Slipping into a pair of white panties and gym clothes, Missy’s nerves were anxiously jangling as she headed over to join her brothers in the other room.
“I thought you were the pizza.” Frank seemed genuinely unhappily that she wasn’t the food when he opened the door for her. Going over to the far bed, he plopped onto it with his back against the headboard and stuck his nose in his phone.
“I’ve got the movie queued up,” Jason said from one of the chairs by the little table.
The pair’s seeming disinterest in Missy was typical and she started to think her anxiety had been pointless. Joining Frank, she also leaned against the headboard and pulled out her own phone. Being the last to shower, Chris soon appeared and took a seat on the other bed. When the pizza arrived, they started the movie and spent the next couple of hours making comments and cracking jokes about it. With her brothers’ continuing to act like they had during all their other hang-outs, Missy easily forgot about her earlier thoughts.
“What should we watch next?” Chris asked from where he laid prone on the one bed when the movie ended.
“I don’t know if I wanna watch anything,” Jason said, standing up and stretching. “Hey Missy, when was the last time you bought a new one of your costumes?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged, the question surprising her. Although her family supported her anime cosplay, she knew they thought it silly. Especially since she spent a lot of the money she made working at the ice cream parlor on new outfits.
“Have you bought one that me and Chris haven’t seen?” Jason pressed.
“Yes,” she admitted, thinking about her new candy striper outfit.
“Then I know you brought it with you,” Jason smiled. “Why don’t you model it for us?”
“Yea. Let’s see it,” Chris chimed in, rolling onto his side.
“Um… Ok,” she agreed, climbing off the bed.
Going back to her room, she wondered why the two wanted her to do this since neither of them had shown much interest in her hobby for the last couple of years. Deciding that they were either looking to just waste time or tease her, she stripped down to her white panties. In the bathroom she put her pink hair into pigtails. Despite her lack of faith in her brother’s reasons, her big brown eyes still reflected the excited little smile on her slim lips that she always got when preparing to play dress-up.
Back out in the room, the air conditioning had her little pink nipples partially stiff and when she put on the bra that matched her panties, the cotton material brushed against them to make them tingle slightly. Pulling the outfit from her bag, she slipped into the white blouse. With the elastic in the puffy sleeves around her biceps, she did up all of the buttons so that the collar was closed around her throat. As she had gotten older, her focus on the outfits she bought had switched from being cute to being sexy. For that reason, the top strained slightly over her plump little breasts. Setting on the bed, she slid on a pair of white thigh-high nylons with pink ribbons laced through their elastic tops. The outfit’s main part was a one-piece pink-and-white striped skirt with a square, overalls-style flap. Sliding her legs through the skirt portion, she reached behind her to zip it up. Hugging her slim waist and just snug enough to accentuate her tiny ass, the skirt’s hem hung just below the nylon tops. Working the straps over her shoulders, she hooked them to the buckles so that the square flap conformed over the swells of her breasts. After putting on a pair of little black shoes with gold buckles, she went back into the bathroom to pin the boxy little hat in place.
Although she enjoyed playing dress-up, she always got nervous when showing off one of her outfits. Heading out the door, she took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself, then confidently strolled into her brothers’ room.
“Holy crap, that’s cute,” Chris gasped from where he remained on the nearest bed.
“Adorable.” Jason agreed from his new seat at the foot of the far bed.
“It really is,” Frank chimed in, his enthusiasm a way of joining with their brothers.
“Come on. Give us the show.” Jason insisted, indicating for her to stroll around the room.
Going into her prepared show, she strutted around the room, twirling to make the skirt flutter and striking practiced poses while her brothers cheered and showered her with compliments. Doing one last twirl, she ended the show in her practiced pose with her eyes staring down at her hands shyly clasped in front of her.
“You are so cute.” Jason whispered from his seat an arm’s length away.
Something in his tone made Missy lift her gaze and an uncertain, yet excited tingle ran done her spine with the way he was looking at her. Glancing at Chris and Frank, she saw they were looking at her in that same way. She had seen that look before, in the eyes of Ricky and the other boys that had tried to get her to do certain things. Things like what had happened in the car.
No. We can’t. I-I can’t. A part of her whispered with the sudden realization that the night would not be like their usual hang-outs. A confused uncertainty washing over her, the next few moments passed in slow motion.
