Chapter 12
When we disengaged, our fucking pieces made kissing sounds ... as if they were kissing each other good-bye, a fact little Jean remarked on which got another laugh. Then Darlene, my darling Darlene, came over and helped me to my feet ... and, believe me, just then I needed help, being so screwed out I could hardly stand up.
I hugged her and looked over the top of her beautiful red hair and saw that Laurette had done the same for Missie and that they were embracing fondly. I rubbed some of the sweat from my belly and said to Darlene, with a nod toward the two hugging females, "What's the poop, anyway? This whole thing is screwy."
"Not when you know the score," said Darlene.
"Who invited Laurette?"
Missie heard me and said, "I did."
"Bless you for that, beautiful," said my father, who had moved in on the scene.
Darlene said, "Laurette isn't really an outsider at all."
That took a moment to sink in. When it finally did, I made like a lousy TV script with, "You mean...."
Darlene said, "That's right ... she's our half-sister. Her mother is ... " She named a swinging, singing superspade who rates right up there with Ella and Lena as a star.
"She's on the road so much Missie and Dad decided she ought to stay with us. They put Laurette and me in the same school to see how we got on. That's why..."
"I get it." I went over to Missie and kissed her fondly, saying, "Thanks for giving us something even better than turkey for Thanksgiving."
Missie said, "Madre de dies! The turkey...! " She swung around, with her tits following right along, scooped up the apron and tied it on as she moved back to the oven. When she pulled the bird out for basting, I was amazed that she had the strength to lift it ... though I shouldn't have been after the display of strength she had revealed to me while we were fucking.
It was a monster ... around thirty pounds, plus the added weight of the stuffing and gravy ... and turning a beautiful golden brown. I suddenly realized that I was starved. After all, I'd been getting quite a workout ever since Darlene and the others picked me up at my school, with damned little nourishment. I looked around and read hunger in the eyes of the others.
Then I went over to Laurette and pulled her against me until her hairless cunt was rubbing my cock and those magnificent conical boobs of hers were digging into my chest. I gave her a long kiss and she responded like an electric eel with her fully squishy lips and our tongues did their little dance together.
I said, "Welcome to the family, darling."
She said, "It's as big a surprise to me as it must be to you ... I'd always wondered who my father really was ... and what it would be like to go to bed with him."
"How was it?"
Her half-moon eyes were liquid. She said, "Marvelous!" She kissed me again, a long liquid kiss. Then she said, "Not better than you, darling Jeff ... just different."
A chocolate-brown hand slid down to test my cock, which was still lying limp despite the terrific stimulation she was giving it. She pulled away a little, her eyes anxiously searching my face.
"Is my being your sister going to mean you don't want to fuck me any more?" she asked.
I shook my head and opened my mouth to tell her it was just that I was shot down. But before I could speak, Missie was there saying with a laugh, "Don't worry about darling Jeff, Laurette ... he hasn't let those conventions inhibit him since he began fucking all of us on the island last summer." Then, to me, "Here, take one ... you look as if you need building up."
She was holding a tray with Mexican appetizers on it ... crisp, triangular cuts of refried tortillas with a variety of bright toppings ... anchovies, chopped egg and olive, caviar, a lot of things I didn't recognize. Indicating one of these last with her forefinger, she said, "Take a couple of those."
I was so hungry I didn't ask what in hell they were ... just crammed them into my mouth and chewed and swallowed. Laurette reached for another of them, but Missie indicated a caviar canape, saying, "Not you, honey ... you don't need any build-up."
Since the sex-sap my new half-sister was exuding, that marvelous musky aroma, could be smelled even above the rich scent of the cooking turkey, I got the idea. I looked at Missie, who smiled at me serenely; I considered asking her what in hell I had swallowed but decided I'd be better off not knowing.
Anita said, "How long till dinner, mama?"
Missie shrugged, "An hour maybe ... an hour and a half. A turkey should be roasted until it's ready to fall apart."
I put an arm around Laurette and led her toward the pile of rugs in front of the fire. Somewhere along the line, while I was otherwise engaged in the bedrooms, the girls had reassembled the Indian carpet sex-platform where we had sported so happily the night before.
Somehow, it had gotten to be late afternoon and the air was gray outside, promising more snow to come. As we stretched out on our bellies in front of the hearth, I looked over the beautiful double dome of my half-sister's milk-chocolate rump to see what the others were doing.
