Chapter 6

When we had finally recuperated from making love, Ginny and I turned our attention to developing some strategy for keeping the family together. After some discussion, Ginny and I decided that she would work on Mom and I would be responsible for Dad. "It has to be that way, she explained. "Dad will hardly talk to me anymore without yelling ever since I got into high school. He thinks all seventeen-year-old-girls are tramps."

"Well, aren't they?" I dead-panned.

She looked at me to see if I was serious. Trying with all my might to keep from breaking up, I maintained a face of stone.

Then, suddenly, I could no longer maintain my solemn pose. My cheeks billowed with air just before a stream of laughter spewed from my mouth. "Well, aren't they?" I shrieked gleefully.

"You better believe it," she broke up, hugging me in a sisterly embrace. "But what I can't wait for is until you're seventeen. With your body, you'll make me look like a nun. They'll have to send you away to a boarding school so you won't embarrass the family."

"The family ... the family ..." I said grimly, abruptly turning serious at the mention of it.

"What's wrong, Tina?" Ginny wanted to know.

"There's not going' to be any family unless we get to work and save it," I said, getting up and starting to dress.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"To find Billy and talk to him about convincing Dad not to leave Mom and break up the family," I said.

"Billy?"

"He's Dad's pride and joy," I explained. "If Dad won't listen to me, he'll listen to Billy."

"Do you think you can get the little squirt to go along with the idea?" Ginny asked.

"I think so," I said confidently. "I didn't know you'two were that close." "We are now," I said, recalling that early morning confrontation on the bathroom floor when Billy had come within an inch of popping my cherry.

"Good luck," Ginny said. "I guess I'd better get dressed, too, and go find Mom."

Billy wasn't anywhere around the house, so I decided to take a walk over to the ballfield to see if a game was going on. He was up at the plate when I got there, his red hair visible from a block away even under his batting helmet.

"Strike three, you're out!" the umpire bellowed after Billy swung futilely at a fat pitch. It surprised me because he was usually a pretty good hitter.

As Billy walked dejectedly from the plate, the field suddenly filled with kids from the other team cheering over their victory.

I came up behind Billy and threw my arm around him to console him. At first he jumped, but when he saw it was me he managed a smile. But there were tears in his eyes.

"Don't take it so hard," I tried to console him.

"It's only a game."

"But I blew it," he sobbed. "I should have been able to hit that guy's pitching. I just can't concentrate."

"Mom and Dad?" I asked understandingly.

He nodded his head. "I have trouble triinking about playing ball or anything else since they decided to get a divorce," Billy said sadly. "You know, I even flunked a spelling test today at school, and that's my best subject. Everytime I try to concentrate on anything else, my mind always comes back to the family breaking up."

"Yeah, I know how it is," I sympathized as I walked with my arm draped over his shoulders. "It's rough all right."

Then, abruptly, he stopped walking and looked up at me, tears pouring from his bloodshot eyes. "What are we going to do?" he wailed. "What if I have to move and never see my friends again. What if I never see Mom again. Or you and Ginny."

"Don't worry," I said soothingly, pushing back his baseball cap and smoothing his hair. "Ginny and I have come up with a plan."

"Aw, nothingll work," he said dejectedly. "They hate each other. I knew it was coming. I knew about the sex. It was only a matter of time until it all came out in the open. I should be able to take it better than this."

"You knew about the sex?" I blurted in surprise, stopping in my tracks. "What do you mean?"

"I'd seen her," he said.

"What?"

"About two months ago I went to Mom and Dad's bedroom to swipe some change," he explained, "and there were a couple of naked people in bed."

"You mean they were ..."

"Fucking," he said gravely. "At first I couldn't see their faces, but right away I could see his prick moving in and out of her cunt. I knew I should leave, but it was like I was hypnotized."

"Yeah, I understand completely," I nodded my head slowly, vividly recalling my first sight of the repairman's cock inside Mom's hairy cunt. "Who was it?"

"At first I thought it was Mom and Dad. That he'd come home from work early, you know. But the more 1 kept watching the more I realized it wasn't who I thought it was. Then, when he pulled out of her pussy and came all over her face, I knew it wasn't then."

"Who was she sleeping with?" I asked in a hush, dying to know. "She?"

"Yes, Mom. Who was she making love to?" "Nobody," he said, obviously puzzled by my response.

"I... I don't understand," I stammered, even more perplexed than Billy. "You said that

Mom..."

"I said that I thought it was Mom at first," he said. "But Dad was screwing somebody else. When I saw the black case on the floor I finally figured it out. He'd come home early from work and was fucking the Avon lady."

"Dad?" I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Yes," Billy said. "Isn't that what this divorce is all about? Mom finding out about Dad?"

Suddenly the strain was too much for me and something within me snapped. Without knowing why, I broke out in wild laughter. Then the tears started to roll down my cheeks.

