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Pregnant in Panties – Chapter 4

(Please read Chapters 1 and 2 if you haven’t already. This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn’t, I hope you enjoy.)

It had been almost three weeks to the day that Steven’s father and younger brother had driven down to the farmhouse to visit with his pregnant wife, Suzanne. Of course, like with everything family-related, there was more to their visit than a simple ‘hello’ and ‘how are you?’ – those thoughts were all coming back as the newly-married couple drove north on the Florida turnpike headed up to Boca Raton in the new truck Daddy Louis had bought for his new daughter-in-law.

It was early Spring and the twenty-eight year old, eight-month pregnant blonde was napping against her car door, the cold air from the a/c vents blowing across her swollen, blood-filled nipples while leaving her husband to think about their pasts and wonder about their future together. Glancing over for the umpteenth time, he found himself more in love with his wife than ever and utterly overwhelmed by the increase in her sexuality since becoming pregnant. Steven marveled again at the strange forces at work in the universe that had brought them together.

Her great-great-grandfather, she’d told him, was one of the lucky ones when he pitched his camp in northern California around 1850. He used the gold he panned at first to finance equipment for mining and that’s when he found the vein that had kept his family in luxury for generations. He bought a huge piece of property just north of San Francisco and kept his new wife and their family safe and secure for years. One of his sons, Suzanne’s great-grandfather, traveled back East when he was of age to learn the art of high finance at university. When he returned, he married a local girl and they built their own home .

Two of their sons survived to adulthood – Suzanne’s grandfather stayed in California and studied Law at Stanford University while his brother traveled to Spain and France to learn about growing grapes and making wine. They both prospered and added sons and daughters to the family line along with growing the family’s wealth and influence with a new, premium vineyard and winery.

By the time Suzanne’s father was ready to marry, he had received his own Law degree and set up a pro bono practice with his father. He felt the responsibility to give something back to the land and the community that had treated his family so well. And they prospered. And he found the love of his life teaching at a small Catholic women’s college that needed some legal help. Ten years later they were in their own home on the Marin property with three boys and a little baby girl.

She was the apple of everyone’s eyes. An adorable little blonde with the biggest smile and the quickest laugh, Suzanne grew up loved and protected, sheltered from most everything but school, and even starting that a year later than everyone else. But what was wonderful at ten years old turned into a nightmare now that she was sixteen. She went from feeling cozy to feeling like she was incarcerated almost overnight. Aside from joining the swimming team, no after school activities were allowed – certainly no dating or dances for her freshman year. Between the strict teaching nuns at the Catholic high school she attended and the horrible, fun-crushing lectures she was getting at home (it seemed like every night) about her behavior and what was expected from a ‘girl in her position,’ nobody ever talked to her about sex and boys and growing up among the elite in a fairly small town. Even her girlfriends really didn’t know anything more than she did. Nobody, that was, except the children of the current generation of the French family her great uncle brought back with him to help run the vineyard.

The grandson of the original French farmer and his wife home-schooled their two boys and their daughter. The boys, now eighteen year-old twins, were always friendly when the younger girl came to visit and wander through the fragrant vines. And their seventeen year-old sister became Suzanne’s best friend. She always found time to listen to Suzanne’s litany of childhood then adolescent and then teenage woes. The three siblings had watched her closely as their young neighbor grew up and matured into a beautiful and very desirable young woman.

By the time Suzanne entered her second year of high school, her 5’2”, 105lb lithe, athletic frame sported firm, round 34B breasts, a flat stomach and narrow waist with hips that were just starting to widen with an alluring promise of pleasure to come. It didn’t take long before the boys started noticing and then came the invitations for dates and parties, activities that had eluded Suzanne in the past. Naturally, she looked to her French friend for advice. A quick phone call was all that was needed – Suzanne promised to meet her friend, Gabrielle, after lunch that Saturday at a hidden bend in the creek that ran through the back of the vineyard property. Gaby had suggested a lazy afternoon of sunbathing and swimming while they talked before the weather turned cool.

Suzanne arrived dressed in shorts and a tank-top and carrying her only bathing suit – the black tank suit that she would use in swimming instruction at school. She was more than surprised when Gaby emerged from the water wearing only the thong bottom of her newest suit. The clear, fresh water dripped off the most beautiful breasts Suzanne had ever seen, each drop a prism that exploded the bright sunlight into brilliant bursts of color. The older girl laughed at her young friend’s expression as she grabbed a towel and dried off. Before Suzanne could utter a word, the beautiful, nubile French girl took her in her arms and kissed her lightly on both her cheeks.

