Perverts 'R' Us

Ahead From The Past

By The Purvv ( M/F, m/f, m/F, 1st, teen, con, pedo, inc-mo/son, bro/sis )

Author's Note: The following is a story that perhaps may never get finished as I seemed to have lost all desire to write, which in turn stopped the brain from coming up with ideas. Nevertheless, these few chapters seemed to have the most attraction for all readers of my stories and I've received many, many, great emails asking me to finish it. To those I apologize, but I can't write if I can't conjure - The Purvv.

Chapter One

He lay in his hospital bed surrounded by this group that called him Paul and said that they were his family. They were all there visiting him. There was Peter and Yvonne, his 'mom and dad' and his four 'sisters': Ann, Elizabeth, Carol and Debbie.

It had been a month since he came out of the coma; and still he hadn't been able to come up with even a remote explanation for what had transpired to date.

He wasn't Paul, he was sure, but if he was really whom he thought that he was, then what was the explanation for all of this?

The last thing that he remembered before coming out of the coma was a night on New Year's Eve, 2002. He had been celebrating with his wife Mary and their best friends Ed and Sarah.

'What had happened?' he asked himself for the hundredth time. He was a grown man of 50 years of age, married with two grown-up kids. A grandfather, for God's sake! He had lived a half of century. Where had it gone? Where did his family and friends go? Where did he, Philip Grady, go?

Everything about him now was not logical. The only answer to it all was that he was now in a dream. As impossible as that sounded to him, he kept returning to that thought. There couldn't be any other explanation. Yet, he also knew that THIS WAS NOT A DREAM! Anyone who felt and saw things as he did could not be dreaming. These people here were real flesh and blood. The bed under him, the lights in the room, the antiseptic smell...all of these were real.

But if this was real then the other, the past, was not. If that was so, then today was really February 3, 1953 and the past was the dream. There was no Beatles, no JFK, no 'Nam, no 'Slick Willie', no wife or kids, no job...nothing...a dream.

That too is impossible, he told himself.

Paul...Until an answer came, then for the retention of his own sanity, he would answer to the name of and become - - Paul. He had no memory of such but the doctors told his 'family' and himself that his memory could come back gradually, all at once or not at all. They spent the month telling him of themselves and him trying to revive the missing links.

In the beginning, he tried to tell them all of who he really was but they brushed it off quickly to fantasy dreams. After a few futile days and deep thought, he decided that it would be best that he not tell anymore because he would not be believed and if he was insistent enough, they would probably have him committed to a mental institution. From what he remembered, that's what they did in the '50s.

He was sure that he could predict many things that were going to occur but he felt that it was probably too dangerous a thing to do. He would be in a 'nut house' before anything actually happened and when (and if) it did, no one would remember that he told them. Even if they did, they would probably pass it off as a fluke.

He was sure that the safest thing would be to become Paul; an 11-year-old boy who was hit by a car and hospitalized with head damage. The doctors said that they did as much as they could for him and they were getting ready to send him 'home'; home to his family. Except this family consisted of a mother and father that were young enough to be his kids. His 'father' was only 31 and his 'mom' only 29. Yvonne must have been 'knocked-up', Paul figured, and forced to get married. From what he pieced together, his sister Debbie was the oldest child at 13. That would have made his mother only 16 at the time of Debbie's birth.

Apparently, youth had more passion than brains as Peter and Yvonne had their five kids very quickly. After Debbie came Carol at 12, followed by Paul. Bringing up the rear was Elizabeth at 10 and Ann at 9.

If nothing else, this had to be the most beautiful group of girls he had ever seen. As for the girls, one was prettier than the next. Paul noted that it was interesting that none wore any make-up. That was apparently taboo in the 50s. However, none of them needed it. If anything, make-up may have distracted from their beauty.

Paul thought that they got their looks from their mother; although Peter was a good-looking guy too. Yvonne however, was a stunning beauty. Tall and slim, which was surprising considering that she had endured the childbirth of five kids; she would have attracted the most discerning of men. She had shoulder length blonde hair crowning an angelic face and, in addition, Paul noticed that she had a figure that could have adorned Vogue. Peter had made quite a catch, Paul noted.

Somehow, the young couple not only managed but they actually had a successful marriage. They had managed to make it to the ultimate goal of most married couples of the era; they had a house in the suburbs, although they referred to it as 'the country'. Paul sensed that the luster had worn off the marriage, but they still kept up a good front. He felt that he could see much more tenseness beneath the surface than could be detected by the others. After all, he really had been around a lot longer.

In the hospital bathroom, he now prepared to get himself ready to go home. Before dressing in the clothes that they brought for him to wear, he looked at his naked self in the mirror. He did not recognize the face of this boy looking back at him. But yet he was that face!

As he got ready to put on his underpants, he again looked with shock at his cock. To be sure his other self was small in this area, but, even so, what he now had boggled his mind. Only 11 years old and already he had at least two more inches on him than when he was the adult Philip Grady. And what blew his mind now was the thought of the hugeness that it transformed to when it became large. This had happened a couple of times when he had to piss. He was sure that it reached over 8 inches. And he was still a growing boy. At least some good might come of this. With a pecker this big, he could rule the world, he smiled to himself.

His family was treating him as a partial amnesia victim. Thus, when they reached the house, they gently guided him through the layout while explaining to him who went where. Debbie and Ann had one bedroom together as did Carol and Elizabeth. He had his own while his mom and dad had the master bedroom.

The doctors had told the family that he was to rest and not to try to do too much in the beginning. Yvonne and Peter helped him upstairs. His mom instructed him to get into bed and relax. After they had left him alone Paul undressed all the way down to his shorts. Apparently, he didn't own any 'undershirts' or pajamas. He got under the covers and lay down.

Again, as in every day since he first awoke last month, his mind reran all of the recent events through his mind. He began to silently cry...like a little boy, not like a 50 year old. Oh, God...what's happened? Would he ever know the answer? At about 5 in the afternoon, he drifted off into a deep sleep.

Chapter Two

Paul was screaming at the top of his lungs and his mother, Debbie and Ann came running up the stairs. As they approached his bed he again let out a cry, "YEEEEAHHHHHH!"

Yvonne shook him awake lightly, but firmly, trying not to scare him. Fear was in his eyes as he focused his look around the room.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay." His mom was sitting alongside of him now and her arm was around him. She kept repeating, "It's okay," trying to soothe him. His oldest sister Debbie was holding his hand tightly while little Ann stood looking at him. She looked frightened for him.

He had another nightmare. He'd had at least one a day since the day that he came out of the coma. He was reacting just as a child of eleven would; his body was trembling violently. His mother and older sister held him tightly, waiting until his shaking finally subsided. "I'm sorry...I...I had another..."

"I know, baby. It's okay," Yvonne repeated again. "It's okay."

After about five minutes, he began to calm down completely.

The rest of the family had been out together. When they returned, they came up to his room to see what was going on. Peter suggested that Paul throw on a robe and come downstairs with the rest of the family.

"The girls can take care of you. And I can stay up here and get some sleep."

Paul realized that Peter had been up a long time and he needed to sleep as he worked the midnight to 8 a.m. shift. He asked his 'dad' to help him downstairs. The girls left to go down while Paul donned a robe.

Paul continued to familiarize himself with the house. Downstairs in the living room that night he and the girls listened to the standing radio. Strange, not having television, Paul thought. Many other things, foreign to him, were happening around him. He saw things that he had forgotten had existed; a way of life that he had forgotten about.

