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Hottest family

CHAPTER ONE

"Wanna see my dick, little girl?" Randy Mitchell grinned at the luscious dark and dusky piece of sweet ass who sat next to him, purring like a sleek kitten in the front seat of his van.

"Hardly!" Lisa Darnell said in mock outrage, raising her lovely eyebrows and crossing her lithe and silken legs. "At least not yet," she added with a cock-stiffening smile.

Lisa's seductive little smile could stiffen a cock any day, as Randy knew from painful experience. The day was rare when a knowing glance from the hot little bitch failed to send Randy's eager young

dick shooting into erection inside his tight pants. Lisa was a torment for all the guys at Woodrow Wilson High, and she knew it, knew it and made the most of it.

Lisa was the classic cock-tease, never allowing a guy to go all the way with her and apparently enjoying his sexual suffering. Randy had gathered from the stories his buddies had told him that little Lisa was still a virgin, having turned back all attempts to enter her tight little cunt. The local guys had been working on her ever since junior high school, but to no avail. Nobody dared take her by force since she was the sheriff's daughter, and besides, most of the local guys considered force a bad scene. And. so Lisa had remained chaste, the only fuckable virgin left in the senior class at graduation time. Randy was determined to change her ways.

Randy had had considerable experience in getting into the well-filled pants of other cock-teases, and his successes,with hard cases were legend. At the tender age of eighteen he had deflowered more chicks than any of the other studs at Woodrow Wilson. In fact, Randy was known to be the super-stud of Ferrisville, Indiana. Lisa knew of his reputation.

It wasn't that Randy had any strange compulsion to deflower virgins. But fucking was such great fun, and virgins seemed to enjoy fucking the first few times a lot more than the chicks who had had it stuck to them since they were eighteen. And besides, Randy liked girls a whole lot, not only as objects of sexual attention but also as people. It

sure was a damn shame to let girls deprive themselves of the joys of hot fucking merely because of some stupid prohibition against spreading their legs for a guy. And so young Randy considered his cherry-picking activities a kind of community service, and most of the chicks whose cherries he had picked seemed to agree with him. Once the local girls learned a few things they really loved to ball. But Lisa was a bit different.

Lisa seemed to know all about fucking already, even though Randy knew for sure that she hadn't done any actual flesh and blood screwing. He had been sizing her up for two years, watching how she reacted to his buddies, watching the little tricks she used to turn the guys on. He had watched her look at guys out of the corner of her eye and make them writhe in their seats at school even with a sidelong glance. And he had seen the devastating effect on his pals when she looked them right in the eye and said something dirty, and said it with the lewd look of a hot-fucking cunt. She had had guys jacking off right and left ever since her wildly exciting body had begun to take on the soft contours of femininity. And what contours they were!

Lisa was tall and slender, not actually busty like Jean Penderson or Billie Withers, the two loosest chicks in school. Randy liked girls with big tits, liked to squeeze those big bulging knockers until the girl went wild inside, liked to suck those sweet breasts until the nipples grew hard and tingled with excitement. But luscious Lisa's tits were not particularly huge like Jean's or Billie's. Lisa tits

were soft-looking and smallish, and yet she was far more seductive and desirable than any of the big-bosomed chicks around town. All the guys were dying to hold those softly swelling tits in their hands, dying to suck those pert little breasts, dying to bite them gently while Lisa mewled softly in the heat of her passion. A few of the guys had actually managed to bare her tits, or so they bragged. But that was as far as she had allowed any of them to go with their petting. A few hard-won kisses, a few harder-won feels of leg or tit, a few even harder-won strokes on a guy's cock and the

night was over, as far as Lisa was concerned. It wasn't at all unusual to hear tires squealing in front of Lisa's house when her hard and horny date for the night peeled out in anger and disgust, having been left unfulfilled by the sexy little bitch.

