Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2009 06:42:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Carmen Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Park Avenue Story

A Park Avenue Story

by Julian
ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com

Niki--16 yrs old, narrator
Paul-Father--39
Mother--37
Paul Jr-brother--18
Amanda-cousin--17


I turn the corner at 74th and walk up Park to my building. The bus leaves
me off on Madison. The doorman, a young hispanic dude, nods to me as I
enter. If I was the owner of one of the apartments, he'd lift his cap. But
I'm only sixteen and there's a very strict code of status in this luxury
world in which I live. His eyes follow me in and I can feel them clamped
onto my ass. Poor Alberto, he wants to fuck me so bad. He's been watching
me closely since I was fourteen, maybe younger, but he's not that
attractive. But I don't blame him for looking. Today, in celebration of the
new school year I'm wearing outrageous pink stretch pants that are next to
obscene they way the hug every crack and crevice. I know I'm a cock tease
and I love it.. But the doorman is out of my class and he'll have to make
do with his plump Maria. I wonder how many times he's jerked off thinking
about me.

In the elevator I appreciate again the heavy polished brass, the rich
mahogany, the low hum of powerful machinery. I might be young but already I
know what all this means, what a Park Avenue address means. I like it that
everything about this building is solid luxury, and it arouses me. Somehow
my libido is connected to it. I see cashmere sweaters and leather jeans and
BMWs stretching far into the future and I run my middle finger, idly, along
my labia. I'm always aroused, but these thoughts, and the opening of school
always add to my horniness. School: the hot young bodies to appreciate all
over again, the stories about who sucked who where during the summer. The
smells and the looks. I could jerk off right in the elevator.

My floor. Dad is in the kitchen. Peggy, the cook, is off. He greets me with
a tight hug, my tits on his chest. I feel the familiar feel of his strong
hand cup my ass, the tips of his fingers deep inside my crack. I love him
and he's been fucking me for a year. He's very handsome, and very busy
making money--lots of it--as a producer. Mom right now is on network
assignment out of the country and she knows he fucks me. When she's away
she likes to fuck young technicians on her crew, and they're not much older
than me. With two such horny parents is it a surprise their children are so
horny? Dad and I have sex often--four, sometimes five times in a week I
figure, if he's not fucking someone on the outside. If he is, I get more
from my brother. So, everybody's happy.

"I won't been home tonight," he says, taking his hand out of my ass and
sounding a little disappointed. "I'm meeting Clare for dinner. You know,
the designer, so I don't know when I'll be home."

"Yea, dad" I wink at him. She gets her cute face in the news all the time
and I figure they have the hots for each other. I think she's in her late
thirties. I'll bet my Dad has screwed scores of good looking pussy, and I
count myself in that group.

Tonight then, it's brother and me. Not that I'm disappointed. Paul is
eighteen and has a beautiful 8 inch cock that I've come to know and
love. What chick at school can resist a dude as handsome as my brother? His
swimmer's body in those drop dead Speedos he's famous for has made him a
male pinup. I don't know how many girls my brother's fucked besides me--a
lot, I know--and one of them is my cousin Amanda.

I go up stairs to my brother's room. Since it's Friday he's always home
earlier than me. The windows are open letting the soft warm breezes of the
September afternoon pass through the room. Paul--"Junior" we call him--is
anything but junior at the moment. He's spread out on his bed clad only in
a loose fitting green t-shirt, his legs open, looking at one of those
glossy celeb magazines. One hand is resting on his abs, and between his
beautiful spread thighs his cock hangs heavy and very long over his
balls. He must have been caressing himself just before I arrived. I like
the way he shaves his pubic hair into a triangular patch pointing to his
naval. I've been in love with his gorgeous body ever since I can
remember. I note again his curly black hair, ice blue eyes, square jaw,
broad shoulders and defined muscles and smooth flawless skin. Nature had
been generous to him as well as me. And now, we have sex.

He nods to me.

"Enjoying yourself"? I ask as I look pointedly between his legs.

"Look at this chick," he says.

"Nice ass," I say, after inspecting what has his attention. He grunts. I
know he's an "ass man."

"You know who it is?"

I look more closely. "Dad's going out with her tonight!" I exclaim when I
realize who it is.

"I'll bet she's a good fuck," Junior says, evaluating the picture again.

"You want to do her?"

"I don't know; she's kinda old."

"What's 'at have to do with it? She probably gives good blowjobs"

"Huh?" he quizzes.

"Well, look at that mouth. You know she can take a big dick. And dad is
big.." I notice Junior's cock start to stir.

"And you too," I add, much to his satisfaction. Junior likes to hear
references to his genitals. "Its Friday. Wanna invite Amanda over?" I ask,
putting on a sly grin. He knows without being told what I have in mind.

"Sure" he says, flashing a silly grin and touching the top of his cock
lightly with one finger. It starts to grow fatter as I watch. I bend over
and give it a quick kiss, inhaling the musk smell of him, and move quickly
toward the door. I want to leave before I get too turned on and spoil my
plans for the evening. On the way out I pick his discarded blue thong off
the floor. I sniff it and then toss it at him.

"Pervert!" he yells.

Later I tell dad our plans to have Amanda over. He gives me a knowing look
and says "Enjoy yourselves," then leaves. I know he'd like to fuck her. She
meets all his standards for prime pussy. Maybe I can smooth the way.


Junior and I nuke some frozen pizza for dinner and each have a beer. I like
the buzz the beer is making in my head when Amanda arrives around quarter
to nine. Her tits are molded in a tight purple tank top and her nipples
look hard already. Her white shorts are snug and show off her hips and ass
and tanned legs temptingly.

"Your doorman likes to fuck little girls?" she asks us, "He undressed me
with his eyes."

"You look like such a cock tease!" Junior declares, his tone implying she
shouldn't be so shocked.

"I tease your cock," is her retort, nodding toward the half-hardon my
brother already has in his silky gym shorts.

"I think we should have a joint first" I say. I always need something to
smooth the take off.

As I roll the grass, my cousin takes a DVD from her bag and after some chat
we settle down to watch. It isn't a commercially produced one so a little
thrill of expectation runs through my pussy.

