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 Who Knows (b/g, bro/sis, bro/sis FM/b, bi family orgy, imp?)

   By Boy Trainer

   Chapter 3

   So there I was, battling pirates on the sticky marshmallow deck of my
aircraft carrier.  My weapon of choice...  a swordfish which I grabbed out
of the Jell-O Ocean just before the pirates boarded my vessel, when
suddenly my eyes popped open because something strange was happening to me.

   I felt something tapping on my penis.  It was something warm and soft,
but Mike's arm was still wrapped around my upper right thigh.  We were just
as securely cuddled as we were when we went to sleep.

   I thought to myself that it was nothing and that probably it was a part
of my fun dream.  A dream I desperately wanted to get back to.  I shrugged
it off as imagination and tried to go back to sleep and retake my ship.  I
liked my marshmallow decked aircraft carrier and I wanted it back.

   Unfortunately three dogs were chasing me now and they were not happy at
all.  Just then I ran into a red brick house, where a boy in a yellow
cowboy hat was sitting in his living room watching some radio talk show.  I
was going to ask him where the back door was, but I woke again.  This time
I kept my eyes closed and found that my dick was being softly caressed by
someone.  I just pretended to remain asleep.  After all, it wasn't exactly
hurting me.

   Even if I had opened them, I wouldn't be able to see anything anyways.
Mike and I always like to sleep in total darkness.  To insure total
darkness we had hung some black curtains over the ones which mom insists be
what people see from the street.

   I knew it wasn't Mike because his arm was still draped over my thigh and
his other arm was splayed out between him, my back and the mattress.  It
had to be one of the girls, but which one?

   I soon felt warm and moist air bellow over my dick and in moments I was
feeling the definite sensation of someone licking then sucking on my dick.
Yep, someone was definitely sucking on my dick.  I knew that feeling all
too well and I wasn't about to complain about it, but damn it, it was such
a nice aircraft carrier.

   Trying hard not to make any sudden movements I slowly and carefully
lifted my right hand and placed it on the back of whosever head was now
bobbing up and down on my four inch shaft.  This was new.

   Judging by the texture and the fullness of the hair I was now holding, I
knew the head doing the work could only be my sister Beth...  BETH?

   She sucked me for a while longer and then with anticipation in her
movements she unlatched and whispered.  "Roll on your back Stan."

   I didn't argue.  I just shifted so that I was now on my back and
carefully I moved Mike's arm so it was now over his own side and his hand
was wrapped around his own thigh.

   While I was doing this Beth crawled over me and neither of us said a
word as she reached back and guided my dick to her wet and heated hole. 
With a few soft thrusts lifting and lowering in the darkness I found that I
was fully impaling her in no time.  Yes, this was definitely something new.

   It felt good enough that I didn't feel I had to do anything, but lay
there and let her do what she wanted.  I had no interest in her tits and
she had already made it clear that she wanted no lovey-dovey crap from
either of us, so I locked my fingers behind my head and let her have her
fun.  Slowly, she lifted and lowered herself, probably to insure that
nobody else woke up.

   She leaned down over me.  Her head softly banged against mine and
whispered in my ear.  "Just let me do the work and don't let any of your
sperm get in me.  I want Mike's baby first."

   (First?) I thought.

   I nodded, but I don't think she saw me and I don't think she heard it. I
was fighting the urge to grunt in pleasure.  I too wanted Mike to father a
baby with my sister, but the image she implanted in my mind of me
impregnating my own sister...  Well, the only way to describe it would be a
singular bold of lightning in a wide open field.  "CRACK!" Instantly I had
a new fetish which would stick with me for the rest of my life.

   I felt a hand rest on my chest.  It was definitely Mike's hand.  I
thought he might still be asleep and that he was only shifting in his
sleep, but then his hand crept slowly and purposely downward.  He was
definitely awake and I almost felt fright that he would get jealous or
something.  His hand slid up and across her knee softly and then I felt his
fingers gently digging around our juncture as Beth raised and lowered
herself.

