. Either way he’d gotten quite an eyeful but
he was so immature at age twelve that he hadn’t recognized the
opportunity in front of him. Two horny girls masturbating and cumming
together on the couch - what older boy wouldn't love to find himself in
the middle of THAT situation?
“I’m telling mom,” he taunted, sticking out his tongue.
“You do and I’ll tell her what’s under your mattress,” Sharon responded
in kind. I had a pretty good idea what was under his mattress and it was
apparent he did too as he skulked away without another word.
“Stupid little perv,” Sharon huffed as she pulled up her panties once
again, “I’m gonna kill him someday.”
Then she looked at me, still laying on my back but my hands to my side
now instead of between my legs.
“OH Kelly, I’m sorry, it was just getting interesting, wasn’t it?” she
said with a silly grin on her face.
Indeed it was! And I don't mean the narration I was giving either.
“So when are you two gonna to do it again?” Sharon asked me.
“I don't know, I guess it won’t be until tomorrow now. It’s getting
pretty late for him to stop to my house, even if he got here now.”“Well,
just remember to tell me ALL about it girl,” she reminded me
unnecessarily. Like after this I would ever forget!
Chapter 5 – Dealing With Your Boyfriend's Brother
=================================================
I’ve already introduced him but a bit more about Steve’s younger brother.
Like most thirteen year-old boys, Jim is unbelievably immature,
especially when I compare him to his sexy older brother. For the most
part I’ve tried to just ignore Jim even though I know he’s always staring
at me like I’m some sort of alien. In and of itself that’s not a big
deal to me as a lot of guys have been starting to look at me the way he
does, especially since Steve started bragging to his friends about what
great blowjobs I give.
A couple of weeks ago I was waiting for Steve to get ready and was stuck
alone with Jim. He was being his usual self - staring at me legs and
boobs, mostly at my legs since I really don't have all that much to gawk
up higher up.
At the time I was wearing one of my favorite party outfits, or at least
it was one of Steve’s. My black skirt was extremely short, even by MY
standards, and it barely covered my cute little ass (OK, so I’m proud of
it). I’d bought it after watching a friend figure skating and figured
that the type of skirts she wore were perfect for flirting. Normally I
avoid wearing panties when I go out with Steve but with a skirt this
short I had to wear SOMETHING or I’d be arrested for indecent exposure!
A skin tight white blouse allowed my black lace bra to be clearly
visible. To complete the outfit I wore a pair of black four inch strap-
on heels. Uncomfortable as heck but they made my legs and ass look
really good.
I’ve already written in my diary about what happened between Jim and me.
Well, technically nothing happened BETWEEN us as all he got to do was
watch as I masturbated on the couch while I waited for Steve to get
ready. Other than Steve and my girlfriends, Jim was the first to watch
me touch myself this way. Well, my parents have as well but that really
doesn’t count as it’s not like I put on a show for them the way I did for
Jim. Even though Jim didn't really turn me on, his reaction DID - or
should I say his dick’s reaction. Mmmmmmm, I love it when I see a boy
get hard because of me.
Steve tried to pretend he was perturbed when he discovered what I was
doing but from the way he fucked me at the party I know it turned him on.
While he didn't say so, I think it made him proud that his younger
brother only got to watch me while he got to fuck me. A bit of sibling
rivalry?
As it turns out, Steve wasn’t the only one who knew what I’d done with
Jim...
Chapter 6 – Sharon Confronts Me
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“I can't believe you did that in front of JIM! My perverted little
brother for god’s sake,” Sharon blurted out to my surprise, “And after
what he did to us? How could you Kelly?”
We were just hanging out in her bedroom talking about school and boys
when all of a sudden, out of the blue, she hit me with this.
“Ummmmm,” was all I was able to get out, trying frantically to concoct
some reasonable explanation. I was horny and I did it, end of story.
Still, do I tell his sister that?
“Don’t give me that ‘miss innocent’ look, I know you too well to fall for
that crap. Save it for my brothers,” Sharon said shaking her head at me
and wagging her finger. “So tell me, why in the world would you do that
for JIM? Now Steve... him I could understand but JIM?”
“Oh Sharon, so let me get this straight... it’s OK for me to fuck one of
your brothers but not even play with myself in front of the other, is
that it?”
Sharon shifted herself so she was sitting Indian style with her legs
crossed under her. She seemed really worked up and the words just blurted
out of her before she realized what she was saying.
“Well yeah... what girl wouldn't want Steve to hit on her? Like you’re
the luckiest damn girl in the entire school to have him all to yourself.
But Jim? He’s just a nasty little pervert. I’d NEVER let HIM see me
naked.”
Something about the way she was carrying on made me start to think about
something I’d never considered before. She was looking to start another
tirade so without thinking it through I egged her on.
“So you’ve let Steve see you naked? I thought you said it was just all
fantasy and that you’d never do anything for real with your brother.”
Sharon was just launching into something or another but then it was like
she finally figured out what I’d asked and her face instantly turned beet
red and she didn't say another word. Hmmmmmm, seems like I struck a
nerve!
“Wow, so that’s what’s been eating at you lately. You’re jealous because
Steve fucks me and not you! You really DO want him to fuck you - but as
your brother.”
On the one hand it made perfect sense as it explained a lot of what had
been going on lately - the way she sulked when Steve was around me, the
“mystery boy” she would masturbate thinking about with me but not tell me
his name, and now the anger she was displaying because of what I’d done
with her younger brother.
Sharon’s expression swiftly changed from embarrassment to defiance.
“You can’t say anything, you don’t have an older brother running around
in nothing but gym shorts when he’s all horny for YOU,” she whined, “He
locks himself in the bathroom forever and I know he’s jerking off about
you. But will he even LOOK at me when I try to get his attention?”
She stopped there but I was guessing the answer to her final question was
NO. I was feeling really strange as my emotions switched back and forth.
On the one hand it was really hot that Sharon wished her brother would
fuck her. I mean like that would be incest, something everyone
associates with being taboo and pornographic. Only perverts and people
in West Virginia do that sort of thing.
On the other hand it WAS incest. Sharon wanting her own brother would be
no different than me lusting for my father yet I couldn't even imagine
such a thing. Like he was her BROTHER! Most girls tell me they can’t
stand their brothers yet here was Sharon getting all hot and horny
talking about hers. Her motivation was pretty obvious from the way her
face remained flush and she was squirming on her bed. I knew my friend
well enough by now to know when she was feeling more than a bit randy.
“So tell me... how have you tried to get his attention?” I asked, not
sure if she would actually answer but now I was dying to know more. It
was like a car race where you felt guilty wishing for a wreck but you
can’t wait for one to happen.
I looked at my girlfriend and then thought of her brother when he was all
horny and naked, his wonderful hard dick standing up straight as he
approached me with that glint in his eyes telling me that he was going to
fuck me and at that point there wasn't a darn thing I could do about it -
as if I wanted. It wasn't hard for ME to get his attention, that was for
sure!
Sharon looked at me for a moment as if she was trying to decide if I was
really interested or just trying to embarrass her. Evidently she sided
with me being curious.
“Well obviously I can't do what you do and just strip in front of him,”
she started but I stopped her.
“How do you know I do THAT?”
Sharon giggled and grinned at me. “You don’t think anyone ever watches
you when you guys do it here? I’m not always gone as much as my brother
thinks.”
“So you SPY on us?”
For a moment I wondered if she had any idea who else had been spying on
us at their house. Did she even have a clue that her mom had a keen
interest in what her son was doing with his girlfriend? Even if she did,
I couldn't believe she could even imagine what had happened a month or so
ago when her mom “caught” me and Steve right in the middle of sex. Let’s
just say Sharon isn’t the only one in her family that’s jealous of me!
“Well, if I can’t get him to do me, I at least like to watch him do you.
It’s the only time I get to see him naked.”
Wow! I mean like WOW! So Sharon had watched me being fucked by her
brother. Other than her mother (and that was only once) nobody had ever
watched me having sex with Steve. OK, so my dad will peek in now and
then when Steve is fucking me in my bedroom or in the hot tub but that’s
totally different. He’s just checking to make sure I’m OK whereas Sharon
was watching to get turned on. My dad made me feel secure while Sharon
made me feel like a porn star.
My pussy was starting to tingle and I couldn't help but reach down and
press on my crotch to try and tame it. God this was so hot. My best
friend got off seeing me having sex! With her own brother!
“So tell me Sharon,” I asked in a soft husky voice, “Tell me what you
think about when you watch your brother fucking me.”
Sharon had her hand between her thighs now as well. We were each wearing
tight jeans which sort of got in the way but it was like neither of us
wanted to be the first to make a move in that direction.
Sharon sighed as she cupped her crotch and pushed down on her clit
through the denim. “I just can’t get enough of his dick. Damn it Kelly,
if anyone should know how good it looks you should. It’s like he gets
SOOOOO hard it quivers.”
