JUNE - THE INCEST YEARS
by John P
Copyright© 2011
Chapter 1
There's that noise again. My 12-year-old brain can't work out
what it is. Maybe it's the heating system. I hope that Dad will
get somebody in to fix it. Funny though, I only hear it at night.
When I look at my bedside clock, it says 12.23, so I snuggle down
again in my warm bed and try to pick up the thread of the dream
I've just woken from.
Next morning, my sister's got my breakfast ready as usual. June's
13 and awfully pretty with her blonde hair and blue eyes. She's
about 5'6", same as me, and is slim with hips to match. I watch
her from my place at the table as she moves around getting
breakfast ready for herself and Dad. I've started noticing things
about her lately. Her bottom is curvy, and when she turns round,
my eyes automatically go to her chest. The tight school blouse
shows the shape of her tits and I ogle them, wondering what those
little tits would feel like. I scold myself about the baseness of
my nature but I hope I get somebody like her when I grow up.
She's been the rock of the family since Mum left. I got terribly
upset about Mum leaving but Dad went to pieces, sobbing
uncontrollably from time to time and drinking regularly like he
never had before. Odd though, my sister showed hardly any emotion
at all, I seem to remember. She's been gone more than five years
now and Dad's got it together but the first 2 years were a
nightmare. Although she was only 8, she took over Mum's duties,
looking after both me and Dad. I learnt quickly to obey her as if
she were Mum and she did her best to sort Dad out the best way
she could.
"John, have you finished yet?" she says and I look up to see
those beautiful eyes. When she says, "Well?" I reply, "Yes,
sorry, I was miles away." She smiles, bends to kiss my forehead
and takes away my plate. She's awfully nice.
Dad comes in, buttoning his cuffs as he sits down. June's put the
food on the table and they begin to eat while I go upstairs to
finish getting ready for school. When washing of body and
brushing of teeth are completed, and I've found the 2 lost books
that I need, I pack them into my schoolbag and go back
downstairs. Dad's just finishing up his coffee and June's loading
the dishwasher and I check out her bum again, shapely in her grey
school skirt. When she turns round, my eyes fix on her little
tits again. She catches me this time and I look away, embarrassed
that I've been caught doing it. The trouble is that my dick's
stirring and I hope she doesn't see the effect she has on me.
Then I remember last night. "Dad, I heard noise last night," and
Dad and June look at each other instantly, and I'm sure it's a
look of alarm that passes between them. I'm puzzled as to why my
remark has this effect but I continue, "It's a noise I keep
hearing. I think it might be the heating." The pair of them
visibly relax and I'm left wondering why the heating problem has
alarmed them so much.
"Okay, John, I'll get somebody to check it over," says Dad,
leaving the table and heading along the hallway to get his coat
before setting off for work. June goes with him to the door to
see him off and he kisses her on the lips, but it's not a peck on
the lips which he gives me, this seems to last a few seconds.
Maybe it's a grown-up thing, I think, and shrug it off.
When he's gone, June comes back into the kitchen and asks, "Are
you all set now?" and I reply that I am but I pause for a second
to admire her pink lips. They're wet and I wonder what they would
taste like if my tongue went between them. "Well let's go then,"
she says, smiling sweetly, and I pick up my bag and we leave
together to catch the bus for school.
On the bus, her friends join us and I'm surrounded by 4 very
vocal 13-year-olds. I don't listen to what's being said, nobody's
talking to me anyway, but I do watch my sister carefully. Her
eyes sparkle as she chats with the others and I watch her mouth
move each time she speaks. The others are talking animatedly and
I'm able to scan their faces, look at their soft lips and see
their breasts move around in their school blouses. I can do this
safely because nobody looks at or talks to me; I'm just ignored.
June is still the prettiest of the 4.
When the bus arrives at our school, we all pile off and make our
way to the entrance. Once there, we go off in different
directions and June kisses me on the lips before we part. This is
usual, but today I notice for the first time how soft her lips
are and I put my arm around her to hug her and prolong it. Then I
blush before rushing off to my class, wondering what the hell I
did that for.
At lunch-time, we sit together as usual and her friends come
around again, chattering away to each other about nothing
important. I see their breasts press on the table when they lean
over to whisper a confidence and my dick stiffens once more. I
look at my sister and she's smiling at me. God, does she know my
dick's stiff? She takes my hand under the table and I let her
hold it, feeling the warmth. June's very caring, so willing to
please, even when I've been a brat. She is the pacifier of the
family; she pours oil on the troubled waters of everyday life. I
wish I could control my dick; it's becoming very embarrassing.
It's evening and she's ordered pizza to be delivered at the time
that Dad comes home from work. As long as I can remember, Dad's
given her money for the house-keeping every week and she's
managed it, just like Mum would have. Dad comes home and the
pizza arrives 5 minutes later, so we settle down at the table,
consuming the unusually tasty meal.
I help June to clear things away after Dad goes into the lounge
to switch on the TV. What I haven't failed to notice is the bra I
can see through June's tight T-shirt. It's white and flimsy, and
holds her breasts, which are the size of Satsumas, in its cups.
She looks good as she moves around the kitchen and while I'm
admiring her figure, she catches me looking again. She gives me a
knowing smile and I blush, keeping my hands on my lap so that she
doesn't see the tent in my pants.
My tent eventually diminishes and I go upstairs to my bedroom to
do the homework I have been assigned. June's still downstairs
with Dad and I take the opportunity to search with my computer to
see if I can find pictures of 13-year-old girls. I've been doing
something terrible and I've got to find a way to stop it. To be
honest, I don't really WANT to find pictures of other girls
because I'm happy to masturbate to images of my sister. But
that's creepy, isn't it? I wouldn't want her ever to find out how
perverted I am. After 20 minutes of searching, I haven't found
any that I want and I switch off my computer.
When I enter the lounge, I can see over the back of the settee
that June and Dad are sat together and his arm is around her
shoulder. They spring apart when I say, "What's on?"
"Oh err... not much," says Dad, and when I move to sit in the
chair near them, Dad pulls a soft cushion onto his lap. They both
watch the TV screen, watching a programme that seems not in the
least worthy of anyone's time. What's going on? Why the odd
behaviour?
At 10.30 I'm ready for bed and I go upstairs alone to get a
shower and brush my teeth. Once I'm finished, I go to my room and
take up the book I'm currently reading in bed. 10 minutes after
that, June and Dad come up together and I hear them talking in
low voices but I can't quite hear what they're saying. Somebody
goes into the bathroom and I hear the water running as whoever it
is prepares for bed. Within 5 minutes, my eyes are drooping and
I'm on my way to sleep. I thought I heard my door open but I must
have dreamt it because I don't move and I slip into sleep.
There's that noise again. I look at the clock and it's 12.17. I'm
about to pull my pillow over my head when I think I hear
something else. Burglars! This irrational thought has brought me
completely awake and my nerves are jangling. I look around,
searching for anything that might serve as a weapon, but I find
nothing. I talk myself into being brave and open my door
soundlessly, peering out like Agent 007. The hall light has it's
dimmer setting switched to low and I creep along, intending to
wake Dad and alert him to the danger.
June's door is open and I just look in passing and then I stop
dead. Backing up a step, I peep in and she's not alone. In fact
she's not clothed either. Then I recognise the noise again and
it's coming from here, from June's room. She's mewing like a
kitten as somebody kneels before her wide-open legs and it's a
man who's busy doing something to her. I'm about to charge in and
save her when I realise that it's Dad! What's he doing to her?
She spots me in the doorway and looks straight into my eyes. Her
hands hold each side of Dad's head as she watches me watching
her. Did she do that to stop Dad turning round to see me? There's
no sign of distress in her eyes and her eye-lids droop from time
to time as I watch and I recognise that she must be experiencing
the same feelings I get when I wank myself. I can only see Dad's
back and bum but he's naked and I can hear slurping noises as he
worships between her legs.
My dick is rock hard as I continue to watch Dad doing things to
my sister and I take it out of my underpants because it's feeling
trapped in there. June sees me do this and her eyes fix on what
I'm playing with. She's mewing again and I see beyond Dad's back
to the most beautiful pair of tiny tits. His hand has moved up
and taken one of her breasts into his hand, feeling it, squeezing
it gently, and he flicks her nipple. Her own hand comes up and
she touches the other breast, deliberately looking at me as she
does it. Her fingers pull at the nipple, pulling it away from her
body and then releasing it so it snaps back. She does it again
and again, watching me as I wank much harder now.
I can't take much more. My sister's watching me wank and
encouraging me by playing with herself. My dad is doing sex to my
sister and she's loving what he's doing to her. The world's gone
mad but all that's happening to me is that my spunk wants
desperately to be shot out of my body. My body is screaming for
release and there's nothing I can do to stop it. My muscles tense
up, my body goes rigid and my dick delivers the first powerful
shot as June and I watch each other. I'm pumping now, spurt after
spurt of spunk as my dick jerks, and as I watch June's face, I
can see that I'm arousing her further with my orgasm.
When I finish shooting my spunk onto her carpet, she gives me a
look that I can only describe as love. I feel so close to her
now, now that we've shared my orgasm, her from there and me from
here. She must be getting close to orgasm too because I see her
hips begin to thrash about and Dad's head is being moved about
too by her powerful thighs. A sound escapes her throat,
"Uunghhh!" as she comes, her orgasm making her thighs clamp down
hard, trapping Dad's head as he continues his lapping at her
cunt. I have to watch, I just have to. June writhes, twists,
moans, and I see her bared teeth gritted together as she rides
along with the feelings Dad has produced in her. She cums and
cums and I wish, fleetingly, that I was the one between her legs.
Time's ticking by and she at last collapses, her bum hitting the
sheets again as she totally relaxes. She looks at me again,
making sure that I have witnessed what just happened to her, and
smiles, and I know right then that I love her more than anybody
else in the world. I'm about to start crying when I realise that
I have to go before Dad discovers me watching them, so I leave
quickly, making no noise as I go back to my room.
Back in my room, I try to make sense of what's happened. Dad's
pleased my sister with his mouth and she's helped me to shoot my
spunk by displaying her young body to me. I've watched them both
having sex and it occurs to me that I think of it neither with
horror or disgust. Shouldn't I feel that something terrible has
happened? Shouldn't I feel that me wanking to the sight of their
illicit sex is perverted? Yet I feel wonderful, happy that my
sister receives my father's love in that way.
Why didn't Dad look up when I shot my spunk? I tried my best to
be quiet as I came but it just isn't possible to cum silently.
Then I remember. June played with his ears as she watched my
spunk shoot out of me onto her carpet. He wouldn't have heard
anything. Thank God for that.
How is this going to affect us now? Surely the family will be
blown apart after these revelations, this incest. Then I hear
some noise from June's room, a rhythmic sound of bedsprings and I
know what they're doing. I want to watch, I want to see Dad make
love to my sister but I daren't. I've escaped detection once and
I'm sure I won't escape a second time. Minutes later, a grunt and
mewing sounds come from her room and I picture June, legs wide
open and clasped around Dad's waist, cumming again as Dad shoots
inside her little pussy, filling her up with his potent spunk.
My dick is hard again with those thoughts and I shake my head,
trying to clear them. I'm tired, emotionally drained by the
worries of what might happen to us. We've committed incest, all 3
of us, those 2 in the deed and me in my head. How can I look them
in the face tomorrow after what I've seen? They've committed a
crime and I've done nothing to stop them, indeed I've even
encouraged June by letting her watch me cum, arousing her further
so that it enhances her orgasm at Dad's hands and mouth.
These worries don't stop my tiredness and I drift off into sleep,
albeit a troubled sleep.
When I wake, I can smell coffee so I know that somebody is in the
kitchen. I open my door and peep out, making sure that the coast
is clear for my dash to the bathroom. All clear and off I go.
While I see to my ablutions, I'm thinking again about last night.
I'm a troubled boy who doesn't know what to do. The two people I
want to avoid running into are the two with whom I live, the two
who care for me most. I can't avoid them for ever, in fact I
can't avoid them for the next 30 minutes, I know that. Thinking
logically, only my sister knows about me, knows that I watched
them. Dad knows nothing so I'll go along with that.
Steeling my nerves, I go down to breakfast and I come face to
face with my sister in the kitchen. What do I say? Do I say
anything at all? She looks as beautiful as always, the white
blouse, the grey school skirt. I'm seeing her now with new eyes,
seeing the young girl who is in reality a woman. Her hair is
shiny, brushed to perfection, her face is radiant and her slim
figure still grabs my attention.
She smiles and says, "Sit down, John. Here's your breakfast," and
I marvel at her detachment. She's behaving like I caught her in
her underwear last night and it was a minor embarrassment, rather
than a 13-year-old girl who had full satisfying sex with her
father while her brother watched them and wanked.
I have to
say something, I have to. I can't just leave it in the air in
case our world collapses and falls straight on my head. I begin,
"About last night..." and she comes straight to me, puts her
finger over my lips and calmly says, "We'll talk about it later,
John."
Dad appears and brightly says, "Good morning, you two. What a
beautiful day," and he bursts into song. "There's a bright golden
haze on the meadow, a bright..." He does that sometimes and it
suddenly hits me. He had the most wonderful sex last night and
he's as happy as can be. Then I remember that I've never seen him
go out with a woman since Mum left and I realise that he's
probably been fucking my sister for years. Oh Christ! It's
getting worse.
We all start eating breakfast and Dad is more talkative this
morning than is quite often the case. I look at June and she
looks back at me and we smile together, laughing good-naturedly
at Dad's exuberance. After the meal is finished, I help June to
clear the table and she goes with Dad, kissing him again with
meaning before he leaves for work.
"Come on, John, we need to be going," and we leave together to
catch our bus.
On the bus, the same girls crowd round June and I watch them
chatter, spout their little-girl nonsense, while I look at my
sister, knowing that she's a woman in every respect. While she
listens to their inane ramblings, she looks at me with that
expression of love that she has for me. Unseen by the chattering
magpies that surround us, she holds my hand and squeezes it. I
love her so much it hurts.
Once at school, she kisses me as usual but she hugs me, pulling
me to her and her lips stay longer against mine than is decent
for siblings. Before we part and go our separate ways, she says,
"I want to talk to you at lunch-time," and I nod, knowing full
well that we have important things that need to be spoken of. "I
love you," I say and she replies softly, "I love you too," and
she turns to go.
Lunch-time arrives and we meet in the school restaurant. She buys
a couple of sandwiches and a big Coke for us and we depart before
her friends come around to disturb us. She takes us to a place
beyond the sports ground, and behind some bushes where nobody can
see us. After deciding who wants the cheese and tomato sandwich,
we eat and drink, and we indulge in small talk about classes and
teachers.
The time has come, the food is eaten, and we have to get to what
matters. I blurt out, "Why is Dad making you do sex things?" and
I'm feeling angry.
"What makes you think that he MAKES me do things, love?" she
answers coolly.
"Well surely he's forcing you to..." I bluster but she puts her
finger to my lips again to silence me.
