Chapter 2
Dinner Monday night had been uneventful. Father had talked about his day at the University where he taught biology and Mother had talked about her shopping trip and the club meeting that was coming up that night. Cathy talked about the big volleyball game on Wednesday night, and once or twice Rob thought he could see her shoot him a knowing glance. But Rob kept his nose buried in his dinner and headed for his room while Cathy and his mother cleared the table. He fussed around with one of his model airplanes until he heard the door slam and his mother's car start up and back out of the driveway.
Rob waited a while longer and he heard the door to his parents' room open, and his father's heavy tread move past his door and down the hall toward Cathy's room. Her door opened and then quickly closed. He lay on his bed for a moment and thought about his luscious young sister who had seduced him last night-whose body he had desired without really knowing it. And he wondered about his father. What kind of a cock did he have? Why did Cathy want to fuck with him? But most of all he thought about Cathy and her ripe young body and how later that evening it would be his.
He swung his legs off the bed, opened his door very gently and slipped out in the hallway, turning the knob of his door so it wouldn't click when he closed it. He then slipped down the hallway, down the stairs and out through the kitchen door which opened up behind the garage. He moved quickly and gracefully around the side of the garage, which had a peaked roof, put one foot on a garbage can against the garage wall and hopped up, grabbing the edge of the roof and pulling himself up over its rim. He did it all smoothly and in one motion and then pressed himself against the shingles of the roof so he could see into Cathy's window without being seen.
Cathy was as good as her word. She not only had left the curtains apart, the lights were on and the window wide open. There was a cool breeze blowing and Rob could hear muffled sounds coming from inside Cathy's room. He could see Cathy move in front of her window, dressed in a black silky outfit, a sort of flimsy bikini through which he could see her red-tipped young breasts and the prominent mound of flesh poking through the triangle of see-through cloth at her crotch.
Rob felt a stirring in his groin as his cock pressed against his clothing. He could feel the rough texture of the shingles pressing against his dong as he gritted his teeth. Cathy was doing a little dance, moving seductively, her legs spread far apart, her hips swiveling, pushing her cunt forward. Rob could see his father walk toward Cathy and he could see her step away from him, doing a little dance, teasing him. Rob hadn't realized what a powerful little seductress his sister could be. Rob was also aware that his little sister was playing to him as much as to her own father.
"Don't touch me," Cathy hissed at her father when he reached his hands out, trying to touch her breasts. "You haven't paid your tribute yet."
"Here, here it is," he said quickly reaching into the pocket of his robe and bringing out some folded money. Cathy took it and looked it over carefully, then walked over to her little piggybank on the dresser and deposited the money.
"You usually have more," she said harshly.
"I'm sorry," her father stammered, "I spent too much this week. Does that mean you won't let me go all the way?"
"We'll see," Cathy grunted as she walked around her father, who stared straight ahead.
Cathy slipped out of her flimsy bra and wiggled out of her see-through panties and then turned and faced the window, softly blowing a kiss out towards Rob, and then turned back to her father who still hadn't moved.
"About face," she grunted at her father, who swiveled sharply as if he were in the army. Rob's eyes opened wide, startled by his father's behavior and knowing full well that Cathy was putting on the show for him.
"Strip!" she grunted, and he quickly pulled off his robe to reveal a scrawny, half-erect cock dangling sadly between his legs. Rob watched his father and sized him up-in his forties, he was quite good-looking, a bit fat, but still plenty of muscle from long weekends of tennis.
"Hit the deck!" Cathy commanded in a shrill tone that contrasted sharply with her usual breathy voice.
Rob watched as his father got on all fours, his head dipping below the level of the windowsill. Cathy mounted her father, as she had when he had given her piggyback rides as a child, and stretched out on his back, rubbing her breasts against him and spreading her legs as far as she could so her cunt would come in contact with his back.
Watching from the garage, Rob could see Cathy's head roll back and forth as waves of pleasure went searing through her body. Cathy reached behind her and pulled out the pins that held her hair up and it came cascading down her shoulders. She planted her hands on her father's back and rubbed herself back and forth, exciting herself against the bumpy ridges of her father's spine. She flicked her head back and forth, up and down, whipping her father with her long hair. Rob could hear his father groan as Cathy's hair hit him harder and harder. Cathy looked up and caught Rob's eye and winked, as if to say "watch this."
Abruptly she stopped moving and staggered off her father's back. "Don't stop, please don't," he pleaded.
"Quiet, you shit," she hissed. "Now eat me and do it well, or else."
Cathy stepped back and sat down in an armchair, spreading her legs wide so that Rob could see the glistening pink walls of her cunt. Only twenty or so feet separated Rob from his father and his sister, and he drank in the scene, getting hungrier and hungrier, knowing that he would soon have his cock buried deep inside his sister.
