Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2010 16:59:14 -0500
From: R.J. Josh Maxwell <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Milk pt 6

The only repercussions from my dad about Ethan and me came the next day
when he told me I shouldn't hog up the couch.

"I know you used to have the couch before Margie and the kids moved in," he
told me with an arm over the backs of my shoulders, "but you have brothers
and sisters now. You need to let them have the couch sometimes."

That was it. That's all he said.



Then one night, only a couple of weeks later, I almost crapped in my pants
at supper.

"Why is it," Margie asked, "that you girls wait on your older brothers
hand-and-foot at breakfast, but I can't even get you to set the table for
them at night?"

Ethan glanced at me. I kept my eyes down.

"Maybe they're more awake at breakfast," Dad joked.

"Our daughters? You're kidding, right?"

Dad took a bite of food and glanced at the girls. "Do they set the table
for the boys in the morning?" he asked.

Mom shrugged. "No. They wait on them. They bring them their milk every
morning... "

Anna flushed red. Ellie and Ethan went pale. My cheeks burned. Lizzie
glanced at Ellie, and Ellie frowned and gave Lizzie a quick shake of the
head.

Mom prattled on. The rest of us kept our eyes down. I didn't dare look at
Dad. If he'd ever read that chapter on the Maasai sexual practices, and
remembered it... I stifled a shudder.



Nothing came of that "milk" conversation. It certainly didn't slow
Ellie. Ellie was an imp anyway. Only a few days later, when I came down to
breakfast, Margie had stacked bowls, spoons, milk, fruit, juice, toast, and
cereal in the middle of the table as she usually did. Two bowls had been
used, and Margie was just getting up from her's. I figured the other had
been Dad's.

Mom kissed my forehead. I was only in my boxers, but underwear was normal
for us kids at breakfast. Margie was in a short robe; her white silk
one. She always looked sexy in that short robe of hers, and she looked fine
that morning. She had showered -- her auburn hair was still damp -- and if
she had anything on under the robe, it was only panties and a bra.

I took a seat, and watched her back as she took the used dishes to the
sink. My dick started to thicken... over my stepmom. I quickly took a bowl
and poured in cereal.

Ellie appeared at the kitchen door. Margie's back was to her, so she didn't
see when Ellie grinned at me and pulled up the sleep shirt she had on to
show me that she wasn't wearing any panties. She thrust her hairless little
pussy at me from the doorway, grinning wickedly, then dropped her shirt
back down and came into the kitchen.

"Hi, Mommy!" she called out brightly as she came around the table. She
squeezed between the table and me to back onto my lap.

Margie glanced over back over her shoulder and smiled. "Morning, baby," she
said.

Ellie wiggled onto my lap and picked up a spoon, then scooped a spoonful
from my cereal bowl. Margie turned back to the sink and Ellie quickly took
a bite and shifted, pulling out her shirt from under her butt so that her
bare bottom was in my lap. She dropped her shirt back down so that it
covered us. My dick had already begun to rise in my boxers because of
Margie. Now it grew quickly hard under Ellie.

Mom glanced back at us again. "Ellie, you should let your brother eat his
cereal in peace."

"Our cereal," Ellie corrected. "We're sharing."

I reached around Ellie to get my own scoop of cereal to let Mom know she
didn't need to chase Ellie from my lap for me to eat. I liked Ellie there.

When Mom turned back to the sink, Ellie quickly thrust her hand under her
bottom and into the fly of my boxers. She pulled my boned-up cock from
inside my boxers and tugged it hard up between her legs. Backing her bottom
into my belly, she pulled my boner up against her pussy and closed her legs
to hold it there; then spread her shirt back down. I felt the fabric of her
shirt over the end of my dick, and I smirked when I imagined how weird the
tent in her lap would look under the table.

But then I oozed precum, and worried about the wet spot I was making.

Margie finished at the sink and leaned back against the counter. She smiled
on us. "I'm so glad you all get along so well," she said happily. "Ellie,
you really love your older brother, don't you?"

Ellie nodded, chewing a mouthful of cereal. "Um-hm," she mumbled.

I took a spoonful of cereal, pretending that I was actually interested in
eating.

Margie glanced at her watch. "Oh, crap!" she exclaimed. "I'm late."

