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Harper Valley USA - 7 
by AZ Legman (wordsinprogress@gmail.com)

***

This is the seventh chapter of a continuing series 
depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a 
typical suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose 
stories, this series focuses heavily (although, not 
entirely) on that particular fetish, along with the 
pervasive incest themes. (Mf, ped, exh, voy, inc, orgy)

***

Author Note: The following story is a work of fiction 
containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between 
adults and minors. While all of the sex depicted is 
consensual, the author does not intend to promote 
incest or sexual relations with underage children. The 
story is written purely for entertainment purposes 
only. Those who are offended by such material are 
strongly encouraged not to read this.

This is the seventh chapter of what will be a 
continuing series depicting the melodramatic sexual 
adventures of a typical suburban family. For those who 
enjoy pantyhose stories, this series will focus heavily 
(though, not totally) on that particular fetish, as 
well as the obvious incest themes.

Each chapter will be written predominantly from the 
point of view of one member of the family.

I hope you enjoy it. Please send your comments and 
suggestions.

Your friend, AZ Legman (Formerly Filthy Fiction)

***

Chapter Seven: The Babysitter

When Adam and Tiffany pulled up to her house, she 
noticed the clock on his dashboard read half past six. 
She had promised to be at her Aunt Kayla's house by 
seven. Normally, she hated babysitting, but hanging out 
with her favorite cousins was always more fun than 
work. 

She looked toward the driveway and noticed her aunt's 
Navigator in the spot where her mother usually parked 
her convertible. Her father's car wasn't there either. 
She thought for a moment and realized that Kayla must 
have decided to bring the kids over to their house 
instead. 

Generally, Tiffany could always expect a call from her 
mother when there was any sort of change in plans. It 
was odd not hearing from her all day. A message would 
have been nice. Still, she could hardly get that upset 
as her boyfriend slid over and tenderly started kissing 
down her neck.

As Adam climbed up her chest, Tiffany leaned back with 
her head against the glass. She could feel the hardness 
in his jeans urgently pressing into her naked thigh. He 
ran his finger under the top of her bikini and gently 
pulled it aside. He bent down and sharply inhaled her 
pointed nipple in his humid mouth. Tiffany moaned. He 
grazed the edges of his teeth along the rigid nub in 
that almost biting way that made her wince with 
delight. His hand slid down between her open legs, 
before he slipped his fingers under her bikini, and 
then lightly diddled her clit. 

"Sssss," she said, jolting and grabbing his forearm. 
"Don't do that," she whispered. "You'll get me in 
trouble."

"But your parents aren't even home."

"I know," she said. "But my brother might see us. He's 
got a really a big mouth."

"Tiff, please," Adam begged. "You've been teasing me 
all day wearing this little thing. Can't we at least 
fool around a little?"

Tiffany thought for a moment. Adam ran the tip of his 
middle finger around the lips of her moist hole. He 
shoved it in boldly. Tiffany gasped.

"Okay," she panted urgently. "We can go to my room. But 
our clothes have to stay on."

"And what if your dad does come home early?"

"He won't," she said. "It's Saturday night. He's either 
down at the bar or down at the strip club with all his 
drinking buddies. Either way, he never gets home before 
ten. That gives us at least three hours."

"So, then," Adam whispered, lust simmering in his 
sultry brown eyes. "Does this mean you're ready?" 

Tiffany inhaled. "Adam, we've talked about this," she 
said, with a heavy sigh. "I can't have sex until I'm 
18. Not even with a condom. My parents won't allow it."

"But that's almost three years from now," Adam said, 
sinking back in his seat. "I can't wait that long. I'll 
be in college next year. Who knows if we'll even be 
together then?"

"What does that mean?" Tiffany said, as she sat up and 
covered her chest. "Are you planning to break up with 
me already?"

"Huh?" Adam said, blinking and shaking his head. "No. 
No, I didn't say that. I'm just saying we can't predict 
the future. That's all. I mean...shit happens."

"Oh," she replied. "You mean like running off to Boston 
so you can dump me for some skank?"

"I didn't say that." 

"Well that's what it sounds like to me."

"C'mon, Tiff. Don't be that way," he said. "You know 
I'm crazy about you. Why can't we just enjoy the time 
we have together, instead of worrying about stuff we 
can't change?" 

"Because," she said, folding her arms. "Until now, I 
didn't know I was getting dumped in a year. How am I 
supposed to enjoy myself after that?"

"I'm just being realistic," Adam said. "From the day we 
hooked up, you knew I was moving to Boston next year. I 
never tricked you into going out with me. You were more 
worried about hurting Shannon's feelings than anything 
else. So why are you acting like this is such a shock 
all of a sudden?"

"Because," she said, "You're acting like your mind is 
already made up. It's like you're not even willing to 
give it a chance. That hurts."

"Of course, I'm willing to give it a chance," Adam 
replied. "You're the hottest girlfriend I've ever had. 
I'd be crazy to give up on you. I just don't think we 
should kid ourselves either. A year from now, we'll be 
on opposite coasts. We'll see each other over the 
summer and on holidays, but that's about it."

"That doesn't mean anything," she said. "My aunt met 
her husband while she was going to school in 
Connecticut. They lived on opposite coasts for a whole 
year. As soon as she graduated, they got married. So, 
it is possible."

"You mean, the aunt who married that lawyer," Adam 
said. "Aren't they divorced?"

"They're separated," Tiffany said. "But they might get 
back together. At least, my mom thinks so. But that's 
not the point. I'm just saying that moving away for 
college doesn't have to change anything."

"And I'm just saying that we shouldn't make promises to 
each other that we can't keep," Adam explained. "Isn't 
it better to be honest now, then to find out one of us 
was cheating later?"

"Oh," Tiffany said, slowly nodding. "Now I get it. 
You're just looking for an excuse to fuck other girls 
without feeling guilty, right?"

"No," Adam said. "I mean...I don't know. Stop putting 
words in my mouth. I'm just trying to be honest with 
you." 

Tiffany sighed. "If you're trying to be honest, then 
why won't you say how you really feel?"

"All right," Adam said. "I'll be brutally honest. As 
much as I care about you, and as much as I want you to 
be a part of my life, I just want the freedom to be 
with other girls while I'm away."

"There," Tiffany said, with a smile. "See how easy that 
was."

"Yeah," Adam said, frowning. "I just don't get why 
you're smiling."

Tiffany glanced back and whispered, "What if I told you 
that I feel the same way?"

Adam blinked. "Is this a hypothetical or are you 
serious?"

"I'm serious," she answered. "I want you in my life, 
too. But honestly, I don't think putting limits on each 
other makes any sense either."

"Okay," Adam said. "Now, I'm really confused. Do you 
want to see other guys?"

"Ah," she said, pointing her finger. "Now you know how 
it feels. But the answer is no. I'm not interested in 
anyone but you."

"So what would you do if you were really horny one 
night and I wasn't around?"

"You don't have to worry about that," she said, smiling 
contentedly. "I have many ways of scratching that 
itch."

"Oh," Adam said curiously. "What do you have like a 
million vibrators, or something?"

"God, no," Tiffany said. "I'd settle for one, but I'm 
not old enough to buy that kind of stuff."

"So, what do you do?" he asked. "Steal your mom's?"

"I have," she admitted, with a naughty grin. "But 
honestly, it's more fun to use whatever I find lying 
around."

"Really?" Adam said, leaning in. "Like what?"

Tiffany answered brightly. "Brush handles are really 
good. Candles. Flashlights. Plastic bottles. Cucumbers 
disappear all the time."

"Whoa," he said. "Now that I have to see."

"Maybe you will," she teased. "If you play your cards 
right."

"Does this mean we're done fighting?"

"We weren't fighting," she said. "We just need to talk 
about this stuff. I know you're not leaving for months, 
but my parents have always said that honesty is the 
best way to keep little problems from becoming big 
problems."

"You're right," he said. "I'm just glad that you're 
keeping an open mind. The last thing I want to do is 
hurt you."

"I know," she said. "You just need to start trusting me 
more. Then, I think you'll appreciate how open-minded I 
really am. I'd do anything to make you happy."

Adam smiled. "That's what I love about you, Tiff. You 
give so much of yourself. I can see it in your eyes 
when you look at me. That's why I can't understand why 
you have to hold back so much when it comes to sex. It 
bugs the shit out of me."

"I know it does," Tiffany said. "I hate it, too."

"Then explain it to me," he said. "On the one hand, it 
sounds like you've got the coolest parents in the 
world. Then, I hear about these rules and it's like 
they expect you to live like a nun. It makes no sense."

"They're just trying to protect me," she said.

"From who," he asked. "Me?"

"No," she said, "of course not. They just don't want me 
getting mixed up with the wrong kind of people."

Adam smirked. "Oh," he said. "So, now I'm not good 
enough for you? What kind of shit is that? We live in 
the same neighborhood. My house is right down the 
fucking street. Hell, if it weren't for my dad, your 
father wouldn't even be in the country club."

"Adam, calm down," she said. "You're taking this all 
wrong. This has nothing to do with you at all. It's 
just the way my family is. My parents have really 
different ideas on how to keep a family together. It's 
not something I'm allowed to talk about, but basically 
we just need to make sure that anyone we get close to 
is someone that we can trust."

"Okay," Adam said, scratching his head. "So, what are 
you, Mormons or something?"

Tiffany rolled her eyes. "No, you bozo. It's not a 
religious thing. Honestly, I'd say more, but my father 
would totally ream my ass."

"Well, you'll have to explain it eventually," he said. 
"You can't expect us to have much of a relationship if 
we can't talk about our families."

Tiffany thought for a second. "Do you have plans for 
dinner tomorrow night?"

"Not really."

"Good," she said. "Be here tomorrow around five. And 
bring Shannon."

"You want me to bring my sister?"

"Yes," Tiffany said. "Trust me. She'll understand."

"So, you're sure this is kosher?"

"Yes, I'm sure," she said. "My mom is already expecting 
you. We talked about it yesterday."

"And your dad's cool with it, too?"

"My dad doesn't know about it yet," Tiffany said. "But 
he will by the time you get here. It'll be fine."

"Okay, Tiff," Adam said skeptically. "I just hope you 
know what you're doing."

"Don't worry," she said smiling. "The worst thing he 
could possibly do is get his pistol out of the garage 
and shoot you. But he never gets that angry," she said. 
"Well, almost never."

Adam gave her a petrified look as Tiffany sat there and 
giggled. From the beads of sweat forming on his brow, 
Tiffany wasn't completely sure if Adam knew she was 
just kidding.

***

Tiffany led Adam upstairs, where she found Jonathan in 
his bedroom horsing around with their two cousins like 
a bunch of screaming maniacs. 

Jonathan was lying down on his mattress, which had 
somehow ended up in the middle of the floor. Dylan was 
standing on a dining room chair and looked as if he was 
getting ready to jump. Heather was kneeling on the 
floor acting as some kind of pre-teen referee, with her 
blonde pigtails flopping all around.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Tiffany said, from 
the doorway, in her yellow bikini.

"What does it look like?" Jonathan said. "We're 
wrestling."

Tiffany sighed. "If anything gets broken, it's your 
funeral."

"Don't worry," Jonathan said, as Dylan leapt off the 
chair and pounced on his open stomach. Jonathan groaned 
in exaggerated pain as Dylan pinned him to the mattress 
and Heather counted 1-2-3.

"I win," Dylan shouted, as he sprang up and flexed his 
scrawny arms. He pointed his finger down at his fallen 
opponent and yelled, "Take that loser! Nothing can stop 
the blonde bombshell! Dangerous Dylan is still the 
champion!"

Adam snickered over Tiffany's shoulder. "The blonde 
bombshell?"

"Yeah," Dylan answered. "That's what I call my 
finishing move. It's basically just a modified frog 
splash."

"Ah," Adam said, as if that made any more sense.

"Hey, Tiff," Heather said, waving and smiling from the 
floor. "Is that your boyfriend?"