Reaching out, Jason snagged her hands in his and pulled her toward him. Her feet crossing the carpet, she let him guide her into sitting sideways in his lap. As his free arm wrapped around her back for support, its hand gripping her outside thigh through the skirt, she instinctively brought her legs together and delicately hooked her ankles. A warm tingle dancing along her nerves, she gazed down at his one hand holding hers in her lap. Then his hand let go of hers and came up, a pair of fingers lifting her chin and turning her face to his.
We shouldn’t. Part of her insisted as she tried to find the strength to push him away, climb off his lap, and declare an end to all of this.
But… it felt so good. Another part whimpered with the memory of the previous night.
The two sides arguing, she watched Jason lean in to kiss her. Unable to stop herself, she closed her eyes and kissed him back. Their lips separating and reconnecting a few times, the warm tingle began to flow throughout her body. Trying to deny this, she let him guide her lips open and eagerly raised her tongue in greeting to his. The flowing warmth grew stronger as the two appendages swiped at one another.
We shouldn’t be doing this. She thought, reminding herself that it was her brother’s tongue in her mouth. Despite this, or because of it, she leaned into their kiss and brought her one hand up to his shoulder while her other reached around to his back. Her fingers lightly scratching at his t-shirt, she drove her tongue against his.
Dropping away from her chin, his hand landed atop her inside thigh just below the skirt’s hem so that its heat radiated through the nylon, his fingertips caressing her flesh where her legs were pressed together. Her ankles unhooking on their own, a small gap appeared between her limbs. Taking advantage of this, his fingertips dipped down a little further.
I shouldn’t be… This is wrong. Even as the thought formed, the flowing warmth caused her legs to slide a little further apart.
Slipping down into the wider gap, Jason’s hand nudged her limbs open more so he could freely caress her entire inner thigh.
Ooh God, I-I shouldn’t–. The warmth building, she leaned back into his arm, shifted her ass slightly in his lap. Ooh God. Her mind whimpered when she felt his stiffening thingy under her taut orbs, the memory of how it had felt inside her rushing back. The warmth turning into strong breezes, they fanned the embers within her loins into smoldering briquettes.
Sliding up her thigh, Jason’s hand slipped under her skirt and his fingertips traced her flesh along the nylon’s edge. Then they crept upward, drawing tiny circles on her flesh, the hand’s heat mingling with that emanating from her special place.
Her body ignoring her one side’s continued attempts to get her to stop this from happening, her hips rolled delicately in anticipation. Leaning back more, shifting again, her legs fell open, the outside one nearly falling off Jason’s knee.
His fingertips reaching her panties, they slid in to rub at her through them. Slipping up and down, this way and that, they massaged her hidden special place.
Her hips twitching, her embers crackled and snapped into glowing red-orange orbs of desire within her loins and her juices started flowing. Missy knew she was rapidly approaching the point of no return and the one part again screamed that it was her brother touching her. That it was his tongue hers was dueling. That it was his thingy throbbing under her tiny ass. But again, in contrast with the thoughts’ intentions, they only heightened her body’s building desire.
Sitting in her brother’s lap, French-kissing him and letting him rub at her through her panties, the warm breezes fanned her embers brighter and hotter with each passing moment. Her panties absorbing some of her juices, the softening material eventually allowed his fingertips to press between her labia and massage her slit. The feel of this, combined with her ricocheting thoughts, fueled her body’s desire and her hips soon started rolling needily, her fingers grabbing at his shirt.
Breaking their kiss, Jason pulled back to gaze into her eyes with a look that meant stopping things at this point would not be easy. Reminiscent of the time she had finally given in to Ricky, that look stirred the same kind of nervous excitement in her. And, like that time, she realized that she didn’t have any intention of trying to stop things. In fact, she was more excited than nervous this time. Despite not understanding why, she knew this was because of the added naughtiness of it being her brother.
Pulling his hand from under her skirt, Jason’s arm slipped under her legs. Standing, he lifted her with him and turned around to kneel on the bed. As he laid her down near its center, her arms fell out to her sides and her legs fell partially open, her knees bent slightly and the skirt’s hem draped across her thighs near the nylon tops.
Noticing that the room was much darker than when they had started kissing, she glanced around. The main light had been turned off and now only a single, dimmed nightstand lamp provided the limited illumination. Maybe it was the kissing that had let her basically forget about Chris and Frank, or the extra room her and Jason had compared to the confines of the car’s backseat. Either way, she now saw them sitting on the edge of the other bed, naked. And the sight of their hard members sent a new rush of impish excitement through her.
