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Chapter 1

The room was darkened by drawn d****s, and Lorena had stopped just inside the door, but she could see plainly what was happening on the bed, where her brother was jacking off.

Shock held her motionless, and she stared entranced at the boy's stiffly upright cock, at how his hand was moving slowly, lovingly, up and down upon it. Glynn was masturbating; no doubt about that. His balls were lifting and falling to the rhythm of his stroking, and she was surprised at their size, and at the length of his prick. It wasn't very big around -- not compared to the two she had seen to date -- but it was inches longer than either of those.

Glynn had a book in his other hand, engrossed in its pictures, and Lorena thought it must be one of those horny magazines young guys seemed to dig so much. It was turning on her brother, that was certain; his hand fondled his glistening shaft, and worked up to the lavender colored head, then stroked down to his balls once more. His pubic hair was a rich and shining brown, feathering his crotch and covering his balls with a shaggy fur. He was amazingly well developed for being only fifteen years old, she thought.

She felt her heart pounding and the threat of a runaway pulse in her throat. The nipples of her tits lifted strongly and pushed against her thin shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she'd sneaked into her brother's room to borrow a special sweater, without his knowing it. Now she couldn't leave.

Lorena couldn't even take her eyes off that sensuous movement as his hand slid up and down, up and down. He had something on his cock, she thought, and was sure of it when she saw him lift his hand to his mouth and lick it several times, wetting down the palm. Glynn was using his own saliva, and that was something she had always wondered about, how boys did it. It was easy for a girl because her pussy turned juicy right away, and when she slid a finger inside to feel around...

Somehow, Lorena's hand had gotten down to cup her mound, to tremble there as her entire being seemed to concentrate, to fold in upon itself and the deep shivering began. Her pussy responded, but her hand would not. She wore jeans, and the material was too tight, too thick at her crotch, for her to get inside and start masturbating along with her brother.

She was drawn to him now. She yearned toward where he lay stretched slim and tanned upon the bed. They had always been close, getting along much better than the other brothers and sisters they knew. And lately, they had begun to develop a special kinship, because of the turmoil in the family.

But now -- Lorena's fingers dug almost savagely into her crotch -- on the bed, her brother's ass lifted and rolled, and his belly made sexy, bumping motions as his prick fed itself into his clenching fist. She took an involuntary step toward him, and fought herself to a standstill again. What was she doing? What did she have in mind?

Him. She had him in mind, and in her blood, and he was also beginning to come to a boil within the trembling damp lips of her avid pussy. He was her brother and she wanted him, more so than she had wanted the two other guys who had screwed her. If that was bad or forbidden or whatever the hell, Lorena didn't give a damn now, she wanted Glynn, and she meant to have him.

She took another hesitant step, wondering whether to wait it through, thinking that if he came and all his boyish semen drained from that interesting prick, then he might not have any left in reserve for her. But she also wanted to see what happened when a guy's cock exploded. She'd felt the onrush of come before, but she had never watched what happened.

The choice was taken from her at that moment. Glynn's eyes caught the motion she'd made, and he looked up, stared right at her. He slapped the magazine down over his cock, his upper body jerking erect, his eyes wide.

"s*s! What the hell -- how long have you -- get the hell outa' my room!"

Her voice was strange in her own ears, strained, sounding kind of fuzzy. "Glynn -- don't -- I wasn't sneaking..." she moved toward the bed, her hand out entreatingly. The other one was still cupping her crotch. Lorena reached the bed and her knees gave way, spilling her upon it.

"Damn it..." he said.

She didn't know what she was saying; she hadn't consciously meant to say "darling", but that's what came out.

And it must have been the right thing, for her brother stopped bristling defensively and a flush spread over his face. "Lorena, you shouldn't have come in here without knocking. I'm not a k** anymore."

"I'll say," she agreed, and watched his blush deepen. Her hand was on his leg, moving up to his knee, and she murmured, "I saw what you were doing. If you -- if you go ahead until you come, will that stop you from -- well, doing anything else?"

His eyes followed her hand, and he flinched when she reached his thigh and the edge of the magazine that was protecting his prick. "You mean -- you? s*s, don't tease me. I never had a girl before. I've only done this, jacked off."

Lorena reached up and did things to the neck of her blouse. It slipped away and he stared at her freed tits. She felt her nipples more erect and harder than they had ever been, and the mounds themselves were swollen with this new, urgent need. Her lips moved numbly: "Do you like them? Do you like my boobs?"

"They're beautiful," he said. "Oh wow -- just like I always dreamed they would be, if I ever got a peek at all of them."

She swallowed. "You can touch them. Glynn, you can let go of that damned magazine and touch your sister's tits."

His hands moved jerkily, came up with the fingers outstretched. The magazine slid off his lap and she saw the beautiful hard cock spring erect once more. Watching him jack off could wait, she decided; there would be plenty of time for that kind of action, later.

