Chapter 1

They appeared to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, though maybe the boy was a bit older. Clearly they thought they were alone in the small boathouse at the edge of the lake. Brad inherited the property from his recently deceased mother and only occasionally visited as an adult the place he knew so well in his youth. He decided earlier that spring it might be nice to spend his summer at the lake after a final year of classes as he completed work on his doctorate. He intended to begin writing his dissertation in the quiet of this beautiful resort community. He moved in the day before and was taking a first walk around the large, overgrown lot to get the lay of the land when he heard muffled noises from the boathouse. At first he thought it must be raccoons that'd taken up residence in the ramshackle building that had been abandoned years ago. He wasn't prepared for what he discovered when he peered through the small dirty window into the dimly lit space.

The girl's blouse was open, her white cotton brassiere pushed above pert little breasts the skinny boy was eagerly fondling. After his initial shock Brad felt an impulse to tell these kids to get off his property, but those lovely young breasts with nipples distended were stirring Brad's excitement. He found himself quickly mesmerized, anger leaking away as steadily as his arousal grew. His eyes fell on the boy's erection sticking out of the front of his open pants. The girl's fingers wrapped around the slender organ were urgently pumping the shaft. These two were obviously not innocents, despite their youth. Brad's cock twitched in the front of his jeans as he watched this sensual teenage seduction.

The boy was stripping the girl's blouse off her shoulders. She tossed it toward a bench on the far wall before reaching behind herself to undo her brassiere. An instant later she stood naked to the waist, her young breasts surprisingly full. The boy, not to be outdone pulled his tee shirt off and cast it aside. They stepped together, lips quickly finding one another. The girl's hand was once again playing between the boy's thighs, though their bodies were so close together it was impossible for Brad to see her caress. But the boy abruptly turned toward the window, obviously hungry for the girl's touch and wanting to give her more room. Brad stared down at the boy's erection, at the fingers frigging the slender organ. He could hear muffled words as the boy's mouth moved but couldn't make out what he was saying. The girl's sudden movement, however, provided an instant translation. She dropped to her knees and began kissing the boy's penis, her lips and tongue sliding down the length of the organ, then up to its tip before taking the straining erection into her mouth.

Brad was in shock, but not so much so that he failed to appreciate the girl's efforts. Reaching down he touched his own erection now filling the front of his jeans. He quickly glanced from side to side to make certain no one was watching him. Then he reminded himself he wasn't in the city, he was on his own property in the country. Although there were other homes on this side of the lake, the nearest one was almost a quarter of a mile away. No one could see him standing next to this small building so far from the road. His fingers reached for his zipper but then he stopped himself. That might not be a wise idea.

The girl was standing again, back to the window. Her short shorts clung to the round cheeks of her sweet little bottom. Brad's eyes caressed the perfect curves as the girl undid the button at the side and began sliding the zipper over her hip. She struggled a bit pulling the shorts down. Brad watched wide-eyed, his excitement growing as both the shorts and the girl's panties eased over the curve of those round cheeks and then quickly down her slender thighs. As she bent over her beautiful bottom was displayed in all its naked wonder to Brad's feasting eyes. When she finally stood up Brad realized the boy was naked as well, his erect member stiffly pointing toward the girl. Again they were kissing, their bare bodies pressed together, the boy's penis undoubtedly sliding between the girl's slender thighs.

Then they were moving again in a dance as old as time. The girl leaned toward the bench as the boy stepped behind her. Brad watched in wonder as the youngster fed his organ between the round cheeks of the girl's bottom and into her waiting pussy. Her lovely young breasts hung beneath her chest, waiting for hands to hold them. The boy quickly reached around, his penis now sliding in and out of the girl's body. The boy's round buttocks shuddered each time he drove his penis into the girl. Groans could now be heard clearly as their excitement took charge. The boy moved faster, his glistening cock flashing into view for an instant before disappearing again. Brad took it all in, the beauty and power of this coupling. These young lovers had obviously done this before. They were too practiced at their lovemaking to be considered novices, despite their youth. Brad stroked his cock through the faded denim, hungry for what these teenagers were sharing. He was so horny, so turned on.

The girl screamed and her partner's body suddenly froze, suggesting to Brad that the boy's own orgasm was at that moment exploding into the wet young pussy gripping his throbbing organ. They'd cum together! A moment later Brad's cock erupted, warm, thick fluid ejaculating into his cotton shorts. What a mess he mused for a moment, what a mess!

Brad was able to retreat without being noticed. He took a quick shower and put on fresh clothes. When he returned to the boathouse a half hour later the young couple was gone. He stepped into the dimly lit space, his sensitive nose picking up familiar smells of lovemaking. Glancing around he caught sight of something under an old wicker chair. He bent down to retrieve it, knowing instinctively it was the girl's panties. He pressed the flimsy garment to his nose, reveling in the musky smell of young womanhood. Had she left him a souvenir or was it merely an oversight on her part? He stuffed the undergarment in his pocket and returned to the house.

Chapter 2

It wasn't until later in the week that Brad saw the two teens again. He was at the small general store that served the lakeside community, when he saw them sitting at a table obviously intended to provide patrons a place to hang out. The girl was gorgeous, though perhaps his excitement in seeing her was amplified by his recollection of her luscious naked body and her uninhibited willingness to go down on her young boyfriend. They seemed oblivious to his presence as he finished shopping and walked past them to the checkout counter. It was there he noticed for the first time the owner, a very attractive woman in her late-thirties.

"Hi. You new around here?" She arranged his purchases on the counter as she spoke.

"Well, not exactly. I used to come up here every summer when I was a kid."

"Really. I don't think we ever met. My name's Lisa Stewart." She extended her hand, which Brad quickly took.