Drawing her attention back to him, Jason joined her on the bed. Straddling one of her legs on his knees, he unhooked the buckles to her outfit’s top and pulled the square portion down. An ache of anticipation pulsing within her titties, she lifted her chin when he reached for the blouse’s top most button. Undoing it, then the next and the next, he worked his way down. With each one, the white blouse fell open a little more, offering an ever-growing glimpse of her simple white bra underneath. The pulsing ache making her fingers scratch at the bedspread, she wiggled slightly to help him tug the bottom of the blouse from inside the skirt. Undoing the last button, he threw the top’s flaps aside. As cool air swirled over her torso and across the exposed tops of her titties, her semi-hard nipples poked at the bra for a brief moment before he shoved the bra up off the pert mounds.
“Mmm.” Missy quietly mewled as the air now swirled over her pink nipples, causing them to stiffen more.
A hand covering each of her plump little breasts, Jason flattened those stiffening nipples under his palms and squeezed.
“Ooh.” Sighing, her eyes closing, she arched her back slightly in offering as the ache went from anticipation to satisfaction.
That ache grew to pulse throughout her entire body over the next moments as Jason fondled her breasts; his palms rubbing her nipples and making them spark with electricity. Switching tactics, he tweaked the swollen buds between thumb and forefinger, making the electricity zing through them. The attentions turning the warm breezes into tropical gusts, Missy laid there, her shallow breaths carrying quiet mewls past her delicate lips. Her embers being fanned, they burst into a dancing little fire and her legs began to scissor slightly upon the bed.
Opening her eyes when he pulled his hands away, she watched him move down the bed and lift his one knee out from between her legs. Resting his hands on her nylons, their heat simmering through their thin material, he slid them up to pile the skirt at her waist.
Although the foreplay had been limited so far, Missy could sense the dampness of her special place. She knew that some of her juices had been absorbed by her panties and that the softened material was molding itself to the delicate folds there. After hungrily gazing at this image for a second, Jason hooked the panties’ side straps. Lifting her ass, Missy brought her legs together so he could pull them down. Drawing the panties along her legs, he moved down the bed with them and climbed off it as he pulled them over her shoes.
Missy laid there, watching him strip out of his cloths. Her legs had fallen open, the white nylons running up them to where the elastic and pink ribbons cuffed her thighs. Between her spread legs, her special place with its bright pink labia glistened wetly, her juices sparkling dew-like among the tuft of blond hairs surrounding it. Above where the majority of her outfit was piled at her waist, her abs delicately quivered. Her arms were thrown out to her sides and at their ends her fingers flexed atop the bedspread. With the flaps of her white blouse thrown open and her simple bra shoved up, her swollen pink nipples rested nicely atop her plump little breast as they rose and fell with the shallow breaths escaping her slim lips. Her head rested on a pillow, the boxy little hat a bit askew and her pink ponytails flung out to the sides, her face flush and her features lax.
With thoughts and emotions cascading through her, her big brown eyes bounced between the stripping Jason and her other brothers with their already freed members. Although she knew there was no backing out now, even if she wanted to, she continued struggling with the idea that all of this was forbidden and wrong. That brothers and sisters weren’t supposed to do these things… that they weren’t supposed to want to do them.
Yet, here the four of them were.
Again.
Then all three of her brothers were climbing onto the bed.
The mattress shifting under her, Missy’s mind echoed with the lewdness of what was happening. But instead of silencing the desire pulsing through her body, the thought fueled it. Seconds later it was fueled even more as the trio’s hands and mouths converged on her body in near unison.
Each taking one of her breasts in hand, Frank and Chris squeezed the plaint mounds, their fingers communicating different hungers and experience. Folding their bodies and lowering their mouths onto her swollen pink nipples, they suckled and licked them with different intensities. Lying between her spread legs, Jason wrapped his arms around her upper thighs and brought his face close enough to her special place for his breath to swirl over it.
“Mmm,” she mewled, a blast of tropical heat causing her entire body to shudder.
Then Jason’s tongue pressed between her labia and swiped up through her slit, nearly brushing her clit.
“Ooh,” her eyes closing, her head lulled back.
While Ricky had licked her there once, her eldest brother’s technique proved to be more patient and less awkward. Slipping up and down through her slit insistently, his tongue absently brushed against her clit then past her opening again and again, making the nerve-endings of both points spark with unique anticipation.
Meanwhile, the differences in Frank’s and Chris’ squeezing fingers caused the ache within her pert breasts to pulse distinctively. Their different suckling techniques made her nipples crackle with individual jolts of electricity. Neither was bad, nor superior to the other. They were just different. And mutually exciting. Quietly mewling, Missy brought her hands to the backs of their heads and twined her fingers into their hair.
