{ASST} Storage-Shed {Mr_Ed} mg/g, inc, 1st, cons

Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or 
purpose other than to entertain.  It should not be 
read by any minor, for it is not intended as an 
instructional manual in sex.  If the idea of underage 
sex bothers you, do not read any further.


Storage Shed

By:  Mr. Ed

Dad had actually agreed to allow him to do whatever he 
wanted to the unused building off to the corner of the 
main house.  It was empty, other than a few pieces of 
wood laying around, and not needed for storage as they 
had a new steel walled shed to house those things.  
Not only that, he had a few other assets, for he had a 
savings account, a paper route that was earning him 
good money each month, full access to his Dad's 
workshop with all it's tools, and this was just too 
close to heaven to be believed.

Thanks to the work he had done over the years with his 
father, he had something else as an asset he didn't 
immediately recognize, and that was some skills at 
using the tools to do work around the farm, and a full 
set of 'How-To' books for details on what he could do.  
For sixteen years old, this was a really exciting 
development.  Best of all, if it worked out according 
to his fast forming plan, it would mean his escape 
from the various sisters he had always getting in his 
way.  The nine year old Karen was bad enough, but the 
eleven year old Susan was often as not a pain in the 
wrong places.

As he examined the structure, he found it essentially 
sound, except for one supporting piece that had been 
damaged accidentally from careless handling of some 
object that used to be stored in there.  But that 
could be repaired with a new two by four and not much 
sweat.  It would be where he started, but not the only 
thing he planned to do.

"Need any help?" asked Susan from the door he had left 
open.

"Not yet," he responded.  "When I get started, I 
probably would be able to use some though."

"What are you going to do with it, Bruce?" she asked 
as she entered and approached him.

"Make a house out of it, if I can," he told her.

"But you don't have a bathroom," she commented.

"There's still the main house, and the bushes out 
back," he told her.

"Guys are lucky that way," she observed.  "Would you 
let me help you do the work?"

"Probably not, for I don't want to be obligated to let 
you come in when it is fixed up," he said.

"No obligations would be necessary," she said.  "I'd 
help just because you are my big brother!"

"Sometimes you can be nice, Sue!" he exclaimed.  
"Maybe...let's see how it goes.  Okay?"

"Fair enough," she agreed.  "I at least could be your 
errand boy to run to Dad's tool shop and get what you 
need."

"That would make you the funniest looking boy I've 
ever seen, especially with those things growing on 
your chest!"

"Hey!  You actually noticed them!  You know what I 
mean though!"

"Yea, I do, Sue!  Thanks, and when you are around, and 
want to, I'd like that."



Taking extra care, Bruce decided that the damaged stud 
could be replaced today, and he could use one of the 
lumber pieces Dad has said he could use to do the job.  
Susan got put to work that very day, running for the 
tape measure, hammer, saw and pry bar that he required 
as he asked for them.  Utilizing extra caution, Bruce 
measured the height needed three times before he 
finally made the cut, and was extra pleased when it 
fit into place so snugly.  The last inch he had to 
knock it with a hammer against a scrap piece of wood, 
thereby preventing damage to the stud, wedging it into 
place.  Then, all the other angle supports and cross 
members were repaired and attached to the new stud.

From there, Susan was put to further work, fetching a 
writing pad and then recording all the measurements 
for the room as he took them.  Total length, width and 
height, followed by more detailed measurements that 
located the windows and the one door.  From there, 
they moved up to his bedroom in the main house, and 
recorded all the measurements for each piece of 
furniture, including the bed, from which data the 
plans could be made.

Dad stopped in during that time, and looked at what 
they were planning, noticing the cooperation between 
the brother and sister that were most often 
quarreling, rather than getting along.  "So tell my 
why you haven't drawn in a bathroom for yourself?" 
asked their Dad.

"As nice as it would be, Dad, I don't think I could 
afford something that nice right now," replied Bruce.  
"Maybe, when I earn more, I could manage it."

"The big ticket items in a bathroom would be tiles, 
sink, and toilet, I believe.  I still have a working 
toilet stored away that you could use.  There might 
even be the old sink still left.  Why don't you check 
in the back store room, Susan, and see if it is still 
there for us?" he suggested.  

When she left, he said, if you are a little short for 
what you need, then I might be talked into helping 
with a few items, Bruce.  Plan it properly, using a 
shower instead of a bathtub, and see what you can do 
with it.  Show me later how you plan looks, and we 
will see about going for the materials."

"The only thing is, Dad," said Bruce, "you work so 
hard for all of us, and I don't want to put any 
additional burden on you.  If Susan finds the sink, it 
would be great, and very much appreciated, but please 
don't go spending money on me."

"Hey, what are father's for, if not being able to help 
a son in a project like this?" he responded.

"They are for the love and guidance you show us every 
day, not to dole out so much money for us!"

"After that statement, you will have your sink, even 
if Susan doesn't find one.  Draw you plans to include 
it, but try to remember that everything needing water 
should be in one area or on one wall.  Show the plan 
to me later, and before you do any more work on it.  
Okay?"

"You know that whatever you say is okay with me, Dad!  
Thanks!"



Susan did find the sink, reported to her Dad, then 
rejoined Bruce to let him know and then to continue 
the planning.  Bruce did find her distracting, 
however, as she went to the opposite side of the desk, 
and kept leaning forward, and exposing her chest as a 
result.  The first couple of times, Bruce got her to 
come around beside him, but couldn't take it after the 
third display.

"Sue!  I don't want to embarrass you, but you keep 
going on that side of the desk, and leaning forward.  
That gives me a perfect view of your breasts, and I'm 
sure you don't want that!"

"Is that why you keep calling me around, to protect me 
from you!  Anybody else, it would bother me, but you I 
don't need protection from.  Look all you want, but 
let's get on with the plan.  If you put your bathroom 
that close to the kitchen, won't it stink after you 
use the toilet?"

"Not if I put a vent up high on the wall," he argued.  
"It's a good point though," he acknowledged.

"The other thing is you don't have more than enough 
room to stand in the middle of your kitchen, and can't 
move around at all!"

"What would that matter if it is only for a slice of 
bread or some little snack?" he asked.  "I sure can't 
equip a kitchen with all that is needed, and I'm not 
crazy enough to pass up on Mom's cooking!"

"So we get to see you at the meal table, do we?"

"Every meal, unless I happen to sleep in," he 
confirmed.

In the end, when the plan was shown to their father, 
it was carefully scrutinized, and then approved as a 
job well done.  Then the list of materials he had 
prepared was examined, and a few items added from 
Dad's personal experience.

"This is a job well though out," commented his father.  
"There is one thing I believe you have totally 
overlooked, and that is your need for privacy.  
Without some drapes or blinds on the windows, you 
won't have any!"

"May I make the drapes for you, Bruce?" asked Susan.  
"I don't have the money for the material, but would 
love to make them for you."

"There goes the bank account, but you are both right, 
I do need something.  If you would be willing to, 
Susan, I'd greatly appreciate you making them for me."

"Don't worry, Bruce," she responded.  "I know you are 
a guy, and don't want any flowers or stuff like that.  
You need good masculine looking things, and will get 
something that suits you.  Okay?"

"Seems to me we will need a trip into the city 
tomorrow," observed Mom.  "We should plan on leaving 
early, get what is needed, and return home.  I'll go 
with you, Susan, just in case I can make suggestions 
to help.  It's your project though!"

"I don't know what I can do to help, Bruce," said 
Karen, "but I'll find something for you and your new 
place."

"Would you come over here please, short stuff?" asked 
Bruce, using his pet name for her.  Seconds later she 
was leaning into her big brother's arms, smiling.

"How about you don't worry about getting me anything, 
but coming to visit with that bright smile of yours, 
just to cheer me up?" he suggested.

"I'm going to try to come visit you so often you will 
probably throw me out," she declared.  "I'm really 
worried that you won't be around so much!"  Her face 
was no longer smiling, but about to break into tears.

"You are going to be seeing so much of me, that you 
will be wanting to throw me out," he told her.  "Stop 
worrying, short stuff, for I still love you and always 
will, and I'm not going anywhere far."

"Are you going to let me visit once in awhile?" she 
asked.

"Even if I have to drag you from the house, I'll have 
you over to visit, Karen.  You're still my baby 
sister, and unless Mom and Dad make a new one, you 
always will be!"

"You still planning on tickling me once in awhile?" 
she asked.

