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 What Mom and Dad Don't Know
   An Erotic Novel by Peter Teamo
   This is a work of fiction.  Names, places, characters and incidents are
either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously,
and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations,
events or locales is entirely coincidental.
   What Mom and Dad Don't Know (C) 2005 by Peter Teamo
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   Chapter 5
   The pair in the living room--Anne, naked, and Shana still clothed--both
looked relieved when Molly and Rory returned.
   "Are we ready to get the show on the road?" asked Shana, staring at
Rory's cock, which was flopping from side to side like a huge sausage as he
walked.
   Anne's eyes stared, too, with a look of longing.
   "Go to it," Molly whispered to her brother, giving him a pat on his
naked ass.  "She's all yours." Leaving him, she hurried over to where her
cameras were set up.
   Rory smiled and walked right to Shana.  His mind completely blocked out
the others in the room; it was just her and him.  He had no idea how this
had all come about, but here she was, a special treat for him.  A real,
live, sexy girl who was waiting for him, ready and willing...expecting. 
God, he hoped he could give her what she wanted.  She would have no trouble
pleasing him.  She looked so sexy standing there in that dinky top and
shorts with that red jewel sparkling in her navel.  She had kicked off her
shoes, and her feet were bare.
   "I-I was getting tired of waiting," she said, looking into his eyes as
he placed his hands on her hips.
   But he noted that her look of confidence and changed to apprehension. 
She was expecting him to take charge, and she didn't know what he was going
to do.
   Neither did he.
   "I've been waiting for you--what's your name?"
   "Shana."
   "Shana?  Oh, yeah.  You're Irvin's girlfriend.  Anyway, I've been
looking forward to this--waiting for you, all my life," he told her.
   A gleam of surprise came into her eye.  "What a nice thing to say! 
Nobody told me you had a romantic streak."
   "Tell him what to do," Molly whispered loudly, moving in close with her
handheld camera.
   "Oh, yeah." She pulled a wad of bubblegum from her mouth and stuck it
behind her ear.  "For later," she explained with a smile.  "It still has
some flavor.  Kiss me."
   Rory bumped into her nose, getting into position, but he found her mouth
to be warm and soft and welcoming.  He pulled her into his arms and felt
her body fitting firm and womanly against him.  Her tongue rolled around
his, and his dipped into her mouth and tasted her bubblegum flavor.  The
soft, little bumps of her breasts pressed against his chest.
   He kissed her lips, her nose, her eyes, her cheeks, her neck.  Then he
pushed up her top to reveal her cute tits.  They were smaller than either
his sister's or Anne's, but they stood out as firm, prominent peaks with
puffy nipples.  A-cup, he thought to himself.  Which made the other two
girls at least a B.  So his mom would be a C.  Wow, suddenly it all fit
together and made sense!
   He took a tit in each hand and squeezed them, making the tips protrude
so that his tongue could dart back and forth between them, teasing both
nipples to hard peaks.  His teeth gnawed gently on her sensitive nipple
flesh and sent sensations whizzing through her body.
   "Oooooh yesssss!" Shana whined
   She pushed her top all the way off and than ran her fingers through his
hair as he licked her tits.  They were sweaty and tasty and he left them
glistening with saliva as his tongue continued downward over her firm,
golden stomach.  He paused to lick her navel and inspect the jewel that was
lodged there.  Silly girl, he thought.  Her bellybutton was cute enough, It
didn't need any decoration.  She seemed to be ticklish there, and while she
giggled, his fingers undid her skirt and slid it down her legs.  He pulled
her panties down next.
   "Oh, this is so exciting!" she exclaimed as she balanced herself with
one hand on his shoulder while she lifted each foot in turn so that he
could free her of her last garment.  "Irvin would have been in and out of
me by now, but you haven't even touched my pussy yet."
   "That's coming," he promised her, watching as she laid herself down in
the center of the towel, legs spread and knees drawn up.
   "Wait a minute!" said Molly, stepping between her brother and his
objective.  "Let me get a shot of this."
   Rory was actually thankful for the interruption.  Things might be going
nicely for Shana, but they were moving way to fast for him.  Premature
ejaculation was becoming a very real possibility.  He tried to rein in his
breathing while his sister recorded the girl's pornographic pose for the
sake of the grandkids.  The short interlude was just enough to kill his
excitement, and he was ready to start anew when she finally moved out of
the way.
