Bob Ellis

The family eats out

Fanny lay back on the cool sheet and watched as her father's thick cock parted the moist lips of her cunt. The knob of the big bone was swollen fat, and she felt a thrill of pleasure as it spread her pussy. Soon it pressed against her membrane – pop! – and then Fanny was a virgin no more. She'd been fucked by her dad. "O-h-h-h," she moaned as the huge dork snaked into her molten cunt. "Oh, I love it, Dad."

He lowered his body over her, his strong chest pressing her large breasts flat. He lay like that for a few seconds, then kissed her cheek and spoke. "Are you all right, honey?"

She nodded, then spoke in a whisper. "Fuck me," she urged. "Fuck me good. I'm okay."

She saw him smile before she let her eyelids drop to enjoy the feel of his cock in darkness. She thrilled to the sensation of his bone withdrawing from the depths of her cunt, and then he began pumping her.

In and out her father thrust, his big whang plumbing the depths of her hot quim. She rose her ass off the sheet, jerking her loins upward to meet the downward plunge of his pelvis. Their pubic patches slapped together, the hair of each mingling for an instant with the hair of the other, and then they parted, the greased pole of a cock slurping out of the sopping cavern of a cunt. In and out the dick rammed, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over her body, from her pussy to her tits, making the nipples tingle.

Her mind floated in the inky blackness, her senses exploding with physical pleasure. Suddenly the thought intruded on her – the cock that had made her was fucking her cunt. The dick that had fucked her mother eighteen years before and brought her into being had not torn out her cherry. It was riding in and out of her cunt-hole, sliding on a mixture of her blood and come-juice. The idea thrilled her, sent a shiver through her body. She could see her dad's face in her mind, that handsome and pleasant face that had peeked over the side of her crib when she was a child, the face of that man she loved so dearly.

Now that man was humping the hell out of her and she was digging it like mad. No other man could fuck her this way, combining such love and tenderness with such power and sureness. This was the fucking of a strong and experienced man, not a nervous boy with a thin little prick. She loved it, loved the idea that her own father was banging her cunt, loved the powerful cock-thrusting that mashed her pussy-lips apart, pressured her clit, filled the deep hole of her sweltering twat. This was something she had dreamed of as she diddled her clit, imagined as she masturbated in the darkness at night. Now it was really happening. Her father was fucking her cunt.

He rode her higher now, expertly pressing her clit with the friction of each stroke. She heard herself scream uncontrollably as powerful shocks of pleasure racked her whole being. Her father's arms gripped her tightly, and she was only vaguely aware that her fingernails dug deeply into the hard flesh of his back. They were banging furiously now, her father pounding away in Fanny's tender young cunt. She orgasmed again and again, then felt after-spasms of joy slide over her one by one, only gradually declining in strength.

Suddenly she heard the heavy breathing that signaled her father was about to come. She stroked his back gently, let her soft palm slide down to the hard hump of his ass. She stroked his asscheeks as they punched the air in the fury of his fuck. Then he was coming, breathing hoarsely and jerking his whole body at her as if to bury more than just his bone in her hole.

"O-h-h-h," he moaned over her, as she felt his hot cum shoot into her in spurt after fiery spurt. She lay back in joy to think that she could please her father this way. He humped on, spending his jism, grinding slowly to a halt in his thrusting. He lay over her motionless for a time, his breathing thick and loud. Only minutes later did he raise his head and speak to her.

"Was it good for you?" he asked.

She had to laugh. Good? It had been fabulous. "I loved it," she said. "I wish we had done it before, Dad. I always dreamed of your cock, of getting fucked by you. My cunt ached for it."

Nelson Jones dropped his head to her shoulder, then raised it again. He started to speak, couldn't find the words and just shook his head. Finally, he said, "If only you had said something. Ever since those boobs of yours started to sprout, ever since a peach fuzz started up on your little puss, I've wanted to stick my cock in it. Even when you were a baby, I looked at that little pink thing between your thighs – like a tiny apricot with its little crease – and I've thought how lovely it would be to work my bone into its softness. You were a hot little cunt from the day you were born."

