Summer Santa Part 2 (Inc, m/f, M/f, Ped, Bro/Sis)

Upon arrival, we met with the government agents who assisted us
with shelter till they can locate an apartment for us. Little
while later, they relocated us to a single bedroom apartment with
a small den in its basement, until a bigger one became vacant.
Once my parents received their paperwork, they found odd jobs
that they can do to make some money and the local church helped
out by enrolling my brother and me in the church school free of
charge and assisted us with clothing, furniture and other needs.
So during the time we spent in that small apartment, I occupied
the den, my brother had the luck of having the living room couch
to sleep and naturally our parents had the only bedroom.

New country also demanded many changes. For one, having received
warnings from parents to be in our best behavior to avoid being
deported back to Bulgaria, we did our best to stay away from
trouble. Other changes to our personalities were driven by the
new culture and language. Not understanding either, we became
shy, therefore made every attempt to be with those who spoke and
acted like us. Sure, many boys as well as grown-ups have given me
the looks that I was used to. But, I avoided all advances for
obvious reasons. Much as I liked sex, the new life was scary and
thrilling at the same time and made me suppress my own sexual
desires.

As we settled in our new apartment, we came to know several other
Bulgarian refugees in the same apartment complex. From them we
came to know many more in surrounding neighborhoods; so
naturally, we became friends with one another soon. Then as we
became closer, adults started to get together on weekends at one
house or another. Soon it became a regular event for them to meet
at someone’s place to eat, drink, sing, and play cards and party
every Saturday night. However, these parties didn’t take place at
our apartment due to the size of it. I had gone to few parties
with parents and those parties were loud, just as in Bulgaria.
Believe me, when Bulgarians get together, gatherings are always
is loud.
Couple of weekends of parties proved that it was annoying for
adults to have young children running around looking for their
parent’s attention, fighting or crying. That disturbed their good
times. So, one of the families in our apartment complex asked if
Bert (my brother Bertram became Bet after we migrated to the
States, as I became Kris) and I could babysit their two children,
and another family thinking that it was a smart thing to do,
asked if we could care for their three children as well for a
small sum. Seeing the chance to make some pocket money, we
quickly accepted their offers after checking with parents.

Soon we had eight kids under the age of eight and three more in
ages, 9, 10 and 12. Giovanna (Gio) was the oldest at twelve.
Although, we didn’t get any money for keeping Gio, she assisted
us with the rest and therefore we gave her few dollars from our
earning, but Bert and I kept most of it. In comparing to myself,
who had just past my thirteenth birthday, Gio was about same
height as me, but little chubby. But she had much larger breasts
than that of mine. She was pretty, but I always thought that I
was prettier than her.

As amount of kids that we babysat grew, so did the income and
complaints. After receiving several complaints from nearby
apartments, the manager had approached father to ask if he can
control the noises before he was forced to take action. As a
result, Bert and I were asked to keep the noise down or to give
up babysitting that yelled us income every week.
As Bert and I were brainstorming how to keep young kids
entertained till they dozed off, I came across a box with several
VHS tapes and a Santa costume donated to the church that the
pastor said that I can have. Seeing prospects of entertaining the
kids for few hours with Christmas videos and perhaps even amazing
them by dressing in costumes, I eagerly took the box home.

That evening, I played each video to ensure they were good. Later
in the evening, I told mother what I had in mind, which was to
play a video featuring the Santa first to the kids and then
appear in costumes to warn them to be in their best behavior to
be considered for a Christmas gift.

Mom liked the plan, but not until I wore the costume I had no
idea how big it was. Trouser length was too long to me to even
walk and the shirt was too baggy to me to even fill some of it.

“It sure is. I won’t be able to walk around in it” I said in
disappointment.

“At least your idea is good. If you can make it fit, you will be
the prettiest Santa Clause” Mom said laughing historically,
looking at me hopping around in costumes.

Bert came in to the room hearing mom laugh. Needless to say that
he joined mom as I tried to peel of the outfit. After hearing
what I had intended to do with it, Bert smirked and said;

“The outfit is big enough for both of us, leaving enough room for
another one”

Following day after school, I tried to alter the outfit, but
found thin velvety materiel was too hard to alter. I was
discouraged, but then what Bert said came into my mind. What if
both of us get into the outfit? Will it fill enough to fulfill
kid’s curiosity? Will it give us some leverage to control the
noises that they made?