“C’mon, Suzy,” Gaby turned back to the blanket and sat down while she rubbed her short brunette hair with her towel. Suzanne couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of her neighbor’s swinging, bouncing tits. “You’ve seen breasts before. From what I can see, you even have some of your own.” Both girls laughed and the younger blonde sat down on the blanket next to her friend.

Steven’s eyes kept shifting between his sleeping wife and the occasional passing car as he drove north. His hand had made its way to his crotch and he realized he’d been rubbing himself off as he thought about his wife when she was much younger. Then once again he started picturing the scene she had described for him one night after he had tied her down to their bed. It was the start of her sexual maturation – the first step in the path that led them to each other.

The first thing Gaby did was forbid Suzanne to wear the black one-piece suit she’d brought. As they were alone in a very secluded spot on the family land, she had suggested both girls get ‘all-over’ tans. The blonde girl refused, blushing furiously, so Gaby relented and said that Suzanne could leave her bra and panties on if she wished. What she didn’t know was that the blushing came not from embarrassment but from Suzanne’s new-found desire to be dominated. She wasn’t sure why – she just realized at that moment that if Gaby had insisted, she would have done it.

She wasn’t sure when it had started, but for a while, late at night when she absolutely couldn’t fall asleep, she touched herself exactly the way the nuns had told her not to. And while it felt fantastic, she needed to visualize something to get herself over the top. At first, she would picture herself naked in the bathroom drying off after a shower when one of her brothers opened the door and she froze – unable to move to cover her hot, wet teenage body as he stared at her perfect little tits and her hard, pink nipples. When his eyes scanned down her trim, fit torso and landed on her smooth, shaved pussy mound, that was enough push her farther than she’d ever been before. But looking for more intensity, Suzanne brought all her brothers in to her thoughts and they went from looking to touching to using her during her fantasy adventures. She loved her brothers deeply and even in her late-night dirty, incestuous thoughts, she could always feel the love between them all.

When her father made an appearance in her late night excursions, he spoke to her as she’d often heard Gaby’s father speak to her mother. And she answered him the same way Gaby’s mother answered her husband. It felt right, natural. Her brothers became more dominant as well. After a particularly hard session, using a hair brush to slide between her swollen, pink lips and spank her clitoral hood, she had a sudden understanding of the household dynamics and where her place might be. She knew for sure it would be on the submissive side.

She unbuttoned her short-sleeve blouse, revealing her well-formed breasts held in by a sheer white lace bra. Again, not knowing why, but thinking it was what she was supposed to do, Suzanne kept her eyes down in a very submissive fashion as she unbuttoned and unzipped the camp shorts hugging her flat tummy and developing hips. She let the shorts fall and felt another hot flush of blood spread through her – her body’s reaction to Gaby’s sharp intake of breath as her smooth, clean-shaven pussy was revealed through bikini panties made of the same sheer lace as her bra.

Although the desire was immediate, the older girl knew better than to rush her young friend. Genuine compliments from both sides put Suzanne more at ease, but she was still deferring to Gaby in every way. She even sounded submissive as she answered Gaby’s questions about her lack of experience in all things sexual. The older girl knew that sound very well – it was the same sound that came from her mother when she responded to her husband and her sons. But she wanted to be very sure before she took the beautiful blonde teen further along that path. She waited until Suzanne dropped her blouse and folded her clothes before speaking.

“Over her, Suzy…face me.” Gaby patted the blanket in front of her. Her voice was pleasant but firm, more subtly demanding than asking and it touched something deep in Suzanne’s core. She started to sit cross-legged when the beautiful, topless brunette held out her hand to stop her.

“Try something for me, mon petit chiot , my little puppy.” She hesitated for a moment as the blonde trembled at the words she’d just heard. “Sit down on your knees with your feet under your butt, Suzy. Try it for me.”

Suzanne was sure that her heart was beating outside her chest – it was the only thing she could hear over the buzzing wave of electric current flowing through every nerve and synapse in her tight, young, and inexperienced body. She sank slowly to her knees in front of her friend and sat back on her heels. She didn’t look up – it was all she could do to try and slow her heart down and take long, deep breaths. She fell into a slower rhythm and then when she was aware of her surroundings once again she tilted her face up and tried to smile. “Like this, Gaby?” She could barely get the words out and when she did, the electric waves started again.

The dark haired girl confirmed that time the sounds that came out of Suzanne’s mouth were exactly the same sounds that came from her mother when she served her husband or the twins. Gaby flushed as deeply as her blonde friend at the confirmation of her intuitive feelings. She smiled so sweetly as she started Suzanne’s training as a submissive slut.

