Growing Up Fast
(Mm+/f+, teen, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

I heard splashing coming from somewhere up ahead. I was walking through woods; woods that now belonged to me. My recently deceased Uncle Charles had left me everything he owned as I was his only living relative. On this beautiful Spring afternoon only two days after my arrival here, I was hiking around the fifty acres that was now mine. That's when I heard the splashing sound.

I knew, from the time I had spent here as a boy, that there was a pond around somewhere. But it had been so many years since I had last spent any time on the place, that I couldn't remember exactly where it was. Quietly, I followed the sound. I stepped off of the footpath that I had been following and slipped into the dense woods. My old Army training came back to me as I avoided dry twigs and leaves. The splashing got louder and I could soon see a glint of sunlight bouncing on the surface of the pond. What was that sound? It was far to regular to be fish jumping or deer drinking. It had to be a human in the water. And no humans were supposed to be on MY property.

As I parted the limbs in front of me and continued quietly forward I heard the clear sound of girl's giggle followed by a shout of "Stop it, you turd!" I took one more step and could see the entire pond. From my vantage point in the shadows at the edge of the trees, I could see where the path would have led me if I had stayed on it. It came into an idyllic little clearing that led right to the waters edge. The floor of the clearing was covered in soft, fresh spring grass with a few flowers sprinkled about adding a dash of color to the green and brown. There were two piles of clothes about three feet from the pond and two lean bodies in the water splashing about and sending drops flying in the air to catch and reflect the brilliant sunlight.

I caught my breath. It was such a wonderful scene, so full of a certain raw primitiveness and innocence, that I was afraid that my very breathing would shatter what was surely an illusion. I began to notice details about the two children in the pond. And they were children. There was such a flail of arms and legs and water that I first I could not even determine what gender they were. But as the shouts and giggles floated to me in my hiding place, I soon realized it was a young boy and a young girl.

The girl broke away from the water fight and began to swim with strong sure strokes across the surface away from the other combatant. The boy stood up and yelled, "You're a chicken, Brandi! Come back and fight like a man!" He got no reply and stood there watching the girl swimming away. He was in water that only came to just above his knees and I could see, with something of a shock, that he was naked. He appeared to be about fourteen years old. He had dark, rather longish, hair plastered back from his forehead. He was slim but a certain edge to his musculature foretold a stocky body to come.

He stood watching the girl with his arms crossed and one leg cocked so that I could see his penis and testicles. He had, what seemed to me, to be a extremely large cock for someone of his apparent age, and dark curly around surrounding his hanging ballsac. It seemed, though it was hard to tell from where I was hidden, that he was either just getting or just losing an erection. His whole attitude said that he was completely comfortable in nothing but his skin.

"Chicken," he yelled again and turned toward the shore. He plopped down on the ground next to one of the piles of clothing and picked up a tee shirt. He dried his hands a bit on the shirt and fished a pack of cigarettes out of the jeans that were lying there, and lit up.

I looked back at the pond and saw that the girl was returning to this side of the pond. As she swam almost right in front of me, I could tell that she had long red hair and the pale complexion that so often went with it. And she, too, was totally naked. As she got to the shallow water she stood up. As the water sluiced off of her young, white body, my breath caught in my throat again. She had one of the most beautiful bodies I had ever seen. Now, let me say right now; I had never in my life been physically attracted to little girls. In fact, I had spent quite a bit of time in a nudist camp during a couple of breaks from school where I had seen naked people people of all ages on a daily basis. And even though I had turned a lecherous eye on some of the women there (and to tell the truth, some of the teenage girls as well) I had never thought of the scores of naked children as anything but children. Period. But, my God, this girl in front of me now was absolutely perfect. She looked to be about twelve. Long,coltish with just a hint of roundness at calves and thighs. They tapered into a well rounded, tight little ass. Her stomach was hard and flat and on her chest were two beautiful, tiny breasts just budding into womanhood. Her nipples, the pinkest I had ever seen, were puckered and very erect from the cold water. I could feel a tenseness in my groin as I watched her, amazed at my own physical reaction to this little red-haired beauty.

She moved through the water toward shore with a gracefulness that no twelve-year old should possess.

"Gimme a drag, big brother" she said, sitting down cross leg next to the boy.

"Get your own," he replied tossing the pack of smokes at her. She lit a cigarette and inhaled in a way that told me she was an old hand at this.

And then I really got a shock. The boy laid back on the grass with his arms beneath his head and said, "How about a blowjob, Sis?"

You could have knocked me over with the proverbial feather. I was even more astounded when she said, "Let me get a couple more drags first."

"Okay," he said and reached one hand down and lightly began to finger his balls and cock. His prick began to grow from the attention and his sister watched while he got hard.

In just a moment she had flicked her cigarette away and moved onto her knees between the boy's now spread legs. She supported her weight on one hand while the other flipped her still wet hair out of her way. She reached down and grasped her brother's cock. Slowly she moved her hand up and down the shaft watching it grow even more, seemingly mesmerized. The boy was fully erect now, and indeed, he had an immense prick that looked to be nearly nine inches long! For a kid his age, I'm surprised the girls didn't run for cover. It reached more than halfway to his knees. The girl moved her head downward toward the straining member, pushed her tongue out and licked upward the full length of her brother's pole. She continued to stroke his cock with her hand while her tongue wetted every square inch of it's surface. The boy groaned loudly.

The girl looked up and smiled, her hand still moving on the rigid shaft. "You like that, don't you, Mark?"

"You know damn well I do," he said through clenched teeth.

She put her head back down and slowly eased the tip of his waiting prick past her pretty pink lips. Mark groaned again and, as if this spurred her on, the little girl slid her wet, warm mouth slowly down the length of his young manhood. She began bobbing her head up and slowly, her hand never losing it's grip on the hard, smooth shaft.

Her head would come up and the head of the boy's cock would nearly pop out of her mouth. Then, at the last possible moment, she would make her descent again, swallowing all of him until his sparse pubic hair was against her face.

I knew grown women that didn't have the technique that this little girl was exhibiting. Goddamn, she was a real pro. I was as hard as rock watching her. My jeans were stretched tight across my own, painfully erect prick. I couldn't believe that I was seeing such a little girl giving such an expert blow job. And the fact that she was sucking her own brother's cock somehow made it even more exciting.

Mark was groaning louder now, and his hips thrust rhythmically at his sister's face. She never missed a beat. She just sped her tempo up to match his thrusts, taking every inch that he cared to stuff in her mouth. I could tell from their performance that they had lots of practice at this.

They were turned at such an angle that the girl's sweet little behind was pointed almost directly toward me. They way she was bent over her brother's groin made her pussy lips protrude from between the tops of her thighs. Even her pussy was perfect. As I watched from the shadows, she spread her legs. As her labia parted I could see the soft coral folds of her young cunt. And I could tell by the way the sunlight was reflecting, she was wet! This little girl was really getting hot sucking her brother's cock. How I wanted to rush up behind her and lick that dew from her young snatch. I settled for taking my own prick out of my pants. I started to stroke my prick in time with the girl's blow job, fantasizing that it was me on the receiving end of her talented mouth. Her hand came away from the boy's pole and she reached between her own legs. I saw her middle finger snake around almost her to puckered little asshole. She drug it back between the folds of her sex and I could tell that she was applying her moisture to her clit. Her hand began stroking between her legs keeping time with mouth. I couldn't really see her finger on her clit, only the moist pink lips of her pussy as they got wetter, but I could well imagine what she was doing. Her head moved up and down on her brother's prick while her hand stroked her pussy and my own hand pounded furiously at my swollen prick. It was as if we were locked together keeping the same rhythm. She sped the assault on her cunt and kept time on the prick in her mouth. I kept pace with them, all of us heading toward climax.

The boy's thrusts became wilder. He moaned loudly and said, "Suck my cock, Brandi! Oh, goddamn, you're the best!"

I saw him tense, stop his bucking hips. He lay with his back arched completely off the ground, fists clenched at his sides. Brandi moved her head faster on his prick. She used the hand with which she had been supporting herself to grasp his cock never slowing the other hand on her pussy.

Mark gave one last thrust as he began to cum. Brandi never slowed her ministrations. Mark would thrust into her mouth releasing another hot torrent of sperm and she would move to meet him taking it all in her mouth. Watching this little girl swallowing her brother's jism was too much for me. My nuts tightened and I began to spray stream after stream of sticky white cum wishing that it was me pumping it into the red-head's waiting throat. As Mark's convulsions began to subside, Brandi's began. She never took the cock from her mouth but I could tell her concentration was between her own legs, not his. Her hand moved as fast as it could and her hips began to pump up and down, as if she were riding a hard cock instead of her own finger. My own spasms were slowing down, but I thought her's would never end. Her adolescent hips bucked and and her hand plunged. Finally she raised her her head from her brother's groin, threw her head back and groaned, "Ooooohhhhhhh!" as a last powerful shudder ran down the length of her body.  Her hand stopped it's motion but remained between her legs as little orgasmic aftershocks coursed through her body. Slowly her legs went out from under her and she slid to the ground. She lay between Mark's legs, her head pillowed on his thigh. She had one hand still between her legs and the other still holding his softening cock. The pair lay there, eyes closed, breathing returning to normal. They looked so beautiful there in that setting. The afternoon sun gave a glow to their skins and the birds were singing for them.

I continued to watch as I put my prick (now soft) back in my pants, still being as quiet as possible. For a minute I thought they had both gone to sleep then I saw Brandi rouse. She leaned over and kissed the soft penis in her hand. "I love to suck your prick, Mark," she said. "Is anything else that much fun?"

"Not that I've found!" he laughed.

Brandi rolled away from her brother and said, "Think I can finish a cigarette now?"

"Sure," he replied getting up on his elbows. "Throw me one, too."

"Get you own," she laughed, throwing the pack at him.

They sat smoking in silence for minute then she said, "I wonder who's going to get this place now that Charles is dead." When the boy didn't answer, she continued, "I sure miss him, don't you? He was a great guy."

"Yeah, he sure was. I think he had a nephew. He'll probably get the place... or sell it."

"No, he's not going to sell it," I said loudly, stepping from my hiding place. They both came about nine inches off the ground. The girl grabbed a shirt and tried to cover herself while the boy jumped to his feet, clothes in hand looking around wildly as if to find an escape route.

I started laughing and said, "Calm down, calm down... you're not in trouble!"

The boy quit swiveling his head around but did not look calm. He watched as I walked around the edge of the pond toward the little clearing. The girl was busy pulling a tee shirt over her head but still sat on the ground.

"Who... who are you?" he asked.

"Name's Jason Brock. Charles was my uncle so, as of a week ago, this is my property that you're on. So I suppose I should be the one to ask 'who are you?'"

The boy told me that he was Mark Whelan and the girl was his sister Brandi. He went on to explain rapidly that my uncle had let them use the pond whenever they wanted to. He said that they didn't know anyone had moved into the place yet and had wanted to take advantage of the beautiful spring day and get a little swimming in.

"A little skinny-dipping, you mean," I said with a smile.

Up to this point Brandi had not said a word. Now in a quiet voice she asked, "How long have you been watching us?"

I decided to play dumb. The kids were embarrassed enough as it was. "Oh, I just now walked up," I lied. She seemed to be relieved and smiled crookedly for the first time.

I asked them where they lived. Mark explained that their parents had a farm that adjoined my property. Their house was about two miles from mine by way of the road but less than a half a mile or so as the crow flies. They had known Charles practically since they were born  and apparently he had given them the run of the place.

My initial estimate had been nearly correct. Mark was 14 and Brandi was eleven (she would be twelve in June.) They also had another brother and sister, twins, that had just turned nine.

While Mark and I talked, Brandi gathered her jeans and stood up. The tee shirt that she had pulled on was one of those big baggy things that so many of the girls liked to wear. I was a little disappointed to see it come down to just above her knees. She turned her back to me to pull on her pants and I was hoping to get another glimpse of the exquisite little round ass. But it was not to be.

Mark started to pull on his clothes, as well. "I guess we better be going," he said.

"Okay," I replied. "And listen, you kids just keep right on swimming down here if you want to. Hell, I may join you sometime!" They both grinned at that. "And stop by the house anytime you want. I don't know a soul around here and it would be nice to see a friendly face every once in awhile."

"Alright, Mr. Brock," Mark said.

"Let's cut out that 'Mister' crap right now, Mark," I said. "I'm Jason... just Jason."

"Okay, Jason," they chorused, then turned and took off through the woods.

I walked back toward my new house replaying the scene in my head. That slim little girl sucking cock like a pro. I started to get hard again just thinking about it. When I reached the house I shook my head to clear the mental images. I had too much to do to be thinking about sexy little eleven-year old sucking off their brothers.

As I said I inherited 50 acres and a house. Also, they were a number of outbuildings on the premises and one big old barn that was locked up. I still hadn't found the keys to it. I was in the process of doing an inventory of the property to see just what Charles had left me. It was dull work digging through the remnants of someone else's life, but it had to be done. I already knew that Uncle Charles had left me enough money that I would probably never need to work again. I wasn't a Rockefeller or anything, but I wasn't hurting either.

I worked until late that night taking one break for a quick sandwich. I found several sets of keys and set them aside to try on the barn door locks the next day. At about midnight I decided to call it a day, took a shower and hit the sack.

The next morning I tackled the first of the sheds. It was full of rakes and shovels and wires and wheelbarrows. All kinds of gardening crap that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. By noon I was dusty, hot and tired. I started to think about the cool pond just a hundred yards down the trail.

Before I knew it, I was heading down to the water pulling my shirt off as I went. I knew the kids would still be in school so I didn't bother going to the house for a bathing suit. You don't have to be a kid to go skinny dipping!

When I got to the clearing I finished removing my clothes and took a long, flat dive straight into the water. Heaven! The coolness of the pond washed away the dirt, as well as the fatigue. I dove down in several places and determined that the pond was no deeper than 8 feet or so. There was also a small spring that fed in to the far side keeping it cool and fresh.

I had been in the water less than fifteen minutes when I heard voices carrying down to me from the woods. "Oh, shit!" I thought. I was as far from my clothes as I could possibly be and that had to be Mark and Brandi walking down. I started to swim toward the safety of my  clothes but got less than halfway when suddenly the brother and sister came out into the clearing.

"Hi, Jason!" Mark called. "Mind if we join you?" Brandi had already stripped the shirt off over her head and I saw that today she had come prepared. She was wearing a bikini top underneath. Her jeans came off to reveal the rest of the suit. Mark also had a suit on under his clothes.

They started into the water and I said, "Hang on a minute, guys. I think I had better tell you something." They stopped in ankle deep water and waited. "Uh... I'm... well... uh... I'm not wearing a bathing suit!" I spluttered.

They stood still for a moment and then Brandi's face split into a huge grin. "So, you busted us yesterday and we're busting you today!" she laughed. "Don't worry. I won't look," she said and then added with an even bigger grin, "And if I do, I won't tell!" With that, she took a few running steps toward me and dove into the water. Mark laughed and followed his sister into the pond.

Brandi swam to within four or five feet of me and stopped. As she treaded water in front of me I could see her nipples poking at the thin material of her yellow bikini top. Thank God for murky water, I thought, as I felt my prick react to the sight.

"What are you two doing out of school?" I asked as Mark swam up next to his sister.

They explained that they only had a half day today because of some teachers' meeting. They wanted to swim a bit before Mark had to go help their father with feeding the livestock. More likely they wanted to indulge in a little sex play, I thought. Maybe I should bow out gracefully and leave them to it.

"Well," I said, "I've got a ton of stuff to do. I probably should head back to the house."

Brandi got a pouty look on her face and said, "Please don't! Stick around for awhile. Besides it's time to fight."

"Fight?" I asked. "What do you mean 'fight.'" No sooner had the words left my mouth than I found out exactly what she meant. They both started splashing water at me so furiously that it was almost as if I was submerged. It was all I could do to breathe. They only thing I could do was retaliate.

After a few minutes I was completely worn out. I dove under and swam toward the shore. When I came up for air the kids were looking around for me. "You go ahead," I called. "I need a rest." They continued to splash and dunk each other while I found a place to sit in the shallow water that covered my groin.

I really shouldn't be here naked, I thought. Especially with a preteen girl! Jesus, I could go to prison for just swimming!

Just then an air horn sounded from the direction of the Whelan farm. The sound carried cleanly through the still spring air. "Shit!" Mark yelled. "That's Dad ready to feed. I gotta go." He swam to shore and got out. He stripped off his wet suit and pulled on his clothes. As he tied his shoes he said, "See you later, Jason. You coming, Sis?"

"Nah," she called, "You go ahead. Tell Mom I'll be up in a little while. Leave me some smokes!"

The boy took a crumpled pack from his back pocket along with a book of matches and threw them on the ground. "See ya'll later," he said as he sped off through the woods.

The eleven-year old swam up next to me and sat about a foot away. Now I was really getting nervous. We made small talk for a bit. How was school? It sucks. Are you married. No, divorced. What do you do for fun? Hang out with friends. Got any kids? Yes, two. The usual crap.

Then Brandi got a serious look on her face and said, "Jason, Mark and I figured that you were watching us a lot longer than you said."

"What do you mean," I said, going into my dumb routine.

She said that they had talked it over and decided that I must have been creeping through the woods or they would have heard me. And if I was sneaking I must have been hiding. And if I was hiding I must have been watching. And if I was watching I must have seen everything.

Before I could protest my innocence she said, "Look, it's okay. We figured that if you were going to freak out about it you would have done it yesterday. And you didn't freak at all. So we don't mind that you know about us. Besides, we both like you alot"

She scooted over a little closer to me and said, "You did see us fooling around, didn't you?"

I could feel my face getting red and I couldn't say anything past the tightness of my throat. I just dumbly nodded my head.

"I knew it!" she cried. "So, what did you think? Honestly."

After a few seconds to get my composure back, I decided to just as honest as she was being. I told her that at first I was shocked because of their age. But after I got over that, I found it sexy as hell. I asked her how she and Mark had got started 'fooling around.'

She said that it had started two years before when Mark was twelve and Brandi was just nine. Mark had gone to a friend's house after school one day. The boy's parents weren't home when they got there and the friend, Kevin, took the opportunity to show Mark one of his dad's porno videos that he had found. The tape was not rewound and started in the middle. They had only watched about fifteen minutes before they heard a car in Kevin's driveway. They just barely had time to get the tape back in it's hiding place before Kevin's folks came in. It wasn't much of a first exposure to porno but that fifteen minutes had changed Mark's and Brandi's lives.

The short piece of video that the boys had watched had nothing but a man eating a woman's pussy. "Licking her thing," is the way Brandi put it. Mark had been fascinated by it. It was the first time he had ever seen a fully naked grown woman and certainly the first time he had ever been exposed to depictions of sex acts.

When he got home he took Brandi out to the barn to tell her all about it. They had always been close and it was only natural that he would share this with her. He told her how the woman had been laying on the floor with her knees up and spread wide. He described her large, naked breasts as she clutched at them and pulled her nipples. He said that the man had the biggest prick he had ever seen and it was so hard there were veins sticking out and the head was all red.

Mark told his sister how the man had positioned himself between the woman's legs and began to lick her her hairy pussy slit. He could see it get wetter as the man worked on it. He stuck his tongue deep inside her box. The woman moaned and thrust her hips against his face. Then the man used one hand to spread her lips and the camera zoomed in to show her erect clitoris, ("her button" in Brandi's vocabulary.) He licked it slowly and softly with his whole tongue while the fingers of his other hand began to probe her cunt.

He was finger fucking her with two fingers when Kevin's parents had pulled up so that was all he got to see. But he was hooked. He told Brandi that he wanted to try it. "Go ahead," she had told him, "What's stopping you? Do you know who she is?"

"No," he said. "I want to try it on you!"

Well, at first Brandi was a little taken aback but he kept working on her.  He told her how much the woman in the video had enjoyed it. He knew that she would like it, too. Still she was reluctant. Finally he said, "Let me just try it for a little while and if you don't like it, I'll stop."

So Brandi had agreed. She raised the skirt of her dress up and pulled her panties off. Mark had her lay on a bale of hay and pushed her knees apart. Mark just stared at her bald pussy for a long time. Although they were already skinny dipping together at that time, this was a whole new view for the twelve-year old boy.

Slowly his head had descended toward her waiting cunt. When his wet tongue first touched her, she jumped but stayed where she was. He licked her again. And again. It tickled some, but not a bad tickle... it was definitely a GOOD tickle.

He parted her labia with his tongue and dipped it into her little honey pot for the first time. That was when Brandi got hooked. She couldn't believe how good it felt and a little moan escaped from between her lips. Waves of pleasure washed over her nine-year old body with each stroke of Mark's tongue. She could feel the moisture that was coming from her little girl pussy. At first she thought she must be peeing but decided that Mark wouldn't still be licking her if that was true. And Mark was certainly still licking!

He moved his tongue upward toward her undeveloped clit like he had seen in the video. His inexperienced hands and mouth had some trouble locating it but at last he was there. Brandi jumped again, only this time it was from pure pleasure. As her brother's mouth massaged her button the pleasure in her mounted. She could feel herself getting even wetter between her legs. She spread her legs even further in an attempt to give him greater access to her young love box.

Again Mark copied what he had seen on the tape and moved a finger toward the opening of her cunt. He pressed his fingers between the chubby lips of her pink pussy. Her natural lubrication and widely flung legs made entrance easy. The tip of his finger slid into the opening. For a moment it was uncomfortable, but Mark was gentle and continued licking her clit the whole time.

Soon his finger was sliding slowly in and out. At it's deepest, it was buried to the second knuckle. It would retract and almost come out and then make it's way back inside her young folds. Brandi's virgin cunt had a tight grip on her brother. She didn't want these feelings to ever stop. There was a tension building in her gut that she had never felt before.

She found her hips moving of their accord, moving up and down in time with her brother's stroking finger. Another moan came from her. She grabbed her thighs and pulled them even wider. She didn't know if she was going to die or explode, but she didn't care at that point. She wanted her brother's tongue and fingers in her forever.

"Kids! Dinner's ready!" The spell was broken as their mother's voice came across to the barn. Mark's head snapped up and his hand came away from his sister's pussy. "Shit!" he said.

Brandi had hurriedly pulled her panties back on and they headed toward the house. They whispered back and forth as they slowly walked away from the barn. Brandi told her brother that, yes, she liked it... a lot! And he admitted that he had loved it as well. They decided that this would be a regular thing for the two of them!