I ran from my little den in the basement looking for Bert to ask
his opinion. After listening to me carefully, he agreed to give
it a try, so we rushed to our parents room, had Bert sit on the
bed and get into the trousers first. Once he had pulled them up
just above his knees, I sat on him and lowered my legs. Then I
picked-up the top, wore it, asking Bert to keep his head on my
back.  Last two pieces were easy. I attached the wig that had
attached beard and a mustache proceeded by the hat. Still sitting
on the bed, our attempts to move near a mirror became fruitless,
with two inside the outfit, but I felt good having resolved an
issue that could help us babysit.

After we removed the outfit, Bert suggested that we wear less to
keep cool and practice for good fifteen minutes to act
comfortably in front of little once. Naturally, next day we told
Gio about our plan and asked if she could be with the kids while
they watched the video and bring them to the den to see the Santa
afterwards for few minutes where they will receive instructions
to be good. And she agreed. That same day, Bert thought that we
should have a tryout and without giving any thought, I quickly
agreed. We went to the den where the outfit was. Stating that he
was preparing to endure the heat under it, he quickly removed his
pants and shirt, leaving his boxes and undershirt on. Since I
already had my school uniform dress, I didn’t feel the need to
reduce any garments, so therefore we got inside the outfit as we
had done before, Bert sitting on bed and I sitting on his lap.

Sure, it felt little warmer under the outfit, but since the
basement was little cooler, it wasn’t intolerable. As we
remained, Bet’s face hugging my back, exchanging thoughts with
him, it occurred to me having his hands around my tummy wasn’t a
good idea since the kids could easily detect them.

Therefore, I asked “Bert, can you move your hands to someplace
else, so kids won’t notice?”

“Tell me where to. I can move them under pants to your legs or
place them under your butt.” He laughed as he asked for my word.

“How about anywhere under the Santa’s pants, so they won’t see” I
told him, without thinking too much about It. Without any
hesitation, Bert moved his hands under the baggy pants, first
leaving them outer sides of my thighs.

“That’s perfect. Let’s get out of this thing now” I said, happy
with all arrangements. But Bert felt that we should stay for
another ten minutes or so and I should practice my lines as I was
talking to the kids. Thinking further, I felt that Bert was
right. As I began to practice my lines, his hands also began to
move. First they caressed my outer thighs and then they moved to
the front, prompting me to remember get togethers that I had with
Boris and few other who had passionately caressed me. I mumbled
my lines when his hands moved to my inner thighs, thinking more
about all the good times that I had with Boris. Although, I knew
there was a huge difference between my brother fondling me and
another boy, but I felt helpless to stop him. My brother kept at
it for good five minutes, caressing my thighs ever so gently and
rubbing his face all over my back.

Then suddenly, his hands reached between my thighs. Within
seconds I felt him pressing his meat up over my panties and
between my open thighs. I was utterly surprised. Bert even having
guts to try such thing, even more, length of his cock that
reached all the way up to my lower stomach. I panicked feeling
odd to have felt my own brothers cock on me, even though the
feeling itself wasn’t weird as I had felt cocks within my thighs
before. As I began to ponder what to do next, Bert decided to
bring his legs together, bringing mine along with his. When I
felt his throbbing cock between soft sides of my thighs, I knew
that I had to put a stop right then, knowing if I let him, I
would most likely become a willing partner, being fully aware of
my own hidden desires.

I swiftly pulled the shirt off our bodies, giving Bert some
warnings of what to expect next. I pressed my upper body onto
him, making him fall back on bed and quickly came out of the
outfit as Bert tried to hide his hard-on in his boxes. I took a
quick glimpse, but wasn’t able to see his entire tool.
Nevertheless, he had me wondering how men can conceal such long
tools inside their pants.

I had a feeling that ever since we moved to the states, Bert had
a crush on me and wasn't afraid to show it. Many times he had
made advances that I had discounted as innocent brotherly type,
doubting that he had any sexual interest at all. Having some
insight on guys, I even thought that he was curious about girls
and nothing more. But I couldn’t say that I wasn’t thrilled about
Bert or other guys taking glimpses at me, but really didn’t
expect him to get bolder beneath the costume and try to rub his
cock on me, although, I wasn’t a stranger to such plays.
All went according to the plan on Saturday. We let the kids
watched a Christmas video. When the video was just about to end,
Bert and I rushed to the den and got inside the Santa outfit.
When Gio brought the kids down, they were thoroughly surprised.
They first walked around, admiring the Santa. Then they slowly
got closer to hear what the Santa had to say, while listening
they showed their eyes full of amazement.  As the Santa went on,
Bert kept his face under the shirt, hugging my back as I
expected, but his hands began to move as he done during our
practice. They moved from outer to inner thighs quite rapidly,
but I kept on with my lines trying to amaze the kids. Soon, his
hand moved between my thighs and I surly knew what he was up to,
as his cock sprang between my thighs and settled pressing above
my panties. Without even thinking, I quickly brought my thighs
together, perhaps being used to other men fucking my thighs, but
soon as I felt his steel hard cock getting locked within me. I
had reservations if I had provoked him, instead of discouraging
him.