Paul had been constantly thinking of his situation and what it all meant and how and if it would all end. Somewhere during this past month, he also became aware of other certain things.

First, that no matter where he was, at this point he was 11 years old. He thought like a man but his emotions were of the boy. Second, he was not really related to these people. Maybe Paul was, but he wasn't.

Then there were the girls. He couldn't help or explain his feelings for them. Yvonne may have been his mother but she was mentally 20 years younger than him. Secretly, he felt a strong desire that he knew he wouldn't be allowed to display.

Debbie was young enough to be his granddaughter but there seemed to be a youthful sexual attraction for this blossoming 13-year-old beauty within his 11-year-old body and mind.

He didn't understand and couldn't explain his feelings to himself. He had never been one to roam or cheat on his wife. Yet, at least three times in the past month, he had become somewhat aroused by one or the other of the girls. Why did he now have these strange urges lurking within him?

Could the fact that his manhood was so big have anything to do with his inner stirrings? Even touching himself when going to the bathroom seemed to have a sexual effect on him. His cock had never been so sensitive before. He even used to get blow jobs from his wife and wasn't able to cum. Now, just his touch on his huge pecker brought a semi-arousal. He was actually ultra sensitive.

He had a fear of his body's reactions around these people. Because the girls were completely at home with their brother, their guard was definitely down. His eyes occasionally caught a glimpse of revealing flesh. Once, Debbie bent and he could see her bare breast under her robe. He turned his eyes away quickly but he felt himself stir somewhat. He knew that he was going to have to be very careful with his thinking. Look, but don't touch. This was a different era than he was used to, he told himself, so be careful.

Nonetheless, he couldn't help looking at these girls. Their beauty was outstanding and he couldn't help himself from being a male. At various times during the night one or another showed a little leg. He also saw more of his sisters than he had during that whole month in the hospital.

That night when he went to bed Paul remembered the young breast that he had seen. As he thought of it, his cock rose to its full length. Unable to control himself he fantasized about himself with Debbie, while he beat his pecker into submission.

Afterward, he swore that he would avoid looking at the girls in any way other than his sisters.

Chapter Three

It was about midnight a week later when the night was shattered with,

All the girls but Elizabeth awoke and along with Yvonne they came rushing to his cries. The nightmares had gone away for a few days but were back with a vengeance. The girls stood around helplessly as their mother hugged and rocked him, "It's okay, okay...It's okay baby...It's okay, sweetheart."

He was shaking in her comforting arms. She kept whispering her assurances to him as she rocked him. As his trembling began to slow down she told the girls, "Go ahead to bed. He'll be all right. Go ahead."

After a few seconds of looking, first at Paul and then at each other, they began to file out to their own bedrooms. "'Night ma, night Paulie."

"'Night girls," Yvonne said as she continued to hug and rock Paul.

"'N-n-night!" Paul called.

Yvonne held on to her son for at least ten minutes after the shaking stopped. As he lay in her arms, he felt the softness of her body. Once he began to calm down he also began to become aware of the sweet smell of this woman. A warm feeling began within his crotch.

"Think you can go back to sleep now sweetheart?" she asked. She still held him in her arms.

"I don't know...I guess so," he said hesitantly, and then added, "I-I'm a-afraid mom ...I'm... scared"

"It's okay, baby. Go to sleep," she said. Then, almost as an afterthought, she asked, "Would you feel better coming in by Mommy? Would you wanna sleep in with me?"

"C-c-can I?" he stammered.

Yvonne released him, arose and started from the room, at the same time saying, "Sure honey, come on."

He didn't even bother to throw a robe over his shorts. She had seen him like this all of his life, he thought. He quickly was following in her footsteps. By the time that he reached her bed she was already in it. She raised the sheet to admit him entrance with her beneath it.

Up until that minute, the boy didn't take any notice of what his mother was wearing. As she held the sheet up for him, Paul got a quick but telling look. Yvonne was only in a slip. From what he saw, she probably was not wearing a bra. He was able to see the top of her chest and the beginnings of the two mounds of flesh.

When he lay down, she dropped the sheet over him. It then covered them both. Yvonne then kissed and turned her back to her son. She reached out and shut off the lamp that was on the night table.

"Goodnight baby," she called over her shoulder to him as she rested on her side with her back to him. Her buttocks were almost touching his hip.

"'Night mom," he whispered.

Within a few minutes, Yvonne was asleep.

Not Paul. He was on his back with his eyes wide open. The room was lit only by the moonlight shining in from the window. Soon he was able to make out shadows.

His mouth was dry. He had to swallow to bring any moisture to it. As he lay there, his mind began to work overtime. Here he was, lying alongside this beautiful woman whom he had been fascinated with for the past month. He had stolen peek after peek at her fantastic body. Her long hair and beautiful face held him in awe.

His heart was pounding. The boy wanted to turn and touch her but he was afraid that if he did that she would react negatively and he would be back in his room...Pronto! He gently moved about, until his hip was touching Yvonne's buttocks. He felt the heat from her body through his underpants. His cock began to involuntarily rise.

He had noticed that because of the size of his cock it was somewhat painful and uncomfortable when he got a hard-on. This was no exception. To relieve the pressure he reached his hand down and grabbed at his cock. It jumped in his hand. He released the flesh from its confinement by pulling it through the slit in his shorts.

The secretiveness of this movement by now found his hands slightly trembling.

He was sure that she was now asleep and he wanted badly to touch this woman's body. Ever so gently, Paul rolled over onto his side, pressing but barely touching against his mother. His cock was now reaching full force.

After waiting about a minute to make sure that he hadn't disturbed her, he softly laid his arm over hers. Then, his hand was lying over her breast but not touching it. Her breathing remained easy. The 11-year-old's heart was pounding heavily in his chest.

Again he waited to make sure that she wasn't moving. When he was sure that she was still asleep, he gently pushed his hips forward. He was beside himself with fear but he was unable to control his sexual desires.

Then, his freed cock was lightly touching his mother's slip at the juncture at the bottom of her buttocks, where her legs met with her pussy. The slick feeling of the silk against his flesh caused his cock to jump. His heart was really pounding by now.

He pushed his stomach against her back, pushing hard into the vacantness of the silk, at the hollow spot just below the buttocks. His cock actually felt the heat from between her legs. He was touching her. A spurt of cum shot from the youngster's piss hole and he had to fight from groaning out loud.

Yvonne had slowly awakened. She felt the warmth of the arm over hers and the body pressing against hers.

"Peter?"

Paul lay silent, too petrified to move. However, he couldn't control the jumping in his loins as his pecker twitched.

As she became fully conscious, she realized that it wasn't her husband who was pressing against her, but her son. Now that she was awake, she knew that it couldn't have been Peter. He had quit on her over a year ago; and she was pretty sure that her rival wasn't a woman.

For a few minutes, she enjoyed the warmth of her son's body pressing against hers. Then suddenly she stiffened, realizing that, in addition to his body, she also felt a hard pressure pressing between her closed legs. 'Oh my God,' she thought.

Yvonne was frozen in panic. She realized that she had awakened thinking that it was her husband, and she also knew that it was easy enough for her to be mistaken. Her son was actually twice as big as her husband was. Over the years, she had taken notice and assumed he had inherited his traits from her side of the family. The size of her grandfather was legendary.

