                           Why is it?
                         An Erotic Story

     "Why do you suppose so many girls have their first sex with 
a relative?" asked Janice.
     "You mean, like me and my brother?" responded Marsha.  Both 
women were sitting in the corner of the coffee shop; just 
gossiping and passing the time together.  Neither one had any 
important engagements for the next hour or so, and it was nice to 
talk to someone who thought before she spoke.  (For a change.)  
"I suppose it's because it's so . . . well, convenient.  Having a 
horny big brother around to help you out, when you're a raging 
bag of hormones like most teenagers are, it's a wonder more kids 
don't start out fucking their own brother, like me and Jeanette 
did."
     "Yeah, or me and my sisters, and our grandfather . . . or 
our kids; like you were pointing out earlier."
     "Stupid kids . . . think they invented everything; including 
sex."
     "Or getting it on with a relative, like I pointed out."
     <Giggle.>
     <Snort.>  "Yeah, I guess you're right.  so I guess I can't 
blame Cindy for asking her father to teach her about sex, and how 
to make babies.  Only did she have to go the whole route and have 
him get her pregnant?  I mean, that's taking the "lessons" a 
little too far; don't you think?"
     "Oh?  I don't know.  That's what my mother had Grandpa do 
with me and my sisters."
     "No!"
     "Uhuh.  Mother had Grandpa come into our room one night, and 
'teach us about sex' by actually fucking each one of us, and 
getting us pregnant, so we would 'know what it's like to make a 
baby."
     "You're kidding, right?  She didn't really want him to get 
you pregnant, did she?"
     "Oh, didn't she?  You don't know my mother.  Maybe I'll tell 
you about it sometime . . . I don't dare right now; you'd cream 
your jeans, and I can't have you cumming right here in the 
restaurant, can I?  You'd be likely to give some poor guy a 'hard 
attack'."  <Giggle.>
     Marsha looked around the almost empty coffee shop.  Besides 
the two women, there was only a trucker finishing up a cup of 
coffee, and the waiter-cum-busboy who was filling in for the 
usual waitress in the slack afternoon time.  "Well," she said, 
"we can't have the poor guy suffer, can we?"  She paused for a 
moment, then continued, "Tell you what,  If Billy there gets too 
excited about me getting my rocks off at listening to your story, 
then I'll see to it that the poor kid doesn't suffer . . . OK?"
     "God.  You don't mean you'd? . . ."
     "Yeah, if necessary, I'd suck him off.  Or, if he's REALLY 
horny, I'd take him in the back room and . . . well, you know."






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     Janice had to be sure.  "You'd fuck him?" she asked.
     "If necessary."
     "God, you're such a slut."
     "I know.  And so are you."  <Giggle.>
     <Snort.>  "OK.  Heck, maybe I'd help out too."
     "So TELL me.  I'm dying to hear about you and your 
grandfather."
     "Well . . . I don't know.  It's kind of personal."
     "Janice!"
     "Well . . . OK.  But you've got to tell me about you and 
your big brother first."  By now, the older woman had her hand up 
under her dress; stroking her already swollen clitty; not caring 
if the busboy saw her or not.  Maybe it would be fun to fuck a 
teenager again.
     "Well . . . OK.  But there's not as much to tell about me 
and my brother, as there obviously is about you and your sisters.  
I mean, Bobby never knocked us up, or anything like that, and our 
parents for sure weren't in on it.  When I think of what happened 
when Ginny . . . well, maybe I'd better start at the beginning."
     "Damn!  You get me all worked up, then don't tell me.  Who's 
Ginny?"
     "I'll get to that later.  OK?"
     "OK," grumbled the older woman.  "But you'd better not 
forget."
     "I won't . . . Let me see.  I think I was about 10 or 11 the 
first time my big brother came into my room with the excuse that 
he wanted to find out what was 'different' about boys and girls."
     "You didn't really FALL for that line, did you?  I mean, 
even at 11?"
     "Shit no.  But I didn't tell HIM that.  It was all I could 
do to keep from giggling.  What Bobby didn't know, was that I was 
as horny and curious about sex as he was, even at that age.  I 
had been playing with myself for years, by that time, and I had 
begun to wonder if I EVER was going to find out what sex was all 
about, or if I was going to die a virgin."
     <Chuckle.>  "Yeah right!  At 11 years old, yet."
     "I might have been 10, I'm not really sure."
     <Snort.>  "So what did your big brother do?"
     "Well, it seems my big brother was as frustrated as I was, 
only HE was a little more aggressive, or possibly just inventive.  
If you can call THAT line about 'seeing what's different between 
boys and girls' being inventive.  Whatever.  It's more than I 
ever came up with.  Actually, If I had known my big brother was 
even interested in me, I would probably have crawled into his bed 
when I was 7."
     "No.  Seven?  I thought I was a horny slut."
     "Yeah, well I was . . . and still am; for that matter.  Does 
Billy look interested yet?"
     "Some.  Let's see if we can 'work up' a little more 
interest.  Just keep fingering yourself, while I have him get us 
some more coffee."
     . . .





