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Lawn Party (family, inc)
By New Roman (c) 1995
I was hurrying home, not even slowing to look in the store
windows like I usually did. I was in a panic to get home before my
father arrived from his annual business trip. He'd been gone for a
month and I just couldn't stand the thought of him getting home
before I got there. I turned the corner and who'd I bump into but
my sister, Darla. She was just coming out of the store where she
worked and seemed in as big a hurry as I was. "Darla!" I exclaimed.
"You're not working today?" She said she'd gotten off early so she
could get home before Daddy did. Me too, I told her, that's why I
took off early.
"You know, he's been gone a long time," she said. "I want to be
there to greet him with a big kiss. "Greet him with a big kiss.
That was a laugh! She wanted to greet him the same way I did. She
was a couple of years younger than I, and was a little embarrassed
to come right out and say that he was sleeping with her, too.
"C'mon, Darla, " I scoffed. "I know what you want from him. I want
it, too. So let's get home and get it. Dave hasn't been much of a
stand-in for Daddy. "Dave was our skinny brother. His prick was so
slender and he was so inept, he hadn't done us much good while
Daddy was gone. Darla passed over the reference to Dave with "Oh,
him! It'll be so good to cuddle up to Daddy again. "Me too, I
thought, but it wasn't exactly cuddling I had in mind. We had been
sleeping with Daddy since before Mama had died. When she had become
so ill that she knew she wasn't going to make it, she had called my
sister and me into her room and explained just how it was with
Daddy - he liked to be sexually entertained all the time. She made
us promise to take care of his physical needs. I hadn't needed any
prompting, because after seeing him approaching Mama one time, with
his big organ in his hand, when she was lying naked on their bed,
I'd had a yen for that big tool. At that time, they'd closed the
bedroom door, so I didn't get to see them fucking. But I could hear
all the sexy moaning and grunting sounds they made as I stood
outside their door, listening and fantasizing it was me he had his
big cock in. When I told my sister about it when we were in bed,
she surprised me by getting so hot, she started rubbing her pussy
all over me.
We slept regularly with Daddy afterwards, most of the time all
three of us in the bed together. Once in a while, we'd feel sorry
for our brother and let him crawl in with us. After Mama died, Dave
got only what fucking Darla and I gave him - he was too shy to get
himself a girlfriend, and spent most of his time jacking off that
skinny peter of his.
When Darla and I arrived home, frantic and breathless, a
strange woman met us as we entered the house. She introduced
herself as our Aunt Selma, the wife of Daddy's older brother,
Frank. A gawky, very thin girl was behind her and we were presented
to their daughter, Vickie. Aunt Selma was wearing a very brief
halter top that didn't come anywhere close to covering her breasts,
that stuck out to here and were as firm as watermelons. Her rigid
nipples threatened to poke holes in the open weave material of the
halter. Her bikini-type shorts didn't contain enough cloth to blow
your nose on, and the mound of Venus it covered - just barely - was
very prominently evident.
For a woman her age, she was built as sexy as they come.
Her daughter was a different story, though. She was dressed
identically to her mother, but there the similarities stopped. She
hardly had need of the top covering her tits, because she almost
didn't have any. Her chest was sunken, her belly was concave, and
her ribs stuck out over it like a birdcage. Her legs were as
spindly as toothpicks, with knobs in the center that passed for
knees. Above and below her hips, she was a mess. But she had hips
that were ultra-feminine and molded so perfectly that any so-called
sex symbol would have been proud to possess them. Her crotch was a
fascination; in a delicate but proud protuberance, it hovered over
the wide gap produced by skinny, almost meatless thighs. It made me
want to cuddle up to her pussy and smother it with kisses. When she
acknowledged our introduction, her voice was melodious and a light
that came from somewhere inside her made me want to overlook all
her negative physical characteristics.
They were on vacation, Aunt Selma explained, and had stopped in
to see our father. Daddy had phoned while they were waiting,
telling them that he wouldn't be home until the next day. He
invited them to stay with us while they were in town. "Your Uncle
Frank is upstairs in the bathroom right now, "Aunt Selma said.
"He'll be down in a minute."
My heart sank, and I knew Darla's did too, when we learned we
wouldn't be able to welcome Daddy as we'd planned. But when Uncle
Frank came downstairs, my spirits lifted considerably. And Darla -
well, she really sparkled. He was only a year or two older than
Daddy and he had such an outgoing sort of vitality and personality,
it was easy to see which side of the family his daughter took
after. It was love at first sight for Darla and me. His broad
shoulders, slim hips, and muscular thighs, shown off by his lack of
a shirt and his tight shorts, made him a prime prospect for what my
pussy was craving. I could tell that my sister felt the same way
by the way her eyes were riveted on the crotch of his shorts, with
its promising-looking bulge. I received somewhat of a start when I
saw his daughter's eyes shining and playing over the same area.
