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Part 2

A Bride For The Whole Family
by James Elliott (c) 1991


Chapter 4

"She's a very pretty girl, Michael," Lorraine said simply, as she
maneuvered her stepson into the mansion's library.

"Very attractive," Michael smiled, glancing at the older woman. "She's
everything I'd hoped to find in a woman, attractive, intelligent
and...."

"And sexual ..." Lorraine's lips formed a coy, knowing smile and her
blue eyes flashed with sudden amusement.

Michael didn't answer, but moved away from his stepmother, his eyes
darting around him, surveying the floor-to-ceiling shelves of books
that lined the wall's of the Hightower library. His father was a
collector, This one room contained a small fortune in first editions.

But Lorraine's mind was far from the rare volumes. "Your telegram came
as a surprise. We knew that you and Diana were living together, but
marriage?"

He twisted around to face the woman again. His eyes widened, obviously
irritated by her last remark

But Lorraine ignored his reaction and pressed further, "Does she know
about the Hightowers?"

Michael's eyes glanced to the floor and he shook his head, receiving a
chuckle of growing amusement from the woman.

"Your father and I had expected that you would have at least brought
Diana to meet us before you married her," Lorraine continued. "I'm
disappointed in you."

"Why?" Michael snapped. "Why should I have brought Diana here? I
wouldn't have done it now, if it hadn't have been for the trust."

The woman no longer chuckled, but laughed. Michael had known this was
going to happen. He should have tried to avoid it, but he knew that
that would have been impossible. He had never been able to avoid
Lorraine. Never!

"Poor Michael, afraid his family will frighten off his young bride,"
she laughed louder, the obviously unconfined mounds of her breasts
juggling freely beneath the silky fabric of her caftan.

Damn! he silently cursed himself, as he felt the familiar tightening of
his groin. He shouldn't have let this happen. But now that it was here,
there was no way of getting out of it.

"I'm sorry, Michael," his stepmother abruptly ceased her laughter. "I
didn't mean that. Please forgive me. It's just that this is so unlike
you. I don't understand."

The young man's dark eyes studied her, remembering and trying to
forget. "Things are different now, Lorraine. Diana and I are starting a
life together. The things that happened here are ... well, they're
gone. They're part of the past!"

"Are they, Michael?" she smiled gently, the blueness of her eyes alive
with a light of certainty. "Are you sure it's gone? Just like that;
just because you say it's gone?"

"Yes, I'm sure," he nodded, lowering his eyes from hers to escape her
probing gaze and feeling more and more uneasy by the moment.

The softness of her fingertips were on his cheek, lightly caressing.
His eyes rose to her again and that confident smile on the fullness of
her lips. There was no denying that Lorraine was a beautiful woman, a
fact that had always drawn him and a fact that she had used on him ever
since her marriage to his father. He wanted to escape her gaze, but she
held him as she had always held him.

"I don't think anything has changed, Michael. I don't think you want
anything to change," she whispered, her head moving slowly toward him.
"I think you want me as much as you've always wanted me."

He moved his head away, but the fingers on his cheek increased their
pressure, easing his mouth back. Then her lips were on his, teasing
with a light brushing quiver. She pressed harder, her tongue darting
from her mouth and flicking over his lips. But he held firm, refusing
her the entrance she wanted.

"Why are you fighting it?" she glanced up to him, when she finally
pulled away. There was hurt in her eyes; a hurt that filled him with an
aching hollowness. "It's been a long time, Michael. I've been waiting
for this. I want it and I can feel that you want it as much as I do."

She pressed her lips to his again. This time her arms circled his back,
pulling her body close so that the heavy balls of her tits rolled
against him, taunting him with their cushiony softness. Her pelvis
wedged its way to his crotch, rubbing the plump mound of her pubis over
the rising length of his prick.

You're right, you hot bitch! he cursed his weakness, as his mouth
opened to accept the welcomed offering of her probing oral digit. I
never could refuse you! Never could deny that exquisite cunt of yours!

Totally confident of herself now, her sureness boostered by the
thickening pole she had created in the crotch of his jeans, her tongue
drilled into her step-son's mouth, swirling and twirling around his
tongue. Her lips pressed hard to his, forcing his mouth wider as she
tried to drive her oral digit down his throat. As his arms closed
around her, she moved her body, mashing her breasts harder against his
chest and greedily rubbing the firm, fleshy mound of her sex over the
solid rod of cock straining out from his pants.

Enticing him into her mouth, her lips and teeth lightly closed around
his tongue. She sucked, as her pelvis undulated into his, emphasizing
what it was that she wanted. She sucked, promising the oral delights
she had so expertly laved on his cock innumerable times in the past.
She sucked until a slight saline taste suffused through her mouth, then
she released his tongue and their mouths parted.

"It has been a long time, hasn't it?" she smiled, reveling in the feel
of his young arms around her.

"Lorraine ..." he began.

She interrupted whatever he had intended to say as her mouth covered
his again and the flickering flurry of her tongue invaded his mouth
once again, twisting with its tantalizing gyrations. She parted from
him only when she felt his hips swaying with the sensuous rhythm of her
pelvis. And when her lips did leave his, she removed his arms from
around her and stepped back.

Her eyes glowed with the growing lust that coursed through her body, as
she reached behind her back and found two small snaps and unclasped
them. Then her fingers discovered the zipper beneath and edged it down
its jagged-tooth path. Her smile of confidence widened as she noticed
that her stepson's eyes were riveted to her every action, his nostrils
flaring slightly with excitement.

The caftan fell away from her body in one smooth motion, like a sheet
unveiling some sculpture. But this work of art was alive. He found
himself gulping deeply as he stared at her. Not only was she braless,
but she wore no other undergarments.

He had forgotten just how beautiful Lorraine was, just how desirable a
woman she was, just how much she affected him, as the throbbing
stiffness bulging from his jeans testified to.

The fairness of her blonde hair matched the creamy texture of her
flawless skin. Her tits were big! Breasts that were heavy globes of
pendulous flesh that danced resiliently on her chest as she breathed.
Topping each of those fascinating, pillow-like mounds were light brown
aureoles and nipples that had already begun to stiffen with desire.

Her stomach had lost the flatness of youth, but it was far from a
gross, bulging midriff. Her belly was a slight protruding slope that
led his eyes downward to the plump mound of her pubis. No longer did
her love knoll sport the soft brown sexual fur it had worn the last
time he had seen her. Now there was only a continuation of the milky
smoothness of her skin. Shaven and bare, her cunt posed with the
innocence of a young girl.

