Kristy awoke in the middle of the night with a gently throbbing headache.
She glanced at the clock beside her bed and saw it was just past midnight. For a moment the fifteen-year-old teenage girl lay in bed and listened to the wind blowing hard outside the apartment complex as she debated whether to get up or not. Finally, she decided it might be a good idea to go out to the kitchen and take a couple of aspirins so she could get back to sleep.
As she slipped out of her bed, Kristy heard her thirteen-year-old brother, Eric, snoring quietly across the room. After sharing a room with him for so many years, she'd gotten used to his night noises and hardly even noticed them any more. The two kids had also gotten used to seeing each other in various stages of undress. It was no big deal for her to see the thirteen-year-old boy in his white underwear briefs or for Eric to see her walking around the bedroom dressed only in her bra and panties.
While they were growing up together the whole thing seemed so natural, so normal. Lately, though, she'd noticed her little brother secretly watching her a little more intently whenever he was in the room and she wasn't wearing much. She also notice the long, hard lump that seemed to be constantly sticking up and pushing out the front of the young boy's white underwear briefs, and he seemed to enjoy wearing nothing but his underwear around the house lately. Some nights, when just the two kids were home, he'd even sit in the living room and watch TV in just his underwear. Their mother didn't say anything about it, and Kristy wasn't quite sure what to make of the whole thing.
The teenage girl quietly slipped out the door of the bedroom, being sure to be extra quiet so she wouldn't wake Uncle Ted who was sleeping on the fold-out couch in the living room. An unmarried traveling salesman, he stopped by their apartment every couple of months to stay for a few days while he conducted his business in the area. He was a tall, dark, good-looking man with a deep, resonant voice, and a slim, tightly-muscled body.
Creeping slowly along carpeted floor of the hallway, she noiselessly entered the living room, glanced at the couch and paused, a little puzzled. The fold-out bed was pulled out and made up, but it was empty.
Maybe he'd gone out for a late night walk, or something, she thought to herself.
In the kitchen Kristy poured a drink of water and took two aspirin. The young girl lingered a few moments to gaze out the window above the sink at the parking lot behind the apartment building two stories below.
Already a heavy blanket of snow covered the parked cars and the wind whipped the waves of white wildly around. Kristy remembered hearing something about a winter storm on the evening news. God, she thought, maybe there'd be no school in the morning…
Silently on bare feet, the girl headed back to her bedroom. Passing by her mother's room, she thought she heard strange muffled sounds, and Kristy paused a moment in the doorway. Pressing her ear against the hollow wooden door, the girl heard her mother's voice speaking softly, followed by the deep voice of another person — a man.
She knew her mother had dated lots of men since her father left the family early in her life. The kids were too young to remember the divorce, and their family of three seemed very normal as she and her brother grew up. But, to her knowledge, her mother had never had a man in her room before, had never…
Now even more curious, the teenage girl slowly and carefully turned the door knob with both of her hands, sliding the bolt back and letting the door swing open just a crack. The door moved silently on it's hinges as Kristy slowly pushed it open just enough to peek inside.
The bedroom window curtains were apart and the bright security lights from the back parking lot gave the room a strange yellowish glow. In the dim light, she could clearly see the two figures moving together on her mother's bed, and Kristy froze with shock. Her uncle's large, naked, male form lay over the slender, petite shape of her mother, his arms straightened as he held his upper body over hers, his face looking down at her. As the girl watched, her body frozen in surprise, she saw her mother's shapely and slender legs raise up and wrap around her uncle's waist as the man's hips moved slowly up and down. There was no denying what was happening: her uncle was having sex with her mother, his own sister.
"Oh, God, Ted, you do me soooo…good," Kristy heard her mother murmur as the man's head suddenly dipped down to the woman's small breasts and mouthed and licked each hardened nipple. As he pulled and chewed at the pink buds with his lips and tongue, the motion of his lower body never stopped and his thick, hard shaft never ceased it's slow, erotic penetration.
The young girl's eyes were locked on the two figures, her breath quick and rapid as she watched the sexy scene. In the soft, yellowish light she could easily see the dark silhouette of her uncle's cock seeming to connect the two figures together as it moved in and out of the woman, soft moans of pleasure coming from her mouth. Kristy was completely captivated by the sight, her eyes locked on the pair as she watched them so casually couple.
It wasn't that the girl had never seen a cock before. Her best friend, Carrie, had given her a copy of 'Playgirl' for her fifteenth birthday just last month. The two teenage girls had closed the door and sprawled on her bed with several other girl friends looking and giggling at the pictures of good-looking, naked men with hard and soft cocks.
Kristy knew that all of the other girls had already lost their virginity, and several were very sexually active, especially her best friend, Carrie. Though she was quite pretty, Kristy was somewhat stand-offish with boys and had never dated very much, much less experience the pleasure of sex.