"Let me tell you what happened. You remember when Mum went, don't
you?" and I nod. "Daddy was devastated. You remember the crying
and the drinking?" I nod again. "I couldn't bear to hear him
sobbing in his room so I went in to try and make him better. I
was only 8 so I don't know what I thought I could do. Anyway, I
put my arm around him and cuddled him, lay down next to him and
stroked his hair. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes and
he said, 'She's gone, June, she's left us.' Then I started crying
too and he comforted me, hugged me and said, 'Don't cry, little
one, Daddy'll make it better,' and he did. We held each other for
a long time till we'd finished crying and then he asked if I'd
stay with him that night. So I got into his bed and we cuddled
each other until we fell asleep."
"But what did he...?" I blurt out and she silences me again.
"I slept in his bed every night after that and we comforted each
other. It felt so right, so natural. He'd put his arm around me
and sleep, and I loved him next to me, loved to smell him.
Sometimes we'd kiss before we went to sleep and I'd smell the
whiskey on his breath but I'd cuddle him just the same. He was
Daddy and I loved him."
I look at her for a moment, realising she has a quality I haven't
recognised in her before now. She is kind, considerate and
caring. I had heard Daddy too, sobbing in the night, but I hadn't
gone to him, hadn't thought to help him and in that, I came face
to face with my shortcomings. How selfish I was.
She continued, "After a few months, he started to get better but
I just carried on sleeping with him. He didn't tell me to go and
I didn't really want to. It wasn't until I was nearly eleven that
we started doing things in bed. It started in the usual way, we'd
kiss and then go to sleep, but then he called Mum's name in his
sleep and his hand moved down to between my legs. He started to
feel me up over my knickers and then he put his hand inside,
touching my little slit. It felt so nice when he did that so I
didn't want to wake him to make him stop. I pulled my knickers
down to make it easier for him and he played with me until I got
my 'nice' feeling. I kissed him then but he never woke up."
God, she's making me hard. I keep my mouth shut this time,
waiting for her to go on.
"It would happen every few weeks. We'd go to bed together as
usual and he'd talk in his sleep again. He started saying things
like, 'Suck it, Marie. Please.' But I didn't know what that meant
so I just lay there. Then his hand would come over and he'd play
with me again but I liked it so much that I didn't want to stop
him. I'd pull my knickers down again and put some spit in my
slit, hoping he'd find it with his fingers. He'd find it and try
to put his finger inside my little hole. When he couldn't, he'd
stroke me until I got my 'nice' feeling. He didn't know what he
was doing and I didn't want to tell him the following morning in
case he wouldn't let me sleep with him any more. I suppose I
should have told him the next day what he'd done but I was scared
for him. He was better and that was all that mattered."
I take her hand and squeeze it, and she smiles at me, and it's
not a sorrowful smile.
Chapter 2
"It had to end though one day. I had just had my twelfth birthday
when that day came. We'd gone to bed and kissed goodnight, then
during the night, he'd started talking again. He was behind me,
spooning me, and I felt his dick get hard against my bum. He
said, "Marie, Marie," then he rambled a bit and I thought he was
going to stop, you know, go properly back to sleep. But he
didn't. I only had my knickers on and he started to tug on them,
to pull them down, so I helped him by taking them off completely.
One hand came up to my chest and he started to play with my
nipples; his fingers were stroking them, pinching them ever so
gently. His dick was trying to force its way between my legs and
I opened them so it would be easier for him. Once he pushed his
dick through my legs, he started to fuck me, well fuck between my
legs anyway."
She licks her lips then and takes up the Coke we've brought with
us, takes a big swig of it and offers it to me. I take a swig too
and wait for the rest of her story but I'm a bit worried about my
hard-on. I shouldn't really be in this state while she's
unburdening herself this way. It seems disrespectful somehow.
She goes on, "At this point, he woke up. One hand was stroking
the tits of his 12-year-old daughter while his dick was fucking
her. He was mortified. He snatched back his hand and pulled his
hard dick from between my legs, then sat up and turned on the
bedside light. 'June, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry. Please
forgive me. I didn't mean it, love, I didn't really mean it.' He
was horrified at what he'd done to me. I looked up at him and he
was trying his best not to look between my legs. My tits weren't
really formed then, just puffy nipples that stood up from my
chest. 'It's alright, Daddy, really it is,' I said but he wasn't
listening. 'It's my fault, really it is,' I said more
forcefully."
I look at her sympathetically, knowing how difficult this is for
her to relate. I take her hand, hoping that it helps as she
continues telling me what happened.
"He said to me, 'No, darling, you're not to blame. It's all my
fault. You're innocent, you're not to blame.' I'm trying to tell
him but he still wouldn't listen. I picked up my knickers from
the bed and held them up. He looked at them uncomprehendingly. 'I
took them off, Daddy, not you.' He looked at me as if I'd just
slapped him in the face. 'What do you mean? he said, trying to
comprehend what I was saying. 'I took them off when you wanted to
play with me. I always take them off when you want to play.' The
penny dropped then and to make sure he hadn't misunderstood, he
said, "You mean I've done this before?' His face went pale when I
said simply, 'Yes.' He began again, 'Oh darling, I'm so sorry. I
didn't know.' I decided to come clean about my part in it and I
said, 'Don't you want me any more?' and I knew that he couldn't
say no to that, not without hurting my feelings. 'Of course I
want you, but we can't... well, we shouldn't do it because you're
my daughter. It's incest.'
Once more I squeeze her hand, willing her to go on.
"When I said, 'I like it, Daddy,' he stopped, speechless. 'You do
things to me, Daddy, and I love them. I love when you put your
fingers into me and slide them around. That's why I always take
my knickers off for you. Are you mad at me now?' I'd taken the
wind out of his sails and he didn't know what to say. When he saw
that I was close to tears, he said, 'Of course I'm not mad at
you. I love you very much,' and he hugged me, pulling my naked
body against him and stroking my chest. 'Thankyou, Daddy. I love
you too,' and I looked up into his eyes and went to kiss his
lips. His lips opened, almost by instinct, and I put my tongue
inside and he began to suck it. 'Sweety, we shouldn't be...' I
stopped him talking by pushing my tongue into his mouth again.
Then he lay down, taking me with him and he started to feel me
up. His hands tickled my nipples and I felt so excited. My arms
went round his neck and I moved close to him. His hands went
behind me and he cupped my bum-cheeks, stroking my skin with his
fingers, then he pushed my tongue out of his mouth and thrust his
own into mine."
The images she's painting run around in my head and my dick is
lengthening and thickening. The image I'm seeing now is of my
sister being thoroughly excited by Dad, enjoying his touch, the
touch of a man stimulating his 12-year-old daughter.
"He went down on me, John, and kissed my pussy. His tongue went
into me and I can't describe how that felt. Then he went between
my legs and raised them up and licked me all over down there, my
bum-hole too. I was hot, sweating, so excited and aroused by what
he was doing to me. I felt something wet coming out of me,
running down my bum-crack, John, and it felt wonderful. He told
me, 'I love you, darling,' over and over and I loved him too,
very much. Then he took his pyjamas off and I saw his penis for
the first time. It was enormous, so long, so thick, and I was a
bit scared. 'Touch it, love, feel it,' and I put out my hand,
feeling it with my fingers. It was hard, John, really hard and
hot. It pulsed when I closed my hand around it and Daddy moaned.
The end of it was like yours is, a big knob, all red and shiny. I
felt the knob, running my fingers around the smoothness but then
some clear liquid started to seep out of that slit thing and when
I touched it, I found it was slimy so I spread it around the
knob. Daddy watched me as I did it, and he gasped so I knew I was
doing it right."
I'm sweating now, listening to the details of incest between
father and daughter, and what I saw last night is flitting before
my eyes. I see her body again, that temple of beauty, and I see
Dad pleasing her, making her cum. I see her eyes again, watching
me as I wank in front of her, and her eye-lids drooping as Dad's
licking is bringing her off, sending her into orgasm.
"He put a finger inside me," she goes on, "but he couldn't get it
in far enough so he stopped. Then he rubbed two fingers on the
knob I was playing with, taking some of the slimy stuff, and put
them to my little hole. He pushed them in together and wriggled
them about and I thought I'd die with pleasure. When he started
to push them in and out, something hurt me and I winced. 'It's
your virginity, June. Do you want Daddy to make love to you?' he
asked and I said, 'Yes, Daddy.' So he knelt between my legs and
put that big knob against my hole. I thought that it would never
fit but I wanted him to try. He looked at me seriously and asked
if I was sure and I just said, 'Yes.' He thrust his hips forward
and entered me, stretching my little hole. I gripped his arms
tightly with the pain and he waited, waiting for me to say OK. My
hole was wet soaking but Daddy took some saliva from his mouth
and spread it around my hole and his dick. When I said OK, he
pushed forward hard and he went all the way in me, all the way
until I could feel that hair around his ball-bag against my bum."
Now I'm stroking my dick through my pants and June's watching me.
"Do you want me to take care of it for you, love?" she says and I
nod, wondering if she could possibly be serious. I watch as she
unzips my pants and I lie back as she takes out my dick. This is
a first; my sister has my dick in her hand. She examines it
closely as she pulls back the loose skin until the knob is
completely revealed. "Stand up," she says and I struggle to my
feet while she remains on her knees before me. Her hand wanks me
slowly, expertly, and I'm going to shoot my stuff in seconds.
When she knows I'm ready, she moves off to my side and wanks me
from there. Her hand becomes tighter on me and she speeds up,
knowing instinctively what I need. "Cum for me, John. Show me
your spunk, love, show me." My body stiffens and my dick begins
to shoot. She wanks me harder as my dick jerks and spasms and she
watches as my spunk hits the ground. I'm panting and I cry, "Oh
June!" as my spasms continue and more sperm is ejaculated. In ten
seconds, it's all over and I look down at her and see her licking
the dribbles of spunk from her fingers. Wow! But she surprises me
more when she takes my dick into her mouth and licks it! Her warm
wet mouth sucks me and her tongue plays round my pee-slit. When
she eventually finishes, she looks up at me and simply says, "OK
now?" and I nod. She stands and kisses me and her tongue paints
my lips. When I taste them afterwards, she's left traces of my
spunk on my lips. We sit down again and she continues her story.
"Daddy fucked me, John, filled me up with his dick. He'd push
into me as far as he could and hold it there. The dull ache it
gave me made me want more and I begged, 'More, Daddy, give me
more.' I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down,
feeling his hair against my breasts. He fucked me harder and
deeper and it had stopped hurting. I felt full with dick but I
craved more. He took one of my arms from round his neck and
thrust my hand between us, directing it to my little clitoris. I
began to diddle it as Daddy fucked me, his pubic bone hitting my
hand on every inward thrust. Fireworks were going off in my head
and my 'nice' feeling was coming fast. Just as it hit me, Daddy
fucked all the way into me and held himself there. I shuddered
and trembled, and then Daddy's dick jerked and I felt hot liquid
splash into me. His dick kept jerking and pumping his hot stuff
into me while I rode my own orgasm."
She's thirsty again and we take another drink from the Coke
bottle. I watch her lips around the opening of the bottle as she
swallows the black liquid, and her throat as she swallows.
"When we'd finished, I said, 'I love you, Daddy, so very much,'
and he kissed me so tenderly. He said, 'You'll never know what
you mean to me, June,' and he folded me into his arms. We lay
there a while, cuddling and kissing, and I wondered if we could
do it again sometime soon. Eventually we had to get up to go to
the bathroom. We had to clean ourselves up and we both needed to
pee. As I walked, I could feel Daddy's stuff leaking out of my
hole and running down the insides of my legs. Daddy insisted on
washing me and took particular care as he washed my breasts and
spent a lot of time cleaning around my pussy, tasting it every
now and then to make sure it was clean. Then we went back to bed
together. That was it."
"So it wasn't Dad forcing you to do anything, you just wanted it
all along?" I say and she says yes.
"Come on, we'd better go inside. Lessons are due to start again,"
she says and we head back there.
Chapter 3
Back in school, the lesson begins but my attention won't stay on
it and I'm admonished twice by Mr. Crowther. He's a good teacher
but his eagle-eye is legendary because he can pick up on anybody
in the class who's not listening to what he's saying. When he
asks me the reason that my mind is elsewhere, I can hardly tell
him that my sister has seduced my father and she's just given me
the most exciting wank of my young life. I pretend ignorance of
the cause of my inattention and the lesson continues.
When it's time to go home, I meet up with June at the bus stop.
No mention is made of our lunch-time conversation, of her
confession to seducing Dad when she was 12. Strangely, I'm not
jealous of him, of hwhat he's done with her. Why doesn't it
bother me? It ought to do, surely.
As we travel home, the bus is noisy, filled with the happy voices
of students finally released from the wearisome daily routine of
learning. June's friends surround us and as they chatter
ceaselessly, I look around the bus, casually looking at the boys
who travel alone, the ones who don't see the need for aimless
conversation. My eyes light upon Jeff Hindle, a classmate, and I
decide to leave the magpies alone and join him instead.
As I sit next to him, he seems genuinely pleased to see me. "Hi,
Jeff. Is it OK for me to sit here?" I ask and he smiles as he
nods. "Had enough of the racket back there?" he asks, nodding in
the direction of where I've just left. "Yes," I say, "it's
getting on my tits."
"Old Crowther was giving you some grief this afternoon," he
states and I agree. Jeff is a quiet boy, shy, and doesn't say
much and he doesn't participate in the normal childish antics of
other 12-year-olds. He's sensitive, good-looking and has a lovely
dick. 'Dick?' I'm shocked as I realise what I've just thought. It
doesn't mean anything, I tell myself. After all, we all check
other boys' dicks out in the changing rooms and showers, don't
we? There's nothing weird about that... is there?
We talk amiably of this and that, and I feel at ease with him,
and he with me, I think. Strange, I've never seen him engage in
conversation with others to the same degree as that which we now
enjoy. He smiles readily when he speaks and I find myself
watching his lips and admiring their fullness, and I can't help
thinking that that are so like June's.
His ready wit is a surprise to me and his ability to make me
laugh really makes me like him all the more. Although we've been
in the same class for 4 months now, I've never really spoken to
him, certainly not in a matey way, and I'm thinking how much I've
missed. His dark eyes sparkle as he's telling me a joke and I
look into them, not really listening to the words he's speaking.
When he begins to laugh, I realise the joke is ended and I laugh
too, grabbing his hand as it rests on his knee. He doesn't move
it away. I don't move mine either.
Seconds later, the bus is stopping and I realise that I'm holding
a boy's hand but I have to get off with my sister. I detach
myself and say casually, "Bye, Jeff," and he replies softly,
"Goodbye, John, see you tomorrow," and something passes between
us although I can't describe what it is. It's because he's
good-looking, that must be it, or because I like him, I tell
myself.
June's coming down the aisle of the bus from behind me, and when
she reaches me, she nods to Jeff. He nods back and June and I get
off the bus, to begin the short walk to our house.
"He seems nice," she says, looking at my face as we walk. "Yes,
he is," I reply and inexplicably, I blush. This does not go
unnoticed. "He's in my class," I say as if I feel I should
explain myself.
