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Archive name: harem2.txt (M/F+, inc, family, mc)
Authors name: Dark Dreamer (Address Defunct)
Story title : Jeff's Family Harem - Part 2

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JEFF'S FAMILY HAREM - PART TWO
By Dark Dreamer (Defunct Address)

**

 Jeff watched in the mirror as she bent over her bureau 
and searched in her underwear drawer. He sighed as her 
ass cheeks and pussy were displayed for his inspection. 
Then she straightened a pair of panties, or rather, the 
female version of jockey shorts in her hand.

 They were bright red, with a white elastic on top. Oh, 
it was one of the string bikinis. She looked so fucking 
fantastic, he thought, as she drew them up her legs and 
slid them tight around her crotch and ass.

 She pulled on a matching halter top, then sat down on 
the rug. His breathing quickened: She was going to 
exercise!

 He watched avidly as she began doing sit ups, then 
turned onto her stomach to do some pushups. She got up 
then and moved to the TV, turning on the VCR to some 
Aerobics junk. He was in seventh heaven as she began 
bouncing and moving to the music.

 Then she moved a few feet over and disappeared from 
view. He cursed silently, hoping she'd move back. His 
view of her room wasn't as total as he'd like. Her bed 
blocked out fully half the room, and of course, he 
couldn't see what went on in her bed from this angle.

 He glared at the mirror, thinking of some way to solve 
this problem. He'd long considered drilling a hole in 
the wall that separated their rooms, but couldn't 
figure how to conceal it.

 His eyes flicked upward to the ceiling. Maybe if he 
drilled a small one through from the attic, she 
wouldn't notice it. Nobody ever looked up at the roof 
anyway. If it was clean and neat, maybe in a corner. 
He'd have to look into that.

 He parked the car in his normal spot, waving to a 
couple of guys passing by. As quarterback, not to 
mention, a senior, he had certain privileges, one of 
which was to park his car in a reserved space every 
day.

 He went in through the gym entrance, and made his way 
down to the locker room.

 "Hey man." Mark grinned.

 "Hi."

 "How ya doin'?" John called.

 "Okay."

 "How you and that little sophomore do the other 
night?" he asked Mark. Mark grinned, and leered at him.

 "Tasty little morsel, man. You got to get a piece of 
that."

 "Yeah, well, I'm after Meghan Donnely."

 "That the one with the humongous knockers?" He nodded.

 "You shoulda stayed with Susan. How can you beat 
regular pussy every night?"

 "I got bored with her."

 "Fuck me. He got bored." John said in disgust.

 "You fuck her." Jeff offered.

 "Anytime man."

 "Know who I'd like to do?" Phil Edumd asked, dumping 
his stuff on the floor and opening his locker.

 "No Phil, who'd you like to do?" Mark taunted.

 "That Kelly girl, the new cheerleader."

 "Shit, she's a fuckin' frosh. She's probably about 
fourteen." Mark complained.

 "She's got the best fuckin' body in school man." Phil 
replied.

 "No way."

 "Uh huh."

 "Donna Zachary's got the best bod." John said.

 "She's okay."

 "Know who's got a great little bod?" Steve said, 
sidling up to them. Mark, and Phil looked up at him.

 "Your sister man. Paige." he smirked at Jeff. The 
others diplomatically didn't comment on that. Jeff 
looked up in irritation. Hunter was always trying to 
get a rise out of him.

 "Fuck you man."

 "No really. She's a nine easily, maybe more."

 All of them analyzed the words carefully. According to 
the unwritten, but well known code, a guy would always 
put down his sister, especially a little sister, but 
nobody else could. On the other hand, there were 
certain things that couldn't be said in praise of a 
sister, by anyone.

 Hunter hadn't said anything that was really out of 
line. He hadn't used the kind of descriptions that 
could be taken as hostile, yet. Sisters, even if you 
considered them pains in the ass, as Jeff did Paige, 
had to be defended from crude language, or else the 
brother risked being branded a wimp.

