Chapter 8
"You goddamn Horny Toad. Horny!" Jill screamed into her sister's still-taped wide open eyes. "You never could get enough cocoa, doll clothes, TV, John Barrymore ... .. and now you can't get enough sex, either. Well, it just figures," Jill stomp on the bed as she bent down to untie her sister's foot. "Aw, never mind," she shouted to the whole second floor of the house, "Let her stay tied up."
"I already undid her hand over here," Murray said, holding up an empty noose of clothesline.
"Why don't you wait for my orders like you're supposed to," Jill sounded totally incensed with rage at her bumbling lieutenant of a brother.
"Aw, cut it out, Sis," Murray said, whining again, "The fun and games are over, so how come you still want to be boss?"
"Talk nice to her, Murray," Ginger said, reaching over to untie her own right hand, "or she'll cut off your pussy supply."
"You fucking little brat," Jill bellowed, grabbing the whip in her hand and thrashing it through the now thick, still air of the room. "I think I feel like whipping the daylights out of you. Giving you that whipping that Mom and Dad never gave you."
Jill jumped back up onto the bed and threw a hard, biting lash into the air. The leathery thong snapping sounded like a tree trunk breaking off.
Ginger ran off the bed and pushed past her brother. As he grabbed after her, she pulled the brass knob of her sister's door as hard as she could and when it burst open she found herself face to face with Richie Garrison.
He grabbed her in his right arm and grabbed Murray with his left.
"Aren't you a little young to be playing with whips, Jill?" he asked as the startled girl froze like a statue on the bed.
"I'm afraid you're a little late, Richie," Ginger said, feeling like she could use a long bath and cool glass of lemon soda.
"It looks like right on time," he said, giving her a little squeeze and a quick brush kiss on the cheek.
"Okay, Cleopatra," he said, going to the bed and surveying the nubile nude body of the bratty high school senior he loathed, "come on down."
"Okay," Richie said in a neighborly tone as he hopped onto the bed and easily overpowered the slender teenager. He grabbed the whip from her instantly and shoved her off the bed. It was fun to get the upper hand with a girl two years older than himself.
"What are you doing here, Richie?" Murray asked, suddenly strolling over in a very friendly manner and practically giving his hand the businessman's shake.
"I had a date with Ginger, but it looks like somebody beat me to it," he let a little air of menace seep into his voice as he eyed Murray with rancor.
"You got it wrong, Rich," Murray said, sitting on the bed with his dangling penis caressing the chenille spread.
Jill grabbed Ginger's towel off the floor and wrapped herself up in it. She felt a little like a south sea island native girl.
"I never fucked her," Murray said, as though he were pleading to a cruel judge and a heartless jury, "it's not what you think."
"What do I think?" Richie asked him in an amazingly calm and collected manner considering he'd just walked into a hot bed of incest.
"I think you'd like to," Murray said, thinking as fast as he could. His reputation in the neighborhood was at stake here. "And I can help you."
Ginger let chin down into her hands. Somebody had finally come up with a good idea. Now she had to wait for the outcome.
"I know what!" Jill said, sounding like a kindergarten teacher entertaining a class on a day too rainy to go out for recess. "We can draw straws. Whoever gets the shortest one can fuck her first."
"Look, you guys," Ginger said into the silence, "I don't care who goes first, I don't care how you do it, but I really wish somebody would screw me. I'm young, hot, horny, eager, and dying to get it on. Now will you quit stalling?"
"Hold it," Richie said, in the loudest deepest voice of anyone. "I came here tonight to take care of that and I'd really like to be allowed to do it. like, if it's true that nobody's done it yet. I'd kinda like to be the first."
"Okay by me," Murray said, jumping up and slipping into his shorts.
"I won't stop you," Jill said, mentally congratulating herself for her discretion.
"I have one teensy request," Ginger piped up from the depths of her sister's pink satin easy chair, "if it's okay with Richie, I'd like to have Murray and Jill watch. Just this once."
"Fun," Jill said tentatively. "I could get into it. How about you, Murray?"
"Peeping Tom gets peeped at," he said laughing and poking around for his blue jeans. "I like it, too, but I'd sure like to be plugging her myself. I gotta say it, I'm very horny for that little kid. Have been for a long time."
"Me, too," Jill said, feeling very dejected all of a sudden.
"What?" Ginger said, wrinkling her adorable nose up like a prune. "I thought you guys hated my guts."
"Probably jealousy," Richie said, feeling like he should have a pipe hanging out of his mouth at this philosophical observation.
