Harry Stevens

The family's wild ways

CHAPTER ONE

"Mmmmm, look at you," Mitzi Morgan lovingly sighed. "Just look at you. You have such beautiful, blonde curly hair. And underneath that you're so pink."

Mitzi was holding a mirror between her spread legs. She was speaking directly to her own cunt.

"Yes," she murmured. "And soooo juicy!" She rubbed her pussy, listening to it squish aloud. Spasms of pleasure rippled through her loins.

"There are plenty of boys who'd practically kill for a shot at you," Mitzi boasted on her cunt's behalf. "But you're just gonna have to be patient until the right guy comes along. I'll know who he is when it happens. Until then, though, you're just gonna have to be satisfied with me, myself and I."

Mitzi probed between her pussy lips into her moist gash. She began rhythmically fingerfucking herself.

"Ooooh, maybe Mr. Right hasn't shown up yet to stick his big, hard click in you," she teased. "But you don't seem to be complaining, now do you?"

Mitzi was well practiced at playing with herself, spending some special time alone with just her cunt at least twice a week. Sometimes her fingerfucking would be slow and tantalizing, as she gradually worked up to a single shuddering climax. Then, on other occasions, she would almost attack the sweet spot between her legs, seeing how many times she could come before she was orgasmically exhausted.

Tonight she was taking the second approach. She was so horny. One finger fucking her cunt wasn't enough. She added another and another, until her pussy had stretched to take her entire hand to the wrist. Then, her knuckles curling within the yielding tunnel, the fingerfuck had become a fist fuck.

"God, I've got so much in my pussy now," Mitzi swooned. "More than the biggest, hardest cock. Here I cummmmm!"

Mitzi climaxed with a buck of her hips that forced her fist even deeper into her cunt. Her hot, sticky cum leaked down her wrist, along her forearm, all the way to her elbow where it dripped like liquid velvet.

"Ahhh, more, more!" she excitedly urged herself on.

Punching to the depths of her pussy, Mitzi came again. Her personal record was four orgasms during one of these sessions, but she looked forward to breaking it the way she was cooking tonight. However, Mitzi would soon discover, this particular evening would turn out to be memorable for something far more important than simply an extra cum…

Ned Morgan had been so sure he'd finally get laid tonight. The girl he'd asked out definitely had the kind of reputation that made him think he could get into her pants. After all, several of his friends claimed they'd scored with her, so why not him?

It hadn't turned out that way, though. What made it even worse was that in the beginning she'd had Ned thinking he couldn't miss. She'd let him kiss her, then even feel her up through her clothes. But when Ned tried getting his hands on some bare flesh she'd stopped him cold.

"And just what makes you think I'm that kind of girl?" she had asked in a huff.

"Word gets around," Ned had awkwardly answered.

"Well, tell that mangy crowd in the locker room about this!"

Then his date had hauled off and slapped Ned across the face. He was still stunned from the blow when she jumped out of his car and stomped off into the night. But what really hurt the most occurred about an hour later when Ned was aimlessly driving around to try and work off his frustration. There the bitch was at a stoplight in a car with another guy, practically sitting on top of him. She flipped Ned the finger.

What it was that he was doing so wrong, Ned had no idea. Maybe, he thought, what he needed was a female point of view to help him understand why he kept striking out with chicks. Somebody he could just talk to honestly, without having the monkey on his back of trying to put the make on her. And one girl definitely seemed to fill the bill.

"Sis," Ned identified her. "If I can only think of how to put it to her in the right way, she ought to be able to tell me how I'm messing up."

So Ned headed for home. It wasn't that late, meaning that his sister ought to still be awake. Since their parents, Ned recalled, were off playing their weekly bridge game, the house would be free of adults.

Once Ned arrived, though, his sister didn't seem to be available after all. She wasn't watching TV and the house was otherwise silent. But then, when Ned looked down the hallway, although the door to her room was closed, he saw a crack of light from beneath it. But, of course, she might have fallen asleep with the lamp on.

In the silence, Ned went down the hall and put his ear to the door to find out if she was stirring. At first there was still no sound. But then Ned picked up something which resembled heavy breathing. And then it was accompanied by the apparent squeaking of bedsprings. But whether his sister was actually awake or just tossing and turning in her sleep, Ned couldn't be sure.