The heat waves rising off the pavement made the service station shimmer like a desert oasis up the road. He didn’t really need to stop for gas yet, but he had an urgent and pressing need to stop for something else. Steven let the luxury pick-up drift to the right and the gravel service road brought them to the empty-looking establishment, waking his wife in the process. “I’m gonna get gas. Stay cool inside the store.” He opened her door and helped her out. She was big, but she carried her baby in front and high. From the back she almost didn’t look pregnant at all, let alone eight months along. All she had on was a thin cotton sundress over a pair of white cotton string bikini panties that were tied low on her hips. But her sandals had a two-inch heel and she knew she looked good. As she approached the big plate glass windows, she saw someone behind the counter staring at her. When she re-focused on her own reflection, she understood why. She was backlit by the sun and her dress was virtually transparent. Turning slightly to the side, she provided the person inside a nice outline of her big, pregnant tit and her swollen nipple. She tried not to giggle as she walked through the doors and into the chilly interior, her nipples growing larger every second.

Gaby rose up on her knees opposite the sixteen year-old blond. The smile on her face was completely genuine. She leaned forward and took Suzanne’s face between her hands and put her lips to her ears. “You know why I’m smiling, Suzy?” she whispered. The blonde shook her head. “Because I know what you want, my pet…” she stopped whispering for a moment as the younger girl reacted to those words once more. “You want to please me, don’t you?” One of Gaby’s hands dropped to Suzanne’s lace-covered breast and her palm moved in circles over her stiffening nipple. This time a small moan accompanied the nodding head. “Well,” she whispered one last time as her fingers pinched the exited, pink bud pushing into the sheer lace cup, “let’s find out if you really mean it, Suzy.”

The older, darker girl was firm but warm and caring as she instructed her wealthy young neighbor in the art of submission. She was showing her how to sit on hands and knees when the most important question between and Dominant and a submissive came to Gaby’s lips. She had arranged her pet’s legs properly, spread shoulder width and held Suzanne in perfect upright position as she sat on her heels so she would always recognize the feeling. But when she had her put her arms behind her back and grab the opposite elbows with her hands, it was simply not right. Gaby moved and stood in front of Suzanne. This time there was more firm and less caring in her voice.

“Suzanne, my new little pet, take a minute and think about what I’m going to ask you before you answer, okay?” The blonde looked puzzled but nodded her reply. “Do you, can you…will you trust me totally and completely?” Gaby paused and looked into Suzanne’s eyes. “We can always be friends…but for this to work, we must be honest with each other.” She moved close and kissed her neighbor on the lips. “I will always love you either way, Suzy.” She backed away and waited, her pussy getting damp and hot as she thought about the beautiful blonde virgin on her knees in front of her.

The moment seemed to stretch forever before Suzanne raised her head, her eyes shining with tearful joy. “Gaby, since I was five years old I’ve always trusted you…loved you. You know that and I know that you love me, too.” Her breathing became shallow and her pulse quickened. “Nothing has changed – nothing.”

Gaby moved to her knees and once more took Suzanne’s face between her hands and put her lips back on her ear. “Yes, I love you, Suzy. And I know you’ve trusted me in the past. But I must tell you, this is a whole different thing. This is about sex, my pet, in many different forms. One of the ways you get pleasure is by submitting.” Again her fingers found the same nipple she twisted before and squeezed even harder this time. “I get pleasure when someone submits to me.” She pulled harder until her new sub started groaning. “But understand one thing completely, Suzanne…the very first time you refuse to do what I tell you to do…will be the last time I ever tell you to do anything as your Mistress. Do you understand?”

All through her little speech, Gaby pinched and pulled at the blonde’s tortured nipple. Suzanne was on her knees, every muscle in her body tense, every nerve firing with pain from the slightest pressure on the turgid pink flesh. And suddenly, totally without warning, the pain from her nipple seemed to explode deep in her virgin cunt and the most intense orgasm of her life rolled completely through her flesh and flowed through her nerves until it exploded in her head with the most intense Day-Glo colored light show on the back of her eyelids. When she could finally open her eyes, she looked at her oldest friend. “I trust you totally and completely. I understand and accept your condition totally and completely, Mistress.”

Steven finished filling the truck and followed his wife into the store. He found her standing in front of the large upright freezer full of ice cream and other frozen treats. He was, as usual, entranced by her large nipples as they tried to escape the cotton confines of her thin sundress, the cold air from the freezer firming them up even more than the blasting air conditioning. Walking through the store he saw only the cashier; not surprising as there were no cars in the lot or at the pumps. The boy behind the counter was a tall, lanky twenty-five year old dressed in tight faded jeans and a torn Ozzy Osbourne tee-shirt. He was standing where he could see Suzanne and her nipples. He wasn’t surprised when he saw the guy standing behind her. In fact he got pretty excited when the guy reached around her and opened some buttons at the top of her dress. But he felt like he should say something when he saw the pregnant lady bend over and the guy flip the bottom of her dress over her ass!