"Eighteen years of waiting," she said, stroking his hair. "I had no idea. I didn't know fathers and daughters ever fucked at least not until…" She caught herself. She mustn't reveal what May Williams had told her, that her best friend's father balled her with regularity. "Not until I read something about it a few months ago," she lied, completing her sentence. "I guess a lot of girls long for it, and a lot of fathers want to sleep with their daughters."

Her father only nodded, then placed his cheek against hers. The rough skin thrilled her, warm and masculine against her soft cheek. Her thoughts returned to May Williams and May's father. Right now, in the house next door, they might be fucking too. Their mothers were out shopping together, and Fanny guessed that May took every opportunity to do it with her dad. She hoped the girl would keep to her vow of silence after Fanny told her she'd gone ahead and fucked her father. After all, it had been May who put the idea into head. They'd been talking idly about sex and their fantasies, and Fanny had confessed her dream of getting laid by her father, May had told her of the running affair between father and daughter in the Williams household. After that, the lure of it had been too great for Fanny, and she'd hinted boldly what she wanted from her own father.

Nelson was rising off of her now, giving her breast a pinch as he got up. He pulled his cock out of her cunt, there was a tinge of pink to the dripping gunk. She watched her dad walk naked to the bathroom, heard him rinse off his prick at the sink, then return to dress quickly. She rose from the bed and made her own quick visit to the john, washing out her cunt, which no longer bled, pissing, then coming back to the bedroom. Her father was watching with obvious pleasure as she dressed.

"You must be the most beautiful woman in this town," he said, looking at her swaying breasts as she leaned over to step into her panties.

She smiled, not fully used to being called a woman. But she definitely was one now. Her cherry had been popped. "Thanks, handsome," she laughed, as she pulled up the silky underpants and wriggled them over the rounded curves of her hips. It was strange conversation to her, talking like this with her dad. Somehow, the words thrilled her, titillated her, sent that tingling feeling through her nipples again.

She tweaked them the way she did when she beat off, then picked up her bra and started to put it on. Her father stepped around behind her to help fasten her bra. She worked each full, shapely tit into a lacy cup, then drew the band around behind her on each side for him to fix the clasps. "It's so nice to have someone to do that," she smiled. "When you've got big boobs it's hard to put them in after you do the clasp."

He laughed. "Your mother always wants me to do her bra in the back too."

An unpleasant feeling went through Fanny at the mention of her mother. She wondered if her father had experienced the same thing. "Are you going to tell her about, about this?"

"I don't think we ought to," he came back. "Your mother and I love each other very much, and this would only hurt her. She wouldn't understand." His hands had moved around in front and were fondling her breasts through the lacy material of her bra cups. He hefted each large tit, then let a finger run over the nipple where it hardened rapidly to punch out the cloth.

She felt a warmth creep through her body, and she slowly wiggled her ass to caress the front of his body through his pants. Back and forth she rubbed, till she felt his rod grow hard once more in his pants. She backed up into it, felt it wedge between the cheeks of her butt, surging out against the rough cloth of his pants, pressing the thin material of her panties into her crack. She giggled, and heard him laugh as he slid his hands down to her waist to get a good grip and then pushed himself against her ass.

"O-h-h-h," she cooed. "I could go for some more. My cunt is getting excited again, Dad."

"There's not enough time," he replied. "I could do with another fuck myself, though." He pulled back, gave her a friendly swat on the can. "I have an idea," he said. "A way you can get me off, and maybe come yourself at the same time."

"What is it?" she asked, turning to face him. He had already placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and was guiding her to her knees. She didn't know what he was going to do, but somehow she was pleased and excited.

As Fanny watched, her father unzipped his fly and let his cock spring out. It grew quickly to its full size, the head pink and swollen. It bobbed before her eyes, tantalizing her. A slight musky odor rose to her nostrils, a smell that aroused her. She could feel the juices in her cunt, collecting and flowing to dampen the crotch of her panties.

"It's gorgeous," she said with a sigh. Her heart was pounding in her bosom and her nipples pressed outward for release from the binding cloth of her bra. "I love it, Dad. I just love your cock." She hadn't even seen a grown man's prick until that day, let alone a prick in a state of full hardness as his was now. When he'd fucked her, she hadn't gotten a chance to see it up close. She marveled at it, studying every detail, the thickly ridged head, the veined shaft, the strand or two of curly hair sticking out through the open zipper.

