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A Matter of Taste
An Erotic Story by Frank McCoy
***
Having your own brother's cum flavoring your breakfast
was, well, I shuddered almost in orgasm at the very
thought; and resolved to ask Mike or Dad if one of them
could jack-off on my breakfast some morning, just so I
could see what it tasted like. (MFmfg, youths, ped,
family-inc, orgy)
***
"Mmmmmm, that's good," I thought; licking my lips, at
the same time my right hand twisted my clit, while my
other one was two fingers deep in my hot little hole. I
had my legs spread, and both hands in my crotch, while
I worked myself up to the orgasm I had been building
for all day long.
Beside me Laura slept the sleep of the completely
satisfied; not even aware of her older sister's rising
orgasm. Not that she would have cared if she had been
awake... watching doesn't turn my little sister on,
like it does me. I licked my lips again; savoring the
memories of the day (and other things) that had gotten
me so stimulated that for the first time in a week I
had to masturbate.
It all started this morning, when Mother was making
breakfast...
"Marie, could you go down and check on Mike and Toni?"
she asked. "Don't disturb them if they're busy," she
instructed me. "Just wait until they're done and make
sure they do a good job before you interrupt them. Then
let them both know that breakfast is ready as soon as
they finish."
Mother didn't even offer to serve me breakfast first.
She, like all the rest of the family, knows full well
my "taste" in such things, and that I wouldn't be able
to eat while thinking about what my two older siblings
were doing. As I said, my mother knows me very well.
I grinned at her, almost snickering internally at the
outrageous pun, while I followed my mother's
instructions and headed down to "check up on" whatever
obscene things were going on in the bedroom my big
sister shared with our big brother. "Mother really IS a
kinky bitch," I thought with another internal grin. Of
course, being "kinky" ran in the family... As I should
well know.
Well, it wasn't as kinky as it sometimes was, but it
was still quite sexy. I got to my brother and sister's
bedroom just in time to see Toni fit our big brother's
swollen penis in her crack, before sliding down until
almost every inch had vanished into her body. They both
must have known I was coming to watch, because Mike was
sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the door, while
Toni sat on his lap with legs spread in my direction,
so I could see every detail of their obscene coupling.
As I mentioned earlier, my whole family knows my taste
in sex, and tries to see that I'm not left out; even
though I don't get turned on by the same things that
they do. Once again, I almost giggled at the
unintentional pun. The "action" going on between my big
sister's legs was too interesting though, for me to
spend much time in mirth. If I got carried away, I
might miss the best part.
Mike and Toni must have been going at it for some time
before I came in, as his prick was white and shiny with
slippery stuff, while my big sister's crotch was
dripping. No wonder she hadn't had to get him excited
before sliding down on him like that, I figured my
brother and sister must have been fucking around for
over half an hour; probably just waiting for me to
arrive to watch their climax.
I guess the thought of my older brother blowing his
seed in his own sister's unprotected womb, while their
little sister watched him do it, was almost as an
erotic idea to my two older siblings as it was to me.
For sure it didn't take the two incestuous lovers more
than a minute or two to cum, once I got settled on the
floor in front of them, with my face almost between
their legs, so I could get a good close-up view of
their coupling. Talk about the best seat in the house!
Of course, my big sister would argue that; pointing out
that HER position, with her "sitting" on our big
brother's prick like that, was the, "best seat in the
house."
It was all I could do to keep from gasping with
laughter at the very thought; thus missing the most
interesting part. My big sister is just as kinky in her
own way as I am. (Some people would say she's even
kinkier; fucking her own big brother like that, without
taking precautions.) Of course, our whole family is
kinky. We just have different kinks to get us off.
As I said, it didn't take long after I got settled in
front of them before Mike was gasping, "Oh Sis, I'm
gonna..." while jamming his prick into Toni's belly
with sharp insistent jabs. I knew it wouldn't be long
before my big brother's sperm was decorating the inside
of our sister's womb, and the thought almost had me
gasping with excitement.
My breath whistled through my teeth; and I had my legs
jammed together to suppress the rising itch in my
crotch, before I found myself reaching down in my
panties and fingering myself as I watched. (Not that
either of them would have minded if I did... It's just
that it would have been too distracting to cum
myself... Heck, I might miss it when Mike came in Toni;
and I didn't get to watch them often enough to want to
miss it even once.)
My big sister seemed to be as excited about feeling our
big brother cum inside her as either Mike or I was. "Do
it... Do it, do it," she half-groaned; while her
motions grew almost frantic on top of him; until one of
her wilder gyrations almost pulled him out. Somehow
Toni managed to slow down enough to keep from losing
him, while our brother's motions became even more
violent, if possible. "Oh god..." he groaned; and I
knew my big brother had lost it.
So did my big sister; as the jerking inside her belly
must have been unmistakable. Toni pulled up for a
second, until only the head of Mike's prick was inside
her, so for almost a second I could see the bulges
running up our big brother's prick, as ripples running
through the tube on the bottom showed the older boy was
actually cumming inside my big sister, and not faking
it. The very idea of my big brother ejaculating his
sperm in my sister was so erotic I almost came myself;
fighting down the urge to climax, by squeezing my legs
together.
Once Toni was sure I had seen enough to satisfy ME, she
dropped down so that Mike's prick was completely
sheathed in her tight slot, and the following bulges in
the tiny bit of brotherly prick remaining outside just
told me the older boy was squirting his sperm as far up
in my big sister's belly as either of them could get it
to go.
By this time my face was pressed so close to my big
sister's crotch; that I could see, smell, and almost
taste each incestuous bulge as yet another thick wad of
cum rippled through my brother's prick and into my big
sister's welcoming womb. God, it was exciting to see
that. (Not to mention the SMELL alone, was almost
enough to make me cum in my shorts. The temptation to
stick out my tongue and taste the delicious meringue
making a mess of the juncture of my older sibling's
bodies was almost overwhelming.
