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From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)

Subject: FamNight 1/7 "Family Night"

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WARNING: This story is fiction and should be treated as such. The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do not read any further. I am not the author. I don't have the talent. I can only be the "TheEditor."

Family Night

Chapter 1

"Come on, honey," Laura whispered into Don's ear, tugging at his arm.
Don gave a little embarrassed laugh, largely for the benefit of the children who were sitting directly across from them. He and Laura had just returned from ten days honeymoon in Mexico, and somehow, he wanted to reassure the children ... Laura's children really, that he'd be a good father to them. He wasn't quite sure how to go about the whole thing, but he was determined to try.
"Tell us more about Mexico, Don!" MaryAnn piped up, her bright eyes scanning her new stepfather's face for some indication of how it would be to live with him.
Rick meanwhile, sat watching his mother. It seemed odd to him that she'd hardly kissed him hello and now, she wasn't really paying any attention to them, but kept looking at Don with that strange expression. He'd never seen his mother with such a queer look on her face! It made him very uncomfortable, and he wished they would leave, since that seemed to be what his mother wanted to do.
"We'll tell you all about it in the morning, darlings," Laura replied, brushing her dark hair back from her face with her hand. "Right now, Mommie and Don are tired from their trip!" She gave a delicate yawn as if to corroborate this, and whispered into Don's ear again.
"I feel all hot and bothered, baby come on!"
Don blushed a bright red and stood up. In spite of himself, he realized that he had an enormous erection, and he hoped the kids wouldn't notice. As soon as he could, he turned his back to them and started toward the bedroom door. It was strange. This was going to be his new home, with a ready-made family to boot. Once more he wondered if he'd thought the whole thing out carefully enough before deciding to marry Laura ... but as usual, he abandoned it, because it was too late now. Laura jumped up from the sofa, and went to kiss the children goodnight. Absentmindedly, she rumpled their hair and patted their heads.
"Goodnight, darlings ... see you in the morning!"
"Goodnight mother!" Rick and MaryAnn echoed. "Night, Don!"
Their faces reflected their curiosity and confusion caused by their mother's marriage, and as they watched the newlyweds walk arm in arm into their mother's bedroom, they looked at each other nervously.
Rick was only thirteen and his sister a year older, but they both had the precocity of extra bright children that comes from being largely on their own. Growing up with no father, they had learned quickly how to get along by themselves when their young and pretty mother was at work. But now, things were going to be quite different, and they knew it ... and judging from the way it was starting out, neither one of them thought they were going to like it much.
MaryAnn went over to turn on the TV and then let her petite body drop heavily into the big easy chair. Her brother sat on the sofa opposite her, depression making him frown slightly as he watched the flickering screen.
When Laura closed the door behind them she immediately threw her arms around Don's neck, pressing her voluptuous body as close to his as she possibly could, letting the proud, firm peaks of her breasts dig sensuously into his chest. She had stopped wearing a bra altogether during their honeymoon, expressly for the purpose of inflaming her new husband. And she'd found that it always worked. As his hands moved swiftly up from her waist she heard the expected gasp that came from his lips as he slid up under her blouse and found her bare golden tanned breasts, just waiting for his touch.
"Oh, baby ..." he murmured.
He had felt funny at first doing this while the children were sitting right out in the living room of the small California house ... but now, he rapidly forgot them, and began to concentrate all his attention on Laura. He'd never known a woman as hungry for sex as she was, and it made him turn into a lust ridden madman, when she would tell him at the most unexpected times that she wanted him ... just had to have him. His ego was happily confused at the craving his new wife had acquired for him ... but he couldn't complain. Almost any man would give his eyeteeth to be in his position, he thought now, as he slid his tongue between Laura's invitingly parted lips. Her head was tilted back slightly and her eyes were closed. The dark fringed eyelashes fluttered slightly as his hand dwelled lovingly upon the smooth flesh of her taut breasts, twisting the nipples softly between thumb and forefinger and making them like hard little balls.
Her slender body felt over-warm and moist against him and he wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there. He could feel the sweat standing out on his forehead as their kiss continued, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth, searching out every hidden crevice, sucking slowly, methodically, as his penis grew to mammoth proportions against her belly.
"Come on ..." he said suddenly, breaking away from her. "Come on over here!"
