The Date

“Mo-om!  Will you tell Ginny to get out of here?”

The teenage girl cocked an ear for a reply to her bellow as she stood in the doorway of her room.  She was naked after her shower, using a towel to further dry her curry red hair.  Her 10 year-old sister, Ginny, was seated cross-legged on Amy’s bed.  The little girl was also naked (as usual for this household) and full of annoying questions and chatter.  Amy had escaped her when she went into the shower, but here the little pest was again.

There was no reply.  Ginny’s smile reappeared.  Amy scowled.  Where did she get to?  She was in the house a few minutes ago. 

Amy gave up and continued into her room, attempting to ignore her younger sister.  She stood in front of the full length mirror as she continued to towel her hair.  Appraising her image, she was satisfied to note that the shower had not brought any facial blemishes to light.  Her full-cheeked face was clear right down to her tiny pointed chin.

The rest of her passed inspection, too.  She was about average height and suitably thin for a 16 year old girl.  Most girls her age were disappointed with their breasts.  Not her.  She liked the way they fit in with the rest of her.  They were not only a good size, but they stood out proudly, the way a young girl’s breasts should.  She decided the nipples needed some help, though.  Without giving her audience a thought, she pinched each of them in turn.

“Why do you do that?”

Fingernails on the blackboard.  Does she ever shut up?

“To make my nipples stand out through my top,” Amy replied through clenched teeth.  She saw her own expression in the mirror change to super annoyed.

“Ken likes that, huh?”

“Boys like that, but I like the way it looks, too,” the teenager corrected caustically.

“So you’re not wearing a bra tonight?”

“Dunno.  I might wear an open cup bra.”  She saw her expression change to thoughtful as she dropped the towel on the floor.  Taking up a comb from her dresser, she began to impose some order on her tresses.  She was far less at peace with her hair than her breasts.  The natural curliness posed a daily challenge.  Still, it was a resilient mane once tamed.  The unruliness that it fell into as the day went on really gave it a kind of appealing look that went with her generally open attitude.

As she pursued her task, she let her eyes take inventory of the rest of her.  The way her waist narrowed and then flared into hips was entirely satisfactory.  But, of course, what the hips framed was more to the point.  She had just made a clean up pass with a razor to be sure her pussy was perfectly smooth.  After all, a girl didn’t want the embarrassment of stubble when her boyfriend got down to business.

“Mommy says that guys are mainly interested in pussy.  The girl is just the transportation.”

Amy started.  Was Ginny following her eyes or reading her mind?

“I think Mommy was kidding when she said that.”  Ginny was at the age when you didn’t know what would come out of her next. 

Amy kept an eye on her little sister by means of the mirror.  There was no resemblance between the two girls, probably owing to the fact that they had different fathers.  Ginny’s complexion was nowhere near as fair as Amy’s.  Her large eyes were an arresting hazel gray-brown.  Her hair was very thick, dark brunet with a natural wave in front that kept her hair out of her face almost regardless of what she did.  Looking at her now, Amy could imagine that the little girl would sprout a couple of large boobs when her time came.  She’d probably have guys trailing after her like dogs following a bitch in heat.

“What are you and Kenny gonna do tonight?”

The struggle with her hair was going well, so Amy’s mood was improving.

“We’re gonna hang with the crowd and catch a movie.  Then come back here.”

“And fuck?”

Amy was nonplussed by the question because she anticipated it.

“Yes and fuck.  And you can’t watch.”

“Mom lets me watch,” her sister protested.

“Not all the time – only when she’s with a guy who can handle it.  And I don’t think Ken’s into that.”

“You don’t know for sure.   Why don’t you ask him?”

“Because I don’t want you watching.”

“You let me watch when you and Andy are doing it.”

Andy, their 13 year-old brother was the product of yet another of her mother’s relationships.  This one was a liaison with a college professor toward the end of her Freshman year.  Amy’s father had been her mother’s high school boyfriend.

Andy was out of the house at the moment.  He was intent on a project of trying to convince Margie, a girl in his class, to let him fuck her.  He spent whole days with her only to come home frustrated each night.  He had yet to score his first fuck – at least outside the family.

At home his luck was better.  Until a few months ago, Amy found him barely tolerable.  He had a young boy’s fascination with girls’ bodies.  Since the females in the house were frequently naked, he had ample opportunity make the kinds of personal observations that boys his age usually only dream about.  He had, however, taken to following Amy around with annoying persistence.  It nearly drove her to wear clothes just to discourage him.