"Hi. I'm Brad Edwards." The fingers were warm in his hand.

"Edwards. Are you Sally and Bert's kid?" Deep blue eyes sparkled, as Lisa seemed to be sizing him up.

"That's right."

"Well, isn't that something. We've met before. I used to baby-sit you when you were a kid." Brad felt himself blushing.

"I hope you didn't have to change any diapers."

Lisa laughed, "As a matter of fact, I probably did. But don't worry, I can't remember the details. I've changed so many diapers in my life that I've lost track of most bottoms I've powdered, except for my own kids." Lisa tossed her head in the direction of the table where the two teens were sitting.

Brad glanced toward the boy and girl, then back to Lisa.

"Shelley, Rob, this is a new neighbor, Mr. Edwards." Brad turned toward the table again and acknowledged the smiles. The boy lifted his hand from the table in a half-hearted wave.

"They're both your kids?"

"Yeah, it amazes me too at times." Lisa had finished ringing up his bill but Brad was in too much a state of shock to pull out his billfold. He glanced over at the table again, confirming for his unsettled mind that these were in fact the two teenagers nakedly fucking in his boathouse. No doubt, no doubt he mused. He heard the voice far away and dragged his attention back to Lisa. The open cash register reminded him he hadn't paid. He pulled out his billfold and counted out the bills.

"Nice to meet you Brad. I'm sure we'll run into each other again."

"Nice to meet you too Lisa. Bye for now."

Chapter 3

He was embarrassed to admit that he'd begun keeping an eye on the boathouse, hoping to see Shelley and Rob again. He had little doubt he'd spy on them again if given the chance. He didn't like to think about it, but he'd watched his younger sister when he was a teenager. He'd even made a half-hearted pass at her a couple of times. Of course, they played doctor when they were real young, but by the time they were teens it wasn't easy to fool themselves about what they were doing together....

Christine was very pretty and developed early. Brad was two years older and enough into his puberty that he couldn't fail to notice his sister's budding breasts. Her nipples stuck through her tee shirts before their mother finally consented to buy her a brassiere. Brad would stare at her, alert to the possibility of being caught, yet totally mesmerized by those swelling orbs. Christine was the only person in the house who seemed to notice his attention. At first she was embarrassed, then she angrily told him to bug off. But it didn't take too long before she noticed how her brother would get an erection every time he stared at her body. She found herself as fascinated with the single lump in his jeans as he'd become with the double lumps in her tee shirt. It seemed an arrangement was simply waiting to happen. In fact it was Christine who finally suggested it.

Their parents had gone out for a rare evening together with friends, leaving the teenagers home alone only after extracting solemn promises that no friends would be stopping by. Shortly after their parent's car pulled away, the door to Brad's bedroom swung open without the required knock. He was about to growl at his younger sister when he glanced up and saw how she was dressed. The oversized man's shirt probably came from their father's closet. It was open down the front, held in place only by Christine's fingers. He raised his eyes and met his sister's steady gaze.

"Well. How about it?" He sat dumbly, wondering what the hell she was talking about. When he didn't respond she continued.

"A look at my titties in exchange for a peek at your doodad." Brad glanced down and saw his erection already rising inside his running shorts, unsubtly announcing his excitement. He blushed. He tried to speak but his voice seemed caught in his throat. He cleared it before continuing.

"Deal." Christine smiled, then walked to the edge of his bed and carefully sat down. It suddenly dawned on him that she might not be wearing anything beneath that shirt, even panties. His organ surged at the thought, pushing the nylon away from his flat belly.

"You first." Her eyes were welded to the front of his shorts. He flushed again, and then slowly slid his thumbs beneath the waistband. He paused for a moment, and then pushed down, raising his hips slightly as he did so. The waistband got hooked on his erection and he had to stretch the shorts to pull them free. A moment later his cock popped into view. Christine's eyes widened as they slowly measured his erection. Brad kicked his shorts off, lying back to give her the full view. Feeling his sister's eyes on him added immensely to his arousal and it took all his will power to keep from masturbating.

"Well!" Her comment was breathless and he thought for a moment that his sister was going to touch him. Her hand settled back to rest on the top of her thigh after rising slightly.

"Okay, you're turn." His eyes were focused on the gap between the two panels of white cotton. Christine's fingers began pulling the shirt open, inch by heart pounding inch. First the inside curves of both breasts, then the aroused nipples, then the entirety of his sister's well-formed bosom came into view. Brad could no longer resist touching himself, sliding his fingers across his thigh until they wrapped around the stiff shaft. Christine's eyes caught the movement and returned to his genitals. Brad stroked himself, suddenly feeling more daring. His eyes moved from his sister's face to her bared breasts, then to the sparse pubic hair where her thighs came together. He'd been right, she was naked beneath the shirt! His fingers were moving faster now and he was getting really turned on. The shirt slid off her sister's shoulder and suddenly she was sitting naked in front of him, her nipples protruding from the center of two light brown circles.

Brad never knew who made the first move, or how exactly their bodies came to be lying next to one another on his narrow bed. But he certainly felt his penis sliding between his sister's thighs and those sweet breasts pressing against his chest as their bodies writhed together. Neither of them knew what to do; yet their young bodies were on fire with excitement. The idea that what they were sharing was taboo never crossed their minds.

They both had body-convulsing orgasms that fateful night from the delicious friction of Brad's rigid penis probing between his sister's thighs. The power of their mutual release both excited and scared them. They quickly parted and avoided one another for the next couple of days. But the excitement unleashed by that first encounter was too much to be ignored and it was only a matter of time before they found themselves alone together again....