As soon as she was gone from the kitchen, Ellie rose up in my lap. She
rubbed the damp end of my cock in her slit and my dick made more
precum. She worked my glans into her little vagina and slid slowly down
onto it. As she settled into my lap, she spread her shirt bottom to cover
us and then wiggled her bottom down.

I squeezed her belly and she turned with a grin and whispered beside my
ear, "Lizzie and I were rubbing each other and I heard you go by. So I told
Lizzie to go back to sleep and I came down here so we can fuck."

"Shssh!" I whispered. "I can't believe we're doing this while Mom is still
home."

Ellie giggled and wiggled her bottom in my lap again.



We grew quiet instantly. Ellie circled her bottom in my lap, and I wrapped
my arms around her belly. Ellie leaned her head back onto my shoulder. Her
soft cheek was beside my jaw. I slid the fingers of my right hand down her
belly and between her legs. I found her clit and the top of her slit and
began rubbing around it. Ellie moaned softly and hugged my left arm across
her chest.

We froze a moment later as we heard Margie's shoes on the hardwood floor of
the hallway. Quickly, we grabbed up our spoons and took bites of cereal.

Margie leaned in. "Bye, bye, kids. I'll see you this afternoon. Oh, and
David, remember that you or Ethan have to stick around today. Anna's
already left with Jennifer's family for the beach."

"Okay," I nodded numbly, then jumped because Ellie squeezed my dick with
her pussy muscles.

"Oh, hiccup!" I murmured for Margie, then I made my dick jerk inside
Ellie. That made her wiggle on it, but Margie was already gone.

When we heard the backdoor shut, I pulled up the front of Ellie's shirt to
feel the warm skin of her flat chest and belly with my hands. I pulled her
back with my left arm across her chest and shoved the fingers of my right
hand down between her legs. Her pussy lips had stretched thin around my
dick. Her clit was a hard little nub that almost touched the underside of
my cock where it disappeared up inside her. I teased her clit lightly with
my fingers, and under my cock. Ellie moaned and covered the back of my hand
with her palm. Her bottom rocked in my lap and I pushed my pelvis and dick
upward for her to wiggle on.

I obviously wasn't worried about the other kids walking in. I mean, we'd
all been sexing together anyway, and none of them were likely to be up
yet. I just hugged Ellie back to my belly, nuzzled the back of her head,
rubbed around her little clit, and let her do the work of grinding my cock
up into her pussy. Her vagina was so snug on my dick and her nine-year-old
muscles firm enough down there, that I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the
sensations over my glans and shaft.

Ellie pulled off her shirt. She stopped rocking and eased up off my dick. I
knew what she wanted, and I wasn't surprised when she turned around to face
me. She pulled my boxers down. Then she straddled my lap, and, aiming my
dick up to her pussy, she wiggled onto it. Once she was all the way down
into my lap, she wrapped her arms around my chest, and I wrapped mine
around her back, and we were belly-to-belly.

Ellie liked the position. She liked rocking on my cock and rubbing her clit
onto my pube-covered pubic bone. She liked us to hug on to each other while
I was inside her. She liked the way I cupped her butt or stroked her back,
and the way I rubbed my cheek on the top of her head or kissed her. She
liked that she could bounce when she got excited and things got juicy
around my cock.

We were getting good together, and that morning, It got better and
better. I grabbed her butt as she bounced. I leaned back, closed my eyes,
and made little buckings up into her. She clutched my shoulders and started
whimpering and bouncing hard. She bounced up an inch or two and tensed. Her
pussy squeezed my dick tightly and held as her body went all rigid. That
pushed me over, and for a moment, we didn't breathe, we didn't move. The
only thing moving between us was my dick, pulsing and squirting inside her.

Ellie shuddered and moved her hips slowly, forward and back. We pressed the
sides of our faces together and I squeezed out a couple of last drops. I
took a deep, shuddering breath, and then we just relaxed, holding one
another until my dick slipped from inside her. She hugged me hard and I
gave her a firm hug back.



We finished eating, naked, and then cleaned up the cum that had dripped out
on both of us. I pulled my boxers back up and Ellie put her shirt back
on. We did our dishes, and I headed for the stairs to go up and get
dressed.

"David," my dad called from his study.

I froze. What was he doing home? The bottom fell from my stomach.

Reluctantly, I went to the door to his study. It was open, and he was
sitting at his desk.

"Sit down, David," he said. "We need to talk."