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     "God!  What did you think?"
     "I think if the poor boy got any hotter, he'd leave a stain 
in his pants."
     "Be a shame for him to waste it, wouldn't it?"
     "Don't worry.  I promised to 'take care' of him, and I 
will . . . AFTER you finish that story."
     "You've got to finish YOUR story first, you know."
     "Oh . . . you're right.

     Well, when Bobby came into my room, I asked him what he 
wanted.  He blushed and stammered, and finally came out with this 
lame excuse about wanting to find out the difference between boys 
and girls.  It was all I could do to keep from laughing in his 
face; but somehow I did.  I guess he was scared that I would tell 
Mother or something; but I never did . . . didn't even think 
about it.
     I pretended to think over what he said, while he got more 
and more nervous.  Finally, when he looked ready to bolt, I said 
"OK," and threw back the covers.  Bobby didn't know it, but I had 
been playing with myself for almost half an hour before he came 
in, so I was about as ripe for his suggestion as possible.
     For a moment, I almost thought he would 'chicken out' and 
run back to his bedroom; but he didn't.  After a big pause, my 
brother dropped his pants, and there I was naked, in the same 
room with my naked big brother.  And Bobby WAS big.  At least to 
me, anyway.  He stood at least a foot taller, was three years 
older, and even then had a pretty big prick for a 14 to 15 year 
old boy.  I guess it was probably about a little over 5 inches 
long, but it looked HUGE to me.  Especially sticking out like 
that.  I knew (but I didn't tell Bobby I knew) that his 'thing' 
was supposed to go up inside my hole somehow.  I almost didn't 
believe it.  I could barely get my own fingers inside me, and my 
brother's prick looked almost twice as big.  (I wonder what I 
would have thought about my husband Mark's prick back then?  He's 
over 8 inches long, and twice as thick as Bobby was then.  I'd 
probably have screamed in fright, I guess.)  As it was, I could 
barely keep from shivering in fear.  Still, I was too horny from 
fingering myself for two hours to think straight.  My brother 
caught me at the perfect time.  I NEEDED something big and think 
stuck up my hot little hole to get me off, and if he hadn't come 
around, I probably would have sneaked down to the kitchen and 
'borrowed' one of Mother's sausages.

     "NO!  Did YOU do that too?"  <Giggle.>
     "Doesn't EVERY girl?  Let me get back to my story."

     Well, after a lot of 'examining' of each other, Bobby told 
me that he wanted to, "See what our things looked like next to 
each other."








