ARCHIVED STORY

STORY TITLE Phone Call
AUTHOR  L.W.M
AUTHOR EMAIL  
CODES M/g, inc, bro/sis, no sex
DATE ADDED Saturday, July 12, 2003 2:19 PM

 

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RINNNG-RINNNG-RINNNG “Hello Hart residence. Luke speaking.” Luke said into the phone, without ever taking his eyes off his cute little blonde hair, blue eyed sister “I’m just calling to make sure your watching Sara. I know your friends are there and, how you boys tend to ignore her..” Jan Hart answered back. “Don’t worry Mom I’m watching her real close.” The boy said, as his little sister slipped her tube top off, exposing her little puffy pink quarter sized nipples. He couldn’t wait to run his across those sexy tips.

“And if you want I left the making for tacos in the fridge.” Jan added thoughtfully. “Yeah Mom I’m pretty sure I’ll have a taco later.” Luke replied coyly, as the little eleven year old slithered out of, her white cotton panties. He couldn’t wait to bury his face in that little hairless beaver. Every boy here loved the taste of that juicy little cunt and the way she squirmed , when she had a tongue inside of her.

“And Luke I know you‘re thirteen but please try and, do things that she can play too” Jan added. She worried because poor Sara didn’t have anyone around to buddy with, except her big brother and boys can be so cruel. However Jan had to admit lately Luke had been very attentive to his sisters needs. “Stop worrying Mom we’re always looking for new games she can play with us.” Luke answered trying to sound whinny. He wanted to tell her J. D. was playing little Dutch Boy with her right now and, latter they planned to play hide the pickle but, thought better of it. At eleven Sara had already mastered working her vaginal muscles and, could really milk a cock making hide the pickle a very fun game indeed.

“Oh I almost forgot there’s some fudge in the cookie jar if you guys want a snack.” Jan mentioned thoughtfully. “Yeah thanks I’m pretty sure we’ll have some fudge Mom.” Luke relied with a laugh, thinking about the fudge packing the four of them would be giving that little tight ass. If he could ever get off the fucking phone. He hoped his Mom would soon run out shit to think of. Right now she sitting on the coffee table with Bills face buried in that sweet tight pussy. If it weren’t for this call that would be his face.

“One more thing honey, don’t let her pester daddy when he gets home. You know how she does.” She reminded her son. That girl was always wiggling around in her daddy’s lap giving him blue balls and, then when Mom got home he would want to fuck. Sometimes Jan thought she ought to make him fuck Sara but, her little girl was to sweet for that. “Don’t worry Mom I’ll see to it we’ll play so hard, she’ll be to tired to bother Dad. Luke assured her. After all with four of them fucking her she should be tired.

“Okay I’ll hang-up you guys have fun.”


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