"Time to get up, everyone! This Is The Day Your Granddaddy Simpson is coming to live with us!" Tom's voice boomed through the house. "Up and at it! We've got a lot to do. We want him to feel welcome."
In a few minutes everyone was stirring about, trying to prepare themselves for their granddaddy's arrival. No, not everyone! Martha was sitting on the side of the bed, her legs spread wide. She'd removed her little nightgown and panties and was gazing at her naked pussy.
"What the hell are you doing?" Judy asked, somewhat shocked when she saw Martha's fingers open up her tiny pussylips. "Are you going to play with yourself? What the shit's happening?"
"No! I'm not playing with myself," Martha answered, opening her pussy wide as possible, then she examined her tender labia. "I'm looking at my pussy, that's all."
"And why are you looking at your pussy?" Judy asked wonderingly. "One would think you'd never seen your own snatch."
"Oh. I've seen my cunny, but I've never seen it quite the way I do now," Martha smiled a little, then examined her small fuck hole. "I'm just wondering why I wanted to remain a virgin when it feels so good to be fucked."
"How the hell would you know what it feels like to be fucked?" Judy giggled teasingly at her sister. "I'm four years older than you and I've never had that pleasure. You must've dreamed you were being fucked."
"No, I wasn't dreaming," Martha looked up at her and smiled. "Look at my pussy and tell me it hasn't been fucked."
Judy stooped over slightly and fastened her eyes to Martha's gaping little cunny. How the hell would she know if Martha had been fucked? She must admit that tender labia looked a little red, but that could've been caused from Martha's own finger. She suddenly noticed her sister had no hymen. Also, the entrance to her small vagina looked somewhat irritated.
"Jeez! You'd better be more careful when you play with yourself," Judy suggested as she straightened up. "You may really hurt yourself if you're not careful what you shove into that little pussy."
"You don't think I did this to myself, do you?" Martha giggled crazily. "It's just too bad you don't know what really happened to me yesterday."
Judy found herself becoming interested in her sister's puzzling secret, then began to wonder if she could persuade Martha to tell her about it. Judy had no way of knowing Martha was yearning to tell her secret.
"We've always confided in each other, Martha," she said, trying to sound unconcerned. "I don't know why you think you can't tell me what happened."
"I didn't say I couldn't tell you," Martha smiled at her. "But you must first promise you'll never mention a word of this to anyone."
"Okay, I promise!" Judy answered, sitting beside her naked sister. "I've never told any of our secrets, have I?"
"No, I guess not!" Martha stated, feeling confident Judy would keep the secret to herself, then she related her unbelievable story to her older sister.
Judy listened intently, mystified as the story unfolded. At times it sounded almost like a fairy tale, yet she couldn't deny the fact her sister's hymen was no longer there. Had John's cock really burst her very young cherry? She wondered about that possibility. The evidence was surely in her sister's favor, no matter how fantastic the story seemed.
Judy found herself becoming more involved in Martha's story. She even tried to imagine feeling her brother's cock in her pussy while their mother watched. Her pussy began to throb as she listened to the remainder of the story, then her tender pussylips became damp as her labia itched with desire.
"Well, what do you think of my secret?" Martha asked, turning to Judy.
"I'm not sure," Judy answered, getting up and pretending she had to go to the bathroom. "It seems a little far-out to me."
"I knew you wouldn't believe me," Martha's lips pouted as her sister opened the door and turned to her. "But it's the truth so I don't care if you believe me or not."
"I didn't say I didn't believe you," Judy smiled. "I only said the story seems far-out."
She closed the door behind her and walked very slowly toward the bathroom. Was Martha's story true? It almost had to be, yet how could her mother be involved in such an act of incest? She couldn't come right out and ask her mother or John about something like that. Hell, she'd be too frightened to approach her mother in any fashion-no matter how innocent it may seem. If she could be alone with John for a little while she may be able to verify Martha's unbelievable story, but how could she get him alone?
"Hey! Wait a minute!" she whispered to herself as she approached the bathroom door. "While the others are at the airport I could have at least two hours with John. If only I could talk to him maybe I could persuade him to stay here with me."
The door opened as she reached for the knob, then her mouth fell open.
"You look as if you've seen a ghost," John teased at her as he walked out of the bathroom. "I guess that's the voices I heard."