The other thing that she found hard to take was that whenever he was naked it seemed his hand was on his cock.  Consequently, he was sporting an erection more often than not.  She had to grudgingly admit that he had grown a member of remarkable size for his age.

There was one episode that brought her hostility into the open.  She found him spying on her and her best friend, Erica, as they ate each other out.  He was observing them from the hall outside her room while he masturbated.  Amy had protested to her mother, but the latter had merely pointed out that Amy should have closed the door to her room completely if she wanted privacy.  While Amy sputtered out her rejoinder, her mother with complete equanimity explained that boys his age were curious about a lot of things having to do with girls and sex.  She even suggested that Amy should regard his behaviors as educational – an opportunity to learn about boys.

Learn about boys?  Amy had reflected a little later while she still seethed.  She’d been fucking for almost two years with an impressive number of partners.  If she didn’t know about boys by now …

“Amy?”  She looked up from the text book that she was unable to concentrate on.  She had been sitting naked and cross-legged on her bed trying to get some homework done after Erica prudently departed. 

It was Andy.  The sight of him caused her anger to flare again.  But the venomous invective that leaped to her lips remained unvocalized.  Something about his appearance caused her to pause and regard him quizzically.  It took a moment for her to realize what was different: his cock was flaccid and his hands were nowhere near it.  Also missing was the wise-acre expression that usually occupied his face.

He seemed uncomfortable as he fidgeted under her gaze.  Despite her current attitude toward him, something in her responded to his physicality.  He was going through what her mother called a “growth spurt.”  Lately Amy was acutely aware that he had surpassed her height by a significant margin.  She now had to look up at him, but she had to admit the view wasn’t that bad.  He was blonde and blue-eyed with a perpetual, smart-aleck twinkle.  And his easy grin and dimpled chin didn’t do much to undermine his attractiveness, either.  Despite his growth-induced lankiness he was distinctly muscular.  Having played football since he was 8, he regarded keeping toned as a religious obligation.

“What do you want?” Amy asked warily.  She was coiled to spring as soon as he said or did anything obnoxious.

He avoided meeting her challenging glare directly.

“I, uh, talked to Mom and … I know I should stop spying on you … and your friends,” he stumbled.  “I, uh, think we should get along better.”

Amy measured out her response.  It appeared to be an apology, but not quite.  More like a proposal?

“So, what do you mean?” Her tone was more inquisitive than challenging.

Andy finally looked directly at her and made a vague gesture.

“Well, you know … Mom just pointed out that we have a lot in common and should be able to …” His voice trailed off.  What had passed between her brother and mother?

“What?  Hang out together?  My friends and your friends?  I don’t think so.”

“No, no.   Nothing to do with our friends.  This is just you and me … at home.”

Amy was still in that dark about where this was going.  She was game to find out, though.  Without taking her eyes off him, she slid her book off her lap onto the bed and closed it.  Then she unfolded her legs and swiveled toward him.  She kept her face impassive as she casually refolded her legs so that one was flat and the other bent and standing up with her knee just off vertical.  As she casually rested an extended arm atop the knee, she was fully aware of the display her pussy was putting on.

Andy didn’t disappoint, his eyes darted to her open cunt.  He caught himself, but in the process of raising his eyes to her face again, his gaze lingered on her tits.

“So,” she said fixing him with a level but non-threatening gaze, “you want us to be friends?”  She was developing a feeling for his intentions as she watched his cock start to grow.  He nodded.  “What kind of friends?”  She was sensing a new tension in their encounter – one that was more welcome than the anger that had charged the air a few minutes ago.

His color was rising.  He swallowed.  His voice came out low, almost hoarse.

“Well, friends, you know … with extras.” 

Her lips parted as her jaw went slack.  Although she half expected that was where he was going, hearing him actually say it was stunning – and exciting.  Her mind plunged into a ball of swirling emotions.  

“C’mere.” Her voice came out in a breathy whisper.

His face brightened as he took a first eager step toward her.  Then he hesitated and looked more wary as he completed the trip to her bedside at a more measured pace.  It apparently occurred to him that she could lash out physically as she rejected his bold proposal and was only trying to set him up.  Indeed, she was uncertain about her own reaction as he approached.

