{ASST} Storage-Shed {Mr_Ed} mg/g, inc, 1st, cons Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or purpose other than to entertain. It should not be read by any minor, for it is not intended as an instructional manual in sex. If the idea of underage sex bothers you, do not read any further. Storage Shed By: Mr. Ed Dad had actually agreed to allow him to do whatever he wanted to the unused building off to the corner of the main house. It was empty, other than a few pieces of wood laying around, and not needed for storage as they had a new steel walled shed to house those things. Not only that, he had a few other assets, for he had a savings account, a paper route that was earning him good money each month, full access to his Dad's workshop with all it's tools, and this was just too close to heaven to be believed. Thanks to the work he had done over the years with his father, he had something else as an asset he didn't immediately recognize, and that was some skills at using the tools to do work around the farm, and a full set of 'How-To' books for details on what he could do. For sixteen years old, this was a really exciting development. Best of all, if it worked out according to his fast forming plan, it would mean his escape from the various sisters he had always getting in his way. The nine year old Karen was bad enough, but the eleven year old Susan was often as not a pain in the wrong places. As he examined the structure, he found it essentially sound, except for one supporting piece that had been damaged accidentally from careless handling of some object that used to be stored in there. But that could be repaired with a new two by four and not much sweat. It would be where he started, but not the only thing he planned to do. "Need any help?" asked Susan from the door he had left open. "Not yet," he responded. "When I get started, I probably would be able to use some though." "What are you going to do with it, Bruce?" she asked as she entered and approached him. "Make a house out of it, if I can," he told her. "But you don't have a bathroom," she commented. "There's still the main house, and the bushes out back," he told her. "Guys are lucky that way," she observed. "Would you let me help you do the work?" "Probably not, for I don't want to be obligated to let you come in when it is fixed up," he said. "No obligations would be necessary," she said. "I'd help just because you are my big brother!" "Sometimes you can be nice, Sue!" he exclaimed. "Maybe...let's see how it goes. Okay?" "Fair enough," she agreed. "I at least could be your errand boy to run to Dad's tool shop and get what you need." "That would make you the funniest looking boy I've ever seen, especially with those things growing on your chest!" "Hey! You actually noticed them! You know what I mean though!" "Yea, I do, Sue! Thanks, and when you are around, and want to, I'd like that." Taking extra care, Bruce decided that the damaged stud could be replaced today, and he could use one of the lumber pieces Dad has said he could use to do the job. Susan got put to work that very day, running for the tape measure, hammer, saw and pry bar that he required as he asked for them. Utilizing extra caution, Bruce measured the height needed three times before he finally made the cut, and was extra pleased when it fit into place so snugly. The last inch he had to knock it with a hammer against a scrap piece of wood, thereby preventing damage to the stud, wedging it into place. Then, all the other angle supports and cross members were repaired and attached to the new stud. From there, Susan was put to further work, fetching a writing pad and then recording all the measurements for the room as he took them. Total length, width and height, followed by more detailed measurements that located the windows and the one door. From there, they moved up to his bedroom in the main house, and recorded all the measurements for each piece of furniture, including the bed, from which data the plans could be made. Dad stopped in during that time, and looked at what they were planning, noticing the cooperation between the brother and sister that were most often quarreling, rather than getting along. "So tell my why you haven't drawn in a bathroom for yourself?" asked their Dad. "As nice as it would be, Dad, I don't think I could afford something that nice right now," replied Bruce. "Maybe, when I earn more, I could manage it." "The big ticket items in a bathroom would be tiles, sink, and toilet, I believe. I still have a working toilet stored away that you could use. There might even be the old sink still left. Why don't you check in the back store room, Susan, and see if it is still there for us?" he suggested. When she left, he said, if you are a little short for what you need, then I might be talked into helping with a few items, Bruce. Plan it properly, using a shower instead of a bathtub, and see what you can do with it. Show me later how you plan looks, and we will see about going for the materials." "The only thing is, Dad," said Bruce, "you work so hard for all of us, and I don't want to put any additional burden on you. If Susan finds the sink, it would be great, and very much appreciated, but please don't go spending money on me." "Hey, what are father's for, if not being able to help a son in a project like this?" he responded. "They are for the love and guidance you show us every day, not to dole out so much money for us!" "After that statement, you will have your sink, even if Susan doesn't find one. Draw you plans to include it, but try to remember that everything needing water should be in one area or on one wall. Show the plan to me later, and before you do any more work on it. Okay?" "You know that whatever you say is okay with me, Dad! Thanks!" Susan did find the sink, reported to her Dad, then rejoined Bruce to let him know and then to continue the planning. Bruce did find her distracting, however, as she went to the opposite side of the desk, and kept leaning forward, and exposing her chest as a result. The first couple of times, Bruce got her to come around beside him, but couldn't take it after the third display. "Sue! I don't want to embarrass you, but you keep going on that side of the desk, and leaning forward. That gives me a perfect view of your breasts, and I'm sure you don't want that!" "Is that why you keep calling me around, to protect me from you! Anybody else, it would bother me, but you I don't need protection from. Look all you want, but let's get on with the plan. If you put your bathroom that close to the kitchen, won't it stink after you use the toilet?" "Not if I put a vent up high on the wall," he argued. "It's a good point though," he acknowledged. "The other thing is you don't have more than enough room to stand in the middle of your kitchen, and can't move around at all!" "What would that matter if it is only for a slice of bread or some little snack?" he asked. "I sure can't equip a kitchen with all that is needed, and I'm not crazy enough to pass up on Mom's cooking!" "So we get to see you at the meal table, do we?" "Every meal, unless I happen to sleep in," he confirmed. In the end, when the plan was shown to their father, it was carefully scrutinized, and then approved as a job well done. Then the list of materials he had prepared was examined, and a few items added from Dad's personal experience. "This is a job well though out," commented his father. "There is one thing I believe you have totally overlooked, and that is your need for privacy. Without some drapes or blinds on the windows, you won't have any!" "May I make the drapes for you, Bruce?" asked Susan. "I don't have the money for the material, but would love to make them for you." "There goes the bank account, but you are both right, I do need something. If you would be willing to, Susan, I'd greatly appreciate you making them for me." "Don't worry, Bruce," she responded. "I know you are a guy, and don't want any flowers or stuff like that. You need good masculine looking things, and will get something that suits you. Okay?" "Seems to me we will need a trip into the city tomorrow," observed Mom. "We should plan on leaving early, get what is needed, and return home. I'll go with you, Susan, just in case I can make suggestions to help. It's your project though!" "I don't know what I can do to help, Bruce," said Karen, "but I'll find something for you and your new place." "Would you come over here please, short stuff?" asked Bruce, using his pet name for her. Seconds later she was leaning into her big brother's arms, smiling. "How about you don't worry about getting me anything, but coming to visit with that bright smile of yours, just to cheer me up?" he suggested. "I'm going to try to come visit you so often you will probably throw me out," she declared. "I'm really worried that you won't be around so much!" Her face was no longer smiling, but about to break into tears. "You are going to be seeing so much of