She was just about to pull away from the boy when suddenly she stopped. She now felt the twitching of his cock and she held in place. She too was now in a panic. She could tell that her son had a hard-on. She also felt the heat from his body. As wrong as it was, strangely enough, somehow it still felt good.

She remembered that she had been having a dream. She felt somewhat ashamed because the dream was of her having sex with Cary Grant. She was still somewhat warm from the dream. As she lay there, she realized that her son's pressing body probably caused her to have the dream.

'Oh God no...' she thought to herself. 'This can't be happening a second time in my life.' She was in a frenzy because she couldn't make herself pull away. As a matter of fact, she pushed back on him.

It had been over a year since she had sex with her husband Peter and she really missed it. Up until that time, from the time that she was 13, she was sexually active; first with her father and then with her future husband. And she was usually the one to instigate the nightly bouts with Peter. Maybe it wasn't 'lady-like' but she couldn't help her feelings. She really loved having sex. And now she had been deprived for such a long time.

She swallowed hard and was fighting the silent inner feelings that were urging her on to what would be the biggest sin of all. At least with her father it was he that started it.

His cock twitched again. This time she relaxed at the feeling and pushed back harder on the boy's cock. 'Maybe this is inherited too,' she thought. She heard a very, very silent moan come from the boy. She felt a tremendous heat within her body. She was going to give in to this depravity. She didn't want to help herself. She wanted and missed having cock. Now she badly wanted to feel one.

Her hand reached behind. She inched her body forward so that her hand could get between them. It lowered down to where she had felt the twitching. Gently her open hand reached out and grabbed at the throbbing mass.

"NNNNNNGGGGGGG!" he moaned loudly now. She felt all the wetness on her slip and on the tip of the boy's prick.

She was excited now. She had never envisioned feeling a prick this large again. Her father's was about the same size. She squeezed on the shaft while her finger reached at the tip and rubbed the pre-cum.

"Oooooooo, mama..." he suddenly spoke in the semi-darkness.

"Oh baby...it's...it's all right..." she whispered. She held him firmly as she turned over to face him. "It's...okay baby...I'm not gonna...Does this feel good?"

They were now face to face. Passion was showing wildly in each of their faces. His hand had moved down and now was just over her breast. "OHH Yeah ma...yeah..." His fingers slipped inside the top of her slip and captured the flesh of her beautiful tit.

Yvonne now moaned also.

Looking wildly into each other's eyes, their mouths suddenly attacked each other. With their lips open and tongues meeting and intermingling, they were each sucking frantically on the other's mouth.

The nipple of his mother's tit was hard and protruded into the palm of his hand as his fingers squeezed roughly on the mass of flesh.

Yvonne's hand was squeezing and rubbing along the length of his huge prick, down to his balls, and back again. She couldn't remember when she had ever been so hot. She felt completely wanton. She wanted sex with her son. She wanted his big cock. She wanted to teach it the 'facts of life'.

"I love you...I...love you...mama," he spoke into her pursuing mouth.

Then she pulled her mouth from his. Almost in a panic she silently screamed, "Take your shorts off baby...hurry...it's okay...mama's gonna show you. I love you too sweetheart. Take them off honey...now...hurry..."

They both were then quickly stripping what little they had on from their bodies. And just as quick they were again facing each other. Only this time the raw nakedness of the two frantic bodies had them completely out of their mind with passion.

Again kissing, this time he pushed on her until she lay on her back. Their naked bodies were grinding against each other. His hand again squeezed at the flesh of her breast.

Suddenly, she pushed his face from hers. She looked deep into his eyes and saw what she felt was the same wild abandonment that she was feeling. Holding his ears in her palms she pushed on his head leading him down her body. "Ohhhmmmm baby...kiss me...kiss mama..."

His lips and tongue worked their way down over her beautiful chest, pausing to kiss and nibble at one tit and then to suck on the other. His hands were rubbing her flesh at random. As his mouth was going lower he arose to his knees and he began turning his body, reversing its position.

Her fingers almost lunged out and grasped his young cock. As his tongue was riding over the flesh of her quivering belly she was pulling him up closer to her mouth. The scent of raw sex was blasting out from her cunt. The wonderful smell was intoxicating. He couldn't get down fast enough to put his mouth onto her mound. "NNNNNGGGGGGGG...OOOOOO!" she cried.

As his mouth began closing on her wet pussy she felt her body begin its first spasm. Her hips pushed toward the boy's face.

The feelings that his sucking and licking generated caused her to begin to fuck his mouth. At the same time the sight of his huge pecker was driving her wild. She was at the complete mercy of him. She'd do whatever he wanted. She wanted so bad to suck on him.

Then her mouth was opening and she was accepting all of his flesh. "OHHHH Maaaaaaa!" She didn't know why but she loved the taste of cock and cum in her mouth; all the way back to her father. The massiveness of her son's cock had her head spinning. She wanted as much of his flesh in her mouth as he could push in.

They were both at the edge of climax. Both mother and son were moaning and sputtering. Both of their bodies were involuntarily fucking furiously up at the other's mouth. Her legs were trembling from the spasms that shook through her and suddenly he was tensing. His cock was cumming. Spurt after spurt was shooting into her wonderful mouth and down her throat.

"Oooohhh. . .nnnnggg, I'm. . .oh, OHH, OOOOHHHH!!!" he cried.

Even after he was fully spent, she was still fucking at his mouth. He tasted the saltiness in her pussy as her whole body shook and her thighs tightly squeezed his head. She was moaning into his cock. He couldn't imagine any woman being any hotter. As her spasms overtook her, she was babbling, kissing and licking at his cock, which had temporarily shrunk.

Now as her wanton reckless abandonment continued, its effect on him was amazing. As the last of the final spasms shot through her body, the passion she exuded caused his prick to begin to rise again under the manipulation of her tongue and lips.

As her body relaxed she whispered, "Come up here, Paulie...come...my baby..."

He turned and raised himself up to his mother, his lower body in between her parted legs. He was over her but he didn't apply pressure upon her body. Their faces were again inches apart. His hands reached out and each clasped a breast.

A satisfied look was on her face and she managed a small smile, "Are you okay baby? I...I..."

Yvonne felt guilty as hell for taking advantage of the boy. She wanted to apologize. She would have liked to explain. Yet, looking up at him, she saw a strange look in his eyes. She sensed a maturity.

His legs were between hers and his fingers continued squeezing her breasts. They felt so good.

His mouth broke off her talking as he kissed down lightly on her lips. She wanted to stop now. She knew that she should. Yet she felt the rising of his cock under her and she knew that his passion needed to be satisfied totally. She also realized that she too wanted total fulfillment from this man-child. She kissed him back lightly and enjoyed the feeling of his hands, mouth and body upon her flesh.

"I love you ma..." he spoke at her open mouth. His hips were beginning to move between her legs, pushing gently down and then relaxing. Then repeating. His cock was back to its hardened full length. It was rubbing against the hairs of her pussy and she was starting to feel its effects.

Her hands went up behind his head and played in his hair. "I love you too baby...I love you too." she murmured. Her quivering lips attached to his and she shot her tongue deep into the boy's mouth. She felt him tense his body and his prick jumped against her.

Then their mouths were pressing deeper into each other as her hands tightened on his head. She was pulling his face into hers as their wet mouths worked together.

Silent moans were coming from both mother and son as his pumping increased between her legs. She too then began rotating her hips into his. As they clutched each other their naked hips were grinding hotly. Their tongues were wildly pushing in and out of the other's mouth.