"John! Boy am I glad to see you," she smiled, still wondering how fate could've brought them together at exactly the right time. "I wanted to talk to you before we left for the airport."
"Okay, but you'd better talk fast," he answered. "Well be leaving in a few minutes."
"Yes, I know! But I want to talk to you about something which will take longer," she smiled mysteriously at him. "Do you think we can find some excuse to stay home while the others are away?"
"Gee, is it that important?" he asked wonderingly, then one look at his sister's face told him it was. "Maybe I could come down a little ill and you could volunteer to stay home with me. Do you think it'll work?"
"It should work fine," she glowed with happiness. "I'm just glad you thought of something; I couldn't think of a thing."
Within a half hour everyone was ready to leave. John waited till they were going out the door, then folded his hands across his belly.
"Mama, I don't feel so good," he said, rubbing the area of his navel, trying to appear a little pale. "Do you mind if I stay here till you get back?"
Barbara looked at hire wonderingly, then noticed he was rubbing the middle of his belly. She looked pleadingly at Tom.
"Maybe I'd better stay with him, Tom," she suggested, "he could have a touch of appendicitis."
John quickly moved his hands to his left side and dropped them a little.
"No, Mama, it's nothing like that," he tried to correct his mistake. "It hurts more around here."
"Look, Granddaddy will be expecting both of you to be at the airport," Judy smiled at her parents. "Ill be glad to stay with John. He probably just has an upset stomach, anyway."
Tom and Barbara looked at each other, knowing Judy was right about her granddaddy-he'd be expecting them at the airport.
"What do you think, Tom?" Barbara asked, looking at her son. "Will they be all right by themselves?"
"I think so! It's too low to be appendicitis," he answered. "Judy, if it gets worse call the doctor, do you understand?"
"I will," she assured them. "But please don't worry about John; I'm sure he'll be all right."
"Whew! That was close," John almost choked when he heard the car back out of the drive. "I thought the wrong one was about to stay with me."
"Yeah! It looked that way for a moment," Judy shivered at the thought of their plan backfiring, "I'm glad the airport is on the other side of town; we should have at least two hours together."
"I can't figure why you couldn't talk with the others around!" he exclaimed wonderingly, then sat in the lounge chair and leaned onto the slightly elevated back. "Is our conversation supposed to be a secret?"
"No… well… yes! It's a secret in a way," she answered, looking at him in wondering way. "I'd like to think we could keep our conversation between the two of us."
"Okay! I won't tell anyone," he said gazing into her very mysterious eyes. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Maybe I shouldn't discuss this with you at all," she suggested, studying his young face carefully, trying to arouse his interest. "You're much too young to understand this kind of thing anyway."
"No! I'm not too young to understand anything," his voice was somewhat pleading. "You'd be surprised what I can understand."
"But can you understand a conversation about sex?" she asked in a teasing way as she watched his face grimace a little. '-'Maybe I should wait till Mike comes home? I'm sure he'll understand."
"I understand more than Mike does," he assured her as he thought about Martha and his mother, then his cock began to stir a little. "I could tell you things about sex you wouldn't believe."
"Really!" she exclaimed, her eyes falling to his crotch, then she noticed the little rascal was getting a hard-on. That little oblong puffiness at his crotch was very noticeable and she couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from it. "I didn't realize I was discussing this with an expert."
"I didn't say I was an expert," he stared at the floor, his face turning somewhat red. "I just said I knew something about sex."
A slight tingling sensation rippled through the tender membranes of her virgin vulva as she watched his little cock stiffen beneath the material of his pants. She felt she'd already found out what she wanted to know but she'd carry the conversation a little farther just to make sure. In fact, she may even tempt him a little with her body if the conversation proved out. Maybe he'd feel compelled to fuck her if he liked what he saw.
"If you know something about sex I suppose it'll be all right to talk to you," she answered, trying to sound more confident in what she was going to say. She paused for a few seconds while her eyes fixed themselves on his young face. "Have you noticed the new look on Mother's face today? Even Martha seems to have the same satisfied look!"
"N-n-no!" he grimaced again, then his eyes closed tightly. "W-w-what d-d-do you mean?"
"The look on their face is what I mean," she smiled, realizing he'd told her all she wanted to know. "I knew you wouldn't understand; I'd better wait for Mike."
