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I sat at Sally's hospital bedside with my mother. It had been three days since the accident. Sally had been smashed up pretty badly, and it was touch or go if she'd survive. 

"Come on, Sally, pull through, pull through," was Mother's mantra. I watched her repeating the words repeatedly, her head rocking as if to will some kind of life-force into her prone offspring.

I just looked at Sally's bruised face, momentarily cursing myself for letting her get so excited. I immediately put a stop to that. "We always blame ourselves," was a lesson I had learnt the hard way over the last six months.

A pretty nurse came to us and politely asked us to leave. I struck up a conversation with her as we went, and I observed a small smirk from Mother's mouth. 

"What?" I asked in confusion at Mother's expression as we slowly made our way along the hospital corridor.

Mother sighed, "You'll understand one day, I just hope Sally comes through to be my witness." 

A masculine figure urgently approached, his heavy steps accented by the echo of the corridor. He got to us and gasped. 

"Am I too late? I've only just heard, I've been away."

It was Father, gasping for breath in his urgent dash to make it to Sally's bedside. His forehead was sweating under his black dishevelled greasy locks. 

"We've just been asked to leave," Mother casually replied as Father pushed out a supporting hand upon her shoulder as he bent double to deeply inhale. 

"It's good to see you." 

Father looked up from under his fringe, his collar and tie untidily displaced in his dash, his creased raincoat opened wide for air.

"Is she okay?" 

"She's in a bad way, but the doctors say she'll be fine, she just needs rest," stoically lied Mother. I looked at her dumbfounded, wondering about her motive, knowing the precarious balance Sally's health was in.

"Thank god for that," Father huffed, slowly managing to straighten up. "Sorry, good to see you as well." 

Father didn't come home with us that night, which left me disappointed. I got a lift home with Mother, still wondering.

"Why did you lie about the state of Sally?" 

"Your father's weak when it comes to emotional subjects, Sally will be fine, why torture your dad for a night?"

Mother's optimism was infectious even though her prediction was utterly groundless.

"How can you be so confident?" 

"Do you really think they'd only just let us in to see her if she was in a precarious position?" 

There was some truth in Mother's logic, but it wasn't a certainty. It was good to know she cared for Sally and Father's worried mind, and despite seeing Sally's shattered body, I slept well that night.

The next morning, Mother's prediction was proved correct, and after college, I raced to the hospital to see Sally. I approached her bed and seeing her in such a beat-up state made me want to retch. One leg was suspended in plaster, as were her two arms. Her face was black and blue with a few stitches here and there.

I crept around in silence just in case she was asleep and caught her peering out from her black eyes. 

"How do I look?" she immediately asked, and I pondered on how relentless we humans were in our vanity. 

"Sally, you're alive, and you're wondering about how you look?"

"Well?" she groggily murmured.

"You look just as beautiful as you always do," I misinformed as bandages obscured most of her body.

"Liar!"

"On Halloween!" I joked.

"Oh, don't," she croaked as her body moved slightly, "tell me the truth."

"Well, you're out of the Cheerleaders group, and keep away from people of a nervous disposition."

"Oh!" she cried in pain, "Don't make me laugh." Sally winced, trying in vain to touch her wounded ribs with her incapacitated hands.
I felt slightly sick at her powerlessness in her restricted movements. 

"Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked on taking in the full repulsion of her disposition.

"James, I want you to close the door to my room and then fuck me."

I leant back in my chair, momentarily shocked. "Can't you have grapes like everyone else?" I quipped. "Sally, this is the morphine talking."

"I don't want to die a virgin," she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. I got up and wiped them for her to stop her painful struggle.

"You're not going to die," I mocked as I wiped her cheek.

"Please fuck me, you wanted to when I posed for our photographs, why not now?"

"There are seven good reasons I can think of straight away, "I laughed, "two broken arms, three ribs, your pelvis and your leg!"

"Any old excuse with you." 

"If you twist your body I may be able to slip it up your ass though!" I joked.

"James!"

"Oh, so not that much morphine then?" I chuckled heartily, slowly trailing off into silence. 

"How's Father?" Sally eventually asked.