The first scene opens with a shot of the moon in the night sky, and as the
camera pans back we see some of the Manhattan skyline and then a softly
lit, comfortably furnished living room. Slowly, the camera moves further
out and I can just make out a young couple fucking on the floor. I get a
rush. The guy is on top and has a dynamite body. I begin to react with
heavier breathing as I watch his ass flex and thrust his dick into the
girl. It's like I can actually feel it in my tight pussy.

"You like?" Amanda asks huskily, and I notice she has one hand between her
legs already. Amanda is such a beautiful girl and I think I'm in love with
her. Does that make me lesbian? Well, its not like I want to marry her. She
has beautiful smooth white skin, a cute round face with the most gorgeous
big brown eyes. Her lips are full and sensual and red. When she smiles her
whole face lights up! She's a brunette and keeps her hair short in a boyish
kind of cut tied with a headband. The girl likes to wear beads and
bracelets and dangly earrings: she looks hip in an innocent sort of
way. She's anything but innocent! That girl has an ass that when you look
at it you want to fuck it. She's always showing it off. Her tits are just
the right size for her 5'6'' well shaped body. Best of all, she smells like
fresh teenage girl should, and tastes just as great!

The camera stays on this long shot quite awhile and I begin to realize the
woman is either very small or else-or else, a chick my age. Now I'm very
interested! I could see myself in that scene. Whoever, the guy is slamming
her hard and she's enjoying it enormously, grunting like a pig, legs as
wide as possible.

"Where'd you get this?" I ask.

Amanda says only "Keep watching." The way she drags the words I can tell
she's getting high.

Suddenly, the camera cuts to a new angle: The chick is a girl I recognize
from school and she's now getting fucked doggie-like by a good looking guy
I think I know is a private tennis coach. Damn! These are no actors! The
scene is very hot and I want to fuck too. The chick looks like she's in
heaven and when the camera moves closer I see despite low light the guy has
a dick almost as big as Junior's, and he slowly slides it out almost all
the way to tease her. When she begs, he slams it back in, real hard. I like
that.  I want it that way too.

Junior asks me if I know who the girl is. He's on the floor, back to the
couch, his gym shorts around one ankle, slowly stoking his rock hard cock.

Before I can answer Amanda crawls over to him and puts her mouth over the
head my brother's dick, careful not to interfere with his slow strokes. I
don't mind she's on him so quick. After all, he lives with me and I can
have him anytime, so I'm generous. I'm more interested in the vid action
right now.

I go back to the screen and watch. The coach guy fucks the chick doggie
like for a few more minutes, then a young black dude of about sixteen,
beautifully built, comes into the scene. His hardon is impressive. My
arousal is making me hazy but even so I recognize that I've seen him
hanging around her at school, and he must be her boyfriend. His tool looks
delicious and he plays with it some, then steps up to her face and she
starts to suck him.

I pause the disc and get down with Amanda and we both lick my brother. Its
amazing how we work together: as she moves up, I move down, as she goes
this way, I go that way. Its like a dance and we don't have to use
words. We're both salivating like dogs. Lucky Junior! He's big enough that
two girls can work on him at the same time and still have plenty to do.

The video and the smell of cock gets me aroused so much I want to try
something new. Junior's still on the floor back to the couch and I leave
him entirely to Amanda's expert mouth as I crawl around behind her. What
exquisite skin she has, still golden from the summer and no tan line over
her ass. I nudge her beautiful body until she's over Junior on all fours,
her pert and tight ass ready for me. With no hesitation I plunge my face
right into her crack and she moans like an animal, despite all the cock in
her mouth.

"You like it, you little bitch," I think, "and I like doing it." She
spreads wider and I smell her musk and the scent of expensive soap. I
promise she's going to do this to me too. I want her face in my ass. Junior
and I do it to each other, and have almost from the start. It took us a
little time to loose the inhibition and trespass the taboo, a violation
that we found so exciting! But this is girl ass I'm sucking the first time
and I love the softness.


Images come into my mind. I recall her lying face down next to me on the
beach last year, and how I stared and stared at her ass. I see her ass in
the tight jeans she always wears and want my face there. Strange images
too: There she is in math class sitting on the hard wooden seat and my
tongue comes up from below and fucks her. She tries not to show her arousal
to the rest of the class.

Junior breaks the train, finds the controller and unpauses the disc. I'm
glad for the break since I want our sex tonight to last a long time.

The girl on the screen reaches her orgasm with the coach's cock and the
black boy sprays his come all over her when she collapses in exhaustion. I
marvel at how dirty we can be, teenagers still not far from childhood. We
can't even drive yet. I know we're not the only kids in school fucking
family members. Our own parents may be exceptional, true, but I think most
other parents have an unrealistic view of their children's innocence. I'm
glad to have started sex this way, with my family. No one pressured me; it
happened by mutual desire, and boy did I want it!

Jump to the next scene. It's the black kid. This time he's with another
boy, a light skinned mulatto who's probably a little younger and very, very
attractive in a fem sort of way. The older is fucking the younger up the
ass. I've never seen two boys fuck and when the closeup shows his dick
sliding up the kid's ass I wonder what it feels like.

Amanda comments "Isn't it awesome? Its sooo hot to watch two boys."

I ask my brother if he's ever done it with another boy and though he says
no, I'm not sure. All those humpy guys on the swim team, lean and muscular,
displaying what they have through the skimpy spandex: I'd be surprised if
there wasn't any boy-boy action there. At school there's plenty of girl on
girl action and we're not too uptight about it. Even as far back as fourth
grade, at summer camp, there was a lot of masturbation with other
girls. But it's hard to find out about the boys.

The scene with the boys stops and now it's Amanda on the screen. She's in
her bedroom masturbating in front of the full length mirror. When she humps
herself up to orgasm with practically all her fingers in her juicy cunt I'm
amazed that she can still stay on her feet. Next scene it's her again, and
the coach is back. It's a grainy cut, not very long, because they're in a
public place--a locker room, and have to be quick. He's sprawled along a
bench and she's on her knees on a blowjob mission. That girl does like
cock. Before I have a chance to figure out the location, it ends. I tell
her I'd like to get on that cock too. She says I should take some tennis
lessons.

