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A Matter of Taste
An Erotic Story
"Mmmmmm, that's good," I thought; licking my lips, at the
same time my right hand twisted my clit, while my other one was
two fingers deep in my hot little hole. I had my legs spread,
and both hands in my crotch, while I worked myself up to the
orgasm I had been building for all day long. Beside me Laura
slept the sleep of the completely satisfied; not even aware of
her older sister's rising orgasm. Not that she would have cared
if she had been awake . . . watching doesn't turn my little
sister on, like it does me. I licked my lips again; savoring the
memories of the day (and other things) that had gotten me so
stimulated that for the first time in a week I had to masturbate.
It all started this morning, when Mother was making
breakfast . . . .
"Marie, could you go down and check on Mike and Toni?" she
asked. "Don't disturb them if they're busy," she instructed me.
"Just wait until they're done and make sure they do a good job
before you interrupt them. Then let them both know that
breakfast is ready as soon as they finish." Mother didn't even
offer to serve me breakfast first. She, like all the rest of the
family, knows full well my "taste" in such things, and that I
wouldn't be able to eat while thinking about what my two older
siblings were doing. As I said, my mother knows me very well.
I grinned at her, almost snickering internally at the
outrageous pun, while I followed my mother's instructions and
headed down to "check up on" whatever obscene things were going
on in the bedroom my big sister shared with our big brother.
"Mother really IS a kinky bitch," I thought with another internal
grin. Of course, being "kinky" ran in the family . . . As I
should well know.
Well, it wasn't as kinky as it sometimes was, but it was
still quite sexy. I got to my brother and sister's bedroom just
in time to see Toni fit our big brother's swollen penis in her
crack, before sliding down until almost every inch had vanished
into her body. They both must have known I was coming to watch,
because Mike was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the door,
while Toni sat on his lap with legs spread in my direction, so I
could see every detail of their obscene coupling. As I mentioned
earlier, my whole family knows my taste in sex, and tries to see
that I'm not left out; even though I don't get turned on by the
same things that they do. Once again, I almost giggled at the
unintentional pun. The "action" going on between my big sister's
legs were too interesting though, for me to spend much time in
mirth. If I got carried away, I might miss the best part.
Mike and Toni must have been going at it for some time
before I came in, as his prick was white and shiny with slippery
stuff, while my big sister's crotch was dripping. No wonder she
hadn't had to get him excited before sliding down on him like
that, I figured my brother and sister must have been fucking
around for over half an hour; probably just waiting for me to
arrive to watch their climax. I guess the thought of my older
brother blowing his seed in his own sister's unprotected womb,
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while their little sister watched him do it, was almost as an
erotic idea to my two older siblings as it was to me. For sure
it didn't take the two incestuous lovers more than a minute or
two to cum, once I got settled on the floor in front of them,
with my face almost between their legs, so I could get a good
closeup view of their coupling. Talk about the best seat in the
house! Of course, my big sister would argue that; pointing out
that HER position, with her "sitting" on our big brother's prick
like that, was the, "best seat in the house." It was all I could
do to keep from gasping with laughter at the very thought; thus
missing the most interesting part. My big sister is just as
kinky in her own way as I am. (Some people would say she's even
kinkier; fucking her own big brother like that, without taking
precautions.) Of course, our whole family is kinky. We just
have different kinks to get us off.
As I said, it didn't take long after I got settled in front
of them before Mike was gasping, "Oh Sis, I'm gonna' . . . .,"
while jamming his prick into Toni's belly with sharp insistent
jabs. I knew it wouldn't be long before my big brother's sperm
was decorating the inside of our sister's womb, and the thought
almost had me gasping with excitement. My breath whistled through
my teeth; and I had my legs jammed together to suppress the
rising itch in my crotch, before I found myself reaching down in
my panties and fingering myself as I watched. (Not that either
of them would have minded if I did . . . It's just that it would
have been too distracting to cum myself . . . Heck, I might miss
it when Mike came in Toni; and I didn't get to watch them often
enough to want to miss it even once.)
My big sister seemed to be as excited about feeling our big
brother cum inside her as either Mike or I was. "Do it . . . Do
it, do it," she half-groaned; while her motions grew almost
frantic on top of him; until one of her wilder gyrations almost
pulled him out. Somehow Toni managed to slow down enough to keep
from losing him, while our brother's motions became even more
violent, if possible. "Oh God . . . ." he groaned; and I knew my
big brother had lost it.
So did my big sister; as the jerking inside her belly must
have been unmistakable. Toni pulled up for a second, until only
the head of Mike's prick was inside her, so for almost a second I
could see the bulges running up our big brother's prick, as
ripples running through the tube on the bottom showed the older
boy was actually cumming inside my big sister, and not faking it.
The very idea of my big brother ejaculating his sperm in my
sister was so erotic I almost came myself; fighting down the urge
to climax, by squeezing my legs together.
Once Toni was sure I had seen enough to satisfy ME, she
dropped down so that Mike's prick was completely sheathed in her
tight slot, and the following bulges in the tiny bit of brotherly
prick remaining outside just told me the older boy was squirting
his sperm as far up in my big sister's belly as either of them
could get it to go.
By this time my face was pressed so close to my big sister's
crotch; that I could see, smell, and almost taste each incestuous
bulge as yet another thick wad of cum rippled through my
brother's prick and into my big sister's welcoming womb. God, it
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was so exciting to see that. (Not to mention the SMELL alone,
was almost enough to make me cum in my shorts. The temptation to
stick out my tongue and taste the delicious meringue making a
mess of the juncture of my older siblings bodies was almost
overwhelming. The smell, look, and feel of hot sweaty bodies
mixed with sex and even the delicious smell of cum almost made me
feel I could taste it without even sticking out my tongue.