Then quickly I came to realize that it was better to keep his
cock locked within my thighs, instead of giving him the chance to
do something else that other would detect. Therefore, I kept my
thighs locked as tight as I could keeping his pole in place, but
my plan backfired when one of the littler boys decided to crawl
up to the Santa’s lap. Immediately, my brother’s butt moved
gently up and down. His pole slipped in and out, covering my
thighs with his pre-cum that seeped in between to lubricate
around his cock. I tried my best to keep my composure to handle
the kids, although his cock moved so dangerously closed to my
panty covered pussy. As I made an attempt to move, his body
jerked and he swung his hips few more times and then stopped,
coating his cum all over my thighs.

I knew exactly what my brother did. I can’t really describe how I
felt, but I know the feeling was mixed with sadness and anger.  I
wanted to turn around and beat him up as we came out of the Santa
suit, but thought better of it and refrained from doing so. Bert
didn’t look at me, he rushed to get his jeans on and diapered,
while I had to clean between my legs, in addition to looking
again as Kristina, not the Santa before I was able to go
upstairs.

That night I learned that my brother couldn’t be trusted to be
inside the outfit with me. But I didn’t have any other options
since we both wanted to make money, to do so, I needed his help.
I couldn’t possibly tell parents that my brother fucked my thighs
in front of many kids and get us both in trouble. After weighing
my options, I thought the best option was to talk to my brother
and see what we can work out. If I told him what he did was
unacceptable, I figured that he would stop trying to fuck my
thighs when we wore the outfit. Determined to stop my brother
from making any more attempts to dry-hump my thighs, I approached
him very next day when we were alone.

“Bert, I know what you did last night and I want you to stop even
trying such thing ever again” I said catching him off-guard.

“What did I do?” he stuttered

“You did something with your thing between my thighs. Especially,
in front of the kids, even though they didn’t see any of what you
did, but I don’t want that to happen ever again” I said sensing
my brother becoming nervous. He took a deep breath, and then
looked at me. He noticed his eyes moving down to my pubic and
then visible parts of my legs that were exposed under the school
uniform.

“I don’t see any harm done to your legs. Were you hurt?” he
asked, changing the tone of conversation.

“No, I wasn’t hurt. But you shouldn’t do such thing with your
sister” I repeated.

After several minutes of going back and forth, Bert finally
confessed. “You know, your skin is very soft and comfortable. I
don’t know what came over me when you sat on my lap and wiggled
your rear, but I just couldn’t stand it. First I just wanted to
feel you with my thing, but I just got carried away till there
was no return” he said looking away. I was glad to be able to get
him to confess, but felt sorry for him, knowing a guy at his age
should have girls to mess with. In a foreign country, without
knowing the language or transportation, there weren’t any places
for Bert to roam around or find a girl.

“I am sorry” I said softening my voice. “But can you not do such
thing when we play the Santa again? Please!” I pleaded.

“I’ll try, but I can’t promise not to get excited when I feel you
on my lap. Otherwise…..” He stopped abruptly in the middle of his
sentence.

“Otherwise, otherwise,…. If you let me play with your thighs
before the kids come in, so I may not get as excited later”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. What if someone finds out?
Besides we are siblings” I found myself muttering.

“No one will find out. I’ll be quick. Deal?” he asked smirking up
a huge smile, but looked impatient to hear my answer. I may have
blushed, knowing that my brother was hot for me and wanted me.
However much, it made me blushful, I felt appreciated and adored.
I felt as he put a spell on me to prevent my mouth from uttering
word “No”. Therefore, I said;

“I’ll think about it”

“Thank you Kris. That will definitely help me to control myself
better” he shouted, grabbed me with his opened arms and hugged me
dearly. Not wanting to be uncaring, I hugged him back. As we held
each other in arms for not more than several seconds, Bert’s
pubic slowly began to move, pressing against mine. One of his
hands dropped to my side first, and then stopped just above my
butt while the other remained around my waist. I felt so much
wanted as I hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I don’t think that I can wait till Saturday…” he hissed. “I need
you now before I explode in my pants” Bert cried, bringing his
hands from me to his fly and then swiftly began to unzip as I
looked on without any clues as to what to do next. I knew that I
didn’t promise to let him play with me on Saturday, but he thinks
that I did. Additionally, he wants to hump me right there and
then since he developed a boner so rapidly.