Her entire being trembled when her brother's hands moved over her tits. There was a look of awe in his face as he cupped the mounds, as he pushed them down and allowed them to rise again, with their erectile nipples firmly against his palms.

"Beautiful tits," he said. "Strong and lovely. Man oh man, to think I'm really, really playing with them."

She couldn't wait. Both her hands moved up his thighs and her fingertips prowled into the shaggy forest of his brown pubic hair. Glynn jerked his pelvis, and his hard prick waved back and forth like a flag-pole in an earthquake. Lorena touched the base of his cock, caressed the furry balls in their wrinkled sack. The shaft of her brother's prick was throbbing; it was veined with twisting lines, and the skin was impossibly soft along its length.

The head of it was something else, still damp from his saliva, flanged and bluntly pointed, that intriguing lavender color deepening as she fingered over the knob. As she watched, a little droplet of clear fluid rose from the tiny mouth. And his fingers dug into her tits with immediacy, an impatience that matched her own sizzling emotions.

She released his cock suddenly, her hands darting to her waist, snatching at the zipper of her boys' jeans. Wriggling her hips and kicking off her tennis shoes, Lorena stripped herself, flinging away the panties, too. When she rolled over onto the bed with her bare legs churning, she was totally naked, and the slightest touch of her brother's skin against her own was electric.

Their eager bodies slid together, flesh on flesh, and she felt the long pole of his cock pressed tightly against her belly. Lorena's mouth sought her brother's, and finding it, locked avidly to his mobile lips. Jolt after bright, hot jolt shot through her body and went ricocheting around inside her head when their tongues met.

Wet and wild, they passed tongues back and forth, sucking and being sucked; their teeth clashed gently, and Lorena thought that Glynn was a natural cocksman, to know so much and to react so well. He'd never screwed a girl, yet here he was, so hot and strong.

Her tits worked across his chest, their nipples ultra-sensitive. Her pelvis ground itself into his, and she lifted one slim leg to place it across his hip. Glynn pushed nearer, then, the head of his expanded prick pulsing hungrily, prodding at the hairy mound of her humid pussy.

Lorena reached for his cock, held lovingly to it for just a moment, and then steered the spongy-hard knob into the entrance of her labia. Glynn shoved, and the head of it sk**ded from the hole itself, to slip greasily along the quaking pussy lips and on past the cleft in her ass. She fumbled down and took him in her fingers again, clinging powerfully to her brother's prick as he tried to pump it home.

"E-easy, baby!" she gasped. "Oh, take it easy. Here -- let me guide it for you. Yes, darling; there -- oh, there! Feel how wet and soft it is? Now push it in my cunt, Glynn. Take your time."

He said brokenly, "s*s -- oh, s*s! You're so hot and slick, it's like nothing I ever felt before -- all juicy and like velvet. Man! I'm getting into my beautiful sister's pussy."

She felt the head thrust into her outer cunt lips, and knew the thrill as it penetrated, stretching the labia, as it came on into the next frail barrier and shoved it aside, also. He was into her snatch then, pushed the length of his long, hard prick all the way into her wetly grasping vagina.

Lorena knew a strange new sensation as she realized that the head of her brother's cock was pumping against her cervix for the first time in her young life, the cup of her womb was being prodded by a boy's prick. It was so much more thrilling to know that she was being fucked by her brother. Dear, darling Glynn; he had grown up practically under her wing after their parents started fighting. Now he was really hers, and she was his, in this marvelous intimacy.

"I-I feel your pussy around my prick," he panted, moving his belly into hers, backing his rod out almost to the head before shoving it deep again. "Oh, wow -- s*s! I always dreamed fucking you would be crazy, but never this hot and slippery and good. Oh -- I'm going to come. Already! I-I can't hold it off! I love you so much -- AHHH!"

She ground her cunt around upon his plunging shaft, digging her fingernails into the smoothly muscled cheeks of his ass. "Go on, darling! Let it all go! Squirt your lovely hot semen into me, into your sister's cunt. It's all right. Its fine, baby."

His come erupted from the flexing end of his hard cock, spewed forth a boiling stream of the wondrous liquid that both seared and soothed. Lorena met his hesitant, broken strokes, swinging her ass and humping her snatch to him, knowing the wet slap of her brother's balls. He was sweet and magnificent and adorable -- and she rode the diminishing spurts of his semen as they splashed torridly into her shuddering pussy.

Clamping down on his embedded shaft, she held him still, her hands stroking his buttocks, her fingers dipping swiftly and tantalizingly into the furry crack and out again. Arms wrapped around his slim, hard body, she crushed her tits into his heaving chest and breathed into his ear: "Rest a minute, Glynn. You came too soon, but I loved it, anyhow. You were so hot, getting your first fuck, that you just blew off before you could control yourself. Next time will be better. I'm really slippery inside now, darling -- all foamy and soapy from your semen in there. And next time, I'll come with you. Oh baby brother -- you have a simply gorgeous prick!"