Still, I knew better than to touch either of them without being
invited. Our parents had made it abundantly clear that none of
us were to ever touch another family member in a sexual way,
unless that other person made it abundantly clear (in advance!)
that such touching would not only be tolerated, but welcomed.
Dad and Mother weren't going to let any of us rape any of the
others; or even let any of us take advantage of someone else's
weaknesses. That's how I had managed to remain a virgin, even
with all of the rest of the family having an almost continual
orgy around me. Neither Dad nor Mike were about to try having
sex with me, unless I approached them first . . . which from the
look of things, would be a long time. While I like sex well
enough, my "tastes" are completely different from the rest of the
family. And I knew my big sister would NOT like to be disturbed
by feeling a tongue on her sensitive areas, while she was
enjoying the final satisfying twinges of pleasure from having her
pussy pumped full of our big brother's seed.
It was this mutual trust . . . Her that I wouldn't touch her
when she wasn't ready, and me trusting them to not try and force
me to join them, that allowed us to do this; with me almost
having my face buried in my sister's crotch; enjoying the
vicarious pleasures of watching my older siblings mate like two
minks, while my big brother and sister "got off" on knowing that
their little sister got a kick out of seeing them do it. If we
hadn't trusted each other to not touch, then we wouldn't have
been able to do it.
"Thank's, Big Brother," said Toni; as I watched a last
shudder of pleasure ripple through her body. Mike didn't answer
in words; just hugging her close while the last sticky drops of
sperm oozed out of his prick and into my big sister's body. I
knew that while Mike was too exhausted from that climax to say
anything, from the heavy whistling of his breath, I also knew
that he was just as grateful to my big sister for what she had
done for him, as she was for what he did for her. He had made it
abundantly clear in the past.
Lori gave one last satisfied shudder; then reached down and
patted the back of my head; pulling my face into her crotch; so
my nose was almost sticking into the gap around our big brother's
cock at the top of her vagina.
Thus given permission, I reached out with my tongue and
lapped at the tasty juncture of sibling sex. The smell, look,
feel, (and especially taste!) of my big sister's spendings, mixed
with the slightly sharper and sweeter tastes of pre-cum left on
her matted hair was exquisite. My mind almost blew away at the
delicious flavor of my brother and sister combined; even though I
didn't get even a taste of the stuff I like most; as my brother
had left every drop of cum inside Toni's belly where it belonged,
instead of wasting it on the outside. <Sigh.> Oh well . . .
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perhaps some other time.
After I had licked them both clean (as much as I could with
them still joined together like that) I pulled back and sat on my
haunches. I knew better to overdo my welcome; and while my big
sister had enjoyed the feel of me cleaning her up; lesbian
tendencies just weren't in her book of pleasures.
If I got too eager, she might not let me do it again next
time. (Not that I'm a lesbian either; being fully as
heterosexual as everybody else in the family. It's just that MY
pleasures are different from theirs, in a different manner than
that. You might say I have different tastes, than they do.
(Damnit! There I go again. <Giggle.>)
I watched as Toni and Mike rolled back on the bed, still
together; while they enjoyed the final twinges of being mated.
Then, almost with regret it seemed, they finally pulled apart.
While I had done a pretty good job of getting them clean
when they were stuck together, Mike's prick STILL looked a smeary
mess when they pulled apart. Toni's tight little cunny though
had only a tiny white seepage to show that her own big brother's
incestuous sperm was even then wriggling up inside her womb;
looking for an egg to fertilize. My big sister is so tight
inside, that rarely does much more than a drop escape; and even
though my big brother has been spasming her belly full of
incestuous cum for over three years now, she's never caught. I
know neither one is using any precautions or even seem to care if
she gets pregnant or not. If she does, she does, and neither of
my two older siblings or even our parents seem to be worried
about it. I guess they figure they'll worry about that, if and
when Toni's pants start to get tight. Doesn't that almost blow
you away? I know it does ME. Even my little sister seems to be
turned-on by the idea of our older siblings mating like that.
But I'll get to HER later.
Toni looked at the tasty sausage dangling between our big
brother's legs; and with an apologetic look at me, she bent over
and sucked the half-erect member into her mouth' stripping the
delicious juices from the outside, and enjoying the sweeter taste
of the white dribble oozing from the tip. Our big brother's
prick stayed half-erect at this stimulation; but he didn't get
another full-sized hardon. I guess he couldn't.
Only when she had cleaned up almost every drop, did my
sister remember me. While Toni isn't as orally-fixated as I am,
she DOES like the flavor of her pussy on our big brother's
prick . . . yes, and even his cum too.
"Want a taste?" She asked apologetically; reaching down to
Mike's balls, and stripping one last thick drop out of his prick,
so it made a tiny puddle oozing from the tip. I could see a
white streak on my big sister's tongue, so I knew she had tasted
Mike herself.
Even with my disappointment, I couldn't blame my sister for
getting a good taste of our big brother's cum, before offering
any to me. I mean, I KNEW just how good it tasted; just as much
as my big sister knew how much I liked the taste, so she didn't
"hog" it all to herself.
I nodded; grateful that I even got a taste. After all, my
older siblings didn't HAVE to invite me to watch their sex-
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play . . . and they certainly didn't have to let me taste either
of them afterwards. I was lucky to be allowed to watch; as most
12-year-old girls aren't even allowed to do that!
"Mmmmmm." My mind STILL tingles at the delicious taste of
my big brother's seed oozing against my tongue. I swirled it
around in my mouth; trying to coat every inch without swallowing,
so I could enjoy the taste as long as possible.
Sadly, there was only a tiny drop; as my big brother must
have left most of his sperm inside my big sister's body where he
had been trying so frantically to plant it. I guess my loss, was
my big sister's gain. Still, I was grateful to both of them for
letting me have even this little bit. They COULD have just
chased me out, once they had cum and I had completed my mother's
instructions to, "Check on Mike and Toni; and let them both know
breakfast is ready when they're done."