   Beth lowered herself all the way down trapping Mike's hand between us
and practically mashing my balls with her ass.  Then she rose up again and
she stayed up about an inch or two and that's when I discovered why.

   In seconds I felt another hand sliding around my leg and between me and
Beth behind her ass.  This had to be Sue.  She was doing the same thing
Mike was doing only from the other angle.  My dick was surrounded by
fingers, which softly touched between my dick and then Beth's cunt and then
intertwined with the other set of fingers.  It seems they had discovered
each other.

   It felt like a shadow puppet show.  The two sets of fingers were totally
ignorant of each other and then they touch and back off, but then to make
sure they retouch and caress each other lovingly.  They both pulled away
and then Mike crawled over to the other side of the bed.

   After Beth was satisfied that Mike and Sue were doing the same things we
were, she seemed to relax.  I guess she needed to know that her fucking me
was ok with Sue and that we weren't breaking any self imposed rules.

   That's when Beth became a wild girl and started slamming herself up and
down on me like a pile driver and I learned fast that something that was
supposed to be pleasurable can also cause a great deal of pain.  Her pelvic
bone and mine were being slammed into each other so hard that it felt like
I was being hit in the groin by a five pound sledge hammer.

   I didn't say anything though; I just gritted my teeth in agony each time
she slammed down on me.  I figured she had to be feeling the same pain and
would stop, but she just seemed to do it harder and harder.  I felt tears
rolling down my cheeks.  It was a lot like the game we play in school where
we take turns punching the other in the shoulder and the first one to
flinch would looses.

   Needless to say she needn't worry about me ejaculating in her...  Hell I
was surprised enough that I could even stay hard.  It got to the point
where every time she slammed down on me, she would moan in ecstasy and I
would grunt in agony.  I mean Mike likes to fuck me hard, but this bitch
made Mike look like a sissy-boy.

   Finally she collapsed on top of me and then in desperation I rolled her
off of me and rolled down off the mattress gripping and rubbing my pelvic
bone and crying like a five-year-old who just got spanked.

   The next thing I knew the lights came on and my mom and dad were
standing at my door.  "What's going on in here and why is Stan crying?" Dad
asked.

   "I don't know." Beth shrugged.  "We were just fucking and he rolled off
the bed and started crying."

   "Chuck, you don't think it's his appendix; do you?" Mom gasped and knelt
down beside me.

   Dad picked me up and carried me to their room where he laid me on their
bed.  I was still bunched up in a fetal position from the pain.

   "Let me see son." He said and started to stretch me out, but I recoiled
into a tighter ball.

   "I'm ok dad, leave me alone."

   "Stan, you let your father examine you.  We need to know this isn't your
appendix."

   "It's not my appendix." I sobbed.

   "What happened then?" Dad asked.

   Knowing that I just had to be bruised from her brutal assault on me I
rolled over and sure enough amongst my sparse and almost nonexistent pubic
hair was a dark blue bruise.

   "Go get me the ice pack." Dad told mom and she promptly bounded off
franticly asking.  "What happened?"

   When she came back dad took the ice pack and laid it carefully on my
pelvic bone.  The coldness caused me to take in more air than my lungs
could hold, but at the same time it felt wonderful.

   "Your sister was on top; I take it?" Dad asked

   "Yes."

   "You mean she?  Oh, you poor baby..." Mom cooed.

   "What did she do dad?" I asked now soothing.

   "Well son a girl has what's called a clitoris."

   "I know that dad."

   "Well...  That's located just above her cunt and that was feeling so
good she didn't know she was hurting you." Mom almost giggled.

   "Well, I don't want to do that ever again." I exclaimed.

   "Well..." Mom smiled.  "You just need to learn how to position yourself
so that don't happen.  It could be that you are so thin you had no
protection.  Maybe you need to learn how to lie.  You just may need to sit
up a little or use a pillow under your back."

