Man of the House
Written by Little Thorn

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This contains sexual actions between children and children and
adults. If you do not agree with this material, stop reading and
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Chapter 1: Starting things off.

My mother and sister were sitting at the kitchen table when I
woke. I had walked downstairs only in a pair of boxers, my hair
still frizzy from sleep. What I would see would start my journey
on one of lust, one of pure lust that many men have felt but have
never acted. I decided that I must act.

It’s hard to live in a family when you’re the only man in the
house with two woman. It’s as if they torment you and you feel as
though you can never touch them even though they’re only an arm
reach away. Its perpetual teasing. And my mother and sister being
nudists didn’t help matters much either.

For a 16 year old boy, seeing my mother or sister in many
different states of undress has caused my cock to stir on many
uncomfortable occasions. And their beauty hasn’t helped matters
much either.

My sister, an 11 year old beauty, is young and sweet. Very short,
she only stands about 4’5, and has a thin and trim waistline like
her mother. Her long black hair mimics mom’s too, and her little
bubble butt is so cute that some nights all I have to do to cum
is think about that.

My mother is only 38, she had us at a young age, to a husband she
would gladly forget. A drunk, he would hit and beat her
constantly, and finally my mother got the courage up enough to
leave him.

Myself I love to swim. My mother won a large settlement from our
father, and that has provided nicely for us. We live in a two
story middle class home with a swimming pool. My castle.

At a young age I realized that I was going to become the man of
the house, and soon, I began to act as if this house were mine. I
started cleaning up around everywhere, and little projects like
fixing broken trim work, or re-sanding the deck soon became my
hobby. I was growing up faster than most boys my age did. And it
felt good.

So when I decided that I had had enough of only being the boy of
the house, I decided to become the full on Man of the House at
16. This would give me perks that only boys in my situation would
ever face or ever dream.

I was going to take my Mother and Sister.

My normal attire on Saturday mornings was what I happened to be
wearing today. A pair of boxer shorts. In the evening, I like to
work out, so my broad shoulders and muscular chest is very strong
and ripped. I have powerful arms, and strong legs. I looked
great. And I felt great.

I came into the kitchen and found my Mother wearing only a
matching bra and panty set. My sister was wearing a little girl
night gown, innocent yet very sexy. Taking my usual seat, I
looked over at my two girls, “God you two look gorgeous this
morning.” I paused, and looked at my sister, “Come here Tiffany.”

Tiffany walked cautiously over to me, not sure at what I had in
mind. She and I were close but she saw something in me that told
her to be careful. Mom smiled at me, and got up to start
breakfast. Picking up my little sister I placed her on my lap.
She sat perpendicular to me, I had my arm around her back to hold
her up. Her cute legs were across my lap.

She smiled, and I leaned into kiss her. I rested my hand on her
leg above her nightgown. As we sat together, I started to caress
her thigh. The kiss was simple. Just a peck on her lips. She
wrapped her arms around my shoulders and I started to hold her
tightly.

Mom turned around and saw us like that and smiled, then turned
back to breakfast. Meanwhile, my hand was taking over. I had
slipped it under her nighty, touching her smooth baby skin. She
giggled and I leaned into kiss her neck. My hand rested carefully
on her thigh, and I played with her skin.

Soon her giggling turned to a breathy moan, causing Mom to turn
around again. She saw us in a deep kiss with my hand up her
nighty, “You are being very frisky today Robert.” Ignoring her, I
continued to touch my sister, I wanted her to know what I had in
mind for her daughter. And later her.

Pulling away, I looked flushed, and stared into my Mother’s eyes,
“Is that a problem for you Sandra?” I used her first name. I had
never used her first name.

She stared at me with wonder and curiosity. Wondering what had
come over me. She seemed a little excited by the fact that I used
her name instead of her title, “No,” she whispered coarsely, “I
just didn’t realize you liked your sister that much.”

I continued to manipulate my sister’s hormones with my hand just
touching her and caressing her. As I slid my hand up higher, I
kept eye contact with my mother. Mom dropped the spatula and
startled herself by doing so.

Reaching up into Tiffany’s crotch, I slid her panties aside and
started to play with her pussy. My cock became rock hard as I
felt her wetness. Having the urge to take it out, I pulled my
hand away. Mom couldn’t see my lap as Tiffany was blocking her
view, so I decided I could try my luck. I looked into Tiffany’s
eyes, she understood to be quiet.

Unbuttoning the snap on my boxers, my cock sprang out, all 8
inches. Tiffany gasped and I kissed her. Mom still couldn’t see
what I was doing, and I don’t know if she would have been upset
or not. At this point I didn’t care. Grabbing Tiffany’s hand, I
placed it on top of my cock, and showed her how to stroke it.
Gently moving her hand up and down my shaft a few times so she
understood, her eyes got wide but she said nothing. My eyes shut
in bliss.

“Robert!” exclaimed my mother. She saw what I was doing to my
sister, and she suddenly went into her mother mode, “Stop that
this instant young man. Tiffany, get off your brother’s lap right
now.”

I would have nothing of it. I ignored her and held Tiffany
tighter. I looked at her and told her to continue, “Obey me, not
mom,” I said. I grunted as she smiled at me. I leaned down to
kiss her, my mother just stood and stared. She walked over to us,
and tried to take her daughter off my lap, but I shot her a very
serious stare, “Mom, you will never disobey me,” I started in
between pants, “understand?”

Mom stopped dead in her tracks with her hands on her daughter’s
hips. She nodded yes, and took a step back. Tiffany continued to
stroke my cock, rubbing the head with her palm, and then down the
shaft over and over. Soon, I was close and I closed my eyes and
relaxed my grip on Tiffany. Suddenly, I couldn’t hold it any
longer and as I came, my cum spurted out high up into the air and
landed on my chest and on Tiffany’s nighty.

I moaned loud and my mother knew what I had accomplished. When I
opened my eyes up again, I looked at her and she was crying. She
had stumbled back towards the counter, and put her hands on the
edge, her head was down and she was sobbing. Her body trembling

I kissed Tiffany for a little while longer, and I whispered in
her ear to put my cock away. After she put it back into my flap,
she snapped the underwear together. I kissed her again and told
her that this was only the beginning. I kept her on my lap
however and I petted her hair that fell down to the middle of her
back, “You are such a good girl Tiffany,” I said loud enough for
mom to hear, “you made me very proud of you. Did you have a good
time?”

“Yes Robert.”

“Good sweetie,” I leaned in and kissed her, “but I want you to
call me daddy from now on, ‘kay?”

“Yes daddy.” She leaned over to kiss me.

“Good girl,” I smiled, and I picked her up, “I’ll make you feel
real good later okay honey?”

Tiffany smiled, “You will?”

“Yes baby, now have a seat and let mom fix you breakfast.”