I savored the flavor of my big brother's cum, while I
repeated our mother's instructions. For all the time it takes to
describe, it had only been a little over five minutes since I
came in to "check on" my two older siblings.
I was still licking my lips when I arrived at the table.
After that delicious appetizer, I was ravenously hungry.
Mother just grinned as she slid a big platter of ham, eggs,
and toast in front of me. She knows how hungry the sight, sound,
smell, (and taste!) of seeing my brother and sister fucking makes
me.
Even though it was probably gone with the first bite, I
still imagined the taste of my own big brother's cum was
flavoring every bite. God, what a delicious thought . . . Having
your own brother's cum flavoring your breakfast like that. I
shuddered almost in orgasm at the very thought; and resolved to
ask Mike (or Dad and Mother) if one of them could jack-off on my
breakfast some morning, just so I could see what it tasted like.
Even though the rest of the family thinks I'm kinky, and don't
really get as turned on as I do by things like that, they still
like to see me "get my jollies off" too. So if I asked, I knew
that eventually one (or delicious thought) or possibly even both
of my male relatives would do it. Lord knows, even with four
horny females in the house, (well, possibly only three, if you
don't count me) both Mike and Dad STILL "whacked off" on a semi-
regular basis. Doing it over their little sister's (or
daughter's) breakfast wouldn't be all that hard for studs like
them. Who knows? They might even get off on it themselves.
I resolved to ask, at the earliest opportunity.
"Well?" asked my mother; interrupting my train of thought.
"Did they do a good job?"
I thought of the way Mike had looked while spasming my big
sister's belly with cum. His face had been almost
expressionless; but you could tell he was practically in heaven.
Even though only a tiny drop leaked out later, I figured my big
brother had left enough sperm in our sister's womb to make Lori
be having her big brother's babies for the next five years . . .
if she was in a condition to "catch" which I figured she was.
And remembering the way my older sister's belly had fluttered in
cramps around her big brother's prick; I knew the older girl had
enjoyed it almost as much (if not more) as my big brother had.
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Yes . . . I guess you could say they had done a "good job."
"Yes," I said; remembering the frantic coupling, "they did a
good job. From the look of them when he was cumming, you would
almost swear Mike was pumping at least a quart of baby-juice in
Toni's belly." I giggled at the thought of my big sister's belly
being swollen with that much cum being pumped inside her; then
almost cramped at the devastatingly horny thought of that much
cum pumping out of my big brother's prick for me to drink. The
thought of a whole Mason Jar filled with white slippery goo; just
waiting there for ME to drink up every drop, was so erotic I
almost doubled over in unexpected orgasm. Damn! That was twice
in one day I almost came without even being touched; just at the
thought of what my big sister and brother were doing.
"Yes," I said; repeating myself, "I'd say they must have
done a VERY good job."
Mother looked at me for a moment; probably wondering what I
was thinking; as I shivered and shuddered in the memory of just
how good a job my brother had done on our sister. "You know, you
don't HAVE to watch them, if you don't want to." she said.
"No Mother," I answered; shivering at the delicious memory.
"It's I LIKE to watch them get it on. It's just that it gets me
so . . . so . . ."
". . . Frustrated? . . . Horny?" she asked; completing my
thought. "Um. Maybe we'll have to do something about that," she
said; looking at me with some concern. "I'll talk to your
father, and maybe we'll see if we can't arrange for something
tonight . . . OK?" She looked at me questioningly.
The smile I sent Mother would have made a car headlight look
dim. Damn, I had never expected this! Usually Mother was as
protective of HER few chances with Dad (considering my little
sister) that she wouldn't even suggest such a thing. Still, my
mother seemed to appreciate (to a small extent at least) that
vaginal, cock-in-cunt sex was not the ONLY way for people to get
off. Maybe the most important to her and the rest of the family;
but not the only way. Even though it seemed like a "waste" to
her, Mother still appreciated that the way I got pleasure from
sex was NOT the way she and my two sisters did.
"Thanks Mom," I almost squealed with glee; using my old
"baby" name for Mother.
"Well, don't get TOO excited," she reminded me. "I still
have to clear this with your father, you know." I wasn't
worried. Dad hadn't once turned down ANY of us girls when we
approached him for sex of any kind. Even when Laura wanted him
to take her cherry, two weeks after she had her first period, Dad
hadn't refused her . . . once he had warned the 8-year-old what
might happen (this was two years ago). While they hadn't exactly
been "fucking like bunnies" ever since, my little sister HAD
almost taken over for Mother in their bedroom at night. Since
mother wasn't nearly as oversexed as the rest of the family,
wanting it only two or three times a week, this wasn't as bad for
her as it sounds. Mother had actually enjoyed the fact that
Laura could "take over" every morning, and almost every other
night; so Dad didn't have to miss out on "real sex" when she
didn't feel like it. Previous to that, Mother had been "letting"
Dad "use" her body to jack-off into, on the days when she wasn't
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horny herself. To have her horny 8, 9, and now 10 year old
daughter be "willing" to relieve her father's urges, had been a
relief for both of them. Still, Mother usually jealously guarded
HER scheduled times with Dad. After all, she DID get horny
sometimes herself. Especially with three horny teenagers putting
on a porno-show in the house almost every day.
On the other hand, Mother knew that I could get almost as
horny as my two sisters, and wasn't about to see me neglected
either. After some discussion, Mother told me that while she was
willing to give up "her turn" with Dad, so I could get some
relief, I was going to have to make some negotiations with my two
sisters for a more permanent solution. It wasn't fair that they
got all the sex from the men in the house, and I didn't get
any . . . Even if both men DID prefer the same kind of sex as my
two sisters did. I was almost shivering in happiness at the
thought that I would probably not only get my father that night,
but had the prospect of getting at least SOME relief on a more
constant basis.