Glynn nuzzled her throat in answer, his hands moving warmly up and down her back. "Wow, s*s -- that was far out. It sure beats jacking off, and my cock is wiggling around inside your crazy pussy on its own. I'll be able to go again in a few seconds; I know I will."

Caressing her brother's ass, Lorena squirmed gently upon his stiff prick, wondering at its continued hardness. The other boys she had screwed usually lost their hardon right away.

She moved her mouth into his ear, used her tongue to tickle him there, pushing it right on down into the curvy little hole. Glynn heaved against her, twisting and turning and she started to stroke on his buried cock.

Pulling his ass to her with both hands, she bucked her pelvis into his, rotated her crotch so that her sensitized cunt walls could enjoy every rubbing of his prick. Her clit vibrated at each sensuous touch, and she could feel her asshole tighten. Such a long, hard cock, she thought; a cherry cock, all for her. Glynn had been a virgin until a few moments ago, and he had never tried to take his prick out of his sister's jealous pussy since firing his first over-eager load there.

"Screwing you again," he breathed his hands now with a powerful grip upon her ass. "Putting my meat up your pussy again, s*s. Oh man -- its great great!"

She said, "Fuck me, baby brother. Oh, fuck me until I can't breathe; you have the most beautiful prick ever, and I want it, want to screw it until I pass out from coming. Glynn, darling -- oh, pump it to me. That's so good!"

He picked up a beat, his slim shaft working in and out of the grasping confines of her wet pussy, screwing in his own semen, in the bubbling residue of his own ejaculation. Lorena knew the seeping of overflow, as her own lubricating oils mixed so copiously with her brother's come. She pulled him more tightly to her with the gripping of her leg, and braced her heel behind his knee for a better purchase.

They bumped bellies, and Lorena felt behind her surging ass, reached through her thighs to find his swinging balls. She held them, squeezed them gently, and fondled them as Glynn fed his stiff and rejuvenated meat to her avid cunt. Her brother was learning already, and starting to roll his ass, to grind it as he used his boyish prick. It was better for both of them, slippery and juicy, teasing and deeply felt.

Lorena speeded up her rhythm, needing the hard meat deeper, faster, needing more of it in her inflamed pussy. Her clitoris was thrumming madly, and she began to feel the slight break in Glynn's thrusts, the faint jerks that signaled the swift approach of his own orgasm.

"Go, baby brother!" she gasped. "Oh yes, darling -- fuck me hard and fuck me strong! Stick your cock so deep that I'll feel it in my belly. Oooh! Oh! Y-yes -- Glynn! That's it, darling. I'm coming -- coming -- coming!"

He was only a heartbeat behind the titanic cresting that broke foaming throughout her rippling cunt. Great and glorious, her climax swept her body, making her moan and twist, making her asshole knot itself. Glynn's semen hissed scorchingly into her snatch, another heavy load of come that poured the length of her throbbing pussy, drowning her womb and flooding back to leak creamy and sticky around his root and down to her thigh.

Her nails raked his sweaty back, and her pelvis made a drumbeat against his hairy crotch. She loved her brother insanely, completely, totally now. No matter what else happened, they had each other.
CHAPTER TWO

Glynn Johansen had a tough time keeping his eyes off his sister at breakfast the next day. And when she brushed her bare knee against his under the table, he started to raise an immediate hard. She smiled at him, and her eyes were warm behind lowered lashes. He thought there had never been a more beautiful girl, and the tightening of his belly muscles reminded him how hot and sexy she was.

But it finally penetrated, what his mother was saying, and he damned near choked on a bite of pancake. Swallowing quickly, he asked, "What? Me? Oh come on, Mom -- I'm sure old enough to take care of myself."

His mother frowned at him. "Yes, I suppose so. But there's the new pool in the patio, and you can't swim very well, you'll admit."

She was another lovely woman, his mom; but he wasn't seeing that now. She was pissing him off with that babysitter crap. Man! How old did she think he was -- ten? What would she think if he could tell her he'd already screwed hell out of her daughter, twice?

"I don't need a babysitter," he said and asking for help, "Dad?"

His father continued to read the paper. "Your mother makes all the decisions around here, son. It's been that way for quite a while now."

Arlene Johansen flared immediately. "If you'd spend some time with these c***dren..."

"Oh, for Chrissakes," Eric Johansen mumbled, and retreated behind his paper again.

"c***dren," Glynn said in disgust, and viciously stabbed his stack of pancakes. He subsided only when his sister's knee nudged him again, not caressing this time, but warning him about something.