Chapter 4

The weather turned warm and Brad settled into his new life with remarkable ease. After four years diligently pursuing course work, it was an amazing relief to have nothing to do. His dissertation committee had given him the green light for his thesis topic and he had most of the materials he needed to begin. He spent the first hours of each day reading and preparing his outline. In the afternoon he took advantage of the weather to swim in the lovely warm lake, sunbathe, run the dusty country roads or lift weights. On this particular afternoon he'd gone swimming and was laying on the floating platform the handyman constructed years ago. It took some wrestling to get the thing into the water and then anchor it about hundred feet from the dock. Now he could simply enjoy it, either as a diving platform or an unobstructed place to sunbathe.

His eyes were closed as he laid back, his body still wet from a dip in the water. He heard the sound of an outboard motor in the distance but that wasn't unusual on this large lake with its many bays. It was a small motor suggesting it was probably a fisherman trolling. It grew louder. A few moments later the motor slowed and Brad sensed it was coming in his direction. He rolled his head and opened his eyes just as the boat nudged the edge of the platform. He reached up to grab the boat's prow and only then noticed the lone passenger was Shelley. Rising to his knees he retrieved the rope from the front of the boat and tied it to a cleat. At the same time, Shelley stepped from the boat onto the platform. She was wearing a skimpy bikini that showed off her remarkable young curves. Brad lifted his eyes and was met by a smiling face.

"Hi. Mind if I join you?" Seeing Shelley this close Brad realized how truly lovely she was, her bright blue eyes deep-set beneath long, curving lashes, her cheeks prominent and flushed with color, her full lips hinting of raspberries. He returned her easy smile.

"Not at all." He sat down on his towel as she leaned into the boat to retrieve her own, a move that once again offered him a delicious view of her perfect bottom. She sat next to him, her eyes moving along the shore, then out over the water.

"We live just down the beach..."

"Really, I didn't know that." He turned on his side to face her, aware of the stirring in his loins and very conscious of the brevity of his nylon swimsuit.

"My mom said she knew you when you were a kid."

"Yeah. I don't remember her but then I stopped coming around here when I was about your age. I guess your mom wasn't living here when I got a little older."

"She and my dad moved away. We just came back after they split up."

"That must have been hard." Brad was surprised by the ease with which this beautiful teen was talking about her life with a stranger.

"We got by."

"You mean your brother and you?"

Her eyes turned toward him and he wondered whether she'd known he was watching them two weeks ago.

"Yeah, my brother and me. My mom too, I guess, though she was pretty much of a wreck through the whole thing. My dad is not a very nice man."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Shelley lay down on the towel facing him. Her bikini top cradled little more than the bottom of her lush young breasts, which eased together as she lay down, creating a surprising cleavage for one so young. Brad averted his eyes. They were silent for a long while, simply drinking in the warmth of the sun. Shelley laid back, arms and legs spread. Brad allowed his eyes to caress her lovely young body. Since she was facing the opposite end of the platform he found himself staring directly at the prominent mound where her slender thighs came together, which was covered only by a tiny triangle of yellow nylon. He recalled her pubic hair when she'd turned around after stripping off her shorts that day. To think this delicious looking creature went down on her brother and then fucked him! Brad's cock stretched across the front of his loins, filling out his skimpy suit. He averted his eyes again, willing his organ to relax.

"Want to take a dip?" Shelley's words broke his reverie. He opened his eyes and found she was staring in his direction. His body was completely dry now and the heat of the midday sun was really intense.

"Sure thing." He struggled to his feet; aware the girl's eyes were still following him. His manhood had relaxed somewhat, but there was no denying the reality of his arousal. He leaped over the side of the platform, shivering as he hit the cool water. Another splash quickly followed. He swam back to the platform and grabbed the edge. A moment later Shelley's head broke the surface not far from the platform and the girl swam toward him in easy strokes. She'd obviously spent lots of time in the water. She grabbed the platform a couple of feet from him, turning to face him, water running down her face, hair plastered to her head and shoulders.

"You saw us didn't you?" Shelley's words were measured, softly spoken. Her eyes held his. Brad felt himself flush as though he was the one who should be embarrassed by what happened. He certainly hadn't expected a conversation like this, or for that matter, a meeting like this. He wondered what this girl's purpose could be in asking such a question. Was she making a pass at him? The thought scared him to death. She was certainly a minor and he could get into big trouble. But could he resist the temptation if she really was offering herself to him? He decided to play for time.

"What do you mean, saw you? I saw you at the store last week." His free hand lifted from the water and he pushed his hair back. Their eyes remained locked together.

"I'm not talking about the store. I'm talking about the boathouse."

He paused again, not certain how to proceed. "And when might that have been?"

"About two weeks ago. I guess it must have been the day you arrived."

"And what makes you think I saw you there?" Her face was still very serious, beautiful but serious. There was a long silence as she considered what to say next. Her eyes left his for a long moment before returning to capture his gaze once again. Then the words cascaded out.

"I left something there and it was gone when I looked for it...."

The panties! They were still in the pocket of Brad's jacket, those sweet smelling panties. Brad flushed again, certain he'd been found out.

"Would it make a difference to you if I said yes?" He knew he was being coy, but he had no idea where this conversation was going.

"Yeah, I thought so. I thought I saw someone at the window." She rolled her eyes away from his, and then glanced over the platform toward the shore. He followed her gaze and saw nothing but trees, his dock, and the boathouse, his home set back from the lake's edge. He looked back at Shelley who was once again facing him. "You're not going to tell my mom are you?"

Suddenly it all became clear. She was afraid her mother would learn about what she and her brother were doing.

"It's none of my business Shelley. I have no reason to tell anyone." A look of relief spread across her face, softening the lovely features. "I know what it can be like to turn to your brother or sister when things get tough." He had no need to add that final thought but did so just the same.