Laura, flushed and out of breath, followed her husband. Her slacks and blouse were rumpled from being drenched with perspiration, and she could think of only one thing. Soon, she would be writhing in naked passion beneath the body of the wonderful man she'd married. Her entire being seemed to long for him, to belong utterly to him, and she wanted to prove it to him again and again. It wasn't the way it had been before they were married, while they were dating, when Don would have to convince her to make love with him. And somehow then, even when they did make love, she had been unable to let herself go completely. Now, it was different. Now she wanted to please him so much, that she could hardly control herself.
Watching him with lust dulled eyes, Laura started to remove her blouse, noting that her new husband, and now, father of her children, too was rapidly taking off his clothes. She pulled it off over her head, and then shook her dark curly hair so that it wouldn't hang in her face. She was naked to the waist and though proud of the shapely round, widely spaced, brown tipped breasts, she trembled a little nonetheless under Don's avid scrutiny. Before she had finished undoing her waistband of her slacks, he, completely nude by this time, stepped forward and pressed his face between the beautiful melon shaped swellings, running his tongue hungrily from one perfect, erect nipple to the next.
Her pale blue slacks slid from her hips to the floor, revealing the round luscious curve of her thighs and hips. A smooth, gently curving belly topped the inverted crown of the tremulous "vee" between her legs. A profusion of dark curly pubic hair glistened through the transparency of bikini nylon panties that started way below her deep set navel. Many people had told her that she resembled Elizabeth Taylor, and this resemblance was not only facial, but physical, for Laura's body was reminiscent of the star's at her very best.
Laura gasped and caught on to her husband's wagging head, to prevent falling backwards. He was muttering endearing terms into her breasts, and she could feel a definite tingling around her nipples where his teeth had started to nibble. Her breasts felt hot and swollen as though they might explode, and she wanted desperately to lie down. Right there on the rug if necessary. She pulled backwards a little to make this message clear to her husband, and as she did so, the smooth bulbous head of his erect penis bumped against her upper thigh. It grazed sideways along her leg and then skidded against her panties, right at the fullest point of her half hidden pussy.
A shudder of desire went through her, and Don let himself be pulled over backwards, grabbing her around the waist to make their landing soft. Her back pressing into the rug beside the bed, Laura enjoyed the split second of waiting before Don's muscular body crushed down upon her. Oh, God, she thought ... this was the best part! Just the sheer weight of him on me. She felt absolutely marvelous to be pinned down flat on her back, to have him hard and lean over her, manipulating her, taking her!
Don's hardened penis was excitingly red and stiff as it pressed against his new wife's luscious thigh, and he thought he would go crazy if he didn't enter her soon. It was as though they hadn't made love in ages, and yet they had just been at it for almost an hour that very morning, before catching the plane home. He wanted her every bit as much now as he had then, and he hurriedly hooked his thumbs into the elastic of her flimsy panties, pulling down on them. Laura lifted the full pliant moons of her lush buttocks up off the floor to assist him, and soon, she lay naked and quivering beneath him. The fabric of the rug felt warm and prickly beneath the smooth flesh of her buttocks and down between her legs, her tender, gently throbbing pussy felt open and vulnerable, just waiting for his hardened cock to worm its way inside of it.
"Oh, Don," she cooed, "oh hurry, darling, hurry!"
He was hovering over her now, on his knees, her legs between his spread thighs ... and his long, thick cock pointed straight out from the base of his flat stomach. Looking down at her, he thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, she looked like some goddess who was just created for love and nothing else. Nudging his knees between her long, graceful legs, he spread Laura's thighs as far as he could. She was moaning a little now, and he enjoyed watching the expression of torment that twisted her lovely features. His surging penis bobbed obscenely now, anxious to get on with it, as Don let his fingers wander down along the soft surface of his wife's flat and trembling belly. Every touch now he knew was sheer agony to her. He would let her wait just for a little while longer. His fingers approached the curve of her lower belly, and she began to toss her head to and fro on the rug. He intertwined his fingers in the moist curly hair of her silken pussy, and then spread the small pulsating pillows of flesh apart. Looking curiously downward, he examined the delicate coral pink of Laura's open cunt. Her hips twisted as she squirmed, pleading for mercy as Don's teasing middle finger inserted itself among the soft pink lips of her moist, waiting pussy. The thick pad of his finger pressed downward on the tiny head of Laura's clitoris, and he felt it jump like a frightened animal. It twitched, and grew steadily larger beneath the relentless pressure of his finger, until he felt it hardening and beginning to throb like a little prick ready for love.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she cried, as he began a steady flicking motion in the ever moistening opening of her pussy. It was getting better by the second, and Laura was now completely lost in the throes of mounting pleasure, her face a mask of lustful longing.