"Tina, Tina, what's the matter?" Billy said, grabbing ahold of me and shaking me. "What's wrong with you?"

"I had the same thing happen to me," I calmed down enough to explain.

"You mean you saw Dad with somebody?"

"No .. . Mom!"

Billy was shocked. "Who ... who with?" he finally managed to ask in a deadly hush.

"The refrigerator repairman. I watched the whole thing. And then Dad caught them and blew up."

"Oh, wow," he muttered. "Both of them. Gosh, Tina, what are we going to do?"

By now we had reached the house. "Let's go inside and catch our breath and try and get our heads straight," I said. "Right now I don't know what to think."

We went into the kitchen for some milk and cookies, and then took them into the bedroom. Sitting on Billy's bed across from each other, we munched and sipped silently, both of our minds working overtime.

Finally I said, "Do you think we should confront both of them with what we know? I mean, the fact that both Mom and Dad had both been fooling around makes the situation more complicated. But, on the other hand, it makes it easier for each to forgive the other."

"I guess so," he said, glumly chewing a cookie.

"Ginny says she'll talk to Mom," I said. "Will you go with me to Dad?"

Billy said nothing, looking down at the space between us.

"Billy, look at me," I said irritably. "We've got to make a decision."

He lifted his gaze, but, then, before I resumed talking, it dropped again.

"What's the matter, Billy?"

"Uh. .. nothing," he said. But there was definitely something going on, because he'd turned bright red.

"What are you looking at?" I asked angrily. "What's so important that our family can wait?"

"Aw, jeez, I'm sorry," he said, bringing his hand to his face and covering his eyes. "I know I ought to be ashamed of myself, but I just can't help myself from looking up your skirt while you're sitting with your legs apart Uke that. I'm not gonna be able to think unless you change the way you're sitting, Tina."

Suddenly blushing with embarrassment, I looked down toward my lap and saw that my skirt had indeed pulled up over my spread knees because of the Indian-style way in which I was sitting on the bed. Billy had a perfect view of the pale blue crotch of my panties.

"God, I'm... I'm sorry," I sputtered. "I didn't mean to ... to distract you."

"Aw, that's okay," he shrugged. "I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't like to look between your legs. Especially after what happened between us in the bathroom when you caught me jerking off."

When I looked closely at him I saw that he wasn't just being diplomatic. The crotch of his baseball pants was rising and throbbing. Looking at my open crotch had made his cock as stiff as a board.

I wanted to get off the bed and cover my panties, but for some reason I couldn't make myself do it. Sitting there like I was paralyzed, I watched Billy's eyes drop below my waist again, protruding at the sight of my spread thighs.

Maybe I didn't cover myself because Billy suddenly seemed happy. He had been so gloomy ever since I'd encountered him striking out at the baseball game. On the walk home, with all our talk about Mom and Dad breaking up he'd been so sad. Now, from looking up my dress, his depression seemed to have at least temporarily vanished. It occurred to me that it would be cruel to take away that little ray of sunshine from the kid when things were going so badly for him.

Instead of getting up, I remained with my legs spread and let him look at my crotch. Returning his stare, I focused on the pulsing bulge in his pants, finding my cares vanishing also as I imagined what his slim cock must look like straining under the taut flannel of his baseball uniform.

After a few moments I stole a glance at his face again and saw that his eyes were rounder and wider than before. "What's the matter, Billy?" I asked, taking in his feverish expression. "Is there something wrong?"

"Your... your .. . panties," he said. "They're getting wet. You're wetting your pants!"

It was true. I could feel the stain spreading in a growing circle. My pussy was gushing. Within seconds my panties were clinging to my crotch. I could feel the lips oozing from my crack and rubbing against the soft, moist fabric.

"Do you like to look at your big sister's panties?" I asked coyly.

Excitedly, he nodded his head yes. "Especially when they're wet."

"Why is that?" I teased him.

"Because when they're wet, I can ... I can see everything down there."

"You mean my cunt?"

He nodded his head even more vigorously than before.

"Does looking at it make you feel better?"

"Oh, yes ... yes, it does," Billy panted.

"I'll bet you've even forgotten about striking - out, haven't you?"

"Yes," he gasped.

As if he had to answer my questions. By now his cock was jumping under his pants, swollen to full, throbbing hardness. I could imagine a drop of the white cream of which he was so proud oozing from the end and blotting into the absorbent cotton fly of his underpants.

When he squirmed I knew he had just become aware of the hidden stickiness I had anticipated.

"Would you like to see my cunt without anything in the way?" I asked tenderly.

"Oh, boy, would I!" he gushed boyishly, licking his lips like I had just offered him something really good to eat.

