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A repost of one of my personal faves.
Note: This is fiction and is intended for mature audiences.
JAKE & JACK
c. 1994, by Rhett Dreams
Chapter Sixteen - "Jack and Jill"
"INTERMISSION" appeared on the screen again while we all
recovered from the second fuck. I was spooning Sophie, my cock still
nestled in her cunt. I glanced to my left and saw Joan resting on top of her
son. His hands were holding her ass. Bill was lying on top of his daughter,
most of his weight on his elbows. I relaxed for a few minutes before the
TV faded and a new scene appeared. I closed my eyes to mere slits to get
used to the brighter light and then let them open.
I recognized the scene immediately as this very room and the
players were me and Angela. I had forgotten that Bill taped this, Angela's
evening of reward and punishment, and I winced as the camera captured
my brutal fuck of the thirteen year-old.
"Jesus, Jake!" I heard from Joan as we all watched me hammer my
enormous cock into her tiny cunt.
"Shut up, mom," said Angela who was rewarded for this comment
my a powerful thrust from Bill into her cunt. I realized then that Bill
hadn't
cum in his youngest daughter during this second round. He was saving
himself for Sophie. Sophie's ass.
But the video also captured Angela's young face, in unmistakable
rapture, as the object of her adolescent crush gave her exactly what she
wanted. I did not have quite this perspective on the scene when I was an
active participant. Her face reflected desire but also a smug look of
satisfaction, as if she was proud that she could take what I gave her as well,
she believed, as her older sister.
I was leaning on elbow looking over Sophie at the TV. Miraculously,
my cock began to revive itself, hardening where it rested in her cum-filled
cunt. I lowered my mouth to Sophie's ear and whispered, "You wanted me
to punish her, right?"
She squeezed the muscles of her cunt around my cock in response
and kept her eyes on the screen, watching me hammer my cock relentlessly
into the hardly-moving body of her younger sister. The scene continued
until I cried out in orgasm and then cut cleverly to Angela crying in pain as
her father swatted her ass with his riding crop. I couldn't figure out how
Bill had edited this tape so professionally, but I could see that he'd
repositioned the video recorder between the time I had fucked Angela and
scene we were seeing. The sound was also better. We could hear quite
clearly what young Angela said.
"...Four... Thank you, Daddy."
The scene froze after Angela's comment, then faded to the familiar
black background and a single word in blue.
“NEXT”
"Oh, damn," whispered Sophie. "I wanted to watch that."
I pulled my almost hard cock out of her cunt and crawled over to
Joan. She had just finished dismounting Ralph, and I saw a brief glimpse of
his cock in the dim light. He was also hard and his cock was coated with
their spendings. Ralph crawled away in search of Angela as his mother, her
back to me, watched him go.
Joan wasn't expecting me so soon and issued a small cry of surprise
as I wrestled her to the floor and lowered myself on top of her back. My
cock was pressed into the crack of her ass and my head was next to hers.
"Was I too rough with your daughter?" I asked, my voice deep,
into her ear.
"She was a virgin," she whispered after moving her head to the
same side as mine.
I moved my knees, pushing her thighs apart, and felt my slick cock
worm its way between her cheeks, down to what I hoped was her anus.
"Oh, but she wasn't," I said quietly into her ear. "Ralph had already
popped her cherry."
I felt Joan shift beneath me, moving her knees up on either side of
her body. This spread her ass cheeks more and gave me a little better
angle.
"Just like Bill has popped yours," I said.
"You had your chance," she whispered. "You could have had me
first. I wouldn't have been able to stop you that day in the kitchen."
"You weren't ready," I said and brought myself up on my elbows. I
could hear the soft moans from elsewhere in the room that told me that
Sophie and Angela were getting corked as I waited to do the same to the
woman who was carrying my child.
"Jake," I heard and lowered my head down again. I kissed her neck
then bit softly on her shoulder, keeping a pinch of her skin between my
teeth. "I wanted you to take me there after watching you with Sophie...
that was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen."