Should he knock? Ned raised his knuckles, deciding to give it a try. But he stopped short when he overheard his sister moan out loud.

"Sis must be having a bad dream," he reasoned. "Probably best to let her go through it on her own. I can talk to her some other time."

Ned was getting ready to walk away, when his sister moaned again. Only this time she was saying something.

"Ahhhh, more, more!"

"Jeez, what's going on in there with Sis?" Ned wondered in a whisper.

And next he overheard her rasp. "Oh, I know I can come again. Come again and keep on coming. Come more times than I ever have before in the same night."

The bedsprings squeaked more loudly, the moans got hoarser and louder. As he eavesdropped, Ned jumped to a logical conclusion.

"Sounds like Sis isn't alone in there," he noted under his own quickening breath, fascinated by his apparent discovery. "Damn, if it doesn't sound exactly like she's in there with somebody… a guy… getting fucked."

Ned couldn't remember ever getting a hardon because of his sister before, but he had one now. The idea of spying on her while she had a cuntful of cock was irresistible. And the door was unlocked when Ned tried the knob, so he carefully opened and nudged it ajar to see what he could of his sister in action.

There was no guy in bed with her at all, though. She was doing it to herself, nakedly squirming with her legs spread and her entire hand inside her own pussy, coming from a fist fuck and punching herself toward her next climax after this one.

Ned knew he should mind his own business and leave her alone. How would he feel if she were to spy on him while he was jacking off? However, his better judgment did not win out.

Not only did Ned remain, now he found himself inching the door open wider. What did he expect would happen if he didn't stop himself? He didn't know, but whatever the result he sensed that he was already past a point of no return.

Mitzi had just come for the third time since she'd started fist fucking herself. A couple more orgasms and she'd break her own record. And maybe the middle finger of her free hand would help, if she stuck it up her asshole at the same time she worked on her pussy.

Following her own suggestion, she probed her tightest opening.

"Oh, that feels so good down there. Sometimes I think I like it up the butt almost as much as I do in my cunt."

She added a second finger in her asshole to go along with her cuntful of fist. That did it. She was coming again, harder than ever this time, blinded by orgasmic lust as she closed her eyes to ride out the crest of sheer pleasure.

This was the mightiest climax yet for Mitzi, as her naked body thrashed on the squeaking bed. Maybe, she decided when it had run its course, she needed a rest before she went for the record-breaker.

With her eyes still, closed, she temporarily relieved the pressure on her cunt by removing her fist from it for now. Then she licked her sticky hand, savoring the flavor of her own cum. After that, she sucked the tangy fingers that had been in her asshole.

"Now where's my mirror?" she then asked herself. "Got to see what I've done to my pussy and butt before I start in on them some more."

Reopening her eyes, Mitzi blinked to focus while glancing around in search of the mirror. But where her gaze landed instead made her abruptly forget about more pleasure, as stark panic overwhelmed her.

"No… can't be!" she gasped. "I can't deal with this!"

There was no escaping the stunning reality of the situation, though. Her door was wide open. Andy there, between it and Mitzi, stood…

"Ned!"

After she'd croaked his name, Mitzi was at a complete loss for words. Then it was his turn to speak.

"Know I don't have any business in here, Sis," her brother self-consciously muttered. "But, damn, just couldn't help myself when I found out what you were doing. Be honest with you, Sis. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen." That Ned was genuinely turned on was obvious. The telltale bulge at the crotch of his tight jeans left nothing to the imagination. And at this point, Mitzi stared straight at it.

"That's right, Sis," Ned sheepishly admitted, "my cock is plenty hard for you. Dunno exactly what I oughta do about it. All I know is that you've got me horny as hell. Just wish you were anybody except my own sister."

Mitzi swallowed a mouthful of air, probably the first breath she'd taken since her brother had appeared on the scene.

"Show me," she said shakily to her brother. "Show me."

"Huh?" Ned nervously gulped.

"Show me how hard your cock is for me," Mitzi told him, and suddenly her voice was eerily calm.

"Y-you're kidding, aren't you, Sis?" choked Ned, unprepared for Mitzi's bold request.

"Guess I'll just have to look for myself," Mitzi impatiently snapped.

She was immediately off the bed. She backed Ned against the wall, then knelt before him.

