BALLING LIL' SIS

Chapter 7

The High Price of Free Pussy

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After she moved back into the neighborhood, Lacy spent the night with Debbie quite often, as her mother was only too eager to dump her off on my folks so that she could go out and have a wild time.� Of course I was always happy to have Lacy around, as at the mere suggestion she put out.�

And of course Mom insisted that Debbie go spend the night with Lacy in return.� Debbie seldom did, instead she took the opportunities to shack up with Dutch�s dad.� Mom never did catch onto that.� For some reason she took what Debbie said at face value and didn�t make inquiries.� This was especially true on the Saturday�s that Dad worked the double overtime shift.� I really never thought much about it� the folks that is.� Debbie would go to be fucked by Mr. Mac and who knows who.� Mr. Mac in turn sent Dutch to stay with me.� Certainly Mom knew that Dutch was camping out with me while she was gone, but she never made an issue of it.� Meanwhile, Dutch and I would hook up with Lacy (provided that she wasn�t out of town spending the weekend with her dad).� Then we�d do it until just before Mom or Dad got home.�

Meanwhile Debbie and I enjoyed our after school trysts (frequently with Dutch) as well as our nocturnal forays into each other�s beds until the morning as well, not to mention enjoying the occasional joint shower in an effort to do our part to save the planet.� Sometimes Lacy would be available after school too and four is better than three.

At Thanksgivings, school was let out the Wednesday before.� Both Mom and Dad had to work, so Debbie and I had the house all to ourselves.� Naturally we couldn�t let the opportunity pass for some fun and as Lacy�s mom and Dutch�s dad also had to work, the four of us gathered in �The Den of Sin� as our bedroom suite had come to be known.

Lacy was feeling particularly wicked and after making a great show of eating out Debbie�s pussy, both Dutch and I were more than ready to play.�

�Not so fast,� she tells us as we stood by my bed sporting jutting hard-ons.� �You guys always want to watch us girls play together.� Time that you do the same.�

�What are you talking about?� I asked cluelessly.

�Debbie and I want to see you two eating each other.�

�What?!!!!� No way!� I protested.

�Yea way, Jack!� You two can either do it for us, or we�ll only play with each other until you do.�

�You mean we can�t get a blowjob?� asked Dutch.

�Sure you can,� interjected Debbie.� �Jack will blow you.�

�Bullshit!� I exclaimed.� �I ain�t blowing some other guy.�

�And Dutch is going to blow you, dear brother,� my wicked little sister rejoined.

I looked over at Dutch. �Fuck this!� I�m outta here!� I declared and headed for the door.�

For some reason Dutch hung back and as I left my room for the kitchen Debbie called after me, �No pussy for you, Jack!� None!� You hear? No pussy ever again!�

I stewed in the kitchen for a few minutes over the outrageous demand and quickly came to the conclusion that the girls were just bluffing.� No sooner had I decided that when Dutch appeared, his once proud cock hanging limp between his legs. �Hey, I think they�re serious,� he declared.

�No, they aren�t.� They�re just trying to pull on our chains.�

�Chains is the right word,� he added.� �If we want what they have, we have to give them what they want.�� He sheepishly shrugged and commented, �It�s not so bad.�

�No pussy?� What are we here for today?� Hell, this was all Debbie�s idea.�� Then I realized what he�d said, �It�s not so bad.� �What�s not so bad?�

�You know��

�No, I don�t know.� Maybe you can enlighten me, Dude.�

Averting my stare, he looked down and scuffed a tile with a bare foot.� �It�s just that it�s� it�s not so bad.�� I had a pretty good idea of the implications he was making.

�Look I know some guys do that sort of thing, and I� You�ve done it before?�� He didn�t answer, he just studied the grout.

�You have!� Oh, my god! You�re a fag?�

�Hey, don�t knock it if you haven�t tried it,� he replied defensively.� �I ain�t no fag either, if that�s what you�re thinking.�

After all the times that we�d spent the night together over the past few years, nothing led me to think he was gay, I mean he never touched me or anything, and I sure as hell hadn�t touched him.� Well maybe that wasn�t exactly true, we did grab each other�s crotch now and then when we were� just goofing off, but that was more of a playful attack amongst good buddies� it didn�t mean anything.� Did it?