"Thank you for saying so. I think I'd better go now." She pulled herself up onto the platform, her lithe body shedding water as she turned to sit on the edge, once again gazing down at Brad. Her bare thighs were only inches from his face and he couldn't keep from staring at that prominent mound, at the short curly blonde hair's escaping the edge of the nylon triangle. Shelley smiled.

"I'll stop over again, if that's okay." She pulled the thigh closest to him up as she swung one leg over his head, offering Brad an unimpeded view of her genitals held delicately in a slender, almost translucent wet nylon strip running between her thighs. He reluctantly lifted his eyes to meet her open gaze.

"I'd like that."

Chapter 5

The next day he visited the store hoping to run into Shelley again. Neither she nor her brother were present and as he checked out their mother mentioned Shelley having said something about seeing him that day. Brad left quickly, his mind conjuring up all sorts of possibilities. After putting away the perishables he left the house and walked briskly toward the boathouse. He was surprised to find one of the large doors facing the water open. He stepped around the side of the building to discover Shelley sitting in one of the old wicker chairs she'd moved to the top of the ramp leading down to the water's edge. She was dressed as he'd seen her that first day in a blouse and short shorts. Her tanned legs stretched in front of her as she slumped back into the seat, her eyes lifting to meet his as he stepped around the door.

"Hi." The teen's greeting was warm and bright. Brad glanced around, half expecting to find Rob, but Shelley had apparently come alone.

"Hello yourself." He stepped around Shelley and pulled another chair to the open door. He brushed off the dust and sat down.

"Nice view, huh?" Shelley glanced over at him, them returned her eyes to the shimmering water. It was beginning to warm up and would no doubt be another scorcher.

"Yeah, it is." Brad stretched his legs out, arms resting on the curving sides of the chair. Silence was marked by occasional bird calls, the sounds of the lake, a motor sputtering in the distance, calling voices whose words could not be understood. He glanced over at Shelley, taking in her long tanned legs, slender thighs. Her face looked serene in its beauty, at once a girl's face and a woman's face. She turned and caught his stare.

She smiled before speaking, "You're cute, you know that?"

Brad knew he was good looking. He'd had little difficulty in his brief life attracting women, even quite attractive women. But cute was not an adjective he'd heard applied to him in a long time. He smiled.

"You're pretty cute yourself."

"Do you have a girl friend?"

He chuckled to himself. This was probably the way a teenager would flirt with a boy and he was flattered. Yet he couldn't forget the images from that afternoon in the boathouse. This sweet young thing was no innocent teen. She was a sensual temptress with a remarkably mature body.

"Not at the moment I don't." The thought crossed his mind that in another ten years, when he'd be thirty-six and she'd be twenty-three nobody would think it unusual for them to be lovers. But 26 and 13 or 14 would raise more than eyebrows. He tried to calm his growing arousal.

"You do like girls though, I mean you're not gay are you?"

He laughed, watching her face flush as she turned away, then looked toward him again. "No Shelley, I'm not gay."

"It's not such a silly question. There were two people in the boathouse after all, not just me."

Brad was shocked by her bringing that fateful episode up a second time. It had obviously been on her mind or she wouldn't have asked the question. He decided to step into this proverbial minefield.

"You're right Shelley, there were two young people in the boathouse. But I was only looking at one of them and it wasn't your brother." Shelley's mouth lifted into a smile she quickly tried to suppress, turning her face away when she failed. Brad took the opportunity to gaze at the open front of her blouse. He wondered whether she was wearing a brassiere but quickly put the thought out of mind. After a lengthy silence Shelley turned to face him again.

"So, you wanna go swimming?"

"You got your suit?"

"It's in my bag." She threw her head in the direction of a backpack Brad hadn't noticed until that moment.

"Sure. I need to change."

"Me too."

Brad suddenly saw possibilities here that were more than a little tantalizing. He stared at Shelley, trying to discern her intentions. At just that moment she reached to the front of her blouse and released the top button. Without hesitation she undid the next one. Brad turned in his chair, eyes fixed on her slender fingers. The white cotton blouse fell open as the fingers released the third button and the brassiere he'd seen before came into view. Obviously she had no intention of stopping her little striptease. Brad's cock sprang to life within his faded jeans, quickly creating a prominent bulge. Shelley was pulling her blouse out of her shorts now, spreading the two panels of cotton open until the well filled cups of her brassiere came into view. She pushed herself off the chair and stepped around it into the dimly lit interior of the boathouse as she shrugged the garment off her shoulders and cast it on the table. Now her fingers were working on the shorts, undoing the button and pulling the zipper down. Brad recalled that day weeks before, and knew instantly he was being given a repeat performance. Would she invite him into the darkened space to fuck her as her brother had done? Or was this just a tease, a preview of some coming attraction.

She reached behind her back and undid the brassiere before stripping off her shorts. Suddenly those lovely young breasts came into view, nipples aroused as before. She stared over to where he sat, now twisted around in the chair, their eyes meeting, holding one another in a distant embrace. Then she was stripping her shorts off, bending down to retrieve both shorts and panties before placing them next to her blouse and brassiere.

"I can't afford to lose any more panties," she smiled at him, standing there completely naked, with the body of a young goddess, breasts firm and full, waist narrow, hips sweeping out, thighs slender, the light hair clustered over the prominent mound between them.

"Aren't you going to change?" The girl's formal invitation arrived at last. Brad pushed himself off the chair and stepped into the shelter of the boathouse.

"I don't have my suit with me," said softly. Shelley smiled.

"I don't either." He burst out laughing as her smile broadened. He saw her eyes lower to the front of his jeans where his arousal was announced with such clarity. He reached up to his belt and began undoing it. Then the brass button slipped free and he slid the zipper down. He knew he was playing with fire here. This girl was hot! It was also likely she was under eighteen and most certainly jail bait. He shimmied the tops of his jeans over his hips and down his thighs, uncovering his jockey shorts. He paused for a moment and looked at Shelley.