Once he was standing in front of  her, however, she felt his physical dominance as she looked all the way up to his face.  As she sat in the aura of his maleness any ambivalence about her next action left her.

“Come on up here,” she said quietly as she scooted around with her back to the head of the bed, clearing space for him in front of her.  She arranged her legs lying bent and flat in front of her, keeping her pussy open.  For his part, he climbed quickly up and knelt in front of her.  His cock was more than half mast and growing.

Once settled, they looked tensely at each other for a moment.  She realized that it was up to her to signal her intention.  Leaning back, she supported herself on her arms to give her pussy maximum exposure.  Then she fixed him with an intent look.

“Why don’t you feel me?”

His fully hard cock bobbed as he leaned slowly forward.  He took a three point stance as he reached for her pussy.  Both their eyes followed his hand to her crotch.  She inhaled at the double sensation of seeing his finger tip disappear between the folds of her swollen lips and the feeling of his entry.

She watched the middle finger of his upturned hand become completely engulfed by her sex.  The ease of his entry confirmed her suspicion that she was very wet.  She twitched suddenly as he passed over her internal spot.

“Back up and do that again,” she whispered.  Her breathing had become too labored to support normal speech.

She watched his face through half opened eyes as he concentrated on repeating his welcome stimulation.  He hit it again and she gasped.

“Right there.  Do that again.”

He did … and did … and did.

Wracked with passion and desire, she was unable to sustain her posture.  Unlocking her arms, she lay back.  At the same time she opened her legs, planting her feet wide apart, forming the age old welcome chute that a woman offers a man when she’s ready to be entered.

His finger never left her cunt.  She felt him moving on the bed.  Opening her eyes she watched him rear up between her legs.  While her inclination was to let him take charge she realized that that could be dangerous given his inexperience.  Allowing her legs to roll down flat on the bed, she reached down and grasped his cock.

They reached an impasse with his finger still in her while she was ready to guide his cock home.

“Take … your … finger … out,” she gasped.

When he complied, she guided him to her pussy lips and shared her moisture with the head of his cock.  Satisfied with the preparations, she began to lead him into her.  He got the hint and began to push.  She released him when he was half inserted into her passage.  His applied weight carried him the rest of the way in.

Feeling herself fully opened by his cock, she began to arrange her legs behind his ass to assist with the fucking, when he suddenly stiffened and shuddered.  Alarm, then dismay welled up in her as she realized that he had climaxed prematurely.

He pressed against her crotch and gasped repeatedly in the throes of his orgasm.  As he deposited his seed in her, she struggled with the urgency of her unfulfilled need. 

“Oh, Jeeze,” he managed at last, “I just couldn’t hold it…”

“It’s okay.  It’s okay,” she intervened, anxious not to lose the mood.  “Just stay in and we’ll work on this.”

To emphasize her instructions, she imprisoned him with her legs.  Holding him tightly within her, she began to flex her vaginal muscles.  When he realized what she was doing, the expression on his face was priceless.  He read the urgency on her face and began to thrust against her.  He was tentative at first but when he sensed that he was doing what was expected of him, he stroked with increasing vigor.  She felt him harden.

Finally reassured that she had reversed the process of his post-coital collapse, she concentrated on making him address her objective.  Abandoning her cunt muscle exercise as distracting, she loosened her legs to allow him a longer stroke.  Then she coached.  She knew from experience that boys generally didn’t take too well to back seat driving, but this was her little brother, a novice – and he owed her.

“Raise yourself up a little higher…Oh, that’s it…Easy …Uh, uh …Not…so…fast.”

Although not completely effective, he caught her clint occasionally.  Her squeaks and gasps announced the progress of her passion build-up.  He read these signs instinctively and began pounding her with greater confidence.  She cinched her legs tightly around him in anticipation.

A wave of orgasm hit her.  She arched her back in counter thrust and then dissolved into shudders.  Surely there was more where that came from.  Before she had come down significantly, she started bucking against him only to find him lying spent on top of her.  A quick sizing up of the situation revealed the disappointing news: he’d come again.

“Are you two fucking?”

Both of their heads swiveled toward the sound of the voice.  Ginny was standing in Amy’s doorway saucer-eyed.  Amy’s afterglow crashed like a rock.

Amy’s first reaction was guilt and dismay at being caught having sex with her brother.   On further reflection, though, she concluded that there was nothing to be ashamed about.  As a matter of fact, how many girls her age had seduced their horny brothers?  This was a special conquest.  And Ginny would probably be lost in admiration.  She also had a feeling that her mother would not disapprove.