Missie was still at work in the cooking area with Anita helping. Darlene and Francie were cuddled sweetly together like a pair of angels, taking a nap close by with their hands out of sight in each other's cracks. At the far end of the fucking platform, little Jean, looking almost like a boy from the waist up, was straddling Dad, doing her utmost to work all of his big prick into her short, tight, little-girl cunt.
He seemed to be relishing the process and held her firmly in place, obviously being tenderly careful not to do anything that would hurt his youngest daughter. I thought that Dad still had a lot to learn about the twelve-year-old nymphet he and my mother had spawned.
With her precocious dancer's body, tiny Jean was about as fragile as a piece of well-tempered steel. While Laurette and I looked on, she wriggled slyly, working her cunt-lips down toward the base of Dad's big stiff cock. His fingers suddenly dug into her rump and his big body stiffened under her.
"Why...! " he gasped in his rumbling basso, "you ... little ... devil!" An ultra-active pause as she pumped up and down on his dong, then, "You made me come!"
"What did you expect, father?" she inquired demurely.
"Show him how you box the compass, Jeanie," I suggested.
She laughed and tossed her ash-blonde head and said, "What do you think I'm doing?" Then, with mock anxiety to our dad, "Are you sure it won't wear you out, father?"
Dad's reply was unprintable, concluding with a roared, "I can outfuck my own youngest daughter, for Christ's sake ... so get on with whatever you have in mind."
Jean laughed and then lifted her rump and turned sideways and squashed her bottom down over his prick. Dad uttered a grunt of surprise but then settled down to fucking in the new position, lifting his pelvis up and down to drive his big cock in and out of her hole.
Seeing that Laurette and I were watching the action, the little imp, who was facing us now, opened her knees wide so that we could see Dad's cream-covered cock sliding in and out of her hole. She lifted her rump clear of his loins and shook it back and forth for a few seconds in a wild spasm, then sank it down again, her lovely little-girl face going tense as she spent....
The sight was too much for Laurette, who slipped a hand down under me and felt for my dong. She said, "Hey . . .it's alive again!"
I rolled over on my side and saw my cock emerge into view. Laurette was right ... it was riding high once more. I'd been so engrossed in watching the fucking of Dad by tiny Jean that I had not been aware of this phenomenon until now. I wondered again what had been in the two canapes Missie had made me eat ... whatever it was, it had to be powerful to bring me back so soon after the superscrewing I had been getting ever since the girls had picked me up at the school.
Laurette's half-moon eyes were dancing with delight as she lowered her face over my prick and, giving its tip a kiss, mimicked the singing TV commercial that goes, "Mmmmm-mmm ... good!"
Before, when Laurette and I had fucked and sucked around, I had felt a definite sense of guilt, of doing something wrong. I had been awfully afraid that there was something racial about it, that I felt guilty because I was fucking and sucking a black girl ... either because I had some built-in hang-up about miscegenation or some ancestral remorse because some of my ancestors might have fucked black girls when they were helpless slaves ... I mean, the black girls, not my ancestors, natch.
Now, as we diddled each other lazily and happily, I felt no sense of guilt at all ... better still, I knew why not.
Since all my fucking and sucking to date had been with members of my own family ... Missie, Darlene, Anita, Francie and Jean ... it had felt somehow wrong for me to be balling with a girl who was not even related to me by marriage. Some people might call that a hang-up ... but not anyone as beautifully equipped with sisters as I was ... to say nothing of sisters as beautifully equipped for the games of sex.
. . .or, as ready and willing to do it!
We took our own good time about it. After all, there was no hurry with most of the holiday weekend still ahead of us. Then, too, we had already enjoyed each other thoroughly, so the driving urge to find out was no longer with us. We fooled around, letting the high, driving excitement rise by itself.
Laurette lapped away at my cock, sending delicious little thrills of excitement racing through my nervous system, occasionally varying the licking routine with gentle sucks. I slid a hand into her slit and played with the various dashboard knobs there, enjoying both the swiftness with which her cream rose and the marvelous musky scent of it.