�Shit, you never told me,� I complained.� He was after all, my best buddy.� We told each other everything� well, maybe not everything after all. There was an awkward silence for a long minute.

�So, tell me, Dutch��

�Promise you won�t go all crazy on me?�

�I promise,� I replied disingenuously.

�Promise that this is for your ears only.� You can�t tell anyone, including your sister. Promise I�m still your best buddy.�

�Okay, I promise.� Now tell me, penis breath.�

�Well, it was a few years ago.� My Uncle Joe, that�s my mother�s brother, was a traveling salesman of some sort.� Once a month or so, he�d come into town for a few days making sales calls.� He�d stay with us and sleep in my bed with me. I slept in my underwear back then and so did Uncle Joe, or at least we went to bed with underwear on.

At night he would play with me.� It was kind of fun, so I let him, you know, take my underwear off and� It felt really good when he played with my dick, and it felt good when I played with his dick.� He showed me how good it felt to be sucked and well, I sucked him too.

Like I said, it wasn�t so bad, in fact it felt good.� It�s really no big deal.�

�How long did this go on?�

�I dunno.� Until Mom left.� Dad wasn�t a big fan of Uncle Joe�s, so when Mom left, Uncle Joe stopped coming around."�

�That didn�t turn you into a faggot?�

�No, I don�t think it did.� I mean it�s okay, but I don�t go getting all worked up seeing you naked, at least not like I do with Debbie and Lacy, or seeing your mom at the pool in her bikini.�

�My mom?� You like my mom?�

�Yeah!� She�s a smoking hot mama!� Man the way her big tits jiggle� yeah, I like your mom. Nice ass too.� And the way she shows off her cleavage� Hell, I�d fuck her!� MILF for sure!�� I cast a questioning eye towards him, but let that go for now.

�Shit, let�s just go in and do them,� I declared.

�Yeah, let�s go do'em,� Dutch agreed.� Dutch always seemed to be agreeable, a trait he apparently had for a long time before I ever knew him.

We headed back to my room, noting in passing that Debbie�s bedroom door was now shut, and finding that the girls weren�t in my room.� Cutting through the connecting bath, I was met with a locked door to Deb�s room.�

Rap, rap, rap.

�Who is it?� my sister called out.

�Two guys who want to fuck you.� Open up!�

�Are you going to do as we asked?�

�No!�

�Then go away!� We don�t need you.�

Frustrated I turned back to Dutch.� He shrugged and commented, �Really, Jack.� It�s not all bad.�

Hmmm, back in the kitchen he had said, �not so bad�, not it was �not all bad�. Did that mean he liked it� or some of it?

My resolve dissolving I asked, �Are you sure?�

�Yeah, I�m sure.� Look, I don�t want to spend all day arguing about this,� he said, �when we could be spending all day doing something that�s fun. It won�t make your dick fall off, Jack.�� He almost had me convinced, but then he pursed his lips and made a kissy face at me.

�You are a fag,� I told him in disgust.

�And soon, so will you, Jack.�

That earned him a quick dick squeeze that sent him hollering in surprise.� Naturally he had to retaliate in kind and a wrestling match ensued in the tight confines of lavatory area of the bath, the object of which was to goose the other.� We made enough racket that the girls had to see what was going on and Debbie opened the door.� I saw my opportunity and abandoning my efforts to pull Dutch�s cock, I sprang forward through the door, taking the screaming girls with me.� I concentrated my efforts on Lacy and man handled her onto Debbie�s bed.� Debbie jumped on my back to help her friend out, while I forced Lacy�s legs apart.

Dutch in turn pulled Debbie off of me and unceremoniously deposited her next to Lacy.

Out of breath for the moment, I had Lacy pinned down beneath me.� She struggled, but couldn�t get away.� Debbie meanwhile began hollering, �No, no, no!� This isn�t fair!� Get off of me, Dutch!�

I turned to look just as Dutch thrust his hips.� �Ohhhh!� Debbie cried out.