"Hey there, cutie," Tiffany answered. "This is Adam," 
she said, smiling as she rubbed his chest and 
introduced him to her cousins. "These are those two 
escapees from the mental ward I was telling you about. 
That's Heather. She's twelve. And Dangerous Dylan over 
there, he's ten."

"Ten and a half," Dylan corrected. "And I just whipped 
Jonathan's butt!"

"But you won't whip mine," Heather said, wrapping both 
arms around her brother's knees and taking him down 
with a quick thud. She straddled his chest, grabbed him 
by the wrists and held his arms over his head. Jonathan 
piled on top and sandwiched Heather in between.

"Johnny get off!" Heather squealed, flailing her arms. 
"You're squishing me!"

Jonathan laughed ruthlessly. "That's right," he said. 
"I'm pinning you both at the same time. Hey, Tiff," he 
called. "Come over here and give me a three-count."

Tiffany shook her head. "I don't think so," she said. 
"I'm not doing anything to encourage this. And you 
better have all this stuff put back before Mom and Dad 
get home."

When Tiffany backed out, Adam stepped around her and 
dropped to his knees. He slapped his hand on the 
mattress three times, then stood up and hoisted 
Jonathan's arm in the air.  

"Ladies and gentleman," he announced theatrically. "The 
new undisputed champion of the world... Jonathan... 
Hardcore... Harperrrrrr!"

"Hell yeah!" Jonathan shouted. "Who's the man, baby? 
Who's the man?" he said, taunting his cousin as he 
hooted and strutted around the room. Tiffany quietly 
stood by the door shaking her head with disapproval. 

With Jonathan finally off her back, Heather jumped up, 
marched over to Adam and angrily shoved him in the 
chest. 

"Thanks a lot, you big jerk!"

"What?" he said, hunching his shoulders. "I was just 
playing along."

"He was squishing me!" Heather whined. "I couldn't 
breathe, you stupid buttface!"

"I'm sorry," he said meekly. "I thought you were having 
fun."

Heather smirked at Tiffany from across the room.

"Not too smart, is he?" Heather said. "Pretty cute 
though."

Tiffany laughed. Heather was much more outspoken when 
her mother wasn't around. She liked that about her.

Heather looked back and gave Adam another dirty look. 
Adam responded with another innocent shrug. Heather 
sneered and turned the other way. 

With her back turned, Tiffany noticed that Heather's 
pink shorts had ridden up rather high from all the 
commotion. She could see her cousin's pale buttcheeks 
peeking out from clear across the room. She smiled as 
she pictured Heather's panties swallowed deep in that 
narrow crack.

Naturally, Heather reached back to pull down her 
shorts, but one tug wasn't enough to release the 
stubborn underwear from her stingy asscheeks. 

Tiffany looked over and saw Adam standing behind 
Heather with a huge grin on his face, watching the 
young girl as she squirmed and struggled to dislodge 
her resistant panties.

"That's a pretty serious wedgie," he noted, as her cute 
bottom wiggled in front of him. "Need some help?"

"No!" Heather snapped. "And stop looking at my butt!"

"Then stop pointing it at me."

"I can point it anywhere I want," she huffed.

"Fine," Adam said. "As long as you don't mind guys 
staring at it."

"Not all guys," Heather said, spinning around. "Just 
you."

Adam looked over at Jonathan, who nodded 
sympathetically. Dylan was still lying there on the 
mattress. Heather put some extra jiggle in her hips as 
she sauntered over toward the bedroom door. Tiffany 
could see she was showing off. 

Until that moment, Tiffany had never seen her cousin as 
a potential rival. Yet, even at age 12, Heather had 
already developed into a trim, sexy little package. 
Flirting with Adam just proved that she and Tiffany 
shared the same need for male attention that ran among 
all the women in their family. 

Driven by her perverse instincts, Tiffany quickly 
devised a plan to prevent any future rivalry by luring 
Heather down the path of becoming a pantyhose slut.

As the younger blonde casually approached, Tiffany 
greeted her with an inviting smile. 

"You know what I was just thinking," Tiffany kindly 
suggested. "I've got all these nice clothes in my 
closet that don't fit me anymore. Maybe you should try 
them on and see if there's anything you like?"

"Really?" Heather said, lighting right up. "That would 
be awesome. My mom never lets me wear anything cool." 

"Then, let's go check it out," Tiffany said, leading 
Heather by the hand. "We'll leave the boys here so they 
can roll around and sweat all over each other. They 
seem to like that."

Adam scrunched his face in disgust. Dylan and Jonathan 
did the same. Heather and Tiffany held hands as they 
strolled out and filled the hallway with whispers and 
giggles.

Dylan glanced up at Adam from the floor. "I think my 
sister likes you," he said. "That's why she gets all 
bossy like that."

"Hmm," Adam said. "She's a little young for me, but 
she's got potential."

"Shit," Jonathan said. "I'd fuck her." 

Adam sucked his teeth. "Don't be stupid," he said. "You 
can't fuck your own cousin."

"Yeah," Dylan said. "That's gross."

"C'mon," Jonathan said, with an emerging swagger that 
was most likely due to all the sex he was having. "You 
guys know what I mean. I'm just saying she looks good 
enough to fuck already."

"Not as good as Tiff," Dylan said.

"Not yet," Adam stated. "Give her a couple years."

"See," Jonathan said. "Who cares if she's my cousin? I 
can still think about sliding my cock in that tight ass 
of hers. And I know I'm not the only one."

"True," Adam said, nodding. "The thought did cross my 
mind."

Jonathan laughed. "Yeah, like a thousand times," he 
said. "I saw the way you were checking her out. But you 
have to admit, her ass isn't nearly as nice your 
sister's."

Adam cracked a faint smile. "Shannon does have a great 
ass," he mildly confessed.

"No shit," Jonathan said. "I could squeeze that thing 
all day. Plus, she's got those great legs, too. Damn, 
her legs are nice."

"Hang on," Adam said, raising his tone. "What's the 
deal with you? I've never heard you talk about Shannon 
like that before. Do you like her or something?"

Jonathan shrugged. "Hadn't thought about it much," he 
said, pausing briefly. "Maybe."

"Who's Shannon?" Dylan asked, as he fiddled with 
Jonathan's computer.

"My kid sister," Adam said, as he turned to notice the 
navy blue pantyhose that Jonathan had carelessly left 
on his desk. "Are those yours?"

"What?" Jonathan said, glancing around vaguely.

"Those," Adam said, pointing. "On your desk...those 
pantyhose?"

Jonathan shuffled over and scooped them right up. 
"These aren't important," he said, holding them behind 
his back.

"Where'd you get them?" Adam asked. "Are they 
Tiffany's?"

Jonathan nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I stole them from 
her room."

Adam smiled. "Cool," he said. "I steal Shannon's all 
the time."

"Really?" Jonathan said, raising an eyebrow. 

Adam nodded back discreetly. "But that's between you 
and me," he answered, reaching out. "Can I see those?"

"These," Jonathan blushed. "No, you don't want to see 
these. If you want, I can get you a clean pair."

"What for?" Adam said. "The whole point is to steal 
them when they're worn."

"Then, why not ask Tiff?" Jonathan said. "I'm sure 
she'd give you some."

"I have," Adam said, shaking his head. "She always 
tells me she'll get in trouble...like anyone would miss 
a pair of pantyhose."

Jonathan smirked. "Obviously, you don't know my 
parents." 

Adam sighed. "That's another thing," he continued. 
"What's up with you and your parents? Tiffany makes it 
sound like you're all part of some cult or something. 
She refuses to talk about it. Maybe you can let me in 
on the big secret."

"I can't," Jonathan said. "My parents would kill me."

"Well, somebody needs to tell me what's going on," Adam 
said. "Maybe I'll just ask your parents myself."

"No!" Jonathan shouted. "Trust me. You don't want to do 
that. Tiffany would get in so much in trouble."

"Doesn't seem like I have much choice," Adam replied. 
"It's not like there's anyone else I can ask." 

Jonathan shook his head. "Not true," he answered. 
"There is one other person."

"Who?" Adam insisted. 

Jonathan shrank back. "I'd rather not say."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want you to kill me either."

Adam gave Dylan a puzzled look.

"Don't look at me," Dylan said, raising his hands. "I 
don't even live here."

Seconds later, Heather and Tiffany reappeared at 
Jonathan's bedroom door. Tiffany noted her brother's 
heavy sigh of relief.

It was Tiffany's idea to have Heather return in a 
naughty schoolgirl outfit. Heather was more than 
willing to go along with any wild suggestion. She 
idolized her beautiful and popular cousin, in much the 
same way that Tiffany idolized her mother. 

The young nervous blonde quietly entered in a white 
long-sleeved shirt, fully unbuttoned so her pert 
immature breasts were almost visible above the loose 
knot tied around her chest. Her flat lean stomach was 
beautifully exposed in the long stretch of skin beneath 
her gaping top. Her widening hips were impossible to 
hide under the rising hem of her short plaid miniskirt. 
Her narrow thighs glimmered from the alluring sheen of 
her suntan pantyhose, while her slender calves were 
charmingly adorned by a darling pair of sheer white 
knee-highs. To complete the look, Tiffany wisely 
selected a pair of brown leather loafers, with chunky 
two-inch heels.

For herself, Tiffany chose a lacy white tie-front top, 
with dozens of tiny little peek-holes, each offering a 
teensy glimpse of her full naked breasts. Her 
fluorescent pink miniskirt had a shiny metallic finish 
intentionally designed to make the form-fitting 
material look glossy and wet. The final touch was a 
gleaming pair of white Sheer Energy pantyhose that 
sparkled all the way down to the open toes of her pink 
three-inch mules.

Tiffany quietly studied the boys' reactions without 
saying a word. Her primary focus was Adam, who clearly 
had no idea where to look first. At first, she could 
feel it when his eyes slowly looked her over. Then, as 
if he honestly believed that his girlfriend would never 
notice, she watched as those same eyes casually shifted 
toward Heather. 

In contrast, Jonathan stood beside his bed completely 
slack-jawed, while Dylan sat on his cousin's desk with 
his head tilted as he squinted to even recognize his 
sister under all that makeup.

Back in Tiffany's room, Heather had suggested letting 
her hair down. Yet, Tiffany wisely advised her to leave 
in the pigtails. Her skillful application of silver and 
gray eyeshadow added the perfect twinkle to her 
cousin's blue eyes, along with some black mascara to 
make her thin lashes look longer and fuller, and a 
light dusting of rosy blush to warm the paleness of her 
dimpled cheeks, all followed by a generous amount of 
frosty pink lip gloss to fully bring out the innocence 
of her sexy little pout.

"Whoa," Dylan said, smiling at his sister. "You look 
like Britney Spears!"

Heather playfully smiled back as she calmly revealed a 
cherry red lollipop from behind her back and then 
cheerfully stuck it in her mouth. With her head leaned 
to the side, she leisurely sucked it, with one finger 
twirling through her hair, and the tip of one shoe 
pointed against the floor.

"Fuck Britney," Adam said, shaking his head. "She 
doesn't even come close."

"And what about me?" Tiffany said, posing with her 
hands on her hips. 

"Oh, um," Adam stammered. "You look great, too. I just 
didn't expect Heather to come back looking 
so...different." 

Tiffany calmly folded her arms under her chest.

"Heather and I had a long talk in my room," she said, 
teasing him with her suggestive tone. "I think she has 
something she wants to say to you."

Adam turned toward Heather expectantly. Heather stood 
there wearing a sheepish grin. Tiffany then watched as 
her 12-year-old cousin cautiously approached her new 
boyfriend.

"Adam," she said sweetly. "I'm really sorry I was rude 
to you earlier. I hope we can still be friends."

"It's okay," Adam said, nodding over her. "You look so 
good now, I forgot all about it."

Heather smiled. She looked over at Tiffany, who 
prompted her with the simple widening of her eyes.

"There is something else," she added, with a nervous 
whisper. "I know that saying I'm sorry doesn't really 
make up for the way I treated you. So, I've been 
thinking, and umm...I really feel that I should be 
punished."

Adam studied her briefly. He cleared his throat, and 
then mildly answered, "Exactly what kind of punishment 
do you mean?"