me, that you will be wanting to throw me out," he told her. "Stop worrying, short stuff, for I still love you and always will, and I'm not going anywhere far." "Are you going to let me visit once in awhile?" she asked. "Even if I have to drag you from the house, I'll have you over to visit, Karen. You're still my baby sister, and unless Mom and Dad make a new one, you always will be!" "You still planning on tickling me once in awhile?" she asked. "Aren't you getting too old for that now?" he suggested. "No way!" she exclaimed just before she went down on her knees trying to squirm away from his tickling her waist. "Stop, Bruce! Stop! I can't take any more!" "Then just remember you are still my short stuff, and still will be subject to tickling at any time, especially if I see a sad face on you. Understood?" "If I can get my kiss now, I will understand," she replied coming back up onto her feet. "Yuck!" he exclaimed. "What horrible demands you put on me, Karen. Okay lets get it over with!" The kiss was sweet, gentle and affectionate, as per normal, and unlike the commentary suggested. The hug that went with it was of similar warmth. Early for this family was after the chores and Bruce's paper route were taken care of, but by eight, they were on the road, and outside the stores waiting for them to open. Mom, Karen and Susan headed off in a different direction going to get the materials for drapes, and the rods on which to hang them. Bruce went with his Dad to get the building materials, and these were being loaded when the girls returned. There was need for a stop at one store to pick up something, while Bruce continued the conversation with his Dad about the building plans, and materials purchased. "That was far more than I expected to pay, Dad, and so many of those things could have waited for me to earn more from my paper route. I hate having you put out so much money for me like that." "Consider it a father's privilege, Bruce, and that you have been overruled!" he declared. "Doing the job right in the first place is very important, cost and time saving in the long run. I happen to be proud of my son, and how well he has done, and it is not a great concern to me to put out that little bit for you." "I've never been able to win any argument with you yet, Dad, so I know I should quit trying," declared Bruce. "It just bothers me though, and at the same time, I appreciate it!" "Just remember, I want to inspect your wiring before it has gone too far, and help with the bathroom installations. The trough from the house to the shed we will do together, and the connections at the pot head for the electrical, I will do, for I don't want you anywhere near those live wires." "If there is a danger there, why don't we call in an electrician, Dad?" suggested his mother. "There is no danger as long as you know what you are doing, and do it properly. It is no big concern, but I am more familiar with it than Bruce, so I don't want to take any chances. He is too good a kid to loose now!" "Listen to who's talking, Dad!" exclaimed Bruce. "I don't want to loose you either!" "I'm too stubborn to go so easy, son, but thanks!" "Thank you for this and how many other times I owe you. Every kid should be this lucky!" "Hearing you say that makes me take Dad's side, Bruce. I'm glad he got those things for you, and don't want to hear any more arguing about it!" "Yes, Mom!" replied Bruce and Dad at the same moment, and echoed by the two girls. "Glad to see I have this family trained right!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "But if you weren't such a good cook, darling..." started Dad, letting it trail off to unfinished. Just to make the trip seem even shorter, a good song came on the radio, and all joined in to sing along with the tune. There would be a lot of work to do, but they were happy and a family at this point. Bruce had to put off the drywall work to first complete the plumbing and electrical wiring. Susan remained at his side almost constantly, even to the point of him looking for her during one of her rare absences. The toilet waste outlet proved to be one of the harder jobs, digging a hole though the concrete floor of the shed. Even the trenches needed were not too difficult, although they were labour intensive during the digging, and the sweat was pouring off them when they were finished digging. The really fun part of that was when the conduit and pipes were laid, and connected, filling in the trenches again became a satisfaction for having it over with, and the yard returned to it's normal appearance. Dad insisted on contributing the time to do the installations of the toilet and sink the day after the tiles were put down on the walls and floors of what was to become the narrow bathroom. When he was at work, Bruce was always there learning and contributing to the effort. Apart from that, he enjoyed working with his father, and took every opportunity to do just that. The electrical wiring was the next order of business, and with Dad's blessing followed the plan he had prepared. He had to wonder if it could earn him extra marks when he returned to school, but spent no more than a few seconds thinking about that. When Dad returned from the fields that afternoon, he took the time to check on Bruce, examined the work already done, and touched his son's fist in celebration of the quality work done. It was the next day, while Bruce was finishing the last few connections to the circuit breaker panel that he had an unexpected visitor, his shop teacher. He too made an inspection of the work, found no criticisms to make and told Bruce that he was to receive extra marks for the work so well done! Bruce, of course, was extremely happy with the praise, and having Susan witness his teacher's comments. A few sheets of drywall had been put up for the bathroom a few days ago, but with the completion of the wiring, and having Dad make the connections to bring power into his place, Bruce was excited to be able to start on the other walls, improving his speed as he went along. Susan helped, as per usual, found the sheets were heavy for her, but she helped move them without a single word of complaint. As each sheet took it's place, Susan was the official drywall screw holder, feeding them to Bruce as required to complete the attachment to the studs. Bruce did a double take when he looked to find he was using the last piece of drywall. First he looked around for the other sheets, but when he couldn't find them, he looked to see how many more he was going to need. As it turned out, it was the last piece and only piece required to complete the walls, for only the one gap remained. Did he ever swell up as he looked at their accomplishment, knowing they had done well! "You, Susan, are one remarkable girl, and I am so proud that you are my sister! How am I ever going to be able to thank you for all the work you have done?" "How about you put this last piece up, and then give me a hug and a kiss for the effort, Bruce?" she suggested. "As soon as I earn enough from my paper route, I'm taking you out special; maybe a movie or something you might like." "You would be seen with an eleven year old girl, being a big man of sixteen?" she questioned. "Excuse me for swearing, but you are bloody right I would! I'd take you anywhere!" he stated. "Shouldn't you turn that cut side into the corner, Bruce?" asked Susan. "See what I mean? My kid sister preventing me from making a mistake! You're right of course, and thanks, Sue!" "Every single time you call me 'Sue' it gives me goose bumps," declared Susan. "Karen feels the same when you call her 'short stuff', and we both love you!" "That's good to hear for I love both of you two as well. Why is this sheet not going in?" he asked of the air. "Because there is a piece sticking out up there that's in the way," she told him. "We'll soon fix that!" he declared, setting the board to lean against the wall. With his knife, and a little judgment the sheet was cut, and then tried again, fitting like a tight glove. Then Susan was passing him the screws, one at a time, and it was soon firmly attached where it was supposed to be. "May I come in?" called out his mother. As she entered she was saying, "I just thought you guys...Wow! This is looking good, Bruce! Very well done!" "Don't forget Sue, Mom," he reminded her. "She has had a big part in all of this already!" "Oh, I know," she confirmed. "Well done, both of you! Here are some sandwiches I made for you. Karen is coming with the drinks in a moment. This is nice!" "It's finished!" exclaimed Karen when she stuck her head in the door. "I hate it!" "Why is that, short stuff?" he asked. "Because it means you won't be sleeping in the next room to me very much longer!" she declared. "I'm going to miss you!" "Don't you go adding salt to our drinks by crying now, short stuff!" exclaimed Bruce. "Just think you won't need to worry when you come out of the bathroom and having me catch you naked any more!" "What's