She was right about that - I DID know. In fact I think I knew Steve’s
dick better than anyone besides his right hand. Steve had quite a rep
when we first started dating for screwing half the girls in class (maybe
an exaggeration but not as much as you might think) but I’m pretty sure
none of them had blown him as much as I have and certainly none of them
had been laid as many times as he’d done me.
“Yeah, I love that too,” I sighed as I couldn't take my eyes off her hand
between her legs, “I really do love that dick.”
“So is Steve’s the only one you’ve had?” she asked.
I assured her that I’d never so much as touched another cock in my life
besides Steve’s. That was essentially true as there was no need to
confess that six years earlier I’d held my dad’s and used my hand to make
him cum. What I did with Steve’s dick was 100% sexual. With my dad it
was just my mom’s way of teaching me about men. I’d seen him
masturbating earlier and was naturally as curious as any eight year-old
would be so what better way for my mom to explain that to me than to let
me learn on my own father?
“What about you?” I asked.
Sharon shook her head. “Never touched one,” she confessed ruefully, “I
DID see Steve’s once this past summer when I barged in on him when he was
going to the bathroom. Oh my god, I thought he was going to kill me!”
“Trust me, his is WONDERFUL!” I giggled.
Sharon was watching me as I rubbed myself but she answered without
looking away saying, “Yeah, it’s pretty obvious how you feel about it.”
We both laughed at that but if anything, it was like it only turned us
each on all the more.
“Sorry, I HAVE to take these damn things off!” she gasped as she stood up
and undid her jeans. She worked them down and then tossed off her shoes
and pulled them off the rest of the way. Underneath she was wearing pink
cotton panties which quickly joined her jeans on the floor.
“God this is so much better,” she sighed as she laid back against the
headboard and spread her legs. It was like she wasn't embarrassed at all
to expose herself like that to me but then it wasn't like I’d never seen
her nude before. Well, never quite like THIS though.
What the heck, why not? I also stood up and pulled off my jeans. Unlike
her I wasn't wearing anything underneath, a distinction she quickly
noted.
“Kelly, do you EVER wear panties?”
I couldn't help but laugh a little as I took up my position at the foot
of her bed. I figured if she was going to put herself on display as she
masturbated then I may as well too. Besides, from what I’d just learned
it wasn't like she hadn’t seen me doing this sort of thing before.
“Sure, like when I was teasing poor Jim.”
“OK, just wondering as it seems you never have them on whenever I’ve
noticed.”
“Well, sometime I pretty much have to wear something with some of my
skirts and dresses,” I explained more, “Steve likes it sometimes when I
wear them... he likes to smell them after I take them off.”
Sharon had lifted up her sweater to expose her solid A-cup boobs now as
she rubbed them with one hand as she worked her fuzzy pussy with the
other.
“Really?” she said, “I wondered sometimes if he was into that sort of
thing. I’ve left mine out hope hoping he would use them but he never
touches them.”
I was tempted to tell her to check under his bed or in his drawers for
some of mine. Like I couldn't even count how many times he’d kept mine
after a date. My poor mom complains all the time about having to buy me
so many panties, at least she did until I explained why I kept “losing”
them. After that she started buying me cheap “date” panties” which saved
her a lot of money in the end. Hmmm, maybe I need to patent “disposable
date panties”?
Instead, my thoughts were interrupted by Sharon’s groans and moans. Damn
that girl was fast, she was already reaching her first orgasm while I’d
barely even gotten started.
“Fuck me Steve... oh fuck me harder,” she was whispering to herself as
she closed her eyes tight and pushed a finger deep inside of her wet
pussy. She kept repeating it over and over as her hips lifted up and
then she started to buck as if her brother was fucking her.
Now I’d masturbated plenty of times with her and my other friends during
sleepovers and such before, even with my own cousin, but never like this.
At those times we all did it but everyone pretty much kept it to
themselves. Sure we all knew the others were doing it, but it wasn't
like this situation where Sharon may as well have been showing off in
front of her brother. I guess in her mind at this moment that’s just
what she was doing.
I felt myself starting to get those feeling I get when I’m about to cum.
Sometimes I try to push them off and make it get as strong as I can
before allowing myself to let loose and orgasm. Other times I just want
it so bad I try and make it happen as quickly as possible. Both ways
work for me, it’s more the situation that dictates the direction I take.
I looked up from my warm crotch and saw Sharon watching me. It felt a
little funny and awkward to be exposing myself like this to another girl
and even more so with a couple of fingers up my pussy about ready to cum.
My mom sometimes watched me back when she was teaching me how to
masturbate better but I never felt the feelings in me with her that I was
feeling now seeing Sharon’s eyes fixed on my pussy. I closed my eyes so
I could cum without being distracted by her attention.
God it felt so good to finally cum! I pushed all thoughts of Sharon
aside, ignoring that she was just a few feet away rubbing herself as she
watched me making myself cum. All I wanted to think about was my
boyfriend and how insanely good it felt when he touched me and fucked me.
My pussy clamped down on my fingers as I imagined him inside of me, his
wonderful hard dick filling me until it was like I was stuffed, then
releasing his sperm inside of me, filling me with it as he pumped his
dick in and out of me. God I wished he was really fucking me right now!
When I’d finished I looked up and tried to focus my eyes on Sharon - not
all that easy after what had just happened.
“You were thinking about him fucking you, weren’t you?” she said, more a
statement than a question.
“Well, you were too,” I countered and we both giggled as if sharing a
secret.
I closed my legs back together, feeling suddenly more awkward at how I
was displaying myself to another girl, and to the sister of my boyfriend
at that. It was one thing to have my mom or dad see me masturbate. Then
it wasn't so much that they watched as I did it in front of them rather
than disappear to my room. Sharon, on the other hand, has WATCHED me,
almost like she was a boy fixated on my pussy. I wasn't quite sure why,
but it just felt a little weird.
“You OK?” she asked as I sat up and maneuvered so my legs were under me
now.
I was still bare bottomed but at least I wasn’t on display any longer. I
noticed she hadn’t made any effort to hide herself, even after her
orgasm. What that meant I wasn't sure. Probably so focused on her
brother that she wasn’t even thinking about me.
There was a knock on the bedroom door just then and her mom said through
the door that it was time for dinner. Fortunately she didn't come in as
I had no idea how she would react to seeing her daughter with her legs
spread far apart, her pussy glistening after a massive orgasm. Something
told me it would be more than just awkward!
Sharon yelled back that we were coming (we both giggled at her pun) and
then finally gathered herself up. She handed me some Kleenex to wipe
myself off and then we put our jeans back on. I noticed she left her
panties on the floor but didn't say anything.
“God I feel like I’m burning up down there,” she gasped as the wiggled
into the tight jeans. Once she finally had them zipped up and buttoned
again she grabbed her crotch, rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Oh my god Kelly, I wish I was you. I was dreaming about Steve in me but
you really KNOW what it feels like.”
Really, what could I say? I was actually still trying to wrap my head
around this whole “I want my brother to fuck me” thing. I feel like I’ve
been brought up pretty open-minded about sex and such but incest? That
was pushing the boundaries even for someone like me.
Sharon’s mom invited me to stay so I sat at the table where Jim and Steve
had joined us. Wow, talk about awkward! It was like I had something
different going on with each other them. Of course they all knew that
Steve was doing me so it wasn’t a big deal when I took a seat next to him
and he had a hand on my leg all through dinner - and a little more inside
as well. I wondered if he could feel the heat of my pussy? Well, it
felt like a furnace to me!
I felt even morn horny wondering what Sharon’s mom and brothers would say
if they had any idea what the two of us had been doing just minutes
earlier. Would Steve have maybe felt different about his sister seeing
her masturbating with his girlfriend? For just a brief naughty moment I
wondered if his mom would have joined us just as she had when she caught
Steve fucking me. As for Jim, who really cared?
All through dinner all I could think about was Steve and how badly I
wanted him - no NEEDED him to fuck me. Masturbation is OK and I love
doing it but since Steve had started fucking me I’ve learned that it’s no
substitute for the real thing.
Then just as we were finishing, an idea came to mind. It was brilliant!
I was helping Sharon clear the table and when we were alone in the
kitchen she turned to me and grinned.
“Oh my god, were you as turned on as I was during dinner?”
I pretended not to have any idea what she was talking about at which she
just rolled her eyes at me saying, “Give me a break girl, he was
practically groping you through the whole dinner.”
Seeing how horny she still was, it seemed like the perfect time to offer
up my idea.
“Ummmmm, Sharon...,” I started out softly.
“Yes?”
I hesitated, not sure if I should but then I remembered that look in her
eyes when we were lying next to each other, enjoying our orgasms
together.
