A tale from krisnjamie.  This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but
don't get heated.  It involves themes of a sexual nature.  Some of those
themes may sit uncomfortably with you.  If in doubt don't read it.



Stacey ate her cornflakes sullenly whilst an exasperated Ann sat opposite and occasionally tried to engage her friend in conversation. Time dragged until Matt arrived in the kitchen. He could feel the tension between the girls and went at the problem head on.

"So what's the prob girls?" Silence. "Ok, lets remember who the boss is here. Ann what's going on?"

Ann snorted. "Your sister thinks that I'm trying to steal her father." She stated

"Little tramp" hissed Stacey.

"Wait up" yelled Matt before the conflict could grow "Ann you wanna explain?"

Ann sighed "Stace thinks I fucked your dad so that he would like me better or something."

Matt looked at his sister.

"Well she did" squealed Stacey

"No she didn't" replied Matt quietly.

"Yeah whatever" came the sullen reply from his sister.

"Right, don't forget who's in charge here sis. If I said it didn't happen it just didn't fucking happen. Right?"

"So how long do you get to play the big I am then" snarled Stacey

"Well" said Matt quietly "I guess for as long as you want to keep up the pretence of being a sweet little daughter. As soon as you are happy to know how much you like being banged then I lose all power."

"Fuck off" snarled his sister.

"Ok" said Matt "If you must know I fucked Ann whilst dad watched. Happy now?"

Stacey looked at her brother trying to see if he was telling the truth or lying. Matt stared right back. As soon as the teen went back to her cornflakes he knew that he had won the round.

He moved around behind his sister. "Stand" he hissed in her ear "but keep eating"

The pretty teen stood, pushing hr chair back against Matt's legs as she did so. He ignored the attempted rebellion, reached forward and unceremoniously tugged her shorts and panties down to her knees.

"I told you Stacey. I make the rules here - now part your fucking legs."

Stacey parted her legs.

"Keep eating slut" her brother whispered in her ear as his hand snaked between her parted thighs. "I'm gonna make you come whilst you have your breakfast and then, for the rest of the day, I'm gonna make you so sore you'll know who the boss is tomorrow."

"You can't, the cleaners are in today." She hissed

"I can do" he said as two fingers found her slit "whatever the fuck I want. Ann open the fridge."

As Stacey wondered what was coming next her friend opened the fridge door.

"Pass me that cucumber" ordered Matt

"You can't" squealed Stacey.

"I can and if you argue anymore I'll let the gardener have you too."

Moments later tears of rage swept down Stacey's cheeks as her brother forced the cucumber into her tight cunt.

As Ann looked on Matt forced the cucumber as deep as he could into his sister, withdrew and then started to push again.

Despite her anger and humiliation Stacey orgasmed loudly after only 5 strokes and collapsed back to her chair as her brother withdrew the now slick cucumber.

Matt looked across at the smirking Ann.

"You girls do better when you are friends and working together" the boy said. He slid the cucumber across the table to Ann. "Entertain me whilst I eat." He commanded.

Ann didn't hesitate, shoving her shorts and panties down she moved to the centre of the room before working the tip of the fruit into herself. Soon her eyes were rolling and she leaned back against a counter so that she could use two hands to force the cucumber into her narrow passage.

"The little slut loves it" complained Stacey

"umm" said Matt "fun isn't it - maybe we can teach you to love it just as much."

The kids had just about finished in the kitchen as the cleaners entered the front door. If they noticed the musky smell that pervade the kitchen as they entered they didn't say anything and the trio departed for the pool area.

Over the next few days, whenever they were free of cleaners, gardeners and pool cleaners Matt practised his arts on the girls. When he tired he had them play with each other. By Thursday even Stacey was staring to feel left out if she hadn't had cock or tongue by lunchtime.

On Friday Matt produced the crowning glory by inviting some of the original boys back. Only three this time but when Matt invited the girls to race to see who would get naked first Stacey won by a hairs breadth. 

He looked down on his sister as she lay on her back, legs wrapped around the hips of the boy currently fucking her, her third in quick succession.

"Slut" he hissed

Stacey smiled up at him.

The fact that Stacey was fast becoming as much of a sex save as Ann was didn't seem to diminish the competition over Mr Stevens. Stacey was still not convinced that her friend was telling the truth and the conversation in the dark that night said as much.

"I still reckon you fucked my dad" whispered Stacey into the gloom.

"Oh shit, I thought we were past that" replied Ann sleepily.

"You won't win you know, he's my dad."

A light went on in Ann's pretty little head.

"That's it isn't it. You have the hots for your dad. You want him to do you sooooobad." 

"I do not" stormed Stacey

"yeah right" Ann shot back "goodnight slut"

Stacey giggled back "goodnight yourself slut."

The following week Mr & Mrs Mitchell came home for a few days. Ann moved back into the house with them and was, as far as possible, the dutiful churchgoing virgin that her parents had left behind. The fact that she could only sleep after shoving her had down her pyjamas for 20 minutes each night was testament to what she had gotten used to, to what she had become.