For a few moments she laid there, her body reveling in the sensations created by her three brothers’ attentions, the tropical breezes fanning the fires within her loins, making them dance.
Proving himself the least patient, Frank grabbed her hand and guided it down under him to his crotch. Unable to shut off the thoughts of how improper this all was, her fingers wrapped themselves around his rigid thingy as best they could. And as she began stroking it, the thoughts again only served to send surges of naughty excitement through her, feeding her fires and making her lithe, young body simmer. Her face lulling from side-to-side, heavy breaths slipping past her delicate lips, she also thought how much more wicked it would be to be stroking Chris’ thingy as well.
But before she could act on this thought, Frank pulled his mouth from her nipple and rose up onto his knees. Moving closer, making the mattress shift under her, his free hand bumped the hat pinned to her hair as he cuffed the back of her head and made her lift it.
Opening her eyes, Missy stared at his rigid thingy within her own grasp. While her fear lingered, it had been lessened by Chris the night before. Besides, even without the worry of their father catching them, she didn’t think she had any choice. Resigning herself to whatever her twin’s intentions might be, she adjusted her fingers to where she thought she would want them and guided the head of his thingy toward her lips. Where Chris had let her lick his pre-cum from the tip, Frank continued forcing her mouth toward him well past the point where she could do this and pressed the tip of his thingy against her lips. Fighting against her fear, she let her lips slide over the head then lock around his thick shaft, tasting him and his fluid as one. Continuing to push on the back of her head, Frank shoved her lips down along his shaft and crammed them against her fingers. Then, holding her there, his hips started rocking back and forth, pumping himself in and out of her mouth. As his rigid shaft slid along her lips, caressing their nerve-endings, Missy realized that he was fucking her mouth… using it for his pleasure.
The thought made her feel dirty…
Caused her fires to flare…
To dance and sway…
To sear her loins…
Frank’s use of her mouth caused his other hand to lose some of its focus on her titty, but he continued fondling it, fueling the mound’s ache. Meanwhile Chris’ attention remained steady, his fingers squeezing her other plaint breast, his suckling mouth making electricity sing through its nipple. All while Jason’s tongue slithered through her wetness, sliding past her entrance and brushing near her clit.
The tropical gusts strengthening and her fires growing, Missy’s hips rolled and lifted herself against Jason’s tongue. As if on cue, the appendage suddenly slid purposely upward and rapidly swiped against her clit, making it scream with electricity. Her hips jerking, her feet skidded a few inches across the bedspread before kicking down into the mattress and lifting herself even higher.
With his arms wrapped around her thighs. Jason maintained his tongue’s contact with her clit, swiping at it several times before retreating down through her slit. Returning to its previous actions for the next few minutes, it brushed past her entrance and near her clit several times.
Up and down the tongue slid…
Licking…
Lapping…
Brushing past her opening…
Teasing its nerve-endings…
Grazing her swollen clit…
Chris fondled her breast…
Squeezed the pliant mound…
Suckled on her nipple…
Frank tweaked her other nipple…
His hips rocking…
His thingy pumping…
Fucking her mouth…
In and out…
His rigid flesh caressing her lips…
Her lips bouncing off her fingers, her mind continued to echo with thoughts of the taboos involved while her body reveled in the sensations of being pleasured and used. Each lick of her special place… every suckle and tweak of her nipples… each squeeze of her breasts… and every slide of the rigid manhood along her lips fueled her fires.
“Mmm.” She mewled around Frank’s thingy when an orgasm formed among her dancing flames, making her nerves tingle with anticipation. Swaying with her fires, the orgasm steadily grew, its pulsating promise making her mewl again and again.
When Chris suddenly pulled away from her breast and climbed off the bed, that pulsating promise faded slightly. Briefly wondering why, she quickly forgot the question as Frank’s use of her mouth took on an unmistakable building urgency.
Mentally preparing herself to swallow, like she had for Chris, she couldn’t help fearing the worse. While Frank’s bouncing of her lips off her fingers had barely budged them, she didn’t know what the next moments might bring. This made her want leverage. Turning her body, she brought her empty hand against his pelvis. Then, wanting him to finish and either confirm or refute her fear, she eagerly tugged on the base of his shaft, urging him to climax.
In the following moments Frank’s fingers tensed in her hair, his hips stuttered. Yet, he seemed content to bounce her lips off her fingers, allowing her orgasm to regain most of its promise. Aiding it, Jason’s tongue continued licking her slit and brushing near her clit. Eventually the orgasm exited the flames and rolled toward its release. Her nerves crackling expectantly, her muscles flexed and her flesh quivered.