"You sure you want to do this?" It was no teenager's cock filling the front of his shorts. Brad knew he was hung. His long, thick organ was outlined by the white cotton briefs and must have looked huge to this young teen. When she didn't speak he reached up and began pulling the elastic waistband over the prominent bulge. Shelley stared wide-eyed toward his moving fingers. Suddenly his cock popped into view, swinging away from his loins and pointing in her direction. He reached down and withdrew his testicles from the binding elastic.

Shelley took tentative steps in his direction, her wide eyes fixed on his oversized organ. He waited, slowly stroking his cock. She was standing in front of him now, her naked body even more gorgeous than he'd dreamed. He knew he couldn't resist her offer if she persisted. Her hand was rising from her side, fingers opening as they approached his cock. He recalled those same fingers stroking her brother's cock, the prelude to her full lips parting to receive the boy's slender organ. Would she dare take this cock between those luscious lips now pouting as she concentrated on his naked manhood?

The sound of a car approaching paralyzed them both. Listening carefully he heard it getting louder and louder. He jerked up his shorts and reached down to pull up his jeans. Shelley's eyes suddenly transformed from excitement to something close to fear. Brad stepped out of the boathouse, reaching behind to close the door before turning toward the main house. A moment later an old sedan appeared at the head of the driveway. Brad walked slowly across the lawn, his mind willing his cock to relax. His fear of being caught with a naked teenager was enough to do the job. He reached the car just as the driver's door opened. Shelley's mother stepped out, flashing a smile as she said hello.

"Hi, have you seen Shelley?" This was the first time Brad had seen Lisa anywhere but behind the counter at the general store. Suddenly he understood where Shelley got her remarkable good looks, especially her luscious young body. Mom was voluptuous, as you would expect a grown woman to be, with heavy breasts, full hips to complement her slender waist. She was a knockout!

"I saw her when I got back from the store, but I'm not sure where she is now. We'd talked about going for a swim later. If she comes back I can tell her you're looking for her." He wondered whether the flush he'd experienced from his close call with that sensuous teenager was still visible in his face. Lisa glanced toward the lake, and then shook her head.

"No, it's nothing. I was heading back to the store and wanted to pass on a message she got at home from her brother. I'll tell her later." She turned back to the car, offering him a view of her round bottom in the tight jeans she wore. Brad found himself wondering whether it might not be safer to put his energy into seducing this woman rather than her young daughter. It would definitely be safer. He watched the car drive away and then quickly turned back to the boathouse. When he pulled the door open he found the dark interior empty. Then he noticed white panties on the table. Shelley had left him another souvenir for his budding collection. He lifted it to his nose and breathed in.

Later, sweet thing, later.

Chapter 6

Shelley walked across the lawn beneath his home, apparently coming from the house down the beach she shared with her mother and brother. It was early evening and had cooled off considerably. The teenager was now dressed in jeans and a turtleneck sweater. Her lovely breasts giggled with each step suggesting she wasn't wearing a brassiere. She turned toward his back door. Brad lowered the towel and placed the dish back in the drain before walking to the door. He swung it open just as Shelley pulled the screen door away from its frame.

"Hi." He smiled at her regular greeting.

"Hi, yourself." She stepped past him into the kitchen. His eyes followed her, appreciating the tight denim hugging the round curves of her bottom. She turned, leaning against the counter. Her arms reached back as her elbows found the counter top, causing her prominent breasts to lift within the soft cotton sweater. His eyes caressed her across the distance, and then rose to meet her gaze.

"It was my mom that stopped by, right?"

"Did she tell you?"

"No, I saw her car pull away when I left."

"Why'd you leave?" Brad reached into his pocket and retrieved the white panties he'd picked up that afternoon. He raised the flimsy garment to his lips as Shelley watched, then offered it to her.

"I was afraid." She took the garment from his fingers, a smile crossing her full lips.

"Are you wearing panties right now?"

She blushed at his question, and then gave him a sexy smile. "I'm not wearing anything except what you see."

He smiled; understanding instantly that their dance was resuming.

"And where's your mother and brother?"

"Rob left yesterday to visit our father and won't be back until next week. My mom is working until nine tonight." Brad glanced over at the clock, which read 7:15. There was plenty of time if he really wanted to risk it. His eyes moved down the length of Shelley's young body, then up again. It was hard to believe someone this young could have such a luscious body.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Their eyes held one another for a moment before Shelley slowly nodded her head up then down. Brad's eyes followed his hand lifting toward Shelley, fingers extending until they were lightly touching her breast through the soft sweater. They spread, pressing gently into the firmness of the mound now nestled in his palm. He could feel her hard nipple through the cotton.

"How old are you?" His fingers gently squeezing the remarkably full mound as he spoke.

"I'm going to be fourteen in September." He withdrew his hand and smiled. His guess had been right.

"You know I'd get in serious trouble if anyone finds out about this?" He stepped closer, his hands sliding over the counter on either side of Shelley. He rode his hips closer until his growing erection was pressing into the teenager's loins.

"Yeah, but who's going to find out?"

"Good question." Her hips pressed back at him as her hands took hold of his waist. She leaned into his embrace, her breasts just barely touching his chest. "Are you going to tell anyone?"

"No." Their hips ground together just as Brad's lips touched the girl's upraised mouth. Tongues quickly found one another as the kiss deepened. He knew he was lost. What this girl offered simply could not be refused. He reached down to caress her firm round bottom, pulling Shelley's body even closer.