Again we press the pause button and Amanda gets Junior on the floor. He's
flat on his back and looking up at her with a mixture of adoration and
amusement. I don't consider Junior my property--after all he's my
brother--so I don't care what she wants to do with him. Junior's like my
personal warm cock to snuggle against at night until I find someone to go
steady.  She squats over him and lowers her ass over his face. Go for it
Junior, eat her good! I can't tell if its her cunt or her rosebud that's
getting the attention, but who cares? I want a few licks myself so I get in
front of her and hold her face on my pussy. I feel her hot tongue work it's
magic--she's really good--but let go soon so she can breath. I go down next
to Junior and see it's her pussy he's buried his face in. Junior is a
really practiced cunt lapper. "Eat pussy, Junior," I whisper in his
ear. "Eat her pussy, eat pussy, Junior!" I urge like a cheerleader rooting
for the home team.
 I'm proud of my brother's abilities in all endeavors. "Pussy, pussy," I
whisper into his ear until she comes, whimpering, simpering, into a
shuttering orgasm.

We decide to wash up, then break for some munchies. The night is softly
warm and our teenaged nakedness is natural and casual. Doritos, french
fries, popcorn, earth chips and salsa relieve the hunger pangs. Mom calls
just before we finish and asks Junior how we're doing and all. She usually
calls every night she's on assignment. I get on the phone and chat
awhile. She knows the three of us are alone and when she says, "I hope
you're all enjoying yourselves," the tone of her voice says she knows
exactly how we're enjoying ourselves. Mom's great. Very tolerant. And no
wonder. Her father used to fuck her from when she was 15 right through
college. She once told me that grandfather wanted to fuck me when I got to
be 15, but he died before I was that old. Don't know that I would have.

I can't use her real name but mom watched Junior and me a few times. My
brother and I were never made to feel inhibited in sexual matters and we
used to wrestle and tumble over each other from as early as I could
remember. During these games I often felt his little soft cock pressed
against me. When I grew a little older, about ten or so, and we wrestled, I
started to actually feel his cock with my hands. Then his hand gradually
found its way between my legs. Over time, we wrestled less and felt
more. Watching television we'd sometimes sit close, his arm around my
shoulder, the tips of his fingers lightly stroking my budding breasts. Or,
I would roll over and jam his thigh between my legs and make tiny hump
motions.  If mom or dad came in the room they just ignored us.

We started to have real sex when I was twelve. He was fifteen. I used to
suck him. We'd be watching tv or something and the touch would get us hot
and he'd take out his dick. A few times mom walked in the room and almost
caught me with Junior's dick in my mouth. The fact that our clothes were a
little undone brought no comment from her. Finally, we advanced to
prolonged sex sessions in my room or his, getting totally naked and usually
sucking each other.

Then one day, mom surprised the shit out of me. We were talking about sex
in a general way when she said "I know you and Junior are enjoying each
other." I protested weakly, thinking that's what I should do. She brushed
me aside. "Come, come, now," she purred, "no need to hide it, kitten. Both
you and your brother are attractive and have strong libidos." She looked me
in the eyes: "Its cool with me. Really." A big smile broke out on my face
and I teared up. She hugged me and I held her tight. About a week later I
was coming out of Junior's room in just my panties and mom was there. We
looked at each other for a moment and I wondered what she would do. "Niki,"
she said in a husky low voice, "I'd like to watch sometime." And she winked
at me. The hall was dimly lit so I don't think she saw me blush. But the
idea inflamed me.

Think of it, I told Junior. Wouldn't it be hot to be watched? Wouldn't be
an awesome turn on if your own mother watched? He was a little
reluctant. Come on, she's knows what we do. She sees you naked all the
time; and me. She's practically caught us in each others pants already, you
know.  I'm sure dad'll want to.

In the end, it was just mom that first time. Dad was away, maybe on
purpose, and that night after our homework was finished mom keep making
hints about sex between us and how horny we must be all the time. We were
in the living room and I could see Junior soon got an erection from her
talking. I stared at Junior and I could tell he wanted to. Finally, after
about fifteen minutes I told her we were going to go to his room, smiling
stupidly. We left the door open and a small light on so she could see the
bed clearly.. In a few seconds we stripped and fell into a 69 position. My
brother even at that young age was such a stud. He was rock hard. Soon mom
was in the room, naked, sitting by Junior's computer. Perhaps we were a
little more noisy and athletic than usual that night, determined to put on
a good show for her so she'd be proud of us. We didn't hold back. We licked
each other's ass hole. She cried out her approval as she masturbated with
two hands.
 It was just as good for us. When our performance was over my brother and I
lay sprawled in exhaustion, but before mom slipped out she kissed us
both. We were in awe. Later, mom said she and dad had the most intense sex
ever while she recounted every detail of his children's romp. I was
fourteen.

Part 2

Junior gets on the phone again to say goodbye. Mom must have said something
interesting to him because he turns away from Amanda and me to mumble
something, while his free hand idly caresses his balls. Right here maybe I
should say something about Junior's balls: I love them. He's only five feet
eight, but like I said has a gorgeous eight inch cock, with nice, round,
tight balls. The two of them together just about fit the palm of my hand
and I so much like licking them. They're heavy and when he fucks me
doggie-like they swing up against me like the clapper of a bell. No wonder
he comes so much when he orgasms: his balls always look so full.

He hangs up and we fall into a conversation about our teachers and who's
hot and who we'd like to fuck. Junior has the hots for an English/French
teacher he had last year and I can't fault him. I could even get in bed
with her. She's slim and boyish and very lively, probably about 26 or 27.
She has dirty blond hair cropped short and is always smiling, and could be
a figure skater with the kind of body she has. I tell Junior I've seen her
in the fitness gym, and in yoga, and her tits are small, but she has a drop
dead ass.