Sliding up, Jason’s tongue aggressively licked her clit once… twice… thrice.
“Mmm!” Electricity screaming through the button, the orgasm roared through Missy with an intensity she had never before experienced. Her mind exploded with a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of brilliant fireworks. Torturous bolts of electricity shot along her nerves. Her muscles spasmed hard enough that the hand on Frank’s pelvis had to slap down atop the mattress behind her to support her, the act causing the flap of her white top to flail in the air. Her body shuddering, her feet kicked deeper into the mattress and her legs tensed to lift herself against Jason’s lapping tongue, her hips jerking and twitching mid-air.
Using his arms around her thighs, Jason continued lapping of her clit, making it shriek with electricity.
“Mmm! Mmm!” Moaning around Frank’s pumping manhood, she sucked on it harder.
The rocking of her twin’s hips rapidly devolving into frantic stuttering, his fingers pulled at her hair. Knowing he was on the very cusp of his own climax, and fearing what would happen if too much of him was in her mouth, Missy tried to slide her hand further up his shaft. But then, at the last possible second, he actually jerked himself from her mouth and let go of her hair. Her head falling to the pillow and rolling back on her straining neck, her hand enthusiastically jerked on his manhood as his warm semen once more sprayed across her titties.
“Ooh God!” She cried, the lewd act sending her orgasm rocketing to new heights, releasing fresh skyrockets, and making her jerk on his manhood even more eagerly. As shot after shot covered her breasts and nipples, the power of the electricity shooting along her nerves made her entire body arch… twist and writhe mid-air… her hips hop before Jason’s lapping tongue. Her empty hand clawed and jerked at the bedspread. Her head snapped from side-to-side, her pigtails flapping and flopping.
In the midst of this, Frank finished. Continuing to tug on his thingy even as she was writhing, she milked the last drops of semen from it.
Then the orgasm eventually began to fade.
Her body shuddering with aftershocks, she settled back to the bed. Her face lulled to the side with her hat askew atop her head and her pigtails lying twisted upon the pillow. Quiet mewls slipped past her trembling lip.
While Jason’s tongue slid up and down through her slit a few times, Frank moved away and her emptied hand fell to her side. Then the mattress shifted with Jason moving up to kneel between her legs, his hands placed to either side of her and holding him above her.
“You are so cute,” he whispered.
Opening her eyes, she briefly glimpsed Chris sitting on the other bed before turning her face to stare up at Jason. Her eyelids were heavy, her shallow breaths slipping past her slim lips caused her plump little titties to gently rise and fall below the pushed-up bra, their milky flesh and swollen pink nipples splattered by Frank’s semen. With her white blouse thrown open under her, her flesh shimmered with a thin sheen of sweat and her abs quivered. Below the outfit piled at her waist and between her spread legs, her special place glistened brightly with her juices which sparkled among the tuft of blond hairs. Below where her swollen clit stood proudly from under its hood, her bright pink labia were flowering open in invitation to the manhood she could sense hovering… oh… so… close.
Although she still knew they shouldn’t be doing this, if she had had any lingering ideas of stopping it, the member’s proximity coupled with the powerful orgasm would have vanquished them. She wanted it… wanted him… wanted her brother inside her. The forbidden desire made her reach between them with one hand and wrap her fingers around his thingy as best she could. In that moment, she remembered how big he was and how their position in the car had kept her from taking it all. A mixture of excitement and trepidation tingled along her nerves as his hips dropped and the tip pressed between her labia, against her wet slit. Guiding it down, she brought the tip to her entrance, then held her breath as his hips dropped further, the head forcing her walls apart.
“Ooh God.” She gasped as the first inches of his thick shaft sunk into her velvety folds. Her eyes closing, her hand released him and came out to scratch at the bedspread.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. Meeting resistance, his hips stopped then lifted slightly before dropping again.
“Ooh God.” Her fingers clutched at the bedspread as more of him sunk into her.
“So fuckin’ tight.” Lifting and dropping his hips once more.
“Ooh God.” She whimpered as inch after inch of his manhood stuffed her.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, grinding his crotch against hers.
“Ooh God. Ooh God.” Being completely stuffed, she now understood the previous night’s limitations. It also caused the flames within her loins to flare, her fingers to gab at the bedspread so she could lift her ass and grind her crotch back against his.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he groaned, slowly removing a portion of himself, then sliding it into her again.
“Ooh God, Jason.” The previous night’s forced silence came echoing back at her and, without understanding why, she felt the need to name the person whose manhood was inside her.
