The excruciating pain and rapturous ecstasy that cascaded throughout Dee Dee made her spurt lubricant in great torrents of trembling jerky delight. It was the most magnificent feeling she had ever experienced, but she couldn't stand it. She jerked her clinging womb free of Bo's torturous horn, then lay gasping for breath and reason. Bo was holding her tight, awfully tight.
"Don't move or I'll go off, Kitten. Don't… move!" She could feel him straining for control. She didn't want him to come. Not now, not until she had done it again. Good God, what was the matter with her? The first had almost killed her, but now she wanted to do it again. She hardly breathed.
"I'm… not… going… to… be… able to stop it! Oh! Oh!"
The door opened at that moment and fat dirty Bruce grinned, "Well, looky, looky!"
The shock of Bruce's appearance killed Bo's orgasm. Bo was thankful for that. But it had also scared and turned Dee Dee off. He felt her cringe, then start to get off him, but he couldn't have that. He quickly wrapped his arms around his soft wee sister and held her tight.
"Wait, Kitten. It's all right. He's already seen us! Besides," he said, looking at Bruce, "you'll wait in the other room, won't you?"
Bruce winked. "Oh sure, sure. Go to it. I have all afternoon. I'll just leave the door open to tell when you're finished." He stepped out of the room.
"There, Kitten, it's all right, relax." He eased his cock slowly in and out of her still burning, velvety, drooling slot. She surrendered on the third stroke and started to help him, thank God for that! He would have killed that damn Bruce if she had left him hard-cocked and un-corned.
Ooohh, what a wonderful cunt she had! So gently massaging, so soft and juicy, so hot and tight and, good God! He had to control himself or he would blow her off him with a jism load he wouldn't put in an elephant's ass. "On your hands, Kitten," he told her, pushing her lovely breasts up by his face. "I want to suck a tit as we fuck!"
Dee Dee was thrilled. She had wanted her swollen aching nipples mauled but couldn't figure out how to get them to Bo's mouth without removing three-quarters of his wonderful cock from her clinging cunt. But he solved it. She dropped a pink globe on his hot tongue and felt instant pleasure. A minute ago when Bruce had burst in on them her whole body had turned to ice. All she had wanted to do was run, hide, and cover up. Now, even though he was in the other room, she wanted! Wanted! "Oohhh!" she moaned. Bo's tantalizing tongue and slow-cadence cock drew spurts of cunt love juice from her vagina. This had to be heaven!
To have a burning solid rod deep in her love canal and lustful teeth and lips radiating exquisite sparks of delight was pure bliss. She clutched her jaw and ground her teeth at the urge to suck a cock. Oh, my! Her tits, her cunt, and her mouth. God yes! "Bruce," she called and didn't know why. "Bruce, get in here!" She did it again and was horrified. Who the hell was doing the calling? She didn't want Bruce. She detested the nasty little bastard.
However, suddenly he was standing naked in the doorway grinning. His stubby little cock was half-hard. Who had called him, and for what?
"Come here, come here," she heard her strange husky voice order, "I want to suck your cock!" But she didn't. She would throw up. Then his prick was under her nose and oozing strong wonderful male musk. It wasn't nasty or dirty. It was pretty looking with just a tip of red peeking through his foreskin. She took it eagerly into her mouth and couldn't believe she was really doing this.
His salty hot prick gave her the sensation of being plugged into another circuit. Great waves of delight cascaded to her itch-ache monster, then pulsated as spasms of sensuous joy radiated throughout her. She pumped her ass over Bo's rigid throbbing cock, felt Bo's teeth and lips sucking and biting erogenous pangs from her tit and tasted Bruce's stiffening cocksickle as it hammered into her mouth.
His prick was tasty, yet not the same as Bo's. The difference was in the foreskin. That was the problem. She lifted one hand and, pushing on his groin, halted his frantic lunges. "Easy," she said, "let me do it!"
"Yeah baby!"
Dee Dee put just enough teeth pressure on his glans penis to hold the foreskin and she skinned him back.
"Ooohhh! Shhittt!" Bruce mashed his hands in her hair, but didn't force her action. "Do it baby! Do it!!!"
Dee Dee licked around his hot fuck stub and felt him twitch and jerk each time she bit and scraped with her teeth. It was driving him crazy. He grabbed at her head and trembled with the desire to ram it in her.
