"Talk about fucking," Steve repeated. Amy rose delicately, one hand puddling in the jism that coated her loins and stomach. Steve grabbed her other hand, pulling her down close. He caressed her cheek, then smacked a giant lingering kiss onto her mouth. Amy responded as best she could, and when he grabbed her tits for some plying and squeezing, she made her ass do a sexy little wiggle number. Are you watching, Alex? she wondered. Are you taking it all in?
"Why didn't you let me…"
"Because I'm not on the pill or anything. I was afraid you'd knock me up if you squirted all that delicious goo into me. A girl can't be too careful, especially when it comes to making babies."
"I never even thought of it," Steve said solemnly. "It never crossed my mind. Thank God you're quick on the trigger, Amy baby."
"You'd have thought of it," Amy pointed out, "if you were the one who could get pregnant." He laughed, tickling her ribs, and she giggled, but not wholeheartedly.
"Wow," Steve yawned, "I could dig another beer. Any more down here?"
"Nope. You'll have to go up to the kitchen and get some. You do know the way, don't you?"
"While we're on the subject," Roberta put in, "could somebody direct me to the ladies'? I have to pee." She rubbed her pussy, finger smearing itself in the slow leak of jism from her slash. Alex's jism. "Good thing for me I take the pill," she simpered. "Every day." Roberta made what somebody must have told her was a very cute face, and Amy wanted to smash that cute face with a cute fucking hammer.
Roberta stood up. Just as I thought, Amy gloated quietly. The hair which covered her pubes was very dark, almost coal-black, in stunning and telltale contrast to her peroxide blonde head. "C'mon, Bobbie," Steve volunteered. "I'll lead the way." As she went past him, he gave her bare jiggly ass a playful slap.
"Watch it, you son of a bitch!" Roberta snapped. For a moment she didn't look very cute. "Keep your hands to yourself."
Steve made a mocking bow. "So sorry," he mugged, then, to Amy, "Cousin Bobbie is very picky about who gets her. She draws the line at blood relatives. Usually."
"Don't try to be a comedian," Roberta said. "You don't have any of the necessary qualifications."
She went up the stairs, Steve following at a respectful distance.
"Well?" Amy said to her brother. "Are you satisfied?"
He nodded. "It was okay."
"I meant me."
"What about you?"
"Didn't it please you that I let him screw me? Wasn't that what you wanted?"
"It didn't matter that much."
"You cocksucker!" Amy's voice was sharp and tense. She got up and started toward him. As she walked, Steve's cum began to ooze down her belly, into her beaver, down her long legs. There was a stickiness in her crotch. She stood looking down at Alex for a moment, then knelt beside him.
"It was great for me," she said. "He was ten or twenty times better than you'll ever be. When I came it was like an H-Bomb going off in my guts, and with his hands all over me." Alex was looking at her, his head cocked to one side. His brown eyes fixed upon hers and she squalled before their frankness.
"How was… how was Roberta? Compared to me?"
"Pretty good," he said blandly. "I dug it. I came. So did Roberta. So did you. So did Steve. I guess we all fucked out."
"Oh, Goddamn you to hell!" she told him. Tears poured from her eyes. She swayed where she squatted, and then she was swaying toward him. Alex had no choice but to put up his hands, to catch her, and her breasts slid to rest against his chest, her head in the angle of his shoulder, and he was petting her back up and down. "She wasn't as good as you, Peanut," he said in a voice so soft Amy wondered if she had heard it or only dreamed it.
She raised her face, eyes meeting Alex's, and her lips parted. One of the Messenger twins – which? – moved, and her mouth was touching his, her hand thrusting into his loins to seize the wet, soft penis in a death grip. And suddenly it wasn't a wet, soft penis any longer. It was hardening, hardening, tilling her list with its erecting length, and Amy squeezed more fiercely, but with a certain loving tenderness too. Her heart pounded madly as she brought her brother to raging erection.
"Yes," she whispered, "yes! You can feel it too, can't you, Alex? You… me… the two of us."
His eyes didn't seem so bland right now, nor so calm. They were reflecting his inner emotions and she didn't have to hear his voice to know the answer. The look in his eyes, the feel of his cock, his heart beating inside his body, beating so spiritedly she could hear its thump-thump-thump. Still listing him, Amy leaned back, breasts rising high and proud, nipples thrust out in salutation.
