Chapter 1
"Come on, Cassie, show it to me."
Peggy Shannon had just come into the house, her arms loaded with grocery bags, when she heard the pleading sound in her son's voice.
It was what she had been afraid of.
"Why should I, Stevie?" Cassie replied.
"Why not?" Peggy heard her son say. "You let all those other guys see it."
"Not really," Cassie teased. "Not everything."
"You let them look up your dress," Stevie said firmly. "I saw you do it. Why can't I see, too?"
"They only see my panties, Stevie," Cassie said, a low giggle in her voice. "That's all I let them see."
"But I'm not one of them!" Stevie whined. "I'm your brother!"
"Brothers are not supposed to look up their sisters' dresses, Stevie."
Peggy's legs shook as she moved into the kitchen, out of range of the voices. She set the bags on the table, then leaned against the sink, gripping the edge hard. She, too, had noticed her daughter letting her dress ride up her slender thighs whenever boys were around, giving them a quick peek at her panties. That was when she should have said something.
Peggy straightened and quietly entered the living room again, listening to their voices.
"... only if you don't go bragging, Stevie," she heard Cassie say. "A guy isn't supposed to brag, you know. It makes a girl mad and she won't do it anymore."
"I won't brag, Cassie," Stevie replied.
"Bullshit!" Cassie giggled. "All boys brag!"
"No, I promise, Cassie!"
"Well ..." Cassie chuckled.
"Ooooh, they're pretty!" Stevie moaned.
"All my panties are pretty," Cassie said.
"Sure, but when you have them on, they're prettier," Stevie said in a quivering voice.
Peggy slipped as quietly as she could down he hall and peeked around the open door of her daughter's bedroom. Her eyes widened.
Cassie was sitting on the edge of her bed, leaning back on her hands, her dress above her waist, her slender legs spread-wide apart. On his knees before his sister, Stevie was gazing excitedly at his sister's panties.
Peggy saw how tight the flimsy panties were along her daughter's crotch, but she saw, too, the moisture at the narrow band of nylon. Peggy could also see her son's cock straining at the front of his jeans. Looking at her daughter's face, she saw that Cassie was grinning widely, her brown eyes gleaming. Cassie was watching her brother's excited face as she twisted her hips from one side to the other.
Cassie's panties were light blue, with white lace. They puffed up slightly from the soft shape of her pussy hair. Peggy knew, by her daughter's expression, that Cassie was enjoying every minute of what she was doing with her
brother.
A soft giggle came from Cassie. "Did you see that, Stevie?"
"See what?" her brother asked, unable to take his eyes from the stretching of her panties over her cunt.
"Look closer," Cassie mewled, lifting her ass a little higher from the bed. "Watch real close, Stevie."
Peggy, too, watched closely, feeling something very unusual and hot between her own thighs. Unusual because she had not felt that tingle for so long, and hot because she was getting excited, too.
"You have to get closer," Cassie whispered. "Get close so you can see."
His body trembling, Stevie moved his face between his sister's open thighs, but not close enough to suit his sister.
"Come on," Cassie said, her hand on top of his head. "You have to get real close, Stevie!"
Stevie's hands jerked up when his sister pulled his face toward her crotch, grasping her thighs to keep from falling forward. Peggy swallowed a gasp as she watched Cassie almost pull Stevie's face into her crotch.
"Now, watch!" Cassie giggled, sliding a
finger underneath her panties and pulling them to one side.
Stevie made a gulping sound as he stared at his sister's pink cunt, the soft sprinkling of hairs looking like golden threads. Cassie's fingers spread the pink lips of her cunt.
"See, Stevie. I've never showed this to a guy before. You're the first boy to see it. Now, don't you want to get real close and take a good look?"
Peggy, her eyes smoldering as she clutched her throat, couldn't walk away. She had to stand there and watch quietly, to see what her daughter would do.
Stevie had his face very close to his sister's cunt now, and his body was shaking with excitement, his hands gripping halfway up Cassie's creamy, smooth thighs. Cassie's eyes were shining hotly, her moist lips curled into a grin.
"Are you looking real good now, Stevie?"
Stevie made a groaning sound, nodding his head.
"Okay, watch!"
Cassie sent a spurt of piss out of her cunt.
"Cassie!" Stevie yelped, jerking his face away, piss running down his face. "Why did you do that? I just wanted to see it, that's all.