"Aren't you getting too old for that now?" he 
suggested.

"No way!" she exclaimed just before she went down on 
her knees trying to squirm away from his tickling her 
waist.  "Stop, Bruce!  Stop!  I can't take any more!"

"Then just remember you are still my short stuff, and 
still will be subject to tickling at any time, 
especially if I see a sad face on you.  Understood?"

"If I can get my kiss now, I will understand," she 
replied coming back up onto her feet.

"Yuck!" he exclaimed.  "What horrible demands you put 
on me, Karen.  Okay lets get it over with!"

The kiss was sweet, gentle and affectionate, as per 
normal, and unlike the commentary suggested.  The hug 
that went with it was of similar warmth.



Early for this family was after the chores and Bruce's 
paper route were taken care of, but by eight, they 
were on the road, and outside the stores waiting for 
them to open.  Mom, Karen and Susan headed off in a 
different direction going to get the materials for 
drapes, and the rods on which to hang them.  Bruce 
went with his Dad to get the building materials, and 
these were being loaded when the girls returned.  
There was need for a stop at one store to pick up 
something, while Bruce continued the conversation with 
his Dad about the building plans, and materials 
purchased.

"That was far more than I expected to pay, Dad, and so 
many of those things could have waited for me to earn 
more from my paper route.  I hate having you put out 
so much money for me like that."

"Consider it a father's privilege, Bruce, and that you 
have been overruled!" he declared.  "Doing the job 
right in the first place is very important, cost and 
time saving in the long run.  I happen to be proud of 
my son, and how well he has done, and it is not a 
great concern to me to put out that little bit for 
you."

"I've never been able to win any argument with you 
yet, Dad, so I know I should quit trying," declared 
Bruce.  "It just bothers me though, and at the same 
time, I appreciate it!"

"Just remember, I want to inspect your wiring before 
it has gone too far, and help with the bathroom 
installations.  The trough from the house to the shed 
we will do together, and the connections at the pot 
head for the electrical, I will do, for I don't want 
you anywhere near those live wires."

"If there is a danger there, why don't we call in an 
electrician, Dad?" suggested his mother.

"There is no danger as long as you know what you are 
doing, and do it properly.  It is no big concern, but 
I am more familiar with it than Bruce, so I don't want 
to take any chances.  He is too good a kid to loose 
now!"

"Listen to who's talking, Dad!" exclaimed Bruce.  "I 
don't want to loose you either!"

"I'm too stubborn to go so easy, son, but thanks!"

"Thank you for this and how many other times I owe 
you.  Every kid should be this lucky!"

"Hearing you say that makes me take Dad's side, Bruce.  
I'm glad he got those things for you, and don't want 
to hear any more arguing about it!"

"Yes, Mom!" replied Bruce and Dad at the same moment, 
and echoed by the two girls.

"Glad to see I have this family trained right!" she 
exclaimed with a laugh.

"But if you weren't such a good cook, darling..." 
started Dad, letting it trail off to unfinished.

Just to make the trip seem even shorter, a good song 
came on the radio, and all joined in to sing along 
with the tune.  There would be a lot of work to do, 
but they were happy and a family at this point.



Bruce had to put off the drywall work to first 
complete the plumbing and electrical wiring.  Susan 
remained at his side almost constantly, even to the 
point of him looking for her during one of her rare 
absences.  The toilet waste outlet proved to be one of 
the harder jobs, digging a hole though the concrete 
floor of the shed.  Even the trenches needed were not 
too difficult, although they were labour intensive 
during the digging, and the sweat was pouring off them 
when they were finished digging.  The really fun part 
of that was when the conduit and pipes were laid, and 
connected, filling in the trenches again became a 
satisfaction for having it over with, and the yard 
returned to it's normal appearance.

Dad insisted on contributing the time to do the 
installations of the toilet and sink the day after the 
tiles were put down on the walls and floors of what 
was to become the narrow bathroom.  When he was at 
work, Bruce was always there learning and contributing 
to the effort.  Apart from that, he enjoyed working 
with his father, and took every opportunity to do just 
that.

The electrical wiring was the next order of business, 
and with Dad's blessing followed the plan he had 
prepared.  He had to wonder if it could earn him extra 
marks when he returned to school, but spent no more 
than a few seconds thinking about that.

When Dad returned from the fields that afternoon, he 
took the time to check on Bruce, examined the work 
already done, and touched his son's fist in 
celebration of the quality work done.  

It was the next day, while Bruce was finishing the 
last few connections to the circuit breaker panel that 
he had an unexpected visitor, his shop teacher.  He 
too made an inspection of the work, found no 
criticisms to make and told Bruce that he was to 
receive extra marks for the work so well done!  Bruce, 
of course, was extremely happy with the praise, and 
having Susan witness his teacher's comments.

A few sheets of drywall had been put up for the 
bathroom a few days ago, but with the completion of 
the wiring, and having Dad make the connections to 
bring power into his place, Bruce was excited to be 
able to start on the other walls, improving his speed 
as he went along.  Susan helped, as per usual, found 
the sheets were heavy for her, but she helped move 
them without a single word of complaint.  As each 
sheet took it's place, Susan was the official drywall 
screw holder, feeding them to Bruce as required to 
complete the attachment to the studs.

Bruce did a double take when he looked to find he was 
using the last piece of drywall.  First he looked 
around for the other sheets, but when he couldn't find 
them, he looked to see how many more he was going to 
need.  As it turned out, it was the last piece and 
only piece required to complete the walls, for only 
the one gap remained.  Did he ever swell up as he 
looked at their accomplishment, knowing they had done 
well!

"You, Susan, are one remarkable girl, and I am so 
proud that you are my sister!  How am I ever going to 
be able to thank you for all the work you have done?"

"How about you put this last piece up, and then give 
me a hug and a kiss for the effort, Bruce?" she 
suggested.

"As soon as I earn enough from my paper route, I'm 
taking you out special;  maybe a movie or something 
you might like."

"You would be seen with an eleven year old girl, being 
a big man of sixteen?" she questioned.

"Excuse me for swearing, but you are bloody right I 
would!  I'd take you anywhere!" he stated.

"Shouldn't you turn that cut side into the corner, 
Bruce?" asked Susan.

"See what I mean?  My kid sister preventing me from 
making a mistake!  You're right of course, and thanks, 
Sue!"

"Every single time you call me 'Sue' it gives me goose 
bumps," declared Susan.  "Karen feels the same when 
you call her 'short stuff', and we both love you!"

"That's good to hear for I love both of you two as 
well.  Why is this sheet not going in?" he asked of 
the air.

"Because there is a piece sticking out up there that's 
in the way," she told him.

"We'll soon fix that!" he declared, setting the board 
to lean against the wall.  With his knife, and a 
little judgment the sheet was cut, and then tried 
again, fitting like a tight glove.  Then Susan was 
passing him the screws, one at a time, and it was soon 
firmly attached where it was supposed to be.

"May I come in?" called out his mother.  As she 
entered she was saying, "I just thought you guys...Wow!  
This is looking good, Bruce!  Very well done!"

"Don't forget Sue, Mom," he reminded her.  "She has 
had a big part in all of this already!"

"Oh, I know," she confirmed.  "Well done, both of you!  
Here are some sandwiches I made for you.  Karen is 
coming with the drinks in a moment.  This is nice!"

"It's finished!" exclaimed Karen when she stuck her 
head in the door.  "I hate it!"

"Why is that, short stuff?" he asked.

"Because it means you won't be sleeping in the next 
room to me very much longer!" she declared.  "I'm 
going to miss you!"

"Don't you go adding salt to our drinks by crying now, 
short stuff!" exclaimed Bruce.  "Just think you won't 
need to worry when you come out of the bathroom and 
having me catch you naked any more!"

"What's this?" asked their mother.

"Karen had bathed, forgotten her robe or clothes or 
something, and I happened to be in the hall when she 
came out, Mom.  Other than the pretty red cheeks, she 
was okay, and I got a nice look at a good looking 
girl!"

"Big mouth!" declared Karen to Bruce.

"I have a suggestion," said Mom.  "After you get 
settled in for a few days, how about having Karen come 
for a sleep over with you?"

"I'd probably come out in the morning all black and 
blue from short stuff kicking me all night long, Mom!  
You wouldn't do that to me, would you?"