“Would you like to watch us?”
I just sort of blurted it out before I lost my courage and then I stood
still, waiting for her response.
“WATCH you?” she answered incredulously, “Like how would I do that?
Besides, Steve would never let me do it.”
“Why does Steve have to know?”
Sharon grinned widely then as the idea settled in her brain. “But how
would I ever get to see you without him knowing?”
I flung my hair back and smiled at her. “It happens all the time now.”
Sharon stood up straight at that remark and turned to stare at me.
“OK, like who in the world watches you now?”
Had I thought more about it I probably never would have said a word but I
was just as worked up and horny as she was after our little tryst so it
just came out without me thinking much about the consequences.
“Well my dad mostly.”
Sharon looked at me like I had suddenly turned into an alien from space.
“Wait a minute girl, you’re telling me that your own DAD watches you
having sex with my brother? No way... you’re just messing with me now.”
I shook my head and wondered briefly what I was getting myself into.
Then again, SHE was the one who was always talking about incest and
having her brother fuck her. Not only that, all my dad was WATCH. It
wasn't like we were having crazy sex after Steve left to go home or
anything really weird like that - which was exactly what I told her.
“Still, I mean isn’t that sort of creepy having your own father spying on
you like that?”
“Any creepier than having his sister spying on us?” I countered.
“Touché,” she granted me, “But I’m his sister, not his mother.”
At that I ALMOST said something without thinking about it... something
about her mom spying on us and then wanting Steve to fuck her - which he
more than was ready to do. Thankfully I managed to nip that one in the
bud before I said something stupid.
“So what do you say?” I asked again, trying to change the subject back to
her, “Wanna watch us?”
“Stupid question,” she huffed as we started for the bedroom door to
leave, “Of course I do.”
I took that as a committed “yes” and we hugged before heading out into
the hallway. There was no sign of her younger brother - or older one yet
for that matter.
“We’re heading over soon just come in a few minutes after we do. I
guarantee you as horny as he is right now we’ll be in my bed in less than
five minutes.”
“But what about your parents?” she asked.
I just rolled my eyes and looked at her.
“OK, OK, stupid question,” she said as we both giggled. We hugged again
before heading to the kitchen to see if her mother has left any dessert
out from dinner. As we munched on some cake I wondered if her mind was
thinking the same as mine - how much I couldn't wait until later night!
It made my pussy tingle all the more as I thought about it.
Chapter 7 – Starting in the Hot Tub
===================================
When all was said and done, Sharon’s mom asked if I wanted to stick
around a little. I looked at Steve and smiled at him.
“Thanks but I was thinking maybe Steve could come over to my place for a
while.”
“Well, you’re welcome to stay here anytime. There’s nothing you can’t do
here that you do at home,” she replied, looking a little put off.
Oh god, if she only knew just how wrong she was!
Needless to say Steve was anxious to take me home as he knew what THAT
meant - he was going to get laid. One thing about having me for a
girlfriend, he never had to worry about getting enough sex! If anything
I was the one pushing sometimes for more.
Before long we were back at my place. My mom was working at the hospital
so just my dad was home. He was busy in the study when I showed up at
the doorway with Steve in tow.
“Hi daddy,” I greeted him, “Steve and I are going to be upstairs for a
while, is that OK?”
My dad looked up from the pile of legal papers on his desk and waved to
Steve.
“You know he’s always welcome Kelly. Have fun.”
My dad is SOOOOO cool. He knew well enough what we were planning on
doing up in my bedroom and all he had to say was, “Have fun.” Like how
many parents would tell their fourteen year-old daughter in so many words
that it was OK with them for her and her boyfriend to go to her bedroom
and have sex?
As far as Steve was concerned, I had the coolest parents of any girl he’d
ever dated! Well, I would agree with him on that point but I knew better
when it came to just how much privacy they were actually giving us. I
bet he would have really freaked if he saw some of the photos my dad took
of us!
Steve once told me how intimidated he’d been the first time he’d come
over and my dad opened the door. I wonder how he would feel now if he
knew why my dad was being so nice to him? After all, it’s not every
father that looks forward to his daughter’s boyfriend stopping by to fuck
his daughter.
As we started up the stairs another thought came to mind. My bedroom was
fine but there was place where Sharon could get a better view - the deck.
“Wait for a second,” I told him. he looked at me with disbelief like how
could I do this to him. “Don't worry, you’re going to love this.”
Running up the stairs, I grabbed some towels and then hurried back to
where Steve was waiting impatiently.
“Let’s start in the hot tub,” I said breathlessly.
He smiled as he caught the “let’s START” part. Soon we were on the
deck.I hurriedly pulled the cover off the hot tub and turned on the jets.
“Well, take it off boy!”
Steve just grinned and without any hesitation stripped down naked in
seconds. I recalled the first time I’d told him to do this with my
parents home. He was SOOO embarrassed but over time he learned that my
parents were serious about our privacy and no he didn't seem to give it a
second though that my dad was just a few feet away in the study. The
curtains were closed so it wasn't like he could see us.
I bit my lower lip in anticipation as Steve dropped his jeans and
underwear, his already hard dick looking so yummy and ready for action.
When we first started dating he would take his shirt off first which I
guess was the more natural progression. It didn’t take long for me to
train him to start with his pants and underwear instead so I could see
his dick sooner in the process. There was just something that made him
so sexy standing there with just a shirt on with his erection poking out
through the shirt tails!
As quickly as I could I lowered myself in but the water was so hot I had
to take a little time to adjust to it. Once I was mostly in I took my
favorite seat - the one with the jet in the opposite end that I kept
pointed straight at me. Lifting my right leg up and onto the lip of the
tub, me left dangled to the bottom of the tub. Mmmmmmm, the jet felt so
good against my pussy!
Steve wasn't nearly as bushy down there as my dad but there was still
plenty there for me to play with and bury my face in while I was sucking
on his cock. I’d never felt a full crotch of pubic hair before I was
with Steve but it didn't take long for me to learn how much I enjoyed the
feel of it between my fingers and against my cheek.
“You know Kelly, sometimes I still can’t quite believe your parents are
OK with all this,” he said as he slowly lowered himself into the hot
water, “I mean like the father of the last girl I dated wouldn't let me
even kiss her in front of him! Shit, he would’ve killed me if he knew we
were having sex.”
The last thing I wanted to hear about at this moment was anything about
his old girlfriends so I didn't respond, hoping he would take the hint.
Meanwhile he’d moved over to the middle of the tub and was reaching out
to touch me. Despite the heat of the hot tub I shivered as my lover’s
hands roamed all over every inch of me.
God it made me feel so sexy to have Steve’s hands roam all over my body!
It was like I was giving myself to him, letting him do something to me
that nobody else had ever done. Sure my dad had pretty much touched all
of me at one time or another but that was completely different. Like,
it’s hard to sit on his lap when we’re in the hot tub and NOT have his
hands all over me but that is nothing like this. My dad is just helping
me keep my balance whereas Steve is groping me!
I closed my eyes and focused on Steve’s carnal attention as his hand ran
down my thigh and then back up again, moving inside such that when he
reached my crotch his fingers would run over my pussy and then up and
over my clit. Again, it was similar to when my dad would massage me
except for that move at the end. My dad’s fingers might make it all the
up my leg but he always would detour just enough at the end to avoid my
pussy. That’s the difference between being touched by your boyfriend and
your father. Sure I enjoy the way my father makes me feel good but I
LOVE the way Steve adds that extra touch at the end.
With my head laying back against the tub, Steve was working on my stomach
and boobs as I opened my eyes and looked up towards my bedroom window
right above us. If Steve had been looking at me he would have seen me
smiling but he wouldn't have known the entire reason why. Sure I loved
the way he was fondling me but imagine if he knew that just one story up
his younger sister was watching us through the opening in the curtains!
OMG! This was so hot and I wasn't thinking about the temperature of the
water. I could only see Sharon’s face and barely even that so I had no
idea what she was doing as she watched. Was she just watching or was she
getting horny? I wondered if she had stripped down to watch us or maybe
just loosened her shorts to let her play with herself? Knowing how she
loved to masturbate I couldn’t imagine she was just watching the scene
below her and not doing anything about it.
My eyes lowered and I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Sure
enough, my dad was also keeping an eye on things from the kitchen door
window. For a brief moment I thought about what might happen if he and
Sharon were watching me together. Would they both get so horny they
would masturbate together? The way things were now they might not even
know the other was watching but it never hurt to fantasize about it.
“I want your dick,” I gasped as Steve started to concentrate on my clit,
rubbing it underwater as the jet continued to do its work as well.
Steve grinned and stood up in the tub with his erection now just inches
away from my face. God it looked so inviting! He was rock hard now, his
dick curving upward such that while standing it was actually pointing up
to the sky. His wet pubic hair was plastered against his crotch,
revealing more of his shaft than usual which only emphasized the size of
his erect cock.