His balls drew themselves tightly into the security of their sac as she
moved back toward him, wagging the delightfully flaring curves of her
hips in an exaggerated sway. Her tits juggled liquidly from her chest.
Her eyes flashed with abandoned lust.

Back in his arms, she covered his mouth with hers, as his hands roved
over the sleek smoothness of her back. His fingers eagerly crept to the
jutting roundness of her buttocks and squeezed into the fleshy cheeks
of her ass, arousing moans from the depths of her throat. She wiggled,
rolling her voluptuous nakedness against him, as if trying to push
herself through the clothing he still wore.

In a surprising abrupt movement, the nude woman suddenly pulled away
from him and with a devilish grin, dropped to her knees before him.
With the same quickness, her long fingers darted to his fly, attempting
to free the zipper. But his hands were on hers, moving them away from
his crotch.

"Lorraine ... please ... Diana," he gazed down at the lovely vision of
womanly servitude at his feet. Naked and willing, she stared up to him,
uncomprehending this last moment of hesitation.

Unwilling to be denied, her head leaned forward and her lips kissed
along the swollen bulge covered by the coarseness of his jeans. Even
through the fabric of his pants, he could feel the warmth of her breath
permeating the cloth and flowing around the solidness of his manhood.
He shuddered as he weakly fought the desire that swirled up through his
loins, then moaned and released her hands.

Her fingers, free once again, found the metal hinge of his fly and
yanked down its jagged- edged course. The smell of his manliness
flooded her nostrils, even before her lust- controlled fingers tucked
inside his fly and touched the stiff column of manmeat. The odor was
far from offensive. It was a deep musky aroma that she had come to love
during her years, an erotic scent of manhood that only stimulated her
more.

Carefully, she worked the thick pole of his prick from his pants, then
sat back on her calves to examine the swollen shaft as it came free. It
has been a long time, she mused to herself, as her fingers tenderly
traced along the rod of hardened flesh she had created.

She relished the smoothness of his cockflesh and the virile solidness
that throbbed under her fingertips. Even as she watched, the plumpness
of his glans seemed to swell even fuller.

Her head moved forward as her stepson watched. Her red, puckered lips
kissed at the sleekness of his cock's crown, sucking away the clear
preseminal juices that welled out from its slitted mouth. He felt good,
manly, his sex warm and soft against her lips. She felt him quiver and
found herself doing likewise in a lusty reaction.

Edging her mouth from his lust-wand, she rolled her eyes upward and
smiled at the pleasure she found on his face, then turned her eyes once
more to the fat stalk possessed by her fingertips. Closing her eyes,
she moved forward, letting the flicking probe of her tongue tip guide
her to his cock. She delighted at the shuddering thrills she ignited
within her stepson, as the feathery touch of her tongue brushed over
his blood-engorged glans. But more than that, she relished the oral-
tactile taste of him that she received.

In long, lubricious laps, she lost herself in the pleasure of the task
she had taken on. Up and down the thick circumference of his sex, her
tongue curled and caressed. The cock she laved twitched and jerked
strongly under her ministrations, only stirring her eageress. Over and
under the firm length, she licked and washed. His feel was marvelous,
hard, smooth, soft and demanding all at the same time. She couldn't get
enough of it quick enough to suit her!

She scooted even closer to him, allowing her lips to join the revelry
her tongue had found on his sex. So smooth! she moaned as she mouthed
her way up and down the lust-ladened shaft of sex. She trembled with
mounting excitement with the thought that she soon would bury this
pulsating pole within her face. So warm! And so smooth!

Licking and kissing her way from the hairy base of his cock to the
pleasantly thick knob of his glans, she once more pulled away from him.
Opening her eyes, she glanced back to the young face above her. He
smiled, as his hands reached out and his fingers weaved through the
pale blonde strands of her hair, then slowly eased her face back to the
jutting shaft of his prick.

Her lips kissed the plum-like crown of his cock and her tongue drilled
into the slit-mouth. But his hands, increasing in their urgent
pressure, demanded more.

Her lips pouted deliciously over the swollen glans, accepting his cock
into her mouth. Following the pressure at the back of her head, she
eased forward. The ponderous mass of his sex invaded her face, filling
her mouth and sliding into her throat. Suppressing the urge to gag, she
breathed deeply through her nose, then inched all the way down the
thickness of his root, until her lips flattened around the base of his
cock and she had taken every pulsing inch of him.

His balls did an arousing series of flip-flops as he watched his
stepmother slowly slide off the lancing shaft of his manhood. He had
known this would happen. He had known and still he had come with her.
Perhaps she had been right. Perhaps he had no desire to bury the past.
He certainly had no urge to stop the fantastic sensations she was
creating with her mouth. He wanted her to suck him. He wanted her mouth
eating at his cock. He wanted to slide atop the welcoming bed of her
body and fuck the juice-filled pussy between her legs. She was right!
It had been a long time! And whether he liked to admit it or not, he
had missed the sensual delights this beautiful woman, his father's
wife, could so expertly give him.

Diana! his mind flashed to his young bride, who awaited him in their
room. His young wife, who he had left alone so that he could once again
share the carnal pleasure that his stepmother could provide. What would
Diana do, if she knew?

Suddenly the provocative mouth so lovingly wrapped around his prick
began to suck, driving away all the uneasy thoughts of Diana, demanding
his full attention!

She pulled at his glans, doing her damnedest to dislodge them from his
cock. She sucked, drawing even more blood into his already gorged
length. Her lips were taut and white around him, under the strength of
their hold. He moaned and hunched his hips forward. In a well-timed
reaction, she abruptly eased her oral grip and opened her mouth to
accept the shafting column that speared deeply into her face. Then she
sucked her way back to the fat crown at its tip.

Downward, her lips slid again, swallowing up his swollen length, then
off she came, then she swallowed him up again. He watched hypnotized by
the greedy movements of her lips. Up and down, her head bobbed along
his stalk of meat. His balls were firing with desire. They simmered,
then boiled, as his hips began to pump in and out, fucking her mouth.

Suddenly, he jerked himself away from her lips of pleasure. Her eyes
flared open and gazed up at him filled with confusion.

"I want your pussy," he moaned, his face twisted with the determination
it had taken to pull himself free from her magnificent lips. I want
those beautiful tits of yours."

The dull confusion of her eyes failed quickly and was replaced by
flaming lust, as she rolled to her back. The creamy whiteness of her
thighs spread, allowing him an unobstructed view of her cleanly shaven
pubic mound and the slightly pouting, pink lips of her labia.