Randy's glittering blue eyes roved over Lisa's dark legs, drinking in. her perfection. And what perfection! Lisa's mother was a full-blooded Cherokee, a long tall drink of sensuality. She had passed along her dark features to her daughter, features which made Lisa look mysterious and smooth beyond belief. Her body moved with catlike grace, with a fluidity that defied description. She could have been a model or an actress, a goddess beyond approach. But she was sitting right there next to Randy, within touching distance. The more he thought about her the more aloof she seemed, and the more desirable.

Even sitting in the front seat of the van he had outfitted strictly for fucking, she looked cool and aloof. It was as if she were the embodiment of

controlled sensuality. It was as if that sensuality were lying in wait like an animal, waiting to devour any male who strayed into her trap, and yet refusing to spring the trap, creating an unbearable tension that made Randy's nuts ache. She knew that Randy was undressing her with his eyes, and he knew that she knew. But still she sat there as if in church, as if fucking were the farthest thing from her mind. It was enough to drive a guy up the fucking wall! And then it struck him. He suddenly knew what it was about her that was driving hint wild inside. The sudden realization left him stunned.

She reminded him of Sherry, his kid sister! He had to look away from her for a moment or two, his embarrassment was so overpowering. Sherry had the same coolness, the same aloofness, and the same crotch-grabbing beauty. She was tall and slender like Lisa, although her features were lighter, her complexion translucent pink. Sherry moved with the same catlike grace, smiled with one same knowing smile at times, and had about her the same air of mystery.

Sherry was a year younger than Randy and Lisa, although she seemed to know more about life at eighteen than Randy did. It was Lisa's air of secrecy and incredible coolness that turned Randy

on. He had to admit to himself now that his kid sister's similar attitude toward him had been having a powerful but strangely unnoticed effect on his active libido. Perhaps it really wasn't Lisa that he wanted to fuck after all. Perhaps it was Sherry's tight blonde cunt that he secretly longed to sink

his eighteen-year-old cock into. He honestly didn't know what his true feelings were now. It was the first time since his initial exploration of sex at eighteen that he felt confused and uncertain of himself, and his confusion was a terrible embarrassment. He wondered how he could keep his cool with Lisa with visions of his sister flashing through his horny mind.

As free-thinking as Randy was about sex, incest was still taboo. He couldn't possibly be hot for Sherry! It was dirty, dirty and dangerous for both of them. But how could he deny the dizzying reality of the emotions that surged within him as he sat there so near this luscious girl who reminded him so strangely of his own sister? It would be like fucking Sherry now!

Randy dared not even touch Lisa now, not so much because she might divine the incestuous thoughts that raced through his mind-nobody could suspect him of such thoughts-but because merely touching her might bring on even more wild and taboo thoughts, more disturbingly exciting images of his lovely sister, more of the incredible sex-visions that she was beginning to inspire in him.

Sherry had never tried to excite him with that unbelievably beautiful body to hers, or had she? Now that hot thoughts of her were filling his mind Randy began to realize that she had always had a strange power over him, began to realize that she' had always made him feel strangely nervous in her presence, at least ever since she had blossomed into the sexy young chick she had so recently become.

He thought of the many times she had wandered

into his room wearing only her panties and a smile, as she had a tendency to do at any hour of the day or night usually to borrow records or tapes or something, or so it had seemed. He thought of the many times she had sauntered down the upstairs hail from her room to the bathroom, a towel draped carelessly over her delicate shoulders, her asscheeks moving naked and lovely just beneath the bottom of the towel, thought of the mysterious smiles she had flashed at him as she passed his open room, thought of the way he had smiled back dumbly, pretending not to notice her near-nakedness. He thought of the many times she had thrown off her clothes down by the river and had coaxed him into doing the same for a bare-assed swim in the moonlight, thought of the times when his cock had stirred beneath the flowing water and he had turned his back to her to bide his erect dick, pulling on his pants quickly after their swim and hoping that she hadn't noticed anything swelling between his legs.