"No! Oh God! Don't tell anyone about this," he pleaded with his older sister. "You'll get them into a lot of trouble."
"How could I get them into trouble?" she asked sweetly, taking her seat on the couch across from him, purposely letting her short skirt ride up her trim legs. "I don't see how a satisfied look could get them into trouble."
"You just don't understand," he groaned looking hopefully into her eyes, then his gaze fell to the point on her thighs where the top of her nylons were clinging to the soft creaminess of her flesh. "Hell, you don't know anything about sex."
Her labia itched desperately as she watched his short cock come to complete hardness beneath his pants, then she felt her panties become wet with desire.
"No, I guess I don't know about sex; I'm still a virgin," she smiled at him. "I don't see what a satisfied look has to do with sex at all."
He'd never noticed the sensual beauty of his sister's legs before. Maybe it was those sheer nylons clinging to her soft creaminess that made her look _so damned good. Whatever it was he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. He only wished she'd spread her legs a little more; he'd love to look at that pantie-clad pussy of hers.
"A person's look has everything to do with sex," he answered, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "Anyone who has been satisfied sexually will surely have a satisfied look on their face. That's why you can't tell on Mama and Martha."
"Tell on them for what? For having a satisfied look?" she asked, upsetting John even more. "I didn't say they'd been satsified sexually; I only said they had a satisfied look."
"Jeez, you don't know anything," John stated, almost begging for understanding. If word got to his father about Martha and his mother having a satisfied look he'd surely know what had happened-his father wasn't quite as stupid as Judy seemed to be. He got up and walked to the couch, then dropped to his knees in front of his older sister. "Please… don't say anything about Mama and Martha to anyone, you'll get all of us into trouble."
Judy smiled at her brother's pleading face, the look of wondering innocence in her eyes. She had him exactly where she wanted him-on the defensive.
"How could I get you into trouble?" she asked sweetly as he stared at that certain point between her thighs. "You have nothing to do with the look on their face."
"I have everything to do with the look on their face," he answered, realizing he must educate his older sister in the facts of life right away. "They are satisfied because of me."
"I don't know what you mean," her voice almost gurgled from the depths of her throat as he pushed her short skirt higher onto her thighs, then she felt a desperate tingling in the depths of her virginal vagina. "How could they have a satisfied look because of you?"
"Spread your legs and I'll try to explain," he demanded, his cock pushing demandingly at the material of his pants, then he placed his hands on her knees and applied an outward pressure. "I'll have to show you; words can't explain the look on their face."
"Well, if you insist," she answered, trying to appear the virgin she was. "However, I don't see how spreading my legs will prove anything."
He watched her creamy thighs part then his eyebrows raised as he looked at that delightful puffy mound. His cock throbbed as he saw the black hairs of her virgin pussy through the flimsy material of her panties.
God! Judy's pussy looked so damned good to his young eyes. He only hoped he could prove a point to her without making her mad.
His trembling hand reached out to the slitted puffiness of her panties, then he gently squeezed at the virgin softness of her delightful triangle. His forefinger followed the damp crease of her pantie-clad pussy, then he grasped the fullness of her mound in his hand. His third finger eased beneath the elastic and slid into the crevice of her little cunny, then tickled at her swollen clitoris.
"Does that feel good?" he asked, his finger easing deeper into her slippery cleft. "Do you want me to keep doing this?"
"Yes…oh…God… yes!" she purred, her asscheeks beginning to undulate on the cushion of the couch. "But I don't see what this has to do with Mother and Martha."
"The same thing happened to them," he boasted then his finger slipped into her vagina and shoved into her youthful belly. "They needed me just like you do. I satisfied them-do you want the same things?"
"Yes… I want the same thing," her slushy pussy fucked at his thrusting finger, kindling a small fire of desire in the tender depths of her quivering sheath. "I want exactly the same thing."
"All right! But you've got to promise you'll forget about the look on Mama and Martha's face," he demanded as his finger slipped from her grinding cunny. "You mustn't tell anyone what I did to them." :
"I won't! I'll never say a word about it!" she promised, then looked pleadingly into his young eyes. "Just do the same thing to me… please!"