Lorena said, "I'd stay with him, Mom. Honest, I wouldn't mind. But since you and Daddy are going to see the lawyer, and since Glynn will probably sneak into the pool, the next best thing I can do is furnish a sitter. I'll call one of my friends. And I'll come back from the library as soon as I can. If I didn't have to get my term paper ready..."

Arlene banged down her coffee cup. "All right, all right. We'll probably be gone most of the day, so the sitter ought to be prepared for a fairly long job. And Glynn..."

He ignored his sister's knee pressure and said, "Yeah, I know. Be a good little boy." He winced when Lorena kicked him on the shin, but stared down into his plate as if nothing had happened. Damn, he thought; nothing went right around the house any more. He wondered what the hell Lorena had in mind -- faking a sitter so they could be together again, so they could fuck some more? He dropped one hand into his lap and rubbed his hardening prick.

But while his mom cleared the table, Lorena went to the phone in the hall, and he heard her talking to somebody. Maybe she was putting them on, only pretending to make the call. If she wasn't he didn't know what she was thinking.

His father poured himself another cup of coffee and turned the pages of the newspaper. Glynn wiped up his final pancake with honey and gulped it down. Now he couldn't get up from the table; not right away, because his cock was threatening to split his jeans. He'd have to sit there until it went down.

Watching his mother move around the kitchen, Glynn wondered again how his dad could possibly leave her. Boy, he thought, his eyes following the long, sleek legs and the way his mother's butt moved beneath her short dress, that ought to be some piece of ass. Funny, he decided; he could come right out with an idea like that, since he had fucked his sister. He'd kind of avoided it, before.

But his mom was sure a sexy chick -- tall and sort of regal, with big, high tits that jiggled enticingly when she walked. How could his father walk out on something like that? Glynn shook his head and fumbled around his plate, draining his glass of milk. His cock went soft quick enough when Lorena came back to say, "I got a sitter. It's Jean Marks, a wonderful girl in my class who needs the money. You'll like her, I'm sure."

Glynn said, "Aakk!" But his mother said absentmindedly, "Yes, of course. Eric -- are you going to sit there all morning? You know very well what time the appointment is."

Glynn caught his sister in the hall. "What the hell..."

"Shh!" she said, and kissed him lightly but hotly upon the mouth. "Jean is a real fox. I'm doing you a big favor, young man."

"Huh?" he said, but she whirled away, after a dirty, quick caress of his crotch. He stood watching her, seeing the groovy way her ass moved in her tight jeans, knowing now the magic feel of that ass and the pussy itself. Beautiful and hot, juicy and eager to fuck, she was some sister to have. Glynn wanted to run after her and grab her tits from behind, so he could rub his stiffening cock into those shapely cheeks. He wanted to throw her down on the carpet and pull down her jeans so he could get his hand on that honey-blonde cunt again.

But of course, he couldn't; not right now. Tonight though, there would be no way anybody could keep him away from dipping his aching meat into that hotly clenching snatch again. He had to fuck her some more, or go out of his head. His balls were beginning to ache right now, and Glynn turned away so he could rub them.

The cold shower helped some, but not much, even though he scrubbed his body hard and toweled it just as roughly afterward. Staring down at his shaft, he fingered along its length, then dropped his hand quickly. No need to jack off now; he was fucking a lovely girl, hotter and sexier because she was his own older sister. Man, oh man; what tits, what an ass -- and how her pussy kind of shut down on a guy's cock, massaging it until it came.

Glynn got the hell out of the bathroom and into swim trunks. Towel over one shoulder, wearing scuffs, he went down in time to meet his babysitter. A sitter, man!

But when he saw the girl, he damned near dropped his towel. Then he felt like ducking out of sight, in case his legs were too knobby or something.

She was a doll. Not a baby doll, or cutesy because she was small, because she was all that but it didn't work out that way. Jean Marks had long red hair and a body like a miniature Venus and a bright, warm smile that reached right out and tickled his belly.

Jean said, "So you're Glynn. I've heard so much about you, from your sister."

All he could do was grin weakly and mumble stupid things; then his mother gave Jean instructions about watching him in the pool, and all that crap. He flinched when his sister went by, because she pinched his ass and said in a whisper, "Lucky guy."

Then he was alone with her; his mother and father followed Lorena out the front door, still taking cruel little cuts at each other, all the way to the Caddy. He pretended he was really interested in watching his sister drive off in her Bug, but he felt the girl's eyes on him. So he moved too quickly from the window and bumped into a coffee table before he could make it to the patio.

He went down the ladder into the shallow end of the pool and stood there uncertainly. Jean Marks stood on the tiled edge and looked all around the patio. She said, "Can't see a house from here, even; complete privacy, with all those bushes and trees."

