In the morning, Jodi was groggy and tired when she heard the sound of the car. She wondered who was driving off so early, then glanced at the clock and saw it was past ten. She had slept late, but it had been after one o'clock when she crawled into bed so as not to disturb her sleeping sister. Now she glanced at Robin's bed and saw that the other girl was waking, too. Jodi grinned.
Robin rubbed her eyes. She looked rosy-cheeked and glowing, and Jodi knew at once that Robin had succeeded in her mission the night before.
She jumped out of bed and scrambled to sit on her sister's bed. "Tell me about it." she demanded.
"What?" Robin pretended surprise.
"Don't try to fool me; I know you got to Daddy last night! I can tell by the look in your eyes!"
Too excited to pretend any more, Robin quickly admitted what had happened. "I'm not a virgin any more!" she squealed.
"Daddy?"
"Uh-huh. Oh, Jodi, it was just as wonderful as you said! I was so excited, and it felt so good. Honest, I've never felt anything so great in my whole life!"
Jodi grinned. "Tell me all about it!"
She settled back while her sister recounted the details of the seduction of their father. Jodi hid her smile when Robin told how Francie had claimed she had to get right back home. The little liar.
She was planning to meet Drew and her brother all the time.
When Robin finished her story breathlessly, she hugged her knees to her chest. "Do you think he'll want me again, Jodi? I mean, he seemed kind of scared when it was all over. God, I can't live without him! I have to have him again!"
Jodi grinned. "Whoa, take it easy. Sure, it was good, but I made a very interesting discovery last night."
"What?"
"Well, I found out that when you get sexy, it doesn't make much difference who fucks you or how. You can come real easy as long as you have a guy. Or guys…"
"Guys? More than one? Aw, you're kidding me." Robin peered at her younger sister.
Jodi shook her head. "Nope, it's true." In a low voice she told Robin what had happened the night before, her following Kevin, finding the others partying at the empty house down the road. Robin's eyes almost bugged out of her head as she listened to the exciting events and intimate details. She broke in often to ask questions about the comparative sizes and talents of the boys. It seemed almost too much to believe. She shook her head when Jodi finished the story.
"Wow!"
"And that's not all. We're gonna have another party on Friday. And I asked them if you could come."
"Can I? Can I?" Robin was jumping up and down on the bed.
Jodi nodded. "Yep. The more the merrier, Kevin said."
"I can't wait!"
Jodi laughed. "Shhh, we can't let Mom hear us. We'd better get up before she comes in to see what's the matter."
At breakfast they learned that their father had driven back to the city without explanation this morning. That had been the car that Jodi had heard, she decided. She couldn't help wondering if his sudden departure had anything to do with his fucking Robin. Was he remorseful now? Was he afraid his wife would find out? When she asked her mother when he'd be back, Nina shrugged and said she didn't know.
The next three days went very slowly. Jodi wanted to be close to Drew and Kevin all the time, but Drew warned her.
"Look, if you start hanging around us every minute of the day and wanting to go off with us at night, Mom's gonna get suspicious. So cool it, kid. It will be Friday before you know it and then you can have your fun. In the meantime, bug off, hear me?"
Jodi agreed reluctantly. But she knew he was right. She and Robin devoted themselves to sunning and swimming and taking long walks where they could talk over the things they had experienced about sex.
Then it was Friday. Dinner was over; Mom was off to town to a movie. No problems at all about getting away. Kevin decided they would go by boat since neither family car was around. Jack had an old clunker and would drive himself and Francie over to the farmhouse. That way, they could get away by land or water if anyone had to leave. Kevin was a bit worried about his mother coming in and finding them all gone. She wouldn't worry about the two boys, but she would wonder about the girls. It was important to have a way to get them home at some reasonable time so she wouldn't miss them.
The farmhouse was everything Jack had promised. Isolated, it was almost desolate in the thick stand of pines and birch on a knoll on the other side of the lake. A not-yet-repaired boat dock jutted into the water, and Kevin tied the boat securely to one of the posts. He and Drew led the way up the hill, along a narrow, twisting path through the trees.