   Crawling between her legs, he got his first good look at her pussy.  It
had been shaved bare.  With her thighs spread, it reminded him of a turkey
stuffed and ready for the oven.  And, man!  How he loved turkey!  He
slipped his fingers between her thighs, and spread the lips of her vulva.
Geez, it was perfect!  Exactly like the line drawing he still had from his
Sex Ed class.  Everything neatly in place and easy to identify.  His
nostrils twitched as they took in the scent that he was learning to
identify as the smell of an aroused woman.  The thought made him shudder.
She was hot and ready.  For him.
   With his fingers, he circled the opening of her vagina.  Then, he
stroked around her clit.  His fingers moved into her vagina while his thumb
stretched up to tease her clit.
   "Aaahh!" she sighed.  Her thighs shook, and she became liquid inside. 
She arched her back, and Rory realized something was happening.  Something
major.
   "Ohhhh...."
   Geez!  She was coming.  He dropped his head and drew her clit into his
mouth.  He sucked on the hood and teased its tiny tip with his tongue while
she wailed and twisted and rolled and bucked her hips.  Then, she let out a
long sigh and sagged back to the floor.
   "God!  I can't believe that...."
   He wouldn't have, either, if he hadn't heard it, seen it, and even felt
the gentle tremor of her pussy around his embedded fingers.  Okay, she'd
had hers; it was his turn.  He couldn't wait any longer.
   Lifting his hips, he aimed his turgid cock and pressed downward.  His
cockhead hit somewhere in the middle of her split and slid up almost to her
bellybutton.  He tried again--
   "Stop!"
   Rory sat back on his heels and shook his head to clear his senses. 
"Huh?"
   "Who's got the condom?"
   Suddenly, there was an extra pair of hands between him and Shana.  His
cock was gripped and a condom was rolled down, covering it.  Then, Anne was
leaning over, hugging him, and kissing him.  "I love you, Studly," she
whispered.
   "I love you too, Pickles," he was able to get out between pants.
   "Hey!  He's fucking me!"
   Anne moved away
   "No more interruptions!" declared Shana.  She grabbed Rory's cock.  "Put
it here!" she said, positioning it for him.
   Rory let out a deep breath as he pushed forward...and sank his cock into
the softest, warmest, tightest, slushiest, and most exciting place it had
ever been in his life.
   "Fourscore and seven years ago..."
   He pushed forward again.
   "...our fathers brought forth, upon this continent..."
   And again.
   "...a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition
that all men are created equal--"
   "Oh, God!  Here I go again.  Eeeeeeyyyyaaaahhhhh!"
   Rory panted, breathing erratically.  This couldn't be happening--no, his
had to be a dream.  Still, he stroked.  Hard.  Harder!
   "Come here!" Molly hissed, gesturing for Anne to join her.  She was
lying on the carpet, directly behind the fucking couple, with her video
camera hardly two feet away and aimed directly at their union.  Anne
scrambled over and stretched out on her belly beside her.  "Have you ever
seen such a thing?."
   Anne hadn't.  So close that she could smell their heated friction, she
was seeing her lover's thick prick work in and out of the girl's pussy as
smoothly as if it were a well-lubricated piston.
   "She must really be tight," whispered Molly.  "Look how her pussy turns
almost inside-out following him as he pulls out."
   "It's disgusting," Anne muttered, watching wide-eyed.  She was utterly
fascinated.
   "It is rather for us the living--"
   Oh, geez!  He was going to die.  There was no way he was gong to be able
to stand this any longer--
   "...and that government of the people, by the people, for the people--"
   Just one more time--once more....
   "...shall not perish from the earth."
   He exploded inside.  Sperm splashed deep and his eyeballs rolled behind
closed lids.  Another charge of creamy heat erupted from his loins and he
let out a guttural growl that harmonized with the high-pitched shriek that
came from the body that was twisting beneath him.  One last blast of
passion-charged lust left him completely exhausted, and he collapsed atop
warm, trembling flesh.
   It was, without a doubt, the high point of his young life.
   He had only a moment before the girl pushed him off.  He rolled over
onto his back.  She followed him over, her mouth heading straight for his
juice-coated cock.  "Damn, boy!  You spilled Aqua Velva all over yourself!"
   "That's enough!"
   The pair were forcefully separated, and Rory found himself pulled to his
feet.  Anne steadied him as he came to his senses and his breathing eased.