Lately, however, she was becoming a little self-conscious that she was the only one of her circle of friends who was still a virgin, and her yearnings to learn and experience what the other girls spoke about so openly, so eagerly, so brazenly, was growing quickly. On her most recent date two weeks ago, for the first time she had allowed a boy to feel her breasts as they kissed with open mouths and tongues in the front seat of his car while they were parked in a dark corner of the parking lot below.
As he pulled and squeezed her nipples through her shirt and bra with his finger tips, she felt the wonderful hot, electric sensations that jolted her loins and made her wet between her legs. She quickly felt herself losing control, wanting to experience more, to do more with him, and was somewhat relieved (and, she had to admit, disappointed) when the boy pulled away and announced he had to get home.
Now, as she watched the rhythmic thrusting of her uncle's hips and ass, she felt the same pleasurable tickle grow between her thighs and the wetness begin to form. Almost without realizing it, Kristy reached down and slipped her right hand under the hem of the T-shirt she often wore to bed. Her finger tips grazed over the front of her cotton-covered mound, and the tip of her middle finger found the depression at the front of her slit and began to make little circles over her clit.
Warm, familiar sensations of pleasure began to radiate up from between her legs. She could feel the dampness in the crotch of her cotton bikini panties begin to grow as the high school girl aroused herself. The little circles alternated with a back-and-forth motion as she pressed up harder against her pleasure button.
This wasn't the first time she had used her hand to make herself feel good. Ever since she was about twelve, she had explored that pleasure place between her legs and discovered masturbation and how it made her feel so good. As her technique improved with experience, Kristy learned how to give herself orgasms and, for the past couple of years or so, several nights each week she would lay in bed, her fingers down inside her panties making herself wet and making herself cum.
Lately, vivid visions of the naked men she saw in her 'Playgirl' magazine would float through her mind as her fingers worked their familiar magic and sent her ever higher toward that wonderful orgasmic release.
Sometimes, she would picture herself with them, doing the things that her friends so openly talked about doing with their own dates and boyfriends.
Her hand would slip down under the elastic waistband of her panties and her middle finger would delve down between the folds of her oily wet pussy. Kristy would slide her finger quickly deep down, in and out of her slippery cunt hole, as the teenage girl imagined that it was a boy's cock that was penetrating her fuck hole and making her feel so good. With her middle finger plunging in and out of her pussy, she used her thumb to rub over her clit. The combination was indescribable, and it quickly made her climax. Sometimes, once just didn't satisfy her, and two fingers would slide in and out between her wet, slippery pussy folds a second time, sending her to even greater orgasmic heights.
After she finally came, Kristy would often lay contentedly on her stomach, her hand still inside her panties cupping her pleasure place as the teenage girl wondered if that was really how it felt to have a guy's cock plunging in and out of her pleasure place.
Now, Kristy's breath was shallow and rapid as she gazed through the slightly open door at the sexy scene in her mother's bedroom and masturbated, her legs beginning to feel weak and rubbery with her building excitement. As she leaned against the door frame to support herself, the door swung opened a little farther, and her thighs moved more apart so her fingers could press harder up into her slit. Her drooling cunt was soaking through the crotch of her panties and made the material feel slippery to her erotic touch.
"Oh, God, this feels good…" the girl heard her mother whimper as the woman arched her back to meet her brother's thick, hot, penetrating shaft.
"You're the best, sis," her uncle replied in his deep, mellow voice, his ass pumping constantly up and down like a machine, his cock shafting into the women over and over again. "Ever since we were kids, you've always been the best…"
Ever since… Jesus Christ!
The meaning came crashing through the haze of pleasure building in her body. God, that means they've been doing it since they were kids, Kristy thought, maybe even as young as me; maybe even as young as Eric…
A vision of her little brother, wearing just his white underwear briefs, flashed in the girl's head. In her mind she could picture his little boyish cock, hard and straight, pushing out against the front of his white underwear as he walked around the apartment. As her pleasure quickly grew between her thighs, she began to imagine what it would look like if he wasn't wearing any underwear; if he was naked; if he was….
She closed her eyes and imagined the exciting and forbidden scene in her mind as her fingers moved harder and faster against her panty-covered mound. From experience, Kristy knew how much pressure to apply and just where to apply it. She could feel the thick, intense pool of pleasure building between her legs just waiting to explode throughout her body.
The fifteen-year-old girl felt the musky wetness from her pussy flooding the crotch of her panties as she fingered herself, driving her body toward that ultimate release of wonderful sensations.
The slapping of the two adult bodies echoed more loudly in the bedroom.
Through the partially open door Kristy watched her uncle pick up the tempo of his fucking, his loins smacking against the firm and shapely up-turned ass and pussy of her mother. The women's slender legs seemed to be squeezing and climbing the man's body as he held himself above her, his cock plunging again and again into her sweet soft spot.