Francie and Jack were already there. Jack had driven his car down the rutted driveway and parked it out of sight. He told them that he had closed and relocked the gate so that no one could venture down by mistake, surprising them. Then he took them on a quick tour of the house. The huge living room downstairs seemed the most ideal for the party, and Jack had laid a fire in the huge stone fireplace. The kitchen, only a few steps away, had a large refrigerator which was stocked with beer. The boys had been bringing it in all week. They had thoughtfully provided Cokes for the two younger girls, too.
A radio played soft music and Jack pulled all the shades. A big bedroom opened off a small hall at one end of the living room, and the spread was pulled back to show the inviting white crisp sheets. Anyone who wanted could move in here from the other room if he tired of the soft furry rug on the floor or the big sofas along the walls and in front of the fireplace.
Robin's heart was pounding with excitement. They were all so casual about the party. She had scarcely been able to eat or sleep for three days because of thinking about it. Their father hadn't come back to the cabin, and with the boys forcing them to keep their discreet distance, Robin had grown sexy from waiting. She dreamed, day and night, asleep and awake, about the hour she had spent with her father on the pontoon boat. She closed her eyes and imagined she could feel his lips on her tits, his cock sliding up between her legs-the tremendous pressure when it hit her hymen and the flood of pain and relief when it finally broke through. Yet Jodi assured her that the sex she would have tonight with her brothers and Jack Collins would thrill her equally if not more. It was hard to believe, but now she was here. She wished they would start, but she didn't have the nerve to say anything. The boys and Francie seemed more interested in drinking beer.
She watched Francie. It was hard to believe she was only thirteen, not sixteen as she had told them. She was so well developed, already built like a woman. Robin sighed and wondered when her figure would form and if it would be as nice as the other girl's.
Francie giggled and tossed an empty beer can aside. She got to her feet from the rug where they were all sitting and lurched to the radio, turning the dial until she found a station with a good-beat song. Then, grinning, she turned and began to dance.
"Watch this," Francie said with a laugh. "I'm practicing to be a stripper when I grow up!"
She began to sway to the music, wiggling her hips, bending her knees slightly, then bumping up with her crotch thrust forward. She looked at the others through half-closed eyes as she continued the dance. At first it looked silly, like a dumb kid game. But then something changed. Subtly, Francie became a woman dancing. Her body swayed and moved with the music; her hands traced sensuous paths to outline her body. The boys were fascinated and couldn't look away from her. They smiled and watched her over the rims of the beer cans.
Francie moved her open palms along the sides of her rib cage, fingers spread and seeming to grab for the peaks of her tits. Very slowly, the hands moved under the full domes of ripe woman-flesh, cupped them, lifted. It was obvious that she wore no bra, and the hard pips of her nipples veed the cloth of the shirt. They seemed to grow larger and harder as they watched.
Still dancing, Francie moved her hands to her waist, over her hips. The fingers were splayed wide and pressing into the taut white cloth of the girl's shorts. Her hips were never still, swaying, bending, jutting.
The fingers crept toward her crotch.
"Hey, hey!" Drew yelled and clapped his hands.
"Take it off," Jack said with a grin. "Take it off!"
Even the two girls had to smile at the dancer. She was exciting everybody. In exaggerated slow motion, Francie caught the bottom hem of her shirt in her fingers and began to inch the cloth upward. The boys whistled and banged the beer cans. The music got faster, and Francie moved faster in time with it, except for the painstakingly slow movement of her hands skimming the blouse. After what seemed like a very long time, the bottom rims of her tits began to show. They swayed with hidden promise, bounced with the twisting, gyrating dance. Then she tugged at the cloth again and it snaked over the peaks of her boobs, exposing the colored highlights of the peaks. The shirt caught on the jutting nipples and seemed to stop, then skimmed up again. The full beauty of the spheres came into view. The jogging, jiggling tits seemed to rotate in circles as well as bounce up and down, and none of the boys could take his eyes from them.