Bo's cock was driving her crazy. The more she sucked and bit on Bruce's cock, the faster she drove her tiny hard ass over Bo's magnificent pole. He was beginning to lose control. His cock was fattening, hardening, and he was mashing down on her nipple.
Oh God! Oh God! The trio's lascivious glee of tit biting, cunt fucking, and cock-sucking was engulfing her like a delicious, rapturous fog. She wanted more cock in her mouth, more cock in her yearning sleeve, more tit in Bo's mouth, and she couldn't decide which to give attention to first.
Her ache-monster was thrashing in her womb, clawing at her insides, demanding, demanding! Oh God. She was going to come! Going to die! She relaxed her mouth and allowed Bruce to fuck her face with his succulent plunger and wiggled over Bo's ramrod prick for womb orifice position. She shouldn't do it. The last time had damn near killed her, but she couldn't help herself.
Bo was moaning, his prick tensing, rumbling, swelling. Bruce's short cock was pounding the rear of her throat like a pile driver, and she was going to explode. She centered her womb, rose, then came down hard on Bo's volcanic blunderbuss. It entered her womb with a burst of excruciating rapture, then spurted boiling ecstasy amid his screams and jerks.
Dee Dee was in a delirious, erogenous, ecstatic stupor. Bo's spigot was shooting searing hot spurts of jism directly into her womb. Bruce's lustful lump was belching gulps of thick love fluid into her mouth. She was impaled, trembling, twitching on Bo's monster while fuck-juice cascaded from her vagina, and she fought the horrible pain-rapture.
It was too much for her. She had never felt such total ungodly joy-bliss. All went black as Bo pumped one more time, and his entire cock knob entered her womb in an exploding insanity.
Bo felt Dee Dee relax and watched Bruce remove his softening cock from her mouth. Bo held her in his arms and gently eased his spent prick from her womb mouth. God, she was a marvelous tight fuck. He held and brushed at her hair. She was so soft, so feminine, so tiny, so beautiful, he guessed he loved her. It came as a shock. She was his sister! Of course he loved her! But no, he meant, he loved her, really loved her!
"That should show her!" Bruce said, smirking. "When she wakes up, maybe I'll stick it up her ass!"
Bo was instantly angry. "I'm a pig's ass you will! You're through! She promised she'd screw you once, not twice!"
"That's right." Bruce stuck out his jaw. "Screw me. That was a blow job. She owes me!"
"I'll owe you!" Bo squinted his eyes and tightened his mouth. "She said one… you've had it and don't push it. Understand?"
Bruce must have gotten the message. He kicked at an imaginary rock. "She asked me! It ain't fair! Herbie got to fuck her!"
"It was your choice! Now I mean it! You two fix the car and leave her alone!"
"You've fucked her more than once!"
"I'm her brother and that's none of your business! What the hell you doing here anyway? Why aren't you working?"
"Awww, I forgot my ratchet set. I got to get back. But I still don't think it's fair!"
"Beat it!" Bo continued to stroke his Kitten long after Bruce had left. She had slipped from a faint into an exhausted sleep. His soft cock fell out of her but he allowed her to snooze anyway.
He gently traced her satin smooth shoulders and back muscles. God, if only he could keep her forever. But he knew he couldn't. She would meet someone and marry. He allowed his hand to roam over tight hard little ass cheeks. They were such firm sixteen-year-old buns, and hardly used. He dropped his hand to her velvet wet quim. It was amazing how such a small soft, gentle slit could stretch to accommodate his oversized pole.
He traced his fingers around her slippery warm vulva and heard her moan and wiggle in her sleep. His cock began to fatten. What the hell! What a horny bastard he was. One minute he was feeling tender and sorry for his lovely young sister and the next, his cock was puffing up. But then wasn't that what he wanted? He allowed his fingers to circle her luxurious slippery twat again. It brought a slight bump pressure from Kitten's ass. His cock damn near jumped erect. He eased a finger into her torrid satin hole and twigged her clitoris. She moaned, smiled, and opened her sultry eyes.
"That was heaven, Bo," she said, "do it again!"
God, he could mash and love her to death. He felt her hard little clitoris harden and some love juice drooled into his hand. "All right," he said, "but puppy-fashion, ok?"
She moaned and wiggled her buff into his tantalizing finger. "What's puppy-fashion?"
Bo removed his hand, brought it to his lips and licked her sweet lust oil from his fingers. "That's doggy-fashion, only with licking and sniffing." He smacked his lips.