"I'll check with Dad on the idea, but I'm sure he will 
approve.  I'll loan you an extra pillow so you can 
have a cushion in between, Bruce.  That should cut 
down on the bruises I think."

"I'll be in charge!" he warned Karen.

"You always are, next to Mom and Dad," she declared.

Bruce looked at her, took her up into his arms, and 
had her arms and feet go around him to hold herself up 
against his chest.  "For a short stuff kid, you are so 
damn sweet!" he declared.  "I suppose I could put up 
with you one night, if Dad approves."

"Once a week would be enough for me," offered Karen.

"Don't get carried away, short stuff, or I'll have to 
change your name to big pain!" he warned.

"I've got supper to prepare," stated Mom as she left.  
"Don't get in the way, Karen!"

"I won't Mom!" she promised.

"So would you like to get off of me now?" asked Bruce.

"No way!  I'd stay here forever!" she declared.  As 
Bruce set her down, he placed a kiss on her lips, and 
accepted her kiss in return.  "I'm hungry and thirsty-
let's eat!"

"I already had mine in the kitchen, but could I stay 
while you eat, please Bruce?" asked Karen.

"Try to get out that door, and I'll nail you to the 
wall!" he declared.

"Thanks, Bruce!  You mind, Susan?"

"Not at all," she answered.  "I don't understand why 
you think I would mind!"

"I just want a few minutes with him, and you can have 
him back afterwards," offered Karen.

"I'll talk to you later, Karen," stated Susan as she 
looked annoyed.

Following the break, taping and filling of the cracks 
became the order of the day.  It was a bit of an art 
to do the job correctly, and it took Bruce a few tries 
to get on the first strip, but then it started going 
better.  By the time Dad showed up for his afternoon 
inspection, Bruce had finished the taping, and was 
applying the second coat of the joint compound, 
leaving those spots and the screw heads the only 
visible indication of it not being a one piece 
application on each wall.  Thanks to a short 
demonstration on one corner, Bruce was able to tackle 
the other inside corners and was able to get a nice 
look for each one.  The remaining time before dinner 
was taken up with cleaning up the floor, removing the 
scrap pieces of drywall, and generally cleaning up the 
place.  Both of them had already cleaned up for dinner 
when Mom called them to the table.

Susan was not needed at the shed the next day, and 
went to work finishing the drapes she was making for 
Bruce.  For him it was hour after hour of sanding, and 
re-sanding, and even more sanding, but when he 
examined the work afterwards, he could no longer 
determine, without measuring, where the joints were in 
the drywall.  Needless to say, he was very pleased as 
he entered the kitchen.



"Get out of here!" ordered Mom the moment he stepped 
inside.

"What's wrong, Mom?" asked Bruce.  Susan and Karen 
came running, for Mom did not issue orders like that 
for nothing.  When they burst into the kitchen, both 
of them started laughing at him, causing Mom to start 
laughing as well.  Taking a hanging mirror off the 
wall, she held it up for Bruce to see.  He looked like 
an outback aboriginal, covered in white dust from his 
hair, down to his feet.  Even he had to laugh, until 
he was taken outside.

Susan was handed the hose, and it was turned on him, 
once he had stripped down to his briefs.  With no 
mercy, and in front of his Mom, and two sisters, Bruce 
was hosed off, head to toe, with no mercy being shown 
to the effect of his briefs being soaked, and showing 
far more than they should.  They were having too good 
a time laughing at their brother, and son.  Mom was 
the one to offer him a towel, and recover a little of 
his pride, once the water was turned off.

It was too much for Bruce to let it slide, and when he 
had the opportunity, he turned the hose on his two 
fully dressed sisters.  It was his turn to laugh, 
joined by his Mom who found herself exempt from the 
hose down he gave them.  The best effect was upon 
Susan, for her blouse was stuck to her skin, and 
provided an excellent view of her breasts, especially 
the nipples that stood out prominently.

Bruce made it to the bathroom first, locking the girls 
out while he bathed himself.  His only concession was 
to toss out two towels into the hall for them, and 
ignored their calls otherwise.  By the time they met 
at the table, Dad had already heard, and the entire 
family joined in the laughter over the event.



Painting was the order of the day, following the 
chores and paper route.  Susan got into an old pair of 
jeans and an old blouse, far too tight on her, and 
contributed to the effort.  It was a primer that Dad 
had insisted on buying, but it did help to make the 
place look nice.  Even with clean up after it was 
done, there was still time to wait before lunch.

Immediately after eating, the two workers went back to 
work, and this time the room took on a brand new look, 
giving everything a blue gray look, thanks to the 
color Bruce had selected.  Finally, since there was 
still time to spare, Bruce undertook the painting of 
the windows and the door, and all the trim around the 
floor.  It was a darker blue gray, but worked very 
well with the overall look.  When they took the time 
to admire the look, Susan leapt into his arms, wrapped 
herself around him, both his neck and waist, and 
planted a kiss firmly on his lips.

"It looks fabulous, Bruce," she said.  "You should be 
very proud of your work!"

"You want me to drop you straight onto your ass?" he 
asked.  "We should be proud of the work we did, not 
just me!"

"I don't want any credit, for I worked under your 
direction," she said seriously.  "All I'd like is to 
be allowed to spend a little time with you in it, once 
you move over.  If I could, I'd get to spend a night 
with you, just as Karen is going to.  God, that made 
me so jealous!"

"I think you are a little too old for spending a night 
with me, Sue," he mentioned.

"I don't care, cause, if I had a chance, I would in an 
instant!" she declared.

"For your sake, don't suggest it to Mom or Dad," he 
said.  "Look at how your titties have developed!"

"They don't matter for I'd show you all of me anytime 
you wanted," she offered.  "I just want to be extra 
close to you, for you are the greatest guy around!"

"Sue, I love you, but you are giving me a hard on, 
talking like that!  Now I can't go up to the house, 
for Mom would see it's hard."

"Sorry, Bruce, but I don't care about that!  Put me 
down and I'll show you how much I care!"

"Now what are you suggesting?" he asked as she slipped 
back to the floor.

"Just this," she said as she pressed her front against 
it.  "This is how you can repay me for the work," she 
said.  "Hold me close, and kiss me again!"

"You're being bad, Susan!" he exclaimed.

"So spank me, if you want," she declared as she kissed 
him passionately.  "You're strong enough," she added 
at the end of the kiss.

"Behave yourself, or I just might, right before I 
reported you to Mom and Dad!" he declared.

"So you want to shower down here, or up at the house?" 
she asked.

"The tile grout needs a couple of more days to dry, so 
I have to use the main house," he responded as he set 
her down.  Tomorrow, I move some of my things down 
here."

"Let me help, please, Bruce?" she asked.  "I'll be 
good, I promise!"

"I'd love your help, Sue," he assured her.  "I like 
having you around during all this work!"

"It's been the best time of my life, Bruce," she 
declared.  "I just wish I could tell you how much fun 
it's been.  Thanks for letting me."

"I almost wish the work wasn't finished," he admitted.

"It's not done, Bruce!" she declared.  "Aren't you 
forgetting something?" she asked.

"What else is there except to move the furniture?" he 
asked.

"How about the ceiling?" she asked.  "Aren't you going 
to put it up?"

"I'll be damned!" he exclaimed looking up.  "I forgot 
all about it!"

"How long would it take?" she asked.

"I've no idea!" he exclaimed.  "How stupid could I 
be?"

"Not even a little stupid, my big brother, just 
distracted by other things.  Do you know how to put it 
up?" she asked.

"No, but I got an instruction sheet from the hardware 
store," he reported.

Susan followed her brother to the steel storage shed, 
and watched while he located the sheet.  Returning to 
his new quarters, he began to read.

"This is not going to be so bad," he said after a 
couple of minutes.  "Partly it is held up by the beams 
and drywall at the top.  The centre is held by wires 
from the roof.  I wonder if we got the hooks to attach 
it up there?" he asked aloud.

"I saw a couple of packages of rings with screws 
sticking out one side," she commented.

"Those are what we need.  Those and a taller ladder!"

"Dad must have one that would work," she suggested.

"True enough," he agreed.  "So, I guess I don't move 
things tomorrow, but at least I can have you hanging 
around and extra day."

"Even after I was bad?" she asked.

"We all make mistakes, Sue," he assured her.  "Forget 
it!"

"See why I love you so much?" she countered.  "I'm 
glad for the extra day too!"

"Want to help me carry the things here for the 
morning?" he asked.