"Are you all right?" she asked him.
   "Yeah.  I'm okay."
   She hugged him, and the warmth of her body felt good.  Really good.  "I
love you," she whispered.
   "I love you too," he returned.
   While the pair stood, quietly embraced, just enjoying their closeness,
they could hear Shana chattering away in the background.  "That brother of
yours is something else.  He made me come three times !  Can you imagine
that?  Three orgasms--that's more than some women have in a lifetime.  Talk
about multiple blowing your mind!--Sorry I messed up on the klutz part.  I
mean, what can you do with a guy like that?--Darn, it's getting late!  I've
got to get home and get ready.  Irvin's picking me up for a movie in an
hour.  Boy, is he going to be surprised!  None for him tonight--I've
already had it!" She giggled, Then she asked for a pen or pencil.
   A minute later, she was walking toward Rory.  "Here--what's his name
again?"
   "Rory," answered Molly.
   "Anyway, here's my phone number, Rory," she said, handing him a scrap of
paper.  "Just say you're the klutz and I'll remember you.  Call me
anytime--I'm only ten minutes away.  I can be here lickety-split."
   "I'll take that," said Anne, pulling the paper from Rory's hand as Molly
conducted Shana to the door.  She carefully tore it into tiny pieces, and
then dropped them into an ashtray.
   Molly shut and locked the front door, and then she leaned back against
it and laughed.  "Yuck!  Slut personified!  That Shana is something else."
She moved toward the embracing couple and smiled at Rory.  "Was it good,
little brother?  Huh?  Did you have the time of your life."
   Rory grinned.  "It was incredible."
   "He's had better," Anne sneered, "I'm sure."
   "Not recently," said Rory.
   He held out his arms and let Anne use the towel from the floor to dry
away the mementos of his first coupling from his pubic area.  She was
careful to avoid using the section of the towel his slutty partner had just
used for the same purpose.
   "Did you get some tips, Anne?" asked Molly.
   "It looked to me like she did a lot of squirming around."
   "Yeah," said Rory.  "Damn, she was lively!"
   "Well, I've got it all on tape.  I got some really great angles!  Rory,
was right--the practice is going to help me make a really great tape of
your special time.  I'll edit it tomorrow and you'll have almost two weeks
to watch it and learn the techniques."
   Anne started to bawl.  "What if--what if my techniques--what if they're
not any good?"
   Rory hugged her close, and once again his chest was bathed with her
tears.  This was getting to be a habit, he thought.  But not an unpleasant
one.  He stroked her back, trying to soothe her, "It'll be all right," he
assured her.  "I think I've got it down pat, now.  I'll see you through
it."
   "Will you do me as well as you did Shana?"
   "Even better," he promised.
   "Oh, Studly, you're so sweet!  I'm so happy I'm falling in love with
you." She lifted her lips, and they kissed.  Their tongues moved smoothly
together, in an embrace that was becoming natural for them.
   "Okay, guys.  That's enough.  Break it up."
   "Butt out, Sis!  Give us some privacy."
   "There'll be no unchaperoned fiddling around while I'm in charge!"
   "Oh, come on, Molly," Anne pleaded.
   "It's no skin off my nose," Molly said.  "Look!" She waved a hand toward
her brother.  "You're getting him aroused again.  It's your virginity at
stake here, not mine."
   Anne turned to Rory with a pained expression.  "Darn it!  She's right.
You're just too darned potent!"
   "Shit!" said Rory.  "I think I'll have another beer."
   "You do, and I'll call the folks."
   "Try something else, Sis.  You won't call the folks.  You're mixed up in
this thing as much as I am."
   Molly shrugged.  "Go ahead and have another beer, then.  I guess we
won't be needing Mom and Dad's big bed after all."
   "Why do you say that?"
   "Because you'll be passed out, numb nuts!"
   "You piss me off!" he informed her.
   She laughed.  "I love you, too.  Now, go upstairs and take a shower. 
Get all that slut's gunk off of you.  You might have gotten cooties--or who
knows what else.  When you're done, come back down and lie on the couch and
rest up.  You need to build your strength back up--for bedtime," she added
with a sly wink.  "Anne and I will fix something to eat.  You want
Hamburger Helper or spaghetti?"
   "Hamburger Helper."
   "I'll think we'll fix spaghetti.  Come on, Anne." The two started for
the kitchen.  "Did you smell that cheap perfume she was wearing?"
