Subject: Teasing My Boyfriend's Sister
Story Codes: mf f-solo oral exhib
Diary Date: November 20, 1999
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
It was one of the weirdest things I’d ever encountered in my fourteen years
so far. One of my best friends was jealous of me because SHE wanted to have
sex with my boyfriend. The fact she wanted to be with him wasn’t the weird
part - most of the girls in school wanted him. What WAS weird was he was
also her brother!
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Luckiest Girl in the World
Chapter 2 – Dealing With Your Boyfriend's Family
Chapter 3 – Masturbating With Sharon
Chapter 4 - Making Preparations
Chapter 5 – Sharon Watches
Chapter 6 - My Reviews
Chapter 1 – Luckiest Girl in the World
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Ok, so I’m just fourteen and I’ve got no idea what the future holds but I
still want to say this - I’m living in the best days of my life. Or at least
so far. Yes, I’m the luckiest girl in the world! If you don’t believe me,
then take a closer look at my life...
At fourteen, closer to fifteen now, I’m now well into my teen years and
everyone says those were the best years of their life. I’m now a Freshman in
high school which means I, now surrounded by the hottest older boys instead
of the immature little runts back in middle school. One of those boys is now
my boyfriend and lover but more about him in a bit...
As the only child of two professionals - a lawyer and nurse, people probably
think I’m spoiled and I wouldn't disagree with them although I WOULD disagree
with their disapproval of the matter. Yes, I DO get most everything I want
but sometimes I have to work for it. Mom is the strict one but daddy always
gives in sooner or later.
Yes, I’m definitely a daddy’s girl but then what young girl isn’t? It’s not
like me and my mom aren't best friends. She’s the one I confide in, the one
I trust with my most deepest secrets. My mom pretty much knows everything
about me - except the combination to my diary. She was even the first person
I told after I lost my virginity!
Let’s see... what else? I live in an upscale neighborhood in the south side
of Pittsburgh. It’s not nearly as luxurious as many of the homes in our area
but it’s great for the three of us. What I like best is the deck. Our
house, like most homes in Pittsburgh, is built on a hilly street such that
our front door is level with the front yard and street but the garage in back
is level with the basement meaning our driveway has a steep drop as you may
well imagine.
On top of the garage is a deck the size of our two-car garage so it’s pretty
big. You can only get to it from the kitchen in the back of the first floor.
My bedroom on the second floor overlooks the deck and I’m about the only one
who gets to see as it has this tall security fence built around it for
privacy. The best feature about the deck - besides the fence that lets me
lay out and tan in whatever I want to wear or don't, is the hot tub.
OK, a swimming pool would’ve been better but the hot tub is great. I LOVE
laying in it and letting the jets flow against me. I was around eleven when
I figured out that the jets felt even better against certain parts of my
body! It didn't hurt that we never wore swim suits in the tub unless we had
visitors.
Which was another thing I love about my life. My parents are really cool
when it comes to nudity and sex. First though, we are NOT nudists and nobody
runs around the house flaunting themselves. Except my Aunt Linda but she’s
an entirely different subject. While nobody screams when they’re seen naked,
at the same time there are rules for modesty and proper decorum that we
follow. Sleeping nude or being naked in the hot tub is acceptable while
eating dinner or watching TV without any clothes is not.
As for sex, I mentioned I lost my virginity to my current boyfriend a few
months back in the summer. He was sixteen at the time and going to be a
junior so I felt pretty proud of myself to attract his attention, especially
given my lack of development in certain upper regions of my body. When he
asked me to suck his dick in the movie theater on our first date I was scared
at first because I had no idea what I was doing but I wasn't about to tell
him that! No way was I going to make him think I was just some naïve little
freshman girl.
The same went when Steve fucked me for the first time a few days later. Of
course I couldn't hide the fact that I was a virgin, but thank to my mom’s
advice and preparations I think it went off pretty well - at least it did for
me. It must have been good for him too because since then we’ve done it most
every day - sometimes more than once.
Which brings up another reason I’m so lucky in that I have loving parents who
understand how a girl feels at my age. They both try to help me deal with my
new feelings and the changes in my body instead of being like so many other
parents and coming down on their kids with unreasonable rules. I’ve never
had to worry about curfews or having sex in crowded back seats (unless I
wanted to). If I want to bring Steve home and have sex in my bedroom, it’s
fine with them and if anything they encourage it. My dad says it’s something
kids are going to do one way or another so why not make it safe and easier
for them?
By the way, my mom talked my gynecologist into putting me on birth control so
I don't have to worry about condoms with Steve. I think I’m actually happier
about that than Steve is as I hate it when he cums but it doesn’t actually go
in me. I guess for a guy it doesn’t really matter as when they are shooting
it ends up out of them either way but for me, I’m on the receiving end and I
want it for me!
I also have some of the best friends and family any girl could ask for. My
cousin Kristi has been practically my sister. Her dad left her mom when she
was only two years old so they spend almost as much time at our house as they
do their own. My aunt is a Realtor and since my dad is a lawyer she’s always
over at our house squirreled away with him in his office going over real
estate transactions while me and Kristi play together.
As for friends, I’m equally blessed. Beth is definitely my very best friend
(not counting my mom) and has been since we were little girls. Then there is
Sharon, the brother of my boyfriend Steve. She’s also a Freshman like me and
we’ve been friends almost as long as I have with Beth. She also has a
younger brother but he’s just a pain in the neck.
Just like every girl I know, I’ve always had my eye on Sharon’s older brother
Steve. Unfortunately for us younger girls, he was always dating the older
girls, especially the cheerleader types with a distinct preference to the
ones with the big boobs. That’s why I always figured he would be interested
in Beth more than me as she was light years ahead of me in the chest
department. Damn, she was in a training bra in fourth grade! While I was
trying to fill out an “A” cup, she was already into a “C” and no telling
where she’d be by the end of the first year of high school.
Sharon, Beth, me and a bunch of other girls were all out for a weekend
camping trip at Sharon’s camping club by a lake. We all pretty much wore
nothing but the smallest bikinis we could convince our mom’s to buy (and that
was pretty small when it came to my mom) in hopes of drawing the eye of Steve
who had been forced to come along. He made it pretty clear he wasn't
interested in a bunch of “little girls” but I think that was more a show for
his sister than anything else as I could’ve sworn more than once when he was
in the camper that he was spying out the windows at us.
Needless to say I would’ve died and gone to heaven had Steve paid me any
attention. However with all the other girls to compete with and me being one
of the least endowed, at least on top, there wasn’t any chance of THAT
happening. The only thing I had going for me was my butt which my dad told
me was looking pretty good for a girl my age - and even better than Beth’s.
Sure he was my dad and thus suppose to compliment me but I still felt good
about it and so I tried whenever possible to have my ass pointing Steve’s way
whenever possible.
Whether or was my ass or something else, imagine my shock when a week later
Steve asked me out and the rest has been history. So far Steve is the only
boy to fuck me. I’m in love with Steve and I know someday I will marry him,
even if he doesn’t know that yet! So what’s the point in having sex with
anyone else? Besides, I don’t think it hurts that Steve knows he’s the only
one I let fuck me even though once word got around that I was so easy for him
that a number of other guys have asked me out. I know they just want to fuck
me so I turn them down. I love Steve and I know he loves me so it’s more
than just fucking me when he does me.
So what do you think? Am I not the luckiest girl in the world?
Chapter 2 – Dealing With Your Boyfriend's Family
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One thing about having a boyfriend is dealing with his family. I’m sure
Steve would say the same thing about having a girlfriend but then I don’t
think he has any reason to complain about MY family. What more could he ask
for? I’m only fourteen but don’t have a curfew, he can come by my house and
fuck me in my bedroom any time he wants, we can enjoy the hot tub naked
without my parents intruding, and my dad never threatens him about
“violating” his daughter - if anything he encourages it! So from his side of
the fence, what more could he ask?