Nudity and casualness about sexuality were perfectly acceptable in the Mitchell house. Randy's parents had taught Randy and his three brothers and three sisters to consider nudity a healthy and natural state. Sex was not something to sweep under the rug and it was quite all right to discuss such matters openly, as long as no lewdness was intended. Walking around the house with a hard-on was quite another matter. And now that he thought of it, sister Sherry had raised a hard-on between his legs on numerous occasions.

In the past Randy had always blamed his

horniness in Sherry's presence on thoughts of some other chick he had fucked that might have crossed his mind quite by accident. Her displays of sensuous feminine flesh had seemed innocent enough in the context of the Mitchell family's sexual freedom. But taken together with Randy's sudden realization of his true feelings for his sister her behavior in the past took on a possible meaning that upset him as nothing else in his young life ever had. He realized now that it -had been Sherry herself who had stiffened his cock, just as surely as if she had grabbed it with those soft warm hands of hers. Could she have done it on purpose? The possibility was mind-boggling.

"Well, Randy, aren't you going to do anything to me?" Lisa purred. "I thought you were the boy who always took whatever he wanted on the first date."

"Huh?" Randy said vacantly, barely hearing her voice.

"Randy," she called sweetly. "It's Lisa. Remember me? I'm the girl you wanted to fuck so badly."

"Oh shit, Lisa, I…uh…I was just…just thinking…" He struggled, suddenly regaining his senses, at least partly, having completely forgotten Lisa in his inner confusion.

"Thinking?" she gasped in a mock-serious tone. "You were just thinking? Don't tell me I make you think!" she laughed wickedly. "I've never been so insulted in my life!"

"Well, uh…no…you don't make me

was just…you remind me of someone…that's all… aw, shit!" Randy stammered, unable now to even look the girl in the eye.

"Remind you of someone? Who on earth do I remind you of? I thought I Was quite unique, Randy. Who do I remind you of? Your mother? Your grandmother? What is this anyway?" she teased, torturing him mercilessly while he writhed in his embarrassment.

"Oh stilt, Lisa, will you just forget about it?" Randy begged, feeling at a loss for words and unable to act for the first time in his sex-life.

"Forget about it? Hardly, Randy! This is ridiculous! One minute you ask me if I want to see your dick and the next minute you're scared to death of something. Could it be that you're not quite the man they tell me you are?" the sleek sex-kitten purred.

"Aw for crap's sake, Lisa! Just forget it!" he choked, turning away from the seductive piece, even though he still wanted to fuck the shit out of her.

"How can I forget it, Randy? This is all very interesting. I've never been treated this way before," she said, putting her warm hand on Randy's muscular shoulder, squeezing it gently, forcing him to turn around and face her again.

"Treated this way? What do you mean?" Randy rasped, feeling like a confused ten-year-old.

"Well, Randy, most boys like to try something as soon as they get me out in the country. They just like to use me, Randy. Do you know what I mean? A girl just doesn't like to be used all the

time, Randy. But it is awfully nice to be noticed." Lisa smiled, her dark, seductive eyes glittering with lust and mystery.

"Yeah, I guess I know what you mean, Lisa. So why don't I just drive you back home and we'll forget about the whole thing," Randy said weakly, reaching for the ignition, his cock throbbing like an engine in his pants.

Lisa smiled at him with a smile that, melted his balls. His hand froze at the ignition. He was unable to even turn the key now. It was the same smile that his sister had used on him so often. He hadn't recognized that smile as a smile of mysterious smoldering lust until now. Now that he had recognized it as such, the effect on him was powerful beyond belief. His muscles tightened, his every physical fiber tensing with excitement and anticipation of whatever was to come. He wanted Lisa terribly. And yet he dared not touch this hot and horny girl, dared not make advances toward a girl who was so like his sexy sister, dared not do so for reasons which even he didn't fully comprehend, for reasons which only time would clarify for him.

"Let's not be so hasty, Randy. I like you. I like you very much. I see that you appreciate me. Do you see something in my eyes that bothers you, Randy?" she cooed sweetly.