Fanny reached out a tentative finger to touch the hard, wavering head of her father's prick. The sensitive skin of her finger made an electrifying contact with the satiny flesh of the cock-knob, and she caressed the throbbing thing. All over the top of the knob she rubbed her slender finger. She heard her father moan softly as she did so. Then she heard him speak in a raspy voice. "Rub it underneath," he urged.

Fanny ran her finger under the head of the bobbing cock. Her father's breathing grew heavier, and he moaned louder. She worked the finger around under the head of his prick, following its throbbing movement as it went up and down before her eyes. She had an urge to bend forward and plant a kiss on the very front of the knob, where the pee-hole pursed itself as if puckered for a kiss. She resisted this impulse, feeling that her father would think something wrong with her.

She used the rest of her fingers now, wrapping them about the whole cock and frigging it back and forth. She felt her father's hands on the back of her head, and they seemed to be pushing her face towards the bone. She figured he was just responding with a spasm of his muscles, and she resisted. The pressure slackened quickly, and her father's hands found the buckle of his belt. He undid his pants, dropped them to the floor, and his white cotton briefs soon followed.

She had taken her hand away to let the underpants ride down over the hard cock, bowing it as they slid downward. The cock sprang back up, bobbing up and down and swinging back and forth. Fanny could see the full pubic triangle now, and his balls in their thick wrinkled sac nestled tightly below the root. The whole thing was a fascinating sight for her, and she gazed at it without movement. As she paused, she felt a strong hand on the back of her head once more, gentle but guiding her face towards his cock. She reached a hand up to resume frigging it, and when she did that, the pressure once more left the back of her head.

She was enjoying herself now, rubbing all over the prick, then feeling the large oval eggs in their heavy bag. She ran her long fingernails through the curly hairs, then concentrated on the shaft of the cock. She took it firmly in the palm of her hand and began a strong rubbing, her hand moving from the base of his rod to the knob at the end. She went on like that for some time, watching as his prick grew even more turgid. The musky smell had increased, and her father's hoarse breathing had grown louder.

Suddenly, a small gob of cream shot from the pee-hole, falling short of her face. The sight of it thrilled the girl, and she thrust her face closer to the cock, frigging it harder and harder. A second gob flew out, hit her in the nose, dripped down and fell to the floor. The third gob came out harder, flying upward as the prick gave a sudden jerk. The scum hit Fanny between the eyes, ran down in a narrow stream to the bridge of her nose, then leaked over to one side and trickled down to her nostril.

The cock went on spasming in her hand, but no more come flew out. It then went soft in her hand, then completely limp. She let go of it, watching as it hung straight down over his ball bag. Her father reached down to pat her shoulders and speak to her. "That was splendid," he said. "You're like your mother, a virtuoso with a man's cock."

Fanny got up, kissed her father, then completed dressing. Her father had flipped his cock back into his pants, zipped up and hurriedly cleaned up the splashes of come on the floor. After she had washed her face, Fanny went down to the living room. Her mother would soon be back from shopping with Susan Williams from next door.

Fanny was thinking about Susan's daughter May, her best friend. She would have quite a tale to tell her when she went next door after dinner. Fanny wondered what May's reaction would be when she found out that Fanny had finally done it. She's finally fucked her father. Fanny Jones and May sat on the bed in the neighbor girl's room. It was after dinner now, and they were discussing the fucking Fanny had gotten out of her father. As they sat talking, it thrilled the Jones girl to think that on this very bed, May had been screwed by her own dad.

"Your father fucks up a storm," May said, as Fanny finished the last of the lurid details. "Sounds like he's as good a cocksman as mine."

Fanny shivered with a chill of excitement that went through her. "But May," she said weakly. "Is… is it right, what we're doing?"

"If a fuck feels good in your cunt," May came back, "then it's okay." Fanny laughed nervously. "Look," her friend went on, "everyone has secret wished to fuck and suck their relatives."

"Suck?" Fanny asked with surprise. A sudden image of her father's thick cock-knob bobbing deliciously before her eyes came into her mind. She recalled for an instant how she had wanted to slide her lips over the satiny head. She shrugged that idea off, then thought about May's words. "Are you sure about that?" she asked.