Amy smiled at her little sister.

“No, we were just settling a bet.  He said his cock was too big for my cunt and I said it wasn’t,” she replied with exaggerated casualness.  She switched her gaze to Andy.  “You lose.  Now you have to fuck me.”  Andy emitted a noise that was half gasp, half snigger.

Amy turned back to her little sister sternly.

“So how was the view from Spy Central?”

“I wasn’t spying,” Ginny protested.  “Mom just told me to call you for dinner.”

Amy reflected that usually her sister discharged that responsibility by bellowing from the foot of the stairs.  She decided to let it go.  She addressed her brother who was still lying on top of her with his retreating cock leaving a trail of moisture that she felt dribbling from her pussy.

“Well, do you think we’re friendly enough now?  Can we get something to eat?” 

“Yeah, okay.”

He raised himself on his arms, then reared up onto his knees.  His cock was still respectably distended as it pulled free of her pussy.  All three of them looked down at its glistening length.  A string of semen trailed from its tip.

“Ew,” Ginny volunteered.  “You did fuck.”

“Yeah, I was only kidding about the bet,” Amy said nonchalantly as she sat up and fluffed her hair.

Andy slipped off the end of the bed and regained his feet.  He looked at his cock one more time before slowly turning and walking gingerly from the room.  For her part, Amy swung her legs over the side of the bed and then stood up.  Ginny’s eyes were glued to her crotch.

“You’re all puffy and red … and runny.”

“Thanks for the news flash.  Now let me by so I can clean up before dinner gets cold.”

Amy and Andy collaborated on their clean up in the bathroom.  They said little but exchanged a lot of shy smiles.  They arrived at the dinner table walking side by side.  They weren’t holding hands, but their hands did encounter each other frequently.  Ginny and her mother watched them approach.  Ginny’s eyes were still wide.  Their naked mother regarded them minutely with a slightly bemused expression.

“Can I conclude that you too have kissed and made up?” Mom asked as Amy spread the hand towel that she had brought from the bathroom on her seat.  A lady should always use a towel after sex, her mother had taught her. 

Amy glanced sidelong at Andy.  He reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.  He maintained his grasp after the squeeze.  They smiled at each other before Amy turned to answer her mother.

“I guess we did a little more than kiss, but – yeah – we’re friends again.”

“Good” was all their mother responded as she arranged her napkin on her lap.

Dishes done, Amy was back in her room puzzling over where she was in her studies before Andy had interrupted her.  An excellent interruption.  With her belly full and her cunt pleased, she was suffused with such a feeling of well-being that she wanted to do nothing more than daydream about what had unfolded in her bed.  Now that she and Andy were fuck buddies, life at home was likely to be much more pleasant – complicated, but pleasant.

A shadow in the doorway made her look up.  Andy was standing there.  The question written across his face was plain.

“Not now,” she told him gently.  “I have homework.  You should, too.”

He shrugged.  “I did it this afternoon.”

“Then go do something else.  I have to get this done.”

He turned to go and she added, “Maybe later.”  Maybe?  Who was she kidding?  Apparently not Andy.  He smiled as he left.

When she finished her homework, she made a fuss of straightening up her room.  Then she stretched out on her bed and surfed the TV channels.  The recollection of Andy’s face hovering above her as his cock worked in and out of her robbed her of any comprehension of what was being displayed on the TV screen.

Her clock’s time display finally got close enough to her regular bed time that she clicked off the TV and repaired to the bathroom.  Ablutions completed, she looked up the hall to Andy’s open door.  Funny he’s not bugging her.  She walked up to his doorway and looked in.  No one.

Then she heard the murmur of voices from her mother’s room.  It didn’t sound like TV.  Amy walked in that direction and looked in.  Her mother was reclining on the bed with her head and shoulders comfortably propped by pillows.  Ginny was at the bottom of the bed, sitting back on her heels.  On the far side, Andy was lying full length on his side with his head propped on one hand.  His cock lulled.  All three ceased talking and looked in her direction.  Amy could sense the conspiracy.

“Come in and join the party,” her mother invited cheerily as she sat up straight and pulled her legs into a relaxed Lotus.  Andy also sat up and crossed his legs.  Amy climbed up on the bed and claimed a spot in the vacated territory, arranging herself with her legs folded in front of her and leaning on one arm.  She faced her mother.