Keeping my teeth around the flesh of her shoulder I braced myself
and pushed my greasy cock forward. I didn't succeed until Joan shifted
beneath me and pushed back, and my cock popped past her sphincter and
an inch or two into her ass.
"Oh, Daddy, mmmm... fuck me," I heard from Sophie across the
room. Ralph and Angela were grunting and groaning as well, as he
experienced his first butt-fuck. I drove forward into Joan's tight ass,
another two or three inches. The enema she had taken had left an oily
lubricant behind and it took only one more long hard push before I was
fully buried in Joan's ass.
"Oh, God," she said between clenched teeth. "Stop... let me get
used to it."
I left me cock where it was and chewed on Joan's neck and
shoulder. Then I slowly withdrew my cock as Joan moaned into the
carpet. I kept my cock an inch or so inside and waited until I felt her body
adjust under me, bracing herself so she could push back against me. I
drove into her again, taking two tries before I corked her fully. The next
time I got all the way in one steady, slow thrust while she groaned.
"I'm glad I... waited," she said, breathing hard.
At that moment the TV came alive, showing Bill Patterson as he
steadily fucked the bound Angela's ass. I rose above Joan and locked my
arms and felt her adjust her body around the cock that impaled her. I
began fucking her slowly but steadily, watching the video of Angela and
also the live sex of the others in the room. Ralph's body was nicely
illuminated as he knelt behind his younger sister, his hands on her hips, and
drove his cock back and forth in her ass. It must have been eerie for him to
be watching her image on the screen being similarly treated by his dad.
Sophie's face was filled with lust as her dad fucked her ass.
Ralph came first as might be expected, but he gave Angela plenty of
warning and she reached back and fingered herself and came before Ralph
had finished dumping his load into her depths. Sophie came when her dad
began squirting his cum into her bowels. Joan and I came a minute later
when the scene on the video had changed and it was I fucking my cock into
Angela's tight little rear.
- o -
The next day, Sunday, was the first and only time I ever felt hung
over from too much sex. I slept until nine, which was unheard of and
caused me to miss breakfast. When I did finally stumble downstairs only
Cathy was still at home. Dad and Jack had left to work on the house.
Marion was at her apartment, packing.
"You look like shit, Jake," said Cathy. "I'd hate to see what your
red-headed bitch looks like."
I was too numb to reply. I sat drinking a cup of instant while Cathy
babbled on about a young law associate who took her out the night before.
"A real charming man," she said after going on for a while, and she
patted my hand for emphasis. "Gave me a nice good night kiss after
blowing at least a hundred on dinner at a French Restaurant."
I took another sip of hot coffee, hoping she'd go away.
"Say, Jake... we're alone this morning. You wanna---"
I just looked at her and groaned.
"Geeze," she said, "Is Sophie still alive?"
- o -
Dad took half a day off work on Monday, that stretched into the
entire day as he dealt with the electrician, the plumber, another inspector
and started the carpenter on the first-floor room changes. Jack, Jill and I
began the hot, tedious work of scraping the old peeling paint from the
exterior walls. It was a typically brutal summer day in Virginia, well into
the nineties and humid. Jack and I wore only shorts and sneakers, and Jill
added a tee shirt that was soon drenched in sweat.
We ran the hose over each other every hour or so to cool off. It
was after Jack showered Jill with the cool water and her tee stuck to her
body that I realized that my future sister had tits. They were small mounds
but were noticeable and they reminded me of my promise to Marion that I'd
talk to her. When we broke for lunch I made an excuse and walked up to
the third floor. It took me a while but I figured out how Jill was spying on
Jack and I. For some reason the heating vents on the third floor were on
the walls, just above the baseboards. I went into the next room and into it's
closet and found that the heating duct had been removed. She could easily
hear what went on in the next room and if she knelt she could see through
the grate and get an eyeful.