"Baby...baby...baby..." Yvonne was again alive with the same frantic passion that she had felt earlier. She desperately wanted that cock in her. She wanted badly to feel the enormity of it. Her hands slid down from his head and went quickly over his back and immediately grabbed her son's hard pumping buttocks.

"Ma, oh mama...it's..." he said frantically. Her mouth quickly sucked his mouth back down to hers.

Then her bucking frame enlarged under him. Her legs opened wider. There was nothing that she wanted more than to have her son's big cock inside her. The tip was at the entrance of her pussy.

He looked down into her face. He couldn't believe the look of utter wanton passion showing. Her desperate clutching at him had him in a frenzy. His cock slowly began to penetrate past the lips of his mother's cunt. Her legs opened even wider as she moaned very loud. "OHHHHH...ooooo...Paul...P-P- ...oh honey, put...it's okay honey...put it...oh please Paul put it in me...yeah...yeah... like that...deeper...deeEEEPPPEERRR. OOOOOOOO, oh baby fuck me! Fuck me!"

By now his cock had entered all the way to the depths of her pussy. He groaned as it made its initial entrance deep into the wet hole. His cock felt like it was ten times its normal size and her cunt felt like the hottest most wonderful thing that he had ever felt. Her hands were pulling and releasing on his pounding buttocks. Her legs then wrapped themselves tightly around him and her hands rose to his back. She was clutching desperately at his back with her legs clinging tightly to him. She was bucking up and down wantonly, meeting each of his frantic thrusts with her own.

"Mammmmmaaaa ooooo mmmmmmaaaaaaa H'mmmmmm Cummmmmmmmnnnnggg"

They were both in a world beyond, as spasms rumbled through her body and load after load shot from his pulsating cock deep into her waiting puss.

"Babbbbbby...bbbaaby...oooooo...fuuuuccck I-I- OHH it's SO SOOOD! Cum in me...cum in Mommy...cum like my daddy...!!!!!" she cried as the two of them drained off the last of their passion.

Paul rolled off of his mother and lay alongside her. He was breathing heavily. It had been a breathtaking experience. She had been great. He closed his eyes and rested. In the semi darkness he heard her silently sobbing.

Yvonne tried to sort out her thinking and her feelings of guilt. For years she had been having sex with her father. It all ended with the birth of their son, Paul, who was actually named after his father AND GRANDFATHER.

When she had her baby boy her husband guessed the truth. Upon his lengthy questioning she confessed the truth. He supposedly forgave her. Indeed, they even had two more girls afterward. However, that was the beginning of the end of their marriage, even though since that time she had been totally faithful to her husband. Until tonight!

Yvonne wished that she had the night to do over again. She thought of herself as some sort of monster. She was to blame for it all; her father and her son. Her love for them both never allowed for the option that they were the aggressors. In her mind it was her.

Tears rolled slowly down her cheeks.

As Paul began to fall into a semi sleep his mind recalled the wonderful night. And then he thought, 'What was that she had said about her father?' Did she really have sex with his grandfather Paul? The thought fascinated him. He wondered how often it may have happened for a girl to be fucked by both her father and her son.

He heard her sobbing as he fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Four

At that time his sister Debbie was also tossing about in her bed. She vaguely heard the sounds of faint moans and desperate cries, and tried to pinpoint the exact sounds and location, but by the time that she had become totally awake, they had stopped. She looked over to her sister Ann, who was sound asleep in the other bed. The only thing that Debbie could relate the sounds to was that night a long time ago when she found her mother and father going at it. It was Debbie's first and only experience with sex between two people. She had been fascinated at the pleasure that her mother seemed to derive from her father on top of her.

The sounds of this night were similar, though far in the distance. However, it couldn't be the same, she reasoned, because her father was working. When after five minutes or more after the last sound she didn't hear anything further, she decided that she really hadn't heard a thing. Then she fell back to sleep.

Debbie awoke at shortly after 7 a.m. to get ready for school. She arose and went into the hall to go to the bathroom. Her brother Paul was just coming from her mother and father's room.

Paul immediately looked edgy.

"Hi Paulie, how ya feeling?" she asked.

"I-I-I'm okay...I-I just stopped in to tell mom something..." he said before heading quickly to his own bedroom.

At breakfast it was only the girls and their mother. Beth happened to wonder how their brother was. Debbie mentioned that she had seen him in the morning coming out of mom's room and that he had said that he was fine.

Yvonne then volunteered, "He had a little bit of a bad night. He had another nightmare. I... had to...er...have him stay by me for the night so he could get back to sleep."

All but Debbie continued with the normal morning's conversation. None of them noticed her sudden silence. Could those cries have been her brother's? And the moans...were they just the sounds of him whimpering in his sleep? But why did Paul look so funny and why did he say that he just stopped in to see their mother? A nagging voice of reason was talking to her. And the more she recalled the sounds of the night; she started to question what it was she had heard. She then remembered what she associated the sounds with last night. The only other time that she had heard something similar was that night between her mother and father. But she now knew that was sex. And her father wasn't home last night.

During the rest of the day at school Debbie's memory returned to the night sounds. The more she thought of everything... No, that would be... she finally told herself. Awful! Besides, real people don't do that, no matter what her girlfriend Mary Ellen had told her in the past. Her sharp mind was still working. And even incest wasn't done between a mother and son, she thought. Father and daughter, maybe; or brother and sister, maybe; but not mother and son.

Yet, with what little the 13-year-old girl knew about sex, Debbie did make some valid observations. During her brother's hospitalization there were a couple of times that she noticed that he was aroused. She also followed his eyes during those incidents.

One time she became acutely aware that while sitting in the big chair in the hospital room, her mom's skirt had pulled up above the knees. Paul's eyes seemed to be looking intensely at their mother's legs and even seemed to be searching her breasts. Debbie couldn't help but notice the lump in his hospital pull-over pajamas.

Debbie hated herself for even thinking these thoughts. She tried to push them out of her mind. She would have to go to church to clean her mind. It was dirty. She hated Mary Ellen for ever telling her those things that are supposedly done in other people's houses. They couldn't be true.

During the next few days there was a strange tension around the house. Not everyone noticed but it was definitely in the air. Yvonne and Peter were as distant as they had been for the past year, but that wasn't all.

Yvonne had spoken at length with Paul, telling him how awful it was for her to have seduced him. She said that she was an awful person and told him that it mustn't happen anymore. Knowing that he was considered to be an 11-year-old child, Paul refrained from trying to convince her that it was all right and that they should continue with the elicit relationship. Hopefully, she would weaken again...he'd try to make sure of that.

There was a nervous tension between the two. Both had some apprehension that the other one might say something to a third party. Each of them knew if that happened, all hell would break loose.

Debbie sensed the additional tension between those two. She had felt the uneasiness between her mother and father and now this nervousness that she could read on her mom and brother had her even more confused. As more and more secret glances passed between Paul and her mom, Debbie became more and more suspicious.

She kept thinking back to that night and she was convinced that was the cause of the discomfit between the two. She thought more and more of the sounds that she had heard and her mind also kept returning to what she had observed in the hospital. Try as she may she couldn't eradicate the thought that kept returning to her...Incest!

