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The Exchange

Chapter Ten

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MF fsolo voy

*bump! Thump thump!*

“uuuuuuuuuhhhh”

*bump-bump bump thump!*

“ooooohhhh godddddd”

Betsy Bryant yawned as she sat up in bed. It was still early, so the house was mostly quiet. This meant that the thumping sounds and the stifled cries that accompanied them were more than obvious.

Betsy wrinkled her brow as she tried to identify where the sounds were coming from. The source of the commotion was not outside the house, of that she was certain. The 15-year-old climbed out of bed and arranged her mint green, shorty pajamas so that they covered her adequately.

Standing in the doorway to her bedroom, Betsy looked down the hallway to the bathroom door. Along the side of the hallway to the bathroom was the door to the room of Betsy’s older sister Candace, followed by the door to their parents’ room. Betsy could see that both of these doors were wide open.

It was apparent that the sounds were issuing from her parents’ room, Betsy decided. She yawned again before quietly creeping along the passageway to investigate. As she neared Candace’s doorway, Betsy noticed that there were other, quieter sounds to be heard, previously masked by the more insistent rhythm from the second door down the hall. Betsy stopped at doorway of her sister’s room and carefully peered inside.

Candace lay on top of her covers with her back to Betsy. The 19-year-old girl had propped herself up in bed so that she rested her ear and one hand against the wall that separated her bedroom from that of her parents. Betsy saw that her sister was resting her other hand on the mattress in front of her hips. Candace’s face was visible in half profile and this allowed Betsy to see the older girl’s mouth hanging slack and the glassy expression in Candace’s eyes.

The sounds from their parents’ room were even more audible now and the thumps had picked up tempo.

Thumpthumpthumpbumpthumpbump

Uuuhhh bo-Bob uuuuhhhhh uuuuhhhh!

Candace’s gaping mouth quivered and whimpered softly. Betsy watched as Candace began to draw her long, powder blue tee shirt up, amazed that instead of the panties or sleep shorts that she expected to see her sister wearing beneath the top, Candace instead revealed her naked ass cheeks.

Betsy was transfixed! She inched further into the room just as Candace rolled onto her back. For a moment, Betsy was worried that Candace would notice her, but the older Bryant girl was still lost in her own private world. The hand that Candace had used to pull up her tee shirt now rested between the 19-year-old brunette’s parted thighs. Candace moved her hand back and forth rhythmically, her small cries growing louder as her motion sped up.

Betsy blushed deeply and backed out of her sister’s room just as Candace’s cries began to transform into groans. Betsy could still hear her older sister as she passed by the open door to her parents’ room. By now, Betsy could not resist looking in this door as well.

Betsy’s mother Liz lay crushed beneath her husband, Bob. The couple’s limbs were entwined and their bodies glistened with sweat. As their 15-year-old daughter surreptitiously watched, Liz and Bob slowly separated, seemingly oblivious to the possibility that anyone but themselves might witness their nakedness.

Betsy was both highly embarrassed and yet unable to take her eyes from the spectacle of her father’s prick slowly returning to a perfectly stiff and ramrod straight condition. Nor could the fascinated teen stop herself from moving closer to watch Liz begin to lick the long shaft of Bob’s prick. Betsy’s skin flushed almost scarlet as she drank in the scene before her.

Bob sprawled on the bed as his wife bathed his swollen cock with her lips and tongue. He placed a hand on Liz’s head and played with her hair. A hiss of pleasure escaped his lips and his head rolled back. As it did, Bob caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror. He thought he must have been dreaming because, for a brief moment, he thought he saw his baby daughter Betsy in the doorway. However, when Bob looked in the direction of the door, there was nobody there.

Betsy gently closed the door to the bathroom and stood still, breathing rapidly and deeply. She could not fully process the things she had seen this morning. The vision of Candace touching her pussy unbridled and the subsequent sight of her mom and dad doing those dirty, dirty things made Betsy’s head swim.

The pretty 15-year-old undid the buttons that fastened her pajama top and let it fall to the bathroom floor. The short pajama pants followed it and Betsy was stark naked in front of the large mirror. Her whole body, from the top of her head, across her puffy nippled tits, down her taut belly, down her slender legs and to the tips of her toes was flushed a deep pink.

Betsy spent a while gazing at herself in the mirror before she turned to the shower and stepped inside. The water felt good against Betsy’s skin. The girl took the showerhead from its cradle and directed the water over herself as she lathered up with the soap.

The warmth of the water and soft foam of the soap managed to distract Betsy right up to the moment the jet of the shower began to spray over the meeting of her thighs. The heat and pressure of the jet made Betsy move her feet apart place a hand on the wall to prevent herself from falling.

Now as the blonde teen stood there in the shower, dripping wet and keeping the showerhead in a near static position, the images from earlier came flooding back with a vengeance.

“Uh” Betsy moaned as she again saw her sister playing with herself. “ ugggggghhhh ” she grunted as the water titillated her swollen clit and Betsy replayed the vision of her mother and father naked in front of her. Betsy closed her eyes and saw the woman change so that now it was herself running her tongue up and down the thick shaft of Bob’s prick, knowing that it was just a matter of time before that cock would enter her.

Betsy shuddered as she climaxed, her blood thundering in her ears as the pleasure swamped her body. Panting and weak, Betsy let the showerhead drop and clatter against the wall of the shower. When she could think clearly she began to feel the first tendrils of guilt at what she had just fantasized about encircle her mind.

In a few hours, her father would drive her to the airport and then hug her goodbye at the gate. Betsy was not sure if she would be able to look him in the eye. At this moment, however, she was not entirely sure if that would be because of shame, or that she would be more interested in gazing at his crotch.

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