The smell, look, and feel of hot sweaty bodies mixed
with sex and even the delicious smell of cum almost
made me feel I could taste it without even sticking out
my tongue. Still, I knew better than to touch either of
them without being invited. Our parents had made it
abundantly clear that none of us were to ever touch
another family member in a sexual way, unless that
other person made it abundantly clear (in advance!)
that such touching would not only be tolerated, but
welcomed.
Dad and Mother weren't going to let any of us rape any
of the others; or even let any of us take advantage of
someone else's weaknesses. That's how I had managed to
remain a virgin, even with all of the rest of the
family having an almost continual orgy around me.
Neither Dad nor Mike were about to try having sex with
me, unless I approached them first... which from the
look of things, would be a long time.
While I like sex well enough, my "tastes" are
completely different from the rest of the family. And I
knew my big sister would NOT like to be disturbed by
feeling a tongue on her sensitive areas, while she was
enjoying the final satisfying twinges of pleasure from
having her pussy pumped full of our big brother's seed.
It was this mutual trust... Her that I wouldn't touch
her when she wasn't ready, and me trusting them to not
try and force me to join them, that allowed us to do
this; with me almost having my face buried in my
sister's crotch; enjoying the vicarious pleasures of
watching my older siblings mate like two minks, while
my big brother and sister "got off" on knowing that
their little sister got a kick out of seeing them do
it. If we hadn't trusted each other to not touch, then
we wouldn't have been able to do it.
"Thanks Big Brother," said Toni; as I watched a last
shudder of pleasure ripple through her body. Mike
didn't answer in words; just hugging her close while
the last sticky drops of sperm oozed out of his prick
and into my big sister's body. I knew that while Mike
was too exhausted from that climax to say anything,
from the heavy whistling of his breath, I also knew
that he was just as grateful to my big sister for what
she had done for him, as she was for what he did for
her. He had made it abundantly clear in the past.
Lori gave one last satisfied shudder; then reached down
and patted the back of my head; pulling my face into
her crotch; so my nose was almost sticking into the gap
around our big brother's cock at the top of her vagina.
Thus given permission, I reached out with my tongue and
lapped at the tasty juncture of sibling sex. The smell,
look, feel, (and especially taste!) of my big sister's
spendings, mixed with the slightly sharper and sweeter
tastes of pre-cum left on her matted hair was
exquisite.
My mind almost blew away at the delicious flavor of my
brother and sister combined; even though I didn't get
even a taste of the stuff I like most; as my brother
had left every drop of cum inside Toni's belly where it
belonged, instead of wasting it on the outside.
Oh well... perhaps some other time.
After I had licked them both clean (as much as I could
with them still joined together like that) I pulled
back and sat on my haunches. I knew better to overdo my
welcome; and while my big sister had enjoyed the feel
of me cleaning her up; lesbian tendencies just weren't
in her book of pleasures.
If I got too eager, she might not let me do it again
next time. (Not that I'm a lesbian either; being fully
as heterosexual as everybody else in the family. It's
just that MY pleasures are different from theirs, in a
different manner than that. You might say I have
different tastes, than they do. (Damnit! There I go
again. <Giggle.>)
I watched as Toni and Mike rolled back on the bed,
still together; while they enjoyed the final twinges of
being mated. Then, almost with regret it seemed, they
finally pulled apart.
While I had done a pretty good job of getting them
clean when they were stuck together, Mike's prick STILL
looked a smeary mess when they pulled apart. Toni's
tight little cunny though had only a tiny white seepage
to show that her own big brother's incestuous sperm was
even then wriggling up inside her womb; looking for an
egg to fertilize.
My big sister is so tight inside, that rarely does much
more than a drop escape; and even though my big brother
has been spasming her belly full of incestuous cum for
over three years now, she's never caught. I know
neither one is using any precautions or even seem to
care if she gets pregnant or not. If she does, she
does, and neither of my two older siblings or even our
parents seem to be worried about it.
I guess they figure they'll worry about that, if and
when Toni's pants start to get tight. Doesn't that
almost blow you away? I know it does ME. Even my little
sister seems to be turned-on by the idea of our older
siblings mating like that. But I'll get to HER later.
Toni looked at the tasty sausage dangling between our
big brother's legs; and with an apologetic look at me,
she bent over and sucked the half-erect member into her
mouth' stripping the delicious juices from the outside,
and enjoying the sweeter taste of the white dribble
oozing from the tip. Our big brother's prick stayed
half-erect at this stimulation; but he didn't get
another full-sized hard-on. I guess he couldn't.
Only when she had cleaned up almost every drop, did my
sister remember me. While Toni isn't as orally-fixated
as I am, she DOES like the flavor of her pussy on our
big brother's prick... yes, and even his cum too.
"Want a taste?" She asked apologetically; reaching down
to Mike's balls, and stripping one last thick drop out
of his prick, so it made a tiny puddle oozing from the
tip. I could see a white streak on my big sister's
tongue, so I knew she had tasted Mike herself.
Even with my disappointment, I couldn't blame my sister
for getting a good taste of our big brother's cum,
before offering any to me. I mean, I KNEW just how good
it tasted; just as much as my big sister knew how much
I liked the taste, so she didn't "hog" it all to
herself.
I nodded; grateful that I even got a taste. After all,
my older siblings didn't HAVE to invite me to watch
their sex-play... and they certainly didn't have to let
me taste either of them afterwards. I was lucky to be
allowed to watch; as most 12-year-old girls aren't even
allowed to do that!
"Mmmmmm." My mind STILL tingles at the delicious taste
of my big brother's seed oozing against my tongue. I
swirled it around in my mouth; trying to coat every
inch without swallowing, so I could enjoy the taste as
long as possible.
