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****

It was Saturday morning.  Tim liked to sleep late.  And because he was at that
age of growth spurts, his poor body was exhausted all the time and he really
needed his sleep.  But it was almost 10.  His sister Sara, whom everyone called
Blackie because of her enormous pile of long, thick and lustrous hair, came in
to his bedroom and yelled "Wake up Tim, it's late!"

Tim had slept under the sheet and had tossed the blankets aside as it was the
middle of summer and ghastly hot at nights.  He groaned as he rolled over onto
his back.  

Blackie smiled knowingly at the tent in the sheet where it draped over Tim's
bare hip.  She knew what that was, oh yes.  Tim was perfectly flagrant about it
despite her being his little sister because, he said, "you're too young for it
to be a problem."  Well, just because Tim was all of a whopping thirteen years
old did not mean his much younger sister Blackie lacked physical feelings of
her own.  Maybe her sheets didn't bulge out in the morning like Tim's but the
constant churning in her pussy was just as intense as Tim's more visible
predicament.

"I see you have your morning bow-ner," she said, drawling out the word
mockingly.  Tim got hardons quite often nowadays and Blackie helped him with
them.  Their mom knew the kids fooled around.  She didn't care.

"Yeah," Tim yawned, sitting up, flinging the sheet aside and standing up.  He
always slept nude.  His cock was good sized, about seven inches, and stood up
practically against his flat belly.  He scratched his balls.  "So, whaddya
going to do with it?" he asked.

"Oh, jerk it I suppose," Blackie said as if she hadn't given it much thought.

"I kind of want a blowjob," Tim suggested.

"Blowjobs cost," Blackie countered.  

Tim was horny as hell and stroking his cock.  He offered her 25 cents from his
allowance, and Blackie held out for a half dollar.  Frustrated, Tim gave in,
going over to his pants and picking them off the floor to fish out two
quarters.  Just to show his annoyance with having to pay, he made a big
production of bringing his worn jeans up to his nose and sniffing the seat.
"This better be good," he snorted, "And you swallow it, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, what do you think I'm going to spit it out?" Blackie retorted.
"Now get on the bed and let me suck it."

"Do it this way," Tim suggested, moving her around so her mouth was on his cock
and her little butt was up to his face.  He lifted up her dress and found she
had, as usual, forgotten her panties.  Darn, for a girl her age she had a very
poor memory about basic things like putting on clothes!  He started licking her
asscrack and hole.  Blackie really liked that.  In fact, if she weren't such a
little slut, she'd have sucked her brother for nothing, but she liked the idea
of getting paid for sex.  Their mother worked as a waitress but made most of
her money as a whore and Blackie wanted to follow in her mother's footsteps.

Blackie ran her tongue round her brother's cockknob, tickling the tiny ridges,
and licked the thin strip of stretched skin connecting the underside of his
shaft with the knob.  Then she speared his cock halfway into her mouth and
swirled her tongue around it while cranking his shaft with her hand in the
opposite direction her tongue was going.  This technique always drove her
brother bugnuts.  With her other hand she gently caressed his hot balls,
feeling how full they were.  She knew she was going to get a bellyful this
morning!

Meanwhile, Tim was kissing Blackie's tight little butt, squeezing her cheeks,
nibbling on the little roll of fat where her buttocks merged with her thighs.
He loved his sister's ass and dreamed of fucking it.  So far the two of them
had never fucked, just sucked and masturbated each other.  Blackie was very
aroused and her cunt was slick.  Tim put a finger in there and wiggled it
around.  When they'd first started playing around Tim, not knowing what he was
doing, accidentally broke Blackie's cherry with his finger.  It didn't hurt her
but the small amount of blood scared the shit out of both of them, until their
mother explained it to them--nearly falling off her chair laughing about it.

Blackie opened her mouth wider and slid more of his cock in her, pushing her
head down until her nose was poking the underside of his balls.  Which reminded
her, it was time for her brother to get a shave again.  Pubic hair in her nose
made her sneeze and his hair was especially wiry.  He looked better bare
anyway, and his cum wasn't as messy and hard to wash off.  Blackie had Tim's
dickhead in her throat now and was doing what their mother told them was "deep
throating".  This was a super feeling for Tim, but Blackie knew the trick was
to time her head movements so that she had his cock on her tongue when he began
to squirt.  That way she could taste it rather than just have it shoot down her
gullet.  

Tim's finger in her cunt and tongue in her butthole was driving the little
nymphet crazy, and she quivered when the first orgasm hit.  Tim loved to bring
his sister off like this, and thought the smell from her cunt was like a flower
opening in the sun, the way it just wafted out from her cum, such a delicate
smell, and the taste so sweet, so very sweet and fresh.  