With Steve’s family things are different. First, Steve’s father dumped his
mom for a bimbo secretary not too long ago so his mom isn’t exactly all that
thrilled about young girls having sex with her son. I think that’s sort of
an unfair comparison for her to make about me but what can I do about it?
While Steve and I have sex at his house a lot, we have to do it when his
family isn’t home and that’s not easy given there are three of them to deal
with, all with different schedules.
Which brings up one weird thing... one time his mother DID catch us but
rather than make a scene, she joined the scene. What I mean is she actually
pushed me aside and Steve finished with her instead of me. I’d heard about
incest of course in my dad’s porn videos but I always figured it was just
that - perverts in porn movies. I mean, “normal” families don’t practice
incest. My dad may buy me suggestive outfits and ask em to pose for him but
we never actually DO anything. It’s a huge gap between teasing or flirting
and having sex with your father (or mother for that matter).
Nothing has ever happened like that since and from the way they both reacted
after I tried bringing it up a couple of times later I know better now than
to even mention it to either of them. Still, it was really weird to see him
fuck his own mother!
Speaking of weird, that brings me to another thing with Steve’s family -
Sharon. As I said, we’ve been good friends for a long time and share most
things. Starting a couple of years ago we’ve even started talking about sex
and boys and lately we even masturbate during sleepovers and such as we talk
about our fantasies. Since Steve started fucking me I’ve been sharing some
of our times with my friends which really gets them hot! None of us are
lesbians though, and we never touch each other, but I still think it’s pretty
erotic to watch my friends do themselves, especially when it’s about me and
Steve.
Funny thing is, the one friend who REALLY seems to get horny when I talk
about Steve fucking me is his own sister - Sharon! After the second or so
time I couldn't help but ask her about it and she admitted that she was
jealous of me and she wished her brother would fuck her.
Wow, talk about mind-blowing! Apparently she knew nothing about what her
brother and mom had done and I was the last person who was going to spill the
beans on THAT subject. Not having a brother, I couldn't really relate to how
she felt but if it was anything like the idea of having my dad fuck me, then
I just didn't understand how she could want her own brother to do it. I mean
like that’s your own family!
Still, the more I dated her brother, the more open Sharon became about her
desires for her brother - and her jealousy of me for having him whenever I
wanted him.
Finally I went to the one person I knew I could trust for an answer and
advice - my mother. I hadn’t told even her about Steve and his mom so it
sort of surprised me when she didn't seem all that shocked by the news. It
was almost like she knew about it already but then I knew that wasn't
possible.
Then I told my mom about Sharon’s infatuation with her brother and yet again,
my mother reacted calmly without even blinking an eye.
“So does it bother you that Sharon wants to have sex with her brother?” she
asked me as I laid out naked on the bed and let her rub my back and legs.
Other than my dad, she gives the best rubdowns! I tried to teach Steve to do
them but for some reason he seemed to think only my boobs and pussy need
massaged. LOL
I thought for a moment on that one. My first reaction was to blurt out that
yes, it DID bother me. First, she wanted to have sex with my boyfriend and
so far as I was concerned, I was the only one he was fucking these days.
Second, it was her BROTHER! I mean like who wants to have sex with her own
brother? It just wasn’t natural.
But before I answered I stopped and thought again. Really, was I THAT
jealous that I couldn't share Steve? It’s not like I was the only girl he’d
ever had sex with. I sort of mentioned that to him once, trying to get him
to tell me just how many he’d has sex with before me but he would always just
tell me it didn't matter and change the subject. Just because I only wanted
to have sex with him didn’t mean he had to feel the same way about me, did
it?
As for Sharon’s infatuation for her brother, what made her different than
every other girl in school that would trade places with me in a heartbeat?
She was fourteen, same as me, so why shouldn't she have the same cravings as
I did? So far as I knew, Sharon was still a virgin and I couldn't even
imagine a life without sex. Sure masturbation felt good but it was nothing
compared to having Steve’s dick in me.
“I guess not now that I think about it,” I sighed finally in response to my
mom’s query. In any case I wasn’t think about much of anything anymore than
the feel of her soothing hands on my naked body.
“So are you going to do anything about it?” she asked quietly as he worked
her way down my left leg.
“I don’t know, what do you think I should do?” I replied. I really didn't
have any idea - that was why I was asking her about it in the first place!
My mom just hummed to herself as her fingers worked on the inside of my
thigh. I parted my legs more to make it easier for her to massage me there.
I smiled to myself - her humming was always a dead giveaway she was thinking
hard about something.
I must have dozed off as the sound of her voice made me jump.
“What about this?” she started, “You like to be watched, right?”
“You mean during sex?”
She laughed. “No, when you’re doing homework... of course I meant during sex
silly.”
“Yeah, so what?”
She paused again as if to collect her thoughts. Where was she going with
this line of thought? Sure I loved being watched when I was having sex with
Steve. It was one of the reasons I liked it when Steve came over and we did
it in my bedroom. While he didn't know it, my dad would often peek in on us.
After I caught him the first time he tried to tell me that he was just making
sure I was safe but his erection betrayed him. I thought it was pretty cool
that my dad got off seeing me being fucked by Steve so after that I always
made sure not to close the door to the bedroom all the way.
“So why don't you let Sharon watch?”
Hmmmmmm, now THAT was an idea. My mom always had great ideas and this was
one I never would’ve thought of. Having his own sister watch us? Now that
would be pretty hot for me and I bet it would be just as hot for her. OK, so
maybe not as much as actually DOING him but at least she’d get to see him in
action.
The more I thought about Sharon spying on us while Steve and I were having
sex, the more I liked the idea and the hornier it was making me.
It wasn’t helping that my mom was still massaging one of the most erogenous
areas of my body - my inner thighs. Was it just coincidence that she was
taking so much time there at the same time she was suggesting such an erotic
idea? My mom is a pretty smart cookie - she knew exactly what she was doing
to me!
“Well, are you going to answer me Kelly?”
Actually all I wanted right then was to feel Steve’s dick pressing into me,
forcing apart my tight young pussy and driving his incredibly hard cock
inside my pussy. I buried my face in the pillow and slipped my right hand
under me and down to my crotch. Damn, I was practically dripping I was so
horny!
My mom chuckled softly as she moved in between my now outstretched legs and
kneeled so she could use both hands on me. I felt the warmth of the body oil
as she poured more on each of my upper thighs and then used one hand on each
leg, working her way up and down between my butt and my knees as I pressed
one finger into me.
“I figured as much, my little girl’s all horny now, isn’t she?”
My only answer was to push my other hand under me to join the first.
Considering my mom was the one to help me masturbate the first time, I wasn’t
embarrassed to do it in front of her although rarely was it quite this
personal between us.
“That’s my girl... you want him right now, don’t you?” she whispered to me as
her hands worked up higher on my legs.
“Oh mom, yes,” I moaned as I rubbed my clit with one hand while fingering my
pussy with the other.
“That’s it baby, tell me what you want.”
It was just like my mother, always wanting to hear about my feelings and
experiences. Sometimes I think she lives her life vicariously through me
although from what my dad has told me she was a lot more active then I am at
this age. She would always be waiting for me after a date with Steve,
insisting that I give her all the details of our date - and I mean ALL the
details.
At that moment I was completely focused on one thing - my pussy. Whether
she’d intended it from the start or just took advantage of the situation
didn't matter - all that did was the results. Of course these days it didn't
take much to get me horny! Just ask Steve. I figured the best way to keep
him for myself was to make him fuck me so much he didn’t have the strength to
fuck anyone else.