Sadly, there was only a tiny drop; as my big brother
must have left most of his sperm inside my big sister's
body where he had been trying so frantically to plant
it. I guess my loss, was my big sister's gain. Still, I
was grateful to both of them for letting me have even
this little bit. They COULD have just chased me out,
once they had cum and I had completed my mother's
instructions to, "Check on Mike and Toni; and let them
both know breakfast is ready when they're done."
I savored the flavor of my big brother's cum, while I
repeated our mother's instructions. For all the time it
takes to describe, it had only been a little over five
minutes since I came in to "check on" my two older
siblings.
I was still licking my lips when I arrived at the
table. After that delicious appetizer, I was ravenously
hungry.
Mother just grinned as she slid a big platter of ham,
eggs, and toast in front of me. She knows how hungry
the sight, sound, smell, (and taste!) of seeing my
brother and sister fucking makes me.
Even though it was probably gone with the first bite, I
still imagined the taste of my own big brother's cum
was flavoring every bite. God, what a delicious
thought... Having your own brother's cum flavoring your
breakfast like that. I shuddered almost in orgasm at
the very thought; and resolved to ask Mike (or Dad and
Mother) if one of them could jack-off on my breakfast
some morning, just so I could see what it tasted like.
Even though the rest of the family thinks I'm kinky,
and don't really get as turned on as I do by things
like that, they still like to see me "get my jollies
off" too. So if I asked, I knew that eventually one (or
delicious thought) or possibly even both of my male
relatives would do it. Lord knows, even with four horny
females in the house, (well, possibly only three, if
you don't count me) both Mike and Dad STILL "whacked
off" on a semi-regular basis. Doing it over their
little sister's (or daughter's) breakfast wouldn't be
all that hard for studs like them. Who knows? They
might even get off on it themselves.
I resolved to ask, at the earliest opportunity.
"Well?" asked my mother; interrupting my train of
thought, "Did they do a good job?"
I thought of the way Mike had looked while spasming my
big sister's belly with cum. His face had been almost
expressionless; but you could tell he was practically
in heaven. Even though only a tiny drop leaked out
later, I figured my big brother had left enough sperm
in our sister's womb to make Lori be having her big
brother's babies for the next five years... if she was
in a condition to "catch" which I figured she was. And
remembering the way my older sister's belly had
fluttered in cramps around her big brother's prick; I
knew the older girl had enjoyed it almost as much (if
not more) as my big brother had. "Yes... I guess you
could say they had done a "good job."
"Yes," I said; remembering the frantic coupling, "they
did a good job. From the look of them when he was
cumming, you would almost swear Mike was pumping at
least a quart of baby-juice in Toni's belly." I giggled
at the thought of my big sister's belly being swollen
with that much cum being pumped inside her; then almost
cramped at the devastatingly horny thought of that much
cum pumping out of my big brother's prick for me to
drink. The thought of a whole Mason jar filled with
white slippery goo; just waiting there for ME to drink
up every drop, was so erotic I almost doubled over in
unexpected orgasm. Damn! That was twice in one day I
almost came without even being touched; just at the
thought of what my big sister and brother were doing.
"Yes," I said; repeating myself, "I'd say they must
have done a VERY good job."
Mother looked at me for a moment; probably wondering
what I was thinking; as I shivered and shuddered in the
memory of just how good a job my brother had done on
our sister. "You know, you don't HAVE to watch them, if
you don't want to." she said.
"No Mother," I answered; shivering at the delicious
memory. "It's I LIKE to watch them get it on. It's just
that it gets me so... so..."
"...Frustrated?... Horny?" she asked; completing my
thought. "Um. Maybe we'll have to do something about
that," she said; looking at me with some concern. "I'll
talk to your father, and maybe we'll see if we can't
arrange for something tonight... OK?" She looked at me
questioningly.
The smile I sent Mother would have made a car headlight
look dim. Damn, I had never expected this! Usually
Mother was as protective of HER few chances with Dad
(considering my little sister) that she wouldn't even
suggest such a thing. Still, my mother seemed to
appreciate (to a small extent at least) that vaginal,
cock-in-cunt sex was not the ONLY way for people to get
off. Maybe the most important to her and the rest of
the family; but not the only way. Even though it seemed
like a "waste" to her, Mother still appreciated that
the way I got pleasure from sex was NOT the way she and
my two sisters did.
"Thanks Mom," I almost squealed with glee; using my old
"baby" name for Mother.
"Well, don't get TOO excited," she reminded me. "I
still have to clear this with your father, you know." I
wasn't worried. Dad hadn't once turned down ANY of us
girls when we approached him for sex of any kind. Even
when Laura wanted him to take her cherry, two weeks
after she had her first period, Dad hadn't refused
her... once he had warned the 8-year-old what might
happen (this was two years ago).
While they hadn't exactly been "fucking like bunnies"
ever since, my little sister HAD almost taken over for
Mother in their bedroom at night. Since mother wasn't
nearly as oversexed as the rest of the family, wanting
it only two or three times a week, this wasn't as bad
for her as it sounds. Mother had actually enjoyed the
fact that Laura could "take over" every morning, and
almost every other night; so Dad didn't have to miss
out on "real sex" when she didn't feel like it.
Previous to that, Mother had been "letting" Dad "use"
her body to jack-off into, on the days when she wasn't
horny herself. To have her horny 8, 9, and now 10 year
old daughter be "willing" to relieve her father's
urges, had been a relief for both of them. Still,
Mother usually jealously guarded HER scheduled times
with Dad. After all, she DID get horny sometimes
herself. Especially with three horny teenagers putting
on a porno-show in the house almost every day.
On the other hand, Mother knew that I could get almost
as horny as my two sisters, and wasn't about to see me
neglected either. After some discussion, Mother told me
that while she was willing to give up "her turn" with
Dad, so I could get some relief, I was going to have to
make some negotiations with my two sisters for a more
permanent solution.
