Chapter 1
"If Daddy catches you jacking off while you're reading that magazine, he'll blister your butt for you," I told my brother.
"Je-sus! Get out of my room, Penny! Isn't there anywhere in the world a guy can have some privacy?"
I didn't budge. I just stood in the doorway, waiting to see what would happen. I bet myself my whole week's allowance I'd caught him jacking off! He was sitting on his bedroom chair with his legs wide apart, holding a pussy book at the top. The centerfold was pulled out. It covered his crotch. If he didn't have his stiff cock in his hand behind that magazine I wasn't fifteen years old -- and horny.
"Do you like to look at pictures of girls without any clothes on? Showing you their naked pussies?" I teased him.
"What's it to you if I do, smartass? Any man likes sexy naked chicks."
"But you're not a man, Jack. You're only sixteen. And I bet you're growing hair on your palm, right now!"
I had pushed my luck a little too far. Jack came charging out of his chair, rolling up the magazine to whack me on the head with it. We fell on his bed, wrestling around like mad. I was right! His cock was out of his pants! And it was hard! I got both my hands around it, real tight. His pecker jerked like crazy in my fist. He loved me holding him, cause he swatted me real light. His hard cock slipped up under the wide bottom of my shorts and pressed deliciously against my pussy crack. It felt so super good I tried real hard to hold him down while I rubbed my hips against him.
"OOooooh, Jack!" I whispered in his ear. "Doesn't this feel better than playing with yourself?" I wiggled around on his hard-on rubbed in between my wet cuntlips.
"Get up off me, Penny. Damn it, brothers aren't supposed to mess around with sisters. You know what that's called!"
"Yes! Incest! Who cares? Your cock feels so good against my pussy it's driving me bananas!"
"Darn it! I'm not going to fuck you, Penny. You're too young. Besides, I bet you're still cherry." But I noticed he wasn't trying too hard to get me off of him.
"So I'm cherry," I admitted to him. "There has to be a first time for everything. You don't have to fuck me, for real, if you don't want to. Just let me rub my thing against you. You were masturbating, right? With just some dumb pictures. So now you've got a real pussy to rub your thing against. Isn't this better?" I panted.
I held his cock jammed between the crotch of my shorts and my cunt and rocked my hips frantically against him. I'd been playing with myself in my own bedroom before I breezed in to pester him, but for some reason I wasn't able to get myself off. I knew I was trying too hard, even now, but his wide cockhead riding up over my cunt really set my teeth on edge. I got him moving just right on me and I felt his cock grow hotter and swell up even stiffer under my hand. Suddenly he kind of grunted and I felt his prick twitch and throb. My shorts got all icky wet and sticky against my hot flesh.
"Damn it!" he muttered. "See what you made me do?" I opened my legs wider and shoved down on his cock. "Hold still a minute, Jack. Please!" I pleaded. "I'm almost ready to come." My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I bit my lip. My fingernails dug into his cock so sharply he gasped with pain. My whole body shook like a leaf. My belly cramped so hard I fell off him and doubled up on his bed. He stared at me, his eyes round as saucers.
The words just seemed to slip out of him. "So that's what a girl does when she comes!"
I looked at him, puzzled. "Yes. Didn't you know? You didn't know! You stinker! You're cherry too, aren't you? Oh, wow! I bet you never even once rubbed your cock against a hot snatch, let alone put it in."
"Well... so what. I almost, did. One time. Anyway, I bet I know more about screwing than you do, because..."
"Shhh! Wait a minute! Listen... that's Mom coming up the stairs!"
He jumped to his feet, trying to jam his hard cock inside his fly. "Oh Christ, my zipper's stuck, Penny!"
I jerked the legs of my shorts down and ran my fingers through my messed up hair, real quick. "Here, sit down on the bed beside me. Cross your legs. Hurry up! Hold your history book on your lap like we were studying it together. Oh, hi Mom! What's up?"
My mother stuck her head in the doorway. "Didn't you hear me calling you, Penny honey?"
"No, Mom. I've been in here helping Jack with his history lesson. What's happening?"
"That nice Mrs. Morgan down at the end of our block, called you. She wants you to baby-sit for them tonight. I told her O.K.. You're supposed to be there around eight."
"Oh, good. I can use the money. And they always tip, too. Thanks for the message, Mom."
"I have to go shopping now, Penny," she said. "We are forever running out of food in this house. You kids go through the fridge like a herd of locusts."
"That's a swarm of locusts, Mom," Jack grinned at her.
"Swarm swarm," she replied. "All I know is you're eating us into the poor house." She waved a breezy goodbye, and then reappeared in the doorway, looking at us sitting side by side on the bed. "I don't know what you two were up to. I'm not even going to ask. But the next time you help Jack study The Fall of The Roman Empire, Penny, it would help a lot if you held the book right side up."
Damn!