Francie pulled the blouse over her shoulders and head. For a few seconds, her face was covered by the red cloth as she continued the swaying dance that made her body move so sensuously. The blouse finally came free of her head and she held it at arm's length for an instant before she tossed it to a chair at the side of the room. Francie danced lightly in circles a few times, letting her breasts swing out with the force of her spinning. When she stopped, the twin mountains of golden flesh with the rosy peaks bounced to a stop. Francie's hands went to the shorts and she began the same slow-motion removal of them, pushing downward, rolling the cloth, pausing, inching more naked flesh into sight. The flat belly gleamed like burnished gold. The top edge of her triangle of pubic hair a darker line of glittering golden fleece which slowly grew thicker and narrowed to a tempting V. All three boys were leaning forward now, intent on watching and viewing all they could.
At the side of the room, Robin and Jodi were getting impatient. They had come here to have fun of their own, not just to watch Francie perform. Robin glanced at her sister, and with unspoken agreement, the two sisters began to take off their own shorts and shirts. Let Francie get the boys excited, that was okay. As long as the two of them could get into the action quickly. Jodi nudged her sister and pointed at Kevin's crotch. Robin saw the obvious hard-on forming under the taut cloth of her brother's slacks. His cock was bulging and straining against the seams of the pants. Robin licked her lips and felt the quick ooze of wetness between her thighs. Seeing Kevin's hard-on quickened the excitement that had begun with Francie's dance. Robin quickly got off her shorts and shirt. She bent over and yanked off the tennis shoes. Stark-naked, she stood watching her brother and breathing very hard. It was like the night before, even more thrilling, because there was no doubt about her getting what she wanted. Robin moved up behind her brother and sat beside him, her hand on his thigh.
Kevin barely glanced at her. Francie's dance had become a visual lust.
Her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily. Her hands were roaming all over her body, touching, exposing. She bent forward, turning her ass toward her audience. Her hands crept between her legs, fingers feeling erotic places. She leaned farther down, and her huge tits swayed along her arms. The room was filled with the music and the sound of the girl's harsh breathing.
Kevin gaped and his own breath was a strangled sound in his throat.
Robin looked at him, then moved her hand along his thigh and to his crotch. Her fingers curled over the high mound of turgid flesh, grasping its solid length and trying to free it from its prison of cloth. Kevin moaned softly. Robin smiled and used her other hand to work down the zipper of his pants, then inserted her hand inside the opening. Kevin's body was warm and hairy. It was Robin's turn to gasp.
He felt so big. She had the end of his prick in her hand now, and it was pushing hard against her palm. She forgot about the girl who was dancing. She forgot everything but the wonder of the thing she held.
She undid the pants the rest of the way and laid open the trousers.
The cock was so incredibly long. It was thick and hard, but the foreskin was still covering the head, a tight noose of skin closed over the large bulge. Robin stared. Her throat was very dry for a moment, then suddenly her saliva began to flow as though she were viewing a tempting ice-cream cone on a hot day. Her mouth was watering for this cone… She bent her head and took the cock to her lips. Warm… smooth… silky… hard… She pressed her mouth around it, felt the quick surge of the head. The foreskin slid with her pressing lips and the blood-filled tip of the organ shot from the trap of skin and onto Robin's tongue. She moaned, sighed and began to suck him.
Kevin felt the new delight but was not instantly aware of what was happening. He was too enthralled watching Francie's dance, his mind translated physical touch at his crotch to the same image. Francie was naked now, and she lowered her body backward into a deep bend. Her legs were apart, feet wide to balance her. She had turned to face the boys now, and her golden crotch was a gleaming, flittering morsel before them. Her crotch was spread wide, the red lips clearly visible, a dark shadow between them hinting at the canyon of her womanhood beyond. All three boys were entranced with the sight. They could actually see her cunt juice dribble and wet her body.