It wasn't fair that they got all the sex from the men
in the house, and I didn't get any... Even if both men
DID prefer the same kind of sex as my two sisters did.
I was almost shivering in happiness at the thought that
I would probably not only get my father that night, but
had the prospect of getting at least SOME relief on a
more constant basis.
Well, that was that morning and breakfast.
Now you get SOME idea of why I was lying there in bed,
twisting my clit and licking my lips at the memory of
what happened earlier. Only that was just the
beginning.
It was about an hour after lunch when I came dashing
into the house; having to pee so bad it felt like my
teeth were floating. It's too bad I couldn't have come
in earlier, as I understand the squeaking noises of the
bed in the room I share with Laura had sent most of the
family looking for a spare bedroom themselves. Only
it's usually more fun to wait until whoever-it-is
finishes, so you get all the stimulation from hearing
THEM go at it, before starting your own song of love,
and possibly disturbing the other "team."
With that in mind, you can understand why not 30
seconds after I settled on the can and was starting to
leg go with a big healthy blast into the bowl, a
rhythmic squeaking started up just down the hall, at
almost the same moment my little sister came dashing
into the bathroom with her hand cupped over her sex;
trying desperately to keep from leaking all over the
floor.
"Oh shit," she said; glaring at me just as my bladder
burst into full stream. Dad has said several times that
he should fix up that "rough-in" for a bathroom in the
basement into the real thing... or at least install a
stool down there. Only he never has. This situation was
just the sort of argument for finally getting Dad to do
it... or maybe not.
"Can't you get up?" asked Laura; now using both hands
to desperately keep from leaking on the mat. The blast
of pee hitting the bowl answered for me that if I got
up, I'd be making a bigger mess than she would.
Suddenly an evil grin spread across my little sister's
face, as she remembered something.
"Hey," she said; removing her cupped hand from under
her leaking sex, "that's right. YOU like this stuff,
don't you?" Here the little girl pushed her smeary
messy crotch at me suggestively.
If you think I turned down an invitation like that, you
don't know me very well.
Pulling my little sister closer, I stuck my tongue out
and lapped up the lowermost dribble running down her
leg. God, did that taste good! Something about my
little sister's juices mixed with the deliciously
sharp/sweet flavor of male cum made a cocktail that was
indescribably delicious. After I cleaned up the more
obvious drools so she didn't make a mess, I delved
deeper with my tongue and was rewarded by an almost
pure thick gob of sperm from my little sister's leaking
hole.
"Oh. You like that, don't you? You nasty little slut,"
groaned Laura; now pushing harder into my face; and
almost pushing my nose into her clit. "Eat it all out,
you cunt-licking whore." Laura's voice grew nastier and
nastier, as her excitement grew. Previously my little
sister had never let me touch her sex with my mouth;
insisting that it was something only queers did. Laura
is definitely not a lesbian... but then, neither am I.
I just like to get my cum from wherever I can; and if
it's from inside one of my sisters' vaginas, then so
what? Cum is cum, no matter whether it comes 'straight
from the tap" or from where the man squirted it. Heck,
I'd probably be willing to suck my big brother's cum
out of my little sister's asshole, if he ever squirted
it there. Of course my sister would never go for that.
Neither being fucked in the behind, or worse yet being
eaten there appeals to Laura; though I'm not so sure
what Toni would think of the idea.
By this time, Laura was really getting into it; pushing
her crotch in my face, while calling me, "Lezzie trash,
cum-slurping whore. Suck your brother's nasty old scum
out of your little sister's smelly gash. Come on, Sis,
show me just what kind of lesbian gutter-whore you are,
by cleaning all that nasty goo right out of me."
Even trying, my little sister's innocence showed
through; as she couldn't quite make her nasty slurs
sound as bad as she wanted them to. For all of her
accusing me of being a lesbian and normally being
supposedly turned-off by things like I was doing, I
could tell that Laura not only loved me, but was
starting to actually LIKE feeling me cleaning her out.
That's why I didn't stop once I got the last delicious
drop of family seed I could with my tongue; but
continued licking and probing with my tongue, while the
little girl's body shook, and I found even more mess to
clean up, only this was clear and runny, not white and
sticky.
Laura's voice became ragged, as her voice became more
and more potty-mouth. "Shit, cunt, mother-fucker, don't
stop," she almost groaned; while at the same time
almost drowning me with her secretions. By now I almost
couldn't taste the cloying flavor of male cum I liked
so much; but I wasn't about to stop until my sister
wanted me to. You see, there's what they call the old
"blowjob principle."
If somebody gives you a blowjob (or head of any kind)
then you want to let them know you're grateful; so
they'll be inclined to give you another one next time.
I wanted Laura to know I was VERY grateful for giving
me what I wanted; and if the way to show her was by
getting her off, then I wasn't going to stint on the
job. I wanted to get my little sister in the habit of
coming to me to "clean her out" whenever she "got
dirty". Maybe THIS way, I could get what I wanted
without cutting into EITHER of my two sisters' sex-
lives.
I wasn't really thinking this consciously, but I knew I
DID want to make my little sister feel good, after
giving me what I had been craving all morning.
Laura finally stopped shuddering; and once she did I
stopped my frantic licking; just slowly running my
tongue in and out of her hole until she seemed to get
enough. "Oooh, that was good," she admitted. Then, with
that same evil smile, but this time a twinkle in her
eyes to accompany it, Laura held out her hand to me.
"Here, you cum-sucking gutter-whore," she said;
displaying where a thick drool of liquid had puddled in
her hand while she made that earlier dash to the
bathroom, "clean me up. And don't you dare miss a drop
either, slut."