"He's okay, Mother lied to him about your injuries to keep him calm."

"They've met?" she quipped hopefully, a small smile coming to her face. 

"Yes, Father was racing to see you but arrived too late, they had a brief chat in the corridor."

"Do you think he'll come back?" Sally asked with mournful optimism. 

"It's too early to say. Some time ago you hinted that it wasn't all Mother's fault even though she had just angered you. You talked as if you had something to hide." 

"I did, didn't I?" mused Sally, precariously picking her words.

"Does it have to do with the reason Father left?" I inquired.

"Partly, but they're both to blame."

"Really?"

"But the real reason was that Father was caught wearing my panties."

I leant back, shocked, with a dropped jaw.

"It was awful, I barged into my bedroom from the shower full of joy after being selected for the cheerleader team, and there was this monstrosity in my outfit admiring its panties in my mirror." 

The image of my father cross-dressed depressed me no end. It was okay for me to debase myself in such a way, but not my father. He was my role model, my superhero. 

"I didn't recognise him, you should have seen him, James, he had my new cheerleader outfit on with the pom-poms and my make-up with the lipstick smeared over his face, I screamed, it just wasn't him, he panicked and grabbed hold of me, and my towel dropped."

Poor Sally, I thought, her description was horrifying enough, but to actually be there?

Sally began to cry, "My towel dropped as he grabbed me, so I was naked and could feel his erection against me. I struggled and screamed and in came Mother."

"Oh, god!" I depressingly sighed as it was hard to take that your own father, your hero since a kid was just as perverted as yourself. The interrogations and accusations about my sexual preferences from Mother suddenly fell into place.

I sat in silence for an age until eventually, I heard Sally sigh.

"What's the matter?"

"I have an itch," she moaned as I took in her predicament, as both her arms were unable to move. I smiled.

"Do you want me to scratch your nose?" 

Sally looked at me and smiled, "It's not my nose."

"What then?"

Sally then parted her one right leg away from her suspended broken one, grimacing all the way.

"Please," she whispered, closing her eyes.

"Sally, this is the morphine talking, give it some time, or you'll regret it," I urged, not wanting to take advantage of my helpless sister.

"Please," was all she could come back with. Sally had been more than kind to me in my sexual and personal desperation. She had fixed me up with Gemma, supplied me with many of the cheerleaders' panties and stood up for me in the oppressive backlash by Mother. 

"Please," she soulfully muttered again, and I just had to please her. My hand crept under the sheets and crawled over her thigh down in between her legs. I pushed her nightdress up and stroked her pubic hair. Not being able to see what to work with brought my inexperience to the fore.  

I worked my finger into her, causing Sally to gasp in relief.

"Fuck, I've needed this," she sighed. Sally was sopping wet, and I quickly introduced a second finger, running my thumb up her moistened gash as I slid into her.

I worked her pussy good, giving her all the moves. Twisting my fingers, moving from side to side, opening her up for a third finger, which had her gasping, all the time with my thumb ploughing her furrow and teasing her clit. Her eyes went trance-like—something I put down to her enjoyment until I eventually heard the words.

"What's going on here?"

I looked around to see the pretty nurse from yesterday, and I quickly withdrew my hand. "Nothing, nothing," I denied, causing Sally to laugh interspersed with slight twinges to her injuries. 

I looked at the nurse. Thankfully, she was smiling, her sparkling pearly whites beaming from her mouth. Her eyes were big and blue, positively shining from her healthy tanned complexion, bringing out her natural beauty.

"Nothing?" she grinned as she shuffled from one foot to another.  She was all curves and plunging cleavage with shiny jet-black hair pulled back off her forehead. 

"Yes, nothing," I resolutely declared, causing Sally to laugh once more. I looked at Sally nervously for an instant before looking back at the nurse.

"And I suppose 'nothing' means not copping a feel of your helpless sister," the nurse sarcastically accused, crossing her arms across her ample breasts. 

"I don't know what you're on about," I defended, rapidly looking for a way out. Sally and the nurse laughed again as I stared at my sister, anxiously wondering in confusion at her betrayal.