Her plan was working. She was getting exactly what she wanted and she was making him think it was all his doing. She was allowing him to be the expert teacher while she played the part of an unlearned beginner.
"What do I do now?" she asked, trying to sound very innocent and ignorant to her younger brother. "I've never done anything like this before."
"Oh, gee! Don't you know anything at all about sex?" he asked, somewhat disgusted with Judy's sudden stupidity.
He saw the sensual gleam in her eyes, then realized she was playing a little game with him, Okay! If she wanted to play the part of innocence he'd gladly play the part of a learned lover.
"NO!" she cooed sweetly. "I don't know anything about sex; you'll have to show me what to do."
"All right!" he answered, taking on the role of sexual instructor to his older sister. "Slide forward on the couch and lean back."
Judy inched forward on the seat, bringing her rounded asscheeks to the very edge, then she leaned onto the backrest. She looked wonderingly into his eyes from her almost prone position.
"What happens next?" she smiled watching his young eyes dance at the sight of her protruding pantie-clad pussymound. "Shouldn't I do anything else?"
He didn't answer. That wet crease in her panties was holding his attention. God, Judy's little cunny must be soaked with pussy juices. He licked at his lips, wondering if her pussy tasted anything like his mother's. He'd never gotten the chance to push his tongue into Martha's tender pussy but maybe he'd be lucky enough to taste Judy's virgin juices. There was nothing to keep him from doing it unless she pushed him away. Hell, it was surely worth a try.
He pushed the short skirt up to her waist, then grasped her panties at both sides. His fingers eased beneath the elastic, then he slipped them over the round fullness of her buttocks and hips. His eyes bulged with anticipation as her black-haired pussymound mysteriously revealed itself, then he slid the panties off her beautiful tapered legs. He s stared at the glistening wetness of that virgin cleft, then he licked his lips again as his cock jerked a few times. If he'd been old enough to cum, sticky goo would've been running down his leg by now.
"You didn't answer," she purred contentedly. "What should I do now?"
"N-n-nothing!" he stammered as his trembling fingers reached out and stroked the puffy softness of her full mound, then he wished that pretty little cunny was standing open before him. "Well, maybe you can do something. It'd help a lot if you could get your heels on the edge of the couch and open your legs,"
"Jeez! I don't think I can do that, not with my ass already hanging over the edge," she answered wonderingly, knowing that if she could accomplish his suggestion, her slippery little snatch would be gaping widely before his dancing eyes. "You may have to help me."
She brought her knees upward, trying to find the edge of the couch with her heels. It was no use; her heels wouldn't quite touch. She felt his hands upon her ankles, then he forced her heels onto the cushion at each side of her asscheeks. Her heels dug into the spongy material, sinking deep so they wouldn't slip off the edge, then her knees fell open as her pussy pushed upward, gaping with a sensuality he'd never witnessed. The tendons at the vee of her creamy thighs were stretched to the very utmost, making that beautiful little pussy stand open of its own accord.
The tender petals of her delicate labia unfolded before his wondering eyes, then his cock jerked again. It reminded him of a red tulip in full bloom. He wondered why his mother or Martha didn't have those beautiful petals on their labias. Maybe they did and he'd just failed to see them. The only thing he could think of right now is that pussy before his face. It was the most gorgeous thing in the world.
The blackness of her cunt hair seemed to frame the beauty of her young gash, making the redness of her swollen labia seem even redder. Even the slippery juice of her pussy seemed to stand out like glistening dewdrops. God, Judy's virgin pussy looked good.
His mouth watered as he crawled up to her gaping cunny on his knees, then he looked into the softness of her brown eyes. They seemed to sparkle with anticipation as he got closer and closer to that beautifully opened vee, then as his hot breath touched upon the sensitive area of her virgin labia her eyes lost themselves in unknown desire. It was as if her eyes were dancing wantonly to an unheard exotic orchestra, then his gaze fell to that tight little fuck hole. The tender lips of her vagina were contracting crazily, keeping time to the silent exotic music.
His lips parted as they gently touched the warm softness of her wet labia, then he kissed her openness with such passion it sent chills up and down her spine. He pulled her delicate petals into his mouth, then sucked them into his wanting channel. His tongue fluttered upon them, teased at them, and tasted them till he could stand it no longer.