Jack moved first. He crawled forward, almost falling to his hands and knees from his cross-legged sitting position. He moved between Francie's legs and pressed his face to her crotch. He began to lick and suck at his sister's cunt with a desperate and wild fury. While he did, he fumbled with his jeans, unsnapping them and trying to get them off without stopping his love-licking at her pussy.
Francie moaned, teetered slightly, then regained her balance. She was gasping air into her tortured lungs. She was very hot. She had fanned her own flames of desire with the dance she had done. Now, Jack was eating her cunt-and she was going crazy!
Watching all of them, Jodi felt the pressures rise in her belly. She followed her sister's lead and crossed behind her other brother, Drew.
She knelt in back of him, reached forward and found his zippered fly.
She had it undone in a second, and her hands were hot and groping at his naked cock. He turned, grinned at her, moved back and dragged her to the floor with him. He got her turned so they were in the sixty-nine position, and he shoved his cock toward her face as he spread her legs to accept his tongue. In moments they were lost in the ecstasy of each other's love juices. Jodi felt her passion grow and her body tighten.
Ohhhhh, he was so good! His tongue speared deep into her cunt, rimmed the entire thick gateway opening, tickling her clitoris and sending shivers of pleasure through her. She was very hot now… very hot…
Then, quite suddenly and without warning, she came. The huge wave of erupting orgasm sprayed through her and touched every inch of her body, yet her mouth never broke its sucking beat on the delightful, hard cock. It was as though the driving force in her mouth were the trigger for the jolting shock in her belly.
Drew felt the quick spurt of her juices and he gulped quickly to catch them all with his lapping tongue. The little bitch had come! The idea delighted him. She was something, this kid sister of his. He licked the smooth mound surrounding her cunt. God, she was tasty and sweet! He lifted her leg higher, pressed his face between her thin thighs, running his tongue deep in the crevice of her buttocks. She whimpered but kept right on cock-sucking. Drew felt the hard pressure building in his balls. His tongue found the tiny tight pucker of her asshole and probed at it. She made a small sound then, and her body quivered in his grip. He forced his tongue to her asshole again, rimming it as hard as he could and trying to dig into the tight rosebud. Her thighs clamped on his head like a vise. For a second, his breath was cut off as his nose and mouth crammed against her young, fleshy rump. Then he grinned and shoved his tongue harder… hard enough to force it slightly into the sphincter. Jodi moaned and almost sank her teeth into his cock.
With effort, he pulled away and turned her body. He raised her to her knees, grabbed a pillow from the couch and stuffed it under her upended belly. Then he leaned over and told her what he was going to do.
"I'm gonna fuck your asshole, baby!"
Jodi could scarcely believe her ears. She felt her brother's hot breath on her neck as he whispered the words to her. Then he was backing up, his hands were pulling her buttocks apart, his cock was pressing hard against the tight muscle of her asshole. She took a deep breath and felt the instant insertion of the hot tip of his big prick in her tight hole. She opened her mouth to cry out, but he pushed harder, and she sucked air deeply again. His cock forced its way inside her body.
That night Kevin had said something about her being fucked in the asshole. She recalled the words now, but she had never given it any more thought… until now… My god… he was in her asshole! He was so hard and so long, shoving and pushing into her… she felt the hard pressure force her organs aside, probe a new path of lust. Her uterus seemed impaled on the spearing end of the flaming cock. She was so hot she could barely breathe. Her breath was a tight ring of fire in her throat. Drew fucked in and out gently in the hot, hugging tunnel.
He felt his own need reach explosion level. He grunted, and pushed deep into the tight pit… exploded with a force that surprised both of them.
"Aaaaggghhh!"
Jodi felt it, and it set off her own second climax. The rushing tide of lava that spurted from her brother's cock filled her asshole, but her uterus responded as though the cock were in her cunt. The orgasm made her moan and cry with delight.
"Yeesss… oohhh… aaaaahhhhhh!!"
