Hal was awakened about one a.m. by the familiar sound of squeaking bedsprings in the next room. He lay with his eyes closed, half-smiling as the soft cries of his mother's sexual pleasure registered in his alert ears. God, they're at it again, the fourteen-year-old boy thought, and he experienced an inexplicable feeling of warmth which enveloped both his heart and loins. John had been his stepfather for two months now, and Hal felt this pleasant warmth every time he knew the likeable man was screwing his mother. This makes the third time John has balled Mom tonight. It must be as good as it sounds, because they sure do it a lot. I don't guess they know Kitty and I can hear them in here, or they'd be more quiet about it.
At the thought of his little sister, Hal opened his eyes and turned his head. They'd been sharing a bed since their mother had remarried, but Kitty was not beside him now. Startled by her absence, Hal sat up. Glancing about the moonlit room, he spotted his twelve-year-old sibling kneeling at the door. Her shortie nightgown had hiked up behind, revealing a goodly portion of her cute little white-pantied bottom.
He got out of bed and tiptoed over to her. "What do you think you're doing, Kitty?" he whispered, his voice strained with a mixture of disapproval and excitement.
Startled, Kitty sucked in her breath and batted her big innocent brown eyes as her head swung up toward Hal. "They're doing it again!" she whispered hoarsely. "John and Mother. Why are they always having intercourse, Hal?"
"Because they like to, I guess. You know you shouldn't be spying on them, Sis."
"I know," she murmured, returning her eye to the irresistible keyhole. "It's sickening. They've got the light on this time. I can see everything!"
"If it's sickening, why do you keep looking? Come on, let's get back to bed."
Kitty didn't answer her brother's question. The pubescent girl didn't honestly know why she kept watching the upsetting act of sexual intercourse. "Take a look for yourself," she whispered.
Somehow it seemed wrong. Hal felt as if he were betraying an unspoken trust when he squatted down beside his sister and brought his eye to the keyhole. An involuntary tremor passed through him when he caught sight of the carnal action on the bed. He had to clench his teeth to keep them from chattering. John was on top of their mother, between her upraised legs, and Hal could see all too well the gleaming column of sex-wetted turgidity their stepfather's arcing rump was driving rapidly in and out of her densely haired sex hole.
"There, didn't I tell you?" the flustered girl asked. "It's disgusting, what they're doing, isn't it, Hal? Why does Mother let him do that nasty thing to her?"
"You're too young to understand," Hal replied, trying to sound calm and worldly wise, when actually he didn't know the complete answer, himself. But it seemed to satisfy Kitty, for she nodded assent when he said they ought to get back to bed.
The two children lay shivering with secret excitement on their own sides of the bed when their mother and stepfather plunged into a frenzy of activity and fucked like mad into a simultaneous climax, with John grunting and groaning and their mother crying out brokenly while the bedsprings snapped and popped and creaked raspingly with the frantic song of Love's blissful crescendo.
Shortly the crack of light beneath the connecting door disappeared and all became quiet in their parent's room, but both Hal and Kitty were wide awake by this time. The brother and sister held their silence. Both were embarrassed, and nothing they could think to say seemed appropriate. Hal hoped his sister didn't notice that he was holding his aching peter beneath the sheet. Kitty cleared her throat twice before she found the courage to say what was on her inquisitive mind. "Your thing was hard… like John's… when we got back in bed… wasn't it, Hal?"
"Yeah, I guess so," he mumbled, guiltily jerking his hand away from his erection.
"Why?"
"I dunno. It just was. It gets that way sometimes."
"Is it that way now?" Her tense voice was barely audible.
Hal reluctantly admitted that it was, and when his curious little sister asked if she could feel it, he experienced a surge of the same exciting warmth which crept over him when he heard John and his mother making love. He told her he didn't think she should, but he couldn't answer when she asked why she shouldn't. He lay there trembling while her hot little hand moved gropingly down his stomach and found the spear of flesh protruding from the fly of his pajamas.
"Oooouuu," Kitty sort of sighed, when Hal felt the slender fingers of her soft, warm hand wrapping themselves around his stem, "It's not as big as Stepfather's, is it?"
He shook his head and whimpered.
"But it sure is hard! And hot, too!"
The boy lay there gritting his teeth while his sister began fondling his dick, timidly at first, and then more and more boldly. Soon, her small hand was moving instinctively up and down his shaft, stroking it as she popped the tight foreskin back and forth over the supersensitive rim at the base of his swollen glands penis.
"Does it hurt… when it gets all hard and hot like this?"
"Sort of!" he gasped. And then he groaned and shuddered as he shot off in her hand, for her innocent curiosity had resulted in the release of the pent-up boyish cum from his equally innocent balls.
"Ooouuu!" she exclaimed. "There's some stuff spurting out, Hal! It's all hot and sticky!"
Hal was in no condition to answer when his sister asked if she was hurting him. All he could do was shake his head and whimper gruntingly.
While he was still cumming, Kitty took her hand away and brought it up close to her face, examining it by the soft illumination of moonlight streaming in through the window. Her palm and fingers glistened wetly with his thick, whitish cream. It seemed to fascinate the preteen girl. She looked at her sperm drenched hand for a full two minutes. Then she put it right under her nose and smelled it. Kitty sort of whimpered herself then. Finally she wiped her hand on the bedclothes and lay down, shivering fitfully, her big brown eyes gazing with awe at the sheepish but contented face of her big brother.
"Gosh," she breathed.
"I don't think you ought to tell Mom about this," Hal said worriedly.
"Gosh, no!" she said, shaking her head. "Don't tell John either, huh?"
She curled up in a ball, hugging herself as she watched her brother drift off to sleep. Caressing his organ had thrilled her more than she let on.
Little Kitty was beginning to understand why her mother loved the big, fearsome dick of her red-headed stepfather. She tried to imagine how it would feel if John put his huge penis into her, and just thinking about it made her tiny bald cunny tingle in a most delightful manner. She could hardly wait to see them doing it again, because now it didn't seem nearly so dirty or disgusting.