"Do you like him a lot?" she asks and I'm looking for a hidden
meaning to the question. My sister has this way about her and at
times it's unnerving how she can pick up on the nuances of an
answer. I'm not sure how to answer because I'm not sure myself of
the depth of feeling I have for my classmate. To divert her from
discovering the truth about how I might feel towards him, I give
a non-committal, "He's okay." The trouble is that I can't hide
the blush that rises and makes my face all hot. "Hmm," she says,
making me uneasy for no particular reason.
Once we're in the house, we dump our book-bags and get a drink
from the fridge. We sit at the kitchen table and she takes my
hand.
"Listen, John, about what I told you at lunch-time," she begins.
"Dad doesn't want you to know about what we've been doing
together. Be careful what you say, love. I've had to be careful
too, not saying anything that might lead you to suspect that
there's been anything going on. Now you know, we both have to be
careful. It was Mum..." She stopped dead then. “I mean, the thing
is..."
"What do you mean?" I interrupt her. "What's Mum got to do with
it?"
"Nothing. Not really," she says but not convincingly.
"Why did Mum leave us? You know, don't you? When I've asked,
Dad's always fobbed me off with something vague. Tell me why she
left," I insist.
She looks at me again with those lovely eyes and says, "Alright,
John, I do know but I can't tell you now. I'll tell you when the
time's right, I promise you."
"Why can't you tell me now?" I ask, and I feel a bit annoyed that
the rest of the family know the reason Mum left but I don't.
"Look, John, I'm not keeping this from you to be spiteful," she
says and I can see some anger rising in her. I've never seen her
angry, well not really, and this is obviously important. She sees
by my face that I'm capitulating and decides to lighten the mood,
to release the tension.
"By the way," she says, "did you like the wank I gave you today?"
and she smiles. "I've always wanted to do that to you."
The tension has disappeared completely now and I smile as I say,
"It was lovely, June. Gorgeous."
"Do you want another?" she says and I see in her eyes that she's
serious.
"Yes," I say softly, the words catching in my throat.
"Come upstairs," she says and leads the way.
She leads the way to her bedroom, turns to face me and undoes my
pants while I stand there like a fool just watching her. As soon
as my belt is undone, my pants fall round my ankles and before
she reaches for my underpants, I kiss her soft lips. They part
and I thrust my tongue inside, finding hers and tasting it. Her
arms go round my neck and mine go round her waist, only to slide
down and feel the beautiful bum I've so longed to feel.
I take back my tongue so that I can speak. "Can I see you naked?"
She nods and goes to the buttons on her blouse. "Can I do it?" I
ask and her hands drop to her sides.
"Yes, oh yes please," she says and I'm ecstatic. My hands tremble
as I try to undo the top button of her blouse and she waits
patiently. Unseen by me, she's undoing the bottom buttons until
there's just the one left, and that's the one I'm still
struggling with. Once I've got it loose, I take the blouse off
and look at the white bra which holds her tiny breasts. She puts
her hands behind her and undoes the hooks but leaves me to take
it off her. When I remove it, I can see them, those tiny breasts,
the nipples raised from each one, so beautiful in their
youthfulness.
I'm absolutely hard now, my dick tenting out my underpants, and
her hand sneaks down to touch it, to stroke it, and I'm on fire.
She drops to her knees and takes off my pants, coming back up to
draw down my underpants, and she gazes at my dick, breathing so
heavy that I can feel it against my knob. I remove my shirt as
she takes off my underpants and soon I'm a naked 12-year-old boy
looking at a topless 13-year-old girl with lust and love.
She removes her skirt and socks, and waits a few seconds before
pulling down her knickers to make sure I don't miss the moment
when her pussy will be revealed. My eyes lock onto the place
where her legs join and as she slowly pulls down her knickers,
first her pubis appears with it's very light covering of hair and
then her pussy lips, so pink and so inviting. She takes her
knickers off completely and stands before me, splendid in all her
naked glory. She's breathtakingly beautiful, so confident in her
nakedness, so sure of her attractiveness... and so sure that I
want her. And I do want her... desperately.
At the same time, she looking at me, looking at my hairless
chest, my nipples, my shoulders and her gaze descends past my
flat stomach to my sex, to the dick she has already felt, already
wanked, the dick she already watched as it's sperm flooded out
and spilled on the ground. That same dick was wanked by me last
night as I watched her being sexed while I pumped my seed onto
her carpet.
She moves towards me and kisses me, and I take her tongue into my
mouth, sucking on it, licking it with my own. Her hand is between
us and she's gripping my dick, feeling the hardness, moving the
skin on the shaft. I'm going to blow, I'm going to cum. Oh God,
no! She stops and it's as if she knows what's happening to me.
Her tongue leaves my mouth and she goes down on her knees,
hurrying in case she's too late, and she takes my dick into her
hot wet mouth, sucking furiously on it and tonguing the knob.
It's coming, it's already on it's way and I'm panting, moaning,
shuddering as my dick jerks in her mouth and I begin to spurt.
She's gripping my buttocks tightly, holding me to her as I
continue shooting my spunk into her mouth, gob after gob of white
hot sperm. My hands clasp her head and she's moving it back and
forth, fucking my dick with her mouth. Eventually, the jerking
stops, the pulsing ends and I look down at my sister who is now
running her tongue around the knob of my dick.
I have to stop her doing that; the ultra-sensitivity of my dick
is hurting now. I raise her up so that I can kiss her and I
thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth is full of my spunk
and I find myself tasting it, running my tongue through the pool
that has formed and discovering, to my surprise, that it's not at
all unpleasant. It's hot, creamy, viscous and really quite nice.
When she pushes me to the floor and onto my back, my tongue is
still in her mouth, and she opens her mouth fully and my spunk
slides out of it and into mine. I savour it, moving it around
with my tongue, while June's hand plays with my balls, feeling
them with her fingers and gently moving them around in their bag.
"You like the taste of spunk, don't you?" she says and I nod
enthusiastically. "Yes, I thought you might," she says and smiles
enigmatically.
I swallow then, feeling it slide down my throat, and then I find
that everywhere in my mouth is coated with it. She kisses me,
sliding her tongue inside, and I'm now aware of those little tits
against my chest. I roll her body over, following it with mine so
that I lay on top of her. My hand cups her breast and I feel for
the first time how firm it is but at the same time so soft. When
I touch her nipple, it becomes hard, erect, and I want to kiss
it, to suck on it.
I roll off her but my hand stays on her breast and I admire her
beauty, the perfect symmetry of her little breasts and I'm
captivated by them. When I go to suck a nipple, she raises
herself onto one elbow, facing me, and pushes me back down onto
the floor. She moves over me and brings the nipple down to my
mouth, touching it to my lips, and I open my mouth to take it in.
I suck on the nipple and she strokes my hair and forehead. Her
nipple is hard and I suckle like a baby, and she uses her hand to
squeeze the breast behind the nipple as if to encourage the milk
to come. I look into her eyes and she's looking into mine so
lovingly.
"Suck, baby, suck it," she says and I feel happy, content to be
breast-fed.
My hand rests on her waist but my dick is stirring again because
of the breast-feeding and I bring my hand to her pussy to feel
it. Her little slit is soaking and I can feel her oily juices
with my fingertips. This is my first time with a girl's pussy and
I don't really know what I should be doing to please her, and I
do so want to please her. As I fumble around in her little slit,
I find the hole, the one that is Nirvana to the initiated and the
"fuck-hole" to we who have still to learn. I can put my finger
in! Wow! When I push harder, it goes all the way in till there's
no more finger left outside. She shows no sign of distress so I
can't be hurting her.
As my breast-feeding continues, my fingers explore her slit
further and she jumps when I touch a little button thing near the
top of her slippery slit. I stop feeding and apologise
immediately for hurting her. "You didn't hurt me. You just found
the most exciting spot that a girl has," she says and for some
reason, I feel very pleased with myself. I wonder briefly if Dad
knows about this, where that button thing is. I touch it again
and she jumps again but I move my fingertip gently over it and
June's hips start to move around.
It's not long before my dick is stiff again and I'm starting to
hump her leg, just like a dog. She lies down flat while I
continue to play with her little button and she starts to pant.
My dick is as hard as steel and I want her, I want my sister so
badly.
Her legs open wide and she moves me between them. For the first
time, I see a real pussy, a girl's pussy, my sister's pussy, and
I stare at it in awe. My fingers touch the little lips and I part
them so I can see inside. How can Dad's cock fit in such a small
hole? He must be much bigger than me, yet mine won't even fit
inside her, so how does he do it?
She's looking up at me and there's that face again, the one with
the drooping eyelids that I saw last night. She's excited,
aroused, needing to cum. I'm between her legs and she's waiting
for me to do it, to fuck her pussy, and I have to try, I have to
try to give her what she needs. I take my dick in my hand and
move forward so that I can place it at the entrance to her hole.
My pre-cum is pouring out and I move my dick around her slit,
spreading it around and coating the knob in her juices.
I push and my dick sinks all the way in until I can feel her bone
at the top of her slit against my bone just above my dick. The
sensation overwhelms me. Her hot wet vagina has expanded and is
now fitting around my dick like a velvet glove. As I begin to
move back and forth, I have to support myself on my arms, but I
look down at the beauty beneath me and her eyes are on me,
flashing, sparkling. Her legs wrap around my waist and she holds
me tight with them, crossing her ankles behind my back so that I
won't leave her, so that I won't change my mind.
I must kiss her so I lower myself and support myself on my
elbows, then kiss her lips, the soft lips of my sister, and I
thrust my tongue inside her mouth. She sucks on it greedily as I
fuck her, moving gently, carefully, so as not to hurt her. The
moans begin and the mewing sound from last night as she becomes
more aroused, taking me along with her as she becomes more
excited. My lust is increasing and I start to fuck her harder and
deeper, and she puts her hand between us to play with her little
button. I feel like an animal now, I'm losing control and I'm
fucking her harder, faster, and she's becoming louder, the moans,
the mewing, and I'm getting close, so close. She's with me, her
hips bucking into me, trying to get me deeper and then she says
the words that I want to hear.
"I love you, John, I love you. Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me!"
and I can't stop, I have to go on.
"Oh June, I love you too, so much," I say and she hugs me really
tight.
I'm actually banging her now, the sounds of our flesh slapping
together plain to hear, and the squelching noises of our rutting
spur us on. We hold onto each other like drowning people as we
fuck and I feel my ball-bag tighten, my muscles tense and my
stomach goes into a knot as the first spurt begins the journey to
my sister's womb. Her hand is trapped between us as she diddles
her button when I push into her pussy as hard as I can and hold
it there. I cry out as the spunk begins to leave me, shooting
each time my dick jerks, flooding my sister's love-tunnel and
splashing against the walls.
She cries out too as her orgasm begins and she shouts out, "John,
John, John. Oh I love you. Fill me... pleeease!" as she comes,
her thighs thrashing about in her ecstasy. She's shuddering and
I'm trying to hold her still, trying to stay coupled with her as
my spunk shoots into her.
"I love you," I repeat over and over, and she holds my face,
kissing me, kissing me and clutching me tighter like she'll never
let me go. We tremble, our muscles taut as we mate, our passion
taking us over and heightening our sensations in this wonderful
act of love. I must be empty inside, I've no sperm left, yet my
body continues to spasm. I'm loving this girl underneath me,
loving her like I've always loved her, and this act has proved
that love.
She's kissing my lips as our trembling begins to calm and we each
pant into the other's mouth. I look into her face, that beautiful
sweaty face, and my fingers stroke her cheek, her nose and those
soft lips which I find so attractive, so appealing that I want ho
trap them between mine as we kiss. Her lovely blonde hair sticks
to her forehead with sweat and I brush it away, and she smiles at
me, brushing my hair from my forehead too. Her legs release my
waist and I roll off her onto my back on the floor. She gets up
onto one elbow, leaning over me.
I'm free now to admire my sister's body, and I do, kissing the
perfect breasts and sucking her nipples. As I suck the nipple she
offers to my lips, she squeezes the flesh behind her nipple again
as a sign that she needs to feed me like before. As I suckle at
her breast, she strokes my hair and looks down at me lovingly as
though I was her baby, and in a way, I wish I was. I'm content
and I can't think of another place I'd rather be.
"I do love you, John, really I do," she says and I know she means
it. My hand goes up to stroke her face again, a sign of my love
for her, and I continue suckling because I knows she wants me to.
I feel the breast that's not feeding me, and the skin is soft but
the breast is very firm with a nipple that stands proud. I pinch
the nipple between thumb and forefinger and she responds by
sighing and closing her eyes, moaning softly at the touch. I move
my hand down her body, feeling the flawless skin of her hips and
the taut muscles of the buttocks which I'll be exploring later in
more detail.
When she's finished feeding me, we lie side by side, looking at
each other. We caress each other's body but not in a sexual way,
fingertips touching arms, thighs, bellies and navels, discovering
what has been hidden for so long.
"I love you, June," I say and she moves over to kiss me again,
saying, "Me too."
Realisation comes that the time is still ticking and we have to
leave our revelry and get cleaned up before Dad gets home. I pick
up my clothes and go into my bedroom, throwing them on the bed. I
head for the shower and find June in the bathroom before me,
bending down to get some new soap out of the low cupboard.
There's spunk running down the inside of her thighs and I look at
the beautiful pussy that is the source of this visual delight.
She catches me looking and says, "Naughty boy. You mustn't look
at your sister's sex," then laughs before coming to me and
kissing me, "unless you want to fuck her again," she adds. 'Yes
please!' I think and I don't feel guilty like I suppose I ought
to.
We shower together, washing each other's front and back, and both
of us take our time when we get to the naughty bits. We're like
small children, playing in the water, having fun. I am still on a
high because I'm playing with my sister's body, touching every
part of her, running my hands everywhere I want to and she's
encouraging me. She's taken her time with my dick and by the time
she's finished, it's very hard. She points to my dick and asks
jokingly why it's stiff, and I reply, "I don't know. Maybe I'll
ask my older sister later. Do you know her, by the way?" and she
laughs the same way she always does, infecting everybody around
her with good humour.
We're clean and dressed by the time that Dad gets home but we
have to be careful. We must keep OUR secret too.
Chapter 4
At school today, we had P.E. after maths and although I'm not
keen on P.E., I don't mind the changing room and the showers.
It's the only time I get to see 19 boys naked, all at the same
time. Jeff's was there, of course, and I watched him undress. He
has a lovely body and I admire it often, but I only get the
chance when we do P.E. I've caught him watching me too in the
showers and I've blushed but it hasn't stopped me getting a
hard-on while he's watched me.
When the school bus rumbles towards home, I leave June and the
band of 13-year-old harpies who surround us and go to sit with
Jeff again. We talk, laugh and tell jokes but there's something
between us and I can't quite put my finger on what it might be.
Anyway, he accepts my invitation to visit tonight because June's
going to a friend's house and Dad's going to be out until
midnight. The plan is to do our homework together and then mess
about on my computer, trying out the games I downloaded last
week.