When all was said and done and I was taking a shower after having finally
satisfying my “itch”. From past experience I knew it was only a temporary
solution but Steve was coming over in a few hours which would provide a more
permanent solution, at least until tomorrow.
For a brief moment I thought of telling Steve about my mom’s suggestion but
that idea quickly was put to bed. Steve and Sharon had the classic brother-
sister relationship in that he tolerated her but that was about it. Then
again, I’d seen him defend her when someone would pick on her but that was
more to protect his sister than any feelings for her. There was no doubt in
my mind that Steve didn’t have any of the feelings for Sharon that she had
for him.
Later that evening as Steve was fucking me on my bed, I was riding him
reverse cowgirl with my ass facing him as I rocked on his dick. He’d already
cum in me once but at sixteen that was just a warm-up for him. With me
sitting on him facing the door, his vision was blocked so he didn’t see it
push forward just a bit.
Although I couldn't see him, I knew my dad must’ve been out there peeking in
on us. For whatever reason it made me feel even sexier knowing my dad was
getting turned on watching us. I only wished I could see the expression on
his face and the look in his eye but I deliberately tried to pretend as if I
didn’t know he was out there.
Chapter 3 – Masturbating With Sharon
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“Then what did he do?” Sharon asked breathlessly as I described to her how
her brother had fucked me the night before. Of course I hadn’t mentioned to
her why I had been so horny when he arrived that I was practically stripping
on the way up the stairs to my bedroom.
I’d just finished with the part where he’d cum for the first time as I was
sucking his dick in a 69 position with him. Poor Sharon, I don’t think she
even realized how her hands had both made their way to her crotch where she
had them like a clamp over her pussy. She was wearing panties but I could
only imagine how wet they were getting beneath her hands.
“Well, he likes me to keep it in my mouth as long as I can, you know what I
mean, like blowing bubbles with it and sticking out my tongue when it’s all
covered.”
Sharon just nodded which made me almost crack up. Yeah right, like she had
any real idea of what I was talking about. So far as I knew she had never
even touched a boy’s dick, let alone suck one and as for knowing what it was
like to have a mouthful of cum, well she only had my word for that.
“Did he kiss you after you swallowed it?”
Like she didn’t know the answer already but then she was no different than my
mom when I would relate my latest date with Steve to her and she would ask
the obvious questions. Steve was about as straight as a laser beam so for
him to even TOUCH his cum was enough to make him grimace. To taste it or put
it in his mouth - yeah right, THAT was never going to happen.
She didn’t ask again as I blew off her question and moved on to how I mounted
him and lowered myself onto his hard dick while watching us in the mirror
over my dresser. I LOVED to watch us having sex and it was almost like I was
watching another couple fucking next to us except that I was feeling
everything that was happening in the mirror.
“That must have felt so good to feel him entering you,” she sighed as she
shifted her weight on the bed beside me.
Sharon was sitting Indian-style with her legs crossed underneath her which
made it easy for her to touch herself. I noticed she had moved one hand
underneath her panties while the other was still pressing down from the
outside. There was no mistaking the motion of her hand - she was getting
herself off.
Of all my friends, Sharon is probably the one that comes closest to
masturbating as much as I do and she isn’t shy about it either, at least not
with me. I pretty much take the same attitude with her actions as my parents
did when I would get horny watching TV or reading a magazine and started
touching myself in the middle of the living room. Hey, if you feel the need
then why wait until you can hide in your bedroom? Just do it!
Her last question got me thinking more though. Until now I was more
interested in teasing my friend than anything else but now the mental picture
of looking down and seeing my boyfriend’s - and her brother’s, erect cock
slowly disappear inside of me was starting to make ME horny. Oh wow, the
more I thought about it the more I wanted him again. Oh My God, to watch his
dick sliding into me while at the same time feeling it in me, knowing he was
joining his body with mine and we were coupled together as one, is the most
incredible sensations I’ve ever felt.
“Oh yeah, his hard dick felt REALLY good in me,” I finally answered as it was
my turn to push a hand into my crotch although unlike Sharon I wasn't wearing
any panties under my t-shirt.
“Tell me more Kelly,” she gasped as she pushed her panties down to make it
easier to rub herself, “Tell me how he fucked you... I want to know how my
brother did it.”
It then struck me that not all that long ago someone else had been asking me
exactly the same thing - my mother! Interesting indeed how each of them was
interested in exactly the same thing yet from two totally different
perspectives. For Sharon, she was satisfying her fantasy about having her
brother fuck her and I was just providing the details.
For my mother... well that was a little more complicated. I never thought
for a moment she was actually interested in having sex with my boyfriend so
what was her motivation? So far I’d just assumed it was no different than
her reading an erotic novel except this one starred her daughter and it was
being told in the first person.
I had my finger inside of me now, just as Sharon had hers in her pussy, as I
gave her a detailed report about what it was like having sex with her
brother. At times I would open my eyes and watch her masturbating for a few
moments. God she looked so sexy! I wondered if that was how I looked to my
mother or father when I was masturbating in front of them? Of course I’d
never done it quite so blatantly as they WERE my parents, not a best friend
like Sharon.
The more I told her about her brother fucking me the wetter and hornier I
got. It got so bad that I even starting looking at what she was doing,
wishing she would do it to me instead. It was rather startling as I’d never
touched a girl that way in my entire life - or been touched by one either for
that matter. I was definitely not a lesbian - I LOVED dicks and having sex
with my boyfriend. Still, my friend looked so beautiful and sensual as I
watched her through my lust-glazed eyes.
Just then Sharon gasped and I knew she was cumming. Sharon literally fell
backwards onto her back with her hands never leaving her fuzzy brown crotch
as she rubbed herself into an orgasm. He legs uncrossed and she had her
panties slid down to her knees, stretched out as she spread them against the
elastic as her hands worked furiously on her pussy and clit.
Whether it was thoughts of Steve fucking me or the sight of his sister
cumming from the thought of him doing it to me - and her... what difference
did it matter? I soon felt my own orgasm come to life as my pussy literally
erupted and radiated pleasure that soon consumed every part of me from the
tips of my toes to the roots of every hair on my head. I dropped down to lay
next to Sharon, both of us cumming now as we looked towards each other and
our eyes met.
It was one of this moments in time where it was like time itself stood still
as we each stared at the other, lips tight together as we struggled to deal
with the wild emotions that were ripping through us. I saw she was starting
to turn to me and I think my heart stopped for a second as wondered what she
was about to do... in fact HOPED she was about to do. Had we been given
another few minutes, who knows what might have happened.
“Oh gross!” a voice came from the hall. It startled both of us and our eyes
lost their grip as we both lifted out heads to see what was going on.
“Jim you pig!” Sharon yelled at her younger brother.
Apparently we’d forgotten to shut the door to her bedroom tight or maybe the
perv had pushed it open. Either way he’d gotten quite an eyeful but he was
so immature at age twelve that he hadn’t recognized the opportunity in front
of him. Two horny girls masturbating and cumming together on the couch -
what older boy wouldn't love to find himself in the middle of THAT situation?
“I’m telling mom,” he taunted, sticking out his tongue.
“You do and I’ll tell her what’s under your mattress,” Sharon responded in
kind. I had a pretty good idea what was under his mattress and it was
apparent he did too as he skulked away without another word.
“Stupid little perv,” Sharon huffed as she pulled up her panties once again,
“I’m gonna kill him someday.”
Then she looked at me, still laying on my back but my hands to my side now
instead of between my legs.
“OH Kelly, I’m sorry, it was just getting interesting, wasn’t it?” she said
with a silly grin on her face.
Indeed it was! And I don't mean the narration I was giving either.
“So when are you two gonna to do it again?” Sharon asked me.
“I don't know, I guess it won’t be until tomorrow now. It’s getting pretty
late for him to stop to my house, even if he got here now.”