Randy nodded his head nervously. He felt weak. His throat was as dry as cotton, his voice lost completely. His cock was oozing juice just as if some nimble-fingered. young chick had been playing with him for an hour. There really was something in those dark eyes, in those cool wet

lips, in those dark smiles of lust. She a wilt. any girl he had ever met, a girl apart, a girl who had a secret, and a wild secret too.

"Come to think of it, Randy baby, I think maybe I would like to see your dick. Wouldn't that be nice? Or are you bashful?" Lisa teased, pursing her lips, driving Randy wild inside.

"Yeah, that'd be real nice," he forced himself to say. "But

"But what, Randy? Don't you like girls?" she teased in her sweet satiny voice, a voice as smooth as the contours of her lithe body.

"Hell, Lisa, you know I like girls. I like you too. But..

'Then what's your problem, Randy baby?" she teased.

"Well… how come all of a sudden… how come all of a sudden you wanna get laid?" he forced himself to say, his voice catching with his last words.

"I like the way you treat me, darling. I like the way you sit there so nervously. You seem so gentle all of a sudden. I like gentle boys. You know, Randy, I thought you were just like all the rest of those nasty guys. I saw you sizing me up and I thought you were just waiting for your chance at my cherry. When you asked me out I thought you were giving it a last try before we went off to different schools and never saw each other again. But I guess I was wrong. Or was I?" she said, that disturbingly mysterious look still in her eyes. "Of course there is one other reason I like you. But we won't get into that right now. You' not ready for

that yet," she cooed.

"Not ready for what?" Randy pleaded, losing his self-control completely.

"Hush, Randy baby, hush and let me see your big beautiful cock. Sandy Wright tells me you have the most beautiful cock in town," Lisa said, reaching for Randy's swelling crotch.

Lisa was in total control of Randy's emotions now. He was totally unable to resist her advances. Her advances! He had never been in such a position before, had never felt himself the pursued rather than the pursuer, and the feeling was terribly upsetting. He felt like a little boy under her. powerful feminine influence.

Randy flinched visibly when Lisa's long warm fingers fell to his lap, stroking the swollen bulge of his big nine-inch prick. Surges of excitement raced up and down the turgid shaft of his tightly-swollen dick as she fondled it, stirring his balls into a hot furor. the expression on Lisa's lovely face made him look away from her. She seemed to know what he was thinking, seemed somehow to sense the swirl of emotional confusion into which his thoughts of Sherry had thrown him. She was relentless in her sexual onslaught. He had had no idea that this cool and aloof chick could be so bold, so ball-stirring and so beautifully strange.

Lisa moved closer to Randy. He scooted away just a bit. He felt the girl's warm thigh against his, felt the heat of her radiating through the tight skirt she wore. And still her fingers moved in his lap, trailing over his bulging dick, rubbing gently on the bulge of it, moving it slightly beneath the faded

material of his Levi's. He felt his cock jerking uncontrollably, felt his hot young nuts churning between his legs as if she had sucked them into her mouth. He wanted to fuck her sure as hell, but he dared not, although he had no idea what was stopping him.

"You certainly are nervous, Randy. None of the other boys are that nervous. Something really is bothering you. Don't I turn you on, Randy? Aren't I good enough for you?" she teased.

"For Christ's sake, Lisa, you're good enough for me all right! You're good enough for any guy. But.. " he struggled.

"Am I as pretty as Sherry?" she suddenly whispered in his ear.

"Sherry!?" he gasped, his heart skipping a beat. 'What the hell?"

Randy had had no idea that Lisa even knew his sister. And now she was mentioning her name casually while she stroked his hardened cock. There was something hidden in the tone of that soft whisper, something that made his confusion even more complete. It was as if Lisa were getting at something, as if she were insinuating something with the mere tone of her satiny voice.

"Is something the matter, Randy darling?" Lisa purred, still rubbing her victim's cock with the palm of her hand. "Don't you know that Sherry and I are good friends?" she smiled.