While I really had nothing to compare it against, I loved Steve’s dick
and never grew tired of looking at it. Sure I’d seen my dad’s but that
was only when he was masturbating from across the room or just a passing
view as I would walk past their bedroom. The closest I ever got to it
was actually in this same hot tub like when I would sit on his lap or he
was getting in and out next to me. Even though he might have an erection
then it didn't give me the same feelings as I felt now with Steve’s dick
hovering right in front of me. My dad’s dick was hard because he was just
a normal horny man. In stark contrast, Steve’s dick was hard because he
wanted to fuck ME with it and THAT made it so much better for me.
“Mmmmmmm, let me have that,” I murmured more to myself than him as he
probably couldn't hear me over the din of the jets. I thought about that
and reached over to turn off the jest and suddenly it was like deathly
silent in comparison.
“Ahhhhh, that’s better,” I said, smiling as I looked up at him and
reached for his dick, “God I want that!”
I stroked it a little at first and then Steve moved in closer so I could
take it in my mouth. It tasted a little funny because of the bromine in
the water but it felt just fine between my lips as my tongue ran all
around it.
Knowing I had an audience above me I tried to brush my hair back and keep
my head tilted so Sharon would be able to see her brother’s dick in my
mouth. I wondered if she was licking her lips as she imagined how it
would feel in her mouth instead? Had she ever even touched a dick, let
alone sucked one? If so, she’d never told me about it.
As for my dad, the way Steve was standing I imagined all he was seeing
was Steve’s bare butt but then I wasn’t as worried about what he saw so
much as Steve’s sister. My dad could always watch me sucking Steve
another time but how often would Sharon have this opportunity?
God I felt so ridiculously horny as I sucked Steve’s dick knowing I was
being watched by one of my best friends AND my father. Like, this was
something I would have never dreamed possible just a few short months
earlier.
Mmmmmmm, I loved sucking Steve’s dick. Some of my girlfriends claimed
that when their boyfriends pushed them to suck theirs that they didn't
really like it, especially when they came. In fact, most of them either
said they wouldn't let their boyfriend cum in their mouth or they spit it
out right away. Beth and I were really the only ones who seemed to want
to do it for our own pleasure more so than just trying to keep a
boyfriend. No doubt Steve wouldn’t keep dating me if I stopped putting
out but that wasn't why I did it - I LOVED doing it!
Sometimes I have to wonder about some of my friends. Like, if they want
a boyfriend like mine then why complain that they have to put out for
them? You can't expect a guy to take you out, buy you things and
entertain you and not expect something in return? Those movie tickets
cost money which means he had to work to get it. The blowjob he expects
in return is easy to do so it seems to me that as a girl I’m getting the
better end of the deal. Not only that, but I enjoy doing it!
Then there are those girls who are OK with blowjobs but draw the line at
sex. I’m not really sure if that’s not even worse than the BJ holdouts.
Sure all guys love blowjobs but if my boyfriend is any sort of example,
they love sex even more. If a girl wants to claim one of the more
popular guys in school like Steve, then she’d better be willing to give
him what he’s getting from the other girls. When I started Steve I knew
his reputation so when he wanted to fuck me, it was like either do it or
forget being his girlfriend. Then again, I think I enjoy it as much as
he does so it’s not like it’s putting any sort of hardship on me!
Speaking of which, sucking Steve’s dick was fun but I was too horny to do
it for much longer. As I said, I wanted sex just as much as he did!
“Fuck me,” I said firmly as I dropped his dick from my mouth and looked
him straight in the eyes.
“Ohhhhhh, so you want me to fuck you now, eh?” he teased me.
It was all part of the games we liked to play. The evidence of his
desire was practically poking me in the eye so it wasn't like he was
fooling me or anything. I’d learned early on with Steve that as much as
he wanted to do me, it was me asking for it that REALLY turned him on.
“God yes, I NEED you in me,” I begged, playing along with the game.
Then again, it wasn't just a game - I DID need him in me right then, more
than anything else in the world at that moment. It was like my pussy
felt so empty and I needed something to fill it - Steve’s dick.
Steve started to lower down in the water but I didn't want to have sex
underwater, not with his sister watching above us. A bunch of splashing
around wasn't what Sharon had come over to see and it wasn't what I
wanted to show her. No.... I wanted Sharon to SEE her brother’s dick in
me, to see me enjoy what she could only lust for in secret. OK, so I
admit it - I wanted to show off.
“Let’s do it up here,” I said a I pulled myself up and sat on the edge,
scooting over to the corner where there was more surface to sit on.
Steve didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Face it, all he wanted
was to fuck me. The where and how wasn't nearly as important to him as
it was to me.
I reached behind me and gripped the edge of the hot tub as I inched up as
close to the edge as I could to make it easier for Steve to access my
pussy. He had gripped his dick with his hand and was so eager to get it
in me he practically fell when he slipped on the slippery floor of the
hot tub.
“Careful big boy,” I teased him, “I wouldn't want anything to happen to
that lovely dick before it has a chance to get in me.”
“Yeah, you like my dick, don’t you,” Steve growled as he moved in closer.
I smiled, wanting to look up to the window to see Sharon’s face but not
daring as Steve might wonder what I was looking at.
“Noooooo, I don't LIKE your dick, I LOVE your dick!” I gushed as he
started to rub my pussy with the tip of it.
“Well, I love your fuzzy little pussy,” he answered as he lined his dick
up with my pussy hole.
God, why was he taking his time like this? I just wanted it in me and the
heck with all this playing around!
“Fuck me dammit, fuck me,” I demanded as I tried to arch my back and push
my pussy up to his dick.
Normally I loved to look down at a moment like this and watch Steve’s
dick as it first entered me. God, how many times had he fucked me in the
past few months since he took my virginity? So far it was the only cock
to ever be in this position but that was fine with me. I loved Steve and
I didn't care if no other boy ever fucked me so long as he did. To
actually SEE the tip of his dick disappear into me and then FEEL it split
me apart as the head forced its way into my tight fourteen year-old pussy
was incredible erotic.
Well, this wasn’t a “normal” time. Instead of looking down, I leaned my
head back and looked up to my bedroom window where Sharon was peering
through the curtains. Our eyes met and I smiled as Steve’s dick filled
my pussy. I felt so good but at the same time, I couldn't help but
wonder what Sharon was feeling. Did she have any idea at all how good
her brother could fuck her if he wanted to? In any case, I certainly did!
“Oh yeah Steve, that feels so good!” I moaned, squeezing down on his dick
with my pussy once he was all the way in me.
“Shit your pussy is so fuckin’ tight!” he gasped as he just held himself
motionless inside of me as I gripped and then relaxed and then gripped
his dick again.
“Oh Steve, I love you!” I cried out as he started to pump me with his
cock.
Steve didn't reply, just as he never did when I said that, but I knew
from the way he was fucking me that he felt the same for me. Like, how
could he make me feel so good and fuck me so often if he didn’t feel the
same for me as I did for him?
We fucked this way for a while and then Steve pulled out and grabbed me
by my waist to twist me around. While I preferred a position where I
could look at him and see his dick in me, Steve seemed to get off from
doing me doggy style. I liked it better when we were in my bedroom and I
could see us in the mirror over my dresser but usually it was more like
this where I just leaned forward and looked straight ahead while Steve
did his thing from behind me.
In this position I couldn’t look up to see if Sharon was watching but I
had no doubt she was. If anything she probably had a better view of her
brother’s dick in me than before so there was that to consider. If she
was masturbating about her brother fucking her now I wouldn't have blamed
her. So what if he was her brother anyway? It was just sex and given
how good Steve was making me feel now, who could blame her for wanting
some of it for herself?
When Steve had enough he pulled out and told me to get out of the tub.
He laid out the towels on the deck and I momentarily hesitated.
Thankfully it was abnormally warm out so after getting out the hot water
I wasn't freezing as I should have been this late in the year. What made
me hesitate though was I really didn't feel like laying on the hard
decking. Normally we’d lay out the seat cushions but my dad had brought
all that stuff in for the winter.
“C’mon, I want you to ride me,” Steve said as he laid out on the deck.
Well, so long as he was OK with it, then who was I to argue?
Thankfully Steve didn't catch on to anything when I subtly positioned him
to help give the best possible view to our observers. Then again, why
would he ever suspect his own sister was watching and as for my dad, who
in their right mind would ever think my own father would be watching me
having sex with my boyfriend?
Steve had his hands behind his head to help lift it up to better watch
what I was doing. As for me, I stood up and straddled his hips, dripping
water from my naked body onto his. Putting my hands on my hips, I stood
there for a moment and looked down on him.