Well, that was that morning and breakfast.
Now you get SOME idea of why I was lying there in bed,
twisting my clit and licking my lips at the memory of what
happened earlier. Only that was just the beginning.
It was about an hour after lunch when I came dashing into
the house; having to pee so bad it felt like my teeth were
floating. It's too bad I couldn't have come in earlier, as I
understand the squeaking noises of the bed in the room I share
with Laura had sent most of the family looking for a spare
bedroom themselves. Only it's usually more fun to wait until
whoever-it-is finishes, so you get all the stimulation from
hearing THEM go at it, before starting your own song of love, and
possibly disturbing the other "team."
With that in mind, you can understand why not 30 seconds
after I settled on the can and was starting to leg go with a big
healthy blast into the bowl, a rhythmic squeaking started up just
down the hall, at almost the same moment my little sister came
dashing into the bathroom with her hand cupped over her sex;
trying desperately to keep from leaking all over the floor.
"Oh shit," she said; glaring at me just as my bladder burst
into full stream. Dad has said several times that he should fix
up that "rough-in" for a bathroom in the basement into the real
thing . . . or at least install a stool down there. Only he
never has. This situation was just the sort of argument for
finally getting Dad to do it . . . or maybe not.
"Can't you get up?" asked Laura; now using both hands to
desperately keep from leaking on the mat. The blast of pee
hitting the bowl answered for me that if I got up, I'd be making
a bigger mess than she would. Suddenly an evil grin spread
across my little sister's face, as she remembered something.
"Hey," she said; removing her cupped hand from under her
leaking sex, "that's right. YOU like this stuff, don't you?"
Here the little girl pushed her smeary messy crotch at me
suggestively.
If you think I turned down an invitations like that, you
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don't know me very well.
Pulling my little sister closer, I stuck my tongue out and
lapped up the lowermost dribble running down her leg. God, did
that taste good! Something about my little sister's juices mixed
with the deliciously sharp/sweet flavor of male cum made a
cocktail that was indescribably delicious. After I cleaned up
the more obvious drools so she didn't make a mess, I delved
deeper with my tongue and was rewarded by an almost pure thick
gob of sperm from my little sister's leaking hole.
"Oh. You like that, don't you? You nasty little slut,"
groaned Laura; now pushing harder into my face; and almost
pushing my nose into her clit. "Eat it all out, you cunt-licking
whore." Laura's voice grew nastier and nastier, as her
excitement grew. Previously my little sister had never let me
touch her sex with my mouth; insisting that it was something only
queers did. Laura is definitely not a lesbian . . . but then,
neither am I. I just like to get my cum from wherever I can; and
if it's from inside one of my sisters' vaginas, then so what?
Cum is cum, no matter whether it comes 'straight from the tap" or
from where the man squirted it. Heck, I'd probably be willing to
suck my big brother's cum out of my little sister's asshole, if
he ever squirted it there. Of course my sister would never go
for that. Neither being fucked in the behind, or worse yet being
eaten there appeals to Laura; though I'm not so sure what Toni
would think of the idea.
By this time, Laura was really getting into it; pushing her
crotch in my face, while calling me, "Lezzie trash, cum-slurping
whore. Suck your brother's nasty old scum out of your little
sister's smelly gash. Come on, Sis, show me just what kind of
lesbian gutter-whore you are, by cleaning all that nasty goo
right out of me." Even trying, my little sister's innocence
showed through; as she couldn't quite make her nasty slurs sound
as bad as she wanted them to. For all of her accusing me of
being a lesbian and normally being supposedly turned-off by
things like I was doing, I could tell that Laura not only loved
me, but was starting to actually LIKE feeling me cleaning her
out. That's why I didn't stop once I got the last delicious drop
of family seed I could with my tongue; but continued licking and
probing with my tongue, while the little girl's body shook, and I
found even more mess to clean up. only this was clear and runny,
not white and sticky. Laura's voice became ragged, as her voice
became more and more potty-mouth. "Shit, cunt, mother-fucker,
don't stop," she almost groaned; while at the same time almost
drowning me with her secretions. By now I almost couldn't taste
the cloying flavor of male cum I liked so much; but I wasn't
about to stop until my sister wanted me to. You see, there's
what they call the old "blowjob principle." If somebody give you
a blowjob (or head of any kind) then you want to let them know
you're grateful; so they'll be inclined to give you another one
next time. I wanted Laura to know I was VERY grateful for giving
me what I wanted; and if the way to show her was by getting her
off, then I wasn't going to stint on the job. I wanted to get my
little sister in the habit of coming to me to "clean her out"
whenever she "got dirty". Maybe THIS way, I could get what I
wanted without cutting into EITHER of my two sisters' sex-lives.
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I wasn't really thinking this consciously, but I knew I DID
want to make my little sister feel good, after giving me what I
had been craving all morning.
Laura finally stopped shuddering; and once she did I stopped
my frantic licking; just slowly running my tongue in and out of
her hole until she seemed to get enough. "Oooh, that was good,"
she admitted. Then, with that same evil smile, but this time a
twinkle in her eyes to accompany it, Laura held out her hand to
me. "Here, you cum-sucking gutter-whore," she said; displaying
where a thick drool of liquid had puddled in her hand while she
made that earlier dash to the bathroom, "clean me up. And don't
you dare miss a drop either, slut."