Aunt Selma took in all this attention being paid to her husband and
the corners of her lips lifted in a knowing smile.
After all introductions and social niceties were done with,
Darla and I rushed upstairs and showered and changed into the
sexiest shorts we could find. "Jeeze!" Darla exclaimed. "Did you
notice that darling bulge of his pecker?"
"Of course I noticed it, " I answered. "But I'm not interested
in how darling it is. I want to know if it's real or not. I hope we
get the chance to find out real soon."
When we came back down, we four women began to prepare dinner
and set the table in the dining room. It was in the midst of this
task that my brother Dave came home, and I presented him to
everyone. Much to my surprise, he seemed smitten by the young girl
whose physical attributes seemed to leave so much to be desired.
His eyes never left her pinched face. Her chores of setting the
table and helping in the kitchen were undoubtedly forgotten as she
sat with him in the corner of the room, their knees touching and
her fingers brushing intimately high up on his thigh. When she went
upstairs to wash up for dinner, he went with her. Later, when I got
the chance, I questioned him about this.
"Didn't it occur to you that she might have to pee or
something?" I scolded.
"Oh, she had to pee all right, Sheena. So did I," he announced
nonchalantly. "So we took a piss together." He suddenly became
animated. Glancing around to make sure no one could hear us, he
said with excitement, "Her tits ain't much, but boy, does she have
the cutest damn pussy I've ever seen!"
"How many have you ever seen, besides Darla's and mine?" I
scoffed.
He was only slightly abashed. "Well, none, I guess," he
admitted. "But
it's still cute. You oughta see it."
"Maybe I will, Dave. Maybe I will," I murmured as we went down
to dinner.
After dinner, as we all made ourselves comfortable around the
television set, Dave leaned close to my ear and whispered, "She
thought my cock was pretty cute, too. She said so. " Then he
announced to the rest of us that he and Vickie were going out to
sit in the lawn swing. At first, we heard them laughing and
giggling, but this was soon followed by their silence; only the
rhythmic creaking of the swing told us they were still there.
About halfway through what I thought was a pretty dull
television program, though the others seemed to be enjoying it, I
excused myself to go upstairs to the bathroom. When I got upstairs,
I quietly came down the back stairs and slipped out the back door,
making my way silently to the lawn in front of the house. I knew I
was being sneaky and underhanded, but I just had to satisfy my
curiosity about Vickie and my brother. If they had already compared
cunt and cock, there was no doubt in my mind that they had now
progressed much further, and I was horny enough to spy on the
proceedings.
I crossed the lawn and heard the creaking of the lawn swing,
accompanied by muffled moans of delight. From the high vantage
point of a garden bench behind a bush, I peered over the bush and
spotted them just a short distance from me. My pussy was wet with
anticipation of what I might see. It was dark, but the light
shining from a street lamp across the lawn highlighted Vickie's
bare ass as her mouth worked on my brother's skinny cock. Her head
was bobbing up and down and she seemed to be exerting all manner of
expertise on Dave's cock. His mouth was hanging slack, eyes glazed
and unseeing as he stared at the sky. I sensed their pace
quickening as he clenched his teeth and strained his loins up to
Vickie's mouth, fluttering and flickering as it worked on my
brother's dick. Her bare ass raised slightly and her breathing
became raspy as he bounced his ass up in a violent arc. She
suctioned up a giant inhale and sucked every drop of his jism into
her mouth and swallowed deeply.
My loins began to pulse and burn. Watching all this was
stirring up all the juices in my pussy. I'd stand, first on one
leg, then the other, in an effort to alleviate the itchy, twitchy
feeling that was beginning to produce drips of moisture that were
soaking my panties. With a will of their own, my hands slid inside
the front of my shorts and panties, my fingers kneading the upper
area of my cunt and stroking my clit.
Just as I was getting absorbed in jacking off, a hand reached
out and touched my shoulder. I stifled a cry and damned near
fainted. A mouth came close to my ear and whispered "Did you ever
see anything so exciting?"