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     <Giggle.>
     "Oooh, stop it!  My sides ache!"  <Snort.>
     "Do you want to hear the rest of the story, or do you want 
to just sit there giggling?"
     "The rest . . . gasp . . . of the story.  Poor Billy is 
watching us from the kitchen; trying to hide a hard-on that won't 
quit.  If some poor girl comes in right now. . . ."
     <Chortle.>  <Gasp!>  "Now you've got ME doing it!  You're 
right.  We'd better finish this story up, then help that poor 
waiter before some innocent girl thinks he wants to rape her."
     <Chuckle.>

     Anyway, once again, I "thought about it."  Then, I said, 
"OK," and spread my legs, so Bobby could get between them, and 
put his pecker up against my crack.  It was all I could do, to 
keep from grabbing his prick, and sliding it up inside me, the 
moment he did.  Still, I managed to play the 'innocent little 
sister' and let my big brother think he was getting away with 
something.  It was sheer frustration waiting though.
     Finally, Bobby said something like, "Your 'thing' sticks in; 
while mine sticks out.  I wonder if my thing would fit inside 
your thing?"

     "Oh.  Oh!  He didn't!?"
     "Uhuh.  he did.  Almost those exact words."
     <Wheeze.>

     "Well, once again, I 'thought about it', then nodded my 
head.  Two seconds later we were fucking.  I don't think Bobby 
ever DID figure out why I was so wet and slippery that day; but 
his prick slid all the way home inside me with scarcely a pause 
when it slipped through my hymen.
     "Ouch," I said, "that hurt."
     "Sorry," gasped Bobby; forgetting he wasn't supposed to know 
anything about sex, "but it always hurts the first time.  Next 
time, you'll like it a lot better."
     "Oh," I said.  I remembered other girls telling me something 
similar, so I figured he was right.  I looked down at where my 
big brother's prick had vanished up inside my body.  God, that 
was sexy!  Still, I was a little distracted by it being my first 
time with a real boy; so I was more interested than horny.  
Besides, it still hurt a little inside me.
     "Bobby," I asked, "are we fucking?"
     For a moment, I was afraid that Bobby was going to pull out 
in fright.  I guess he didn't expect me to know about fucking or 
sex in any manner.  Still, I guess the feel of my horny little 
hole squeezing on his swollen prick felt too good to him to let 
him pull out; even if he WAS scared I might tell.  Finally, he 
decided to just be honest.
     "No," he said; pulling his prick out, and then sliding it 
back inside me to the hilt, "THIS is fucking."






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     Well . . . almost.  Having never actually had his prick 
inside a girl before, the feeling of hot girl squirming 
underneath him, while her tight little cunny milked and squeezed 
on his swollen peter, was too much.  Bobby had barely made three 
good strokes into me, when he lost it; and began squirting jet 
after jet of incestuous cum inside me.  He must have been 
dreaming about fucking me for weeks, because I swear my big 
brother left enough sperm in my hot little hole to impregnate 
half the county.  It's a wonder I wasn't carrying his baby before 
he quit that night.  For sure, neither of us had any idea of 
birth-control; nor would we probably have used any if we had any 
to use.  We were just too horny to care.

     "A jackrabbit, huh?  Just stuck it in you, and came.  Still, 
what can you expect of a kid on his first time?  I hope you 
taught him to better next time."
     "Oh, I don't know," Marsha giggled, "Bobby may have been 
fast, but I was faster.  You forget:  I had been jacking off for 
over two hours when Bobby first 'put the make' on me, and was 
just about ready to cum when he walked in with that lame excuse.  
Feeling a real prick sliding in and out was too much.  By the 
second stroke I was coming, and didn't stop cumming until Bobby 
finished squirting the last sticky drop inside me, and rolled off 
exhausted.  No, I can't complain about him 'getting off' too 
quick.  As I said, I was faster than he was."
     "Oh.  We'd better finish this story up pretty soon, before 
the waitresses get back, or other customers show up, and poor 
Billy over there has to go home with blue balls."
     "Well, then shut up; and let me finish the story."