"Mmmmmmmm." Now THIS was payment I could appreciate for
eating my little sister out. While I'm not a lesbian, I'd gladly
eat the little girl out two or even three times a day, for treats
like this. Dutifully I cleaned up every drop of delicious seed,
and looked hungrily for more. The cloyingly sweet taste of
genuine male cum helped cover up the runny, almost tastelessly
bland flavor of little girl. While eating my sister wasn't bad,
and I could see why SOME people actually like to eat little girls
out, it wasn't for me. I guess it's an acquired taste, like
mine. I like the "real thing" like I just had cleaned off my
little sister's hand, and earlier out of her body. "Michael's" I
asked interestedly, now that I had finished cleaning up every
drop I could find. I couldn't be sure, because my sister's smell
and taste had covered up the subtle differences between his
taste, and that of our father. Besides, I knew that Laura and
Mike quite often liked to "knock off a piece" in the afternoons.
when their normal partners were otherwise occupied.
"No, Dad's," giggled Laura; giving me another treat by
holding out her left hand. There splattered on IT, were almost
as much cum as she had on the right one. Dad must have cum in
buckets in the little girl for her to leak that much. Turned-on
by the thought that I was licking up my own father's sperm . . .
the same sperm he had squirted in his own daughter's fertile
young belly, I almost shuddered in release myself as I cleaned
her off. Afterwards, enjoying the sticky-sweet taste of my own
father's seed in my mouth, and rolling it around on my tongue,
the shudders suddenly became harder and harder, and I found I WAS
coming, right there on the toilet, while my little sister hugged
and comforted me . . . no longer the nasty little girl being mean
to her sister, but the loving little girl who really cared for
her big sister. "Go on, do it," she encouraged me; actually
urging my mouth to her titties which I sucked in unconscious
activity. "Suck Momma's titties . . . Cum on . . . Get it all
out . . . Cum . . . Cum . . . Cum for your little sister. Eat
Daddy's cum, and have a nice big cum yourself." I suddenly found
myself face-to-face with my little sister; involved in a crushing
kiss like I never had with anybody else. I don't know who started
it, or who pushed, but both of us gave as good as we got; dueling
tongues, and mashing our faces together so hard they almost
bruised. As I said, I'm no lesbian, and even my little sister
isn't going to make me one. (And Laura's even more a confirmed
heterosexual than I am.) Still, that kiss and cum made me see
why some women would turn to other women . . . if there weren't
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any decent men around like my father or big brother, anyway. If
I ever find a man like either one, I'm going to marry him, if I
have to kill both of my sisters to do it. Of course, I know both
of them feel the same way.
Once MY shudders had died down, the way hers had earlier, we
both pulled away and looked at each other. Experiences like
THAT, you don't get every day. "Well," said my little sister;
circling her toe on the bathroom mat like an embarrassed little
boy.
"Well," I repeated; almost as embarrassed myself. I mean, a
girl just isn't supposed to do things like that with her little
sister. Of course, girls aren't "supposed" to do all the things
us girls did with our father and brother, either. "Well," I
repeated; with more strength now as I recovered my breath, "we'll
have to try that again some day, won't we?"
Laura actually blushed; circling her toe even harder. At
least she didn't seem to be mad at me for "coming on" to her like
that . . . of course, she HAD started it.
"Um . . . Yes . . . we will, won't we?" she said; blushing
even harder. "Uh, How about tomorrow afternoon? Does that sound
fine to you?" Laura ducked her head in little-girl
embarrassment. If I turned her down . . . .
I had no intention of turning her down. "Sounds fine to
me," I said; reaching for the paper to wipe up with. I had
almost forgotten my original purpose in the bathroom. "Same time
tomorrow, same channel?" I asked.
Laura grinned at me. Grins like that could win awards; and
she knew it. "Same time, same station," she agreed. "And
Marie?"
"Um?" I grinned back at her, while I flushed the toilet.
"I'm sorry I called you those nasty names."
I grinned down at my little sister. "Laura," I said,
"anytime you do THAT, you can call me all the nasty names you
want to. I know you love me, and I love you too. You can call
me all the nasty names you want to . . . OK?"
"You really MEAN that?" she asked. "You're NOT mad about
it? I really CAN? You DO?"
As the last statement settled in, I saw my little sister's
face pucker up for a moment as if she was going to cry . . . and
then I suddenly found myself in an embrace from the little girl
like I hadn't had from her since she was seven, and was giving
all her relatives big hugs.
Suddenly I found the two of us embracing, me in my shorts
and halter, Laura still stark-naked; hugging and holding each
other while she actually cried on shoulder. "Oh Marie," she
finally sniffled as she pulled away, "I've MISSED you so bad."
Missed me? I looked at my little sister in wonderment.
Whatever could she mean?
"I mean, I've missed holding you, and hugging you, and
cuddling with you, like we used to," she explained; wiping a tear
from her eye.
"Then why did you stop?" I asked. It certainly hadn't been
ME who stopped hugging and cuddling. It seemed that just one day
Laura had stopped; and from then on hadn't even wanted to snuggle
up spoon-fashion in bed like we used to. It had confused me for
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a while when Laura had pointedly turned her back on me while in
bed; but I wasn't one to force intimacy when none was offered.
Nobody in our house is.
"I thought I was getting too big for such things," she
explained. "And besides, that's when I first learned about women
who . . . who DO things with other women, and I didn't want to be
a lesbian."
"Oh Sis," I sighed; exasperated at the kind of world that
would make the innocent snuggling of a little girl with her big
sister into the obscene coupling of two horny dykes. "You're
NEVER too old to hug someone you love," I explained; holding out
my arms for the little girl to snuggle into a little more
comfortably this time, "and nobody is going to force you into
being a lesbian, if you don't want to. If You don't want to
snuggle up to me at night, then you don't have to. But I'm not
going to molest you in your sleep if you do, either. Have I EVER
approached you for sex?" I asked.
"Well, no but . . ." I could tell Laura was thinking about
that incredible scene we had in the bathroom, from her glance in
that direction. ". . . but what if I told you I WANTED you to
'approach' me?" she asked.
"Then I would think about it, and let you know," I replied.
"Even if I turned you down, I wouldn't be mad at you, or want to
stop snuggling with you."