May laughed and patted her on the arm. "Sure I'm sure. I've been laying Dad for over a year now, and that's not all the action that goes on in this house." Fanny's eyes opened wide. "I'll tell you at least this much," May continued. "Me and Frank have gotten it on."

"No shit!" Fanny said. Frank was May Williams' twenty-year-old brother, a tall and good-looking boy who worked in her father's business. He and Fanny's brother Ron were friends, even though Ron Jones had been a year behind Frank Williams in school. Ron worked near the place Frank did, and they usually had lunch together. Whenever Fanny saw Frank, a little thrill of desire had tickled her pussy. She was excited at the idea that May messed around with her brother, and it recalled to her mind the times she'd toyed with the thought of a little harmless sex-play with her own brother Ron. "Tell me about it," Fanny said to May.

"I'll do better than that," the neighbor girl said. "Would you like to take a peek while we fuck around?"

"Hell yes!" Fanny said, the charge in her cunt rising.

May laughed and patted her arm again. "C'mon," she said, springing from the bed. "Frank's room has a peekhole that only the family knows about. I've seen Mom and Dad fucking and… well, never mind all that now. The peekhole makes some of the action that goes on in this house a little more interesting. I'll show you where to stand, then bring Frank upstairs for a little fun."

May Williams led Fanny to a hall closet and showed her where a small piece of wood at eye level could be slid aside to give her a view into another bedroom. Then May shut the closet door. Fanny stood there for some time, then saw a light go on in the bedroom. As she stared through the peekhole, she saw first May and then her tall, good-looking brother Frank enter the room. She could hear their voices, muffled, and Frank seemed to be saying something about Fanny leaving so soon.

May was wasting no time. Even before Frank had closed the door to the hall, the girl had pulled her sweater off over the top of her head. As her arms came down, the motion made her large breasts jiggle in the confinement of her tight bra. May unzipped her skirt, and as she drew it over her rounded hips and lowered it to the floor, Fanny saw the deep cleavage between her melon-like breasts.

What a body, Fanny thought. May had even better tits than she did. She pressed her eye to the peekhole and kept staring. May had tossed her skirt aside and was down to bra and half-slip. Fanny felt a chill go through her body as the tall boy's strong arms wrapped about the naked midsection of his sister and drew her body to him. They kissed long and hot, not the usual kiss of brother and sister. Fanny felt the juices collect in her cunt.

Frank stepped back and took the waistband of the half-slip in his hands, then pulled it over the curving hips of the girl. Her blushing pink panties came into view, a trace of moisture at the crotch. The slip fell to the floor in a puddle of pink around her ankles, and she stepped out of it. This gave both Frank and Fanny another view of the deep cleavage between May's bobbing breasts as she bent to retrieve the garment and toss it onto a chair.

May smiled at her brother as she reached behind her and undid her bra. She removed it with a flippant gesture, letting her smooth round breasts roll free. They jiggled on her chest as she took a deep breath and straightened her back. Her tits were perfect, huge and beautifully shaped, white and flawless. May wriggled out of her panties and was now naked to the eyes of her brother.

Frank undressed hurriedly and led her to his bed. She started to climb on, but Frank made her sit on the edge of the bed. She smiled. Her brother stepped between her legs. His rod was stiff and close to her face.

Fanny stared at his body. She had a perfect view of it now. The boy was muscular and lean, well tanned and handsome. His cock was a good-sized one, almost as big as her father's. It had a good swollen head, thickly ridged and dark in color. The big knob was level with his sister's mouth. May's sensuous lips moved nearer to it, her mouth half open.

Fanny bumped her head slightly on the wall as she tried to press her eye even closer to the peekhole. She'd only made a slight noise, and the couple in the bedroom were so busy she was sure she hadn't been heard. What in hell were Frank and May about to do in that room?

The boy leaned slightly towards his sister, just as she inched her face further forward. Her lips were now over the cock-knob, and she closed her mouth to take the swollen mushroom inside, Fanny gasped as May moved her face towards the pubic bush, taking the entire cock into her mouth, inch by inch. Soon it was all in, and Frank stroked the back of his sister's head appreciatively.

