Barbara Kramer prepared a fabulous meal Friday evening for her son and daughter.
She hadn't been surprised to see Julie in the bright yellow bikini when she came home from work. Julie had always worn bikinis about the house for as long as Barbara could remember. She was proud of her beautiful daughter, always pleased when friends complimented her on the attractiveness of her children.
It was Julie's first weekend at home for the summer, and Barbara wanted to make it a nice one. It was strange to her that Julie had no boyfriends here at home, and she seldom mentioned any at college. Barbara wasn't concerned, though. Julie, like most teenagers, collected photos of TV and movie personalities, gossiped about boys, and Barbara knew Julie dated frequently at college.
In a way, she was pleased there was no one boy Julie was interested in. She wanted Julie to finish her education while she had the chance. There was plenty of time to become serious about boys. An eighteen-year-old girl has no business becoming serious about a boy, anyway, Barbara felt it was one of the better ages for a girl, the age when they should play the field, enjoy themselves.
Julie helped her mother with the dishes after they had finished.
"That's a pretty dress, mother," Julie commented. "Is it new?"
Barbara made a deprecating gesture. "About two months new. Seven dollars on sale." Barbara grimaced with distaste, showing her attitude at having to buy clothes on sale.
"You've always been able to wear anything," Julie commented. "How do you manage to look so sexy in whatever you wear? Most women would look dowdy."
"Sexy?" Barbara asked with a smile. "I've never thought of myself as sexy before."
Julie stepped back and appraised her mother. She cocked her head to one side, jutted her right hip and placed her finger on her chin. She looked up and down.
Barbara was tall, with the same hair coloring as Julie. The dress she was wearing wasn't a mini, nor was it a knee dress. It came somewhere between. Barbara still had her youthful looks, her shape exquisite. Julie noticed that her mother's breasts were a shade larger than her own, and her hips were fuller, too. But on Barbara, it was good.
"Lift your dress," Julie said. "Let me see your legs."
"See my legs?" Barbara asked. She was standing at the kitchen sink, leaning on it as her daughter looked her over. "What on earth for, Julie?"
"Come on, don't be shy, mother." Julie reached out and started to lift her mother's dress.
"I'll do it," Barbara said, surprising herself.
She pulled the skirt of her dress up until it was an inch or so below her hips.
"Higher," Julie said.
Barbara peered at her daughter quizzically, not understanding. She hesitated a moment. Something odd was going on inside her body. She could feel a stirring that had not been there for some time. Although she dated often enough, Barbara had seldom felt pleasure with the men. Her husband, who had been quite virile, had been able to keep her very satisfied. But the men she dated now didn't seem to perform well enough for her satisfaction. She knew they didn't want to establish any permanent relationship with her, and she felt it was because of her teenaged children. There were times when she felt she had been nothing more than just a hole for them to poke around in, to use for their pleasures only.
But now, holding her dress to her hips and letting Julie look at her, Barbara felt the tingling pleasure of old. She couldn't understand it, and she wasn't sure she liked it, either. She had never been attracted to another female in her life. But certainly she couldn't be attracted to her own daughter!
"Higher, mother," Julie said again.
Barbara surprised herself by raising her dress higher. She pulled away from the sink, and was amazed that she had lifted her dress to her waist.
"You have lovely legs, mother," Julie said, "and your hips are out of this world. I didn't know you wore bikini panties."
Barbara felt a warm flush on her cheeks, but it wasn't from embarrassment; it came from that inner sensation of pleasure. She was wearing a pair of pale green panties, lacy about the edges and crotch, with a fish-net fabric for the rest.
"Turn around," Julie said, twirling her finger to emphasize her words.
Barbara again surprised herself-she turned.
Julie looked at her mother's ass, seeing the flesh through the fish-net design. The flesh was white, but the thighs were slightly tanned. It was a very shapely ass, with full cheeks, a sloping swell with an alluring split between.
"Not bad," Julie said, and reached out to run her hand over her mother's ass. "Not bad at all."
Barbara dropped her dress and turned. She shivered, and the shiver still lingered when she faced her daughter. There was a slight flush on her smooth cheeks, and a brightness in her eyes.
