Chapter 7
We were supposed to be down sightseeing the Cabildo and Jackson Square, but I figured we ought to get back to the house pretty soon, so I bought us two-flavor snowballs and a couple of pralines, then started home. I was enjoying being with my sister; I mean, it was wholly different with us now, like we were good friends at last, and lovers at most. She didn't seem like a bitchy kid to me any more, and I looked at Claire through new eyes, seeing her writhing on the bed, feeling her thighs on each side of my head while her honeyed pussy slid up and down my seeking mouth.
Every once in a while, as we walked, I couldn't keep from sneaking little touches of her ass, or brushing my arms across her tits. She dug that attention, too, and kept smiling up at me with those hot and slidy lights in her eyes. Claire was growing up fast, and I wanted very much to get in between her slim legs and pound my hard meat up into her unused cunt.
But I knew damned well that we had to wait awhile for the Pills to get to work, for her cherry to be broken by someone with a smaller cock, my father. So I was more or less content to feel her up and think ahead to eating her delightful little toy snatch some more, to maybe feel her mouth wrapped around my shaft in return.
I let us into the house with the key maman had given me, and we went quietly up the stairs. The stereo was playing softly, but we didn't see maman of dad around. Putting one finger to my lips, I warned my sister to hold it down, and led her down the hall to where maman's bedroom door stood open.
Claire squeezed hard upon my hand when she saw what was going on. I immediately pulled her down so that we kneeled there on the carpet with a lot less chance of being seen. It didn't make any difference if maman knew we were there, but there was no sense in shaking up our father. We crouched there and watched them naked on the bed. Our timing was just right because they were just starting in, and we would be able to see it all, from the beginning.
They were pressed close together, and maman's long, polished legs were moving up and down against him as she rubbed the deep silvery hairs of her mound eagerly against the root of his distended prick, and dad was feeling her up, kissing her and caressing the modeled cheeks of her lovely ass.
I knew how he felt, with maman's satiny flesh moving against him, knowing the warm fondling of her hands and the blazing excitement of her mobile mouth. It was like I was right there with him, inside his skin, but still myself, and my own shaft grew tall and hard, throbbing steadily deep within its rigid meat.
Maman was whispering in his ear, winding herself around his body, rubbing her rounded breasts over his flesh, and I could see that dad was taut all over. My sister put her lips against my ear and tickled me there when she whispered hotly: "Why aren't they fucking? Is maman teasing him, or what?"
I shook my head, not taking my eyes from the scene, and saw maman's head begin to drift down dad's chest, pausing so that she could lick his nipples, and I knew what she was about to do. She was going to break him in to oral sex, turn him on in a way that he had always avoided, just because he didn't know any better.
He didn't resist, and shuddered when she nibbled at his belly, his hands clenched by his sides and his cock bulging stiffly. But I saw something else, the position she was turning herself into, and realized that my father was about to get a double introduction. She was going down on him all right, but it wouldn't be solitaire. Maman was changing ends, sliding her legs up beside his head, pointing her face down, her mouth already busy at the outward fringe of his brown pubic hairs.
I jumped-because my sister's hand had stolen between my thighs and her fingers were caressing my cock, my balls. My jeans were too tight, so I loosened them and pulled the zipper. Claire's quick fingers dipped inside my shorts and made room for my prick to spring out. I just kept staring at the pair on the bed, and I wondered if dad would actually do it, if he could kick his uptight ideas and let himself dive into that fragrant, delicious pussy so close to his face now.
Maman's tongue was licking readily and warmly into his hairs, and her deft fingers were exploring his balls, sliding up his shaft and playing lightly around the swollen head. A droplet of clear fluid leaked from the tip, and she smeared the sticky stuff around over the bulb.
Turning her head, she sucked one of his balls into her hot mouth, and I knew that her tongue was teasing over the wrinkled sack, probing the testicle itself. I saw that it was driving my father out of his mind because his fingers were digging at the sheet and his own head was rolling from side to side.
Maman played it exactly right; she didn't push it at him, but neither did she go right in and give him what he was so desperately craving at the moment. Instead, she kept playing and teasing, licking up his shaft and barely raking the slick heat of her tongue across his pulsing cockhead. She was building him to such a point that he had to do something, or simply blow off into the air.
Then she eased her knee up across his chest, bringing that steamy and tempting mound close to his face, sliding the smooth roundness of her thigh over his head and hesitating there, offering her adorable pussy to him, but not forcing the issue.