Perspiration dripped from Don's chest and hair, and he saw the drops falling upon the velvet peach of his wife's skin. A drop fell directly between her firm full breasts, and then another upon her belly, right near her navel.
"Christ, you're gorgeous," he said to her, breathing heavily.
The feel of her seeping wet beneath his finger was incredible. The smooth pink flesh of her pussy slipped and nibbled deliciously until he thought sure he'd have to stop and fuck her right then. But he wanted to continue the unbearable teasing that he knew would make Laura turn into a wild screaming banshee of lust underneath him.
"Kiss me, darling ... kiss me!" she pleaded finally and the words were like hot coals searing right through him. Quickly he bent to do as she asked and as he did so, he took his swollen cock in one hand and guided it unerringly toward her wide-spread cuntal opening. Removing his fingers from her pussy, he slipped his tongue far back in her mouth, and put his arm underneath her at the waist, pulling upward. At the same time the blood-filled head of his prick touched the tight wet mouth of Laura's vagina, and Don pushed. At first it was too tight, and then it loosened up a bit, just enough for the head of his cock to bury itself snugly inside.
"OOOOOOH" Laura cried, bucking her hips upward spasmodically. "OH GOD!" Her legs spread still further out on either side of his body as her eyes rolled back up into her head.
Don grunted and pushed again. He could feel her breasts, smashed against his chest, and her heart, or was it his, pounding hard between them.
"AAAAAAAAArgh!" This time the full length of his thick cock sped like a roaring night train straight to the center of her belly, crashing ahead, pushing the delicate flesh in tiny ripples of pink before it, continuing onward, unstoppable until the very end. With a dull thud it landed against the tip of her womb and stopped, pulsing hard and hungry against it.

MaryAnn looked over toward her brother when she heard her mother's scream. He didn't look up from the comic book he'd recently opened. Hadn't he heard, she wondered? But then she realized that was silly. How could he possibly not have heard that shattering cry? She adjusted her position in her chair uneasily, and for some reason, pulled her short miniskirt down a little over her thighs.
She had started to leave the room to go to bed a few moments ago, but now somehow, she couldn't move. She watched as Rick turned a page of his book and tried to decide whether or not he was really reading or just pretending. Then suddenly there was a very loud bumping noise coming from the bedroom like something being pounded into the floor ... and then it stopped ... only to start again.
Rick jumped up from the sofa and stood, trembling in the middle of the living room. MaryAnn could see that he was terribly upset ... his face was bright red, and he seemed to have trouble breathing. She herself didn't feel terribly well either. She had chills running all up and down her back, and she wished she could think of something to do or say.
The bumping noise was now accompanied by grunts and moans that drifted loudly through the flimsy plywood door of their Mother's bedroom.
"Do ... do you suppose that Mother's all right?" MaryAnn asked, more to break the silence between them than anything else.
She knew there was nothing the matter with Mother, although she hadn't been quite so sure at first. She hadn't been to all those sexy movies in town for nothing ... still and all, those had been movies, and this, well, this was very real! How could Mother be doing such a thing?
She was unprepared for her brother's angry response. He turned on her almost viciously and cried out, "Of course she's all right, you idiot ... don't you know what they're doing in there?" He stalked over to the TV set and turned it on loud. Still the lewd noises came from behind the door. They seemed to be getting louder every minute.
Angry and hurt in her turn, MaryAnn replied, "Yes, you ninnie ... I know ... don't forget, I'm a year older than you ... I know lots of things you don't know ... I know just what they're doing!"
Rick was silent. Ears burning, he returned to the sofa, keeping his eyes averted from the bedroom door.
"As a matter of fact," MaryAnn continued, warming to her speech, "I've even done it myself!" At this she stood up, and after glaring at her brother for a split second, turned and ran from the room. As she ran, she could hear her mother's voice.
"Oh Don ... oh darling, oh, OH YES, DO IT! DO IT TOOO MEEEEE! Oh honey ... GOING TO CUM, I ... I ... IIIIEEEEEEEEEEE! OH, I'M!"
