Chapter 7
It was almost three o'clock in the morning after we had all washed up and were seated in the dining room eating bacon, eggs, and toast as fast as Mother and Rhoda could cook them. But it was over coffee afterwards that Adam Farrington made his offer!
"Well, Bud and Margie, Greg, and you three lovely young girls," he said, gaining the attention of all of us. "Being a businessman, I may sound a little callous. But I want you to know that our offer is sincere, that we like you all, and have your best interests at heart and our own enjoyment, we hope, will add to yours.
"Bud," he addressed Dad, looking at him belt down his third straight shot of whiskey and also pour one into his coffee. "Rhoda has told me all about you people. I know that you have a drinking problem. I don't care. I know that you also handle the financial affairs and that business is good...."
"Damnit, Adam!" Jeffrey declared, banging his fist-on the table. "Get to the point, you're not negotiating a big sale or a labor contract."
"Thanks for telling me, Jeff," Adam responded with no little tone of sarcasm. "All right. I'll put it bluntly. Bud ... we want to buy you and your whole family here. We want to set you up and have you ready for us...."
"Hey! Wait a damn minute!" Greg spoke up. "This cock ain't for sale! It's...."
"Don't waste time with words that bother you, Greg," Mom rebuked him, showing a keen interest in what Adam had to say. "You've sold your cock since you were seventeen. Let's listen ... and then make our observations."
"Thank you," Adam said, smiling at Mom. "Perhaps it was best that I did put it so bluntly and crudely at first. Now, I can talk more reasonably to you. The three of us would like to buy you a very luxurious beach home somewhere north of Miami. We all spend a lot of time in Florida since the jet-age, and the surroundings seem best for this plan.
"The title to the house and grounds will be in your name. You will always have at least two late model cars. You will have a maid...."
"And what a maid!" Al interrupted. "She's a French gal about twenty-three. I arranged a visa for her the last time I was in Paris. I've known her a couple of years. She works as a maid at a big hotel there, but she's nuts about coming to the States."
"B: I may continue...." Al said, clearing his throat. "For your clothing, food, pocket money, and all other expenses, there will be a bank account maintained for you. Whenever it runs lower than a five thousand dollar balance, all Bud will have to do is call me or my secretary in New York, and another five thousand will be deposited.
"It will be expected that most of you will be at home most of the time, but we will try to let you know in advance when any of us or all of us will be down for an orgy. We will also allow certain of our very closest and discreet friends to visit you, either by themselves or with us. And I do not want any jealousies to pop up in the family in case one of us should take a particular liking to one of you individually.
"I know you're doing well financially as it is, but I don't think you'll find anything to beat this offer.
'What about in future years?" Dad asked, and I could tell that he was considering all the angles. "Margie and I have several good years left on us, but what of our future after that. We all have to grow old sometime."
"Yes ... we all do," Adam reminded Dad. "Al, Jeff, Rhoda and I ... we'll grow old too. What you have failed to realize, beside that, is that the estate will be yours! When the four of us have left the scene, maybe you can sell the place for half a million dollars ... if we can find a place like I want. Or, you can live there the rest of your lives. The kids have thirty good years ahead of them if they play things right. You can save a lot of money and make a lot of money after the four of us are gone. And ... we're not kidding ourselves. You'll be making a little money on your own from the start. Our only condition is that you never bring a client to the house, or let anyone know your real names or where you live.
"A life of luxury, freedom from want ... it's all yours ... a sure thing, not a situation of wondering how many more years you have left to make it...."
"I'm sold!" Dad said, banging his fist on the table. "Let's accept it right now. Adam's right, we can't find a thing to beat it!"
"Just a minute," Greg objected, scowling at Adam and creating the first personality clash. "How about homos? I don't dig that stuff."
"You've done it before," Dad reminded him.
"Yeah, yeah!" Greg admitted grudgingly. "But only when the price was right and it didn't happen too often."