"Speaking of gym," says Amanda, "that new dude who does our class--now
there's a teacher I could fuck!" She gets a faraway look in her eyes and
continues: "He's a bit old, has a some gray hairs, but boy, what a body!"
She's talking about Mr. Wilson, a handsome black dude maybe in his late
thirties. "You see those arms, Niki? His biceps are sooo sexy."  Amanda's
17 year old pussy is getting warm for the guy and she puts a hand between
her legs. "And those thighs! Shit, they look like marble. She sighs sexily,
off into dream land, "...and...an ass...so firm," she touches herself with
closed eyes now, and I think she's going to jerk off.

Amanda eats pussy sometimes. She's done it with me and a few other
girls. I'm ready to get into her fantasy with her and I tell her to pretend
I'm him, I'm the gym teacher she wants. With the tips of my fingers on each
of her shoulders I guide her gently down onto her back. Carefully, I spread
her legs, remove her busy hand from her swollen clit, put my face in its
place. I start to eat her. She tastes as wonderful as ever. Junior gets
into the act and, speaking as if he's Mr. Wilson, starts telling her what a
sexy hot body she has, how he's been watching her bend and stretch and can
tell she likes to fuck. He says he's fucked many of his students and that
she's one of the best he's ever had. He says he has a big dick but will be
careful not to hurt her. Meanwhile, my mouth on her pussy is tasting her
juiced-up cunt as Junior's words hit their mark.

It won't be long now before she comes so Junior squats over her, and now I
can feel his lips on the top of my head. She's working on him with her
tongue and he can barely stand it. I use my middle finger and work it up
into her asshole. Her butt clamps and relaxes, clamps and relaxes. Her hips
start to buck and I hang on tight. I feel something wet in my hair and I
realize she's made Junior shoot his load. He falls off to the side while
Amanda and I, locked together by her warm thighs, roll across the carpet as
one. She shutters and moans like an animal, announcing another strong
orgasm.

Again, we freshen up. The day was hot and the nighttime air is still warm
even after midnight. We dim the lights and go out on the terrace, each with
a beer, settling into comfy lounge chairs. No clothes. I look at the lights
in all the windows wondering how many girls at that moment are getting
fucked by brothers, how many by fathers? by sisters even? How many
thousands of cocks are spurting come at this moment throughout the city?
Down below, traffic on the Avenue is quieting down with only a few taxis
and limos about.. The constant hum of the city remains a foundation of
sound, a vibration always present. We talk about all kinds of crap as our
bodies recover their charge.

Presently, the conversation slowly drifts back to sex and I ask Junior
again if he's done it with a boy, if he like to try?  He says no but could
imagine it, and names several boys in his class as possible partners. I
have to hand it to my brother: he really has good taste. The boys he
mentions are all very desirable hunks.

Robbie the blond is seventeen, a swimmer too, and at school meets he's one
I can't keep my eyes off. A body as beautiful as a Greek statue, a sultry
kind of face with bedroom eyes, and a nice impressive package between his
legs. A vision of the two of them together makes my cunt tingle.

Nicholas: Dark with flawless skin, intelligent and witty. He's not handsome
in a conventional way. His beak nose prevents that but also makes him very
sexy. But a good body and tight ass. He's got dusky, Sephardic features. He
looks as though he could be dangerous under the right circumstances, like
he'd enjoy rough sex, would tie you up, and then screw your butt brutally.

"He's very sexy." I hear Amanda coo, referring to Nicholas. She's got a leg
draped over the arm of the chair and I can see her slit

We start to fantasize about Nicholas, what we'd like to do with him. Our
libidos start to churn and I sense we are all now exploring new territory
in our still forming sexual make up. I explain how we'd get together and
how Nicholas would kneel on all fours over my brother, lapping his cock,
tasting his balls and ass. Then I would crawl up behind Nicholas and tie
his wrists together.

"Then what?" a voice asks. My brother's voice is low and horse and I
realize he's turned on by the idea.

"I don't know" I say.

Amanda helps me out. "You have a strap-on. Black and long. Its oiled
up. Nicholas has his mouth full of cock and his ass is in the air. You put
your cock against his asshole and it slips in, it goes in all the way, all
seven inches goes in."

My brother is definitely turned on. I can see he has the image fixed in his
mind and it's getting him hot. So, I think, big brother may enjoy a little
boy on boy action after all. Junior's cock starts to stir.

Amanda gets up and kneels at his feet. She starts to suck on his
toes. Junior's head falls back as he drifts into a revelry. I get a
brilliant idea and head for the kitchen. I hope what I'm looking for is
there.

I find it quick. Bless you, Peggy. You keep us well supplied! I warm the
cucumber under hot water and my cunt is juicing up again. I nuke a pat of
butter real quick and slip a plastic bag over the veggie cock, then slather
it with the butter. I go back to Junior and Amanda.

I'm in luck because Junior is just where I need him, ass up, fucking his
cousin slowly. I get down near his butt and start to massage and kiss
it. He stops, the better to enjoy my attention. Then I put the warm organic
dildo against his asshole. He groans with satisfaction and I'm sure he
thinks its my finger. Encouraged, I push a little. He groans again. I push
more. An inch must be in him now and he's got to know it's something bigger
than my finger. I'm impressed how much my brother trusts me. I start to
work it in and out and presently about half the green cock is in his ass. I
get a smirky look, and think, "Yo, bro: you had something up your ass
before. Which teammate was it?"

Amanda now asks what's going on and I tell her I've got a cock up Junior's
ass. She coos and says she wants a picture of it.

"Later," I tell her. I'm too intent on using my brother like he's queer and
I'm some cock proud dude at school. The feeling is very weird and I'm not
sure I like it but I want to finish. I hold the tail end of the bag in my
left hand while I push the cock with my right as far in as I think is
safe. Soon all three of us get in sync and gallop toward the finish
line. Even though Junior's spurted several times tonight, he still has a
very strong orgasm. Amanda's a little slower, so I help her out by sucking
on her one of her gorgeous tits.  She returns the favor with her face
between my legs as my brother sucks my breasts like he's so good at. When I
come Amanda takes it like a pro then forces her tongue into Junior's mouth
to share my taste.