The bumping and scraping and rubbing noises were almost deafening, and yet, the words came out into the living room with crystal clear accuracy.
Rick sat still, hardly daring to breath. The combination of what was going on between his mother and their new father and his sister's recent words had stunned him. His mind was racing, but he couldn't even tell what he was thinking. Even as he heard the last tremulous notes of his mother's climax, he could tell that they were starting up all over again. It wasn't over yet, and it might not be over for a long time! He felt hot all over and looking down, he was surprised to see a rising bulge in his own pants. His shorts were tight as it was, but now, his young thirteen-year-old penis, swollen and bothered, had managed to create a great feeling of discomfort down there.
MaryAnn had said she'd done it herself!
"MMMmMMMMMMMmmm" a steady droning sound now issued from the bedroom, and Rick tried desperately to visualize what was happening. Somehow though he couldn't. He just couldn't really imagine his mother doing what all the fellows at school were always talking about. On the other hand, logically, he saw no reason for her not to ... it was just that he had never thought of her in connection with ... with fucking!
Now all alone in the living room he tried to prevent the creeping of his hand toward the center of his crotch. But it was impossible. His young boy's cock was thick and throbbing and its cramped position in his pants was unbearable. He reached out suddenly and turned out the lamp on the table beside him. Then, in total darkness, he unzipped his fly. His erect young penis popped out easily from his shorts, and before he had thought about it any further he was massaging it lovingly in his hands. It was oddly soothing at a moment like this, when he didn't quite know where to turn for solace. Everything seemed to be crumbling beneath him as though someone had opened a trap door on which he'd been standing. He'd heard MaryAnn's bedroom door close, so he didn't expect her to come out again, and as for his mother and her new husband, well, they were clearly still very much occupied.
Fervently his hand moved up and down on his stiffening prick, as Rick let his head fall back on the sofa. Lips slightly parted, eyes closed, he pulled up the encircling foreskin until it covered the smooth tip of his penis, then forcefully, he brought it back down again. Again and again he continued this, something he'd been doing every night now anyway. But this time, it was different. Dull images of writhing naked bodies formed as his mother's cries grew again, rising to a feverish pitch. His mother, oh mother ... he thought, and in his mind her cries were uniquely combined with the surreptitious motions of his hand on his own hardened young cock. The prickly electrical sensations that raced through him were heightened at each downstroke, and somehow, on each downstroke his mother emitted sigh after throaty sigh. He'd never really thought of masturbation as evil ... they'd been taught in school that it was not ... but now it seemed totally illicit to him to be there in his own living room, exposed as he was and feeling feelings he'd never even dreamed of. Yet, could the connection with his mother be all wrong? As far as he'd been concerned ... up 'til now, she could do no wrong ... whatever wrong there was, therefore, had to do with Don. Anger welled within him, as the reality of the situation dawned on him once more ... shaken from his reverie, he nonetheless continued slipping his fist over his heated penis. It fit so well there in the palm of his hand, snug and warm, now moistened from the seeping of his excitement.
"Oh Don ... don't ever stop fucking me ... don't ever stop ... uuuuuuungh!"
Tears sprang to Rick's eyes as he heard the startling words. And enraged and almost at the point of complete breakdown, he rammed his foreskin quickly down and then jiggled it up the complete length of his penis again, twisting slightly with small teasing motions when he reached the top.
"Oh, no mother ... no ..." something prompted him to say ... "I'll never stop ... I'll never stop!"

There was a stretching feeling in Laura's loins as the tight swollen head of her husband's penis pressed up into her. His long thick cock slithered once more up into the depths of her hungrily throbbing cuntal passage, and the heavy weight of him continued to push down on her. He was taking her with such force that she had trouble breathing, but the fire inside her more than compensated for any discomfort she felt. She was skewered now to the hilt, her cunt walls aching at the thick round pole of lust-hardened flesh they surrounded so tightly. Her entire vaginal passage was consumed with tormented lust. One orgasm had led to another and now, she knew she was going to cum again. How was it possible for her to cum still one more time? But she knew she would. She felt it in her entire being with a profound certainty. She moaned slightly and tried to move a little beneath him. He was really too heavy on her ... much too heavy this time. But she could see from his lust incited features that she could no longer reach him ... he would do with her what he wanted now. It felt as though he was fucking her all the way up to the fullness of her breasts! His hands were cupped underneath her smooth undulating buttocks, and she could feel the pain as his knuckles kneaded hard into her tender flesh. She had attained the state of total submission that she had hoped for. Within her secret passage ... so carefully guarded, all those long years of widowhood ... there were no more secrets from Don's impaling cock. It was what she had wanted, what she needed ... to give herself up completely this way! She thought that if she were to die at that very moment, she would be completely happy.