“Well, just remember to tell me ALL about it girl,” she reminded me
unnecessarily. Like after this I would ever forget!
I started to pull on my shorts to get ready to go home when a thought struck
me. It took another minute or so for my courage to follow suit.
“Ummmmm, Sharon...,” I started out softly.
“Yes?”
I hesitated, not sure if I should but then I remembered that look in her eyes
when we were laying next to each other, enjoying our orgasms together.
“Would you like to watch us?”
I just sort of blurted it out before I lost my courage and then I stood
still, waiting for her response.
“WATCH you?” she answered incredulously, “Like how would I do that? Besides,
Steve would never let me do it.”
“Why does Steve have to know?”
Sharon grinned widely then as the idea settled in her brain. “But how would
I ever get to see you without him knowing?”
I flung my hair back and smiled at her. “It happens all the time now.”
Sharon stood up straight at that remark and turned to stare at me.
“OK, like who in the world watches you now?”
Had I thought more about it I probably never would have said a word but I was
just as worked up and horny as she was after our little tryst so it just came
out without me thinking much about the consequences.
“Well my dad mostly.”
Sharon looked at me like I had suddenly turned into an alien from space.
“Wait a minute girl, you’re telling me that your own DAD watches you having
sex with my brother? No way... you’re just messing with me now.”
I shook my head and wondered briefly what I was getting myself into. Then
again, SHE was the one who was always talking about incest and having her
brother fuck her. Not only that, all my dad was WATCH. It wasn't like we
were having crazy sex after Steve left to go home or anything really weird
like that - which was exactly what I told her.
“Still, I mean isn’t that sort of creepy having your own father spying on you
like that?”
“Any creepier than having his sister spying on us?” I countered.
“Touché,” she granted me, “But I’m his sister, not his mother.”
At that I ALMOST said something without thinking about it... something about
her mom spying on us and then wanting Steve to fuck her - which he more than
was ready to do. Thankfully I managed to nip that one in the bud before I
said something stupid.
“So what do you say?” I asked again, trying to change the subject back to
her, “Wanna watch us?”
“Stupid question,” she huffed as we started for the bedroom door to leave,
“Of course I do.”
I took that as a committed “yes” and we hugged before heading out into the
hallway. There was no sign of her younger brother - or older one yet for
that matter.
“Come over to my house before 6:30” I told her, “Steve’s suppose to be there
around 7:00.”
We hugged again before heading to the kitchen to see if her mother has left
any dessert out from dinner. As we munched on some cake I wondered if her
mind was thinking the same as mine - how much I couldn't wait until tomorrow
night! It made my pussy tingle all the more as I thought about it.
Chapter 4 – Making Preparations
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Sharon actually showed up at 6:00, just as we were finishing up dinner. She
knocked and my dad turned from the table and yelled for her to come in after
seeing who it was. Although it was almost Thanksgiving, the weather was
unusually warm today and I noticed she’d pulled her short shorts out of
winter retirement. Judging from the direction my dad was looking, I wasn’t
the only one to notice.
As I said, we were just finishing up but my mom still offered Sharon a piece
of pie which she politely refused. I got up to help my mom clear the table
with Sharon offering to help. As I was carrying dishes into the kitchen my
mom nudged me and nodded her head towards the dining room with a wink. I
glanced back and smiled when I saw what she was drawing my attention to as
Sharon was innocently leaning over the table to get some utensils I left
behind.
What Sharon didn’t realize was that her tight denim shorts were pulling up
tight into her crotch and butt, revealing the bottoms of her buttocks in
plain view for my dad’s wandering eye. In addition, they were cut so short
that there was just barely a thin piece of material left in the crotch which
pulled up in between her pussy lips. At least I assume she didn’t realize
what she was doing. In any case, my dad was staring unabashedly at the show
she was putting on for him whether intentional or not.
It was sort of funny to see my dad’s interest in Sharon’s ass. Usually when
I think of men sneaking looks at us I think about being at the mall or on the
street. My dad’s behavior just went to prove that fathers are men too and
they have the same interests as any other man. Sharon was only fourteen,
same as me, so I knew my dad was just taking advantage of the situation, no
different than he did when he would peek into my bedroom later when Steve was
fucking me. I couldn't even imagine him actually wanting to do anything with
Sharon, no more than he ever would with me. Fantasies are one thing, reality
quite another. Still it was pretty cool that she could “inspire” him as
evidenced by the growing bulge in his crotch.
“Crap!” I hissed under my breath as a thought suddenly came to mind.
“What’s wrong baby?” my mom asked as we made our way to the sink and started
to load the dishwasher.
I explained to my mom my dilemma. While I had mentioned to Sharon about my
dad watching me and her brother, I hadn’t thought about him wanting to watch
tonight at the same time Sharon was hoping to get an eyeful.
“You TOLD her about that?” my mother gasped, practically choking as she
caught her breath.
“Why not, it’s not like anything happens. He just watches us and anyways,
Steve doesn’t know about it,” I defended myself.
“I know Kelly but there are just some things we don’t discuss with people
outside the family. I thought I had taught you better than that,” my mom
admonished me.
Sure I knew better than to tell people about being in the hot tub naked with
my parents or about how I would masturbate when they were around - and vice
versa. There are always people out there that will twist anything into
something perverted and these days you just couldn't be too careful. Still,
Sharon was one of my best friends so what was the harm in telling her?
“So anyway, can you ask Dad to stay downstairs tonight?” I asked my mom,
hoping to divert the conversation but she would have none of it.
“Why? So Sharon can watch instead?” my mom asked incredulously. Then she
rolled her eyes as her memory returned. “Oh Kelly, I didn't realize that
when I said those things to you yesterday that you would take me seriously -
and not so quickly in the first place.”
“I think it’s cool she wants to watch Mom,” I protested, “I’ve never been
watched by someone’s sister before.”
It was a weak argument at best. The fact is I’d only had sex with one guy so
far which meant there was only one sister that had even the opportunity to
watch so it wasn't like I’d passed on previous chances.
“So what if Steve catches her?”
Now I couldn't help but smile. “Mom, trust me, the LAST thing Steve is going
to notice when he’s fucking me is who is watching from the door!”
We both laughed at that and she reached over to hug me just as Sharon was
brining in the last of the dishes and utensils.
My mom thanked Sharon and we headed back for my bedroom. As we passed my dad
he reached out and slapped my bottom playfully. Funny thing is he didn't
even make a move towards Sharon’s and I thought I caught a glimpse of
Sharon’s disappointment at the lack of attention. Hmmmmmm, maybe she DID
know what she was doing at the table in front of my dad. What a tease!
Up in my bedroom we hopped on the bed and for a moment we were both quiet, as
if neither of us knew quite how to get started. Sharon was the first to
break the silence.
“So how does this work anyway? Boys just come over and you fuck them in your
bedroom even when your parents are home?”
I shrugged my shoulders and forcefully reminded her that there were no
“boys”, just one “boy” - her brother. Steve was the only boy I’ve had sex
with and if I have my way, the only one until we get married someday.
“Yeah but you’ve already got quite a rep in school you know,” she responded,
“I bet you could get just about any boy to screw you if you wanted.”
I frowned a little at her “rep” comment and I never called it “screwing” as
it sounded so silly. On the one hand, I liked the fact that even though I
wasn’t one of the hottest girls at school I was already gaining a reputation
for being the easiest in my class, if not the whole school. Steve certainly
hadn’t wasted any time telling all his friends about how he’d gotten me to
blow him on our first date and then fuck me shortly afterwards. Needless to
say the word spread like wildfire and now I have every guy asking me if I
want to “see a movie” with them.
