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FishTank
Thanks to Ray and his compadres, I am delighted to announce that in the next few weeks we will be posting 2 submissions to the FishTank/week. My goal is to spotlight a story written specifically for the anniversary, along with a regular submission that has nothing to do with the anniversary. This week's posts include an anniversary story submitted by Frank McCoy, and 3 flash stories submitted by Selena Jardine.(More about that later.)
When you're a teenager living at home, sometimes it seems like you're living in a fish-tank. Everybody knows every little thing you do. You can't hide; especially when you're thirteen. I suppose it's even worse for my little brother at twelve; while my big brother Mike can almost get away with anything, because he doesn't have to stay here if he doesn't want to. Still, even for him, it's hard to hide what's going on, even in the privacy of our bedroom. In this case, I guess it was my choking on my little brother's stuff that caught Mom's attention, because even the fish in a tank aren't always getting looked at by their owners. I was a little involved with Mike's prick sliding in and out of my cunny, so Jerry's squirting down my throat when I was trying to catch a breath caught me by surprise. My involuntary reaction as I choked and gasped must have been too much for my big brother, as he started squirting inside me just as I managed to recover and gasp for breath. I guess you just cannot help squeeze and milk whatever's in your vagina when you choke like that ... or so Mike assured me later. He said he never felt anything like it. Whatever. I am NOT going to choke myself just to give one of my brothers a thrill while he's fucking me. Mike can just count himself lucky to have been there the one time it happened.
Only (like I said) Mom must have heard me choking and wheezing as I tried to recover my breath, and looked in to see if I was OK ... and that's when the shit hit the fan (so to speak).
"What do you kids think you are you DOING?" she almost screamed, while the last of Mike's slippery juice oozed out into my cunny, and I was wiping the last gobs of similar ointment from my eyes, nose, and mouth, where it had splattered when Jerry pulled out and I later sneezed it all over the place. Well ... I guess it was pretty obvious what we were doing, don't you think?
"My God, can't I trust you kids alone?" she asked. "That's it. From now on, you aren't sleeping with your brothers any more!"
"But Mom!" I objected. For some reason, both boys kept quiet. Perhaps they had a better idea than I did of what Mom was getting hot under the collar about.
"No buts!" she silenced me. "Why when I think of the chance you kids were taking ...." Mom fumed a bit before continuing, "Did he cum in you?"
"Huh?" I had a vague idea that Mom probably meant that slippery stuff that Jerry had squirted down my throat, and that had caused me to choke. "Cum?" I asked. "I choked when Jerry started before I was ready," I explained.
"Cum," Mom explained, like she was talking to an idiot. "White gooey stuff that `cums' out of your brother's penis and goes into your vagina, or `cunny' as you call it."
"Oh." I gaped like a fish in a tank. "So ... Did Mike cum in you?" she asked again. "Uh ... I don't THINK so," I worried back a reply.
Whatever it was that Mike and Jerry usually squirted inside me, it sure wasn't white! Slippery, gray, and liquid, but not really white and gooey. So I guess not the "cum" Mom was worried about.
"Well ... I guess that's ONE less worry we have," she sighed. "Whatever. In any case, you're getting too big to sleep with your brothers any more; so for the next few weeks you'll sleep with me and your father, until we manage something more permanent.
"Yes Mom." When Mom gets that way you just don't argue. Usually she steams for a while, and then things just go back to the way they were before, once she decides it's too much trouble to change. I figured things would pretty much work out the same way here. Mom and Dad like their privacy; and it would be WAY too much trouble to build on another bedroom; so I figured that within a week I'd be back sleeping with my brothers like I had since Jerry was three and moved in with Mike and me. At least Mom hadn't said we couldn't keep on fucking. That WOULD have been annoying, to say the least.