After that, Mark was eating his sister's pussy every chance they got.

Of course, it hadn't stopped there, as I well knew. Sitting there listening to Brandi talk so frankly about her escapades with her brother I was getting more relaxed. So relaxed that I asked her, "So how did you get started sucking your brother's 'thing'?"

She blushed just the least little bit and then continued her story.

The pussy eating sessions had gone on for about a week when Brandi had her first orgasm. They had been out in the barn again with Mark's face buried between his sister's thighs as usual. Their parents had gone into town with their two youngest siblings so they knew there was no chance of getting caught. Brandi felt so secure that she had completely removed her dress, laid a horse blanket across a bale of hay and laid back totally naked.

Mark lost no time at all diving down on her hairless young muff. As he licked her clit and massaged the inside of her slick, tight tunnel, Brandi found her hands wandering to her small nipples. For the previous month they had begun to ache a bit and tingle in funny ways... especially when her brother was eating her cunt. Brandi didn't know it at the time but her breasts were just beginning to develop. She lightly stroked her nipples and they stood up small and hard. When she gently pinched them it caused an electric jolt to traveled straight down to her moistened clit.

It seemed as if Mark could sense her heightened sense of pleasure and sucked harder at her tiny love button. His finger plunged harder and faster into her steaming hole. Brandi's hips started to buck in a fucking motion against her brother's face. Her stomach tightened and her thighs clamped around his head trying to pull his mouth even closer to her virginal pussy.

Her fingers were pinching her nipples ever harder, pulling at them, twisting them. Suddenly there was an explosion in her groin. Waves of pleasure started between her legs and spread out to her whole body. Her hips thrust upward even more forcefully as her nine-year old body was swept away by her first orgasm. She couldn't believe that anything could feel so good. Spasm after spasm went through her. It seemed an eternity before they finally began to subside.

As her body slowly began to relax she realized that she had her brother's head in a near death grip with her thighs. She lowered her legs slowly and ran the finger's of one hand through her sibling's hair.

"Oh, Mark!" she exclaimed. "That was unbelievable!" She looked down between her legs and could see a worried expression on Mark's face.

"You okay, Sis?" he asked. "I thought you were gonna die there for a minute."

"So did I, Mark. But I'm more than okay. I'm just perfect!" She pulled her brother up toward her and kissed him lightly on the lips... the first time she had ever done so. "I love you, Mark. But it doesn't seem fair."

"What's not fair?" he asked.

"You give me so much pleasure and I don't do anything for you. Tell me what would make you feel good. I want to give you as much pleasure as you give me."

Well, it seems that Mark had been back to his friend Kevin's house and seen a little more of the porno movie. He described a scene to his sister that he had witnessed. The same woman that he had seen before was on her knees in front of the man who had been eating her. She had placed his prick in her mouth and slid her lips up and down until long streams of cum had shot out onto his chest and belly. Would Brandi be willing to try that?

Brandi thought about it for a minute. It seemed a little gross to put a boy's wiener in her mouth but after what Mark had done for her she didn't feel that she could refuse. In fact, she didn't want to refuse. Brandi had been very serious about making her brother feel as good as she had. And if that was what he wanted, then that was what he would get. Brandi had just one question.

"Mark, what's cum?"

Mark explained it to his sister. He had been jacking off for quite a while now and felt like he was an authority on the subject. He told Brandi that when guys have an orgasm sticky white stuff came flying out of the dicks.

"Is it like pee?" she wanted to know.

"No, no. Not at all." he assured her.

So Brandi had agreed. Soon they had changed places and it was her turn to kneel between his legs. She looked at his pole sticking rigidly in the air in front of her. She had caught a glimpse of her father leaving the shower once and Mark's penis didn't look near as big but it looked kinda pretty to her.

She cautiously reached her hand out and gently grabbed his extended cock. She couldn't believe how satiny and warm it felt in her hand. His balls were just sprouting a fuzz of pubic hair and moved her hand down to cup them gently. Mark squeezed his eyes closed and groaned.

"That feels good, Brandi! I love having you touch my prick."

Brandi moved her head close to her brother's crotch. She caught a whiff of his scent. It was slightly musky and mingled with a light smell of sweat was something else she couldn't identify. It was Mark's own unique smell and she would come to know it well.

She stretched her tongue out and ran it across the underside of the boy's prick. She paused and let the taste sink into  her taste buds. Not bad, she thought. She licked again. And again. She curled her tongue around the head coating it with her saliva. With her hand she guided his rigid prick to her lips. She parted them slightly and let the head enter her mouth for the first time.

Mark groaned again and pushed upward. As the boy's cock penetrated even farther into her mouth, Brandi marveled at how good it felt. The hard pole with it's soft skin sliding past her lips and across her tongue. She brought her head up then back down taking more of her brother's prick into her mouth. She continued to move up and down until she had the whole thing in her mouth and her nose was bumping his belly.

He coached her how to keep a steady rhythm and to use her hand as well as her mouth. Brandi was a fast learner. Her desire to please Mark coupled with the fact that she was really enjoying this new experience made her an apt pupil.

As she fell into a steady stroke Mark's hips found the same tempo. He was mouth-fucking his little sister as if they had been doing it for years.

Brandi tasted drops coming from the boy's cock. They were sweet and salty at the same time. She wanted to ask Mark if he was cumming but she didn't want to take her mouth of this exquisite new toy of hers. Besides, she reasoned, he'll let me know if he wants me to stop.

She felt his hips speed their assault on her mouth and she quickened her motions to match his. She was a natural born cock sucker. She not only enjoyed it but also could almost instinctively sense her partner's needs.

The excitement of his first blow job added to the pussy eating session he had just conducted put Mark on a very short fuse. Brandi felt his cock swell even more inside her mouth and he whispered through clenched teeth, "Faster. Please faster."

Brandi sped her actions never letting his cock come completely out of her mouth and never slowing her hand as it slid on his shaft. Faster and faster she went till suddenly her brother let out a shout and a sticky glob flew out of his prick and splashed against the back of her throat. Brandi almost stopped as the cum hit her gag reflex but she gamely continued. She soon got used to it as jet after jet of hot, thick jism poured from Mark's cock and into her throat.

She was beginning to wonder if she could hold it all when his spasms seemed to slow down. Mark gave one final groan and held the back of his sister's head tightly to his crotch as he shot one last glob of sperm into her mouth. He held her head in place and slowly fucked his prick in and out four or five times then flopped back on the hay. His prick came out of her mouth with a pop.

Brandi sat back on her heels her mouth full of her brother's cum. She didn't know what to do at first but then decided to swallow it. After all, it tasted pretty damn good. No sense letting it go to waste.

She looked at her brother's swiftly shrinking penis then leaned over and gently kissed the head. "Did that feel good?" she asked.

Mark struggled to sit up. "Sis, I couldn't begin to describe how good that felt. That was the best thing that's ever happened to me!"

Brandi was very pleased that she could give her brother as much pleasure as he gave her. After that day she decided that she loved to suck prick almost as much as she loved to have her pussy eaten. From then on, when ever they had time alone they would get each other off. There wasn't always time and on occasion Mark would just eat her or she would give him a blow job. But neither one was selfish about it and they pretty much took turns.

Brandi had also learned how to make herself feel good with just her fingers. So even if all she did was blow her brother, later that night in her bed she would mentally relive it while she fingered herself. That was never as good as Mark doing it for her, but it came close.

Listening to this beautiful little red head relate her sexual experiences with her brother had me as hard as a rock. I was glad that the water was covering my groin. Just then we heard the sound of the air horn again.

"Dammit," Brandi said, "Sounds like they want me back at the house. Mom's probably got some chores for me." She stood up and headed for her clothes. As she gathered them up in a bundle she stepped back into the water just behind me and said, "Jason, will you do me a favor before I go?"

"Sure, if I can."

"Will you stand up?" As embarrassed as I was about my hard on, I think I must have secretly wanted to expose myself to the little girl. Before I could even think about it, I found myself rising from the water and turning around. Her eyes went straight to my hard cock and stayed there for what seemed like forever.

She then slowly reached out her free hand and lightly grasped my shaft. She stroked up and down a few times then looked into my eyes and smiled. "It's bigger than Mark's," she said. "And just as pretty."

With that, she turned and fled into the woods toward her family's farm. I nearly came right there.

I immersed myself in my inventory for the next couple of days. I did my best to erase the memory of eleven-year old Brandi stroking my hard cock. When I thought about her small, cool fingers wrapping themselves around my shaft I had to drop everything and jack off. I must have been beating off five times a day. The work helped me forget. Uncle Charles' house was a big rambling thing. I could tell it had been added on to many times over the years. It now had four bedrooms, each with it's own bath, in addition to an office, a library, an absolutely huge den with fireplace, a formal dining room and a kitchen. There were closets everywhere and I had found more than one concealed pantry set into walls that otherwise looked solid. Behind one of these hidden doors had been a small cupboard barely one foot square. Inside was a small metal box. I opened the box and found inside a keyring with eight or nine keys attached and an envelope with my name on it. I opened the envelope and read the message inside.

"Dear Jason,

"If you are reading this note it means that I am dead. I don't want you to grieve too much for me. I've had a good run. No complaints.

"I'm sure that my will has been read by now and that you know that all this around you is yours. I don't believe that the dead should tell the living what to do, however I do hope that you will consider keeping this house and the land that it sits on. The best years of my life were spent here. I like the thought that it will stay in the family. And since you are my only family, that means you.

"But, like I said, I have no right to dictate to you and you are free to do as you please. I think, though, that if you stay here for awhile and explore the old place, you will come to love it as much as I have. There are quite a few surprises to be discovered, as I'm sure you'll soon find out.

"One thing more... there are some bank accounts that neither the lawyers nor Uncle Sam know about. I believe they are referred to as "offshore accounts." All the documents pertaining to them are in your old hiding place. There's enough there to keep you fairly happy for quite some time.

"All my love... Charles"

Offshore accounts? Just what the hell had the old man been into? And what "old hiding place" of mine could he be talking about? When I was a kid I had a million little stash places (like any self respecting boy does) but which one was he referring to? Hell, I doubt that I could even remember all the little cubbyholes where I had put my "treasures."

While I was sitting there on the floor, letter in hand, a knock came at the door. The abrupt noise startled me out of my reverie and I quickly put everything back in the box and replaced it in it's hiding place.

I walked to the door dusting off my hands. I opened the door and there on my front porch was the little red hair beauty who had been fueling my masturbatory fantasies for the last two days. She was wearing a skin tight tank top that left no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra. Not that her small tits really needed one, but most girls are eager to start wearing one at the first hint of developing breasts. She had a pair of cut off jeans that were so short it seemed that there was only an inch wide strip of denim covering her little pussy. As she walked past me into the house I could see her sweet little ass cheeks hanging out on either side. Instant boner.

"Hi, Jason," she said as she breezed past me into the living room. "You told me to stop by some time, so here I am!" She turned in the middle of the room and looked at me. "Well, are you going to shut the door or are you just going to stand there all day?"

I closed the front door and managed to say, "Uh..hi Brandi. What's up?"

"Nothing much" she replied. She collapsed on the floor and leaned back against the couch. "The family was just driving me crazy and I had to get away for awhile. You don't mind do you? Am I interrupting anything?"

"No, no, not at all," I quickly said. "I don't mind a bit." How could anyone mind having this beautiful little thing around? "Get you something to drink?" I asked.

"Sure, how about a beer?" When I hesitated she laughed and said, "I'm kidding. A soda would be fine, or tea. Whatever you're having."

When I came back from the kitchen with our drinks she was sprawled out on the couch, her shoulder length red hair spread out behind her. One long, lean leg was hooked over the back of the couch, the other was just touching the floor. She looked so innocent and at the same time so available. My cock twitched and got harder.

She sat up and took the soda from  my hand as I sat in a chair across from her. "Thanks, Jason. It's nice to have somewhere to get away from my damn family."

"Well, you're always welcome here," I told her.

We made small talk for a few minutes. Mostly her talking and me listening. She bitched about how hard it was living in a three bedroom farm house with four other people. She shared a room with her nine year old sister, Meghan, and had no privacy. Meghan's twin, Randy, bunked in with Mark. "But boys don't seem to mind as much." she said.

After ten minutes or so, Brandi got a very serious look on her face. "Jason, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, honey, go ahead."

She finished off her soda for all the world looking like a man downing a shot a whiskey to get his nerve up. "Well, you know all about Mark and me. We go down on each other all the time and that's just great. But." she hesitated for a moment. "But I want to do more and he won't do it."

When I didn't say anything, she continued. "I really, really want to lose my virginity. I'm ready for it. Mark says brothers shouldn't fuck their sisters. I've tried everything I could think of to get him in bed but he won't do it."

"Do you want me to talk to him?" I asked confusedly. I didn't know if I could help her seduce her brother, or even if I wanted to try. These were moral questions that I had never had to consider before.

"Well, that would be nice, but I had something else in mind. Uh... I, uh... I want YOU to fuck me!"

I couldn't say anything and I must have had a dazed look on my face. She quickly went on, her words spilling out one on top of another. "I know, I know, I'm only eleven and you're old enough to be my father, but I don't think that matters. I've really thought about this and it makes sense. I don't want my first time to be with some kid that doesn't know anything. I don't want some boy grubbing at me out in the woods and taking about three good pokes before he comes. I want some one who is experienced and gentle. Someone who knows how to make a girl feel good.

"Now I know that Mark is gentle and he certainly makes me feel good but he won't do it. So that leaves an older man. I don't know any older men that I trust, not for my first time, anyway, except you. You already know everything about my sexual life and you haven't told my parents or anything, so I know I can trust you. Will you do it for me?"

She sat perched forward on the couch looking expectant. Her knuckles were white where she was gripping her glass. I moved over to the couch and sat next to her. I removed the glass from her hands and put my arm around her.

"I'm very honored, Brandi." I told her. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

The blood was pounding so hard in my ears that I had trouble hearing her small voice say, "Yes, Jason, very much."

"When do you want to do this?" I asked.

"Then you will!" she shouted with a huge smile. "Right now, Jason! I want to fuck you right now!" And she threw herself into my lap hugging me tightly. I held her small, warm body closely. Her round ass was grinding into my stiff prick. If I wasn't careful, it would be me taking about three good pokes before I came.

I disentangled her arms from my neck and said, "Look I've been working all day and I'm really dirty. Let me take a shower first."

"That's fine," she replied, "I need to make a phone call first, anyway." She explained that her friend Rhonda was always ready to alibi her. Brandi had told her mother that she was riding her bike to Rhonda's. She needed to let Rhonda know that if her mom called, tell her that Brandi had just left then to call her here. So while she headed for the phone, I headed for the bathroom.

I had my clothes off in record time and was in the shower in seconds. As I quickly lathered my body, I heard Brandi's voice call to me. "Jason, can I come in?"

"Sure," I called and before I knew it I had a naked eleven-year old in the shower with me. Before I could say anything, Brandi said, "Thought you might need some help scrubbing your back... or whatever."

I got my first close look at her child's body and it was even more exquisite than I had thought. She was a little red hair Venus still wet from the sea. Her small breasts were capped by those pink nipples that were hard and pointing straight at me. I could see that she had a light dusting of freckles across her upper chest. Her pale skin looked like cream and her hair begged to be touched.

My eyes wandered down, across her flat, hard belly; each muscle clearly delineated from it's neighbor. Below her stomach, at the junction of those two beautiful lean legs, there was a small patch of pale red hair. The light shone off the drops of water that clung there. I could just make out the dark shadow of the cleft underneath. I couldn't believe that soon I be would inside that cleft.

She was studying my body just as hard. Her eyes traveled downward from my chest, across my belly and stopped a the rock hard cock that was proudly standing up from my groin. Her head only came to about the middle of my chest so the head of my prick was just nearly at the level of her chin. She slowly reached out and for the second time wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Her other hand joined the first and she was holding my cock like a baseball bat. Slowly she moved her hands up and down. It felt too good too soon. I took hold of her shoulders and turned her around.

"Not so fast, young lady. I think I need to scrub your back... or whatever." I lathered up my hands and began to rub them across her back feeling the silky smoothness of her skin. I let them go down farther and soon was kneading the globes of her ass in my big hands. Her rear was perfectly round and firm to the touch. I could have died happy right there.

I tore my hands from the luscious young ass and placed them on her shoulders. I pulled her small body back against me, reached around and lightly ran them over her budding breasts. As my fingers brushed over the hard nipples she sighed deeply and leaned back even more. Her arms reached behind us and wrapped around the back of my thighs. My hard cock was trapped between us and she began to slowly sway back and forth rubbing her soap slick back against it. My left hand crept down to her belly where I could feel the tautness of the muscles underneath that pale white skin. I made circles on her stomach with one hand while the other went back and forth from nipple to nipple. If I hadn't been jacking off so much lately I would have already cum on her back. But the gods were with me and I was able to hold on.

Brandi was so short that I couldn't reach her pussy in that position. My fingers could just barely tickle the top of her pubic hair. It was the softest I had ever felt; short and wiry but not stiff.

The little girl straightened up and turned around. She took my prick in both hands again and began stroking it. A drop of lubricant was at the head and she bent over and licked it off smacking her lips.

"That tastes good," she said. "Different than Mark's. Maybe better."

She lowered her head again and once more licked the head of my penis. An involuntary groan escaped my lips. As if that was the cue she had been waiting for, Brandi opened her mouth and took me inside. Her mouth was warm and wet. Her tongue played across the underside of my prick head sending a shiver of ecstasy through my whole body. My hands were on her shoulders again and I pulled her closer to me. She took more of my cock into her mouth moving her head up and down, her two hands grasping the shaft. I began to pump my hips in time with her mouth.

As she took more and more of my tool into her mouth to dropped one hand to fondle my large, hairy nuts. I felt so big I didn't know how the little girl could get so much of me into her tight mouth but she soon had nearly my whole length inside her. I knew that I couldn`t take much more of this and she seemed to instinctively understand. She removed the prick from her mouth and said while still stroking it, "Think we're clean enough yet?"

Instead of answering her, I turned off the water. I stepped out and grabbed one of the big fluffy towels hanging there and began to dry her off. Her skin started to glow under my hands. Brandi just stood there enjoying the sensations.

Without bothering to dry her completely, I wrapped the towel around her and picked her up in my arms. She was as light as a feather. I carried her into the master bedroom and placed her on the king size bed. The size of the bed made her seem even smaller and more vulnerable. The look on her face told me that she was completely mine. I could do whatever I wanted. She trusted me totally. I ran my hands over her prone body feeling once more the small, hard nipple, the tight stomach. I let my hands play over the soft skin of thighs and down her calves. Her feet were dainty and each toe looked like a perfect little pearl. I got on the bed with her and knelt between her legs. I massaged her legs one at a time working slowly up her thighs. Brandi lay with her eyes closed, arms at her sides, totally surrendered to me.

As my hands played I looked for the first time at the object of my desire. The small pussy that I had been dreaming about for days. Her pubic hair was still sparse enough that it hid nothing. I could see her pouty, little-girl pussy lips slightly parted showing the pink folds within. There was some moisture there that I didn't think came from the shower. The slightest aroma of female sex wafted to my nose. I had to taste it.

I pushed her legs farther apart and lay down. I kissed her stomach and tickled her naval with my tongue. She moaned and pressed her crotch upward against my chest. I kissed down below her belly button to her mound. The pale red hair of her groin brushed my lips. As I moved down further, Brandi brought her knees up and spread her legs wider.

"Eat me, Jason," she moaned. "Please lick my pussy!"

I was only too happy to oblige her. I scooted down until I was staring right at her virginal cunt. The petals of her small flower were open revealing the pink, moist depths beyond. Her pussy looked so small I wondered if my prick would even fit inside of her. But I was damn sure going to find out!

I softly licked her outer folds running my tongue all around her opening. Brandi moaned louder. She pinching her left nipple with one hand and reached up to work on the other one... rolling it softly between my fingers.

I moved my tongue to her inner folds and tasted her wetness. Her cunt juices tasted like nothing else. It was not like the secretions of grown women. Somehow it was sweeter. I've could have slurped it up by the gallon. As my tongue probed between her lips she jammed her pussy against my face. I slipped my tongue into her as far as it would go. Her hips were rocking in fucking motions against my face. I tongued ever deeper wanting to drink every drop that this little girl could give me. I saw her little pink clitoris peeking out from it's sheath and I turned my attention to it. I ran my tongue across the top of it and Brandi's whole body shivered. She had a hand trapping mine against her tit and using my fingers to tweak her immature nipple. Her breathing got ragged and quick. I licked her clit more forcefully and took it into my mouth to suck on it. At the same time I slipped a finger into her tight, hot pussy. As I sucked her button and pumped my finger in and out of her, I marveled at how small her pussy was. I really had my doubts about getting my entire prick into her. Fortunately, although my prick was nearly seven inches long, it was rather thin. This had always bothered me until now. Now it seemed like a gift from the gods!

Still I wanted to loosen her up as much as possible so I started to work a second finger into her tight snatch. She was so wet by now that it didn't take much work. It slipped in nearly as easily as the first. I stroked in and out faster and faster all the while licking and sucking her extended clit. Her hips met me every time.

I rotated my hand and curled my fingers upward searching for her G-spot. I had no idea if it was developed in a girl this young but I wanted to find out. I didn't think that her brother even knew what a G-spot was and I wanted to give her something that he couldn't. Hell, let's face it: I wanted to fuck her so good that she would be for more again and again.

As my fingers applied pressure up under her pubic bone I felt her entire body tense. She groaned loudly and her pussy gushed with renewed wetness. Her head was thrashing back and forth, eyes shut tight. Her breathing was loud and fast. I could tell that she was about to come and I worked her over faster. My fingers continued to work in her pussy as I licked her clit with even more vigor. Her hips were banging against me so hard that I thought I was going to get a bloody nose.

Suddenly she stopped all motion and tensed like a coiled spring. Then she screamed and slammed her hips upward once more as spasms of pleasure coursed through her body. I continued to massage her G-spot as she quivered under me. Her pussy was soaked and my hand made a wet sucking noise as I finger fucked her. I could feel her pussy muscles grasping my fingers, trying to pull them even deeper inside of her. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. She shook and trembled and ground her cunt against my hand. But slowly the force of her contractions lessened and a little at a time she came back to earth. I had stopped licking her clit and was just gently moving my two fingers in and out of her wet box letting her recover slowly. She gave one last shuddering moan and her cunt muscles clenched tightly on my fingers, then she seemed to just melt into the bed. All the tenseness left her body and she just lay there, eyes closed, breathing deeply. I slowly removed my fingers from her young pussy and just watched her for minute. Finally she opened her eyes and said, "Goddamn, Jason, what did you do to me? That was incredible!"

