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Sex with Cindy (MF)
by Will Capehart Brown (LIBERTYES@prodigy.net)
10/23/97

***

Cindy carefully removed her clothing, wiggling as though doing a strip
tease while watching herself approvingly in the mirrow. She shivered in
the summer coolness of the tiled bathroom.  Ted, on his belly in the
dark attic above, squinted through his secret peep hole and was
delighted to see the most desirable parts of his sister's body
highlighted by white skin as panties and bra dropped to the floor,
revealing intimate places unkissed by the sun.  Ted groaned softly as
Cindy stretched and stepped seductively into the tub of sparkling
water.  When her lovely body came to rest, he could plainly see her
black bush shimmering in slow motion beneath the surface.  

Ted, now naked, stroked his throbbing cock as he gazed at her luscious
body and the cunt at her center.  His hand moved faster and cum began
sqirting in powerful jets.  And as fate would have it, one of those jets
of cum sailed right through a hole and spattered onto Cindy's face.

     She knew he was there.  The plaster dust she had found in the
bathtub last Saturday night had caused her to look up for the source. 
There she had discovered several holes drilled in in the ceiling above
the tub.  A short exploring trip up the attic stairs had confirmed her
suspicions.  Still, she was shocked when his cum splattered her face. 
In response, she licked her lips and put her hands on her secret place.

     Cindy was sorely tempted to put on a real show for 13-year- old
Ted.  She knew he had the hots, not for her, but for just any girl. 
However, she remained perfectly still, allowing him plenty of time to
visually explore her body as Miss Lance had suggested.  The thought of
being a sexual object for her brother was not at all repugnant to her
and had not been ever since Miss Lance's lecture on "beneficial
titallation."  Well, if you made 'em cum it must be beneficial!

     "If I had my way," Miss Lance had intoned, "every family would
practice nudism in the privacy of their own home.  It's a crime to force
young boys to learn about females by studying textbooks or looking at
air brushed pictures in a magazine.  If you have a brother, letting him
see you naked is of benefit to him and is a duty for you."  All of the
girls sitting on the gym floor giggled.

     Being a Jodl wasn't easy.  Cindy's dad, Rod Jodl was always on the
make, while her mother, 36-year-old Joan, was considered the most
beautiful woman in Mesa, apparently an ideal mother to Cindy and her
younger brother, but a not-so-happy wife.  

      Cindy, now sixteen, had heard most of the town gossip.  How her
dad had poked it to - or at - just about every desirable girl and woman
in town.   How her mother was hit on as regularly as the town clock
chimed (where there's smoke there must be fire).  But even though she
never gave any man a come on as far as Cindy knew, most of them found it
impossible not to react to her.  They either feared her or fell under
the spell of her mystique, getting hot flushes and unexpected erections
when Joan looked at them.  Women, on the other hand, distrusted her
magnetic personality and dark good looks.  Cindy was a youthful replica
of her mother and had the same problems with boys as mom had with men,
but she enjoyed it.

     Cindy had an idea, but she needed time to think it through.  Just
the thought of it made her smile broadly.  Perhaps this wasn't going to
be such a dreary summer after all! 

If you were writing this, what would Cindy's idea be?  
Any other comments?