"No, man," Murray said, shaking his head. "I gotta say that Jill here gets my whang rocking with all that teasing and goading stuff she does, but I got a real crush on you, Ginger. Same goes for Jill. Ain't that so, Sexy Sis?"
"What is this shit?" Richie asked, raising both eyebrows at once and coming over to throw an arm around Ginger's shoulder. "You dig your sister?" He wished he hadn't been quite so shocked to hear it. His voice must have risen an octave when he said it.
"Tell her, Jilly," Richie said, grabbing his sister's hand and pumping it hard.
"I tried to, yesterday in the basement," she shook her head mournfully, "I don't even know if she believed me."
"Oh, I believe you, Jill," Ginger said, "I just wasn't sure I wanted to get into it with you."
"Will somebody tell me what's going on here?" Richie said, really sounding his age now.
"I'm bi-sexual, Richie," Jill said, crossing one leg over the other and letting it swing suggestively around in tiny circles. "I go either way, and I've got a thing for Ginger. They say it happens in the best of households."
"And this is really a good family, Rich," Murray said, feeling like a public relations representative, "despite whatever you may think."
"Could we please cut out this talking, talk, talk, and get down to business?" Ginger said, feeling near the end of her rope with the chit-chat being tossed around her.
"Don't see why not," Richie said, agreeably. He reached up and yanked his zipper down so loud and quick the three of them jumped out of their seats.
"We'll just stay right here and watch then?" Jill said it so politely, as though she were asking permission.
"Through the keyhole if you please," Ginger said regally. It would be fun to be spied on for a change.
"How degrading!" the older girl shrieked.
"You love it," Murray said, pinching her ass under the terry cloth.
Ginger ushered them both out of the room by their ears and came back to sit on the bed with Richie.
"Been quite a day, huh?" he said. "You look like you could use a little r and r."
"Oh," Ginger said, in the most languorous, sexiest voice she had. "Now I could really use some hot, heavy action right now, if that's what you're hinting at."
"I'm not exactly hinting," he said, smiling his pearliest, sexiest smile. "Does this look like a hint?"
He relieved his straining hard crotch of its throbbing huge burden and rested his cock on her warm sharp little knee.
"Far out!" was all the little girl could say as she reached out to stroke the swelling thick dick. She let her hand move up and down the length of it, stopping to rest momentarily at every flesh pocket.
Richie felt the rock hardness grip around his cock like a velvet vise. The thing sprung to attention like a toy soldier. He felt a wave of heat and excitement strike every nerve ending in his groin and wash back up into his head. Even his lips felt hard and pulsing.
"Oh, Richie," Ginger cried aloud, throwing herself back on the bed, making sure her spread eagle cunt was throbbing open in the direction of the keyhole, "Fuck me.! Fuck me like there was no tomorrow."
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this," Richie managed to blurt out in between heaves and blasts of red, hot energy blistering out to the end of his sizzling hot pecker.
Outside in the hallway, Jill and Murray jockeyed for the top spot at the opening of the keyhole.
"Me first," Jill ordered, trying to shove Murray's hot little buns out of the way.
"Take a back seat, big sister," Murray said, grinding his hips in her direction, trying to oust her from the spot. "I don't want to miss watching our adorable sibling get the shit fucked out of her."
"How do you know where he's going to do it," Jill said, defiantly plopping her hands down onto her hips. "You two plan this thing ahead of time or something."
"I guess we didn't." Murray bent down again to get a keyhole shaped view of the action in his sister's bedroom. "I just meant that it's not everyday an older brother gets to watch his younger sister lose it to his best friend."
"You can say that again, Greedy Paws," Jill replied, "now move your ass over a few inches and let me see what cooks in there."
Murray was far too occupied checking out the action in the center ring to give his sister an inch.
Sure enough, there was Ginger all right, with her cunt spread out like the night sky across Colorado. He didn't know her cunt could be so spread out.
"Would you do me a big favor, Richie," the little girl said, raising her head up and propping herself on her elbows.
"Sure, Sweet Thighs," he said, sweeping his curly matted hair back from his eyes. "Anything at all."
"Would you lick my clit a little? Or lick my little clit as the case may be."
"God!" Murray shouted, bucking his sister's demanding pushes into his rear end by planting his feet firmly into the hall carpet. "He's going down on her."
"Lemme in there a second or I'll tear the door off the hinges," the girl demanded, stomping her foot and tossing her head back.