Rob watched his father crawl on all fours to the chair where Cathy was perched, one leg spread wide over each of the chair's arms. From the rear Rob could see that his father's cock had grown stiff and was now almost the size of his own, which was throbbing painfully.
"Now suck me clean or you'll get no more," Cathy hissed.
Cathy cupped her boobs in her hands and squeezed them, running the tips of her fingers across her nipples which were now bright red and erect. She stared straight ahead, right out the window to where Rob was perched, drinking in the entire scene. Rob could see his father approach Cathy and lower his head to the widespread cunt, then bring his head all the way down to it, licking it clean and gulping the pussy juice down his throat.
"Taste good?" Cathy asked sweetly.
"Oh yes, oh yes," her father breathed as he continued his sucking.
"Then stop!" Cathy commanded.
"You never let me have any fun," he complained.
"Quiet, you shit. You didn't have enough money tonight, and besides Mother will be home soon and I have other things to do, so get on your back."
Rob watched as his father scurried to the bed and lay down. His cock was beautifully rigid and Cathy proceeded to mount him, gripping her father's cock in her hands and inserting it into her waiting hole. From his vantage point, Rob could see the cock plunge in and out of Cathy's cunt as Cathy bounced up and down and he could see a trickle of her pussy juice cling to their father's prick as he lay still and moaned under his daughter.
Suddenly Rob heard a sharp groan and he could see Cathy's head fall back and roll from side to side as she started coming. A series of sharp, short grunts escaped from between her gritted teeth as she hunched forward. "Shoot into me, shoot into me," she demanded of her supine father.
A long, slow sigh escaped from his father's lips and Rob could see his cock twitch as it delivered its load of cum into Cathy's slit. Cathy got up on her knees and moved forward to her father's face. "You got me wet, now clean me up," she demanded. Rob could see his father's tongue flick upward and lick the mixture of milky white cum and pussy juice and slurp it down hungrily.
Suddenly Rob heard a telltale crunch of gravel. He looked around and saw his mother's car move down the driveway. Rob slid down the roof quickly, his erection gone, his father and his sister fucking upstairs forgotten. He would somehow have to stall his mother to keep his sister out of trouble. He lowered himself as close to the ground as he could and then let himself drop quietly to the ground. He moved quickly around the side of the garage, tucking his shirt back into his pants as he watched his mother drive right into the garage. He walked in behind the car and waited for his mother to switch off the ignition and get out.
"Why, Robbie," his mother exclaimed. "What are you doing down here? I thought you'd be watching the ballgame."
"I was." He smiled to himself. "But I decided to get some fresh air so I came down here."
"I'm glad you did because it gives me the chance to talk to you," his mother said, walking up to him and giving him a tight hug and a kiss and nearly overwhelming him with her heavy embrace and thick musky perfume.
"Sure mother," he nodded, not knowing what was on her mind, but glad of the opportunity to stall.
"You know, you're almost seventeen years old," she began, "and there are some things you really should know all about and, just between us, I wouldn't want your father to be the one to teach you."
Rob watched as his mother paused for a moment and then walked to the garage door and pulled it down, plunging the garage into darkness. "After all, a young man like you should know how to handle a woman. I assume you've already done some fooling around with girls your own age."
"Well-" Rob said noncommittally as he looked at his mother, who was staring at him. "I guess I-"
"Good," she nodded firmly. "Don't tell me the details, they're not really important. You did enjoy it, didn't you?"
"Yeah." Rob continued to watch his mother who now stepped closer to him so he could smell her as she stood opposite him.
"Now, I may be a bit older than you," she began, "but I'm not an unattractive woman, am I?"
"No, uh-uh," Rob said, shaking his head as he surveyed her. Those tennis weekends had kept her body firm and lithe, and while her breasts may have sagged a bit, her midsection was still firm and her ass couldn't be beat.
"I'm glad you think so, sweetheart," she smiled, "because that'll make it easier for me to teach you how to love a woman-if you promise not to tell your father, that is."
"No way," Rob said, as his mother stepped closer to him, bringing her body against his.
"I figured you'd say that," she smiled. "Now the first thing is the kiss. I want you to kiss me, but not like I'm your mother. Pretend I'm a girlfriend of yours, come on."
Rob was about three inches taller than his mother so he leaned down and placed his lips atop hers, his arms around her waist, and kissed her lightly, pausing and lingering as he felt her mouth fall open and her tongue poke deep into his mouth. "Like this," she breathed, "now I want you to try it."
Rob dug his tongue into his mother's mouth as he felt her arms encircle his waist, and her hands dig into his backside. The same fiery passion that had raced through his body last night rose up again. His mother pressed her hips against his and ground them against his body, awakening his cock, which now started growng and pressing against his pants.