In addition, she began having trouble sleeping properly at night. She began thinking of that night so long ago of her mom and pop. Now her mind began playing tricks and she pictured her brother, Paul, being on her mother instead of her father. As she visualized this, she felt strong feelings in her female area; strange stirrings. Then she found her hand traveling over her body and slipping inside of her panties. As she pictured her brother and mother, she also began to rub herself where she was stirring. The picture in her mind intensified and she furiously worked herself to completion. These were the first times in her life that she masturbated.

She also found herself thinking of Paul more and more. She remembered seeing his 'thing' about six months ago and was fascinated and scared of its enormity. He was still staying at home all day. His parents had bought him a robe, which he wore over his shorts. However, at nights when he laid on the floor listening to the radio, Debbie couldn't help but notice that the robe was quite open at the bottom. She also found that she was extremely curious and couldn't stop herself from sneaking peeks to try to look under the robe.

Only once was she successful.

That night she was shocked to find that Paul didn't have any shorts on. At one point she got a complete look at his full cock. She became totally flustered and went upstairs to bed, after making excuses that she was tired. Once undressed and in bed, her fingers immediately attacked her young pussy. Her mind was going wild over what she had seen.

This was the first time that she began fantasizing that Paul's prick was entering into her. The thought drove her wild and her fingers drove her pussy wild. The spasms that shook her that night convinced her that she needed to go a step further with sex.

The young girl was terribly ashamed for what she was thinking. She also knew that she really did have these terrible urges rumbling within her 13-year-old body. And she was a realist to admit to herself that it was Paulie's cock that held that terrible, forbidden fascination. She had never seen another cock except for her dad's on that night month's ago. Paul's was a massive piece of manhood. She honestly desired to hold it in her hands and to feel its flesh.

When she awoke, her thoughts had calmed. She swore that she would never look at her brother again. She was determined to fight those awful thoughts that had run through her mind the night before.

Unfortunately, for the girl, the time of sexual awareness was upon her. Even at school she found herself slip a few times into the realm of dreamland. In her English class she found her eyes looking at Mr. Bender's crotch. He was the best looking teacher in the school and she now began thinking of him as a man rather than a teacher.

Johnny Acetetto was the 'school hunk' in her 8th grade class. When he got up in class to answer Mr. Potter's questions Debbie again found her eyes searching the crotch of a male body. She knew what was in those pants. The thought ran through her mind. The cock that she envisioned belonged to her brother Paul. At one point while thinking to herself, she found her hips moving on the chair. Before she realized what had happened she found her panties dotted with moisture that had oozed from her agitated pussy. She began shaking and filling up with fear. What was happening to her?

After school she couldn't get home fast enough to please herself. She went immediately to her bedroom and as soon as Ann left the room, Debbie began crying softly into the pillow. She was depressed with herself.

As the week went by Paul began to feel both relaxed and uptight; relaxed because he was becoming convinced that Yvonne was not going to say anything to her husband about their romp, and uptight because of the feelings within his body. As a fifty-year-old with a midget cock he rarely had any sexual urgings and when they did come they were mild...compared to now. He didn't know if it was because he was in this young body or because a cock so big needed to be attended to more than others but, no matter...he was now thinking of sex more than at any time in his life.

And by her actions Yvonne was clearly sending him a message that a similar episode was not going to reoccur.

He had enough sense not to fight but he couldn't help but to steal looks at his mom when she wasn't looking. Now that he had her, Paul wanted her even more. Every curve on her body enticed him. Her beauty captured his brain. Any exposed flesh that he caught in his eyes caused some movement in his crotch area. He wanted her again badly. He was never like this before but the sex that he had was so great that he HAD to have sex again. He felt like he would burst if he didn't.

On the night that Debbie saw him he indeed was not wearing any shorts. That happened to be the result of his coming in his pants that night upon being able to sneak a peak up his mother's skirt. The sight of the flesh of her thighs made him harden and shoot a load involuntarily in his pants. He had to take them off downstairs in a hurry and hide them in his pocket. The bathroom had been occupied.

He hadn't realized that his robe had opened at the bottom until he looked up and saw his sister. Her eyes were wide open and were staring at his crotch. It was then that he realized that she could see him. She was so involved that she didn't even notice that he saw what she was looking at. After a sneak look around the room, making sure that nobody was able to see, Paul opened his legs wider. Knowing his sister was gaping at his pecker, he began to harden. As his cock started rising, Debbie got up quickly and rushed to her room.

The feelings for his mom coupled with the knowledge that his older sister had looked so hard at his cock made him rise fully. As soon as Debbie went upstairs Paul quickly followed and went to his own room. His cock was inflamed. He began stroking it up and down. He thought of his mom's hot flesh. Just as he was cumming he closed his eyes and pictured his sister's face with her wide open eyes. He imagined that she was looking at his cock now as he was stroking. As the cum was shooting out he pictured her mouth slightly parted while she licked her lips.

He stopped wearing underwear that night. He figured that whenever he could he would partially bare himself to Debbie. He wanted to see what kind of a reaction that he got. Her body was not fully developed yet but he would just love giving her a boff, he thought. 'God, I'm horny,' he thought. 'And I really must be fantasizing now to think that Debbie would open up to me. One incest in a family is extraordinary; the odds of two happening in the same house were probably a 1000-1. Nonetheless it doesn't hurt to try!'

Since that night however, Debbie seemed to be avoiding him like the plague. He kind of thought that he had scared her. He thought that she might tell someone and he had already been prepared on how to answer if she did. The truth was that she was afraid, but only of her inner feelings.

Chapter Five

It was on Washington's Birthday that she again encountered his manhood. Home from school she was finally spending some time away from her bedroom, where she had been secluding herself each night since the incident.

Paul was sitting in the easy-chair and Debbie was sitting on the couch with Beth. This was probably the longest period of time that he was alone with the girls since his arrival from the hospital. From the side of his eyes he sneakily studied his oldest sister. And, when he was sure that she wasn't looking at him he studied her more directly.

She had the beauty that all of the girls did but she also had a maturity that didn't yet seem to be developed in the others. She had long blonde hair that flowed so softly over her shoulders. Her body was probably three-quarters of the way to full development. Her breasts, which pushed out into a white pullover sweater, really attracted him. From what he knew of 13-year-old girls, Debbie's were much further along in development than most. He would love to fondle them.

Her hips flowed out in sensuous curves and when he thought of her nakedness, his manhood got excited. During the night his cock filled out a few times from his excitement of looking at his sister.

After a while his sister Beth, the 10 year old, got up and left the room, leaving Paul and Debbie as the only two there. The thought of being alone in the room with her made him horny.

She wasn't looking at him as he silently separated the opening of the bottom of his robe. As he was doing this, the thought of what he was doing seemed so exciting to him that his cock began to rise quickly, knowing that she might look at him.

When she indeed did look up she gasped. His eyes were intensely looking at hers. Hers were gaping as if they were drawn by a magnet to his standing erection, which was fully exposed under the robe. Then her eyes looked up at him. She saw him watching her. She wanted to run upstairs but her eyes darted back for another look at his manhood, which she saw was jumping inside the robe. It was so big. Again, her eyes went to his and then they started rapidly moving from side to side, as if she was a caged animal. She realized that Paul knew that she had seen him but he didn't seem to care. As a matter of fact, a small smile was at the corners of his mouth.

She couldn't make herself run away. Her mouth was dry and she kept licking her lips. Her eyes now looked at his for a long while before slowly returning for a look at his exciting hidden flesh. As she held her eyes on his throbbing pecker, pre-cum was dripping out of the tip. His eyes watched her. She didn't seem to care anymore that he was watching her while she looked at him.