“Like what you see?” I teased him, wiggling my hips. With my feet spread
apart on either side of him I knew he had a great view of my freshly
fucked pussy.
“Now THIS is what I call a view,” he laughed. I could see that his eyes
were fixed on my crotch.
“Well, watch this then,” I said as I bent my knees and lowered myself
down to him.
I reached back with one arm and put my hand on his leg to steady myself
as I used my other hand to position his dick in place so it would go
where it belonged - inside of me. It was a little awkward staying on my
feet but I didn't want to hurt my knees on the hard deck surface.
Oh yeah! Once again I got to enjoy that initial feel of his dick
penetrating me although by now my pussy had stretched out enough that he
easily entered me. I literally sat down on his lap, his dick impaling me
like a spike. God I loved him in me!
It was easier to rock back and forth than to lift myself up and down on
his dick. The result was essentially the same with half the effort.
While I enjoyed WATCHING his dick when he would slide it in and out of me
all the way, at a time like this when I really couldn't see what was
happening it didn't make all that much difference how much he moved in
and out more so than the fact he was moving at all. It was the relative
motion of his dick to my pussy that created the tingling sensations in
me, that drove me NUTS!
“Make me cum Steve... please make me cum,” I cried out as he reached
forward with one hand and started to play with my clit with his thumb.
It was just what I needed right then, that extra little bit to send me
over the edge as I orgasmed. I leaned back with both arms behind me,
hands on his thighs as I just wiggled my hips enough to let me feel his
dick moving in me as I cried out with pleasure and happiness.
“My turn!” Steve announced as I felt him jerking under me. I knew he was
cumming in me, even if I couldn't feel much more than his cock as it
spasmed inside of me.
When we both finished I sat up straight on him again and then lifted
myself up and off his dick. My knees felt like they were going to scream
but I got up high enough so my pussy was now maybe a foot above his dick.
Steve started to say something but I shushed him.
“Just be patient and watch,” I told him as I squeezed down. I could feel
his fresh sperm dripping from my pussy and I did my best so it would land
on his still hard dick. Steve saw what I was doing and grinned.
“Damn, where did you come up with this idea?” he practically giggled.
It was from one of my dad’s porn DVDs but I wasn't going to tell him that
so I ignored his question and simply said, “Just shut up and watch.”
Once I had coated his dick I stood up and then kneeled on one side of
him. The heck with the hard deck, I wanted this! Without using my
hands, I leaned over like I was bobbing for apples and took his cum-
coated dick in my mouth and then lifted my head with my lips around it to
suck off all the cum I’d dripped on him.
“Mmmmmmm,” I said, which was about all I COULD say with a mouth full of
cum. So much for being taught not to talk with your mouth full!
“Fuck, that is SO hot!” Steve gushed, staring at me as I swished the cum
around in my mouth and then swallowed it in two gulps.
“I love your cum... I love it IN me and I love to eat it,” I said trying
to act naughty.
“Well, you can have all you want,” he offered, a huge grin on his face.
It was starting to get chilly so as much as I might have wanted to go for
seconds, I figured we’d done enough for today. It wasn't like I hadn’t
put on a good show for my audience and I couldn't wait to get my reviews.
We dried ourselves off and then got dressed. Steve had all his clothes
but then he noticed that all I was putting was a T-shirt I’d gathered
with the towels - one that didn't exactly hide all that much either.
“That’s all you wear around the house?” he asked, “I mean, even with your
dad home?”
“So what?” I asked back trying to act flippant.
“Well, it doesn’t even come down past your belly,” he said, “Not that I’m
complaining, mind you - I could look at your pussy all day but don’t you
feel funny that your dad sees you this way?”
I just shook my head and took his hand to lead him back to the kitchen
door. “My dad’s seen my naked since I was born, what’s the big deal?”
“That is just SOOOO hot,” Steve grinned. I gave him a playful punch in
the shoulder and said, “You’re so bad. Get your mind out of the gutter.
Besides, I’m not the one messing around with one of my parents.”
Ooops, I knew instantly I shouldn’t have said that but I’d been so
focused on everything else going on that I didn't think it through before
I said it.
“Dammit it Kelly, I thought we agreed never to talk about THAT,” Steve
said angrily.
I instantly apologized and for a moment even considered sucking him off
again if that would help soothe things between us. But then he smiled
and punched me back gently.
“OK, I deserved that for what I said about you and your dad,” he
apologized, “That was wrong of me.”
Just as I thought he was being the perfect gentleman, then he added, “But
you gotta admit, it WOULD be hot.”
“You horny bastard!” I said as I punched him - hard this time.
“Guilty as charged,” he laughed, “And I know you love it.”
We were almost to the door so I didn't say anything more. As we walked
in I thought about how my dad had been watching us through this very door
just minutes before. After all he had just said, what would Steve think
if he knew my dad enjoyed watching me being fucked by my boyfriend?
Back in the house my dad was still working away as if he’d never left his
desk.
“Have a good time in the tub?” my dad asked sweetly, as if we’d just come
back from a school dance.
Steve actually blushed which I thought was so sweet. If he only knew...
I grabbed Steve by the arm and pulled him in close to me, laying my head
against his shoulder.
“Oh yeah, my guy fucked me REALLY good today dad.”
I thought Steve was going to jump out of his shoes! Of course he knew my
parents knew what we were doing, we’d moved past that hang-up months ago.
However this was the first time I’d ever spoken about it so openly in
front of my parents with him next to me.
“Kelly?” he practically choked out. Now he wasn't just blushing, his
face was beet red!
“Don’t worry Steve. Besides, it’s not like it wasn’t obvious,” he said
smiling as he nodded towards my crotch. I’d wiped it clean when I dried
off but evidently some more of Steve’s cum had leaked out when we walked
in.
Poor boy, he was so embarrassed now so rather than make it any worse I
pulled him towards door
“I told you the tub was just for starts... and kissed him.”
Steve seemed uncertain now. I guess it was a lot for him to handle so I
added, “I love you Steve.”
He kissed me back and let me lead up the stairs to my bedroom. This was
turning into quite the evening!
Chapter 8 - Continuing In My Bedroom
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As I led Steve up the creaky old stairs, I wondered if he had any idea
that my dad would probably be outside my door later keeping an eye on us.
I sometimes wondered how badly he would freak if he knew his girlfriend’s
father was checking on him to make sure he was treating her right. It’s
why my parents, my dad especially, encouraged me from the outset to bring
Steve home whenever I wanted so he could make sure nothing ever happened
to me. I have to admit it gives me a feeling of security as well to know
my father is watching out for me when I am at my most vulnerable.
After we entered my bedroom I went back to close the door. Actually I
didn't quite close it but rather left it cracked open just a bit. It was
the same as I always did and Steve never seemed to notice or if he did,
he never questioned anything. I turned around to see he was already
stripping off his clothes for the second time. Mmmmmmm, I loved it when
he was this horny. Somebody was going to get fucked REALLY good again!
I let Steve strip and jump on my bed while leaving my T-shirt on, just.
No matter how many times he’d seen me naked and fucked me, I still felt a
little embarrassed at times at how I looked naked compared to the other
girls he’d been with in the past. Heck, I didn't even have near the body
of his own sister and he didn't give her a second glance!
God Steve looked so handsome and sexy. I just stood there and let my
eyes wander over every inch of his sixteen year-old frame. There was no
mistaking he was an athlete as he didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere.
If anything his muscles rippled in his arms and stomach, making my pussy
react as I took in a deep breath at the sight of him. He was laying on
his side, his lower arm resting on his elbow as he propped up his head
while the other hand was stroking his erect cock. No need for Viagra for
my guy!
“You just gonna stare at me or what?” he teased me, leaning back so I
could get a better view of his hairy crotch as he stroked his stiff cock
in front of me.
I didn't do either but instead approached him and pushed him onto his
back and then pushed his hand off his dick. Still standing on the floor,
I leaned over and took his dick in my mouth with my hands holding myself
off the bed. My first thought was how smooth and warm it felt, how firm
yet soft it was between my lips.
“Ahhhhh, hungry girl tonight, eh?” he chuckled as he put both hands
behind his head and scrunched my pillow up under it so he could more
easily watch me as I sucked his cock.
He had NO idea! I wasn’t hungry for his dick, I was STARVING for it.
After talking to Sharon about her brother all afternoon, after
masturbating about him, after sitting through dinner with him feeling me
up, he had better believe I was hungry for his dick!
It was awkward in this position so I climbed on the bed and kneeled
between his legs as he spread them wide apart for me. I laid down on my
side, my head resting on his lower stomach as I held his dick in my
mouth. Normally I would’ve been licking it up and down the shaft,
kissing the head and letting my lips run along him. Not tonight though.
Right now in the privacy of my room I wanted him in my mouth and to never
let him out.