“You’re such a little hottie.” Sighing, his hips began to slowly pump his member in and out of her.
“Yes. Ooh yes,” she whimpered, her own hips rising to meet his thrusts.
His slow, gentle rhythm allowing her to grow accustom to the size of him, she soon opened her eyes to gaze up again.
“So cute. So hot.” His eyes reflected the mischievous smirk on his lips.
“Ooh, Jason.” Her own slim lips curled into a similar smirk as she thought about the immorality of what they were doing and discovered that it no longer bothered her. Embracing the naughtiness, she let it fuel her desire.
Aiding this was the way her brother’s manhood stuffed her special place each time his hips dropped, the sensation making her fight to keep her eyes from closing. With her limited knowledge she didn’t know if Jason was that big, or if Ricky was that small, she just knew that her brother sunk deeper into her.
This thought made her think about her other brothers and, after a few moments, she turned to look for them. They were sitting on the other bed, eagerly watching her and Jason. While Frank was eagerly stroking his thingy back to life, Chris’ was fully erect and he was gripping the edge of the bed, wearing a tense, hungry expression. Instinctively knowing that he was waiting for his chance to do what Jason was doing, the fires within her loins flared higher. Then, whimpering happily, she turned her eyes back to Jason.
Up and down his hips humped…
Their rhythm building…
In and out his manhood pumped…
Faster…
Harder…
Up and down…
In and out…
Wet, slapping sounds echoing…
In and out…
Filling her…
Stuffing her…
Her titties jiggling upon her chest, her burning fires caused a fresh sheen of sweat to coat her flesh, making it shimmer anew. Her hands clawed at the bedspread, providing the leverage needed to lift herself up and meet his thrusts. Sliding herself on and off his thingy, the ricocheting thoughts of taboo made her whimper his name again and again. As another orgasm formed within her raging fires, its rapturous promise sent electricity racing along her nerves. Her muscles flexing, her sex started tightening around his thick shaft, adding to its caressing sensation.
Above her, Jason’s features were tightening… his rhythm stuttering… his thrusting becoming harder… faster. His hips twitching with each full insertion, he drove himself into her again… and… again.
“Ooh God!” The knowledge that her brother was on the verge of cumming inside her caused the orgasm to tear away from the fires and instantly roar free. Her muscles spasming, her eyes shut and her head snapped back on her straining neck. Thousands of exploding fireworks sent powerful jolts of electricity screaming along her nerves. Her feet kicked down into the mattress to cram her special place onto his thingy. Her ass twitched spastically, her walls clenched around his thick shaft, squeezing and milking it.
“Yes!” His hips humping at her awkwardly a few more times, he froze with his crotch smashed against hers. Buried deep, deep inside her, his manhood lurched… unleashed his seed.
“Ooh God, Jason!” The sensation pushed the orgasm to new levels. Her head snapped from side-to-side, her pigtails flapping across her cheeks. Her hands jerked at the bedspread, her arched body twisted and writhed, her flesh quivered with her spasming muscles.
Then, sensing his thingy calming among the rapturous waves, her hips humped her clenching walls on the base of it to milk the last drops of semen from him. Whimpering his name, she hung there, riding the orgasmic waves until they began to recede moments later. Then her softening body slowly settled back onto the bed and her head gently lulled to one side.
“Fuck, that was good,” Jason sighed, pulling himself from her and climbing off the bed.
For a short minute, Missy laid there panting and mewling past her delicate lips. Her muscles shuddering with aftershocks made her shimmering flesh quiver. Then the mattress shifted under her again and she opened her eyes to see Chris climbing onto it with an impatient hunger.
“Ooh,” she sighed, glimpsing his manhood.
Hurriedly moving between her spread legs, holding himself up with one hand, he didn’t wait for her to grasp his thingy and guide it to her, but used his other hand to do this. Slipping along her wet slit, the tip settled at her opening. His hips dropped. The head forced her walls to part. The first inches of his thick shaft sunk into her.
“Ooh God.” Whimpering from the sensation, her fingers scratched at the bedspread.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, meeting resistance. Letting go of himself, he brought that hand out to help hold him up, then lifted his hips to extract a portion of his manhood. When he thrusted down again, her used sex offered no further resistance and his entire member sunk into her, his crotch smashing against hers.
“Ooh God.” Still trembling with the aftershocks, the sensation of being stuffed again made her entire body shudder.