May began working her lips up and back along the shaft of the great cock. She moved her head with a sensuous slowness, drawing her lips all the way back till the cock-knob was held in her mouth only by the high ridge, then leaning forward till her face was in the pubic bush. When May had the cock almost out of her mouth, Fanny could see the hard shaft glisten with spittle. Back and forth May's lips ran along the dick, and by the blissful look on her face it was obvious she was enjoying her task.

Frank was enjoying it too; he caressed the back of his sister's head with the palms of his hands, staring down at her, glassy-eyed. The sight thrilled Fanny as she watched through the peekhole, and she felt her hot cunt come alive. She reached under her skirt, parted her thighs, and began to rub the protruding lips of her quim with one finger, pressing through the silky cloth of her panties.

"O-h-h-h," she moaned uncontrollably, as she frigged away at her box in the darkness of the closet. Her eye was glued to the peekhole, her finger in the slit of her cunt. In the bedroom, May went on sucking her brother's rod, sliding back and forth on the rigid length. Her hands had slipped around behind his ass, and they gripped each buttock tightly. With each forward shove of her face she pulled his hard ass towards her. She was gaining speed now, giving him head at a quickening pace. Her eyelids had dropped shut, and she was in a private world of extreme pleasure.

Fanny saw Frank's hands drop from his sister's head, caress her smooth shoulders, then move around to her breasts. Leaning down a bit, he placed the palms of his hands underneath each huge tit, then hefted them and gripped them passionately.

He began to work the boobs around in a kneading motion, sliding, a thumb to each nipple, tickling the little nubs with a separate action. The sight of this made Fanny's tits come alive. With the hand that was free she began to rub her nipples through the cloth of her bra and sweater.

In the bedroom, the activity had leveled off. May was now stroking cock with her mouth in a smooth and regular rhythm. Frank was caressing her breasts in the same way. They went on like that for some time, till the girl pulled off the stiff bone and Frank let go of her full breasts. As her girlish lips left the wet knob of his cock, the whole rod sprang slightly upward, then bobbed tantalizingly in the air, back and forth with a springiness that sent a flash of excitement through Fanny as she watched.

May's firm breasts were bobbling on her chest, the nipples pink and erect, the solid flesh quivering with a dying motion. For a time, May just stared in enjoyment at her brother's cock, her hands now slid around to the sides of his body. The cock waved before her face. As its motion died, she gave it a tap on the side of the knob with one finger, setting it to waving before her face. Frank seemed to give a little laugh at this, and May did it a couple of times more. It was clear she was in love with her brother's hard dick.

Before long, Frank stepped back and May shifted her ass to the very edge of the bed. Then she lifted her feet and placed them on the frame, spread way apart to reveal her cunt to her brother. Frank picked up a pillow from the bed, set it on the floor below May, then dropped to his knees. He knelt before her like that for a few seconds, staring at her juicy slash.

May reached down and spread the outer lips, making the pink, petal-like inner lips pop fully into view. She pinched each of these with two fingers and pulled them further apart, opening her pussy for Frank to see in. Even from her vantage point in the closet, Fanny could see the little pink love-button up at the top of the cunt, straining outward – hard and anxious – where the inner lips came together.

Frank put his hands on the inner thighs of his waiting sister, then leaned forward. Fanny saw his tongue shoot out, and she understood what he was doing as he lapped upward, pressing his mouth hard against the open quim of the girl, as she perched on the bed's edge.

The handsome boy began to lap hard, raking his tongue upwards on the cunt lips. Fanny could see that he was pressing the inner lips flat, stroking all the way up to the clit. She could see by the ecstatic expression on the face of his sister that Frank was sending spasms of pleasure through her body. Fanny was dizzy with sensuous thrills and the confusion of seeing a cunt lapped for the first time in her life. She could tell it was pleasing by the look on her girlfriend's face.

She could stand the arousing sight no more, and she quickly reached under her dress with both hands, seized the waistband of her wet panties and pulled them down to the floor. She took her eye from the peekhole just long enough to step out of the underpants. Stuffing them hurriedly in her purse, she returned her eye to the peek-hole and her fingers to the hole between her thighs. Her legs were far-spread now, and she was able to hold her pussy lips apart with the fingers of one hand while she frigged her clit with the index finger of the other.