It was a forcible rape I suppose, but Debbie made no further complaints while Dutch took his pleasure with her.� Just the thought of it gave my cock a surge.� Turning back to Lacy, I gritted my teeth and took her.

When the acts were completed with a deposit of wigglers up their twats, Dutch and I were ready for a short break to let nature recover.� Lacy declares, �That was so great!�

�Yeah, that was cool,� my sister agreed.

�Hey, you guys aren�t gonna kill us after raping us, are you?�

�And waste perfectly good pussy?� Dutch quipped.� �Naw!� We wanna keep you around and fuck you again� soon� today� before lunch!�

�But first you have to keep your promise to us,� my sister said.

�What promise?� I had to ask.

�That you and Dutch will put on a little show for us.�

�We didn�t promise that!� I should have been a little more guarded. Debbie grabbed my nuts and� she wasn�t being playful.

�You did too!�

�No, we� Ahhhhh!�

�You promised!�

I managed to catch enough breath to squeak out, �Okay, okay.�� The painful grip lessened, but the pain remained.

�Okay what, Jack?�

At that moment I would have agreed to anything.� �We�ll do it,� I conceded in a pained whisper. Thankfully the hand that had so often pleasured me was withdrawn completely.�

After a few moments I was able to complain, �Damn it, Debbie.� You know how that hurts.�

She was in my face hissing, �Just do as you promised, my dear brother.�� Then she drove a tongue into my mouth, giving me one of her wild-woman kisses.� I was screwed.

Ten minutes later, my nuts still ached and the girls were clamoring for the show to begin.� Dutch leaned into me and said in low voice, �One thing, Jack.� Don�t cum in my mouth.��

That struck me as a little odd, as we both regularly lapped up the other�s seed from my sister�s freshly fucked pus� still it wasn�t a bad idea.� �I won�t, as long as you don�t cue in my mouth either.�� Thinking back, I don�t know what the difference was, but there was a difference.

�So how do we do this?� I asked.� �Who goes down on who first?�

I was already lying on Debbie�s bed and he just swung around head to toe with me, his nut sack slapping my nose. �Fuck!� You�re crushing me you big oaf!�

He rolled us both over with me now on top.� Suddenly, mere inches from my face was Dutch�s cock bent over by gravity at half mast. He scooted up, drawing his nut sack up to my forehead.� Eye to eye, it was a peculiar position to be in so to speak. And one offering a view I hadn�t seen before.� I had always studiously avoided at looking at other boy�s dick in the shower room at the pool or the school gym and as such I was really only familiar with my own cock and balls. Now I could study my buddy up close without any recriminations of being gay. It surprised me that I wasn�t repulsed� indeed it was a thing of odd beauty.� Maybe it was the aroma� the smell of pussy wafting downwards to my nostrils.

My study of his junk was sidetracked by the feel of his hand on my cock.� He was bigger than I was in all ways, and definitely bigger than either of the girls.� His touch felt so different than when Debbie or Lacy fondled me.� I guess Dutch liked this sort of shit better than he let on, as his cock began to stiffen.� As it engorged, it rose up and lifted up to my nose.� The thick cock tube looming close led to the circumcised head; it seemed large and had a most pleasing brownish color.� I drew back slightly and the meatus yawned at me slightly; in a way it was looking into my soul.�

Fascinated, I watched as a clear drop of precum oozed from the tip, just as my cock slipped into the warm moist cavern of his mouth.� God, I was hard too, I realized.� I guess I could have just let Dutch blow me and left it at that, but if I welched on our pact, there would be hell to pay.� He could do some serious damage to me if he really wanted to.�

I cut my eyes upward.� The girls were hovering above us watching every moment. Their eyes darted away from Dutch swallowing my dick and looked at me; with their eyes they were urging me, �Do it!� Do it!� Do it!�� I turned back to the hard cock in my face, opened up and slid the weeping head between my lips.

My first thought was, �Ummm, pussy.�� Then fresh slippery precum sauce hit my tongue.� It just seemed the natural thing to do, so I smeared it around the incredibly smooth head with my tongue.� Dutch pushed his hips upward, urging me to take more of him in my mouth.� I did and as I became accustomed to the feel and texture in my mouth, I had to conclude that he was right, this wasn�t so bad; certainly what he was doing down at the other end was far from bad.� I just had to try and give as good as I got.