One thing about Laurette ... even more so than my other sisters, she was a gas in any direction. Even just fingerfucking her was more fun than fucking a lot of women, from what I've been told. It was a gas to feel her sex-sap ooze out of her cunt and spread over the surrounding area ... it was a gas to massage her tight little arsehole with its tiny ridged wrinkles ... it was a gas to finger her sticky labia and to poke a finger inside the hole ... it was a gas to squeeze and tickle her bright red little clit until it stood up like an angry midget and cried for action ... it was a gas to play with the top of her slit and enjoy the sleek, slippery hairlessness of her mound ... it was a gas to toy with the twin-peak cones of her tits and see the rose-brown teats rise like their redheaded little brother at the gates of her cunt and strain for more of the same....
. . .it was a gas when she had a mild come as a result of my manipulations and kisses and her lips tightened their grip on my rigid prick.
She lifted her bushy black head then and looked at me all alight with laughter and love and said with a sigh that sent her conical boobs dancing, "Jeff darling ... isn't this fun?"
I grabbed her hair and directed her head back to my dong, then pulled her rump about so that I could give her matching lip service. I rolled us over on our sides and lifted her upper leg high in the air and really dug into her, lapping her whole crotch clean of pussyjuice and then stirring her seemingly inexhaustible fountain to further flow. I sucked her cunt-lips into my mouth and gummed them, I ran my tongue up and down her slit, I nibbled with my teeth at her clitoris until she convulsed again and her head began bobbing up and down on my cock like a woodpecker tackling a tree.
Then, and only then, I got a good double-grip on the inside of her buttocks, dug my thumbnails into her sphincter ... and sent the snake of my tongue driving right into her velvet-lined loving cup and began using it like a prick to stir up voluptuous sensations all along the walls of her vagina.
Even though my grip was so hard it must have hurt her, with my fingers digging into her brown lower mounds until they sank out of sight in firm, milk-chocolate flesh, I all but lost control of her as she exploded into a major series of climaxes. Holding onto her was like trying to hold onto a high tension wire that has suddenly snapped ... she was as wild as Missie had been on the kitchen area fuck carpet earlier ... and my grip was not quite as secure.
After all, I had had my cock inside Missie like a riveter's spike. In this heaving, gyrating
Laurette, all I had was the relatively weak weapon of my tongue.
When she exploded, she came down so far on my prick that I thought I was going to make her choke on it ... but no, somehow she angled it right down her throat for a long series of wild moments ... then lifted her head, dragging her teeth along its top and bottom in a sort of heavenly slow torture.
I couldn't maintain my hold for long as Laurette's lithe thrashing body became slippery with sweat. My hands slipped, and the next thing I knew my tongue was back in my own mouth, feeling half torn out by the roots. Her head came clear of my cock and she grabbed for it with both hands and came over me, pushing it up into the place where my tongue had been housed only seconds earlier.
Slowly, with a succession of minor orgasms, she used my impalement of her crotch to bring herself back to earth ... enjoying every minute of it just as I was. Laurette could come just by wanting to (which she apparently does most of the time), and to almost the degree she wished to attain ... but when I made the snake in her cunt with my tongue, she really lost her marbles.
Considering the savagery with which she climaxed on such occasions, I decided it was just as well that it was physically impossible to fuck her and tongue her at the same time. After all, the eruption of Mount Pelee in Martinique killed thirty-two thousand persons in a matter of minutes. If I got both my tongue and my prick into Laurette's vagina simultaneously, there would probably be an even deadlier explosion.
After such a storm, it was delicious just to have that magnificent milk chocolate half-sister of mine riding my cock with her beautiful body aglitter with sweat and her beautiful boobs sticking straight out of her black pantherine torso. She took it easy once more, stirring her bottom with slow sensual figure eights until I juiced far up inside her womb ... only then speeding the tempo to give my prick extra stimulation that would prevent it from subsiding before I came a second time.
She needn't have put herself out ... whatever it was Missie had put into her tortilla canapes, it made my dong feel that it was going to stay right up there for hours yet.
After a while, she had to spasm again and I helped her along with a series of spiral thrusts of my prick that caused her to wind up flinging herself down on me with each riposte of her cunt, creaming and wriggling and gasping for breath.
When it subsided, she was still crushed on top of me with her big boobs flat on my ribs and her lips close to my ear. She reached for my lips, found them, said, "Beautiful, darling Jeff ... beautiful!" Then, in a whisper, "Don't tell Dad, but you're better than he is ... and he's awfully damn good."