"James," squeaked Sally awkwardly, "the nurse has been watching you for the last five minutes." 

"That I have!" luridly scoffed the nurse with a thick Irish accent. "Can you come this way, please?"

I looked at Sally, terrified. She smiled back. "Do as you're told," she teased in her best schoolmarm caricature.

I followed the nurse, worrying, but still marvelled at her peachy ass rolling in her tight dress, listening to the electric static of her stocking-clad thighs rubbing together.

I nervously wondered what sort of dressing down I was going to get, as I was sure this sort of thing regularly happened at hospitals. I was transfixed by the orders of an authority figure, unquestioning and obedient.  

She opened a door off the corridor and invited me to go in. I obediently walked in to find I was in an examination room. The nurse followed me in and quickly turned and locked the door.

She marched up to me and grabbed the waistband of my trousers and expertly had them undone and pulled them down around my ankles. I jumped in shock and immediately tried to regain ownership of my discarded clothing. 

She quickly pushed my hands away, disarming me with her beautiful smile. Her big blue eyes beamed up at me, and I realised I was not to be reprimanded but pleasured. 

She gently took my balls in her hand while teasing the end of my cock with her moist tongue. She circled it around the eye, quickly causing my cock to swell and push out of its foreskin. I looked down, mesmerised by her big beguiling eyes as my penis hardened. She took hold of my inflamed cock and rose off her knees. She held it to her deep cleavage and rubbed my cock there, smiling up at me all the time. 

My legs began to tremble at the sight of her rubbing my cock between her tits; she brought her tongue out and teased the end, causing me to grab her head as a flush of sexual excitement doused my head. 

The nurse stood up and smiled at me and then kissed me hard on the mouth. Our tongues danced, and I took the opportunity to hold and knead her buxom ass.

She pushed me away slightly, and both of her hands went up her dress. I watched mesmerised as her hands pushed up her skirt, revealing her black patterned stocking tops and black satin panties for an instant before she whipped them down.

She stared at my cock now fully erect.

"My, she wasn't exaggerating about the size of your penis," she gasped in admiration, licking her lips for what she was about to receive, "I'm going to enjoy having that in me."

The nurse stepped out of her panties and then gripped my cock. She looked around and then pulled me to the other side of the room. I had to hop as my trousers stopped me from walking and she took great delight in having me on my cock lead.

"I just love walking dogs," she joked and started to walk me in a circle. "Good doggie!" she laughed as I bounced around behind her. 

She stopped in the middle of the room and looked me in the face. She moved up and kissed me while keeping her hand gently rubbing me.

"That's a mighty fine bone you've got there," she joked, her Irish lilt coming to the fore.

"Woof!" I exclaimed, smiling and playing along.

"Let's see how well trained you are," the nurse grinned. "Now 'stay'," she commanded and went to the side of the room and sat on top of a sideboard.

"Stay!" she ordered as my eyes ranged in on the cave between her legs. 

"Stay, good doggie," she teased as she opened her legs wide, making her skirt ride up and expose her black patterned stocking tops and her moist vagina. 

The nurse took her index finger and slowly sucked it while staring at me with her sexy big blue eyes. She tantalised me by slowly finger fucking her ruby red lips while keeping her legs well parted.

My erect cock strained and dribbled pre-cum along with my wide opened mouth, slavering in lust. 

She slowly unbuttoned her dress and let her big tits out in their bra all the time her eyes flitted from my cock to my face.

She took her finger from her mouth, spread her pussy lips with one hand and penetrated herself with her lubricated finger. She slowly finger-fucked herself, and I could smell her sex. We both groaned, my dribbling mouth agape with anticipation.

She laughed to herself and chuckled, "Usually the master gives the dog a bone, but it looks like it's the dog that's going to be giving me one," her Irish accent becoming sexier by the minute.

I started to move towards her, driven mad by desire.

"Stay!" she demanded, pulling me up in my tracks. "Bad doggie!"

I howled like a dog at the moon. She laughed and then declared, "Just for that, you're going to have to beg for your supper."

I looked around in bewilderment before she commanded, "On your knees."

