Family Room

He was reading a newspaper and I was reading a book. My kid brother was playing game on TV. Curled next to him on the couch reading some new novel, a teen romance from the school library. My appetite for them seems insatiable to him as he peers sidelong at her over the top of his reading glasses, pretending to read the paper as he stares possessively at my long tanned legs, so smooth and brown, stretching sideways away from his body, out from under one of his t-shirts that I have adopted as a nightgown; he smiles as he watches me, lost in my book, twirling one

long brown strand of hair around the end of my finger, brushing the soft ends across my mouth, my shoulder resting soft and warm against his elbow his penis longs to feel more of my young firm but supple body snuggled against him, it is still so eager to explore the blossoming fruit of my loins, so recently unfolding before it's very eyes.

The brother is lying face down on the floor at their feet, absorbed in some television program involving lots of grinding metal and squealing tires and machine gun fire, a reward for finishing his homework and helping clean up after dinner. The little sister has been packed off to bed an hour ago, already asleep.

He enjoys these times with the family, he has grown accustomed to the empty spot in his bed since she left them, a long time ago now, he thinks, almost a year. And as a girl, the delightful creature so warm and soft, so close... she has become a welcome comfort...

He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the my attention, and I does not disappoint, I turns

My head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across my lip he smiles down at me and rests the paper in his lap to pet my soft

silky locks, running his arm down the side of my ody, my exposed skin cool to his touch I snuggles against him closing my book, tossing it lightly onto the brother's back.

"Hey!" the brother does not turn to look at the two figures on the couch, merely twists, irritated, shrugging the book onto the floor,

shouts at the TV as the bad guys apparently are gaining the advantage...

I smiles up at him again, a smirking, mischievous grin, giggles softly, snakes a delicate hand under the newspaper. He moans softly

as his penis swells expectantly, hugs me closer to him, sliding his hand down the smooth cool length of my hip, stroking possessively

running his rough worn hand down the side of my firm young calf, marveling at the feminine combination of strength and delicateness; I reache my other hand into the space between his back and the couch, and he moans softly -- I giggles wickedly and slips my hand lower, down into the back of his sweatpants, tickling his buttocks, wiggling a slender finger into the crack of his ass, stroking the hair between his cheeks, somehow always freshly amazed at how hairy he is.

Unable to suppress a grunt of pleasure he is thankful the television is so loud, the boy so engrossed... He would have to admit he enjoys

this wicked game they have played almost nightly since finally consummating their forbidden lust, pushing each other to gasp and betray their sexual arousal in front of one or the other of her younger siblings... He strokes his hand up the back of my legs, pushing up the back of my t-shirt -- his day-old t-shirt; I have been swiping them from his laundry, she says they smell of their passion and remind me of him when I Sam alone in bed after his visits.

My buttocks are fully exposed to the lewd attention of his roaming hand, should little brother happen to turn around from his program,

but he watches even the commercials, and it is her turn to gasp as his strong warm hand cups my left cheek I nestles half-prone, snuggling

comfortably against his side; he barely manages to suppress my girlish giggle as I sticks her tongue out at him, whispering ribald suggestions as his thick fingers push down between my buttocks, groping forward to brush at the downy fuzz sprouting on my plump young pussy.

I increase the intensity of my own groping under cover of newspaper, slipping my hand into the privacy of his pants boldly grasping the stiff hard flesh sprouting from his hairy bush; they are

now whispering and giggling, grunting and pawing at each other's genitals; writhing in the beginnings of a bold passion he has turned to face me, the newspaper cast to the carpet his monstrous erection making a tent of the front of his sweats I have crawled into his lap

and is rotating my pussy around the head of his prick, exulting in the feel of rubbery hard flesh pressing soft fleece against my throbbing clit, the fat head of his penis pushing hungrily, eagerly, at the opening of my young cunt I am staining the soft fabric with my slippery wet juices pre-cum oozing from the eye of his prick soaking through from the other side I suck hungrily at his mouth, pulling at his lower lip the stiff bristles of his mustache tickling my nose, moving upward to slip my tongue along the roof of his

mouth, he thrusts his own tongue wetly back back against mine , licking and sucking at my face their tongues intertwine our hands roam frantically he gropes the front of my body through flimsy cotton jersey, plucking and grasping at the noticeable swelling around my plump nipples, I yanks up his t-shirt to run my fingers through the dense gray hair covering his firm chest, basking in his utter *maleness*, revealing in his *adulthood*.

He reaches behind my buttocks, pulling up the shirt that has slipped down around my hips to cover her nakedness, brushes a thick rough

finger gently against the tight little sphincter of her anus and I moan softly, lifting myself up on my knees, straddling his lap, reaching down between their undulating bodies their mouths still interlocked I pull at the front of his sweatpants --- his cock springs free and before he is aware of what is happening I have mounted him, fully impaled on his juicy stalk. My pussy clamps down on his shaft, he groaned and I also moaned with animalistic heat.