Suddenly Ann came running into the room, before Paul could react fast enough to close his robe. It didn't seem that the 9-year-old girl had seen him. As he tightened the robe more securely, Debbie quickly rose and went to her room.

Once upstairs, she immediately threw herself onto her bed. She buried her face into her pillow and burst out crying. Tears poured from her eyes and her body shook. For a long time after she was able to stop crying, her body was still racked with the sobs that came from deep within. She hated herself. Shortly after, she realized that the crotch of her panties were wet. She knew why. Those sensations that she had felt when looking at Paul were unbelievable. 'What's happening to me?' she asked herself. She wondered if she should go talk to her mom for advice.

And then she again had those thoughts about her mother and Paul and told herself that even though she didn't really think anything had occurred between them, it probably wasn't smart talking to her mother about her feelings.

Downstairs Paul was in deep thought. His mother had shut him off from sex completely. She obviously had conquered her guilty feelings and was determined never to let anything happen between them again. Yet his randyness was driving him on. His youthful sexual feelings had been activated by the sex between him and Yvonne. It created a tremendous horniness within the youth's body.

Because of this horniness and his mother's attitude, Paul began to divert his attention. At this point he was looking at all of the girls in the house. Only Ann, the 9 year old was safe from his fantasizing. And that was only because she still hadn't developed any womanly features. Her hips were still straight and there still weren't any breasts; only a couple of slightly enlarged nipples. All of the others played in his fantasies at one time or another, even Beth, the 10 year old.

Tonight was different. He was now obsessed with thinking about his sister Debbie. He had taken the bold initiative of exposing himself to her and to his complete satisfaction she had reacted in a way that he wouldn't have guessed in his wildest dreams. He knew from looking at her watching him that she couldn't turn away from looking at his cock under his robe. He felt that he knew why she rushed out of the room. She had a strong desire to see more of him and, he was sure, was also fighting urges to grab him. Her fear and sexual arousal were evident in her eyes.

Paul was determined to try and do something with her. His mind was developing a scheme. The thoughts excited him. Would he dare?

In the past his mother had made mention to the family in general that there could be an earthquake in the house and nobody would wake up. This statement was the seed of the plot that Paul was hatching. He was hoping Yvonne was right.

Paul just wanted to touch and feel his sister Debbie. He knew that she wouldn't 'go all the way' with him but, he felt that she had some strong desires bubbling up inside of her. He would love to teach her how to masturbate, if she didn't already know how. He fantasized that if he handled things right that he might be able to do that to her and jerk himself off at the same time. At least that would ease some of these sexual feelings that he had.

As he envisioned it, what was going to happen would depend completely on Debbie's ability to 'sleep through an earthquake.' Then, as he lay on the floor, Paul fell into a sound sleep. When it was time for them all to go to bed his mother didn't want to disturb the boy. She instructed them all to leave him alone and for them go to bed.

"Do you want me to get his 'cover' for him?" Ann asked.

"Yeah, sweetie," Yvonne answered. And she too headed up to her bed.

Ann ran upstairs and got a sheet from Paul's bed and on the way back down she passed her mother and sisters, who were going up. When she had returned to the living room, she was alone. He was sound asleep on the floor lying on his side. As she prepared to put the cover on him, the 9-year-old girl looked quickly around the room. She wanted to make sure that no one else was there. She also wanted to see if what she had seen earlier was real. She knew that there was a difference between boys and girls but until tonight she couldn't imagine what the differences looked like. Earlier, when she had rushed in the room she caught Debbie staring with wide eyes at her brother. In a quick time span Ann's eyes followed Debbie's direction and for a split second the little girl saw, for the first time, what a boy looked like.

Her curiosity was greatly aroused and now she was wondering if she could really get a look. She bent down by her brother and then after listening to hear if anyone was coming and, convinced that no one was, she gently grabbed his robe and pulled it back somewhat over his leg. Then, her eyes widened as she saw her brother for the first time. She knew that boys had 'things' that went into girls. Looking at him she knew that she would never allow that to happen to her. If a boy's thing ever tried to get into her it would have to hurt her badly, she reasoned. She was fascinated thinking that some girls would actually allow boys to do that. NOT HER!

She thought that she heard a noise. She quickly covered her sleeping brother and hurried off to bed.

Chapter Six

Later he awoke; a twinge of curiosity running through his head. Once his eyes became accustomed to the dark and he realized where he was, he closed them again, intending to return to sleep. Instead, his brain became alert and he woke completely. Although he didn't know what time it was, the complete silence in the house told him that everyone was asleep.

Now he recalled his earlier scheming and the thoughts brought a warmth to his crotch. After lying there for about five minutes longer, his mind began to stir. He was determined to set his plan into motion. Lying here instead of his bedroom was even better than he planned. Now he could go upstairs and into Deb and Ann's room. If anything went wrong he could claim that he had done so by accident as he was still half-asleep.

Finally, he stood up and walked over to the grandfather's clock. It was twenty-five minutes to three in the morning.

He then slowly and very quietly climbed up the stairs. His robe was open and he was completely naked underneath. There was no one to notice so he didn't bother to tie it shut.

When he reached the top, he hesitated to get his bearings. As he approached, he saw that their bedroom door was closed. He stood immediately outside for a very long moment...'Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.' The silence was total. Convinced of that, he reached slowly and gingerly touched the door's handle. Then, grasping it firmly, he slowly turned it all the way. His chest was beginning to pound from the excitement. Then he was pushing the door open.

Soundlessly, Paul stepped into the room and looked at the twin beds. They were about ten feet away. He assured himself that Debbie was in her own bed and then he looked at her position. She was lying on her stomach with a blanket covering her body. He slowly and quietly closed the door behind him. He was now in the room with them and he paused; realizing that this was probably his last chance to 'chicken out'. Momentarily, he took one step and then waited silently...then another. In the moonlight that shone from the windows, he was able to now make out Debbie's shape on the bed.

Another gentle step found his heart beating even harder. He didn't take two steps in a row; he always assured himself that the step before didn't rouse anyone, before taking the next. Finally, he was alongside of the bed where his sister lay on her stomach, sound asleep. First, he put his hand down on the bed where he wanted to sit. No reaction from the sleeping beauty. Summoning up the courage, he pulled his hand away and then lowered his butt down onto the bed, alongside her. The initial contact between his buttocks and the bed was ever so gentle. When she didn't move, he continued increasing his weight until such time that all of his weight was now on the bed. [The girls could 'sleep through an earthquake!']

After waiting about two minutes Paul decided that there was no turning back now. His hand was trembling as it reached and grasped the edge of the blanket that was covering the 13-year-old girl. Then, with his heart beating wildly, his one hand raised the blanket for his free hand, which then slowly pushed beneath. His cock had by now risen to its full size.

Then his fingertips suddenly touched an obstacle. He felt a warmth under their touch and he knew that he had just made contact with his sister's hips, which were encased in panties. Pre-cum seeped out of his cock.

After waiting a respectable amount of time, he now became bolder. He first laid the palm of his hand on the soft hip of the young teen and then, when she didn't stir, he bravely let his fingers run over his sister's beautiful ass, which was wrapped tightly in the cotton panties. Paul was wild by now. He felt the heat from her soft rounded buttocks and he was inflamed. Her ass felt wonderful to his touch.