In the bedroom, Frank had reached a peak of frenzied speed as he lapped madly inside the molten cunt of his sister. She had thrown her head back in ecstasy, eyes closed, mouth distorted with sexual pleasure. She was writhing on the bed, her head rolling back and forth, around and around. She was in a paroxysm of pleasure. Frank was licking furiously with all the speed he could muster. Splashes of cunt-fluid flew in every direction, droplets of the creamy stuff sticking in the pubic bush of the young girl, small globules clinging to the eyebrows of the frantic Frank.

As Fanny watched, she felt herself about to come. O-h-h-h, she thought, I'm going to blow. She felt hot waves of lust shoot upward from her cunt to her tits. Then she exploded in a shock of orgasm. She went on frigging her clit-button, rubbing and pressing it feverishly. She was coming and coming, the spasms of pleasure shaking her body. At last she leveled off, and she continued to caress her cunt-lips as she experienced a heavenly after-glow.

In time, she felt her senses return. She pulled her fingers from her sopping cunt, let her skirt fall back into place and returned her eye to the peekhole. She had lost track of the action in the bedroom. She saw that May was now lying back on the bed. Her legs were spread wide, her knees slightly flexed. Frank was walking around to the end of the bed, his long stiff rod shaking in the air as he went. The boy climbed onto the bed from the end, crawled towards his waiting sister, then mounted her.

From Fanny's angle, she could see between Frank's spread legs as he inserted the swollen red tip of his hard-on between the blood-gorged pink lips of the girl's hole. The thick knob pressed the cunt-lips aside as it entered, and then Frank pushed the whole shaft into her pussy with the weight of his body. As Fanny stared in awe, Frank Williams began to fuck the hell out of his sister. The girl in the closet was aghast. Frank is fucking his sister, she thought. May was getting screwed by her own brother. Fanny went numb, but she was transfixed and unable to draw her eye from the peekhole.

The two of them fucked away, Frank humping his naked ass high in the air with each stroke, May lifting her hips off the bed to meet his every thrust with a powerful heave of her own. Each time the long cock came out of the wet pussy, Fanny could see its gleaming shaft, and each time it disappeared, she could see Frank's buttocks quiver with the force of their coming together. Fanny stared at the finely sculpted curves of Frank's bare backside. The concave configuration suggested the hardness of his muscles, and there was just enough hair to make his ass a study in masculine perfection.

Fanny smiled to herself as she watched the nude backside stab the air. She loved it. She wished she could be in the room to bend over that ass and kiss all over it. The thought sent a chill through her. She suddenly felt guilty about it. Her wish to kiss Frank's ass reminded her of the desire she had felt earlier in the day to kiss the swollen knob of her father's cock. Was there something wrong with her? On the other hand, she had just seen May Williams put her mouth on her brother's bane, and he had sucked the juice out of her hot cunt. Wasn't all of that wrong? She felt her passion subside, even as she watched Frank gain speed as he fucked away in his sister's sweet box. A brother and a sister fucking: was that right? A picture of her own brother flashed into her head. Ron was also tall and handsome, a football teammate of Frank's when they were in high school, just a year younger than Frank. She recalled that she had sometimes imagined Ron nude, especially when she could see the outline of his prick and balls through a thin or tight pair of jeans.

She had sometimes imagined Ron's dick with a hard-on, though she'd never even seen it soft. When she played with herself in the secret darkness of her bedroom at night, she would sometimes picture Ron in the nude, with a big bone on. All that came to mind as she watched Frank screw May. What she was seeing through the peekhole was real though, not an innocent imagining. Frank was fucking his sister, and the two of them were enjoying it like crazy. It was just as if they were a couple of innocent deer in the forest. They were fucking merrily away.

Fanny could see that Frank was nearing his peak. Hiss ass poked the air wildly, the bed jounced crazily, and his hard cock was sliding in and out of his sister's cunt like a piston in a car cylinder with the motor running in high gear. Frank's strong athletic body drove his prick deep within his sister's cunt on every stroke, May's lithe young body responding with her own powerful thrusts. Fanny could almost hear the sounds – the moans of passion, the heavy breathing, the creaking of the bed-springs. She could almost smell the odors – the musty perfume of rutting, the sweet bouquet of sweat.