     After that, Bobby and I fucked whenever either of us felt 
like it.  That night, I tiptoed down to his room, and climbed 
into bed with him.  Bobby must have fucked me three times that 
night, before sending me back to my room at about 6:00 AM, with a 
sore but very happy pussy; just socked full of my own brother's 
cream.  The next day, he sneaked into MY bedroom, and we fucked 
all night long.
     After about two weeks of this, I got too sore to fuck, and 
so did Bobby.  So we cooled it for two days, (As long as we could 
hold out.) and then started over.  Only THIS time we kept it down 
to just a major orgy, instead of a Bacchanalia.
     For the next two years, we fucked; if not every day, then at 
least every other day, until my little sister caught us, and 
wanted her share.  So, Bobby and I included her in.  It was 
either that, or have Jeanette tell our parents what we were 
doing, and that we wouldn't let her join us.
     It wasn't really all that bad for me, either.  Bobby had 
picked up some sex books since we started, and he showed us how 
girls could do things to each other as well as boys.  (Actually, 
I think he was just wanting us to 'go down' on each other, so it 
wouldn't seem such a big thing for either of us to suck HIM off.)  
Anyway, after Jeanette joined us, somehow oral sex became as much 
a part of what we did, as the regular kind.  It wasn't until two 
years after that though, that we first tried anal sex.



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     "So that was it?  You and your little sister fucked your 
brother until you left home?"
     "Pretty much.  Oh, I could give you lots of stories about 
each time we fucked; like the time all three of us 'made out' 
under a blanket in the back seat, while our parents were in the 
front, when we were on vacation.  If we hadn't had the windows 
wide-open, we never would have gotten away with it though.  As it 
was, the blanket we snuggled under just REEKED of sex for almost 
a week; giving us all the giggles each time we thought about how 
close we came to getting caught."
     "So both you and your sister fucked your brother for how 
many years?  And nobody got pregnant?"
     "Six.  And I never said that."
     "Ooooh!  I like that.  Which one of you 'caught'?"
     "Neither one of us."
     "Marsha!"
     "It was Ginny.  Remember?  I told you I'd tell you about 
her.  Well, one day our cousin was sleeping over; visiting 
Jeanette, and Bobby just slipped into bed with her; where he 
ended up fucking our cute little cousin instead."
     "Was she a virgin?"
     "No.  We never DID find out who got in her cute little 
panties the first time; as she would never tell.  So she wasn't 
all that shocked to see her year-younger cousin getting the 
lights screwed out of her by her older brother.  And then Bobby 
woke up in the middle of the night between the two of them, and 
stuck his thick prick right up inside his cousin's tight little 
cunny instead of in his little sister's hole, like he usually 
did.  Ginny didn't even object; working with the older boy until 
he sent big splashes of incestuous sperm squirting high into her 
tight little cunny where it belonged.  Since neither of US had 
any problems with fucking our big brother, why would she?
     Only Ginny should have left fucking Bobby to me and 
Jeanette.  She only stayed over for two nights that weekend, but 
it was enough."
     "Knocked-up, huh?"
     "Higher than a kite.  After six months, Ginny couldn't hide 
it any more, and the whole story came out.  You can imagine the 
rest."
     "Tell me anyway."
     "Not much TO tell.  Lots of yelling and screaming.  No more 
sex for me and Jeanette. . . ."
     "For Bobby either, I imagine."
     "Not exactly.  A month later Bobby and Ginger were married; 
and surprisingly have been very happy together; unlike most such 
marriages, I hear.  So Jeanette and I had to take most of the 
brunt of our parents' displeasure, as Bobby had moved in with 
Ginny."
     "Is THAT why you? . . ."
     "Uhuh.  Both Jeanette and I were so frustrated at not 
getting any sex, that we both let the first decent guy who tried 
get in our pants and knock us up, so we could do what Ginny did."