Tim was very close to cumming.  Lately, he'd taken to just cumming and not
saying anything, not even panting or groaning.  This started when Blackie had
spied on Tim with his buddy Con (short for Conrad).  They were out in the back
yard and thought no one else around and were comparing dicks, jacking off.
They came at almost the same moment, Tim loud and swearing as he splattered
against the side of the shed, but Con was tight-lipped and even though his
nostrils flared like a horse, he made no sound.  "Hey man," Con said afterward,
"You act like your cum controls you, man.  It's more mature if you control it,
not the other way around.  You shouldn't make so much noise."

Ever since then Tim was inclined just to explode and the first few times
Blackie had wound up frustrated at either not getting to taste it properly, or
wasting a lot of it when it flew off at the wrong angle so she couldn't collect
it off his belly and chest.  By now though she was so experienced with her
brother's equipment she knew just when he was going to blow.  She could even
tell just by looking at his balls.  

In silence, Tim with his lips puckered to her butthole, he ejaculated.  Blackie
lightly squeezed his balls like a turkey baster.  His load was thick and
plentiful.  It had a certain tartness that was typical of his morning load,
laced with urea.  

Tim's head fell back, Blackie rolled off him, licking him clean after
swallowing his sperm.  "Fuck, that was worth it," Tim sighed.  

She got on all fours and straddled him again with her head over his, letting
her massive hair fall in his face, and kissed him, letting him taste a bit of
himself (as she could taste and smell her butthole).  "I want you to jerk off
into my hair tonight," she declared.  "And I want you to shave."

He grinned.  "Okay, Blackie, it's a deal.  Now, I gotta get up, so skedaddle,
okay?"

Blackie got off the bed and rearranged her dress and gave a little shimmy with
her cute butt, and walked out.  Even though she'd cum quite a lot, she was
still horny, so she stopped by her room and played with her clit for awhile.
Then she put on some panties and changed into jeans and a T shirt and went out
to visit her friend Emma.    

****

Tim was obsessed with sex and desperate to start fucking.  His sister's
handjobs and blowjobs helped him maintain his sanity but with all the semen he
was manufacturing he knew he'd burst soon if he didn't find a girl to fuck.
His good buddy Con was in the same predicament and together they constantly
fantasized on how it might happen.  Usually they talked about Con's fourteen
year old sister Missy.  Missy was hot.  She had peach-size tits and a tight
waist and a round firm butt and wore the tightest jeans she could zip up.

Missy was a notoriously easy lay, according to what Con had heard from older
boys.  He knew she was on the pill and had a diaphragm too and she was going
out on dates as often as her mother would let her.  Sometimes the boys that
showed up were high school age, even older.  Con noticed too that sometimes
there were a couple of other boys hiding in the back seat of the car when Missy
went out with her beau.  He found it very exciting to consider she wasn't just
putting out but doing it with two or three guys in a night.  

One night Tim stayed over at Con's house and about eleven o'clock Missy came
back home.  The boys heard the car down at the end of the driveway, and some
laughter, and a couple minutes later the kitchen door creaked open and Missy
came in as quietly as she could.  They were hiding in Con's darkened bedroom,
with the door ajar, pretending they were in bed.  Carol, Con's mother, was
sound asleep.  Missy walked up the stairs with her feet dragging.  Tim almost
yelled when he saw that she was topless, carrying her shirt in her hand.  No
bra.  Her perfect tits glistened with what appeared to be sperm.  

She sniffed and seemed to be crying.  Con was mesmerized by his sister's
breasts but at the same time felt a brotherly concern for her.  Had something
gone wrong on her date?

The boys went back to their bunk beds and whispered in the dark, talking about
fucking Missy up the ass and cunt.  A few minutes later Missy knocked lightly
on Con's door and opened it.  "Con, wake up, please," she said, trying to
project her voice but not make noise.

Con sat up and turned on the night light and Missy saw Tim.  She hadn't
realized Tim was staying overnight.  Missy was in her night shirt now, and it
hung down to her knees.  Tim realized she had really nice legs; her calves were
lithe and muscled.

"Hi, Missy," Con said, "What's up?"

"Oh, it's okay, I didn't know you had Tim over," Missy replied.  "Maybe some
other time.  I wanted to talk about something, but that's okay."  She made
ready to leave and Con sat up in the bottom bunk.  "No, that's okay.  Tim's my
friend, we can talk in front of him.  What's the matter?"

Missy considered, finally sat down on his desk chair.  "It was my date," she
announced.  "Damn," she muttered.

Missy said, "I'll be right back," and she left the room.  A couple minutes
later she returned with a small ashtray and a pack of Doral Menthols.  "You
wanna cigarette, either of you?" she offered.

Tim climbed off his bunk and took a seat on the floor and said, "Sure."  Con
sat up on his bed and took one too.  