This is about all we can handle in one night and eventually I get up and
head for my bed, soon followed by Amanda.

Near daybreak I wake with a need to pee and to get a cookie and
milk. Amanda's body is pressed against mine spoon fashion and I feel one of
her hands between my legs. Despite nature's needs I linger awhile, enjoying
her warmth and the sweet smell of her body. After all, this too is one of
nature's needs. Dear Amanda I think, while I listen to her breathing and
review the night's events without guilt, I love our lust and the pleasure
we give each other.

Pale light is beginning to show behind the curtains when I slip from her
embrace and head for the bathroom. On my way to the kitchen I pass Junior's
room and see he's not there and his bed is still made up. I worry that we
must have left him to sleep out on the terrace and he must be chilly, so I
go out there to check, but no Junior. As I grab a cup of milk I think he
may have found his sleepy way up stairs and sacked out in the guest
room. Heading back to my room, I look in there but that's empty too. Now
I'm curious because the only other bedroom is mom and dad's and I think I
ought to get him into his own room before the cleaning women show up
later. All is quiet as I approach their room but for some muffled sounds I
can't make out. The door is not closed and I can see into the room because
the daylight is stronger on this side of the apartment. I see something I
can't at first get my head around.

There are two bodies on the big bed. I don't know who they are. It's two
boys. It's two men, maybe. I think. No, it's a boy--and a man. And I know
the man. Slowly, with some effort, my mind puts it together. It's my Dad,
and, shit!--it's Junior! My Dad is fucking his son. My Dad is fucking my
brother. I'm frozen. I stunned. I never thought. I want to shout something
but I hold back. Shit! This is too much to take, me standing there naked
like this. I'm holding a stupid cup of milk and I can see my father's hard
cock in my brother's ass. I don't know if this scene is real or if I'm
still dreaming. I don't know if this is happening because of what I did to
Junior earlier, that I fucked him with a cucumber. What did I do? Did I
make him queer all of a sudden? Shit! I don't know what to think.

I hear my brother moaning, "Fuck me, daddy, Fuck me good! Fuck me."

Junior, you son of a bitch!

What I'm watching is going to fuck up my head! This is why Junior took that
thing up his ass so easily! I knew then that he'd taken it up the ass
before, but I had no idea! Dad? Dad? Are you queer too? How long have you
been screwing your son's ass? How can you be queer? You've fucked scores of
women and from what I hear you're all the stud. And you, Junior, I know you
like pussy. You've eaten mine enough times, you've had your cock in me many
times. You're no queer. Are you?

I step back quietly and go to our bathroom, the one Junior and I share. I
sit on the commode and lean back and let my body go slack. I'm sitting
where my brother puts his ass, and right now his ass is getting fucked! How
long has this been going on?

I go back and recall when dad first fucked me a year ago. Long ago it
seems.. Oh, Daddy. You felt soooo good! Maybe I'm jealous. If you're going
to fuck one of your kids I want it to be me. I never expected this kind of
competition from Junior! You remember how your cock felt when you first
slid it into me? You remember how you said I was the best pussy you ever
had? You remember how you said you wanted to fuck with me since I was a
pre-teen? You felt my ass so many times, why didn't you do it then, when I
was 10 or 11? Maybe my cunt wasn't big enough. Were you fucking Junior
then, when he was 12? Was he sucking you off? I could have sucked you off
when I was that young. I thought about your cock and Junior's cock enough
times!

That first time was so good, Daddy. I'll never forget it. We were alone at
home on a summer night. Mom was at the place on M.V. And Junior, where the
hell was he? I think he'd already gone to some summer sports program for
varsity level kids. We were watching that sexy movie with the lights down
low and the sultry city night was close in on us. My cunt was swollen from
the movie and I so much wanted to come. It would have been so easy to jerk
off since all I had on was one of Junior's athletic tops, the purple one
with the big white number 8. I could tell the movie had your motor going
from the little sounds of pleasure and surprise you keep making every time
that chick in the silver jump suit was on the screen. She might as well
have been naked since every little crevice and twitch was on display. Why
did you pick that movie for us?

I knew what was going to happen. The air had been thick with sex all
night. I stretched out on the couch so I could display my body. My nipples
were hard and I made sure the fabric gathered around my breasts. It just
happened.. It was that easy. You came over and sat on the floor next to
me. You put you mouth on my tit and even through the shirt, it was like an
electric shock in my body. I closed my eyes ready for whatever you wanted
to do. My pussy felt the soft caress of your hand. I imagined this is how
it was with mom; this is how it was with those young cunts you were always
screwing. Then your fingers, then your mouth, then your magnificent, big
beautiful cock. I knew then you would fuck me many times.

I snap out of it. My mind returns to what's happening right then in my
parents' bedroom. I can't tell anyone about this. Does Amanda know? Why
should I think they're faggots? They like pussy but maybe they like cock
too. They're not gay. In this day and age? A lot of men and boys
experiment. And why should I be so shocked? We've had incest in this family
for a long time. This is just more... well...well, could I do it with mom?
I think I'm so cool but this is more than my sixteen year old brain can
handle right now.

Sitting there, I let go a strong stream of piss. When its over, I notice my
clit is very, very swollen. I feels bigger than ever before and I imagine
it's really a boy's dick. I'm so wet. I'm so fuckin' wet. My mind drifts
back to what I just saw. Damn, admit it. It looked hot! So fucking, fuckin
hot!

My finger slides down and touches my inflamed cock/clit.

PART3


Exhausted, I go back to bed and curl around Amanda's sweet body. So soft
and warm, she's just the comfort I need at the moment. We both smell of
sex. My mind races across a sexual landscape for a long time. I'm
fantasizing all over the map: I let Alberto, the doorman dude, lead me down
to the laundry room where I suck him. After that, I'm fucking my brother
with a long strap-on. I walk around the apartment with it on me. I fuck my
father with it.  Even my mother wants me to do her with it. My libido is
unchecked. If we had a dog, I'd fuck it too. I recall the tennis coach's
large dick, and he fucks me in the ass. That black kid I saw on the DVD is
eating me out. The handsome history teacher I have this year knows I'm the
school slut and he spreads me over his desk and screws me in front of the
class; then each boy and girl in the class takes turns with me. These weird
images, and others like them, run all together and blur, until, finally, I
fall
 asleep.