Amy considered her Mom extremely attractive and sexy for a woman in her early thirties – which seemed quite old to Amy.  Her mother jocularly attributed her well-preserved looks to frequent sex.  Although her layered hair was colored a deep chestnut now, she had had the same red hair and still had the same green eyes as her older daughter.  Maturity had narrowed her face into a high-cheeked look that Amy thought made her mother seem very sophisticated.

Her tits were still fine-looking, too.  And as her mother sat there with her legs open, her smooth pussy looked … Wait.  She looked like she had just been fucked.  There was the unmistakable swelling, wetness and ruddiness of a well-fucked cunt.  But she hadn’t had any male visitors … Andy?  She glanced suddenly at her brother.

“What kind of party is this?” she asked slowly.

Everyone seemed to break into a grin at once.

“An after-fuck party,” Ginny proclaimed triumphantly.  “Andy fucked Mom and I watched.”

Amy felt her heartbeat accelerate as this news sank in.

“Mom?”  Her voice raised in incredulity.

“Well,” Mother replied with a coy smile, “your brother was so horny and you were busy with homework, so I just thought I’d help him let off a little tension.”

The teen wasn’t sure which bothered her more: the fact that her mother had submitted to her little brother or that her little brother had been unfaithful to her.  She knew the latter was absurd, but she couldn’t help the feeling.

She glanced at Andy.  He was sitting up very straight with concern stamped on his features.  No doubt he was starting to worry that he’d botched his good deal already.

Mom leaned forward and stretched out both her hands.  One covered the hand that Amy had extended to rest on.  The other took Andy’s nearest hand.  Her boobs became cones as she leaned toward her children.  She was still smiling but it had taken on a more earnest quality.

“This is a new day for all three of us.  We’ve started sharing something special among us – our bodies freely given and freely enjoyed.  It’s what I’d hoped for since Andy was born.  It’s important that we not be possessive or jealous among ourselves.  It’s something new and fragile right now, but if we’re wise and loving it can grow into something strong that will be ours for life.”

Somewhere during that soliloquy, Amy mind went numb.  What did this mean?  The question just reverberated without any answer.

“And, of course,” their mother continued as she looked between the two teenagers to her younger daughter, “Ginny will join our bond when she’s older.”

Her mother released their hands and sat back.  Her face was bright with what had to be joy.

“I have a lot to tell you about how things were in my family when I was your ages.  Things about what I did with Granddad and Uncle Earl – but that’s for later.”

She stirred her herself and began to rise and fix Ginny with a meaningful look.

“I think it’s past a certain little girl’s bed time.  The two of you vamoose.”

Amy’s mind was beginning to focus as she crawled into her own bed.  She didn’t have a good grasp of what was happening but she was excited – very excited.  The light shut off, she lay with eyes wide open in the gloom.

“Amy?”

She rolled over to see Andy standing beside her bed. 

“Can I lay down?  I’d like to talk.”  Then he added deferentially, “If that’s okay with you.”

“Sure.”

Amy rolled onto her side to face him as he climbed under the covers.  He established himself on his side facing her and then seemed to pause uncertainly.  Her curiosity did not permit her to wait him out.

“So, how was it?” she asked with studied casualness.

“How was what?  You mean fucking Mom?”

“No, I mean watching football highlights on Sports Center,” she replied with a heavy dollop of sarcasm.

She saw him grin in the dark.  Then his expression condensed into something more serious.

“It was pretty strange – her being an adult – and Mom.  But it was great, too.”

I’ll bet, she thought, but suppressed the urge to say it.  She decided she’d probably better hold back on the sarcasm if she wanted Andy to stay and share.

“I went to see her in her room while you were busy.  We got into bed together and she asked about fucking you.  I told her what it was like and then kissed me – you know, with her tongue and all – and grabbed my dick.  I started feeling her tits, and then I sucked them.  She showed me what to touch on her pussy and that kind of got her going.  But when I started to climb on top of her, she said, ‘Oh, no’ and pushed me on my back.  Then she climbed on top and sat down on my cock.”

Amy took a long breath.  She was feeling more than a bit excited.

“So when did Ginny show up?”  Her question came out in a murmur.

“I guess about the time Mom got on top.”

“So then what?”

Andy tossed his head dismissively.