He looked away as she unzipped his swollen fly. But he couldn't avoid what followed – the feel of her groping hand inside his pants. And then she'd grabbed what she was after, her slender fingers wrapping around the thick shaft of his rigid prick.

She pulled his cock out into the open. Ned could feel her warm breath on his exposed hardon as she closely inspected how he was hung.

"Oh," Mitzi sighed, "you're sooo big! Such a big cock!"

Then she fished out her brother's balls as well. "And these are so fat," she sighed. "Such fat balls to go with such a big, hard cock. Bet that adds up to plenty of cum when you shoot it for some lucky girl."

Ned hemmed and hawed. The fact was that so far there had been no lucky girl. He'd been doing his damnedest to score with somebody, anybody, but all he had to show for it was the last thing he wanted – his cherry.

"Do they suck your cock?" Mitzi then asked. "Do they usually, suck you off first?"

"Yeah," Ned breathlessly lied, unable to admit the truth about his stubborn virginity, "all the time."

"Mmmm, I can see why," Mitzi said, then licked her lips in the universal sign of hunger.

"H-have you sucked very many cocks, Sis?" Ned stammered, trying to draw his sister out about her sex life after lying about his own.

But Mitzi told the truth.

"How many cocks have I sucked?" she smirked. "Not a one. Just been waiting for the right boy."

"Just keep looking, Sis," Ned mumbled. "You'll find him sooner or later."

"I already have," Mitzi stated. "Right here in front of me. Right here in the same house, just waiting for me to figure it out the whole time we've been growing up."

Her tongue flicked out, licking the throbbing knob which capped her brother's jutting boner.

"God, Sis!" Ned winced. "Do you know what you're saying… what you're doing?"

"You were the one who started it when you walked in on me," Mitzi pointed out. "Now I'm going to finish it."

His heart stopping, Ned looked down. He saw his sister take half of his cock in her mouth. Then his pulse kicked back in with a thudding drumroll as Mitzi's slurping suction took hold.

"Sis, you keep this up," Ned soon warned, "and I'm not gonna be able to help myself. Know what that means, don't you?"

"Yum, I hope so," Mitzi gurgled with a mouthful of meat. "And the quicker, the better."

She sucked cock harder and deeper. Plus, she began squeezing her brother's balls. Ned was left with no choice, having to yield to the rising tide between his legs.

"What else can I do?" he helplessly gasped. Ned's crotch bucked, thrusting his prick all the way down Mitzi's deep throat. Then it erupted with a creamy torrent of scalding jism. "God," Ned groaned, "I'm coming… coming so hard!"

And, although this was her first blowjob, Mitzi was gulping down his cum as fast as his prick gushed. Indeed, even after her brother's climax had slowed to a dribble she was still sucking, nursing on Ned's cockhead as if it were an oversized nipple. In the process, her oral friction kept him as hard as ever.

Finally, it was up to Ned to end it. He pushed Mitzi's face away from his crotch, believing he'd now gathered the courage to put a stop to this between him and her before it became even more serious.

"Enough's enough, Sis!" he insisted. "This is as far as it goes between us… gotta be."

"Doesn't look like it's gotta be over to me," Mitzi teased, staring at how stiff her brother's cock remained. "Looks like to me like you're ready for even more than just a blowjob. Know I am."

"Sis, forget I'm still hard," Ned said. "In fact, forget I ever was in here tonight. Forget everything except that you 'n' me, like this, is dead wrong. We'd never get away with it."

"No, you've got it wrong," Mitzi countered. "What you're not getting away from is yours truly. Somebody has to take my cherry, and you're elected."

"Tell that to your cock and my pussy."

Mitzi returned to the bed. She spread herself out like a centerfold come to life, slipping a pillow under her ass so her crotch flexed. With her knees raised and thighs apart, her cunt yawned in invitation. Ned could even smell its natural perfume.

"Fuck me! You're the only boy I want to take my cherry!"

Ned was only human. He was all but hypnotized by Mitzi's cunt, the first one that had ever been offered to him. Regardless of the consequences, he wasn't going anywhere but straight to the bed and his spread-legged sister.

"All right, Sis, you win," he panted. "Just one thing, though, before I fuck you. Something that might change your mind."

"Oh, you mean that you're just as cherry as I am?"