I just smiled and said, "Trade secret."

Brandi once again closed her eyes and seemed to completely relax. Her breathing was becoming deeper and more regular as she recovered from the explosive orgasm she had just experienced. But I wasn't done yet. I didn't want her too relaxed.

Once again I kissed her pussy mound and then moved up her body. My hand returned to her cunt but not to probe into her depths; merely rubbing lightly, stroking her lips and brushing her clit softly. I continued kissing her small, slim body while moving up on the bed.

When my head was level with her chest, I stared at her tiny, yet very distinctive, titties. The old saying about more than a mouthful being a waste ran through my mind and at that point I couldn't have agreed more. Her breasts didn't have the same appearance as a grown woman's would, but they were nevertheless perfect. They were small and firm with no sign of the sag that gravity would eventually produce. The skin was so pale that I could see the delicate blue tracery of the veins just beneath and the bright pink nipples stood there so proud and inviting.

Brandi lay next to me, eyes closed, muscles lax. As my mouth approached her breasts and my warm breath caressed her skin, I saw goose bumps rise on her flesh and her nipples crinkled and hardened. I kissed one small tit then the other, my lips just brushing her skin. I opened my mouth and placed it on one of her young tits. Her entire breast fit inside my mouth comfortably and I heard her moan again as my tongue wrapped around the nipple. My hand felt a renewed gush of wetness at her crotch as I continued to suckle gently. I couldn't believe how turned on this little eleven-year old was.

Her breathing was starting to quicken again and there was a flood coming from her little-girl pussy. I knew the time was now. What I had been fantasizing about for days was about to become a reality. I laid on my back and pulled her delicate frame on top of me.

"Here, baby," I said softly. "I want you on top so you can control things better. You know it might hurt at first and I want you to be able to back off if you need to."

"Okay," she replied, "But I don't think I'm going to want to back off." She gave me a mischievous grin from her position over me. She was on her knees astride my hips and her hands were on my shoulders holding her torso up. I took her hips and moved her downward until my rock hard cock was trapped between us. I could feel her soft fur against my prick.

Almost instinctively she began to slide back and forth moving her wet slit against the length of my prick, grinding her hips into mine. Her moisture soon had my prick completely covered with it's slick lubrication. I raised her up and with one hand guided the head of my prick to her dark, wet opening.

"Okay," I said. "Just take it in slowly. Sit back on my cock."

She lowered herself tentatively and I could feel the tight ring of her virginal cunt muscles pressing on my prick head. It felt so small that I started to doubt that it would fit but Brandi was not giving up so easily. She raised up and lowered herself again. She used a little more force and I felt my prick slide in just a bit. She repeated the process getting more bold and suddenly I felt my cock pop into her.

Brandi stopped all movement and let out a little gasp but it seemed to be more in surprise than pain. "Oh, that's big!" she said. She pressed down again and a little more of my prick slid into the tight pussy.

"Move up and down, now," I told her. "Don't let it come all the way out. Just get it in a little deeper each time."

Brandi closed her eyes and started to slowly slide up and down on my rigid pole. She followed my instructions and soon had at least half of me in her. Apparently, either her brother Mark or her active lifestyle had ripped her hymen long ago... there was no resistance to my cock other than her natural tightness.

She was getting wetter by the second. I could feel her cunt muscles relax as she lowered herself and then contract as she raised as if they didn't want to lose their grip on the invading cock.

"Is there any pain?" I asked.

"No pain," she said, "I just feel so full! Oh, god, it's delicious, Jason!"

Her hips moved faster now and with more confidence. I grasped her hips and helped move her up and down. I also tried to control how fast she was going... I didn't want to cum too soon. I wanted this to last a long time. Thank goodness I had already cum in the shower or I would probably be gushing right now.

Her grasping, horny, little eleven-year old cunt had a death grip on my prick. She took more of me inside her until she was completely impaled on my throbbing pole. As she came down our pubic hair meshed and she groaned as the full length of my prick pounded into her. Her movements became more rapid and forceful.

I had never felt anything so tight in my life. I had ass-fucked women that weren't this tight. I could feel the ripple of her cunt muscles as she gripped my cock. Blow job or not, I knew that I couldn't hold out for long. Just the sight of this naked little girl bouncing on my prick was enough to make me cum.

Brandi changed her stroke so that her clit was banging against my prick on each thrust. She was learning fast and had already found the stroke that gave her the most pleasure. She moved faster almost letting the head of my cock slip out before pounding down again taking all of me inside her.

"Oh, fuck me, Jason! Fuck my little pussy! You're so big, I love your prick inside of me!"

Her words drove me to new heights of ecstasy. I slammed my body upward to meet her trying to get even more of my prick into her young body. Our tempo increased until I felt that familiar tension in my groin that signaled an orgasm. For one brief instant I worried about getting her pregnant, but at that point there was no turning back.

Her cunt muscles contracted very hard and I could tell that she was having another orgasm. As the little girl came it triggered my own orgasm and I felt the hot torrent of jism rush out of my prick and into her virgin pussy. Spray after spray of hot, sticky cum shot out of my cock and into her tight hole. We were coming together and it was the most incredible feeling ever.

I had never looked at a little girl with even the slightest feelings of desire and now I was fucking an eleven-year old and it was the best fuck of my life.

My orgasm seemed to go on forever. Every time my prick erupted her pussy clenched and every time her pussy clenched my prick erupted. We were feeding each other's orgasms and I thought it would never end. I didn't want it to ever end. I wanted to fuck this little girl until I died.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, our spasms started to fade. I gave one last thrust upward and shot the last of my cum into her. She slammed down to meet my cock and gave out one last, long moan and then collapsed forward to lie on my chest, our bodies still joined. We lay that way a long time regaining our breath. I could feel my prick slowly softening as our mingled juices ran out of her deflowered pussy.

Finally Brandi raised up a bit, leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. She smiled at me and said, "Thank you, Jason. They say that you always remember your first time and this is a memory that I will cherish forever." She lay her head back on my chest and hugged me with her whole body.

It made me so happy to make her happy. A girl's first time can be horrible and embarrassing and I was glad that I could make Brandi's memorable.

She finally rolled over and let my cock escape from her pussy. I got up and retrieved a couple of small towels for us to dry off with. We decided that she couldn't go home smelling like sex so we jumped back in the shower. We washed each other off; more comfortable with one another's bodies, now. We splashed and goosed each other while we lathered and rinsed. There was lots of giggling and horseplay.

Before Brandi pedaled her bike down my driveway to go home she said, "I WILL be back for more! Is that okay?" I assured her that any time she wanted to come over was just fine with me. And, believe me, I was never more sincere about anything in my whole life!

The morning after Brandi and I screwed for the first time, I awoke with a feeling that I had left something undone. I lay in bed trying to figure out what it was while wishing someone would go start the coffee maker. Finally I drug my ass out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen. After starting the coffee, I made my way back to the bathroom and while I was brushing my teeth it hit me. "Those keys!" I shouted, spraying drops of toothpaste on the mirror. There was that keyring that I had found behind the hide panel that I had never done anything with. Who could blame me? When you've got a beautiful eleven-year old girl saying that she wants you to fuck her, who's thinking about keys?

I quickly finished my morning toiletries and threw on some clothes. I poured myself a cup of coffee, grabbed the keys from their hiding place and headed out to the locked barn. The barn was about 40 yards from the house and as I walked toward, I looked it over again as I had on so many prior occasions. It was a huge old structure tall enough that it almost certainly had a hay loft or other upper level. The weird thing about it was that, even though the barn looked very old, it had not been there when I was a child. The boards looked weathered and beaten and, although the whole thing looked rickety and ready to fall down, there were no chinks in the wood sides. I had tried to find a crack somewhere, anywhere, that would allow me to peer inside, but so far had been frustrated. As I approached the huge double doors, I eyed the set of three padlocks on their sturdy steel hasps. I fingered the keys hoping that one of them would snap open these locks and allow me to finally enter this mysterious barn. My fingers fumbled as I carefully inserted first one key and then another into the padlocks.

Nothing. I couldn't believe it. Not a single fucking key would turn in a single fucking lock. Hell half of them wouldn't even fit the locks!

"Uncle Charles, you devious bastard!" I screamed at the sky. This was just like him. He had always maintained his sense of child-like wonder and his love of mysteries and this was just more evidence of that. I briefly considered getting an axe and just chopping a hole in the goddamn thing but I realized that the old man had intended me to figure this one out and not use brute force.

"Okay, old man," I said aloud, picking up my coffee cup and heading back toward the house. "We'll play this one your way, but I'll get in that sonofabitch if it's the last thing I do!"

Two weeks went by and in that time eleven-year old Brandi and I managed to fuck four or five times. Her pussy was the best I had ever had and her technique was getting better all the time. I learned that she truly loved to suck prick. There were a couple of occasions, when she was running errands for her mother or was heading to the library to return some books, and she dropped by just to give me a blow job. Once she even sucked my prick before going to school. She was a dream come true.

I saw both the kids down at the pond several times. Mark, at first seemed a little cool toward me and Brandi said that he was kind of jealous. (Of course, she had bragged to her brother that we were screwing on a regular basis.) But after a while, he got over it and we were all good friends again. After all, Brandi hadn't left him out in the cold just because she was getting laid elsewhere. She had enough sex drive for five grown women so Mark wasn't hurting.

One day we were all skinny dipping together. Naturally, Brandi and I weren't shy about our bodies in front of each other and Mark had no reason to be, either, so we soon dispensed with the formality of bathing suits.

As we sat naked on the bank smoking our cigarettes, Mark said, "Listen guys, I know it isn't any of my business, but I know that you two are fucking. I mean, Brandi certainly hasn't made a secret out of it, or anything. But I was wondering." he trailed off staring straight out across the pond with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.

"Wondering what, Mark?" I prompted.

"Well, I was wondering... do you guys think I could watch sometime?" he said quickly, not looking at either of us.

"Well, Mark, those kinds of decisions are always up to the lady involved, but it's okay by me. Brandi?"

Brandi got a look on her face that I was beginning to understand well. It was a look that meant, "That's sounds nasty... let's do it!"

She turned to Mark and said, "Why, big brother, if you want to see your little sister getting fucked that's fine with me! In fact, I'm feeling kind of horny right now. What do you say, Jason? You ready?"

"Well, young lady," I said with a grin, "I think that if you come over here and suck on my cock just a little bit, I'll be ready in no time."

No sooner had the words left my mouth than Brandi was on her knees between my legs and gobbling my prick down her throat. Her little rear end was sticking up in the air and that gave me an idea.

"Mark," I said, "While she's getting me ready, why don't you get behind her and get her ready?"

Mark got a little red-faced but he smiled and moved behind his sister on his knees. My prick quickly stiffened under Brandi's expert attention and watching her brother eat her pussy at the same time just added excitement. I couldn't really see everything that Mark was doing, but I sure as hell got the benefit of it.

As he licked his sister's pussy, she sucked my prick even more forcefully and made little moaning sounds in her throat. She moved her mouth faster over my cock wetting it with her saliva while grinding her preteen pussy into her brother's face.

When I judged the time was right, I pulled her head from my lap and said, "Turn around." Brandi dutifully did as she was told and soon her young, almost hairless cunt was pointed directly at me. I got up on my knees and guided my cock toward her tight box. She was very wet from her brother's tongue and I had no trouble sliding my prick into her tight pussy.

As my shaft sank slowly out of sight, Brandi let out a loud moan and said, "Oh, Jason, you're prick feels so good. Fuck me!"

I started to rhythmically stroke in and out of her young cunt. I could see Mark in front of her. He watched me fuck his sister while he played with his cock. He was getting as stiff as I was.

When I was in college, there a group of us that used to get together once in a while and all fuck in the same room. We never swapped partners or anything, we just liked to watch each fuck our girlfriends. It had been terribly exciting and this scene was reminiscent of that.

As I slammed into Brandi's tight hole, Mark moved so that his now-hard prick was right in front of her nose. She didn't need any prompting. Soon her brother's cock had disappeared into her mouth. Here I was fucking an eleven-year old while she sucked her 14-year old brother's prick. I wouldn't have thought it would ever happen to me, but the evidence of my eyes and my throbbing prick said it was all true.

As I fucked Brandi doggie-style she fingered her clit swiftly. She was wetter than I had ever felt her before. Getting fucked while sucking Mark's cock must have been driving her crazy. I held her narrow hips and slammed mine against her. I could feel my balls slapping against her fingers where they were working on her pussy.

Mark pulled his prick from his sister's mouth and walked around by me. He stood next to me watching my cock plunging in and out of Brandi's little pussy. His eyes were glued to our joined genitals and he furiously stroked his own prick while he watched. His prick was practically right in my face and somehow watching this 14-year old boy jack off while I fucked his sister made the whole thing even more exciting and forbidden.

No longer having to keep a prick in her mouth, Brandi was now slamming onto my prick as hard as she could. Her fingers were a blur on her clit as she brought herself closer to climax.

"Can you see that big prick in me, Mark?" she moaned. "Oh, how I love Jason's cock in my pussy. Watch him fuck your sister, Mark!" I could feel the now familiar sensation of her cunt muscles contracting as she got close to orgasm. My nuts responded and I could feel the cum boiling in them ready to flood her pussy.

"Fuck me, Jason! I'm going to cum! Fuck me hard!" she screamed. Her cunt tightened on my prick as her orgasm began. I thrust into the little girl as hard as I could and unleashed the first wave of jism from my aching prick. As our spasms racked our ecstatic bodies, Mark moaned and shot a stream of sperm straight onto Brandi's back.

As the scalding liquid splashed onto her she said, "Are you coming, Mark? Cum all over me! Cover me with it!"

His spurts continued and seemed timed to my own. He would shoot another glob of jism onto his sister just as I would flood her tiny pussy with one of my own. Soon her lower back was covered with Mark's cum and some of it started to drip down between the beautiful twin globes of her ass. I watched as his sperm trickled down over her tiny puckered asshole and onto the shaft of my prick. As I continued to pound into her, Mark's cum mingled with her juices and were carried inside of his little sister.

Brandi's whole frame shuddered as she was caught up in her own orgasm and the contractions of her pussy milked the last of the hot liquid from my prick. I continued to stroke as her spasms finally lessened and then stopped.

She fell forward on the ground, my cock coming out her quim with a moist pop. Her legs were spread wide and her dripping pussy was fully exposed. "You guys are great!" came her muffled voice.

I looked up at Mark who was still holding his softening penis in his hand gently coaxing the last drop of sperm out. "Well, what did you think?" I asked.

"Fuckin' awesome!" he exclaimed.

"Some awesome fuckin', I would say," replied Brandi, laughing and rolling over onto her side.

Just then the damn air horn sounded. "Well, I guess we gotta go," said Mark. We all jumped into the pond and quickly washed off. We stepped back onto the shore and as Mark was pulling his clothes on Brandi walked over to me and whispered, "I'll see you tonight. I've got a surprise for you," and then gave my soft cock a gentle squeeze.

The kids finished dressing and loped off through the woods waving and calling their good-byes. I grabbed my garments and started up to the house, dressing as I went, wondering just what kind of surprise was in store for me.

As the sun went down that evening, the Spring weather turned unseasonably cool so I grabbed a bunch of the seasoned oak logs that were stacked just outside the kitchen door and started a nice big fire. It wasn't really cold enough to need a fire, I guess I just wanted an excuse to use the fireplace in the den.

The logs crackled and roared as I sat back on the couch with a glass of wine. Charles had a very nicely stocked wine cellar and I was sampling a really tasty Burgundy. This was the life. I was now one of the "landed gentry" with enough money in the bank (not to mention those mysterious off-shore accounts) to keep me in front of fireplaces and drinking wine for years and years to come.

The Burgundy was a little heady and that, combined with the warmth of the fire, had me dozing a bit. Not really asleep, just comfortably drowsy.

A knock at the door made me sit up so fast I nearly dropped my glass. I started to curse whoever it was that had interrupted my evening when I thought back to Brandi's promise of a surprise. "Oh ho," I said to myself, "Is that my little nympho at the door?"

I made my way through the darkened house and opened the door. I saw immediately that there were two figures on my porch. In the darkness I could tell that one of them was Brandi but the other silhouette was unfamiliar.

"Hi, Jason," came Brandi's voice out of the gloom. "Can we come in?"

"By all means," I said stepping away from the threshold and holding the door a little wider. "Just head on into the den."

As the two figures moved past me, Brandi in the lead, I studied the person that was following her. It was a girl judging from the long, dark hair that reached her waist, but more than that I couldn't tell.

I closed and locked the door and followed the retreating figures into the den. When we got into the firelight I took a look at this stranger that Brandi had brought with her. She was about the same age as Brandi but there the resemblance stopped. Where Brandi's hair was red, this girl had jet black hair. Brandi was thin and this new young lady was a little on the plump side. Not fat, just enough extra padding to give her some interesting curves. She was tanned in contrast to Brandi's pale skin that only seemed to burn when exposed to the sun.

In the half light of the den she seemed to have solid black eyes that peered shyly out of a cute little face. She had a wide, generous mouth and cute little button nose. All in all, a very attractive little girl.

Since my experiences with Brandi, I was looking at young girls in a new way. Now they weren't just kids... they were potential sexual partners! Men go through their whole lives looking at every woman and wondering what she would be like in the sack. Most of the time we don't do anything about it. We just think about it... and it adds to our fantasy lives. Ever since fucking Brandi, my fantasy material had doubled!

"Jason, this is my friend Rhonda." said Brandi.

"Nice to meet you, Rhonda. You girls sit down. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Oh, whatever you're having is fine," said Brandi.

"Well, I'm drinking a little Burgundy, but I don't think you'll like it. A soda, maybe?"

The girls agreed and I trotted off to get their drinks. "Now, what does this little hellion have in mind?" I thought to myself as I returned with the glasses.

The girls were seated in front of the fire. They had gotten a little chilled riding their bikes to my house. We chatted for a few minutes and I discovered that Brandi's parents had taken the twins and gone out of town for the weekend. A farm in the neighboring county had gone bust and Mr. Whelan was going to try to pick up some bargains at the auction that the owner was having.

Mark was staying with his friend Kevin and Brandi was supposed to be staying with Rhonda. But Rhonda had told her mother that she was staying with her friend Bette. Bette was, of course, covering for her. (Jeez, these kids had an intelligence system to rival the KGB!) Consequently, these two little imps were effectively without chaperones and had decided on a little "adventure" tonight.

"Adventure?" I asked. "What kind of adventure?"

"Well, Jason," Brandi said, "I hope you don't get mad or anything but... uh... I kinda told Rhonda about you and me."

"What exactly did you tell her?" I asked, feeling a little nervous.

"Well, pretty much everything." she confessed. "I even told her about Mark."

"Okay," I said, "What has this got to do with 'an adventure'" feeling that I already knew the answer.

"Rhonda thinks that she might want to join in. Isn't that right, Rhonda?"

The plump little girl nodded her head but didn't say a word.

"Are you sure, Rhonda?" I asked. "You know you are awfully young for that sort of thing. If Brandi hadn't already had a head start, she and I probably wouldn't be doing anything."

The girl silently nodded again. She seemed so vulnerable and more immature than Brandi, but that was part of her attraction. I was beginning to learn the differences between a grown woman and a little girl. They each have their good points and I loved learning all about them.

I could tell that Rhonda was nervous about this but she also seemed determined to carry it through. I had some wine coolers in the refrigerator. I brought the girls one apiece knowing that it would help take the tenseness out of the situation. And since they could stay here all night, I didn't have to worry about them running around tipsy on their bikes.

I suggested that since we had all night we should relax and get to know each other. While we talked, the girls slammed down their lightweight drinks. Lightweight to me, anyway. I knew that the alcohol would probably go straight to the heads of this young ladies. Brandi ran off to get them each another cooler and I stoked up the fire some more.

When Brandi returned, she handed Rhonda her drink and curled up next to me on the couch. I put my arm around her and felt her body melt into mine. The scent of her freshly washed hair and clean, scrubbed skin was like an aphrodisiac to me.

While we talked I let my hand stray down onto Brandi's chest and softly fondled her braless breast through her tee shirt. Since Rhonda was on the floor right in front of us, she could see exactly what I was doing. I wanted her to see it, though, I wanted to judge her reaction and see if this was actually going to work out.

I continued to speak nonchalantly to the girls, mostly to Rhonda, while playing with the small breast in my hand. Rhonda's voice was high and clear sounding like wind chimes in a light breeze. The beauty of her voice combined with the little tit I was gripping started to give me a boner that I didn't even try to conceal. I had on a pair of thin jogging pants that did nothing to hide my growing erection and everything to highlight it. I knew that in the half light from the fireplace it was visible but not blatant.

Brandi finished her second drink and set the bottle on the end table. She curled closer to me and put her hand in my lap. "Oh, look what I've found!" she exclaimed grasping my stiffening rod. "Is this for me?" she asked in a mock innocent voice.

"Always," I said. I put my hand under her chin and lifted her face toward mine. I bent down and kissed her small, soft lips. Her tongue snaked out and between my lips and I could taste her little-girl mouth. We kissed deeply for several seconds.

Finally I broke away and said, "Why don't we all get more comfortable? Brandi there's some extra robes in the closet of that front guest room. Why don't you and Rhonda go put a couple on. I'll do the same and that way we will all be covered but still have easy access when we need it."

The girls ran off down the hall giggling as I headed to the master bedroom to change. Soon we were all seated back in the den in front of the fireplace. Rhonda's robe was tied tightly closed but Brandi, the little tramp, sat there cross legged on the floor with her's thrown wide open.

"Rhonda," I said to the plump little girl. "I don't want you to feel pressured in anyway. You don't have to do a thing that you don't want to. Okay?"

"Okay." she agreed.

"I just you to know that you are among friends here. You will always be safe in my house."

"Okay," she said, flashing me that beautiful smile. "I trust Brandi and she trusts you and that's good enough for me. But do you think I could have another wine cooler?"