I fell to my knees instantly; when a goddess sits before you with her legs splayed, and the altar of the flesh is begging to be fucked, you do as you're told.

The nurse withdrew her finger and held her pussy wide open, her moist folds glinting in the light.

"Fetch!"

I shuffled on my knees with my unblinking eyes transfixed on her pussy, my tongue out, ready to dock! The nurse laughed.

"Come on, good boy!" she urged, slapping the top of her stocking-covered thighs.

I speared into her cunt tongue-first and pushed right up inside her! 

"Oh, good boy!" she applauded. "Eat your supper, lap it right up!" she purred.

I pulled back and brought my hands up to push her open by the stocking tops and lashed furiously at her gash. There was no finesse, just lash after lash after lash, licking her cunt like the hungry dog I was.

"Oh, good doggie," she squealed, stroking the hair on my bobbing head. I started to circle her hood, but before I could get to her clit she grabbed me by the ears and pulled me up.

"No time for that," she declared before kissing me hard while reaching for my cock. She pushed her ass to the edge of the cupboard. "Now give this dog your bone!"

I ploughed into her gaping gash, and she writhed and moaned as I worked my way in. Her face gnarled in her struggle to take me as she bit her lip and tried to push me back by my shoulders. It was not enough to stop my phallic advance as I took her to the hilt. The nurse cried out in pleasure and pain, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

I urgently smashed into her, going straight to the fast strokes, pounding the depths of her cunt. 

"Oh! Bad doggie!" she cried as my balls swung manically in my insistent fucking. My face plunged deep into her cleavage as bottles of tablets began to fall from the shelves around us as we thrashed about, the cupboard rocking with every thrust.

"Fuck, that's a hell of a cock!" she barely managed to squeal as I went into the short strokes, causing more bottles to fall. 

"Oh, god!" she yelled.

"Oh god," I replied as we held onto each other as the room seemed to fall apart around us.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," I cried in dismay, "sorry!"

"It's okay, don't hold back, don't hold…" she garbled before her voice broke and she cried out in ecstasy.

I shot deep into her, pumping her hard again and again to make sure she got the full benefit of my cock. I was coming to the end of my ejaculations and put on a small sprint of extracurricular fucking at buzz-saw pace, causing her to shriek. 

I became exhausted but still fucked on, tiredly slamming into her on autopilot, giving her every last drop of my seed as bottles of tablets rolled around and fell to the floor. My knees gave out, and I fell on her, exhausted.

"Sister O'Hara!" came a female voice from outside. "You're wanted on the ward."

The nurse pushed my leaden body up and fuelled by the nervousness of being caught, we quickly straightened our dress. As the nurse got to her panties, she threw them at me. 

"Here's another pair for your collection," she giggled.

I grabbed them in confusion; there was only one way the nurse knew: Sally.  

We both hurried back to the ward, straightening our dress en route. We burst into Sally's room out of breath with our dishevelled clothes hopelessly giving us away. Sally burst out laughing as soon as she saw us. I felt like we looked, a couple that had just had a quickie. In my embarrassment, I hadn't identified the two overshadowing figures in my periphery.

"Mum, Dad, this is my friend Julia, it looks like she's made a new friend in James," she giggled. Mother stepped forward and offered her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Julia, I hope our children have been treating you well," she teased. Julia coughed and brought her hands out from behind her body, trying in vain to smooth down her creased dress. She shook hands with Mother, blushing profusely, finding it hard to keep eye contact. 

"Nice to meet you," she quietly said, almost going into a curtsy as if she were meeting royalty. She awkwardly shook Mother's hand, and I could see Father winking at me in approval.

I was caught with my pants down, but I didn't care as my mother and father were together again, united for their care for Sally. 

After a time, Sally recovered enough to come home. Her leg was still in a bad way, and she had to make do with living downstairs for a while. The nurse, Julia often visited her, and it was apparent they were more than just good friends. On more than one occasion, the sounds of them lost in the throes of orgasm would be broadcast while Mother, Father and myself were at the kitchen table. 