“Damn Kelly, slow down,” Steve moaned, “If you keep this up I’m gonna
cum. I’m not a machine you know!”
If I was ready to let him out of my mouth I probably would have made some
sarcastic remark about that being the entire point of my efforts. One of
the great things about having sex with a horny teenage boy was that you
didn't have to worry about a “one and done”, he was good for three and
maybe even four loads of cum before we were done tonight. So far I’d
only used up one from “the bank” so I wasn't worried.
I looked up at him as I sucked on his erection, running my fingers
through his coarse black pubic hair and then caressing his hairy balls as
my tongue and lips worked on his dick. I LOVE his thick thatch of hair
that covers the base of his dick. Sometimes when we’re out and I can’t
do more I just reach into his pants and enjoy the feel of his thick
coarse pubic hair as it runs through my fingers. Then there was the
distinct scent, odor some might say, of his crotch that stuck to my
fingers such that I could smell it later.
Our eyes met and I could see the growing lust in his face as I drove him
closer and closer to the point of no return. We locked onto each other,
neither of us hardly even blinking as I blew my boyfriend to the best of
my ability.
“Oh god, I’m cumming,” Steve announced in a strained voice
At least I’d trained him to say THAT. When we first started dating Steve
would just release without any warning sometimes would catch me off guard
and even make me choke or gag. I finally convinced him that by warning
me I could take his cum better in my mouth and even let him see it.
Apparently he liked my idea as now he almost always told me when he was
at that point. Granted, I didn't get the warning EVERY time but he was
getting better at remembering.
Showtime. One of the main reasons I love to suck Steve’s cock isn’t for
MY benefit. I mean like if anything my cheeks get sore and tired and
sometimes it’s like he’s NEVER going to cum, no matter how hard I work
it. What I love is the control and power it gives me when his dick is in
my mouth. I’ve heard some boys say that they think they’re dominating a
girl during oral sex. I beg to differ. Like whose most sensitive body
part is between whose teeth? I love the way he reacts when I suck his
dick. It’s like he almost enjoys watching his dick in my mouth as much
as in my pussy. Well, maybe not QUITE as much but close.”
Then there were times like right now when I had him on the edge and
instead of him cumming in my mouth and not seeing what was happening, I
took him in my hand and stroked him as I opened my mouth wide and waited
for the inevitable. I didn't have to wait for long...
“Oh fuck yeah!” he moaned as the first volley of warm sperm erupted from
the tip of his stiff dick and landed on my outstretched tongue.
If this had been the LAST thing we did instead of the first, I might have
made him even happier by letting him spray on my face and boobs but that
wasn’t the best thing to do when we had so much more left to do. Steve
has practically a homophobe and HATED cum so much that had I let him cum
on my face and body he would not have touched me again in those areas
until I showered. Thus after I let him watch the first couple of spurts
shoot from his dick and into my mouth, I engulfed him once again and took
the remainder of his sperm directly in my mouth.
Yeah, he was horny! I lost count of the number of spurts of cum he gave
me. All I know is that it took me two tries to get it down, followed by
a third to make sure it was all gone. At first I had been a little
ambivalent about the taste of his cum but over time it has grown on me
and I have to say that today I now look forward to getting a mouthful
whenever I can. If anything it beats the messiness of having it spray on
me.
As I mentioned, Steve was deathly afraid if his own cum so after I
swallowed his down I sat back and grinned before getting off the bed.
“Ok, I’ll be right back!” I said as seductively as possible.
He knew the routine and I also knew he appreciated the extra effort on my
part. Although I had yet to do so, before the night went much further I
wanted to kiss him and he’d never do that with my mouth tasting like cum.
I opened the door just enough to exit into the hallway and then pulled it
until it was almost closed. Normally at this point if anyone I would see
my dad but sometime he came by later so it was unpredictable. Well, this
time it was totally different as I looked to see Steve’s sister standing
there, a grin from ear to ear. I motioned for her to join me in the
bathroom where I closed the door behind us.
“Well, did you get to see him cum?” I asked her anxiously. For some
reason it was important to me now that his sister watch. In a short time
things had transitioned from being weird to erotic.
“Just wished it was my mouth on him,” she replied with a sigh, “God, you
really ARE good at that, aren't you?”
I knew she was referring to my rep at school. Thanks to Steve’s
cheerleading efforts, I think everyone there, including the teachers, had
heard of my cocksucking skills. Being just fourteen and being compared
favorably against girls two to three years older than was a major triumph
for me.
“I like to think I’m getting pretty good at it. You should try it
sometime.”
Knowing that Sharon had never even touched, let alone suck a dick not to
mention her lustful desires for her brother, that was probably a bit much
but she seemed to roll with it. As I brushed my teeth it was like she
couldn't stop talking.
“So now what, you gonna let him fuck you again?”
I just nodded as I washed away as much of the cum flavor as I could. It
made me wonder what Sharon would think of the taste of her brother’s cum.
God, I couldn't believe I even thought of that! Just a few hours ago I
never even thought about anyone doing anything like incest and now I was
imaging her with her brother without hardly a second thought.
As I put away my toothbrush and toothpaste a naughty thought suddenly
dawned on me. I should have kissed her and let her taste her brother’s
cum before I brushed it all away. Just as quickly I shook my head. Like
where the heck did THAT one come from? Today had been filled with enough
revelations but to kiss her? I certainly wasn’t a lesbian - just ask the
naked guy waiting for me in my bedroom!
“I need to get back or he might start wondering and come to find me.”
Sharon grinned at me and moved aside so I could get out of the bathroom.
“God I wish I was you!” she gushed quietly as I passed by. I just smiled
and winked. I was glad I was me!
Back in the bedroom, Steve was sitting on the edge of my bed, his dick
still as hard as ever.
“Did you go to the dentist for a cleaning?” he teased me.
What could I say? That his horny sister had delayed me as she dreamed of
being in my place? As it was, I didn't say anything but instead stood in
front of him within arm reach.
“I think it’s time we got you out of that T-shirt,” he murmured as he
undressed me.
He started to reach for my T-shirt but I pushed his hands away. I was
keenly aware of his sister watching everything and I didn't exactly feel
proud of my boobs, at least not when hers looked so much better. For
that matter, ALL my friends had better boobs it seemed. Sometimes I
wondered why Steve ever asked me out in the first place with such tiny
boobs. I mean, I have a pretty good idea why he asks me out NOW but why
back then? I’ve never asked. Probably better not to know!
Actually this wasn’t all that unnatural for me. I’ve always been a
“bottomless” girl, preferring to be naked below and covered above. I
don’t mean necessarily displaying myself, but wearing as little as
possible from the waist down. At home I rarely wore anything on my
bottoms, preferring long (or even short) T-shirts and my dad’s dress
shirts.
Steve started to protest but I just smiled and turned around and sat on
his lap, feeling his hard dick pressed up tight against the small of my
back and upper butt. I ground my bare ass into his lap, using his knees
as supports to keep my balance.
“God you have such a sexy ass,” he whispered as he put his arms around me
and pulled me into him, kissing my neck and ears. Mmmmmmm, music to my
ears.
I turned my head to the side. I’m sure he thought it was to say
something to him and he would have been partially right. It also gave me
the opportunity to keep an eye on the crack in the doorway. I felt a
tingle all through me as I saw an eye looking through. Was she
masturbating in the hallway as I prepared to be fucked by her brother?
It occurred to me that I would’ve been disappointed if she wasn’t!
I was so horny! It was like everything we did in the hot tub was not
past history and we were starting all over again...
“Fuck me Steve... I want you in me now,” I said a little louder than
usual. I wanted to make sure our audience could hear!
“Yeah, I’ve been waiting for this since you came down for dinner,” he
growled as he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up and over his rigid
cock, “I wanted to fuck you right there on the table, I didn’t care who
saw us.”
As tempting as it was to ask him if he wanted Sharon to watch, I steered
clear of the topic, not wanting to do anything that might spoil the mood.
I was curious about him and her but I was dying to have him fuck me.
Priorities...
Steve was holding his cock with one hand as he helped me to get
positioned over his dick. I could feel the head against my warm pussy.
Reaching between my legs, I spread my pussy lips apart to make it easier
for him to penetrate me - an opportunity he quickly took advantage of!
“Oh god!” I moaned loudly as the tip of his dick pushed into me.
How many times had I felt this unique sensation so far? Fifty? One
hundred? More? It didn't matter, it was almost like the first time
(NOTHING is like the first time) and I loved it just as much every time.
It was that feeling of submission, of giving myself to him. It was also
a feeling of dominance, of me having what he so badly craved and now I
was allowing him to take it. It was also incredibly pleasurable as the
widening head of his dick pushed into me as I slowly sat down on him. I
was being split apart and at times it was like there was no way he could
possibly fit in me - but he always did.