this?" asked their mother. "Karen had bathed, forgotten her robe or clothes or something, and I happened to be in the hall when she came out, Mom. Other than the pretty red cheeks, she was okay, and I got a nice look at a good looking girl!" "Big mouth!" declared Karen to Bruce. "I have a suggestion," said Mom. "After you get settled in for a few days, how about having Karen come for a sleep over with you?" "I'd probably come out in the morning all black and blue from short stuff kicking me all night long, Mom! You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" "I'll check with Dad on the idea, but I'm sure he will approve. I'll loan you an extra pillow so you can have a cushion in between, Bruce. That should cut down on the bruises I think." "I'll be in charge!" he warned Karen. "You always are, next to Mom and Dad," she declared. Bruce looked at her, took her up into his arms, and had her arms and feet go around him to hold herself up against his chest. "For a short stuff kid, you are so damn sweet!" he declared. "I suppose I could put up with you one night, if Dad approves." "Once a week would be enough for me," offered Karen. "Don't get carried away, short stuff, or I'll have to change your name to big pain!" he warned. "I've got supper to prepare," stated Mom as she left. "Don't get in the way, Karen!" "I won't Mom!" she promised. "So would you like to get off of me now?" asked Bruce. "No way! I'd stay here forever!" she declared. As Bruce set her down, he placed a kiss on her lips, and accepted her kiss in return. "I'm hungry and thirsty- let's eat!" "I already had mine in the kitchen, but could I stay while you eat, please Bruce?" asked Karen. "Try to get out that door, and I'll nail you to the wall!" he declared. "Thanks, Bruce! You mind, Susan?" "Not at all," she answered. "I don't understand why you think I would mind!" "I just want a few minutes with him, and you can have him back afterwards," offered Karen. "I'll talk to you later, Karen," stated Susan as she looked annoyed. Following the break, taping and filling of the cracks became the order of the day. It was a bit of an art to do the job correctly, and it took Bruce a few tries to get on the first strip, but then it started going better. By the time Dad showed up for his afternoon inspection, Bruce had finished the taping, and was applying the second coat of the joint compound, leaving those spots and the screw heads the only visible indication of it not being a one piece application on each wall. Thanks to a short demonstration on one corner, Bruce was able to tackle the other inside corners and was able to get a nice look for each one. The remaining time before dinner was taken up with cleaning up the floor, removing the scrap pieces of drywall, and generally cleaning up the place. Both of them had already cleaned up for dinner when Mom called them to the table. Susan was not needed at the shed the next day, and went to work finishing the drapes she was making for Bruce. For him it was hour after hour of sanding, and re-sanding, and even more sanding, but when he examined the work afterwards, he could no longer determine, without measuring, where the joints were in the drywall. Needless to say, he was very pleased as he entered the kitchen. "Get out of here!" ordered Mom the moment he stepped inside. "What's wrong, Mom?" asked Bruce. Susan and Karen came running, for Mom did not issue orders like that for nothing. When they burst into the kitchen, both of them started laughing at him, causing Mom to start laughing as well. Taking a hanging mirror off the wall, she held it up for Bruce to see. He looked like an outback aboriginal, covered in white dust from his hair, down to his feet. Even he had to laugh, until he was taken outside. Susan was handed the hose, and it was turned on him, once he had stripped down to his briefs. With no mercy, and in front of his Mom, and two sisters, Bruce was hosed off, head to toe, with no mercy being shown to the effect of his briefs being soaked, and showing far more than they should. They were having too good a time laughing at their brother, and son. Mom was the one to offer him a towel, and recover a little of his pride, once the water was turned off. It was too much for Bruce to let it slide, and when he had the opportunity, he turned the hose on his two fully dressed sisters. It was his turn to laugh, joined by his Mom who found herself exempt from the hose down he gave them. The best effect was upon Susan, for her blouse was stuck to her skin, and provided an excellent view of her breasts, especially the nipples that stood out prominently. Bruce made it to the bathroom first, locking the girls out while he bathed himself. His only concession was to toss out two towels into the hall for them, and ignored their calls otherwise. By the time they met at the table, Dad had already heard, and the entire family joined in the laughter over the event. Painting was the order of the day, following the chores and paper route. Susan got into an old pair of jeans and an old blouse, far too tight on her, and contributed to the effort. It was a primer that Dad had insisted on buying, but it did help to make the place look nice. Even with clean up after it was done, there was still time to wait before lunch. Immediately after eating, the two workers went back to work, and this time the room took on a brand new look, giving everything a blue gray look, thanks to the color Bruce had selected. Finally, since there was still time to spare, Bruce undertook the painting of the windows and the door, and all the trim around the floor. It was a darker blue gray, but worked very well with the overall look. When they took the time to admire the look, Susan leapt into his arms, wrapped herself around him, both his neck and waist, and planted a kiss firmly on his lips. "It looks fabulous, Bruce," she said. "You should be very proud of your work!" "You want me to drop you straight onto your ass?" he asked. "We should be proud of the work we did, not just me!" "I don't want any credit, for I worked under your direction," she said seriously. "All I'd like is to be allowed to spend a little time with you in it, once you move over. If I could, I'd get to spend a night with you, just as Karen is going to. God, that made me so jealous!" "I think you are a little too old for spending a night with me, Sue," he mentioned. "I don't care, cause, if I had a chance, I would in an instant!" she declared. "For your sake, don't suggest it to Mom or Dad," he said. "Look at how your titties have developed!" "They don't matter for I'd show you all of me anytime you wanted," she offered. "I just want to be extra close to you, for you are the greatest guy around!" "Sue, I love you, but you are giving me a hard on, talking like that! Now I can't go up to the house, for Mom would see it's hard." "Sorry, Bruce, but I don't care about that! Put me down and I'll show you how much I care!" "Now what are you suggesting?" he asked as she slipped back to the floor. "Just this," she said as she pressed her front against it. "This is how you can repay me for the work," she said. "Hold me close, and kiss me again!" "You're being bad, Susan!" he exclaimed. "So spank me, if you want," she declared as she kissed him passionately. "You're strong enough," she added at the end of the kiss. "Behave yourself, or I just might, right before I reported you to Mom and Dad!" he declared. "So you want to shower down here, or up at the house?" she asked. "The tile grout needs a couple of more days to dry, so I have to use the main house," he responded as he set her down. Tomorrow, I move some of my things down here." "Let me help, please, Bruce?" she asked. "I'll be good, I promise!" "I'd love your help, Sue," he assured her. "I like having you around during all this work!" "It's been the best time of my life, Bruce," she declared. "I just wish I could tell you how much fun it's been. Thanks for letting me." "I almost wish the work wasn't finished," he admitted. "It's not done, Bruce!" she declared. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked. "What else is there except to move the furniture?" he asked. "How about the ceiling?" she asked. "Aren't you going to put it up?" "I'll be damned!" he exclaimed looking up. "I forgot all about it!" "How long would it take?" she asked. "I've no idea!" he exclaimed. "How stupid could I be?" "Not even a little stupid, my big brother, just distracted by other things. Do you know how to put it up?" she asked. "No, but I got an instruction sheet from the hardware store," he reported. Susan followed her brother to the steel storage shed, and watched while he located the sheet. Returning to his new quarters, he began to read. "This is not going to be so bad," he said after a couple of minutes. "Partly it is held up by the beams and drywall at the top. The centre is held by wires from the roof. I wonder if we got the hooks to attach it up there?" he asked aloud. "I saw a couple of packages of rings with screws sticking out one side," she commented. "Those are what we need. Those and a taller ladder!" "Dad must have one that would work," she suggested. "True enough," he agreed. "So, I guess I don't move things tomorrow, but at least I can have you hanging around and extra day." "Even after I was bad?" she asked. "We all make mistakes, Sue," he assured her. "Forget it!" "See why I love you so much?" she countered. "I'm glad for the extra day too!" "Want to help me carry the things here for the morning?" he asked. "You bet I do," she confirmed as they headed back to start the job. An hour later, everything was moved to his new structure, including Dad's medium sized ladder. In the morning, the final work could begin, so arm in arm they headed in to get dinner, even before Karen showed up to call them. The evening was expected to be a relaxing one, but turned out far different than expected. Bruce took the first opportunity to get Dad alone, for he felt the need to talk with him, worrying about it at the same time. "Something happened today, Dad, and while I don't really want to mention it, I feel I must, and will trust you to do what is right. Susan did something today, that...well it just wasn't right, nor did I feel right about how I felt about it." "Try telling me, Son," suggested his Dad. "Don't dance around it!" "Susan offered to sleep with me, and to let me see her naked, Dad," he reported. "And what did you do about it?" he asked. "I discouraged her, Dad," he responded. "She felt guilty enough to suggest I spank her for it." "Excuse me, gentlemen," called Mom from the room door, "but Susan has just reported something I think needs to be shared." Susan was immediately behind her mother, and looking rather sheepish. "Well I'll be damned!" exclaimed Dad. "Bruce was just reporting the same thing to me!" "I guess we did something right with them, Dad," suggested their mother, now smiling. "Sit down, kids," he ordered. "We need to have a little talk it seems." "Daddy, I'm really sorry, but Bruce is just so damn nice to be near, I couldn't help it!" declared Susan, breaking into tears. "And how did you feel about it, Bruce?" asked his father. "To be honest, Dad, it got me excited...you know...turned on!" he admitted. "It's definitely time, Daddy," commented their Mom, moving to sit on their Dad's lap. "I believe you are ready to hang your ceiling tiles tomorrow," suggested Dad, getting a nod from Bruce in response. "When you do, you will find you are short a few tiles from your order. I had the order changed when you didn't hear." "I don't get it, Dad," declared Bruce. "We were talking about Susan and my reaction to her, and now we are talking about the ceiling tiles?" "Don't you know yet when your Dad is taking the direct root to a problem?" asked their mother. "Why don't you just listen to Dad?" "Sorry, Sir, but you have got my head spinning!" declared Bruce. "When you strand the supports over where your bed is going to be, I want you to double strand them, for they will need to carry extra weight." "Yes, sir," he agreed, still puzzled beyond belief. It took all his will power to not ask again what was going on. "I have put away, six pieces of mirrored glass to replace the missing tiles, and they will be going over your bed. It will give you a better chance of enjoying the person you are with." "You see, son," interjected their mother, "we know Susan is now old enough to be ready to explore her development, and she had chosen you to do that with. Dad and I realized it was going to happen soon, and helped you prepare for it. You are going to sleep with Susan, just as she wanted." "This can't be for real!" declared Bruce getting up and walking around the room. "What is this all about?" "Mom and I are not husband and wife, we are sister and brother to each other!" declared Dad. Bruce had no idea of how he remained standing, for the blow had struck like a thunder bolt. His mind raced faster than he could ever remember, although he had no time to consider that. Glancing over at Susan became his saving grace, for she was having as much trouble with the idea as he was. Everybody remained silent for the long minutes it took to work the thoughts into his mind, glancing back and forth from Susan to his parents. "This is hard to believe, but it makes sense," stated Susan finally. "It explains a lot of things!" "Explain to me then, Sue," he demanded, "for I can't make any sense of it!" "Have you never noticed how Mom and Dad look so much alike, and so do we for that matter. They have been the greatest parents any family could have, and we have got to be the luckiest kids ever!" "I must be stupid, but could you spell it out for me, please, Dad?" begged Bruce. "Mom and I grew up as kids together, and found each other sexually appealing when we came of age to be interested. We became lovers, and have had a wonderful life together. Now it is your turn, and you have not one, but two sisters to share in your love, Bruce. We didn't expect Karen, but she is a wonderful addition we are very pleased with. You may sleep with Susan, and when it is time, you will sleep with Karen as well. She is as old as Mom was the first time we did it together." "You're telling us we can have sex together?" asked Susan in disbelief. "Wouldn't you like that?" asked her mother. "More than anything," she confirmed. "It's just so hard to believe. I was expecting to get shit, and now I am going to do what I wanted in the first place. Dreams really can come true!" "You want to sleep with me, Susan?" asked Bruce. "For a long time now," she confirmed. "How do you feel about the idea, Bruce?" asked his Dad. "I want to, alright, but to hear that I can, it's enough to burst my skull!" he declared. "We were going to let it happen naturally, but since it has come up like this, we had to tell you tonight, Bruce," explained his mother. "We do want you to be gentle, like your Dad was with me, when you take Susan's virginity, but we know you would be gentle anyway." "May I be excused, please?" requested Bruce. "I need to get something to eat while I think about all this!" "Now there's a great idea," said his father. "You want privacy, or may we join you?" he asked. "I've always liked having you guys around, and sure would like the company now, if you wouldn't mind," he responded. "Are you coming, Sue?" "Calling me that, and asking me to do something? You bet I'm coming," she declared. "I've never been so scared and happy at the same time!" "Strange enough, that's exactly how I feel," admitted Bruce. "I'm tempted to get Karen out of her bed though." "Leave her sleeping, son," instructed Dad. "You've got your hands full with Susan anyway." They drifted down the stairs to the kitchen, and it was Mom that got out the ice cream. Placing the bucket, minus the lid, in the centre of the table, she handed everybody a spoon and each began to dig in for themselves. "Even doing this is strange," observed Bruce. "I can't stop shaking!" "You could do it tonight if you want, Bruce," offered Susan, "but I have a feeling we should wait until your place is built, and do it over there tomorrow night." Sitting back, Bruce looked at Susan, and then said, "Do you always have to think the same things I'm thinking?" "I guess it's kind of natural for us, isn't it?" she replied. Not much of the bucket was left for Karen, but what there was got returned to the freezer, and everyone retired to bed. Mom and Dad had sex, they knew, but they lay in bed considering it for a long time before sleep overtook them. When Bruce awoke the next morning, it was still in a state of shock. He still had his normal morning erection, and realized that tomorrow morning, he would be able to satisfy it in his sister, a thought he now had come to accept. They were going to become lovers, and today would be their first time. Dressing was like in a dream, every detail seemingly lasting forever, his mind was racing so fast. Instead of going downstairs as per normal, however, he turned to Susan's room door and knocked. When she answered, he entered to find her sitting on the side of her bed, fully dressed. "Were we dreaming the same dream?" he asked. "I think we were, my new lover," she replied. "You really want to do it with me?" he asked. "More than you could ever know, Bruce," she confirmed. "I can't begin to tell you!" "Well, Sue, you have been my fantasy for awhile now, so I guess I want you as much as you want me, or maybe even more." "Want to kiss me now?" she asked. "No way!" he exclaimed. "I want to save it for later, Sue. Would you mind? A kiss and I'd take you right now!" "That's what I was hoping, even though I'm a little scared," she admitted. "Ready for breakfast?" he asked, taking her by her hand. "Lead on, for I will follow anywhere you go!" she declared. When Karen had finished her usual breakfast, Mom placed the bucket of ice cream in front of her to her absolute astonishment. Bruce and Susan exchanged smiles, got up and left for the pending work. The chores and paper route were the first order of the day, and quickly dispensed with, everyone working together as a team, other than for Bruce's solo of his delivery route. By the time he returned to the storage shed, turned home, Dad had already put up most of the overhead wires, ready to support the ceiling frame. By lunch, the entire support strips crisscrossed the interior of the structure. An hour after lunch, all the ceiling tiles were in, along with six pieces of mirror suspended above where the bed was to be. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in moving furniture, and the thousand other things a sixteen year old boy had managed to accumulate. Even Karen and Mom participated in the combined effort, leaving his old room empty when they were done. That's when Karen raced out of the house, and disappeared. "Is she upset?" asked Bruce. "No, son, she will be right back," assured Mom. Two minutes later, Karen returned, a long roll of some kind under her arm. "This is a gift for you, Bruce," she said. "It's a house warming gift, and Mom only helped a little bit with the cost." "What on earth could it be?" asked Bruce out of true puzzlement. "Please take it fast, Bruce," requested Karen. "It's really heavy!" With two quick steps, he was relieving her of the weight, and was astonished at just how much it did weigh. Tearing the wrapping paper off, he discovered a rug inside. As it unrolled, two other smaller mats appeared, having been rolled up inside the bigger one. "The big one is for the centre, and the little ones for beside your bed," she said. "Do you like them?" Bruce did not answer her, but stepped over the rugs, picked her up and embraced her to his chest. The kiss he placed on her lips was more like he would have kissed Susan, and she was very willing to accept it from him. "I guess you do, eh?" she asked. "No, short stuff, I love them, for they are from you!" he declared. Her smile was threatening to crack her eardrums for it was so big. "They are beautiful as well!" "So I guess you don't have forever to hold me like this, do you, Bruce?" she asked. "Not today, but try again tomorrow," he suggested. "You've got it but could I have another kiss like that today?" she asked. "Settle for a kiss and a bum rub?" he asked. Karen glanced over to Mom and Dad upon hearing that, but took a chance of saying "Oh, yea!" at the same time. When Bruce's hand went under her skirt, and inside her panties, she was wide eyed, and smiling. Then, she closed her eyes, felt his hand on her butt, and accepted the other kiss from him. Once Karen was returned to her feet, the two small rugs were put in place beside the bed, and then the larger one adjusted to be properly centered. Then Karen could contain her curiosity no longer, and ran over to her mother. "You don't mind Bruce touching my bum like that, Mom?" "As long as you don't mind, Bruce can touch you wherever he wants, darling," she responded. "Ice cream for breakfast, and a butt rub from my brother, mirrors in the ceiling over his bed, and is there any more weird stuff to happen today?" "Afraid so, darling," reported their Dad. "You are not to come down here again for the rest of today, or tomorrow." "And Susan will not be home tonight," added her mother, "for she is going to be sleeping down here with Bruce, just like you will in a few days." "Susan is finally going to get what she's wanted for so long?" she asked. "Way to go, Susan, and I'm never going to speak to you again, for as long as I live!" "Even when you are going to sleep down here with them some nights?" asked her mother. "Oh, Mom, you know I could never stop talking to Susan," she declared. "She's my big sister!" "That's it!" declared Bruce. Karen was suddenly picked up, carried to the bed, and given a good tickle for several minutes before she called for it to end. Her clothes were all askew when he finished, and she didn't care at all what was showing. "Okay, everybody up to the house," ordered Mom. "We all need to eat if we have things to do!" The main meal of the day was comprised of leftovers, but it seemed to take forever to prepare, even with all three girls working together in the kitchen. Eating the food didn't drag as badly, but still took awhile for the soon to be new couple. Then finally, early good nights were said, and the two returned to the new house out beside the main house. They were holding hands as they headed over the short distance across the yard. Susan had taken a few minutes to change into some fresh clothes, and now was wearing a loose fitting top that left her shoulders and midriff bare, and a short little skirt that left her legs hanging out below. Bruce did a nice double take when he first saw her dressed like that, and Susan was delighted with his response. It was obvious to Bruce that she was nervous about what was planned to happen. Inside the new house, Susan was taken up in his arms, held tightly to his front and kissed passionately, making her begin to feel the stimulation to relieve the stress she felt. "I'm finally going to get to try out how it feels to lay on my bed here in my new house, Susan," he told her as he slipped out of his shoes. As soon as he set his shoes aside neatly, he did a roll into bed, almost reaching the other side, and stretched out on his back. "We finally got everything perfect in here, Sue," he exclaimed. "This is wonderful, and I owe you so much for all your work and effort, the drapes and just being such a great sister. You are special, and I do love you." "It's been a lot of fun, Bruce, and I've enjoyed every minute of it!" she responded as she approached the bed. "May I lay down beside you?" "Stupid question, Sue," he told her. "Maybe I will still need the alarm clock to wake myself up for the morning papers." "Here's the clock," said Sue, passing it over to him as she stretched out on her belly. He fixed it, and passed it back to her to return to the side table. When it was in place, she slid over a little bit closer to him. "Guess I'm being kind of stupid being scared about this when I've prayed for it to happen for so long, aren't I?" she asked. "The last thing you are is stupid, Sue," he assured her, drawing her still closer to him. "I understand you are nervous, and that everything will be alright. I'm not going to force you into anything." "Still being my protecting big brother, aren't you, Bruce?" she observed as a question. "No, I don't think you can say that right now," replied Bruce. "If I was protecting you, I would be covering your panty butt!" "You aren't even looking at me down there, so why would you cover it?" she asked surprised. "Who says I'm not looking at it?" he countered, directing her to look up. "You sneak!" she declared. "I forgot about the mirrors!" "Want me to cover it?" he asked. "Uncover it is more likely," she suggested turning back to rest her face on his shoulder. She was aware as her skirt was pulled up to her waist. "Remember when I had to hose the dust off you, Bruce?" she asked. "Man did your thing ever stand out nice inside your briefs! Your butt too!" "I'm glad the water was cold so it didn't get too hard," he commented. "It still stuck out pretty nice, and both Mom and Karen noticed," she admitted. "Both of them said how big and nice it looked!" "I knew Karen was looking, but Mom too?" he exclaimed as a question. "How embarrassing!" "If you heard what they said, you wouldn't be embarrassed, but proud!" she reported. "How is it now?" she asked. "As hard as it gets!" he stated. "It's right beside you to find out for yourself." "You wouldn't mind if I touched it?" she asked timidly. "Not at all Sue," he assured her. "I can't resist trying out that sweet bum of yours any longer." "Every time you have held me there, it has always felt good, so please try it out!" she exclaimed quietly, reaching out to touch his hardened penis still inside his pants. "Man it sure is hard and tall!" As she lay half against him, she explored the hardness of his erection, while she felt his hand slip inside her panties and over her bare butt. It was a couple of moments before he pushed her panties down to better access her, and she continued to enjoy the sensation coming from his gentle caresses. "This is nice, Bruce," she said. "You are going to see all of me, aren't you?" "Every tiny little sweet curve of your entire body, Sue," he admitted. "Your being only eleven actually is part of what is turning me on." "You like me being only eleven?" she asked. "I love you as you are, and being so young is a bonus for me," he explained. "Look at how your bum curves so sweetly. Man it is pretty!" "I keep forgetting you have the mirrors up there," she said. "So you are seeing my bum right now!" "Your pretty little bare bum is right there in front of me, and I'm staring at it!" he declared. Sue had to take a look over her shoulder to see how much he could see, and found out it was completely exposed. "Scare