 "She's got great hair, and a cute little face." Hunter 
continued, using up the only real bodily descriptions 
that didn't demand physical retaliation.

 "She's smart too."

 "She's a dumb little bitch." Jeff scowled.

 "And she's got these nice, firm, round little 
titties." Hunter leered. Jeff's face went flat and he 
moved toward Hunter.

 "Whoa, whoa! All right you guys hold it!" Mark 
interposed himself between them.

 "You looking to die Hunter?" Jeff glared.

 "Hey, what'd I say?" he shrugged.

 "Get the fuck out of here Hunter, before we make you 
eat your own jockstrap." John barked. Jeff was trying 
to get around Mark, who kept shoving him back like the 
blocker he was.

 "Not in here man, get him later. You fight in here, 
Coach will have to suspend you for a game." Phil 
hissed. Hunter sauntered away, rounding the corner of 
the lockers.

 "What's with that little asshole?" He flared.

 "I don't know. He's pissed off at something."

 "He's gonna be pissed off with a broken jaw the next 
time he opens his lip to me."

 Allyson slid the panties down her legs and then kicked 
them off. She stood before the mirror naked, evaluating 
her figure. Not bad, she thought. It hardly looked like 
the body of a woman with two teenage kids.

 She turned sideways to see herself in profile. Her 
breasts stuck out straight and proud on her chest, not 
sagging at all. She stood straight, pushing her chest 
out and running her hand down her chest and over her 
flat belly.

 No, not bad at all. Almost unconsciously, her hand 
strayed lower, sliding down across her abdomen, and 
into the thin line of pubic hair at her crotch. God, it 
had been so long since she'd had a man, she sighed.

 It wasn't like she didn't have offers aplenty. She had 
come to fear her own weakness around men though, to 
fear the way she let them dominate her life completely. 
She hadn't accepted many dates in the last few years, 
afraid of being used, and thrown aside again, as she'd 
been several times since Max's death.

 Her hand slid lower, sliding between her legs and 
under her pubic mound. She cupped the soft, pliable 
material, pressing her fingers upward, and experiencing 
the sudden warm burst of sexual heat that swept through 
her as she did.

 That was part of it, she knew. When it came to sex, 
she was easily used. She gave in to whatever men 
wanted, just to experience that hot, glowing burst of 
sensations from between her legs. Some of the things 
she'd allowed them to do could still make her blush 
when she thought about them.

 She'd allowed herself to be drawn into one 
relationship that had gotten heavily into bondage and 
masochism, not really enjoying much of that, but 
unwilling to fight against it.

 You're just weak willed, she sighed. She went over to 
the bed and sat on the edge, then lay back, her legs 
apart.

 Her hand slid down between her legs again, her fingers 
sliding up and down her slit, feeling the warmth there. 
She could sense her body responding, feel the 
fluttering in her belly as her passions ignited.

 She found her clit, and began rubbing it with her 
finger. She pulled her hand upward, slid the digit into 
her mouth, wetting it with her saliva. She eased it 
back against her clit, sliding it back and forth across 
the little hard bud.

 She groaned audibly as the fluttering in her lower 
belly turned into hard, hot churning violence. Her hips 
bucked upward in response.

 Her other hand slid up and down her belly, then moved 
upward to her breasts, sliding around and around her 
right nipple before seizing it between wet fingers and 
rubbing it back and forth.

 Her breathing quickened and she felt the wetness begin 
to leak out of her slit, moistening the fingers working 
over it. Her ass ground into the bed, and her legs 
splayed far apart as she straightened two fingers and 
slid them deep into her hole.

 She whined, feeling the heat building higher and 
higher inside her. Her clit was buzzing and burning as 
she pumped the fingers in and out of her slit, rubbing 
her thumb back and forth across the clitty as she did.

 She arched her back, shoving her fingers hard into her 
pussy, and digging her thumb against the clit. She 
seized as much of her breast meat as she could in her 
other hand and squeezed, feeling hot, electric tension 
multiply inside her as she did so, feeling her warm, 
soft flesh oozing out between and around her small 
fingers.