Managing to rid himself of his own clothes, he knelt beside her on the
carpeted floor. He suppressed the overwhelming desire to immediately
scoop up handfuls of her abundance of titflesh. Instead, he leaned
over, his lips smothering hers and his tongue darting into the humid
warmth of her mouth, that had seconds ago held his cock.

When they parted, it was only for a moment, a brief pause to catch a
quick breath, then her mouth was planted strongly against his, the soft
wetness of her tongue duelling over the interior of his mouth. Opening
his jaws wider, he accommodated the strong thrusts of her oral probe,
as she strove to drive down his throat. Her hands were cradled to each
side of his face, holding him firmly as she worked around in his mouth.

Seemingly eons later, she eventually withdrew, allowing him entrance
into her mouth once again. Repeating her own actions, he drilled his
tongue toward her tonsils, as if trying to crack her jaws. But she
simply opened wider, accepting his searching of the recesses of her
mouth. A wanton "oooohhhh" came from her throat as they parted. But
more important, the slight interruption of their mounting passion had
allowed him to once more gain control over the lust that burned within
his testicles.

Her eyes fluttered open, misted with the desire that consumed her
voluptuous body. She smiled, moving her hands from his face and found
his wrist on the rounded smoothness of her milky shoulders. It took
only the barest minimum of pressure to slide his fingers downward to
the pillowy mounds of her tits. She trembled and whimpered with
excitement as his hands nudged at the curving circumferences of her
breasts.

No longer repressing his desire to manhandle the heavy, slightly
flattened globes, he accepted his stepmother's invitation and roughly
grabbed up two handfuls of creamy, moldable titty and squeezed. A
grateful moan came from her and the woman beside him arched her back
upwards, pressing the heavy mounds into his warm palms.

Firmly grasping the summery mounds, he pulled upward, stretching the
globes into pointed cones. Then he released his holds, watching as the
elastic-like flesh bounced resiliently and juggled back into its
original shape. Again and again, he pulled the pliable globes upward
and released them, playing like a c***d lost in the world of a new toy.
When he tired, he pushed them upward on her chest, delighting with
every jostling bobble, as they rolled back into shape. He tugged
downward, enjoying the similar, reversed action of her tits.

Then he moved in with his mouth, sucking up and nibbling on an
unsuspecting nipple that was perched hard and erect atop one of the
tempting pillows of flesh.

"UH! Arrggghhh!" his stepmother grunted under the unannounced oral
attack

Quaking, she arched her back higher, trying to smother him in the
satin-covered cushions of her chest. Widening his mouth, he gobbled up
as much of the warm, excited flesh as he could. Again she grunted and
trembled, her hands clutching at the back of his neck and pulling him
to her.

Occupying one of the aroused globes with a barrage of licking, sucking
and nibbling, he made sure that its twin sister was not left
unattended, by cupping as much of the quivering, marshmallowy flesh as
he could and rolling it on her chest.

Her excitement reached a fevered pitch and he jerked his mouth away
from the now pleasure-aching crown of her breast, despite the lust
obscured protests that garbled from her lips. Without pausing he
dropped to the other massive tit and reversed his attack. Using mouth
and hands together, he whipped this desire-laden woman back to the
heights his abrupt change of pace had wrenched her from.

From years filled with past experiences of exploring this tantalizing
woman's body, he knew that with just a little more teasing, he could
bring her off by simply manipulating her breasts and with no other
stimulation. But he wanted to be inside her cunt; that delightfully
shaven mound of sex he knew was throbbing between her spread legs.

As abruptly as before, he pulled away from her breasts, leaving only
his hands to gently fondle the warm, aroused flesh of her tits. Again
her eyes fluttered open, showing a mixture of lust and confusion.

He felt her legs open further and glanced downward. The wetness of her
desire oozed from the deep cleft of her loins. Her hand crept to his
prick and gently pulled.

Following the urging tag of her fingers, he slid atop her and between
the inviting spread of her thighs, lowering himself on the luxurious
bed of her body, so that the majority of his weight was born by his
elbows on either side of this willing and wanton woman.

Between his own legs was the wonderful feel of her hand guiding the
turgid tip of his cock into the pouted lips of her pussy. The sensation
was fantastic, familiar, but exciting, like a homecoming. The fantastic
sensation increased tenfold as her hips twitched and her cunt swallowed
his glans in the outer lips of her labia. It was his turn to moan as he
lay there motionless, feeling his stepmother tremble and quiver in
anticipation of what would transpire next.

It would have been enough to just lay there until her lust became
uncontrollable and she begged to be fucked. But her mouth and his eager
manipulations of her ponderous breasts had affected him as much as it
had her. Lust won out over control!

In one hard thrust, he plunged into the liquid warmth of her cunt,
lashing into her like a r****t taking a virgin. But she was no virgin,
nor had she wanted to be one since that first cock had torn its way
through her hymen leaving its never healing wound in her vagina. Her
hips leapt up to welcome his entrance. Their bodies slapped together.
Together they moaned, lost in the fulfillment of two willing and
desirous people having achieved sexual union.

There were no longer thoughts of control as he wrenched out and lunged
back into her body. He had but one thought---to fuck the hell out of
this woman, who had brought him into the library for the sole purpose
of having him fuck the hell out of her!

She had the same thought! Her legs locked around his, holding his
firmly between her thighs, as if she expected him to attempt an escape.
Her hands were at his back, fingernails biting into his skin. She
twisted and rolled the heavy cushions of her breasts against his chest,
exciting both him and herself at the same time.

Like a spike of flesh, he slammed into the humid hole of sex that
swallowed his length and squeezed it in a chamber of velvet- covered
steel muscles. As hard as he thrusted inward, he jerked out of the
encompassing softness, knowing as he came free, her pussy flowed with
him, its pink lips flowering outward.

Then he plunged inward again, trying to bang his cockhead against the
opening of her cervix waiting in the depths of her belly. Grunting with
pleasure, she welcomed the thick circumference. Deeper and deeper he
drove and she felt the piston of pleasure stretch and fill the channel
of her vagina. Her own muscles worked as best they could, as lust took
complete control of her body. Squeezing, she desperately tried to grasp
the hot rod that sliced in and out of her cunt.

"Harder," she mumbled in his ear between deeply sucking gasps of
pleasure. "Harder! Drive it back into my mouth!"

He obliged by reaming as hard as he could into the exquisite heat of
her pussy. He pounded and ravaged into the juice-slick tunnel of her
belly. Like an angry jackhammer, he poled into her depths, his own lust
screaming from the tight friction of her cunt.