"Yes, mother, I'd say you were sexy," Julie smiled. "In fact, I'd say you were very sexy."
"And I'd say this is enough foolishness."
Julie laughed, a gay peal of delight. "Why mother! I think you're getting hot and bothered!"
Barbara turned away, fussing with dishes. There was a warmth in the crotch of her panties, and her legs felt a bit wobbly. She was aware of the rigid condition of her nipples.
Julie knew her mother was aroused, and it amused her. She slapped the shapely ass playfully, then ran from the kitchen. Barbara turned and stared after her daughter, puzzled by her responses.
"Hi, little brother," Julie said to Kenney, who was sprawled over the couch with his eyes gazing at the flickering screen of the television set across the room. "Is that all you do… watch the boob tube?"
"No," he replied, not taking his eyes from the action on the set. "Sometimes I crawl around in the dark of night and eat up little girls."
"Oh, you do, do you," Julie laughed, slapping him on his jeans covered ass. "That must be nice for the little girls."
He looked up at her. "Do you always have sex on the brain, Julie?"
"What else," she shot an impish grin at him. "It's more exciting than sitting around watching Captain Whozit on that piss-assed tube."
She danced about the living room, kicking playfully at her brother. "In fact, sex is more exciting than anything I know of." She stopped wiggling and looked intently at him. "I bet you don't even know what sex is, Kenney."
"Up yours, Julie," he retorted, but good humouredly. There was seldom any bickering in the Kramer household, Any arguments were on the good-natured side.
"You'd like that," she said, waggling her bikinied ass at him. "You'd really like that. The only thing is, you couldn't handle it, little boy."
He struck out at her waggling ass with his hand, but Julie danced away, giggling.
Barbara entered the living room just as Kenney had struck out. "Okay, you two. That's enough rough-housing."
"Kenney said he wanted to stick something up my butt," Julie laughed.
"I did not!" her brother protested. "Mom, I didn't say that."
Barbara regarded her daughter. After the scene in the kitchen, it was quite possible Julie was teasing her brother, she thought, teasing him sexually.
Again she felt the warm sensation between her legs.
"I don't care who said what," Barbara said, her voice sounding nervous. "I don't want any rough housing going on, not in the house. You two want to wrestle, go outside."
The tone of her mother's voice caused Julie to look closely. The flush was still on her mother's cheeks, and Julie suspected what her mother was feeling. The fact that Barbara would not look directly at her confirmed the idea.
"Want to go outside, little brother?" Julie asked Kenney. "I'll whip your ass-but good!"
He gave her a brave-boy sneer. "You couldn't whip my co… uh, anything."
"Kenney!" Barbara said sternly.
Julie laughed. "Why, you little stud! I didn't think you talked that way. I bet you don't even know what that little thing is for."
"Julie!" Barbara said sharply, but her voice quivered. "Now, that's enough. Both of you!"
"Party pooper," Julie grinned at her mother. "I guess I'll just go have my shower… and you better not peek! Either one of you."
She swung her half-naked ass from the room, Barbara watching her go. Julie had changed these past nine months, she felt. She had always been a straightforward girl, but not this bold. The little by-play between Kenney and Julie was about as far as brother and sister could go, Barbara thought. But the things that were said, the way they were said, the expression on Julie's face, all of it combined to make Barbara tremble. Any other time she would not have paid all that much attention to it, but now, after the kitchen thing, every word had a meaning hidden somewhere.
Barbara had a strange sensation that told her the weekend was going to change her life forever. She sat in a chair, hugging her breasts as she gazed unseeingly at the television set.
Julie finished her shower and sat in the middle of her bed, sorting out bits and pieces of jewelry she had collected over the years, but seldom wore. She was dressed in her shorty gown, a flimsy bit of cloth that clung to her slim body, molded her breasts, and hung mid-way to her ass. Giving in to her home convention, she had also pulled on a pair of matching panties.
It was ten o'clock by this time, and she was considering ways to get out of the house over the next two days so she could be with Mark. The big problem was this being her first weekend home, and she knew her mother would want her with the family, at least the first weekend.