Glynn muttered, "I guess," and wondered why he felt so uptight. After all, he wasn't a cherry anymore. He had fucked a girl, twice; now he didn't have to wonder how to make it, or whether his prick was too skinny. Lorena had loved it, she said.

He ducked lower in the water, mainly to hide his swelling cock; it was too easily seen in his trunks. If this chick wasn't so damned sexy looking, he'd be okay. But his sister had called him lucky to have Jean around, and that was pretty weird.

She was standing at the pool edge, and when she put her arms over her head to stretch, he could see the outline of her small but groovy tits, and the nipples themselves. She had on a thin halter and her shorts clung to every shaping and dip of her thighs; Glynn could see her mound, and his eyes were magnetically drawn to the cleft of her pussy.

Then she took off her top. His eyes bugged when she just whipped away the halter and dropped it. She said, "That water looks great, but I didn't bring a suit. You don't mind, do you?"

He swallowed some water and made a choking noise. "N-no."

So Jean Marks stepped lithely from her shorts; she hadn't been wearing panties, and the curly red hair of her pussy gleamed brightly at him from between her flawless thighs. Her skin was very white, and when she moved down the pool steps, her entire small body seemed to undulate with a special sensuous grace.

Glynn stared as she approached him in the water, as the wavelets came to her hips, then to the pale mounds of her tits, and at last to the rosy nipples which were standing straight out. She neared him and put those fine little points right up against his wet chest. Glynn's cock struggled to tear free of his trunks, and beneath the water, Jean's naked pussy seemed to blaze into his crotch.

She held up her mouth to him. "Lorena said you screwed her, your own sister. I think that's groovy, Glynn. She knows how I like to swing with groovy people, so she called me to be your sitter today. I hurried right over."

Her lips were moving, trembling, and the darting of her hot, wet tongue was quick and penetrating. Jean's teeth raked his, and his hands felt over her wetly squirming body as she wiggled against him. When their mouths parted, she said, "Are you going to keep those trunks on?"

He couldn't wait a second longer. Last night he had been a cherry, and here he was, getting ready to fuck his second girl. Glynn couldn't believe his luck but he wasn't going to push it. Hurrying, he slid off the wet trunks, and his prick jumped out strong and long, nudging its distended head against the slippery belly of the eager girl.

Her hand discovered it, curled fingers around the pulsing shaft, and her smile was hotly knowing. "Nice -- very hard and long. I think Lorena was right, that you're going to be a really farout lover, once you get the hang of everything. Here, darling..."

She floated up in the water, held to his waist with one hand while the other played tantalizingly with his rod. Jean got her legs around him, crossing them at the ankles, and her delicious little snatch was right there, tilting up at him. He made a tentative humping movement, and she guided the throbbing head of his cock into position.

Soaked and tingly, the curls of her pussy tickled his cockhead as it started to push into the tight, very hot lips of her cunt. He took hold of her cheeks, the modeled and slippery cheeks of her well shaped little ass, and by spreading his feet on the bottom of the pool, Glynn could maintain his balance and shove. But he moved them toward the pool wall, anyhow, needing a better grip on things.

Floating, she wiggled and rolled her ass, so that she helped him get the head inside, and slowly, snugly, his prick worked into the scorching grip of her excited pussy. In it went, and by the time he had reached the wall and gotten her shoulders against the wet tiles, the shaft of his cock was buried to the root inside that tightly gripping cunt.

"Ahh, darling," she breathed. "That's good. That's terrific. Oh, how I love a good, hard prick! Use it in me, Glynn. Push it all the way to your balls and pull it back to the head -- but don't take it all the way out."

"I won't," he promised, his voice thick and clotting in his throat, his shaft moving greasily in her snatch. She coiled around him like a pale white snake, wiggling and sliding, bouncing up and down in the water as he began to pound his cock home with more powerful thrusts.

She was smaller than his sister, and her cunt was tighter, and he dug fucking this beautiful, small girl. She plastered her wet mouth to his, and the hard nipples of her tits sk**ded back and forth across his chest as they moved and hunched together. "Give it to me, Glynn," she hissed into his teeth. "Oh, darling, feed me that wonderful hard meat! Darling, darling -- you use your prick so beautifully -- ahh! Ahh, yes! Good -- it's so long, and I can feel it poking away up in my pussy -- ahh!"

Glynn ran his tongue halfway down the girl's throat, grinding his cock deeply within the juicy hot cup of her pussy, stroking and driving, feeling his balls swing tingling through the water to slap lightly against the uplifted crack of her little-girl ass. He clung to her cheeks and braced his feet against the bottom, and the hammering movement of his strong, hungry prick grew heavier.

Her body was splashing the water, and her belly was rolling back and forth as she took the impact of his plunging cock. She bit his lips and threw her head back as she tore her lips from his.