“No Bert” I said, but I may not have been very convincing when my
attention divert to his cock that sprang free out in open. Not
having seen one since we left the old country, it looked pleasing
to my eyes. What more? The length of it. Although it wasn’t as
thick as Boris’s, it looked as long.

“I’ll be quick” he assured me, glimpsing at me stare at his cock.
Before Bert turned me around and placed his cock within upper
most parts of my thighs, I could have escaped, but I didn’t.
Surely, I could have put up a struggle, but I didn’t. Instead, I
held on to the doorframe and arched my back when he tighten my
legs together before placing his hands over my breasts and began
to rock his hips.

My thighs became wet with his pre-cum, my pussy heated up quickly
and became wet and my brother fucked my thighs vigorously. No
need to say that I was hot, but I reluctantly let him fuck within
my thighs, even though I felt the urge to have his cock in my
pussy. However, he made several attempts to pull my panties, but
I resisted, even though I needed a cock in my pussy badly.

Bert didn’t last too long. He shot his load crying like an
animal, mumbling words in Bulgarian. Once he was done, he kissed
my neck thanking me for the pleasure that I gave him. He even
found a rag to clean my thighs of his cum, admiring their beauty
of them as he cleaned. I was speechless when I heard his words
that described me, with special emphasis on how fabulous my legs
looked and felt. I had to run to the bathroom to rub my very
saturated pussy for the first time in my life. To this day, I
cannot tell you if I was aroused by what he did or what he said,
or both.

It didn’t take long to me to fully comprehend the magnitude of
the mistake that I made by giving into Bert’s desires. My first
intent was to stop the nuisance he began under the costume. Then
I wound-up negotiating and said that I would consider giving up
my thighs to him to have his way with, thinking that would stop
what he did, but finally, I succumbed to his will, allowing him
not only to fuck my thighs, I even allowed him to fondle my
breasts. All that made my brother to think that I was his for
taking. That came evident very next day when he tried to corner
me, but I escaped. Another time, he pointed his erect cock at me
and asked me to rub it after I refused to let him dry-hump me. I
brushed him off on few other occasions, not wanting to make a
habit of it. Furthermore, if my legs weren’t attached to my body,
it would have been different than letting him hump all over and
arouse my feelings.

However, Saturday was a different story. He kept following me
everywhere, observed all the things that I did closely, and then
when I realize why; it was almost the lunch time. “Are you
waiting for me?” I asked chuckling seeing him eager and waiting
for my signal.

“Remember what you said?” he asked without repeating any words
that we spoke earlier in the week.

“If you are talking about what we discuss the other day, I didn’t
promise anything, but if you promise to behave and help more with
the kids, I’ll give you few minutes to do whatever” I said
feeling sorry for him and yet in a confused state. Having
somewhat promised, I knew that I had to do something for him. I
led him to the den where I slept, I stood there and asked him to
rub his dick on my legs as he wished, raising my skirt up enough
to reveal most of my thighs and ass.

I fully expected my brother to jump in, hold me tight and stick
his cock within my thighs. But I was utterly surprised when he
picked me up and carried me to the bed. I didn’t have much time
to think or react, but soon as he dropped my on the bed, I
bounced and rolled, winding with my face down.  Then he landed on
me, pinning me to the mattress. I struggled feeling vulnerable
being pinned downed.

“Relax, I not going to rape you” he hissed relaxing his weight
off my back, but sat on my calves and then gently rubbed my back
thighs. Sensing that he was playful and perhaps frustrated being
teased by me through the week, I relaxed and waited for him to
get into the act. But I reminded him to finish quickly as he had
agreed.

His caresses soon extended from my back knees to lower buttocks;
sometimes he let his hands wandered onto my buttocks. As I was
getting more relaxed to his touch, he rolled off me placing his
lips to replace his hands on my thighs, but his hand soon found
my ass-cheeks to squeeze as he wished. It felt good, but I was
careful not to let him know that. He kissed and licked all over
my legs, especially paying tributes to my thighs, squeezed and
gently bit my ass-cheeks, at one point in time he had one hand
under me to molest one breast. It felt awesome. I began to get
hot myself and I was sure my panties were wet enough to even a
blind man to notice.

Only time he broke the play was to remove his pants. When I felt
his hard-on rubbing my thighs, I expected him to stick it within
my thighs, so I relaxed my legs allowing him room. Instead his
face landed on my ass, quickly pulling my panties down enough
from back to expose my buns. His tongue swiftly pated my
ass-cheeks in seek of my butthole. When I wiggled as it ticked,
it only encouraged him to force his tongue further, touching my
butthole with tip of his tongue. I felt too weak to protest. He
energetically tongued my hole giving me type of pleasure that I
had never experienced. My pussy became drenched and I would
welcome a good pounding from any cock than my brother’s at that
time, since I had fully come to terms with myself to let Bert
come near my pussy.