"Oh, I don't know, I just need someone to talk to," Missy began.  She sucked on
the cigarette and exhaled a plume of smoke.  She coughed quietly and choked
back some phlegm.

"Damn men!" she said.  "Sorry, guys, I don't mean you.  Fuck."

She was really distraught and Con got up and kissed her cheek and said in a
brotherly way, "Tell us about it Missy.  I don't want to see you be unhappy.
What happened?"

After a moment she said, "You guys fucking yet?"  The question was so out of
the blue neither boy spoke, finally Con said, "Well, not yet."  He went on
brightly, "Hope to soon, though!"

"Yeah," Tim agreed, puffing on his Doral, trying not to cough.

"Well, I hope you guys don't turn out to be fuckers like these assholes I was
out with tonight were," Missy spat angrily.  "Fucking pigs.  Absolute jerks."

Con said, "Missy, tell us what happened.  Maybe you'll feel better if you share
it.  Tim won't tell anybody, I won't either."

Tim nodded, feeling his cock get hard again.

"Well, you know the guy I went with tonight, his name is Phil and he's a junior
at the college.  I think Mom would kill me if she knew I was going with a guy
that old.  Well, he doesn't pick me up here, it's his younger brother Mark that
Mom thinks I'm dating.  Mark picks me up, we drive out to his house.  He shares
it with six other college guys."

She stubbed out her cigarette and lit another.  "Tim, you know where my room
is?"

"Yeah, sure, down there," he said, gesturing.  

"Would you go get my purse?" she asked him.  "It's on my dresser."

"Okay, sure," Tim agreed, happy for the diversion.  He hoped she didn't see his
pecker poking out his shorts and made sure by sidling past her with his back to
her.  Damn, he should have put on his T-shirt, he realized, but it was too
late, tossed on the floor behind him.

When he came back with Missy's surprisingly heavy purse she was saying, "and
every single one of them fucked me.  I couldn't believe it, I never did
anything like that.  I never even got a chance to sit up, practically.  Wham
bam thank you maam!"  She shook her head in disgust.

"So, what's so bad with that, sis?" Con asked both concerned and puzzled, "I
mean you like sex, you said, right, so I don't quite get it."

Missy sniffed and thanked Tim for the purse.  "Here, you guys want something to
drink?  I got plenty of that, I'll give those guys that much, they didn't short
on the little airline bottles.  And here, here's a small bag of coke.  And two
joints."  She emptied out her purse on the floor.  

"I'd like a jay," Tim said.

He was getting really turned on hearing Missy talk about getting fucked. He'd
had marijuana a couple times and liked it, and after smoking Dorals he figured
why not?

Missy took out one of the joints and looked around in a paranoid way.  "Hey
Con, stick you underwear or pants against the door.  Tim, open that window."

She got ready to light up then said, "Wait, you have incense right?  And
candles?  Let's get them going."

When all was set she lit the joint.  It was real fat and burned slow.  They
passed it around.  Missy got high fast, as she was already a little drunk.  Tim
was pretty straight until it was almost gone, as was Con.  When she carefully
put it out and saved the stub, they were all quite thoroughly ripped, and Missy
was raspy from the smoke, and struggled to suppress a giggle.  Con and Tim were
in an expansive relaxed state.  

Con said, "We saw you when you came in.  You had your shirt off and your tits
looked like they were covered in cum."

Missy nodded, found her voice.  "Fuckers.  Eight of them. Fucking assholes."

Then she chuckled.  

The boys were flying now and sufficiently uninhibited that they made no effort
to hide their boners.  Missy looked indifferently at their bulging shorts and
went on, "There was this one guy they called Mr. Potato Head, and he had the
biggest fattest face I ever saw.  Not ugly, just a big head.  He must weigh
about two hundred pounds, and when it was his turn he wanted to fuck my ass.  I
don't do that much, Con, it really hurts like hell, even though it makes me
cum.  But when I saw how big his dick was I said 'No way!' and then he grabbed
me and held me down and shoved it in anyway.  And all the other guys including
my date stood around laughing and calling me a slut and stuff."

"How big was his cock?" Con wanted to know.  Tim thought, man if she was my
sister I'd be asking her something else, such as "Do you want to fuck now?"

"Con, it was huge.  Had to be at least a foot long.  It almost killed me. 
Look," she said, "Look at this," and she shrugged her shoulders and tugged on
her nightshirt, letting it drop down, falling to her waist.  Her beautiful
breasts were bare in the candlelight.  "She this?" she asked, pointing to her
left breast.  There were tooth marks around her nipple.  "That was Jack, he's
kind of the 'club president' of the house.  He told me he was a werewolf and
was going to bite my tits off.  Damn near did, too!"