"Ahh! Ahh, you stiff-cocked son of a bitch! Oh yes -- I dig it, I love it -- fuck me some more, more! I'm about to come, you horny little bastard! I'm going to come, to COME!"

She stiffened out then, and her legs clamped violently upon his waist. Glynn kept pounding that shuddering hot cunt, continued to slam his rod home to the hilt as he felt the flexing of her vagina inside, and sensed a new lubrication oozing from the pussy walls. Pumping into the grip of that blazing pussy, his own orgasm built wildly within his balls, and Glynn felt the onrush of his semen as it hurtled up through the seesawing rod of his cock and swelled the head of it.

His come exploded from the tip of his prick, and he came in a furiously boiling spurt of semen that filled the tight, shallow cunt with the bubbling cream. His balls leaped upward against the cleft of her rotating ass, and his fingertips dug into her slippery flesh.

Glynn's knees went a little weak, and he thought dazedly that fucking seemed to get better and better. Maybe no other chick would ever be truly as good screwing as when he put it to his own sister, but this hotly wiggling girl was good enough.

Slowly, her legs drifted down, but she somehow managed to keep his prick locked within her pussy as she stood tippytoe on the bottom of the pool. "Nice," Jean purred. "Very nice. Now we can climb out of the water and go over there to get in some real fucking. Can you go again this quickly?"

"Sure," he said, proud of his new strength and his new knowledge, and she let his stiff cock ease from the grasp of her cunt.

She went up the ladder first, and he was right behind, staring into the sweet red crack of her lovely ass. He came out of the pool with water pouring from his cock, and with a little creamy drop of semen still clinging to the head.

They moved to the patio, bare-assed and excited yet, and Jean turned to fit herself into his arms again. That was when Lorena Johansen came from the house, grinning widely and wearing only a wrap-around towel.

"You guys look fine together," his sister said as Glynn stared. "Mind if I join the party?"
Lorena thought she had never seen anything so beautiful as her brother and the girl, naked together. She had come back too late to actually watch them screwing in the pool, but she knew they had. The look of love was upon them both, and their naked, dripping bodies were glowing with what they had just done.

"Maybe we'd better go in the house," she said. "Somebody could be looking down into the patio from the taller houses over there."

Her brother answered with a kind of strangled okay, and Jean smiled wickedly over a bare shoulder as she led the way back into the house, her small but shapely ass swinging seductively from side to side. Lorena followed them, thinking that she couldn't have done better than to bring those two together, Jean was always talking about how she was just about insatiable, that she loved to screw, and Glynn was getting started right.

But Lorena always knew what might have been a faint flash of jealousy. After all, he was her brother, and she had taken his boyish cherry. But a moment later, she knew how very foolish that was. If she loved Glynn, she wanted to see him happy, and if he was happy fucking the lovely little redhead, then she could only be happy, too, not jealous.

Besides, she was very interested in seeing him do it to her friend, and all excited about the prospect of joining them herself. Jean Marks turned in the middle of the living room and said, "Here, k**s?"

"Why not?" Lorena asked. "I locked the front door when I came in."

Glynn was staring at her, and she could feel his eyes licking hotly over her tits, so she let the wrap-around towel slide down and expose them. Her nipples were hard and erect, and her pussy was throbbing softly between her thighs. He said, "You really want to join us, s*s? I mean -- screw with us?"

"I really want to," she answered. "I never did this before, either, but I'm sure we can work it out and ball."

"Oh yes," Jean breathed heavily. "This ought to be a wild scene for everybody. Oh wow."

Jean had such a beautiful body, Lorena thought; it was so modeled, every tiny curve exactly in place and tantalizingly shaped, the pale white skin flawless and silken. She dropped her towel the rest of the way and let her own body gleam for them. Bigger than Jean, with different coloring and different shapes, she was just as firm, just as pretty in a sexy design of her own, and the look she caught in her brother's widened eyes told her so. She smiled at him, and at the erect pole of his long, slim cock. The boy had just dipped that hard shaft into the red-haired pussy over there, but he was ready to go again.

Funny, she thought, but she wasn't at all embarrassed. It seemed so natural and right that they share their bodies with each other, if that was what they wanted.

"You're really beautiful," Jean Marks murmured.

"Yeah," Glynn agreed, his eyes raking her from head to toe, seeing her snatch, the hard points of her tits. She thrust her groin forward for him, spreading her thighs just a little.

Nobody had ever turned her on like her brother; nobody had ever done such a wonderful job of fucking her, and Lorena suspected that they were just beginning to explore and understand the mysteries of each other's bodies. And there was Jean -- ah, yes, Jean of the miniature body so wonderfully shaped; Jean who had been so open about seeking new sexual thrills. Was it bad to look at another girl's body and get excited? Lorena didn't know about that, only that she was stimulated as she had seldom been before.