He hustled around the end of the counter and approached slowly. Before he could say anything, the guy started talking.

“She’s pretty fuckin’ hot for a knocked-up slut, huh?” He smiled at the clerk and there was a gleam in his eyes. “Oh, fuck, dude…she’s my wife, man…there’s no problem here.” Steven kept grinning at the young man as he pulled his zipper down and took his hard cock out of his shorts. “Tell him, slut…make him feel better.” He pulled the back of her panties aside and slid his hard-on right into his wife’s wet, juicy cunt.

Suzanne lifted her face up and smiled at the clerk. “I just love doing what he tells me to, cowboy. Now what can I do to make you feel better?”

Gaby leaned in once more and let her lips and tongue speak for her as the two friends kissed very deeply and became more than friends to each other that afternoon. Finally Gaby stood and moved a few feet back until she was in the shade standing on her blanket. She motioned Suzanne to stand. “Get up, pet. Move back a little – I want to see you in the sunlight.” The sub-in-training moved back and stood still while her new Mistress just looked at her. As Gaby sank down onto the soft quilted material she glanced up and shook her head. “That’s not going to work at all, pet. Take off your bra.”

Suzanne was expecting it, but that hardly made it easier. In fact, she thought the anticipation may have even heightened the feelings that came with the actual command. She started breathing faster and her flesh began to burn as hot, pounding blood washed through her. She reached around her back and unclasped it, letting her arms guide the straps down to the ground in front of her. Uncovered and untouched, her nipples became brilliant pink diamonds adorning the perfect shape of her firm, teenage breasts. She followed each subsequent command until she was posed perfectly in the standing position. Standing in the hot sun and on display while her Mistress rested in the shade only added to her awareness of her total submission.

“Not going to work either, love. Lose the panties.” Gaby reached for a chilled bottle of wine from the cooler on the blanket. She twisted the cork off with a pop. “Turn around, girlfriend. Bend over and keep your legs at shoulder width and straight as you pull your panties down…very slowly.” The dark haired young Mistress took a refreshing drink of the cool, crisp white wine as her childhood friend bent forward and hooked her thumbs in the sides of her sheer, lace panties. As she started to take them down, the material stuck against her hot, wet labia. “Right there, stop, Suzy! Oh My God! Now let go of the panties and put your hands on your ass. Pull your cheeks apart.”

Outdoors under the bright summer sun Suzanne was bent over and exposed in a way that even she never imagined – not even when she thought about her brothers and her father late at night, her fingers sliding through her tiny pink slit. Her heart was pounding and she could feel every stitch of lace that was stuck to her little pink cunny. As soon as she pulled her ass apart, she heard the unmistakable sound of a camera phone snapping a picture and caught a trace of the flash in her peripheral vision. By the time she processed that information, that the only daughter of a very wealthy and highly respected pioneer family, a bright and beautiful teenager brought up in a loving but strict home and who excelled at the Catholic girls’ schools she’d attended, had willingly exposed herself in such a dirty, slutty way, and let her picture be taken that way…her second orgasm brought her to her knees before she passed out on the grass.

“Oh my God, Steven!” The words burst out of his wife’s mouth as she extracted the clerk’s cock from his torn, tight jeans. “This is the longest cock I’ve ever seen on a white man.” She looked up at the smirking face of the young man standing in front of her. He’d heard that comment and others like it before. After she held it up for her husband to see he took a step back and held himself in his right hand as he looked across her back and watched her husband fuck her pregnant pussy hard – very hard.

“You really married?” His question seemed to be addressed to Steven so he answered with a nod. “And she’s really your slut?” A second nod brought a smile to the clerk’s face. “You mind, dude?” A shake of Steven’s head brought a glare to the clerk’s eyes as he focused completely on the woman bent over before him. With his left hand he grabbed the long blonde hair at the back of the bitch’s head and snapped her face up towards his. “You want this, slut?” He waived his long, semi-hard organ in front of Suzanne’s face.

WHAP!!! WHAP!!! “Unnnnnggggggghhhhh…ooooooooooh…” The pregnant woman moaned as the young clerk cock-slapped her face – one time hard across each cheek.