He arrives after June and Dad have left, and I take him straight
upstairs to my bedroom. We both have to use my little desk for
the homework and it's cramped so our legs are touching each
other's. His hand occasionally brushes my leg and although I'm
sure it's purely accidental, I do get a buzz from it. I find that
I'm touching his leg too, on purpose, and he doesn't seem to
notice. Ten minutes later, he asks where the toilet is and I tell
him. As he stands, I see the tent in his shorts and I'm excited.
Did I do that? I'm not gay, I can't be. I fucked my sister, came
hard inside her and told her I loved her so how can I possibly be
gay? Still.....
When he comes back to my room, I check out his crotch straight
away, and when he remains standing, I see that, although the
tenting is somewhat reduced, it hasn't gone away. The fact that
he watches me do it makes me blush and I feel that I have to
explain my behaviour.
"Jeff, I'm sorry, it's just that..."
"It's OK, John. I do it too," he says to comfort me and he lays
his hand on my shoulder, leaving it there. "Have you got a
hard-on too?" he asks quietly and I have to admit it. He reaches
down with his free hand and feels my erection. For a shy boy,
he's certainly coming out of his shell. "So you have," he says
but his voice seems a bit wobbly now. He continues to feel it
through my shorts and I'm blushing; my face is hot and must be
terribly red.
He's bending beside me while he's groping me and I have to admit
that his groping feels wonderful. I ignore the thought that it's
wrong for a boy to do this to another boy because my hormones are
dictating that I spunk up real soon. I'm dreadfully disappointed
when he takes his hand away and stands up again. As I turn my
head, I'm looking at his crotch and it's six inches from my face.
His shorts are tented out and I want touch but I can't, can I? It
would be gay, wouldn't it? My mind flashes back to my dick in my
lovely sister but I can see that it's not helping much just now.
When he pulls my face to his crotch and I feel his erection
against my lips and nose, I'm lost to my desires. My lips trace
his shaft through his shorts and I'm aroused by it, excited at
the firmness of his 12-year-old dick. My hand comes up to fondle
his balls through the fabric of his shorts and I can feel their
fullness; his sex excites me, makes me want more.
"Pull my shorts down, John," he whispers and my hands tremble as
I reach for the waistband. I lick my dry lips and look up to see
those lovely eyes, those lips I always found so attractive, but I
have to look at his crotch as I draw the shorts down his slim
hips. His pubic hair is sparse but he has more than me and as I
pull his shorts further down, the base of his shaft appears,
thick and desirable. Then his dick is free and it springs up,
hitting his abdomen. Finally I see his ball-sac, hanging low,
just waiting for my touch. I go to my knees to bring his shorts
to his ankles and he raises each foot so that I can take them off
and throw them to the floor. From my kneeling position, I can see
everything and my hunger is rising for it.
There's so much I want to do with him, so many experiences I want
to enjoy with this good-looking boy, this friend who attracts me
so strongly. He has taken the lead throughout what's happened and
I'm glad because I may not have had the courage to start things
myself between us. The question I've had about my gayness has not
risen again and my hormones have no wish that it should be
resurrected.
I'm watching his knob, his red shiny dome, and I see the clear
liquid that leaks from it, from the pee-slit that I watch so
closely. I can wait no longer and my hand comes up so that my
fingers can spread it around his knob and he sighs at my touch.
I'm feeling his shaft, the real bare skin, feeling the firmness,
the thickness of his masculinity. My other hand feels his
ball-sac and I rub gently, then move his balls around inside the
sac with my fingers. His sharp intake of breath shows me how much
he wants my touch and I want to touch him more, much more. I'm
waiting, hoping that he'll want me to put his dick in my mouth. I
pull his foreskin back and it catches behind his knob, staying
there as I continue to explore the wondrous sex of my friend.
He takes his dick in his hand and offers it to me, placing it
against my lips. It's wet with pre-cum and I can smell the odour
but I open my mouth and he pushes the knob inside, sighing at the
feeling I'm giving him. I taste his salty pre-cum, the faint
taste and smell of urine, but I'm so aroused by the act I'm
performing on my best friend that the taste doesn't matter. His
hands are behind my head and he's pulling it forward, forcing
more of his dick into me, forcing his knob to the back of my
throat. When I gag, he pulls back slightly but holds my head so
that I can't escape.
My instinct is to suck and I remember how wonderful it felt when
June did it to me so I try to do what she did. I run my tongue
under his knob, touching the tip to that sensitive place just
underneath the head, and he moans, "Yes, yes!" as I please him. I
lick over and over the skin that covers his hard dick, and I find
I'm wanting more, much more. He moves my head now, pulling and
pushing so that my mouth is now his cunt, and I love it. He's
fucking my mouth, fucking me and making me love it.
'Please, Jeff, please keep doing it!' I think as the length of
his strokes increase and I'm gagging as he closes off my airway
with every inward thrust. He's taken me over, he's having his way
with me and there's nothing I want to do to stop him. I need
this, I realise, and even though I never sucked dick before
today, I can't foresee a time when I would want to refuse to take
any dick offered to me. The question of my gayness is now
irrelevant; sucking cock is going to become my life.
He stops and I look up to see what I've done wrong, but he takes
his dick from my mouth and holds it up as he forces my head so
that my lips are against his ball-sac. I lick the ball-sac,
taking in the aroma of his sweat and his boy-smell from his
crotch. His balls are moving as I do this and I take one into my
mouth, the tip of my tongue feeling the texture of his sac as I
roll that ball around in my mouth as I'm licking it. He's moaning
again and lets his dick go so that it rests, throbbing, on my
forehead. I take his other ball into my mouth and lave it and I
feel that my saliva is increasing so that I'm slobbering now down
my chin. It's running down and wetting my T-shirt but I don't
care about it, it's not important.
Jeff raises me to my feet and says, "I want to see you, John.
Take your clothes off." He begins to strip too as he watches me
and soon we are both naked. He's not muscular any more than I am,
but his body excites me and my stiff dick is all the evidence he
needs to prove that I want him, need him, badly. He moves to my
bed, grasping my hand and leading me there with him. We climb on
my bed together and I'm lying on my back, waiting to see what he
wants me to do. I wonder who taught him all this? This is my
first time, yet he knows exactly what to do.
He's beside me on the bed and he leans over, bringing those sweet
lips of his to mine, and he thrusts his tongue between my willing
lips, forcing himself inside me. My arms go around his neck and I
respond readily to the invader, sucking on it, swallowing his
saliva as he fucks me with it. His hand moves down over my belly
and he takes my erection in his warm hand, and his touch makes me
moan into his mouth. I'm kissing him passionately now as he
begins to wank me slowly but it doesn't last long; he must know
that I'm about to shoot so he stops. I look into his eyes and I'm
pleading silently.
He sits up and throws a leg over my chest and suddenly he's
astride me, his cock just inches from my lips. My head is on the
pillow and I can see his erection is leaking pre-cum again, so I
lick it off, tasting the saltiness. Then he moves forward and
pushes his dick into my mouth, and I reach around him to feel his
buttocks and to pull him further forward so that he fills my
mouth completely. His knob makes me gag and when he seals off my
airway, he adjusts so that I don't choke.
He rides me, looking into my eyes to watch my expression, and I'm
sure he sees my willingness written there as he fucks my mouth
back and forth. My hands grip his bum and I encourage him to fuck
me deeper by pulling him towards me, and he obliges, gagging me
and making my eyes water. I'm feeling his bum muscles, running my
fingers around the smooth buttocks, and he's exciting me more as
he rides me.
He leans far to his left, nearly pulling out his dick, and he
gets the jar of Vaseline that has magically appeared on my
nightstand. The cheeky sod must have taken it from the bathroom
when he went for a pee. What's he want that...? Oh God, he wants
to bum me! I know what homos use Vaseline for and I'm scared.
I've never had anything up there before and I'm sure Jeff is
going to... No! I can't do that. I'd be a homo if I let him do...
that.
He waits, looking at me with those gorgeous eyes, but he says
nothing. I look up at him, my mouth still filled with his dick,
and I'm silently pleading with him not to make me a homo.
'Please, Jeff, please don't make me do this,' I'm thinking,
hoping he can read my thoughts. He dismounts and I lie there, my
dick so stiff, so needing to spunk up. The Vaseline is still in
his hand, the lid off, and he's waiting for me to capitulate. I
want him, I really want him, but I'm not sure I can handle
anything pushed up my bum. He won't hurt me, will he? He seems to
know what to do and he's not forcing me, just waiting. He's
kneeling next to me, his dick pulsing with his heartbeat, and I
can't ignore it. I want his dick, I want him so badly, and he
knows it.
"I won't hurt you. I promise I won't hurt you," and his
expression says it all. There's no malice, no cruelty there, just
a look of benevolence.
I open my legs so he can do what he wants to. He takes a spare
pillow and places it under my buttocks, raising my bum. He places
my feet flat on the bed and feels my bum-hole. Wow! What a
feeling goes through me! I watch as his fingers scoop out the
jelly from the jar and he gently inserts one into my anus,
working it in and out an inch. What a strange feeling I get and
I'm ready to admit that it's not unpleasant, in fact it's very
erotic and my dick begins to jump each time he pokes inside me.
'This is fantastic!' I think and I wonder why I never tried
putting something in myself before. When he inserts two fingers,
I'm beside myself with arousal.
It's getting better and better! I'm really loving what he's doing
to me. What was I worrying about? He's thrusting far into me now,
fucking me with his fingers, sliding in and out and making me
feel fantastic. I'm disappointed when he takes his fingers out of
me but when he offers me the Vaseline, I know what to do. I apply
a generous amount to Jeff's dick, sliding it around, spreading it
over his shaft and the knob. His face tells me that he's enjoying
what my hand is doing and I'm now looking forward to what he's
going to do to me. Being bummed is going to be the treat I've
denied myself for too long.
He shuffles between my open legs, grasps his dick and presents it
to my bum-hole, pressing slightly. I brace myself, waiting for my
virginity to be taken by this boy I find so attractive, this boy
who makes me so hot. He pushes forward against my sphincter with
his knob but it slips away, hitting my balls. He tries again and
I'm willing him to penetrate me but it slides away again. I want,
I want it! Softly he says, "Push out like you're taking a shit,"
and I do it.
When the knob enters me, I feel my hole stretching, and I feel so
weird. He stops, pauses, waits for something but I can't think
what it might be. Should I be doing something? This is my first
time and I don't know what to do. I look up into his eyes,
waiting for a clue. Then he pushes again and I feel his shaft go
in a couple of inches, making me breathe in sharply. He pauses
again, waiting, and then pulls back until he's almost puling out.
'Oh no, Jeff, not now! Don't stop now!' I think, but it's only
momentary because he pushes in again all the way. He's in me! His
dick is all the way inside me! I feel full and it's the
strangest, weirdest, most wonderful sensation.
He begins to fuck me slowly, holding himself up with his hands on
the bed, and I'm looking at his face, seeing his eyes sparkle as
he thrusts into me. I want to kiss him, to hug him to me; I want
to show him that I love what he's doing to me. My hands reach up
to his hips and I caress his skin, and I run my hands up his
sides and over his back as far as I can reach. I can feel his
muscles moving, working as they do to give me my first experience
of love with another male.
"Wrap your legs around my waist," he whispers and when I do, I
feel that extra closeness between us. I find out then that it
allows him to penetrate me even further in that position and he
thrusts hard, taking my breath away as I feel him tight against
me, his pubic bone banging against my balls on every inward
thrust. He's fucking me hard and I expect as least discomfort but
I'm experiencing the most exciting feelings inside. My arms go
round his neck and I'm trying to pull him down to me because I
want to kiss his soft lips so much.
He lowers himself onto me and I feel his chest against mine, his
full weight on me, but it doesn't register. I go for his lips and
his tongue thrusts inside my mouth and I suck on it, suck on it
like my life depends on it. He's becoming more aggressive with
his fucking now and my insides feel like they're turning to
jelly. My ardour's increasing and I want him, I want him so much.
As his tongue leaves my mouth briefly, I say, "I love you, Jeff,"
and as I'm watching his face, it changes from lust to what looks
like love. His tongue is immediately thrust back into my mouth
and I hold him tight, really tight, while he fucks me with both
tongue and dick. His aggression is stimulating me, making me more
passionate too, and I'm fucking my hips back at him, wanting him
deeper inside me.
'He's bumming me! He's bumming me and I love it!' I think through
my delirium. We're both panting into each other's mouth and my
hands grasp his buttocks, pulling him to me, pulling him so that
I can get more of his dick inside me. My legs are tight around
his waist and I'm using these too to pull him into me. He begins
to moan into my mouth and I'm moaning too as he pushes hard into
my bum and holds still. Then I feel it.
His dick jerks and he's groaning, flexing his buttocks as he
starts to shoot his spunk into me. The sensations he gives me are
incredible. His dick is pulsing and his hot spunk is spurting up
inside my bum-hole, spraying the walls of my rectum with his
sperm. He's breeding me and I'm clamping his buttocks in my hand
so he'll keep spurting in me. I feel the pulses as each shot is
pumped into me and I'm delirious with happiness because it's
feeling better than I ever imagined it would. My nails are
scratching his back and he's wincing but I'm totally unaware that
I'm doing it.
When the jerking and pumping stops, we collapse in a heap,
drained. His head lies next to mine and I'm still trying to draw
breath after that fantastic bout of love-making. He's panting
hard and I can feel his heart hammering against my chest as he
comes down from the heights we just reached. I'm weak now and I
can't keep my legs around his waist any longer and they fall,
splaying out to each side. Sweat is between our chests and I'm
just becoming conscious of it. I'm feeling his weight on me too
for the first time and I try to move him but he's realised the
problem already and he rolls off me to lie by my side.
"Wow!" he says and I have to agree. 'Wow indeed!' I think and I
turn to face him.
"That was absolutely wonderful, Jeff. It was so..." but I don't
have the words to describe how good he's made me feel. He kisses
my lips gently and moves the strands of hair that have stuck to
my forehead with sweat. I snuggle down into his chest as his arm
goes round my shoulder and I'm feeling... warm, complete,
satisfied, fulfilled? I don't know, maybe all of them. He kisses
my head as I play with the dick that has taken my virginity and
my gayness question has been answered, and how! I'm a homo now; I
must be homo after the ecstasy I've felt with Jeff's love-making.
Strangely, I don't feel like I need to spunk up any more. What's
happened to me?
We're calm now, breathing back to normal, but I want to stay
there, want to stay with him on my bed. He smiles and says, "I
need the bathroom. I need to pee," and when I say, "I thought you
went a few minutes ago," he grins sheepishly and replies, "I
really went looking for Vaseline, not to have a pee." I hit his
arm playfully and he smiles again as he gets up to go to the
bathroom.
"Do you want a drink?" I ask as he's leaving my bedroom and when
he says yes, I tell him I'll go and get something from the
kitchen. I don't need to bother with clothes because nobody's
home so I start to go downstairs but when I feel something
between my legs, I feel for what it might be and the slimy stuff
is Jeff's spunk running out of my bum-hole and down the insides
of my thighs. I hold my hand under my bum-hole, intending to use
some kitchen roll paper when I get to the kitchen to clean myself
up or at least to stem the flow.