Jean said, "You were right, Lorena; your brother has a wonderfully hard prick. I wish I had a brother like him."

"Be my guest," Lorena said, moving closer so that she could bring her belly next to Glynn's. Their thighs brushed, and she pressed against his cock, pushed it up between their bellies. It was long and round, next to her skin, and she could feel the hungry pulsing of the organ, as if it were about to demand she do something to soften it.

Her nipples dug into his chest, boring hotly there, as insistent as his prick was. Glynn's hands slid over her hips, caressing, and he said, "I still can't believe I'm so lucky."

Lorena kissed him, softly at first, then with an avid fury that thrust her tongue over his own and as far back into his mouth as she could reach. They rolled their nude bodies together, and their hands were everywhere, fondling and cupping, stroking and petting. Their breath mixed hotly, and she found that she was making sensual, thrusting motions with her crotch.

Gasping, she backed away from him, conscious of the new lubrication that was making her pussy oily inside, that was bringing little drops of warm dew to glisten along the cunt lips and among the curly pubic hairs. "Oh wow, Glynn. I could take it standing up like this, but there's Jean..."

Jean came to them, putting a small hand on each of their shoulders. "To share with, darlings. Look -- neither of us wants to be disappointed right away, although I think that Glynn here could go all day, if he wanted. So what do you say we -- you and me, Lorena -- stretch out on the floor here, so that he can take turns."

Lorena stared. "You mean, screw us in turn?"

"Not all the way, baby," Jean grinned. "I mean he screws one of us awhile -- without coming -- then the other; taking turns that way. Of course, when he has to come, then he can just let it go into whoever he happens to be fucking at the moment."

"That sounds groovy," Lorena agreed. "Glynn?"

"Oh hell yes," he grinned. "Man, oh man! Dipping my wick into two beautiful cunts, one right after the other. I'm liable to flip right out."

Holding hands, Lorena sank to the carpet with the other girl, little hot waves of anticipation skipping madly up and down her spine. It was all so wild, so unreal; all her sexual fantasies were coming true, one at a time. She didn't have to worry now about how Mom and Dad were getting along, didn't have to feel the antagonism between her parents heavy in the air. She was being loved; she was loving, and the outside world didn't count against that.

The nap of the rag tickled the cheeks of her ass as she sat down, caressed her spine as she lay back, still holding hands with Jean Marks. The other girl's foot rubbed hers and made it tingle. Eyelids fluttering, Lorena looked up and saw her brother kneeling between her outspread legs.

Glynn was staring down at her pussy, the fingers of his right hand wrapped around the white column of his cock. It was the first way she'd seen that wondrous prick, since they'd both grown up, when he was masturbating it. The head glowed lavender and it was bluntly pointed; she could see the veins throbbing beneath the shaft, and her eyes briefly touched the sack of his down-hanging balls.

"You first," Glynn said. "You don't mind if my cock-head is still a little sticky from going off inside Jean's pussy?"

"N-no," Lorena answered hoarsely, "I don't mind." She was shaking inside and out, fascinated by the glistening drop of whitish fluid that dangled from the very tip of her brother's cock.

She was also crazily turned on by her hip touching Jean's, by the other girl's softly throbbing presence. Lorena glanced quickly over at her friend, and saw the nipples of the girl's tits standing high and hard, saw the deepness of the green eyes focused upon her own.

"Fuck him hard," Jean breathed, and squeezed Lorena's hand.

Lorena flinched when her brother reached down to caress her hips. His hands ran lightly and teasingly over her belly, barely touched her pussy, then stroked over the extremely sensitive insides of her trembling thighs. He said to her: "You're so beautiful, s*s; I almost come just looking down at your cunt. Your pussy hair is so deep and thick, and I can see the lips kind of pouting out through the curls."

Glynn touched a fingertip to her labia, and Lorena's hips rolled in immediate reflex. He fondled her dewy cunt lips, tickled into the hairs around her ass, and she heard him catch his breath. Then his finger slid inside her body, feeling around within the tight, hot gripping of her vagina. She gasped as it went in to the knuckle, as the round length of it massaged gently across her stimulated clitoris.

"D-darling," she breathed. "Oh Glynn -- I'm so hot I can't wait. Please..."

When he set the pulsing end of his swollen cock-head into the giving hairs of her pussy and pushed it down so that it kissed the hot, wet lips, Lorena clamped down hard on Jean's hand, and her left leg lifted to coil itself sinuously around the other girl's leg.

"So hot," she murmured, her eyelids fluttering, "so very hot inside my pussy..."

"Here," her brother said, and shoved the head of his strong young prick into the hungry lips of her steamy cunt. It spread them apart, slid long and round between them, up into the pit of her vagina, up and up until she felt the marvelously soft sack of his balls come to rest in the cleft of her ass.