"His tongue is as big as a salami," the boy clutched the door knob hard in between his fingers, practically hanging off of it.
"Why couldn't they go to a motel," Jill shrieked disconsolately, "at least there, one of us could see them through the air vent."
Richie Garrison gripped his thrashing member and bent down toward the girl's cute little cunt. He wet one of his fingers in his mouth and placed it gently on the girl's soft, vibrating cunt lips.
"Wow!" Ginger said, grinning up at him, "I think I'm in love."
The boy sailed his fingers around the little rink of Ginger's hot eager hole. The feel of her wispy soft pussy hairs against his hard hand was invigorating his cock to new and untried heights.
"You rabid little turn-on," he growled down to her like a dog in heat. "I can't get enough of you already and I've just started."
"That's just what I'd hoped you'd say," the blonde head said, shaking her hair and moving her lips in an increasingly excited rhythm.
Richie reached high up into the top of her beckoning crack and grabbed a gentle but firm hold on her beating little clit. It grew thick and swollen with the blood rush of excitement as he fondled and stroked it ever more vigorously.
Ginger tried to get a good grip on herself. Perhaps he would work on her like this for an hour or two and she wanted to hold back as long as she could.
"What's going on in there?" Jill said impatiently to her brother who was just about a stone statue in front of the keyhole.
"I don't know, but it sure looks like fun," he said, turning quickly around and throwing her a look of mingled joy and pain.
"I could tell that from the way your pecker is starting to wave around," she said, feeling herself get a little warmer between the thighs just seeing him grow bigger.
"Why don't you give it some material help, huh, Sis?" he said, bending over and spreading his legs apart. "You can reach me from here, can't you?"
Jill, swallowing hard at being forced into the position of taking a back seat to the action, slid sullenly under Murray's outstretched hind quarter. She reached up and eased his shorts down over his thighs. His cock sprang out at her like a goblin at a Halloween party. God, how she loved the sight of that round, hard little bat.
"You feel so good, Ginger," Richie said, congratulating himself at actually having found her clitoris.
"You do all right, yourself, Handsome," she said, relaxing into the hold he had on her. It felt so good to be man handled by someone like him.
"Suck me," Murray said, getting his eyes full. "I want you to take my pecker down your throat and gag on it a little."
"Oh, brother," Jill said, rubbing her whole hand around the boy's throbbing wick. "I've never gagged on your pecker."
"I have a hunch you're going to tonight," he said, feeling like the he-man of the gymnasium. "And I think you're gonna love it."
Jill began nibbling at the tip of her brother's huge, hard brick bat. The taste, the smell, the slipperiness of it caused her to take much more of it down her throat immediately than she had planned on.
"God, that's good," he said, gritting his teeth and thrusting his whole hard on between her lips and down her gullet. "I've wanted that all day long."
Ginger blinked her eyes dreamily and focused again on Richie. He was bending over her cunt and letting his tongue play around the inner lips of her pink, velvety pussy hole.
The dark-haired Romeo let his tongue linger around the pulsating thickness of her raging clit and slipped it down and inside her heaving crack. He fucked her hole hard with his thick, wet log of a tongue and then pulled it out. He sat up straight on the bed and looked at her.
"You're so damn cute," he said, shaking his head, "I hate to say it, but I wish you were my sister."
"God, I can just imagine you being my brother," Ginger giggled, "We'd never get a lick of housework done. Maybe it's better you're not. I'm in enough hot water already around here. Mom and Dad think I'm great, but Murray and Jill are just using me to get to my body."
"Can't blame them," Richie said, finding Ginger's mouth with his gyrating tongue. He thrust it down her throat and wriggled it around hard.
Ginger felt the heat growing between her legs like hot flashes of summer heat lightning.
"Can you slip it into me now?" she said, gurgling up at him and blinking her big blue eyes as hard as she could.
"Spread your legs hard apart and I'll try," he said, running his hands down along the full length of her willowy frame.
Again Ginger adjusted herself onto the bed so that her brother and sister had an award-winning view of her cunt. The little untried cunt that was about to be hammered into the bed springs by huge, walloping schlong of Richie Garrison.
Ginger clutched the bedspread with her hands and dug her fingernails into the mattress as she felt Richie introduce his huge, smooth dome into the soft, quivering hole of her pussy. It felt so close down there. Their two organs meeting and greeting each other for the first time. She smiled up to beamed ceiling of the little room and felt quite at peace with herself. It was good to get fucked, good to be screwed in your own comfy little white frame house. And it was good to come from a close family.
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.