The kiss broke and he leaned back to gaze down at the girl's beautiful face. Her eyes were aglow with arousal, her parted lips moist from their first kiss, her cheeks flushed. Brad suddenly thought about his camera hanging in the front closet, wondering whether Shelley would let him take pictures of her, sexy pictures. His right hand lifted to caress those lovely breasts again. He felt her hand slipping between their bodies, her fingers quickly sliding over his aroused organ.

"Ooo, that's nice." She squeezed the curving shaft through the denim, a practiced caress that spoke of her experience with seduction. The thought suddenly crossed Brad's mind that Rob might not have been her teacher. He wondered about Shelley's father and the divorce. Had he seduced his daughter? His mind flashed back to Christine, then to his mother and father. Incest happened, he knew it from first hand experience. His thoughts turned to Lisa and the possibility she might have played a part in her daughter's precocious sexuality. Just then the phone rang. Shelley's fingers stopped their caress and they gazed into one another's eyes. There was enough danger in what they were doing that any disturbance could shake them.

"I'd better get that." He stepped away from the girl and walked to the wall phone at the end of the counter, picking it up after the third ring.

"Hello."

"Brad, this is Lisa. I haven't been able to reach my daughter and I'm getting concerned. She isn't home and she isn't with any of her friends."

"She stopped by here a little while ago and I think she was heading home."

"How long ago was that? I called there about half an hour ago." Brad glanced over at Shelley leaning against the counter, looking so desirable to his hungry eyes. How many times were they to be interrupted? Then the thought crossed his mind that perhaps some guardian angel was protecting him from himself. He closed his eyes.

"She left only a few minutes ago."

"Oh. Well, I'll wait another ten minutes I guess and try her at home again. Thanks Brad. I'm sorry to be involving you in my mother's worry."

"It's not a problem Lisa. We're neighbors now."

"Well, thanks again."

"Good night."

Shelley left immediately and Brad took his still aroused body up to his bedroom where he masturbated. Images flashed through his mind; Lisa, Shelley, Christine, and, of course, his mother, the woman who started it all.

Chapter 7

Sally Edwards was a beautiful woman married to a man much older than herself. Bert was very successful and in the grand scheme of things he felt entitled to a gorgeous woman on his arm to show off his success and wealth. But when he was busy he was very busy. In those days a woman's place was in the home, raising children and keeping the environs beautiful. Sally was just enough of a maverick that she chafed at her role. She did it but she didn't like it.

At first she enjoyed the role of mother, especially with such a lovely young son. But the hours without the companionship of her husband wore on her. She thought for some time of taking a lover, but it simply wasn't done in her family. What was done, however, was much more taboo but much less likely to be discovered. Her young son became her lover! Initially it took a form too subtle to notice. She'd stare at his naked body and get aroused. Her fingers would linger as she changed diapers, marveling at the tiny erection stirred by her gentle touch. But things quickly escalated and soon she was taking the tiny organ between her lips, tongue licking penis and scrotum, then sliding lower between those round cheeks. He loved his mother's attention so much!

After he was out of diapers she had a little girl that demanded her attention. But she still bathed her son, careful that his genitals were well cleaned. She also took her son to bed with her when Bert was traveling, drawing his soft, sweet smelling body against her own, sometimes rolling on her back with his torso pressed between her legs. He enjoyed the added attention and was more than willing to suckle her bare breasts, even though he'd been weaned and the milk coming from them was really meant for his sister. Feeling his tiny hands on her breast and watching his full lips formed over her aching nipple was almost enough to make her cum. But she didn't want to scare the small boy and so waited until he'd gone to sleep before masturbating.

He was around nine years old the first time he woke as she played her fingers between her parted thighs. She was aware of him rolling to face her, of his eyes wide as he watched her intimate caress. His rapt attention drove her to incredible heights of arousal and she came powerfully, her body completely spent. Afterwards she drew his body close to her, pressing his face against her breasts, feeling his arm reaching around her waist to draw himself even closer. She could hear his ragged breathing and knew he'd experienced his own arousal from watching her... She could even feel her son's stiff erection against her thigh. And so began the next stage in their evolving sexual relationship.

Brad's penis throbbed in his mother's fingers. He stared down at her familiar face poised above the tip of the swollen organ, watching intently as her tongue extended and slithered along the bottom of his erection. Then the bulging crown disappeared into her mouth, lips and tongue playing their magic game with him. He groaned, trying desperately to keep his voice down. His mother told him they had to be quiet, that they didn't want to awaken his sister. It was so hard to do, especially when his penis erupted, which he knew would happen soon. His mother knew exactly what to do to arouse him. He closed his eyes and gave himself up to the luxurious sensations.

Chapter 8

"It would be a great favor to me if you could keep an eye on her in the evening. When Rob's home he can look after her, but he won't be back until next week." Brad's mind was spinning with the possibilities of Lisa's request. He didn't want to appear too eager. "I have someone coming in to work late on the weekend, but if you could help out the next couple of nights it'd be a lifesaver."

"Of course. But your daughter might not want to hang out with an old guy like me." Brad constrained his smile.

"You don't know my daughter very well. I think she's got a crush on you..."

"You're not serious." Brad wondered whether he was overplaying the scene.

"Well, no matter. I'll talk to her and let her decide. But if she's not with you, she'll have to hang out at the store."

"Okay. She'll let me know, right?"

"Sure. Thanks again." Brad hung up the phone feeling like the fox who had just been invited to keep an eye on the chicken coop. He took a deep breath.

"Can we order pizza?" Shelley called ten minutes later and said she planned on coming over before dinner. She and her girl friend were driving to another town with her parents to drop her off for camp. She expected to back around four or five. Brad told her they'd order the pizza when she got there.

Brad spent the day in a state of almost continuous arousal. He knew this was going to be the night when they finally could make out and not be interrupted. He took a shower in the mid afternoon. He dressed casually but decided to forego undershorts. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, carefully adjusting his genitals in the form fitting jeans. Just then he heard a voice downstairs. He took a deep breath and headed toward the staircase.

