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Subject: {ASSM} "The Lottery" - Part 12  (mf, MF, ff, oral, mast, inc, con)
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DISCLAIMER:

This is a copyrighted work and the intellectual property of the author.
Any reposting or reproduction is strictly prohibited without the express
written permission of the author.  (C)2001 By: Dark Vision.

The contents of this story are fictitious.  Any similarity to persons
alive or dead is purely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sex, including sex between family
members.  It is intended for adults only.  If you are offended by
material of this nature, are under the legal age in your location to
read this material, or it is illegal for you to possess this material,
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The author may be contacted at Darkvision29@hotmail.com

"The Lottery" - Part 12  (mf, MF, ff, oral, mast, inc, con)
By: Dark Vision
With thanks to Alex.


The four adults gathered in the large living room, each dressed for
bed.  Don and Marc were in their underwear.  Anne wore a short
nightshirt that barely covered her panties.  Marge had on a pair of
cotton pajamas with a button down top and boxer styled bottoms.

Anne went up stairs and checked the teens to be sure they were
sleeping.  She opened the boys door and looked in to see the two of them
sleeping soundly.  Quietly entering Kim and Sally's room she could see
the two girls, their arms intertwined, also asleep.

Anne returned to the living room and joined the rest of the group.  They
talked about the night's events.

Marge said, "I guess I'm not sure what we should next, but I don't think
we can just act like nothing happened."  They agreed that they needed to
confront the teens regarding the sexual activity they had seen their
parents engaged in.

"I don't know how we should approach the issue," Marc said.

"Well," Don said, "I think that we should talk to the boys and the girls
separately."

They all agreed and decided that the long ride home would be a good
opportunity to broach the subject.  The guys would take the Suburban and
the boat, the four women returning in the Town Car.  They discussed how
much they should offer in the way of details.  They decided to tell them
when the activity started and answer the kids questions the best they
could.

Then Don, out of the blue, said, "The girls are certainly growing into
good looking young women."  Marc nodded his agreement.

Anne and her sister-in-law were taken aback by Don's comment.  It was
the first time either man had alluded to their daughters' appearance.

"And just what do you mean by that remark?"  Marge asked.

"I mean that Kim and Sally are developing nicely.  How could I help but
notice them?"  Don replied.

Marc added, "They remind me of you two when you were about that age."
Marge and Anne giggled at their husband's remarks.

Anne said, "Well, your sons are developing quite well also."  The four
adults were now laughing and making suggestive little remarks about
their children's anatomy.

They sat on the couch trying to regain their composure.  Marge and Anne
sat next to each other, their mates on the opposite sides.  The couch
was quite large, but each adult was in contact with the one next to
them.

Marge said, "Anne and I made a discovery you guys should know about.
When we were cleaning up the girls' room we found blood on the sheets."

Don asked,  "What do you think it was from?  Do you think the girls have
been messing around with their brothers?"

Anne said, "We don't think they have done anything with the boys...
yet."

The women went on to tell their husbands about discovering the sex toys
in the dresser drawer, and what they had seen on the beach.  They
decided that the blood must be from the girls using the toys to break
their hymens.

Anne said, "I guess it is better than loosing it in the backseat of a
car... if you know what I mean."  Marge agreed with her sister-in-law,
remembering their own experience with the boys that would become their
husbands.

Marc snickered and said, "You mean the two girls... together?  Who would
have dreamed that two girls would do anything like that?"  Again the
four laughed, knowing what Marc was referring to.

"Remember when Marc and I caught you two going at it?"  Don asked.

The two women nodded and Marge said, "I do, and I thought I would die!
I also remember that Anne took it all in her stride."  The four started
reminiscing about that day.

                                                         * * * *

It was a very warm October day, starting out cool, and then getting hot
as the afternoon sun heated the air.  Marge and Anne walked home from
school together, on their way to Anne's house.  Anne and Don's mother
worked afternoons at a new job, leaving the siblings home alone until
about eleven o'clock at night.

The two girls were still exploring each other and growing accustomed to
being sexually active with a member of the same sex.  They were in a
hurry to get the house and change into cooler clothing.  As soon as they
walked through the door of the supposedly empty house, they pulled the
sweaters they had worn over their heads as they walked to Anne's room.
They were unaware that their brothers were home from school early and in
the kitchen.  They saw the two girls walk by in their bras.