“We fucked.  She went up and down on me until I came.  She got off, too.”

Amy reflected.  She noted that her breathing was becoming more rapid.

“So, just like that?  You got in her bed and she attacked you?”

“Well … not exactly.  When she talked to me after you got mad this afternoon, she said that you and I should be getting along; that we should be fucking ‘cause it’s such a big fixation with teenagers and we could be good for each other.”  Andy paused and then added, “And she said that if I did get together with you and fuck, then she’d let me fuck her, too.”

Amy simply blinked at him as her mind registered the meaning of his words.

“This is too much,” she said finally.  “My little brother is fucking me and my mom.  We’re taking turns having your cock in us.”  However, the feeling that was beginning to well up in her was unmistakable.  Crazy as she had to admit this situation was, she was turned on by it.

Andy twitched as Amy’s hand closed on his half-hard cock.  It didn’t stay half-hard long.  Amy sidled closer to him.  Then she put her mouth on his.  He responded to her exploring tongue in kind. 

As he leaned into her, he started to roll her onto her back.  She promptly broke off the kiss and applied a hand – not the hand holding his cock – to his chest to push him back.

“Not so fast,” she breathed.  “I want some play first – like you gave Mom.”

A short time later as Andy collapsed on top of her after his cataclysmic finish, Amy hugged him gratefully.  Her body was still tingling with the afterglow of pleasure.  As her mind inventoried her parts, she noted the lingering feeling of his lips and tongue on her nipples and the fingers probing her pussy and teasing her clit.  Of course, she had licked and sucked his cock in return.  Her pussy was presently filled with his spent cock, but it had done its job.  Her body still vibrated from her climax, which had occurred as her cunt was taking delivery of his cum.  

“Very good,” she murmured near his ear.  He made an unintelligible response.

She took to stroking his back, feeling pleasantly sleepy.  At last the coolness of their mingled fluids drizzling from her now vacant cunt roused her.  Andy was totally relaxed on top of her.  She prodded him to move but got no response.  It was then that she realized that his slow, deep breathing was indicative of sleep.  He had drifted off right after cumming.

She levered him off her, causing him to roll onto his side.  Scooting quickly away, she gave him room to find his own resting place.  He wound up on his belly. 

Men! She thought as she groped for the box of tissues on her nightstand.  Somewhat cleaned up, she rolled onto her side facing him.  Her face bloomed with a gentle, affectionate smile as she leaned over to kiss his forehead.  She was asleep almost at once.

She woke well before the alarm clock.  Perceiving that Andy still slept, she decided that this was an opportune time to make use of the bathroom. 

Sliding back into bed, she perceived that he had rolled onto his back and was stirring.  A glance at the clock, a quick calculation and she peeled back the covers.  Lying on his abdomen was a lovely morning hard-on.  What a time saver, she thought.

In a three-point stance, she grasped his cock and leaned over to take him into her mouth.  The feeling of her mouth on his member brought him to full wakefulness with a start.  He writhed and moved his hands incoherently as he reacted to her stimulus.  She watched his response with growing amusement.  Control is a beautiful thing.  It was even arousing, she decided.

She let him out of her mouth with a broad grin.  Retaining her hold on his cock, she swung her leg over him to straddle his hips.  Adjusting her position above him, she paused.

“Just relax.  This won’t hurt a bit.”

Enjoying his quizzical look, she dropped abruptly onto his cock.  She wasn’t as wet as she thought, so she pulled back and used his cock head to spread her moisture on her pussy lips.  Following a few more cautious thrusts, she had him fully inside her.  Squatting on his crotch for a moment, she reveled in the feeling of fullness his member imparted.

The urge to consummate their union overcame her desire to prolong this moment of satisfaction.  Leaning forward and finding support on her arms, she began to pump up and down on his cock.  Experienced as she was, she quickly located her sweet spot and bore down on it as she worked him in and out of her.

As her excitement built, she became oblivious to her brother who at first lay nearly inert under her.   Nevertheless, as she reached her first plateau of orgasm, he became animated as the promise of his own climax began to develop.  As her rhythm faltered in response to the waves of pleasure accompanying her climax, Andy thrust urgently into her.  She had only started to rally when he suddenly thrust into her as deeply as he could.  His shudders and grunts proclaimed his completed mission.