Her hips worked in unison with him. As he plunged downward her pelvis
jumped up and accepted every inch of swollen cock he could stuff into
the mouth of her sex. As he wrenched out, in preparation for another
lancing thrust, her hips fell away, her ass bouncing onto the floor
beneath her. Then she was there with that predatory hunger for cock,
sheathing his prick once more as he rammed into her again.

Their bodies melted into a tangle of hot, urgent, aching flesh as they
worked together, feeding the flames of desire that consumed them. In
and out, he pumped into the clutching socket of her sex. Faster and
harder, he tried to drive his thick, swollen lance of prick into her
mouth as she had urged him.

Groaning and bucking, she existed only for the fat slab of manmeat that
packed its way into her cunt. Her whole body was caught in a rushing
tidal wave of sexual desire. Higher and higher, he whipped her on.
Centering at their joined cores, swirling fingers of pleasure washed
out and covered her. Each torrent of desire growing in strength, she
was blasted into the exploding universe of orgasmic oblivion.

Clinging to the young man, her stepson, who still pumped himself into
her body, she soared on a skyrocketing nebula of pleasure. Lust
completely shattered her soul, then re- assembled it over and over.

Feeling the woman beneath him go rigid, he let the last wall of control
crumble from his body, allowing the thick rush of sperm and semen to
boil up through his cock and blast into the contracting hole of pussy
surrounding him. Groaning in the stream of ecstasy that raced through
his loins, he emptied his balls into the awaiting chalice of her belly.
Gratefully, the steaming fountain of come spurted from his testicles,
coating and soaking the quaking folds of her vagina. His whole body
jerked and twitched as he drilled deep into the woman, his father's
wife, under him, as the last drops of his release drained from his
still hard and aching cock.

Clinging together, they entered the satisfaction of fulfilled desire.
Caressing, they kissed and held each other. Still locked together, they
rolled to their sides, man and woman, stepson and stepmother, as his
hips once again began the steady in-out rhythm they both still hungered
for.


Chapter 5

Still clutching her thin robe to her aroused body, Diana tried to move
away from the window into the girls' bedroom, but she couldn't. Paula's
and Kate's sexual play fascinated her, drawing her eyes as the light of
a candle draws a moth.

This uninhibited lovemaking between stepsisters was something new;
something that incited strange, previously unfelt desires within her.
As she watched them embrace and caress on the bed, she could feel their
young, exploring hands on her body and wished that the sensations that
coursed through her were more than just mental. She wanted to be in the
room with them; wanted to feel their mouths and hands and bodies
pressed against her.

Paula, removing Kate's arms from around her nakedness, suddenly rose
from the bed and held her hand out to her sister. The dark-haired,
younger girl smiled, obvious excitement in her dark eyes, and bounced
up, taking the blonde's hand. The older girl leaned forward and gently
kissed her companion's lips, then led her before the window.

Together they stared at Diana!

She had been discovered!

Diana's heart missed several beats. No better than a common window
peeker, the two girls had found her gazing in on their sexual pastimes.
She felt a hot, embarrassed heat flush through her body.

No! They didn't see her! she suddenly realized. The two teen-age girls
had not found her out. They were staring straight at her, but they
didn't see her. Relief flooded her body and at the same time, her mind
reeled with confusion. How could they not see me?

Then it dawned on her.

The alcove, the chairs, the curtained window---all of it made sense.
The window wasn't a window at all, but one of those one- way mirrors
which allow persons behind them to see out, but persons on the other
side see nothing but a silver surfaced mirror. And the alcove and the
chairs were nothing more than a small viewing area for spectators to
gaze upon the activities in the bedroom. Sexual activities, she
assumed.

Another of the mansion's "quirks," she grinned to herself, as she
wondered how many guests to the Hightower estate had been placed in
this bedroom. And even more interesting were the possibilities of who
used the alcove. The lack of dust she had previously detected and the
electric lights that hung from the ceiling pointed to the fact that the
alcove with its special "Window" were used. Was this the strangeness of
the Hightower family that Michael had tried to warn her of? Was this
viewing area here when the Hightowers bought the mansion? Or was it an
addition that the elder Hightower had dreamed up? The whole
implications of this voyeuristic haven fascinated her.

But even more fascinating was the activity of the two girls on the
other side of the one- way mirror. Now secure in her position, Diana
watched, feeling the wanton throbs of lust rising in her again.

Paula now stood behind her sister. Both girls gazed into the mirrored
side of the glass, smiling and unaware of their new sister-in-law who
watched their every move.

For a few brief seconds, the older girl was busy behind the dark-haired
girl, then Kate's bra came free, falling away from her body. Diana
found herself gasping with excitement as she stared at the young girl's
exposed tits. Still developing, the young breasts were perfect cones,
white, soft and smooth and topped by dark mushrooms; nipples that were
stiff and erect from the sexual play she had so vigorously taken part
in.

Unseen hands suddenly began to move the girl's briefs down the rounded
curves of her hips, as Paula worked at the panties from behind. The
light cloth panties dropped around the girl's ankles and she stepped
free, gazing at her nakedness in the mirror, as did Paula. And as did
Diana from the other side of the mirror.

The older girl's arms slid around her partner's midriff and pulled the
girl back to her. Taunting with her lips and tongue, the blonde slowly
and tantalizingly kissed her way up her stepsisters shoulder. Her teeth
joined in as she reached the younger girl's neck, teasing her way to
the sensitive lobe of her ear. As she tongued and kissed at Kate's neck
and ear from behind, Paula's hands eased their way up from her waist
and cupped gently beneath Kate's cone-shaped breasts.

Both the girls' eyes once more turned to the mirror as they watched
Paula fondle and taunt the beautifully matched tits she possessed.

Lightly, with a show of knowledge that spoke of several similar
experiences, her fingers lightly brushed and caressed the young cones.
Over and around the sleek whiteness of the breasts, her fingertips
swirled in exciting little circles. Spiralling upwards, her hands rose,
until at last the tips of her fingers nudged at the aroused dark buds
of Kate's nipples.

Diana could see the younger girl gasp with rising desire under the
expert manipulations of her stepsister. Kate's dark eyes fluttered,
doing their best to remain open and view the titillating scene of her
body being caressed, but the sensations Paula ignited in her body were
stronger, eventually winning out, and the younger girl closed her eyes,
losing herself amid the pleasure that flowed through her tits.