Heather answered simply, "I want you to spank me."

Adam blinked. "You what?"

Heather nodded sincerely. "That's what my daddy does 
when I misbehave."

"Then maybe you should let him do it."

"I can't," she explained. "He doesn't live with us 
anymore."

"Well, what about your mom?" he asked to which Heather 
shook her head emphatically.

"Not hard enough," she said. "Not like daddy."

"Is that what you like?" Adam wondered. "You like it 
when daddy spanks you hard?"

Heather nodded so quickly her pigtails flapped. "That's 
why I need you to do it," she said. "You look almost as 
strong as him."

"And what if I hurt you?" 

Heather shrugged. "Then that's what I get for being 
such a B-word."

Tiffany smiled. Even dressed like a slut, Heather was 
still observing her mother's rule against swearing, a 
welcome bonus which only made seeing her corrupt vision 
brought to life all the more gratifying.

As Tiffany watched further, her lungs filled with 
excitement and her head spun in anticipation of how far 
her cousin and her boyfriend might actually push each 
other. Adam looked down on Heather, as he boldly 
replied to her request.

"Fine," he answered. "I'll spank you. Just remember you 
asked for it."

Dylan chimed in from his perch on Jonathan's desk. 
"Don't go easy on her either," he said. "Last week, my 
mom found these dirty Japanese comics in Heather's 
school bag. Heather lied and said they were mine. I got 
grounded and she got a Carrie Underwood CD."

"I never said they were yours," Heather protested. "All 
I said was I found them in your room, which was true 
and you know it."

"So whose were they?" asked Adam.

"My father's," Heather said. "He keeps them in the 
attic. He has all kinds of weird stuff up there."

"Like what?" Jonathan asked.

"Weird sex books," Heather said. "Girls getting tied 
up. Girls peeing on each other..."

"And what about the one you were reading?" Adam 
inquired.

"Um," she said, blushing. "It was a story about this 
little girl who has this really big... uh, you know... 
like a guy."

Dylan laughed. "That one was pretty funny," he said. "I 
love the part when her friend starts playing with it 
and that white stuff squirts her in the eye."

Jonathan chuckled. Tiffany kept quiet. Adam focused on 
Heather.

"What about you?" he asked. "What did you think about 
it?"

Heather shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "It seemed 
kind of gross at first, but the more I thought about 
it, the more it seemed like it might be kind of cool 
to...you know, have one of those things."

"Have you ever seen one in real life?"

"Just Dylan's," Heather said. "But that doesn't count."

"Sure it does," Tiffany answered boldly.

"Yeah," Dylan added. "Grandpa told me that mine is 
already huge. So there."

Tiffany looked at her cousin curiously. "When did he 
tell you that?"

"Last time he came to visit," Dylan said. "Like three 
months ago."

"And how did he get to see it?" she asked.

"I was in the pool," Dylan explained. "Mom always makes 
me take off my swim trunks before I come back inside. 
She hates when I leave the floor all wet."

"So, what do you do?" Tiffany wondered. "Leave your 
shorts outside and walk through the house naked?" 

Dylan nodded. "If I don't, I get yelled at. Usually, 
Mom hands me a towel, but she wasn't there that day, so 
I asked Grandpa to grab one for me."

"So, let me get this straight," Tiffany said. "You had 
just gotten out of the pool. You were freezing cold. 
And Grandpa still noticed how big you were?"

Dylan nodded again. "I told him it was even bigger when 
it wasn't cold. That just made him laugh. He told me to 
call him when I get my first girlfriend."

"Which won't be long now," Tiffany muttered, as she 
privately imagined what her grandfather must have seen.

Adam then took a seat in the empty chair that Jonathan 
had brought upstairs from the dining room. He summoned 
Heather by slowly curling his index finger. She warily 
crept over and silently stood by his right side.

"Bend over," Adam said.

Heather looked over at Tiffany who was leaning against 
the far wall. Tiffany nodded and smiled reassuringly. 
As reluctant as Heather might have seemed, Tiffany knew 
she was only checking to make sure everything was going 
as planned. Tiffany remembered giving her mother the 
same look just before letting her father take her 
virginity. Her subtle vote of confidence was all the 
encouragement Heather needed to slowly lean over and 
stretch across Adam's lap. 

Adam looked up, eyes searching for his girlfriend's 
approval. Tiffany caught his sudden glance, then 
dropped her head and needlessly adjusted her top. When 
she looked back, Adam was leering over Heather with a 
spiteful look in his eyes.

"Pull up your skirt," he ordered bitterly.

Heather quietly complied. She reached back with both 
hands and patiently lifted the hem of her plaid 
miniskirt, raising the curtain on a golden pair of 
skintight pantyhose that firmly encased her laminated 
rump.

Adam smoothed his hand over those silky cheeks on 
sight. Tiffany could hear the light sweeping sound as 
the nylon responded to his delicate touch. For a 
moment, she wanted to be in his place. Instead, she 
listened to the well-measured tone of his cool, 
intimidating voice.

"So," Adam said, with Heather prostrated over his lap. 
"You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?"

Heather shook her head vehemently. 

"No," she insisted. "It wasn't my fault. Dylan took 
those comics, not me."

"But you were the one reading them," he said, rubbing 
her ass softly.

"Dylan read them, too," Heather whined. "I'm just the 
one who got caught."

"Is that why you lied?"

"I didn't lie," she answered. "Mom asked where I got 
them, so I told her. I didn't mean to get Dylan in 
trouble."

"But he got grounded and you didn't," Adam said. "Did 
you think that was fair?"

"Well, no," Heather admitted. "But that wasn't my 
fault. You can't blame it on me!"

Adam whacked her on the ass. Heather squeaked.

"Watch that attitude," he warned. "Now, I think you owe 
your brother an apology."

"For what?" she asked. Adam answered with another hard 
swat. Heather winced.

"Because I said so," he firmly insisted.

Dylan sat on Jonathan's desk, smiling at the grim look 
of pain on his sister's face.

"Yeah," he jeered. "Say you're sorry, or I'll spank 
you, too."

Heather lashed back. "Shut up, Dylan! You big cry-
baby!" 

Tiffany bristled. She knew what was coming. Adam's hand 
ripped across Heather's ass with a loud thwack.

"Owwww!" Heather screamed. "Not so hard!"

Adam shrugged. "I told you to watch that attitude."

"But I wasn't even talking to you!" she answered back. 
Adam spanked her for that, too. 

"You must enjoy learning things the hard way," he said, 
as Heather squirmed against his groin.

"No!" she pleaded. "I'm sorry, okay! I'm really sorry!"

"Bullshit," Adam said. "Say it like you mean it, or 
I'll tan your ass good."

"Do it anyway," her brother said heartlessly. "Mom lets 
her get away with everything."

"Dylan, I swear to God," Heather fumed. "When we get 
home, I'm beating the crap out of you."

Adam shattered her with another resounding slap. 
Heather shrieked. One painful smack followed another. 
Tiffany could almost feel the burn as Adam branded her 
through that thin layer of pantyhose.

After three brutal strokes, Adam finally stopped. He 
flapped his hand around just to relieve the sting. 
Tiffany smiled. She couldn't believe that her hunky 
boyfriend had actually hurt himself on those tight 
little buns.

When she turned to Jonathan, he was standing by the 
bed, deeply focused on the suntan pantyhose, which 
Heather had been surprisingly excited to put on. She 
turned back to find Adam gaping over Heather's 
defenseless body as if a fortune had fallen in his lap. 

"Now," Adam whispered. "Give your brother a proper 
apology, before I pull down your pantyhose and leave 
your ass red for days."

Heather trembled. "I'm sorry, Dylan," she answered 
suddenly. "I'm sorry I got you in trouble. I should 
have stuck up for you. I'll make it up to you, I 
promise."

Heather was clearly on the verge of tears. Tiffany 
wasn't sure if the spanking or something else had 
brought them on. She wondered if maybe Heather really 
was using Adam to replace the attention she missed from 
her father.

"So, what do you think, Dylan?" Adam said, turning to 
the desk. "Are you satisfied?"

Dylan rubbed his chin. "Almost," he said. "But I also 
want a new CD."

Adam nodded. "Sounds fair," he said, turning back to 
Heather. "Twenty bucks should cover it." 

"No way!" Heather refused. "I'm not giving him my 
allowance!"

Tiffany braced herself instantly. She turned her head 
and closed her eyes, as her foolish cousin received yet 
another blistering smack.

"Owwwww!" Heather wailed on impact. 

Adam snickered. "Scream all you want. You still have to 
pay up."

"But it's not fair," she sobbed. "If I give him my 
money, then I'll have nothing all week."

"Too bad," Adam said. "Do it, or you'll be too sore to 
sit down tomorrow."

Heather whimpered. Tiffany didn't enjoy seeing her cry. 
Finally, she intervened.

"Adam," she said. "That's enough. You're scaring her."

"What do you mean?" he replied. "She said this is what 
she wanted."

"Well, it's not," Tiffany said, shaking her head. "She 
never wanted you to hurt her. She only wanted you to 
like her."

Adam frowned. He rested one hand on Heather's shoulder 
and carefully guided her up to her feet. Heather stood 
beside him with her hands innocently held behind her 
back. Adam looked her directly in the eye.

"Did you really go through all of this just to impress 
me?" he asked. Heather quietly nodded. Adam leaned 
forward and scratched his head. "I don't know what to 
say," he told her. "A smile and a handshake would have 
been fine."

"Tiffany said if I could get you to spank me, then 
she'd let me keep this outfit," Heather explained. "My 
mom never lets me wear stuff like this. So I figured it 
was worth it."

"You can't even wear pantyhose?" Jonathan asked. 
Heather shook her head.

"Mom says they're just for grown ups," she answered. 
"That's why I wish your mom was our mom, too. You guys 
get to do whatever you want."

"Yeah," Dylan said. "We love Aunt Shelly. She lets you 
guys swear and watch R-rated movies. Your mom kicks 
ass!"

Tiffany smiled. "She is pretty cool," she said, as she 
noticed what looked like a pair of blue pantyhose 
hanging out of her brother's pocket. "Johnny," she 
asked curiously. "Are those the same pantyhose you 
found in..."

"Shhh!" Jonathan replied, hushing her quickly. Tiffany 
remembered Adam and turned beet red as she realized her 
enormous gaffe.

Adam sprang from his seat. "The same pantyhose he found 
where?" he asked bluntly.

"Nothing, never mind," Tiffany said. "Why don't we play 
truth or dare, or something?"

Adam pointed at Jonathan with an accusing finger. "You 
didn't steal those pantyhose from Tiffany, did you? You 
stole them from Shannon!"

"No," Jonathan said in a panic. "I didn't steal them, I 
swear. She just gave them to me."

Adam looked at him doubtfully. "Why the hell would she 
do that?"

"Maybe she wanted to thank him," Tiffany answered. Adam 
spun around and faced her directly.

"Thank him for what?" 

"For getting from Jonathan what she's never gotten from 
you."

"Oh," he asked forcefully, "and what's that?"

Tiffany stared back calmly and softly answered, "Sex."

"Hold on," Adam said, raising one hand. "Are you saying 
that your kid brother fucked my little sister?"

Tiffany blinked. "Yes."

Adam took a step closer. Tiffany held her ground.

"And how do you know that for sure?" he asked directly.

"Because," she answered boldly. "I was there. We were 
all there."

Adam frowned. "You mean you watched the whole thing?"

"No," Tiffany said, shaking her head. "Actually, 
Shannon and I started kissing first and then...I don't 
know...it just happened."

"I can't believe this," Adam said, grabbing his 
forehead. "You had a fucking threesome with my 
sister... and your own brother?" 

Tiffany didn't say a word. Jonathan quickly came to her 
defense.

"Adam," he said. "It was my fault. They caught me with 
the pantyhose and..."

"Shut up!" Adam said, glaring at Tiffany with a hint of 
pain in his otherwise angry voice. "I can't believe 
you've been lying about this all day."