On the other hand, I didn’t want to be known like some of the skanks at
school. Still, I couldn't help but feel a little pride in myself seeing the
jealousy in Sharon’s eyes when she mentioned how the boys wanted ME.
“Yeah, he was pretty freaked out the first time,” I laughed, turning the
conversation back to her brother and me, “I think he thought my dad was going
to barge in at any moment with a shotgun or something for defiling his little
girl.”
We both laughed at that one which helped to calm the tension somewhat.
“So when did you dad start watching you and Steve?” she asked.
I shrugged again and answered, “I really don’t know, probably right away I
suppose. I didn't catch him until the third time... or maybe it was the
fourth, I’m not exactly sure.”
“Does your mom ever watch?”
“No, not that I know of at least. She says it’s a guy thing.”
The irony that Sharon wanted to watch struck us both and we giggled.
“You know, you COULD watch from the closet if you want,” I suggested, “It’s
always part way open and if you’re behind the clothes then he’ll never see
you. Besides, then I could shut the hallway door completely and he would
never suspect anyone was watching us.”
At first Sharon seemed excited about the idea but then her expression grew
serious as she gave it more thought.
“Ummmmm, how long do you guys usually do it?”
I quickly caught on to her worry. It’s not like I had a chair in my closet
so she had a valid concern. How long can anyone stand without making a noise
or movement that might be seen?
“I don’t know, depends how horny we each are,” I answered to which we both
giggled, “Maybe an hour or two?”
Sharon frowned. “Well, maybe I’d better watch from the hallway then.”
Before I could say anything her eyes opened wide and she added, “Oh my god
Kelly, what about your dad? Is he going to be watching too tonight?”
“What’s the matter, you pushed your ass practically in his face after dinner
tonight and now you’re worried about being a peeping tom with him?” I teased
her.
“I did not push my ass in your dad’s face!” she whined. Then she looked down
and acted shy as she continued with, “Well, maybe a little bit.”
We both laughed together yet again.
“Well, if you’re going to stay outside then you better go hide downstairs.
He should be here any minute,” I warned her.
Sharon reached over and gave me a peck on the cheek and a hug.
“Thanks Kelly, you’re SO cool to do this for me. I’ll be honest, if our
roles were switched I don’t think I could do what you do.”
I just hugged her back so I wouldn't have to answer and lie. The truth is I
wasn't doing it for her, I was doing it for ME. Wow, I couldn't wait for
Steve to get here and fuck me with my best friend - and his sister, watching.
Chapter 5 – Sharon Watches
==========================
Actually it was about twenty minutes until my boyfriend arrived. Twenty
minutes that seemed like twenty hours. Most times Steve came over I would
meet him at the front door and we’d spend a little time with my parents
before we disappeared into the bedroom for the rest of the night. Once in a
great while there would be days like today where I would wait for him in my
bedroom and my mom or dad would just send him up when he arrived. I reserved
those times for special events and if any day qualified as “special”, today
certainly did!
While I was waiting I decided to strip and pull the covers down on my bed so
we could get to it as quickly as possible once he made his appearance. Yes,
I was horny! That and face it, Steve was only sixteen so foreplay and
romance wasn't exactly his forte. Steve was just your average teenage boy
with his mind on one thing - how he could get his dick into me as quickly as
possible. I know my mom liked to dress up for my dad in slinky nightgowns
and spend the evening playing romantic music and slowly seducing my dad
before they would shut the bedroom door. Steve was just as happy - no he was
happier, when I was simply naked and available for him!
I piled a couple of pillows at the head of the bed so whichever of us was
laying back had something to support our head so we could more easily look
downward to observe whatever it was our partner was doing to please us at the
time. It was like when I was on my back in a missionary position I loved to
watch Steve line his dick up with my pussy hole and then watch as it
disappeared from sight, to be replaced simultaneously by the incredibly
pleasurable sensations it was creating inside of me. There was just
something about SEEING him fuck me that made the actual act of fucking me so
much more exciting and enjoyable.
As for Steve, I knew he really got off watching me whenever I sucked his dick
so I knew he would appreciate me making it easier for him to watch. He told
me he liked it best when I actually looked upward at him and our eyes would
meet as his dick disappeared in my mouth. That and “no-hands” were the two
things that seemed to really excite him when I blew him - not to mention my
mouth on his cock.
Sheesh, where was Steve? It wasn't like him to be late when he knew I was
waiting for him. I got off the bed and started pacing around my bedroom,
trying to take my mind off of how horny I was. Then too, where was Sharon?
As I passed by my window I looked out onto the deck below and the hot tub
which was just under my window. Suddenly a thought came to mind. Wow, I
could have fun with Steve yet make it so both Sharon AND my dad could watch
without each seeing the other! Quickly I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor
and pulled it over my head as I made my way to the hallway. It would be just
my luck that Steve would show up now so I hurried down the stairs.
“Something wrong baby?” my mom asked from the living room where she and my
dad were sitting, each with a glass of wine that they typically enjoyed after
dinner.
“Where’s Sharon?” I asked, catching my breath after the quick run down the
stairs.
“Nice t-shirt Kelly,” my dad commented, seemingly oblivious to my situation.
“Dad!” I huffed, tugging it down a little but it was a hopeless cause. It
barely even came down to my belly button, let alone anything lower. Good
grief, it wasn’t like he’d never seen me this way before and I was trying to
get something done before Steve showed up.
“Just saying,” he said to get in the last word. He reached over and patted
my on my bare butt but I swatted his hand away. There was a time and place
for everything and this wasn’t the time!
“She’s downstairs,” my mother finally said.
I quickly told them my plans and my mom promised to help out after which I
leaned down and gave her a hug. I could always count on her! Now as for my
dad... I could always count on a few things but not necessarily what I always
needed help with!
Damn! I’d forgotten something else! Racing back up the stairs I opened the
hallway closet and grabbed a couple of towels and then headed back down the
stairs again. It was like I was giving myself a pre-sex workout! Waving to
my parents as I passed by, I headed for the kitchen and was just opening the
door to the deck when I heard a knock at the front door. Whew! Just in
time!
As I closed the door I could see down the length of the house as my dad got
up to answer the door. Steve once told me how intimidated he’d been the
first time he’d come over and my dad opened the door. I wonder how he would
feel now if he knew why my dad was being so nice to him? It’s not every
father that looks forward to his daughter’s boyfriend stopping by to fuck his
daughter after all.
I hurriedly pulled the cover off the hot tub and turned on the jets. As
quickly as I could I lowered myself in but the water was so hot I had to take
a little time to adjust to it. Once I was mostly in I took my favorite seat
- the one with the jet in the opposite end that I kept pointed straight at
me. Lifting my right leg up and onto the lip of the tub, me left dangled to
the bottom of the tub. Mmmmmmm, the jet felt so good against my pussy!
“I see you got started without me,” Steve teased me a few moments later a he
emerged from the house.
“Well, get those clothes off and join me,” I replied, motioning with my hand
for him to get in.
By now Steve had lost any shyness about stripping off his clothes at my
house, even when my parents were home. I’d always assured him that my
parents respected my privacy and so far as he knew, that had always been the
case. There had never been any “accidental” entries into my room while we
were having sex or anything else so overt.
As far as Steve was concerned, I had the coolest parents of any girl he’d
ever dated! Well, I would agree with him on that point but I knew better
when it came to just how much privacy they were actually giving us. I bet he
would have really freaked if he saw some of the photos my dad took of us!
I bit my lower lip in anticipation as Steve dropped his jeans and underwear,
his already hard dick looking so yummy and ready for action. When we first
started dating he would take his shirt off first which I guess was the more
natural progression. It didn’t take long for me to train him to start with
his pants and underwear instead so I could see his dick sooner in the
process. There was just something that made him so sexy standing there with
just a shirt on with his erection poking out through the shirt tails!