“Yes…please.” The words could barely be heard but they were out in the open and she couldn’t take them back even if she wanted to. She felt instant pain as he gripped her hair even tighter and pulled her head towards his thickening cock. She knew he was straightening out her neck…in preparation for his assault on her mouth and throat. When he rubbed the plum-shaped head over her lips, she didn’t hesitate to open her mouth as wide as she could as she tried to relax her throat and calm her breathing before he forced his freakishly long fuck pole over her lips and past her tongue. He took advantage of her spread lips and before she even realized it, he was embedded deep within her.

He bent down and whispered in her ear. “Breathe through your nose, bitch. I wanna feel you swallow my meat over and over.” He rose and glared at Steven. “Gimme your hand, dude – you gotta feel this.” He took the husband’s hand off the wife’s hip and pulled it up until it rested underneath her neck. “You feel me, man?” Steven nodded as he felt the long thick cock through her flesh as it moved up and down in her throat. The clerk laughed a particularly dirty laugh as he looked down at Suzanne trying to eat his cock. “Dude, you really married some high-class whore. Bitch never even gagged.” He shook his head in disgust at the pregnant slut before him and cleared his own cigarette-ruined throat, a nasty glob of phlegm on settling on the end of his tongue. A quick flick of his head and the spit flew from his mouth to her face in an instant. “Fuckin’ whore. That’s what you deserve.”

The shock of feeling his thick wad of saliva hit her cheek, the completely unexpected degradation started Suzanne’s pussy spasming in total humiliation and the effect was not lost on Steven or his cock. Seeing the tall, not very attractive country boy, a $6.50/hour part-time clerk in a roadside store spit on his wife while his cock was buried in her throat was one of the hottest things the new husband had ever seen and he came seconds later, his hard cock buried deep in his slut-wife’s cunt.

When she opened her eyes, Suzanne found herself on the shady part of the blanket, laying next to her oldest friend and now, it seemed, her Mistress. A quick glance downward revealed her completely naked state and she immediately started blushing in embarrassment. “Gaby,” she started to say and then stopped immediately as the smile on her friend’s face turned harsh and her eyes began to glare.

The older, more experienced girl was laying on her side, her head propped up on her hand. Her free hand moved quickly to the blonde teenager’s breast and she took Suzanne’s pretty pink nipple between her thumb and forefinger and twisted it sharply until the young girl squealed.

Gaby smiled as she spoke, but there was still no warmth or love to be found in the set of her jaw. “When we are not in public, little puppy, you will address me as Mistress or Miss Gabriella. Do you understand?” Suzanne whimpered her reply as Gaby emphasized each word with a pull or a pinch to the same sensitive nip she squeezed before. “I will call you many things, pet, but never your name. You are mine now…my thing…I own you now…and my things don’t have names.”

The bright, proud, articulate blonde started crying as she lay on the blanket in the summer sun. She wasn’t really sure if it was from the shame and complete humiliation of having her name taken away, or if was from a very dark and perverse kind of joy that filled every molecule of her being as her most secret desires were being exposed along with her naked flesh. Gaby took a long drink from the wine bottle and then handed it to her sub. “Take a drink, my pet, stop crying and relax. We have many things to do before the afternoon slips away.” She corked the bottle after Suzanne took her drink and returned it to the cooler. Still on her side, the beautiful French Domme patted the blanket right next to her and let the warmth and love come back into her eyes and her lips as she smiled once again.

Suzanne scooted over until their bodies touched. She looked up into Gaby’s eyes and started to speak again. “Mistress, I am afraid I don’t know what to do or how to act. I mean, I’ve had dreams and fantasies, but…you said this is all about sex and I’ve never had a date, or even kissed a boy yet. Are you going to teach me what I need to know?”

Unable to resist a moment longer, Gaby leaned over her gorgeous young neighbor and pressed her lips to Suzanne’s. The young blonde was startled, but started to kiss back by poking her tongue into Gaby’s teeth until the dark-haired Domme pulled back and laughed at the inexperienced teenager. “This is not the way to start you…I shouldn’t be kissing you like that until it’s the right time to expand your world, my sweet little puppy.” Suzanne started apologizing, begging Gaby to give her another chance. “Oh, don’t worry, my precious virgin…all we need is a little help – someone to help me demonstrate and someone to teach you at the same time, right?” The blonde looked up with a puzzled expression. They were alone, she thought, and who could help like that anyway? Before she could voice her concern, Gaby handed her the wine bottle and told her to take another long drink. As she tipped the bottle to her lips, her Domme bent over and put her lips to Suzanne’s ear.