"Let's do it another way…I wanna be on top," she heard her mother say.
"You do, huh? God, you've always liked that position the best, ever since we were kids."
"That's because that's the way we did it the first time, remember?"
As the two adults talked, Ted laid down on his sister, his long, swollen shaft still embedded between her legs, and rolled over onto his back, taking her body with him. The change is position was accomplished smoothly and effortlessly, as if they had done it many times before.
Kristy's mom ended up on top, straddling his hips and sitting down fully onto her brother's cock. Right away she leaned forward, placed her hands on the man's upper chest and, using her legs, began to move her body up and down. In the yellowish light Kristy could see the man's thick erection extending straight up in the air, disappearing when her mother sat down and let the shaft poke up deep inside her.
"Oh, God, it feels so good…" her mother murmured, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut as she moved slowly, leisurely, over the man.
As her slim, naked body bounced up and down on her uncle's loins, Kristy could see the nipples on her mother's small, round breast mounds seeming to stick straight out as the woman softly moaned with each plunge of her brother's shaft up inside her.
While the girl watched the completely uninhibited sex between the two adult siblings, the fire of the teenage girl's arousal grew between her legs like never before. Finally, Kristy's fingers frantically pulled down and to the side the elastic leg band of the bikini panties she wore, and the girl immediately stuffed her middle finger deeply up into her hot, aching fuck hole, rubbing the small shaft quickly back and forth over her swollen clit.
The horny fifteen-year-old girl leaned against the doorway, the intense sexual excitement making her weak with pleasure. She closed her eyes as her finger moved in and out between the elastic grip of her pussy lips in quick, short strokes. She could hear the cries and whimpers of delight from the two grown-ups as they fucked on the bed, and she imagined it was her having sex; it was her fucking so freely — fucking the boy from school, fucking the older teenage boy who lived downstairs, fucking…Uncle Ted….
That sudden and unexpected fantasy flashed in her head just as her orgasm exploded between her legs. The girl bit her lower lip to keep from crying out at the sudden and powerful sexual climax that jolted her body. It was the most pleasurable experience she ever felt before. Her body seemed to shiver and convulse as she came, and an incredible flow of wetness seemed to gush from her slit as she continued to finger herself, prolonging that wonderful, delicious feeling she had discovered a couple of years before.
Kristy knew just how to make herself cum and how to keep the waves of orgasm rolling through her body. As each orgasmic spasm began to wane, she would resume her manual stimulation, building to another peak of sexual tension that released itself with such incredible pleasure. Her finger would make quick, hard little circles over her clit as another orgasm exploded in her body.
Through the sexual haze she heard her uncle groan and watched as he grabbed her mother's hips and stopped her up and down motion. The man seemed to hold her down onto his cock as he pumped his cream deep up into her pussy. Kristy didn't know that it was the second time that night that her uncle had filled her mother's pussy.
Realizing she might be discovered, the teenage girl quietly stepped away from the bedroom doorway and slowly pulled the door closed behind her.
She didn't close it completely — she didn't want the two adults to know that she had seen them, had watched them.
Kristy leaned against the wall of the hallway, the crotch of her panties soaked with her pussy wetness and her legs weak from her multiple orgasm.
It had certainly been an enjoyable, and revealing, experience for the young teenage girl. After all, discovering that her mother and her uncle, the two being brother and sister, were having sex and had been having sex for what sounded like years and years, was certainly surprising, if not shocking, news.
Yet, somehow the whole thing wasn't really that shocking. In fact, as the girl made her way silently back to her bedroom, she realized that she, too, had felt a strange sexual yearning lately for her uncle each time he had come to visit. The man had a powerful sexual aura about him, one that seemed to melt her between her legs with just a glance, one that made her wet as she felt his body rub up against her.
Early the next morning Eric came running into their bedroom as Kristy began to stir from her deep sleep.
"Hey, Kristy, guess what? There was a blizzard last night and school's canceled for today. God, you should see the snow," the excited boy babbled as he stripped off his cotton pajamas.
The girl watched through sleepy, half-opened eyes as, dressed only in his white cotton underwear briefs, her brother hurried across the room, pulled a pair of jeans out of his dresser, and slipped them on. As the thirteen-year-old boy moved about, her gaze focused a little closer on the slight bulge that seemed to push out the front of his underwear.
"I'm goin' over to Tom's for the rest of the day; mom says it's OK. See ya at supper time."
Kristy smiled to herself as he left, thankful for the extra sleep she could get. As she drifted back off to sleep, vague memories of last night's experience created a warm tickle between her legs and she slipped her hand down between her thighs, holding herself, her fingers feeling so nice pressed against her musky, panty-covered mound.