   "I'll bet it came from the dollar store."
   "If it had been me, going out to make love to someone, I would have
taken the time to put on something special--probably my mother's
Shalimar...."
   Rory shook his head and headed for the stairs.  A lot they knew!  He
didn't care what they said, Shana had been a good fuck.  More than
good--totally awesome!  Fucking was awesome!  God, he was no longer a
virgin!  Freddy was never going to believe this...
   Rory was walking on air for a few glorious moments.  Until he stubbed
his toe on the top stair.
   "Shit!" he mumbled, and he hobbled off to the bathroom.
   * * *
   The early evening passed slowly for Rory.  But fresh from his shower,
and with his sexual passions temporarily appeased, he didn't mind, and he
was thoroughly content, just being naked and free.  Just like in the nudist
magazine, all three teens seemed to be taking their clothesless freedom in
stride.  Although Rory was constantly aware of the girls, he no longer
ogled them; he was able to study them at leisure.
   After they ate dinner and cleaned up the kitchen, Molly insisted that it
was too early to go to bed, so they watched a movie instead.  Having seen
the video three times already, Rory was not interested in the movie, but he
didn't tire of watching the girls while they watched it.
   He was fascinated at first by their breasts and the amazing way they
changed shape each time they moved.  One minute they were big, the next
they had retreated back into their body and were practically nonexistent.
Never big enough to droop, they did hang nicely at times, pretty, rounded
bulbs with sharply etched nipples.  A totally awesome sight.
   Their dark muffs he found especially appealing.  They never quite
revealed anything, but just the thought of the secrets he now knew they
concealed was enough to keep his blood warm.
   And then he found himself studying Anne's face.  She was truly
beautiful, and it was strange that he had never noticed it before.  Her
eyes and eyelashes, the shape of her nose, her expression--which was never
less than a half-smile, her cheeks with always the hint of dimples.  He was
truly lucky to have such a beautiful girl show an interest in him, and
seeing his dog tag--the absolute only thing she was wearing--dangling
between her tits filled him with pride.  Then, he glanced over at his
sister.  She, too, had a beautiful face.  Sexy, even, the way she smiled.
   It was strange, he thought.  Here he was, the girls naked, and he was
looking at their faces.  But then, why not?  Tits, after all, were a bit
like noses, weren't they?--and pussies were nothing more than mouths. 
Every one different.  And none of it was like the gross pictures in
Freddie's porn magazines.  Tits, pussies, noses, mouths, chins, butts--they
were all interesting.  A girl was interesting--it was as simple as that. 
And even better, she could be fucked.  Yep, girls were truly amazing
creatures!
   By the time nine o'clock rolled around, though, all three teenagers were
ready for bed.  And not one of them was the least bit tired.
   The girls took the longest time in the bathroom getting ready for bed.
Rory tried hard to hold back the excitement that was building within him.
He had already fucked one girl today--his first, no less--you'd think that
would be enough for a guy.  But, no, his body was clamoring for more.  His
dick wouldn't be satisfied until it had intimate knowledge of both girls.
   Well, one girl, anyway.  His sister was out of the question.  But Anne
was fair game.  And he was pretty sure she would be willing.  Considering
the possibilities, he put an extra dab of toothpaste on his
toothbrush--just to make sure his breath was kissing sweet.
   The girls had pulled back the bedspread and the top sheet and were
already stretched out on the bed when he entered his parent's bedroom.
   "Cover your eyes, ladies," he said in a gruff, masculine voice.  "I'm
coming in." Then, he jumped onto the bed between the two girls.
   Suddenly, screams and squeals filled the room and the three naked
teenagers on the bed blurred into one twisting, squirming, struggling mass
of rosy-pink flesh.  Now, Rory would be on top, then the whole pile would
collapse and one of the girls would end up straddling the mass.  But the
girls prevailed, and Rory ended up pinned beneath both female bodies.  His
sister sat on his chest with her butt almost in his face while Anne
immobilized his legs.  One of them played with his cock while the other
tickled his ribs.  He laughed, and tears came to his eyes.  "Oh, God,
don't!" he begged.  "Please!  Let me up!"
   But the girls had no sympathy at all.  In fact, Molly just inched
backward and pressed her pussy into his face, then began rubbing it in. 
Meanwhile, Anne had covered his cock with her mouth.  At least the tickling
had stopped.  There was not much the boy could do, so he made the most of
it and started eating his sister's pussy.