"Oh," said Laura; snuggling even closer. By now we were
sitting on our bed, her almost in my lap, while we talked and
enjoyed being close in a way we hadn't been for over two years.
"Uh . . . Marie?"
"Yes?" I nuzzled my little sister's hair; enjoying the
smell like I hadn't done in far too long.
"I'm asking." Oh shit. Damnit! I WAS a heterosexual, and
determined to stay one. Only I suddenly remembered something
from my mother's lessons. Neither men NOR women were really
"gay", "bi", or "het". All humans were sexual creatures, and the
urge to have sex was strong . . . even with members of your own
sex, and yes even your own family members. There was nothing
intrinsically wrong with such urges or feelings. There were only
problems when people tried to control others in how they related
sexually. That's why it was usually so bad to have parents
having sex with their children, as what son or daughter could
refuse to have sex with his or her parent, if he or she knew the
older partner wanted it? On the other hand, she had explained
that my big sister and brother climbing in bed with each other
was NOT the same thing; even though society called both "incest"
and condemned it. If they both WANTED it, and neither one was
forcing the other in any way, then why not? The old wives'-tales
about incestuous relations resulting in deformed babies were just
that: Hogwash. Mother explained to both of us girls about how
genetics worked, and why the statistical chances of an incestuous
relationship having problems were far less than the scare-tactics
that society pushed at you. I think it was about THAT time, that
Laura had asked something like, "What if a girl asked her father
for sex, instead of him doing it?"
After Mother answered that question, I don't think it was
two days later before my little sister lost her virginity to Dad.
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So far, Mother's advice about incest seemed to be holding up.
OK . . . so why was I worried about turning into a bull-dyke,
when neither I nor my little sister liked that kind of stuff? If
I "made love" to Laura, that would NOT "ruin" me or her for sex
with the rest of the family. "I'll think about it, OK?" I
replied.
"OK." Laura didn't seem to be disturbed by my answer, as if
it was the one she expected. "Only Marie?" she asked again.
"Promise me something?"
"What?" I replied; too wrapped up in the pleasure of holding
the little girl in my arms after her long absence.
"If you DO decide 'Yes', I want you to promise me
something." she said.
"What's that?" I asked, semi-suspiciously. The cute grin of
the 10-year-old made refusing her anything hard to do.
"'Molest me in the middle of the night' like you said you
would . . . please? I want to feel what it's like . . . OK?"
"OK," I said; grinning back at the little girl, as hard as
she was grinning at me. "If that's what you REALLY want, and if
I DO decide to take you up on your generous offer, and if I
decide that I want to do this, then yes, I'll do it. But I'm not
guaranteeing anything. OK."
"OK, Marie." The child squirmed around in my arms, gave me
a crushing kiss, and was gone . . . leaving me with arms almost
achingly empty. Somehow I just KNEW that sometime in the next
two weeks or so, I would be pulling up the little girl's nightie,
and not just feeling her up, but trying to get the little girl to
orgasm, before she was fully awake. The damned thought the
little girl had planted in my head was just too erotic to resist.
Somehow I just KNEW that Laura knew it too. Oh well.
I looked over at the little girl in bed with me, her leg
half-over mine, sleeping close to me like we hadn't for way too
long, and was tempted to start right now. Only my long-awaited
climax was close; and there was still that last memory of the day
to help me get off.
In the delight of rediscovering my little sister, I had
almost forgotten the promise my mother had made earlier. Thus it
was that about an hour ago, Mother caught me by surprise, when
she called in to the living-room, where the rest of the family
was watching TV. "I'm going to bed early tonight," she
announced. At my little sister's brightening face, she squelched
the little girl's hope of "taking over" for her mother. "So
Marie, could you 'take care' of your father tonight? I've got a
slight headache."
I knew Mother no more had a headache than I did. This was
just her way of allowing me to get to Dad, before one of my
sisters beat me to it.
"Sure Mother," I said, "if Dad doesn't mind. Perhaps he'd
prefer one of the other girls though (here I licked my lips
suggestively). You know how they can both 'do things' that I
don't." The whole family, including Dad, knew those "things"
involved little girls taking their father's penis right up inside
their tight little slits, and then letting Dad fill their cute
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little tummies full of his thick white baby-making cum. The fact
that neither girl was on the pill, or even planning on getting on
it, just made the whole idea that much more erotic. On the other
hand, while I couldn't do THAT for Dad, I DO give the best blow-
jobs in the house. Dad says in the entire universe, but he's
prejudiced.
Still, there IS something in what he says. To give a REALLY
good blow-job, you've got to LIKE giving blow-jobs. (Remember
that "blow-job" principle?) Not only that, but you shouldn't
mind getting cum in your mouth, and even swallowing, if you have
to. There's few turn-ons to men, like seeing a pretty girl
licking her lips, and then SWALLOWING his sperm as if she likes
it. If you REALLY like it, that's a plus . . . though I
understand that there are SOME women that they call "cum-
guzzlers" that are only interested in just that . . . swallowing
a man's sperm. They will suck like hell to get a man to cum in
their mouth; then swallow it, and go on to the next guy to get
some more. Sick!
Then, you get the rare-bird like me, who loves the taste of
cum. While I would no more spit out someone's cum after they
squirted it in my mouth than I would candy, I wouldn't just gulp
it down, either. I LIKE the taste of cum in my mouth; and try to
keep as much there as long as I can before I swallow.
The same goes for cock-sucking. I like to tease a guy on
for as long as possible; keeping him on the hairy-edge of cumming
all the while, until he finally loses it and squirts his cum in
my mouth where it belongs. (To me, it seems a waste for a man to
squirt it up a girl's cunny, unless he's trying to get her
pregnant. To my sisters, it's just the opposite.)