“Mmmmmmm, I see someone else has been starting early as well,” I purred over
the noise of the jets, my eyes fixed on his hairy crotch.
Steve wasn't nearly as bushy down there as my dad but there was still plenty
there for me to play with and bury my face in while I was sucking on his
cock. I’d never felt a full crotch of pubic hair before I was with Steve but
it didn't take long for me to learn how much I enjoyed the feel of it between
my fingers and against my cheek.
“You know Kelly, sometimes I still can’t quite believe your parents are OK
with all this,” he said as he slowly lowered himself into the hot water, “I
mean like the father of the last girl I dated wouldn't let me even kiss her
in front of him! He would’ve killed me if he knew we were having sex.”
The last thing I wanted to hear about at this moment was anything about his
old girlfriends so I didn't respond, hoping he would take the hint.
Meanwhile he’d moved over to the middle of the tub and was reaching out to
touch me. Despite the heat of the hot tub I shivered as my lover’s hands
roamed all over every inch of me.
God it made me feel so sexy to have Steve’s hands roam all over my body! It
was like I was giving myself to him, letting him do something to me that
nobody else had ever done. Sure my dad had pretty much touched all of me at
one time or another but that was completely different. Like, it’s hard to
sit on his lap when we’re in the hot tub and NOT have his hands all over me
but that is nothing like this. My dad is just helping me keep my balance
whereas Steve is groping me!
I closed my eyes and focused on Steve’s carnal attention as his hand ran down
my thigh and then back up again, moving inside such that when he reached my
crotch his fingers would run over my pussy and then up and over my clit.
Again, it was similar to when my dad would massage me except for that move at
the end. My dad’s fingers might make it all the up my leg but he always
would detour just enough at the end to avoid my pussy. That’s the difference
between being touched by your boyfriend and your father. Sure I enjoy the
way my father makes me feel good but I LOVE the way Steve adds that extra
touch at the end.
With my head laying back against the tub, Steve was working on my stomach and
boobs as I opened my eyes and looked up towards my bedroom window right above
us. If Steve had been looking at me he would have seen me smiling but he
wouldn't have known the entire reason why. Sure I loved the way he was
fondling me but imagine if he knew that just one story up his younger sister
was watching us through the opening in the curtains!
OMG! This was so hot and I wasn't thinking about the temperature of the
water. I could only see Sharon’s face and barely even that so I had no idea
what she was doing as she watched. Was she just watching or was she getting
horny? I wondered if she had stripped down to watch us or maybe just
loosened her shorts to let her play with herself? Knowing how she loved to
masturbate I couldn’t imagine she was just watching the scene below her and
not doing anything about it.
My eyes lowered and I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Sure
enough, my dad was also keeping an eye on things from the kitchen door
window. For a brief moment I thought about what might happen if he and
Sharon were watching me together. Would they both get so horny they would
masturbate together? The way things were now they might not even know the
other was watching but it never hurt to fantasize about it.
“I want your dick,” I gasped as Steve started to concentrate on my clit,
rubbing it underwater as the jet continued to do its work as well.
Steve grinned and stood up in the tub with his erection now just inches away
from my face. God it looked so inviting! He was rock hard now, his dick
curving upward such that while standing it was actually pointing up to the
sky. His wet pubic hair was plastered against his crotch, revealing more of
his shaft than usual which only emphasized the size of his erect cock.
While I really had nothing to compare it against, I loved Steve’s dick and
never grew tired of looking at it. Sure I’d seen my dad’s but that was only
when he was masturbating from across the room or just a passing view as I
would walk past their bedroom. The closest I ever got to it was actually in
this same hot tub like when I would sit on his lap or he was getting in and
out next to me. Even though he might have an erection then it didn't give me
the same feelings as I felt now with Steve’s dick hovering right in front of
me. My dad’s dick was hard because he was just a normal horny man. In stark
contrast, Steve’s dick was hard because he wanted to fuck ME with it and THAT
made it so much better for me.
“Mmmmmmm, let me have that,” I murmured more to myself than him as he
probably couldn't hear me over the din of the jets. I thought about that and
reached over to turn off the jest and suddenly it was like deathly silent in
comparison.
“Ahhhhhh, that’s better,” I said, smiling as I looked up at him and reached
for his dick, “God I want that!”
I stroked it a little at first and then Steve moved in closer so I could take
it in my mouth. It tasted a little funny because of the bromine in the water
but it felt just fine between my lips as my tongue ran all around it.
Knowing I had an audience above me I tried to brush my hair back and keep my
head tilted so Sharon would be able to see her brother’s dick in my mouth. I
wondered if she was licking her lips as she imagined how it would feel in her
mouth instead? Had she ever even touched a dick, let alone sucked one? If
so, she’d never told me about it.
As for my dad, the way Steve was standing I imagined all he was seeing was
Steve’s bare butt but then I wasn’t as worried about what he saw so much as
Steve’s sister. My dad could always watch me sucking Steve another time but
how often would Sharon have this opportunity?
God I felt so ridiculously horny as I sucked Steve’s dick knowing I was being
watched by one of my best friends AND my father. Like, this was something I
would have never dreamed possible just a few short months earlier.
Mmmmmmm, I loved sucking Steve’s dick. Some of my girlfriends claimed that
when their boyfriends pushed them to suck theirs that they didn't really like
it, especially when they came. In fact, most of them either said they
wouldn't let their boyfriend cum in their mouth or they spit it out right
away. Beth and I were really the only ones who seemed to want to do it for
our own pleasure more so than just trying to keep a boyfriend. No doubt
Steve wouldn’t keep dating me if I stopped putting out but that wasn't why I
did it - I LOVED doing it!
Sometimes I have to wonder about some of my friends. Like, if they want a
boyfriend like mine then why complain that they have to put out for them?
You can't expect a guy to take you out, buy you things and entertain you and
not expect something in return? Those movie tickets cost money which means
he had to work to get it. The blowjob he expects in return is easy to do so
it seems to me that as a girl I’m getting the better end of the deal. Not
only that, but I enjoy doing it!
Then there are those girls who are OK with blowjobs but draw the line at sex.
I’m not really sure if that’s not even worse than the BJ holdouts. Sure all
guys love blowjobs but if my boyfriend is any sort of example, they love sex
even more. If a girl wants to claim one of the more popular guys in school
like Steve, then she’d better be willing to give him what he’s getting from
the other girls. When I started Steve I knew his reputation so when he
wanted to fuck me, it was like either do it or forget being his girlfriend.
Then again, I think I enjoy it as much as he does so it’s not like it’s
putting any sort of hardship on me!
Speaking of which, sucking Steve’s dick was fun but I was too horny to do it
for much longer. As I said, I wanted sex just as much as he did!
“Fuck me,” I said firmly as I dropped his dick from my mouth and looked him
straight in the eyes.
“Ohhhhh, so you want me to fuck you now, eh?” he teased me.
It was all part of the games we liked to play. The evidence of his desire
was practically poking me in the eye so it wasn't like he was fooling me or
anything. I’d learned early on with Steve that as much as he wanted to do me,
it was me asking for it that REALLY turned him on.
“God yes, I NEED you in me,” I begged, playing along with the game.
Then again, it wasn't just a game - I DID need him in me right then, more
than anything else in the world at that moment. It was like my pussy felt so
empty and I needed something to fill it - Steve’s dick.
Steve started to lower down in the water but I didn't want to have sex
underwater, not with his sister watching above us. A bunch of splashing
around wasn't what Sharon had come over to see and it wasn't what I wanted to
show her. No.... I wanted Sharon to SEE her brother’s dick in me, to see me
enjoy what she could only lust for in secret. OK, so I admit it - I wanted
to show off.