His sister's virgin juices tasted good. They seemed to have a more tangy flavor than his mother's juices. His tongue slithered farther into her quivering crevice, then shot deep into her contracting fuck hole as his lips fastened to the mouth of her tender vagina. He tongue fucked her I virgin sheath with hot desire as he lapped up her spilling fluids, then his cock started jerking steadily.
"Ooohhh…jeeezzzzz… do something!" she begged as a sudden spasm gripped at her pussy, then die started fucking at his thrusting tongue in a kind of forbidden fantasy. "Do something… do anything… pleaseeeeeeeee!"
John was experienced enough to realize his sister's pussy was begging for release. He'd seen his mother and Martha act exactly the same way and he knew what to do. His tongue slipped from her hot vagina and teased up the open crease of her quivering pussy, then fluttered delightfully upon the swollen knob of her clit.
"Aaahhh… baby… that's it! Sweet Jesus… I'm falling apart!" she writhed, her seething cunny churning upward at his beautiful tongue, then the spasm in her membranes turned into an orgasm of sheer delight. "Mmmmmm…do that gently! Mummmm Hummmm… That's The Way! Ooohhh… My Goddd… that's perfect!"
The tip of his fluttering tongue tickled at the small entrance of her clitoral sheath, then she lost herself in wanton passion as her clit suddenly hardened to the bursting point. She seemed to explode inside as her pussy tried to turn inside out for her brother's attention. Her fluids flowed freely into the crack of her ass and she couldn't seem to stop them, not that she wanted to. Her virgin domain belonged to John and she knew it. Her younger brother was bringing her to a climax she didn't realize possible. He'd brought her this far and she was certainly his to do whatever he wanted. Besides, she was enjoying every bit of it.
At the very heights of ecstasy he dropped his lips back to her tittie fuck hole, then he thrust his tongue into her spasming depths and drank her flowing juices thirstily.
Her heels left the cushions and stuck straight up into the air as he slurped her sweet fluids, then he removed his mouth from her frothing pussy and quickly crawled between the creaminess of her thighs. He crammed his fleshy tittie cockhead into her open labia wedging his pisshole at the opening of her virgin vagina.
"I'm going to fuck you, Sis," he groaned then he pushed into her tight entrance. "Goddamn it! I'm going to fuck you a hellofa lot better than I fucked Mama and Martha! I'm going to fuck you till you beg me to stop."
"Fuuccckkk meeeee… sugar!" she begged, her wanting snatch eating at the complete length of his hard cock, then she felt his nut-sac pushing at her labia. "I'll never beg you to stop! Just fuck me… pleaseeee! Fucccckkk meeeee… forever!"
His tittie cock throbbed and jerked crazily as he fucked at Judy's grinding pussy. His hardness was about to burst open and he couldn't understand it. Judy's hot virgin cunt seemed so much better than his mother or Martha. Maybe it was because she'd never been fucked, maybe it was because she was his older sister, and maybe it was because he was beginning to enjoy performing the role of sexual instructor to his sister. He fucked at her gaping snatch for all he was worth, not really caring why he was enjoying it so much. He must bring her to a delightful orgasm and that's all that mattered to him right now.
He plunged into her spasming depths like a young buck in heat, then he felt her warm pussy juices flooding his bouncing balls.
"Jeez! I wish I could cum," he groaned, shoving his cock into her spasming uterus. "I'd love to fill your pussy full of hot cum."
"I wish you could too… baby! I'd love to feel your cum in my pussy," she moaned fucking wildly at his thrusting peter. "But you're surely making me cum. Ooohhh… I'm bursting wide open! Jeez… you feel so good!"
She brought her ankles to his thrusting asscheeks, then locked them onto his youthful roundness and pulled him into her. She held his cockhead in the depths of her belly as her oozing juices slithered across her contracting asshole. He jerked a few more times then it was all over for her.
Her satisfied flesh gasped for breath beneath him, then shivered as his cock grew limp in her pussy. He hadn't cum but he'd surely satisfied her every need. Her pussy was soaked with juices of satisfaction and his limp prick was still working back and forth inside her. She shivered in one last spasm, then sighed delightedly.
Her flesh was wet with sweat as she pulled him down to her, then she kissed his lips tenderly. Her very young instructor had satisfied her very need. His little cock had burst her cherry, casting her into immediate womanhood.