The alarm went off as Andy’s spasms were subsiding.  That solved her dilemma:  there was no time to seek another orgasm, even if she could manage to coax her brother’s cock back into reasonable stiffness.  But one orgasm before school is better than none, after all.

Amy leaned over to silence the alarm without losing his cock from within her.  Settling back on center again, she smiled at him still gasping under her. 

“Good morning, brother.  Sleep well?”

His attempt at an appreciative laugh was punctuated with wheezes.

Eventually she managed to dismount and gain the floor.  His cock was still distended and drooling as they supported each other on the way to the bathroom.  Sharing the shower helped get them back on schedule.  When they appeared naked at the breakfast table, their mother gave them only a cursory glance, but Ginny paused her cereal spoon to appraise the condition of Amy’s pussy lips.

“You did it again” was her announced conclusion.

“Twice, actually,” Amy responded matter-of-factly.  With a sidelong glance at her new fuck partner and a sly smile, she added, “Andy is just Mr. Eveready.”

Their mother arched an eyebrow in their direction as she paused before padding from the room.

“Better start setting your alarm clock earlier if that’s going to be part of the morning routine.”

At the conclusion of classes that day, Amy fended off after school proposals from her girl friends and took the bus home.  Blowing through the door she went directly to her room, deposited her books and began to disrobe.  Andy, already naked with his hard cock standing out straight, appeared in the doorway.  Their eyes locked but no words were spoken as she completed the process that resulted in her nakedness.

Sizing up the situation, she noted the precum oozing from his cock tip.  She beckoned him to her.  He stepped forward promptly.  When he was within reach, she laid her hands on his hips and whirled him around so that his back was to her bed.  Pressing him backwards, he wound up sitting on the side of her bed with his cock pointing at the ceiling.  Taking to her knees, she appropriated his member with her hand to guide it into her mouth.

Andy made no secret of his pleasure at this development.  He gasped “Oh, yeah” repeatedly as he seized her head and attempted to control her bobbing thrusts.  When his time arrived, however, he released her and pressed his palms to the bed to buttress the thrust of his crotch at her. 

Amy dealt with his emission cleanly, his bucking and shuddering notwithstanding.  When she perceived he was relaxing, she rose quickly.  In the same motion, her hands went to his shoulders to push him back on the bed.  Making no attempt to arrest her movement, she fell on top of him as he came to rest on his back.  With a gleeful giggle her mouth sought his. 

He accepted the invitation of her open-mouthed kiss initially then tasted her offering.  He started to recoil from the taste of his cum, but she held tight and persisted.  At last he relented and they shared his fluids.

Squirming on top of him, she rubbed her pussy and tits against him as their mouths worked.  The friction against her sensitive parts sent electric sensations through her body.  His response was to run his hands over her skin wherever he could reach while writhing in rhythm with her movements.  Their mutual stimulation had its desired effect.  As she came up for air she saw the flush on his face and the wild eagerness in his eyes.  She rolled to one side and reached between his legs to confirm her suspicion.  He was rock hard again.

Her toes had been just barely off the floor as they tussled.  Now she unhanded his cock momentarily to draw her legs up frog-like and establish herself straddling his hips.  Then, planting her hands on his biceps, she raised herself up to grin at him.

“Do think you can do me again, big guy?”

A twinge of apprehension passed through her when she saw his face set with grim determination.

“You bet.”

Suddenly, she found herself tumbled onto her back in the middle of the bed.  Andy was kneeling between her legs with his hand grasping his hard-on.  Then he was down on her and his cock was out of sight.  A moment later it reported in its location.

Her head rocked back as she drew a sharp breath at the sudden sensation of his entry.  Her eyes went closed at the same time, depriving her of direction as she instinctively reached to arrest his next thrust.  She missed him and he drove deeper into her.  As he retracted slightly prior to his next thrust, her hands paused in mid air.  His next stroke delivered his shoulders into her hands.  Hopelessly violated, she gently laid her hands on his shoulders and waited for him to complete his conquest.

He required only one more short thrust to completely enter her.  When she felt him fully engaged, she opened her eyes and focused on his face.  He was watching her expectantly.

“Okay,” she breathed.  “Fuck me slow … please.”

He started to thrust.  She wrapped her legs high around his waist, pulling herself up into him.  They began to work together. Her arms went around his neck.  Then their eyes found each other and locked.  Watching each other intently, their mutual thrusting became more urgent and more intense.  Vaguely, she felt the need to cause him to come first, to falter and collapse.  She wanted to out last him.