As she sorted the jewelry, she listened to the sounds of her mother and brother preparing for bed. Although she had spent a wonderful day with Mark in the very bed she was now sitting on, Julie still felt excitement rumbling through her. Her room was situated at the end of the hall, near the bathroom. Her brother had a room opposite, with his door just past hers down the hall. The master bedroom that her mother used was at the other end of the house.
Julie heard the shower stop, then the closing of the bathroom door. It could only be Kenney, since the master bedroom had a bath of its own. She looked toward her door, knowing her brother would have to pass.
Kenney walked by, a towel wrapped around his waist. As he passed his sister's bedroom, he glanced in, saw her, and shoved his middle finger into the air at her. "Up yours!" he said, grinning. Then he ran to his room.
Julie smiled. Getting to her feet, she gathered up the jewelry and replaced it in the small chest where she stored it. Going to her door, she reached it just as the light went out. But her brother's door was open, and the light was on there.
Stepping into the hallway, she walked silently to Kenney's door, looking inside.
"Up who's?" she asked.
Kenney jumped, jerking the sheet up over his body quickly. Julie grinned when she saw the sheet standing up like a tent at his middle. He looked warily back at her.
"Don't you start anything, Julie," he warned.
"Looks like you've started something already," she laughed softly. "What are you hiding under that sheet? A little stick?"
"Don't come in here!" he squeaked, seeing her step into his bedroom.
"Why not?" she asked lightly. "I've been here before."
"Because… because I don't have my pajamas on yet," he said.
"You don't?" she lifted a teasing eyebrow. "Why, shame on you. I bet you were playing with yourself, weren't you?"
"I was not!" he yelped, holding the sheet tight at his neck.
Julie moved to the side of his bed, looking meaningfully down at the upstanding sheet. "If you weren't playing with that thing, why is it sticking up that way?"
"Julie," he warned, holding the sheet tightly, "if you don't get out of here, I'll… I'll call Mom!"
"So call," she said. Then before he could react, Julie grabbed the sheet and jerked it away.
Kenney's hands went immediately to his crotch, but he wasn't fast enough. Julie saw his hard cock and her hands moved like a striking snake. She grabbed his prick in her hand and pulled. Kenney yelped.
"That hurt!"
Julie relaxed her grip, but refused to remove her hand. She leaned over and looked closely at his cock and balls. "Hmmmm," she said softly. "That's quite a respectable hard-on, little brother. How often does that happen?"
"Julie, you better-"
"Why don't you shut up, Kenney?" she hissed at him, her hand moving now on his cock, sliding up and down slowly.
Kenney gasped as his sister's hand stroked his cock, her other one moving about his balls. "Yes, I'd say you have a respectable cock here."
He grunted, feeling sensations he had never felt before. Unlike his friend Mark, Kenney had never screwed a girl. No one had ever so much as touched his cock except himself. From the day he discovered he could come, he had been pulling off daily, sometimes two or three times.
"Still want to call mother, Kenney?"
He didn't answer. He couldn't answer; her hand pumping on his cock felt too good. He wiggled his naked ass on the mattress, and Julie gave a throaty laugh. "No, I don't think you do."
She played with his cock and balls for a few minutes, watching the foreskin slide back and forth, revealing the gleaming, swollen head of her brother's prick.
"You've never been circumcised, have you?" she said, her voice thick now. "I've never had an uncircumcised cock in me before."
"You do… you've been… " his voice trailed off.
"Been laid? Hell, yes! Plenty of times."
"Golly!" His eyes opened wide. "You better not let Mom find out-she'll blister your ass good."
"I doubt it," Julie laughed, sitting on the side of his bed and sweeping her fist up and down her brother's prick. "I don't think she would care, really."
"How do you know?"
"Oh, I've just got a funny feeling, you might say."
Kenney squirmed beneath his sister's hand, his eyes straining at her jutting breasts underneath the shorty nightgown, then at her exposed thighs. She had lifted one leg, crooked her knee, and he could see right into the crotch of her panties.
"Julie… you better stop," he groaned.
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"I mean, if you don't stop, well, something's going to happen."
"I know," she smiled at him. "You'll come, right?"
"Yes!"