I could feel the head in me now, followed by the thinner shaft as he
filled me with his manhood. God, the sexiest boy in school had his dick
in me! It hadn’t been that many months ago when I would have never even
dreamed that this could happen and now he was mine - ALL mine as I
bottomed out on his cock and put my full weight on his lap.
“Oh Steve, you feel SOOOO good in me,” I moaned, as much for his sister’s
benefit as his.
Indeed, I wanted Sharon to know how good he felt in my pussy, how
wonderful her brother’s dick made me feel. It was something she could
only dream of as she watched but I got to have him. Mmmmmmm, I loved
this!
I was about to start working his dick when his patience wore thin.
Picking me up while keeping himself in me, he twisted us around until I
was facing the bed and then pushed my forward with a firm shove in the
back until I was on my elbows on the bed, my butt up in the air with his
dick firmly implanted in my pussy.
“Love watching your ass when I screw you,” I heard him say as he started
to pump his dick in and out of me.
I tried to see if I could spot his sister watching us but the angle was
horrible. Somehow I had a feeling she hadn’t taken her eye off of us for
a moment. The realization that his own sister was watching him fuck me
and he had no clue about it was a totally insane situation for me. It
was all so new yet I knew it was what I wanted in the future. Somehow it
made it so much hotter for me knowing I was being watched and making
someone horny. Until now I only had my dad watching me and that wasn't
much of an erotic situation. Having his sister watch... now THAT was
hot!
“Turn around,” he commanded as he pulled out of me and twisted me around
before I could scarcely react.
“Lean back,” he said firmly as he spread my legs apart and pulled me up
to the edge of the bed. “Legs up!”
With that he positioned my legs up to his shoulders, grabbing me by the
ankles as I reached for his wet cock and all but pulled it back into me.
“You like it in you, don’t you slut?” he teased me, not letting it back
in again at first, “Tell me you want my hard prick in your cunt.”
He was REALLY horny now. He knew I never cared much for the use of the
word “cunt” but when he was out of control he fell into bad habits.
“Fuck my cunt Steve, fuck me hard.... God I want your prick in me,” I
begged trying to use his words to turn him on as best as I could.
“OH!” I couldn't help but burst out as he suddenly rammed it into me all
the way, smashing his pubic hair up against my fuzzy pussy and grinding
himself into me as deeply as he could.
“You can’t get enough of my dick, can you slut,” he went on, “You want my
spunk in you, don’t you? You want it bad... say it bitch.”
Had we been alone I might have said something at this point because he
could get a little carried away. Slut was OK, bitch....? I knew he only
said it because he was enjoying sex with me so much but still...
Despite my earlier protests, Steve reached forward and pushed my T-shirt
up to expose my breasts, or at least what I had to expose.
“I love your little tits,” he gasped as he stroked his fantastic dick in
and out of me. “Each one’s the perfect handful.”
I almost laughed. Oh yeah, he WAS ultra horny all right if he was saying
things like that!
Steve wrapped his muscular arms around my thin legs, lifting them up as
he cradled them in his elbows to allow himself to grab my bare ass. I
sighed loudly as he pulled my butt up from the bed, causing him to
penetrate me even deeper - if that were possible.
“That’s it Steve... deeper, as far in as you can go.”
With that he leaned over and I put my arms around his neck. Then he
surprised my lifting me up.
“Hang on!” he laughed as he lifted me up and off the bed. God he was so
strong! I held on for dear life as I rode his dick, like I was mounted
on it as he held me up by my bottom and drilled me.
Before I realized what he was doing, he took a few steps toward the door
and pressed me against the wall right next to my bedroom door. Oh my
god, what if he saw his sister?
I quickly realized that the last thing on Steve’s mind was Sharon as he
used the wall to help support me as he held me up and fucked me.
“Ready for it?” he asked.
I certainly didn't have to ask what “it” meant” as I nodded eagerly.
“It” was what I’d been wanting all day!
Steve thrust himself upward and started to jerk as he came in me, filling
my wet pussy with his second load of cum of the evening. Even thought it
was not his first, he seemed to have a huge load as he pumped over and
over into me.
“Suck it!” he gasped, barely able to speak as he caught his breath and
lowered me to the floor where I kneeled in front of him as took his
freshly fucked dick in my mouth. Oh god he tasted so good!
What turned me on even more was that my head was just inches away from
the door now as the last bits of cum seeped from his dick. Well, if
Sharon hadn’t gotten a good view before she certainly should be getting
one now.
Steve’s sweaty body shuddered as I sucked his sensitive dick clean. The
taste of my pussy on him made it all that much better. Something about
tasting myself AND my boyfriend’s dick at the same time really turned me
on. It was like when he would eat me out and then kiss me, the smell and
taste of my pussy fresh on his mouth and tongue - only this was ten times
better.
“Had enough?” I teased him as I stripped off my T-shirt finally so I was
totally yanked with him.
“What do you think?” he came back with a naughty grin as he wiggled his
hips so his dick moved around in front of me.
My boyfriend’s dick was making a valiant effort to recover but after
cumming twice in the past half hour I knew he would need some
encouragement. Well, that sort encouragement was becoming my specialty!
“Well I can go all night, the question is can you?” I taunted him as I
grabbed his semi-flaccid dick and led him back to my bed like a dog on a
leash.
“How old are you again?” he asked me in a wondering tone.
“I’ll be fifteen in March,” I declared. It sounded so much older than
“fourteen”.
“Fucking amazing... pure fucking amazing,” he said under his breath as he
took his place on my bed and I started nursing his cock with my mouth yet
again.
It might surprise some people but it was times like this when I enjoyed
sucking his dick as much as any - I mean when I truly enjoyed it for my
own sake. Before when I started he was already rock hard and it didn't
take much technique to get him to cum. Heck, anything could have got him
off back then. Now he felt totally different in my mouth - not so hard
but rather soft and limp. How he had the odor of my pussy and the
aftertaste of it as well which heightened my senses as I sucked him.
This was fun. It would take a while for him to recover if past
experience told me anything, but not TOO long that my mouth would get
tired and sore. I LOVED the feel as it grew and hardened in my mouth.
It was like magic the way it responded. The fact that it was doing it
because of ME made it all the more special.
Mmmmmmm, I was so in love with Steve... and his dick.
Chapter 9 – Steve Finds Out
===========================
Everything was going along perfectly. I’d gotten a load of cum in my
mouth, one in my pussy, and another to be determined. I’d fucked and
sucked and all the while his sister had been watching without him having
a clue. Now how hot is THAT!?
Steve’s dick was starting to stiffen to where he was maybe three quarters
erect and growing faster by the minute. It had taken almost fifteen
minutes I was guessing for any response but once it got started then it
was like a snowball going downhill. Picking up momentum along the way.
Another few minutes and he would be fucking me again! Mmmmmmm, I
wondered what position he would want me in this time.
My room was so quiet as to be almost eerie. The only sounds were the
slurping of my mouth on Steve’s dick and the occasionally moan that would
escape his lips when I hit a particularly sensitive spot. I’d started to
play with myself, keeping my pussy ready for the inevitable fucking I was
about to enjoy.
Bang!
Steve’s head popped up from the pillow he’d be laying back on, his eyes
wide open.
“What the hell was that?” he asked as he stared at the source of the
sound - my bedroom door.
“Just our old house creaking,” I told him, trying to calm his fears.
“No.... someone’s out there. I swear I saw someone looking in!” he said
as he sat up in bed, “Oh crap, what if your dad caught us?”
I suppose in his panic that he might think that but really, did he REALLY
think my parents didn't know what we did when I brought him up to my
bedroom? Sure I never let him know about the open door but why would he
think he had anything to worry about so far as having sex with me? I
mean for crying out loud, they all but said, “Go fuck our daughter” when
he came over!
“My dad would never spy on us,” I assured him, trying not to show that I
was fibbing.
In a way it was true though as my dad never “spied” on us. Sure he might
peek in now and then to make sure his daughter was OK, but he wasn’t like
Sharon, standing out in the hall masturbating watching her friend was
getting it from her sexy brother.
“Well, someone was out there so it had to be him,” he said, more
accusingly this time. “I can’t believe he would watch you like that.”
My first reaction was to remind him about how his own mother had spied on
us and how THAT had turned out but it didn't seem quite appropriate under
the circumstances. It’s not like my dad would ever want to join in!
“I need to go talk to him,” Steve said in a determined tone, “Don’t
worry, I just want to know what the story is.”
Damn, everything had been going so well and now it was all threatening to
fall apart. The last thing I wanted was for him to confront my dad in
this way. I could just imagine how embarrassed my dad would be to have
my boyfriend accuse him of being some sort of Peeping Tom, and to do it
looking at his daughter at that!