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     "Oh.  Talking about 'not getting any':  Bobby and Laverne 
are back, and Billy looks as though he's going to have a heart-
attack, trying to keep his swollen prick from shocking the two 
girls." Janice looked pointedly over towards the kitchen where 
the boy in question was trying to stay behind the counter while 
talking to the two waitresses who had returned to take over.  It 
was obvious that the two girls had a pretty good idea what was 
bothering the youngster, from their smiles and sexy wiggles.
     "Hey! You promised to tell me about you and your 
grandfather."
     "Well, the crowd will start coming in here in about 15 
minutes.  I can't tell THAT story, in under two hours.  How about 
I come over to your place, and maybe I'll tell your family the 
story as well."
     "The WHOLE family?"
     "Why not?  Your husband sure won't be shocked.  Not if he's 
been fucking your daughter and got her pregnant.  Who knows, 
maybe it'll give them some ideas to try."
     I think they have ENOUGH ideas already," said Janice, dryly.
     "Well, then maybe it'll give YOU some ideas. . . . What do 
you say?"
     "I say we'd better help that poor kid out, before those 
girls make him waste a gallon of sperm down his pants legs."
     "What if they object to our 'spoiling' their fun?"
     "They won't.  Just watch."

     The two women got up; leaving a generous tip for all the 
"service" the boy had done, along with enough money to cover the 
bill.
     "Can we 'borrow' Billy here?" Asked Marsha.
     "What do you need him for?" asked Bobbie, the older and 
sexier of the two.  Her black hair and ponytail framed a face 
that was stark white, in contrast.  Both girls were dressed in 
short little skirts and white blouses that showed off their cute 
figures.  The owner of "The Koffee Klatch" liked waitresses that 
were young and pretty, and didn't mind showing lots of leg.  It 
was probably sexist and unfair, but it DID give the girls at the 
high-school a chance to get started in a job, so nobody objected.  
Particularly, none of the male customers of the coffee shop 
objected.
     "I've got a 'bone to pick' with this young man, and there's 
'something we've got to get straight between us,'" replied the 
older woman with a smile.  "It'll only take a few minutes."
     The two waitresses conferred for a second, then again it was 
Bobbie who replied.  "OK," she said, "but only if we get to 
watch."
     Janice looked pointedly around the empty coffee shop.  
"Who's going to keep an eye out up front?" she asked.
     "We'll take turns," said Laverne.  She may not have been 
quite as sexy as her taller companion, but her compact little 
body promised fun for whomever she picked for a bed-partner.  
(Male OR female.)  "Me, Bobbie, and whoever's NOT busy with 
Billy.  OK?"