I still expected Mother to be outraged by such behaviour, but instead, she cried with laughter. The orgasmic audio transmission from Sally's downstairs bedroom would often turn my parents on, and they would make their excuses and leave the kitchen for their bedroom.

Often I was left listening to the sounds of Sally and Julia munching the carpet downstairs, and Mother and Father fucking upstairs. It was always too much for a young buck to bear, and I'd always find myself following my erection to Gemma's house. Hopefully, she'd be alone, and I'd be spared the attentions of the amorous Mrs Leighton.

In time, Sally had healed enough to make an attempt on the stairs aided by her crutches. I stood behind her to make sure I'd catch her if she fell. 

"It'll be good to sleep in my own bed," she grimaced as she slowly took each stair one by one. 

"True, and it will be good to eat dinner without the sound of you and Julia eating each other's asses," I let out carelessly.

"What!" exclaimed Sally, coming to a halt with a face of deadly concern. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, come on, Sally, we didn't want to spoil your fun."

"We?" she yelled, clinging onto the bannister for balance; such was her indignation.

"Yeah, Mother and Father as well, we couldn't help it, surely you knew you were being heard?" 

"Oh God, how embarrassing," gasped Sally as she returned to climbing the stairs.

I chuckled to myself and then said, "You certainly proved an aphrodisiac around here," I quipped as for once I was not on the end of the teasing. "As soon as you and Julia started crying out, Mother and Father were at it as well!"

"And you?" asked Sally as she continued her climb. "Left masturbating, I suppose?" 

"No!" I joyfully renounced. "I was off over to Gemma's house."

"You've been fucking Mrs Leighton?" challenged Sally in shock, quickly rounding on me as she reached the top of the stairs.

"No, Gemma, if she was in."

"And if she wasn't?" I was about to answer when a cry went out from our parents' bedroom.

"Get your ass in the air!" we heard Father demand, followed by the sound of a sharp spank.

"Oh!" we heard Mother yelp as her ass was tanned. Sally and I covered our mouths to contain our mirth. Sally was struggling to stay upright on her one crutch.

"You love daddy's dick?" Father cried before the sound of another spank hit Mother's ass.

"Oh, yeah! I love daddy's dick!" shouted Mother, her voice going up an octave as she took the full benefit of Father's cock.

"I'm gonna nail your ass!" shouted Father.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" pleaded Mother.

I turned to Sally. "You know, Father really should learn some new lines," I joked. I looked at Sally, who hadn't taken in what I was saying.

"Fuck, that's hot," she sighed, "Let's get to my bedroom, better still let's go to yours, I don't want to hear those two at it."

"Why not?"

"Because it's getting me wet, that why!"

We sat on my bed, and in our aroused state, we decided to look at Sally's nude album. She slowly flicked over the pages, admiring herself. 

"God, if only I knew I was going to end up with a shattered body like this…" she sighed, "I'd have let you take hundreds."

I laughed. "I don't think my potboiler would have been able to manage that," I joked, "I was close to bursting just doing these!"

Sally giggled and looked at me. "You were, weren't you?" she chuckled. I looked at the photograph I took last and remembered my animal urges taking over.

"Sally, please don't feel ill towards me but..." Sally looked at me, astounded. "I'm sorry, but on that last picture it became too much for me to handle and…" 

"And what?" Sally asked with trepidation. 

"Well, I almost slipped into you, " I confessed.

"Slipped into me! What do you think I am, a pair of slippers?" 

"Well, a far better fuck, I hope."

"Are you joking?"

"No, seriously, I shot three spurts of cum on your ass and then I wanted to penetrate you."

"Oh my god!" 

"Just for a couple of spurts!"

"Just a couple, James, you have no idea, do you?"

"Yes I do, I know it would be incest, but I got carried away and stupidly thought you wouldn't mind a couple of thrusts."

Sally screamed with laughter, "My god, you're dumb." 

"Yeah okay, okay. I know better now, I'm experienced, I don't need to fuck my own sister." 

Sally carried on laughing, finding it hard to get the words out. 

"For all your experience, you still haven't a clue, have you?"

"Yes, I have, I know it's wrong to fuck your sister."