Once he was happy, he turned me sideways and pushed his cock
within my thighs while holding my breasts with his hands. As he
began to push his cock within, it became evident that he kept his
cook as close as he could keep it near my pussy, which I didn’t
mine, nor protested since in short of a fuck, he applied enough
pressure to me to experience pleasure.

After a while, he rolled me with my face down, pulled my panties
again revealing my ass. I panic realizing that I was vulnerable
once more, but his only placed his throbbing cock between my
ass-cheeks, where he slid it back and forth until he shot his
load. Bert stopped momentarily to catch his breath and then
gathered up his cum off my back and smeared on my ass and crack.
He whispered how joyful this experience was and then placed his
cock between my slippery ass-cheeks once more and fucked another
round. Although I didn’t reach an orgasm, the experience itself
was bliss, especially for Bert.

Things were normal then on. On Saturdays, we sat for nine
children including two girls approaching their teens. The money
was good and therefore we gave 40% to parents, 10% to Gio and we
split the rest between me and Bert. On Saturdays for sure I let
Bert mess with me but I was still careful not to let him see my
bare breasts or pussy. During the week, I let him if parents
weren’t around and if I was in the mood to go through it without
reaching an orgasm. But I knew that Bert adored me and no hour
went by without him trying to get me to fulfill his desire. By
that time, I was beginning to understand that instead of letting
him mess with me for nothing, I could reward him if he did
whatever that I demanded of him. He did whatever that I asked of
him, even going to the laundry room at the end of the apartment
complex to wash and fold the laundry.

While it didn’t cause me anything to let him hump between my
ass-cheeks or thighs, ability to control my elder brother gave me
some sense of importance. But as the autumn approached, I saw him
getting increasingly irritated by having to do my chores in
return for use of my body parts. That’s when I noticed Bert
beginning get more and more interest in Gio. Although she much
younger, her frame filled up very nicely during the summer. Her
face became fuller, just as her breasts. She grew an inch or so
taller and so did her flawless legs that were long and round. Her
pale complexion gave her appearance of a Greek goddess. First, I
didn’t think she had any interest in my brother, but as the time
past, it became apparent and evident that she did. I hate to say
that I was jealous, but I was uncomfortable with the idea of
allowing Bert to hook-up with Gio.

Then Bert’s attitude also changed. Instead of doing my chores in
return for sexual normal favors, he began to demand more. Up
until then I had refused to touch him or his cock, not allowed
him to touch my pussy or shown my breasts, all of that I knew he
wanted so badly. After several days of turning down his demand, I
finally realized that I had to give-up something to make him
happy.

 One day after I teased him till he well aroused, yet frustrate
him by avoiding him to cum using any part of my body, Bert
begged, but never forced me. When he kept nagging me to allow him
to play with me, I felt wanted. Then finally, he asked;

“Would you at least let me see your pussy?”

By that time, I was aroused even without having anyone lay a
finger on me. His begging and crying made me hot and stirred. I
teased him more. I even went to the extent of pressing his bulge
with my hand and wiggling my butt on it. At last when he tried to
walk away, I pulled him by hand and asked him to follow me to the
den, where he could take a glimpse at my naked pussy.
Things didn’t work-out exactly the way that I had planned. Soon
as we entered the den, Bert picked me up and carried me to my bed
where he laid me. Then he began from my feet, taking my toes in
his mouth and began to suck hard while he caressed anywhere and
everywhere along my legs that he held up. Shocks of fabulous
ecstasies that he gave by sucking my toes ran through my body, as
my entire body began to spasm. And then he started licking my
legs and thighs thoroughly, pulling my dress up and thrusting his
face between my thighs. He kept at it for a long time, giving me
shivers and causing me to ripple. Each time that I expected him
to make a move up to my pussy; he worked his way down my legs to
kiss and suck my toes, heel and everywhere. Next, Bert put his
hands on my panty line. Instead of pulling it down by the elastic
band, his mouth glued to my groins, kissing and licking each
side, teasing me to death. By that time, I was drenched and pussy
juice kept draining out of me. How could Bert not have noticed?
Involuntarily, I found myself holding the edge of the mattress
and squeezing it with both hands, while I surrendered to the
pleasure that I sustained in anticipation that my brother would
move on to do something even much more pleasurable to help my
shivering body to finally reach an orgasm by some means.  I
didn’t have to wait in anticipation for long. He knelt on the
floor, snuck his head parting my panties to expose my drench hole
and stuck his tongue directly over my clit, applying pressure.