"What are you doing home?" I asked. My voice squeaked, the way it sometimes
does with fourteen-year-old boys. I sat down in one of the arm chairs in
front of his desk and hugged myself down into it, wanting to be small.

"I decided to work from home to get some things done," he said, leaning
back. He made a little tent with his fingers and put them to his lips,
studying me. Dad wasn't even forty yet, but he could be a really serious
dude sometimes. "When I heard noises from the kitchen," he said, "I went to
look."

I really wished I could just go ahead and die right then.

"I should have trusted my instincts," he said. "When I found my book on the
Maasai open on my desk to the chapter on sexual practices, and then later,
when I heard that your sisters were offering you milk. But I thought, 'no
way!'. And when it was obvious that you and Ethan were experimenting
together sexually, I thought your interests lay with him."

His eyes studied mine. I dropped my eyes.

"All three sisters?" he asked quietly.

I swallowed hard, and gave a quick nod.

"Ethan, too? I mean, has he also had sex with his sisters?"

When I didn't answer, he nodded. "I'll take that as a yes."

Dad studied me silently for a moment. It's not always comfortable having an
anthropologist for a father.  An anthropologist studies you.

"Well," he said thoughtfully, "at least none of the girls are old enough
yet for us to worry about them becoming pregnant." He rocked slowly in his
desk chair. "Ellie seemed to be enjoying herself, so I'm assuming her
participation was voluntary. You haven't forced any of the girls to have
sex, have you?"

My eyes went big. "No! Dad! Really. They're the ones that started it... I
mean, Ellie brought me milk and then Anna did, and then they put Lizzie up
to it."

"And how did they get the idea that bringing milk to you boys was an
invitation to sex?"

I swallowed and looked away. "Ellie was being an ass one day, and I showed
her the book, just to like, blow her away."

"And she wound up doing the blowing away."

I glanced at Dad. He looked away and suppressed a smile. Then he looked
back at me. "You were already having sex with Ethan?"

I nodded.

"You still have sex with Ethan?"

"Ethan's different," I told him. "I... he... well, he's different."

Dad smiled more gently. "You boys like each other," he said, more than
asked. He glanced at my eyes. "Your sisters seem to like you, too."

I nodded.

"Well," he said with a sigh, "I'm going to have to talk to Margie about
this. We need to establish some rules. All of you are going to be teenagers
before long."

Rules, I thought; rules like don't you ever again... "Wait... what?" I
asked. "Rules?"

"Yeah, rules," Dad said. "We'll talk more, later. Close the door on the way
out." He looked down at the papers on his desk as he dismissed me, but his
hand went under his desk and I could tell he adjusted his crotch.

You don't tend to think of your dad as a sexual being, but I had the sudden
distinct feeling that he was about to jack off, once I closed the door.

I stood there, at the door a moment. Dad and I had been through a lot
together because of my real mom and the divorce and all. I loved him. And
it wasn't like he was old or fat or anything. Dad was a great looking guy.

"Dad," I said quietly. "Would you like me to do something for you? I
mean... if you've got a boner or something... like I do with Ethan?"

Dad flushed and pulled his hand back up from under the desk. "No!" he said
bruskly.

I left, closing the door behind me. I leaned back against it. My head was
swimming. My dad hadn't killed me over sexing with my stepsisters. I was
confused as to what he was thinking, but he hadn't killed me. And shit, I
had just propositioned my dad. What had I done? I swallowed hard. He might
indeed kill me for that one.

I took a step toward the stairs and the door opened behind me.

"David?"

I turned back. Dad stepped out and pulled me into a hug. I felt his
erection though he tried to keep it back. "I love you son," he said,
patting my back. "That was a kind offer. I know that. And yeah, I did get
worked up seeing you and your little sister, but I'll be fine. I don't
swing that way." He rocked me in his arms and kissed the top of my
head. But when I hugged him more tightly so that his erection pressed my
belly, he turned me toward the stars and popped my bottom. "Now go."

And yet, I didn't take two steps up the stairs when Dad called me back
again. He was frowning. "Tell me," he said, "y ou haven't done anything
with the twins, have you?"

I frowned. "Ethan and I didn't start that. That was Ellie."

Dad groaned and went back into his study. "Five years old," he murmured.

"They won't tell anyone," I assured him. "They promised and they won't."

Dad's door closed.


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