"Mmm." Now THIS was payment I could appreciate for
eating my little sister out. While I'm not a lesbian,
I'd gladly eat the little girl out two or even three
times a day, for treats like this. Dutifully I cleaned
up every drop of delicious seed, and looked hungrily
for more. The cloyingly sweet taste of genuine male cum
helped cover up the runny, almost tastelessly bland
flavor of little girl. While eating my sister wasn't
bad, and I could see why SOME people actually like to
eat little girls out, it wasn't for me.
I guess it's an acquired taste, like mine. I like the
"real thing" like I just had cleaned off my little
sister's hand, and earlier out of her body. "Michael's"
I asked interestedly, now that I had finished cleaning
up every drop I could find. I couldn't be sure, because
my sister's smell and taste had covered up the subtle
differences between his taste, and that of our father.
Besides, I knew that Laura and Mike quite often liked
to "knock off a piece" in the afternoons. When their
normal partners were otherwise occupied.
"No, Dad's," giggled Laura; giving me another treat by
holding out her left hand. There splattered on IT, were
almost as much cum as she had on the right one. Dad
must have cum in buckets in the little girl for her to
leak that much. Turned-on by the thought that I was
licking up my own father's sperm... the same sperm he
had squirted in his own daughter's fertile young belly,
I almost shuddered in release myself as I cleaned her
off.
Afterwards, enjoying the sticky-sweet taste of my own
father's seed in my mouth, and rolling it around on my
tongue, the shudders suddenly became harder and harder,
and I found I WAS coming, right there on the toilet,
while my little sister hugged and comforted me... no
longer the nasty little girl being mean to her sister,
but the loving little girl who really cared for her big
sister.
"Go on, do it," she encouraged me; actually urging my
mouth to her tits which I sucked in unconscious
activity. "Suck Momma's tits... Cum on... Get it all
out... Cum... Cum... Cum for your little sister. Eat
Daddy's cum, and have a nice big cum yourself."
I suddenly found myself face-to-face with my little
sister; involved in a crushing kiss like I never had
with anybody else. I don't know who started it, or who
pushed, but both of us gave as good as we got; dueling
tongues, and mashing our faces together so hard they
almost bruised. As I said, I'm no lesbian, and even my
little sister isn't going to make me one. (And Laura's
even more a confirmed heterosexual than I am.)
Still, that kiss and cum made me see why some women
would turn to other women... if there weren't any
decent men around like my father or big brother,
anyway. If I ever find a man like either one, I'm going
to marry him, if I have to kill both of my sisters to
do it. Of course, I know both of them feel the same
way.
Once MY shudders had died down, the way hers had
earlier, we both pulled away and looked at each other.
Experiences like THAT, you don't get every day. "Well,"
said my little sister; circling her toe on the bathroom
mat like an embarrassed little boy.
"Well," I repeated; almost as embarrassed myself. I
mean, a girl just isn't supposed to do things like that
with her little sister. Of course, girls aren't
"supposed" to do all the things us girls did with our
father and brother, either. "Well," I repeated; with
more strength now as I recovered my breath, "we'll have
to try that again some day, won't we?"
Laura actually blushed; circling her toe even harder.
At least she didn't seem to be mad at me for "coming
on" to her like that... of course, she HAD started it.
"Um... Yes... we will, won't we?" she said; blushing
even harder. "Uh, How about tomorrow afternoon? Does
that sound fine to you?" Laura ducked her head in
little-girl embarrassment. If I turned her down... .
I had no intention of turning her down. "Sounds fine to
me," I said; reaching for the paper to wipe up with. I
had almost forgotten my original purpose in the
bathroom. "Same time tomorrow, same channel?" I asked.
Laura grinned at me. Grins like that could win awards;
and she knew it. "Same time, same station," she agreed.
"And Marie?"
"Um?" I grinned back at her, while I flushed the
toilet.
"I'm sorry I called you those nasty names."
I grinned down at my little sister. "Laura," I said,
"anytime you do THAT, you can call me all the nasty
names you want to. I know you love me, and I love you
too. You can call me all the nasty names you want to...
OK?"
"You really MEAN that?" she asked. "You're NOT mad
about it? I really CAN? You DO?"
As the last statement settled in, I saw my little
sister's face pucker up for a moment as if she was
going to cry... and then I suddenly found myself in an
embrace from the little girl like I hadn't had from her
since she was seven, and was giving all her relatives
big hugs.
Suddenly I found the two of us embracing, me in my
shorts and halter, Laura still stark-naked; hugging and
holding each other while she actually cried on
shoulder. "Oh Marie," she finally sniffled as she
pulled away, "I've MISSED you so bad."
Missed me? I looked at my little sister in wonderment.
Whatever could she mean?
"I mean, I've missed holding you, and hugging you, and
cuddling with you, like we used to," she explained;
wiping a tear from her eye.
"Then why did you stop?" I asked. It certainly hadn't
been ME who stopped hugging and cuddling. It seemed
that just one day Laura had stopped; and from then on
hadn't even wanted to snuggle up spoon-fashion in bed
like we used to. It had confused me for a while when
Laura had pointedly turned her back on me while in bed;
but I wasn't one to force intimacy when none was
offered. Nobody in our house is.
"I thought I was getting too big for such things," she
explained. "And besides, that's when I first learned
about women who... who DO things with other women, and
I didn't want to be a lesbian."
"Oh Sis," I sighed; exasperated at the kind of world
that would make the innocent snuggling of a little girl
with her big sister into the obscene coupling of two
horny dykes. "You're NEVER too old to hug someone you
love," I explained; holding out my arms for the little
girl to snuggle into a little more comfortably this
time, "and nobody is going to force you into being a
lesbian, if you don't want to. If you don't want to
snuggle up to me at night, then you don't have to. But
I'm not going to molest you in your sleep if you do,
either. Have I EVER approached you for sex?" I asked.
"Well, no but..." I could tell Laura was thinking about
that incredible scene we had in the bathroom, from her
glance in that direction. ". . . but what if I told you
I WANTED you to 'approach' me?" she asked.