 She added a third finger to her slit, stabbing them in 
and out quickly now as her passion mounted. Her thumb 
dug deeply into her flesh as it rasped across her 
clitty. She kneaded, and squeezed her breast meat, 
mashing the spongy material, driving her whole body 
into a frenzy of lust.

 Then her back arched once more, her chest going 
higher, her legs spreading wider. Her eyes rolled back 
in her head as her mouth opened in a soundless cry of 
exultation. She came furiously, her vision spinning, 
blurring, her body jerking, and shuddering beneath the 
onslaught of orgiastic sensations.

 Then she collapsed flat on the bed, her hands still, 
three fingers still buried in her twat. Her mind slowly 
calmed down, as her body cooled. Her breathing slowed, 
returned to normal. Her fingers pulled loose of her 
slit, her hand and arms dropping flat on the bed, 
straight out to either side of her weary body.

 Jeff continued to squeeze the last of his sperm out 
the little hole at the tip of his cock. His body was 
still shivering with excitement as he watched his Mom's 
now unmoving form on the bed.

 It was the most... the absolute best... His body 
trembled again, and he squeezed his softening prong.

 He was in her closet, pressed against a crack between 
the door and the frame, not three feet behind her. He 
hadn't intended to see this, though he'd dreamed about 
it. He was simply looking through her closet when he'd 
heard her come down the hall. He'd jumped in and closed 
the door to avoid getting caught and having to think up 
excuses.

 He hadn't believed his luck when she'd stripped and 
started looking at herself in the mirror. When she'd 
started playing with herself, he'd thought he'd been 
dreaming. His prick had bloated out instantly, and he'd 
come against the wall twice now.

 He'd never thought of his Mom as having sexual 
thoughts. That was stupid, he now realized. She was 
still young, why shouldn't he. He'd thought about her 
as a kind of chaste little innocent. Now he wondered 
what else she did without him knowing. Did she meet men 
in bars and go home with them for the evening?

 No. He shook his head. That was stupid. She was here 
every evening and every night. If she was having 
affairs, it was in the daytime. He didn't think so 
though.

 His stupid fantasies about her took on new light to 
him with the realization that she like, craved sex, 
just as he did. If she wasn't getting any, maybe... 
maybe...

 He began to be more and more affected by her now. 
Several times, he'd gotten a hard-on right near her, 
just by looking at her. He thought about that body all 
the time. He couldn't escape it, couldn't think of 
anything else but the need to possess her.

 Two nights later, he was parked over on Perpoint road 
with Meghan Donnely. His left hand was up under her 
sweater, squeezing bare tit as they kissed heavily. His 
passions were boiling and bubbling.

 It wasn't just the feel of Meghan's soft skin against 
his hand that excited him. He was thinking about 
getting his Mom here, about doing this to her, about 
her moaning and sighing like Meghan was.

 His erection was a hot, hard spear between his legs. 
It was shoving against his jeans with enough force to 
tear the fabric. He unsnapped them, then lowered the 
zipper.

 His hand sized Meghan's, pulled it easily across to 
his lap and pushed it down his pants onto his hard, 
throbbing meat. She'd gasped in surprise when she'd 
felt it, and tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let 
her, pushing her hand down deeper, until she'd 
reluctantly closed her fingers around the hot prick and 
squeezed.

 That was all it took too. His cock exploded, throwing 
him back against the seatback as his body shuddered and 
shook in climax.

 Meghan had been both repulsed and flattered that he'd 
gotten so hot on account of her. It made her feel 
flattered and important. It also, of course, made her 
hot.

 When he'd rolled onto her, pulled her sweater up over 
her chest and fastened his mouth around her naked 
breast, she hadn't pushed him away. Her own passions 
were heating up quickly in the dark steamy car. His 
hand slipped into her pants, down over her abdomen to 
her pussy.

 Her normal instinct to slap it away was suborned by 
her emotional excitement and sexual heat, as well as by 
the confusion in her mind caused by the strange 
question: How can I not let him put his hand down my 
pants and feel me when I've just had my hand down his 
pants and felt him? Ignored was the obvious; that he'd 
forced her hand down his pants. She was too confused 
for that.