"Good, very good," his mother breathed as Rob let his hands wander below her waist and start to explore her ass. "Mmmmmm."
She brought her hands around to Rob's front and started stroking the bulge in his pants, up and down, slowly and methodically as he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue and as he continued to grope her ass with his young hands.
"You have a very lovely touch," she breathed, pulling away from him lightly. "Now, why don't you pull out the spare mattress against the wall and set it down on the floor. I don't think I can take a whole lot more of your playing with me like this."
Rob moved to the back of the garage, pushed a box of power tools out of the way and pulled the mattress down to the floor and turned to watch his mother pull her blouse over her head and unhook her bra, letting her breasts hang free. They were larger than Cathy's and they sagged just a bit, but that just added to their sexiness. Rob pulled his own shirt over his head as he watched his mother kick off her shoes and slip her pants down to the floor, revealing generous, well-fleshed hips and a slight, rounded pot belly above a protruding mound of flesh between her legs. Rob stared with open eyes as his mother pushed her panties down over her hips to reveal the hairy mound she was offering him.
"Not bad for forty-six," she smiled at him, as she walked toward him. "And you're not bad for seventeen."
She fell to her knees on the mattress, bringing her mouth to the level of his erect, throbbing cock, and she gripped it between both of her soft, cool hands. She held it very still and then opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in her mouth, gently sucking on it as it went in. Rob moved his hand to the thick hair on his mother's head and held on as if for dear life as she started making rapid in and out sucking motions, sending wild pulsations racing through his body. She drew the cock deeper into her mouth, letting her teeth bite lightly into the swollen flesh. Rob felt himself swoon and his mother grabbed him and helped him down to the mattress and then moved in, gripping his cock between her teeth and letting her tongue work its way around and around the swollen staff.
Rob was dizzy with passion and the thought of banging his mother in the garage while his sister and their father were screwing upstairs nearly blew his mind. Wait till Cathy hears about this, he thought, but the thought was chased from his mind by more urgent business. His mother let his cock pop out of her mouth and crawled up the length of his body, covering it with hers and burying his face in her hair as she kissed him passionately.-Rob pushed his mother over on her back and mounted her. He couldn't take any more foreplay and was prepared to plunge into her. "Wait, not yet," she breathed. "I haven't finished-"
Her last words were lost in a gasp as Rob pushed her legs apart as far as he could and as he plunged forward, driving his cock into her sopping wet cunt. She tried to resist him, but he drove his cock into her again and again, feeling the silky smooth lining of her slit and hearing the sound of his wet cock plunge into her wet hole. She stopped resisting him and lifted her legs high, holding them wide apart and feeling his pelvis slam against hers as his cock plunged rhythmically in and out, sending waves of pleasure washing through her body.
Rob felt his balls begin to overflow. His mother's body was soft and welcoming and her heavy perfume drove him wild with passion. She was as good a lover as was Cathy, despite their body and age differences, and he was going wild. He couldn't hold the surging sperm back and before he could gasp out a warning to his mother he felt the semen come pouring through his cock, filling his mother's cunt to overflowing. Reacting to Rob's orgasm, she started to come too, uttering short gasps as she felt her body twitching madly and her cunt filling to overflowing with her son's come.
"Why did you want me to wait?" Rob asked as he rolled off his mother after a few minutes of rest.
"I was going to show you all of the nice sensitive parts of my body-of a woman's body-so you would know what to touch and how," she smiled. "But you did okay."
"Why don't you show me now?"
"Because it's getting late and your father will wonder where we are," she replied. "Next week he'll be away at a symposium and your sister will be over at a friend's house for the night, and I'll be able to give you a detailed lesson. Meanwhile, why don't you put the mattress away so I can get dressed and go in first."
"Sure," Rob replied, leaning over to give his mother one last kiss as she rose to fetch her clothing.
"Now remember," she said. "Not a word of this to your father, or Cathy. Especially Cathy, understand?"
"Why, do you think Cathy's a cherry?"
"I hope not," his mother said, slipping into her pants. "But I don't know how she'd take it."
Rob returned the mattress to its place and sat waiting for a few moments to give his mother a chance to get into the house. "What a screwed up family," he smiled to himself when he finally rose and headed through the door. "And wait till Cathy hears this."
When Rob walked in through the front door he saw the family gathered around the TV set. His father was still wearing that same robe he had seen in Cathy's room, but Cathy was wearing a pair of jeans and a halter that made it obvious that there was no bra under it. They exchanged hellos and Rob headed straight up the stairs to his room. A moment later he heard Cathy's step and heard her turn towards his room. He flicked the light in his room out and stole across the corridor to her room, opened the door quickly and slipped inside, surprising Cathy just as she was about to pull her halter off.
"Well, big brother, did you enjoy your view from the garage?" she smiled, walking towards him.