Her vaginal crevice grew moister still, and a loud sucking noise filled the room every time Don slid out and then slammed brutally back into her helplessly aroused genitals. She felt a gigantic shudder race through her, starting curiously at the nape of her neck. It traced downward toward the base of her spine and then traveled the length of her wide split rectal passage. From there it spread to her vagina and seemed to pause a moment before expanding incredibly within her squirming loins as though it were about to burst her into a zillion tiny pieces. She started to cry out, but the sound caught in her throat, as the orgasm increased, moving outward in all directions at once. Sometimes it seemed to be in her breasts, other times it dwelt upon the bludgeoning head of her husband's cock where it increased and decreased as he continued his steady pounding in and out. She felt him grow bigger still within her, as though he too, were going to split apart, and this tiny addition of bulk within her shattering vagina was enough to dislodge the sound of her voice, as she flailed outwards with arms and legs, hips and buttocks skidding against the rug with each upsurging blow against her convulsing cervix. Wave after wave of dazzling relief, sparkling lights of hot incandescent fireflies, inundated her straining body. Moans of incredulous wonder escaped her lips as every second she thought it would end, but, impossibly the orgasm continued. She was falling through the night, lost in space somewhere, totally weightless. Desperately, her satiny vaginal walls clasped tighter around her husband's enormous penis.
Warm liquid was spreading wetly inside her widely stretched cunt and Don's voice joined hers as she felt his cock pumping ... oh God, what a delicious feeling ... pumping steady streams of seminal fluid deep into the soft pink folks of her hungrily sucking pussy.
When, a short while later, Laura and Don sunk into a mindless bliss of darkness, drenched and satiated and still clinging together, Rick, their son, let loose a hot white stream of cum in the living room, straight into the air. There was not much yet, but it in no way affected the quality of his climax, for on his lips almost unbeknownst to him, were two names ... his mother's and then ... strangely, his own sister's. He had never known such a bittersweet orgasm and although his passion- distorted mind had knowingly been spurred on by his young mother's love cries, Rick was still not sure what it all meant.

Chapter 2

Rick went to bed early, as was his custom ever since his mother had returned home from her honeymoon. Ever since that first terrible night, he had been unable to stay anywhere near the living room at night. Even so, during the week that had passed, he had discovered that grownups did not confine their lovemaking to night time. Over the weekend when Don was home from his job as a surveyor in Marin County, both he and MaryAnn had been startled ... while they were having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the dining nook, to hear the unmistakable sounds of their mother's sexual arousal ... emanating from behind the closed bedroom door.
He and his sister had not been on the best of terms since that first night, but now they looked meaningfully at each other, and each recognized the expression of fright and distress mirrored in the other's eyes. A feeling of dependent kinship resprouted instantly between them.
Indignantly, MaryAnn had beckoned Rick from the house, and they'd gone bike riding until quite late that evening. Neither one of them saying a word to the other about what was uppermost on their minds.
But that had been days ago, and tonight Rick was particularly upset, the reason being that MaryAnn had gone out to a movie that afternoon straight from school, but had not yet returned home. Worried, Rick mentioned it to his mother, but she just shrugged her shoulders and replied that MaryAnn had probably stopped off for a soda the way she usually did after the movies.
He'd given his mother a dark look, hating the fact that she seemed to be getting prettier every day, hating the fact that she paid little attention to either of them any more. Every other word out of her mouth was Don this and Don that. He couldn't stand it! Slamming the door to his room behind him, he raced to his bed, and threw himself upon it, sobbing loudly. He was sure that MaryAnn was out doing it with some boy. Hadn't she said she had done it once? Why wouldn't she do it again then? Each night he had thought more deeply about her compelling confession, and each night he'd grown more curious about it. Alone in his bed with nothing but lascivious thoughts filling his young head, he'd had no choice but to take his thickly swollen penis consolingly in his hands. And the more vivid his imagination became, the more pleasure he found there was to be had in his solitary activity. Sometimes he would try to picture his young 14-year-old sister without any clothes on ... but it was difficult. He knew that her breasts were already growing big like a woman's but it was clear from the way she filled out her dresses and blouses that she was not yet as big as Mother. He wondered if one day she would be! As for the way the rest of her looked, he knew that she had admirably long legs, and graceful calves and ankles. Her hips were slender, almost as slender as his, only her little behind was more full and curvy. And between her legs ... well that was the hardest part to imagine. He knew that there was hair. All the boys at school said it was hairy and there was a little hole of some sort. But what else?