Shelley was wearing a summer dress with spaghetti straps and a formfitting bodice. The short skirt swung around her tanned legs as she turned to face him when he reached the bottom of the stairs. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She looked at once like a very young girl and a very sexy woman. Her face had the look of scrubbed innocence, but the bodice of her dress was filled in a way that said something quite different. She smiled in a very sexy way.

"So you're my baby-sitter." She struck as sexy pose, hand on hip, legs cocked, shoulders back to thrust her breasts into even greater prominence. She obviously knew how to play this game.

"Yeah, and you'd better be good or I'm going to have to spank you're pretty little fanny." She laughed.

"And I bet you'd lift my skirt to spank me wouldn't you?" She reached down and took hold of the bottom of her skirt, slowly lifting the front until the tops of her thighs came into view, together with the sparse blonde hair covering the prominent mound. Suddenly he noticed the white panties clutched in her free hand. The little temptress had taken them off as soon as she got into his home. He shook his head.

"I can see you've already been very naughty." He stepped in front of the luscious teen and slid his fingers beneath her dress, the tips quickly finding the opening between her thighs. The soft folds of flesh were moist with excitement. He teased the stiff nub of her clitoris, aware of Shelley's fingers clutching his arms. He gazed down into those beautiful blue eyes, which were smoldering with excitement at his touch. He bent down and kissed Shelley's pouting lips, withdrawing his fingers so both hands could draw the beautiful teen's lush curves to his body. The kiss broke with a gasp.

"I think we'll be a lot safer if we order our pizza right now. After it's delivered we can have some fun." Shelley smiled.

"Whatever you say. You're in charge, right?"

It took all of his will power to keep from attacking Shelley over the next hour as they waited for the delivery. She sat on the leather sofa in the living room with her legs parted and her skirt bunched around the top of her thighs. She'd begun telling him about her relationship with Rob, a story that did little to dampen his excitement.

Rob was a year older and had always been Shelley's closest friend. They moved quite a bit because their dad had difficulty keeping a job, which meant friends she made at school kept disappearing from her life. Their mother usually got a job working in some bar as a waitress or bartender, which helped pay the bills but eventually led to trouble. Their dad would get jealous at all the attention she got. In addition, she worked late most nights, leaving the kids home alone with dad. When they were younger there wasn't a problem, although he could get angry, especially when he'd been drinking. But by the time she turned eleven and her body began developing round curves something seemed to change in him.

Shelley had enjoyed his attention when she was younger. But now when she sat on his lap watching television she noticed her father's excitement. It was flattering in a way to feel his arousal at being close to her. By the time she was twelve her father started sending Rob out on errands so they could be alone together. That was when he started talking sexy; telling her how much she turned him on. He said she had a special power to be able to do that. Soon he wanted to touch her. He promised it would feel good and it did. His fingers would tease her nipples or slide between her thighs and touch her like Brad had done earlier. She didn't know the convulsing releases she started having, were called orgasms, but they felt so good she began looking forward to them.

She knew she could have one if she rubbed her fingers over the bulge in the front of her father's pants. She'd walk up to him when he was watching television, step between his spread legs, her fingers reaching out and taking hold of the instrument that must surely be like the one she'd seen so often when bathing with her brother. Her father's fingers would slide up the inside of her thigh, beneath the short skirt she wore until they slipped into her cotton panties and began their expert movement. This went on for a couple of months before her father unzipped the front of his pants to take out the now familiar organ and offer it to Shelley's inspection. It seemed so much bigger in person, her fingers barely able to wrap themselves around the thick shaft as he guided her in this new type of caress. It wasn't long after that that she kissed his penis, lips tentative at first, but quickly getting the hang of it. Sucking the silk textured organ into her mouth was very pleasurable right from the start and her daddy was so grateful that she offered to do it often. Each time she sucked his penis he would slip his fingers between her thighs. By that time he inserted one finger into the opening there, adding another dimension to the sensations she experienced.

Her mother caught them on a Wednesday night. She'd gotten sick at work and came home early. She peered through the glass panel in the door of the kitchen as she fumbled for her key and saw her husband stretched out in a kitchen chair, his pants at his ankles, their daughter kneeling between his thighs as she sucked his glistening cock in her bobbing mouth. Lisa screamed, her elbow breaking the glass as she reached inside to unlock the door. Her husband's expression quickly shifted from rapture to terror. He pushed the girl away, trying desperately to cover himself. Lisa ran to the cupboard and began throwing dishes at him. He fell from the chair, tangled in his pants, trying to deflect the dishes that smashed against his body and shattered on the floor. Shelley crept out of the room in a state of shock. She ran to her brother's room and jumped into bed with him, trying to close her ears to the screams that echoed through the trailer where they were staying.

Their father was gone the next day when they woke up in one another's arms. Her mother had been so enraged that she hadn't been able to confront her daughter that night. The only solace Shelley had in the world was her brother. And, not surprisingly, the solace she sought was sexual. That horrible night as they held one another close she opened his pajama bottom and took out his penis. Rob lay still in disbelief as his sister pressed her lips over the bulging crown of his slender penis and began sucking on him. It took only a few minutes before his organ erupted in his sister's mouth. She smiled afterwards and described to him what she wanted him to do. He was a willing pupil and soon her own orgasm shook her slender young body. And so she switched lovers that night and her family's adventure moved on to another chapter.

Brad's cock throbbed in his jeans as Shelley finished her story. It was not unlike his own story and he couldn't help but wonder how widespread incest was in this country. Then he thought about Lisa, wondering how she could risk having her daughter stay with him after what she'd witnessed two years before between her daughter and husband. He couldn't figure that one out but didn't intend to explore it with Shelley.