'It would be a rare thing, I'm sure," Adam told them. "Bud's not that way, either, but has submitted to it on occasions. I would think there would be less of that than you experience now."
"Oh, great!" I exclaimed, jumping up from the table after it was agreed to all around. "And I know the perfect place! My friend Kathy told me that her parents were trying to sell their big estate with a secluded private swimming pool, and just everything! And it's just north of Miami Beach!"
How perfectly wonderful everything seemed to work out. They bought Kathy's house, and she had only written me about it a few days before. Her father had decided it was too 'luxurious" for them to maintain. But they were still going to live in the Miami Beach area, and our "buyers" certainly had no objection to Kathy visiting us just because she got kicks with me and liked orgies.
Within two weeks we had moved in and were almost settled. Dad put all the money we had into savings accounts that would grow and grow. From then on, we would have no need for money. Or, maybe I should say that all we'd have to do was write checks when we needed money.
Bobby was a little confused about ah the big deal and moving so quickly and he was given a lot of doubletalk. I figured he knew more about what was going on than we thought he did. I also recalled that Mom and Dad had said one time that he had to be fourteen before he joined in with us. The day after, he was fourteen, I remembered, but I don't think anyone else did.
Our French maid hadn't come yet, and Bobby and I were alone at the house that afternoon. Everyone else had gone into Miami to do a lot of shopping. I knew they wouldn't be back for hours. But that smarty ldd brother of mine! As it turned out, he was the aggressor. Of course, I'd seen him playing with his cock a dozen times and told him it was "naughty" and that he was an exhibitionist. But ... he had never been fourteen before.
I was in my bikini and going out to the pool There he was, the little smarty. He was lying down on the thick grass over in the shade, completely naked and playing with his two or three inch pecker as it stuck up in the air. I guess it was pretty close to three inches when he got it worked up good and hard, but it was slim. It was cute, too! For a long time, I had wanted to suck it off and I had wondered how his inexperienced tongue would feel on my cunt, if he would like to play with my tits, how his buttocks would look spread apart, how they would feel if I fondled them?
"What're you doing, Bobby?" I asked as I walked up to him, aware that he knew we were alone for most of the day. "You'll end up with warts all over your fingers if you keep doing that."
"Crap!" he said. "You know it's a bunch of crap too ... and you know what I'm doing. I'm playing with my prick. I'm masturbating it. But I got to be more careful with it now. It shoots out white stuff."
"That means you're getting to be a big boy, Bobby," I told him, lying down beside him with my head propped up as he continued with his playing. "Have you ever done anything with it to a girl? That white stuff could make her pregnant."
"I know that, silly," he sassed me, working it up and down faster. "But some of the guys I know told how to do it safe. You pull it out right before you start creaming. But ... naw, I haven't ever gone all the way with a girl yet."
"Does it make you hot when you see Vickie or Melody or Mom or I undressed ... or nearly undressed?" I asked him.
"You make me hot now, damn it!" he exclaimed.
T can see nearly everything you've got. They way you're leaning on your arm, I can see one whole tit. I spied on you and Vickie one night too. You were both naked and I got real hard and jacked it off twice. How come you like to do it with a girl ... and with your mouth?"
"Nearly everybody does," I said licking my lips and slipping my hand under the elastic band at the top of my bikini briefs. "Girls like to suck on boys' peckers too, and make them come in their mouths."
"Really!" he exclaimed, working himself around so he could see down my bikini briefs as I pulled the band out. T heard guys talk about it, and I heard that boys do the same thing to girls .t. I mean, sucking and licking, like you and Vickie."
"You should see Mom suck off Dad's prick, Bobby," I told him, giving him a little kiss on his ear lobe and blowing into it. "She puts the whole thing in her mouth and sucks and sucks and sucks until Dad comes and shoots a big load of cream in her mouth."
"Gee...! Does ... she swallow it?"
"Every last drop," I said, pushing my bikinis down below my crotch to let him see it all. "And I've sucked pricks too...."