I quickly got out of bed ahead of him and went to the door and flung it
open. To be honest, I was hoping like heck nobody was there and that’s
just what we saw - nothing.
“See, nobody there... nothing to worry about.”
Steve was upset and not about to buy my story. Amazingly his cock had
lost every vestige of its previous erection which told me more than
anything how bothered he was. I needed to think of something - and fast
before he accused my dad of anything.
Rather than try to dream up some elaborate hoax that would only fall
apart some time later and make everything worse in the end, I went with
the truth, or at least most of it.
“It wasn't my dad Steve... it was your sister.”
Steve twisted around so fast I thought his head would fly off.
“Sharon?”
The look on his face was total incredulity.
“No way, that’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. Good one Kelly but
you have to do better than that.”
I moved up close to him and took my favorite dick in my hand and started
to gently stroke it to try and soothe him.
“Trust me, it was her. Why do you think I took so long to brush my
teeth? We were talking about me blowing you.”
Steve still wasn't buying it. “Come on Kelly, why the hell would my own
SISTER want to watch us? That’s just sick.”
“Well, why would your own mother want to watch... and fuck you?” I came
back with a little too quickly.
“That was different,” was all he could say.
“Face it Steve... you’re HOT!” I told him, stroking his ego now as well
as his hardening cock, “Your sister is no different than any other girl,
she wants you!”
Steve started to protest but I tugged on his now almost hard dick and
added, “But your MINE and it really turned me on that she watched us.”
“Really?”
I smiled at Steve and tugged him back to my bed.
“Don’t you know how proud I am that you fuck only me?” I told him as we
started to kiss and his hands groped me, “Don’t you understand how sexy
it makes me feel that your own SISTER wants you but I’m the only one who
gets your dick?”
“Yeah but still, she IS my sister,” he whined weakly as I laid back on my
bed and gave myself to him, “I could never do this to her.”
I was so tempted to say, “But you did your mom,” but I knew that would
have ruined everything I’d done so far to mend this situation. Steve AND
his mother both refused to ever discuss what happened that day but I
don’t think I can ever forget watching them.
“So fuck me Steve... fuck me instead of you sister, make her jealous of
me,” I begged him softly.
Steve fucked me slowly and gently in missionary position for what must
have been a half an hour or more. Rather than the hot-paced fucking we’d
been doing earlier, this was slow and loving sex. God I felt so close to
him and it certainly helped that we were joined as one the entire time.
When he finally did unload in me for the second time (at least twice in
my pussy), this time he stayed in me as his dick slowly dwindled until it
was barely in me. We kissed and hugged each other, our naked bodies
pressed tightly together.
Later after he had dressed I kissed Steve and said, “PLEASE don't say
anything to Sharon. I’m going to tell her that I convinced you that
nobody had made that sound. She’s my friend and I don’t want her to feel
awkward around you.”
Steve kissed me again and smiled as he held my head in his hands and then
stroked my hair. I was still naked - I wasn't going anywhere after all so
why bother?
“Anything for you Kelly... anything for my hot sexy girlfriend.”
Yes, I WAS his hot sexy girlfriend and my boyfriend was the hottest
sexiest boy in school! Now that I knew he was SO hot that even his own
sister masturbated about having sex with him I felt all the more proud of
myself. Like how many girls can say they had sex with their boyfriend
while his sister watched?
I can’t wait until the next time Sharon and I are alone. It was
definitely interesting to masturbate for the first time with another girl
the way we had and I was curious as to where it might lead. Would Steve
ever get over his phobias enough to let her watch him fuck me? God that
would be so hot to have her sitting next to us naked and masturbating as
her brother fucks me!!!!
Chapter 10 - My Reviews
=======================
After Steve was gone I shut the door and returned back to my dad’s study.
“Wait! If you’re going to sit down then put down a towel first,” my dad
told me, ever worried about his leather furniture, “You know Kelly,
sometimes it really doesn’t hurt to wear panties.”
“Oh Dad!” I whined.
Normally my dad wasn't the one complaining about me going bottomless but
my mom was a different story. She was always on my case about that.
Just because she never went out or around the house without them didn't
mean I had to. At least I wore something on top which was better than my
Aunt Linda’s typical choice of clothes around the house - or should I say
lack of clothes. If my mom could live with her own sister running around
nude all the time then why complain when her daughter preferred to be
bottomless?
Still, he had a point so I laid out my towel on the loveseat and took a
seat with my legs curled up under me. My dad wouldn't let it go though
as he went to the kitchen and brought back a dish towel. Him and his
precious leather!
“At least wipe yourself then,” he huffed as he tossed me the towel. I
caught it and rolled my eyes as I reached down to wipe what was left of
Steve’s cum on me.
We just sat there for a bit as my dad finished some papers. Meanwhile I
enjoyed the tingling in my pussy that remained from having just been
fucked so good by Steve.
“You know Dad, Steve was asking me about you seeing me naked. It seemed
to turn him on.”
My dad raised his eyebrows.
“Steve’s only sixteen Kelly and he’s not mature enough yet to understand
that not everything is about sex. I mean, if anyone should know then you
should that all boys his age think about is sex.”
I laughed at that one. Boy was he right! It was like that was ALL Steve
ever thought about. No matter where we were or what we did, it was like
the only think he wanted was more sex. Not that I was complaining...
LOL.
Then I thought about it some more and turned back to my dad. “Still dad,
when you were watching me and Steve today did it turn you on?”
My dad again looked at me for a few moments before answering.
“Well of course it did Kelly. I mean, how could I NOT get excited seeing
two young teens having sex?”
“But I’m not just another teenager daddy, I’m your daughter.”
My dad nodded solemnly and answered, “Yes you are and I love you very
much and you know that. Still, you ARE a fourteen year-old girl and
Steve is a sixteen year-old boy. Face it, it’s not like I get the chance
to actually watch any other girls your age having sex.”
“So that turns you on? I mean watching girls my age having sex?”
There was something in my dad’s expression I couldn’t quite make out but
my dad answer before I could say anything.
“Trust me Kelly, ALL men get turned on by it even if they won’t admit it.
It’s no different than masturbation - 80% of men admit they do it and the
other 20% are liars.”
It wasn't like this was news to me. I mean, all I had to do was walk
around the city pool in a bikini and see all the fathers staring at me to
know what he said was true. It was just interesting to hear it from him.
Just then I heard something behind me and turned to see Sharon entering
the study. I thought she had already gone home and upon seeing me
sitting on the towel her eyes grew large.
“Ummmmm Kelly, I should be going,” she said, turning away from me. What
was her problem?
“Wait Sharon,” I called to her, jumping off the loveseat to follow her
downstairs. She was probably intending to go out through the basement
and then across our back lawn to get home which was shorter than
following the streets and sidewalks.
I caught up to her half-way through the basement past the family room
area. When she realized I was behind her she turned to face me.
“Soooooo? What did you think?” I asked her excitedly. God, I couldn't
hardly wait to have her tell me what it felt like to watch me fuck her
brother.
“From the way you were going at it I guess he’s pretty good, just like
all the others girls say.”
Well, THAT wasn't quite the gushing response I’d expected. As for the
other girls, why bring them up?
“I saw you watching us.”
Sharon smiled at that. “Yeah, it felt really naughty watching you with
him. You know something? I’ve never actually seen two people doing it
before, at least not in person.”
“Did you masturbate?”
Now it was Sharon’s turn to blush although I wasn't sure why. It’s not
like her little fetish was a secret to anyone who knew her.
“Yeah... was that bad of me? I mean, I was watching my brother.”
Well duh, wasn't that what she wanted in the first place? So why all the
guilt trip now?
“Wanna taste him?” I asked naughtily.
Sharon looked at me in disbelief. “Huh? What do you mean?”
I reached down between my legs and pushed a finger up into my pussy.
There wasn't much of him left in me but there was enough for a tasting.
Sharon’s eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled as she backed away.
“Ewwwww, that’s gross!”
I shrugged and put my finger in my mouth, sucking off the delicious
coating.
“God Kelly, sometimes I just don’t know about you,” Sharon said. Then
she looked down at me where my T-shirt ended.
“Like, you just sit with your father like that after a boy fucks you? I
mean with THAT coming out of you?”
“He doesn’t mind,” I said with a shrug.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. God, what’s happened to you?”
“What do you mean?”
Sharon shook her head and for a moment I thought she was about to leave
but then she answered, “It’s like ever since you started doing my brother
you’ve become... well you’ve become a slut. Everyone in school is
talking about you now. It doesn’t help my brother practically makes an
announcement every time he nails you.”
“I don’t know,” I tried to respond, “I guess I just like sex.”
“Maybe a little TOO much if you ask me.”
With that Sharon left out the basement door. I thought about what she
said about me becoming a slut and smiled. She may not have realized it
but that was the best compliment I’d had all day!
THE END