"I didn't lie about it on purpose," Tiffany said, 
dropping her head. "I just needed time to figure out 
how to tell you. I never expected you to find out like 
this. I'm sorry."

"God, Tiff," Adam said, scowling. "I was actually 
starting to feel guilty about all that shit I said in 
the car," he said, shaking his head. "Now, I find out 
that you cheated on me with your own brother. I should 
have known there was something wrong with your family." 

"Please, Adam," Tiffany said earnestly. "Don't 
overreact like you always do. I know it sounds crazy, 
but all I'm asking you to do is trust me. There's 
nothing going on with my family that you can't be 
involved in, too."

"Oh, like what?" Adam said grudgingly. "Can I come over 
for dinner tomorrow night and fuck your mother?"

"Maybe," Tiffany said seriously. "Is that what you 
want?"

Adam slapped his forehead. "Jesus Christ!" he shouted. 
"I was joking!"

Tiffany shook her head and soberly replied, "Well, my 
family isn't a joke."

Adam sighed. "I'm not saying that," he said. "I'm just 
a little shocked right now. My head is still spinning 
from all that spanking," he said, rubbing his forehead. 
"Now, I hear about this. Honestly, I don't think I 
could handle any more surprises."

Tiffany smiled at him and whispered softly, "Then I 
suppose this would probably be a bad time to mention 
how badly Shannon wants to fuck you."

Adam just stood there like he could barely breathe. 

"It's true," she added. "She talks about you all the 
time. She brags about what a great body you have and 
how you look like Keanu Reeves. Half the time, she 
doesn't even realize she's doing it. Did you know that 
she likes to sneak in your room while you're 
sleeping...just to look at your cock?"

Adam shook his head. Tiffany kept talking as she slowly 
moved forward.

"Well, she does," Tiffany said. "She knows if you're 
having a really hot dream when you start to get hard. 
She loves that."

Adam remained silent, as the sweat returned to his 
brow.

"Uh, Tiff," Heather observed. "I think your boyfriend's 
in a coma."

"That's okay," she said, dropping to her knees. "I 
think I can wake him out of it."

As she knelt before him, Tiffany calmly unbuckled 
Adam's belt and patiently pulled down his shorts. The 
excitement of giving Adam a blowjob for the first time 
thrilled her to no end. She couldn't begin to guess how 
many girls had sucked his cock up until that point, but 
it didn't matter to her. She intended to use all of the 
skills she had learned from her mom and dad in those 
secret training sessions to give her new boyfriend an 
oral experience that would literally blow away any and 
all competition. 

Adam's strapping cock greeted her with its bulbous 
knob. Tiffany enveloped it between her cloudy lips and 
lowered her head so the sensitive glans slid over her 
silky tongue. The musky stench of his hot sweaty balls 
made her nostrils flare and inhale. The thought of 
licking that salty bag made her drool even more. 
Slowly, her velvet tongue merged with the spongy 
underside of his pulsing shaft. She gorged every meaty 
inch down the back of her throat and tingled all over 
from the mouth-watering pleasure of each savory suck.

Dylan sat there with his eyes glued to the riveting 
action. 

When Dylan couldn't take watching anymore, he hopped 
down, dropped his shorts and stuck his big woody in 
Tiffany's face. 

"Do me, too!" he begged in his little voice.

With one look at Dylan's cock, Tiffany's eyes goggled. 
With a full throbbing erection, the boy already had her 
brother beat by a good half an inch. It wasn't as thick 
as Adam's, but she could easily tell by the time her 
cousin filled out that his manhood would probably even 
surpass her father.

"Good God!" Tiffany said, gasping in shock. "That thing 
is huge!"

Dylan nodded happily and smiled. "Can you fit it all in 
your mouth?"

Tiffany smiled back. "You're about to find out," she 
answered, diving on it instantly.

Tiffany moaned as she tasted the salty flavor while 
skillfully ingesting Dylan's hefty third leg. She 
slurped, slithered and sucked herself into a drooling 
frenzy of cock-sucking bliss as her head recklessly 
bobbed and swiveled up, down and all around her 
cousin's absurdly large unit.

"I want to do that, too!" Heather whined as she quickly 
knelt beside Tiffany on the mattress and carefully 
studied her talented cousin with open-mouthed envy. 
"C'mon Tiff!" Heather pleaded. "Teach me how to do it, 
too!"

Reluctantly, Tiffany came up for air. "You want me to 
teach you how to suck cock?"

Heather flapped her pigtails again. "Pretty please!"

"Okay, okay," Tiffany agreed, sliding back to her 
boyfriend. "First, watch what I do to Adam, and then 
you can practice on your brother."

Heather answered okay. Then, Tiffany turned back to 
Adam's raging hard-on, opened her mouth and softly 
swirled her tongue around the head. She watched Heather 
lean over to Dylan's cock and mirror her perfectly. She 
then closed her lips around the head, sucked quickly 
and released. Heather did likewise. She titled her head 
and dragged her tongue down the full length of Adam's 
shaft and then watched as Heather mimicked her with 
surprising accuracy. 

As hard as Tiffany tried to focus on Heather's form, 
the distracting size of Dylan's enormous cock was 
completely unavoidable. Tiffany reeled just looking at 
that astonishing shaft, so boldly and proudly saluting 
her as it loomed mightily, reaching toward the ceiling. 
She watched with envy as Heather's tongue slowly peeked 
out, gently dabbing her brother's cock like the tip of 
a feather, brushing the stiff outer surface until every 
inch glistened with her abundant spit.

Returning to Adam, Tiffany dove for his weighty balls, 
using her spongy tongue to zestfully lave his hairy sac 
in a dreamy state of elation. Adam's heartfelt groan 
was the first audible sound he had made in several 
minutes. Heather quickly followed suit, moving down to 
clean Dylan's fuzzy scrotum with her restless pink 
tongue.

"You learn fast," Tiffany said, with true admiration. 
"Let's see how much you can take in your mouth."

Heather nodded. With no coaching, she quickly sat up 
and dropped her jaw so her mouth was completely wide 
open. She lowered her open mouth over Dylan's cock 
until the shaft was only halfway visible to Tiffany's 
eyes. When the head butted against her tonsils, she 
jumped back instantly.

"Slow down, sweetie," Tiffany said. "That's no lollipop 
you're sucking there."

Heather panted. "But you make it look so easy," she 
said. "I just thought it would go right down."

"Well, it does," Tiffany said. "But first you have to 
learn how to relax your throat."

"What should I do?"

"Take him in your mouth," Tiffany said. "Slide your 
tongue all the way out. Then, go down really slow. When 
it feels like it won't go back any further, imagine 
you're eating something really good and then swallow. 
That will open your throat. Once it opens, you should 
be able to gulp his cock right down," she said. "The 
key is to breathe so you don't choke. Just inhale 
through your nose, and then slide back as you let the 
air out. The more you practice, the easier it will 
get."

"How did you learn?" Heather asked.

"From my mom," Tiffany said, with a smile. "She lets me 
practice on my father."

"God, I wish I lived with you guys," Heather said. "Our 
mom doesn't let us do anything."

"Tiff," Jonathan said, as he knelt down on the 
mattress. "Aren't you going to tell her what happens at 
the end?"

Heather sucked her teeth. "I already know that," she 
said, rolling her eyes. "That white gooey stuff shoots 
out, with all his little tadpole thingies."

"They're called sperm," Tiffany said. "And the white 
gooey stuff is called cum. Aunt Shelly and I like to 
drink it. You should try it sometime. It's really good 
for you."

Heather was about to answer, when Jonathan slid his 
hands under her skirt.

"Hey," she said, over her shoulder. "What are you 
trying to do?"

"See if you're wet," he answered, as his fingers 
traveled over Heather's pantyhose-fettered mound. He 
turned to Tiffany and confirmed with a short, simple 
nod.

The knowing smile on Jonathan's face mainly confirmed 
that Heather's initiation was proceeding on schedule. 
Dylan required even less effort to convert considering 
how stiff his cock was already and how quickly he had 
accepted the idea of letting his sister practice 
sucking it while his cousins watched.

As Tiffany continued her hands-on lesson in the art of 
fellatio, the look on Adam's face suggested that he was 
probably not adjusting to the Harpers penchant for 
family sex nearly as easily as Heather and Dylan. 
Tiffany could understand how shocking it must have been 
for Adam to learn that his sister had already had sex 
with her and Jonathan at the same time. Now, here she 
was following that revelation with a demonstration on 
cock-sucking for her pre-teen cousin, all of which 
happened within an hour after their first official 
date. 

Still, Tiffany had to assume that none of that was 
harder for Adam to process than being told how his 
sister truly felt about him, how much Shannon would 
give anything to be right where she was at that moment, 
on her knees worshipping her brother's cock.

As strongly as Shannon yearned for Adam, Tiffany 
believed she desired him even more. Her mother had not 
been much older than Tiffany was currently when she and 
her father had first met and later fell in love. She 
needed Adam to see what her family was really like so 
that maybe her parents would accept him instead of 
forcing her to keep that ridiculous promise which she 
never should have agreed to in the first place. She 
gambled on the chance that she and Adam shared a mutual 
lust for his sister, a lust through which she had hoped 
that Adam might realize how much both of them had in 
common. The last thing Tiffany wanted to do was scare 
him away, but like her parents, she sensed there was 
one thing Adam loved which made them the perfect match. 
She reluctantly pulled her mouth away from Adam's cock, 
and then teasingly lifted the bottom of her hip-hugging 
spandex skirt.

"Do you like my pantyhose?" she said, fanning her 
fingers and rubbing them against the silky white nylon 
sealed to her thighs. 

Adam smiled and nodded his head appreciatively. "I do," 
he answered. "Did you wear those just for me?"

Tiffany answered with a sexy smile. She flipped her 
hair and stared deep into his eyes.

"Of course," she said, in her most sensible and 
considerate tone. "I had to put some on again," she 
added selflessly, "especially after what you did to my 
last pair."

Adam blushed. The memory must have excited him because 
his cock swelled before Tiffany's eyes the moment she 
brought it up.

"I'm sorry about that," he said. "I know you probably 
wanted to make out. I just got too excited. I never 
expected anything like that to happen at school."

Tiffany frowned. "You mean all that cum you shot 
everywhere had nothing to do with my legs?"

Adam shook his head. "It was everything," he said, 
awkwardly trying to explain, "your face, your legs, 
your uniform...but especially those pretty tights or 
whatever you call them."

"The other girls wear tights," Tiffany said. "Danskin 
usually," she added. "But they're more expensive so I 
always wear pantyhose. I guess we're just harder on 
them in my family."

Adam laughed. "You must go through a lot of them."

Tiffany just looked at him and smiled. "Hang around 
this house long enough...you'll understand."

Jonathan lied under Heather with his hand rubbing her 
moist crotch while she greedily gorged herself on 
Dylan's meaty cock. The friction of Jonathan's hand on 
her clit caused her to slowly rotate her hips, 
undulating in lewd fashion as her head bobbed 
vigorously over her brother's swollen knob.

"Damn, Tiff," Jonathan said of his sister's protégé, 
"Look at her go. She's almost as good a cocksucker as 
you. What do you think, Dylan? Feels pretty good, huh?"

Dylan had barely said a word since the first moment 
that Heather gobbled that huge fucking thing in her 
mouth. Both he and Tiffany were both mesmerized by the 
act of making of what had to be no less than eight 
inches of solid man-meat repeatedly disappear down 
Heather's throat.

Tiffany had to admit the girl was a natural. She 
appeared to have little or no gag reflex whatsoever. 
She watched in admiration as the natural fluids induced 
by the persistent fucking of her juicy mouth sloppily 
dribbled out in long crystal strands that oozed from 
the corners of Heather's mouth and ran down her chin.

"Yeah, that's it," Tiffany said encouragingly. "Let all 
the spit pour out of your mouth. God, that looks so 
hot. Let him fuck your face."

"Hmmphhh sshhlluupphh ggglluurrkk," was all Tiffany 
heard as Heather took to her new talent like a duck to 
water. Clearly, whatever gene it was that made her 
whole family so incredibly virile and horny everyday, 
Heather and Dylan had it in spades. 