“Let’s do it up here,” I said a I pulled myself up and sat on the edge,
scooting over to the corner where there was more surface to sit on.
Steve didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Face it, all he wanted was
to fuck me. The where and how wasn't nearly as important to him as it was to
me.
I reached behind me and gripped the edge of the hot tub as I inched up as
close to the edge as I could to make it easier for Steve to access my pussy.
He had gripped his dick with his hand and was so eager to get it in me he
practically fell when he slipped on the slippery floor of the hot tub.
“Careful big boy,” I teased him, “I wouldn't want anything to happen to that
lovely dick before it has a chance to get in me.”
“Yeah, you like my dick, don’t you,” Steve growled as he moved in closer.
I smiled, wanting to look up to the window to see Sharon’s face but not
daring as Steve might wonder what I was looking at.
“Nooooooo, I don't LIKE your dick, I LOVE your dick!” I gushed as he started
to rub my pussy with the tip of it.
“Well, I love your fuzzy little pussy,” he answered as he lined his dick up
with my pussy hole.
God, why was he taking his time like this? I just wanted it in me and the
heck with all this playing around!
“Fuck me dammit, fuck me,” I demanded as I tried to arch my back and push my
pussy up to his dick.
Normally I loved to look down at a moment like this and watch Steve’s dick as
it first entered me. God, how many times had he fucked me in the past few
months since he took my virginity? So far it was the only cock to ever be in
this position but that was fine with me. I loved Steve and I didn't care if
no other boy ever fucked me so long as he did. To actually SEE the tip of
his dick disappear into me and then FEEL it split me apart as the head forced
its way into my tight fourteen year-old pussy was incredible erotic.
Well, this wasn’t a “normal” time. Instead of looking down, I leaned my head
back and looked up to my bedroom window where Sharon was peering through the
curtains. Our eyes met and I smiled as Steve’s dick filled my pussy. I felt
so good but at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder what Sharon was
feeling. Did she have any idea at all how good her brother could fuck her if
he wanted to? In any case, I certainly did!
“Oh yeah Steve, that feels so good!” I moaned, squeezing down on his dick
with my pussy once he was all the way in me.
“Shit your pussy is so fuckin’ tight!” he gasped as he just held himself
motionless inside of me as I gripped and then relaxed and then gripped his
dick again.
“Oh Steve, I love you!” I cried out as he started to pump me with his cock.
Steve didn't reply, just as he never did when I said that, but I knew from
the way he was fucking me that he felt the same for me. Like, how could he
make me feel so good and fuck me so often if he didn’t feel the same for me
as I did for him?
We fucked this way for a while and then Steve pulled out and grabbed me by my
waist to twist me around. While I preferred a position where I could look at
him and see his dick in me, Steve seemed to get off from doing me doggy
style. I liked it better when we were in my bedroom and I could see us in
the mirror over my dresser but usually it was more like this where I just
leaned forward and looked straight ahead while Steve did his thing from
behind me.
In this position I couldn’t look up to see if Sharon was watching but I had
no doubt she was. If anything she probably had a better view of her
brother’s dick in me than before so there was that to consider. If she was
masturbating about her brother fucking her now I wouldn't have blamed her.
So what if he was her brother anyway? It was just sex and given how good
Steve was making me feel now, who could blame her for wanting some of it for
herself?
When Steve had enough he pulled out and told me to get out of the tub. He
laid out the towels on the deck and I momentarily hesitated. Thankfully it
was abnormally warm out so after getting out the hot water I wasn't freezing
as I should have been this late in the year. What made me hesitate though
was I really didn't feel like laying on the hard decking. Normally we’d lay
out the seat cushions but my dad had brought all that stuff in for the
winter.
“C’mon, I want you to ride me,” Steve said as he laid out on the deck. Well,
so long as he was OK with it, then who was I to argue?
Thankfully Steve didn't catch on to anything when I subtly positioned him to
help give the best possible view to our observers. Then again, why would he
ever suspect his own sister was watching and as for my dad, who in their
right mind would ever think my own father would be watching me having sex
with my boyfriend?
Steve had his hands behind his head to help lift it up to better watch what I
was doing. As for me, I stood up and straddled his hips, dripping water from
my naked body onto his. Putting my hands on my hips, I stood there for a
moment and looked down on him.
“Like what you see?” I teased him, wiggling my hips. With my feet spread
apart on either side of him I knew he had a great view of my freshly fucked
pussy.
“Now THIS is what I call a view,” he laughed. I could see that his eyes were
fixed on my crotch.
“Well, watch this then,” I said as I bent my knees and lowered myself down to
him.
I reached back with one arm and put my hand on his leg to steady myself as I
used my other hand to position his dick in place so it would go where it
belonged - inside of me. It was a little awkward staying on my feet but I
didn't want to hurt my knees on the hard deck surface.
Oh yeah! Once again I got to enjoy that initial feel of his dick penetrating
me although by now my pussy had stretched out enough that he easily entered
me. I literally sat down on his lap, his dick impaling me like a spike. God
I loved him in me!
It was easier to rock back and forth than to lift myself up and down on his
dick. The result was essentially the same with half the effort. While I
enjoyed WATCHING his dick when he would slide it in and out of me all the
way, at a time like this when I really couldn't see what was happening it
didn't make all that much difference how much he moved in and out more so
than the fact he was moving at all. It was the relative motion of his dick
to my pussy that created the tingling sensations in me, that drove me NUTS!
“Make me cum Steve...make me cum,” I cried out as he reached forward with one
hand and started to play with my clit with his thumb.
It was just what I needed right then, that extra little bit to send me over
the edge as I orgasmed. I leaned back with both arms behind me, hands on his
thighs as I just wiggled my hips enough to let me feel his dick moving in me
as I cried out with pleasure and happiness.
“My turn!” Steve announced as I felt him jerking under me. I knew he was
cumming in me, even if I couldn't feel much more than his cock as it spasmed
inside of me.
When we both finished I sat up straight on him again and then lifted myself
up and off his dick. My knees felt like they were going to scream but I got
up high enough so my pussy was now maybe a foot above his dick. Steve
started to say something but I shushed him.
“Just be patient and watch,” I told him as I squeezed down. I could feel his
fresh sperm dripping from my pussy and I did my best so it would land on his
still hard dick. Steve saw what I was doing and grinned.
“Damn, where did you come up with this idea?” he practically giggled.
It was from one of my dad’s porn DVDs but I wasn't going to tell him that so
I ignored his question and simply said, “Just shut up and watch.”
Once I had coated his dick I stood up and then kneeled on one side of him.
The heck with the hard deck, I wanted this! Without using my hands, I leaned
over like I was bobbing for apples and took his cum-coated dick in my mouth
and then lifted my head with my lips around it to suck off all the cum I’d
dripped on him.
“Mmmmmmm,” I said, which was about all I COULD say with a mouth full of cum.
So much for being taught not to talk with your mouth full!
“Fuck, that is SO hot!” Steve gushed, staring at me as I swished the cum
around in my mouth and then swallowed it in two gulps.
“I love your cum... I love it IN me and I love to eat it,” I said trying to
act naughty.
“Well, you can have all you want,” he offered, a huge grin on his face.
It was starting to get chilly so as much as I might have wanted to go for
seconds, I figured we’d done enough for today. It wasn't like I hadn’t put
on a good show for my audience and I couldn't wait to get my reviews.
We dried ourselves off and then got dressed. Steve had all his clothes but
then he noticed that all I had was the T-shirt, and one that didn't exactly
hide all that much either.
“That’s all you wear around the house?” he asked, “I mean, even with your dad
home?”
“So what?” I asked back trying to act flippant.
“Well, it doesn’t even come down past your belly,” he said, “Not that I’m
complaining, mind you - I could look at your pussy all day but don’t you feel
funny that your dad sees you this way?”