“Consider this a freebie, Suzanne. Remember what I said before – if you show me you don’t trust me by questioning what I tell you…or even hesitating to do what I tell you to do…all of this will be over and forgotten and never mentioned again.” She sucked the fleshy little lobe of Suzanne’s ear between her lips and the blonde thought she had never experienced anything so erotic in her life. And then, after the sweet rush of pleasure swept through her, she felt a slight nip, a little pressure and then her flesh started to burn in excruciating pain as her Mistress’ teeth bit almost halfway through her ear lobe. “Understand, Suzanne?” The young blonde nodded, tears flowing down her Girl Next Door face as she wondered how the pain traveled so quickly from her ear to her tiny, pink clit and why the worse the pain was, the better it felt deep in her core.

And as quickly as Gaby had turned dark and foreboding a minute before, she pulled away with a smile of pure joy, her eyes gleaming in anticipation. She rubbed her fingertips lightly over her new sub’s perfectly shaped breasts and her insanely cute nipples until they were hard and throbbing. After a quick twist to each swollen nub and one brief kiss to the blonde’s lips, she turned her head over her shoulder and called out in the direction of the trees nearby. “Alain, Jean Paul…I think it’s time to start her education.” She felt the change in Suzanne’s breathing immediately and turned her face back, still smiling. She licked her sub’s lips and whispered “Remember, pet.” By the time Suzanne could look up past Gaby’s face, the bright blue summer sky was blocked out by the eighteen year-old twins – Gaby’s older brothers.

She thought her heart would explode one second after she realized who was standing over her. She just wanted to shrink into nothing and disappear before the whole situation became real. Mouth dry and tongue too thick to control, the little blonde neighbor girl could only grunt and groan softly as the handsome, curly-haired brothers stared down at her completely naked form. Her eyes flew back and forth between the boys and their sister and soon enough she realized that all three siblings were staring at her with pure lust in their eyes. It seemed like forever before someone broke the crushing silence.

“I told you, JP.” So the one on the left was Alain – she could never tell them apart. “She’s all grown up and she’s so fuckin’ fine!”

Suzanne watched as Jean Paul lowered himself to his knees right behind his sister. “Oh my God!” The thoughts that pummeled her brain were overwhelming her. “She’s their sister – and they’re seeing her naked! Are they the ‘help’ that are to demonstrate and teach her?” Her flesh was burning as her shame and humiliation washed over her. When Jean Paul moved his hand slowly towards her, inching its way towards her left breast, the poor little thing couldn’t even find the strength to draw a breathe. And when his strong, callused fingers touched her naked body and trailed up the firm flesh to her nipple, the second he pinched the dark pink swollen nub, the sixteen year-old virgin climaxed like she never had before. Fighting to stay alert, she heard Alain laughing gently from above.

“Jesus, you were totally right, Gabs. She’s a real submissive slut, just like Mom.” All three siblings laughed together as Alain dropped down at her other side and took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Suzanne was still unable to say a word, her world taken up almost completely by the exquisite pain, the alternating pinches and pulls the twins were subjecting her nipples to and the rush of questions in her mind about incest and her neighbors along with random thoughts of her father and her brothers. It was too much for the young girl to take and she let everything crash over her at once with the power of ocean waves smashing the shore and she came hard once more.

As she came back to herself, Suzanne felt herself being lifted gently to a sitting position on the blanket. Sitting across from her, Gaby opened the wine bottle, took a drink and passed it to her left. Jean Paul took a long swig and passed it on to the youngest one there. Silently, she took a small drink, unable to look at her neighbors, still embarrassed at being naked and ashamed that they had seen her climax like that. She passed the bottle wordlessly over to Alain. He took a drink and passed it back to his sister. Then he took Suzanne’s chin in his hand and turned her face to his.

“Look at me, Suzy-Q.” She felt better immediately as her eyes caught his smile. “Fuck, girl, you really got beautiful.” She blushed, but this time it was just nice. “JP and I have watched you over the years and we feel like older brothers to you.” He leaned in and gave her a tiny kiss on the lips. “Gaby said your world was gonna open up this year, but you are afraid because you have no experience to guide you. We can give you the knowledge and experiences you will need, but you have to decide, Suzy-Q.” He looked at his sister and his brother and then back to the blonde teen. “We know the conditions Gaby told you about, and we know you agreed. But me and JP need to know it’s something you really want, Babygirl. If you do, then you will go home this afternoon…with experience. But you have to tell us – we are most definitely not into raping unwilling girls.”

Suzanne leaned towards Alain and kissed his mouth so tenderly he thought she could have been an angel. Then she turned to JP and gave him the same treatment. She thought about everything that had happened so far and then suddenly realized she was no longer ashamed or embarrassed about her nudity – it all seemed so natural in some strange, twisted way. She was smiling as she leaned back on her hands and looked at the three beautiful siblings and then focused on Gaby.