He slurped the juice off my extremely wet pussy, sending me
closer and closer to my orgasm. “Your pussy looks so beautiful”
he muttered raising his head and then went right back to work,
this time, pulling my panties all the way down and out. He eyed
my pussy again for a moment and then resumed where he left off
from. Only this time, he licked longitudinally, from my clit to
anus, darting his tongue in pussy as well as in my asshole. I
began to moan as I started building up towards an inevitable
climax. I raised my legs and place them on my brothers shoulders,
pulling him even closer to me and then grinded my pussy on his
stiff tongue furiously. I had no control over my moans as I
moaned loudly, prompting my brother to suck and lick me in
concert with my moving hips.

My heart pounded, I felt a roar in my ears and then rainbows
shadowed my mind, making me feel as I was floating weightlessly,
but at the same time, my body trembled and quivered. I reached
orgasm after orgasm, all while my brother kept lapping at my
pussy. I must have cried in joy.

Having experienced multiple orgasms, my heart desired more of the
same. So, when my brother knelt between my legs and entered his
cock in my sodden pussy, I was too weak to even object. In fact,
his cock felt amazingly good within me. He fucked me like an
animal, furiously for good two minutes before he withdrew his
cock to shoot his load on my stomach and then swiftly inserted it
back in for more. Then he fucked slow and easy for a good length
of time, leaning forward to kiss my neck, cheeks, tongue my ears
and finally kiss my lips when I was at a brink of another orgasm.
His hands got busy with my dress front. Once he had my breasts
out, he stared at them marveling their beauty.

Next we paused to strip ourselves, got back on bed and fucked
till he shot his load once more, all over my breasts.

Very next Saturday, I can’t remember why, but I let Gio get into
the Santa suit with Bert. I expected the show to be short and
sweet, but it went on for a while as Gio becomes comfortable
acting as the Santa with littler kids. She even went on to tell
Christmas stories and stories that she made up to keep them
entertained. I was fine with that since Bert and I didn’t have
anything going on when we acted anymore, but when I noticed some
movement under the suit, I guessed it was caused by Bert trying
to feel up Gio.

As the show went on, I noticed Gio blushing, squirming and
twisting her butt, but she maintained her composure to go on with
the show. However, when she stuttered several times making her
eyes wide looking down towards her lap, I sensed that Bert was
most likely playing with Gio’s pussy or rubbing her.

I asked Bert later what happened with Gio when we were alone and
he smirked, but didn’t answer. Then I knew right away that
something must have taken place inside the suit. I was hurt and
jealous. Especially since we have been fucking for few weeks, I
didn’t feel it was appropriate for my brother to start messing
with another girl.

Following Saturday, Gio decided that she wanted to be the Santa
again. She said that it wasn’t fair for me to assume the role all
the time and she felt that kids responded to her better than they
would to me. Not wanting to create any fusses, I let her go on,
but again that day I knew something happened under the suit.
Especially when Gio had littler kids sitting on her lap and
bouncing their butts on her lap, I suspected my brother’s dick
was also bouncing inside the suit, most likely fucking Gio’s
thighs or folds. At that time I decided never again to allow Bert
near me or to let him have any fun with me again.

Needless to say, that my brother kept bugging to fuck him. Even
went to the extent of revealing what he had witness in the past
between me, Boris and even the threesome involving Tudor, hoping
to blackmail me, but he didn’t have any grounds as he himself had
fucked me. Although, I was utterly surprised to know that Bert
had been spying for several years and had seen me fuck Boris
numerous time. Reason for his craving to fuck me was at least
revealed when I became aware that he had spied and seen me in
action over and over.

Gio was couple of years younger than me but she was about my
height. She was little heavier than me and most of that weight
was equally distributed between her butt and breasts. She was
beautiful for her age; she wore her hair down to her shoulders
that complimented her tan skin, thick pink lips and piercing
brown eyes. So it wasn’t a surprise that Bert wanted her and I
wasn’t surprised that Gio didn’t complain of any naughty acts
taking place inside the suit, but her eyes told a different
story. Since then, I noticed Gio looking at Bert in a different
way.

I tried to accept the fact that Bert was more interested in Gio
than me, even though it hurt my feelings. About the same time,
lager apartment became vacant in the same complex and we were
able to move into it immediately. The place had two bedrooms and
a den and therefore my parents and I took bedrooms, giving Bert
the den that he was happy to have after sleeping in the living
room for a while.