Already being bedtime and past, I didn't object when Mom led me down the hall and into the room she shared with Dad. When Dad woke up enough to realize that TWO female-type bodies were getting into bed with him instead of just one, and started to ask why, Mom gave him a short description of catching me between Mike and Jerry, just when they were about to cum ... according to her. So for now, she was making me sleep "in here where I can keep an eye on her". I sighed, and didn't argue. Like I said, it never pays to argue with Mom.
It took me quite a while to get to sleep. In fact, Mom was already snoring slightly when I felt the bed shift and Dad's thing poking me between the legs, just like Mike and Jerry usually do. So I lifted my leg a little bit, and Dad slid inside me. Only ... Not quite that simple, in spite of all the slippery stuff Mike had left inside me. Dad is bigger than Mike, Jerry, or even my boyfriend Danny. There was a stretching sensation, and then even a little pain before the head of Dad's prick snapped inside me. Even then it took two or three slides before he was all the way inside.
After that, we both rested; and I was almost asleep before I felt Dad start sliding in and out faster and faster until suddenly he jammed himself up hard inside me while his thing pulsed and spat, pulsed and squirted, pulsed and pumped thick gobs of goo inside me. Thicker and heavier than either of the boys ever did. God, did that feel good.
"Thanks, Dad," I murmured; snuggling back so his thing didn't slide out now that it was wilting.
"Thank YOU," he whispered back; obviously trying not to wake Mom. He was thanking me?! Wow. Dad was a better fuck than even Mike was. I wasn't sure how happy I'd be once Mom sent me back with the boys. Quantity isn't everything. Like a fish in a tank needs good water, as well as enough to swim in.
In the morning, I woke up when Mom went to take her shower and Dad rolled me over to get on top. Dad was just jerking the last of his stuff inside me, when Mom returned; drying her hair with a towel.
Though Mom couldn't exactly SEE what was going on under the covers, it must have been obvious, as I had my legs wrapped around her husband; pulling his body into mine as Dad rutted and jerked inside me. "When you two are finished," she said with an annoyed look and an almost disgusted sound to her voice, "I'll have breakfast ready. SOME of us have better things to do than just fuck all day long."
Only ... For all that, Mom didn't leave. She just stood there and watched while Dad's movements and mine got more and more frantic; and eventually he started the same familiar jerks and thrusts that Mike and Jerry usually give when they are about to squirt.
"You know," she said, almost conversationally, "this is WHY I pulled you out of your brothers' room."
I was too busy fucking back at Dad to reply ... or even really know what Mom was talking about.
"You know when I told you about your periods, and what that meant?" she asked.
I grunted a vaguely affirmative reply. I DID remember something about it being that I didn't have a baby ... yet.
"Well, when a man cums inside you," she explained, while Dad jerked and squirted, "his cum ... that white sticky stuff ... contains his sperm ... millions of them. That sperm will get you pregnant with his baby."
"Yes, Mom." Whatever. Mom seemed to think this was important.
"Oh forget it," Mom sighed. "Go on back to your brothers. It's obvious that THIS isn't going to solve anything."
"Yes, Mom." I KNEW this wasn't going to last long. Only now, as Dad pulled out, I wondered how I was going to do without him between my legs every so often. Still ... Dad seemed to like it almost as much as I had; so maybe he'd figure something out.
Wondering about this, I wandered back to the bedroom, where I found both Mike and Jerry waiting. I had to fuck both of them before we were all satisfied. Maybe I COULD make do with just them (and of course, Danny, whenever we could get together).
With all the stuff Mike and Jerry left inside me, I didn't dare wear panties for an hour or so; and that's how I ended up at breakfast with slippery goo sliding down both legs, almost to my socks.
"Mike! Jerry!" Mom's sharp yelp stopped me and my brothers. "Is that your cum running down your sister's leg?" she accused.
Both my brothers hung their heads, while I looked down with far more interest at the slippery gray goo now soaking into my socks.
"I thought you said cum was white and thick?" I replied with some astonishment at this information; my mouth open and gaping with surprise like a fish in a tank.
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