He moans, loudly, grunting feverishly as he feels my impossibly tight wet pussy sliding hotly down onto his thick shaft working my strong muscle my vagina grips him tightly, pulling and stroking him

continuously as I slide down onto him he groans, a jolt of pure electric pleasure traveling up and down the length of his cock as the head of his penis presses against the opening to my young womb, my smooth cool buttocks slapping against the hot hairy top of his thighs...

Suddenly, awkwardly aware of his sounds of animal pleasure echoing around the quiet room.

We turn toward the blank gray television set, gaze uncomfortably at the boy who is seated cross-legged in the middle of the floor staring

wide-eyed at the couch where I his sister is straddling his father's lap my hands on his shoulders, the t-shirt around my hips not quite

hiding the sight of the fat cock planted firmly in my cunt, spreading wide her pussy lips

I stare intently at my little brother, licking my lips wickedly, staring fixedly at the noticeable hard-on poking at the front of brother's pajama bottoms. I giggle fiendishly at him, he is only a year beneath her in school, but to her he acts as brat, and slowly, sensuously, still staring at her brother, I

raise my hips, my father's cockhead sliding away from the entrance to my womb I begins to ride the prick embedded in my twat -- the

father has closed his eyes, unable to resist the pleasure of my body and the two laugh wildly, uncontrollably, he lifts his hips up off the couch to stab up into my young body as I lowers my hips grinding towards his arching prick --

The boy sits transfixed, watching for a long moment as the two bodies meet in mid-air, undulating in an accelerating, animalistic fucking

frenzy. His small young cock is straining against the fly of his thin cotton pajamas and he races from the room red-faced, angry at being

laughed at, confused at the sensations the sight of their copulating has aroused in his own body...

I turns my attention back to the man whose cock she is sitting on, and I begin to ride my father hard, sliding up and down along

the length of the meat that is lustily prying open the intimate delights my young loins encompass my leg muscles are young and strong and I bobs the lower half of my body in a furious rhythm, meeting my father's upward thrusts in a violent mid-air collision.

I cannot help but cry out as waves of pleasure rise in her groin from the pressure on my clit the pleasure building deep inside my belly where the head of his prick is causing cascading waves of

ecstasy I twist my hips, finding that special spot for his cock-head to probe her passion grows in fury my cries resemble the wild noise of a rutting beast he is moaning nearly as loudly, grunting wildly as with each successive traversal of the penis in my vagina, I work my interior muscles, milking and stroking the hard muscle

that he is pounding wetly between my legs

The father is lost in his own pleasure, clutching me tightly against his chest, longing to feel my smooth nakedness against him there is no stopping this thing they have started there is no energy left to dis-robe me there is no part of his brain not overcome with raw pleasure he cannot contemplate the consequences of their blatant exhibitionism he can only thrust up into me beautiful young daughter, harder and more lustfully as I work his cock with my pussy muscles, their cries of lusty pleasure have become one voice and he can only thrust violently upward, spearing into me, his single goal in life to spew his seed up into my delicious, tight juicy cunt, exult in the sensation of the downy softness of my pretty pink mound as it sliding along his hairy belly in their reckless union.

Moaning, gasping, sweaty and exhausted, hoarse from their loud declarations of their passion, he believes he feels my pussy spasm against the surging pistoning length of his cock clutching at his shaft in violent orgasm he is too caught up in the pleasure coursing the length of his penis as he humps upward to be much aware of what I am experiencing... by the grin spreading across my face he is quite certain though that I enjoy it as much as he and he pumps his hips up off the couch his cock swelling, filling me completely spreading her to near-splitting his balls jerk and dance in their sack as their jism rumbles franticly surging the length of his shaft spewing out the tip of his prick sloshing wetly against the entrance of my mature womb dribbling out around his softening prick...

he humps more slowly, more gently, still hugging me against him as their bodies at last come to rest, exhausted, a tangled heap of sweat and body fluid lying crookedly exhausted on the couch in the family room.

We lie quietly together for a while, stroking each other in the warm afterglow of passion, though it is getting late, and we will both have to rise early, I have to catch the bus that I and little brother ride to the high school where I am in the 11th grade, he to make the long tiring commute to the City.

I rises slowly, his soft prick slipping from inside her, the t-shirt falling down around my hips as I reluctantly pulls myself off of his lap and away from the wet remains of their love-making, away from the incredible memory of pleasure now only suggested by his soft limp prick lying exposed between his legs, his sweatpants around his hips.

"I guess I better go to bed."

I glances sadly at him as he reclines,

exhausted, leaning contentedly back in the couch.

"There's room for you in my bed... if you want."

My brilliant smile lights his heart as he watches me go to the master bedroom down the hall for a little while to make love and to eat my sweet juices and cream and I will suck him again for my reward of delicious cream.

The End