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     "OK," said four voices at once.  Billy was NOT about to 
object.  One of the reasons he had taken this underpaid job of 
busboy to the Koffee Klatch, was just to be near the sexy 
waitresses, and hopefully be around when one of them either 
dumped, or was dumped by her current boyfriend.  For sure, it 
wasn't the pay.  Now, it looked s though he might not only get 
laid by one of the restaurant's sexiest customers, but two of the 
sexy waitresses wanted to watch.  If he played his cards right, 
and didn't goof up, Billy figured he just MIGHT parlay this into 
getting into at least ONE of their cute little panties as well.  
Things were certainly looking up for the normally oversexed and 
underlaid teenager.  Not for the first time, the youngster wished 
HE had a little sister to fuck, just like he had overheard one of 
the women talking about.  Ah well.
     So they set it up.  The two girls played "rock-paper-
scissors," and Bobbie won; so Laverne took first watch, while the 
two older women and Bobbie took the boy into the kitchen and 
around the corner and started undressing him.
     "Are you going to suck him?" asked Bobbie.
     "No.  He's MUCH too excited right now; and if I barely do 
more than touch him, he's going to squirt," replied Marsha; as 
the three worked to remove the last of the boy's clothing; 
without touching his cum-dribbling prick which looked ready to 
explode.
     Marsha was right.  Hardly had she straddled the youngster, 
when a thick white jet splattered up her leg.  She was not caught 
unprepared, however.  Grabbing the squirting member, the older 
woman managed to get it seated against her tight little hole, 
just as a second thick white squirt started to jet out. Only THIS 
squirt went right where it belonged; into the horny woman's hot 
baby-hole; as she sank down on the boy's prick; sheathing it 
inside her vagina with a gasp of pleasure.  Two, three, then four 
more times, the horny boy squirted hot sticky cum in the woman's 
equally hot little hole, until he had completely drained himself 
into her.  Billy had NOT managed to jack-off that morning, and 
had resigned himself to a horny day of frustration; watching the 
sexy girls serve customers, while ignoring the poor busboy, as if 
he didn't exist.  Now, he had spent himself in the welcoming 
belly of one of the prettiest women he had seen come into the 
coffee shop, while the two girls he had been ogling for months 
watched him do it; and didn't seem disgusted at the sight either.  
If he had died right then, Billy couldn't have felt his life 
would get any better than this.
     "Customers coming!" said Laverne; coming in just in time to 
see Billy's white-streaked penis emerge from the older woman's 
hairy crack.  Bobbie took off to the front, while Janice bent 
over and cleaned up the cum-smeared prick of the teenager with 
her mouth; almost shocking him.  He had NEVER expected that.
     By the time Bobbie returned, looking for another coffee pot, 
all four of them were once more fully dressed, and looking 
respectable.  Marsha stopped the older girl for a second, so she 
could ask both the waitresses a question.
     "You'll both take care of Billy tonight, won't you?" she 
asked worriedly.  "I hate to leave the job half-done, like this."



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     Both waitresses looked at each other calculatingly.  They 
trusted each other, like you HAVE to, if you're going to be 
working together.  Still . . . the busboy?  On the other hand, 
Billy WAS cute, and hardworking, and he obviously had a crush on 
both of them.  (Another reason that up to now, NEITHER of the 
girls had given him any opportunities.)  First Laverne nodded, 
and then Bobbie did.
     "Don't worry, Mrs? . . ."
     "Kettings; but you can call me Marsha, like all my friends 
do."
     "Don't worry, Marsha; Bobbie and I will take REAL good care 
of Billy tonight. . . . Right, Bobby?"
     "Right," said the older girl; wriggling her hips at the boy, 
and sticking her tongue out obscenely at him.  "Real good care."
     Billy felt as if he'd died, and gone to heaven, while the 
two women thanked the waitresses for helping.

     It wasn't until he was locking up that night, after mopping 
the floor, that Billy realized he was all alone.  The girls had 
left; leaving him to lock up by himself. . . . Ah well.  It had 
been a nice dream.  He carefully locked the door; set the alarm; 
and made his lonely way to his car; getting dark and gloomy in 
the far corner of the parking-lot where the owner insisted that 
his employees park, so the good spots were left for the paying 
customers.
     Still somewhat gloomy; Billy opened the driver's-side door 
and climbed in.  The teenager wondered how the other woman's 
story had gone.  The first one had been extremely hot.  Few 
people realized that when the noise-level was low enough, you 
could hear private conversations clear across the restaurant (if 
you picked your spot right).  That's why he had gotten so 
excited.  It wasn't just seeing the woman with her finger up her 
dress.  It was hearing them both discussing sex, and more 
importantly, the idea of having sex with HIM.  Several times 
before something similar had happened; (conversations of that 
type) but nobody had ever actually DONE anything about it until 
today.  God, what a day.  He would probably be out of a job by 
tomorrow, when the girls complained about his "harassing" them; 
(no matter what had REALLY happened) but it would be worth it.  
Girls that pretty just did NOT "make out" with busboys or 
dishwashers.  "Well, it HAD been a nice dream, while it lasted," 
Billy thought; as he slid behind the wheel.
     "Well!  It sure took you long enough," said Laverne.  
"Bobbie and I have been sitting out here for HOURS!"


     (If you want to find out about the story Janice told, then 
read the story "Getting off Grandpa".)









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