Further evidence of her apparent depravity occurred I the middle of that week when Stacey and Matt made a social call. Nr & Mrs Mitchell greeted the youngsters warmly and had no objections when the trio trooped upstairs together. They weren't to know that within seconds of her bedroom door shutting Ann was on her knees in front of the boy greedily sucking his cock. Moreover,  the very second that he deposited his seed in her mouth she twisted around to slaver over the newly shaved cunt of her friend Stacey. Indeed, Matt was half way through taking the young girl from behind when Mrs Mitchell called out that tea was ready if they wanted some.

Tea was drunk and cake eaten demurely around the table. Only the three teens knew that Ann wore no underwear and was clenching her thighs together to keep from dribbling boy seed all over the chair.

A day or so later and Ann was back sharing a room with Stacey as her parents left for the final week of their trip. This time it was Stacey lying between Ann's thighs as the excited teen held her friends head and encouraged her tongue to delve deeper. The noise carried ever so slightly as Mr Stevens went to his own room and he smiled a knowing smile.

It was one of those moments between father and son. A conspiratorial discussion about girls and their peculiarities, about girls doing things to girls. It was one of those moments when the cognac helped to loosen a young boys tongue and give his father a salacious description of girl on girl action.

"So they don't mind you watching then?" asked Mr Stevens

"Naw, they're s into it they don't care who's there" boasted Matt.

"So you've seen your sister naked?"

The boy spluttered

"It's ok son, I kinda guessed that you fooled about a bit"

Matt regained his composure a bit and grinned at his father.

"How much do you fool around with your sister Matt?"

Matt's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

"I er I um ... just a bit you know."

"No son, I don't know- but I'd like to" said Mr Stevens with a big grin

"They do what I say pretty much" admitted Matt and then into the silence "I kinda get them naked sometimes."

"Do you touch your sister?"

Silence

"Matt, do you touch your sister?"

The boy gulped "Yes sir I have sometimes."

"Is your sister a virgin?"

Matt's eyes went wide but no words came out.

"Matt have you fucked your sister?"

Again silence.

"Matt - listen to me, are you in control?"

"Control" queried the boy

"Ok, let's make this simple. How much control do you have over the girls?"

"A bit" admitted the flustered teen.

"Could you get them to do it with me watching?"

Relief flooded the boys features. "Yeah no problem dad, what do you want - girl on girl, what?"

"Your mother is away Friday and Saturday. Let's see what entertainment you can set up shall we?"

The conversation ended there.

Friday afternoon came with Matt explaining that he wanted the girls to do another striptease routine for Dad "as a thank you" he explained - although he didn't say what the thanks was for. The trio went through clothes and Matt helped/guided them into the choices he felt acceptable and simply said that they would know when.

The evening meal went by without incident and then the taxi arrived to take Mrs Stevens off. She was attending a hen party for a friend who was about to get married for the third, but probably not the last, time. She wasn't really up for it but Mr Stevens ensured her that all would be well at home and that she should make the effort.

Much later with wine and cognac flowing freely and cigar smoke in the air Mr Stevens signalled for Matt to start the party.

The boy motioned to the now slightly tipsy and giggling girls as he moved towards the music centre controls and moments later the opening strains of "the stripper" filled the air.

The girls snapped to attention and took centre stage as Matt retook his seat.

They had worked out a little routine between them and after discarding almost matching blouses they undid each others skirts and gyrated in time to the music wearing simple bra and thong sets.

The danced along until the music was about to end and were a little confused when Matt pointed the remote and started the track again. Ann caught on quickly and whispered to her slightly drunk companion.

"They want us to tae off more!" she said

"ur ok.... You up for it?" replied Stacey

Ann winked her affirmation.

As the music continued Ann turned her back on Stacey and allowed the girl to unsnap the clasp of her bra. Holding the flimsy material up to her breasts with one hand she turned and one handed performed a similar task for Stacey. They looked at Matt who motioned for them to continue and with a glance at each other for reassurance both girls hurled the offending garments to one side. Ann brazenly put her hands behind her head as her hips swayed to the music and Stacey, determined not to be outdone, followed suit. 

Matt still hadn't moved to stop proceedings and Mr Stevens had said nothing as he peered through the blue haze of cigar smoke so Ann turned her back on the audience and signalled for Stacey to follow suit.

Then, with a mischievous grin Ann hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her thong and waited for Stacey to catch up. Then with a flourish both girls shoved the unwanted material south and continued, back to the audience, to gyrate with the music.

Still no stop suggestions came their way and with a deep breath Ann turned to face Matt and Mr Stevens in her very natural form. Stacey hesitated just a second before she too bared all to her father. Matt had, after all, seen plenty of her naked body in recent weeks, her father, to her certain knowledge, hadn't seen her naked since she was 8.

The music stopped and Mr Stevens began to clap. Matt joined in and the two girls overcame any potential shyness and bowed low.