"Did you swallow it?"
"Every ... last ... drop," I repeated, slower and with more feeling. T like to suck it all out. It tastes good and makes me healthy."
"Your hairs down there are a lot lighter than Mom's," he commented. "Nobody's here. Why don't you take everything off too ... and then well be even."
Without saying anything, I slipped the bikinis down my legs and kicked them aside. I unhooked the top in back and threw it over by the briefs. I put a knee up, bending my legs and parting them so that Bobby could see my open pussy. I then began to massage my right breast and pinch the nipple to make it swollen and hard. His eyes were about to pop out of his head.
"Gee-gosh!" he said, greatly excited. "Your tits are almost as big as Mom's. But ... how come Vickie's are bigger than yours and she's only eighteen?"
'Well, some girls are built differently," I explained, reaching down to spread the lips of my cunt. "See my pussy? The lips on it are swollen and puffed out just a little. Melody doesn't have a real hp formation yet. Some girls have big lips, and some women have their inner lips so long that they stick out."
"What're 'inner lips'?" he asked, leaning over for a better view as I reached inside my pussy and pulled out a pink piece of flesh. "That's an inner lip, Bobby. And it's very sensitive. When somebody plays with it or sucks on it, it makes me so hot that I can come ... but I don't have any cream like men do."
"I knew that," he said, more" and more entranced. "A guy I know watches his sister and her boyfriend fuck nearly every Saturday night on her side porch. The girl gets real juicy in there before you start to go all the way."
"And this is my clit, Bobby," I continued my explanation, rubbing the little button. "The real name is clitoris, but most girls call it a clit. It's the most sensitive part of a girl's sex parts, and it will make her come if it's just rubbed or sucked just a little bit...."
"I don't see anything there," Bobby cut in, propping himself up and putting his face very close to my crotch.
"That's because there's a lot of flesh around it," I went on. "Some women have ones that you can see, and some have ones that stick out like a tiny, tiny penis. But here, feel it...."
I took hold of his hand and led it to my pussy. He wasn't a bit nervous, and I was glad. He was a cute kid, my kid brother, and he had a natural "Wilson" interest in sex. He stuck out his index finger, and I guided it to the right place and let him take it from there. He found the little mound almost immediately and began to rub it until I was just about to come.
"You sure are all juicy," he remarked. "Does that mean you're real hot?"
"Yes, Bobby!" I exclaimed breathlessly, speaking very fast. "Oh, Bobby ... keep rubbing my clit. I'm going to come."
T am too!" he told me, working his little cock.
"No! Don't! Not yet!" I begged him. "I'll show you why in a minute. Please, Bobby ... make me come right now! Oh! I'm coming, Bobby! You're making me come, you cute little baby brother, you...."
Our naked bodies felt good together as I rolled over and hugged and squeezed him. I could feel his hard little prick nudging my pubic mound through my hairs, and I knew what I wanted. I was going to be first, no matter what the rest of them wanted. So, I scooted down along the soft grass until my head was in line with his cock. I threw an arm over his hips so that I was hovering above it.
"I'm going to suck it, Bobby!" I said with much emotion, feeling so very sexy in spite of my recent orgasm. "Your twenty-year-old-nearly twenty-one-year-old-naked big sister is going to suck your cock!"
"Go ... ahead," he stuttered, pushing his fingers down around the base of it so that it stuck up more.
He has a nice little prick, so clean and so little hair, so well-formed. No big veins distract from its appearance and his balls have barely dropped yet. My mouth was very wet, my saliva glands seemed to be working overtime. A thrill went through my whole body when my tongue made the first contact with the soft little head. As I lolled it all around the head, I could see that my saliva was drooling down the shaft.
"Connie ... that feels good!" he exclaimed, and I felt the cock pulsate as I slid my lips tightly around the head and went down.