Once I get to the kitchen, I look around for the kitchen roll and
a voice says, "Looking for this?"
I spin around and June's standing there, kitchen paper in her
hand. She looks ashen and her jaw is set, her beautiful mouth now
in a firm line.
Chapter 5
"June?" I say as if I can't believe my eyes. She's stood there,
holding out the kitchen roll, and I'm there, naked, and with
Jeff's spunk running down my legs.
"You've been busy, I see," she says, a slight smile on her lips.
"June, I... I..." I stammer, not really knowing how to explain my
appearance in the kitchen after obviously having just had spunk
pumped into me.
"Bend over the chair and open your legs," she says, and it's not
a request so I do as she says.
I bend down with my head on the seat of a kitchen chair, legs
wide open, and she drops to her knees behind me. When I feel her
tongue snake out and lick my anus, I jump slightly, but she
slurps at my bum-hole and I get the idea that she's cleaning it
with her tongue. The sound of her slurping and sucking me is a
definite turn-on, but the idea that she's swallowing Jeff's spunk
is mind-blowing. After a couple of minutes, I'm hard and she's
finished licking, so she dries me with the kitchen paper and I
stand up again, expecting the worst.
"Did you like what Jeff was doing to you?" she asks and I look at
her with a blank stare. 'How does she know I have Jeff upstairs?
How does she know what we did?' I ask myself but I'm mystified.
Her eyes are on me, waiting for my answer, and I feel like a
naughty schoolboy, then I realise that is exactly what I am.
"Well?" she says, and I know I have to come up with something.
"Yes," I say softly, my head bowed in front of my big sister.
She comes to me and hugs me, kissing me gently on the lips. My
dick is against her school skirt and I've just realised I didn't
come while I was with Jeff. Her kissing is making my dick start
to stir but she stops kissing me and sits me down on the chair.
"Do you love him, John?" she asks simply and suddenly I'm riddled
with guilt. If I say yes, I've betrayed her, but if I say no, I
look like a slut. Either way, I'm not going to come out of this
with much credibility. She recognises my dilemma and decides to
end my indecision.
"I saw you, John. I watched as Jeff fucked you. I listened as you
told him you loved him."
She knows! My head is down now and I'm on the verge of tears.
"It's alright, love," she consoles me, "I understand."
How can she understand? I love her deeply but I've just been
fucked by an attractive boy and I loved it! What must she think
of me now? I've let her down badly and I don't know if I can fix
it. The only option is the truth so I have to tell her.
"You know I love you, June," I say, "but with Jeff, it's
different somehow. He's bummed me and I love it. I don't know
what else to say. Are you mad at me?"
She plays with my hair as she soothes me again. "No, love, I'm
not mad at you at all. You'd better not let Jeff stay up in your
room. Tell him that he can leave by the front door so that we
won't have to meet face to face. You'd better take him a drink.
He'll be thirsty after all that fucking."
I blush and then take a Coke from the fridge, and then I go
upstairs with my dick swinging, still naked. I tell him that
we've been discovered, that my sister watched as he did me. He
panics until I tell him that she'll keep our secret, then I tell
him to leave by the front door. As he gets dressed, I admire his
body, watching his cock as it disappears into his underpants. I
kiss him before I dress myself and then we both go downstairs to
the front door. True to her word, my sister stays in the kitchen.
Another quick kiss and he's gone.
Back in the kitchen, I sit on the chair again and June begins.
"You like sex with boys now, don't you, and you'd like more?" she
says. "What about men?"
"What about men? What do you mean?" I ask, puzzled.
"Would you like a man's cock instead of a boy's?" she asks.
"Would you like a man to fuck your bum?"
"I suppose so, if it feels lovely like Jeff's," I reply,
wondering why she's asking.
"OK, then. It's time to tell you about Mum," she says and sits
down opposite me.
"You were 7 when Mum left so you won't remember much. You
remember Mum was foreign, don't you? Well, she was Russian and
Dad was nuts about her. He was over the moon when she said she'd
live with him. He worshipped her, gave her everything. Then we
were born and Dad was so happy that his family was complete. She
loved him and they were together for 9 years before the upset
came. Daddy had a secret; it was a secret that he dared tell
nobody. Mum found out his secret and went to the police to tell
them because she was disgusted."
"What was it?" I ask and she silences me by putting her finger to
my lips.
"Don't interrupt, love, I'll tell you everything now. Dad's
secret was that he liked young boys for sex."
I'm gob-smacked at this revelation until I realise that I myself
have just had sex with a young boy. It must be different somehow,
but I can't just see how.
"Mum came home one day and found Dad with his cock up an
11-year-old boy's bum. She went berserk, shouting and slapping
him. The boy fled but Mum was so angry that she said she'd tell
the police what Dad had done. Then she slammed the door on the
way out. When she got to the police station, she was asked her
name and what she was alleging. No sooner had she given her name
than the officer invited her into an interview room. Once there,
she was arrested."
"Arrested? For what?" I ask, trying to take in all she's telling
me. This is crazy. Dad likes little boys and Mum's arrested?
"Dad didn't know about any of this but it turns out she was
wanted in Russia for crimes against the state. Some international
warrant thing was served on her. Appeals to the court came and
went and Mum was eventually extradited to stand trial. John, she
was jailed for 18 years!"
I go numb when I hear this and my ears are ringing. She pauses,
waiting for it all to sink in. June leaves her chair and she
cuddles me, rocking me back and forth like a baby. I'm bereft,
empty.
"I'm sorry, love," she says quietly. "I didn't know about it
either until Dad let it all out. It was when I used to comfort
him during the bad times after she'd gone. Dad wasn't going to
tell us until we were much older but he let it out while he was
drunk and I was cuddling him. He said not to tell you about it
but I think the time has come."
I'm nearly crying now while she's cuddling me but she continues
with the story.
"You know I've been having sex with Daddy for 5 years?" and I
nod. "And you watched that night as he licked between my legs?"
she asks and I nod again. "But you didn't see when he fucked me.
John, apart from the first time he fucked my pussy, he's fucked
my bum every time after that."
Why is she telling me this? The details of what Dad does to her?
I don't understand. She sees my confused face and explains
further.
"Every time he fucks my bum, he calls out your name."
What? I'm stunned. "You mean...?" I say, made dizzy by her words.
"Yes, John, he wants to fuck you, not me. He wants YOU underneath
him, YOUR bum full of his spunk."
This is too much for me. I can't listen to any more. "No, June,
that can't be right," I remonstrate, "You must be mistaken."
"You remember when Mum left, Daddy used to like to watch you
naked as you played? He'd keep you naked so he could watch your
little dick and that lovely bum. I'd help him by undressing you
at every opportunity because I knew he loved to see you. His cock
would get hard every time he saw you and he'd have to go to the
bathroom to masturbate. I'd put you on my knee, facing me, and he
loved it when I pulled your bum-cheeks apart so he could see your
little hole. I'd pretend it was all accidental, that I was
washing your little bum-hole with a wash-cloth. He didn't know
that I'd seen him keep looking at you and I didn't say anything
him. I just wanted to please him."
Revelations are tumbling out of her mouth and I'm having trouble
with what she's telling me.
"At night, when you were asleep, he'd come to your bedroom and
fold back your top cover so that he could see you. Then he'd
carefully pull down your pyjamas and he'd lick your little bum
and suck your little dick, wanking himself until he came. I used
to like watching what he did but he never knew I was there. When
he spunked up, I'd race back to his bed and then he'd return,
make sure I was still asleep and cuddle me, completely happy. It
made my 8-year-old pussy tingle when I watched him play with you
and I wanted to do it too but I couldn't let him know I'd watched
him."
June liked my bum too? Dad molested me when I was asleep? My
dick's stirring now as I picture Dad and June looking at my body
and admiring it.
"When I was 12, he fucked me for the first time and it was in my
pussy. I loved it, John, I loved his big cock. Every time after
that, he'd play with my bum and then he'd push his big cock in
there, and when he was almost cumming, he'd say, 'Oh John, I love
your little bum. Oh John, take Daddy's spunk' and he'd blast my
insides with his hot spunk, all the time saying, 'So nice, so
tight, Johnny.' He can't help it; it was the way he is. I didn't
mind because I loved his cock and he always got me off with his
tongue so wonderfully, and in any case, I loved him. And I love
you."
"Why didn't he come onto me?" I ask and she tells me, "He was
scared, scared of disgusting you like Mum had been. He's
terrified of his desires, John. He's the way he is and he's
scared of it. He did it with Gordon two weeks ago, you know,
Uncle Bill's son, the 10-year-old with the sandy hair? He let me
watch but I had to hide in the wardrobe. I couldn't keep my hands
off my pussy, love, as I watched him fuck the little boy. You
don't think I'm weird, do you?"
"June, after all you've been telling me, I don't know what to
call weird any more. I can't get my head around the fact that Dad
wants to fuck me. Are you absolutely sure? How do I tell him
yes?"
"I'll talk to him tonight, let him know I've told you
everything," she says and I'm relieved, although I don't know
why. "Meanwhile, would you like me to take care of you?" she
asks, nodding down at my crotch.
"Can we go upstairs? I ask and she leads the way upstairs to my
room.
As she undresses, I see her pretty knickers, almost transparent,
pink with tiny red roses, pulled tight into her crotch. Her
little bra is white and it covers the beautiful little breasts
that I love so much, and my dick is appreciating the sight of my
gorgeous sister, hardening as more of her flesh is revealed. When
she's naked, I take in the sight of her young body, her thighs,
her pussy that's almost bare and the tits with suckable nipples.
She watches me strip, licking her lips as my rampant stiff dick
throbs with my heartbeat, and she comes to me, turning me around
and feeling my bum with her hands. I feel a bit damp there and I
think some of Jeff's spunk is leaking from my hole again. She
pulls me to my bed and places me on my belly, legs apart, and
starts to tongue-fuck me, licking up more of the spunk that he
pumped into me earlier. Her tongue is so talented and she makes
me moan as I'm taken to the heights by her stimulation.
She breaks off for a second to whisper to me, "You're bum is
lovely, John. I can see why Dad wants you so much. Will you let
me suck Jeff's spunk out of you next time he does you?" and I
whisper back, "Oh yes, please. I'd love you to do that."
"Do you want to fuck me, love?" she asks and of course I do want
to. "I need your dick in my pussy, John. I want you to fill me
with love," she says and I'm in such a state of arousal that I'll
do anything she wants. "My pussy's all wet, love, soaking wet,
and it's all your fault. You make me want you. Feel me."
I turn over onto my back and my dick is hard against my belly. My
hand goes to her little pussy and my fingers run through the
wetness which continues to seep from her partially open labia.
She sighs at my touch and leans forward, bending to take my dick
into her warm wet mouth. As I caress her pussy, she sucks the
pre-cum from my pee-slit, tasting its saltiness. I want to taste
her too and shuffle us around so that we're top to toe, in a 69,
and she's on top.
My tongue tastes my sister's juices and I can see that her clit
has come out to play too. I place the tip to her little button
and a small scream comes from her throat, muffled by my knob
which is filling her mouth. I explore her labia and her bum-hole,
licking both with the enthusiasm of a boy who wants to mate with
his sister. She's moaning now, as am I, and I can't wait much
longer to begin the mating process.
She's surprised when I pull my dick from her mouth and roll her
over onto her back, and I rise above her, putting my dick to her
pussy-hole and pushing straight away. I plough into her, ramming
my dick as far in as I can and I fuck her, fuck her hard. There's
no gentleness now, no finesse. We're rutting like animals and
she's groaning as I lay on her, panting in my ear. Her legs are
tightly clamped around my waist, her ankles crossed behind my
back, not wanting any possibility of my escape.
"Fuck me, John, oh fuck me, love!" she moans between gritted
teeth. I'm not making love to my sister, it's more like rape. I
pound her pussy, long strokes, short strokes, and I'm going to
cum, I'm going to pump my seed into June. She senses my imminent
orgasm and spurs me on.
"Yes, John, give it me! Fill me up! Pump your seed!" and the
feeling is there in my balls, my belly.
I thrust into her one last time and hold myself still, muscles
tensed, body rigid, as my dick begins to pulse. My head is
saying, 'I'm breeding my sister! I'm breeding my sister,' as I
pump my seed into her waiting womb. She's holding me tightly, her
arms around me forcing my chest hard against the tiny tits that
feel so firm against me.
"Yes, John, yes, fill me, fill me," she's almost screaming now
and her words send my senses into overload as my hot spunk spurts
into her. She kisses my face over and over and I'm kissing her
back, urgent in my passion for her.
"I love you!" I say through gritted teeth, feeling my dick
jerking and sending gob after gob of incestuous seed into her
welcoming womb. Her legs have tightened around my waist and my
arms are around her neck, holding her tight while I breed her,
making sure that she doesn't stop my rutting.
When my dick stops jerking, we lie still, arms and legs relax and
I leave my dick inside her to drain the last of my incestuous
seed into her hot wet love-tunnel. We kiss gently,
affectionately, without tongues, and our breathing becomes more
regular.
"I love you so much, June," I say, looking into her half-lidded
eyes, and she says, "Mmm, I love you too," squeezing me tightly
to demonstrate her love for me. We lie there in post-orgasmic
bliss, caressing each other with fingers. "That was lovely," she
says, nestling closer to my body.
I roll over, still holding her, so that we're face to face on our
sides. "You certainly took care of me," I say, smiling at her and
she replies simply, "My pleasure." This 13-year-old sister of
mine is wonderful.
My dick softens and is eventually pushed out by her pussy
muscles. She raises herself and takes my flaccid dick into her
mouth, licking it till it's clean and then kissing me so that I
can enjoy the taste of my spunk and her juices. When that's done,
I push her back down and lie between her legs, staring for a
moment at her juvenile pussy, still slightly open after our
coupling.
She's so pretty between her legs and I go down on her, my head
lying between her legs, licking the mess we've made and savouring
the taste. I taste my spunk again and the sweet taste of her
juices but my tongue wanders and soon I'm tickling her clitoris
with the tip. She jerks but holds my head there, letting my
tongue pleasure her. I'm so in love with this girl, my sister,
and as I lick, she starts to wriggle her hips and it's difficult
to hold her still. My hands are on her hips but her orgasm is
close and she begins to buck them, shuddering as she cums.
Her teeth are gritted as she makes a mewing sound, moaning as she
rides the wave, legs rigid and belly muscles tight as a drum. I
hold her hips tight, keeping my tongue on her sex, marvelling at
the strength of her cum and the leg muscles which clamp my head
so tightly. I look up briefly to see her face and her eyes have
rolled up into her head and her mouth is open, and she emits a
groan and, "Aghhh!" as her cum continues.
It's almost a minute before her whole body relaxes and her bum
falls back to the bed. I can escape her death-grip on my head now
and I slide up to lie beside her, taking her in my arms and
kissing her lovely face. She looks beautiful in tranquillity and
I feel so proud that I have been able to give her such feelings.
Her breathing slows down and her eyes open, and she says simply,
"I love you, John."