Dee Dee rolled off him onto her back and splayed her legs and knees. "Lick me," she smiled. "Lick me to death!"
"What's going on here?" Aunt Clara's angry voice barked from the bedroom doorway. "What is the meaning of this? Is this your homework? Screwing your brother?"
Dee Dee was paralyzed with sudden fright-embarrassment. Bo tossed the sheet over them.
"Don't you knock? That's what doors are for!"
"The door was open! Answer me! What is the meaning of this?"
Dee Dee was still speechless.
"What the hell does it look like?" Bo was angry. He never had liked Aunt Clara. "We were fucking! Get out of here! This is my house and you're not invited!"
"Don't you get smart with me!" Aunt Clara waved her finger accusingly. "You're not too big to have a switch taken to you!"
"Oh, bull shit," Bo snorted, "say your bit, then get out!"
Aunt Clara's tone changed from anger to hurt when she saw she wasn't scaring Bo. "Don't talk to me like that, I know you were committing incest. I could cause you trouble!"
Dee Dee found her voice, "What did you want. Aunt Clara?"
"The school called about your absence. I was worried sick that something had happened."
"It had!" Bo dug it into her. "She got fucked! Now beat it!"
"You better stop talking to me like that," Aunt Clara said. "If I went to the police, you could be put in jail!"
"You won't do that!" Bo didn't sound convincing.
"Oh wouldn't I!" Aunt Clara suddenly got a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "Do you want to test me?"
"No, don't," Dee Dee broke in. "I'll come along." She had lost the urge anyway. She threw back the covers and started out of the bed. Bo's hard-on was gone anyway. It was all over.
"Now, now." Aunt Clara held out her hand and stopped her. "Let's not be hasty. It seems to me you're both in trouble. And I haven't yet made up my mind what to do about it."
"So you want us naked in bed?" Bo snorted.
Aunt Clara suddenly smiled and gentled her tone. "Yes, maybe it can be worked out to all our benefits. As long as you understand the predicament you're in."
Bo's eyes narrowed. "We understand. We understand, get to it."
"Well." Aunt Clara moved around the room feeling for imaginary dust and said, "Dee Dee probably never suspected, but you've seen through me for years, right?" She didn't wait for Bo's answer. She looked at Dee Dee instead, a burning love suddenly in her eyes. "I'm a lesbian, Honey, and I've wanted you ever since you were six years old."
"Lesbian!" Dee Dee questioned. "Wanted me? What are you saying?"
Bo gentled his hand on her shoulder and spoke tenderly, "She's queer for women, Kitten, she wants to make love with you."
Dee Dee felt an icy chill spread over her body, felt her insides pucker, her juices suddenly dry. Oh my God! She couldn't! Not with a female, it wasn't… decent!
"Don't cringe, Honey," Aunt Clara said and stepped over, putting her hand gently on her head. "I don't want to hurl you. I want to love you. You'll like it, you'll see. I'm an expert."
"I… I don't think so." Dee Dee didn't want to make her mad, but somehow the idea revolted her.
Aunt Clara continued to stroke her hair. "It's either that, or the police, Honey. I'm sorry it's got to be this way, but I'm desperate. I've loved you for so long!"
"You won't mind it, Kitten," Bo said, smiling at her. "It's nothing more than what I was going to do. Besides, I don't think we have a choice!"
My God, the thought raced through Dee Dee's mind. What is happening to me? I did one foolish thing. I took a car and was a victim of a hit-and run accident. I was a virgin. Now, in less than twenty-four hours, I've been fucked, have sucked cocks, und now, now this. What's happening? And why? She looked at her brother's honest concern, then over to Aunt Clara. She didn't have a choice. But then… what was the matter with her? She had never minded Aunt Clara's kisses or cuddles in the past. In fact she had kind of enjoyed her lip kiss of last night. Granted it wasn't the same as a boy's. It wasn't as rough, impersonal, demanding, and urgent. It had been more tender, loving, and totally without threat or fear. It had been… pleasant. She let out the breath she had been holding and smiled at Aunt Clara. "All right… why not? It could be fun!"
"I'll leave you two alone." Bo started out of bed.
"No!" Dee Dee felt a sudden fear, then looked defiantly at Aunt Clara. "If you don't do it right, I just might suck his cock!"
Aunt Clara smiled in a knowing way and started to undress.