Jack ran an errand for Dad after lunch, leaving Jill and I resting
under the elm tree, drinking iced tea. I'd been struggling to find a way to
broach the subject with the least embarrassment to Jill and in a way that
didn't compromise her mother's disclosure.
"Do you have any questions for me?" I asked, then kicked myself
for this dumb start.
"No," she said. "I think I'm getting the hang of it."
"Actually, um, not about the work. You're doing great."
"About what?" she asked.
I paused, unsure about where to go with this, and she smiled at me.
"Mom's got you worried, right? About the questions I asked her?"
"Well, yeah," I said, realizing I had failed to keep her mom's
conversation with us a secret.
She chuckled and said, "I've learned more about sex these last two
weeks than mom could ever tell me. I asked her about... those things...
well, I guess I was jerking her chain. Just to see her get embarrassed."
"Oh," I said. "What worries me is how you've learned "those
things"."
She hardly blushed at all. "That's easy. I watched you and Sophie.
And Jack and Wendy, and that time when you pretended to be Jack and---"
"Okay, okay," I said. "I get the picture. Please don't do that again,
Jill. It's not fair to us and it... well, it worries Marion."
"How 'bout if I watch and don't ask her any more questions?" she
said, her mouth set in an impish grin.
"Shit, girl, you want I should tape it?" I said and she laughed.
"Jake, I appreciate your point. I shouldn't become a peeping tom.
I'll stop." The impish grin returned and she added, "besides, I'm not sure
there's anything new I can see, unless you're gonna bring someone new up
there."
She laughed and I couldn't help but join her.
"I'll let you know," I said, and we laughed again.
"I'm glad we had this little talk," she said, in a perfect imitation of
Marion.
We went back to work. I wasn't sure if I'd done any good but was
convinced that I hadn't made it worse. She was the most adult twelve year-
old I'd ever encountered in the sense that she knew what she wanted, and
just did it, or said it, and she had a real nose for bullshit.
"Say, Jake," she said after we'd been scraping for a half-hour.
"Yeah," I said, my mind on my work.
"What ever happened to you being a one-woman man?" she asked,
and I recalled saying those exact words to her a week or so before. I
looked at her sternly but I couldn't pull it off and she threw back her head
and laughed. I laughed along with her, thinking how strange it was that I
described myself that way. Since that "one-woman man" comment, I'd
fucked Joan and Angela Patterson, Wendy and my sister Cathy.
"You misunderstood me, you little squirt," I said, softening the
edge with a smile. "What I meant was one woman at a time."
"Ahhh," she said with exaggerated understanding.
"There's no other woman around now," she said, "and the third
floor's free. Will I do?"
I looked at her with genuine surprise on my face. She took one
look at my face and broke out laughing again.
When she was quiet again I said, "Y'know, I would, but I don't
think I can do it anymore without someone watching. It adds a certain live
performance excitement to an otherwise pedestrian duty."
She chuckled and said, serious this time, "I had decided that it
would be either Jack or Ralph for my first time. I'd written you off as too
devoted to Sophie. Now you're back on the list of potentials. Sorry."
She said this in a completely matter-of-fact tone, and I put my tools
down and turned to face her. She ignored me and continued to scrape, her
face looking smug. I moved behind her and brought my hands up to her
ribs, tickling her. She screamed and tried to fend me off but I was too
strong and proceeded to tickle her until she lay gasping on the ground, her
eyes filled with tears.
When she recovered her breathing I knelt next to her and said, "I
mean this is all seriousness, Jill. Jack and I like you a lot. We're gonna
love having you as our sister. What we're not gonna do is take your
twelve-year old body up to the third floor and make love to you."
I straddled her and held her hands in mine against the ground. "I'm
not gonna kid you, 'cause you can read me like a book. I'd enjoy fucking
you as much as anyone I know, Sophie and Wendy included."
I lowered my head and took her tiny budding breast in my mouth,
sucking it through her tee shirt. I bit her nipple between my teeth and then
released it, looking back into her amazingly perceptive hazel eyes. She was
excited by my treatment of her breasts but still completely within herself.