"Sure," I said. "Kitchen's right through there. Help yourself." If this girl needed a little "Dutch courage" that was fine with me.

When Rhonda left the room, Brandi crawled over to me on all fours and said, "Now where was I a minute ago? Oh yes, I believe you had something for me. Lay down."

I did as I was told, putting a throw pillow under my head and felt the belt of my robe being untied. Brandi threw back the folds of my robe and grasped my now soft cock. Her cool fingers began to gently stimulate my prick. One hand was fondling my balls as she spoke directly to my crotch. "You pretty little thing," she said to my prick, "Mama's here now. Mama's gonna take good care of you."

She ran her tongue across the underside of my prick head sending electric shocks through my groin. She continued to use her hand and tongue on my shaft as it slowly raised to it's full length. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rhonda return to the den. When she saw what was going on she stopped for second, but then came closer. She sat down right by my hip where she had an unobstructed view of the proceedings.

Brandi opened her mouth wide and took me inside. The warm wetness made me moan and Rhonda leaned forward for a better look. Brandi bobbed her head a few times on my prick coating the entire length with her saliva. She took her mouth away but continued to fist my pole. Brandi looked over at her friend and said, "Doesn't he have a nice prick, Rhonda? I love to suck it!"

Rhonda didn't reply. She just continued to stare fixedly at Brandi's small hand as it stroked my meat. Brandi moved her head back down to resume the blow job. I placed one hand behind her head as she sucked my throbbing cock helping her find the rhythm that I liked.

I noticed that Rhonda had loosened her robe a bit and one hand was buried out of sight in her lap. She had a glazed look in her eye that could be from the alcohol she had consumed or the raw sex displayed two feet in front of her. Probably a combination of the two. She took another long drink from the wine cooler and set it down on the floor next to her. Then she untied the belt that was holding her robe closed and flung it open.

I got my first look at her tanned body. She was plump but it gave her almost womanly curves. As she sat cross legged she put one hand back between her ample thighs and on the dark patch of hair that nestled there. Her breasts were larger than Brandi's (she was probably already straining a B-cup) and her nipples were large and dark. I could see that they were erect and seemed to stick out nearly a full inch.

Her hand began to move up and down stroking her pussy as she watched her friend sucking my cock. It was too good to be true. I had one eleven-year old giving me a blow job while I watched another one masturbating.

Brandi was really getting into it using all the little tricks that she knew I loved. She stroked my saliva-soaked shaft with one hand while caressing my balls with the other. Her tongue tickled across the head of my prick on each stroke driving me crazy. This little girl really knew how to suck a cock. Mark was sure a lucky bastard... he had been getting this treatment for over two years now!

Brandi took my prick from her mouth and said, "Come here, Rhonda, you need to try this." Her tone said that she expected no argument and indeed she got none. Rhonda finished off the last of her drink, stood up and threw her robe off and onto the couch. The firelight gleamed off her long black hair and her large round ass cheeks. She was like a diminutive Rubens painting come to life.

Brandi rolled away from between my legs as Rhonda knelt in the vacated spot. Brandi held my prick upright as Rhonda slowly lowered her head toward it.

"Just take it in your mouth," she said. "Be sure you don't drag your teeth across it. It's very sensitive. And keep one hand pumping it all the time. Jason like that. Don't you, Jason?"

Rhonda took my prick in her inexperienced and took a few experimental strokes. "That's it," said Brandi, "Now open up and let it slide in."

Rhonda did as she was told. Timidly, at first, and then with more confidence, she moved her full lips across the skin of my prick. She wasn't as good as Brandi, but she was a rookie... she would learn.

Rhonda raised her head and said, "This is fun! It tastes good, too!" and then returned to her work. Brandi gave her a few more pointers but when the girl seemed to have got the hang of it, Brandi stripped off her own robe and walked around to my head.

I looked straight up at Brandi's pussy little pussy just two feet above and said, "Bring that thing down here."

"I thought you'd never ask," she laughed and squatted over my face. Soon she was on her knees astride my head. I reached behind her and grasped her firm ass cheeks in both hands and pulled her into position above my mouth. I could see that she was wet from all the sexual activity and I was determined to make her even wetter.

My tongue ran across her outer lips and I could taste her juices. Little girl pussy has got to be the best tasting thing in the world. I drank in her sweetness as I continued to stimulate her orally. My tongue danced all over her little cunt and probed it's folds. I jammed it into her tight snatch as far as it would go and felt a new wave of wetness bathe my face.

I licked forward and back the length of her slit. When my tongue hit her clit she would moan and shiver and when I reamed her puckered little asshole she would grind her button against my chin. She was clutching her breasts and pinching her nipples increasing her sensations of pleasure. Knowing that I'm making a woman happy has always been a turn on to me and now I could feel the sperm boiling in my nuts.

Rhonda was still happily sucking away on my prick. She wasn't able to get the whole thing in her mouth, but where her lips weren't touching, her hand was. I took one hand from Brandi's ass and placed it on Rhonda's head to help her find the right tempo. The feeling of my fingers tangled in her luxurious, black hair was incredible.

"Oh, Jason," Brandi said, "You really know how to eat pussy! Oh, baby, suck my little cunt!"

That was all I needed to hear. My nuts jumped and hot jism shot from my cock right down Rhonda's throat. It must have hit her gag reflex because she immediately pulled her mouth off my cock and coughed.

"Keep stroking!" Brandi called. "Watch him cum!"

Rhonda started to fist my straining prick as blast after blast of creamy, hot sperm rocketed out and onto my belly. Brandi was slamming her pussy against my face as she bucked in orgasm, her thighs clenched tightly around my head. All I could do was hold still with my tongue pressed against her slit as she rubbed it back and forth.

My sperm had at last ceased to flow and one last spasm of pleasure surged through me as Rhonda slowed her stroking hand and then stopped altogether. Brandi fell forward onto her hands and knees keeping her clit against my outstretched tongue as her own orgasm subsided. Finally, her body quieted and she rolled over beside me.

We lay there breathing heavily for a moment, then she said to Rhonda, "Come here a second." She crawled around with her face directly over my semen coated stomach. "This is his cum, Rhonda, and it;s much too good to waste. Try it!" and with that she stuck her tongue out and slurped up some of the jism. Rhonda leaned over me, as well, and dutifully took a taste.

She rolled it around in her mouth for a second then smiled, "Hey, that IS good!" Immediately both the girls started to lick me clean and got into a competition to see who could eat the most of my sperm. They cleaned my belly than started to work on my cock laughing and trying to push each other away so they could have it all.

When they finished their little game, I stood up and threw my own robe off. "Anybody for another drink?" I asked.

"Me," they chorused and I headed out to get them each another cooler and another glass of "real" wine for myself. When I returned the girls were whispering and giggling to one another. The two naked eleven year olds looked adorable sitting there in front of my fire. What a lucky man I am, I thought.

We sat drinking and talking for few minutes, completely comfortable in our nudity. Rhonda wanted to know it she had "done it" right. "Perfect," I said. "A little more practice and you'll be as good a cocksucker as our little Margie here is!" This started the two giggling again and I could tell that the alcohol was beginning to affect them.

"Hey, Jason," pouted Brandi. "It's not fair! You and I have both gotten off. Now it's Rhonda's turn!"

"Yes," Rhonda agreed eagerly. "I've made myself cum with my fingers before but I want to try what you were doing to Brandi."

"No problem!" I stated. How could I resist that? "Just lay back here, Rhonda."

I placed a pillow under her head as she lay back and let my fingers wander through her hair for a moment. It was like thick silk and I could have played with it all night. Instead, I leaned down and kissed her forehead then kissed those full red lips. They were as soft as I had imagined them and after a second she parted them to give my tongue access to her mouth. I kissed her deeply and could taste wine cooler mixed with my own cum. It was not unpleasant, at all.

I moved down and kissed her throat and could feel her pulse beneath her tanned skin. "Just relax," I heard Brandi tell her friend. "Jason's the best."

As I moved down her body, I could tell from her tan lines that her two piece bathing suit was a little too small for her. I bet she looked incredibly sexy when she was wearing it. Of course, she looked incredibly sexy stark naked on the floor of my den, as well!

I reached for her right breast and began to gently massage it. Her tits were heavy and firm and had that somewhat conical shape that told they were still growing. If she looked like this at eleven, she was going to have one hell of a rack at 18!

I placed her left breast in my mouth and gently sucked on the nipple. Rhonda moaned as I felt it spring to life under my probing tongue. I tweaked her right one with my fingers as I sucked a little more firmly.

With some reluctance, I abandoned her developing breasts and continued my journey down her body. This was always the most exciting part for me: discovering a woman's body for the first time. They were all so different and so beautiful. My lips followed the curve of her slightly rounded belly and my tongue probed her belly button.

My hands moved down to the tops of her ample thighs and began to massage. I parted her legs a bit while still kissing and tonguing her stomach and reached for her mound. I felt her dark hair brush my palm. She had quite a bit more hair than Brandi but it was just as soft. I reached lower and ran a finger across her young slit. It was hot and moist, a testament to the fact that she was excited and willing.

I spread her legs further and knelt between them. I kissed her mound and then swiped my tongue upward across her lips. She made a whimpering sound and parted her legs still more. Her lips opened and in the gloom of the firelight I could just see a hint of the delights that lay in front of me. I parted her labia still further with my tongue and tasted her young snatch. Yep, I was right... little girl pussy IS the best tasting thing in the world. She had that now familiar salty, tanginess, and, I swear, there was a hint of roses.

I ran my tongue further inside of her. She was very wet and her hips began to make little circular motions. I licked deeper, tongue-fucking the eleven-year old girl, and was rewarded with even more of her juices spilling into my mouth. She put her hands on my head and pulled my face closer to her crotch.

I reached one hand up to grasp a breast and found that there was already a hand there. I glanced up and saw Brandi kneeling at Rhonda's head. Her hands were firmly planted on her friend's tits as she gently kneaded them. She was looking at me with that "ain't-I-a-nasty-bitch?" look on her face. When she was sure she had my attention, she leaned over Rhonda and started to suck her friend's breast never taking her eyes from mine.

I was startled momentarily and nearly forgot what I was doing. But you can't forget for long with a mouth full of little girl cunt. What the hell, I thought, If Brandi wants to suck Rhonda's titties, who am I to say no? I got back to the job in front of me.

Rhonda was soaked now and had started moaning nearly continuously ever since Brandi had started on her breasts. I moved my tongue upward and dragged it across her extended clit. Her hips thrust up against my face hard. I took her clit in my mouth and began to suck it gently. Her pussy was gushing and I slid a finger inside of her hot box. She wasn't quite as tight as Brandi so I immediately put a second finger in. I began to finger bang her as I sucked clit. Her pussy was clenching at my fingers, pulling them deeper inside of her. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked around to see Brandi kneeling beside me. "Can I try?" she quietly asked. I could see little beads of sweat on her upper lip and she seemed to have a wild look in her eye. Without a word, I got up from my position and let Brandi replace me. She got on her knees between her friends legs and lowered her head. With her hands at the top of Rhonda's thighs she bent down and licked once across the other girl's cunt. And then she licked again. And again. Soon she had her face buried in Rhonda's quim as if she had been doing it all her life. She put a finger inside of her friend and began to stroke in and out. Rhonda was still moaning and was pulling at her own nipples. Her hips bucked up to meet Brandi's mouth which was now fastened to her clit.

"Use two fingers," I said and Brandi obeyed. Then she put three fingers in her friend's cunt and really started to bang away. I was getting very hard watching this action and absently stroked my cock while I watched.

Brandi turned her face toward me and said, "Teach me how to do that thing you do. You know, that spot that you hit."

"G-spot?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied, "Where is it?" I told her to turn her hand palm up and curl her fingers around to just behind Rhonda's pubic bone.

"Now rub right there, firmly but not too hard." She must have found it because Rhonda really started to groan and thrash around. Brandi's mouth went back to the plump girl's clit.

I moved around behind Brandi where her cute little rear end was sticking up in the air. I positioned myself and began to lick her asshole. She wiggled her butt back against me while my tongue probed. I fingered her cunt while my tongue slid past her tight sphincter muscles and into her ass.

Soon she was soaking wet and I placed the tip of one finger at her asshole. I pressed gently and felt it slide past the tight ring and into her shit hole. Brandi stiffened for a second but I continued to move my finger, a little at a time, in and out of her bung hole. She started to relax and I flipped over on my back beneath her so I could lick her clit at the same time. As I sucked her joy button I could feel her muscles grasp my finger as it fucked in and out of her virgin asshole.

We stayed in this configuration for some minutes when I heard Rhonda say, "Jason, come here and fuck me, please. I want that cock inside of me." Brandi and I disentangled ourselves.  As she moved to one side and I took her place between Rhonda's legs, she kissed me with a smile. Her face was covered in Rhonda's juices and I could taste pussy on her lips.

I looked down at the little girl beneath me. She was completely out of it. Her hands tore at her tits and her head whipped back and forth. The whole time she whimpered, "Fuck me, quick. Jason, fuck me NOW!" I lowered myself gently intending to take things slow, but as soon as the head of cock brushed her pussy lips, her legs wrapped around my waist. She slammed upward impaling herself on the full length of  my cock. She let out one big groan and then started to buck up and down, pulling herself into the air and onto my prick with her strong legs. I could barely move. She had me totally wrapped up. All I could do was hold myself up with my arms and let her tight, young pussy come to me. I saw Brandi on the floor next to us where she could watch and she was finger fucking herself furiously. The scene was so depraved I knew that I wouldn't last long. Despite the fact that I had cum just a few minutes before, I could feel my next orgasm building. Brandi was lost in her own hand and the sight before her and I could tell that she was ready to cum again, also.

Brandi began talking. "Fuck her, Jason! Slam that big prick into her! Take him, Rhonda! Take that whole cock into your cunt."

Rhonda started to quiver and then she exploded. I literally thought that she was going to fly apart. She screamed at the top of her lungs as her orgasm overtook her. She slammed even harder against me grinding her clit with my pubic bone.

Rhonda's pussy wasn't as tight as Brandi's but her muscles were stronger. When she contracted it gripped my cock almost painfully. Soon I was filling the little girl with my sperm. I didn't think that I had much left in me but I came in buckets. Jet after jet of my sticky cum splashed inside of Rhonda, a little girl that I hadn't even known just three hours ago.

Next to us Brandi was responding to our obvious orgasms with one of her own. She moaned and fingered herself wildly seemingly trying to get her whole hand inside her tight little pussy. The three of us thrashed about lost in the throes of our love making.

Finally, both the girls lay still breathing deeply. Rhonda was motionless but I could feel her cunt still gripping spasmodically at my prick. Squeeze... release... squeeze... release. Like some crazy pulse inside her box trying to get every drop out of my abused prick.

I lowered myself gently on top of her and Rhonda hugged me tightly. "Oh, Jason," she whispered, "I love you."

"I heard that," said Brandi, with a laugh in her voice. "Don't forget, you little tramp, I saw him first!"

Rhonda looked at her friend with a smile and said, "You may have seen him first, but who does he have his prick in right now? Besides, Brandi, I love you, too."

Brandi rolled over beside us and kissed Rhonda's lips and then mine. "I love both of you guys, too."

I gently removed my wilted prick from Rhonda's cunt and rolled in between them. I put my arms around them both and pulled their small, warm bodies close to mine and said, "And I love you two girls, as well."

I kissed them both and lay back totally relaxed. They snuggled in even closer to me molding their forms around mine. And that's exactly how we fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning in a tangle of adolescent arms and legs. I gently disengaged myself from the delicious mass of flesh and made my way to the kitchen to start coffee. Looking out the window above the sink I could see that Saturday morning had dawned clear and bright but there was still a chill to the air. I returned to the den to rebuild the fire and saw that Brandi and Rhonda had moved closer together on the floor and were hugging each other in their sleep. I took an old afghan from the couch and laid it across their naked forms and then headed to the master bedroom to get ready for the day. I laid out jeans and an old sweatshirt and hopped into the shower.

As I lathered myself, I thought back back to last night's activities. As I recalled those two two young bodies and their complete sexual surrender, I started to get an erection. Well, it's my prick and I'll wash it as fast as I want to. That's right, I jacked off thinking about Brandi licking her friend's pussy and my cock buried in that same virginal cunt moments later. I came quickly, finished washing and stepped out of the shower.

After drying and dressing, I headed down the hallway to get some much needed coffee. As I passed the open door of one of the guest rooms I heard the sound of a shower running. I stopped and listened more closely and could hear above the noise of the water girl's voices talking and giggling. I had to smile.

So, the two were showering together. Even though they had enjoyed each other last night physically, I didn't think that the girls were lesbians. I decided that they were just so young and, in many ways, so naive, that they still had the inhibitions of youth. Society had yet to sully them with it's ideas of what was acceptable and what wasn't. Good for them. With luck they would retain those attitudes and always think for themselves instead of letting the "majority" decide for them. I decided that I could learn alot from those two.

I continued into the kitchen where I poured a cup of coffee and mixed a pitcher or orange juice. While I stood there gazing out the window and letting that wonderful caffeine do it's magic, there came a knock at the front door.

"Oh, shit!" I said out loud. What the fuck was I going to do now? A visitor at the door and two naked eleven-year olds in my shower. This was a recipe for disaster. I tiptoed to the door and looked out the peephole. Relief flooded me as I saw who was on my porch. It was Mark.

But I still had a decision to make. Mark obviously knew about his sister and me, but what about Rhonda? I had to consider the fact that she might not want it known, even by Mark, that she had spent the night over here. And then I noticed something that Mark had already seen.

The girls had stashed their bikes behind some bushes in my front yard. They couldn't be seen from the road but they could damn sure be seen from my front door. And Mark was staring straight at them. Kids can always recognize each other's bikes just the way you know you're best friend's car, so he had to know that Rhonda was here with Brandi and me. Well, nothing to do but let him in.

I opened the door, coffee cup in hand, trying to look nonchalant. "Hey, Mark," I said cheerfully, as he turned to face me. "How's it going?"

He was wearing a big grin and said, "Going good for me. How about YOU?" He had a leer on his face that spoke volumes. Busted. No way out of it.

"Come on in," I said. Mark followed me into the kitchen craning his neck all around looking for the girls that he knew were there. I poured him a glass of orange juice and asked, "What brings you out this way?"

"Looking for Brandi," he replied, gulping his juice. "We've got to do all the feeding over at our place. She's supposed to help but I guess she's been kind of busy." There was that leer again.

Just then Brandi and Rhonda came around the corner into the kitchen. Their hair was wet from the shower and they both had nothing but towels wrapped around their bodies. "Hey, Jason," called out Brandi, "You in here?" and then broke off sharply when she saw her brother standing there.

Rhonda moved back around the corner a bit and didn't say a word, waiting to see what would happen. I have to hand it to Brandi. she realized the situation quickly and just decided to play it off as the most natural thing in the world.

"Well, hello big brother," she said walking towards him. As she neared him she let her towel drop to the floor and hugged him closely. She pressed the full length of her damp body against her brother, stood on tiptoe and kissed him. "Good morning, Mark. What's up?"

Mark glanced at Rhonda then put his arms around Brandi and cupped her ass in both hands. "Not much," he replied, returning her kiss. "Trying to find you to come help with the chores. Slut."

They both laughed and Brandi broke the embrace and turned to me. "Got any more of that OJ?" she asked and pulled my head down to give me a deep, tongue probing kiss.

While I poured both girls a glass of juice, Brandi picked her towel up from the floor. Instead of wrapping it around her body again, she merely tossed it over one shoulder leaving her gorgeous body exposed. Rhonda stepped further into the kitchen to take the glass from my hand and also gave me a "good morning" kiss. It wasn't as deep and long as the one Brandi had given me, but just as sweet.

"Well, maybe we should get dressed," said Brandi and the pair trooped out of the room, glasses in hand.

Mark and I refilled our respective beverages and went in to the den to await the girls. They seemed to be gone a long time and occasionally we heard giggling coming from the guest room. We sat and talked for what seemed like ten minutes or so when the two little girls came back in. Only they hadn't gotten dressed. They had put on the robes that they had been wearing the night before and, once again, Brandi's wasn't tied closed.

She walked straight to her brother and sat on his lap. She placed one arm around Mark's neck and cuddled close to him. "Mark, honey," she said in an innocent voice, "Will you do me a favor?"

"If I can," he replied, his free hand wandering to his sister's small breast.

"Will you, please, please, please fuck my friend Rhonda?"

Coffee nearly flew out my nose when she said that. I looked at Rhonda, who was sitting on the floor. She looked like she was trying to keep from laughing out loud. Mark had a stunned looked on his face.

"What?" he managed to croak.

"She thinks you;re really good looking," said Brandi. "And I told her how good you are at eating pussy. And since you won't fuck me, why don't you fuck her?"

Mark had told me that even though he had been having oral sex with his sister for two years, he was still a virgin. He just couldn't bring himself to do it with Brandi even though she had offered it numerous times. Now here was this pretty little girl offering herself to him. There was no way he was going to refuse.

"Where and when?," was all he asked.

""Here and now," said Brandi standing up and throwing off her robe. "Both of you guys get undressed right now! We're not leaving you out of this, Jason!"

I don't know who got their clothes off the fastest but within ten seconds Mark and I were both standing there naked grinning at each other like idiots.

"Sit on the couch, you two," Brandi instructed. "Rhonda, you get Jason ready for me and I'll get Mark ready for you." We did as we were told and soon we both had a naked eleven-year old between our legs.

Now that the light was better, I could get a good look at Rhonda. She was plump, it was true, but the plumpness gave her a voluptuousness that was irresistible. She gave me that little girl smile of hers as she moved into position and took my stiffening rod in her hand. She licked it all over and took it into her mouth. It was all so quick that I still wasn't fully erect when she started sucking. Maybe it was that, or maybe the practice last night had paid off, but by the time I was completely hard, she was taking the full length of my prick into her throat.

Rhonda worked on me slowly, moving up and down. As soon as my shaft would start to emerge from her mouth her hand was there to grip it. Then she would begin her downward plunge and I would be totally inside her mouth one more.

I looked over beside me to watch Brandi suck her brother. It was an incredible turn on to watch two siblings in sex play and I mourned the lost opportunities with my own sexy sister. I had fantasized about my older sister Jan, but of course, had never had the guts to try anything with her.

Rhonda was also watching the pair beside us and I saw her free hand creep between her thighs to find her pussy. The brother-sister act must have made her just as hot as it made me. She began to stroke her pussy in time with her mouth on my prick.