"Yes," she said breathlessly. "I know you can feel it, Alex! Oh, give it to me now. Give me what you couldn't get from her, what Steve couldn't give to me – what we can only make together – you and me – the best. We're the best. Oh, Alex, darling, ball me, please. Now… now… now…"
She flopped over, onto her side, and her head moved to his thrusting hard cock. If he wanted to stop her, now was the time. He could catch her shoulders, remind her of the madness of her desire for him if he wanted to stop her. He said, "Peanut, I think you're crazy. I think we're both crazy." And then her mouth was upon him, and he was in her mouth, and she was sucking madly, not caring if his dick still tasted of Roberta's cum. It was the first time she'd sucked him down her gullet, but she knew it could not be the last.
Nothing else mattered. Nothing but his dick, fucking her in the mouth. She opened her mouth fully, taking him into her throat, bathing him with hot flowing saliva, and she demonstrated perfectly how much loving one mouth could offer. Before she'd swallowed him half a dozen times, his hands were on her, gripping her head, steadying her face as he fucked its eager, willing, red-lipped hole.
God, he tasted of sex – hot steaming sex! She'd barely climaxed, balling Steve, but the very idea of eating her brother's dick sent her into a convulsion of ecstatic tremors where she lay. Amy's legs twitched, she groaned around the slender sausage Alex fed her, and he put his hand on her cunt for reassurance. One finger stabbed into her wet tight hole, another began to tickle her cunt with fingering repetition, and she humped a preliminary orgasm onto his hand.
Reluctantly, Amy released him, her frothy mouth curled into a smile no sadness could ever erase. "I came," she told Alex. "I came all over your hand. Did you feel me come?"
"I sure did, Peanut. It was beautiful. Just like you. Hot and gorgeous and so fucking sexy…"
"Then don't shit around, brother lover," Amy went up, onto her knees. She leaned toward him, breasts falling forward. His hands cupped them, awaking and playing the hard, hungry nipples. "Fuck me now, Alex. Fuck me while I'm still hot and gorgeous and so fucking sexy I could burst with it…"
"My God," he sighed, "if I don't, I may burst too!"
Amy saw the pile of cushions and she had an idea. She lay down upon them but, unwilling to imitate Roberta too closely, she stretched herself face up. The pillows were beneath the small of her back, and her pussy lifted high, high into the air, its wet rosy portals glistening for Alex. She opened her eyes and he moved between them, one hand shucking at his cock. As if he needed to worry about losing his hard now, with Amy here, ready, willing. It was the perfect position, she told herself. Her cunt and his dick were on a direct line, and when he touched her with it, Amy's twat seemed to gape open and suck him home. He plunged into her with a cry of satisfaction, his hands reaching across the bend of her body for her proud, hot tits. She wailed as he rammed her, and her pussy whirled at once into a climax.
There was a strange sound in the air, a sound Amy couldn't quite identify, but she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was Alex, fucking her like a maniac.
But he stopped in mid-stroke, his cock half buried in her, and she wiggled her pussy in hungry, wanton invitation, beckoning him with her body to finish the task he'd begun. Amy's head began to dear, and she could hear things now.
"It's disgusting!" Roberta was screeching. "It's sick and perverted and disgusting!"
"Oh, come on, Roberta," Steve put in. "I don't think I like it either, but what the hell? A cunt was made to be fucked. Does it matter who handles the contract?"
"Get your hands off me!" Roberta hollered. She came stomping down the steps. Amy sat up, rubbing her eyes.
The big blonde stopped short where Amy and Alex had broken their connection. "Your own brother!" she said in disbelief. "How could you do such a filthy thing? A couple of degenerates, that's what you are! Both of you! Where did I leave my clothes? I'm getting out of here right now!"
Steve came up behind her, trying to smile. "Don't mind Roberta," he said. "She has a great body and a bad mouth. Personally, I think her problem is that her old man's been after her ass for years, ever since she grew that cute set of buns…" and with that he grabbed Roberta squarely by the butt. She turned, face livid with rage, and she belted him alongside the mouth, so hard Steve reeled back, eyes rolling.