"Then I would think about it, and let you know," I
replied. "Even if I turned you down, I wouldn't be mad
at you, or want to stop snuggling with you."
"Oh," said Laura; snuggling even closer. By now we were
sitting on our bed, her almost in my lap, while we
talked and enjoyed being close in a way we hadn't been
for over two years. "Uh... Marie?"
"Yes?" I nuzzled my little sister's hair; enjoying the
smell like I hadn't done in far too long.
"I'm asking." Oh shit. Damnit! I WAS a heterosexual,
and determined to stay one. Only I suddenly remembered
something from my mother's lessons. Neither men NOR
women were really "gay", "bi", or "het". All humans
were sexual creatures, and the urge to have sex was
strong... even with members of your own sex, and yes
even your own family members. There was nothing
intrinsically wrong with such urges or feelings. There
were only problems when people tried to control others
in how they related sexually. That's why it was usually
so bad to have parents having sex with their children,
as what son or daughter could refuse to have sex with
his or her parent, if he or she knew the older partner
wanted it?
On the other hand, she had explained that my big sister
and brother climbing in bed with each other was NOT the
same thing; even though society called both "incest"
and condemned it. If they both WANTED it, and neither
one was forcing the other in any way, then why not? The
old wives'-tales about incestuous relations resulting
in deformed babies were just that: Hogwash.
Mother explained to both of us girls about how genetics
worked, and why the statistical chances of an
incestuous relationship having problems were far less
than the scare-tactics that society pushed at you. I
think it was about THAT time, that Laura had asked
something like, "What if a girl asked her father for
sex, instead of him doing it?"
After Mother answered that question, I don't think it
was two days later before my little sister lost her
virginity to Dad. So far, Mother's advice about incest
seemed to be holding up. OK... so why was I worried
about turning into a bull-dyke, when neither I nor my
little sister liked that kind of stuff? If I "made
love" to Laura, that would NOT "ruin" me or her for sex
with the rest of the family. "I'll think about it, OK?"
I replied.
"OK." Laura didn't seem to be disturbed by my answer,
as if it was the one she expected. "Only Marie?" she
asked again. "Promise me something?"
"What?" I replied; too wrapped up in the pleasure of
holding the little girl in my arms after her long
absence.
"If you DO decide 'Yes', I want you to promise me
something." she said.
"What's that?" I asked, semi-suspiciously. The cute
grin of the 10-year-old made refusing her anything hard
to do.
"'Molest me in the middle of the night' like you said
you would... please? I want to feel what it's like...
OK?"
"OK," I said; grinning back at the little girl, as hard
as she was grinning at me. "If that's what you REALLY
want, and if I DO decide to take you up on your
generous offer, and if I decide that I want to do this,
then yes, I'll do it. But I'm not guaranteeing
anything. OK."
"OK, Marie." The child squirmed around in my arms, gave
me a crushing kiss, and was gone... leaving me with
arms almost achingly empty. Somehow I just KNEW that
sometime in the next two weeks or so, I would be
pulling up the little girl's nightie, and not just
feeling her up, but trying to get the little girl to
orgasm, before she was fully awake. The damned thought
the little girl had planted in my head was just too
erotic to resist. Somehow I just KNEW that Laura knew
it too. Oh well.
I looked over at the little girl in bed with me, her
leg half-over mine, sleeping close to me like we hadn't
for way too long, and was tempted to start right now.
Only my long-awaited climax was close; and there was
still that last memory of the day to help me get off.
In the delight of rediscovering my little sister, I had
almost forgotten the promise my mother had made
earlier. Thus it was that about an hour ago, Mother
caught me by surprise, when she called in to the
living-room, where the rest of the family was watching
TV. "I'm going to bed early tonight," she announced. At
my little sister's brightening face, she squelched the
little girl's hope of "taking over" for her mother. "So
Marie, could you 'take care' of your father tonight?
I've got a slight headache."
I knew Mother no more had a headache than I did. This
was just her way of allowing me to get to Dad, before
one of my sisters beat me to it.
"Sure Mother," I said, "if Dad doesn't mind. Perhaps
he'd prefer one of the other girls though (here I
licked my lips suggestively). You know how they can
both 'do things' that I don't." The whole family,
including Dad, knew those "things" involved little
girls taking their father's penis right up inside their
tight little slits, and then letting Dad fill their
cute little tummies full of his thick white baby-making
cum.
The fact that neither girl was on the pill, or even
planning on getting on it, just made the whole idea
that much more erotic. On the other hand, while I
couldn't do THAT for Dad, I DO give the best blow-jobs
in the house. Dad says in the entire universe, but he's
prejudiced.
Still, there IS something in what he says. To give a
REALLY good blow-job, you've got to LIKE giving blow-
jobs. (Remember that "blow-job" principle?) Not only
that, but you shouldn't mind getting cum in your mouth,
and even swallowing, if you have to. There's few turn-
ons to men, like seeing a pretty girl licking her lips,
and then SWALLOWING his sperm as if she likes it.
If you REALLY like it, that's a plus... though I
understand that there are SOME women that they call
"cum-guzzlers" that are only interested in just that...
swallowing a man's sperm. They will suck like hell to
get a man to cum in their mouth; then swallow it, and
go on to the next guy to get some more. Sick!
Then, you get the rare-bird like me, who loves the
taste of cum. While I would no more spit out someone's
cum after they squirted it in my mouth than I would
candy, I wouldn't just gulp it down, either. I LIKE the
taste of cum in my mouth; and try to keep as much there
as long as I can before I swallow.
The same goes for cock-sucking. I like to tease a guy
on for as long as possible; keeping him on the hairy-
edge of cumming all the while, until he finally loses
it and squirts his cum in my mouth where it belongs.
(To me, it seems a waste for a man to squirt it up a
girl's cunny, unless he's trying to get her pregnant.
To my sisters, it's just the opposite.)