"Oh, forget about that, we all get carried away once in a while. Many brothers and sisters have gone on once they've got carried away."

"So what don't I know?"

"James! Your cock is huge!" she revealed.

"It's bigger than the boys at college, I'll admit, but it's no more significant than the cocks you see on those videotapes you're so fond of watching."

"James, do you really think the size of cock those porn stars are packing is the norm?"

"Er, well, I've never thought about it."

"What about Andrea at the party?" Sally suggested. "Oh my god, how will I ever get one of those inside me?" Sally mocked, taking off Andrea. "Don't think the cheerleaders didn't notice your bulge every time you watched us practice, and Nurse Julia defiantly wanted to try you out because of your size."

"How did she know?"

"I told her and Mrs Leighton."

"I never fucked Mrs Leighton." 

"She sure as hell wanted to try! Remember that blowjob she gave you? She said she couldn't fuck you because she was on the blob! That was a lie, I found out you scared the shit out of her with your size." 

"When did she tell you that, and why were you so concerned if I fucked Mrs Leighton?" 

Sally sighed and paused, mulling over her thoughts before saying, "You don't think she let me stay there all that time for free, do you?"

"Oh no, what did she have you do?"

"In lieu of food and rent, I went down on her once a day," Sally admitted.

"Oh, no, Sally!" I began to chastise before thinking of my acts of hypocrisy.

"It was okay, In fact, I learnt how to eat pussy from an expert, it's just that she was a little lax when it came to hygiene. I was worried I may have tasted Father's sperm while licking her out. The thought of also tasting you is a little weird."   

"She told you about screwing Father and blowing me?"

"Well, she would, wouldn't she? She's proud of her reputation as the 'hoe across the road'. We'd get home from college, strip naked before her, get on my knees and take turns eating her out."

"We? Who else was there?"

"Whoever was about."

"Is that all, she never used a strap-on on you?"

"A what? Anyway, if she fancied a change, she's just spanked us."

"What about Gemma?" I urgently asked as the thought of her only wanting me for my dick size was depressing.

"Hey, whatever gets your through the front door, if you'll pardon the pun!"

"Oh, no!" I sighed inconsolably.

"Don't worry, she's still with you, isn't she? Let me tell you, no relationship of any substance survives on dick size alone," Sally japed, "I wasn't worried about incest that time of the photoshoot I was worried about the pain!"

"Pain?"

"Fuck me, yeah, you'd have split this little virgin in two!"

"Virgin?"

"Well, a cock virgin!" 

A silence descended on the conversation as I took in Sally's words. The sound of our parents' lovemaking slowly permeated my bedroom as we sat side-by-side, looking at Sally's naked provocative poses. The duel effect had my penis up hard, and I sensed Sally's breath becoming shorter.

"Look," Sally directed, her stare grazing my loins, "your stiffy is so prominent."

I joined Sally in her examination of my erection, making a tent pole in my trousers. I felt gullible as I was aware that I bulged outwards but never considered anyone would be interested enough in my penis to ever look.

The attention my dick was receiving caused me to twitch and Sally giggled as my little rushes of blood caused my trousers to move up and down. I gasped as the twitches came to an end only to make me more aware of the different sexual sounds mother and father were making.

"Oh god, don't they ever stop?" moaned Sally, the persistent audio eroticism beginning to get to her. "They must be in a different position."

Sally put the album to one side and leant over my lap. "What makes your cock twitch like that?" 

I stroked the back of her head as I mulled over her question, "I don't know, a favourite picture, a certain act…"

"A favourite pair of panties?" Sally mischievously cut in with a giggle. She then got the album of her nude photographs and opened it at the beginning.

"Let's put you to the test," she proposed, pointing to a favourite picture of mine and then looking for any little jerks in the front of my trousers. Her inexperience surprised me as I could easily pretend that all the images were exciting me and push blood into my cock to simulate excitement. I decided to have a little fun and played along.

Sally held out picture after picture, and when I saw one I really liked, I pushed blood into my cock to make it bounce in an artificial excitement.

"Oh, he likes that one," Sally delightfully squealed as her head went low over my loins to watch me twitch, "let's see what else he likes?"