After Bert aroused me sexually and started having fun with Gio, I
often had the itch to fuck, but refused to allow Bert to touch me
maintaining my pride and ego. There were times that I would have
fucked anyone just for asking, but I received no offers.
Then something happened by chance. One day after returning from
the night school that my parents attended to take English as a
second language, my father had few questions about pronunciation
of several words. My father sat, opened his book and tried to
pronounce words as I stood behind him to correct his
pronunciation to best of my ability. It wasn’t because my English
pronunciation was perfect, but mine was better than my father’s.
Since my mother had no interest in learning, she left us alone
and retired to her room. After trying for a good long time, I
thought it would be beneficial for my father to use the book that
I used at school, and therefore I grabbed the book handed it over
to him and sat on the armrest of the chair to teach him.

My father was keen on learning. As he started to breakdown words
in a way he could pronounce, I corrected him and had him repeat
words correctly after me. It was strange to teach your father who
did the same to me not too long ago. As we kept going over pages
for little while, my back started to hurt by staying leaned to
one side and I thought it would be nice to sit on my father’s lap
once again as I was used many years ago and hold the book to go
over it. With that though, I took the book from him and quickly
jumped to his lap and held the book up so that he can read over
my shoulder.

“You are not a little girl anymore Nea Alb (Snow White in
Bulgarian, pet name he gave me years ago) to sit on your father’s
lap” My father said, but he laughed as I chuckled and settled on
his lap. “I am too small to have you sit on my lap, but no too
big to sit on yours” I said leaning my back on him to show my
affection to him.

“I remember having you and Bertram sitting on my lap every night
to hear me tell stories. But you two have grown since” He paused
and sighed. “But you are never too old for me” he said, leaned
forward and kiss my cheek.

We started on the book again. As we kept on our focus on it, I
may have moved quite bit looking at the book and then turning to
pronounce words by looking at him over my shoulder. At one point
my father had his hands over my belly then later one slipped to
my leg, which was covered by my dress, but nevertheless, when his
hand stopped on my thigh, I immediately got Goosebumps feeling
odd and peculiar. But nothing happened.

My father sighed and then murmured “I feel sorry for you two.
When I was your age, we used to wander around the village with
friends. We used to have lots of fun doing many things, innocent
fun, but I still cherish those memories. You are in a strange
country now with strange laws and customs. Not many friends, no
place to run around” He said and his voice broke as he spoke and
sounded woeful. “That’s ok papa, we are okay here. I know we can
never go back to Bulgaria, so let’s try to be happy here” I
responded positively to make him loose his thoughts. Then as he
paused, his hand rubbed my thigh softly, yet in a loving, kind
manner as he used to do when we were little.

“If you are in our village now, you would have many boys chasing
you, perhaps trying to convince you to go to an isolated place
with them to be alone. Look at you! You are so beautiful; you
look like your mother when she was young. I used to…….” He paused
again.

“So, did you chase my mother when you were young?” I asked
giggling hearing my father talking about good old times.

“Of cause I did” He said laughing. “What do you think a young boy
would do when he sees a beautiful young girl?” My father said and
we laughed together. His other hand also moved to my thigh as he
went on and the caressed my thighs in unison. One difference was
that right side of my dressed had risen up exposing my flesh and
his hand directly touched my flesh.

“Look at your complexion. Even your mother didn’t have a nice
complexion like yours. You are not only beautiful, you have lots
of other qualities that boys would die for” he hissed. I leaned
on him again. As I leaned and moved my butt, I sensed
unmistakable sensation of his hard-on moving up to poke my butt.
I was fascinated and enchanted by my father getting aroused to my
butt being on his lap. At that time I knew that I could soon have
him to cure my itch inside the pussy.

“Ok papa, that’ enough for today. I can help with your English
again later” I said slipping off his lap, brushing his pole with
my butt as I did that, got off and left without looking at his
lap, even though I was dying  to take a peek.

Soon I started making plans. First I borrowed few story books and
English books from the school’s library. Knowing that parent’s
return around 9.30 pm on Wednesday’s from their class and my
father typically shower and watch TV till about 11.00 PM, I
decided to press further on that Wednesday. I also knew that Bert
went to bed around 10.00 or he stayed in his room after 10.00
read and study. I also made point in showering before parent’s
got home and dressing in school uniform. Since I didn’t have many
clothes, it wasn’t unusual to me to wear school uniforms around
the house since we received them free from the church, so I knew
no one would suspect anything. Lastly, I skipped my panties.

I went to my room around 10.00 pm, waited their entertaining
naughty thoughts how delightful it would be to have a stiff dick
in my pussy once again. If my assessment was correct by feeling
his dick under my butt, his tool should be much longer and
thicker than that of Bert’s, which made me shiver just by
thinking about having it inside me.