   The screams and laughter gave way to sounds of sucking and licking and
groans of passionate arousal.
   "Oh God, Rory..." his sister gasped, bouncing over his face.  "Yes! 
Yes! Oh!  Ohhh!  Ohhh, yesss..."
   This was all too much for Rory.  He had only a vague sense of what was
happening with his sister.  He just kept working his tongue, slavering over
whatever part of her bouncing pussy that it came into contact with.  He was
far more aware of what was happening between his own legs.  And that was
just about to come to a rousing climax.
   But first, his sister came.  Or, at least, he thought she came.  She let
out a loud squeal and a heavy flow of moisture suddenly flooded his mouth.
This puzzled Rory, because he'd never heard of a girl coming in a liquid
fashion, like a guy.  For a moment, he thought she'd peed in his mouth, but
he quickly discarded that idea.  Molly would never do anything that gross.
Besides, it didn't taste like pee--not that he had ever tasted pee.  But he
could imagine.
   Then, his own excitement captured his thoughts, He wanted to warn Anne,
but he couldn't get anything more than a garble out around his mouthful of
Molly's pussy flesh.  Oh, well, she'd just have to tough it out he thought
as his balls clenched.
   God, it was a satisfying come!  A fitting end to a day full of
excitement.  Molly rolled off him, and he pushed himself up to a sitting
position.  His face was smeared with pussy juice and perspiration, but that
didn't diminish his happy smile.  Anne was sitting on her heels at the
opposite end of the bed.  She, too, had a glowing smile.
   "I did it," she announced.
   "You sure did," said Rory, his breathing still heavy.
   "What did you do?" asked Molly, who had been too wrapped up in her own
passionate rapture to be aware of what the other two were doing.
   "I swallowed it," she said proudly.
   "You didn't!" exclaimed Molly.
   "Yeah I did," Ann said with a pleased expression.
   Molly looked horrified.  "I hope you don't die."
   Anne frowned.  "What do you mean by that?"
   "You could get a disease.  AIDs, STP--"
   "What's STP?"
   "Sexually Transmitted--whatever."
   "It's STD," Rory corrected his sister.  "But nothing's going to happen
to Anne.  Blow jobs are okay."
   "Who says?"
   "Everybody knows that," her brother state confidently.
   "It's a way to preserve your virginity," Anne chimed in.
   "Your virginity, maybe," Molly scoffed.  "But not your life."
   Rory pulled Anne into his arms and cuddled her tightly.  "Quit trying to
scare her, Molly," he said softly.
   "I'm not trying to scare anyone," Molly said, turning out the light and
moving close as her brother pulled the blanket up over all three of them.
"It just makes sense.  If you're taking a chance by taking that stuff in
your pussy, what's the difference if you take it into your mouth?"
   "Pussies and mouths are two different things," said Rory.  "For example,
you can get pregnant if I fuck your pussy, but not if I fuck your mouth."
   "That's fuzzy logic, my dear brother.  Fuzzy logic.  Look at dentists.
They get AIDs all the time.  And gay guys.  They use their mouths."
   "Gay guys use their asses," said Rory.
   "Yuck!  That's gross," said Anne, settling back against Rory in spoon
fashion.  His arms still held her close.  "Shana swallows it all the time."
   "I rest my case!" said Molly, moving into the spoon on the opposite side
of her brother.
   "I-I don't want to die," Anne said with a tear in her voice.  "At least
not before the slumber party."
   "Don't worry, Pickles," consoled Rory.  He clutched her warm tits in his
hands and kissed her shoulder.  "You're not going to die."
   "Not before the slumber party, anyway," Molly said, reaching across her
brother to give the other girl's arm a reassuring pat.  "It doesn't act
that fast."
   "Shut up, Sis, and go to sleep," murmured Rory.
   "Don't tell me to shut up--are you kissing her?"
   "It`s none of your business," murmured Rory, feeling his sister tits
wiggle into position against his back.  In front of him, Anne reached down,
caught his hard cock, and pulled it forward, cuddling it between her soft,
warm thighs.
   "For God's sake!  Let her go to sleep.  Haven't you had enough for one
day?"
   "Good night, Pickles," he whispered.
   "Good night, Studly.  I-I think I might, you know, love--"
   "Good night--both of you!" Molly said firmly.
   To be continued....
  
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