I just shook my head and took his hand to lead him back to the kitchen door.
“My dad’s seen my naked since I was born, what’s the big deal?”
“That is just SOOOO hot,” Steve grinned.
I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder and said, “You’re so bad. Get
your mind out of the gutter. Besides, I’m not the one messing around with
one of my parents.”
Ooops, I knew instantly I shouldn’t have said that but I’d been so focused on
everything else going on that I didn't think it through before I said it.
“Dammit it Kelly, I thought we agreed never to talk about THAT,” Steve said
angrily.
I instantly apologized and for a moment even considered sucking him off again
if that would help soothe things between us. But then he smiled and punched
me back gently.
“OK, I deserved that for what I said about you and your dad,” he apologized,
“That was wrong of me.”
Just as I thought he was being the perfect gentleman, then he added, “But you
gotta admit, it WOULD be hot.”
“You horny bastard!” I said as I punched him - hard this time.
“Guilty as charged,” he laughed, “And I know you love it.”
We were almost to the door so I didn't say anything more. As we walked in I
thought about how my dad had been watching us through this very door just
minutes before. After all he had just said, what would Steve think if he
knew my dad enjoyed watching me being fucked by my boyfriend?
Back in the house my parents were still in the living room, the wine bottle
now empty except for what was in their glasses.
“I guess you’re done... have a good time?” my mom asked sweetly, as if we’d
just come back from a school dance.
Steve actually blushed which I thought was so sweet. If he only knew...
I grabbed Steve by the arm and pulled him in close to me, laying my head
against his shoulder.
“Oh yeah, my guy fucked me REALLY good today mom.”
I thought Steve was going to jump out of his shoes! Of course he knew my
parents knew what we were doing, we’d moved past that hang-up months ago.
However this was the first time I’d ever spoken about it so openly in front
of my parents with him next to me.
“Kelly?” he practically choked out. Now he wasn't just blushing, his face
was beet red!
Thankfully my dad let my mom take the lead. Somehow it just seemed less
direct when she spoke than him and after what he had just said about his
fantasies about me and my dad, all the better that my dad keep quiet and not
stoke that fire any further.
“Don’t worry Steve. Besides, it’s not like it wasn’t obvious,” she said
smiling as she nodded towards my crotch. I’d wiped it clean when I dried off
but evidently some more of Steve’s cum had leaked out when we walked in.
Poor boy, he was so embarrassed now so rather than make it any worse I pulled
him towards the front door and kissed him goodbye.
“I love you Steve.”
He kissed me again and headed out the door without a word.
Chapter 6 - My Reviews
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After Steve was gone I shut the door and returned back to the living room.
“Wait! If you’re going to sit down then put down a towel first,” my mother
told me, ever worried about her furniture, “You know Kelly, sometimes it
really doesn’t hurt to wear panties.”
“Oh Mom!” I whined.
She was always on my case about that. Just because she never went out or
around the house without them didn't mean I had to. At least I wore
something on top which was better than my Aunt Linda’s typical choice of
clothes around the house - or should I say lack of clothes. If my mom could
live with her own sister running around nude all the time then why complain
when her daughter preferred to be bottomless?
Still, she had a point so I laid out my towel on the loveseat and took a seat
with my legs curled up under me. My mom wouldn't let it go though as she
went to the kitchen and brought back a dish towel.
“At least wipe yourself then,” she huffed as she tossed me the towel. I
caught it and rolled my eyes as I reached down to wipe what was left of
Steve’s cum on me.
We just sat there for a bit as my parents drank their wine and I enjoyed the
tingling in my pussy that remained from having just been fucked so good by
Steve.
“You know Dad, Steve was asking me about you seeing me naked. It seemed to
turn him on.”
My dad raised his eyebrows and looked at my mom for support who responded for
him.
“Steve’s only sixteen Kelly and he’s not mature enough yet to understand that
not everything is about sex. I mean, if anyone should know then you should
that all boys his age think about is sex.”
I laughed at that one. Boy was she right! It was like that was ALL Steve
ever thought about. No matter where we were or what we did, it was like the
only think he wanted was more sex. Not that I was complaining... LOL.
Then I thought about it some more and turned back to my dad. “Still dad,
when you were watching me and Steve today did it turn you on?”
My dad again looked at my mom in hopes she would rescue him but this time she
just smiled and left him to answer.
“Well of course it did Kelly. I mean, how could I NOT get excited seeing two
young teens having sex?”
“But I’m not just another teenager daddy, I’m your daughter.”
My dad nodded solemnly and answered, “Yes you are and I love you very much
and you know that. Still, you ARE a fourteen year-old girl and Steve is a
sixteen year-old boy. Face it, it’s not like I get the chance to actually
watch any other girls your age having sex.”
“So that turns you on? I mean watching girls my age having sex?”
There was something in my mom’s expression I couldn’t quite make out but my
dad was quick to answer before she said anything.
“Trust me Kelly, ALL men get turned on by it even if they won’t admit it.
It’s no different than masturbation - 80% of men admit they do it and the
other 20% are liars.”
It wasn't like this was news to me. I mean, all I had to do was walk around
the city pool in a bikini and see all the fathers staring at me to know what
he said was true. It was just interesting to hear it from him.
Just then I heard something behind me and turned to see Sharon coming down
the stairs. She entered the living room and upon seeing me sitting on the
towel her eyes grew large.
“Ummmmm Kelly, I should be going,” she said, turning away from me. What was
her problem?
“Wait Sharon,” I called to her, jumping off the loveseat to follow her
downstairs. She was probably intending to go out through the basement and
then across our back lawn to get home which was shorter than following the
streets and sidewalks.
I caught up to her half-way through the basement past the family room area.
When she realized I was behind her she turned to face me.
“Soooooo? What did you think?” I asked her excitedly. God, I couldn't
hardly wait to have her tell me what it felt like to watch me fuck her
brother.
“From the way you were going at it I guess he’s pretty good, just like all
the others girls say.”
Well, THAT wasn't quite the gushing response I’d expected. As for the other
girls, why bring them up?
“I saw you watching us.”
Sharon smiled at that. “Yeah, it felt really naughty watching you with him.
You know something? I’ve never actually seen two people doing it before, at
least not in person.”
“Did you masturbate?”
Now it was Sharon’s turn to blush although I wasn't sure why. It’s not like
her little fetish was a secret to anyone who knew her.
“Yeah... was that bad of me? I mean, I was watching my brother.”
Well duh, wasn't that what she wanted in the first place? So why all the
guilt trip now?
“Wanna taste him?” I asked naughtily.
Sharon looked at me in disbelief. “Huh? What do you mean?”
I reached down between my legs and pushed a finger up into my pussy. There
wasn't much of him left in me but there was enough for a tasting.
Sharon’s eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled as she backed away.
“Ewwwww, that’s gross!”
I shrugged and put my finger in my mouth, sucking off the delicious coating.
“God Kelly, sometimes I just don’t know about you,” Sharon said. Then she
looked down at me where my t-shirt ended.
“Like, you just sit with your father like that after a boy fucks you? I mean
with THAT coming out of you?”
“He doesn’t mind,” I said with a shrug.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. God, what’s happened to you?”
“What do you mean?”
Sharon shook her head and for a moment I thought she was about to leave but
then she answered, “It’s like ever since you started doing my brother you’ve
become... well you’ve become a slut. Everyone in school is talking about you
now. It doesn’t help my brother practically makes an announcement every time
he nails you.”
“I don’t know,” I tried to respond, “I guess I just like sex.”
“Maybe a little TOO much if you ask me.”
With that Sharon left out the basement door. I thought about what she said
about me becoming a slut and smiled. She may not have realized it but that
was the best compliment I’d had all day!
THE END
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