The blonde beauty suddenly stepped in front of the girl she fondled and
dipped her mouth to the breasts she handled with loving care. Her
cheeks hollowed deeply as she sucked up one of the dark cherries of
flesh atop one of the cones. The younger girl trembled, her hands
reaching out and squeezing brutally into the tits of her companion.
Neither of the girls seemed to mind in the least.

Moving her mouth to the opposite knoll of breast, Paula's tongue, wet
and pink, flicked out from behind her lips and lashed back and forth
across the new nipple it found. Vigorously, she worked her oral digit
until the black-haired girl moaned for her to stop. When she did, she
opened her mouth and stuffed as much of the titflesh as she could into
her. She ate, contented with the silken textured cushion of flesh her
mouth had found. She sucked and nibbled, her tongue laving its way over
the hard button of nipple their passion had created.

Her hands moving to Kate's shoulders, Paula slowly edged the younger
girl back toward their bed, while her mouth continued to excite fresh
thrills through the enticing young body. Automatically, the black-
haired girl sat on the bed, jerking her reddening breast from her
companion's eager mouth. She smiled, then lay back, spreading her
thighs wide, presenting an unobstructed path to the plump little mound
of her sex and the black pubic moss that was bushed over it.

Paula dropped to her knees and leaned forward. Her lips lightly kissed
the dark triangle of shiny fur covering her sister's snatch, eliciting
quivery little trembles from her partner. Then her tongue once more
darted out and weaved through the forest of pubic down, tickling and
teasing around the already wet cleft of Kate's sexual lips, but never
dipping into the hot hole of her young cunt.

Easing back just a little, the blonde-headed girl moved her hand
between her sister's thighs, spreading the lips of her pussy so that
she could see the extended bud of the girl's clit and the scalloped
inner lips of her labia. Again, her head ducked downward. Her tongue
flicked out and ran up and down the pink slash of the girl's sex.

Expertly, her tongue tip dipped lightly into the musky cleft, tapping
and twirling out its exciting dance of pleasure. The girl above her
moaned and reached down, grabbing her head. She resisted the urgent
fingers that pushed her face forward, delighting in the effect her
tauntings had produced. Up and down the pink slit of Kate's opened
pussy she teased and aroused.

Then her tongue skipped upward, gently caressing the nubbin of ecstasy.
She tenderly kissed the super-sensitive clit, hearing the moans of
approval that came from above her. She licked and carefully lapped at
the enticing button, twirling her tongue around its tiny circumference.
Her lips closed around the bud of sensation and she sucked at it as a
woman might suck at the cock of a man.

The black-headed beauty, half on and half off the bed, writhed as her
lovely companion unlocked thrill after excited thrill in her body. She
begged and moaned. Her hands pulled at the blonde head that taunted and
played with her growing arousal. Her satisfied groans filled the
spacious bedroom as the titillating oral digit slipped from her clit
and entered the heated channel of her cunt.

Paula's entry into her sister was far from gentle. It was quick and
hard, spearing as deep as she could into the honey- filled socket,
burying her face in the wetness of the girl's vagina. In and out, she
probed in her penis-imitating oral style. She licked and lapped, eating
her stepsister with unrestrained relish.

Soft and smooth, like oiled silk, her tongue moved around within the
humid interior of the girl's cunt She sucked deeply, swallowing the
thick sexual juices she drained from the quivering channel, then
drilled her tongue back into the enticing folds of Kate's pussy.

Around and around, her inciting oral digit twisted its pleasure as
Kate's hands pushed her face into the mouth of her belly. The younger
girl writhed and quivered on the bed as her passion rose to a consuming
fever of lust. She groaned as she felt the delightful tongue once more
change its tactics, pumping in and out of her vagina. Her own pelvis
began to move, undulating with the rhythm of the mouth that ate at her.

Suddenly, there was a finger on her clit, rolling and fondling the
aroused button. The dual stimulation rocked her with lusted madness.
Body jolt after body jolt sizzled through her over and over as the
waves that throbbed in her thighs expanded, blasting outward.

In and out, the blonde's tongue drilled, spearing to its limits within
her. Faster and faster, her oral probe reamed around in the humid
softness of her cunt. Around and around, the fondling finger rolled her
clit.

She groaned and moaned as she rose on the skyrocket of ecstasy. Her
thighs exploded and pleasure raced through her body. Crying out in
desire, she pushed desperately at the head working so wonderfully at
her sex, then abruptly released her hold, giving way to the sweetness
of oblivion.

Giving her sister's throbbing cunt one last hasty kiss, Paula rose. She
smiled down on the younger girl who writhed and moaned on the bed, then
stepped across the room to a chest of drawers.

Diana gasped once again as she saw what the older girl extracted from
the top drawer of the chest. She had seen them before, in the men's
magazines Michael brought home, and had occasionally sneaked peeks at
them amid the glass cases of adult book stores they had gone to. They
carried the sterile name of "marital aid" on all the advertising she
had seen. Commonly they were called dildoes. And the one Paula was now
strapping around her waist was at least seven inches long, and an inch
thick. It was hard looking and complete with a red rubber head and
rubber balls dangling beneath.

Smiling lewdly to herself, the blonde-haired beauty stepped back to the
bed and eased her sister's thighs open. She grasped the imitation cock
with one hand and stepped between the inviting "Y" opened before her.
Carefully guiding her rubberized manhood into the target she sought,
her hips jerking forward and burying most of the thick hose into her
stepsister's cunt.

Still lost in the waves of pleasure that swirled through her body, the
sudden plunging entrance of the dildo jolted Kate. Her body twitched
and her eyes jerked open with surprise. A startled "Ahhhhhh!" was
wrenched from her lips. Then she relaxed and gazed lovingly up to the
older girl standing above her.

Leaning over the black-haired girl, Paula stretched her arms out and
planted them to either side of her sister's head so that they supported
the weight of her body. She lowered herself once, so that their lips
met briefly. Kate's hands reached up and once more busied themselves
with the elongated cones of titflesh that now dangled sleekly from
Paula's chest. The older girl moaned and her pelvis hunched forward
slamming about an inch of the dildo into her companion's pussy.

Raising her legs and resting her feet on the side of the bed, Kate
opened the angle of entry into her body. She moaned as the thickness
slid deeper into her. It filled her with its hardness, stuffing her
cunt to the brim.

Paula edged back, glancing down to watch the imitation prick she wore
glide from the snatch it had impaled. Long and slick with young womanly
lubricants, it came out. She paused only when the knob-like head of the
device was still buried within the hole she was now fucking. Then,
slowly this time, her hips inched forward, drilling the rubbery
hardness into her sister.