Ann took the initiative and bounded into Matt's lap. Stacey looked up t see her father holding his arms open and had little choice but to bound into his lap too.

Seconds later and she was sitting uncomfortably as her father tried to find neutral places to caress her. Matt, on the other hand, wasn't being shy with Ann and with two fingers sunk deep inside the girl he whispered into her ear.

After listening and exchanging a few words and a peck on the lips Ann rose up from her seat, moved over to Stacey and held her hand out in invitation.

Uncertain about what was happening but pleased not to be left sitting naked on her fathers lap, Stacey took the proffered hand and allowed herself to be pulled up. Ann quickly embraced her and started planting small kisses on her neck and shoulders.

Stacey looked quickly back at her father who smiled back and waved his cigar happily.

Stacey almost froze to the spot when Ann allowed her head to drop and encompass one of Stacey's nipples with her mouth. When the mouth moved to the other nipple at the same time as Ann's hand snaked between her thighs Stacey moaned slightly.

"Go girl" came the sound of her fathers voice and she began to relax into the sensations that Ann was causing deep within. A few moments later when Ann tugged at her arms she readily acquiesced and dropped to the floor with her girl lover.

Stacey lay on the tiles, grateful for the underfloor heating, as Ann nibbled her way down her torso. She felt the girls breath, hot and fast as her head sank past her abdomen and then the familiar tingle as tongue snaked out to taste.

Stacey looked around at sound of movement but her father was just adjusting his position and Matt wordlessly encouraged her on. Her eyes closed as the penetration began.

The girl was soon writhing around the floor in comparative ecstasy as Ann did her best to get her entire face inside of Stacey. All thoughts of the audience were lost and when Ann swung about to offer herself to her young friend Stacey was more than happy to have Ann's cunt pressed into her face.

It took several minutes of slurping, sucking and nibbling for the first orgasm to seek a path through Stacey's young body. She was well aware, from the fluids covering her own face, that Ann was well ahead on the orgasm front and a little piece of her was desperate to catch up. Catch up she did and after Ann had ground out a second orgasm from the young girl she moved off.

Stacey took a moment and then opened her eyes to see her friend kneeling between her brothers thighs, her head bobbing up and down in a now familiar movement. A movement caught her eye and she glanced at her father. He beckoned her over.

Stacey gathered her strength and crawled over to Mr Stevens. As she moved the short distance she watched as his fingers slowly undid his zip. Was she horrified? She didn't know. All she knew was that she was going to suck off her dad.

Stacey arrived between the older mans legs before he had managed to extract his erection. It didn't help that he hadn't put his cigar down and was trying the manoeuvre one handed. The girl took over and rather expertly freed the beast from its cage. She held it for a second, smiled up at her father who smiled down at her and slipped the head into her mouth.

He came almost immediately and the obliging daughter took it all. Just a tiny trickle evaded her and ran down her cheek and this she gathered with a finger. She sat back on her haunches.

"My turn slut" came her brother's voice and she turned, without hesitation, to take his proffered cock. She was dimly aware that Ann had taken her place between her fathers thighs as she greedily sucked on her brother. She was rather more aware that Ann was using one hand between her thighs and that, try as she might, she was losing control.

Thoughts did flash through her head.

"I just stripped for my father. I'm sucking my brother, I'm sucking my brother in front of my father.....dad already came in my mouth."

Nothing seemed to prepare her for the realisation that what was now moving between her thighs was not Ann's hand but another erection. She already had Matt's under control so it must be........ her mind failed to make the connection until just after her father had buried his cock up to the hilt in her moist passageway.

She swayed on hands and knees as he thrust time and time again into her. The only time she opened her eyes she saw Ann, cuddled up on her brothers lap, quietly watching. She orgasmed again and tried to remember how many times she had done that already but before she finished counting back she felt the familiar warmth of man seed flooding her insides and she collapsed back to the floor.

Stacey was aware that Ann helped her to bed and, when she woke in the silence of the night, she recalled the events of the evening. She certainly wouldn't be her brothers slave anymore she thought as she drifted off to sleep once again.

Ann awoke to the creaking of the bed next to hers. She opened sleepy eyes to see Mr Stevens waking Stacey in a most unfatherly way.

He noticed her watching.

"Morning Ann, you don't mind do you?" he said between clenched teeth as he ploughed into his daughter.

Ann hoisted herself up onto an elbow to watch. "Not at all Mr Stevens, knock yourself out."

Stacey's glare gave way to a smile as her father once again warmed her from the inside.

"Your mother" he panted between slowing thrusts "can't know about this Stace"

"I know daddy, I know" she replied.

The girls didn't dress for the whole of Saturday and Matt and Mr Stevens took advantage of their willing ways many times, in many places. Ann's particular favourite was coming back from the kitchen to find Stacey pinned between brother and father, one pounding each end, and her screaming for them to go faster, go harder, go anyways they want but keep on going. Well that was the gist of the noises coming from her cock filled mouth anyways.

Ann had competition in the slut stakes.

End of part 7.