you?" he asked. "No," she said quietly. "I like that you can see it! I'm getting to feel really excited now! May I take out your thing?" "I'd like it if you did, Sue," he told her. "It has been pressed against your belly already, and that felt so good, but made me feel so guilty at the time." "They really pulled one on us, didn't they," she said, getting into the memory of the evening before. "Shocked the hell out of me," he said. "I almost embarrassed myself and shit my drawers!" He was effectively shut up by Susan pulling up over him, and placing a long passionate kiss on his lips. "Let's get our clothes off," she suggested. Bruce didn't need any further encouragement, and they both got up on opposite sides of the bed, stripped naked, and came back together on the bed as before. "Now this is sexy!" he declared. "Do you really like my breasts, since they are so small yet?" asked Susan. "Yes, Sue," he assured her. "They are a perfect size, and I love seeing them, and those growing nipples of yours." "Not just because I'm your sister?" she questioned further. "For pure sex with a special girl that I love with all my heart!" he exclaimed. "They are perfect, and one other thing I especially like for some reason. I love that you don't have any hairs down below yet." "Then when they start growing, I'll pull them out for you," she offered. "Don't you dare," he exclaimed. "Let me watch you grow up naturally, and enjoy every second of it happening." "Okay, boss," she consented. "You can have it your way, and I can shave if you ever want me to!" "How would you like to watch me play with your naked body, and turn over for me?" he asked. That was the hesitation she felt, but knew now was the time, and rolled over onto her back. There she was laying on the bed beside him, his penis hard, and she was totally naked for him to see. The concern was gone the moment he pushed back up one breast and began putting it in his mouth, for the sensation it gave her had her instantly hot and willing. Looking down, she could see it going into his mouth, while looking up, she could see her other breast having gone flat into her chest. Her legs opened, and she could see the slot going down all the way to become the slot of her bum. "Oh, Bruce, what are you doing?" she asked. "It feels so nice!" "I'm licking your nipple with my tongue Sue," he said when he paused to answer her. Returning to her breast back in his mouth, he continued to lick the nipple, making it hard, and bringing her to a climax. Susan did not remember pulling her feet up to open her legs further, but there were her knees up in the air, and her clit was showing in the image above. When Bruce came off her breast suddenly, he spun around and her view of herself was covered as his head went between her legs, and his first kiss landed on her vulva. "Oh, Bruce!" she exclaimed. "Don't stop doing that...it feels so good! Ravage me! Do what you want for it is all yours now!" He didn't stop and she felt his lips as his mouth opened to cover over her entire vulva, top to bottom, and his tongue went down the middle, touching her exposed clit. She could not help but to groan at the effect it had upon her, and yielded herself completely, for it wasn't hers any more...it was his to do as he wanted to it, and she would take whatever he did. That was when she found out it could be even better, for his tongue went down over her clit again, and this time pressed up inside her vagina. After licking inside her hole, he paused to say, "You taste so sweet, Sue!" before he returned his tongue inside her. She was lost, and could not stop herself from the climax that ensued, giving him even more to lick up and taste. Now, he had her legs pinned by his arms, and she was fully exposed to him, front and back. She had caught a glimpse of it as he had spoken to her, and knew everything could be seen, and was glad to have it like that. When his finger went inside her, and she was able to see herself being felt up, bring a new climax yet again, even as the last one had been subsiding. "I want my penis inside you, Sue," he whispered to her. "Hurry please, Bruce," she begged. "I want it there too!" Getting into position over her, he watched her face carefully as he found the target and slipped it inside just a little, and listened to her moaning as it entered. Going deeper, he liked the feeling of her being wrapped around the end of his cock, and knew she wanted it from the continued moaning as it penetrated. Only the pressure below on the end of his cock, and the squeezed up eyebrows told him she had felt any hurt, but then her eyes went wide open again as he pressed in until it was fully up into her. "Are you okay, Sue?" he asked. "Yes!" she declared. "Oh, Bruce, take me and make me yours forever!" "It feels so nice having it in there, wrapped all around my cock. I'm raping you and love it!" he declared. "Then rape me good and hard, Bruce," she ordered. "I think this is making love, but you can think it is rape if you want! Just do it to me!" Instinct took over and Bruce began to pummel her open hole, and knew he was deep into her body, listening to her repeated groans with each penetration. Each time he got in to the fullest, his body slapped against hers, making an even more erotic sensation to add to everything else. "This is the best time of my life, and I'll remember this for as long as I live, Sue!" he exclaimed. "For me too, Bruce!" she responded. "God, I love you so much!" "Maybe we'll end up like Mom and Dad," he suggested. "They still get to do it anytime they want!" "That's making me come, Bruce," she declared as the climax spread throughout her body. "I hope we do, for you can do this to me every day for the rest of my life!" she declared. "You're not finished with this one tonight, you know, Sue!" he told her. "I'm not going to sleep until I've been inside you again, after I fill up your sex hole with my juices." "All night would be okay with me!" she declared a little loud. "Give it to me, Bruce! I'm still coming!" "So am I," he told her as his weight fell upon her body. He had lost all muscle control and was letting loose inside her sweet hole, and now his groaning was added to hers. "You've made me a woman!" declared Susan a short time later as he lifted his weight off her. "I'm sorry about falling on top of you, Sue," he offered. "I'm not, Bruce," she countered. "It was wonderful and you can pin me like that thousands of times. You are so damn sexy, and I love you claiming me that way!" "We really did it, didn't we," he said as he smiled at her. "You are so good, Sue!" "I'm glad you feel that way, for I think you are the greatest ever!" she declared smiling back. "I'm going to learn to suck your cock, get fucked up my ass, and anything else you might want to try with me!" "A little bit better than the chance of me spanking your sweet bum the other day," he offered. "You can spank my bum too, if you want!" she responded. "I'd do anything for you! Anything!" "I can't even imagine you pissing me off like I used to feel about you sometimes, but maybe, one day, I just might!" he declared. "The only problem I have is that I'm going to have to share you with Karen," she commented. "Will you let me be there when you take her?" "How can I take her?" he asked. "Her little body under me? I'd smother her if I fell on her like I fell on you." "Then take her standing up," she countered. "You know how she likes to wrap her legs around you. She'd be perfect to take that way. I hope she looses her virginity as easily as it was for me." "Did it hurt much?" he asked as he stroked her head with his hand. "It was nothing compared to how your hand makes me feel Bruce," she said without a hint of being shy. "I guess it was like when you get a little cut on your finger, and stung a little." "I used to worry about you doing it with some guy for the first time, and here it was, being me to get into you. It is so hard to believe, but it really happened!" "And will again and again for years and years!" she declared. "Still again tonight!" he reminded her. "Just don't wait too long, for I feel empty down there, like a part of me is missing. It filled me up like it was supposed to be a part of me! Do I ever love your nice big cock!" "We have to be careful to talk like this only when we are alone," he cautioned. "But when we are alone, anything goes!" she declared. "How do you want it the next time?" he asked. "What position?" "Could I bend over and stick it up in the air for you to come in from behind? I'd like to feel your belly against my bare ass," she explained. "Then get on your knees, for I'm ready!" he exclaimed. "Oh, yes!" she responded as she got up and into position. "Shove it up into my cunt nice and hard for me!" "Spread you legs a little more, first, Sue," he instructed. "Here you are, Sue," he said as he shoved hard and landed deep. You're getting fucked again!" "It's wonderful!" she declared. "Spank me with your belly!" "Can't hit any