   All the while as mom talked I noticed dad was using his fingers to
massage around my bruise and under the ice pack.  Then he started to palm
my balls.

   Mom crawled up on the bed and grabbed a pillow.  "Here let me show you."
She said and helped me sit up as she slid a pillow under my back.

   That's when dad leaned in and took my dick in his mouth.  I hadn't
counted on this, but again I wasn't going to complain.

   When I grew to hardness, dad unlatched and that's when mom straddled me
and lowering herself on me she said.  "Don't worry Stan, I won't hurt you."

   "You see baby." She soothed as she fitted herself over me.  "You just
need to know how to lay out when a girl does this...  You're just a little
too thin, is all."

   Then she surprised me with.  "Oh god chuck, this kid's got a hell of a
nice pelvic bone.  Why don't you fuck my ass while I fuck your son's dick?"

   "I see you finally found an excuse to fuck a boy." Dad said knowingly
and with the grin of a Cheshire cat.

   The feeling was incredible!  My dick couldn't have been more
comfortable. If I could have I would have climbed right back into the same
orifice that I came out of when I was born and stayed there the rest of my
life.

   I grabbed hold of her wide ass as she rocked back and forth on me.  She
began to flip her hair out of her eyes and then flick it back and soon she
was moaning, then whining and all the while her huge tits were bouncing
like two in step basketballs.  "Oh yeah babies, that's it!"

   I felt dad's legs between my knees as he pummeled mom from behind.  I
even actually felt mom's clit as it slid up and down my pelvic bone, but in
no way did it hurt me.

   By reaching around mom, dad grabbed the back of my head and shoved me
forward into mom's cleavage.  "Suck on these for a while, if you want
something to suck on."

   How he knew I was thinking of sucking his dick I have no idea.

   It really wasn't my thing, but I figured that it was only skin.  So I
shrugged and latched on to her left nipple...  Or was it her right?  No, my
right was her left...  Right?"

   "Oh...  yeah, baby!" Mom cooed.  "That's it, suck harder!"

   Then suddenly and as if it were not only planned, but choreographed and
practiced dad grabbed my thighs and mom lifted up just enough for dad to
yank me so my ass was almost hanging off the bed and then I felt his huge
meat entering my ass.

   It was already slippery from mom's juices and my ass was so used to
being fucked, that I simply allowed him access without even the thought of
resistance.  Obviously he was much larger than Mike, but I was such a fuck
whore by then that I'm sure my ass automatically engulfed him like a snake
eating an egg.  As I said before, when it comes to me and Mike I'm the
bottom bitch.

   Suddenly and all too soon dad found my prostate and gave it one good
shove.  Oh that did it and I started pumping my incestuous sperm right up
mom's womb and there was nothing that could stop it.  "CRACK!" Dad shoved
in and hit the spot as mom lowered down on me and he backed off and she
went up and dad shoved back down.  God I was exploding with every movement
and the thought of me impregnating my own mother drove me insane!

   After I had finished and couldn't expel anymore of my incestuous sperm
into my mom's cunt, I felt the familiar throbbing of a dick as it blasted
its own seed in my ass.  Each throbbing pulsation was so strong that I
imagined a flood of cum like would come from a fire hydrant.  I could
actually feel dad's engorged urethra and counted off in my mind twelve
strong contractions before my ass spat out his quickly wilting dick like
old and flavorless chewing gum.

   With all of us panting like we ran the quarter mile I pictured my sperm
seeking out my mother's egg.  I knew the odds of me actually impregnating
my own mother were astronomically low, but just the possibility overwhelmed
my imagination.

   Dad darted to the bathroom and returned with a warm, moist and soapy
washcloth.  He cleaned all of us off and then picked me up in his arms like
a baby while mom straightened the bed.  Dad laid me out on the bottom sheet
and we all cuddled the rest of the night...  Aircraft carriers be-damned! I
had a new overwhelming desire.  To make our family tree look like a flag
pole.