"You bet I do," she confirmed as they headed back to 
start the job.

An hour later, everything was moved to his new 
structure, including Dad's medium sized ladder.  In 
the morning, the final work could begin, so arm in arm 
they headed in to get dinner, even before Karen showed 
up to call them.



The evening was expected to be a relaxing one, but 
turned out far different than expected.  Bruce took 
the first opportunity to get Dad alone, for he felt 
the need to talk with him, worrying about it at the 
same time.

"Something happened today, Dad, and while I don't 
really want to mention it, I feel I must, and will 
trust you to do what is right.  Susan did something 
today, that...well it just wasn't right, nor did I feel 
right about how I felt about it."

"Try telling me, Son," suggested his Dad.  "Don't 
dance around it!"

"Susan offered to sleep with me, and to let me see her 
naked, Dad," he reported.

"And what did you do about it?" he asked.

"I discouraged her, Dad," he responded.  "She felt 
guilty enough to suggest I spank her for it."

"Excuse me, gentlemen," called Mom from the room door, 
"but Susan has just reported something I think needs 
to be shared."  Susan was immediately behind her 
mother, and looking rather sheepish.

"Well I'll be damned!" exclaimed Dad.  "Bruce was just 
reporting the same thing to me!"

"I guess we did something right with them, Dad," 
suggested their mother, now smiling.

"Sit down, kids," he ordered.  "We need to have a 
little talk it seems."

"Daddy, I'm really sorry, but Bruce is just so damn 
nice to be near, I couldn't help it!" declared Susan, 
breaking into tears.

"And how did you feel about it, Bruce?" asked his 
father.

"To be honest, Dad, it got me excited...you know...turned 
on!" he admitted.

"It's definitely time, Daddy," commented their Mom, 
moving to sit on their Dad's lap.

"I believe you are ready to hang your ceiling tiles 
tomorrow," suggested Dad, getting a nod from Bruce in 
response.  "When you do, you will find you are short a 
few tiles from your order.  I had the order changed 
when you didn't hear."

"I don't get it, Dad," declared Bruce.  "We were 
talking about Susan and my reaction to her, and now we 
are talking about the ceiling tiles?"

"Don't you know yet when your Dad is taking the direct 
root to a problem?" asked their mother.  "Why don't 
you just listen to Dad?"

"Sorry, Sir, but you have got my head spinning!" 
declared Bruce.

"When you strand the supports over where your bed is 
going to be, I want you to double strand them, for 
they will need to carry extra weight."

"Yes, sir," he agreed, still puzzled beyond belief.  
It took all his will power to not ask again what was 
going on.

"I have put away, six pieces of mirrored glass to 
replace the missing tiles, and they will be going over 
your bed.  It will give you a better chance of 
enjoying the person you are with."

"You see, son," interjected their mother, "we know 
Susan is now old enough to be ready to explore her 
development, and she had chosen you to do that with.  
Dad and I realized it was going to happen soon, and 
helped you prepare for it.  You are going to sleep 
with Susan, just as she wanted."

"This can't be for real!" declared Bruce getting up 
and walking around the room.  "What is this all 
about?"

"Mom and I are not husband and wife, we are sister and 
brother to each other!" declared Dad.

Bruce had no idea of how he remained standing, for the 
blow had struck like a thunder bolt.  His mind raced 
faster than he could ever remember, although he had no 
time to consider that.  Glancing over at Susan became 
his saving grace, for she was having as much trouble 
with the idea as he was.  Everybody remained silent 
for the long minutes it took to work the thoughts into 
his mind, glancing back and forth from Susan to his 
parents.

"This is hard to believe, but it makes sense," stated 
Susan finally.  "It explains a lot of things!"

"Explain to me then, Sue," he demanded, "for I can't 
make any sense of it!"

"Have you never noticed how Mom and Dad look so much 
alike, and so do we for that matter.  They have been 
the greatest parents any family could have, and we 
have got to be the luckiest kids ever!"

"I must be stupid, but could you spell it out for me, 
please, Dad?" begged Bruce.

"Mom and I grew up as kids together, and found each 
other sexually appealing when we came of age to be 
interested.  We became lovers, and have had a 
wonderful life together.  Now it is your turn, and you 
have not one, but two sisters to share in your love, 
Bruce.  We didn't expect Karen, but she is a wonderful 
addition we are very pleased with.  You may sleep with 
Susan, and when it is time, you will sleep with Karen 
as well.  She is as old as Mom was the first time we 
did it together."

"You're telling us we can have sex together?" asked 
Susan in disbelief.

"Wouldn't you like that?" asked her mother.

"More than anything," she confirmed.  "It's just so 
hard to believe.  I was expecting to get shit, and now 
I am going to do what I wanted in the first place.  
Dreams really can come true!"

"You want to sleep with me, Susan?" asked Bruce.

"For a long time now," she confirmed.

"How do you feel about the idea, Bruce?" asked his 
Dad.

"I want to, alright, but to hear that I can, it's 
enough to burst my skull!" he declared.

"We were going to let it happen naturally, but since 
it has come up like this, we had to tell you tonight, 
Bruce," explained his mother.  "We do want you to be 
gentle, like your Dad was with me, when you take 
Susan's virginity, but we know you would be gentle 
anyway."

"May I be excused, please?" requested Bruce.  "I need 
to get something to eat while I think about all this!"

"Now there's a great idea," said his father.  "You 
want privacy, or may we join you?" he asked.

"I've always liked having you guys around, and sure 
would like the company now, if you wouldn't mind," he 
responded.  "Are you coming, Sue?"

"Calling me that, and asking me to do something?  You 
bet I'm coming," she declared.  "I've never been so 
scared and happy at the same time!"

"Strange enough, that's exactly how I feel," admitted 
Bruce.  "I'm tempted to get Karen out of her bed 
though."

"Leave her sleeping, son," instructed Dad.  "You've 
got your hands full with Susan anyway."

They drifted down the stairs to the kitchen, and it 
was Mom that got out the ice cream.  Placing the 
bucket, minus the lid, in the centre of the table, she 
handed everybody a spoon and each began to dig in for 
themselves.

"Even doing this is strange," observed Bruce.  "I 
can't stop shaking!"

"You could do it tonight if you want, Bruce," offered 
Susan, "but I have a feeling we should wait until your 
place is built, and do it over there tomorrow night."

Sitting back, Bruce looked at Susan, and then said, 
"Do you always have to think the same things I'm 
thinking?"

"I guess it's kind of natural for us, isn't it?" she 
replied.

Not much of the bucket was left for Karen, but what 
there was got returned to the freezer, and everyone 
retired to bed.  Mom and Dad had sex, they knew, but 
they lay in bed considering it for a long time before 
sleep overtook them.



When Bruce awoke the next morning, it was still in a 
state of shock.  He still had his normal morning 
erection, and realized that tomorrow morning, he would 
be able to satisfy it in his sister, a thought he now 
had come to accept.  They were going to become lovers, 
and today would be their first time.

Dressing was like in a dream, every detail seemingly 
lasting forever, his mind was racing so fast.  Instead 
of going downstairs as per normal, however, he turned 
to Susan's room door and knocked.  When she answered, 
he entered to find her sitting on the side of her bed, 
fully dressed.

"Were we dreaming the same dream?" he asked.

"I think we were, my new lover," she replied.

"You really want to do it with me?" he asked.

"More than you could ever know, Bruce," she confirmed.  
"I can't begin to tell you!"

"Well, Sue, you have been my fantasy for awhile now, 
so I guess I want you as much as you want me, or maybe 
even more."

"Want to kiss me now?" she asked.

"No way!" he exclaimed.  "I want to save it for later, 
Sue.  Would you mind?  A kiss and I'd take you right 
now!"

"That's what I was hoping, even though I'm a little 
scared," she admitted.

"Ready for breakfast?" he asked, taking her by her 
hand.

"Lead on, for I will follow anywhere you go!" she 
declared.



When Karen had finished her usual breakfast, Mom 
placed the bucket of ice cream in front of her to her 
absolute astonishment.  Bruce and Susan exchanged 
smiles, got up and left for the pending work.

The chores and paper route were the first order of the 
day, and quickly dispensed with, everyone working 
together as a team, other than for Bruce's solo of his 
delivery route.  By the time he returned to the 
storage shed, turned home, Dad had already put up most 
of the overhead wires, ready to support the ceiling 
frame.  By lunch, the entire support strips 
crisscrossed the interior of the structure.  An hour 
after lunch, all the ceiling tiles were in, along with 
six pieces of mirror suspended above where the bed was 
to be.