We had all day and it wasn�t but 10:30 AM, so there was no rush, we sucked and sucked each other until I felt the familiar pangs of an impending nut shot.� I pulled off of him and pulled me out of his mouth.� The girls were wild eyed and nearly delirious.

�Did you cum?� Debbie asked breathlessly.

�No, but I will,� I answered as I forced my sister's head down to my crotch. She was eager as always when it came to sucking my dick and within moments I felt the sweet release as my cock pulsed, disgorging the umpteenth load from my balls into her rapacious mouth.�

Like Dutch said, it really wasn�t so bad.� Later that afternoon, the second time was a lot easier than doing it for the first time.� The third time a week or so later, it was like, �Oh, yeah, let�s do it,� though I concealed my enthusiasm.� I guess it�s the same for most girls; the first time some guy wants to rod them, they�re very apprehensive about it.� The second time, not so much, but not necessarily eager.� The third time, the boyfriend hardly has to work for it, and the forth, it�s a given.

I still liked girls the best, but adding a new twist to our sex parties seemed perfectly natural..� so long as everyone kept it just between the four of us.� By the time Christmas came I accepted the fact that maybe I was bi.� I didn�t feel any different, nor did Dutch seem any different except we both stopped with the fag jokes.� We didn�t talk about it either.� Guys just don�t talk about shit like that, we just did it� not for ourselves, but for the girls.�

Christmas came and went.� Mom seemed to have to work late more and more often.� Mom and Dad also seemed to fight more frequently.� There was trouble in Denmark, as they say, but being preoccupied with my own affairs, I wasn�t tuned into it.

It was early May, a few weeks before school let out for the summer and Dad had to pull his occasional Saturday night overtime shift.� That meant that Mom would be off playing Bridge with her girlfriends and Debbie would have a sleepover with either her imaginary friend Sandy or with Lacy.� Of course she wasn�t sleeping over with Lacy, she would be sleeping over with Mr. Mac and probably balling his buddies too for cash.� What was different about this weekend was that Mom insisted that I stay over with Dutch.� Usually I just hung out at the house (with Dutch and maybe Lacy).� Mom always ignored the fact that Dutch had slept over, and Lacy we could hide until Mom and Dad were both asleep.�

�Can�t I just stay here?� I asked.

�Do as I ask,� my mom curtly replied in a tone that meant �no further discussion�.

Of course that presented a problem, Mr. Mac didn�t want me nor Dutch around when he was partying with my little sister; said it made everyone nervous to have us around (translation: we don�t want any witnesses).

It was an hour or more before she had to leave, yet Mom was dressed and ready to go.� �Now go on to Dutch�s, Jack.�� Heck, I�d just gotten back from walking Debbie to �Sandy�s� house.� Mom seemed really irritated that I didn�t just hop to it and I was shoved out the door.� Sheesh!

I made my way over to Dutch�s.� His dad answered the door giving me a look that said, �What are YOU doing here?��� �Uh, I need to talk to talk to Dutch, Mr. Mac.��

He let me in and nodding to the bedroom wing he said, �He�s in his room, fucking your slut sister.� You want to dip your wick too before the party starts?� Give her a little brotherly love? Be my guest.� You have thirty minutes, then you and Dutch need to disappear until tomorrow.�

Sure enough, Dutch was humping away at Debbie on his bed.� What I had to say could wait, so I watched them fuck.� How many times had I seen his hairy ass moving between my sister�s legs?� I honestly couldn�t estimate the number. By and by, his motions became erratic and I knew he was busting his nut.

He rolled off of her and looked over at me.� �What are you doing here?� he asked.�

�Mom said I had to spend the night here tonight.�

�You can�t do that!� Dad won�t let either of us stay.�

�I know.� I know.� I don�t know what Mom�s problem is, but that�s a problem for us.�

�She�s not playing Bridge tonight?�

�I guess so.� Heck, we�ll just go back to the house after she�s left.�

Mr. Mac put his head in the doorway.� �Okay, you two.� Beat it!� he barked with a jerking of his thumb for further emphasis.