"How dare you talk about me that way?" she yelled, and Amy wondered if Steve mightn't be hitting Roberta where it hurt. I'd like to hit her where it hurts, she thought. Still, Amy was suddenly very much aware that Roberta wasn't the only person around who might feel this way about what she and Alex had been doing. It was incest, and the Bible forbade it, and so did the state legal code. God, she thought, Roberta's carrying on the way Mom or Dad might, if they found out. That scared Amy. She'd never given a single thought to the implications of her passion for Alex. She wanted him and, now that she knew he craved her too, that seemed sufficient. They ought to be able to do whatever they wanted with one another, as long as they both desired it. But now a little tremor of fright fluttered in Amy's stomach. What if it had been our parents walking in on us, instead of Steve and Roberta? What if it had been? Jesus!
But her eyes met Alex's, and he was a tower of strength. She drew courage from him, and it didn't matter a fuck about piggy Roberta. She was a hypocritical bitch anyway. She could approve of casual fucking with someone she'd only just met, but she was horrified at Amy and Alex making it together. Besides, Alex had assured his sister that she was a better sex partner than the big-boob blonde. Roberta's outrage, real or pretend, seemed petty in contrast to that assurance. Amy took her brother's hand.
"Where are you going?" Steve wondered. He'd brought four cans of beer downstairs with him. He was also naked, and his cock was at least half erect. Had the sight of her and Alex turned him on? "I'm not ready to leave yet, Bobbie," he went on. "So why don't you just simmer down?" He moved toward her, his hands molded into potential cups for her large breasts. "Play a little switch about maybe? I'd like to stick it up you, find out what's buzzing, cousin. Maybe you'd change your mind about doing it in the family."
Roberta evaded him. She backed up to the wall and dressed hastily, her eyes flitting from Amy to Alex to Steve, as if she feared they might gang up on her. As if we'd want to, Amy thought contemptuously. When Roberta bent over to buckle her wedges, Amy noticed a puff of fat bulging around the blonde's middle, it was unattractive as hell. Amy felt quite satisfied for noticing it, and she smiled like a cat.
"Screw you," Roberta snapped at Steve. "I'm walking home. Maybe the Manson family or someone will offer me a ride. It would be nice to get away from you bunch of perverts." And she tied her halter with a flourish, then hurried to the steps.
"Good riddance!" yelled Amy. "You're not even a fucking natural blonde!" Upstairs, the back door slammed. Roberta was gone.
Steve cracked up. "I'd still like to bang her," he admitted, "but she's a scanty person. Whew! Talk about heavy, gang! I go upstairs to get a can of beer, and I come back to find this stuff going on. What are we gonna do about it?"
He didn't seem upset, and Amy liked him all the more for it. He could have pulled a scene like Roberta's instead, he was making jokes. Amy felt a little guilty about using Steve to get Alex jealous, and she extended a hand toward her boyfriend palm up, fingers spread. He came a little closer and she took him by his cock. The erection which had been building, built, and he was stiff in her hand. The hell of her palm supported the underside of his cock while her fingers made a nest for his balls to lie upon. She jiggled his stones about in their sac, and Steve put his hand on her shoulder. Amy looked at her brother. "Can we be three?" she asked. Alex shrugged as if to say, why not?
None of them had ever made it with more than one other person at a time, and there was a momentary confusion about how to carry it off. "I can't very well take you both at the same time," Amy pointed out, touching her tight but eager pussy.
"How about one here," touching her cunt "and one here," finger slipping back to bung about her anus. Steve grinned and Amy yipped.
Her eyes went big as saucers. "Stick it up your own ass!" she told him firmly, one hand covering her rectum defensively. She'd heard all about ass-fucking from her friend Mary Beth, who'd tried it a few times – Mary Beth had tried everything except fuck the dead, she used to say she just could not find a corpse with a hard-on – and the idea didn't particularly appeal to her. Not now, at least. Besides, Amy had a pussy that wasn't fully broken in yet.
She looked at her two men, at their hard dicks, at their beaming though puzzled faces, and she wondered how best all three of them could be satisfied. "Why not put one of you here," indicating her cunt "and the other one here," and she made a round-mouthed gesture of accommodation which, though simple, spoke volumes.