The remainder of the afternoon was spent in moving 
furniture, and the thousand other things a sixteen 
year old boy had managed to accumulate.  Even Karen 
and Mom participated in the combined effort, leaving 
his old room empty when they were done.  That's when 
Karen raced out of the house, and disappeared.

"Is she upset?" asked Bruce.

"No, son, she will be right back," assured Mom.

Two minutes later, Karen returned, a long roll of some 
kind under her arm.  "This is a gift for you, Bruce," 
she said.  "It's a house warming gift, and Mom only 
helped a little bit with the cost."

"What on earth could it be?" asked Bruce out of true 
puzzlement.

"Please take it fast, Bruce," requested Karen.  "It's 
really heavy!"

With two quick steps, he was relieving her of the 
weight, and was astonished at just how much it did 
weigh.  Tearing the wrapping paper off, he discovered 
a rug inside.  As it unrolled, two other smaller mats 
appeared, having been rolled up inside the bigger one.

"The big one is for the centre, and the little ones 
for beside your bed," she said.  "Do you like them?"  
Bruce did not answer her, but stepped over the rugs, 
picked her up and embraced her to his chest.  The kiss 
he placed on her lips was more like he would have 
kissed Susan, and she was very willing to accept it 
from him.  "I guess you do, eh?" she asked.

"No, short stuff, I love them, for they are from you!" 
he declared.  Her smile was threatening to crack her 
eardrums for it was so big.  "They are beautiful as 
well!"

"So I guess you don't have forever to hold me like 
this, do you, Bruce?" she asked.

"Not today, but try again tomorrow," he suggested.

"You've got it but could I have another kiss like that 
today?" she asked.

"Settle for a kiss and a bum rub?" he asked.

Karen glanced over to Mom and Dad upon hearing that, 
but took a chance of saying "Oh, yea!" at the same 
time.  When Bruce's hand went under her skirt, and 
inside her panties, she was wide eyed, and smiling.  
Then, she closed her eyes, felt his hand on her butt, 
and accepted the other kiss from him.

Once Karen was returned to her feet, the two small 
rugs were put in place beside the bed, and then the 
larger one adjusted to be properly centered.  Then 
Karen could contain her curiosity no longer, and ran 
over to her mother.  "You don't mind Bruce touching my 
bum like that, Mom?"

"As long as you don't mind, Bruce can touch you 
wherever he wants, darling," she responded.

"Ice cream for breakfast, and a butt rub from my 
brother, mirrors in the ceiling over his bed, and is 
there any more weird stuff to happen today?"

"Afraid so, darling," reported their Dad.  "You are 
not to come down here again for the rest of today, or 
tomorrow."

"And Susan will not be home tonight," added her 
mother, "for she is going to be sleeping down here 
with Bruce, just like you will in a few days."

"Susan is finally going to get what she's wanted for 
so long?" she asked.  "Way to go, Susan, and I'm never 
going to speak to you again, for as long as I live!"

"Even when you are going to sleep down here with them 
some nights?" asked her mother.

"Oh, Mom, you know I could never stop talking to 
Susan," she declared.  "She's my big sister!"

"That's it!" declared Bruce.  Karen was suddenly 
picked up, carried to the bed, and given a good tickle 
for several minutes before she called for it to end.  
Her clothes were all askew when he finished, and she 
didn't care at all what was showing.

"Okay, everybody up to the house," ordered Mom.  "We 
all need to eat if we have things to do!"



The main meal of the day was comprised of leftovers, 
but it seemed to take forever to prepare, even with 
all three girls working together in the kitchen.  
Eating the food didn't drag as badly, but still took 
awhile for the soon to be new couple.  Then finally, 
early good nights were said, and the two returned to 
the new house out beside the main house. They were 
holding hands as they headed over the short distance 
across the yard.

Susan had taken a few minutes to change into some 
fresh clothes, and now was wearing a loose fitting top 
that left her shoulders and midriff bare, and a short 
little skirt that left her legs hanging out below.  
Bruce did a nice double take when he first saw her 
dressed like that, and Susan was delighted with his 
response.  It was obvious to Bruce that she was 
nervous about what was planned to happen.

Inside the new house, Susan was taken up in his arms, 
held tightly to his front and kissed passionately, 
making her begin to feel the stimulation to relieve 
the stress she felt.  "I'm finally going to get to try 
out how it feels to lay on my bed here in my new 
house, Susan," he told her as he slipped out of his 
shoes.  As soon as he set his shoes aside neatly, he 
did a roll into bed, almost reaching the other side, 
and stretched out on his back.

"We finally got everything perfect in here, Sue," he 
exclaimed.  "This is wonderful, and I owe you so much 
for all your work and effort, the drapes and just 
being such a great sister.  You are special, and I do 
love you."

"It's been a lot of fun, Bruce, and I've enjoyed every 
minute of it!" she responded as she approached the 
bed.  "May I lay down beside you?"

"Stupid question, Sue," he told her.  "Maybe I will 
still need the alarm clock to wake myself up for the 
morning papers."

"Here's the clock," said Sue, passing it over to him 
as she stretched out on her belly.  He fixed it, and 
passed it back to her to return to the side table.  
When it was in place, she slid over a little bit 
closer to him.

"Guess I'm being kind of stupid being scared about 
this when I've prayed for it to happen for so long, 
aren't I?" she asked.

"The last thing you are is stupid, Sue," he assured 
her, drawing her still closer to him.  "I understand 
you are nervous, and that everything will be alright.  
I'm not going to force you into anything."

"Still being my protecting big brother, aren't you, 
Bruce?" she observed as a question.

"No, I don't think you can say that right now," 
replied Bruce.  "If I was protecting you, I would be 
covering your panty butt!"

"You aren't even looking at me down there, so why 
would you cover it?" she asked surprised.

"Who says I'm not looking at it?" he countered, 
directing her to look up.

"You sneak!" she declared.  "I forgot about the 
mirrors!"

"Want me to cover it?" he asked.

"Uncover it is more likely," she suggested turning 
back to rest her face on his shoulder.  She was aware 
as her skirt was pulled up to her waist.

"Remember when I had to hose the dust off you, Bruce?" 
she asked.  "Man did your thing ever stand out nice 
inside your briefs!  Your butt too!"

"I'm glad the water was cold so it didn't get too 
hard," he commented.

"It still stuck out pretty nice, and both Mom and 
Karen noticed," she admitted.  "Both of them said how 
big and nice it looked!"

"I knew Karen was looking, but Mom too?" he exclaimed 
as a question.  "How embarrassing!"

"If you heard what they said, you wouldn't be 
embarrassed, but proud!" she reported.  "How is it 
now?" she asked.

"As hard as it gets!" he stated.  "It's right beside 
you to find out for yourself."

"You wouldn't mind if I touched it?" she asked 
timidly.

"Not at all Sue," he assured her.  "I can't resist 
trying out that sweet bum of yours any longer."

"Every time you have held me there, it has always felt 
good, so please try it out!" she exclaimed quietly, 
reaching out to touch his hardened penis still inside 
his pants.  "Man it sure is hard and tall!"

As she lay half against him, she explored the hardness 
of his erection, while she felt his hand slip inside 
her panties and over her bare butt.  It was a couple 
of moments before he pushed her panties down to better 
access her, and she continued to enjoy the sensation 
coming from his gentle caresses.  "This is nice, 
Bruce," she said.  "You are going to see all of me, 
aren't you?"

"Every tiny little sweet curve of your entire body, 
Sue," he admitted.  "Your being only eleven actually 
is part of what is turning me on."

"You like me being only eleven?" she asked.

"I love you as you are, and being so young is a bonus 
for me," he explained.  "Look at how your bum curves 
so sweetly.  Man it is pretty!"

"I keep forgetting you have the mirrors up there," she 
said.  "So you are seeing my bum right now!"

"Your pretty little bare bum is right there in front 
of me, and I'm staring at it!" he declared.  Sue had 
to take a look over her shoulder to see how much he 
could see, and found out it was completely exposed.  
"Scare you?" he asked.

"No," she said quietly.  "I like that you can see it!  
I'm getting to feel really excited now!  May I take 
out your thing?"