Once in Anne's bedroom the girls removed their slacks and sat on Anne's
bed in their white bra and panties, talking about the day at school.
The bedroom window was open, allowing a gentle breeze to cool the two
girls.  Marge got up and turned on a fan that was sitting on the
dresser.  She stood, with her arms extended straight out from her sides,
letting the artificial wind bathe her body.  After a few minutes, she
returned to the bed and laid back, her legs dangling over the edge.

Marge pulled one of the bra cups away from her breast and showed Anne
her hardened nipple.  Anne bent over, took the small protrusion into her
mouth, and sucked gently.  Marge moaned with pleasure as she took Anne's
head and held it in place.  Anne used her hands to pull the shoulder
straps of Marge's bra down her arms, folded the cups down, and exposed
both breasts.  Marge's moaning increased as her friend alternated
between the small nipples, sucking and licking each one.

Marge slid her free hand inside her panties and rubbed her clit.  Anne
stopped her oral attack on the breasts and knelt on the floor between
Marge's legs.  She gripped the overheated girl's panties and pulled them
down her legs.  Pushing Marge's knees apart, Anne leaned forward and ran
her tongue over the wet slit before her.  She licked up and down its
length, pausing at Marge's clit to give the nub some special attention.

Marge was on the verge of her orgasm when she heard a noise from the
window.  Looking over, she saw Marc and Don watching them.  Marge
quickly pushed Anne's head away and tried to cover herself.  Marge saw
the two boys run away from the window, as she told Anne about seeing
them.  Anne didn't seem too concerned that they had been caught.  Marge
questioned her about her lack of embarrassment and the fact that Anne
made no effort to cover up.

Anne told Marge that she knew that Don watched her, just like she
watched him.  Marge questioned Anne about the voyeurism and the fact she
didn't mind.  Anne finally admitted to her friend that she and her
brother had even messed around with each other.  Marge, wrapped in the
bedspread, pressed Anne for details.  Anne told her that her brother had
walked into her room and caught her masturbating, and before the night
was over they had touched each other.

Marge was a little stunned.  She quizzed Anne about incest and the
ramifications of being caught by her mother.  Anne assured the puzzled
teen that it happened when her mother was away, and it was only once.
Anne also told Marge that she would do it again.

The two girls dressed and went outside.  They found Marc and Don sitting
at the picnic table in the backyard.  Anne called the two boys peeping
toms, Don told her to pull her shade when she was going to have sex with
another girl.  Marc and Marge felt a little uncomfortable with the
exchange between the brother and sister.

The girls started to walk away when they heard Don say, "When's the next
show?"  Marge and Anne ignored the comment and continued to head for the
house.

Back in Anne's room, Marge asked her friend if she would put on a show
for the guys.  Anne said that she would.  Marge was now very excited,
partly because of the things Anne was doing to her before they were
interrupted, and partly because of being caught.  She was also turned on
about the prospect of seeing Marc nude and doing some of the things that
Anne had told her about.

Marge shocked Anne by telling her that she wanted to see if they could
turn the boys on so much they would go and masturbate.  Anne was more
that willing to comply.  The girls cooked up a plan and set it into
motion.  They removed their bras and changed their tops into loose
fitting shirts, which would provide a view of their breasts when they
bent forward.  Anne selected very short nylon running shorts for each of
them to wear.

Dressed in the seductive attire, they went to the kitchen and took four
sodas from the refrigerator.  The two girls took the cold drinks outside
and to the picnic table.  The boys were still sitting there.  Marge
reached over to her brother, handing him a soda.  She was bent at the
waist offering him a view of her firm young breasts down the gaping
opening in her shirt.  She watched Marc's eyes to be sure he had seen
her naked breasts.  Standing up slowly, she smiled at her brother when
they made eye contact.

Anne put on a similar display for Don.  The girls joined their brothers
at the table, sitting across from the two.  The boys stared at the young
girls, trying to steal a peek when the girls moved.  Marge was getting a
bit brazen.  She put her hand into her shirt, complaining of an itch,
and scratched the bottom of her breast.  The action caused her entire
breast to become exposed to the boys' probing eyes.