"Darling," she purred against his cock, "darling Greg-there can be no shame between lovers, no holding back. See-I love your beautiful hard prick; I kiss it and run my tongue over it. I want to give you pleasure, lover. I want to!"
His hands reached up and found the artistically shaped pears of her cheeks, and with a deep sigh, my father plunged his face suddenly into her palpitating crotch, burying his mouth into those soft and silken curls of silvery hair. Maman gave a pleased little moan, and darted her mouth over the head of his prick, wrapping her eager lips around it, making her tongue very busy.
Holding to his shaft, she bobbed her head up and down, and her cheeks dipped in and out as she sucked, as she laved him with her tongue and the roof of her mouth. I shuddered, feeling as he was the back of her throat, that velvet and sucking cup that could thrill the head of a man's cock so much.
My sister's hand clamped down on my prick, and I glanced away from the action on the bed to look into her eyes. They were glued to our father and grandmother, and Claire was breathing hard. "L-look at that," she whispered hoarsely. "Daddy is really eating into her pussy, and she's-she's just about devouring his cock. I don't see how she can-doesn't it choke her, Johnny?"
"No," I whispered back. "She loves it; don't you see how much she loves it?"
"Daddy is loving her, too. Oh wow-he has his whole face buried into maman's cunt, and his tongue is doing just what yours does when you go down on me. He's really getting over any hang-ups, isn't he?"
"Hush," I warned. "He'll hear you." I looked back at the bed, focusing on maman's lips as they worked wetly up and down my father's swollen rod, making it glisten, making his balls hunch up to meet her mouth. She was wiggling against him, humping her pussy lightly into his suctioning lips, feeding him her sweet love juices, rubbing her feverishly aroused clit against his teeth, teaching him how to really eat pussy.
Claire was pushing at me with both hands, forcing me to sit down, and I wondered why. Then I saw what she had in mind; turned on so much by what she was witnessing, my sister had decided to go ahead and get her first taste of cock. She wanted to match what maman was doing to dad, to do the same thing. Man, I was more than willing because my prick was so hard it was about to split, so I spread my legs and let her go to it.
Claire kept her head tilted so she could see what was going on, and she used her tongue over my cockhead as if she had been giving blow jobs all her young life. It lapped across the tip, and when she tasted the pre-seminal fluid there, the flavor seemed to freak her out because she immediately drove her mouth down into the little slot and sucked it.
Her fingers caressed my shaft and tickled my balls. I put my hands on my sister's head and worked my fingers into her heavy black hair, holding her tenderly as she cupped her young lips over my knob and pulled it into her mouth. She hadn't yet learned to cover her teeth, and they raked across the sensitive skin of my shaft, but I didn't care; it felt good. The roof of her mouth was very spongy, all slippery and hot, and she kept reaching down until the end of my cock touched the cup of her throat.
I was afraid she might retch then, but she controlled herself and continued to slide her mouth up and down, her eyes fixed upon maman, upon daddy's cock being sucked in the same fashion. It was a fantastic sensation, being sucked and watching head being given; it was even better because my little sister was doing it to me, worshipping my turgid cock with her tongue and throat, adoring it with the fondling of her inner cheeks.
Just about then, dad gave a lurch and hammered his heels upon the bed. He groaned into maman's juicy snatch, digging his fingers into the spread cheeks of her moving, twisting ass. I saw his balls climb upward in her hand, and then his prick leaped as the compressed load of his semen was released.
Maman swallowed furiously, pulling at his cockhead and draining spurt after spurt of the sizzling come. Her ass hunched and she ground her heaving pussy into dad's face, worked it over his mouth, and when her legs stiffened out, I knew that she had reached her own orgasm. Little ripples moved over the clenched cheeks of her silken ass, and I was happy for her, glad for them both as they lay head to foot, with their mouths locked onto and into each other.
"Ummm," moaned my sister, and the vibrations added a special dimension to what she was doing for my prick. She was still staring at them on the bed, hurrying now to make me come, to get the job done while our father's cock was yet held lovingly inside maman's mouth.
Holding to Claire's head, I humped my prick into her lips, forced the cockhead up and down as she chewed delicately upon it, while her tongue raced wildly over it, and the suction built up thrillingly, insanely. I felt the first rush of power lifting from somewhere down around my ankles, and a tingle spread over my calves, across my knees and into my suddenly tensed thighs. My balls puffed up and trembled, and the juices banged upward through my pole to reach the cockhead.