"I'd enjoy fucking you and I'm damn sure Jack and Ralph would
too. But It's not gonna happen... not because we're paragons of virtue.
You know better than that about Jack and me, and I'm hear to tell you that
Ralph is cut from the same cloth. It shouldn't happen because Miss Jillian
Williams is just about the smartest fuckin' twelve-year old I've ever met.
Any guy who'd take a girl your age to bed is an asshole. A jerk. And if
you push it, you'll catch one of us at a weak moment and we'll do it. You'll
have the experience but you'll be turning one of us into an asshole.
Someone you'll grow to despise, and for good reason."
"You'll remember your first time for the rest of your life, Jill. Make
it with someone you love. In a couple of years, maybe sooner, you'll be
ready and you'll find the right guy. My guess is he won't be ugly like Jack
and I, or a Nintendo junkie like Ralph. You'll have your pick of anyone.
Anyone."
She looked up at me with wet eyes. I realized that I'd been pressing
her hands into the turf and released them. She rubbed her wrists and
continued to study me.
"I guess it's out of the question, me getting laid this summer," she
said.
"No one can stop you, sis... but I'd wait if I were you."
"If I told you that I didn't want to. If I asked you to take me up to
the third floor, right now?"
"I'd say no... today. Tomorrow too. But maybe next week you'd
look so good to me and my cock would get the better of me and I'd say
yes. Or Jack would. Or Ralph. But is that what you'd want?"
"I'm not sure," she said. "And that's unusual with me."
"Damn straight," I said and smiled at her.
She laughed and said, "You're missing something, Jake. I know
that you're saying, that boys who'd fuck a twelve year old, just 'cause she's
twelve, are sick. And I understand that I could catch you or Jack at a weak
moment, and you'd do it to me. But I'd never hold it against you... I'd
never despise you. I know you like sex. It's part of what you are."
She looked up at me, her eyes still wet. My heart melted looking at
this precocious twelve year old who got an early and eye-popping
introduction to sex.
"I do," I said. "I really do. And I hope that you enjoy sex as well
as I do. But I'm sitting on a pretty girl who happens to be a fuckin' genius,
near as I can tell, and I'm really looking forward to having her as a younger
sister. I'd really like to be the kind of brother who you trust enough to
tell
about your first experience... and not the kind who shares it with you."
Her eyes got even wetter and she said, "I love you, Jake."
I reached down and tickled her ribs, chanting, "Like a brother!"
She squirmed from under me, kneeing me in the groin as she escaped.
When I recovered and rose to my feet she stood six feet away with the
running hose in her hand, smiling sadistically as she prepared to douse me.
I stood up straight and raised my eyebrows suggestively. "Third
floor?" I said just before she pressed her thumb against the water and
blasted me directly in the face. She followed me as I tried to escape,
keeping the water on me as I dodged left and right, running until she ran
out of hose and I was free.
I was completely drenched when I focused my eyes and saw Marion
getting out of her car at the curb. She looked from me to her daughter,
amusement on her face. I stood and waited for her to reach the curb.
"Hi, Jake," she said. "What's going on."
"Well, I had that conversation with Jill. About sex."
"Oh?" she said.
"Your daughter is a maniac," I said and quickly grabbed Marion,
pulling her into arms and up against my soggy chest.
"Let me down!" she cried, but I carried her struggling body with me
as I walked back to within range of Jill's hose. I didn't let Marion go until
the two of us were completely and thoroughly drenched from Jill's spray.
- o -
Wendy came over later that afternoon, looking for Jack. Her eyes
were red from crying and I feared that her parents had found out about her
having sex. She found Jack inside and they went up to the third floor. I
didn't find out what was wrong until much later after we dropped Jill off at
Marion's apartment and were heading home.
"She's moving away," he said. "Her father's being transferred to
Chicago."
"Oh, shit," I said. "I'm really sorry."