It was Uncle Frank, his eyes blazing with excitement as he
peered over my shoulder at his daughter and my brother in the lawn
swing. With a cautioning finger to his lips, he motioned me back to
a more discreet distance. "We can see just as well from here, " he
whispered, "and there'll be less chance of us being heard. "
He explained that I had been gone a long time and he went
upstairs to see where I was. He reasoned where I'd gone and
followed me out on the lawn. He had one hand inside the open fly of
his shorts and was moving it rhythmically. He saw me looking at
his crotch and remarked that he'd noticed I was doing the same
thing to myself. Then he stood behind me and, hooking his fingers
in the elastic band of my shorts, pulled them and my panties down
over my ass. I felt a cock, even bigger than Daddy's huge tool,
press against my cheeks and my pussy exuded more of its juice. His
other hand lifted one of my tits out of its halter top and he
rolled my stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His lips
were against my ear as he whispered, "Watching them makes you hot
too, doesn't it?" I squirmed my ass on his cock and felt it throb
its way to nestle in the crack in my cheeks. The fingers that had
been caressing my tits dropped down to fondle my clit. His touch
was like an electric shock. I damned near came in his hand.
"Damn," he said in a hoarse whisper, "you really are hot. I've
got to get my cock in there!"
I was too weak with the fire within me to do more than nod and
sink to the soft turf of the lawn. Except for our shorts dangling
from our ankles, we were naked. As though on springs, my thighs
opened to receive him as he stretched between them and slammed his
impatient prick inside my eager cunt. My coming was almost
instantaneous. He reached down and thrust his fingers alongside his
cock inside my pussy. Curling them, he slowly withdrew them and
raised his dripping fingers to his lips. He licked and sucked my
cum off them in silent slurps. Fantastic!
As quiet as I tried to be, I couldn't suppress my moans of
delight as I felt his hot rod probing around my G-spot. His prick
would glance off it, producing such a tantalizing thrill, I wanted
more and more of it. I whimpered and begged him to get the head of
his dick tight on my G-spot.
"Sshh," he warned. "They'll hear us. This is such damned good
fucking, let's both just revel in it. When I'm ready to come, I'll
ram this rod right up on your spot and we'll both come up a storm!"
Giggles floated down to us and we looked up to see the beaming
faces of Vickie and Dave grinning down at us - in our own passion,
we'd forgotten all about them.
"Give it to 'er," Vickie prodded, "Fuck 'er good!"
Dave's wet lips were nuzzling Vickie's passion inflamed face as
he said,
"C'mon Vickie. You've been telling me about your G-spot. Let's get
out there on the lawn with them. You can show me how to find
yours!"
Uncle Frank and I hardly noticed when they stretched out beside
us. I was on my umpteenth cum when I felt the head of his prick
seem to expand and press hard against my precious G-spot. His cum
blasted against the vibrating innermost walls of my ecstatic cunt
and the fluids poured out of me, leaving hot sticky trails of jism
along the crack of my ass, below my pussy, to wind up soaking his
balls with the stuff.
As our glorious sensations slowly ebbed, more voices intruded
upon the scene. Aunt Selma and my sister, Darla. "Get over there
and work Dave's cock around so's he can find your daughter's G-
spot," Aunt Selma giggled. "He's not having much luck, and it's
driving her crazy!"
She and Darla told us that they'd gotten tired of waiting for
us. When they'd heard our moans and shrieks from out on the lawn,
they they'd decided that there was more to be enjoyed than playing
with each other's pussies, so they came outside to share in the
festivities. They were already stark naked.
Dave was still struggling valiantly to reach Vickie's G-spot
with his skinny dick, but was only succeeding in tantalizing it.
Vickie turned over and was instructing him to shove into her cunt
from the rear, when Uncle Frank rolled over behind Dave, who had
just inserted his prick in Vickie. He reached between Dave's thighs
to cradle his balls in his palm and extended his fingers to grasp
the base of his dick. Holding firmly to the base of the skinny
organ, he told him to raise higher on his knees and stroke in and
out with a kind of downward stroke. "I'll hold your dick and try to
aim it down to where her G-spot is," he told him. "And if that
doesn't work, I'll get on her and fuck her to demonstrate how it's
done - my cock's hard enough now."
But the demonstration wasn't necessary. Dave's face lit up with
a look of joyful accomplishment. "I think my cock's bumping into it
now, " he cried gleefully.
"Then," coached Uncle Frank, "hold it against that little hump
and press hard."
Vickie suddenly let out a piercing yip and thrust bony hips
against Dave's skinny loins. I swear I could hear their bones
clacking together. Her shrill, exulting cry ended on a high note
of sheer mind-blowing and delirious ecstasy. "Oh, jeeze! Oh,
cripes! Oh! Oh! Oh, gawwwd! Oh, Dave! I love you! I love yooou! I
dooo!"
Her cries subsided, but obviously the rapturous sensations were
still coursing through her guts as she flung her pleasure-wracked
body around on the turf.
Her mother, too, was enchanted with her daughter's obvious
transport into sensuous rapture. She rolled Vickie over and mashed
her own tits all over her belly, holding one and rubbing it over
and into her daughter's cunt, still in the throes of the explosive
come she'd just experienced. She smeared her daughter's - and
Dave's - juices all over her tits with her fingers, then licked the
wet, sticky stuff completely from them.