Then around 10.30, I came out of my room to use the bathroom. On
my way out, I made a point to say hello to him. He was in his
cotton pajamas sitting on his favorite chair watching TV. Then I
went to my room again and returned with a book.

“Time to study papa” I said and jumped on his lap not waiting for
him to say anything.

“It is too late to study now my darling” He said but when I
opened the book and read a sentence to have him repeat after me,
he did so without a fuss. After struggling to find a comfortable
place to keep his hands, they moved to my thighs, but being
prepared I had my dress raised up exposing my thighs and his
hands soon met them, softly caressing up and down quickly, that
hastily diverted my attention away from the book that I held. I
had not real interest in teaching my father English that day
anyway. I paused, adjusted myself scooting up on his lap to sense
if he had developed a hard-on that I could feel under me. Sure
enough, as I moved, his clothe covered hard-on became defenseless
without any weight over it to keep it pressed down and it stood
up right between my thighs. It wasn’t planed, or was it? But
seeing an opportunity, I tightened my thighs, cramming his pole,
looking at him with an innocent look since I didn’t want my
action to be obvious. He sighed and tried to remain calm, but he
was hard with his dick locked between his daughter thighs.

“I hope you understand” he mummed. “Sometimes men have problems
when they are with girls. At times like that, whether the girl is
a daughter, a sister, mother or other relationships doesn’t
matter, certain things can happen” My father whispered trying to
do damage control, but just feeling his throbbing cock within my
thighs, I began to get wet instantly. Sure, I was anticipating to
leading him on, but didn’t expect the task to be this easy. As I
kept my thighs locked around his monstrous cock, I am sure he
felt the radiation that was emitted from my pussy.

“Papa, I understand” I said turning to him over my shoulder and
lifting my knees up and down to cause my thighs to massaging his
pole. When I looked down, I noticed that his huge mushroom shaped
head was partly showing from front slit of his pants, most likely
happened due to my thigh movement and I knew the material wasn’t
strong enough to keep his dick confined inside for long. I was
thrilled.

Our eyes met and he sighed again.

“I am sorry papa. What should I do” I whispered trying to act
innocent.

“I don’t know” he slurred. “Times like these even fathers can’t
think straight” Seeing no resistance, I kept moving my legs,
pressing harder on their way down hoping to get his dick to jump
out of his pajama front by stretching the garment.

The head of his cock became visible from pajama front and one
more bounce on his lap sprang it free as I let my thighs parted
enough to make room for it, and then quickly locked my thighs
again over his pole, that was hard as a rock and pulsed
relentlessly. My father sighed and jumped and I kept my thighs
locked observing every single detail of visible portions of his
huge cock.

“I think we should go to sleep now before this gets too far” My
father said but his words weren’t very conclusive. His pre-cum
lubricated my thighs where his dick slipped in and out as I moved
my butt. It was impossible to him to not to feel the wetness of
my pussy, since I had been leaking juice on him for quite some
time, but the last thing that I wanted do was to let him off the
hook when we progressed this far.

Without waiting for another word from him, I seized his dick in
hand, lifted my butt and placed it at the opening to my pussy. As
I pressed down with my butt slowly, he pressed up sinking his
head with little trouble and he groaned between his teeth. We
remained as I tried to get use to his huge dick-head for moment,
before he pressed up sending inch by inch of his pole inside my
tight pussy. I shivered in excitement and came before he had his
dick completely inside my pussy.

As my climax was subsiding, my father drilled his pole piecing my
pussy, sending me into another wave of thrilling climaxes that
came one after another. By then, he had his hands on my breasts,
lips on my neck and fucking me deep inside. I was softly moaning
to the pleasure. He fucked for few more minutes then stopped.
Took his dick out of my pussy and placed it between my thighs
again. Knowing that he was close to his own climax, I fastened my
thighs and bounced on his lap until he shot stream after stream
of cum that landed all over my chest and thighs.

We remained there for moments. My father hugged and kissed me. I
felt that he was somewhat shaken up by what just happened, but
did not show his remorse. After I wiped his gooey cum off my
thighs and his cock using my dress, I slid off his lap, but as I
did, I was shocked to see Bert hiding in the doorway watching us.
I had no idea at the time what he had seen and what he knew, but
seeing us cleaning ourselves, seeing my father’s dick out of his
pajama pants and my dressed that had been risen, I was assured
that he had seen enough.  But I didn’t alarm my father not
wanting him to know that his son had just witness him fucking his
daughter.

Needless to say, I became my brother’s slut and my father’s lover
after that. My father fucked me whenever my mother and brother
weren’t around. My brother fucked me whenever he had the urge
until I got married and moved out of the house.

Story is being told by a pre-teen refugee girl, from her
experiences prior to arriving in the states.