The younger girl groaned as she accepted the substitute manhood that
skewered her body. Her hands squeezed and kneaded their approval into
the firm cones of tit she held. Her own pelvis arched slightly to help
take in the thickness that slithered into her belly.

Grinning with delight at the pleasure she fed inch by inch into the
girl, Paula eased her hips outward once again, then moved them forward.
Pleased with her role of a man-made man, her pelvis took up a steady in
and out rhythm, a rhythm which Kate's hips matched stroke for stroke,
welcoming the invading length of dildo that reamed into the depths of
her quick.

Lovers once again, the two teen-age girls lost themselves in their
lovemaking. Kate groaned and moaned as her body was filled and packed
with artificial cock. And Paula reveled in the sensations she ignited
in her stepsisters body.

A movement to one side of the room diverted Diana's gaze from the two
young girls. The overly large brass knob to the door moved and the
heavy wooden portal inched into the bedroom. A boyish face, surrounded
by a reddish-blonde mop of shaggy hair, poked inquiringly inside---
Bryan!

The youth's eyes widened to saucers as his gaze moved around the room,
alighting on his two sisters so obviously involved in themselves and
the pleasure of their youthful bodies. The surprised expression quickly
faded from his face and was replaced by one of pleased amusement. He
edged inside the bedroom and stood silently watching the feminine
couple, completely unnoticed by either Kate or Paula.

Perplexed and somewhat annoyed by the boy's presence and possible
interruption of her private session of voyeurism, Diana intently eyed
the intruder from behind the security of the one-way mirror, hoping he
would leave as quietly as he had made his rude entrance into the room.
But he didn't. Bryan just stood there, grinning from ear to ear as he
gazed at the alluring, writhing bodies so lustfully joined on the bed.

Diana detected a definite increase in the labored rise and fall of the
youth's muscular chest, which strained at the white fabric of his T-
shirt as he sucked in his breath in deep gulps of arousal. But more
notable was the growing bulge that filled the crotch of his jeans.
There was no denying the testimony of his body. Bryan was every bit as
affected by the stepsisters' carnal activities as she was.

In a quick flurry of eager young arms, the boy reached down and grabbed
the bottom of his T-shirt and hastily wrenched it up and over his head.
As he pulled the white cotton shirt off his arms and tossed it atop the
chest of drawers, Diana found herself gasping out loud to herself once
again. Not the knotty, thick muscles of a football player or a weight
lifter, but the long, graceful muscles of a young swimmer covered his
body. She shivered as she watched the rippling strength that corded
senuously beneath the golden browness of his suntanned skin.

Kicking his loafers free from his feet, the youth's fingers dropped to
the front of his jeans and made short work of the series of awkward
buttons running down his fly, then skinned the denim pants down his
legs. His thighs and calves and tight- looking ass were a perfect match
for his athletic physique.

And if there had been any doubt that Bryan was a young man, rather than
a boy, it was quickly dismissed from Diana's mind, as his hands jerked
his net-webbed briefs downward, revealing the rigid lance of his
manhood that stood thickly from a forest of flaming red hairs covering
his groin. His peeping-tomasita sister-in-law clutched her thin robe
closer around her body, as she viewed the full size of his solid,
pulsing cock.

Suddenly Diana's whole body quaked with flaring arousal as the youth's
intent pushed its way through her lust clouded mind. He was going to
join his sisters entangled so wantonly on the bed!

Stepping quickly to the same chest of drawers Paula had gone to for the
dildo that was now strapped to her waist and reaming the tender, young
pussy of her stepsister, Bryan retrieved a blue jar of petroleum jelly
from that same top drawer. Dipping two fingers into the jar, he
extracted a thick glob of the heavy lubricant and smeared it over the
jerking thickness of his prick, until it glistened beneath the room's
overhead light. Smiling down at his handy work, he recapped the jar and
replaced it in the drawer.

He moved barefoot across the room, stopping but a foot behind his own
sister. Gazing down, he watched the rhythmic undulation of the girls'
lovely young bodies, as they continued their lovemaking still
completely unaware of the masculine eyes that watched from behind.

Then he stepped forward, abruptly wrapping bit arms around his blonde-
haired sister's slim shapely waist, pressing his body firmly against
her in a strong hug. The young girl's hips abruptly ceased their steady
in-out motion and she jerked upright, slamming the full length of the
dildo around her waist into the vulnerable cunt of the dark-headed
beauty beneath her. Both the girls, surprised for their own separate
reasons, looked around in confusion and in shock from the separate
sudden intrusions.

Diana could see their worried looks quickly fade to ones of relief as
they recognized the familiar body of their brother. Again the strange
stirrings of lust flared violently within the young bride as she
realized this i****tuous scene had occurred before and on what appeared
to be a fairly regular basis. Even more than before she felt the want
and need to enter the bedroom behind her wall of one-way mirror and
share the carnal pleasures of the three young bodies before her.

Bryan's lips and hands had now gone to work delightfully caressing the
sleek, creamy curves of his sister's nakedness. His mouth languidly
kissed and nibbled along the gentle slope of the smoothness of her bare
shoulders and the graceful arch of her long white neck. In an aroused
response, the blonde's hips slowly rotated, rubbing the white, rounded
cushions of her rear mounds against the swollen stalk of cock pressed
to her ass. On the opposite side of her tempting young body, the thick
shaft of man- made dildo moved in a siow-motion churning within the wet
pinkness of her stepsister's skewered cunt. Kate, in turn, moaned as
she accepted the inciting gyrations of the girl's pelvis. Her eyes
fluttered closed and her hands clutched tightly into the bedcovers
beneath her naked body.

Unable to work his finger below the secure strap of the device Paula
wore, the boy's hands drifted over the smoothness of her flat stomach
in long, caressing circles, eventually creeping upward to the firm
cones of tit that stood out proud and uptilted from her chest. His
palms cupped the tepid silkness of her breasts. His fingers squeezed
gently into the womanly luxury of her flesh, delighting as aroused
moans worked up from the depths of her throat and pushed out over her
writhing lips. Massaging and kneading the sleek, conical mounds, his
fingers teased outward, tapping at the stiff buttons perched atop each
of the tits. She quivered as the delicious excitement of his hands
rushed through her body on a sizzling hotline to her loins. Her hips
increased their provocative gyrations and received the lustful groaning
of the girl impaled under her in approval.

As the boy's mouth found its way through the blonde cascade of his
sister's hair to the sensitive lobe of her ear, his hands tightened
their hold on her lovely young breasts. Kneading with an urgent
firmness, his fingers worked roughly into the pliant mounds. He
squeezed and rubbed over the firm cones, tweeking and taunting the hard
nubbins of flesh that topped each of the cushion-like knolls like some
sensual cherries.