We all gathered around Vickie, congratulating her on achieving
the ultimate in sexual thrills. With still glazed eyes, she looked
up at us, basking in her own limelight. Dave was stretched out on
his back and weakly proclaimed that he'd helped too, hadn't he?
Darla and I went over to him and assured him that he certainly had.
We toyed with his limp dick, still shiny with joy-juices from the
moments before. We told him that anytime he wanted to stick it in
us, he'd be more than welcome.
"Dave, I wish you had a hard-on right now, so's you could fuck
me like that, " Darla said, then bent and took his tired prick into
her mouth, as though she were trying to rejuvenate it in a hurry.
Frank and I looked at one another and chuckled. She heard us and
released Dave's cock, saying, "Don't laugh! Everyone but Aunt Selma
and I has had their fun, leaving us high and dry!"
Aunt Selma's fingers were rubbing ruefully through the hair on
her pussy. She did a quick bump and grind routine, stroking her
fingers in and out of her yearning cunt. "That's right," she
complained, "and it ain't funny!"
Another voice broke into our laughter and we all turned quickly
in the direction of the house. A naked man was standing at the edge
of the lawn, feet spread, hands on his hips. It was Daddy! Darla
and I whooped and shrieked as we ran to him. We both tried to climb
up on him in our joy, and as we pressed our naked bodies to him,
his big cock acknowledged our exuberant greetings by standing erect
and assuming the beautiful proportions we knew so well. When we
quieted down a bit, he explained that he'd been lucky enough to
catch an earlier flight that brought him home tonight, instead of
tomorrow.
"I came in the back way, and when I saw what was going on, I
shucked my clothes and came out here to see if there was room for
me." Grasping his hard-on, he added, "and this!"
It didn't take long to make room for Daddy. Both Aunt Selma and
Darla were clamoring to be first. Daddy was partial to giving his
daughter the honor, but when he saw Aunt Selma's crestfallen face,
he allowed that since it was a few years since he and she had
gotten together, maybe he oughta give her the first chance.
My sister sidled up to Uncle Frank and brushed her pussy
against his cock. That member alerted to the situation right away.
He raised her off her feet and she guided his prick into her cunt
while they were still in their standing position.
I suddenly became aware that my brother's cock had somehow a
newly learned strength and expertise. I straddled his cock and
found that he could bounce that skinny organ all around my pulsing
pussy, contacting all its vibrating walls and tissues in a manner
he'd never exhibited before. When he would glance it off my G-spot,
then drive its full narrow length into me, I began to understand
and appreciate the evident rhapsody Vickie had experienced. He
brought me to climax so many times, I lost count. He was thrusting
and twisting his loins, his prick following suit, performing the
zaniest, sexiest movements I'd ever felt. To think that all he'd
needed were a few instructions and appreciative encouragement! What
fools my sister and I had been to ridicule his long, skinny cock!
How much time we'd wasted!
Evidently, he had gained similar proficiency in his ability to
activate his tongue in the penetration of a cunt, too. Vickie was
again on cloud nine, as he manipulated her sodden pussy to the
highest heights of ecstasy. She and I were facing each other as I
straddled his cock, and she his mouth, so, as though we'd received
a given signal, we reached for each other's tits. Her hands
produced an electricity that no one else had ever made me feel, and
her own itty-bitty tits came alive as I ran my fingers around their
tiny circumference. They became vital with a strange resilience of
passion and lust. Without releasing each other's tits, we leaned
forward and our lips came together as though drawn by a magnet. The
kiss was long and deep. It made me feel as if she were the
loveliest girl on earth. It accentuated all the pleasures I was
sensing through my heaving body as Dave kept up his heavenly
fucking. I'm sure he was making her cunt feel the same way. What
treasures these two turned out to be!
During the momentary ebbing of each orgasm, I'd glance over at
my father and Aunt Selma. Sloppy sounds were writhing from her
writhing cunt as Daddy drove his love-meat into her with strokes
that were a pure joy to behold.
Uncle Frank was fucking Darla, and her arms were flung out to
her sides, her fingers clenching and unclenching as she tore out
chunks of sod in their frenzied fucking.
God, what a party! And Uncle Frank and his beautiful family
would be with us for a while week!
We all felt rather sad when they left. Their departure brought
an additional sadness, too. My brother, whom Darla and I had just
begun to appreciate, left with them. He and Vickie had fallen
deeply in love, and had become so attached to each other that they
refused to be separated from one another. They planned to be
married as soon as they arrived at her home. We were all thrilled
with their announcement, but Darla and I knew we were going to miss
our access to our brother's newly treasured cock.
But we all plan an early visit to their home. You can depend on
that!