She opened the album with a picture of her lying prone with her head propped up by her hands and one leg bent. The pose presented her pussy wide open with her sultry, 'fuck me' expression. I didn't need to pretend on this photograph as it was so erotically charged.

My cock twitched automatically, and Sally squealed in delight again. 

"What part of my body is making your cock do that?" she enquired.

"Your facial expression." 

"No way," derided Sally, "It's my spread pussy, isn't it? It's definitely not my face or little tits!"

"You'll be surprised what does the trick," I countered, unsure of what was precisely eliciting feelings of eroticism. 

"What about this, then?" examined Sally, holding up the picture of her peachy ass, where only seconds later, I ejaculated upon.
My cock reacted, and Sally howled with laughter, delighted with her newfound power. As her laughter died down, the loud cries of Mother approaching orgasm flooded the house, driving Sally to distraction. 

Sally desperately heaved a sigh, "Oh, this is getting too much!" Sally sprightly got to her feet, pushing up on her crutches and then hobbled to the doorway.

"Wait there!" she strictly commanded with a determined intonation.

I put the photo album away and lay back on my bed. It was only minutes before amorous sounds slowly started in my parents' bedroom. I had to agree with Sally; it was ball-bustlingly frustrating to hear them in such ecstasy.

I heard Sally limp down the landing towards me. She burst in through the door, wearing her full cheerleader's costume. 

She closed the door and awkwardly twirled on one leg, making her pleated skirt spun and rose, showing off her sexy white panties.

She stopped and looked me in the eye. 

"Come on, don't pretend you've never wanted to fuck a cheerleader in her costume." 

She stood as dominantly as possible as I studied her white socks, pleated skirt, and tight top. She looked terrific, and in my long-drawn-out arousal, she looked ripe to fuck.

"Get your kit off and lay back on the bed, I'm gonna ride you cowgirl style!" Sally ordered.

I excitedly pulled off trousers, pants and socks in one stroke, my shirt and jumper in another. 

"Gosh, that was quick, you're hot to trot! " She giggled as I lay back on the bed, holding up my phallus for her to skewer herself upon. 

Sally twirled her skirt again, giving me a tantalising glimpse of her white panties. "Do you want to fuck me panties on or off?" she haughtily asked. "Ah, I can tell by your twitching cock you want me to keep them on, you kinky sod!" 

"Yes, please!" I gasped, mouth agape and eyes bulging. 

Sally slowly climbed over me and then straddled my prone body. Her skirt fluttered down over my cock, and her panty gusset slightly grazed my hard balls.

Sally sat upright and took the hem of her skirt and lifted. I looked at her exposed cute panties and gasped.

I went into an erotic delirium as she sighed and then rasped, "Could you honour me and push my panties to one side so we can fuck!"

I caught my breath and moved my hand onto Sally's wet gusset to push it to one side. Sally tucked the hem of her skirt into her waistband so I could see what was going on. 

She delicately took my cock and put it perpendicular to the bed, and then lifted her leg, ready to mount.

"Remember, I'm a cock virgin, so I may take some time taking you in," Sally excused before introducing my inflamed cock head to her pussy lips.

She slowly lowered herself down over the initial head but stopped with a cry before it was entirely inside her.

"Oh god," she gasped as she stopped to let her pussy stretch around my cock, "this beast is going to take some taming," she croaked.

My hands went out and held her lithe waist, holding her up in case she fell down upon my unforgiving spike. Sally gasped and put a hand on my chest and grimaced as she let herself down only a matter of millimetres. I looked at her spread pussy, stretched to capacity, her panties a severe casualty to my hard invading cock.

Sally kept still, extending her pussy's capacity, biting her lip in an attempt to control her breathing. As soon as she inhaled, she cried out a little, as a mere breath in was painful.

"Are you okay, Sally?" as I watched her pussy painfully broadened. She tried to spread her legs wider to take me, gasping with every little movement. She gasped again as she lowered herself a few more millimetres, her head tilting back and forth to ride the pain.

"Fuck I can see why Mrs Leighton was scared to take this on," she croaked.