Mark's hip were thrusting at his sister's face and she pulled away from him. "No so fast, bro," she said. "You're getting a little too close. Let's switch for awhile, Rhonda."

The girls made the exchange and soon I had Brandi holding my cock in her lovely hands. She didn't start to suck on me right away. She stroked my prick with her hand but all her attention was on her brother and Rhonda. "You want to watch for awhile?" I asked her. "Here, let's trade places."

We made the switch and soon my face was between her legs. I could smell her freshly scrubbed skin and the aroma of her damp pussy. It was the perfect aphrodisiac. I scooted her butt out to the edge of the couch to give myself better access and dove in. As I tongued Brandi's tight hole, she reached down and fingered her own clit. She was really wet and every time I glanced up, her eyes were watching the couple next to us. I didn't know what was getting her hotter... my tongue, her finger, or the show beside us.

From my position between the little girl's thighs I couldn't really see what was going on next to us, but I could hear Mark.

"Suck my cock, Rhonda," he urged the girl. "Oh, god, that's so good, baby. Take it all in."

This continued for several minutes and then I heard Rhonda say, "Come lay on the floor, Mark."

Brandi whispered to me, "Come here and watch this." I moved up next to her on the couch. Her hand went straight for my prick and started pumping. I returned the favor by fingering her wet snatch and small, extended clit.

We watched as Rhonda put Mark on the floor the knelt above his head saying, "Eat my pussy, Mark." The boy needed no further urging as the girl settled her ample thighs around his head and bent over him in a classic 69 position. Mark's hands went up to grasp the large twin globes of Rhonda's ass as Rhonda's mouth returned to his throbbing prick.

Brandi and I watched this amazing sight in silence for a minute or two. She gave a conspiratorial wink and put her finger to her lips in "shushing" fashion. She disentangled herself from me and got on the floor by the wildly sucking couple. She tapped Rhonda's shoulder.

Rhonda looked up with a smile. They kissed each other lightly on the lips and soon it was Brandi's mouth on her brother's pole. Rhonda straightened up and blew me a kiss while the boy continued to lick her cunt. I was not sure if Mark was even aware of the switch that had occurred since his vision was blocked by Rhonda's legs, but I could tell that the girls were up to something and sat back to watch.

The 14-year old boy was stretched out. One little girl riding his face while another sucked his teen age cock. I stroked myself slowly watching. I saw Rhonda's hands reach back and land on top of Mark's where they were still holding her fleshy ass cheeks.

As if on cue, Brandi took her brother's prick from her mouth and slowly moved her body till she her dripping cunt was poised directly over his member. She held it right at the entrance to her small slit and then nodded to Rhonda. Rhonda gripped Mark's wrists and brought them down under her knees putting her full weight on them. At the same time, Brandi dropped down and impaled herself on his straining rod.

Mark's body stiffened at this new sensation and he stopped his pussy activity. As Brandi began to slide up and down on his wet pole, he struggled to get his hands free. Rhonda had him effectively trapped, though, and he was going nowhere.

"Brandi laughed and said, "Don't fight it big brother. Like it or not, you're fucking your baby sister. And I have a feeling you're going to like it."

Rhonda raised her crotch from Mark's face a bit but kept his arms pinned with her knees. Mark looked up at Brandi slowly massaging his cock with her young pussy. "Get off me, bitch!" he yelled at his sister.

"No way," she replied. "You're staying a prisoner until either you cum inside of me, or you give up and fuck me of your own free will."

Mark glared at her but Brandi just serenely smiled down at her older brother and kept fucking slowly on his pole. "Oh, Mark," she breathed, "I always knew your prick would feel this good in me. I've wanted to fuck you for so long. Doesn't my pussy feel good?"

I had been in that pussy many times and I knew just exactly how good it felt. Mark was doomed and just didn't know it yet. There's not a man in the world that wouldn't just give in to the inevitable in that situation. Mark was no exception.

As his sister continued riding him and telling him how good his prick felt inside of her, I saw him relax. Then he started to move slightly, his hips jabbing upward to meet his sister's strokes. Rhonda was watching for this and slowly started to release the pressure on Mark's trapped arms. As soon as his hands were free they straight to Brandi's narrow hips. He was fucking her in earnest, now. Brandi had won.

Rhonda couldn't take her eyes off the coupled pair. She was still on her knees at Mark's head and I got off the couch and moved behind her. We had an unobstructed view of Mark's cock plunging into his sister's belly. I reached between Rhonda's round thighs and felt her wet pussy. As I placed two fingers inside her quivering snatch she moved backward grinding against my hand. She never looked away from the Brandi and Mark right in front of us.

I spread her legs a bit and got directly behind her. I guided the head of my prick to her warm opening and pushed forward. Rhonda let out a long sigh as my meat slowly disappeared inside of her. She wiggled her ass against me and I started to pump.

As I fucked the girl, she leaned over Mark's head until her left breast was directly over his mouth. Looking up and seeing her fat tit an inch from his face, Mark naturally took it immediately into his mouth and started sucking. Rhonda moaned from the twin sensations of my cock buried deep in her tight, young pussy while Mark sucked and nibbled her nipple.

I looked across at Brandi. she had a triumphant look on her face and smiled at me. She mouthed the words, "I love you." in my direction and I returned them to her. She had one hand pulling at her right nipple and reached her other hand out to massage Rhonda's unoccupied tit.

It was too much for me. I couldn't hold back any longer and my prick jumped as it began to spill my seed into Rhonda. I felt her slick tunnel become coated with my cum as I slammed ever harder into her. Her pussy gripped my cock hard as her own orgasm began. She pounded her cunt back to meet me as our spasms came in perfect time. Her cunt would clench as my prick would spray. Time after time our bodies were rocked by the intense orgasms we were having.

After I was completely spent, Rhonda was still cumming so I slowly moved my prick in and out of her contracting snatch while she rode the aftershocks of her orgasm. They lasted for what seemed like forever.

As we were slowing to a halt, I heard a muffled groan come from Mark escaping around the tit that was still in his mouth. With his hands still on his sister's hips, he bucked his hips straight up with great force, at the same time pulling her down to meet him. I could tell that he was blowing his incestuous seed into the little girl and her stomach muscles rippled as she joined him in orgasmic ecstasy.

He thrust again and again as Brandi shouted, "Fuck me, Mark! Oh, how I love you! Cum inside of me! Fuck your sister!"

Rhonda and I, still joined, watched the spectacle before us in complete fascination. Who would have thought that brother-sister sex would be that exciting to watch? My thoughts once again returned to my sister Jan. What I wouldn't give, I thought.

Soon the siblings had slowed their frantic coupling and, as I pulled out of Rhonda and we moved back out the way, Brandi fell across Mark's chest. Her girlish hips continued to move up and down on Mark's wilting pole as if they had a mind of their own, as if they wanted more of the boy's prick.

"I love you, Mark," she said looking deeply into his eyes. "Thank you. I've wanted you for so long and you've made me very happy." She reached up and kissed her brother deeply and I could see their tongues twining about each other.

When they broke the kiss, Mark said, "I love you, too, Sis. I'm sorry I've been so stupid about this whole thing. It just seemed so wrong."

"What could be wrong about it?" asked Brandi. "We love each other, so why shouldn't we give each other pleasure? What better way to express that love? We're not hurting anyone, so if other people don't like it, I say 'fuck em'!"

"I think I would rather fuck you, Sis!" he laughed.

The four of us slowly disentangled ourselves basking in that warm feeling that only comes from great sex. We lay on the floor talking for awhile recovering our breath and then Mark said, "Well, I hate to break up the party, but we really do need to go feed the animals, Brandi."

Rhonda decided that she would go help the other kids and then we might all meet down at the pond for a swim that afternoon. The girls headed to the guest room where they had left their clothes. I left Mark in the den and headed for my own room. I was feeling a little warm and decided to get a tee shirt in exchange for the sweat shirt that I had first put on earlier that morning.

As I stood staring in my closet trying to decide what to wear, Brandi came walking in. She had her jeans on but her shirt was still in her hand. She grabbed me in a tight hug and I could feel her pointy nipples against my chest.

"Thanks for a great time, Jason." she said. "Let's do it again. Soon."

I assured that we would and reached in to get a shirt. As I pulled it off it's hanger the clothes surrounding it parted and Brandi said, "Cool! A snowboard!"

I followed her pointing finger and sure enough, there was a snowboard hanging on the back wall of the closet. Now what the hell was that doing there? Uncle Charles snow boarding? Unlikely, to say the least.

I couldn't understand why I had never seen it there before. I reached out to take it off the wall and as I took it's weight in my hand, there came a distinct 'click' and the entire back wall of the closet swung noiselessly away from me a few inches. I set the board aside and pushed on the wall. It opened further to reveal stairs disappearing downward into darkness.

"A secret passageway!" exclaimed Brandi. More of my uncles tricks. Whatever was down those stairs, I knew,  would have to be interesting.

Brandi and I stood halfway in the closet trying to see through the darkness of the stairwell. "Stay here," I told her. "Let me check this out." I struck my lighter and stepped on to the stairs. Looking around, I found a light switch and flipped it up. A bulb lit somewhere at the bottom and gave me enough light to see my way down.

I must have been 20 feet below the level of the house when the stairs came to end. In front of me where two heavy steel doors. I tried them both and, of course, they were locked.

"Just as well," I thought. My uncle had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to conceal whatever lay behind those doors. It would be better to open them when I was alone in the house. Once I saw what was there I could decide whether or not to let the kids in on it.

"What's down there?" came Brandi's voice echoing down the stairway.

"Couple of locked doors," I shouted starting back up to the bedroom. "I'm not sure where the keys are," I half-lied to Brandi. "I may not even have any keys to them. You kids go ahead and take care of your chores and I'll catch up with you later."

I walked them all to the door with Brandi excitedly telling the others about our discovery. I promised that I would let them know what I discovered and we said our good byes. I quickly grabbed the mysterious bundle of keys out of their hiding place and headed back to the master bedroom.

Back down the stairs I went. I went to the left hand door first. The third key that I tried rotated the tumblers of the dead bolt and I felt a satisfying 'click' as it unlocked. I opened the door slowly and was met by a gust of cool air. I reached around the door jamb feeling for a light switch. My hand found what it sought and I moved the switch up.

A blaze of lights came up and I pushed the door fully open. "Goddamn!" I said out loud. I was staring into a room that looked like the control room of a small television station. There were monitors and racks of equipment everywhere. The back wall was covered with shelves containing row upon row of video tapes in black plastic covers.

I sat in front of one of the control panels and examined the labeled switches. With a little experimentation I brought the monitors to life and soon discovered that there were hidden cameras throughout the house above me! The buttons had labels like "guest room 1," "bathroom 1," "master bedroom" and so on. As I flipped each switch the corresponding room would glow to life on the monitors in front of me. Every single room of the house had a camera. And there were even a few outside.

Uncle Charles, you old voyeuristic sonofabitch! I could just see him saying good night to house guests and retiring to his room only to come down here to spy on their nocturnal activities. I loved it!

I moved to another panel whose labels were somewhat more cryptic. No amount of pushing of buttons or flipping of switches got me anything but complete blackness. Oh well, plenty of time to figure this all out. But what's behind that other door?

 I left the control room and went to the next door. I unlocked and opened this one more boldly turning on lights as I entered. I found myself in a long hallway that seemed to end at another door about 30 yards away. I made my way down the hall and opened this door, which was unlocked.

Another set of stairs was revealed leading up. I headed upward, a slight glow illuminating my steps. When I reached the top I could tell that I was inside a large structure. I must finally be inside the barn. One small skylight far above gave enough brightness for me to see the shapes of furniture nearby. Searching around the wall to my right I finally found a switch and turned it on.

The light that came showed me what was undoubtedly a series of 'sets.' Different areas of the barn were set up to look like various rooms. One corner was a bedroom... another was a game room area. One area was set up to look like a bar in someone's home.

In the middle of all this were six or seven cameras on tripods. Cables snaked away from them and led into a conduit set in the floor. Charles had had his own little movie studio here! The cables undoubtedly led back to the control room and the switches that had showed blackness were to the cameras set up here. There just hadn't been enough light to show me a picture when I had tried them.

I spent a hour or so poking around the 'studio' looking at all the props and equipment. The loft of the barn had been converted, as well. The area that would normally have been used to store hay was now a row of four small bedrooms each with a small dressing table and closet. There was also one bathroom at the far end. Must be for the convenience of the actors, I thought.

I finally left the barn and made my way back to the control room. I wanted to see what kind of videos Charles had been making. I popped several of the tapes into a DVD and saw that they were all porno videos. And very well made, at that. I began to think that I had found the source of my uncle's secret bank accounts. I had to laugh out loud.

I turned everything off, locked up tightly, and headed back upstairs. I glanced at the clock and figured that the kids had had enough time to finish their work so I went out the back door and down to the pond.

I heard splashing and giggling as I approached but was surprised and a little disappointed when I got to the clearing at the water's edge. Brandi, Mark and Rhonda were in the water but they were joined by a young boy and girl that had to Randy and Meghan, the nine-year old Whelan twins.

Well, I thought, no skinny dipping with nubile young ladies today! Just then Rhonda lunged out of the water at Mark and I could see that she WAS skinny dipping. The kids hadn't noticed me yet so I quietly watched for awhile. Sure enough, all five kids were stark naked and nobody seemed to think anything about it.

I finally stepped closer and yelled, "Hi kids! What's up?" The two Meghan and Randy froze but the others waved and shouted for me to join them. When I hesitated, Mark splashed out and approached me. He explained in a low voice that their parents had returned unexpectedly. They were tired from all the driving and asked the older kids to take Meghan and Randy with them to the swimming hole so they could get some rest. There didn't seem to be any way out of it so they agreed.

However, on the way down they told the two youngest kids that if they came with them they had to join the Skinny Dipping Club and be sworn to secrecy. Otherwise, they would never bring them again. They had made it all seem very grown-up and secretive so, of course, Meg and Randy had agreed.

Mark had made up some dark oath full of dire consequences and sworn them in. At which point everyone stripped and into the pond they went. "They think you're the president of the club!" laughed Mark.

I laughed along with him and decided that it wasn't right for El Presidente to be clothed when all his loyal followers were starkers. Soon I was wearing what the Emperor wore and joined the others in the water.

After a few minutes of splashing around someone yelled, "Horsefights!" and we chose up sides. I got Brandi on my shoulders, Mark had Meghan and Rhonda had Randy. Total chaos ensued as slippery wet bodies slammed against each other trying to unhorse the others.

Brandi wasn't making things easy for me as she rubbed her pussy against the back of my neck. She tweaked my nipples and whispered in my ear, "Why don't you turn around and lick my slit, big boy?" Despite the cool water I was getting something of a hard-on.

After a few bouts it was clear that Brandi and I had the tactical superiority with my greater weight and strength so it was decided to swap partners. This time I wound up with little Meg's thighs wrapped around my neck. I could feel her puffy little cunt on my neck.

I found myself wishing that I could turn around a get a look at her tiny hole. The angel on my right shoulder said, "She's only nine years old!" but the devil on my left came back with, "Hey, you already fucked her eleven-year old sister! What's a couple years? Besides, you only want a quick peek!" That damn devil had a good point. Fuck you, angel!

As I moved my head, rubbing surreptitiously against Meg's little pussy, I caught Brandi giving me one of her looks from her perch atop her brother's shoulders. I was a little surprised to see that I wasn't the only one with a boner. As Randy clambered aboard Rhonda, I could see his little prick sticking up like a periscope. It was soon buried in Rhonda's long wet hair and hidden from sight. I knew that Rhonda had to be able to feel that three inch boner pressed against her head but she made no sign.

The fights continued. Once Brandi and Meg pulled each other off and they both landed in the water directly in front of me. Just before their heads came back up, I felt a hand wrap around my stiff cock. Just a quick grab and release. I couldn't be sure who had done it, but the hand had felt too small to be Brandi's. Was Meg feeling me up? A nine-year old? It didn't seem possible but with the Whelan kids, you never could tell what was going to happen.

I was soon tired from all the play and begged off. Actually, I wanted to go sit on the shallow water and let my cock return to it's normal size. It was rock hard and throbbing and I needed some relief. Or at least some time to cool off.

Brandi swam over and sat next to me. She leaned over and whispered, "So, did you like it when my baby sister grabbed your prick?"

"So that WAS her!" I said. "What ever possessed her to do that, Brandi?"

"I don't know," Brandi said, "Lately she seems to have gone cock-crazy. I saw her the other day behind the house with the dog. She had him on his back rubbing his stomach and his old red-bone was sticking way out.

"Then, just day before yesterday, I caught her and Randy out in the barn showing each other their things. They got kind of embarrassed when I walked in and Randy said 'She talked me into it!' I wouldn't have believed him if I hadn't seen her with old Butch behind the house.

"I just played it off and said it wasn't a big deal. Everyone did it."

"Do you think they did more than look?" I asked getting turned on by her story.

"Naw, but if she's anything like her big sister, she will be soon. After all, I was nine when Mark and I started to fool around. I think I need to have a sisterly talk with little Meg. Soon.

"Hey, what did you find in the secret passage?"

I started to describe to Brandi what had been behind those doors and soon the others were gathered around listening.

"Cool!" Mark said, "Can we go check it out?"

Meg stood up next to me, her little puffy pussy lips not nine inches from my mouth. "Please, Jason," she squealed. "Can we go see?"

I looked straight at her crotch and said, "Whatever you want."

We all got dressed and trooped up to my house. When we got there, I made all the kids swear not to tell anyone what they were about to see. (I told the little ones it was part of the Skinny Dipping Club. "This can be our clubhouse," I told them.)

I then took them all through the secret door and gave them the grand tour. However, I left out the part about the house being wired for sight and sound. That would be my little secret for now.

The kids loved it and Mark, at least, saw the possibilities right away. He got me off to the side at one point and whispered, "Jason, we can make some great videos, if you know what I mean." I knew exactly what he meant and I was looking forward to it as much as he.

After exploring the place for awhile the kids decided that they better get home before their parents awoke from their nap and started looking for them. We went back upstairs and as they were leaving little Meghan ran up to hug me. Her head only came to the middle of my stomach and as she wrapped her arms around my hips I could feel her hard, flat chest pressing firmly against my prick.

"Thanks for showing us around, Jason," she said. "I hope to see you soon." With that, and kisses from the two older girls, they were out the door and headed home.

I went into the kitchen for a beer when the phone rang. It was my ex-wife.

Let me explain that 'ex-wife' is not a dirty word in my vocabulary like it is for so many men. I had joined the army straight out of high school and met Christy while stationed in California. We had gotten married quickly. Apparently, too quickly, for the marriage ended just three years later. We had remained friends, though. At first it was for the sake of the son and daughter that we had brought into the world during those first mad years. But later, we realized that we really did like each other. We just couldn't be husband and wife.

We had remained in close contact, even though her job with a computer firm kept her moving around quite a bit. And our daughter Alison, now fifteen, and her 14-year old brother Matthew, spent a lot of time with me. We all had a good relationship.

"Hi, Christy," I said into the phone, "What's up?"

"I wanted to ask a favor, Jason. Friday was Alison last day of school and my boss wants me to go to the London office to straighten some stuff out. Is it okay to send Alison out to you now instead of next month like we planned?"

"Sure," I said. "Put her on a plane."

"Great," she said, "There's just one more thing. Uh... I kinda got roped into keeping Sandra this summer. Can I send her, too?"

"I suppose so," I said, "The more the merrier, right?" I tried to sound cheerful but I was afraid that the two girls were going to put a real dent in my recent little girl fucking. At least my son Matt wasn't coming right away. He was away at basketball camp for the first month of summer vacation.

Christy gave me the flight information, we chatted for a few more minutes, then hung up. I took my beer over to the kitchen table to ponder the situation.

Sandra was my wife's niece. Christy brother had married an Hispanic lady and when her father died, they had inherited a large ranch in Mexico. It was a huge responsibility that kept them out of the country for much of the year. Sandra was there seventeen-year old daughter.

She was a wonderful girl. We had had many good times together and it wasn't unusual for her to spend time with me when Alison was there. The two had been inseparable for years despite their age difference. I thought back to the last time I had seen her.

It had been two years ago and I had taken Alison and Annie to Six Flags. We had gotten a motel room the night before so we could get an early start. That morning while Alison was in the shower, Annie and I sat and talked a bit. After a while she said, "I think I'll put on a different shirt. It's going to be hot today." She stood up about three feet in front of me, looked me square in the eyes and pulled her sweater off over her head. I nearly choked when I saw she wasn't wearing a bra.

At the time, Annie had been about 5'2" and was already very curvaceous for a fifteen-year old. Her olive skin was beautiful and without a blemish and her breasts were topped by the darkest nipples I had ever seen. She continued to look me in the eye as she casually folded her sweater up. I didn't know what to say. I was hypnotized by those luscious tits right in front of me. They were perky and stood straight out from her chest without a bit of sag.

Her suitcase was behind me on the bed that I was sitting on. She leaned across me to drop her sweater in her case and retrieve a tee shirt. Her young tits were inches away and I had to fight the urge to reach out and caress them. She fumbled in her suitcase for a long time before getting the shirt she wanted and then made a big production of putting it on slowly.

When she got the shirt settled in place, she smiled at me innocently, kissed my forehead and went into the bathroom to brush her hair. I heard the sound of the shower as the door opened and closed and heard her call out to Alison, "Hurry up, slowpoke! Time's wastin'."

I just sat there stunned not having said a word. I would have thought I imagined the whole thing if not for the boner making a tent in my lap. When it was my turn in the shower I had jacked-off swiftly picturing my niece's body and what I would like to have done to it. I had often wondered what she would have done if I had grabbed one of her tits.

"Probably slapped the shit of me," I said out loud and laughed. Oh well, I thought, finishing my beer, at least I got to see them. There had never been a word spoken about it since then. And, unfortunately, there had never been a repeat performance.

The next day I drove to the airport to pick up the girls. When Alison stepped into the waiting area, I couldn't believe how beautiful she had gotten. She had her mother's long blond hair and green eyes, but she had inherited my height and thinness. She was tall and willowy and moved like a cloud. She was wearing shorts that showed off her long, tan legs. Her tight tee shirt outlined the small breasts perched high on her chest. She flashed that stunning smile that was so like her mom's as she ran to hug me.