After a few minutes of cuddling, she rises and leans over me on
one elbow and puts her nipple to my lips. I take it between my
lips, tickling it with my tongue and then sucking on it, suckling
like a baby.
"That's nice, John," she says, moving stray bits of hair from my
forehead and then stroking it. She soothes me as she breast-feeds
me, looking lovingly into the eyes of her baby. She's toying idly
with my soft dick for a while but then the hand goes to the
breast that's feeding me, squeezing the flesh behind the nipple
as if to make her milk squirt into my mouth. Does she want to be
my lover AND my mother?
I see the love shining out of her and I feel happy, content and
satisfied. I hope she'll never leave me.
Chapter 6
It's a week later and I'm waiting for June to tell Dad that she's
told me all about how Mum left and that she knows that he really
wants to bum me instead of her. I can't get over how cool she
remains about the whole mess. Nothing seems to upset her; even
finding Jeff bumming me didn't upset her. She just took me
upstairs and fucked my brains out afterwards! For a 13-year-old,
she behaves much more grown up than any adult I've ever known.
She's mature, loving, caring, and she has the most beautiful
little tits with which she likes to breast-feed me after she's
let me fuck her!
We're in the kitchen and Dad hasn't come down yet. She's getting
our breakfast ready and I have to ask her.
"Have you told Dad yet?"
"No," she says, "but I think he'll want sex tonight, so before
bed-time, I want you to disappear when I give you the signal. Go
up to your room and take a shower so you'll be ready for him.
I'll tell him that you know everything and that you're up for sex
with him. He won't be mad because I told you but wait in your
room till I come for you."
June flits around the kitchen doing things and eventually Dad
comes down. "Good morning, you two," he says and kisses us both
on the forehead. 'I wonder if his lips will be as nice as Jeff's.
I wonder if he'll make me suck his cock,' and suddenly my dick
lurches in my pants at the thought. He's a big man is Dad, not
overweight but he's brawny, like a rugby player would be. 'Has he
got a big cock?' I think, and then I blush.
"Are you alright, John?" Dad asks and June looks up at me.
"Fine, Dad," I say and realise I'm acting oddly. I try to appear
normal and not give the game away. I mustn't mess with June's
arrangements.
Breakfast over, June escorts Dad to the door and kisses him as
usual, and I think tongues were probably involved.
We clean up the kitchen and leave to catch the bus for school.
When it comes, I sit with Jeff instead of June and she realises
we boys have things to talk about. The harpies surround my sister
and chatter while I talk to Jeff. I told him last week about June
seeing him bumming me and he hasn't been able to look her in the
eye since then.
"Can we get together again sometime?" I whisper to him and he
asks if I really mean it. "I love you, Jeff. Nobody has ever made
me feel as you do." I'm lying now, of course, because I love June
and not in a sisterly way. I can't hurt him by telling him I'm
having great sex with my sister so I decide to keep that part to
myself. "I need your lovely cock," I whisper and he smiles as if
maybe I'm joking. I'm not though. He bummed me and took my cherry
and it gave me the most wonderful feeling inside. Liking what he
did to me has convinced me that I'm gay now; no normal boy could
possibly enjoy being bummed and liking it so much if they weren't
gay, could they?
"Alright," he whispers. "How about Saturday? We can take our
bikes and go for a ride." Yesss, I silently cheer, and we arrange
to meet at his house at 11 o'clock. I want to kiss him but of
course I can't. Instead I just squeeze his leg.
The school morning goes reasonably well and I hang out with Jeff
at lunch-time. We wander to the other side of the playing fields,
close to the bushes, and I get a good idea. After looking all
around to make sure nobody's watching, I take his arm and pull
him into the bushes so we can't be seen. I want to ask him how he
found out he liked being gay and so I ask him straight out.
"Why do you think I'm gay?" he asks and I look at him in
disbelief.
"Well, you bummed me," I say, thinking that explains everything.
"You kissed me and fucked my bum."
"That doesn't make me gay, or you either," he says quietly, but I
don't quite comprehend. "You don't know what bisexual means, do
you?" and I give him a blank stare in response. "It's when
somebody likes sex with boys and girls." I look mystified at
first and then realisation hits me. It's me and June and it's me
and Jeff! I didn't know there was a name for it but for some
reason, I'm relieved that I'm not gay.
He goes on, "I love sex with you, right, but I'd love sex with
your sister. That's an example of bisexual."
He fancies June too? I'm not sure I like that idea; she's mine,
isn't she? She loves me, she told me. Wait though, it was just an
example, right?
"Would you like sex with me now?" I ask coyly and I finger the
front of his pants. I kiss his lips and he responds by thrusting
his tongue into my mouth, the tip feeling around my teeth and
gums. I suck on it and his hand feels my stiff cock through my
pants.
"You have a hard-on, dirty boy," he says, smiling at me. "You'd
better let me see it."
I unfasten my belt and pull down my pants and underwear to my
ankles, displaying to him my stiff dick.
He looks at it and murmurs, "That's nice. I suppose you'd like to
take my pants down too, wouldn't you, naughty boy, and play with
it?"
Falling to my knees, I fumble with his pants and pull them down
so that his lovely cock springs free right in front of my face. I
look up into his eyes and he says quietly, "I suppose you'd
better taste it to see if you like it." My lips open and I take
in his knob, licking immediately the sensitive part just
underneath. His sharp intake of breath indicates that I'm
pleasing him and I suck, and my hand goes to the ball-bag that
hangs underneath, my fingers moving his full balls around inside.
"Play with yourself, naughty boy," he says and my free hand
begins to wank my very stiff dick. "That's nice, dirty boy. Let
me see you doing dirty things with your dick. Mmm, that's nice."
His words are exciting me and I realise that he's dominating me
in a gentle way and I find it arousing to do as he tells me.
"You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" he says, tension in his voice
as I continue to suck him. I nod my submission and his hands go
to my hair, playing with it and running his fingers through it.
My hand strokes my cock and his words are making me do it faster,
harder.
"Girls have to swallow their boyfriends' cum, don't they?" and I
nod, knowing now what he's going to do to me. "You'll be a good
girl, won't you?" and I nod.
What he says makes me cum then and I shoot my hot spunk onto the
ground, my dick jerking with every spurt and he watches me as I
unload.
"Mmmm, that's nice, love," he says. "You needed that, didn't you,
you naughty girl?" but I can't answer as my shuddering means I
have to try not to bite the cock that's filling my mouth.
"Get ready, little girl, I'm cumming," he says with gritted teeth
and his knob enlarges even more as his first spurt of hot spunk
hits the back of my throat. He's loving me! He's loving me! His
cock pulses as each gob of his hot sperm is pumped into my
willing mouth. It's salty, it's hot, and it keeps spurting. My
fingers are still playing with his balls, tight as they are now
into his groin.
His hands are holding my head in place and he begins to move his
hips back and forth, fucking my mouth with his hardness. He hits
the back of my throat with his knob and I gag, spluttering, and
when he pulls back to thrust again, I swallow all I can. He's
fucking me, fucking me, and I want it, I want him to love me this
way. The jerking of his cock stops and I kneel there while the
last of his semen drains onto my tongue.
"That was lovely," he says to me and he smiles that smile that so
captivates me. A pearl of spunk appears at his pee-slit and the
tip of my tongue licks it away, and I swallow it so it can join
the rest of the spunk which is now on it's way to my stomach. I
lick his cock clean and then stand, taking care not to step into
the spunk which I have shot onto the ground and which is now
cooling and drying.
We pull up our pants and check that all is OK before leaving the
bushes and returning to the school building. I can still taste
his sperm in my mouth and it feels tingly on my gums. The
afternoon passes quickly but the taste of sperm lasts long.
On the bus home from school, I sit with June and we talk about
the day's events in our classrooms but I don't mention Jeff and
she doesn't ask. She organises the evening meal and while we wait
for Dad, I ask what she's going to say to him this evening. When
she says she'll see to it, I don't question her further but she
volunteers the opinion that we'll all be together for sex before
morning. My heart beats faster at the prospect but I can't
explain which aspect excites me most.
Dad arrives home from work and we eat together, chatting as usual
and deciding what to watch on TV. When we've cleaned up after the
meal, we go into the lounge and watch another film. Dad sits next
to June with his arm around her shoulder and I notice now that he
watches me from time to time. When I think he's not looking at
me, I try to see his package but he's sat in a way that I can't
see anything. The film ends at 9:30 and June goes into the
kitchen to make a drink and she nods for me to join her there.
She tells me to get a shower and to wait in my room for her to
call me. I go up and shower but I can't help the feeling of
excitement rising up in me as I contemplate what I hope will
happen. My dick is semi-hard and it won't go down completely so I
turn on my computer and play a game. It doesn't help much but at
least my dick doesn't get any harder.
At 10:20, June comes to my room and she's wearing only knickers.
Her little breasts stand high and firm on her chest and I can't
take my eyes away from them. God, she's rbeautiful. She quickly
explains what I have to do and then leaves me, and I look
longingly at her pert bottom as she goes out of the door.
Ten minutes later, I walk naked along to her room where she has
purposely left the door open. When I look in, June is flat on her
back with her legs hanging over the side of the bed. Dad has his
back to me as he kneels on the floor between June's wide open
legs and he's slurping his mouth over her pretty pussy. I enter
quietly and stand beside him and June reaches up to take my dick
into her hand, wanking it slowly. Dad sees me but he continues
what he's doing, glancing up to see what June does with her hand.
She's wanking me in such a way as to be sure that my dick is on
full display to him. She's stroking my shaft very slowly and he's
watching intently now. Then she speaks softly to Dad.
"Dad, can I watch you suck John's dick? Please?" She's done it.
She's made it sound like Dad sucking my dick would be doing her a
favour.
He doesn't wait but leaves her wet pussy and shuffles round to
where he kneels before me, and his mouth opens to take in my
knob. Wow! What a lovely big cock he's got. Now June is free to
get up from the bed and joins Dad on the floor, taking my balls
in her hand and fondling them while she watches Dad suck his
son's dick. His hands go around behind me and he strokes my
buttocks lovingly, pulling me towards him. My sister looks up
into my face and she can see the joy there, and she smiles to
herself.
"Can I share, Dad?" she asks and he turns me towards her. She
takes my wet dick into her mouth and sucks gently while Dad moves
around behind me and begins to kiss my bum-cheeks. He kisses
every part of my bum, licking up the cleft between my cheeks with
his flat tongue, and I open my legs wide so that he can reach my
rosebud. I bend over slightly, hoping that he will be able to
reach with his tongue and he does, forcing the tip into my anus.
It's setting off the fireworks in my head as he tongue-fucks me
and I'm steadying myself by holding onto June's shoulders in
front of me. The sensations are electric and I can't ever imagine
wanting it to stop.
"Dad, will you fuck his bum so I can watch?" June says and he
grunts something behind me. He releases the grip on my hips and
she positions me on my hands and knees on the end of the bed but
she pushes my head down to the mattress so that my bum is high in
the air. Dad comes behind me and his mouth goes straight to my
bum-hole, licking and tongue-fucking me again. He's making me
feel absolutely fucking wonderful! I'm conscious of June standing
beside the bed with a jar in her hand and I recognise that it's
Vaseline.
"Hasn't he got a lovely bum, Dad?" she asks, knowing full well
that will inflame him further. "It's so round and smooth. Just
like a little boy's."
Dad withdraws his mouth and steps to one side and I can see his
large erection when I look behind me. June steps behind me and I
feel the cool Vaseline being applied to my bum-hole and then her
finger goes inside me. My father has scooped some out of the jar
and is coating his cock liberally with it. June introduces more
Vaseline and now 2 of her fingers are inside me. She's
finger-fucking me and I like it but eventually she stops and
comes to stand beside me.
"You want Dad to fuck you, don't you, John? I know you want him
deep in you. You'll like it, love. He puts it up me all the
time," she says for Dad's benefit and I'm bracing myself for his
big stiff rod to plunge into me. Then I feel his knob press hard
against my sphincter.
"Push out, John. Let Dad push that big cock up inside you," and I
push out as he pushes in. My anal ring opens and his big knob
enters me, forcing my hole to open even further. I gasp at the
intrusion and he pauses, letting my hole get used to his size.
Then he pushes again and I find that June's holding my hand, and
then she kisses me.
He pushes again behind me and then it's all the way in and I feel
his pubic hair tickle my bum. God, I feel full. Dad pulls out a
bit and then pushes back in and it feels uncomfortable but I
don't want him to take it out. He begins to move back and forth
slowly, holding onto my hips to keep me in place.
June begins her sexy talk once more. "Oh John, it's lovely seeing
him fuck your bum. He really likes a tight bum, love."
Dad's fucking me faster now and the discomfort is beginning to
ease. His thrusting is certainly arousing me and I find myself
pushing back at him when he thrusts forward into me. His big knob
is hitting something inside me and it's having the effect of
exciting me even more.
"Fuck his little bum, Dad. Make him want it!" June says aloud and
Dad fucks his big cock into me deeper than before. The slapping
sounds our bodies make as they bang into each other add a new
dimension to my enjoyment and I'm starting to pant and moan.
Dad's groaning and June resumes her sexy talk.
"It makes you feel full, love, doesn't it? Do you want his hot
spunk, John? Do you want to feel Daddy's hot love-juice pumped
into you?"
"Yes!" I cry, "Oh yes. Fuck me, Dad, fuck me harder!"
He's grunting now as he slams into me and I want him, I need him
to fuck me harder still.
"Fill him, Daddy, fill his little bottom!" June cries and then he
slams into me once more and holds my hips tight against his
groin. The cock inside me expands and I feel his cock jerk.
Dad cries out, "Oh Johnny, I'm cumming! Cumming in you! I love
you!" and the first blast of hot cum shoots into me.
June's holding my hand tight and saying, "Feel it, love? Feel his
hot spunk?" and I'm gasping, mouth opening and closing as his hot
seed is shot up my bum.
His cock is jerking, pulsing, pumping his hot love into me, and I
can feel the hot liquid deep in my bowels. Dad's arms are around
my waist as he breeds me and I can't escape the big cock which
impales me. I love him, I love the way he's using me. He's
cumming and cumming, kissing my neck as his hardness pumps still
more of his potent seed into me.
I'm delirious with arousal and I find I'm crying out, "Oh Dad! I
love it! I love you!" and I want more of him, more of his seed.
"Oh Johnny, I want you so much," whispers Dad and I know it's
true.
His cock has stopped jerking inside me now and he holds me still
and tight as the last remnants of his hot spunk drain into my
rectum. He's kissing the back of my neck and the cheek he can
reach with his lips and I want to kiss his mouth, accept his
tongue into it. June watches us with loving eyes and her hands
pull down her little knickers and I can see my sister's fingers
smearing her oily juices around her clitoris, rubbing it over and
over. Her fingers move faster as she sees where Dad and I are
joined, the thick cock inside her little brother's bottom, the
bum-hole stretched obscenely by the thickness of their father's
rod.