 His hand reached her groin, and that little hole at 
the center of her crotch. His fingers pressed roughly 
into it, and rubbed hard across her clit. A sudden 
stabbing shock of sexual heat burned through her belly 
all the way to her spine.

 His big hand shoved down on her pants, pushing them 
lower as he stabbed his tongue between her lips. His 
other hand was jerking on his own pants, trying to get 
them lower. They groaned and rolled together in the 
cramped back seat.

 His cock sprang free and pushed against her naked 
belly. She felt it with the shock of an electric wire, 
and her eyes stared down into the darkness, trying to 
spy the hot hard organ.

 He got her pants over her ankle and jerked her left 
leg apart and up onto the back of the seat. "W... 
wait!" she gasped. He crushed her into the seat as he 
positioned his body firmly between her legs. His hand 
gripped his shaft, positioning it at the center of her 
slit. "S... stop... Jeff... ungh... no."

 She wasn't ready for this. It was only her first date 
with him after all. But there was no stopping him. He 
was in position, his cockhead rubbing against her oily 
slit. He ignored her feeble attempts to push him off 
and shoved down with his groin, driving his cockhead 
through her pussy lips and into her cunt.

 She gasped and writhed franticly for a couple of 
seconds, then stopped, accepting the inevitable. His 
cock slid downward, moving further into her body as she 
dropped her hands back onto the seat above her head and 
closed her eyes.

 Jeff jammed the last few inches of his fat cock down 
her silky smooth cunt tunnel, burying himself fully in 
her warm depths. His hands were at her hair and 
breasts, stroking and squeezing her titties as he drew 
her head up to his.

 His mouth locked tightly against hers and their 
tongues intertwined, sliding and dancing together, 
first in her mouth, then back in his, then in hers once 
more. His cock was buried in her, unmoving as he 
reveled in the soft heat of her belly.

 Then he pumped slightly, jerking his body on the seat. 
She grunted in response. He pulled upward, then sank 
back down. Seconds later he began stroking in earnest, 
sliding his oversized fuck tool down her cunt chute 
with steady, irresistible rhythm.

 His prick moved easily within her as his muscular ass 
rose and fell atop her. His hands seized her sweater, 
folded under her arms, and pulled it up, removing it 
entirely. She groaned, in heated confusion as he 
slipped her bra straps off and she was stripped 
totally.

 Her legs closed around his back and her arms slid 
around his neck as she latched her mouth against his 
and humped upward.

 Jeff pulled back, his arms around her waist dragging 
her with him until they were both upright on the seat. 
Her legs and arms were still around him and her breasts 
pushed into his shirt as she ground her crotch down on 
his cock.

 His hands squeezed and kneaded the soft skin of her 
buttocks, sliding over the cheeks, and up and down the 
narrow valley between them.

 In his mind, his hands moved over the perfect rounded 
cheeks of his mother, and the rounded breasts pressed 
against him were hers.

 Meghan began bouncing atop his lap, her cunt sliding 
up and down the length of his stiff cock as he began 
rutting up into her with equal force. His prick was 
pounding into her with almost painful force, drawing 
little groans and cries from her soft lips.

 Her clitty was being rasped and crushed by his cock as 
their fucking speed increased.

 Jeff dropped forward onto the seat again, all but 
squashing the girl beneath him, jamming his prick balls 
deep in her fiery cunt pit. He grabbed her legs from 
around his back, throwing them up on his shoulders and 
hammering his groin into her crotch.

 His cock was a triphammer pistoning into the tightness 
of her moist crotch hole. Her taut buttocks were 
bruised and battered by the force of his lunging, 
fuckstrokes, beaten down by his powerfully muscled 
hips.

 Meghan gasped in dazed excitement. She was squashed, 
bent up and folded down into the yielding seat. Her 
body smashed repeatedly by the heavy mass of his 
powerful plunging body.