Head turned aside, she said to Jean Marks: "It's all the way up my pussy, so long and hard. Oohh -- I love it; oh, how I love my brother's cock!"

Jean turned on her side, rubbing her leg along Lorena's, now able to press the twin mounds of her firmly molded tits into Lorena's shoulder. The piquant face was very close, and so appealing, the deep green eyes smoldering, the pink lips parted in damp invitation.

As Glynn began to stroke his cock within the confines of her shuddering snatch, Lorena did the most natural thing that occurred to her: she kissed the other girl's beckoning mouth. The lips were soft and tender, trembling against her own, and the little hot tongue darted questingly into her mouth where her own tongue met it with consuming passion.

Her brother's breath panted hotly into her ear, and his hands took a grip upon the rolling of her hips, pinning them down for a long, conquering moment as he jammed his cock home to the hilt again.

"Uhhh!" Lorena grunted into the other girl's avid mouth, and shivered to the feel of Jean's hands when they started to caress the heavy tenderness of her swollen tits.

It was wild and insane, but her heart threatened to tear out of her chest with crazy beats of joy, and her lower body moved in sinuously thrusting happiness as her pussy contracted and rode up and down the greased pole of her brother's cock. To be fucked by him, of all people, to be screwed by her very own brother, while another girl kissed her and played with the rigid nipples of her aching tits -- this was all out of the world, so far out she hadn't really imagined it before.

Lorena let herself go, bit down lightly upon the other girl's lips and used her own hands to discover the textured shape of Jean's breasts. She rocked upon the pounding cock that moved so steadily and powerfully inside her gripping cunt, reveling in every move of the meaty rod, loving every tiny vein along its length, every miniscule bump and pore of the slippery skin.

She was loved, loved, adored in duplicate and who was to say it was wrong to love one of your own sex? Certainly not anybody who didn't even know how to love on their own; certainly not her mother and father.

Only her beloved brother with the steadily surging prick shoved up her pussy; only this gorgeous little girl whose tits felt so wonderful -- only Lorena herself, screwing so wonderfully, churning her cunt around the now hammering cock; these were the only people who had any say-so over what they wanted to do, what they needed to do. For each other and to each other.

"s*s -- oh wow, s*s! You're so hot and juicy -- your cunt is just eating up my prick -- oh -- ahh -- I'm coming, darling. I'm coming!"

With a last, twisting thrust, Glynn shoved his meat far up her pussy, and she felt the head of it bumping her womb, felt the wet slap of his balls in the crack of her ass. Her vagina vibrated strongly around his glans as her brother began to come, as he started to shoot the essence of his heaving testicles up inside her snatch.

His hotly bubbling semen splashed against her cervix, flooded boiling into the cup of her cunt, soaking the clinging tissues of her vaginal walls. Lorena flexed her cunt around the embedded cockhead, and when she gave another long, sensuous gyration of her crotch on the shaft, knew her own orgasm as it came rising swiftly from the epicenter of her thrumming clit.

"Umm, umm!" she moaned, her mouth held captive by Jean's, her tongue curling and uncurling with the other girl's. Her belly hammered at her brother's pelvis, and she sucked upon Jean's lips while the waves of ecstasy roared throughout her pussy.

Warmly, she swam in a slow river that carried her through undulating curves of soft, sweet flesh, that bore her upon its breast, that yet somehow held her impaled upon the penetration of the adored shaft. Lips nibbled her cheek, her ear, and gentle hands manipulated the cones of her tits; Lorena lay relaxed and limp, unable to remotely imagine any better feelings, any more wondrous place than this moment in enchanted time.

"Terrific," Jean Marks said softly. "I never saw anyone get fucked before, and it is terrific. Especially when I know I'm going to take that same great prick, in a few minutes."

Slowly, Lorena came back to the world. With some regret, but with more interest, she turned over onto one side, so that she could face the girl. When she made the move, her brother's cock slipped from the wet glove of her cunt. She felt its head leaking, and sensed the sticky trail of semen left across the inside of one thigh.

"Can I do anything -- anything special?" she asked Jean.

The redhead sat up, her neat little tits bouncing. She smiled and said, "I'd like to ride Glynn this time -- that is, if he can go again soon."

"Sure," Glynn said. "Just give me time to catch my breath, and I'll be ready again."

"Isn't he amazing?" Jean asked, coming to her knees and grinning fondly at her new lover.

"That he is," Lorena agreed, for her brother was much better than both the lovers she had known, and so ready to screw again, after such a short time between fucks. He was amazing, all right, and very, very special. She would give him anything he wanted, all he needed or craved or desired, no matter how far out his newly awakened sexual tastes might become.

They were all each had -- besides a friend like Jean here; if they clung together, gave all they had, took all there was to receive, then what power could separate them?

Not their parents. Lorena would not allow that, now.