"What do you think, Tiff?" Jonathan asked, "Do you 
think Heather's ready to lose her cherry tonight?"

Tiffany had her hand around Adam's cock. She swiveled 
her wrist as she shuffled her fingers around the glans 
making his knees wobble each time. 

"I don't know about that," she answered. "Just because 
she can handle a cock in her mouth, doesn't mean she's 
ready to fuck yet. I don't think we should rush her 
into anything."

"Maybe you're right," he said reasonably. "But either 
way, my balls are on fire right now. I need to fuck 
someone. I don't care who it is."

"Don't look at me," Adam said. Jonathan laughed.

"No worries, bud," he said. "I'm not that horny. But I 
do wish your sister was here."

"Yeah, so do I," Adam said. "I don't know what I'm 
going to say to her tonight."

"You don't have say anything," Tiffany responded. Her 
eyes were glued to the appetizing sight of pre-cum 
oozing down the bloated head of his blood-engorged rod. 
"All you have to do is pull this baby out and I 
guarantee Shannon will take it from there."

Adam smiled. "You really think it will be that easy?"

Tiffany smiled back. "It worked on me," she said, with 
a subtle wink, "why would your sister be any 
different?"

Adam quietly let the thought register in his head and 
then nodded conclusively as his eyes drifted off to 
what Tiffany logically deduced were visions of things 
to come. 

Heather finally grew tired of holding her mouth open as 
Dylan incessantly sawed his cock back and forth down 
her gurgling throat. 

"When does all the white stuff come out?" Heather 
wondered, with beads of sweats glistening off her brow. 

Tiffany thought about it and realized that Dylan, being 
only ten, was possibly still waiting to have his first 
wet dream.

"I don't know," she answered, before questioning the 
well-hung young stud. "Dylan, have you ever woken up in 
the middle of the night with your sheets all wet?"

Dylan nodded and smiled with his big adorable dimples. 
"Uh huh," he told her. "Mom always yells at me for it 
when she cleans my room. I tell her it's an accident 
but she doesn't believe me. "

"That's because you're a big fat liar," Heather said, 
turning to Tiffany. "When Dad was still at home, I 
heard Mom tell him that she caught Dylan master, umm, 
master...shit...you know, whacking off in his room."

"So," Dylan said. "Daddy told me that it wasn't bad. He 
also said he talked to Mom and she promised not to 
punish me for it. He even said that he was proud of me 
because Mom told him that she couldn't believe how big 
I was, or how much stuff came out when I was done."

Adam looked at Tiffany, frowning curiously. "I wonder 
how she knew that."

Jonathan blurted, "She was probably watching the whole 
time. My aunt Kayla likes to pretend she's innocent, 
but anyone who grew up in the same house with our mom 
can't be too different on the inside."

Tiffany nodded. "That's true. If she wasn't so uptight, 
I could see her being a real slut. She's got the looks. 
Too bad she has such a lame attitude."

Heather quickly came to her mother's defense. "My mom 
isn't lame," she said emphatically. "My mom buys us 
presents and bakes cookies for us whenever we want. She 
may not be as fun as Aunt Shelly but she's all by 
herself now and she's lonely since Daddy left."

Tiffany considered Heather's innocent words of wisdom 
from her knelt position between Adam's legs and 
realized the precocious young blonde had a very good 
point.

"Where is your mother anyway?" Tiffany asked.

"She went to see Daddy," Heather said. "I think they're 
supposed to decide if they still want to get a 
divorce."

"Really?" Jonathan said, scrunching his face 
doubtfully. "When Mom left, she told me that her and 
Kayla were going shopping. That's why you guys got here 
early."

Knowing her mother's one track mind, Tiffany started 
slowly piecing the whole puzzle together. She knew 
Kayla's husband had a thing for younger women. Peter 
had always been a huge flirt. It was pretty hard not to 
notice the way he leered at her from a distance 
whenever Kayla invited her and Jonathan over for 
dinner. Peter was neither ruggedly handsome like 
Tiffany's father, nor did he have that dark, brooding 
quality like Adam. He was more of a pretty boy whose 
cockiness had always been kind of a turn off. Still, 
Tiffany couldn't deny that he was extremely good 
looking by anyone's standards and it had always been 
clear to her that Kayla was still madly in love with 
him even after what Shelly had once described to 
Tiffany as a "minor indiscretion with a young Hooters 
girl."

The pantyhose connection wasn't lost on Tiffany who 
knew from their own interactions that Peter seemed to 
enjoy seeing her in her uniform. Despite the fact that 
her high school football team was actually pretty 
awful, Peter had still taken the time to show up at a 
few of their games just to sit in the bleachers and 
cheer along with both of her obnoxiously loud, but 
fiercely supportive parents.

If her assumption was right, then she already had a 
pretty good idea of what her mother's plan probably was 
to help Kayla win back her man. She looked over at 
Jonathan who was now rubbing his hands all over 
Heather's nylon-covered ass as Tiffany broke his 
concentration.

"I could be wrong," she said, imagining her Aunt Kayla 
somewhere in the city wearing something every bit as 
tawdry and ill-fitting as her own lacy white top, which 
barely contained her soft melon breasts, or the narrow 
band of Lycra taped around her perfect bubble butt like 
shrink-wrap, which Tiffany passed off as skirt, "but I 
think I l know what Mom's up to," she added, briefly 
amusing herself with the vision of a scandalous outfit 
that produced sudden, involuntary erections among men 
of all ages, the kind of sinful ensemble that a prudish 
woman like Kayla couldn't possibly conceive without the 
help of Tiffany's lustful mother who, along with 
proudly proclaiming herself as a true All-American 
slut, had also spent months training her teenage 
daughter on the power of pantyhose and just how to use 
them to seduce anyone at any time, invaluable lessons 
that Tiffany had learned so well.

The whole time she was thinking, Tiffany continued to 
absently stroke Adam's semi-hard cock as he stood there 
held by her gentle grip with her wrist steadily 
churning up and down.

"No offense, Tiff," Adam said bravely. "But if you 
don't mind, I've got to know what it feels like to get 
deep throated by a twelve year old."

Tiffany laughed. "I'm surprised you waited this long," 
she said, with a playful grin. "Johnny looks like he's 
getting pretty worked up over there too. Why don't we 
put this mattress back on the bed where you can guys 
both lay back? Then we'll see if Heather can handle two 
cocks at once."

Heather's eye popped open immediately. "I get to suck 
on their thingy's too," she said cheerfully. "God, 
Tiff, I just love you!"

Dylan sprang up and shouted enviously, "Hey, what about 
me?"

Tiffany turned toward her eager cousin, reached out and 
rubbed his little rosy cheek with the back of her hand. 
"Don't worry, honey," she whispered reassuringly. "I've 
got plans for you, too."

As Tiffany spoke, Adam and Jonathan lifted her 
brother's mattress and placed it back on the bed. They 
covered it under his navy blue sheets and his matching 
bedspread. They climbed up, with their heads toward the 
wall, leaving room in the middle, as they laid side by 
side, both cocks fully hard, eyes trained on Heather, 
who stood there in her bouncy pigtails and her little 
schoolgirl outfit, with her own eyes wide as saucers. 
She kicked off her cousin's shoes and then joyfully 
hopped up between them looking more excited over the 
sight of two hard cocks than if she had woken up on 
Christmas morning to find every present under the tree 
was just for her.

Tiffany moved the dining room chair so the boys were 
now facing her, as Heather crouched between them, with 
her little hands reaching and curling around both cocks 
at once. 

Tiffany assumed Adam and Jonathan would enjoy getting a 
nice view of her long legs in her sparkly white 
pantyhose. So she sat down with her legs spread eagle 
and then slipped her fingers under the waistband, ready 
to give some much needed to attention to the nagging 
itch that came from her overheated clit. She diddled 
the swollen nub with her middle finger as she carefully 
studied Heather and how she would handle the meaty 
challenge that had risen before her.

While Jonathan's penis was far from small, Adam 
definitely had him outmatched in both length and girth. 
Tiffany couldn't help seeing the slight look of 
jealousy on her brother's face when Heather zoomed in 
on Adam's tasty cock first; making a loud gurgling 
sound as it sank passed her lips and caused her to moan 
from what Tiffany knew all too well was the brutal 
ecstasy of a blunt instrument clogging her throat.

With Adam keeping Heather's mouth chock full of cock, 
she still managed to deftly use her right hand to keep 
Jonathan nice and hard, jerking and sucking all at 
once, with spit flying and pigtails flopping every 
which way. Tiffany was impressed.

As Tiffany sat there fingering her juicy cunt, the 
frustration of trying to get at her burning twat while 
fighting against the stingy elastic band around her 
waist forced her to take immediate measures. She 
shrugged at no one in particular in that fraction of a 
second before she quickly resigned herself to 
destroying another pair. She tore through the nylon 
using her sharp nails and then hastily freed her 
steaming pussy from the confines of her restrictive 
pantyhose, breaching the white crotch with a forceful 
and decisive rip.

Tiffany looked over at Dylan who was standing directly 
between Jonathan's bed and the chair in which she was 
now busily fucking herself with her two middle fingers. 
She swooned at the twisted sight of his angelic face, 
with his blonde hair and precious dimples, foolishly 
attempting to use his puny hands in a wasted effort to 
tame the unholy beast that raged between his legs. 

Her stabbing fingers worked to keep pace with the 
rapid-fire motion of her cousin's fist as Dylan 
savagely pummeled his rampant cock with furious vigor. 
The longer he went on, the more Tiffany marveled how a 
ten year old boy could jerk himself off with such 
intensity and not come after the first few seconds. She 
had to assume his stamina came from hours of practice, 
some of which her Aunt Kayla had apparently witnessed 
first hand, a thought which had been firmly lodged in 
the back of the young cheerleader's perverted mind as 
she considered the suddenly real possibility of 
spreading her parent's rules to the whole family. 

While Tiffany was drooling over Dylan's enormous cock, 
Jonathan let out a loud groan that meant Heather must 
have finally switched over to show him what she could 
do with her highly aggressive little mouth. Tiffany 
glanced over at Adam, making a point to smile while he 
gazed longingly at the sight of her greased fingers 
slicing in and out of her steaming hole. Amazingly, 
Heather's tenacious left hand never released Adam's 
rod. The veiny shaft was slick from all the gooey 
spittle she had left behind, providing Heather with a 
perfect lubricant for her relentless hand job.

The hungry look in Adam's eyes sent chills down 
Tiffany's spine as she sensed full well how desperately 
he wanted to replace her fingers with his achingly hard 
cock. The more he watched and the more Tiffany 
considered breaking her promise, the more her pussy 
dripped until her steaming crotch felt like a swamp. 
The juices sprinkling from her watery slit stained the 
pristine finish of her shimmering white pantyhose, 
causing dark splotches that slowly spread and blended 
together, until every stitch of her shredded pantyhose 
was soaked with girl-cum and completely stuck to her 
thighs.

Desperate to come and horny beyond belief, Tiffany 
reached over and grabbed Dylan who yelped in surprise 
as Tiffany pushed him down to his knees. With one hand 
spreading her snatch open and the other pressed against 
the back of Dylan's head, she snarled at the slavish 
combination of pleasure and fear on her cousin's panic-
stricken face.

"You know how always lick the plate on Thanksgiving," 
she said, as her otherwise mellow voice took on a 
sudden boldness. Dylan looked up and nodded quietly, 
before Tiffany spoke again. "Do you see where I have my 
finger?" she patiently added, pointing to the bud of 
her throbbing clit to which Dylan responded by nodding 
like an obedient lap dog. Tiffany looked Dylan squarely 
in the eye and then proceeded to direct him in no 
uncertain terms. 

"I want you to lick me right there." 

Dylan eyed the spot carefully, then looked up with his 
eyes squinted and his nose crinkled in 
misunderstanding.

"So," he said, clearly perplexed, "You want me to lick 
that spot the same way I lick my plate?"

"Yes," Tiffany said, pulling his head closer. "Do it 
now!"