Missy went on to tell the boys about getting fucked over twenty times, in the
mouth, ass and cunt, boys spraying cum on her face and tits, passing her around
like a box of pizza, everybody to get more and more slices.  Finally she ended
her story, and she felt a lot better, now that they had snorted the bag of coke
and smoked the other joint.  They were all so stoned they could barely focus.
But they talked quietly, their sense of hearing as exaggerated as the Usher
family, like in the old Vincent Price film.

Tim's cock was hard, it had been hard for the past two hours, and it stuck out
quite plainly from the pouch of his briefs.  Con wore boxers, and his cock was
equally aroused and openly displayed.  Missy had been checking out her brother
and his best friend and realized she'd been sitting there with her tits bare,
so she stood up and stepped out of the nightshirt and sat on it, bare-assed
naked.  "There, is that better for you?" she asked them with a naughty smile.
The boys stared at her almost hairless pussy and her red swollen pussy lips.

"Yep, it works for me!" Tim giggled.

"The worst part is, I wanted more!" she said at last. "I just can't help it
Con, I just have to get fucked all the time."   She hung her head dejectedly.

"I wish I could fuck," Tim finally said, looking at her sorrowfully.  He felt
really bad for her.  But at the same time, listening to her describe her being
gang raped by eight guys, he was so crazed with desire he could have fucked the
wall socket.  

"Me too," Con agreed.  "I wish I could fuck you, Missy."

Missy snorted, her head drooping, and said, "Might as well, everybody else
does.  Class Slut.  Eighth grade party girl.  That's what my social studies
teacher called me."

Tim moved closer to her and boldly put his hand to her cunt.  It was sopping
wet.  Missy sat up straight and looked at him.  Her eyes burned.  Eyes locked
together she reached instinctively to his dick and grabbed it tight.  Con rose
up and stood next to his sister, offering his cock.  She took it in her mouth
and lay back on the floor.  Tim got between her legs.  

***

Blackie waited until her mother had gone to work and put in the latest video
from Carol's collection.  It was called "Butt Fucking Bi-Amateurs".  A six hour
epic.  Blackie knew that meant poor sound quality and frequent sticking.  She
got some microwave popcorn and sat down to watch.  Blackie never tired of these
bi films that Carol had.  There were so many, Carol even had a few all male
films.  Those were real turn ons.

Though they were called "bi" in fact almost every single 5 minute segment
showed a guy fucking another guy up the butt, usually preceeded by some oral
foreplay.  The women actors had tiny parts, in fact in one or two the only
thing bi about it was the mention of a woman's name.  Blackie frigged herself
for hours on end. 

She kept thinking about her brother Tim, how nice it would be to have his cock
inside her.

****

"God, Tim, feel how wet!" Con marvelled, his fingers in Missy's twat.  Tim's
finger was up Missy's butthole.  "This is pretty slick too," he said.  "Mmmph,"
Missy sighed, her mouth on Tim's cock.

"She's been fucked full," Tim noted. 

"This is so weird," Missy finally said, lifting her face off Tim's cock.  "I'm
fucking blasted!" she snorted.  She reached over to her purse and grabbed the
bag of cocaine.  It was pretty full considering, wrapped tight with a rubber
band.  She figured about 10 snorts.  Con meanwhile was sorting out the bottles
of alcohol, putting two whiskeys to his side, giving his sister two vodkas and
Tim two bourbons.  

"Let's get really fucked up," Tim suggested.

"Yeah," Con agreed.

****

"Yeah!  Fuck that asshole!" Blackie moaned as she fingered herself to the
videotape.  It showed a superbly endowed guy fucking another guy up the butt
while his "girlfriend" sat off to the side reading a magazine.   Carol plodded
in just then, her ass dripping from her last truck stop visit.  Most of the
truckers were ass only men.   When she saw her daughter friggering herself,
Carol got hot.  Real hot. 

****

Tim's eyeballs hurt.  He was so fucking stoned he couldn't believe he was still
awake.  All he knew for sure was his cock was in Missy's cunt and she was
yammering for him to fuck her.

****

Carol held her left breast by the nipple and put it to Blackie's cunt.  Blackie
fucked on it like it was a cock......

****

"I'm gonna cum!" Con cried out.

****

"It's okay, Mom, it's okay," Blackie said cradling her mother's head to her
flat chest, where Carol hungrily sucked her daughter's nipples.  "I like it
too!"

****

"Me too!"  Tim bawled, feeling his dick spurt into Missy's asshole.  He loved
how it felt with his cock pressing against his friend's through Con's sister's
magnficent ass-cunt.  Both boys were delighted by all the squishy sperm that
made her loose enough to fuck good.

****

Blackie explained her plan to her mother.  How they could coax their brother
into a nice fuck.  The first for Blackie.  As far as she knew, the first for
Tim.

****

The kids were so loaded they all passed out.  The next morning they puked.
Then fucked again.  






  

 


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