When I awake Amanda's gone. The sound of the traffic tells me it must be
near noon, maybe later. I shower. In front of my dresser I take some of the
awesome skin cream I brought in Paris on my finger and slide it along the
crack of my ass. I throw on a pair of gray cotton baggy gym shorts--they
say "NASTY" on the butt--and an old faded cotton shorty top. The mirror
shows the top draped from my nipples just the way I like it to be. I'm
ready to start the day.

Dad and Amanda are in the kitchen. I notice her, already showered, perched
on a stool dressed in one of my father's old shirts, one I took from him
when it no longer pleased his fastidious taste. The careless way it's
buttoned doesn't cover much and I can't help notice how her pelvis pushes
forward and her legs are spread rather wider than necessary. She looks as
if trying for a pick-up in some club rather than sitting on her ass in our
breakfast room. She looks damn sexy.  I smirk to myself, "You want to fuck
him, slut."

Amanda leaves as I'm eating breakfast and the rest of the day is
uneventful, except one of my classmates calls, a boy named Kevin, and asks
me to go with him to the Modern. Our art teacher said there was a show we
shouldn't miss and Kevin doesn't want to go alone. Kevin is kind of nerdy
and not too bright but I like him enough to say yes. (He doesn't interest
be in a sexual way but boys who have fingers as long as Kevin's usually
have long cocks, so I'm told).

The trip is kind of a bore and I don't like the show and don't understand
what we see, but going to Moma always reminds how much good-looking ass,
male and female, there is in this city. The place is packed with school
kids on this first Saturday into the new school year and I begin to wish
Kevin isn't with me so I could flirt with some young thing.  The trip is
worthwhile for me because we're going up on the escalator when I hear a
man's low sexy voice behind me murmur, "what a fuckin' beautiful butt,"
meaning, mine! I'm wearing my pair of black Levi's stretch pants that are
like skin. They have a little red "Levis®" tag sewn on the inseam over my
ass, so you have to look.

As we leave Moma I get a message on my phone from a boy I know in the 10th
grade, inviting me to a party in a brownstone on East 81st.

The party's just like I expected: lots of prep-school dudes and chicks, all
pretty hot and on the make, throbbing music, hardly any lights but enough
so that everyone can checkout everyone else. Since I get so much screwing
at home I can look at the scene with a little detachment, feel a little
superior. I'm not so desperate as the others to get laid, or give the
impression I'm getting laid in the next five minutes.

Still, I let this one older dude--he must be about twenty-five--get me into
a cozy dark corner and feel me up. His hand's up under my skirt, the
"catholic school" skirt, and I don't like him because he's smug: he thinks
he still has what it takes to attract a young teenager.. He gets me all
damp through my tights but his fingers are kind of klutsy. Well, he's
attractive enough that I do massage his dick through his jeans. I see he's
going to come and it'd be cruel to stop and soon I feel the warm stickyness
of his orgasm. Then I get rid of him.

I move off to do some dancing with the crowd jammed into the large living
room. I love this kind of group-fuck type dancing because all you do is let
the beat get into you and move against other bodies jammed against
you. Girl or boy it doesn't matter: you just rub and let yourself be rubbed
and touched. The boy feeling me up didn't make me come, but I finished
myself off this way, sweating and dancing and rubbing.

I get home about a quarter to two and just me and Dad are home. Junior's
staying over at a friend's. Dad's in the family room slouched down on the
couch dressed in blue cotton gym shorts and an old white billowy t-shirt,
and as I come in he does nothing to hide the fact that he has an obvious
half-hardon. Sometimes I think my family is over-sexed and all we do is
fuck. But hell, while I'm having such a good time right now I shouldn't
complain. This is the one and only life I'll have and I'll take the
pleasure that comes my way, no questions asked.

Dad tells me that Amanda has left a DVD with him and that he'd like to
watch it with me. I blush very red and he just smiles. I think he's been
masturbating.  Still on my mind is the image of my dad and my brother in
the bedroom, which I really don't think I dreamed and want to ask him
about. I know we'd fuck during the video and asking him then would probably
bring out the truth.

Sure enough, he starts to eat my pussy and remarks the party must have been
good based on how I taste. On the screen, we watch Amanda blowing her
tennis coach. As he gets me hot, I describe for him how delicious my cousin
tastes and how she likes big dicks and that he ought to fuck her because I
know she wants his. He asks me how I know and I say I been noticing lately
how she is around him, all flirty and gazing into his eyes, how she's
always stretching her sexy body around him, opening her legs and shaking
her ass. He pretends he hadn't noticed, but I know my dad and I know if
there's a good looking cunt within a hundred yards of him, he's aware.

We get to a new part of the video, where Amanda and another girl named
Karen, a very beautiful red head from school, are fucking around with a
double headed dildo. It's really long and sometimes most of it is in Karen
and then most goes into cousin dear. I nibble on my father's neck and
inhale the man smell of him.

"Didn't I tell you," I whisper hotly into my Dad's ear as I swing around on
to his lap so he can fuck me, "didn't I tell you she likes big ones?"

Slowly, he pushes upward and forces his cock in me. Even after a year, he
still hurts me a little bit. I'm getting used it, but still the first
minute or so feels like my lips are stretched to the limit and I'm being
entered by a huge snake. My center is filled by the penetration. He's made
himself well lubricated and soon my body is awash with familiar animal
pleasure. Riding my father's cock like a hobby horse, Daddy's dick in me
now feels as good as ever, maybe the best.

I must ask him now, before we loose control. "Dad?" I whisper softly. He
falls quiet and stops pushing to listen to me.

"Humm?"

"Dad, did you ever do this...did you ever do this...with another guy?

"Humm?"

...did you ever, like, do this with Junior, huh?"

Pause.

There, I said it.

I feel tension from his body immediately in my cunt and before he speaks I
know the answer. We're quiet for awhile.