So, as you gather, I give a GREAT blow-job. Dad knows
THAT, too. That's why I really wasn't surprised (but
was pleased) to hear my father say, "No, it's all right
with me, if it's all right with Marie."
The faces of both girls turned to me expectantly, and
then fell at my smiling response. On the other hand,
Mike's face brightened, when he learned that both of
them would probably be available to HIM to 'slake his
lust on."
When one of the other girls is with Dad, that usually
means he has only one sister to squirt his sperm in. To
my big brother, there's only ONE proper hole for a
man's prick to go in. Dad, thank goodness, is more
civilized.
So, about 45 minutes ago I found just me and Dad in the
loving-room (sic) with the TV turned off, and both of
us naked. I climbed on my father's lap and gave him a
bare-naked hug, just like I understand my little sister
gave him (and later Mike, and Toni) not 15 minutes
after leaving me that afternoon.
"Daddy," I said; using the erotic name he liked to be
called when having sex with us kids, "I love you."
"'Love you too, Marie," he replied; giving as good as
he got, in the hug department. After a few minutes, he
started squirming though. I giggled as I felt my
father's penis swell up under my bottom; and after a
little more squirming, poke up between my legs. "But
don't you think we'd better do something about this,"
he said; looking down at his lap where his penis was
almost splitting my cunt-lips, "before it accidentally
slides up inside you?" My father knows how I feel about
remaining a virgin.
"Oh... I don't know," I said; squirming until my
father's prick actually WAS poking into the hole
between my legs, and the sudden rush of wetness from
both of us made it incredibly slippery. "Oh God," I
thought, "just one hard PUSH, and my virginity would be
history; while my tummy would be so filled with Daddy's
baby-juice that I would probably be nursing our child
within the year... SO close..."
"That might be fun," I said; gritting my teeth and
standing up, instead of forcing myself down, like I
almost found myself wanting to. "But we're supposed to
do it THIS way, this time," I said; getting on my
knees.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Dad's sandbagged
look. That was the first time I had even HINTED that I
might accept vaginal intercourse. I giggled, while
internally I wondered just what I was talking myself
into THIS time. One of the main reasons I'm still a
virgin, is that I KNOW I'm extremely fertile (heck,
even the doctor has warned me) and once I start having
unprotected sex with either Dad or Mike, my non-
pregnant time will probably be measured in hours, if
that.
I also knew full-well, that any sex I DID have with
either one of them WOULD be unprotected; with thick
family prick belching great gobs of incestuous baby-
making cum at my fertile young womb. Hours? Heck, I
would probably be pregnant within minutes of taking Dad
inside me. Such a scary (and thoroughly erotic)
thought! My crotch was soaking wet, and I knew it was
NOT just from the pre-cum leaking out of Dad's prick.
I knew I had better do SOMETHING to cool my hot box
off; so I did what always had worked in the past... I
deep-throated Dad's prick.
I didn't even wait to get him worked-up or myself
excited first. From the almost steady drool of clear
liquid coming from my father's penis, I knew Dad was
about as excited as he could get. I guess my hint about
what I MIGHT do some other time had gotten him
incredibly aroused. I filed this concept away for use
later, when I might need to get one of my men excited
in a hurry.
Usually, when I deep-throat someone, I work him up
first; sucking and jacking on him, until his prick is
slippery with pre-cum, and it's spread all around my
mouth, and even I am so excited I'm ready to be choked
by prick, if necessary. This time I just jammed my
mouth down in Dad's crotch so fast that it slid down my
throat like an oversized potato. God! Did that hurt!
But I didn't stop; working myself forward until my nose
was buried in Dad's fur, and my mouth was strained as
far open as it could be, around the base of his prick.
The smell and aroma of a real MAN in my nose, combined
with the sight and knowledge that my own father's prick
was buried in my body where it belonged, were enough to
make me climax without a thing touching my overheated
little snatch. For the next 20 minutes, from that first
big swallow, until my ministrations finally got to be
too much, I was in almost continuous orgasm; shuddering
around my father's prick, while I did everything a 12-
year-old girl could do to excite her father; only
easing up each time he got a little too close to
cumming in me.
Up and down and around I would slide my mouth; pausing
each time I felt those tiny flutterings that presaged
my father's eruptions. All the time, I felt his body
up, hugging him to me, and rubbed and stroked his legs,
chest, balls, ass, and wherever I could reach. Whenever
Dad got too close, I would slow down for a second;
still keeping his prick in my mouth, but no longer
stroking until his excitement died down momentarily.
Three times in that session, I felt a delicious dollop
of warm cum spurt into my mouth, while I hastily nipped
my father's prick with my teeth to distract him from
giving me the whole load. Occasionally, I would "deep-
throat" him, but mostly I just used my mouth like a
cunt for him to fuck; letting his prick slide down my
gullet on the in-strokes, while catching my breath on
the out-strokes. At the same time I was doing this, I
was peripherally aware of Dad stroking my back; teasing
the erect nipples on my dangling breasts (what there
were of them to "dangle") feeling me up, gentling me
down; and generally helping me to enjoy the almost
continuous shudders of orgasm that kept rippling
through my body.
I was incredibly disappointed that I had to swallow the
first three squirts, but I did have to, to avoid making
a big mess. Besides, Dad's cock pushed most of it down
my throat anyway, and one went there directly; as he
squirted it while buried halfway down my gullet. All
the time I fucked my mouth on my father's prick, we
made love. I was continuously aware of Dad's words
about how he loved me, how good it felt, and how he
wanted ME to feel good.
I was just about to let Dad squirt, (Yes, I have that
good a control, that usually *I* can control when a man
comes... usually, but not always.) when I felt myself
being moved, and realized that Dad was moving my body
over his, so he could return the favor by licking MY
hot little hole. It wasn't forceful; being more of a
suggestion by pushing lightly on my hips than a
demanding shove. Still, I found myself moving to
accommodate him.