After she'd gone, my brother looked at me, grinning sheepishly. "We were lucky, Pen," he said. "If Dad had waltzed in here instead of Mom, we'd both be so far up the creek we'd never get back."
"You are so right!" I agreed. "Mom's a doll. But that was close. Do you suppose she guessed we were fooling around?"
"She was a young girl not so long ago. And she had a brother," he said to me. "The next time we do this..."
"Oh, there's going to be a next time?" I asked him quickly.
"Maybe. If you want to. It felt good, I'll admit," he smiled and reached out to rumple my hair. "I'm for a shower. Right now."
"Me too. Yuck! You got my shorts all messed up." I stood up and slipped them down my legs. His eyes zeroed right in on my pussy fur. I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off real slow, letting my boobs swing out right under his eyes. I wasn't surprised to see my nipples standing up stiff.
"Do you think I'm as pretty as those girls in your magazines, Jack?" I asked him, getting up on my toes and getting into a real come-on girlie pose.
He leaned back on the bed and pretended to study my body very seriously. Since his broken fly was hanging open and the pink head of his cock was peeking out at me, it was pretty hard for him to carry off being serious about his examination. "Well, Penny, I'll admit there's been some changes made since the days we shared the same bedroom. Your tits are really pretty. Full. Firm. Very curvy. And your nipples are a nice pink color and crinkly stiff. Slim waist. Nice hips. Smooth. The legs aren't too awful."
"You are too kind, Sir," I smiled at him. "If the slipper fits, oh sweet prince, do I get to slip off to your magic castle and live happily ever after?"
"Not if Daddy the dragon finds you naked in my room," he laughed. "You better head for the shower and wash my souvenir off your crotch fur."
"I guess you're right." I bent over and planted a quick kiss on the end of his cock. "Until next time..." I gave it a love pat and whisked down the hall to the shower, to wash the evidence down the drain. My whole body felt glowing warm. My heart was still skipping a beat now and then. Messing around was fun! Even with your own brother.
Saturdays go by too darn fast to suit me. By the time I got out of the shower and slipped into a blouse and a short skirt and made myself a hamburger, it was time to walk down the street to the Morgan's.
I'd been thinking about their son, Tommy, while I was taking my shower. He's eleven and big for his age. Tommy's a real hellion for getting into trouble in the neighborhood. He was really old enough to baby-sit for himself, I thought, but I guessed his parents felt better if someone older was around to keep an eye on him. Well, two bucks an hour for watching their big color TV wasn't too hard to take. I'd plunk him in bed early and have the whole living room to roll around in while I teased my pussy a little. I was still hot.
So far on my dates, I'd let my boyfriends feel my tits and get their hands under my skirt, but I always stopped them at the edge of my panties. Not that I wanted to. But boy, if I got knocked up my Dad would skin me alive! I could still feel Jack's cock rubbing between my cuntlips. It was hard to keep my hands off myself, even walking down the street.
Mrs. Morgan opened the door for me, all aflutter. "Penny! Oh I'm so gad you're here on time. Time! Good heavens, is it eight o'clock already? Come in, come in child. Do you think this dress is nice enough for an informal dinner party?"
She twirled around like a little girl, holding her pleated skirt out to the side. "You look super, Mrs. Morgan," I told her. "You've got neat legs. And real pretty boobies," I blurted out.
"Oh, my. Well, thank you Penny. They stood up much fuller before we had Tommy, but... oh, well, Leland still likes to squeeze them and nibble on... Leland... Where is that husband of mine. We're going to be hours late. Penny run upstairs and tell him to get a move on, will you?"
"Sure Mrs. Morgan. By the way, I hate to tell you this but it looks like the hem of your slip is torn. It shows."
"Oh, darn," she exclaimed, lifting her skirt and holding the edge in her mouth. She hiked her slip up real high to peer at the ripped hem. I couldn't help but see her slim white legs above her hose, and either she'd forgotten them, or she didn't wear any panties. She had a beautiful full, rich bush of dark hair that stood right out against her creamy thighs. For some reason, my belly sort of flipped when I glimpsed her pussy hair. I wondered about that a little while I ran up the stairs looking for Mr. Morgan. God, I was sure turned on today!
I pushed the master bedroom door open and walked in, calling out, "Your wife's all ready to leave, Mr. Morgan. She asked me to..." The rest of my words stuck in my throat. Her husband had just come out of the shower and was standing in front of the dresser mirror with a big towel around his shoulders, but the rest of him was stark naked!
I stood there, rooted to the spot, staring at his long, thick cock. It was twice as big as my brother Jack's, even soft!
He wasn't the least bit upset at being nude in front of me. "Penny!" he grinned. "How ya doin'?"
I darted a quick glance at his dresser counter. A half empty bottle of Jack Daniels was tilted against the mirror. He followed my eyes, and then waved a hand in the air. "So I hate these damn dinners of Eve's. A couple shots help dull the boredom pains. Seen Tommy around?"