Paula's head rolled back on his shoulder, her full red lips writhing
their pleasure under the dual stimulation of her body. She groaned and
shuddered with each new volley of delights he ignited within her. Her
hips moved in a quickened pace, whipping the rubber cock she wore
around in the opened hole of the black- headed girl between whose
thighs she stood.

The youth's hands gave up their holds on her tits and moved to the
rounded slopes of her white shoulders, gently pressing her forward. She
followed the urgings of his palms and once more leaned over her
stepsister, her arms extended before her for support. Kate's hands
again rose, fondling the manhandled, heated cones of tit that dangled
above her.

Bryan's hands, however, had slid around to Paula's temptingly upturned
buttocks. His palms lovingly caressed the enticing smoothness of her
plump, jutting ass cheeks. She moaned, shivering as she wiggled the
twin cushions into his hands. The increased rotation of her hips
brought fresh groans of arousal from the stepsister she poled so
thoroughly.

In a quick backstep, the boy dropped to his knees behind his sister.
His head leaned forward and tenderly kissed the now pink- blushed rear
mounds. Waves of excited gooseflesh rippled up and down the plane of
the girl's back. She moaned and quivered. His hands then grasped each
of the charming cheeks and slowly spread them. The deep, dark crease of
the girl's ass widened, revealing the brown, taut ring of her anus.

Once again, his head moved in, homing on the dusky little target. Her
supple young body jerked rigid with surprised pleasure as his lips
softly brushed over her asshole. She moaned and quaked with growing
arousal, urging him to further probings. Again, he kissed the tight
nodes of her ass, feeling her quiver and the pillows of ass become taut
under his fingers. Her plump little butt pushed into his face, pressing
the warmth of her rear around him. She groaned as his mouth flattened
against her rectum.

Kate's moans mingled with those of her stepsister's as she felt about
an inch of the hose- like dildo slither from the clutching channel of
her belly. The younger girl's hips began a writhing, bunching motion,
as she began to fuck herself on the device so deeply impaled within her
body.

The boy's tongue now joined his lips. Teasingly, he flicked the warm
wetness of his oral digit over the hard little nodes of her anus. Her
moans increased as the feathery tongue tip danced at the entrance of
her ass. She wiggled and jerked, loving the feel of his mouth licking
and taunting her.

Thoroughly slackened with his saliva, the tight, puckered ring of
muscle relaxed. Soothingly, he continued his oral ministrations,
knowing that with each broad laving stroke he now used, the desire of
his sister's body was flaming higher and higher. And with each swirling
lap of his tongue, he opened the way for the ultimate purpose of his
tantalizing foreplay.

Next, the inquiring tip of his tongue darted to the center of the now
relaxed ring of muscle. He drilled into her ass, an action that
elicited a fresh chorus of thrilled moans from both the young girls, as
they responded to the separate probes that moved in their bodies.

In and out, in cock-imitating fashion, the soft wetness of his tongue
reamed its way into his sister's ass. He licked and laved within the
velvet-like channel of her rear, slickening the path that would
eventually accept the rigid, swollen shaft that throbbed at his loins;
throbbed with the growing excitement of his lust. Around and around his
tongue swirled, setting off thrills of sexual electricity that tingled
along the open network of the girl's pleasure-heated nerves. In and
out, he speared into her rectum, eating at her ass and preparing her
for him.

The blonde's pelvis now moved in rhythm with the short quick strokes of
the mouth at her ass. She helped his tongue fuck her asshole. And at
the same time, her hips and the thick diIdo that was securely attached
to them fucked the willing pussy of the black- haired young girl,
voluptuously stretched out under her on the bed.

In his tongue drilled, taunting its warm way into the heat of her ass.
And in turn, Paula's hips jerked forward, spearing the rubbery hose
into Kate's flayed slash of sex. The younger girl, in the chain
reaction response, arched her hips upward to receive every inch she
could get, while her hands squeezed into the firm sleekness of her
stepsister's elongated tits.

For minutes they worked this way, as Diana watched, her own arousal
growing to near desperation. With increasing difficulty, their hidden
sister-in-law hugged her robe to her, trying to keep her hand away from
the wetness that flooded the throbbing channel of love between her
thighs.

Bryan's face suddenly pulled away from his sister's ass. Giving each of
the reddening rear cheeks one last quick kiss, he rose. His cock was a
pole of hardened flesh, rigid and pulsating with its virile life. Its
flowering knob-like head glistened with a mixture of clear lubricating
jelly and preseminal fluids.

He eased the spread cushions of Paula's ass further apart, as he
stepped forward again. The jerking glans of his prick kissed at the
brown ring his mouth had so marvelously prepared. She groaned, tensing
at the intimate contact of their naked bodies. Patiently, he waited,
whispering and soothingly working the dual mounds of her perky ass.
Slowly, she relaxed again, nodding for him to proceed.

Which is exactly what he did!

The gorged crown of his jelly-slickened rod nudged at the taut ring of
muscle. He pushed forward against the puckered mouth, gently increasing
the pressure of his hips. In an abrupt motion, her anus relaxed and the
blood-laden tip of his cock was swallowed up.

He groaned as the quaking pleasure of her youthful tightness squeezed
down around his glans. His hands gripped brutally into the flesh of her
ass, as the exquisite vise of her sphincter muscles clamped down on the
head of his prick. Heat, volcanic heat, seared over the sensitive,
swollen spearhead. Her ass did another of its delightful little wiggles
and he groaned again, as ball-aching sensations lashed through his
groin.

He felt good, plugged into her that way, from behind. She shivered with
the swollen feel of him. She liked it! And what's more, he knew she
did!

Forcing herself to think relax, the strained channel of her rectum once
more loosened and the invading thickness of his cock slithered deeply
into the recesses of her bowels. Purposely this time, she clutched down
on his fat rod, squeezing herself around its gorged circumference.
Together they moaned, filled with the satisfaction of their joined
bodies. Brother and sister locked together cock to ass.

Marvelous! The volcanic heat of her ass burned with a delightful fire
that devoured his total length. And smooth! She was smooth like velvet!
A round velvet glove that was perfectly made for the thick roundness of
his prick. Heat and velvet! The sensations were indescribable! There
was a gratification all its own just in being entrenched with her
bowels. A satisfaction of just standing there behind her with her soft
rounded buttocks pressing to his crotch and the grasping tightness she
held him in.