Kevin had become aware of his sister at his side, her mouth on his fucking prick. He was so damned hot from all he'd seen and all the loving the kid had been lavishing on him, that he was ready to come. He grabbed Robin and was delighted to discover she was stark-naked. With a grin, he pulled her around and onto his lap, cunt down and onto his jutting cock. Her eyes opened wide with shock and pleasure as he sank his swollen, throbbing prick into the pit of her child cunt. God! She was tight and hot and wet… just like Jodi when he had taken her in the boat… but there was no cherry to pop. He didn't care… she was still hot stuff. He slammed her the rest of the way down and his cock buried itself in her pussy. He felt her smooth pubic mound against his crotch hair, felt his balls slap on her young round ass. He grabbed her hips and began to bounce her up and down on him, skewering the swollen prick deep into her cunt with each thrust. She liked it. He could see the wild passion building in her eyes. She liked it very much… and her hot little twat was going to send him off in a second…
Robin felt the hard stab of the column of flesh as it plunged into cunt. It hit the farthest reaches of her tiny cunt, poked against the thick muscle wall, pushed it out of shape. He pounded her onto his shaft again, and this time she felt the sting of erotic pain as the inner muscle leading to her uterus was forced open by the cock-tip. It set her on fire, erupting her passion in a moment of furious lust.
"I-I'mmmm cooommiinngg!" She no longer needed his hands to guide her hips. She slammed her body to him, forcing him far into her cunt, forcing the power of her clutching cunt to suck out his orgasm. He gasped and bit his lip.
"Oooowwww, babbyyy, ride it! I'm coommiinngg tooo!" He felt the quick lashing thrust of his ejaculation as it spewed into her.
Francie had not been able to stand the mounting pressure of her lust and she had collapsed to the floor and grabbed for her brother. His hot, lapping tongue had excited her beyond reason and now she wanted fulfillment. He had gotten his pants off and now she quickly helped him discard his T-shirt. She grabbed his cock then, bending over him. She dragged her tits over his belly and sex organs, was rewarded with the quick completion of his erection. She grabbed her own tits, laid the hard cock between them, squeezed them together. She could feel the heavy pulse of his body beating in time with her own.
"Christ, Francie-lie back!"
She did as he wanted, but pulled him with her, holding the cock and immediately putting it between her tits again. He straddled her waist and let his balls hang lightly to her belly. The touch seemed to burn both of them. Francie craned her neck and tried to touch her tongue to the gleaming red tip of the organ. He helped her by shoving forward.
But it only excited them more. She took his cock in her mouth then, sucking it hard and fast with greedy, eager motions. In moments he knew he had to have his sister's cunt. He was too hot not to and she was too hot to deny him.
He inserted his throbbing, heavy prick in her cunt in a quick, accomplished motion. Instantly, their bodies came together in pursuit of the hot need they both felt. He watched her bouncing tits continue the dance she had started earlier, but he kept his own rhythm in her body. She was good… damned good… a hell of a lot of cunt, wild and wet… hot and hurrying yeah…
"Here it comes, Sister…"
"Give it to me, Brother… I want all you've got! Fuck me… FUCK
Me!"
They met in mutual orgasm then, heady, huge waves that engulfed their youthful bodies and drained their lust. They fucked hard and furiously until they knew they had both given and taken each other to the fullest. When Jack finally stopped and fell across his sister's naked body in temporary exhaustion, the room was quiet.
A moment later the six kids looked at each other. They had moved into a quick, natural kind of loving lust, and each had gotten the first fun of the evening. The first climaxes had taken the desperate edges of need off, or at least slightly dulled them, and now they could settle back and move at a more leisurely pace.
Jack grinned at them. " 'Bout time for a beer; what do you say?"
"I'll drink to that!" Drew said, slapping Jodi's little ass. "And bring a Coke for my friend here-she's too young to drink!"
They all laughed then, and Jack padded naked and barefoot to the kitchen for the cold drinks.