She pants and then gasps, and shudders as her orgasm begins. Her
body is rigid as the sensations overtake her and I watch as her
pussy lips suddenly become wetter. I want to taste her, to taste
my June's soaking pussy but Dad is holding me down, his cock
still embedded in my boy-pussy. She's trembling now and I want to
hold her but I can't. Then she collapses to her knees, breathing
deeply, and places her fingers to my lips. I lick and I taste my
beautiful sister's cum juice, savouring the tangy but sweet
flavour, and I take her fingers into my mouth, sucking them until
all traces of her cum are gone.
My attention is brought back to Dad when I feel his monster organ
begin to be pulled out of me and I don't want to let it go. As it
leaves me, a rush of cool air hits the gaping hole he leaves
behind. June gets off the floor, goes behind me and tells me what
she sees.
"You're wide open, John. Dad's fucked you real good, love," and
she pushes 3 fingers easily into me. Dad is lying beside me,
kissing my lips now and I kiss him back the best I can with my
bum still high in the air. June's tongue is busy cleaning in and
around my bum-hole, and I have to admit that what she's doing is
reducing the soreness left behind by the excessive stretching
it's just undergone.
When she's finished, I collapse on the bed and turn on my side to
face Dad. June climbs up behind me and cuddles me as she watches
Dad kiss me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I suck greedily on
it and his hand goes to my hip, feeling the soft skin. He's
feeling my body, my muscles and finally the stiff dick I'm
sporting.
"I think we need to do something about this," he says, smiling.
"Don't we, June?" he says in a meaningful manner, looking over me
to my sister.
From behind me, June replies, "Oh yes, Dad, we certainly do," and
she smiles back at him conspiratorially.
She reaches over my hip and takes my stiffness in her hand and
begins to wank me. I turn onto my back and Dad's hand goes down
to cup my balls. My sister bends down to kiss me and I feel her
pert breasts, firm in their youthfulness, her skin so soft under
my fingers. Her nipples are erect when my fingers run over them
and I squeeze one between my finger and thumb, bringing from her
a sigh. My tongue is inside her mouth and she excites me as she
sucks it.
I want to make love to her properly, to push my dick into her and
engage in the sex act as lovers. My love for her is real and I
believe she loves me too. Dad is watching us as he fondles my
balls and I'm sure he wants to see our coupling, our love-making.
He will be aroused by seeing his offspring mate with each other
and his son's bottom will be his main point of his interest.
June opens her legs wide and her naked wet pussy is there for us
to see, the lips engorged and the clitoris poking out from its
hood. My hand reaches down and I finger her slit, slippery in her
aroused state. Her pussy lips are beet-red because she's excited
and her love-hole is slightly open, so I put my finger inside and
begin to finger-fuck her.
Dad whispers to me, "Fuck her from behind, John," and I move her
into position, on hands and knees with her bottom in the air,
just like I was for Dad.
Her legs are open and I look with lust at her bum-hole and the
open pussy beneath. The tip of my tongue thrusts into my sister's
anus and I tongue-fuck her, and she moans into the mattress,
clutching the sheet with both fists. I move below to lick between
the open pussy lips, to savour the taste of the juices flowing
out due to her arousal. Her little clitoris stands erect like a
small dick and she jumps each time I touch it with my tongue. Her
hips wriggle to my touch and I hold her tight to keep her in
place.
I stand so I can penetrate her and am surprised when Dad takes my
stiff dick and bends down to suck it into his mouth, using his
tongue to lick my knob and playing once again with my ball-sac.
He has a lovely touch, gentle and considerate, and my testicles
move around as he pushes them with his fingertips. He places my
knob at June's baby-hole and I push, her pussy opening up to
willingly accept her brother's penis. Within seconds, my dick is
in her up to the hilt.
Dad kneels behind me, his tongue going to my hole which has not
yet fully closed after his assault on it, and he licks me from my
balls to my lower spine. I start to fuck June slowly and Dad's
tongue follows my movements as he feasts on me, his hands holding
tight to my hips.
My sister's love-tube is hot, wet and surprisingly tight and it's
clamped like a vice on my hard dick. In the position she's in, I
can fuck her deeper than before and she grunts softly each time I
bottom out. Her grunting's spurring me on and I'm striving to get
more of my dick inside her with each thrust. She's moaning my
name, "Oh John, love, oh love," and that makes me hotter. Dad's
tongue is providing me with extra stimulation too and I'm going
to cum soon.
June's finger reaches underneath her and she frigs her clitoris,
and my balls are banging against her hand on each inward thrust.
I speed up my fucking and Dad abandons his oral stimulation of my
bottom. I'm fucking her hard and fast now, and I'm panting hard.
Dad moves round to the side of the bed and it looks like he's
milking my sister. He's taken one of her breasts as it hangs down
and he's pinching her nipple and the flesh above it. She
signifies her pleasure by murmuring, "Oh Dad, yes!"
I'm going to cum in my sister, fill her with sperm. Something
inside tells me that my seed is going to erupt and I get June
ready to take it. I hold her hips tighter so she can't escape
while I breed her and then here it comes. My dick jerks in her
tight tunnel and I know that the first gob of my boy-seed has
shot into my sister. It's followed immediately by more jerks and
more seed as my body forces out my baby-juice into my sister's
willing womb.
"I love you! Oh darling, I love you!" she cries through her teeth
as she cums, shuddering violently as she rides the waves of her
orgasm. "John, John, love!" she cries again as my spunk keeps
pumping into her body and her knuckles are white as she clutches
the bed-sheet beneath us. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she whispers but I
hear her, I hear my sister begging for more sex.
I've finished pumping my spunk now, there's no more left to shoot
into her. She's held fast by my hands which hold her hips tightly
but she's not trying to wriggle free, not trying to escape. She
waits there, instinctively waits for her mate to finish
inseminating her, just like women have done for millennia.
Females wait until they have all the males' seed before moving
and my sister is no exception. The mating instinct, the instinct
to reproduce, is too strong to worry about whether her mate is
related to her or not.
June trembles now and Dad stops milking her, and the last of my
seed is dribbling along her birth canal, trickling down to join
the rest of my seed in her womb. When her trembling ceases, she
collapses flat on the bed and I go with her, covering her body
with my own. Dad strokes my bum and plays with my balls between
my open legs. That's nice, such a light touch he has.
I'm becoming heavy on June and so I roll off to the side, and she
breathes easier as she looks into my eyes.
"I love you," she murmurs and I say to her, "I love you too,
darling." She strokes my face tenderly and then we both feel Dad
playing with our bottoms. We relax with our post-orgasmic
feelings and hold hands like lovers do. We stay that way while
Dad cleans the mixed juices of our love-making from June's pussy
with his talented tongue and she throws her leg over my hip so
that he can reach more easily to complete the job.
When Dad's finished, June surprises me by asking Dad if she can
sleep with me tonight, and when he says yes, she smiles at me and
her eyes sparkle. Then she raises herself up on one elbow and she
wants to breast-feed me again. I take the nipple she offers
between my lips and, after Dad watches her feed me for a while,
he leaves us and returns to his own room.
Her loving eyes are on me as I suckle and she squeezes behind her
nipple as if to make milk flow. Once again, my happiness is
complete and I'm contented.
Chapter 7
We have an understanding now, my father, my sister and me. I
sleep with June every night but Dad needs me too so I'm loved and
needed by both of them. He comes to our bed most nights and June
watches us make love. I suck my father's cock and June lubricates
me by licking my bum-hole and then applying Vaseline before she
watches as he mounts me.
As he pushes his knob against my hole, I push out and feel my
sphincter open to let in his stiff cock. He's always careful not
to hurt me, at least at the beginning. I sigh each time another
inch of his thick cock goes further into my bum. It gives me such
a feeling of being full and I'm slightly disappointed when he
pulls back again and it's nearly pulled out of me, but he pushes
back in and I get that nice feeling again.
June watches his face as he does me, recognising and
understanding the animal lust which he has for me. Her hand goes
behind him and she fondles his big balls, knowing that their
contents are going to be pumped into her little brother real
soon. She kisses me while he fucks me, squeezing my hand and
talking dirty to me to increase my arousal.
"You love cock, don't you, John? You like Daddy tofuck you, don't
you? I bet it feels real good. Does he feel as good as when Jeff
does you?" she whispers to me, enhancing the excitement I feel to
have a real adult man fucking his manhood deep inside my rectum.
The friction is wonderful and I know Dad loves it. He whispers
too, telling me how wonderful I make him feel as he thrusts into
me.
"Oh Johnny, what a lovely bum! I always wanted your bum!" he says
softly, his voice strained by the arousal he feels as he pounds
my tight hole with that big cock of his. He hurts me but not in a
bad way. Every time he bottoms out, I feel a dull pain but it's a
pain I so desperately want. I don't want him to stop or pull out
of me. I want him deeper, I want more of that same pain because
he excites me so much.
I'm on my knees with my bum high in the air and my head is on my
pillow. June wanks me like she would if she were milking a cow,
stroking my dick downwards like a cow's teat. She lies with her
head beneath me so that her mouth lines up with my dick and she
licks and sucks it, and if I'm not careful, I'll shoot my spunk
into her mouth. She won't mind because she knows that I'll last
longer when I fuck her afterwards.
Dad starts to pant and he's pounding me harder, holding my hips
tightly so that I don't move. June kneels next to me and Dad and
she starts talking again.
"Go on, Daddy! Breed him! Fuck his little bum harder! He loves
it, Daddy, he loves your cock inside him!" As she fondles his
balls again, she whispers, "These are full, Daddy! Empty them,
Daddy, fill him up with spunk!"
He thrusts into me one last time and holds himself tight against
my buttocks, and his cock suddenly expands and jerks inside me,
giving me that great feeling that I love so much. Dad is groaning
loudly and cumming in me! I feel the first shot of his hot spunk
blasting into me, splashing against the walls of my rectum.
There's another jerk and another, spurting more of his hot potent
seed far up inside me.
He's gripping me tight so that I won't escape his torrent of cum
and I keep still, waiting to get every sperm out of those big
balls that June is still cupping in her hand.
"Breed him, Daddy! Breed your little boy!" she cries, poking into
Dad's bum-hole with a finger so that she'll stimulate him more
and make sure I get all that his balls have produced. "Give him
everything, Daddy! Give him all your spunk!"
I can feel the tension behind me, his muscles clamped tight as he
breeds me, my sister helping him in his effort to fuck his little
boy. She's naked and beautiful and she loves me enough to watch
another man fuck me and not feel jealous. Dad's not interested in
fucking my sister but she knows that I want her badly and always
did.
When Dad's cock stops pulsing, I'm a little disappointed but I
stay in position, waiting for the last of his semen to drain into
me. He strokes my back and then bends forward, kissing the side
of my face. I feel the stubble on his face scratching me but I
try to kiss him back, wanting to let him know that I love him and
I'll always welcome his hard cock in my bottom.
He finally pulls his cock out of me carefully and I turn onto my
back and pull him down to me. His mouth finds mine and June
watches as we kiss each other and we stroke each other's body.
She's knelt next to us, her hand now between her legs, and she
fingers her wet slit. Our kissing is making her hot and I
suddenly realise that's why she watched me and Jeff making love
when she caught us.
After a couple of minutes holding each other, Dad says that June
needs me and he kisses her before leaving us and going to his
room. Once he's left, June cuddles up to me and I feel her lovely
firm breasts against me. She kisses me, opening her mouth as I
force my tongue between her soft lips. She tastes my tongue,
running hers around it, and she sucks on it. Jesus, I love her!
I roll on top of her and her hands grab my buttocks as our mouths
wrestle with each other. My stiff cock lies against her belly
between us and my hands go to her little breasts, tweaking her
nipples between fingers and thumbs. They're erect and hard, and,
as I take one into my mouth to suck on it, she sighs. She moans
as I lick it, running the tip of my tongue over it back and
forth.
"Daddy really filled you up with spunk, didn't he?" she asks and
I nod. "Will you fill me up too, John?" she whispers and I leave
her nipple to kiss her mouth. She's 13 and the most desirable
girl I've ever met, and the fact that she's my older sister means
that she knows me better than any other girl does. She pushes her
tongue into my mouth and I suck it, just like I do with Dad's
cock.
My hand goes down to her pussy and I find that she's soaking wet,
probably from watching me and Dad making love. Her pussy lips are
slick with her juices and my finger travels her slit, immediately
finding her clitoris which is protruding from under its hood. She
moans as I stroke it with my fingertip and her hand seeks out my
stiff dick. It's nowhere near as long or as thick as Dad's but
she seems to like it anyway.
As we masturbate one another, we whisper words of love to each
other, and when she looks into my eyes, I know she can tell that
I mean it. I want to stay with her forever, and I'll do anything
she wants if she'll just stay with me. She kisses my neck and I
smell the shampoo she used to wash her hair.
She's guiding my dick to her wet pussy and I can almost smell her
arousal. Her hand rubs my knob up and down her slit till it's wet
and she places it at her entrance, looking up at me to signify
she's ready. As I move forward, my dick begins to enter her hot
tight pussy-hole. It feels like my dick's going into warm pudding
and she smiles up at me as I inch into her. Once I bottom out,
her ankles cross over my back and she has me locked into
position.
"Make love to me, John," she whispers and I begin to move back
and forth. It's a magical feeling as I fuck my sister and she
moans as she strokes my shoulders and back. Her hand moves down
to my bottom and her fingertips can just reach my bum-hole. She
plays around my hole and then brings her fingers to her mouth,
and I watch as she licks them.
"Daddy's spunk is running out of your hole, John. Do you want
some?" and when I nod, I feel her fingers playing with my
rosebud, except it's not a rosebud any more. My hole is still
gaping open after Dad fucked me and none of my muscles have
worked yet to keep his spunk inside me. She scoops some more and
feeds it to me while I thrust to and fro in her beautiful little
pussy.
She smiles up at me as she watches me lick Dad's spunk from her
fingers. "You like the taste of spunk, don't you, John?" she says
softly and I nod my agreement. After a moment, she says, "Next
time Jeff fucks you, I want to feed you his spunk too. Would you
like that?" She's making me really hot now with this kind of
talk.
"I know Jeff likes me," she says. "Would you like to see him fuck
me, John? Would you like the three of us to fuck together? Maybe
Daddy would like to have him too."
The picture goes into my mind and it stays there, and I suddenly
feel very excited at the prospect. My sister is giving me the
filthiest thoughts and the trouble is that it's turning me on
even more. I picture Dad fucking Jeff right beside me and June,
and us watching as Jeff is filled with our father's hot spunk.
It's too much and it makes me start to cum. She feels my dick
jerk inside her and she knows what's coming.
"Fill me, John!" she cries. "Fuck a baby in me! Breed me!"
The first gob of hot spunk shoots inside her and she grips me
tight with her hands. "More, John! More!" and my dick spurts more
of my hot semen into her. My dick keeps pulsing and each gob of
spunk joins the rest, rushing to find an egg to fertilise. Her
cervix is being bathed in hot cum and she's hoping that one of my
sperm will do the trick and find its way to where it's needed.
"I love you, June!" I say between clenched teeth and, as my semen
pours into her, I can feel her pussy muscles trying to milk me.