As she struggled to keep her eyes open and stare up into his, the effect of his time waiting was obvious in their hunger. It was also clear in the way he started rapidly humping his hips at her, his manhood enthusiastically pumping in and out of her special place. With her orgasm barely quieted, this made her fires dance and swirl excitedly.
“Ooh, Chris. Ooh yes, Chris.” She whimpered, again needing to name their incestual act.
“You are a naughty lil’ thing, aren’t you,” he groaned, his lips curling into a smile.
“Yes. Yes, I am.” She gasped, his words adding to the mischievous sensations.
“Such a dirty girl.” He drove his manhood into her again… and… again.
“Yes. Ooh yes, Chris.” She had never been called that. In fact, Ricky had been fairly quiet during their sessions. And she again found the words titillating, making her nerves tingle and her fires dance more.
As the intensity of Chris’ thrusting rapidly increased, his actions forcing some of Jason’s semen from her, the wet slapping sounds echoed louder. Upon the bed, Missy’s body was rocked and her plump little breast, coated by Frank’s dried semen, jiggled upon her chest. Her head slid back and forth on the pillow, her pigtails moving with it. Her fingers grabbing at the bedspread, she lifted herself to meet Chris’ thrusts, sliding herself on and off his thingy.
“Oh fuck. You are such a naughty girl.” His ratcheting hips moved faster; his manhood sunk into her harder.
Up and down his hips humped…
Faster…
In and out his thingy pumped…
Harder…
In and out…
Thrusting…
In and out…
Driving…
In…
Out…
In…
Just as his thrusting began to stutter awkwardly with his rapidly approaching climax, another orgasm formed to dance among Missy’s fires. Despite doubting that he would last long enough to free hers, she eagerly lifted herself to meet his awkward thrusts again and again. Then his hips started to twitch spastically as he drove himself into her a couple of more times before freezing with his crotch crammed against hers.
“Oh fuck!” He groaned, his thingy lurching within her folds, unleashing his semen.
Having never even considered a scenario in which she would be with two boys, Missy was completely unprepared for the sensation of feeling a second one cumming inside her. The idea alone was bawdy enough to make her body tingle with excitement. Never mind that it was her brothers. This thought tore her orgasm from the fires and set it free.
“Ooh yes!” She cried in surprise and pleasure. Although weaker than the other orgasms, this one still made her muscles spasm and her hips jerk as her walls clenched around Chris’ shaft, milking the exploding member.
Sensing Chris finishing, she humped herself at the base of his thingy even as her orgasm faded. Then her body once more settled to the bed and her eyes closed.
The mattress shifting as he climbed off the bed, she laid there, trying to catch her breath. Her energy taxed by the orgasms, her feet slid down the bedspread, her nylon-encased legs falling limply apart. Between them her used sex glistened, semen visible at the center of her puffy labia. The hem of her skirt slid down a couple of inches across her thighs, and her bra now lay partially across her breasts, the edge barely touching her pink nipples and the dried cum splattered across the fleshy mounds. Her head on the pillow lulled to one side, her pigtails next to either side, the hat barely attached to her pink hair.
The mattress shifting again made her open her eyes in expectation. Sure enough, there was Frank with his thingy standing proudly erect.
“Roll over,” he said, kneeling beside her waist and grabbing her hips.
Even as tired as she was, his touch made her nerves tingle and her mind race with what was about to happen… the idea of having her third brother inside her. After he helped her roll onto her belly, she discovered that she also needed it to get her knees under her and lift her ass into the air. Her skirt falling to cover the taut orbs, she tried to raise up onto her hands, but found it too taxing and settled on her elbows. Turning to rest one side of her face on the pillow, she pinned one pink pigtail under it while the other one laid across her cheek. Her outfit’s square top and blouse hung down, the former partially gathering on the bed, the latter hiding the fact that her swollen nipples were touching the bedspread.
Kneeling behind her, Frank guided her knees further apart. Then he pushed her skirt up around her waist again, revealing her taut asscheeks hovering in the air and her special place between her legs. One hand cuffing her waist, his other guided his manhood to that place.
The tip pressed between her lips…
Snuggled against her opening…
His hips jutted forward…
The head forced her walls to part…
Her twice-used special place offered no resistance…
“Ooh God,” she whimpered, being stuffed by this third sizable thingy.
“Fuck, you’re still tight,” he groaned, cuffing her waist with both hands and grinding his crotch against her ass.
“Ooh God, Frank.” Whimpering his name, she ground back at him.
“Fuck, you’re dirty.” Holding onto her waist, he started rocking his hips back and forth.