Without saying anything, I reached under my skirt and slipped my fingers under the elastic waistband of my panties. While I straightened out my legs, I slowly rolled the sopping fabric down my hips. I could hear the damp panty-crotch pulling wetly from my sticky pussy. My nostrils flared as the aroma of my aroused cunt filled the air.

Tantalizing my horny little brother, I carefully slipped the saturated panties off. Concealing my pussy, I held my dripping panties in the air, pushing them under my brother's nose. The intoxicating odor made his face wrinkle.

After waving them under Billy's nose for several maddening seconds, I dropped my panties over the edge of the bed. We could both hear them literally splat when they hit the floor.

Now I curled my fingers around the hem of my skirt. Slowly, I rolled it up, exposing an inch of my legs at a time. When I reached the tops of my thighs, my movements became even more deliberate. I teasingly made it seem like it would take forever for me to fully expose myself to my goggle-eyed, panting brother.

Then, at last, the wispy patch of curly hair at the bottom of my pubic triangle showed itself. Billy's cock leaped in his pants with such hardness that it might as well have been out in the open, so excited was he at the first glimpse of my naked pussy.

A few more folds of my hem and my cunt was before him. To make it an even more delectable sight, I slowly spread my legs, feeling my cunt-lips pull stickily apart as the space between my thighs increased.

My pussy opened further and further until I couldn't stretch my legs any further. My cunt was wide open.

Both of us were drooling-Billy from his gaping mouth, and me from my steaming pussy. Just to drive him a little crazier, I reached down and laid a finger into the bubbling chasm of my open gash, rubbing it up and down between my glistening cunt-lips.

When my finger was slicked with juice, I removed it from my frothing slit and brought it to my mouth. Flicking out my tongue, I lapped my own dew, closing my eyes and savoring its exotic taste.

"Want some?" I asked.

He looked pale, mesmerized by the sight of my gaping pussy and me deliciously tasting myself.

"Don't worry,*' I teased, "it won't stunt your growth. It might even grow hair on your chest. Or someplace even better."

I dropped my hand to my crotch again. This time I slipped my finger between my slick lips and plunged it into the depths of my gooey crevice. When it was soaking with cream, I pulled my finger from my gash and thrust it toward Billy's face, watching the excess drops loop in the air as they flew off.

In the same way I had slipped my finger between my labia, I slid it between Billy's lips. When I got it inside his mouth I could feel his tongue start to reflexively lick, wrapping around my finger to remove every precious morsel of my girlish fluid.

When I pulled my finger from his mouth, I dropped my hand into his lap. Even though I was expecting his cock to be hard, my hand still jumped when I felt his throbbing shaft for the first time. Even through- his pants it was like touching the blade of a razor-sharp dagger.

"Touch my cunt," I hissed while I fumbled with his fly.

Sliding closer to him, I straddled his waist and seized his wrist with my free hand, placing his palm flat against the drooling cleft of my pussy. When I was satisfied with his pressure against my cunt, I pulled down his zipper and plowed through the barrier of his underpants toward his cock. When I felt it writhe in my grip like a fevered snake, I pulled it out of his pants in a single, springing yank.

Incredibly, Billy's prick seemed to have grown an extra inch since the last time I'd seen it. With only inches separating his loins from mine, the end of his dick twitched excitingly near the top of my pussy, the curling tendrils of my wispy pubic floss tickling against his purple knot.

As I started to rhythmically stroke his young tool, I could feel Billy's trembling fingers slip between the slimy folds of my pussy lips. My cunt sucked him in, my greasy flow lubricating the penetration I yearned for. At the same time I pulled his taut foreskin over his swollen cock-head and then ripped it back down his shaft, jerking him off better than he could have ever done to himself. The cock I was stroking now appeared to be jutting from between my legs instead of his as I sat on his lap and obscured his groin. His nuts rubbed maddeningly against the bottom of my pussy while his hidden fingers deeply finger-fucked me.

Spasms of passion tore through my body as Billy plumbed the depths of my cunt, jabbing point after point of deep-seated pleasure. Adding fuel to the fire, the shaft of his cock lay against the emerging nub of my clit, moving sensuously against my joy-button while I throttled his elongated tool with pumping masturbation.

Now I leaned down, contorting myself so I could reach the head of his cock with my flicking tongue. In a second I made the tip of his prick glisten with saliva, bathing it with hot spit.

little bubbles of semen foamed from his cock. The way his slit was frothing and his dick was jumping, it would be only an instant before he was coming.

Before I could bend my neck enough to wrap my lips around his throbbing cock-head, the tiny slash at the end suddenly wretched forth a spewing of hot discharge. Unable to swallow his cum, I happily settled for an onslaught of it splashing against my face. Glob after glob of hot sperm scalded against me, getting into my hair, my eye, trickling down the slope of my nose, and dribbling down my chin.