“May I ask just one question, Mistress?” Gaby nodded with a smile of her own. “I know that I am yours completely and forever, Mistress, but after your brothers fuck me this afternoon…” her voiced dropped to almost nothing, “will they be my Masters, too?”

They all felt the electricity in the air, eyes moving from one face to another, eyebrows raised and lips curled in contemplation. “Is that what you want, my little fuck-puppy? You want to be the family slut?” Just before Suzanne could answer, JP put out his hand to silence her.

“Of course you couldn’t know this, our darling Suzy-Q, but if you are truly to be our family’s property, then Alain and I are obligated to tell our father.” She couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her lips as the picture formed in her mind. At seventeen, Gaby was as naturally beautiful a girl, both in face and figure, that Suzanne had ever seen. At eighteen, the boys were every bit as attractive as their sister if not even more so. Dark, curly hair suited their strong handsome faces and bright blue eyes perfectly and years of hard manual labor had carved their almost six-foot tall, 180-pound bodies like classic Greek sculpture.

Yet in Suzanne’s mind (and every other female over sixteen in Marin County…and quite a few men as well) the father, Robert, was the ultimate example of pure masculinity. He had several inches and perhaps twenty pounds on the boys at the age of forty-five. His dark hair was cut a little shorter so his curls weren’t as evident, but his eyes were every bit as bright and blue as his sons’. And while the boys were beautiful, the years of weather and work had turned the same features on Robert’s face into a rugged, dark handsomeness that screamed with primal sexuality.

But there was also something else that the young Suzanne responded to whenever she spent time in Gaby’s house. After spending many late night hours laying in bed and thinking about it – with one hand in her panties and the other under her pajama tops pinching her light pink nipples – she finally identified what had been puzzling her.

First she thought about her own family, the way her father and her three brothers treated her and her mother. She smiled to herself as she rubbed her tiny pink pussy mound with her fingertips. They loved and respected the women in the house and made it obvious in the way they spoke and acted around them. Even the youngest brother was a true gentleman and Suzanne was picturing his athletic body in his gym shorts as a warm, comfortable orgasm built in her clit and finally released.

Then her attention and imagination turned to the house at the winery. Warm and comfortable were quickly replaced by a strange kind of tension – the crackle in the air whenever she visited with her friend and Gaby’s dad and brothers were around. Remembering that feeling immediately caused a chill in the still naïve teen – a chill that caused a million goosebumps to cover her flesh and made her nipples as long and hard as they’d ever been. She forced herself to picture both families, to try to identify the differences between the two households.

That there was a great abundance of love in each home was not in doubt. The differences were much more subtle and Suzanne worked hard to understand them and to understand her own feelings more completely. And then the answer came. It was almost too simple. She understood at once why she felt the tension in her neighbors’ home.

Her father and her brothers requested things from Suzanne and her mother by asking for what they wanted – it was a way, she thought, of showing love and respect. Gaby’s father and his twin sons, on the other hand, made their requests by telling Gaby’s mother what they wanted. One visual memory after another started to flow through her mind; she was remembering looks and glances between Robert and his wife or the twins and their mother. She remembered the way Gaby’s mother responded – she sounded so submissive but at the same time she seemed thrilled to be asked to do something for her family. There was so much more emotion, it seemed to her, when the veneer of correctness and polite responses was replaced by the baser feelings of wants and needs being expressed and then provided – almost like between a master and a very willing slave.

Suzanne did the only thing she could do to test her understanding. Feeling that this was going to be of some significance, she felt bound to recreate the tension she’d felt before as her bedroom was generally a warm, supportive place. Pulling the top-sheet and a lightweight quilt off of her, she slipped out of bed and walked to her bedroom door. Turning the handle as quietly as she could, she pulled the door about two inches back into her room and cautiously peeked out into the hallway.

Her doorway was at the end of the upstairs hallway after turning right at the landing. The door to her parents master bedroom was at the opposite end – the hallway to the left being a little shorter. As she looked out, she saw both doors on the right side of the hallway were closed. The one nearest to hers was Michael’s. He was a senior at the Catholic boys’ high school and was a guard on the basketball team. Her girlfriends said he was ‘hunky’ and she always told them to stop their comments but she secretly agreed with them.

Beyond Michael’s door was Shawn’s bedroom – at least when he was at home. He was a freshman at Stanford and while he had a room at the fraternity house he had pledged, he still seemed to prefer dinner at home and he stayed over several nights a week. Suzanne had thought for the longest time, probably all the way from pre-school up to first grade, that she would grow up and marry her oldest brother. She never really stopped loving him at all, always greeting his surprise visits with a kiss and a hug.