As they strove against each other, he shifted his position slightly.  Whether by accident or design, he was suddenly engaging her hot spot.  She gasped and then squeaked from the back of her throat.  That seemed to set him off.  He redoubled his efforts, plunging harder and faster in and out of her.

She felt herself lifting off into her orgasmic spiral.  Aware that she was going to come before him, she could no longer do anything about it.  Her need to climax now overcame all other concerns.  Then with a strangled cry of fulfillment and frustration, she bucked and shuddered.

As her pussy muscles spasmed, she felt him hitching and pressing into her.  A corner of her mind that was still aware realized that he was cumming too.  Locked in a deathly tight embrace they ground into each other for what seemed like an interminable time.

“Wow.”  The voice sounded awed.

Still panting, Amy turned her head to the side and tried to focus through the haze of pleasure that was slowly fading.  It was Ginny again.  She was standing at rapt attention still wearing her school clothes.

Amy was beyond speech but also beyond annoyance.  She just stared at her sister with only minimal comprehension.

“I’ve never seen anybody cum that hard,” Ginny continued in a reverent voice.

A snorted snicker pulled Amy’s attention back to her brother, who was raising his head from where it landed as he had come down.

“I’ll second that,” he gasped.  He was talking to Ginny but looking into Amy’s eyes. 

Amy felt the need for some privacy.  Without taking her gaze from Andy, she asked her sister to leave … please.  It must have been the shock of Amy’s polite request that did it.  Ginny left without protest.

As soon as she was gone, Amy wrapped her arms and legs around her brother and pulled him down to her.  The kiss was soft and sharing.  They kept at it for a long time.

“I love you, Andy,” she whispered when they finally parted.  He moved to say something in response, but she quickly laid her fingers on his lips.  She didn’t want to hear any perfunctory reply.  She just wanted her words to sink in.

“I love you like a brother, I mean,” she continued.  “But I hope we’ll always have this.  I think Mom’s right: this is something special that isn’t like what I have with other guys.”

As his cock softened inside her, they talked.  He was still on top of her when Ginny called them for dinner much later.  As a result of their talk, Andy slept with their mother that night.  He seldom slept in his own bed after that – at least during the week.  On weekends Amy and her mother saw their male partners, so Andy was on his own, hence his quest to seduce Margie. 

Recently, it had come to light that he was teaching Ginny to suck his cock.  She was an eager pupil, but Mom intervened and warned them about taking it any further before Ginny was physically mature enough to accept a man inside her.

Amy found other ways to please her brother.  She brought Erica home a few times and they made a threesome.  Andy was more than a little wowed by that.

Although their relationship was much less contentious after it became sexual, they still had flare ups.  Even those were eventually good.  Andy was a very solicitous lover during their make-up fucks.  She always made sure that he was on top at those times.  And Ginny often had a front row seat.

“I’m going to let anybody watch when I’m getting fucked,” Ginny declared petulantly, bringing Amy back to the present.

Amy snorted.  “Sure you will.  You’ll do it in the main court of the mall.”

When there was no immediate response, Amy glanced over her shoulder by means of the mirror.  Ginny was craning her neck attentively toward the bedroom window.  In a moment she was off the bed and had darted to the window.  Amy turned to watch her.

“Ken’s here.”  She turned and looked meaningfully at Amy’s nakedness.

Oh, shit.  Her reveries had caused her dawdle enough that she was not ready to go.

Ginny quit her post at the window and moved toward the bedroom door.  In the doorway she turned to face Amy and theatrically flipped her hair.

“I guess I’ll just have to keep him entertained,” she said with exaggerated breathy voice.  Ginny couldn’t keep from smiling.  She’s such an exhibitionist, Amy thought.  Then the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!”  Ginny turned and sprinted out of the room.  Amy watched her promisingly-round naked ass bob down the hall.

Amy turned back to the mirror.  She took stock and decided that really she was pretty set.  She just had to choose an outfit.  Ken probably wouldn’t mind helping with that. 

Then she surreptitiously slipped a finger between her pussy lips.  The Ginny-induced tour of her erotic memories had taken its toll.  She was quite wet.  She smiled.  Maybe they’d be late meeting their friends – very late.  Maybe they’d just stay in.  Maybe Ginny would get to watch after all.

She went to the doorway of her room.

“Tell him to come up,” Amy called.

END