Fanny was mildly excited again, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through her body, but she had spent herself with her fingers and could now observe the coupling somewhat more dispassionately. She admired the big ball bag of Frank Williams, bouncing between his legs as he fucked. She studied the symmetry of the humping couple, the spread legs and grasping arms. To her it was beautiful. She forgot that they were brother and sister, and that they were not supposed to be fucking. They were like a pair of animals, two wild mustangs out on the plains, doing what felt natural. To Fanny it was all very lovely.

She could see that they were both coming now. May's head was turned to one side, eyes closed, mouth forming the words of passion. Frank was thrusting like a machine, and Fanny could see a ring of white semen form around his dick where it spread the narrow cunt apart. As he fucked his last few strokes, a trickle of the white cream ran down May's flesh. They fucked a few more feeble strokes and then it was all over. Frank lay atop May, and both of them were motionless.

"Wow," Fanny said to herself. It was the first time she had seen a couple fuck, and she was impressed. Her wet panties were in her purse, and she could smell the scent of her own body in the tight confines of the closet. It was getting warm in there, and she hoped they would break up so May could let her out. May might have been thinking the same thing, because she patted Frank on one bare shoulder and he got up off her, a smile on his face. It took him a second or two to pull his still-swollen cock out of her creamy cunt, and a few seconds later it was hanging limp, swaying from side to side, glistening with fast-drying semen.

Fanny watched as Frank stepped into his briefs, then pulled on his pants and shirt. May stepped into her panties, then put her big breasts into the cups of her bra. Frank helped her fasten it, much as Fanny's father Nelson had done for her that afternoon. Fanny saw Frank stride from the room, then heard him go down the stairs, and it was not long before May let her out for a breath of fresh air.

"How'd you like it?" May asked.

"That was one hell of a fuck," Fanny acknowledged, but she said nothing about the cocksucking she'd seen, and she didn't mention the cunt-lapping that May had gotten from her brother.

They went back to May's room and shut the door, then flopped onto her bed. "There's a lot more to see in this house," May laughed. "But I don't want you to go away thinking we're crazy. There's never been a brother and sister that didn't play around with each other a little. Maybe only a little playing doctor, you know, 'show me yours and I'll show you mine.' Maybe a little touching on the cock and the cunt. It's normal."

"Maybe so," Fanny said, but there was no conviction in her voice. "Still… fucking your brother… I don't know."

"And you won't know till you and Ron give it a try," May said with a grin. "I have a feeling you dig it. I wouldn't mind getting screwed in my cunt by that big brute."

Fanny just shrugged. She had to admit that she'd had her eyes opened, and the possibility of experimenting with Ron was vivid in her mind. May led her down the back stairs so she could get out without Frank seeing her. Minutes after Frank had pulled his wet cock out of his sister's twat, Fanny was sitting on her living room couch with her brother Ron.

"There's never been a brother and sister that didn't play around with each other a little." The words stayed in Fanny's mind all evening, and she was thinking of them again when she awoke the next morning. It was Saturday, and her brother Ron would be knocking about the house all day.

At breakfast, she could not resist giving him furtive glances. He was wearing short, cut-off jeans that showed the outlines of his big cock and balls. Fanny was hot in the cunt, and when the meal was ended she followed Ron up to his room. "What's up, Sis?" he asked her.

"Just thinking about your cock," she said, feeling her heart jump as she took a bold chance.

Ron didn't look shocked. Instead, he smiled broadly. "Having some fun with your old brother?" he asked.

"Wish I were," she came back. "You know, we haven't played doctor in a long time, and your dick got a lot better since then."

He laughed and put his arms on her shoulders. "Look," he said, "I'll bet your snatch has improved too, but you don't hear me asking to have a look at it."

Fanny was fired up, from the events of the day before and the dreaming she'd done since. "Let's play doctor," she said boldly, undoing the snap of the shorts she was wearing. She let the pants fall to the floor, seeing Ron's eyebrows pop at the sight of her sleek white panties. She put her thumbs into the waistband and slid the underpants over her rounded hips, letting them fall to the floor in a puddle atop her shorts.