“Ooh yes. Yes, I am, Frank.” His words reminded her of what she was doing… who she was doing it with… and made her give voice to its obscene nature.
Although Frank’s humping didn’t have the same urgency as Chris’, his obvious inexperience made his technique a little rough, like his fondling of her breasts. Yet, the steady pumping of his manhood in and out of her… the sensation of it stuffing her again and again, stoked her dancing fires. Plus, his thrusting made her body rock back and forth which caused her nipples to slide across the bedspread, making them spark and crackle with more electricity.
“Ooh, Frank. Ooh.” Her head shifting up and down on the pillow caused the pigtail on her cheek to slide back and forth.
“Such a dirty girl. So naughty. So dirty.” Groaning, his humping gradually sped up.
“Yes I am, Frank.” She mewled, his words again making her feel that way. And, rocking her own hips back and forth, sliding herself on and off his thingy, enhanced that feeling.
Driving his manhood into her again and again, his crotch bounced off her asscheeks, made their flesh jiggle and raised wet slapping sounds to mingle with her whimpers of pleasure.
Back and forth his hips rocked…
In and out his manhood pumped…
Stuffing her…
His crotch slapped her asscheeks…
Made them jiggle…
In and out…
Faster…
In and out…
Harder…
In and out…
In and out…
In and out…
Her nipples being caressed by the bedspread as her body was rocked back and forth added fuel to the growing fires within her loins. As did peppering her whimpers of pleasure with his name, driving home the idea of who it was behind her… whose rigid thingy was stuffing her special place again and again.
“Ooh God.” Another orgasm formed within her flames and rapidly towered above them.
“I never knew you were so dirty.” His hips rocked faster to drill his manhood into her as his grip tightened on her waist and he started pushing and pulling her in unison with him.
“Ooh, Frank. Ooh God, Frank.” She whimpered, recognizing that his own climax was rapidly approaching despite having already cum once. The thought of this dragged her own orgasm from the fires.
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“Fuck. I never knew.” The wet slapping sounds grew with the building force of his jackhammering hips.
His pushing and pulling on her… making her slide on and off his thingy… using her to pleasure himself… the feel of him being driven into her again… and… again, drove the orgasm toward its release. But just as it reached the edge, his rocking hips began stuttering awkwardly… jerking and twitching randomly. The effect froze the orgasm… held it teetering on the cusp of release, teasing her with its rapturous promise. Whimpering for its release, Missy’s nerves screamed with enthusiasm for what was about to happen…
A third time…
A third boy cumming inside her…
Again, she had never even considered such a thing happening, much less with any of her brothers involved.
“So fuckin’ naughty.” Frank’s fingers dug into her waist. He jerked her back… thrust his hips forward… drove his manhood into her… crammed his crotch against her ass. Buried deep inside her, his thingy started jerking as it unleased his seed. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
“Ooh God! Ooh God, Frank!” Missy’s orgasm tore through her with explosive force. Her arms suddenly straightened, throwing her torso up and her head snapped back, her pigtails flying. As the hat came dislodged to sail off somewhere, a new kaleidoscope of colorful skyrockets filled her mind. Holding herself up, her entire body convulsed with the electricity screaming along her nerves. Her spasming muscles caused her hips to twitch and jerk, her ass bunny-hopping while crammed back against him, her walls clenching on the base of his thick shaft.
“Fuck!” His manhood spraying semen into her, Frank’s fingers dug deeper into her hips.
“Ooh God, yes!” The twinge of pain his fingers caused sent her orgasm to new heights. The powerful electricity jolting along her nerves making her muscles flex, her head fell forward then snapped back again, one of her pigtails slapping her across the mouth.
The waves of ecstasy continuing to roll through her, she sensed him finish and his manhood settle down. Whimpering, she rolled her ass, made it twitch and hop so her clenching sex could milk him dry.
Moments later, when her orgasm began to fade, her actions gradually calmed. Hearing Frank sigh, she felt him pull out and take his hands from her waist. The mattress shifting as he climbed off, she collapsed onto her side, then rolled onto her back with her arms thrown out to her sides. Drained by everything, she laid there panting, the lingering remnants of the last orgasm making her shudder. With her one knee bent out to the side and the other dangling off the side of the bed, she wasn’t exactly comfortable, but she didn’t have the energy to move just yet. Behind her closed eyes she could hear her brothers talking, but couldn’t focus on what they were saying.
Then, hearing the lock to the room’s door being disengaged, a combination of curiosity and fear made her open her eyes and look. Stepping into the room, their dad stopped short as the door swung shut behind him.
Continued…