harder, Sue," he told her. "Damn, you sweet asshole is so good to see, spread so far open like it is!" "That's yours too," she declared. "Want to goose me up there with your finger? I do it to myself all the time!" As his finger pressed in, he paused to concentrate, and then found he was up both of her exposed holes. Feeling around inside of her rectum, he pumped his cock into her, enjoying the sight of her being penetrated for his pleasure as well as hers. He had to pull his finger out, and grab her suspended breasts instead, holding them to help him keep his balance. When he collapsed on top of her in his climax, she was ready and climaxed at the same time, again being pinned against the bed, her arms and legs spread towards the four corners of the world. "How are you going to do your papers in the morning?" she asked. "I want you to fuck me again!" "I don't know, but I'll manage...I want to do you again too!" "I hate this part," she commented. "It is getting small and will drop out soon!" "Sorry, kid, I can't help that, but remember, there will be another time soon!" Thinking for a few seconds he added. "I want to watch you walking around naked in front of me, Sue," he told her. "Help me get off my back and I'd be happy to, for the price of one kiss!" she declared. She got hauled up, and firmly kissed several times before she was wandering back and forth before him. "You like looking at my naked?" she asked. "More than you can imagine," he told her. "Man, you are really beautiful!" "A little sexy too?" she asked. "Very sexy!" he declared. "Not just a little, but a whole lot! What a sweet, perfect body you have to live in!" "You don't seem to know how sexy you are, Bruce," she told him as she came to stand in front of him, her legs spread apart. "All the girls as school think you are the greatest guy in school. There are so many that would have given it up to you, you know, Bruce." "What would I want them for, when I have you and Karen someday?" he asked. "Sometimes I used to fantasize about you doing it to them with me watching. It used to make me so hot, and gave me some good climaxes!" "If I was in a room full of naked girls, I'd still pick you, Sue," he assured her. "But you would take one if I asked you, wouldn't you?" she questioned. "Let me do it with Karen while you watch first, and then I might be able to answer that," he said. "You know what I'd like?" she asked. Not waiting for an answer, she said, "I'd like you to fuck me in front of Karen before you take her." "Strange enough, that sounds like a good idea, for she could see how much you enjoy it, and make her less scared," he stated. "It's still hard to imagine seducing and fucking her though," he added. "That's because your protective big brother side is coming out," she stated. "Want to hear something else I think will happen one day?" he asked. "Sure!" she said. "Tell me what you think!" "I think Mom and Dad will want to watch us one day too!" he told her. "I just get that feeling." Susan put her head back, thought about what he had said for a few moments, and then said, "Okay with me I guess. How about you?" "I'd do anything they wanted, Sue," he told her. "They are the best parents ever!" "What would you do if Dad wanted to fuck me?" she asked. "He wouldn't force you, I know, so I guess, if you wanted him, I'd watch, and probably feel a little jealous while he is in you," he responded. "How would you feel?" "Since he loves Mom so much, I couldn't be his number one, like I am for you, so I'd accept it, and let you claim me back when he is finished. What if Mom wanted you?" "Not while Dad is doing you, for I'd want to watch," he said. "Would it bother you, for I'd do anything they wanted!" "Mom's a really good looking woman, and I'd be afraid of loosing your interest. My titties are so small, and I don't want to loose you!" "Listen to me stupid!" he exclaimed. "Your breasts are part of what I love about you, and are not too small for me! Would you please stop worrying, and let me watch them grow up, day after day?" "You bugger!" she said, bending over. "You just made me come, and weren't even touching me! Man, do I love you, Bruce!" "Don't you ever hide your coming from me, for it is so great to see you when you climax! I'm going to be fucking you again, and might have to forget my papers tomorrow!" "Trust me, I'm open and ready when you are, Bruce! Just shove it in me!" "Let me take a look in there, then," he requested. Seconds later, she was on her back, her legs high in the air, showing him inside her crotch. "Do you know how far up I can see?" he said as he looked all about from different angles. "I can see it in your mirrors," she told him. "I can see inside myself at the same time, and for the first time! It's so pink in there!" "And inviting," he declared. "Sit on your heels at the edge of the bed, and let me get into it again!" Susan got into position according to instructions, watched as his penis came up to and penetrated her, and then wrapped her body about his to accept the fucking, being held up in his arms against her. "This is how you should do Karen the first time, Bruce. Fuck her like you are fucking me now!" "Did you have to say that?" he asked. "Now I'm coming already," he told her. "So I see, and I didn't get to come again! You like the idea of doing Karen, don't you, Bruce?" "That small little body, it just turns me on like yours does," he admitted. "Are you upset that I'd want to do her?" "Like you said, I'll probably be a little jealous while you are doing her, but I can live with it. I love her too, and would like to watch her get it from you." "Tomorrow, if Mom and Dad will let us," he stated. "Maybe they will see us doing it at that time." "You just make sure you make me come before you come, my dear big mean brother! God, I love giving it to you!" "Keep the giving coming!" he declared. "I love it too, Sue! I love you and fucking you, both!" "If we keep doing this, you will be dead for your papers tomorrow, Bruce," she warned. "We've got to get some sleep sometime!" "How about after you suck my cock for me?" he suggested. "Don't you wash it then, for I want to taste my juices on it, just like you tasted them!" "There's something more I want you to do for me, Sue," he stated. "I want to watch you pee and shit come out when you have to go. Would you let me see that so we don't have any secrets?" "Do you know how many times I peed with the door open so you would catch me doing it?" she asked. "I told you, anything you want, but I want you to pee for me to see too!" "Then you won't have long to wait for I have to go soon," he observed. "Since I do, we can do it together; the very best way!" "Let's go then," he said. "I'm going to burst real soon!" Moments later, their urine was meeting mid stream, and combining as it poured into the bowl below. When they were both done, he was careful to only touch the end of his penis so he didn't disturb the female sex juices on his cock. They needed to wait nearly twenty minutes before Bruce allowed Susan to take his still soft penis into her mouth and begin to suck on it. Very quickly, it became hard, and she continued until she had brought him to a climax, and swallowed his juices down into her belly from the different direction. At the end of that, they both lay looking up at the mirror over their heads until the drooping eyelids blocked their view, and they were both fast asleep. Mid morning, and he had just awoken, still having to deliver his papers. Scrambling into yesterday's clothes, he rushed out only to have Dad stop him in the middle of the yard. "Forget your papers, for I delivered them already, Bruce," he told him. "Go and get some breakfast, and then go back to what you were doing last night." "Good morning, Dad!" declared Bruce. "Do you know how phenomenal you are, Sir? I love you so much!" "Good morning, Son, and I'm glad you feel that way," he responded. "It certainly pays for me doing it many times over!" "You and Mom want to watch us, don't you, Dad?" he asked straight out. "We were hoping to one day, Son," he admitted. "We are very proud of you guys, and love you both! It would be nice, if you could for us!" "How about right after we eat, Dad?" suggested Bruce. "I never expected to do too much work today anyway," he responded. "What about Karen?" he asked. "I think she should watch too, and it might be less scary for her when it happens, Dad," he offered. "Exactly what Mom and I were saying last night," he said as they arrived at the back door to the kitchen. "Was it good for both of you?" "Dad, he was so perfect, but we did it too often! God, he is so good!" "That's what we expected you to say, Susan," he said as Mom smiled at them. "Bacon and eggs coming up," said Mom. "Good Morning, guys. Had a good time, did you?" "The best!" declared Bruce. "They are going to do it for us after breakfast," he offered. "They think Karen should watch!" "It will mean she will be the one to get it later today, Bruce," commented