Debbie didn't stir. 'Could she possibly be awake and faking sleep?' he wondered. His hand began to caress the round bottom. Then his finger was lightly rubbing her panties at the crack of her ass. The hand that had held the blanket up now lifted it and tossed it very gently; partially over her. The panties that he was feeling were now exposed to his view. His hard-on was throbbing! He wished that she didn't have any panties on so that his finger could actually be in the crack of her ass.

Slowly he lowered his hand, heading toward the top of her legs. At this there was finally some movement from the girl. She made a sound in her throat and she slightly shifted her hips. She had also parted her legs by about a half of an inch. 'She IS awake,' he told himself, 'and she wants me to do this. She wants to feel me touching her.' His fingers were now at the bottom of her panties just at the tops of the flesh of her legs. His index finger reached down into, and began rubbing at, the area on the outside of the little girl's pussy from behind. More pre-cum oozed out of his cock. He was wild with anticipation. The back of his hand felt the flesh of her legs but only his finger had been able to get to the crotch area between his sister's thighs.

Her hips seemed to be moving slightly as he rubbed. He imagined that she was awake and that she was as hot as he was.

Suddenly, she stiffened. The half-inch gap between her thighs closed tightly, capturing his finger. The girl had awakened and immediately her defenses became automatic. Feeling an unknown touch upon her bottom, she reacted with a frenzied fear. She frantically turned to face her attacker. As she turned rapidly to her side to face him, Paul's fingers were pulled from her pussy area. However, his hand stayed on his sister's panties as she turned; and by the time she was on her side facing him, his hand had adeptly pushed toward her cunt. Before she could prevent it, his hand was able to grab and hold at her pussy. She anxiously squeezed her legs close. Unfortunately, for her, this maneuver also locked her brother's hand into place.

"NOOOOOOOO!" she whispered with a passion, when the full realization hit her as to what was happening and by whom. "NO PAULLEEEE! DON'T," she hissed, firmly. She was screaming in a whisper, so as not to awaken anyone. "STOP...Now!"

Her hand reached down as she desperately tried to fend her brother off. She clutched his hand and wrist in her grasp.

Paul was convinced that this was an act; that she hadn't been sleeping. Her eyes were fiery. Then he suddenly became aware that by facing him she had turned her naked breasts to him. Liquid squirted from his prick at the sight of his sister's beautiful tits.

"It's okay Deb...It's...me."

They were both frozen in place at this point.

"Noooo! Paulie, don't," she whispered. She was ready to fight him. "Don't!...I Can't!"

As tight as her thighs were on his hand, he was still able to get movement from the finger that was at the bottom of her panties, at her pussy. He began to force a rubbing finger over her crotch. She bucked violently upward once, trying to dislodge him, but his hand couldn't be stopped. His finger continued rubbing in the tightness.

"It's okay, Deb...I-I ...please Deb...please..."

His finger was causing a strange feeling.

"NO! Paulie...I-I can't..."

As she fought to come to grips with her thoughts she suddenly realized that his robe was completely opened and his cock was completely open to her view. The excitement that she had been feeling began to reappear.

"Paulie no!"

Her hand tried to pull his hand from her but she was unsuccessful. His finger continued its rubbing.

Her eyes looked into his and there was a strange excited look in them.

She was now begging her brother, "Paul...please Paul...NO!...Don't...you'll be sorry baby...Please...stop...I - I - we can't ..."

Then he thought that he felt her grip on his hand ease. And he also thought he felt a relaxation between her legs. Even though she still held his hand tightly between her thighs, his finger managed to move and somehow squeeze under the edge of her panties.

As she sucked in her breath and hissed at him Debbie was coming to the edge of giving in, because his finger had somehow found and began rubbing at her clitoris.

"N-NOOO!...Oh Paulie no, don't...I..."

The finger was freer now as she opened her legs somewhat to receive it. Her eyes were darting from his to his cock. She had almost totally lost the battle. Her hips even began to roll under his touch.

"Pauleeeee...oooo Paulie please DON"T! I can't...I can't...STOP YOU. I can't stop you...I-I Oh Paulie!" Her tone had completely changed. She was now a willing participant; as eager and as hot as he was.

His free hand moved to her chest and grabbed and held one of her round tits. She moaned now. She let go of his hand between her legs and spread her legs a little further to allow his fingers complete access. Her eyes looked at the huge mass that had held her fascination and her hand, which had been holding his, now turned and moved forward. Suddenly the young girl grasped his pecker in her hot hand. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft as a moan rose from his throat.

"Paulie...Paulie...I'm afraid...I-I...I don't know what...how...I don't know what to d-do."

She had heard that boys liked their cocks 'jerked off' and instinctively her hand knew what to do. She loved the feel of the fleshy bone. Her hand began working it up and down and she could judge from her brother's moans just how she was doing.

His finger pulled from her momentarily. Then his hand was pushing and pulling her panties off of her hips and down her legs. She wiggled about eagerly, trying to assist him. She was as hot as he was now. Her legs kicked them down and off of her legs.

Debbie was feeling unfulfilled. As hot as she was there was still some sort of emptiness. His mouth was over hers and now she was desperate to get all of the satisfaction possible and to bring the tremendous sensations within her body to an ultimate end. Her mouth sought his and their tongues immediately began working in each other's mouth.

She had no idea that this would have all felt so good. "God, I love you...I love you Paulie...ooooo this is all so gooooooouuud!" She was twisting wildly now as their hands and mouths worked on each other with an abandoned passion.

With their mouths still together, his hand left his sister's pussy and he gently pushed her backward. At the same time he began to roll over onto her. "Oh baby...It's gonna...Deb...do you...it's gonna hurt bad sweetie...I..."

Her hand still held his cock as he mounted her. Her legs had parted so that he could place himself within. There was no way she was going to quit now. She knew how much...or thought she did...it was going to hurt. But right now, she came this far...she wasn't going to be stopped. She wanted to be humped...BADLY.

"I-I...yeah, Pau...I know how much it's going to hurt."

She had expertly directed the head of his cock to the entrance of her young pussy. She felt its thickness and, realizing where it was going to go, a tremendous sense of fear rose within her.

"I...Paulie...could you try to do it easy?"

"Mmmmmmm." He couldn't be stopped now. His cock had just touched past the lips of her pussy. "It's gonna hurrrtt hon...hurrt baddddd. I won't be able to stop...or easy...go easy"

The woman in her took over now as somehow Debbie's body prepared itself. Her legs widened as far as they could and then wrapped around her brother's. Both of her hands reached up to the back of his head. Her hot eyes burned into his. "It's oKAAAY Paul, it's okay...go ahead...come on...hurt me..."

Her lips pulled his down to meet hers and looking into his face she hissed into his mouth, "DO IT TO ME PAULIE...SCREW ME!" and her mouth brought his down, crushing onto hers.

His eager cock knifed past the lips and was quickly into the moist hole. He felt the obstacle of her hymen but he didn't know how to go about being gentle. Nor did he care at this point. He just wanted what his sister said that she wanted. He wanted to fuck her. He pushed down ruthlessly.

The burning pain seared though her cunt and she cried out in his mouth. If their mouths hadn't been joined, her cry probably would have awakened everyone in the house.

Paul's cock was too wide to penetrate totally. He pulled back and pulled his head away from her mouth. The look of fright in her eyes was a sight to behold. Tears were rolling down her cheek.

"Hold on baaaaby," he warned. "Here comes more, Deb it's ...gonna hurt more...hold on."