"We can't let that happen, can we?" she said, pulling her hand away. As soon ass his cock was free, he started to pull the sheet back over his naked body. "Oh, no you don't!" she said, slapping at his hands.
Seeing that he wouldn't cover himself now, she stood up. "Want to have some fun, brother dear?"
"Fun?"
For an answer, Julie lifted her gown from her head and threw it to the foot of his bed. She arched her back, making her breasts arch out and up, the nipples long and hard. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she stripped them off quickly. Kenney stared-pop-eyed at his naked sister.
Julie spread her feet on the floor and shoved her hips forward, both hands pulling at the hair-lined lips of her cunt. "This kind of fun, Kenney."
He swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes from her pussy. The first one he had ever seen in his life. Kenney thought it was the best thing since Gunsmoke.
"Can't you speak?" she asked softly, twisting her hips as she rubbed at her clitoris. "You said up mine, didn't you? Well, here it is. Don't tell me you've changed your mind."
"Golly!"
"That's right-golly."
Julie climbed onto the bed with him, kneeling and still stroking her inflamed clitoris. "Has that thing ever been inside a girl, Kenney?"
He shook his head.
"Then it's about time it was, don't you think?"
He nodded his head.
Julie threw one slim leg over his shaking body, standing upright above him. He gazed up with his pop-eyed expression, staring in between her creamy thighs and directly at her pussy. He began to pant as his sister began to lower herself down. She squatted above his cock, her cunt inches away.
Reaching down, Julie took his prick in her right hand, stroking it as she rubbed her clitoris. She peered between their bodies, then at his face. "It looks like I'm becoming the fucking teacher of thirteen-year-old boys," she said. "You're the second one that age I've screwed."
Kenney was far too excited to pay any attention to her words. Julie had lowered her cunt down and was now brushing the flaring head of his cock along the warm, moist slit of her cunt, holding the hairy lips apart with her fingers.
"Feel good, Kenney?" she asked in a thick voice. "Doesn't that feel good against your prick?"
He gulped and nodded his head.
"Watch my pussy suck it up"
Julie squirmed, screwing her crotch downward. Kenney stared in amazement as the head of his prick spread the lips of his sister's twat. There seemed to be a great deal of heat there, and he was struggling to hold back his threatening ejaculation.
Holding the head of his cock by the lips of her snatch, Julie rolled her hips in a tight circle, using the muscles of her stomach and thighs, still using her fingers there. Slowly, very slowly, she inched down, taking more and more of his prick into her cunt. After approximately each inch, she would pause and circle her hips about, watching the expression on his young face.
"Nice, huh?" she whispered.
"Yeah!" he croaked.
"You just keep on watching," she whispered, "and see my pussy suck all your prick in."
Down she went, and finally her cunt hairs pressed into the wiry hairs at the base of his dick. She settled there tightly for a long moment, thrilled by the stretch and fullness of her pussy. That it was Kenney's cock, her brother's prick, inside her twat, made it all the more exciting.
Now, pressing her pussy against his pelvis, she hunched back and forth, then swung in tight circles. Finally, she began to lift her ass, sliding up on his cock slowly, and repeated her maneuver with just the head held in her snatch. She had intended to fuck him slowly, but the lust had gripped her tighter than ever before.
She began bouncing swiftly up and down.
While fucking her brother by sitting astride him, Julie cupped her breasts with both hands, squeezing them hard, taking the nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulling them, stretching them. Her pussy flew up and down, sucking his cock. She could feel the throb of Kenney in her and she dropped her right hand and shoved it behind her dancing ass. Grabbing at his balls, she tugged on them.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "This is good, isn't it, Kenney! Ohhhh, God… it feels so good! Doesn't it feel good to you, Kenney? Isn't my pussy nice and hot on your cock?"
"Yeah," he said hoarsely. He had not moved since she sat down on him. He was almost afraid to move. Not because his sister was fucking so furiously atop him, but because of the sensations it was giving him. He was afraid that if he did move, all that delicious pleasure would go away.
"Ooooo, delicious!" Julie whimpered, her voice climbing. "What a dock you have, Kenney! Damn, why didn't you show this thing to me earlier? Ohhhh… come on, brother dear! Pump your ass… fuck me! Don't make me sit here and do it all! Fuck up and down… work it with me!"