Amy lay down on the chair cushions again, her cunt high and open for Alex, who moved into the spread of her thighs. Steve sat beside her face, cock sticking up all hard and ready, and Amy took it in her hands as Alex made his own preparations. She moaned and winced in pleasure and pain as her brother's cock parted the flower-like petals of her pussy and slipped into her cum-oozing sex, and then Steve eased closer, stroking her face with his penis, the tip of it already leaking out the thin, watery pre-coital fluid.
"Careful!" he squawked. "You're biting!"
She was sorry, and she rarely bit cocks when she took them in her mouth, but it was hard to concentrate on both ends as they took pricks. Alex was moving steadily, masterfully, in her pussy, and she couldn't exactly lie stock-still while that went on. And if some of the response caused her teeth to chatter like a squirrel's, while Steve's prong was busy slipping into her mouth, well, at least she didn't mean to nip him. Amy strove to get herself under control. She pulled back her lips to protect Steve from her teeth, and she cupped and squeezed his testicles as she drew his dick into her mouth.
"Oh, wow, that's it, baby… that's really terrific!! Yeahhhh!!"
She had a better grip on him now, even if the position of her head made it impossible to deep-suck him. She could take him pretty deep, anyway, and she could still suck the hell out of his dong. And suck Amy did! Her tongue sloshed around him as he thrust again and again into her saliva-drenched mouth, and she had her cheeks drawn in tightly enough to pop him off if he'd only hold still long enough to be vacuumed. Her lips tightened and slacked, tightened and slacked, in a relentless unceasing pattern that met his in stroking and out pulling.
Alex's hands were on her belly and hips, reaching up now and then to massage the hard-nipples tits. She pushed her pussy at her brother, swallowing his long slender prick with greedy cuntal gulps, and she made her bottom twist in a wriggling symphony of fuck-motion. Her guts seemed full of him, as her mouth was full of Steve, and she wondered if there was any room left inside Amy for Amy? Or – perhaps – was her interior being in the process of going out to them, filling their bodies as they filled hers?
They certainly seemed to fuck her, vaginally and orally, with a growing sense of urgency, a mounting insistent fury, as if her hunger for them had become a part of their own natures. Amy took them with pride and pleasure, moaning round the mouth-filling cock as the dick in her pussy coaxed flares of hot response from her cunt and ovaries. It was difficult for her to recall that only yesterday, at almost this very time of day, she'd been a nervous virgin wondering if she should take the irrevocable step of surrendering her cherry, and this evening she was busily engaged in satisfying two horny studs at the same time.
Merely satisfying them? God, no! Her body thrilled each one of those splendid cocks invaded her willing holes, and she had to fight off the urge to sink into a coma of orgasmic surrender. But this wasn't merely Alex's party, nor Steve's, nor her own – it was a meeting of three distinct individuals, and each of them was entitled to his or her personal delight. She wanted so much to collapse and let them simply fuck her the rest of the way into orgasmic oblivion, but she knew that it was only fair to keep on fucking, providing her share of the action. Amy contorted her buttocks, pussy sucking up another of Alex's plunges, and she angled her head onto Steve's cock, squeezing his nuts till he moaned frantically. If only they did their share, too.
Her neck ached – she couldn't keep bending herself in to suck Steve. There wasn't enough liniment in the world to soothe the muscle pains she was gonna have in the morning. She pulled her head back, trapping the knob behind her front teeth, and she began to stick just that part of him, that sweet, honey-dripping, fat-fleshed crown. Man-flavor coated her tongue, dripping and oozing from Steve already, even before he was ready to give her a real load of cum, and she sucked faster, tongue whipping.
She used her tongue like an artist's paintbrush, tracing the edges of his coronal rim, drawing it languidly through the cumslit at his very tip, flubbing her passionate tongue work only when Alex's cock rammed very deeply or made a particularly wicked jiggling penetration of her pussy. She sucked while she tongued, and Steve began to blossom in her oral snare.
"Aaaahhhhh!!" he moaned softly, and then he was grabbing the back of her skull with one hand and the unmouthed portion of his dick with the other. Amy couldn't pull her head away. He didn't try to ram any more of his dong into her mouth, but he maintained the exact ratio of slicker to sucker that she'd established.
His hand began to shuck rapidly up and down his bone, and Amy knew that Steve wasn't far from coming. She had only to give his peter point a comfortable home in her mouth while he stroked the jism from his balls. She sucked at his tip with fishlike impatience as his movements grew faster and faster. He bumped her chin and lips with his flying hand, but he didn't hit her unbearably hard and Amy tolerated him, knowing that she was about to get a mouth full of gravy.