"I'd like it if you did, Sue," he told her.  "It has 
been pressed against your belly already, and that felt 
so good, but made me feel so guilty at the time."

"They really pulled one on us, didn't they," she said, 
getting into the memory of the evening before.

"Shocked the hell out of me," he said.  "I almost 
embarrassed myself and shit my drawers!"  He was 
effectively shut up by Susan pulling up over him, and 
placing a long passionate kiss on his lips.

"Let's get our clothes off," she suggested.  Bruce 
didn't need any further encouragement, and they both 
got up on opposite sides of the bed, stripped naked, 
and came back together on the bed as before.

"Now this is sexy!" he declared.

"Do you really like my breasts, since they are so 
small yet?" asked Susan.

"Yes, Sue," he assured her.  "They are a perfect size, 
and I love seeing them, and those growing nipples of 
yours."

"Not just because I'm your sister?" she questioned 
further.

"For pure sex with a special girl that I love with all 
my heart!" he exclaimed.  "They are perfect, and one 
other thing I especially like for some reason.  I love 
that you don't have any hairs down below yet."

"Then when they start growing, I'll pull them out for 
you," she offered.

"Don't you dare," he exclaimed.  "Let me watch you 
grow up naturally, and enjoy every second of it 
happening."

"Okay, boss," she consented.  "You can have it your 
way, and I can shave if you ever want me to!"

"How would you like to watch me play with your naked 
body, and turn over for me?" he asked.

That was the hesitation she felt, but knew now was the 
time, and rolled over onto her back.  There she was 
laying on the bed beside him, his penis hard, and she 
was totally naked for him to see.  The concern was 
gone the moment he pushed back up one breast and began 
putting it in his mouth, for the sensation it gave her 
had her instantly hot and willing.  Looking down, she 
could see it going into his mouth, while looking up, 
she could see her other breast having gone flat into 
her chest.  Her legs opened, and she could see the 
slot going down all the way to become the slot of her 
bum.

"Oh, Bruce, what are you doing?" she asked.  "It feels 
so nice!"

"I'm licking your nipple with my tongue Sue," he said 
when he paused to answer her.  Returning to her breast 
back in his mouth, he continued to lick the nipple, 
making it hard, and bringing her to a climax.

Susan did not remember pulling her feet up to open her 
legs further, but there were her knees up in the air, 
and her clit was showing in the image above.  When 
Bruce came off her breast suddenly, he spun around and 
her view of herself was covered as his head went 
between her legs, and his first kiss landed on her 
vulva.

"Oh, Bruce!" she exclaimed.  "Don't stop doing that...it 
feels so good!  Ravage me!  Do what you want for it is 
all yours now!"

He didn't stop and she felt his lips as his mouth 
opened to cover over her entire vulva, top to bottom, 
and his tongue went down the middle, touching her 
exposed clit.  She could not help but to groan at the 
effect it had upon her, and yielded herself 
completely, for it wasn't hers any more...it was his to 
do as he wanted to it, and she would take whatever he 
did.  That was when she found out it could be even 
better, for his tongue went down over her clit again, 
and this time pressed up inside her vagina.

After licking inside her hole, he paused to say, "You 
taste so sweet, Sue!" before he returned his tongue 
inside her.  She was lost, and could not stop herself 
from the climax that ensued, giving him even more to 
lick up and taste.  

Now, he had her legs pinned by his arms, and she was 
fully exposed to him, front and back.  She had caught 
a glimpse of it as he had spoken to her, and knew 
everything could be seen, and was glad to have it like 
that.  When his finger went inside her, and she was 
able to see herself being felt up, bring a new climax 
yet again, even as the last one had been subsiding.

"I want my penis inside you, Sue," he whispered to 
her.

"Hurry please, Bruce," she begged.  "I want it there 
too!"

Getting into position over her, he watched her face 
carefully as he found the target and slipped it inside 
just a little, and listened to her moaning as it 
entered.  Going deeper, he liked the feeling of her 
being wrapped around the end of his cock, and knew she 
wanted it from the continued moaning as it penetrated.  
Only the pressure below on the end of his cock, and 
the squeezed up eyebrows told him she had felt any 
hurt, but then her eyes went wide open again as he 
pressed in until it was fully up into her.

"Are you okay, Sue?" he asked.

"Yes!" she declared.  "Oh, Bruce, take me and make me 
yours forever!"

"It feels so nice having it in there, wrapped all 
around my cock.  I'm raping you and love it!" he 
declared.

"Then rape me good and hard, Bruce," she ordered.  "I 
think this is making love, but you can think it is 
rape if you want!  Just do it to me!"

Instinct took over and Bruce began to pummel her open 
hole, and knew he was deep into her body, listening to 
her repeated groans with each penetration.  Each time 
he got in to the fullest, his body slapped against 
hers, making an even more erotic sensation to add to 
everything else.

"This is the best time of my life, and I'll remember 
this for as long as I live, Sue!" he exclaimed.

"For me too, Bruce!" she responded.  "God, I love you 
so much!"

"Maybe we'll end up like Mom and Dad," he suggested.  
"They still get to do it anytime they want!"

"That's making me come, Bruce," she declared as the 
climax spread throughout her body.  "I hope we do, for 
you can do this to me every day for the rest of my 
life!" she declared.

"You're not finished with this one tonight, you know, 
Sue!" he told her.  "I'm not going to sleep until I've 
been inside you again, after I fill up your sex hole 
with my juices."

"All night would be okay with me!" she declared a 
little loud.  "Give it to me, Bruce!  I'm still 
coming!"

"So am I," he told her as his weight fell upon her 
body.  He had lost all muscle control and was letting 
loose inside her sweet hole, and now his groaning was 
added to hers.

"You've made me a woman!" declared Susan a short time 
later as he lifted his weight off her.

"I'm sorry about falling on top of you, Sue," he 
offered.

"I'm not, Bruce," she countered.  "It was wonderful 
and you can pin me like that thousands of times.  You 
are so damn sexy, and I love you claiming me that 
way!"

"We really did it, didn't we," he said as he smiled at 
her.  "You are so good, Sue!"

"I'm glad you feel that way, for I think you are the 
greatest ever!" she declared smiling back.  "I'm going 
to learn to suck your cock, get fucked up my ass, and 
anything else you might want to try with me!"

"A little bit better than the chance of me spanking 
your sweet bum the other day," he offered.

"You can spank my bum too, if you want!" she 
responded.  "I'd do anything for you!  Anything!"

"I can't even imagine you pissing me off like I used 
to feel about you sometimes, but maybe, one day, I 
just might!" he declared.

"The only problem I have is that I'm going to have to 
share you with Karen," she commented.  "Will you let 
me be there when you take her?"

"How can I take her?" he asked.  "Her little body 
under me?  I'd smother her if I fell on her like I 
fell on you."

"Then take her standing up," she countered.  "You know 
how she likes to wrap her legs around you.  She'd be 
perfect to take that way.  I hope she looses her 
virginity as easily as it was for me."

"Did it hurt much?" he asked as he stroked her head 
with his hand.

"It was nothing compared to how your hand makes me 
feel Bruce," she said without a hint of being shy.  "I 
guess it was like when you get a little cut on your 
finger, and stung a little."

"I used to worry about you doing it with some guy for 
the first time, and here it was, being me to get into 
you.  It is so hard to believe, but it really 
happened!"

"And will again and again for years and years!" she 
declared.

"Still again tonight!" he reminded her.

"Just don't wait too long, for I feel empty down 
there, like a part of me is missing.  It filled me up 
like it was supposed to be a part of me!  Do I ever 
love your nice big cock!"

"We have to be careful to talk like this only when we 
are alone," he cautioned.

"But when we are alone, anything goes!" she declared.

"How do you want it the next time?" he asked.  "What 
position?"

"Could I bend over and stick it up in the air for you 
to come in from behind?  I'd like to feel your belly 
against my bare ass," she explained.

"Then get on your knees, for I'm ready!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, yes!" she responded as she got up and into 
position.  "Shove it up into my cunt nice and hard for 
me!"

"Spread you legs a little more, first, Sue," he 
instructed.  "Here you are, Sue," he said as he shoved 
hard and landed deep.  You're getting fucked again!"

"It's wonderful!" she declared.  "Spank me with your 
belly!"

"Can't hit any harder, Sue," he told her.  "Damn, you 
sweet asshole is so good to see, spread so far open 
like it is!"