Barbara had retired to her bedroom after turning out the hall light. She had taken her shower earlier, and now, with a gauzy nightgown on, she had propped herself up in the bed and was reading a novel. She still had that strange tingling between her thighs, and she turned pages of the paperback without seeing the words.
When the sound first came to her, she failed to associate it. Then as the sounds became louder, the book dropped from her hand and she sat upright in the bed, eyes wide, her breath caught in her throat. The words came clearly to her. "Come on, brother dear! Pump your ass… fuck me!"
"My God!" she whispered. "It can't be.
She threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Before she could take a step, the rest of the words came to her. "Don't make me sit here and do it all! Fuck up and down… work it with me!"
Barbara knew she wasn't going out of her mind. That was her son and daughter, and they were fucking!
She started to move, and her legs became rubbery. Instead of stepping forward, she fell back on the bed. She sat there, eyes wide, her breath coming in harsh gasps, her fist clenched tightly at her sides.
"Fuck me!" she heard Julie urging her brother. "That's it, Kenney… pump up and down. Ooooo… yes, yes! Oh, God… so good! Fuck me… fuckme… fuckme!"
Barbara knew she should do something, but she wasn't sure what she should do. Go in there, pull them apart, spank their asses? No, of course not. Julie was far too old for spankings. Then what could she do? What should she do? •
Barbara did nothing.
She sat on her bed, listening to the cries and murmurs of their incestuous passion. As the sounds became more pronounced, Barbara found herself becoming extremely aroused. She was becoming more aroused than any of her men friends had ever made her. Her body felt on fire, as though she were being consumed in flames. Her breasts had suddenly become so swollen, they felt ready to burst, and her nipples were so raw, the gown became unbearable on them. Between her slender thighs, her pussy was a raging torrent of lust.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered softly, her hands pressing into her lap. "Ohhhh!"
Hardly knowing she was doing it, Barbara ripped at her gown, tearing it to shreds until she, was naked. Her eyes closed, lips hanging open, she threw her knees apart and began clawing at her burning twat. She had not masturbated since high school, and now she was digging into her pussy uncontrollably, unable to stop herself. The words coming from her son and daughter inflamed her beyond reason, and she flopped back across the bed, her legs wide as she rubbed at her swollen clitoris with one hand, the fingers of the other thrusting powerfully into her steaming twat.
Barbara rolled all over the bed, masturbating in a frenzy of passion, all her senses tuned to the rippling, insane pleasure of her body and the lewd words of her two children. Never in her entire life had she been so aroused, not even with her deceased husband. Barbara thought she would go out of her mind with passion, knowing she should slow her hands down, be more gentle with the delicate tissues of her cunt. But she was unable to control her hands.
She pulled hard at her inflamed clitoris, creating pain, but the pain was delicious at the same time. Three fingers plunged furiously in and out of her hairy cunt simultaneously, and she gasped and panted and twisted from one side of the bed to the other, her naked ass jerking up and down and making wide, lewd circles.
At the moment, Kenney and Julie could have seen her and she wouldn't have given a damn. She was so lost in her erotic sensations, Barbara would not have cared who saw her abusing her genitals. The only thing she was aware of was the deliciousness of her swelling orgasm, and the words coming to her ears.
"Fuck me, Kenney! Fuck me hard and good! Ohhhh, let's come together! Can you come in my pussy when I do, Kenney! Please, please… come with me! Ohhhh I'm almost… almost there!"
"Ahh… ahh… ahh," Kenney grunted.
"Wonderful! Sweet! Big cock… hard cock," Julie's voice came to Barbara's passion sensitive ears. "Fuck me hard, Kenney! Yes, yes! Deeper and harder! Oh, my cunt is burning up! My pussy is on fire!"
They were so close, Barbara knew. She, too, was close. Her hands thrust and pulled wildly as she thrashed about the bed, moaning to herself now. Her orgasm was swelling so much, it seemed as though her whole body would explode.
Then she came.
At the exact peak of her come, Barbara shouted, unaware she had done so. "Fuck him, fuck him!"