Now usually, I resist ANY touch even near my vagina;
but after what had happened today, (especially with my
earlier hint) how could I refuse to allow my father the
same pleasure of tasting me, that he was giving me of
tasting him? I slid my body around; for once not only
not resisting his unconscious effort to make me feel as
good as he was; but actually helping him position my
body to where first his finger, and then his incredibly
slippery tongue could stroke and tickle my overheated
crack.
This was almost an incredibly bad mistake. It was only
with incredible effort that I kept from almost biting
my father's prick in two, the first time I felt his
tongue touch my clit. NOBODY (besides myself) head EVER
touched my clit, when I was already in the process of
cumming. Even I usually kept my fingers away from
there, as the sensations were too strong for me to
control; and I had been known to fall out of bed...
spoiling everything... when that happened. Only Dad had
control of me this time, and wouldn't let me fall off.
I literally blacked-out for several seconds, from the
intensity of the sensations. As I said, it was almost
sheer luck that I maintained enough brain to remember
NOT to bite down.
When I came too, I was almost choking, as I had
involuntarily forced myself an incredible distance down
on my father's prick, and I somehow had managed to suck
balls and all inside my mouth, so my mouth was
distended around the base of his prick, like a snake
swallowing a broomstick. MY nose was almost to his ass,
and the incredibly erotic smell sound, feel, and yes
taste of my father was making me try to swallow him
whole!
Only it was too much. I need air to breathe, too. So I
regretfully was about to pull back to catch another
breath, when I heard Dad groan, "Oh God," and actually
PUSH another half-inch down my throat! Being out of
control like that had made me lose control of Dad too.
For a second, I mentally debated with the twin possible
pleasures of letting Dad actually cum down my throat,
(where I couldn't taste it) or pulling back to get a
breath of air, (where I could enjoy the taste of tick
rich cum squirting against my tonsils).
It turns out that I didn't really have a choice in the
matter, as my body chose for me. I pulled loose just
enough to gasp for air, before I almost chocked to
death on the enormous gouts of cum my father spouted in
my mouth. Some people are addicted to chocolate; others
like steak or lobster. While I like ice-cream, I'd give
it up forever for one sip of cream straight from a
man's prostate. It's sweet and indescribably tasty and
erotic.
I could just gorge myself on it. Drinking that imagined
quart of sperm, while incredibly obscene, nasty, and
repulsive to some people, would be like drinking nectar
of the gods, to me. I wouldn't just DRINK it, like
those cum-guzzling sluts; I'd savor every drop. Ooohh!
Damn! That obscene thought had been enough to put me
over the top. I couldn't help myself; almost thrashing
around in bed, as the memory stimulated me to my long-
sought orgasm, while my jerking woke up my little
sister.
Sensing what was happening, Laura cuddled me and held
me through the shakes, while I kept both hands thrust
between my legs; looking vaguely like a boy who had
been kicked in the balls. It was only after that
incredible climax had died down, that I was able to
think again. First I resolved to actually DO the thing
I had talked about earlier... molest my little sister
in her sleep... probably in the morning. Second, I
tried to finish up my recollection of the day (harder
to do, now that I was relaxing after getting my rocks
off. Still, I DID want to finish my mental review of
the day...
As I said; Dad was cumming in my mouth; while I was
barely aware that his ejaculation had distracted HIM
from the job he had previously been doing on MY hot
little hole... thank goodness for small favors. My
orgasm combined with his, I couldn't have handled. I
wonder how those people in stories manage "simultaneous
orgasms?" Sounds incredibly awkward to me.
After feeling one incredibly tasty squirt of thick hot
cum wash against my tongue, I decided to partially go
for Dad's pleasure, as well as my own. (After all, he
deserved it.) I jammed my head forward, and let the
second big bulge surge through my father's prick,
ripple across my tongue, and on through where his
swollen member was buried down my gullet.
I could tell from his reaction that felt incredibly
good to Dad. Then I pulled back and caught a breath;
once again barely avoiding choking on the third big
squirt. After that, I held my breath; just working my
throat muscles on and off my father's prick; using the
back of my throat like an interior vagina for Dad to
jack off into.
I was well rewarded for my efforts. While SOME of Dad's
sperm went right down my throat, most of it did not. It
seems that the tight squeeze of my throat kept Dad's
sperm bottled up in his prick until I pulled back far
enough for the pressure to drop enough to let it out in
my mouth; while the sensation of actually fucking me in
the throat was enough for Dad to squirt more sperm in
my body than even he thought he had in him. Dad was NOT
disappointed that he had picked me over either of my
two sisters.
I wondered just how much longer I could resist the idea
of getting my father to "take my cherry" and squirt his
sperm in my tummy from the other end, just like he does
to my two sisters. They both insist that it's even
BETTER than swallowing cum; though I don't see how
that's possible. I shuddered in another half-orgasm at
the very thought. Somehow I knew my virginity's
lifetime could probably be measured in days at most,
and probably only hours.
Well, at least if we did "make love properly" there
wouldn't be any "going to waste", as whatever sperm
didn't end up in my vagina getting me pregnant would be
there for me to clean up with my mouth. I stripped my
father's prick of each tasty drop of precious cream;
shivering at the delicious thought combined with the
equally delicious flavor of my own father's cum.
By the time he finished, with his prick all wilted and
small in my mouth, I felt like I had well over a half a
cup of my father's semen to swill around and enjoy the
taste of. It couldn't really have been over a few
tablespoons, but it FELT like that much. God, was that
good.
It was lying here after Dad went back to bed with
Mother, still savoring the incredibly erotic taste of
my own father's seed in my mouth, that got me hot
enough to masturbate... even after that incredible
orgasm earlier.
As I said, I simply LOVE the taste of my father's cum.
It isn't often that I get more than just a taste.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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