Billy shot his fingers up my' cunt even deeper than before. A nerve-shattering snap of pain abruptly inundated my loins and spread like an electric shock throughout my body as his probing fingers brutally stretched my taut hymen, reminding me that I was still a virgin.

Moaning and groaning in an incredible combination of agony and ecstasy, I pitched forward on my brother, crushing him beneath me as I flattened him on the bed with the top half of my falling body. In the confusion, his cum-slicked cock slipped from my grasp. I wriggled on his muscular, young body, feeling his slippery dick slither under my haunches. When I finally stopped squirming I realized I had crawled over it and his cock was now sticking straight up between the parted cheeks of myass.

Even though he had just come, Billy's prick was as hard as ever. Spurred on by the soft cleavage of my buns, it began pumping in the ravine of my sweaty rectal cleft. His foreskin chafed in the groove of my crack, his pulsing cock-head emerging from the slot of my ass and slapping sensuously against the small of my back.

Masturbating him with my buns, I tightened the globes of my ass to achieye maximum jerking pressure, and felt his cock dance in my crack. His shaft rubbed maddeningly against my asshole. Inside, I could feel the rectal juices start to flow, my asshole drooling for its first fuck.

Reaching behind me, I tried to grasp his cock, hoping to slip it inside my drooling anus. But grabbing it was like trying to get a hold of a greased pig. Before I could get a solid grip, I felt Billy's cock lurch in the glove of my cheeks and send a long, hot stream of scalding cum spurting up my back.

His cum was lacerating, searing my skin like I was being whipped as it scorched the bare flesh where my blouse had ridden up. Billy erupted for at least thirty seconds before he stopped. And when he was through, his prick was as hard as ever! At eleven years old, Billy's cock was still small enough for its tip to fit comfortably into the indentation of my anus. After lifting myself up a few inches, I came down on him, feeling him stab into me halfway down his shaft on the first try.

Billy's dick had never felt such tightness from a masturbating hand as the narrow slot of my asshole provided him. My anus just sucked him in, swallowing his four or five inches of meat all the way to his balls. Just below, his nuts rubbed excitingly against the outer folds of my pussy, providing an incredible sensation with the circular bumping motion of their churning roundness. Fucked to the hilt in the ass, I felt the shit in my colon ball up like a fist, punching me in the belly from the inside.

But as much as I was getting, I wanted more. I tore my blouse off and ripped the skimpy training bra from my heaving chest. My breasts, swollen far beyond their normal size, smothered Billy's gasping face.

Too overwhelmed to know what to do, Billy lay pinned under me, trying to keep from choking to death. When he opened his mouth to fight for air, I gave him a tit instead.

I filled his mouth with my nipple like I was a nursing mother. He gurgled just like a hungry baby getting his nourishment after a night of crying.

I moved my hips in a gyrating motion that showed a sexual flair far beyond my tender years and limited experience. The feel of my brother's cock filling my ass spurred reflexes I hadn't faiown f had as I fought for every extra fractional inch of penetration. The tingling walls of my burning colon wrapped around the head of his prick, wringing his cock like a washrag.

Immobilized at first by the shock of what I was doing to him, now Billy started moving beneath me as vigorously as I was writhing on top of him. His cock surged further and further into my shit-pit, while he sucked on one of my tits. Shrieking in pain, I realized that he had just sunk his teeth into my erect nipple.

The pain just made me fuck harder. I wanted him to tear me apart inside with his sword-like dick the same way he was ripping into my tit. I want to explode with passion. I wanted to bleed and come and shit and piss all at once, fucking so hard I would have to be hospitalized.

Then it came to me. As Billy's cock bashed up my tight ass, I was certain I had stumbled upon a tactic that might bring Mom and Dad back together again. If I pretended to be sick-really sick-they'd be so worried about me they couldn't split up. Even if I was disappointed and it did fail, I knew it was something I had to try.

Just as I had made up my mind, Billy came for the third time within minutes, drenching my ass.

An orgasm swept over me. My brain was reduced to mindless jelly. My pulse became a blur. In the pit of my stomach, my belly turned over and over. My cunt had become dripping slime. My tits were being ravaged by Billy's grinding teeth.

But they were all a Sunday school picnic compared to my ass. It was like there was a firecracker, a cherry bomb, and a stick of dynamite in there all at the same time. They were all exploding at once, filling my bowels with lust.

Billy's cum backed up in my intestines, pooching my lower abdomen with a temporary roundness. When his dick finally started to shrivel, Billy slipped out of my ass and lay supine beneath me, panting from his exhaustion. My orgasm was almost over too, but I was anything but exhausted. If anything, I was feeling better than I had all day. Sure, my asshole was aching. And my tits were sore. My cunt throbbing. But, although the fucking was over, I still had plenty to look forward to. I had a way to keep the family together. My plan made me feel so good that I was determined to be sick as a dog as long as it took to get Mom and Dad to realize they really loved each other.