By then, any attempt to protest was cut off as Tiffany 
took his head and shoved it against her hot sticky 
pouch. Out of courage or distress, Dylan promptly 
followed orders making Tiffany squeal as his wormy 
little tongue sputtered over her ultra-sensitive nub at 
warp speed.

"Unnggghhaawwdddd," Tiffany bellowed, as her head flew 
back and her legs snapped together, trapping Dylan's 
head between her damp silky thighs. "Ohhhh 
ffffuuuccckk!!!" she wailed. "Ohhh yyyeessss!!! Lick my 
pussy Dylan! Lick it! Lick it harder! Come on! Ohhhh 
sshiittt! Yeah! There you go! Do it sweetie! Lick that 
goddamn pussy!!!"

Tiffany couldn't stop screaming as she recklessly left 
her helpless cousin with no options other than to keep 
his little tongue moving as she locked him between her 
stronger athletic thighs. 

"Hmmmppphhh," Dylan whimpered. "Shhhliicckk shluurrppp 
shhlliicckk shluurrphhh hmmphhh hmmpppp HMMMPPPPHH!!!"

Tiffany bit hard on her bottom lip, with her eyelids 
sealed and her head lolling about ecstatically as the 
flickering sensations of Dylan's velvety tongue grew 
faster and more urgent. The captive fourth grader 
attacked her clit with everything he had in his little 
body perhaps sensing that it was the only way he could 
break free.

"Ohhhmmmyyygaawwddd!!!" Tiffany hollered. 
"Mmmmyeeesssss gonna cum gonna cum ohhh gawwwdd yesss 
yessss I'm gonna cum...right now...on your fucking 
tongue...yessss!!! There it is!!! Ohh yeahh I'm cumming 
ohhhmyygawwdd I'm cumming yeeaahh yeaahhh yeahhh OHHH 
FUCK YEEAAHHH!!!"

Tiffany rollicked from the sheer seismic force of the 
momentous orgasm that shook not just her but everyone 
within earshot as an endless flurry of high-pitched 
moaning and shrieking rang out from her flailing body 
until finally her limbs went limp and Dylan wearily 
slumped to the floor.

"Oh God!" Tiffany said, stricken with fear and regret 
as the sound of her exhausted cousin dropping to the 
floor snapped her back to reality. She instantly knelt 
down and propped him up under both arms. Her fragrant 
juices coated his weary face with a shiny glaze. "Oh, 
my God, Dylan! I'm so sorry," she said, wiping his 
face. "Talk to me, sweetie. Are you okay?"

Dylan took a long deep breath, and then slowly looked 
up, with his eyelashes fluttering dazedly. He calmly 
smiled, smacked his lips together and then quietly 
whispered, "Better than Mom's gravy."

The moment Tiffany realized Dylan was fine, she smirked 
at his corny joke, let out a nervous laugh, and then 
playfully bopped him on the head.

"You little shit," she said, tickling the boy with her 
finger. "I thought you fainted or something. You scared 
the shit out of me."

Dylan just shrugged and giggled as Tiffany tickled him 
harder. Adam looked truly relieved that nothing was 
wrong, but all Heather did was look down, see her 
brother smiling, and then turned back to continue 
feasting on Jonathan's cock.

The familiar hum of the garage door slowly opening 
downstairs signaled to Tiffany that her mother had 
finally returned which, of course, meant to her that 
once she and Heather were done playing with the boys, 
then maybe she could get some answers about Kayla and 
Peter.

"Is that Mom?" Jonathan asked hopefully. 

Tiffany nodded. "It's almost eight," she said. "I'm 
sure Kayla and Peter are having dinner by now. Mom 
probably did some more shopping on the way home," she 
figured.

Moments later, Adam turned his to the sound of 
footsteps lumbering up the stairs. "Do you think I 
should go?" he asked nervously. "Your mom barely knows 
me. The last thing I want to do is piss her off."

"Don't be silly," Tiffany said, waving her hand, "My 
mom is way cool. Plus, she's already said how much she 
would really enjoy getting to know you," she added 
calmly.

As the footsteps drew closer, Tiffany's words set 
everyone at ease, so no one was expecting it seconds 
later, when Greg suddenly entered the room. 

Adam and Jonathan were still lying on the bed with 
their cocks out. Heather was still between them, bent 
over, with her ass smothered in pantyhose, pointed 
directly at her uncle's incredulous face. On the floor, 
Tiffany was still kneeling with young Dylan languishing 
in her arms. Her bald dewy folds were openly exposed 
through the rip in her white pantyhose, while Dylan's 
semi-erect penis flopped about lewdly between his open 
legs. 

"Holy shit," Greg said, as he scanned the room with the 
same look on his face as the time Tiffany flashed her 
tits at Disneyland. His speech was slurred which also 
suggested he was probably still pretty buzzed from all 
the beers he'd been drinking that evening. He nodded 
his head in everyone's direction, sniffed once or 
twice, and then joked lightheartedly, "If I'd known you 
kids were throwing a party, I would have stayed home."

Tiffany glanced over to Jonathan who silently blinked 
back in his typically clueless fashion. Greg promptly 
crossed the room, stepped right over Dylan and stuck 
his hand toward the one person he had never met.

"Greg Harper," he said with the cordial smile of a 
politician running for office. "You must be Adam."

Adam instinctively pulled up his cargo shorts and then 
stammered awkwardly as he reached out to shake Greg's 
hand.

"I'm a...I'm a friend of Tiffany's," he stumbled. 
"Shannon's my sister."

"Oh, I know," Greg said, releasing his firm grip. "Your 
father and I are golfing buddies," he explained as he 
calmly looked around. He looked quite different without 
his usual shirt and tie. His red and gold Trojans tee-
shirt really showed off his hard chest and broad 
shoulders. Judging from the scruffy overgrowth on his 
face, Tiffany guessed that he probably hadn't shaved 
since Friday morning either. "Looks like you've made 
yourself right at home, huh?" he said, smiling at 
Tiffany's friend. Adam was barely able to make eye 
contact, but he smiled politely and nodded again as 
Greg balled his fist and tapped him with a light punch 
to his left shoulder.

Heather looked extremely excited to have another man in 
the room to admire her transformation. Still sitting on 
her knees, she spun around on Jonathan's bed, smiling 
from ear to ear, as she posed with her elbows out and 
her hands resting on her skinny waist.

"Hi, Uncle Greg!" she said, waving delightfully. "Do 
you like my new clothes?"

With a raised brow, Greg quietly appraised Heather's 
school girl ensemble, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 
"It's very nice," he said finally, before turning down 
to query Tiffany. "I assume this was your handiwork?"

Tiffany nodded and smiled. "Old stuff... doesn't fit me 
anyway. Figured why waste it?" she reasoned. "Hey, 
Heather," she said turning back to her animated cousin. 
"Why don't you show your uncle what else you can do?"

Heather's eyes instantly lit up as she scooted back 
toward Jonathan who was now leaning back with his head 
against the wall. She stretched over him at a ninety-
degree angle, so her pantyhose-bundled ass and legs now 
faced his bedroom window. Jonathan's penis was still 
quite hard as none of this was particularly unusual for 
the boy considering that he fucked at least one member 
of his family on a daily basis.

"Look Uncle Greg!" Heather chirped excitedly as she 
leaned her head down over Jonathan's stiff dick. "Look 
what Tiffany taught me," she said, as she eagerly 
opened her pretty mouth and then wolfed down a good 
seven plus inches with barely a hiccup. 

Tiffany studied Greg's reaction. His eyes slowly closed 
about halfway. It seemed as if he was partly watching 
but mostly thinking pretty intently as he quietly 
observed his niece's amazing display. Heather clearly 
wanted to impress her uncle, so she repeatedly 
swallowed Jonathan's cock deep into the boundless 
reaches of her open throat. The sheer spectacle of his 
young niece gleefully sucking his son's cock clearly 
excited Tiffany's father as he slowly started to rub 
himself, squeezing the bulge which Tiffany could see 
was now growing rapidly through the front of his baggy 
jeans.

Jonathan closed his eyes, hissed like a kettle, then 
threw his head back and groaned loudly, while Heather 
continued her oral frenzy as if hell-bent on punishing 
her own throat. His bloated cockhead distended her 
larynx like a snake trying to swallow a mouse. 

Jonathan grunted, "Fuck, she's gonna make me cum!"

Tiffany chimed in instructively. "He likes it when you 
rub his balls."

Heather listened, using her dainty fingers to cup and 
fondle her cousin's sac making Jonathan flinch and 
tremble near the verge of what his sister expected 
would happen at any moment. Heather may have been a 
natural, but Tiffany still felt the need to warn her 
anyway.

"Heather," she said calmly. 

"Mmm hmmm," the girl answered. Even then, her sucking 
mouth never let go. She seemed to enjoy it that much.

"Heather, you're doing great, sweetheart," Tiffany said 
encouragingly. "But I think Johnny is getting close 
now. Do you understand?"

Heather's only visible response was a subtle nod 
between her desperate slurps. Her once pretty face had 
been completely washed by drool and snot bubbles that 
foamed from her nose and mouth and dribbled down her 
chin.

From the back of her straining throat, the 12-year-old 
gurgled, "Hhheeesshh... sshhhggonna... ggguuummm!!!"

Tiffany nodded and smiled proudly. "That's right," she 
said. "He's gonna come. And Johnny can come a lot. If 
you want, I can help you."

Heather threw up her left hand. "Uh uh!" she protested 
instantly. "Ahh can dooit mmyyysshhellfff!!"

Tiffany got the message and quickly backed off. She 
watched quietly, along with Adam, Dylan and her newly 
arrived father, as Heather's blonde ambition was 
joyously realized in the moment when Jonathan reared 
off the bed and howled so loudly that their deep 
sibling connection made Tiffany moan and shudder right 
along with him. 

Tiffany then focused on Heather's blue eyes which 
suddenly flashed open, followed by a squeal and then a 
blissful murmur. Her eyelids dimmed and her hollow 
cheeks slowly puffed out until Tiffany caught her first 
glimpse of that precious white stuff as it gradually 
began to trickle from the corners of Heather's mouth, 
rivers of delectable semen that leaked down her 
cousin's heavenly face, echoing the errant dribbles of 
warm milk that Heather always spilled from drinking too 
fast.

As Jonathan reveled in the throes of his continuing 
orgasm, each powerful spasm made Tiffany's mouth water 
at the thought of another delicious wad of her 
brother's tasty jizz spewing into her cousin's mouth. 
Tiffany would have to train her how to swallow but she 
still enjoyed the obscene image of warm spunk gushing 
from her cousin's mouth in gooey ribbons of thick 
creamy splooge that rolled down over Jonathan's 
hairless balls and Heather's fingers.

As Greg ominously dropped his pants, he seemed to be 
studying Heather rather intently as he calmly undressed 
and whispered reservedly, "Very impressive."

Tiffany watched keenly as the crimson head of her 
father's massive and menacingly hard cock boldly 
presented itself, dwarfing every other male in the 
room, including Adam and young Dylan who was watching 
with renewed interest as Greg staggered over toward his 
older sister.

Heather didn't look up right away. Her head was still 
bobbing over Jonathan's lap. Greg announced himself 
with the subtle clearing of his throat. With her spongy 
lips still sealed around the swollen head of Jonathan's 
cock, Heather crooked her head sideways to peek in the 
direction of her uncle's graveled voice. Tiffany looked 
on with amusement as her cousin's eyes loomed with 
apprehension and disbelief, an image that recalled her 
own similar reaction upon her first sighting of her 
father's gigantic cock. She watched as Heather leaned 
back, blinkingly rapidly, as her young mind apparently 
struggled to comprehend exactly where or how she could 
possibly handle something so immense.

"So you think you're a big girl now, hmm?" Greg slurred 
tauntingly, as he butted the blunt end of his insistent 
cock right up to her lips. "Try this one on for size."