"Nnnnnhh-nnnnhhh," she gurgled, lips tightening on his peter, and his fist action grew positively manic. Amy whipped his knob with her tongue, scraping, licking, flipping, and teasing. She made her tongue a sexy butterfly on his point, and she felt his glands engorge with unmistakable warning.
Alex was fucking faster too, his cock ramming into her, lifting her ass from its perch upon the cushions, filling her pussy with his manhood, and his index fingers – both of them – doing strange, loving things to her clit. He pushed the bud from side to side, squeezing it, and white-hot tremors of excitement tore through Amy. From the faster tempo of his lovemaking she knew that her brother, like her lover, like herself, was close to climax. Wouldn't it be fantastic, she thought, sucking one man, fucking the other, if we all went over the top in one hot crazy rush?
But it wasn't quite to be. Alex creamed first, his dick heaving in her gash as it poured a gallon of jism up her belly, and he pinched off her cunt until she jerked like an electrocuted convict. Her pussy melted around him like popsicles left out in the sun, and she was liquid jelly from her navel to her knees. Her own juices were flowing nearly as thick, nearly as wet, as his, and she could feel a blending of their cum oozing from her twat like a river that had over flown its banks. How, she wondered later, did she retain enough presence of mind to keep on sucking Steve, while he jacked himself desperately to add his jism to the flood entering Amy?
But suck she did, even as Alex groaned, "Take it all, Amy!! Take my cum, Peanut!!", as her pussy sucked the tangy fluid from his body and into her own, mixing it with girl-juice in the churning blender of her uterus. Her tongue whirled round and round Steve's knob, and his fist batted her chin again and again, and he seemed to be swelling, thickening, engorging, so that her lips must stretch further, further, further, to encompass even his tip. And then Steve yelled "I'm coommmiiinnggg!!" screamed it like a banshee, and he let go his cock, which needed no further inducement. He shoved into her a bit more, far enough for his prick to weight down her tongue-carpet, and across that pink floor mat his cum rolled. It gushed into her mouth, it coated the insides of her cheeks, it filmed on her teeth, and it poured down her throat in greasy, thick gobs. Amy gulped, drinking – it was sweet, sweet beyond compare. When Steve pulled his cock at last from her mouth. When Alex had shot the final dribble of sperm up her pussy. When her cuntal muscles had ceased to suck and vibrate, when the explosions in her tummy were cooled and semi-contained, she fell back, worn out but enriched beyond measure.
"My pussy is sore," she said proudly. "I can barely stand to touch it."
Steve brought the beers he'd carried downstairs, and they sat silent, sipping. It was a shame to get dressed when being naked felt so good, and they had no secrets from one another. They had already been as intimate as three people could hope to be. Amy was surprised to notice that Steve and Alex betrayed no sign of rivalry or jealousy. How could she feel so warm and attached to Steve, though? It didn't match her passion for Alex, but she liked her boyfriend much more now than she had only an hour ago. He really was nice. Not to mention understanding. It would be good to have him as a friend and sometime lover. She only hoped he could understand how special it was, this sex between Amy and her brother, how special it would always be.
There was a sound upstairs, and all three of the young people started in panic. "What's that?" Amy whispered. "Is somebody in the house. Oh, my God… what if it's Mom and Dad?!?"
They scurried swiftly, hunting their clothes, but none of them was even half dressed when footsteps clattered on the stairs. "Oh, shit, it's Roberta!" Steve said in relief.
"Uh, look," she said, appearing on the stairs that led into the basement, "uh, maybe I shouldn't have come back, after what I said about you all, but, uh…" she hung her head sheepishly, an ingratiating smile curled just below her too-cute nose. "Well, I kinda walked around for a while and, uh, all these streets look alike to me and, uh, well, I just don't remember how to get back to Steve's house."
"Do you need directions?" Amy wondered aloud. "Because if you do, I have some. Why don't you just take a…" Alex touched her arm communicatively, and Amy fell silent.