So, as you gather, I give a GREAT blow-job. Dad knows THAT,
too. That's why I really wasn't surprised (but was pleased) to
hear my father say, "No, it's all right with me, if it's all
right with Marie."
The faces of both girls turned to me expectantly, and then
fell at my smiling response. On the other hand, Mike's face
brightened, when he learned that both of them would probably be
available to HIM to 'slake his lust on."
When one of the other girls is with Dad, that usually means
he has only one sister to squirt his sperm in. To my big
brother, there's only ONE proper hole for a man's prick to go in.
Dad, thank goodness, is more civilized.
So, about 45 minutes ago I found just me and Dad in the
loving-room (sic) with the TV turned off, and both of us naked.
I climbed on my father's lap and gave him a bare-naked hug, just
like I understand my little sister gave him (and later Mike, and
Toni) not 15 minutes after leaving me that afternoon.
"Daddy," I said; using the erotic name he liked to be called
when having sex with us kids, "I love you."
"'Love you too, Marie," he replied; giving as good as he
got, in the hug department. After a few minutes, he started
squirming though. I giggled as I felt my father's penis swell up
under my bottom; and after a little more squirming, poke up
between my legs. "But don't you think we'd better do something
about this," he said; looking down at his lap where his penis was
almost splitting my cunt-lips, "before it accidentally slides up
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inside you?" My father knows how I feel about remaining a
virgin.
"Oh . . . I don't know," I said; squirming until my father's
prick actually WAS poking into the hole between my legs, and the
sudden rush of wetness from both of us made it incredibly
slippery. "Oh God," I thought, "just one hard PUSH, and my
virginity would be history; while my tummy would be so filled
with Daddy's baby-juice that I would probably be nursing our
child within the year . . . SO close . . ."
"That might be fun," I said; gritting my teeth and standing
up, instead of forcing myself down, like I almost found myself
wanting to. "But we're supposed to do it THIS way, this time," I
said; getting on my knees.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Dad's sandbagged
look. That was the first time I had even HINTED that I might
accept vaginal intercourse. I giggled, while internally I
wondered just what I was talking myself into THIS time. One of
the main reasons I'm still a virgin, is that I KNOW I'm extremely
fertile (heck, even the doctor has warned me) and once I start
having unprotected sex with either Dad or Mike, my non-pregnant
time will probably be measured in hours, if that. And I also
knew full-well, that any sex I DID have with either one of them
WOULD be unprotected; with thick family prick belching great gobs
of incestuous baby-making cum at my fertile young womb. Hours?
Heck, I would probably be pregnant within minutes of taking Dad
inside me. Such a scary (and thoroughly erotic) thought! My
crotch was soaking wet, and I knew it was NOT just from the pre-
cum leaking out of Dad's prick.
I knew I had better do SOMETHING to cool my hot box off; so
I did what always had worked in the past . . . I deep-throated
Dad's prick.
I didn't even wait to get him worked-up or myself excited
first. From the almost steady drool of clear liquid coming from
my father's penis, I knew Dad was about as excited as he could
get. I guess my hint about what I MIGHT do some other time had
gotten him incredibly aroused. I filed this concept away for use
later, when I might need to get one of my men excited in a hurry.
Usually, when I deep-throat someone, I work him up first;
sucking and jacking on him, until his prick is slippery with pre-
cum, and it's spread all around my mouth, and even I am so
excited I'm ready to be choked by prick, if necessary. This time
I just jammed my mouth down in Dad's crotch so fast that it slid
down my throat like an oversized potato. God! Did that hurt!
But I didn't stop; working myself forward until my nose was
buried in Dad's fur, and my mouth was strained as far open as it
could be, around the base of his prick. The smell and aroma of a
real MAN in my nose, combined with the sight and knowledge that
my own father's prick was buried in my body where it belonged,
were enough to make me climax without a thing touching my
overheated little snatch. For the next 20 minutes, from that
first big swallow, until my ministrations finally got to be too
much, I was in almost continuous orgasm; shuddering around my
father's prick, while I did everything a 12-year-old girl could
do to excite her father; only easing up each time he got a little
too close to cumming in me. Up and down and around I would slide
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my mouth; pausing each time I felt those tiny flutterings that
presaged my father's eruptions. All the time, I felt his body
up, hugging him to me, and rubbed and stroked his legs, chest,
balls, ass, and wherever I could reach. Whenever Dad got too
close, I would slow down for a second; still keeping his prick in
my mouth, but no longer stroking until his excitement died down
momentarily. Three times in that session, I felt a delicious
dollop of warm cum splurt into my mouth, while I hastily nipped
my father's prick with my teeth to distract him from giving me
the whole load. Occasionally, I would "deep-throat" him, but
mostly I just used my mouth like a cunt for him to fuck; letting
his prick slide down my gullet on the instrokes, while catching
my breath on the outstrokes. At the same time I was doing this,
I was peripherally aware of Dad stroking my back; teasing the
erect nipples on my dangling breasts (what there were of them to
"dangle") feeling me up, gentling me down; and generally helping
me to enjoy the almost continuous shudders of orgasm that kept
rippling through my body. I was incredibly disappointed that I
had to swallow the first three squirts, but I did have to, to
avoid making a big mess. Besides, Dad's cock pushed most of it
down my throat anyway, and one went there directly; as he
squirted it while buried halfway down my gullet. All the time I
fucked my mouth on my father's prick, we made love. I was
continuously aware of Dad's words about how he loved me, how good
it felt, and how he wanted ME to feel good.
I was just about to let Dad squirt, (Yes, I have that good a
control, that usually *I* can control when a man comes . . .
usually, but not always.) when I felt myself being moved, and
realized that Dad was moving my body over his, so he could return
the favor by licking MY hot little hole. It wasn't forceful;
being more of a suggestion by pushing lightly on my hips than a
demanding shove. Still, I found myself moving to accomodate him.