"That's yours too," she declared.  "Want to goose me 
up there with your finger?  I do it to myself all the 
time!"

As his finger pressed in, he paused to concentrate, 
and then found he was up both of her exposed holes.  
Feeling around inside of her rectum, he pumped his 
cock into her, enjoying the sight of her being 
penetrated for his pleasure as well as hers.  He had 
to pull his finger out, and grab her suspended breasts 
instead, holding them to help him keep his balance.  
When he collapsed on top of her in his climax, she was 
ready and climaxed at the same time, again being 
pinned against the bed, her arms and legs spread 
towards the four corners of the world.

"How are you going to do your papers in the morning?" 
she asked.  "I want you to fuck me again!"

"I don't know, but I'll manage...I want to do you again 
too!"

"I hate this part," she commented.  "It is getting 
small and will drop out soon!"

"Sorry, kid, I can't help that, but remember, there 
will be another time soon!"  Thinking for a few 
seconds he added.  "I want to watch you walking around 
naked in front of me, Sue," he told her.

"Help me get off my back and I'd be happy to, for the 
price of one kiss!" she declared.  She got hauled up, 
and firmly kissed several times before she was 
wandering back and forth before him.  "You like 
looking at my naked?" she asked.

"More than you can imagine," he told her.  "Man, you 
are really beautiful!"

"A little sexy too?" she asked.

"Very sexy!" he declared.  "Not just a little, but a 
whole lot!  What a sweet, perfect body you have to 
live in!"

"You don't seem to know how sexy you are, Bruce," she 
told him as she came to stand in front of him, her 
legs spread apart.  "All the girls as school think you 
are the greatest guy in school.  There are so many 
that would have given it up to you, you know, Bruce."

"What would I want them for, when I have you and Karen 
someday?" he asked.

"Sometimes I used to fantasize about you doing it to 
them with me watching.  It used to make me so hot, and 
gave me some good climaxes!"

"If I was in a room full of naked girls, I'd still 
pick you, Sue," he assured her.

"But you would take one if I asked you, wouldn't you?" 
she questioned.

"Let me do it with Karen while you watch first, and 
then I might be able to answer that," he said.

"You know what I'd like?" she asked.  Not waiting for 
an answer, she said, "I'd like you to fuck me in front 
of Karen before you take her."

"Strange enough, that sounds like a good idea, for she 
could see how much you enjoy it, and make her less 
scared," he stated.  "It's still hard to imagine 
seducing and fucking her though," he added.

"That's because your protective big brother side is 
coming out," she stated.

"Want to hear something else I think will happen one 
day?" he asked.

"Sure!" she said.  "Tell me what you think!"

"I think Mom and Dad will want to watch us one day 
too!" he told her.  "I just get that feeling."

Susan put her head back, thought about what he had 
said for a few moments, and then said, "Okay with me I 
guess.  How about you?"

"I'd do anything they wanted, Sue," he told her.  
"They are the best parents ever!"

"What would you do if Dad wanted to fuck me?" she 
asked.

"He wouldn't force you, I know, so I guess, if you 
wanted him, I'd watch, and probably feel a little 
jealous while he is in you," he responded.  "How would 
you feel?"

"Since he loves Mom so much, I couldn't be his number 
one, like I am for you, so I'd accept it, and let you 
claim me back when he is finished.  What if Mom wanted 
you?"

"Not while Dad is doing you, for I'd want to watch," 
he said.  "Would it bother you, for I'd do anything 
they wanted!"

"Mom's a really good looking woman, and I'd be afraid 
of loosing your interest.  My titties are so small, 
and I don't want to loose you!"

"Listen to me stupid!" he exclaimed.  "Your breasts 
are part of what I love about you, and are not too 
small for me!  Would you please stop worrying, and let 
me watch them grow up, day after day?"

"You bugger!" she said, bending over.  "You just made 
me come, and weren't even touching me!  Man, do I love 
you, Bruce!"

"Don't you ever hide your coming from me, for it is so 
great to see you when you climax!  I'm going to be 
fucking you again, and might have to forget my papers 
tomorrow!"

"Trust me, I'm open and ready when you are, Bruce!  
Just shove it in me!"

"Let me take a look in there, then," he requested.  
Seconds later, she was on her back, her legs high in 
the air, showing him inside her crotch.

"Do you know how far up I can see?" he said as he 
looked all about from different angles.

"I can see it in your mirrors," she told him.  "I can 
see inside myself at the same time, and for the first 
time!  It's so pink in there!"

"And inviting," he declared.  "Sit on your heels at 
the edge of the bed, and let me get into it again!"

Susan got into position according to instructions, 
watched as his penis came up to and penetrated her, 
and then wrapped her body about his to accept the 
fucking, being held up in his arms against her.  "This 
is how you should do Karen the first time, Bruce.  
Fuck her like you are fucking me now!"

"Did you have to say that?" he asked.  "Now I'm coming 
already," he told her.

"So I see, and I didn't get to come again!  You like 
the idea of doing Karen, don't you, Bruce?"

"That small little body, it just turns me on like 
yours does," he admitted.  "Are you upset that I'd 
want to do her?"

"Like you said, I'll probably be a little jealous 
while you are doing her, but I can live with it.  I 
love her too, and would like to watch her get it from 
you."

"Tomorrow, if Mom and Dad will let us," he stated.  
"Maybe they will see us doing it at that time."

"You just make sure you make me come before you come, 
my dear big mean brother!  God, I love giving it to 
you!"

"Keep the giving coming!" he declared.  "I love it 
too, Sue!  I love you and fucking you, both!"

"If we keep doing this, you will be dead for your 
papers tomorrow, Bruce," she warned.  "We've got to 
get some sleep sometime!"

"How about after you suck my cock for me?" he 
suggested.

"Don't you wash it then, for I want to taste my juices 
on it, just like you tasted them!"

"There's something more I want you to do for me, Sue," 
he stated.  "I want to watch you pee and shit come out 
when you have to go.  Would you let me see that so we 
don't have any secrets?"

"Do you know how many times I peed with the door open 
so you would catch me doing it?" she asked.  "I told 
you, anything you want, but I want you to pee for me 
to see too!"

"Then you won't have long to wait for I have to go 
soon," he observed.

"Since I do, we can do it together; the very best 
way!"

"Let's go then," he said.  "I'm going to burst real 
soon!"  Moments later, their urine was meeting mid 
stream, and combining as it poured into the bowl 
below.  When they were both done, he was careful to 
only touch the end of his penis so he didn't disturb 
the female sex juices on his cock.

They needed to wait nearly twenty minutes before Bruce 
allowed Susan to take his still soft penis into her 
mouth and begin to suck on it.  Very quickly, it 
became hard, and she continued until she had brought 
him to a climax, and swallowed his juices down into 
her belly from the different direction.

At the end of that, they both lay looking up at the 
mirror over their heads until the drooping eyelids 
blocked their view, and they were both fast asleep.



Mid morning, and he had just awoken, still having to 
deliver his papers.  Scrambling into yesterday's 
clothes, he rushed out only to have Dad stop him in 
the middle of the yard.

"Forget your papers, for I delivered them already, 
Bruce," he told him.  "Go and get some breakfast, and 
then go back to what you were doing last night."

"Good morning, Dad!" declared Bruce.  "Do you know how 
phenomenal you are, Sir?  I love you so much!"

"Good morning, Son, and I'm glad you feel that way," 
he responded.  "It certainly pays for me doing it many 
times over!"

"You and Mom want to watch us, don't you, Dad?" he 
asked straight out.

"We were hoping to one day, Son," he admitted.  "We 
are very proud of you guys, and love you both!  It 
would be nice, if you could for us!"

"How about right after we eat, Dad?" suggested Bruce.

"I never expected to do too much work today anyway," 
he responded.  "What about Karen?" he asked.

"I think she should watch too, and it might be less 
scary for her when it happens, Dad," he offered.

"Exactly what Mom and I were saying last night," he 
said as they arrived at the back door to the kitchen.  
"Was it good for both of you?"

"Dad, he was so perfect, but we did it too often!  
God, he is so good!"

"That's what we expected you to say, Susan," he said 
as Mom smiled at them.

"Bacon and eggs coming up," said Mom.  "Good Morning, 
guys.  Had a good time, did you?"

"The best!" declared Bruce.

"They are going to do it for us after breakfast," he 
offered.  "They think Karen should watch!"