"Look," Roberta went on, approaching the three half-naked youngsters. "I'm sorry. Maybe I have a big mouth to go with the tits. And maybe I shouldn't put you down for doing your thing. But you gotta admit, it is pretty weird for a brother and sister to be – oh, I don't know! If it turns you on, I guess it's your privilege, even if it is a perversion and sorta disgusting to watch. So I apologize. It's your house, you oughta be able to screw whoever you want. Friends again?"
Amy didn't want to answer. She'd never considered herself and Roberta to be friends in the first place. As far as she was concerned, Roberta could still jam it up her ass and leave it.
"Anyway," Roberta added, "Steve should apologize to me now, for saying that stuff about my daddy."
"I won't apologize for the truth," Steve cut in. "He's always grabbing asses. At New Year's, I saw him cop feels off your mom, my mom, Aunt Betty, both her daughters… If Grandma hadn't been in her wheelchair, he'd probably have goosed her too. Are you saying he's never rubbed your buns?"
She blushed. "You just have a dirty mind, Stevie. And if he did, why, it wouldn't mean anything. He's my daddy."
"Daddies get hard-on's too," Steve pinned, sliding his arm around her waist and rubbing her thigh with his own. His fingers slid downward, strumming a soft pattern on the curve of one hip. Roberta frowned, but she neither protested nor belted him.
Amy found herself mellowing slightly. "Oh, let it rest, Steve," she suggested. "Why argue any more?"
He nodded. "Listen, Bobbie, something tells me Amy and Alex would enjoy a little time alone. Why don't you and I go someplace, maybe get a bite to eat, and talk it over. I'd like to hear your opinions on the national debt, the B-1 bomber, Governor Brown's reforms of the state governmental structure, the desirability of incest – all that good stuff." His hand clasped her buttock, then gave a warm, friendly squeeze.
"Stevie," she replied, not without interest. Steve patted her bottom. "You and I don't get much chance to talk, do we, Stevie?" She looked down at his cock, and a smile formed on her lips.
"Can I talk to you a minute before we go?" Steve told Amy. She nodded. They moved closer together as Alex led Roberta upstairs.
"Well, babe," Steve said, "I wonder what all this does to you and me. I mean, you and Alex apparently have a real thing going for each other. The expression on your face when he was balling you – really heavy. You were so sexed up it was a little frightening. Am I out in the cold now?"
"Of course not," Amy replied. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. Her lips were sticky with cum and fragrant with beer, and he seemed to enjoy the taste of her. She clung to him a long time, her nipples flicking against his warm flesh. There was a stir of life at his loins and she felt his pecker begin to harden where one of her hipbones grazed it. Amy stepped back, nibbling her lip in concern. "I'm sorry about that," she said, indicating his erecting cock. "I…"
"Don't sweat it," he grinned. "I have the strangest feeling I'm finally gonna get it into Roberta. More than just a feeling."
"You're very understanding," Amy said. "I really mean that, Steve. You're not jealous, you're not embarrassed, you're not even angry. With Alex and me – oh, it only started last night, and I'm still floating. I don't think I could even explain it coherently. Not yet, at least. But we can still be friends, you and I."
"I hope so," he grinned. "And since you've finally, decided to let it swing, we can be much better friends than before. If I still have privileges, that is," and he rubbed her pussy until the hairs crackled with static electricity.
"Sure you do. And good luck with Roberta. If you really want to get into her, I mean."
"I don't, really. Not the way I crave your body. But she's been a sex symbol to me for years. Do you know she was a B-cup? And the wiggliest little ass, Jeez! When I was eighteen and just getting to make use of my hard-ons, I used to whack myself raw fantasizing about her. Cousins are incest, too, you know. Maybe that's why you and Alex don't shock me. Anyway, just now was the first time I ever bad my hands on her that she didn't punch me out. I think she's starting to come around."
Amy and Alex watched Steve's car back down the driveway, into the street. Horn tooting, it took off. "He thinks he might get a piece of Roberta," she told her brother with a smile.
"He'll be disappointed. She's okay, but she acts too cute and she's never going to be better than second-best." It was a calm, dispassionate judgement which pleased Amy very much. She had no liking for Roberta and, though Alex had screwed the blonde girl, she didn't want to think that he might like her as well.
"What about first-best?"
Alex took her hand. "First-best has been a very good girl and she's being sent to bed early tonight. To my bed." He tugged her hand and Amy went along, her heart swelling with love, her parities soaked in pussy dew.