"Hi, Daddy," she said, her full lips kissing my cheek. "I have really missed you!"

Just then Sandra joined the group hug. "Hi, Uncle Jason. Thanks for letting me come,"  she said. I stood back and took a good look at her. She had only gotten about two inches taller than the last time I had seen her, but she had gotten much curvier. Her hips were wide and womanly and I figured it took at least a D-cup bra to contain those massive mammaries that she was sporting. She was a miniature brick shit-house.

We gathered their luggage and made the one hour drive out to my place. They marveled at how big the house was when I gave them a tour. They each picked out a room and did a little unpacking.

We sat and talked for awhile, catching up on gossip and getting reacquainted. They were both tired from the trip and decided to take a nap before dinner. I told them that sounded like a good idea since I was kind of bushed, as well. We exchanged kisses and headed for our separate bedrooms.

I lay back on my bed for awhile and started to doze. Something roused me and I realized it was the sound of a door opening down the hallway. I heard a light knock and a muffled voice.

I don't know why I did it, but I decided to go check out the surveillance equipment and do a little eavesdropping on my house guests. Soon I was in the control room and warming up the monitors.

The girls were in Annie's room sitting cross legged on the bed. They both were wearing just tee shirts and panties. Alison's slim pale body was a perfect compliment to Sandra's dark, rounded shape. They were achingly beautiful. I turned up the volume to hear what they were saying.

"Isn't this a great place, Annie?" said Alison.

"It's wonderful!" she replied. "This is going to be a great summer. I hope our folks are away a long time. Shit, I could live here with no problem at all."

"Me too," said Alison. "I wonder if Mom would let me stay here for a school year?"

"Your dad is still such a hunk," breathed Annie. She lay back on the bed and stretched causing her shirt to move farther up and expose more of her panties. "Maybe I'll just go in there and rape him right now!"

"You slut," laughed my daughter. "He would kick your ass straight out of the room." She reached over and placed her hand on her cousin's leg just below the knee. "I, on the other hand," she continued, "Just might let you get away with it."

"Might?" laughed Annie. "When was it ever rape? If anyone's a slut around here, it's you, skinny bitch!"

Was I hearing what I thought I was hearing?

"Who are you calling 'Skinny,' fat girl?"

Annie pulled her shirt up and exposed her bare breasts. "You're just jealous of my womanly body," she said. She pressed her giant tits together with the palms of her hands and rubbed them together.

"Why should I be jealous?" my daughter asked. "I get it any time I want it." And with that she leaned over and took one of Annie's black nipples into her mouth. Annie finished removing her shirt as Alison took over rubbing her cousin's tits.

I watched fascinated as my fifteen-year old daughter sucked one nipple and then the other, never taking her hands from the large breasts. As she sucked she slowly slid her body down until she was laying alongside Annie.

The older girl reached down and grasped my daughter's tee shirt pulling it over her head. They were both wearing just their thin panties and I could see the dark patch between my niece's legs. Annie pulled Alison up to her level and they kissed passionately, tongues intertwining.

"I love you, you Mexican whore," said Alison.

"And I love you, skinny whitebread bitch," returned Sandra.

I was getting harder than Chinese algebra when a thought suddenly entered my mind. "Oh, shit!" I said out loud. I got up from the controls and began scrambling around for a blank disc. I could be recording all this! I finally found a case of blanks in one of the cabinets and slammed it into the machine. When I was sure I was recording, I returned to the console.

When I looked up I saw that my daughter was still deeply kissing her cousin, but now she had one hand between the other girl's legs and was caressing her pubic mound through the thin material of her panties. Annie had one hand on Alison's breast pinching the nipple.

My daughter's tits were not much bigger than little Rhonda's but they were beautifully shaped and had more of a woman's roundness to them. Her little pink nipples stood out proud and erect. I felt a little weird watching my daughter make love to another woman but it would have taken a hand grenade to get me away from that monitor. God bless you, Uncle Charles!

I fiddled with the controls, found the zoom knob and centered in on my niece's crotch. As Alison's hand gently stroked, I could see a wet patch appear on Annie's panties. I heard Alison say, "Let me get you out of these wet things, dear." And they both giggled.

I pulled back out and watched my little girl get on her knees and start to tug on her cousin's panties. As they came down, Annie's black bush appeared. It looked like the hairiest thing I had ever seen, but as her panties came completely and she spread her legs, I could see that her pussy lips were clean shaven. It was just her mound above her clit that she had allowed her pubic hair to grow.

Alison sucked Annie's left breast into her mouth again and I saw her gently bite the nipple. Annie's hand went to her own crotch and she started to play with her pussy. Alison continued to suck the large tits as Annie fingered herself. It was at this point that I somehow found myself with my pants around my ankles and a very stiff cock in my hand.

Alison straightened up and said, "Where are they?" Annie now had her eyes closed and a finger buried in her snatch. She said simply, "Duffel bag."

Alison got off the bed and stripped off her own panties. My breath caught in my throat at the perfect roundness of her ass cheeks. When she turned toward the camera I saw that her pussy was completely shaven. Not a trace of hair anywhere. My fifteen-year old daughter was an absolute goddess.

Alison dug around in Annie's duffel bag and then returned to the bed where her cousin was still fingering herself. She tossed something on the bed and I saw that it was a battery powered vibrator. She had another one in her hand which she activated with a twist of her wrist. The low buzzing sound came clearly through the speaker.

She got back on the bed, her knees by Annie's head. She bent toward the older girl's crotch and started to stroke Annie's thighs with the vibrator. Annie removed her finger from her cunt and said, "Put it in me, baby."

Alison spread the girl's labia with one hand while the other guided the vibrating dildo towards the exposed snatch. She inserted the tip into her cousin and moved it up and down the girl's slit spreading her wetness. She pushed in further and started to slowly fuck her with plastic cock.

She soon had a full nine inches stroking in and out of Annie and she bent closer and licked across the clit in front of her. As her tongue made contact, Annie stiffened and moaned, "Oh, fuck me, baby. You know how I like it!"

Annie's hands were squeezing in her own breasts and pulling at her nipples. Her hips were moving to the tempo that my daughter was setting with the vibrator. Slow and gentle the dildo moved in and out of the wet pussy. The camera was so good that I could zoom in and see where her cunt lips clung to the sides of the vibrator as it moved out. Her juices were soaking the bed beneath her.

"Fuck me hard, bitch!" said Annie and soon Alison had increased the speed of her hand. Faster and faster the vibrator plunged into girl's snatch and faster and faster my daughter's tongue flew across the extended clit. As Annie's hips bucked, Alison changed position and was soon between the other's legs. It was hard to tell from my angle but it looked as if she now had the vibrator on Annie's clit and her tongue buried in her cunt.

Annie's hips slammed against Alison's face and she squeezed her large tits unmercifully. Soon she was bucking with such force that I knew that she was cumming, covering my baby girl's face with her pussy juice. As Annie's spasms began to subside, Alison tossed the vibrator out of the way and was licking her cousin's slit from top to bottom, gently bring her down from the orgasm.

After a minute or so more, Annie lay breathing deeply, hands limp at her sides. Alison moved back up on the bed and lay on her belly next to her cousin. One hand idly massaging the older girl's breast.

"I needed that, baby," said Annie. She rolled onto her side and patted Alison's firm, round ass. "How about you? You need some relief?"

"Tell you what," replied Alison, "Let's take that nap and then I want one of your 'specials' to start the evening off right. Sound good?"

"Whatever you want, skinny girl."

"Thanks, fat girl. I love you." They kissed once and were soon snuggled together asleep. And I sat there at the control panel with sperm all over my stomach.

I just sat there stunned for a few minutes, my quickly softening prick in my hands. I didn't know what surprised me more: the fact that my daughter like to eat her cousin's pussy or the fact that I had gotten so turned on by my little girl that I had jacked off.

I stopped the DVD but left the disc in it. Whatever this 'special' was that Alison had referred to was going to be captured on disc. I stripped my shirt off and used it to wipe the gooey cum from my belly and cock and then headed back upstairs. I realized something about Alison and Sandra: this was not a new thing for them. I could tell from the way they treated each other that they had been lovers for a long time. They were so casual and at ease with one another that this affair must have been going for some time. Not to mention their little pet names for each other. 'Fat girl' and 'skinny girl,' indeed! The descriptions didn't fit either one.

I kicked around the house for awhile killing time. I balanced my checkbook, took some steaks out of the freezer for dinner, picked up a little bit; but I made sure that I passed by the bedroom that Alison and Annie were in every few minutes. I would stop and listen for the slightest sound to see if they were awake yet. I didn't want to miss Annie's 'special.' But they must have really been tired... they slept like the dead.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, I heard the rustling of bed clothes and the unmistakable sound of someone stretching and yawning. I practically flew back down to the control room. I seated myself in front of the board and slapped the button that would start the DVD recording.

When the monitor flickered to life I saw Alison stretched out on the bed on her stomach, apparently still asleep. The sheets were in a twisted mass at the foot of the bed. Annie was nowhere to be seen. Was she in the house somewhere, maybe looking for me? How would I explain my absence if she searched and I was nowhere to be found?

After a few tense moments, I heard running water and Annie walked into the room from the direction of the bathroom. Hell, I could have flipped through all the cameras and seen that she was only in the bathroom. I still had to get used to this almost god-like ability to spy on people anywhere in my home.

I watched Annie approach the bed. Her huge tits swayed as she walked in perfect counterpoint to her deliciously rounded hips. Her olive skinned body glowed with health and youthfulness. My niece was heartbreakingly beautiful and I envied my daughter for having a lover such as this.

Annie gently tugged at the sheets pulling them off the bed. She dug through the tangled material and finally came out with the two vibrators that had been tossed aside earlier. She set them close to one edge of the bed.

She began to lightly rub Alison's slim calves and ankles slowly massaging upward. Her hands slid up further to my daughter's thighs and as she rubbed she also moved her legs apart a few inches. Alison lay still, apparently still sleeping.

Now Annie's hands were on Alison's ass. She kneaded the firm flesh more vigorously and my daughter stirred a bit. I heard Annie say softly, "Just lay still, lover. Let me take care of you." Alison mumbled something in reply but with her face buried in her pillow I couldn't make it out.

Annie continued to massage the other girl's ass. Every once in awhile she would let her hand drift down between the two globes to probe the secret places that were still hidden. I heard Alison moan quietly and her hips raised off the bed a couple of inches. Annie kept rubbing and massaging but knelt between Alison's legs and pulled her hips further into the air. When she seemed to have her positioned where she wanted, she began kissing the soft white flesh in front of her. She kissed the backs of my daughter's thighs and worked her way up to the young butt just above them. She kissed each cheek lightly then stuck her tongue out. I watched as she trailed it downward to the crack of Alison's ass. She spread the twin mounds of flesh and probed Alison's tight, young asshole with her tongue. Alison's hands were gripping the pillow in which she had her face buried and her hips came up more and moved back to meet her cousin's mouth.

I zoomed the camera in to see Annie's tongue tracing the contours of the puckered, brown sphincter. Her hands were still keeping Alison's ass spread wide as Annie covered her asshole with her saliva. Was I hard? You're goddamn right I was! I found myself wishing that it was me licking my little girl's beautiful bunghole.

Annie dipped her head further down and tickled Alison's pussy lips with her tongue. Her left hand moved over and she began to finger the spit soaked ass hole. Annie was now lying flat on her stomach between Alison's legs, her mouth all over the fifteen-year old's cunt, one finger inserted into the girl's tender butt moving it in and out slowly.

Alison had her lower body nearly straight in the air giving her cousin unrestricted access to her genitals. Annie licked and sucked the younger girl's pussy getting it wetter and I saw her free hand snake out and grab one of the vibrators. She brought it close to Alison's cunt and turned it on, the buzzing sound drifting up to the hidden microphone. She removed her tongue from the wet snatch and placed the plastic prick at the opening. Slowly she moved it back and forth across the lips in a teasing fashion. I leaned forward in my chair, not wanting to miss any of the action. She placed the vibrator between my daughter's pussy lips and moved it in a half inch. She had it angled in such a way that it was making contact with Alison's clit at the same time. Alison groaned loudly and shoved her hips backward forcing half of the dildo into her dripping snatch. Annie held it still as Alison fucked herself back and forth on the vibrator. The older girl removed her finger from Alison's asshole and began licking it again. She coated it with her spit and even stuck her tongue inside it. Within seconds Alison's asshole was as wet as her pussy. Annie reached across the bed and retrieved the other vibrator. The one that was in Alison's snatch was about eight inches long and fat. This one was shorter and fairly thin. Annie placed it in her mouth and turned it on. She started to suck the length of the dildo into mouth and I could see it glisten as it got wet. I had a feeling that I knew what was coming next and I sat there hypnotized by the sights in front of me. Sure enough, Annie placed the vibrator against Alison's puckered, brown hole and pushed gently. The vibrator slid in easily about an inch. Annie drew it back and then stabbed forward again making more of the plastic phallus disappear inside my little girl's tight ass.

"More," I heard Alison moan. "Fuck me!"

Soon Annie had the whole dildo moving in and out of Alison. As she plunged in with one she drew the other out. She was moving the two vibrators like car pistons fucking both my daughter's holes at the same time. Annie was now on her knees to better control the action and I had an unobstructed view.

Alison raised her upper body off the bed so she was now on her hands and knees. She clenched the sheets and moved her hips in a circular fashion as her cousin pounded her with the two vibrators. I could almost hear the wet sucking sounds of her cunt clinging to the invading plastic rod as it brought her closer to orgasm.

"You're so beautiful," Annie said. "I love your cunt and your asshole. I want to make you cum, baby!"

"Fuck me, Annie," Alison cried. "You know exactly what to do to me. Make me cum, baby!"

Annie moved the vibrator's faster, plunging them as deeply as she could into my daughter's body. Now she was stroking them in unison completely filling both of Alison's holes and then pulling back. Alison's hips were moving in time with the thrusting. She slammed back against the twin dildoes as her cousin fucked them in and out of her.

They moved faster still and then I heard Alison scream, "That's it, Annie! I'm cumming! Don't stop! Fuck me!" Annie's hands were a blur as Alison started to shake and quiver, her orgasm building.

Alison yelled once more and I saw her stomach start to clench. She moved back as far as she could and stayed still as Annie continued to move the fake cocks back and forth. Alison clutched at her breasts as her whole body quivered with the orgasm that was wracking her. Her breathing was fast and ragged keeping time with Annie's hands. Slowly the waves of pleasure started to subside. Alison's spasm came less frequently and Annie moved the vibrators with less urgency as she brought her cousin back down to earth. After what seemed a very long time, Alison's breathing approached normalcy and she slumped forward on the bed. She was again flat on her stomach, the vibrators still inside of her. Annie turned them off and slowly removed the one from Alison's asshole. Alison moaned as it came free. When Annie removed the other one, she placed it into her mouth and sucked it dry of my daughter's cunt juice before setting it aside.

Annie lay down next to Alison and pulled her into her arms. They kissed passionately as their hands roamed all over each other's bodies. I could hear the murmur of loving words being shared between them.

Then I saw Annie raise her hand and smack Alison's ass resoundingly. "Okay, girl," she said, "You've had your 'special' and now it's time to get up and moving. Uncle Jason's going to think we died or something."

They disentangled themselves and started to get up. I hurriedly shut down the equipment and headed back to my room. The boner I was sporting made it a little difficult to walk and I had to adjust my crotch to a more comfortable position. I could sure use some of Brandi's attentions right now.

I headed to the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and tried to make it look like I had been preparing things for dinner. When the girls came out, I was wrapping potatoes in foil to ready them for baking.

"Well, the dead have arisen!" I said, trying to act casual. "Have a nice nap?"

"Wonderful," crooned Alison, "I really needed that." She snagged my beer can and took a huge gulp.

"Hey, knock it off," I said. "There's plenty in the fridge. Get your own."

"Really?" she asked. "Is it okay?"

"Sure," I replied. "You're right here with me and we're not going anywhere. There's nothing wrong with you two having a beer if you want one."

Alison got two beers out and handed one to her cousin. They sat at the kitchen table while I continued the dinner preparations. We talked and laughed and caught up on old times. It would been completely enjoyable except for the fact that I kept remembering the hot sex I had just witnessed between these two lovely young ladies. My cock kept getting hard every time that scene would flash through my mind. It was difficult to constantly adjust my boner without being obvious.

I stepped out the back door to fire up the gas grill and when I returned the two cousins were whispering to each other. They broke off when I walked back in. I went to the fridge and said, "You two ready for another one?"

"Sure, Daddy!" said Alison.

Sandra walked up behind me and put her arms around my waist. She hugged me and said, "Uncle Jason, if I didn't know better, I would think you are trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me."

I laughed and said, "You wish!" I turned in her arms.

"Maybe I do," she replied laughing, kissing me on the nose. She took the two beers from my hands and returned to the table.

It was a good night. We ate dinner at the kitchen table washing down the steak and potatoes with more cold beer. The girls were beginning to get a little tipsy, but what the hell. They were both old enough to get a little buzz on as long as they weren't going out anywhere.

After we ate, the girls insisted on washing up. I cooked so they washed, they told me. They joined me in the den after they had got the kitchen put back together. We talked for an hour or so and I excused myself to drain off some of the beer I had consumed. When I got back to the den, the girl's were whispering again and I heard Alison say, "I'm going to do it."

I sat on the couch and said, "You're going to do what?"

She got a very serious look on her face and said, "Daddy, I need to tell you something."

"Sure, Monkey," I said, using her old childhood nickname, "You can tell me anything."

"I know, Daddy," she replied, "I've always told you everything. We don't have any secrets from each other and that's why I need to talk to you now. Well, I guess there's no easy way to say it so I'll just come out with it." She took a deep breath and another drink of beer and said, "Sandra and I are lovers."

I tried to not change expressions. The last thing that I wanted to do was make her think I disapproved of her. "I see," I said. "How long has this been going on?"

"About two years, more or less." I looked at Annie who was very carefully studying the far wall as if she wasn't there at all.

Alison went in a rush, "It's not like we're lesbians or anything. We still like boys, it's just that... well... guys only seem to want one thing. There's no emotion there, just lust. With Annie, it's different. We really love each other. The sex is great but there's so much more to it than that. Do you understand?"

"Come here, little Monkey," I said motioning her onto the couch next to me. I put my arms around here and she lay her head against my chest. "Listen to me, there's nothing wrong with love of any kind. Love is a good thing. When two people care for each other it doesn't matter whether or not they are the same gender or the same age or the same race, creed, or color. Love doesn't care. Love just is. If you and Annie make each other happy, it's nobody's what you do."

I saw that Annie was looking at me now, a look of relief on her face. I waved her to me and soon I was flanked by the two beautiful girls, the three of us snuggled together on the couch.

"You're not shocked, Uncle Jason?" she asked.

"Shocked? No, I'm not shocked. To tell you the truth, I'm kind of happy about it. I know what fine humans you both are. I will worry about my daughter a lot less knowing that she has a lover like you, Annie. And the same goes for you. My daughter is a wonderful woman so I know that you are in good hands, as well."

We talked about the situation a bit more and I told them that there was no reason to 'keep up appearances.' If they wanted to move their stuff into one bedroom and, more or less, live together, that was fine with me.

I was very happy and honored that the girls thought enough of me to share their secret with. Alison said her mother didn't know and she felt sure Christy would freak if she ever found out. I told her that she might be selling her mom short. She was more open minded than Alison might think.

Feeling Alison's slim warmth against one side, and Annie's plush curves on the other, combined with all this talk of sex, had my crotch stirring again. With my arms around these two beauties, there was no way to adjust myself, so I stood and said, "Well, ladies, I think I'm going to hit the sack. Stay up as late as you want. I'll see you in the morning."

I kissed Alison good-night and then Annie grabbed me. She pulled my head down to hers and kissed me square on the lips. I could have sworn I felt her tongue tickle my lips just as we broke. "I love you, Uncle Jason," she said softly.

"I love you both," I replied and straightened up and headed to bed.

The sunlight streamed in across my bed the next morning in such a way that I knew it must close to eleven o'clock.

"Shit," I said out loud. "Half the fuckin' days gone!"

As I stretched and yawned and tried to get motivated, my bedroom door burst open and Alison and Annie flew through it. Soon I was being pounced on and tickled by the two teenage girls. They both were wearing only panties and tee shirts. Their legs flashed and their warm breasts were being pressed all over me as I tried to fight them off.

I wound up totally pinned. Alison was laying across my chest with my arms trapped between us and Annie was sitting astride my hips. I could feel my morning hard on being pressed against her crotch.

"Get up, Daddy!" said Alison. "You promised to take us down to the swimming hole today. Move your butt!"

"I think he's already up!" said Annie giving me a wicked grin and wiggling her hips slightly against my hardness. This was getting embarrassing. I worked one hand loose and pinched Alison making her jump. I took advantage of her loosening her grip to break my arms completely free. I grabbed Annie and dragged her off my aching cock.

Alison stood up next to the bed rubbing her chest. "That hurt," she said. "That was a boob you grabbed!"

"You know what they say," I said laughing, "A pinch to grow an inch!"

Alison pulled her tee shirt tight against her and thrust out her chest. "Are you saying I NEED to grow an inch?" I looked at her nipples poking at the thin material, my cock stiffening even more.

"Not me," I protested. "I just thought all fifteen-year old girls wanted huge knockers."

"I've GOT a pair of huge knockers," she said "They just happen to be attached to Sandra!"

I laughed and said, "Out, you two. Let me get going good and we'll go swimming." I smacked Annie's panty clad ass as she got off the bed and headed for the door. "And make some coffee, for god's sake!" I called as they disappeared down the hall. Their whispers and giggles drifted back to me. Annie probably telling my daughter that I had boner. Oh well, I sighed.

After a cup of coffee and a couple of cigarettes I almost felt human. I yelled for the girls and we headed down to the pond. As we approached I could hear water splashing. Sounds like the Whelan bunch is down there, I thought. If they were swimming naked, and why wouldn't they be, I might have a tough time explaining things to my girls.

"Who's down there?" asked Alison.

"Probably the neighbor kids," I explained. "I let them use the pond whenever they want to."

As we entered the clearing, I saw that it was just Brandi and the twins. And yes, they were naked. Shit.

"Hi, Jason," called Brandi, and the three waved to us.

"Hi, kids," I called back, "I want you to meet someone."