You're mean, Cassie!"
Cassie laughed, adjusting her panties over her cunt and smoothing her dress down. "Well, you wanted a good look at it, didn't you? You got it, more than any boy has ever seen."
"You didn't have to pee in my face!" Stevie wiped his arm over his cheeks.
Cassie stood up, ignoring her brother now.
Peggy slipped away before she was seen, her own cunt suddenly on fire, burning hotly.
The rest of the evening, Peggy paid little attention to her son and daughter. Not ignoring them, but with her mind on something else, something that happened long ago.
Peggy had been younger than her daughter when it had happened, and it involved her older brother, a boy who was always teasing her. She had adored her brother, wanted to be with him all the time. Her obsession with her brother had made her jealous many times. He was always dating girls . . . girls who clung to him and hugged him and kissed him. Peggy wanted to hug and kiss her brother that way, but when she tried, he would push her away, sometimes making her cry.
When she found out what he was doing with the girls, she became even more jealous. She had removed her clothing and looked at her slim, young body for a long time, comparing her body to the bodies of those girls, in those tight sweaters with bouncing titties and short shorts that showed off their asses.
Peggy twisted and turned, looking at her body, seeing little in common with the other teenaged girls. Her tits were hardly more than nipples, and her ass looked flat to her. The only thing she found that could possibly interest a boy like her brother was the pink, soft slit of her cunt.
Peggy knew boys were different down there, and she had seen a boy with a hard-on, his cock bulging in his pants, but she wasn't sure why it was hard, or what they had done with it when it was hard. Until . . .
Peggy found her brother jacking off, and then she knew what a boy did when his cock was hard.
Her brother had been in the garage, sitting in the car, his feet out the door, pants around his knees, pounding on his cock furiously and making strange sounds. Peggy watched him from the door connecting the garage to the kitchen, and her brother had been so involved in self-stimulation that he had not known she was watching.
When he came, Peggy had seen the thick juices spew out of his cock to the floor of the garage. What she had seen excited her, made her get this very funny sensation between her thighs.
For weeks, she dreamed of it-seeing her brother jacking off, and always getting that funny feeling between her legs. She could not have told anyone what the feeling felt like, except it seemed she had to piss, but when she tried, she didn't have to after all.
She became more insistent with her brother, sneaking up behind him and hugging him around his waist. He still pushed her away, but Peggy would not give up. Finally, she told him she had seen, and with threats, she forced her brother to jack off while she watched him.
Standing before her brother, staring with hot, curious eyes at his fist jerking back and forth on his cock, Peggy had felt the funny feeling become much stronger, making her legs shake, feeling a tightness in her pussy that she had not felt before. With wide, staring eyes, Peggy pushed her hand against her dress and panties, and the pressure on her cunt made her feel as if she was going to piss in her panties.
With a grunt, her brother came, squirting his thick juices rapidly, spattering Peggy's lower legs. She watched his come juice run down her legs to the tops of her scuffed sneakers.
Then, before her brother stuffed his cock into his pants, she darted her small hand out and grabbed it, pulling on his prick hard enough to make her brother yelp. Peggy quickly released his cock, and after he had put it into his pants, she went into the bathroom and washed her legs.
Her brother, apparently, found it enjoyable to have Peggy watch him jack off, and he would call her to his room or out into the garage and jack off while she watched him.
Then, as the familiarity increased between them, her brother would work on his old car in the garage while Peggy sat around and watched him.
One day her brother had simply picked up a big, empty can, and pulled his cock out, piss--ing into it. Peggy watched him, her eyes gleaming, her interest intense.
The next time he pissed in the can, he allowed his sister to hold his cock. Peggy, for reasons she still did not understand, had held the shaft of her brother's cock, but suddenly she turned it to her legs, causing him to piss on them. Her brother laughed, but she had stood there feeling his hot piss drench her lower legs and sneakers, feeling the most unusual pleasure ever.
For a few weeks after that, her brother allowed her to hold his cock when he pissed, and Peggy always made sure he pissed on her legs. She liked the tingly, burning, sweet sensations it caused in her cunt.
Finally, her brother allowed Peggy to jack him off.
She had done so gleefully, thrilled to have his hard cock in her small fist, pumping up and down, the hot throbbing of his prick making her squeal and cry out in delight. When he came, he shifted his hips, spewing his come juice along her arm to the floor.