�And you, Sweetheart.� Go get cleaned up.� I want you fresh as a daisy.

�Then go put on the new outfit I bought for tonight.� It�s laid out on my bed.�� Mr. Mac always liked to dress her up in school girl clothes, outfits that Debbie wouldn�t be caught dead wearing to school.

We were shown the door with the added instructions that he didn�t want to see either of until the morning. Dutch and I wandered about the neighborhood killing time.� We dropped over to see Lacy, but no one was home.� We wandered over to the neighborhood association pool and noted that it was open.� We didn�t have our swim suits, so we passed it by.� When I felt it safe that Mom had left for her card game, we moseyed back to my house.

�Whose Jaguar is that?� Dutch asked referring to the gleaming ultra-cool sedan parked in our driveway.

�I dunno.� Must be one of Mom�s girlfriend�s car.�

�Hey, ya think they�re in there eating each other?� Dutch quipped.� That earned him an elbow in the shoulder� that was my mom he was talking about!� �I�d eat her,� he added moving away quickly to dodge another blow.�

�Fuck you, Dutch," I muttered.

�No, fuck us,� he replied.� �If she is in there with some other MILF eating pussy, they could be at it all night and we�re screwed!� Visions formed in my head of Mom and her friend.� I didn�t even want to think about that.

�Uh, let�s go back to the pool and go swimming,� I suggested.

�We don�t have our swim trunks,� Dutch countered.

�We can go in our shorts.�

�We can�t do that!� They don�t allow cut offs in the pool.� That�s the rule.�

�So what?� We go, we hop in the water and we stay in the water.� If no one sees us before we get in, who�s gonna know?� What�s the worse they can do to us?� Kick us out?�

�Yeah, let�s go swimming.� Maybe Amy �Big Tits� will be there.�

Amy wasn�t there, but we managed to not to get caught until the pool closed at 9:30PM.� Then with our shirts in our hands, we headed back to the house.� YES! The Jag was gone!� We snuck in through the back where the spare key was hidden.� I had Dutch wait in the mudroom until I was sure the coast was clear.� Mom was nowhere to be found.�

�Mom�s gone,� I told Dutch.� �Slip out of those wet clothes and put them in the dryer.�� We both stripped, loaded the dryer and headed for the kitchen to raid the fridge.� By this time we thought nothing of being naked around each other.�

On the table I noticed an envelope.� It was addressed to Dad in Mom�s handwriting.� It was sealed, so I let it be.� None of my business anyway.

We made up a couple of ham sandwiches and headed to the den to watch some TV.� Before we got settled in, I went out to the garage to fetch a gangbang video we had liberated from Dutch�s dad.� I'd hidden it out there with my stash of lubes in a box of old sports stuff, as I was certain Mom made periodic searches of my room looking for teen contraband.� Mom�s PT Cruiser was still there.� I didn�t think anything of it, assuming she had caught a ride tonight with her girlfriend.

We had seen the video a few times already, so it was all old hat; still the mindless fuck flick beat the mindless drivel on TV.� Dutch reached over and fondled my cock saying, �I�ll do you, if you�ll do me.�

�Didn�t you bust a nut with my sister two hours ago?�

�Yeah, that was then.� This is now.�

�You really are a fag,� I laughed.

�So are you,� he replied as he slid off the sofa and onto his knees between my legs.� This was a little different than our other suck sessions as we had always did it with and for the girls.� This would be strictly for our mutual pleasure.� His head descended into my lap.� My semi-erect cock was engulfed in the warm wetness of his mouth.� His tongue swirled around and flickered across the frenum of my dick, while I settled back to enjoy the blowjob without the distraction of blowing him at the same time. I studied his hairy back and watched his close cropped head move up and down on my shaft, his lips and tongue working magic.� It felt terrific!