Anne, picking up the cue, told Marge she would help her and replaced
Marge's hand with hers.  Marc and Don sat and stared at the girls, their
mouths wide open.

Marge told Anne to follow her.  The two girls got up and went back into
the house.  On the way back to Anne's room, they commented on the boy's
reactions.  In the bedroom the girls removed their shirts and began to
fondle each other's breasts.  They kept an eye on the window, watching
for their brothers.  As soon as Marge spotted the boys peeking in, she
lowered her head to Anne's breast and started to suck on it.

Anne was moaning softly as her young friend rolled her very hard nipple
between her teeth.  She held Marge's head to her nude torso, and looked
right at the boys.  "Want to join us?"  Anne said to the two startled
boys.  Marge never stopped suckling the nipple in her mouth as Anne
informed her that the boys were coming.

Marge reluctantly released Anne's breast to acknowledge the presence of
the two fifteen-year-old boys.  Anne and Marge sat next to one another
on the bed as the boys stood in silence.  Don was the first to speak,
asking the girls if he and Marc could see their pussies.

The girls smiled at the crude description of their vaginas, and Marge
said, "We'll show you ours if you show us yours."

The boys nervously shifted from foot to foot as they contemplated the
girl's offer.  Don and Marc looked at each other and saying why not,
removed their jeans, briefs and shirts.  The girls stared at their
brothers.  This was the first time Marge had seen her brother's penis.
She looked over his erect manhood, noticing the purplish helmet like
head and the veins that ran its length to the dangling orbs between his
legs.  She snapped back to reality when she heard one of the boys say it
was the girls' turn.

Anne and Marge stood up from the bed and removed the nylon shorts.  They
hadn't worn panties beneath the garments, and were now equally naked.

Don and Marc's gaze switched between the two girls, observing their
pubic areas.  Marc noted that his sister had a sparse covering of very
light hair, and that Anne's hair was darker.  Like Marge, Marc had never
seen his sibling nude.  In fact he had never seen any girl nude.

The girls sat back down on the bed, allowing their legs to part
slightly.  Marc could now see the pink puffy lips of his sister's sex.
He studied the crack that started just below the curly blonde hair and
disappeared into the folds of her ass.  Anne watched Marc looking at her
friend.  She reached over and with her fingers, separated the lips of
Marge's vagina, revealing the swollen moist slit and the small nubbin of
her clitoris.  Anne put her finger on Marge's clit and rubbed it in
small circles.  Marge moaned at the touch of her friend's finger and
closed her eyes.  She lay back on bed, spreading her legs to allow
greater access to her now dripping vagina.  She felt Anne's finger trace
her along the inner folds and jumped as the probing finger penetrated
her.

Marge felt a pair of hands cup her breasts and start to massage them
roughly.  She knew they didn't belong to Anne, so she looked to see who
was squeezing her.  She saw Marc leaning over, his hands planted on her
firm small breasts.  She told him to be gentle, and using her own hand,
showed him how to roll the sensitive nipples between his fingers.

Anne removed her hand from between Marge's legs.  Marge looked over to
see that Anne and Don were now feeling each other.  She watched as
Anne's hand circled her brother's penis and stroked slowly.  Don was
kneeling next to his sister, one hand massaging her breast the other
fingering her vagina.  Anne kept up her actions on Don's penis as it
hovered over her naked tummy.

Marge told her brother to get up next to her like Don was next to Anne.
Marc got on the bed and assumed a kneeling position next to his young
sister.  Mark sat back on his heels and looked at his sister's body.
She reached over and touched the head of her brother's penis, watching
it jump uncontrollably.  She wrapped her hand around the firm flesh and
felt it pulse against her fingertips.  She slid her hand down to the
base, feeling his balls against the side of her hand.  Releasing his
penis, she put her open hand under the hanging sack that contained his
testicles.  She gently encompassed the warm sack and felt its weight.

Marc returned his hand to Marge's breast and began to rub and squeeze
it, and the nipple that stood proudly in its center.  With the other
hand, he sampled the warm moist vaginal area that was between his
sister's parted legs.  Marge took Marc's penis in hand, and began to
stroke it just like Anne was doing to Don.  Marge felt her brother
groping aimlessly between her legs.  She took Mark's hand in hers and
guided him to her clit.  He attempted to pull on the small, hard button.