He himself was already sprouting some hairs around his penis, and at first he'd thought that there was something wrong ... that men weren't supposed to have any. But later he'd seen some older boys in the swimming pool and they'd all had hair surrounding their adolescent groins.
Both he and MaryAnn were fair skinned with chestnut colored hair, unlike their dark-tressed mother and she'd always told them that they resembled their father to a tee ... but they'd only seen one fading picture of him in his Air Force uniform, and they'd both been too young when his plane went down to remember anything about him.
Rick's nightly sessions beneath the covers were, he felt, the only thing that kept him going. The days were getting harder and harder as his resentment grew of his new father and his mother. He'd overheard them talking once ... his ears had perked up when he realized they were talking about him and MaryAnn.
"They'll get used to you, Don," his mother had said, in an assuring tone of voice. "Give them a little time. They'll adjust!"
He'd felt like screaming out ... "NO, I'll never adjust ... never! And neither will MaryAnn!" He knew that MaryAnn felt the way he did, but he didn't know any of the details of her thinking. He was really afraid to ask her ... and in a way he thought, they were both hoping it all might go away if they tried to ignore it.
Now surrounded by the familiar objects in his room, all his favorite things around him, Rick felt infinitely safer. His tears gradually abated and through blurry eyes he looked about him. The tree fringed window of his room admitted a dusky twilight. It was another beautiful California summer evening. He could see his baseball bat lying in the corner, his mitt, and lined up against the wall, the track trophies he'd earned last year. Somewhere in the house a door slammed, and Rick's ears strained to hear if it was his sister, or just Don, returning late from work. The sound of his mother's laughter echoing through the house told him it was his new stepfather. WHERE WAS SHE ANYWAY? Was she right at this very moment spreading her legs ... that was the way he'd heard it was done ... and was some boy (WHO?) putting his thing between them? Was she crying out the way Mother did all the time? He began to sob again and turned over on the bed, kicking his long legs out behind him. His penis was once again hard and stiff between his legs, and as he lay on his belly, it pushed onto the mattress of his bed. By moving ever so slightly he would create greater sensations in that area, and soon, he was pushing and grinding his entire pelvis into the bed. Beneath him, the impersonal mattress took on new forms and shapes, and soon he could actually feel his sister writhing nakedly beneath him. She was calling his name, her arms holding him tight, as she raised her lips to kiss him, and he was loving it, loving her, feeling his cock upon her, feeling her tongue, her breasts beneath his chest. The fuzzy area between her legs was rubbing against his heated shaft and he was going to cum any minute. His sister, too, was going to cum. She was screaming and carrying on just like mother and begging him to do it harder, never to stop!
"NNNNNNNNGH!" he groaned, muffling his anguished cries into the pillow ... "OH MARYANN ... OOOOOOOOONNNNNNGH!"
His cum felt like it was starting a long distance away from his corporeal body. It was flying toward him rapidly, and then it was there, MaryAnn beneath him accepted his sperm totally as it came spurting forward, traveling the entire length of his 13-year- old cock, spinning crazily out the opening, releasing the pent-up fever in his balls.
"OH Jesus," he sighed, "Oh God, it's good!"
He groaned a bit as he felt the uncomfortable wetness in between his legs ... and then suddenly he leapt up, for someone had entered his room and turned on the light!
"MaryAnn!" he cried, staring at her in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I heard you call my name," she said. "I was right next door in my room. You seemed to be making quite a racket in here ... What are you doing?" She looked around the room suspiciously, and then back at her younger brother's face. Her gaze drifted idly downward toward his stained and still bulging trousers. Embarrassed, she turned her eyes away and Rick moved quickly toward the bathroom that connected their rooms.
"I've been in my room for hours," she called after him. "Came in through the window ... I can't stand going through the

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