 Her cunt was like a hot, wet, sparkling electric 
outlet, shooting harsh jagged bolts of sexual ecstasy 
deep into her belly. Scalding heat flooded through her 
torso, submerging all of her senses as she began 
shivering and quaking in the prelude to ultimate 
release.

 Her head throbbed, and her breath caught as that 
furious fucking tool pounded down into her crotch, 
rutting, and churning in her abdomen, ripping up and 
down her tight, elastic tunnel.

 Then she came, losing all sense of reality as her body 
spasmed and shuddered in the grip of an all consuming 
orgasm. Her mind soared higher and higher, then floated 
slowly down in satiated contentment.

 Jeff's prick continued to slam into her for long 
seconds, driving through the spasming quaking depths of 
her insides until it too pulsed and exploded, sending 
hot waves of sexual release through him. His balls 
sprayed semen down his cock, shooting wads deep into 
her.

 He collapsed atop her, lying there as the both of them 
caught their breath.

 He had already dropped Meghan off at her house and was 
driving home. His eyes gazed idly out the windows at 
the sidewalks as he drove down the quiet street. There 
ahead was a hot looking brunette in a tiny miniskirt. 
His eyes locked on her as he passed, then moved to the 
rear view mirror to admire her front side.

 He turned onto Jefferson, spotted a group of kids 
ahead. Two were males, which he completely ignored, two 
were female. His eyes focused on both as he approached, 
drifted off the brunette wearing a loose skirt, and 
onto the blonde wearing tight, tight, blue jeans.

 She had an incredible ass, tight, round, perfect 
cheeks hugged tightly by the faded denim. She was 
wearing a matching jean jacket, her long hair cascading 
over the collar and down her back.

 Just as he passed, one of the guys slid a hand around 
her waist, then down onto her ass. Lucky fucker, her 
grinned. His eyes moved to the mirror, and a shock ran 
through his system. The blonde was Paige. He stopped 
the sudden urge to stomp on the brakes, continuing on 
for a block before pulling over.

 Who the fuck was that bastard with her? He watched the 
group as they approached, recognizing the narrow face 
and long hair as that of Dave Connors, a notorious pill 
popper from school. He had a couple of classes with 
Connors, and thought he was a dumb fucking asshole.

 He waited till they were beside his car, and honked 
the horn, bending low to look through the side window. 
Connors recognized him, jerking his hand away from 
Paige's ass. Paige rolled her eyes skyward, then 
slouched over to the car.

 "Shouldn't you have been home about two hours ago?" he 
demanded.

 "What are you, my Mother?"

 "Get in the car."

 "Fuck off Jeff, I'm going home soon anyway." Connors 
was diplomatically staying back away from the car. Jeff 
lowered his voice so only she could hear it.

 "You get your little ass in the car or I'm gonna come 
out there and break Connors hand off." Her eyes 
narrowed, and she glared at him angrily.

 "I'll do it." he warned.

 "You think you're so fucking tough." she hissed.

 "Uh huh." She turned to the others.

 "I gotta go." she snarled. She tore open the door and 
dropped into the seat, glaring ahead as the car shot 
forward.

 "Fucking bully." she hissed.

 "Fucking slut." he replied.

 "Eat shit."

 "You want to tell me what you're doing with a fucking 
doper like Connors?"

 "None of your business!"

 "I don't want you hanging around with him. He's bad 
news."

 "I'll hang around with whoever I fucking want to."

 "No you won't." he grinned tightly.

 "Try and stop me."

 "Don't think I can? I can put the word out at school 
that anyone who goes near you dies. How'd you like 
that?" She shook her head in anger.

 "You fucking jocks all think you're so tough!"

 "What do you want with that prick anyway? Are you 
doing drugs?"

 "No I'm not doing drugs." she snarled.

 "Are you fucking him?"

 "Fuck off."

 "Listen you little bitch. You might be able to pull 
your shit with Mom, but you ain't going to with me!"

 "Oh yeah, right. Mr. Brilliant."

 "You're a spoiled little cunt. You know that?"

 "Oh just piss off." she humphed.

Continued in part 3...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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