Now usually, I resist ANY touch even near my vagina; but
after what had happened today, (especially with my earlier hint)
how could I refuse to allow my father the same pleasure of
tasting me, that he was giving me of tasting him? I slid my body
around; for once not only not resisting his unconscious effort to
make me feel as good as he was; but actually helping him position
my body to where first his finger, and then his incredibly
slippery tongue could stroke and tickle my overheated crack.
This was almost an incredibly bad mistake. It was only with
incredible effort that I kept from almost biting my father's
prick in two, the first time I felt his tongue touch my clit.
NOBODY (besides myself) head EVER touched my clit, when I was
already in the process of cumming. Even I usually kept my
fingers away from there, as the sensations were too strong for me
to control; and I had been known to fall out of bed . . .
spoiling everything . . . when that happened. Only Dad had
control of me this time, and wouldn't let me fall off. I
literally blacked-out for several seconds, from the intensity of
the sensations. As I said, it was almost sheer luck that I
maintained enough brain to remember NOT to bite down. When I
came too, I was almost choking, as I had involuntarily forced
myself an incredible distance down on my father's prick, and I
somehow had managed to suck balls and all inside my mouth, so my
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mouth was distended around the base of his prick, like a snake
swallowing a broomstick. MY nose was almost to his ass, and the
incredibly erotic smell sound, feel, and yes taste of my father
was making me try to swallow him whole!
Only it was too much. I need air to breathe, too. So I
regretfully was about to pull back to catch another breath, when
I heard Dad groan, "Oh God," and actually PUSH another half-inch
down my throat! Being out of control like that had made me lose
control of Dad too. For a second, I mentally debated with the
twin possible pleasures of letting Dad actually cum down my
throat, (where I couldn't taste it) or pulling back to get a
breath of air, (where I could enjoy the taste of tick rich cum
squirting against my tonsils).
It turns out that I didn't really have a choice in the
matter, as my body chose for me. I pulled loose just enough to
gasp for air, before I almost chocked to death on the enormous
gouts of cum my father spouted in my mouth. Some people are
addicted to chocolate; others like steak or lobster. While I
like ice-cream, I'd give it up forever for one sip of cream
straight from a man's prostate. It's sweet and indescribably
tasty and erotic. I could just gorge myself on it. Drinking
that imagined quart of sperm, while incredibly obscene, nasty,
and repulsive to some people, would be like drinking nectar of
the gods, to me. I wouldn't just DRINK it, like those cum-
guzzling sluts; I'd savor every drop. Ooohh!
Damn! That obscene thought had been enough to put me over
the top. I couldn't help myself; almost thrashing around in bed,
as the memory stimulated me to my long-sought orgasm, while my
jerking woke up my little sister.
Sensing what was happening, Laura cuddled me and held me
through the shakes, while I kept both hands thrust between my
legs; looking vaguely like a boy who had been kicked in the
balls. It was only after that incredible climax had died down,
that I was able to think again. First I resolved to actually DO
the thing I had talked about earlier . . . molest my little
sister in her sleep . . . probably in the morning. Second, I
tried to finish up my recollection of the day (harder to do, now
that I was relaxing after getting my rocks off. Still, I DID
want to finish my mental review of the day . . .
As I said; Dad was cumming in my mouth; while I was barely
aware that his ejaculation had distracted HIM from the job he had
previously been doing on MY hot little hole . . . thank goodness
for small favors. My orgasm combined with his, I couldn't have
handled. I wonder how those people in stories manage
"simultaneous orgasms?" Sounds incredibly awkward to me.
After feeling one incredibly tasty squirt of thick hot cum
wash against my tongue, I decided to partially go for Dad's
pleasure, as well as my own. (After all, he deserved it.) I
jammed my head forward, and let the second big bulge surge
through my father's prick, ripple across my tongue, and on
through where his swollen member was buried down my gullet. I
could tell from his reaction that felt incredibly good to Dad.
Then I pulled back and caught a breath; once again barely
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avoiding choking on the third big squirt. After that, I held my
breath; just working my throat muscles on and off my father's
prick; using the back of my throat like an interior vagina for
Dad to jack off into.
I was well rewarded for my efforts. While SOME of Dad's
sperm went right down my throat, most of it did not. It seems
that the tight squeeze of my throat kept Dad's sperm bottled up
in his prick until I pulled back far enough for the pressure to
drop enough to let it out in my mouth; while the sensation of
actually fucking me in the throat was enough for Dad to squirt
more sperm in my body than even he thought he had in him. Dad
was NOT disappointed that he had picked me over either of my two
sisters.
I wondered just how much longer I could resist the idea of
getting my father to "take my cherry" and squirt his sperm in my
tummy from the other end, just like he does to my two sisters.
They both insist that it's even BETTER than swallowing cum;
though I don't see how that's possible. I shuddered in another
half-orgasm at the very thought. Somehow I knew my virginity's
lifetime could probably be measured in days at most, and probably
only hours.
Well, at least if we did "make love properly" there wouldn't
be any "going to waste", as whatever sperm didn't end up in my
vagina getting me pregnant would be there for me to clean up with
my mouth. I stripped my father's prick of each tasty drop of
precious cream; shivering at the delicious thought combined with
the equally delicious flavor of my own father's cum.
By the time he finished, with his prick all wilted and small
in my mouth, I felt like I had well over a half a cup of my
father's semen to swill around and enjoy the taste of. It
couldn't really have been over a few tablespoons, but it FELT
like that much. God, was that good.
It was lying here after Dad went back to bed with Mother,
still savoring the incredibly erotic taste of my own father's
seed in my mouth, that got me hot enough to masturbate . . . even
after that incredible orgasm earlier.
As I said, I simply LOVE the taste of my father's cum.
It isn't often that I get more than just a taste.
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