"It will mean she will be the one to get it later 
today, Bruce," commented Mom.

"We both feel that it should be that way, Mom," he 
told her.  "Do you mind that I want to take her?"

"I'd be shocked if you didn't Bruce," she said.  "Sit 
down now, and have your juice."

Karen came in about half way through breakfast, said 
good morning to them and then wrapped herself around 
her sister, hugging tight.  "Was it good?" she asked.

"Better than that," offered Susan.  "Go hug up your 
brother, for it's your turn today," she said.

"Today?" she asked as she changed hugs to Bruce's 
neck.

"Later on today, Karen," replied Bruce.  "First, you 
will watch us make love so you will know what will 
happen to you."  As he hugged her, his hand was 
stroking her little bum under her skirt.

"Then I promise to stop being jealous of you, Susan," 
declared Karen over her shoulder.

 "It's soon going to be my turn to be jealous of what 
he does to you, short stuff!" she said.

"Hey!  That's Bruce's name for me!"

"Mine too, since I love you so much!" declared Susan.  
She accepted her back into her arms and took up 
rubbing her bum that Bruce had been doing.  "You guys 
make me feel like getting undressed right now!"

Karen didn't notice Bruce coming up behind her until 
her dress was up and off over her head, and her 
panties were dropped to the floor by Susan.  "Hey!" 
she exclaimed  "Dad's seeing me!"

"Who made all of us, Karen?" asked Bruce.  "He 
deserves the right to see you!"

"So you like what you see, Dad?" asked Karen, turning 
to face him.

"Very much, Karen," he confirmed.  "You are 
beautiful!"

"What do you think, Bruce?" she said turning to face 
him.

"It is a privilege to be able to see your beautiful 
body, and I have always loved my short stuff!"

"Could I sit on your lap while you finish eating, 
please Bruce?" she begged.

"Anytime, short stuff," he assured her as she 
scrambled over to take her spot.  When he held the 
fork before her mouth, she opened it and accepted the 
offered food, and the kiss which followed.  "As soon 
as we finish, I bet Dad would love to have you on his 
lap like this," he suggested.

"I'm going to want to touch myself while they are 
doing it, Daddy, if you would let me," she stated, 
"unless you would play with me instead."

"I think I would know how to do that for you, 
darling," he assured her.

"This is better than Christmas!" declared Karen.  "You 
started all this with your house, Bruce!  Thanks for 
that."

"You're wrong about that, Karen," he told her.  "Mom 
and Dad started this for you about ten years ago, and 
have planned it ever since.  They had to wait for us 
go get big enough, that's all."

"What I know is I've never been so happy before, and 
love everyone here!"  Bruce had to wait for her to 
collect three kisses before he could finish his last 
bit of food, and then gave her his kiss.

"You want me to dump this kid so we can clean up the 
dishes, Mom?" asked Bruce.

"No, Son, just leave them, and let's go into the 
living room.  You have a show to put on, I believe."

Karen was up, and over Bruce's shoulder protesting 
loudly as she was carried so undignified into the 
living room.  She had to wait there for Dad to get 
seated, and then was set down gently into his lap.

Turning to Susan, she lost her loose fitting top, 
exposing her little breasts for all to see while she 
removed Bruce's shirt.  It was her skirt that went 
next, followed by his slacks dropping off and being 
removed.  They each took down their underwear at the 
same time, and were naked for their family to see.

Karen got set down on her feet, and then watched her 
Mom and Dad strip off their clothes, and accepted her 
spot back on her naked Daddy's lap shortly after, 
amazed at the development.  Then she noticed Susan 
being guided down onto the floor, and watched as Bruce 
straddled her placing his erect penis above her face, 
and his face down between her opened legs.  As Susan 
took Bruce's penis into her mouth, Dad began to fondle 
her vulva, and she spread her legs wide to give him 
access, and everyone else a good view of her crotch.

Moments later, Bruce was turning around, getting over 
and then into Susan, as she moaned from the 
satisfaction of his entry.  The sound of their sex, 
especially with the slapping of bodies, and her moans, 
added to what her father was doing to her, brought 
Karen to a climax before anyone else, and she laid 
back in Daddy's arms to allow the feeling to flow 
throughout her body.

Susan climaxed twice more before Karen watched him 
fall on top of her.  She wondered about that, and if 
she could take the weight, but she knew she was not 
going to worry until it happened.  Several minutes 
passed before Bruce's penis reappeared, and he lay 
back on the floor to recover from being inside her 
sister.  Then it was a long fifteen minutes that they 
all relaxed and talked about the different positions 
they had tried.  Karen had no idea of the different 
ways it could be done, and listened intently.

When Bruce held his arms out to Karen as he got to his 
feet, Karen excused herself from her Daddy, and ran 
into Bruce's arms and accepted the lift up, wrapping 
her arms and legs about him.

"How are you feeling about the idea, short stuff?" 
asked Bruce.

"Like I want to get it over with like you tear off a 
bandage, real fast," she explained.

Karen's eyes went wide open as she felt herself 
dropped down and felt his penis penetrate her 
completely.  "Like that, short stuff?" he asked.  "Are 
you okay?"

"You hurt me, Bruce!" she exclaimed, tears gleaming at 
the corners of her eyes.  "Are we doing it?"

"We sure are, my precious kid sister," he told her.  
"I'm deep up inside of you!"

"I've always loved you, Bruce, but you are making me 
love you even more!  Will you love me often?"

"I'm going to love you every day of my life for as 
long as I live, but I'm going to make love to you very 
often, but not as often as with Susan.  Okay?"

"Could you hold me closer while I cry, please?" she 
begged as she tried to hug him tighter.  As he pulled 
her close, she burst out into tears against his chest.

"Why are you crying, darling?" asked Bruce.

"'Cause you make me so happy, Bruce!" she sobbed out 
loudly for all to hear.

"Okay, short stuff, I'm going to lay back down on the 
floor, and let you straddle me, and do it at your own 
speed.  Would that be okay?  I don't want to fall on 
you like I do Susan."

Karen could not manage to say anything, but looked up 
at him with her wet little face and nodded.  Slowly, 
he worked down onto the floor, still keeping inside of 
her.  As soon as they were down, she began to draw up, 
and push back down onto his erection, crying out with 
the satisfaction it gave her.  Each stroke she made, 
the cry was loud, and completely replaced the tears 
that had been falling from her eyes.  Mom came over to 
wipe her face for her, but she continued impaling 
herself on her brother.  When her climax came it was 
not kept secret as she cried out even louder with the 
pleasure it gave her.  It was Karen that fell forward 
against his belly and chest, still impaled on his 
penis.

"That's my baby girl," said Bruce quietly into her 
ear.  "Let the feeling go all through you, and enjoy 
it."  All the while, he was caressing her bare back, 
periodically taking her bum into account with his 
strokes.

"Could I always be your little girl?" she asked of him 
finally.

"For as long as you want to be, Karen.  I love you 
with all my heart, and love being this close to you."

"Thank you, Bruce," she declared.  "I still love you 
too, Daddy," she called out, "but this is so 
wonderful!"

"I understand, my precious little baby," he assured 
her, stroking her head.  "That's a pretty special guy 
you have there you know."

"He's the greatest, and I love him so much, Daddy.  
You made him too, and I'll always love you for that as 
well!"

"I'll take your love for whatever reason you want to 
give it, Karen," he assured her.



Two weeks later, Bruce moved back into the main house, 
for things were different now.  There were no more 
fights with his sisters, for they were both his 
mistresses, making love frequently, and unconcerned 
over who else was present.  Dad had made love to each 
of his girls, and Bruce made love to his mother, 
completing the circle, and removing all barriers 
amongst them.  

The storage shed was locked up, and the subject of 
much discussion about renting it out.  Then again, 
that would mean the lack of privacy which they now 
enjoyed, for they were back a long way from the road, 
and able to go outside naked if that happened to suit 
them at the time.  More than once, love was made right 
on the front lawn, using a sturdy lounge chair that 
was out there, or out back behind the house following 
another hose fight between Karen and Bruce.

Bruce continued with his paper route, but was looking 
for something more to supplement his savings, for one 
day he might want to build another house, just a 
little larger than his first.  One of his customers 
had a store in the nearest village, and was 
considering putting him in there to help run the 
place, and sell at the counter.  Every day was a 
bright one for the entire family, even when it was 
pouring rain.
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