The sensation was delightful, wonderful, terrific! The most different sensation I had known in a long time. I went up and down on it with such ghding ease. When I had it all the way in, I still had enough room to suck his little balls in too. I let it stay in my mouth like that, balls and all, and I could still have enough room to swirl my tongue around his cock and press and push at his balls with it.
"Do you ... want me to ... to tell you when I'm about ... to come?" he asked me breathlessly, his hips moving and squirming instinctively.
"Only if you feel like it," I managed to gurgle out while still keeping part of his cute little cock in my mouth.
"Well ... it's now!" he screamed, humping his pelvis up to me with a violent shudder. "Oh, Sis ... Connie. You make it feel so good...!"
As his voice died away and I felt the little discharge begin to squirt from his cock, I let the balls fall out, but kept my lips tightly around the shaft. I let his come rest on my tongue to enjoy the fullness of its strange, "little boyish" flavor. The feel of his small cock throbbing as it began to diminish in size intrigued me. I then swallowed his delicious cream and let the wilted cock slip from my lips.
"Connie! That was ... oh, gosh, that was the first time I ever had anything like that," he told me very excitedly. "I've had other boys jack it off ... and there's a queer at school ... I let him suck it off once. But a real woman practically! Wow! Wait until I tell the guys about this!"
"Bobby!" I screeched at him, grabbing his shoulders. "If you ever want me to do that again to you ... if you ever want me to let you fuck me, or play with my tits or ... or anything ... even see me naked, you better keep quiet about this! Do you understand?"
"Yeah ... I'm sorry, Connie," he said sullenly but sincerely, then added excitedly, "But ... couldn't I tell them I met a girl in a movie and she took me to her house because her parents weren't at home ... and she sucked me off?"
"I suppose," I said. "Just be damn sure, you get your story straight, Bobby. Because if anything ever got out about your having sex with your own sister, it could be disastrous."
"I know how to keep my mouth shut," Bobby said, looking me straight in the eye. "I know those people from New York are paying for us to live here and have everything we want. I never said anything about it to anybody. But I'm not dumb, Connie. I know Dad's fucked you and Vickie. You and Vickie let those men screw you and so does Mom. And that Mrs. Farrington has sex with you too. I know...."
"I'm not surprised, Bobby," I said, giving him a very affectionate kiss on his lips. "You're a pretty smart kid. I'm glad I have you for a brother. Melody ... she's also in on everything now, and it's time you were too. Just don't say anything to Mom or Dad or I Melody or Vickie. Let me tell them about it tonight. I don't think well have anything to worry about."
"Gosh!" Bobby said with a big smile. "I'm finally going to get in on the hot stuff. Can I kiss your pussy, Connie?"
I lay down and put my legs apart. He was terribly amateurish, but his lips and tongue were wet and felt good as they slushed around inside my hot pussy. I had two good orgasms from him, and then I fell asleep on the grass.
It was two in the afternoon when I woke up, and took my bikini and walked back into the house to take a shower and have a bite to eat. There was a note on the kitchen table from Bobby reading that he was going out to see a couple of his friends. I smiled, knowing the poor kid could hardly wait to tell his slightly altered, "no real names used" story of his first sex experience with a woman. And, I thought he would have an even better story to tell after he had actually fucked me ... or Mom or Vickie or Melody or Mrs. Farrington or Kathy. I realized how endless the list really was, and what a sweet deal we had going for us.
I had just finished eating a sandwich with a big batch of potato chips and a dill pickle, when I thought I heard a car driving up to the front of the house. The rest of the family wouldn't be back for another hour from then, I had figured, or maybe even two hours.
Could it be Mrs. Farrington, or one of our male "owners." I wondered. I gulped down the last of my iced tea and stood up. I had on hot pants and a blue, V-neck blouse, nothing else. I shrugged my shoulders, thinking that I wouldn't have to let any strangers in if I didn't want to.
When the doorbell rang, I smoothed down the front of my hot pants (they were a size too small), and went to answer the door.