It shivered and pulsed; the slit opened to spit forth a gush of semen, hurling a spatter of the hot and sticky fluid into the back of my sister's throat. My come splashed across the roof of her mouth and soaked the inside of her siphoning cheeks; it flowed thick and profusely down her throat, and she drank thirstily of it.
They were stirring on the bed, and I saw them through blurred eyes, but enough to realize that Claire and I had better get the hell out of the hallway and back to our rooms. Regretfully, I pulled her head up, and my prick plopped out of her mouth, but not dripping any come; she had drained every drop of fluid from it. Licking her lips, she tilted her face up at me, and I jerked my thumb in the direction of the hall.
We crawled part way, then I helped her to her feet and we scooted the rest of the way on tippy toe, my cock bobbing and nodding until I stopped and stuffed it back into my jeans. "Come on into my room," I hissed, and she nodded.
With the door locked behind us, I told my sister what a thrill she had given me, how wonderful she was at sucking cock. Claire kissed my cheek and smiled. "Wait until I get a chance to-fuck you," she said. "I'm sure I can do it good, now. After watching you and maman last night, and seeing how daddy dug being eaten today, I'm just about ready for anything."
"I'll bet you are," I said. "Do you want me to go down on you?"
"Any time," she breathed, and we sat together on the bed, "But would you do something else? I mean, I realize that my pussy has to be opened up, but I keep thinking, what if daddy can't be brought around to making it with me? I have to screw somebody, Johnny; I really have to, and pretty soon, too."
"Whatever you want," I said, "but I really shouldn't fuck you until the Pill is working."
"How about just finger fucking me, then?" Her piquant, elfin face was bright. "You could feel around inside my cunt real good, and pry a little, spread me out some. I can get off on that."
I kissed her again, running my tongue between those delicate young lips that had so recently been around my spurting prick. I thought I could taste the musky flavor of my own semen, but I wasn't certain. "Get undressed," I said.
Quickly, she whipped off her clothing and stretched out on the bed. As I got naked with her, Claire remembered what maman had told her about the pillow, and lifted her sweet little ass to place it beneath her slender cheeks. I kneeled there at her feet and ran my eyes over that wonderful gamin's body; her skin was so perfect, the tan extending up to the tops of her slim thighs and down to the very top of her pouting cunt. There was another pale streak that ran across her budding tits, which made her dark nipples stand out even more.
Claire was a sensuous nymphet now, highly aware of the hot capabilities of her newly awakened body, and she would be better when she had realized the fulfillment of a man's big prick. I loved to look at her, feasting upon the pouting lips of her lightly -haired mound, peering closely at the fragile cunt lips so softly pink. She wiggled, hiking her spread thighs and making small bumps at the air, eager to have something put inside her hungry and passionate-snatch.
But first I lowered my face and kissed it, then sat back to caress between her legs, cupping that provocative pussy in my palm, fingering up the crack of her hairless ass.
"Stick me deep," Claire gasped, rolling her thin hips. "I don't care if it hurts; I don't care if I bleed. Just put it in deep, Johnny."
I fondled her humid cunt, trailing my fingers up and down the tremulous labia, then carefully worked a tip into the exquisite, tight lips. It would be magnificent to feel them close around my prick, I thought, and hoped she could take all my meat without pain or trouble. Claire writhed as I probed a little deeper into the narrow, hot recess, and her stimulated vaginal walls let down a flow of perfumed lubricating oils.
My finger went in and in, and I wiggled it, stroking the velvet walls, shoving it deeper until I felt the end push against some kind of membrane. Her maidenhead, I thought, my kid sister's cherry. I worked at it, but it wouldn't give way, so I slid my finger back and forth, lifting the knuckle to caress her excited clitoris, to stimulate that erotic nubbin and inflame it.
"Like a cock," Claire breathed. "Oh, make it like your cock, Johnny. Nice and hard, beautiful and long-ahh, ooh! Yes, sweet boy-oh yes, yes!"
She surged against my palm, gyrating her ass madly, voluptuously. Her belly quivered and she snapped her thighs together as she arched her back. I moved my finger faster, pushed it as deeply as I dared, and concentrated always upon arousing her clit. My sister bucked and heaved, her head thrown back and her eyes rolling.
"C-coming!" she gasped. "Oh-oh-darling, I'm coming!"
Her cunt loosened a little, turned hotter and juicier, and Claire's head rolled to one side. I held my finger inside her and hoped she could have a real prick soon.