For the first time that evening, Tiffany could see in 
Heather's shaken expression that the young girl was 
truly intimidated by the unparalleled dimensions of her 
uncle's alarmingly huge member. Again, Heather looked 
to Tiffany for reassurance, glancing at her elder and 
more experienced cousin for what Tiffany assumed was 
some type of moral support.

Before Tiffany could offer even the slightest response, 
Greg had already taken Heather by the head and slid his 
cock half way into the moist vacuum of her tender open 
mouth.

"Huummppphh," Heather garbled as her mouth was suddenly 
invaded in the same rough-hewn manner which Tiffany had 
grown to love. She thought back to how she almost 
suffocated Dylan, reasoning that after seeing what her 
own overzealous behavior had almost done earlier, she 
had no desire to see Heather pushed well beyond her 
limits too.

"Go easy on her, Daddy," she asked mercifully. "She's 
just learning."

Greg nodded respectfully. "Don't worry, princess. I'll 
be gentle," he said, as he slowly began rocking his 
hips back and forth. "But you know what they say," he 
added wittily. "Practice makes perfect."

Tiffany had gotten plenty of practice over the past 
year. The idea of Heather becoming her new pantyhose 
sidekick filled Tiffany with visions of shopping trips, 
dress up parties and tons of double dates. As much as 
she loved having a younger brother, she could already 
sense a sisterly bond forming between her and the 
younger blonde, a bond she expected would soon be as 
tight as the pantyhose which Heather had been so 
excited to finally feel against her milky white skin.

Greg seemed to be on the same wavelength as his beloved 
pantyhose princess. Tiffany could tell by the contented 
look on his face, with his closed eyes, his gaping 
mouth, and the affectionate manner in which he stroked 
Heather's hair that her father was completely 
enraptured by the dizzying sensation of her cousin's 
mouth and the God-given talent which Heather looked 
bound and determined to demonstrate.

Greg poised himself at the edge of the bed, with his 
rigidly extended penis hovering in mid-air like a 
diving board suspended over Jonathan's bedspread. 
Heather leaned forward, her mouth half-opened, 
approaching Greg's cock first from the left, then the 
right, before finally pulling back, and then sulking 
pitifully as she blew out a puff of air that flipped up 
her bangs.

Realizing Heather was going to need some hands-on 
coaching, Tiffany gestured for Jonathan to move so she 
could join Tiffany on the bed. Jonathan took the hint, 
hopped up and decided to take Dylan downstairs.

"Come on," he said, taking his cousin by the hand. 
"Let's go get some ice cream."

Dylan sprang up and followed Jonathan without question. 
As he happily skipped out of the room, Tiffany took 
comfort in knowing that he might have been hung like a 
tripod, but even so he was still just a kid.

Tiffany climbed on the bed and crouched down next to 
Heather. Adam was still seated at the far corner by the 
window, leaning against the headboard in silence with 
his eyes fully trained on the girls. Tiffany had to 
wonder if Adam was just trying to avoid making eye 
contact with her father. If so, she couldn't blame him 
given that her father was an ex-quarterback with a 
clear size advantage, who not only forbid her from 
bringing boys to the house, was also half-drunk and 
looked somewhat agitated to boot.

"Doesn't Heather look hot, Daddy?" Tiffany asked, 
realizing the only way to distract her father from 
getting angry was by keeping his dick hard.

Greg peered over Heather, groaning thoughtfully as he 
nodded in a slow yet definitive gesture of approval. 
"You did good," he said, complimenting his daughter, 
which never ceased to make Tiffany smile. "You might 
want to think about giving her all your old outfits." 

"I did," Tiffany said, "but Kayla would throw them all 
away. You know how she is."

"Hmm," Greg said. "Yeah, good point. Best thing to do 
is just leave it all here."

"That's okay with me, Uncle Greg," Heather said, piping 
up cheerfully. "As long as I get to wear tights like 
Tiffany and Aunt Shelly."

"Pantyhose, sweetheart," Tiffany said, gently 
correcting her. "They're not tights. They're 
pantyhose."

"That's what I said," Heather shot back defensively. 
"And it's same thing anyways. I'm not stupid!"

Tiffany looked up at Greg who quirked his eyebrow and 
then questioned his niece probingly.

"Heather," Greg asked. "Tell me exactly what you like 
about wearing these... tights... pantyhose... whatever 
you call them?"

Heather looked up at her curious uncle, pouting as she 
sadly explained. "Nobody at school ever talks to me 
because my clothes are so boring," she said, before 
turning toward Tiffany which oddly began to fill her 
voice with what sounded like hope. "Tiffany always 
looks so pretty," she added, her high-pitched voice 
building toward a reverent crescendo. "Her clothes are 
never boring," she said emphatically. "Especially her 
tights," she said, repeating it again. "I really love 
the way they look on her legs... all shiny and 
sparkly... like when Grandma puts tinsel on the 
Christmas tree," she noted fondly. "That's the way I 
want to look too."

Tiffany felt deeply flattered as she smiled at her 
cousin, before pausing to ask skeptically, "You mean 
the whole reason why you like pantyhose is because of 
me?"

"Uh huh," Heather answered, nodding readily. "I'm sick 
of dressing like a boy," she said. "If I had more shiny 
stuff... more sparkly stuff like you wear... like these 
tights," she said, reaching down with deep adoration as 
she lovingly caressed her own silky legs, "uh, I 
mean... these pan-TEE-hose," she then said, correcting 
herself, "then maybe I would have more friends."

Greg patted her blonde hair again and answered her 
instructively. "A pretty girl like you won't ever have 
to worry about making friends," he said sagely. "Just 
remember what's most important is your family."

At first, the adoring look on Heather's face had 
Tiffany thinking her cousin was possibly on the verge 
of tears. Her eyes widened, her bottom lip quivered and 
her eyelashes fluttered rapidly as if overcome by a 
sudden surge of affection that made her chest heave 
sharply as well. She looked down, spotted Greg's cock 
and seized on it with a look of crazed lust in her eyes 
that told Tiffany her cousin was clearly a born slut, 
plain and simple. At age 12, Heather Walsh had 
miraculously found her calling. She craved attention, 
she loved cock and she worshipped pantyhose. There was 
virtually nothing left for her to learn.

Tiffany looked on completely awestruck by the ravenous 
manner in which Heather greedily defied nature. Her 
tiny mouth ingested her uncle's turgid sperm pump clear 
down her hollow throat with a loud "shhllooommphh" 
which was followed by what Tiffany sensed in her soul 
as the victorious moan of impossible achievement, a 
blissful sound that echoed through Tiffany's ears and 
warmed every cell in her feverish body until her 
engorged clit finally insisted that she reached down to 
vigorously rub it through the open crotch of the 
tattered white pantyhose that clung to her trembling 
legs. 

"Holy shit!" Adam said, speaking for the first time in 
several minutes. "She just... holy shit... where the 
fuck did it go?"

"Unngghh fuck," Greg groaned. "It's in... her... ohhh 
God... it's in... her... throat!"

Tiffany looked on with a mix of jealousy and admiration 
as Heather set both hands on Greg's hips, her lips 
sealed around his greasy shaft, as she quickly inhaled 
and then slowly peeled her way down, until finally his 
long slippery cock was forcibly released by a short 
cough that also expelled stringy gobs of drool and 
phlegm, which Tiffany knew as just another messy by-
product of her cousin's relentless effort to 
accommodate her father's unyielding girth.

Heather slid back all the way, eyes level with the pre-
cum oozing from the swollen head. She lost herself in a 
moment that everyone else in the room seemed to notice 
but her as she flicked her tongue out to tickle the end 
of Greg's cock and then without ever looking at his 
face earnestly whispered, "Does it feel good Daddy?"

The image of Peter made Tiffany writhe against her 
masturbating fingers from the sheer depravity of 
knowing she and her cousin shared the same gene which 
made them both yearn for their father's penises. The 
angle on all fours wasn't enabling her to hit the right 
spot, so Tiffany rolled onto her back and splayed her 
legs open like it was cheer practice in three-inch 
heels. She pointed her shoes back toward the wall in a 
way that graphically afforded her father with a perfect 
view of her steaming wet pussy as the young Miss Harper 
shamelessly displayed herself for her father's 
appreciate eyes, the crowning jewel being Tiffany's 
pink sandals which sat atop her outstretched legs like 
pretty tiaras, or perhaps cherries on a mouth-watering 
cake glazed under pantyhose icing.

Tiffany was still coming down from Dylan's tongue 
lashing, but the thought that Heather had accidentally 
confused Greg with her own father was pushing her to 
the brink faster than she ever anticipated. Soon her 
spasmodic fingers were bringing on yet another blinding 
orgasm as Tiffany cried out, gasping and shrieking 
while her father watched and his cock continued to 
plunge deep inside Heather's bottomless throat.

It was all Tiffany could do to keep from begging her 
father to forget about Heather and slam into her with 
that big cock, which until then she had always 
considered the rightful property of her and her mother. 
She then looked at Adam and realized what might have 
happened if her father had returned from the bar just a 
few minutes later. Her mind flooded with guilt as she 
realized her father was no more at fault for lusting 
after his niece then she was for bringing Adam home in 
the first place.

Greg answered Heather's question with a nod and a moan, 
before he finally whispered, "Yes, angel. It feels like 
heaven in your mouth."

Heather reacted by devouring him yet again, drooling, 
gurgling and spewing continuous threads of spittle and 
tonsil fluid from the depths of her brutally excavated 
throat. Technically, Tiffany knew her cousin was still 
a virgin, but all that did was increase the perverse 
impact of seeing a girl so young and so innocent 
willingly and eagerly allowing her own uncle to fuck 
her virgin throat as if it literally was her pussy.

As Greg sped up the piston-like motions of his 
thrusting hips, Tiffany smiled up at him, knowing how 
much he had to enjoy the added bonus of watching her 
rub her pussy in her pantyhose. 

"I think you're friend over here might be feeling a 
little left out," Greg said, referring to Adam who had 
begun anxiously fondling himself through his half-
opened shorts. "Maybe you should give him a hand," her 
father then surprisingly suggested.

Tiffany couldn't believe her ears. She had never 
imagined her father allowing such a thing to happen, 
especially not in front of him.

"Do you mean it Daddy?" Tiffany asked sitting up on her 
knees.

Greg nodded. "Of course," he said, smiling. "What kind 
of hosts would we be if we didn't know how to treat our 
guests? Now, stop questioning me, get over there and 
suck that boy's cock."

Tiffany didn't know what to say. Knowing her father 
wasn't angry filled her with a tremendous sense of 
gratitude and relief. Just the act of telling of Adam 
and Shannon the truth about her family meant Tiffany 
had already broken their vow of secrecy which was house 
rule number two. To make things worse, Tiffany had now 
recklessly invited a non-relative into their home to 
witness their condemnable lifestyle first hand. 
Although technically Tiffany hadn't broken her promise, 
she still couldn't help wondering if her father didn't 
feel at least somewhat betrayed. 

"So you're not angry?" Tiffany asked just to be sure.

Greg was too distracted by the persistent suction of 
Heather's tireless mouth to answer the question right 
away. Finally, without looking up, he calmly answered. 

"Why would I be angry?"

Tiffany returned the question with a wide-eyed stare as 
she honestly whined, "Because I broke the rules."

Greg paused, thinking to himself as if that hadn't 
actually occurred to him until that very moment.

"Yes," he said, nodding. "I suppose that's true. But 
what would you like me to do? Bend you over my knee and 
give you a spanking. I think you're too old for that."

Tiffany looked at Heather then turned to see Adam 
smiling after the spanking remark. Heather finally took 
her mouth away from Greg's cock and complained that her 
jaw was getting sore. Tiffany climbed off the bed, and 
then took Heather by the hand and helped her down as 
well. She instructed Heather to go find a bathroom so 
she could wash up before dinner. Heather slipped back 
into her chunky heels, and then clipped and clomped 
noisily out of the room.

After reminding Heather not to use the good towels on 
her face, Tiffany stepped back toward her father, who 
unexpectedly swept her up in his big burly arms and 
then smothered her with a beer-flavored kiss that left 
Tiffany with the bitter taste of Budweiser on her lips.