We drove home in silence. Cathy was fixing dinner when we got
home, and Jake shared the news with her. She gave him a big hug.
"I'm sorry for you, Jack, and for Wendy. But the good news is you
have me to tide you over until you find a new girlfriend. God knows I need
it. I'm still waiting for Greg to move past kissing."
Jack and I got cold drinks and went into the family room.
"There's another good side to this," he said, smiling sardonically.
"She wants to try anal sex."
"Oh? That's great."
"And she wants to try a four-way, with you and Sophie."
"No kidding?" I said, grinning. I felt a stab of guilt profiting from
his loss, but the image in my mind of Sophie and Wendy making love
thrilled me. And I hoped she'd like anal sex so I could fuck Wendy that
way when and if this happened.
- o -
Work on the house continued. Almost all the plumbing fixtures
were replaced with new ones, and a half bath was installed on the ground
floor. The wiring and heating work was pretty much completed. It was
time to put up new wallboard.
The carpenter Dad had hired was an ex-con who's stint in jail for
manslaughter was shortened by Dad's testimony at the sentencing hearing and
in front of the parole board. He had killed someone in a bar fight that was
started by the other guy. Since his release from jail, Ben had been to AA
religiously and was determined to make good.
I worked as his assistant putting up the wall board on walls and
ceilings. We started on the first floor and made rapid progress. Jill, Jack
and an ever-changing crew of friends worked on the exterior. A labyrinth
of ladders and scaffoldings were now set up around two of the four sides of
the house.
Jack delayed his taking of Wendy's anal cherry until this work was
completed. There were too many people around and Dad insisted that Jack
supervise the work closely, rightfully worried that some kid would be
fooling around and fall. Besides, Jack wanted to have enough time to do it
right.
One day he had his chance and took it. In was a Thursday and the
exterior preparation was complete but the specially ordered paint wouldn't
arrive until Friday. The ragged crew was dismissed and Jill came inside to
help Ben and I with the first floor work. Jack arranged everything with
Wendy to come over that afternoon. The brought a box from home that
included Cathy's two anal vibrators, an enema kit and lubricating
jelly.
Jack told me what happened afterward. They went upstairs,
stripped and made love the usual way. Jack brought her into the now-
updated third floor bath and gave Wendy an enema, adding a special oil to
the warm water that filled her bowels. After she had released the second
filling they went back to the bedroom. Jack fucked her first with the thin
anal dildo then with the thicker one and she came when he turned on the
vibrating switch and fucked the humming shaft in and out of her virgin ass.
He coated his cock with lubricant and found it surprisingly easy to
cork her. He told me that Wendy went nuts as he slowly fucked his cock in
and out, using her fingers to play with her cunt, cuming twice before he
exploded in her ass. She asked him to take her again an hour later, this
time urging him to fuck her faster, harder. He told me he fucked her ass as
hard and fast as he did Cathy's, spanking her and calling her names as he
did.
- o -
I called Sophie that night, to broach the subject of a four-way with
Wendy and Jack. When she picked up the phone I knew from her
breathing and strained voice the something was up. I asked her what was
happening.
"I hope you don't mind, Jake," she said, breathless, "but the little
slut, Angela, is eating me right now." She explained in chopped sentences
that she was sitting up against the headboard of her parent's bed, and that
Angela was lying with her mouth busy at Sophie's cunt, and with her ass
was in the air, getting reamed by Ralph.
Given the setting, it wasn't hard to sell her on the idea of the four-
way.
Jack and Dad were watching the news when I finished the call with
Sophie. I flashed Jack the thumbs up sign and then went upstairs, highly
aroused from my call with Sophie. I found Cathy in her nightgown, sitting
on her bed doing her nails. Without saying a word I took off my robe and
pulled my Jockey's off. She had just finished the last nail and was holding
her fingers out to dry. I climbed up on the bed, straddled her, and held her
head in my hands. While she held her hands out to the sides, the fingers
splayed to allow the polish to dry, I stared into her blue eyes and fucked
her face until I came.
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