As he shoved his cock further into the depths of her virgin cunt her mouth went to his shoulder and bit with every bit of power that she possessed. Her hands had gone around to the back of her brother. Her fingernails dug deeply into the skin as he pushed his flesh in deeper, "AAAAHHHHGGGGG OOOHHH!" She kept her mouth in his shoulder to muffle the cries.

Then he was thrusting in and out of the girl's hot pussy and with each movement, she felt more burning. As his pounding increased she also felt the first semblance of pleasure amidst all of the pain. She was trying to shut out the hurt and concentrate on the pleasure but it wasn't working too well. Soon, however, a spasm began to erupt within her body.

Ignoring the pain she began pumping back at the cock that had inflicted all of this feeling. "Do me Paulie, do meeee...Oooohhhh Paulllleeeeee!" She was humping as hard as him now as the tears kept running down her cheeks. "I...I'mmm something'ssss ooo Paullleeee!!!"

"Ohhhh Debbie I'm cummmmnnn. Come on, baby...fuck...cum!"

Even with the pain she felt joyous explosions begin with her pussy, as she felt those wonderful spasms begin to bubble over inside her. She wrapped her legs tighter around his and tried to push her hips closer to his. She was fucking as hard as he was.

"Mnnnnnooooooooooo"

He began shooting blasts of cum deep into the depths of her pussy. They were clutching wildly at each other as he continued flooding the hole.

As he was blasting out the final spurts his head turned to the side frantically. It was then that he got a glimpse of the wide eyed fear in the eyes of his 9-year-old sister Ann. She was watching with fascination and horror.

When he finally rolled off of Debbie, she was silently crying. She was obviously still in pain.

"How bad does it hurt?" he asked.

"It'll be all...all right," she sobbed bravely. "It just...Oh Paul...it did hurt."

"I'm...I'm sorry," he said.

"No...Oh no...no Paul...It's-it's okay...It was good too. You're just...It's so big!" she said.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "But one good thing...You only have to go through that once in your life...It won't hurt anymore...How...how is it now? Is it as bad?"

As he spoke his hand went down to the mound between her legs but didn't try to penetrate. He just held the fine hairs of her pussy in his hands.

"Ummm," she said. "It's still burns...but not as bad."

Again he said, "I'm sorry." This time his finger ever so gently reached into the lips of her pussy. She showed a quick twinge of pain and then seemed to relax. The juices in her pussy saturated his finger and he slowly began to move it within the pussy-lips. This time he didn't detect any sign of withdrawal and she obviously didn't mind his finger at this point.

"Sore?" he asked.

"Mmmmmm yeah...still sore..." she twisted a little uncomfortably, but managed a half-smile.

His tongue and lips were working on her ear and she felt her body tingling. His finger was hurting but the hurt wasn't the same as before. This was only a distant burning sensation.

"Want me to kiss it and make it better...?" he asked as his tongue rimmed inside her ear.

At first she tensed. The thought was strange. Would he...what would...what could he do? "I, I don't kno..."

His finger was now moving easily at her clit and crack. "It's okay...trust me," he said into her ear. "I'll make your cunny better...you'll like this..."

Before she realized what was happening her brother had moved over her and they were facing in opposite directions. His mouth was kissing at the hairs of her bloodied pussy. His finger was playing within the crack, which was starting to ooze out some of the liquid that Paul had poured in. His mouth and tongue started going lower as his head delved deeper within her thighs.

"I'll make it all better baby...Paulie's gonna eat you...you wanna be eaten baby...don't you?"

His tongue flicked out and into the crack. "Nnnnngggg...oooooo...yes," she whispered hotly.

Her hips were now beginning to rotate under his touch. The smell of raw pussy in his nostrils was inflaming him.

"Paulie wants to make you feel better. Paulie wants to eat you. Paulie...wants...everything in...your...cunt!"

She was moving against his mouth. "OOOOH Pauleeee. Go...E-E-E-eat me...make it all go away..." Then she felt a spasm within and reached down and held his head. She hissed loudly at him, "MAKE THE CUM GO AWAY!!!!"

Paul was now intoxicated with the smell and taste of this child-woman. The lips of his mouth pursed and entered inside the crack. He sucked and smelled as much of this delicious pussy as he could. The delicious mixture of juices from her pleasures and her hurt and his cum were being lapped and swallowed eagerly by his frantic mouth and tongue. She was now bucking up wildly, fucking at his mouth. Her legs spread wider and his hands pushed under the cheeks of her ass and clasped the globules tightly. He helped her in the fucking of his mouth by pulling and releasing her ass toward and away from him.

Her hands were down clutching at his head urging him into her. Her legs were trembling from sexual weakness. She was now beyond her sensibilities. Spasm after spasm was shooting through her as his mouth and tongue were bringing her to a final climax...

"PAULLLLLEEEEE OooooooooooH Paulllleeeee."

He continued lapping at the wonderful cunt as the final tremors shook her body. She finally loosened her grip and laid back, totally relaxed.

"That...that was great," she finally said.

He moved up and lay alongside her again.

She hesitated, but she had to ask. "Paul...I have to ask you a question...okay?"

He nodded. "Sure Deb."

"Er emm...er last week...Did you...you and mom..." She was having a difficult time. "Did you screw, er, fu...fuck mom last week?"

"Why do you ask?" he whispered.

"I know you stayed the night in her bed...and I'm sure...that I heard you two...like you and I tonight...Only you and ma were louder...Unless I dreamt it...?"

"Look Deb...one thing a guy should never do...is tell who he fucked."

"She liked it didn't she?...I heard her moaning and begging you to make her cum. Right?"

"Don't Deb...Look sweetie, no one will ever know about you and I...understand? It's private."

She looked at him for a long time before nodding. It was pretty obvious from his non-denial that he had done their mother. Wow, she thought.

'Holy Cow!' thought Ann as she lay in silence in the adjoining bed. First she awakens and finds her brother putting that huge manhood into their oldest sister. Then her sister actually begins to enjoy her brother. And he did that other thing to her with his mouth. (When he did that she felt very funny and when she touched herself she found that she had wet her panties).

Now as she listened, she grasped what her brother and sister were talking about. Unless she was totally mistaken, it meant that her brother had done the same thing to their mother that he just did to Debbie. And, if what Debbie was hinting at was true, her mother had a glorious time while doing it.

Neither Debbie nor Paul was looking at her. In the semi-darkness she looked over at his manhood. It had shrunk from the enormous size of a little while ago, but it still looked huge to Ann. Her sister's hand had the thing in it and her fingers were moving up and down upon its length. Ann wondered to herself what it was about that thing that made her sister and mother do the things that they did.

As Paul was leaving the room he looked at Ann's bed. He was shocked to see that her eyes were wide open and watching his movements. He stopped and looked at her for about a half a minute. She looked frightened.

"It's okay Annie. Nothing's wrong. Deb's okay...go back to sleep...and Annie...?" She was looking up at him intently as he hesitated and then continued, "This is our secret, okay...?

Upon hearing Paul talking to their little sister, Debbie immediately sat straight up. In a matter of seconds, she was sitting up at the edge of her bed in a panic.

"Okay!" Annie replied to Paul who then quickly disappeared out the door and went to his own room. He too was in a small panic but he didn't want to make a big deal of Ann's knowledge. He now recalled that he had caught the little girl watching Deb and him earlier, but he had been so wrapped up in the moment he was not really mentally aware of the potential danger.

After his sexual appetite had been sated, he then was able to realize the problem.