One day, while holding his cock as he pissed, Peggy had been on her knees at his side, staring hotly at the golden piss spewing from his cock. Suddenly her brother turned before she knew what he was doing, and he pissed right in her face. Peggy jumped, but kept clutching his cock. She had been so startled that she froze, his piss splashing into her face. Her brother had laughed about it, and Peggy wasn't at all mad. Although she had not told her brother, she had liked that the best of all that they had done, and her little cunt had seemed to go through sweet, almost frightening, spasms while he pissed in her face.
With her desires growing by leaps and bounds, she began to want more from him. He walked around with a hard-on most of the time now, and she was sure it was for her. She was elated, not so jealous of other girls any more. She began to question certain girls with a reputation of doing things with boys, and she found out that a hard cock was supposed to go into the girl's pussy. With such wisdom, Peggy became determined that that was where her brother's cock would go-into her cunt.
But her brother told her she was too young.
In frustration, Peggy showed her cunt to him for the first time. Again in the garage. Her brother had a bulging hard-on he no longer tried to conceal from her.
Peggy lifted her dress, pushed her tight panties down, then spread her legs as she sat on an old packing crate, her pink, soft, hairless cunt exposed to her brother. She begged him to piss on it, on her cunt slit. He gave in and pissed between her thighs, the hot piss stinging the slit of her pink cunt, her knotted little clit. Again, Peggy came, her third orgasm ever.
She began to plead and pester her brother to put his cock into her cunt, telling him she knew that was where it was supposed to go when it was so hard. But her brother was reluctant, insisting that she was too young for him, that her pussy was too small for his cock.
But Peggy was determined.
During the next few weeks, she kept pleading with him to fuck her, and all she accomplished was getting him to piss into her face or on her cunt more often. That was great, and she always came, but she wanted him to fuck her, take her virginity.
Out of desperation, or tired of his sister's constant begging, he finally consented to fuck her, but not around the house. He agreed to take her in his old car one evening out to the local lover's lane, and fuck her, but he had things to do that afternoon.
Peggy was on pins and needles as she waited tor darkness. She was so excited she was besides herself, her little cunt of fire with anticipation. She wondered if it would hurt, if her cunt was big enough to let his cock go in. She wondered what it would feel like when he squirted that hot juice into her pussy.
But she never did get to fuck her brother.
Late that afternoon, on his way home, another car had run a stop light, smashing broadside into his.
Her brother had been killed instantly.
Peggy was devastated, crying for months.
Then, overnight, she came out of it, a totally different girl.
She began to take boys her own age into hiding places, playing with their cocks, making them play with her cunt. She tried to get their hard cocks into her cunt, and she succeeded a few times. The more she had a cock in her pussy, the better she felt.
She jacked off every cock that she couldn't get into her cunt, and even experimented with a few of the bolder girls, something she had found to be as much fun as boys.
But no one had ever pissed on her again, not on her face or her cunt.
But that was what Peggy wanted more than anything else, having hot piss spurt into her face or over her pussy . . .
She married early, before she was out of high school. Although she found fucking her husband pleasant enough, she wanted a great deal more from him, but he had been so strait-laced, she didn't know how to approach him about her wild hungers.
Once, during her marriage, she had tried to do it with another man, but it became a miserable failure. Despite her wild hungers, Peggy was not the promiscuous type, and she found her guilt about being with a man other than her husband stronger than the wicked desires she wanted to satisfy so much.
Later, she tried it with a close woman friend.
It had been very pleasant, the woman kissing, touching and tasting her cunt, but again she had felt guilt.
Peggy had finally ended her marriage, deciding she could live alone better than she could with a man who thought the ultimate enjoyment was a Saturday night fuck, with her always on the bottom.
So, after the divorce, she had lost the desire, the feeling between her legs.
Until now, seeing Cassie and Stevie.
Cassie pissing into her brother's face . . . Cassie's golden-haired cunt . . . hot piss spewing out of the slit . . . Stevie's face glistening in wetness . . .
Peggy's cunt became fiery and slippery with juices. She tingled with the familiar sensations, her clit straining into her nylon panties, the crotch drenched with her hot juices until she had to take them off.
Cassie's golden-haired cunt . . . pissing . . . pissing into Stevie's face . . .