"Yeah," he grinned. "But I enjoyed the view inside the garage a whole lot better. While you were busy screwing Dad, I heard mother drive up, so I tried to stall her. Instead she got me into the garage and said she was going to teach me how to love a woman, and we wound up screwing on the mattress."
"You're putting me on," Cathy said, her eyes open wide in disbelief. "Mother, fucking you!"
"If you don't believe it, smell me, I've got her perfume all over me."
Cathy leaned close to him, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. "You're not kidding, are you?"
"Nope," Rob responded, grinning. "And now I'm ready for you, little girl."
"Well, aren't you going to tell me what she's like?"
"She's fantastic, I mean just great."
"Yeah," Cathy nodded. "She does have a great bod. I wish I had boobs like hers."
They paused for a moment as they heard their parents come up the steps. Cathy slipped back into her halter.
"Quick, into the closet," she breathed to her brother.
The door opened and her parents poked their heads in. "We thought Robbie was here with you," her father said.
"No, he just came in to say good night. He said he was really beat and was going straight to bed."
"Well, we won't even bother to look in on him then," her mother said. "Good night, dear."
They pulled the door closed and moved toward their bedroom. "Boy, that was close," Cathy said as she opened the closet door to let Rob back into the room.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Do you think Mother and Father will screw tonight?"
"Sure," Cathy said. "Father told me that the only time he can get one up hard enough to satisfy Mother is after we've played our little game. And I'll bet Mom's little trip with you was just a warm-up for Dad."
"Say, what do you do with all that money Dad gives you?"
"I buy nice little things for myself, like that outfit you saw me wearing for Father's little game."
"I also saw you staring at me all the while, Sis."
"That's because you're the only one I wanted. Shall I put it on for you?"
"The only outfit I want you to wear for me is your birthday suit, so why don't you just get naked?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Cathy smiled as she shed her halter again, this time flinging it across the room. She slipped out of her jeans and let them slide to the floor, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath them and turned and walked to the bed, plopping down on her ass and spreading her legs wide. "What are you waiting for, lover boy?" she smiled at her brother.
He pulled his shirt over his head for the second time in an hour and shucked his pants and moved purposefully towards his sister, who fell back on the bed and held her arms up to welcome him.
"Stick it into me deep, real deep, Robbie," she whispered as he covered her body with his. The smell of her mother's perfume still lingering in Robbie's hair, and the thought that his prick was still sticky with the pussy juice of her own mother sent shivers racing through her body. Rob brought his mouth down over hers and let his tongue push its way past her lips, which she held tightly together, and into her mouth.
Rob's prick was hard and stiff again as he felt it probe through her golden cunt hair. His own prick would be probing through the same area as his father's had just a short while ago, and his father was probably now preparing to push his way into his mother's cunt which was probably still sticky with his own come. He Wrapped his arms tightly around his sister and squeezed her hard. He could feel her laboring to draw in a breath of air as his arms, wrapped like steel bands around her torso, crushed her. Rob could feel her breasts crushed against his chest, and he could feel Cathy's hips wiggling trying to maneuver her cunt towards his prick so that she could swallow it.
But Rob was in no hurry to plunge into his sister. Unlike his father, he was now in control and the feeling of power as he crushed his sister's body against the bed and the power he felt in his arms as he almost crushed the air from her body sent a new surge racing through his body. He was in control now and the little girl who had been so tough earlier was now submitting to his will. She recognized the presence of, the master and would obey his every whim.
"Oh Robbie, please come into me, please shoot into me," she whispered.
"Kiss my cock first," he shot back, rolling over on his back and releasing his grip on her.
"Oh yes," she whimpered as she got to her knees and eagerly sucked his cock into her mouth.
Rob could feel the same bursts of pleasure shooting through his body as he had earlier when his mother had gone down on him, but Cathy's tongue was a bit rougher and her licking motions started way at the base of his cock and moved smoothly and swiftly up its trunk until she finally made a short curved lick that encompassed the swollen head of his cock.
"Do it, do it," he breathed as he felt his cock almost explode with tension. He could feel the sperm begin coursing through his cock and shooting out the end of it. He looked down and saw his stream of milky white come spurt out over Cathy's face, and he could see her swallow it hungrily, licking it off his prick as it shot out and smearing it all over her face as she hungrily tried to devour every bit of it.
Rob's prick stopped shooting its wad for a moment and he grabbed his sister by the hair and pulled her up to him. She came willingly and flopped on her back. He wanted to shove his tool deep into her and she wanted to feel it hammering into her slit.
Cathy spread her legs and guided the stiff prick into her. She could feel the fireworks go off as she closed her eyes tight. All was black, except for the bright shooting stars that soared through her mind as she surrendered to her brother who rammed his prick into her, again and again and again.