The youngsters climbed out of the water and walked towards us totally unashamed at their nakedness. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alison and Annie exchange a surprised look as they realized that the three were naked. I decided I had better act as casual as them if I was going to pull this off.

Brandi ran straight to me and gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. "This must be your daughter I've heard so much about," she said.

I made the introductions and said that we had come down for a morning dip.

"Wait a minute," said little Randy seriously. "Do they belong to the club? They can't swim here if they don't belong to the club." He stamped his foot to add emphasis.

"What's he talking about?" asked Annie.

"Uh... well... uh," I stammered.

"The Skinny Dipping Club, of course," stated Randy, matter of factly.

"Well," said Annie, stripping the tee shirt off over her head to reveal the small bikini beneath, "If them's the rules, then them's the rules!" With that, she reached behind herself and pulled at the string that tied her top. As it came undone her big breasts kind of bounced forward and she whipped the garment away. I could see that her large, near-black nipples were crinkled and erect and despite their size, her big tits barely sagged.

She stripped off her bottoms just as quickly and, as her bush popped out, she said, "Come on, slowpokes. Let's get going!" She kicked away the remainder of her bathing suit and made a dash for the water.

I looked at Alison to see what she thought about all of this. My daughter gave me a shy grin and said, "Well, Daddy, I guess them's the rules!" She started pulling off her clothes and soon she was as naked as the day she was born. She smiled at me once more and ran to join her cousin in the water. The twins followed her in laughing and splashing.

Brandi stood next to me as I struggled to get out of my shorts. "Your daughter's beautiful," she said. "And that Sandra! Wow! What a body. She's got great tits. Have you fucked her yet?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. "She's my niece!"

"Well, if I can fuck my brother, you can fuck your niece. Or your daughter for, that matter." She laughed wickedly and ran toward the pool. "Come on, boy," she yelled over her shoulder. "Move your butt!"

There was nothing to do but finish undressing and follow them in. As I walked to the pond, determined to be as dignified as possible, I could tell that Annie and Alison were trying to get a look at my cock without obviously staring. Little nine-year old Meghan wasn't that tactful. She stood close by the shore in knee deep water, her eyes fixed on my crotch.

As I approached her, I bent and scooped her up in my arms, her naked slipperiness felling good against my skin. "Here you go!" I shouted and flung her out into the pond. She came up sputtering and laughing and headed back toward me. She started splashing water at me as she approached. I returned fire and a full scale battle ensued.

There weren't any sides, it was every man for himself. We splashed and dunked and dunked and splashed. I could feel the children's skin slide against me as we fought. Everyone was grabbing everyone else to try and push them under and more than once I felt my hand grab a breast or an ass as I tried to defend myself.

Once, I heard someone coming up behind me and as I turned to fend them off, I ended up with my daughter's tit firmly in my left hand. She just laughed and I gave it a gentle squeeze before grabbing her more securely and pushing her under the water.

And as was the target of several gropes, as well. More than one hand wrapped around my prick as we fought. Once, I was sure that it was little Meghan getting another feel of my hard prick. On another occasion, I could have sworn that the only person even close to me was Randy. Was the nine-year old boy really stroking my prick? I couldn't tell for sure.

Soon I had other things to think about, though. Annie jumped out of the water in front of me and placed her hands on my head. As her weight settled on top of me, I had no choice but to sink beneath the surface. As I went under her body came closer to mine and I found my face buried between those enormous tits. Her hands moved around behind my head and actually pulled me closer to her chest. She held me in place and wiggled her shoulders so that her breasts came in contact with the sides of my head. Then she was gone.

I was stunned. My seventeen-year old niece was intentionally rubbing her tits against me. On the one hand I was delighted with it (who wouldn't be?) but on the other hand, it left me a little confused. My prick was so hard it hurt and I decided to retreat to my shallow spot to rest and let it go down some.

I backed away from the mayhem and sat on the little underwater ledge to watch the battle from afar. Annie was busy splashing Brandi and didn't see little Randy sneak up behind her. He got up close to her then reached around and grabbed a big tit in each hand and squeezed. Annie continued to splash Brandi seeming to let the little boy get a good feel, but after the third or fourth squeeze she turned around laughing. "Come here, you little shit!" she said and dove after him as he tried to escape.

Looks like Randy is just as horny as the rest of that family, I thought to myself. And somebody better keep an eye on that damn Meghan or she would have a prick inside of her in no time!

I hadn't seen Brandi in a couple of days and she swam over next to me and we caught up on what had been going on. She told me that she had had a half day of school today and another tomorrow and then she was out for the summer. She couldn't wait to get it over with.

"Look," she whispered to me, "I really like Annie and Alison but I don't want them to get in the way of our fun. You know what I mean?" and she gave my prick a friendly squeeze.

"I know what you mean," I replied. "Don't worry. After a few days, things will settle down and we can work out something. Okay?"

"We better work out something!" she said, "I'm so horny for you right now I could explode!"

Just then Meghan swam over to us and surprised me sitting in my lap. "What are ya'll doing?" she asked.

"Just talking," said Brandi. "And what do you think you're doing?"

"Resting," she said and gave her little bottom a wiggle. My cock had been softening but now it flared up again. I could feel it growing larger and pressing up against the little girl's butt. I looked toward the other kids and saw that Alison and Annie had retreated to the far side and Randy was lazily swimming in circles and diving to the bottom.

Meghan was sitting with her back to me, al her weight directly on prick. "Oooh, Margie," she said to her sister. "Jason's thing is getting hard!"

Brandi stifled a laugh and said, "I'm sure it is, Meg. Jason like little girls. Don't you, Jason?" and she gave me that evil look of hers.

"I wanna see," Meghan said. She raised up, reached between us and before I knew what was happening, she had grabbed my prick. She sat back down with my cock poking up between her legs. "Wow," she breathed, "It's really big! You've got a nice thingie, Jason."

"Don't call it a 'thingie,' Meg," said Brandi. "It's a prick."

Meg was staring through he shallow water into her lap. "It looks like I've got a prick!" she laughed. I looked over her shoulder and saw that she had both hands pulling my erect cock toward her. It had separated her small, puffy lips and was nestled there between them. I was torn between wanting this little girl the hell away from me before my daughter saw what was going on and wanting her stay right there for about a week.

To make matters worse, Randy swam up to us just then. "Whatcha' doin?" he asked innocently.

Looking at Jason's big prick," Meg replied proudly.

Randy came closer and said, "Lemme see!" Brandi was about to split trying to keep from laughing. She was really enjoying this. Thankfully Annie and Alison were still huddled close together at the opposite side of the pond.

"Hey," said Randy, "That's a lot bigger than Mark's prick!" And with that, he reached into the water and took my throbbing cock from his twin's hands. He moved his hand up and down the length of my cock like he knew what he was doing. I couldn't believe I was sitting here getting a hand job from a nine-year old boy while his sisters watched.

"Hey, Jason," Randy asked, "Can I make it spit?"

"What do you mean spit?" asked Meg.

"Well," he explained, "If you move your hand up and down on it long enough, it spits out white stuff. I do it for Mark all the... ." and he stopped suddenly.

"It's okay," said Brandi, finally breaking her silence. "If you do it for Mark, that's no problem. Why don't you go ahead and do it for Jason? I think he might like it."

"Yes, I want to watch," said Meg.

Randy started to stroke my prick in earnest, now. The tip of his tongue was sticking out of one side of his mouth as he concentrated on his work. Meghan slid forward in my lap to see better and her little cunt pressed hard against the base of my prick.

"Ooooh!" she exclaimed, "That feels good to me, too!"

"Yes," said Brandi, "that's your pussy that Jason's prick is rubbing against. It's supposed to feel good." I could see that Brandi had her hands buried in her own lap and she was fingering her clit. Meg started to rub back and forth against the shaft of my cock following the urgings of her young body. I could feel her pussy lips become slippery as she continued to ride me. Damn, just nine years old and she was getting wet as hell!

I kept glancing toward my girls to make sure that they were still on the other side of the pond. Randy was pretty much blocking any view they might have had of the action going on in my lap, but they only had eyes for each other as they talked and held each other.

Randy was all business. As his hand slid up my shaft, his encircling fingers would just brush the ridge at the bottom of the head and would then plunge back down. Mark had taught him well, I had to admit.

Brandi reached over and grasped one of Meghan's hands. she guided it downward and said, "Here, baby, feel his balls. Be careful or you might hurt him, but if you are real gentle he'll really like it."

Meghan softly gripped my scrotum in her small hand and felt my nuts. As she gently rolled them in her hand and pulled the skin of my sack, electric surges shot through my body. Her baby cunt juices were coating my prick and just as soon the water rinsed it off, more gushed out to cover me anew. She was whimpering quietly as she rocked against me and fondled my balls.

Randy was pumping his fist faster now. I couldn't believe this was happening. It looked as if Brandi had a finger buried into her own snatch and she leaned over close to me and whispered, "How do like my baby brother jacking you off? Does that little pussy feel good, Jason? Wouldn't you like to fuck that tight hole right now?"

I felt my prick swell even more and my balls twitched in Meg's little hands. I tried not to moan out loud as the first jet of semen shot from prick and nearly broke the surface of the water.

"Look, Meg!" Randy said excitedly, "It's spitting." The two nine year olds watched in fascination as spurt after spurt of hot, creamy cum rocketed from my cock. I grabbed Meghan's small hips and pressed her down even harder against my prick as it twitched and jumped. I slid her pussy back and forth across my shaft as my cum continued to flow.

Finally, the spurts grew smaller and smaller until, at last, I was spent. "Wow, that was cool," said Meghan, "here, let me try!" and she started to grab my cock.

"No, Meg, honey," said Brandi. "Guys can't do that again right away. You have to give them some time to rest. See... it's getting smaller and softer now. It will be awhile before he can cum again."

"Okay," Meghan said with a trace of disappointment. "But next time it's my turn! Right, Jason?"

"I promise you'll get a turn, Meg," I said removing the girl from my lap, "but not right now." I turned to Brandi. "You know," I said, "I think it's about time you had a talk with these kids."

"You're right," she said. "I've got to explain a few things to them."

"Like what?" asked Randy defiantly.

"Like anything that goes on down here is Skinny Dipping Club business and if you open your mouth, I'll close it for you! That's what!" laughed Brandi.

Just then we heard the sound of the air horn and the kids all groaned. "Oh well," said Brandi, "Guess we better go."

Little Meg stood up and hugged my neck. "That was fun, Jason. Remember, it's my turn next!" She kissed my cheek and headed out to get her clothes on.

Randy stood up and I was surprised to see that he had a boner. He must have enjoyed that as much as I did! "See you later," he called heading out.

Brandi stood and pulled me to my feet. She wrapped her arms around my waist pressing her hard little nipples into my chest. She made her voice high pitched and syrupy sweet and said, "When is it my turn, Jason? You promised!"

"Your turn is coming, little slut, don't you worry."

She pulled my head down, kissed my lips and said, "I'm going to hold you to that." And with that she was gone.

I stood there naked in ankle deep water and looked across the pond at my daughter and niece. They were still in chest deep water seemingly in close conversation. Forty yards or more separated me from them and if I couldn't make out what was going on over there then surely they couldn't have seen the activities on this side of the water. I hoped.

I flopped down on the grassy floor of the clearing and lit a cigarette. The warm sun felt good on my chilled skin and soon I felt more than a little drowsy. After a few minutes, I put out my smoke and lay back with my arms pillowing my head. Within minutes I was sound asleep.

Judging from the sun's position, when I opened my eyes again, I must have slept for no more than thirty minutes. I started to stretch and as my arms spread to my sides I came in contact with bare flesh. Looking around I saw that Sandra was on one side of me and my daughter on the other. They were looking down at me smiling.

My first thought was to cover myself, but since neither of the girls had thought it necessary to get dressed, why should I worry?

"Hello, sleepy head," said Alison grinning at me. "Have a nice nap?"

"Wonderful!" I replied. "Have a nice swim?"

"Marvelous!" answered Annie. "This is really a great little spot you've got here, Uncle Jason."

I looked over at my niece. She was sitting on the ground next to me leaning back on her hands, legs straight out in front of her. Her beautiful body was only a foot away from me and I could see her huge tits sticking straight out from her chest; the black wiry hair that was on her pubic mound poking up from between her round thighs. Some dampness still clung to her dark skin and as a light breeze blew through the clearing and across her body, I saw the gooseflesh rise on her arms and her nipples crinkle to erectness.

My fifteen-year old daughter was sitting crosslegged facing me. She had her hands loosely in her lap modestly blocking my view of her shaved vagina, but I knew that just inches away from me those pink, young lips were gapped open revealing the dark tunnel beyond. She may have been my daughter, but the thought of that young pussy so close to my face made the blood rush to my groin. I knew I had better do something before I embarrassed myself with a huge, waving flagpole of a hard-on. I sat up.

"You two ready to head to the house?" I asked. "We didn't eat breakfast this morning, and I'm starved!"

I stood and retrieved my clothes. I could feel their eyes on me as I moved about the clearing picking up garments. Well, let 'em look, I thought. I sure as hell had been looking at them! As I pulled my pants back on, I saw that both the girls were just putting on their bikini bottoms and tee shirts. Their hard nipples poked at the fabric of their shirts. They seemed to point directly at me wherever I was like one of those spooky paintings whose eyes follow you all around the room.

As we started up the trail toward the house Alison said, "Daddy, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, baby. Fire away!"

"Uh... just exactly what kind of a relationship do you have with the Whelan kids?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing full well just exactly what she was getting at.

"Well, it's obvious that swimming naked with them is a regular thing. I mean, none of them were embarrassed at all by the situation. Not to mention that 'Skinny Dipping Club' thing."

When I didn't say anything she went on. "And Brandi is obviously very close to you. I saw her kiss you before they left. And you were all sitting so close together on the bank. Was little Meg in your lap?"

"Well," I said feeling the blood rise to my face. "Well... uh." I didn't know what to say so I just stammered around.

"Don't get me wrong, Daddy." she continued. "I'm not saying anything against it or judging you in any way. I was just wondering. I know that you've been alone for quite awhile now. It's been nearly a year since you broke up with old what's-her-face.

"And Brandi seems to be very up-front about her sexuality, even if she is only eleven. And she's just beautiful. I would kill to have her red hair!

"All I'm saying is, any man would have to be crazy to not be attracted to her. So, if there's something going on, I just want you to know that it's fine with me. And if it's none of my business, just tell me to go to hell and I'll drop it."

I put my arm around her shoulders as we approached the house. "You know," I said, "I must have the best daughter in the world! How did you get so wise and understanding?"

"Good genes," she laughed.

We went through the back door and into the kitchen. I grabbed three beers from the fridge and we all sat at the table to drink them.

As we drank, I told them the whole story. Well, not the whole story. I didn't tell them anything about Brandi's sexual adventures with her brother or Rhonda; that wasn't up to me to divulge. But I told them all about Brandi and myself. They listened quietly as I explained how, yes, at first my attraction to Brandi had been purely physical but after I got to really know her, I realized what a wonderful person she was. A strong bond had grown between us and now we were not only lovers, but best friends, as well.

The girls sat quietly for a moment after I finished talking. Then Annie said, "I think it's great, Uncle Jase. Wasn't it you who told us that gender, race, age, or anything else for that matter, didn't amount to anything where love is concerned? Brandi seems like a really nice girl. I'm glad you can make each other happy."

"Besides," said Alison with an evil grin, "If you ever spill the beans about Annie and me, we can slam you right back!"

"Blackmailers!" I yelled, and we all laughed. I stood up and said, "Who wants a sandwich?"

"Me!" they chorused.

As I prepared our lunch, we continued to talk about relationships in general. We discussed Alison's and Annie's love for each other and my feelings for Brandi. In the next hour as we ate and then cleaned the kitchen, I grew closer to my daughter than I ever thought possible. We seemed to come to know each other on a much deeper, more personal level. It was a good afternoon.

Afterwards we all headed off to take showers. I turned on the water in the shower and returned to the bedroom to strip off my clothes. As I turned toward the bathroom, I heard a knock at the bedroom door.

"What is it?" I called out.

"Uncle Jase?" came Annie's voice through the closed door, "We were going to take a shower together but the one in our room is really too small. Can we use yours since it's so big?"

"Well, I'm about to get in right now. Give me fifteen minutes and it's all yours."

"We can't wait that long", said Annie. My bedroom door burst open and two naked teenage girls came flying in laughing. "We'll just join you!"

They each grabbed an arm and soon we were all three in the shower. When I tried to protest (weakly, I'll admit) Alison said, "Oh, come on, Daddy. We've been naked with each other all morning! What's the big deal? Besides, you need someone to scrub your back."

Who could argue with that? Or want to? Within seconds we were lathering each other's bodies, splashing and laughing. The shower really did seem to be made for communal bathing. We could probably have fit another three or four people in there with us. There were shower heads on each of the three walls so no matter where you were there was plenty of water.

"See, isn't this fun?" said Alison as she soaped my back.

"Yes, it is." I replied scrubbing Annie's back. "And efficient too!"

My hands slid over the seventeen-year old slippery dark skin. She felt like satin. I looked down at her perfectly rounded ass and felt that familiar feeling in my crotch. I knew there was no way that I could keep from getting a hard on in this situation; the sensations were just too much. I decided not to worry about it.

I continued working on Annie, massaging more than washing. My hands went down to the delicious curve in the small of her back. I braced my hands around her waist and massaged my thumbs alongside her spine.

"Ooooh, Jase," said Annie. "You've got great hands. I think I'm melting!"

Alison slapped my ass and said, "Hey, are you getting handsy with my girlfriend up there?" and looked over my shoulder.

"Not me," I said innocently.

"Well, I'm getting left out, here. Everyone turn around so I can get my back done, too."

Annie whirled around so fast that she nearly slipped. I grabbed her shoulders to steady her and she looked down between us at my half hard cock. "Very nice," she said. She lightly pushed down on the head with one finger making my prick bounce up and down. I quickly turned around away from her and saw that Alison was still facing in  my direction.

She too looked down and said with mock innocence, "Why, Grandma, what a big prick you have!" She laughed and turned saying, "Scrub, slave!"

I lathered her back and started to clean and massage as I had with Annie. Her body was so different from her cousin's; slim where Annie's was rounded; tall where Annie was short. But her skin was just as soft and somehow more intoxicating because she was my daughter. My pole raised even further as my hands glided over Alison's flesh.

In the meantime, Annie was washing my back and doing a very thorough job of it. As she applied the soap to my skin her hands wandered downward. Soon she was washing the small of my back and, every once in awhile, her hands would go further and caress the tops of my ass cheeks.

With no conscious thought I found my own hands mimicking her's. They wandered over the firm globes of my daughter's butt and massaged and squeezed. "You're right," said Alison dreamily, "He does have good hands!"

Annie got bolder and she grabbed my ass in both hands. Then her hands slid around to my hips and then the front of my thighs. I was fully erect now and didn't care who knew it. If there was a heaven, this was it.

Annie's soapy hands caressed the tops of my legs and then she brought them higher and closer together. Her fingers were mere inches from my extended cock and I could feel her massive tits pressing against my slippery back as she moved closer to me. Soon her fingers were tangled in my pubic hair and then swiftly, as if she wanted to act before she could change her mind or I could protest, she grasped my prick.

As her slick hand stroked up and down on my shaft, I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. Alison looked back over her shoulder and said, "Something wrong, Daddy?" Then she looked downward at her cousin's hand on my seven inch prick and said, "Oh!" She turned completely around and watched in fascination as Annie continued to stroke my meat.

Annie now had both arms around my waist. One hand was slowly jacking me off while the other fondled my balls. "Your Daddy has a very nice cock, Alison," Annie said.

"Yes," my daughter replied, never taking her eyes from my groin. "I can see that." She stepped closer to me and put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she watched. My hands went instinctively to her slim waist and rested there on her hips.

Waves of pleasure washed over me as steadily as the hot water from the shower head. I couldn't believe how quickly I had gotten hard or how swiftly I approached climax. It seemed that the more sex I was getting, the more I wanted. Annie's hand was picking up speed and I felt myself swell even more.

My hands started to rub up and down on my daughter's sides, her silky skin adding to my excitement. I brought my hands up even with her breasts and rubbed my thumbs across her hard nipples. They stiffened further and I heard a sharp intake of breath come from between her lips.

Alison turned her body slightly to one side so that I found her entire breast cupped in one hand. I gently kneaded it and tweaked the small pink nipple. She pressed it hard against my hand and her breathing quickened.

Annie moved around to stand directly at my side without missing a stroke on my stiff prick. I put my free arm around her waist and fondled her ample ass. I let my finger trail down between the twin mounds of her butt. I lightly ran the tip of my finger across her asshole and then reached past it to the hidden treasures beyond.

Soon I felt the folds of her pussy lips and as I made contact, she widened her stance to give me better access. Her labia parted and I probed the space between them with my finger. I could feel her natural lubrication coating the outside of the opening to her cunt. I dipped in further and found my finger inside the hot gripping tunnel of my niece's pussy. I stroked in and out as her hand continued manipulating my cock.

Alison look at the position that her cousin and I were now in and could no doubt tell what was going on. She moved so that she was now flanking my other side and placed my arm around her waist. She gently pushed down on it as if encouraging it to make further explorations. I obliged by dropping my hand down onto my daughter's ass.

Alison reached across and placed her hand on my balls. She rolled them softly in her palm as Annie jacked me off. I let the hand on my daughter's ass follow the same course that my other one had. As I made contact with Alison's pussy lips for the first time, she responded as Annie had and spread her legs a few inches.

The soft feel of my little girl's shaved cunt nearly put me over the edge, but I didn't ever want this to stop. She was just as wet as her cousin and soon I had my entire finger buried in her clutching hole.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, "That feels so good!"

I glanced at Annie. She was fingering her clit with her free hand while stroking my blood engorged pole. Her breathing was coming fast and she had a glazed look in her eye. Her large, soft tits were pressed hard against my side. I now had two fingers inside of her, but it was hard to move them much in our current position. I felt her cunt muscles clutch at them as I tried to probe in and out as deeply as possible.

Then Alison reached back and removed my hand from inside her. I thought at first that she decided that we had gone too far, but this was not the case. She moved back in front of me and replaced my hand on pubic mound. She used her hand to guide mine until my finger made contact with her clit. It didn't take long for me to understand and I began to rub my daughter's hard little button.