Marge moved his hand away and told him to watch.  She took her fingertip
and massaged herself.  Marc understood what she wanted and replaced her
hand with his.  As her brother touched her in just the right way, Marge
bucked her hips against his finger.  She felt her orgasm build and
stroked faster on the hot meat in her hand.

Marge felt something hot and wet hit her breast and chest.  Looking over
at her Anne and her brother, she saw the stream of white goo shooting
from Don's penis.  Marge's orgasm began, causing her body to shudder and
her vaginal muscles to contract.  She moaned loudly, shaking her head
from side to side.  Marge felt Marc's penis pulse as it shot his semen
out the slit in its velvety head.  The first two long ropes of the
sticky substance struck Anne, the rest landing on Marge's stomach.

Marc, totally exhausted, collapsed next to his sister.  Marge watched as
the firm penis, that she had just held, returned to its normal size and
flaccid state.  Anne and Marge lay next to each other as the hot cum
their brothers had sprayed them with cooled and dried.

The four teens cleaned up and dressed.  The two boys left the room.  The
girls talked about the experience they had just encountered, vowing that
it would not be the last time.

                                                         * * * *
Don and Marc were stroking their very erect penises' as their memory of
that fateful day subsided and they returned to the present.  Marge
looked at her husband and smiled as she watched his hand travel over his
manhood.  She replaced Don's hand with her own and said, "Can you
imagine you daughter doing this to her brother?"

Don watched his wife's hand glide up and down his penis and replied, "I
certainly can!"  Marge bent over and took her husband's penis deep into
her mouth.  Don moaned and said, "You are the best little cock sucker in
the world."

Anne had removed her panties and was lowering herself onto Marc's hard
penis.  As she impaled herself on the hard tool, she said, "What about
me big brother?"

Don thought for a minute then said, "Ok, I guess it is a tie."  He felt
Marge's teeth squeeze his penis right at the base.  Knowing there was no
way out of his predicament, he ran his fingers through his wife's hair
and moaned deeply.  Marge released the pressure and resumed her oral
stimulation.

The two couples continued to enjoy their activities.  The men came, Don
filling his swallowing wife's mouth, Marc shooting into Anne's hot
vagina.

The four relaxed on the couch, and then Marge said, "There is something
we all need to agree on, do we encourage or discourage the kid's sexual
activity?"

The four of them discussed the options they felt were available to
them.  They talked about how their parents had made sex something
shameful and dirty.  They also discussed the fact that it didn't stop
them from engaging in sex acts, only that they felt guilty when they did
anything.

After weighing the pros and cons, they all reach an agreement that they
would monitor the kids the best they could, and let nature take its
course.  The four knew, deep down, that if the kids got started, there
was very little they could to stop it.  Only the four teens could call
it quits.

Satisfied they had a plan, at least for the short term, the four adults
got up and headed to their respective rooms.  Tomorrow was going to be a
busy day as they packed and prepared for their return home.

Marge took Don's hand as they walked into the bedroom.  She turned to
her husband and said, "Are we doing the right thing with the kids?"

Don replied, "I'm not sure, but who the hell knows what the right thing
is anyway?"

The two climbed into bed and Marge snuggled up to Don.  Marge asked her
husband, "Just how tired are you?"

Don said, "I am ok, why?"  Marge reached under the covers and removed
the bottoms of her pajamas.  She rolled him onto his back, turned
around, and lowered her bald pussy to his mouth.  Don extended his
tongue and slid it into the hot wet cavern as his wife rode his face.
He sucked on her clit and reached under her top to pinch her nipples.
Within minutes she was coming.  He could taste the sweetness of her
secretions as they ran from her vagina into his mouth.  Having completed
her orgasm, Marge turned around and lay next to Don.  She could feel
that he had become hard again.

Marge whispered, "You are just like a kid sometimes."  With that she
removed his boxers and climbed over him, reached between their bodies,
and inserted him into her wet hole.  She slid down until he was fully
engulfed, and put her head on his chest.  Together, they fell asleep,
joined in a lovers embrace.

                                                       <continued>

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