"You don't have to do this, Sally," I offered, although I would have been disappointed if she suddenly unsaddled herself.

"No, I'm going to ride this cock if it's the last thing I do!" she boldly declared, her ambition surpassing her want of pleasure.

Sally suddenly dropped another ten millimetres, and she cried out loudly as she spread, her breathing rapidly intensifying.
She croaked and groaned and then leant forward to stop my cock burrowing up her. I slipped my hands up her top and held her bra-bound tits.

"Hmm, nice and solid," I praised. "Honk, honk!" I joked, lightening the sombre mood that Sally's agonising quest had created. 

"Oh, don't," laughed Sally, "this is hard enough as it is."

I bucked my hips slightly to move my cock into her. 

"Bastard," Sally grimaced and pushed herself up and slapped my balls in retaliation. She hit me dead centre, and it was my turn to writhe, my body jerking in pain.

"Keep still!" begged Sally, as the smallest movement of my cock hurt her.

My hands went under her bra and took hold of her hard nipples. I held her upright so she would have to rely on her limbs to stop from plunging down on my cock.

"Let go of my tits!" Sally laughed.

"No, I'm holding you there until your legs tire, and you plunge down on my cock," I laughed.

I felt Sally try to move upwards to dismount, but luckily her perky tits were hard enough for me to feel her move and pull her downwards.

"Oh, you bastard, let me off!" she laughed, still impaled on me. "I'll hit your balls," she threatened.

"And I'll pull you straight down!"

We stayed still, Sally impaled with my cock halfway in her while I held her in place with my hands tightly squeezing her nipples.

"Let go of my tits, please," Sally begged, "I won't go, I promise."

I decided I would let her go, but it was too late. 

"James, I'm falling, help me!" she cried in panic.

I pulled my hands off her tits and went to grab her waist, but she plummeted down on my cock and screamed. She leant forward on my chest, grimacing.

"Sally, are you okay?"

"Oh fucking hell, am I still in one piece?" she joked. We both started to laugh as she lay on top of me with my cock deep in her.

I cuddled her as she kept still, and eventually, my hand went down and into her skirt. I felt her hard ass and stroked her panties, causing my cock to twitch inside her.

"You do love your panties, don't you?" croaked Sally as I carried on caressing. 

"Hmm, that little movement is nice," she gasped, "keep going."

I carried on stroking her cute white panties, causing my cock to minutely twitch inside her. Sally heaved a sigh of pleasure in my ear before biting my neck.

This was paradise, feeling my sister's sexy pure panties in my hands while my cock was embedded within her. I pushed more blood into my cock, and Sally immediately groaned in pleasure. She was so petite that the smallest of movements reverberated through her slender body.

"I want you, big brother!" she croaked and giggled at her Orwellian pun as I carried on stroking the curves of her ass.

I squeezed both of her butt cheeks. "Honk, honk!" I joked again.

"Hey, let's have a little respect for your lay if you don't mind," Sally castigated, still reeling from the benefit of my entrenched cock.  

I grabbed her tightly around the waist. "Watch it, little girl, or I might give the full length of my barrel!" I threatened, pulling my cock back, ready to ram into her.

"No, don't, please!" Sally urgently squealed, "I'll explode!"

"Just remember who's boss," I evilly smirked as I held her ass cheeks hard, ready to plunge into her.

"Oh sorry, master, you're the boss, and I'm such a naughty little girl!"   

We both burst out laughing, for as ever, Sally had seen the joke in my threat. My chuckling sent reverberations through my body, and Sally quickly held my shoulders.

"James!" she cried.

"What?" 

"I'm cumming!"

Sally cried out loudly, and her shimmering body sent exotic mini-strokes to my cock! Sally shrieked her orgasm, and I quickly covered her mouth, knowing how easy it was to be heard. Her tiny snatch shuddered, and with the slightest of movement, I ejaculated hard up into the very depths of her pussy.

My throbbing penis expanded with every throw, and Sally cried out as her well was stretched out yet again. I flooded deep into her gash as I struggled to hold my hand over her mouth in cries of ecstasy. 
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