Mom. "We both feel that it should be that way, Mom," he told her. "Do you mind that I want to take her?" "I'd be shocked if you didn't Bruce," she said. "Sit down now, and have your juice." Karen came in about half way through breakfast, said good morning to them and then wrapped herself around her sister, hugging tight. "Was it good?" she asked. "Better than that," offered Susan. "Go hug up your brother, for it's your turn today," she said. "Today?" she asked as she changed hugs to Bruce's neck. "Later on today, Karen," replied Bruce. "First, you will watch us make love so you will know what will happen to you." As he hugged her, his hand was stroking her little bum under her skirt. "Then I promise to stop being jealous of you, Susan," declared Karen over her shoulder. "It's soon going to be my turn to be jealous of what he does to you, short stuff!" she said. "Hey! That's Bruce's name for me!" "Mine too, since I love you so much!" declared Susan. She accepted her back into her arms and took up rubbing her bum that Bruce had been doing. "You guys make me feel like getting undressed right now!" Karen didn't notice Bruce coming up behind her until her dress was up and off over her head, and her panties were dropped to the floor by Susan. "Hey!" she exclaimed "Dad's seeing me!" "Who made all of us, Karen?" asked Bruce. "He deserves the right to see you!" "So you like what you see, Dad?" asked Karen, turning to face him. "Very much, Karen," he confirmed. "You are beautiful!" "What do you think, Bruce?" she said turning to face him. "It is a privilege to be able to see your beautiful body, and I have always loved my short stuff!" "Could I sit on your lap while you finish eating, please Bruce?" she begged. "Anytime, short stuff," he assured her as she scrambled over to take her spot. When he held the fork before her mouth, she opened it and accepted the offered food, and the kiss which followed. "As soon as we finish, I bet Dad would love to have you on his lap like this," he suggested. "I'm going to want to touch myself while they are doing it, Daddy, if you would let me," she stated, "unless you would play with me instead." "I think I would know how to do that for you, darling," he assured her. "This is better than Christmas!" declared Karen. "You started all this with your house, Bruce! Thanks for that." "You're wrong about that, Karen," he told her. "Mom and Dad started this for you about ten years ago, and have planned it ever since. They had to wait for us go get big enough, that's all." "What I know is I've never been so happy before, and love everyone here!" Bruce had to wait for her to collect three kisses before he could finish his last bit of food, and then gave her his kiss. "You want me to dump this kid so we can clean up the dishes, Mom?" asked Bruce. "No, Son, just leave them, and let's go into the living room. You have a show to put on, I believe." Karen was up, and over Bruce's shoulder protesting loudly as she was carried so undignified into the living room. She had to wait there for Dad to get seated, and then was set down gently into his lap. Turning to Susan, she lost her loose fitting top, exposing her little breasts for all to see while she removed Bruce's shirt. It was her skirt that went next, followed by his slacks dropping off and being removed. They each took down their underwear at the same time, and were naked for their family to see. Karen got set down on her feet, and then watched her Mom and Dad strip off their clothes, and accepted her spot back on her naked Daddy's lap shortly after, amazed at the development. Then she noticed Susan being guided down onto the floor, and watched as Bruce straddled her placing his erect penis above her face, and his face down between her opened legs. As Susan took Bruce's penis into her mouth, Dad began to fondle her vulva, and she spread her legs wide to give him access, and everyone else a good view of her crotch. Moments later, Bruce was turning around, getting over and then into Susan, as she moaned from the satisfaction of his entry. The sound of their sex, especially with the slapping of bodies, and her moans, added to what her father was doing to her, brought Karen to a climax before anyone else, and she laid back in Daddy's arms to allow the feeling to flow throughout her body. Susan climaxed twice more before Karen watched him fall on top of her. She wondered about that, and if she could take the weight, but she knew she was not going to worry until it happened. Several minutes passed before Bruce's penis reappeared, and he lay back on the floor to recover from being inside her sister. Then it was a long fifteen minutes that they all relaxed and talked about the different positions they had tried. Karen had no idea of the different ways it could be done, and listened intently. When Bruce held his arms out to Karen as he got to his feet, Karen excused herself from her Daddy, and ran into Bruce's arms and accepted the lift up, wrapping her arms and legs about him. "How are you feeling about the idea, short stuff?" asked Bruce. "Like I want to get it over with like you tear off a bandage, real fast," she explained. Karen's eyes went wide open as she felt herself dropped down and felt his penis penetrate her completely. "Like that, short stuff?" he asked. "Are you okay?" "You hurt me, Bruce!" she exclaimed, tears gleaming at the corners of her eyes. "Are we doing it?" "We sure are, my precious kid sister," he told her. "I'm deep up inside of you!" "I've always loved you, Bruce, but you are making me love you even more! Will you love me often?" "I'm going to love you every day of my life for as long as I live, but I'm going to make love to you very often, but not as often as with Susan. Okay?" "Could you hold me closer while I cry, please?" she begged as she tried to hug him tighter. As he pulled her close, she burst out into tears against his chest. "Why are you crying, darling?" asked Bruce. "'Cause you make me so happy, Bruce!" she sobbed out loudly for all to hear. "Okay, short stuff, I'm going to lay back down on the floor, and let you straddle me, and do it at your own speed. Would that be okay? I don't want to fall on you like I do Susan." Karen could not manage to say anything, but looked up at him with her wet little face and nodded. Slowly, he worked down onto the floor, still keeping inside of her. As soon as they were down, she began to draw up, and push back down onto his erection, crying out with the satisfaction it gave her. Each stroke she made, the cry was loud, and completely replaced the tears that had been falling from her eyes. Mom came over to wipe her face for her, but she continued impaling herself on her brother. When her climax came it was not kept secret as she cried out even louder with the pleasure it gave her. It was Karen that fell forward against his belly and chest, still impaled on his penis. "That's my baby girl," said Bruce quietly into her ear. "Let the feeling go all through you, and enjoy it." All the while, he was caressing her bare back, periodically taking her bum into account with his strokes. "Could I always be your little girl?" she asked of him finally. "For as long as you want to be, Karen. I love you with all my heart, and love being this close to you." "Thank you, Bruce," she declared. "I still love you too, Daddy," she called out, "but this is so wonderful!" "I understand, my precious little baby," he assured her, stroking her head. "That's a pretty special guy you have there you know." "He's the greatest, and I love him so much, Daddy. You made him too, and I'll always love you for that as well!" "I'll take your love for whatever reason you want to give it, Karen," he assured her. Two weeks later, Bruce moved back into the main house, for things were different now. There were no more fights with his sisters, for they were both his mistresses, making love frequently, and unconcerned over who else was present. Dad had made love to each of his girls, and Bruce made love to his mother, completing the circle, and removing all barriers amongst them. The storage shed was locked up, and the subject of much discussion about renting it out. Then again, that would mean the lack of privacy which they now enjoyed, for they were back a long way from the road, and able to go outside naked if that happened to suit them at the time. More than once, love was made right on the front lawn, using a sturdy lounge chair that was out there, or out back behind the house following another hose fight between Karen and Bruce. Bruce continued with his paper route, but was looking for something more to supplement his savings, for one day he might want to build another house, just a little larger than his first. One of his customers had a store in the nearest village, and was considering putting him in there to help run the place, and sell at the counter. Every day was a bright one for the entire family, even when it was pouring rain. Storage Shed Page 1 of 45