She pulls me down to her and she kisses me hungrily, moaning into
my mouth.
When the jerking of my dick finally ceases, I collapse on top of
my sister and she strokes my hair while we cuddle. As the last of
my spunk drains into her pussy, she talks to me about Jeff. I
feel a bit uneasy about it, wondering if she might want him
instead of me.
"Jeff has a nice bottom, doesn't he?" she says and I wonder where
this is going. "I mean it's small, kind of cute."
"Yes," I say, guardedly. "I suppose so. How do you know?"
"John," she says patiently, "I watched him fuck you."
Yes, of course she did. And she got to see his lovely cock too as
he pounded my bum.
"I know you love him but would you be willing to share him?" she
asks and I'm starting to get concerned.
"Don't you want me any more?" I ask her, my eyes cast down, and
she looks at me, puzzled.
"What are you talking about?" she asks.
"Do you want him instead of me?" I ask and wonder if I can stop
myself bursting into tears.
With sudden realisation, she laughs and says, "Of course not. I
meant share him with Daddy!"
I sigh with relief and she goes on, "I don't want anybody else,
you fool. I love YOU!" Then she has a thought. "Have you told him
about what we do, our family, I mean?"
"No," I say. "Do you think I should?"
She thinks for a few seconds and then says, "Invite him over to
stay the night. You'll get his cock up your bum and Dad will get
to check him out. And," she says, her eyes twinkling, "I'll be
able to watch three sexy men doing dirty things with each other.
I'd like that."
I grin then and promise to invite him. More urgent matters need
to be taken care of though, and I wriggle down her body so that I
can see and smell her just-fucked pussy. It's messy down there
and I can't wait to put my tongue in. I lick my spunk from the
entrance to her pussy-hole and it's mixed with her own juices,
creating a tasty cocktail of flavours.
My tongue goes into her hole and I wiggle it around so that I can
get as much spunk as possible. She moans as I touch her clitoris
with the tip of my tongue and she jumps at the contact. I lick
all around her pussy slit, licking up all the juices I can find
and she eventually begins to cum.
"Johnnnn!" she cries, clamping my head between her strong thighs.
She shudders and her pussy presses against my face, making it
difficult for me to breathe. Her body is stiff as she rides her
orgasm and then she starts to wriggle her hips as it begins to
tail off. When it's over, her leg muscles relax and my head is
finally released.
When I move up the bed to kiss her, she licks my lips, tasting
her own cum-juices. We cuddle for a while and eventually sleep
overtakes us.
Jeff's dad has said he can stay over at our house for the
weekend. It's Friday and he sits down at our table, joining us to
consume the pizza that Dad ordered in. I think he feels
self-conscious because he's very quiet, saying almost nothing
throughout the meal.
I notice that Dad is surreptitiously glancing at Jeff, and I try
to figure out a way of bringing them together. June has noticed
too that Dad has his eyes on Jeff and she’s formulating a plan to
get all three of us together. Besides being very pretty, she’s
also smarter than me and when she nods at me, I know that she has
something arranged in her mind for us later.
The meal finished, she asks Jeff if he’ll help her and he readily
agrees. He’s kind of sweet on her, I think, and she’s counting on
that fact to get what she wants. Dad gets up from the table and
heads for the living room and I’m right at his heels.
Once there, I ask him straight out, “You like him, don’t you,
Dad?” and his eyes light up.
“He is kind of handsome, isn’t he?” he says. “He doesn’t say
much.”
“He’s shy. He’s the same at school,” I say. “He likes my bum too,
just like you,” and I laugh. When Dad looks questioningly at me,
I say, “No, I haven’t fucked him. I don’t think he’s had anybody
up inside him.”
As Dad visibly speculates, I tell him that June is arranging
something although I don’t yet know what it is. His hand goes to
his crotch and he fondles the big cock that is becoming erect
inside his pants and I watch, my own little boner now starting to
stir.
In the kitchen, June is washing the dishes and Jeff has a
tea-towel in his hand. She’s figuring out how to approach the
subject in her mind without scaring him off. Without looking at
him, she begins to talk.
“Our family has a... relaxed way of showing affection, Jeff. We
love each other in a more... intense way than most other
families. Does that bother you?”
He’s looking confused when she looks in his eyes. He thinks he
knows what she’s saying but he can’t believe it. He knows she
watched him fuck her little brother and she’s never spoken of it,
not to him. It couldn’t be... could it?
“Does John...?” he begins, not quite sure of the words to use.
“Yes, he does. Daddy too,” she says and she waits for his
response. He’s blushing a deep red now and his mouth is open but
he’s doesn’t know what to say to the pretty girl he admires so
much. “We all please each other, Jeff. Do you think that’s
awful?”
He’s like a fish that’s just been landed, mouth opening and
closing as he tries to take in this revelation. This can’t be
true! It just can’t! He pictures for a second the pretty girl
before him with her legs wide open as her brother fucks her and
he can almost hear her panting as he makes her cum.
“Do you like me, Jeff?” she asks and he blushes, his eyes cast
down. “Do you really fancy me? You know, would you like to... you
know...?”
His face is beet-red and he can’t look her in the face but he
nods, feeling terribly self-conscious.
She stops her washing and turns to face him. He looks up then and
watches in disbelief as she raises her T-shirt and bra in one
movement, showing him her perfect little breasts. His breathing
stops and his eyes bug out as he looks at them. He nearly drops
the plate he’s drying and she takes both from his hands. He’s
staring at her tits, almost drooling, and she knows that she has
him hooked.
“Touch them, Jeff,” she says softly and moves towards him. “Feel
them. Touch my nipples, Jeff.”
His trembling hands go up to feel her warm flesh and his fingers
go over the erect nipples. She sighs at his touch and her hand
goes down to the front of his pants to fondle his rapidly
expanding cock. He breathes in sharply and she brings his head
down so that his lips are against one of her nipples. He doesn’t
need telling; he takes it between his lips and touches the tip of
his tongue to it.
“That feels good, Jeff. Your cock feels nice. Do you like me
stroking it like this?” and he nods, his mouth now beginning to
suck harder on her nipple.
“Wait, Jeff,” she says and pulls away from him. He looks in
confusion but she goes on, “Wait till tonight, Jeff. When we’re
all together, we can all fuck each other. You like John, don’t
you?” she asks and he nods. “Do you think you could be with Daddy
too, just for me?”
He’s been caught, of course, well and truly on the hook she has
baited to catch him. Jeff has never considered the possibility of
a healthy adult male fancying him and he’s not quite sure how he
feels about it. His eyes still focus on June’s beautiful breasts
as she’s talking and all he knows is that he wants them, and
more.
She pulls down her T-shirt and says, “Let’s get these dishes
finished and then we can relax,” and he happily picks up the
tea-towel again. She leaves him for just a minute and goes to the
living-room, telling me and Dad we need to take a shower and
somebody will join us. I think now I’ve worked out what she wants
to happen. That scheming girl is really something else!
Dad and I go upstairs, get undressed and go to the bathroom. His
lips seek out mine and we kiss, his tongue thrusting between my
lips, and I suck it. Our cocks are thickening as we kiss and his
hands go around me to fondle my bottom. His hands are strong and
he pulls my cheeks apart easily and puts a fingertip to my little
pink rosebud.
Jeff has followed June to her bedroom and she starts to undress
him, encouraging him to strip her naked too. His eyes travel over
each inch of her naked body as it is revealed and before she is
completely naked, his cock is as hard as a rock. When she has him
naked too, she says softly, “You look gorgeous, Jeff. I can see
why John loves you.”
She leads him by the hand and they enter the bathroom to find me
on my knees in front of Dad, licking and sucking his big erect
cock. She kneels next to me, bringing Jeff down to his knees next
to her. I give up Dad’s cock, surrendering it to June who then
encourages Jeff to join her in licking and sucking his thick
shaft and the massive balls in his ball-sac beneath.
“Feel it, Jeff! Feel Daddy’s big cock!” she says softly and
places Jeff’s hand on her father’s long shaft. He feels the
turgid flesh, amazed at the size and texture; it’s much different
to my own dick and Jeff handles the first adult cock in his 12
years of life. June has withdrawn her mouth from Dad’s knob and
Jeff is eager to taste it himself and he opens wide to take in
the large stiff organ. It feels good and he knows now that this
will not be the only adult cock he will be tasting in the future.
June is standing next to me, kissing me and fondling my erection,
and she occasionally looks down to see that Jeff is still
enjoying sucking Dad’s large cock. Dad then pulls him to his feet
and pulls him into his chest and his hands go behind Jeff to
fondle his young buttocks. Jeff kisses Dad’s neck as his bottom
is kneaded and soon Dad’s wet finger finds the boy’s bum-hole. As
Dad pushes into it, Jeff tilts his head and Dad kisses him,
opening his lips and forcing his thick tongue inside.
I leave June and kneel behind Jeff, licking Dad’s finger and
Jeff’s anus, making lots of saliva as lubrication for them both.
Jeff forces his bottom back towards me, trying to get my tongue
into his hole, and Dad leaves me to the task while grasping
Jeff’s hard cock and wanking it. Jeff leans slightly forward and
opens his legs wider and eventually I can force the tip of my
tongue through his sphincter. He breathes hard into Dad’s mouth
as I wiggle my tongue inside him and that makes Dad hotter too.
After two minutes of this, Dad has had all he can take so he
turns Jeff around and there’s no resistance from Jeff as he’s
placed on the floor on his hands and knees. Dad kneels behind him
and forces the tip of his thick tongue inside Jeff’s bum-hole,
adding much of his saliva to mine. I notice June has been to the
bathroom cabinet and she stands close to us, Vaseline in hand.
We both watch as Dad places his large knob at his young lover’s
bum-hole and Jeff tenses, waiting for his virginity to be taken
by this strong man. As the big knob pushes forward, Jeff’s
rosebud resists and the 12-year-old wonders why it won’t go in. I
kneel next to his head and whisper to him.
“Push out, Jeff, like you’re going to shit.” He nods and does
what I suggest.
As Dad’s knob begins to enter Jeff, the boy’s eyes open wide. He
never thought it would feel like this. His sphincter opens
incredibly wide and the large knob slides through it, and Jeff
panics at the thought of his hole being torn apart by this
assault. I whisper to him, trying to ease his panic.
“Relax, Jeff. He’ll be careful with you. Just let him love you.”
Dad has paused to let Jeff’s hole get used to the size of his
knob and I kiss Jeff and stroke his back.
“It’s so big,” he whispers and I whisper back, “I know. But
you’ll love it when he fucks you.”
Dad pushes forward an inch and Jeff sighs into my mouth. Another
inch and Jeff sighs again and I kneel up to watch the penetration
of my friend by Daddy’s long thick cock. He pulls back for a
moment and then pushes forward again, getting another inch of his
manhood into my friend’s sexy bottom. Dad’s eyes are firmly fixed
on the gorgeous little bottom before him and his ecstasy shows on
his face as he begins to fuck the boy properly.
Jeff’s eyes close as his feelings go from panic to excitement and
when I’m sure that he’s enjoying what Dad is doing to him, I
shuffle round so that I’m kneeling right in front of Jeff. I
place my knob to Jeff’s lips and he opens his eyes to see what it
is and then he opens his mouth to suck it in. He sucks and licks
my dick as Dad fucks him steadily and I feel his tongue as it
licks my pee-slit.
June watches the three men in her life as they please each other
and her hand strokes her pussy which is now wet with her arousal.
Her father fucks the attractive boy’s bottom while her brother
fucks the boy’s mouth and she’s turned on by the sight of this.
She moves forward and kneels next to the groups so she can watch
them close up.
“Do you like two at once, Jeff? Does it feel nice?” she asks
softly and he nods. “You want Daddy to pump spunk into you? You
like being fucked?” and he nods again, this time more vigorously.
“You’re dirty boys and I love you all.” She reaches underneath
him and feels his erection. “You’re leaking pre-cum, dirty boy.
You must like what they’re doing to you,” she says and smiles. “I
want your cock in me later. Don’t forget,” and she squeezes his
cock.
Dad’s getting close and so am I. My dick has been sucked lovingly
and I’m going to fill Jeff’s mouth but despite my lust, I have to
remember that this is probably the first time somebody has cum in
his mouth. I feel my balls tighten and I can’t stop it. My cock
jerks and I start to spurt hot spunk into my boyfriend’s mouth.
He chokes on the first gob of spunk but I can’t stop all the rest
coming up behind it. He coughs and begins to swallow but some of
my spunk runs down his chin.
Oh Jesus! Dad’s cumming too! While Jeff is trying to deal with my
spunk, we hear Dad groan and he feels Dad’s big cock jerk inside
him and he stops for a second to savour his first load of spunk
shot into his rectum. Stopping swallowing my spunk means that his
mouth is filling up at the same time as his bottom. This must be
heaven for him and I’m slightly envious of what he must be
feeling.
June watches intently, seeing the intense pleasure in Jeff’s
face, and she wanks him harder so that he’ll come quickly. It’s
only seconds later when she sees his hot spunk splash onto the
floor beneath him. She keeps wanking him, surprised at the amount
of white hot liquid that he pumps out of his body.
“Ooh, Jeff! How nice it must be to be a man!” she says and kisses
his cheek.
My dick has stopped jerking in his mouth but he doesn’t spit it
out, instead just sucking gently on it. Dad’s pumping has also
stopped and he’s still panting as he falls forward and covers
Jeff’s body with his own. We are both spent but hold our cocks
inside my boyfriend, letting the last of our sperm dribble into
both ends of his fine body.
Jeff is on the point of collapse and Dad senses this, so he pulls
gently out of Jeff’s bottom and rolls off him to lie on the floor
next to him. My own dick has become over-sensitive and I really
need to pull out too and when I pull back slightly, Jeff’s mouth
releases me and I too lie next to him. Jeff’s cock has finished
shooting and he turns over and lies between me and Dad.
June crawls between Jeff’s legs and cleans his cock as Dad and I
watch and then she comes to each of us and sucks our cocks clean
too. She lies on top of Jeff then and he cuddles her while she
plays idly with Dad’s cock and mine.
“Did you like it?” she asks Jeff softly and he smiles at her and
his eyes sparkle.
“Oh yes,” he says and his hands caress her bum-cheeks.
“Will you sleep with me and John tonight?” she asks and he looks
at me and grins.
“Yes, please!” he says and we smile at each other, and then I
reach over and kiss him.
A minute later, Dad is going to leave us so he kisses Jeff and
asks if he’ll come over again sometime because he thinks that
Jeff is a real hottie. He blushes deeply but says that he hopes
he can come again real soon and he kisses Dad, forcing his tongue
into Dad’s mouth. Then Dad leaves to go to his own room.
“Don’t be surprised,” says June, laughing, “if he comes in the
middle of the night and he wants to fuck you again. Daddy’s
insatiable.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” says Jeff and then blushes when he
realises what he’s said.
“How about we have a shower and then we can go again?” says June
and she looks at Jeff. “I hope you don’t get tired quickly.
You’ve got a lot of loving to do tonight.”
END
June - The Incest Years