�Hmmmm, I gonna cum,� I warned him; he continued sucking and pleasuring me. I had warned him and he chose to ignore it, so I made no further efforts and came in his mouth; he continued sucking until I went soft.�

Letting my deflated cock slip from his lips, he nuzzled under it to lick my balls for a moment, then rocked back grinning.� �My turn now,� he declared.� He rose and crawled up onto the sofa straddling me.� I guess he sensed that deal or no deal, I was going to renege on him.� He wasn�t going to let me crawfish on him and stuck his dick in my face.� He grabbed my head and pushed his cock against my mouth.

�Open up, Dude,� he growled.� I was really in no position to say �no�, but I was steadfast in keeping his cock out of my mouth.�

�Suck my dick, or I�ll rip your balls off,� he threatened.� He was a lot bigger and stronger than I was and I knew it was only a matter of time before I would be forced to submit.

�That�s better, Dude,� he said as he jammed his cock into my mouth.

He began thrusting.� This wasn�t a blowjob, it was a face fucking.� There wasn�t much subtlety to it; then again, Dutch rarely exhibited any subtlety.� He simply raped my mouth like he raped my sister�s mouth, and like with my sister, he did it until he came.� Jeesh, he came in buckets.� Now I�d eaten his cum numerous times from Debbie�s freshly fucked pussy and he had likewise eaten my leaking load, so I wasn�t grossed out, but that�s the first time I had taken it direct from the source.

As his cock softened in my mouth, he let go of my head, allowing me an opportunity to escape.� �Fucking, faggot!� I spat pushing him off of me.

�Next time, just blow me,� he replied with a grin.�

�I think you enjoy that shit more than I do.� So let�s just save it for the girls,� I replied.

�Bullshit!� he shot back.� �But maybe you�re right.� It is more fun doing it for the girls.��

Funny how a good cum can leave you drained� mentally that is.� We were both tired by then and after retrieving the unfinished video from the DVD player, we collected our more or less dry clothes and retired to my bed.� I was out within minutes.��

An anguished cry startled me awake. That was followed by the sound of my dad�s voice cursing. Dad had always counseled me to watch my mouth and he led by example� not that he didn�t let out streams of colorful adjectives, verbs, adverbs, and nouns when appropriate.� I figured that he must have stubbed his toe or something.

Early morning light was streaming into my bedroom.� Glancing at my alarm clock I noted that it was indeed a quarter to seven, rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.� Then there was a loud crashing sound followed by my dad cursing again.

�What in the hell?� I thought.� Thinking that something serious had just happened and that he may have gotten hurt, I bounded from bed, slipped on my underwear and headed to investigate.��������

In the kitchen, Dad was standing red faced and shaking with rage.� On the floor and mostly broken was everything that had been on the kitchen counter the night before. �What does he know?� was my first thought, as the only times I had ever seen him approaching this level of anger was when it was directed at me.

�That fucking two-timing whore of a bitch!� he bellowed.� Maybe he wasn�t talking about me.� �That god damned slut!�� Was he talking about Debbie?

He looked at me with a piece of paper in his hand. Holding the paper out towards me while shaking it he spat out,� �Your fucking mother, the woman who said she loved me� Damn her!�

Mom?� What the hell was this all about?

Dad slumped down in a chair.� Holding the letter out to me he demanded, �Read it!� She�s shit on you and Debbie, as well as me.� She�s shit on all of us.�

I took the letter and�� �Holy fuck!� I exclaimed halfway through.� It was my mother�s handwriting, but what she wrote�� I looked at Dad, he was fighting back tears.� I looked back down and read the entire thing again to make sure I had gotten it right.

Basically she said she was in love with Ralph (her boss) and didn�t love Dad anymore.� She said that she wanted to have some fun in her life, free of the burdens of marriage and motherhood.� That she was going to travel with Ralph to Hawaii and Europe and that Dad could expect divorce papers to be served on him soon.� She also said she didn�t want anything from Dad, not his money, his house nor his kids.

What did we do?� Then I realized whose Jaguar it was in the driveway last night and why she'd left her PT Cruiser in the garage.

We had all been abandoned without so much as a goodbye or even an insincere, �I love you.�� It would be almost six weeks before any of us heard from her.� By that time Debbie and I both held opinions of her that mirrored Dad�s.