She gasped and thrust her hips toward my hand. My finger slid back inside her tight cunt and as I stroked in and out I kept contact with her clit. She kept one hand pressed on the top of mine as if to make sure I couldn't escape. I couldn't believe I was finger fucking my teenage daughter and niece at the same time while they jacked me off.

Annie was now bucking her own hips against her hand as she wildly stroked her clit. The hand on my cock was keeping time with it's tempo. I felt my nuts churn and knew that I was seconds away from climax.

Annie started to moan and her pussy muscles grasped at the two fingers that I had inside her. Her breath whooshed out of her as her orgasm overtook her. Her whole body was trembling as she came. That was all it took for me and the first spray of cum jetted from my cock. It flew across the shower and landed right between Alison's small tits.

Another gush followed. And another. My sperm was splashing all over the chest and stomach of my daughter. Alison let out a tiny squeal and her stomach muscles contracted hard. Her cunt slammed onto my finger like a vise.

"Daddy, I'm coming!" she said. She released my balls and grabbed at her tits. She pulled and twisted at her nipples as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over her young body.

Annie was still lost in her own climax but I could tell that it was subsiding even as mine was. With a few more quivers and muscle contractions, she was spent, but she continued to coax the last of my semen from my prick.

The last few spurts landed low on Alison's stomach. As I continued to finger fuck her through her orgasm, my jism dripped down between her pussy lips. As I moved in and out of her box, my finger was soon coated with my it and it was carried into my daughter's tight, willing cunt making her even more slick.

I finally stopped coming and Annie released my cock. She bent over, my fingers coming out of her snatch, and licked a drop of cum from the head of my prick. Then she knelt in front of Alison and began to clean the sperm from her body with her tongue. She licked up every drop of jism before the water from the shower could wash it away.

As Alison's orgasm subsided, Annie stood once more and sucked a few drops of my sperm from where they had landed on my daughter's tit. She wrapped her arms around Alison's waist, stood on tiptoe and kissed her deeply. I moved up closer behind them and put my arms around them both. My softening cock was nestled between Annie's ass cheeks.

They broke their kiss and Alison looked at me over Annie's shoulder. "I love you, Daddy," she said. Then she leaned closer and kissed me. I was somewhat surprised at the way she kissed me. As our lips made contact, her tongue immediately darted into my mouth. Of it's own accord, my tongue responded in kind and as they twined about each other, I could taste my own sperm on her lips. Annie must have saved some in her mouth and transferred it to Alison's.

Annie twisted around without moving from in between us. She took my head in both hands and pulled my down to kiss her. Once again I was lost in a very deep kiss, our tongues searching each other out.

"I love you, Jase," she said. "You really know how to wash a girl's back!"

We all cracked up at that and broke apart. We rinsed off a bit more and then stepped out to dry off. As we toweled each other dry I asked, "You two had that planned, didn't you?"

"Not exactly," said Annie.

"It's just that when this horny little Mexican slut saw your prick today, nothing would do but that she get her hands on it," explained Alison. "She bet me she could jack you off. But when I actually saw her stroking my father... well, I kind of lost control myself."

"And the rest, as they say, is history!" said Annie.

"Well, Baby," I said toweling off Alison's back, "I'm damn glad you lost your bet!"

She turned and stepped into my arms. The towel fell from my hands and her naked body was pressed full length against mine. She looked into my eyes with a serious expression and said, "Really, Daddy? Are you really glad? You don't think what we did is bad?"

"Yes, I'm really glad, little Monkey," I said, kissing the tip of her nose. "There's no way that it could be bad when we love each other so much."

After the experience with Alison and Annie in the shower things changed around the house. There were no repeat performances but we all got very comfortable with one another. It wasn't unusual for one of the girls to walk in the kitchen completely naked to kiss me good morning, or to sit around the living room watching TV on a particularly warm day wearing just panties or shorts.

It's like that old Japanese saying, "Nakedness is often seen but not observed." That's the way it was for us. If someone didn't happen to have clothes on, so what? If Alison felt like kissing Annie and caressing her breast, what did it matter if I was in the room? No big deal.

I had taken the girls down to the "dungeon," as we had started calling it, and shown them the control room as well as the studio in the barn. They thought it was cool and looked forward to "making a movie." Strictly for personal use, of course.

I still hadn't told them that I had watched them make love that first day they were here. Despite our new casualness, I was somewhat embarrassed about my voyeurism.

Then two things occurred that changed all of our lives. The first happened when I was sitting at my uncle's computer in the office. I hadn't used the office much since living here; there was too much else going on and I honestly didn't have much need for it.

I sat down at the desk and turned on the computer for only the second time since taking possession of this house. I didn't really know much about the damn things at the time, and I was suppose I was a little intimidated by them.

The machine whirred and clicked and the monitor glowed to life. It finished it's start-up sequence and then a box popped up on the screen that wasn't there the last time I had booted it. The message box contained a note from Uncle Charles!

It said, "Jason, this message is timed to appear two months from the date I am writing this. If you are reading it then I must be dead or otherwise unable to reset the trigger date.

"There is a directory on this machine named 'Jason.' It contains an encrypted file that has some instructions for you. The password to access this file is the name of the pet that you had here the summer you stayed with me when you were nine.

"Much Love... Uncle Charles"

I quickly cleared the box and went looking for this mysterious file. I soon found it, double clicked it, and was presented with a box demanding a password.

Let's see, the summer I was nine. I remembered that summer well. I had had great times with Charles but, a pet? I didn't remember having a pet. There weren't any animals on the whole place except for some chickens. And don't ask me why Charles was keeping chickens; he occasionally would just do things like that for a year or two until the novelty wore off.

That year he had twenty or thirty hens and one old cantankerous rooster. That damn rooster would attack anything that tried to encroach on his territory. He was the fastest damn chicken I had ever seen in my life. He would streak around the yard looking for something to peck and claw. He was such a blur when he moved that I always called him...

"Rocket!" I shouted. That must be what Charles was talking about. Well, I wouldn't call that horrible old bird 'a pet,' but it was cinch that no one else would have known about him besides Charles and myself.

I typed in 'rocket' and was rewarded by a text file flashing up on the screen. It was another letter from my uncle and it went a long way toward answering some questions I had.

It first gave instructions on how to get into the control room and studio, if I hadn't already discovered them on my own. Then Charles' letter explained that he was indeed a maker of pornographic videos. It included a list of actors, actresses, and technical people that he frequently used as well as the names of several distributors that he worked with.

It seems that Charles would make a master disc here then hand it over to the distributors who added titles, music and so on. They in turn would churn out the copies and packaging and get them into the stores.

In his letter Charles didn't ask that I approve or disapprove of his actions. All he said was that if I wanted to continue in the 'family business' here was the information that I needed to make it happen. The letter went on for several more pages outlining the whole operation; or at least as much of it as I needed to know.

This, then, was the source of his great wealth. He had apparently been involved with the business for over ten years now and it had made him a very rich man. Well, I just might have to try my hand at being a 'pornographer.' God knew I didn't need the money, but wasn't making fuck films every boy's wet dream?

I had viewed some of the dozens of tapes down in the dungeon and it had been obvious that Charles had made them (even though he never appeared on camera.) Recognizing some of the sets from the barn was enough to tell me that much. I just had no idea on what a huge scale Charles had been involved in it.

As I was re-reading the letter, I heard a knock on the door. I didn't know it at the time, but that knock foreshadowed the second event that would change things in my little household.

I closed the file and shut down the computer. As I made my way out of the office, I heard one of the girls open it and the sounds of female voices drifted back to me. When I walked through the den I saw Alison (fully dressed for a change!) standing at the open door talking to an attractive middle-aged woman with beautiful red hair.

As I approached, Alison looked back over her shoulder and said, "Oh, here he is now. Daddy, this is Brandi's mother, Mrs. Whelan."

"Jason Brock," I said extending my hand. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Whelan." From the moment that Alison had said 'Mrs. Whelan' I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Shit, were we busted? Well, she didn't up with the cops so that was a good sign. Nothing to do but brass it out.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked.

"Thank you," she said crossing the threshold. "And please, call me Peggy."

She was around 45 years of age, and even though the rigors of farm life had left their little marks, she was still a very pretty woman.

"Fine, Peggy. And call me Jason. Please have seat." I said indicating one of the chairs in the den. "Glass of iced tea, or something?"

"That would be lovely," she replied. "It has gotten rather warm today."

"I'll get it," said Alison and ran off tot he kitchen.

"First," Peggy said, "I have to apologize for not coming around sooner. I should have been here a month ago to offer condolences on your loss and to welcome you to the community."

"No apology needed. And thank you on both counts."

"The kids have told me so much about you," (I swallowed a lump in my throat) "and say you're such a nice man."

"Well, they're great kids," I said, "you should be proud."

Alison returned with two glasses of iced tea and handed them to Peggy and me. She accepted our thanks and then made herself scarce.

"My, that's refreshing," she said taking a sip. "Believe me, Jason, my husband Joe and I are very proud of our children. And it's about them that I've come to see you today."

Peggy Whelan explained that she and her husband were finding it necessary to make an occasional overnight trip. Her father-in-law had a farm in the neighboring county and, since he was getting on in years, she and Joe went over to help out with things. It wasn't any fun for the kids and besides, someone needed to be here to take care of their livestock.

"Brandi told me," she went on, "that your daughter and niece were staying with you this summer. I was wondering if they might be interested in doing some baby-sitting for us? I know it's alot to ask. And if you would rather not have them underfoot, I would certainly understand."

"As far as I'm concerned, Peggy, the kids are welcome here anytime. All four of them. This is a big place so there's certainly room for them. And it's convenient to your farm and that would make it easier on them to take care of things there."

I called out to the girls and when they entered the room I explained the situation to them.

"Of course," said Peggy, "I would gladly pay you for your time and trouble."

"No problem, Mrs. Whelan," said Alison. "We would be glad to help. Right, Annie?"

Annie agreed and the three of them discussed payment. When all the details were worked out to everyone's satisfaction Peggy stood up and said, "Well, I had best be going. You don't know what a relief this is for me. We'll drop the kids off tomorrow afternoon on our way out of town. Thank you again, all of you."

I saw her to the door and when I returned to the den the girls were both grinning wickedly in my direction. Annie walked over to me waggling her hips in an exaggerated fashion. She locked her hands around the back of neck and rubbed her breasts against my chest.

"So, dear old Uncle Jase is going to have his little girlfriend stay the night." she purred. "And with Mommy's approval, too!"

I laughed and smacked her on the ass. "Get thee behind me, Satan," I said.

"We've got three empty bedrooms," said Alison, "How do you want the sleeping arrangements?"

"Doesn't much matter," I said. "It will work itself out I'm sure." And it did.

The Whelans arrived the next afternoon at about three o'clock. Only Randy and Meg were in the car but, as Joe Whelan and I introduced ourselves and unloaded suitcases, the two older kids arrived on their bikes. We were to have the kids for two nights and Joe and I exchanged phone numbers in case of emergency. The Whelans pulled out of the driveway as we all hauled back-packs and duffel bags into the house.

The kids decided they would just bunk down the same way they did at home. The boys in one room and the girls in another. I was hoping Brandi and I could make more informal arrangements later on after the youngsters had gone to sleep.

This was the first time that Mark had met Alison and Sandra. It was easy to see that he immediately became infatuated with Annie and followed her around like a puppy. There's only three years difference between 14 and seventeen but they are worlds apart in maturity, especially when the 14-year old in question is a boy. To Annie's credit, she treated Mark, and Brandi, too, for that matter, as complete equals. She never talked down to them in any way or took a condescending attitude toward them.

That evening we decided to be lazy and just have pizza for dinner. Since they didn't deliver that far out, someone had to make the trip into town. Annie was the only person there, besides myself, that had a license and she volunteered to go.

"Want to ride along, Mark?" she asked.

"You bet!" he said springing up from his chair. He took off for the door running as fast as old Rocket.

As I handed Annie some money for the food, I said in a low voice, "You might want to be careful there, Annie. I think that boy's got it bad for you."

"I know, Uncle Jase, don't worry. Mark's a nice boy. I'll be play nice." She gave me a wink that left me wondering just exactly what she meant.

After dinner that night we all plopped in front of the TV. After a few minutes of some dreadful movie Annie announced that she was off to the showers and Alison said she would join her. I lay back in a recliner feeling rather drowsy. The two youngest Whelan kids were laying on the floor in front of the tube and Mark and Brandi were sprawled at opposite ends of the big couch.

Thirty minutes or so later I heard the door of Alison and Annie's room open. Annie walked back into the room toweling her long black hair. At first I didn't pay any attention and then it struck me... she was stark naked. I had gotten so used to nudity in the house that it didn't occur to me that it might be out of the ordinary for the Whelans.

Annie stopped and said, "Oh, I forgot we had company!" She lowered the towel so that it was covering her crotch but did nothing to hide her gigantic tits. "Wait a minute, is Mark a member of the Skinny Dipping Club?" she asked

Mark was now sitting straight up and devouring Annie with his eyes. He nodded at her mutely.

"Well, then," she said returning the towel to her hair, "I guess it doesn't matter." She strolled casually on through the room and went into the kitchen. "Want a beer, Jase?" I heard her call.

"Sure," I replied and she came back in with two beers in hand and the towel now wrapped around her head. She handed me one of the cans, popped the top on the other and slid into the recliner with me. I certainly enjoyed having a lapful of naked girl but I was worried about what she was up to. She couldn't have failed to notice Mark's eyes boring holes through her everywhere she went.

As she took a drink from her beer, I whispered, "What the hell are you up to? You're going to give that kid a heart attack!"

Siting sideways on my lap, her back was to the rest of the kids. She rubbed her cold beer can across her dark nipples making them stand up. "Don't worry, Uncle Jason," she whispered back, "I already told you that I like Mark. And I don't make promises that I don't intend to keep. I know that one way or another you are going to be screwing Brandi tonight. So maybe her big brother deserves the same kind of hospitality."

I couldn't argue with that without being a total hypocrite, so I just kissed her and said, "You little Mexican slut!"

Annie laughed as she got up and said, "You've got that right, Uncle dear!" And she walked back toward her bedroom.

Some time later she and Alison reappeared. They both were wearing long baggy tee shirts that just covered their panty clad asses. Annie flopped down on the couch between Brandi and Mark and put an arm around both.

"Looks like we've got a couple of sleepers here," said Alison indicating Meg and Randy. "Will you help me get them to bed, Daddy?"

She grabbed Meg and I picked up Randy. We put them in their respective beds, pulled their clothes (except for underwear) and met back in the hall.

"Daddy," she said, "Just so you'll know, I'll probably be in the empty guest room tonight. Looks like Annie's got her sights set on Mark, so I'm going to make myself scarce."

I hugged her to me and ran my hands up and down her back. She nestled close to me, pressing the full length of her slim body against mine. I let my hands stray down to her ass and held her close for a few minutes. Damn, she felt good next to me!

When we got back to the living room Brandi was in my chair finishing off my beer. Her brother was laying with his head in Annie's lap cushioned by her bare, round thighs. His eyes were closed as she absently toyed with his hair and he had a very obvious boner in his shorts.

"Well, I think I'm going to call it a night," said Alison. "See ya'll in the morning." She kissed Annie and then me and headed to the empty guest room with a smile on her face. My daughter certainly didn't appear to be jealous over the situation. Good for her! Jealousy is wasted emotion and does no good for anyone at all.

"I think it's about that time for me, too," I said. "Good night all." When I bent over to kiss Annie she whispered, "If I leave a little light on, will you make a disc for me?" I just smiled and nodded. So, it seems the little tramp was not only giving me permission to watch but wanted it recorded for posterity, as well!

"Hang on, Jason," said Brandi getting up, "I'm going to bed, too. I'll walk with you."

We left the room, our arms around each other, and headed straight to my bedroom. She had no intention of sleeping anywhere but with me. When we got behind closed doors I said, "I've got something to do in the dungeon. I guess you might as well come with me."

We popped the secret door open and headed downstairs. Once in the control room I flipped on the camera in the living room and slapped a blank disc into the recorder. Brandi and I pulled a couple of chairs up close to the monitor to watch.

Annie and Mark were still in the same positions they had been in when we left, but now all the lights were off except for one lamp. Annie's hand left Mark's head and she started to rub his chest. She pulled his shirt up and ran her fingers across his bare stomach.

"Hey," she said. "Would you like a good massage? Pull that shirt off and lay on the floor." Mark quickly complied and soon he was lying face down with my niece sitting astride him. She began to give him a slow and sensual massage. Her hands would trail lightly across his skin and then firmly knead his muscles.

After a few minutes she said, "This is hard work. I'm getting kind of warm. Mind if I take my shirt off?" Without waiting for an answer, she stripped the garment off and her huge breasts bounced free. Mark was straining to get a look.

She continued massaging the boy and then said, "Okay, roll over. Let me do the front."

Mark didn't argue and now Annie was straddling his hips with her panty covered crotch pressing against his obvious hard on. As her hands worked on his chest, her hips slid back and forth ever so slightly rubbing his cock with her pussy.

Her hands worked their way down to his stomach and she scooted back off his prick for better access. She unbuttoned his shorts and opened them slightly and rubbed the newly exposed flesh. One hand went to the bulge in his pants and she said, "Oh, this looks like it could be uncomfortable. Here, let me get these off of you."

She pulled his zipper all the way down, and as he raised his hips, she started to slide them off. Only she made sure to hook his underwear at the same time and his hard cock sprang into view. "Sorry," she said as he made a motion to cover himself. She put her hand on his and removed it from his prick. "It's okay," she told him. "We're all members of the same club, right? And you've already seen me naked. If it makes you more comfortable, I'll take mine off, too."

Mark just lay there as if in a trance. He still had not said a word. He was complete putty in my niece's hand. Annie removed her panties and sat next to the boy. She started massaging his legs starting at the calves and working her way up. Mark lay there breathing deeply never taking his eyes from Annie's body.

Her hands moved up his thighs and one lightly caressed his stiff member. As I have mentioned before, Mark had a pretty big prick for a fourteen year old. It was probably just shy of nine inches and was very fat. It was an impressive sight laying tight against his stomach. Annie rubbed it more boldly.

"You have a very nice prick, Mark," she said. She wrapped her hand all the way around it and slowly moved it up and down. We heard Mark moan and his hips came off the floor an inch or two. Annie bent over and took the boy's entire cock into her mouth in one motion.

She sucked it in and out and moved her body so she was once more straddling his legs. Mark's eyes were clenched shut as the girl continued the blow job. She sucked him for several minutes and then straightened up. She moved upward until her bare cunt was just above Mark's throbbing boner. She leaned down and put her giant tits right in the boys face.

"Do you like my titties, Mark?" she asked. The boy only nodded. "Would you like to suck them?" Instead of answering, Mark reached up and grabbed her breasts in both hands. He raised his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He got as much of the massive breast into his mouth as he could and continued to knead them both with his hands.

Annie caught her breath and moaned. "Oh, Mark," she breathed, "That feels so good." She lowered her hips so that her cunt lips made contact with his shaft. As the boy sucked her nipple she moved her pussy back and forth along the length of his cock. Brandi and I could see her wetness coating him.

After about two minutes of this Mark took his mouth from Annie's breast and said, "Annie! I"m going to cum!" Annie reached in between them and grabbed his cock in her hand. She moved her pussy away from the straining boy and stroked his prick swiftly.

His first shot of sperm landed nearly on his chin and the second only slightly lower. Annie watched for a second then moved to place the boys spewing cock into her mouth. Mark fucked her face wildly as he pumped spray after spray of his hot salty jism into my niece's throat.

Within a few moments Mark lay still. Annie continued to suck his penis but it was obvious his orgasm was over. She took the boys limp prick from mouth and started to lick the rest of the sperm from his body.

When she had him clean, she licked her lips and said, "Very tasty! Thank you, but you aren't done yet. Have you ever licked a girl's pussy?"

"Brandi's," he said.

"Blabbermouth," said Brandi from her seat next to me, and then laughed.

"Really?" said Annie. "Your own sister, huh? Well, good. I'm glad you've got some experience because I want you to lick mine." She turned around so that they were in the classic 69 position. "And I'll see if I can't get you hard again while you're doing it."

She put the boy's prick back in her mouth and lowered her hips to his face. Mark grabbed her around the ass and buried his mouth in her cunt. Brandi and I watched as her brother and my niece fucked each other with their mouths.

Within minutes Mark's cock was fully hard once more. Oh, the advantages of youth, I thought. Annie was grinding her cunt into Mark's face, bucking against him. She took her mouth from the boy's prick and said, "Mark, I've got to have this in me! I want you to fuck me!"

She pulled herself away from him and lay back on the couch with her ass hanging off the edge. She threw her legs straight into the air and grabbed her ankles. "Come here and fuck me, Mark!"

The boy needed no coaxing. He got on his knees between her upraised legs and placed his prick at the opening of her pussy. With no preparation at all he slammed it all the way in her tunnel. The breath whooshed out of her. "Oh, yes!" she said. "You feel so good inside me!"

She braced her raised legs against his shoulders as he started to piston his fat cock in and out of her wet snatch. He reached down to her chest and grabbed two handfuls of tit. He kneaded the massive globes as he fucked her. When he began to pinch her nipples, her breathing became more ragged.

She had one hand between them rubbing her clit as Mark's strokes became faster. Annie began saying, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" over and over. It was almost a chant in time with Mark's thrusting prick.

We could see Annie's stomach muscles start to contract and her hand was a blur across her clitoris. She brought her legs down and wrapped them around Mark. She pulled him as far into her as she could and yelled, "Make me cum! Oh my god, I'm coming!" Her body spasmed against the boy, fucking herself on his prick.

Mark was so trapped by Annie's legs that he could barely move, but he apparently didn't need to. His back tensed and his hands gripped Annie's tits hard as his second orgasm took over his body. He thrust against her as the semen left his body and entered hers. They moved against each other straining to make it last as long as possible.

Mark's body slowly relaxed and he slumped forward, his head pillowed by Annie's tits. She let her legs drop slowly to the floor and hugged his body close to hers. They lay that way for a long time.

Brandi and I looked at each other. I'm sure I looked as hot and sex-crazed as she did. "Wow!" she said. "That looked great! I wish I could get fucked in that position."

"I don't think that would be a problem, little girl," I said. I left the recorder running in case anything else needed to be saved for the archive, and we headed up stairs.



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