Randy coughed nervously and looked down at his lap, watching Lisa tugging down his tightly stretched zipper with a deftness of movement that amazed him.

"Am I as pretty as your little sister?" she asked insistently, smiling at him with that peculiar knowing smile that she shared with Sherry.

"Aw for Christ's sake, Lisa, I dunno. I guess. Why the fuck are you asking that?" he said as she reached inside his tight pants.

"Does that hun?" she said in a little-girl voice when he sat bolt upright suddenly.

"No… it doesn't hurt, damn it…" Randy gasped as he felt her fingers against the tightly stretched skin of his cock-shaft.

"You don't seem to be enjoying it," she said, pressing her long, warm leg against his.

"What's this shit about Sherry?" Randy said through gritted teeth.

"I'm just curious, darling, that's all. I. just wondered how I stack up compared to your sister. She is awfully pretty, you know. Have you ever seen her with her clothes off, Randy? She's very pretty with her clothes off."

"Yeah, damn it, I've seen her with her clothes off. How the fuck could I help seeing her with her clothes off once in a goddamn while? She's my sister! What the fuck's the matter with you anyway, Lisa? Leave a guy alone will you? Cut the shit about She… " Randy whined confusedly, his voice trailing off in a sputter.

"Do you want me to leave this nice cock alone too?" Lisa smiled wickedly; wrapping her hand around the slippery juice slickened shaft of Randy's hard young cock.

"Hell no, Lisa. That feel's great. But what's this shit about Sherry? What's Sherry got to do with

us?" Randy said weakly.

"You'll find out about it all in due time, Randy dear," Lisa said mysteriously. "Aren't you going to undress me? I thought you'd have my clothes Off before you parked the van."

"Yeah," he said with a sigh.

Randy fell back limply in the front seat of his van, his long muscular legs spread wide, his aching cock arching up between them through his gaping fly. He gave up trying to understand what was happening to him, gave up trying to understand the strange relationship that seemed to exist between Lisa and his sister. And yet the, fact of that relationship filled his consciousness even as the powerful sensations of sex began to spread over him, drowning his inner confusion in a sea of lust.

He had to take the dark and seductive temptress who suddenly seemed so open to him, had to feel the warmth of her silken flesh, had to bury his throbbing cock between her long and luscious legs, had to taste the creamy flesh of her cunt, had to feel her wet- lips against the head of his hard cock. But why Was she so open to him and never to the many other young studs who had tried to fuck her? He tried desperately to control the confusion and near panic that she had stirred up within him, tried desperately to summon the courage he somehow- knew he would need to plunge into the whirlpool of hot lust that Lisa had stirred up around them both.

"Do you like my little titties?" Lisa smiled, thrusting out her chest, pulling back her slender shoulders and making the material of her silk

blouse bulge with the fullness of her pert tits.

"Oh shit, Lisa!" Randy gasped; feeling his last bit of resistance melting away in the heat of the moment. "I gotta have you!" he gasped, his hands flying to the buttons of her blouse, nearly tearing the flimsy garment open. "I gotta have you, baby! Gotta have you right now!"

"Take me, Randy! Take me now! I want you to fuck me, Randy! Yes! Fuck me hard and fast! I want you to fuck me better than… "she said, her voice faltering.

"Better than who?" Randy asked as he buried his face between her exposed tits.

"No one, darling, no one at… "she mewed softly in reply as Randy rubbed his cheeks against her silken tits.

Randy was happy that the hot-assed Lisa hadn't worn her bra that particular night. He had noticed that she usually wore a bra. In fact she always wore a bra. It seemed that she had left the troublesome and concealing garment off just for him, as if she had had every intention of letting him at least feel those fine, firm young tits. He had opened her blouse in a matter of seconds, had exposed her tits and buried his face in her hot flesh. And she hadn't made even the slightest whimper of protest. And now she was begging him to fuck her. It was almost too much to believe.