A quick glance down the hallway let her know that her parents door was closed – they never seemed to venture down to the kids’ rooms anyway.

The first door on the left was the bathroom she shared with her brothers and beyond that was the door to Gregory’s room. He was only thirteen months older than she and they were almost inseparable as youngsters. They were each other’s best friend growing up and they were still closer than most any brother/sister pair she knew. He was one of the lucky ones – he went from adorable as a baby to cute as a child to hot as a seventeen year-old with no awkward periods in between. One time Suzanne walked past the bathroom door as it was swinging closed and for only a second she saw the reflection of his back in the mirror over the sink as he climbed into the shower. A few moments later she climaxed under her sheets picturing his perfect butt.

She was surprised to see that the hallway light was on – that usually indicated someone had come upstairs to get something and planned on returning downstairs soon. Or it could mean that one of her brothers was already upstairs for the night and was in the bathroom. She left the door cracked about an inch – definitely open enough that someone would notice if they looked in that direction and grabbed her hairbrush off her dresser before climbing back on her bed. Standing on her knees, in clear sight of anyone who might be peeping at her through the gap she’d left, the sixteen year-old virgin with the Girl Next Door face and figure slowly peeled her T-shirt up and off her torso leaving herself naked from the waist up.

Next she moved her pillow to the foot of the bed – she didn’t want to be looking at the door in case she did get a visitor. And finally, to complete the setting to allow for the most tension, Suzanne slid her panties down her legs and then tied them in a tight figure-8 around her ankles. If she heard someone outside her door or even the door opening, she wouldn’t be able jump up and close it in time to avoid exposure. Before she could think about it any longer, the supremely nervous and excited young girl closed her eyes and started imagining Gregory’s firm sexy butt and his strong legs the way she saw him once before.

Her left hand dropped to her firm breasts, rubbing them slowly and sensuously as she thought about her brother slowly turning around, almost exposing his sex to her. She had seen several pictures, but never a real one, a living one. Her breathing deepened and her pulse climbed when she started rolling her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

She held the old polished Maple hairbrush in her other hand and started moving it across her torso from side to side, flipping the brush as she went. First the smooth, worn polished wood glided over her tight teenage flesh and then she would scrape herself so unbearably lightly with the bristles on the other side. Her hand moved lower and lower until it approached the top of her smooth, shaved pussy mound. With a quick flip, the bristles scraped across her tiny pink clitoral hood and the excited girl gasped from her bed. In what seemed like dead silence after her quick breath, Suzanne heard a similar sound from just beyond her door. Believing that whoever was in the hall could hear her heart pounding outside of her chest, she stopped breathing – but she let her hand guide the brush through the slick pink furrow between her lips. Once down and once back, so slowly and quietly she couldn’t believe it, before she heard Shawn’s voice.

“You okay, Suzy? Saw your door was opened – just thought I would close it for you. Goodnight – see you at breakfast.”

She counted sixty full seconds before she took an audible breath and used her hairbrush to rub herself off to a satisfying but customary climax. Yes, it was terribly exciting, wondering if her brother actually looked at her through the cracked door, but his reaction was so polite and restrained. She waited another minute and then replayed what had just happened with a slight difference. As she masturbated for the second time, she imagined her brother looking through the crack and seeing what was going on, striding into the room directly to Suzanne’s bed. This time he looked down at his sixteen year-old sister as she played with her swollen dark pink nips with one hand and slid the wooden brush handle around her virgin cunt with the other.

There was no polite, caring tone in his voice and nothing but lust lighting his eyes as he grasped her tit and cupped her pussy with his big hands. After a minute of feeling her, she imagined him unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. He called her his slut and when he ordered her to take is cock out of his pants, she climaxed again and at that moment she understood more about herself than she ever had.

In the end, it just made it easier to accept who she was that first day with Gaby and her brothers.

Steven pulled his cock out of his wife’s pussy, having just left a huge load after witnessing a red-neck boy with an attitude spit on Suzanne’s face as she sucked his ten-inch cock. The clerk extracted the pale python and when it had cleared the cute little pregnant slut’s mouth, he grabbed her head up by her hair and pulled her face up to his. With a sickening grin, he pressed his lips to hers and ran his tongue around her mouth before biting her lower lip, waiting to taste her blood and hear her cry before ending the kiss. Finally the groaning became whimpering and tears started down her cheeks. He let her bruised and bloody lip go and with his free hand kept her jaw wide open. His eyes kept shifting between husband and wife as he coughed and hacked and cleared his throat in what seemed to be slow motion. The grin deepened as neither husband nor wife seemed to object in any way. He tilted his head back, locked his lipsTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.