"What was that for?" she said, wiping her mouth.

"Dunno," Greg said, laughing for no apparent reason. 
"Trojans played like shit. Guess I'm just glad to be 
home. Where's your mother?"

Tiffany shrugged, "Last I heard, she was out shopping 
with Kayla."

Greg raised his eyebrows. "Since when do those two go 
shopping together?"

"I have a theory," she said cryptically. "But I'll 
explain later. What should we do for dinner?"

"We can order in," Greg said, before turning to 
Tiffany's quiet companion. "So, tell me Alan," he said, 
scratching his head. "I'm sorry. It is Alan, right?"

"Uh...Adam, sir," the young man stuttered. "Alan's my 
father."

"Right," Greg said, laughing again, louder this time. 
"Al Resnick's kid. I've met your sister. She's quite a 
pistol, huh? I think the last time I saw you was 
probably three, four years ago. You've really filled 
out since then. Been hitting the weights, huh?"

Adam nodded. "I started lifting last year," he said. 
"I'm not really into sports though. I just needed a way 
to get in shape."

Greg nodded. "Nothing wrong with that," he said, and 
then he asked bluntly. "So how long have you been 
wanting to fuck my daughter?"

Tiffany blushed. She glared at her father and instantly 
squealed, "Daddy!"

Greg quirked an eyebrow as if the question was 
completely harmless. "What?" he said feigning 
innocence. "Was I not supposed to ask him that?" 

Tiffany glanced over at Adam, who was now squirming on 
the corner of Jonathan's bed.

"Umm, Mr. Harper," he said nervously. "I'm not here to 
make trouble. If you want me to leave, that's no 
problem."

"Nonsense," Greg said, stepping in to set a hand on 
Adam's shoulder. "We're just getting to know each 
other," he said affably. "Right, Tiff?" he added, 
turning back to his bewildered daughter who stood there 
with her arms folded as she shifted nervously in her 
pink shoes.

"Uhh... yeah," she answered timidly. "We're all just... 
getting to know each other."

"You see," Greg said, grabbing Tiffany and clutching 
under his left arm. "That's what I love about my little 
princess. She understands everything," he said, beaming 
with pride. "Did she tell you she's on a special diet?"

Adam tilted his head at the question. "Not really," he 
said. "I just remember her saying something about 
cutting out carbs."

Greg nodded emphatically. "Exactly!" he said. "The 
women in this family are all about protein. Can't get 
enough. Keeps them slim and healthy. Right, sweetie?"

Tiffany didn't answer. No words were necessary. She had 
already assumed that her father must have been trying 
to test Adam's resolve. 

As Greg spoke, Tiffany looked straight ahead, focusing 
on Adam, watching him carefully to spy even the 
slightest glimpse of panic or discomfort on his face as 
Greg slowly guided her to stand between them. She 
purred softly under her breath as Greg slid his hands 
around her waist, and then slid his fingers over her 
bare stomach and up to the front of her lacy top which 
he deftly untied to promptly avail himself of her firm 
naked breasts, which he freely began to palm and fondle 
as openly as he pleased.

"So, talk to me, son," Greg said, ignoring his 
daughter's plaintive reactions as he rolled and twisted 
her nipples between his fingers. "It's okay. I was your 
age once myself. I just want to know...what do you like 
about my daughter?"

Adam shrugged. "I dunno," he said, avoiding her gaze. 
"She's fun. She's pretty. She's a great kisser. She 
looks great in her uniform..."

Greg nodded thoughtfully. Then he lowered his voice. 
"Do you think she's a slut?"

Adam frowned, then threw out his right hand and waved 
it dismissively. "No, not at all. Your daughter's a 
good girl. All we've ever done is kiss. I swear... 
that's it."

"I see," Greg said, as he slowly began pelting his 
daughter's neck with gentle kisses that made her bones 
tingle. "Tell him," Greg calmly insisted through a soft 
hypnotic whisper that tickled his daughter's left ear. 
"Tell our new friend what you really are."

Tiffany seethed on the inside as her father continued 
shamelessly molesting her in front of Adam. She had 
barely heard the words which had practically dripped 
down off of her father's lips when she panted softly, 
with her chin up and her eyelids parted half way. 

"I'm a slut," she said breathlessly, stating it for all 
to hear.

Her lustful words made Greg's erection flinch against 
the slope of her nylon-covered rump. Her pussy 
responded in a flood of secretions that glistened from 
the lips of her hairless pink slit. Greg guided her 
toward Adam one gradual step at a time until she could 
feel the boy's warm breath just inches from her 
trembling face. 

"Look at him," Greg said, as the head of his penis 
nestled against the satin seam of her moist welcoming 
hole. 

Normally, Tiffany was quick to obey, but until then she 
had never worried so much about what she stood to lose 
after crossing a certain line. She kept her head down, 
knowing that some part of Adam had to be judging her, 
had to be wondering what in the world he had gotten 
himself into with this wildly outrageous family. 

No sooner had she started to doubt herself, then Greg 
took both of his large masculine hands and placed them 
against her outer thighs. He leisurely began rubbing 
her silky legs over the quilted fibers of the sheer 
white nylon. The subtle friction of his tender caress 
filled Tiffany with warmth and affection that passed 
from her father's gentle fingers through the soothing 
embrace of her soft comforting pantyhose.

Feeling her father's loving touch, coupled with the 
hardness of his swollen cock that throbbed even harder 
as he rubbed up and down her legs, conjured in 
Tiffany's mind images of her mother, the woman in whose 
image the young blonde had been molded from birth, the 
woman who had dedicated her entire life to serving her 
family and training her daughter in the art of pleasing 
men. At 15, the young Miss Harper had already proven 
herself as a worthy heir to her mother's legacy. All 
she needed was the right the man, someone strong enough 
to continue their family tradition. The only way to 
find that man was to stop caring about what other 
people thought and truly live by rule number one: 
always tell the truth.

In that moment, Tiffany's eyes flew open to see Adam 
sitting just inches away. Their eyes were almost level 
with one another, while their lips were almost touching 
as well. Tiffany had no intention of pulling away as 
she leaned in close enough to feel his heartbeat. Her 
voice turned soft but decisive all at once, as she 
chillingly repeated her words against his Adam's 
quivering mouth.

"I'm a slut," she purred yet again, inflaming them both 
beyond redemption.

Adam was kissing her before the feeling could even 
register in her brain. The walls faded to a blur as her 
mind focused on getting her hand around Adam's cock. 
His penis welcomed her squeezing fingers with pulsing 
and twitching as if Tiffany could actually feel the 
blood surging through its bulging veins, while her 
desperate hand skillfully brought it back to its full 
raging hardness.

"I'm a slut!" she said, almost sobbing by that point, 
when Greg finally breached her narrow crease, drilling 
his cock deep into her wet snatch. "Ahhhhh," Tiffany 
moaned as Greg unexpectedly filled her tight pussy as 
no one else ever had. 

From somewhere in the foggy recesses of her weary mind, 
she could feel the moist pressure of Adam's tongue 
slipping in and out of her mouth. It could have been 
anything, his tongue, his finger, his cock. It didn't 
matter. Once it was in her mouth, she sucked 
instinctively. She sucked hard. She gripped Adam's cock 
in her tight fist and savagely beat him off for 
everything she was worth, tenderizing his meat without 
let up as Greg rammed her from behind in a furious 
blitz, each powerful thrust releasing one deafening 
moan after another.

"Suck his cock," Greg ordered, shoving his daughter's 
head in Adam's lap. 

Adam groaned as Tiffany quickly accepted his hard-on 
between her ravenous lips, teasing him with a series of 
short shallow sucks, before gulping him down to the 
root for her own pleasure as much as his. She might 
have learned how to suck cock from her mother, but like 
Heather, the way Tiffany drooled and slobbered all over 
Adam's cock wasn't something she needed to be taught. 

Each violent collision with her father's pounding hips 
kept pushing and prodding Tiffany to expose her true 
nature: the insatiable slut, the dirty teenage 
seductress hopelessly and shamelessly addicted to 
pantyhose and cum. All she needed was cum. She needed 
it so much. The short skirts, the skimpy tops, the sexy 
high heels – it was all for that sweet taste of cum – 
all of it except for the pantyhose, which she eagerly 
wore to excite herself as much as anyone else.

With her eyes closed and her head rhythmically bouncing 
up and down, a jubilant sense of freedom fueled her to 
continue sucking in a manic effort to liberate the 
semen in Adam's inflated balls.

Lost her in own reverie, her lascivious declarations 
reverberated in her silent thoughts over and over, as 
she euphorically continued to remind herself exactly 
what she was and what she always needed to be.

"I'm a slut," she heard echoing in the back of mind. 
"I'm such a slut," came the words again as her father 
held her by the waist, plowing her with his steely rod, 
his hands ever-stroking her through her silky hose.

Curiously, her father noted, "I don't think I've ever 
seen you in white before. Did you buy them yourself?"

Tiffany nodded with her mouth full. "Mmm hmmm," she 
replied sloppily, knowing her father would be very 
pleased to know how she spent her allowance.

"God, they're sexy," he said approvingly, as Tiffany 
swiveled her hips, certain that her father was staring 
down at her shiny hose-covered ass.

"You're such a slut, aren't you?" Greg said to his 
cheerleading teenage daughter. "You're Daddy's little 
pantyhose slut, aren't you princess?

Tiffany moaned and whimpered ecstatically while her 
father fucked her young pussy so wonderfully well. She 
could only wonder if Adam would ever be able to match 
his skill.

Of course, she would have to wait to find that out. She 
just didn't know for how long. If Greg and Adam became 
friends, maybe she could somehow convince her father to 
change the rules. But the thought quickly left her 
mind, when it felt like her father was starting to slow 
down.

She turned back to her father and urgently pleaded, 
"Daddy, don't stop!"

Instead of his rapid power strokes, Greg began 
leisurely churning his hips, so Tiffany could feel his 
hardness playfully lingering in her desperately burning 
cunt.

As Tiffany continued stroking her boyfriend's cock, her 
father made a shocking statement that stunned and 
excited her so intensely that she started to come for a 
third time at the mere sound of his voice.

"I think it's time to switch places," he uttered 
distinctly.

The walls of her pussy squeezed around her father's 
cock as Tiffany moaned and shivered from the abiding 
joy that her young body was simply too small to 
contain. 

"Ohhhmmmyygggaaawwwddd!" she wailed. "Ohhhh yesss... 
please let him fuck me!"

Tiffany begged, writhing and squirming orgasmically, 
until Adam suddenly had his own reaction, as he groaned 
and then blasted her in the face with a high launching 
geyser of unexpectedly hot spunk. The first shot 
completely got away, but once Tiffany felt his creamy 
lava slap her across the chin, there was no escaping 
her voracious hunger as she quickly began guzzling it 
all down her throat.

She eagerly swallowed the surging streams of his rich 
tasty sperm, milking him tenaciously with her hard-
pumping fist, draining out every last drop in faithful 
adherence to her cherished family values. 

She finished the job by reaching down with her delicate 
fingers to gently massage Adam's sensitive balls. The 
slightest pressure was still enough to make Adam grunt 
and then forcefully squirt the salty remnants that 
found a new home in Tiffany's hospitable mouth.

She dropped to her knees and turned to see Heather 
kneeling next to her on the floor. She wasn't sure how 
long her cousin had been sitting there, but she was 
more intrigued by sight of Heather's gyrating hand, 
rubbing and fingering her virgin pussy under the 
straining threads of her suntan pantyhose. 

Greg obviously enjoyed it, too. He watched with his 
hand flying up and down his cock, gaping as Heather 
played with herself.

"Can I taste some, too?" Heather said, causing Greg to 
buckle at the knees and fire off like a 12-guage, 
raining sperm like buckshot that showered Heather from 
her blonde pigtails, to her plaid miniskirt, to the 
sparkling pantyhose that he drenched with his sticky 
white jizz.

"Great," Heather said, as she sat there sulking with 
streaks of cum splattered across her cheeks. "Now I 
have to go wash my face again..."

To be continued...


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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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