"Well, Niki,"... he exhales..."O Niki..." he sighs. He says my name several
times and I can feel his cock softening in me. Then he continues in a
matter of fact tone: "Its not something we decided to keep from you."
There's another long pause while he lets this sink in.

"Junior was in the seventh grade when he and another boy fooled
around. They screwed each other's ass. It must have bothered him because he
came to me to ask about it. He thought because he enjoyed it so much he was
queer.

"Who's the kid?" I ask.

"Stephen. Remember him?"

"Yeah, cute. He goes to Stuyvesant now."

My father goes on to explain how he reassured my brother and told that he
himself did the same with boys at around the same age as Junior, and that
even in college Dad and his roommate used to relieve the tension of the day
by jerking each other off, or sucking one another, and even fucking if they
were aroused enough.

"Wow" I think. All of this is a revelation to me. Dad sucking cock. Getting
fucked by another boy. You tend to think your parents never had a sex life
when they were kids, at least so I thought in my dad's case. We've got lots
of pictures of him when he was a very cute 12 year old. I'm sure all the
girls at school got wet panties over him.

He goes on to tell me that he and junior had sex only a few times. The
first time, Junior was sixteen.

"Niki, you have no idea how attractive he was, all spermy and glowing and
so full of beautiful life."

What? Hello? I have to remind Dad that of course I know. I, too, was doing
sex with him when he was sixteen.

"Doesn't he have the most magnificent dick and balls?" my father exclaims
proudly. What a family! I find it weird to be talking to my father about my
brother this way.

"I love his body," I hear myself say, "all that swimming."

"Yeah, that's why his ass is so great."

"I guess you know," I say in ironic tones. At this my dad blushes, the
first time I seen him do so in years.

"Well," he says, "we never decided to hide it from you. Your mother
knows. I told her after the first time. I guess he had his own reasons for
not telling you."

I muse on this for awhile. I'm a little peeved that I wasn't in on this bit
of family history but decide to tell my feelings later. Still, I wonder
what other secret rooms in our relationships I might not know about. Now,
one thing is clear to me: I want to be part of it. I want the three of us
together. I want to see what they do, slut that I am. I coo in Dad's ear
and nibble on his delicious earlobe, give his neck little bites again. He
quickly gets as hard as before. Visions of the two males in my family
having sex brings me off fast. Him too. I get off dad's rod just in time to
watch him blast his magnificent sperm all over both of us. I look at the
pearly drops on our skin and say quietly, "I came from that."

Mom returns early Sunday. It's good to have her back. Dad and Junior are
chipper all day and the three of us go out to dinner on 2nd Avenue while
she recovers from jet lag. Over our fabulous dessert Dad gets all
mysterious like and says that next weekend--late Friday--we'd all four of
us be going to Martha's V, to our place, for a "special" three nights
together. I get the point right away and it makes my pussy quiver, but
Junior, slower, starts to protest he wants to make other plans. Our young
attractive waitress comes just then with the check. She knows Dad's
importance and gives him an elaborate display of charm which he just soaks
up. During this flirtation and as Dad watches the cute ass of the waitress
as she walks away, I murmur an aside to my brother: "Junior, the key word
here is special. 'Special,' get it?"

My brother's face lights up: "Oh!" Junior exclaims, "Sure, Yeah! I want to
too." Done!

The week drags. School starts to ramp up as our teachers pile on the work
as if to justify the heavy tuition. No prob. I can handle it. Most of
private school is all show anyway.  Finally, on Friday I cut my last two
classes (with permission), catch the limo waiting on us outside school, and
head for the airport. In the car my brother chats me up about my classes
and shares some new gossip, but nothing sensational. Going over the bridge,
he claps his hands behind his head and scrunches further down into the
glove soft leather.

" 'shame Amanda can't go with us," he says, looking out over the river.

"Yea, why?"

"Well, this is going to be a "special" weekend, right?"

The flight gets us down in time to have a fabulous lobster dinner at the
Black Dog, after which we each crawl into our beds. I can't speak for the
others, but I usually end my day by masturbating, and that's how I send
myself off to dreamland.

Dad had called ahead to Gus the caretaker to stock the refrigerator so next
morning we have one of Dad's great breakfasts. Mom is in a great mood since
she's in the middle of five days of comp time without any demands hanging
over her. A rest cure she calls it.

Later, we head out to the boat. It's a bright and sparkling day and after
the early morning breeze dies down, pretty warm in the sun. As we clear the
harbor articles of clothing are shed. Mom looks fabulous: her training and
careful diet keep her trim and tight. We're all blessed with wonderful
skin, she most of all. I study her womanly shape more carefully and realize
how closely my figure follows hers. Men all over the United States see her
on television and want to fuck her. They write her letters saying so. In
just her sunglasses and pink thong she looks like a model, which in
highschool she once was, displaying teen fashions. Lucky Dad, lucky
brother. After enough sun to maintain her tan, she throws on a turquoise
shirt, which she doesn't button. I can see her beautiful tits all firm and
pointy when the shirt falls open first on one side, then the other,
following the motion of the boat.

Junior's at the helm in just his Speedos, the "special" ones he can't wear
at school. They're baby blue and too small for him, plus he's cut out the
inner panel so the suit is so sheer it looks sprayed on. To be wearable at
all his large cock has to rest in them sideways. His balls are nicely
outlined. He might as well be naked: it'd be more comfortable!

Not to be unduly modest, I've shed everything except baseball cap,
sunglasses, and sneakers.

Dad is below fixing drinks and when I go down to help him all he has on is
a green polo shirt. The motion of the swell seems to have made him swell
and his long dick swings very provocatively. In the cramped galley space I
position myself in front of him and instantly I feel his dick nestle into
my ass. Our family has never fucked on the boat (as far as I know) and I
think how decadent it would be to do so. But since this is a "special"
trip, some plan has been made for us so I'm not going to be the one to
start anything: it might spoil the agenda.