"Ah... no. No Mr. Morgan. Maybe he's out in the garage working on his train layout." My voice sounded funny to me. Kind of tight and shaky. I could not tear my eyes away from his super-thick cock swinging against his thighs as he vigorously brushed his hair. My palms felt all sweaty. I couldn't think of another thing to say to him.
He picked up a comb and attacked his thick, bushy hair. "I guess I'm lucky not to be bald at my age, but I can never get the damn part straight. Even when I'm sober. Here..." He thrust the comb into my startled hands. "You do it for me."
He was so tall he had to bend down so I could reach the top of his head. His hips pushed out toward me. I could feel his cock pressing against my belly when I reached up to try to part his hair straight. My hands started to shake. I know my face was a deep red. "I... it's hard to reach up there, Mr. Morgan," I managed to tell him.
"Skrunch down a little more."
He weaved around abit and then moved closer to me. Somehow his dick got pointed up in the air as our bodies touched and his cock skin rolled back. A big, wide reddish head came out. He looked down and saw my nipples poking out against my thin blouse, and then his eyes focused on his stiffening prick. I kept moving against him, more than I really had to I'll admit, still trying to comb his hair. I dropped my arms finally, but I didn't step back.
"Is that straight enough Mr. Morgan?" I asked him.
"I haven't seen it that straight in a month of Sundays," he muttered. "Oh. You mean the part in my hair." He glanced in the mirror and then his eyes met mine. Something seemed to click in both our minds. His hand slid between our bodies, to grip his cock and move up and down on it, very slowly. "Do it," he whispered. "Go ahead. You know you want to."
My legs suddenly felt like they were made of rubber. My face got burning hot. I could feel my cunt start to flow like a tiny fountain. Without saying a word I slid down until I was on my knees in front of him. My hands reached out to close around his shaft as it grew even longer and harder. I could feel his blood pulsing inside it. Like they had a mind of their own, my shaking hands were moving up and down on him and pulling him closer and closer to my mouth.
"I've never... I don't know how to do this. Is... is this what I'm supposed to do?" My tongue flicked out and swirled around on the tip of his cock.
"God, yes," he groaned. "That's exactly right. Open your mouth wider..."
I felt his hands brush the back of my head and ease me toward him. His swollen cockhead slipped between my teeth and kept on going and going and going into my mouth! I choked a little and pulled back, reaching for his hips to steady him. I sucked on his bobbing, jerking cock like I'd suddenly gone truly sex-mad. I guess I had! His cock felt so strong and muscular in my mouth, my head began to spin with excitement. My teeth closed down on him. I nestled his full balls in my hands. They felt so heavy I couldn't believe it! My jaws began to cramp, I was sucking on him so hard. Even with my two fists right around him, half his cock stuck out in the air for me to chew and lick. We never heard Mrs. Morgan come in the room!
"Leland, must you always take so long to get dressed for my dinners... Oh, my goodness! Leland! Penny! What on earth are you doing? Never mind. I can see."
"Hi, honey," he grinned at her sheepishly. "Penny's just helping me get my hair parted straight."
"Down there! On her knees! With your cock in her mouth?"
"Well," he smiled, reaching down to help me to my feet. "One thing kind of led to another," his voice trailed off. "Ah... care for a drink?"
He held out the bottle to her, standing there with his huge hard-on bobbing up and down in the air.
"Really, Leland. No thank you. And I think you've had quite enough. To drink, I mean. Penny, I hope you never breathe one word about this to your mother. Oh, dear. You've got me so flustered, Leland."
I finally found my voice. A liltle devil in me made me run over to her and put my arms tightly around her. I could feel her stiff nipples pressing against my, boobs. "Gosh, I'm sorry about this, Mrs. Morgan. I..."
"Eve. Call me Eve," she muttered distractedly.
"Eve," I said. "It just seemed to happen. You are a very lucky woman. Your husband has a beautiful, strong, lovely cock." That devil kept pushing me. I kept getting quick flashes of his thick fuck-pole going into that black patch of hair I'd seen in their living room. I had, a wildly insane desire to see him fuck her. I had heard my mom and dad making out many a night, but never once had I seen a woman getting screwed. She was so scatterbrained and he was so far along on whiskey, I figured I could push them both to the limit. "See how it stands up so straight and strong. Feel it," he told her.
She reached out for him, her hands closing around his rod with the practiced gesture of years of handling him. "We'll never get this thing stuffed in his pants, Penny," she moaned. Her hand was absently rubbing her cunt through her skirt. "I suppose... do you mind, Penny, if we... we're so late already, anyway. Promise you'll never breathe a word about this, if..."
"Honest. I'll never tell a soul."
"Well..." she said doubtfully, lifting her dress up over her thighs. "Maybe just a quickie. Just to get him down, I mean..."
She perched up on the edge of the dresser and reached for the bottle. "What the hell," she muttered, taking a long drink. "I hate cold chicken-a-la-king anyway."