The feeling was mutual.

She could feel him like she could never feel him when he was drilled
into her cunt. He was big! Bigger and thicker than anywhere else in her
body! He filled her. He stuffed and packed her with hot, gorged cock.
She could feel every small throb of his prick, pounding there as it was
crammed deeply up her back.

And then she relaxed.

She quaked as each thick inch slowly extracted itself from her asshole.
Like a tree trunk of flesh, it moved from her, leaving a hungry
hollowness in its wake. Inch-by-slow-inch, he pulled from her. Inch-by-
pulsating-inch, she moaned and ached for it.

Then he was slicing back into her rectum, filling and packing her to
the brim once again. Hard and demanding, he drilled her. The tight,
slick walls of her ass strained around the bigness that she accepted.
Poling the full length of his sex into her ass, she felt the tickling
nest of his pubic hairs nestling at the curves of her buttocks and the
dangling sac of his testicles slapping lightly against her.

The fiery heat flared through his pounding shaft as he pulled free once
again. He moaned as the flames lashed along and around his cock. He
groaned as he slid from the velvet- lined tunnel, his balls seething
with their heavy load.

He worked in a slow steady rhythm, letting her accustom herself to the
swollen brand of his sex, allowing her body to prepare itself for the
poling that she knew from past experiences would eventually come.

Taking up that slow, gentle pace of his cock, her hips rocked back and
forth, much to the pleasure of the dark-haired stepsister who was still
joined to the blonde via the dildo strapped to Paula's waist. The
younger girl fell into the in and out sluicing of her quivering cunt.
Her hips gently rose and fell to accept the thickness that slid into
the depths of her hungry pussy, then lurched its way outward.

Suddenly the youth plunged forward.

The thick, blood-gorged length of his prod stabbed sharply between the
sexy buttocks and speared deeply into his sister's asshole.

Paula's head jerked up, a disarray of blonde strands flying wildly. She
grunted under the impact, her breath jarred free from her lungs. Her
hands clawed into the bed as he shafted into her depths.

But she took it!

Took every unyielding inch of the hardened javelin of flesh he wedged
into the tight socket of her ass.

As did Kate!

The younger girl's eyes snapped opened as the thickness of the dildo
slammed into the young harbor of her belly. Her lips writhed in
pleasure as an excited hiss of wanton desire rushed from her lungs.

Still holding the soft, trembling half-moons of her haunches spread
before him, he abruptly jerked out, groaning under the searing heat
that licked at his cock. His hips jumped forward again to plunge his
rod further up the smoothness of her back channel.

Again she took it!

He plowed into her fiery interior, burying his hugely swollen prick
completely up her asshole. His crotch slammed into her buttocks,
jarring her and her dildo forward. Her hands clutched even harder into
the bed, trying desperately to maintain her half- standing, half-
leaning position above the girl under her.

The fever of his desire built within him; an explosive force that drove
him in and out of the gripping sheath in a violent piston-like action.
In and out he lunged into the intensely tight hole of her rear channel,
grinding himself into the volcanic recesses of her ass.

Her body rocked as he reamed his way through her opened rear. Yet her
hips worked in time with his. She bucked back and forth to accept the
thorough fucking he was now giving her. She ached for the white-hot
fire he seared into the depths of her bowels. She begged for the
brutal, forceful shafting that slammed into her again and again.

Beneath her, Kate writhed and bucked. Her hot snatch was filled with
the reaction poling of the dildo. Her urgency was growing as the thick
hose of imitation cock sliced in and out of her young greedy body.

Her thighs throbbed under the pounding impact of the dildo. For the
second time that night, she came. Moaning and groaning as her hands
brutally squeezed into the softness of the tits she clutched. Her body
twisted and turned as she rose into the sensual oblivion of climax.

And when she at last descended from the heights of her pleasure, new
waves of sensations lashed through her loins as the continuing
plummeting of the dildo ravaged in and out of her cunt. Unable, or even
unwanting to control herself, she soared again toward the threshold of
orgasmic rapture.

From behind, the youth's still jackhammering cock lunged in and out of
the soft, smooth rectal channel of his sister's sexy ass. Like a
rutting stag, he plunged his adamantine rod of pleasure into the
squeezing confines of her anus. Groaning, he wrenched himself free and
the marvelous heat of her bowels flared around his shaft, searing over
the aching head of his cock.

He thudded into her now, jarring her with each ravenous stroke of his
plummeting penis. Over and over, he invaded her ass and she took it and
loved it. She bucked and threw her hips back to him, no longer aware of
the effects her violent actions were having on the girl she was
fucking. She didn't care! All she cared for was the swollen brand of
flesh that burned its way in and out of her rear.

She relished it. Worshipped it! Her whole body was alive with him. In
and out, he speared into her and she felt the rush of mounting
pleasure. Like growing waves behind a barricading sea wall, the
increasing flood of sensations throbbed through the open nerve endings
of her totally aware body.

Out and in, her brother slammed home the hugely swollen length of his
prick. And she took it into her depths, squeezing it tightly as she
crammed her rear muscles around him.

She was racked with explosive power as her hips jerked back and forth,
helping him skewer her even more fully. It throbbed and seared. It
sizzled with its heat. It burned and ached. In and out, out and in, he
rammed and slammed into her.

She came, crying out in urgent passion. Her body tensed as the
whirlwinds of pleasure screamed and lashed. She moaned and writhed as
she rushed head on into the welcoming arms of orgasmic oblivion.

The snugness of her asshole tightened even harder around him. She held
him like a vise. He could feel her squeezing it out of him. His come,
hot and boiling, like liquid fire. He felt it spout up from his balls
and burn its way through the already flaming length of his cock. He
groaned as the burning load leaped outward, searing over the ass-
gripped crown of his shaft. He quaked as his muscles gave way to the
soul-wrenching pleasure of release.

Spurt after spurt of penned-up sexual cream blasted out from his balls.
He coated the velvet-lined channel of her back with a new lining of
hot, thick sperm and semen. He emptied himself into her with glush
after glush of come. Then clung to her, his arms wrapped around her
waist for support.

And below the quivering, gratefully locked together bodies of the
brother and sister, a forgotten black-haired stepsister writhed and
twisted, lost in the fourth climax that had racked her body that
evening.


Chapter 6

Drained and exhausted, the brother, sister and stepsister fell to the
bed in a writhing pile of young, desirable flesh. They kissed each
other gratefully, paying little mind to who they kissed, or to what sex
their partner was. Gently, with caressing tenderness, their hands moved