The rest of the sail is leisurely and erotic. I throw on a terry shorty and
as we lounge and enjoy the drinks, letting the boat drift, my father tells
a few smutty jokes, mom speculates on the sexual skills and physical assets
of some of her on-air colleagues, both male and female.  With a little bit
of prompting from us, Junior tells of the sexual proclivities of his
current bedmate, a girl at school named Jennifer; news: she likes to be
tied down. I'm not surprised. It's always the sweet-looking Jennifers who
have all these steamy kinky desires. I chip-in with a brief rundown of the
romp of last weekend with Junior and Amanda, leaving out the last part. Its
not until the evening, at home, that the "specialness" of this
mini-vacation begins to unfold.

We order seafood take-out in, and then have drinks out on the deck. Our
place is so situated that 90 percent of the deck is private. We're naked as
we usually are when here, and stretched out on comfy-cushiony deck
chairs. The sun is way down low and that special summer light happens where
all the colors glow, and anything white looks fluorescent. Magic.

When Dad gets up to get more iced tea Mom asks for a refill also. He brings
her a new glass but instead of taking it, she puts an arm around his waist
and pulls him close. His back is to us but I see her head duck down and I
know what she's doing. So it starts. We watch. Junior's dick is straight up
and looks as hard as granite. My labia is swollen in no time and the tip of
my clit is pushed out between my lips.

"Handsome man getting his cock sucked by a beautiful woman" is all I can
think. She's really good at it, too. Despite myself I compare notes. She's
more active and works all sides, whereas I tend to work only on the
head. Well, anyone's mouth on my dad's dick seems to please him. His body
melts into a more fluid form.

Mom motions to Junior to come near. I take Junior's vacated seat to see the
action better. Mom rubs and massages and kneads her son's beautiful balls
and ass.  The two men's hands are not idle: Dad is rubbing his son's neck
and shoulders and my brother has his around his own dick, squeezing. He
makes fucking motions with his pelvis.

Here we are. This is a first. All four of us. A new chapter in our family
history.

Mom is straddled over the foot of her lounger with her thighs spread open
and I get closer by leaning on the cushion behind her. I slip my hands
around her slender waist and nuzzle my cheek against hers. She's still
sucking dad but now I'm close enough to take Junior into my mouth. I know
my brother can pop his nut very fast so I go slow and easy on him wanting
all this to last very long. Both men express their pleasure and approval
with grunts and moans and slow sensual body language. The daylight is
fading fast but there's enough candle light to take its place and bathe us
in warm glow. I wonder if the camera will take good shots without the
flash.

I release Junior from my mouth and whisper into Mom's ear. "Tell Junior to
suck him." She groans. I repeat my words, more insistently. "Tell him!"

She takes Dad's dick out of her mouth and holding it at the base she
"presents" it, saying to my brother: "Suck it. Suck his dick. Suck your
father's cock." Now, you have to realize my brother is a very handsome
dude, a star athlete and leading student desired by many girls at school,
proud and used to having his way, so to see him do this, to see him fall to
his knees and do as told is very exciting to me. The sight of him sucking
his own father is a gratifying experience for me. I have done the same,
yes, but to see my father and his son like this satisfies my deep need to
transgress sexual norms

Mom shows me how to increase Junior's pleasure. At her instruction I
lubricate my middle finger and work it up into his ass carefully, but push
as far as I can go, feeling for a glad that, if I stimulate it she says,
will almost by itself cause a boy to orgasm. I sort of heard about this but
wasn't sure it was true. I feel the part she means and my brother's
reaction tells me its true. Mom hunches down in front of Junior's dick and
opens her mouth just in time because I make Junior pop in moments this new
way. Me and my mom's team work makes me feel very accomplished.

Pleased with myself, I stretch out on the deck and see the last rays of
daylight fade from the big puffy clouds over head. Then, they disappear all
together because Mom gets over me on all fours and lowers her cunt an inch
from my lips. To encourage me I feel her wet warm tongue on my clit,
pushing against it insistently. I take a taste. Oh mom, you taste just like
me. Your smell is so sweet. I came from you. You gave me life here between
your legs.

One of the others, I think my brother, tries to get his dick in her. She
spreads and lifts more so he can, and I get a pillow pushed under my
neck. Yes, it's brother dear. Now both her children are at the source. Fuck
her, brother! Fuck her hard! I can taste and smell you both and it makes me
wild. I hear mom moaning like and animal. Barely in control, she tells Dad
to come around and put his dick in her mouth.

I gets hard to say what happens now.

A dream-like state starts to come over me. All four of us are
connected. Connected for the first time. I could die happy right now. I see
faces of girls and boys I know and I think smugly "See. You haven't done
this." These thoughts then melt and all I feel are colors and shapes, and
the most intense sensual experience energized by every nerve ending in my
skin. I seem to loose the boundaries of my body and begin to merge with the
three other beings, my family, seeing them and knowing what they are doing
and thinking, and what they know inside. Its like I've become them and
we're one being, one animal, not only members of a family but one sexual
body with four sets of genitals. I know them now as they know themselves,
their closest secrets and desires. Revealed to me in this unspoken way is
knowledge that my father once raped a girl; that my mother likes to piss on
the young men she fucks, that my brother sometimes likes give and feel pain
when he has
 sex. Secrets like these. And my little secrets: what do they know of me?
Do they know what I let that dog do to me? Do they know the sight of a
horse's cock gets me so intensely aroused that's why I've never ridden?

All I can do is list the things that are happening. My thoughts can no
longer keep themselves too organized. They aren't really thoughts at all,
just "things." Some very very deep level of animal being is being entered.

I lick my mother's cunt and feel like the infant I was emerging from that
spot. She licks me as I use my tongue on my brother's ass. My father sucks
Junior while Mom--it's really happening--fucks her son with a strap on. She
gives it to me and I wear it, fucking her ass with it, then brother sucks
it, and finally I fuck my father as he lay face down on the lounger. More,
but I can't go on. I must to stop. The words for what we are doing are
breaking up and slipping away. I don't know how anymore.

All that remains is Unity.



(What keeps me interested in writing are the comments I receive from
readers. If you enjoyed this story, please tell me what you enjoyed, what
exactly turned you on. And feel free to suggest a story line for the next
episode. Thank you. Julian.)

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