"I bet you tell that to all your dads," I said.
She bit my ear and I went into a series of shudders that resulted in my coming again ... to my own surprise at least as much as hers.
She hung over me with my rod still stiff in her dripping cunt and her breasts pushing down against my cheeks. She laughed in silent triumph and said, "So now you know how it feels, darling Jeff."
There was no need to explain further. I, too, had a key that, if turned, caused me to lose all sexual self-control ... like Laurette with her reaction to my tongue, Missie with her sensitive bellybutton, Francie with her jumpy anus, Darlene with her hyper-sensitive up-front clit. And Laurette had just found it.
She said, "Boy, that was really wild. I want to try it again...."
As she brought her mouth down toward the lobe of my other ear, I murmured, "Go ahead."
She hesitated, a mere fraction of an inch from her target, said, "You sure you want it again so soon?"
"If you do," I replied.
"You've got to be a marathon runner," she murmured. "Don't say I didn't ask--"
She nipped my lobe, then tongued my whole ear, then bit gently into the top of it ... and this time I really exploded. It's crazy, but I didn't really remember what happened to me the first time Laurette nipped my ear ... perhaps because it was so unexpected and my wing off so violent I blanked out on it.
But this time I was ready ... this time I remembered....
There's only one thing I can really say about what happened-it's a lucky thing for me that I'm not a girl. The male orgasm is relatively brief, while that of the female can last indefinitely if a couple builds a solid plateau of voluptuous sensation and is able to maintain it.
If I'd been a broad, I'd be dead....
I went into a series of convulsions that made those of Laurette when I snake-tongued her seem like small stuff. I began bucking and bridging like a juiced-up mustang and Laurette, riding my prick like a cowgirl, was nearly thrown a half dozen times before I finally shot my wad deep in her guts.
She actually had to lock her feet under my arching back as I tried to ram my cock all the way up through her swinging black body ... when I finally came down, she didn't unlock them quite fast enough, and her heels damn near slipped a couple of discs in my spine.
The craziest part of it was that, even though I was completely out of control when I came, I loved every second of it ... it was the most wonderful sensation of my life, and I kissed the damp insides of her thighs gratefully for sending me on such a trip.
At the same time, I knew I'd better not let anybody do it to me too often. I really felt like grandma's tit after it went through the wringer ... even though my dong, thanks to Missie's special canapes, was still impaling my new half-sister like a saber.
She seemed to understand what I was thinking and said, "Darling Jeff, if you don't mind, I think we ought to keep your secret just between us ... not that I want to be a pig, but I'd hate to be responsible for ruining the God damnedest most sensational swinging brother any girl ever had."
I nodded and gave the insides of her thighs another pair of kisses, savoring and scenting her sex-sap and sweat and loving their blend. Then I said, "Was it. like that the first time?"
"Don't you remember?" she asked. She looked a little frightened when I shook my head, said, "No wonder you were ready for another so soon."
"Is that how it feels when I snake-tongue you?"
She shrugged, making her marvelous boobs do a sweet short dance, said, "Darling Jeff, who knows? What you feel is what you feel and what I feel is what I feel ... but if it is anything like what I feel, then you've gone a long way toward reaching heaven on earth."
"I love you," I told her, meaning it.
"You think I don't love you, you're out of your sweet-fucking mind," she said, regarding me fondly from above. I gave my loins a lift and she reacted and came with little grunts of sheer delight.
We were still lying their, with my dick deep in her cunt, when Anita yelled, "Come on, kids ... dinner's ready!" We separated and got up and walked to the table as we were, with my dick still sticking right out in front of me. Missie saw it as we lined up alongside the table with the rich, brown bird in the center and waited for father to say grace.
The others lowered their eyes as Dad gave us the Thanksgiving prayer, but my stepmother's eyes drifted from my face to my cock, sticking out over the table, then back again. She smiled secretively, then gave me a slow, lascivious wink.
I felt Laurette's cool hand pushing my prick out of sight and holding it down and to one side until we could all sit down ... and as Dad concluded his invocation with a blessing, I agreed with his words.
This year, we had more to be thankful for than ever before ... at least I did ... I slid a finger into Laurette's sleek hairless crack and diddled her clitoris gently as we sat down....