Chapter 9

By the time the pizza finally arrived they were both hungry, so their seduction was put on hold for a while. It was nearly six o'clock when they pushed themselves away from the table. Brad placed their plates in the sink and stepped behind Shelley, leaning down to kiss her neck, tasting her saltiness as his eyes lovingly caressed the round tops of her breasts rising above the edge of the bodice. His fingers eased over her bare arms, spreading as they slid over the fullness of each breast. Shelley leaned back in the chair, thrusting her breasts into his hands, her head turning as she offered Brad her lips. They kissed as his fingers caressed her firm breasts so obviously unencumbered by a brassiere. Their lips parted and after a gentle squeeze he released her breasts, reaching down to lift her hand from her thigh.

"I think we should go upstairs." Shelley turned in her chair and stood, brushing her elbow across the bulging front of his jeans as she did so.

"I'm ready." She walked ahead of him as they mounted the narrow stairs, her hips swinging sensually from side to side. Brad couldn't resist sliding one hand beneath her skirt, fingers moving along the tender inside of her bare thigh. Shelley stopped, legs spread apart, waiting for his fingers to slide higher. He pressed his face into the fresh smelling cotton covering her firm round cheeks. Both hands were under the skirt now, sliding over warm, smooth curves, squeezing her bottom. Shelley turned in his arms, leaning down to kiss him, a hungry kiss promising him everything he'd dreamed about with her. His hands slid from beneath her skirt, reaching up to caress her breasts once again as their kiss deepened.

Suddenly Shelley slid out of his embrace, her body collapsing onto the step in front of him. Her face was level with his crotch and her hands were feverishly working to undo the front of his jeans. The faded denim fell open as the zipper slid down, revealing first his naked belly, then the lush pubic hair. Frantic fingers reached into the tight fabric and a moment later his cock emerged in all its masculine glory. The thick, long organ rose from his loins, the tip brushing against Shelley's waiting lips as she leaned into that most intimate kiss. He recalled her story of going down on her father, then her brother. This was what she knew best how to do. Suck a man's cock in exchange for her own orgasm. Brad was more than willing to make such an exchange.

He stared at her beautiful young face, her moist lips pouting as they spread over the bulging crown of his cock. Tiny fingers clutched the base of the proud organ. Her eyelashes fluttered for a moment, then her eyes raised until she was gazing up at him. Her tongue slid under his cock, offering the thick organ a route into her wet mouth. Her head tilted closer and the crown disappeared. She was good! He reached down and touched her cheek... Then he withdrew his penis, leaning down to kiss her full on the mouth, tongue sliding in where his cock had been just a moment before.

"Let's go to my room." The expression of doubt that had spread across her face when he withdrew his penis quickly dissolved. She stood, turned and resumed her climb. He pointed in the direction of his bedroom and she walked without hesitation into the dimly lit room.

There was still enough natural light that he didn't turn the lights on. He simply stepped up to Shelley and began sliding the zipper of her dress down. Her bare back came into view. She already had taken hold of the slender straps so the instant the zipper reached the bottom; the dress fell from her glorious young body. Brad pulled her naked body against him, dipping his knees just enough so his throbbing cock could slide between her thighs. She gasped. He felt her fingers touching the tip of his organ where it approached the front of her thighs. He kissed her neck, allowing his hands to reach around and caress those lovely breasts, now fully naked to his fingers. He was going to offer this young beauty every special treat he knew.

He stepped back and led her to the bed. She sat on the edge and watched as he finished stripping off his jeans and his shirt. Her eyes moved down the length of his slender, well-muscled body, pausing at his proud manhood, and then looking up into his eyes once again. He lowered himself to his knees, reaching forward to press her legs apart. She looked confused but made no effort to resist.

"I'm going to kiss your sweet little pussy." Her eyes widened and fear spread across her face once again.

"Is that okay?" Her face flushed and he realized he'd upset her in some way. "What's the matter?" Shelley lifted her hands and covered her face. Brad got up from the floor and sat next to the girl, his arm reaching around to embrace her. She leaned into him but still didn't say anything. After many moments she lowered her hands and looked up at him.

"I never let my daddy do that, or my brother."

"I understand, sweetheart. But why not with me? It's such a lovely way to kiss." Again there was a long silence before she found courage to speak.

"I know. But my mom told me she was the only one who could kiss me there." Brad almost fainted! Shelley's mother was going down on her daughter? What in the world was happening in this sleepy little community? Shelley gives blow-jobs to her brother after learning how to do it with her father who's thrown out of the house by the mother who's licking her daughter's pussy. He wondered what Rob might be doing with his father at that very moment. He also wondered whether Shelley's mother was in some way setting him up to join this crazy family orgy.

"And does your mom let you kiss her like that too?" He tried to keep his voice level, to hide his upset.

"Sure she does." Brad fell back on the bed, his eyes following the crack in the ceiling as his mind tried to comprehend the meaning of all this. Before his mind could even begin to settle down Shelley's lips were on his cock again creating the most delicious sensations that spread outward from his loins. He raised his head and watched the beautiful girl playing her lips and tongue up and down his glistening cock.

"Get on the bed sweetheart." Shelley released his cock from her mouth and did as she was told, turning to lie next to him on the bed, her mouth once again finding the bulging crown of his cock and sucking it between her lips. Brad leaned closer, ignoring Shelley's earlier protest and pressing his face against the soft pubic hair. His hands slid around to cup the girl's tight round bottom and pull her body toward his mouth. His tongue slid between the smooth thighs that seemed to part of their own accord. His mouth quickly spread over the opening of her pussy and he began playing his tongue through the folds of moist flesh until he found her aroused clitoris. She groaned against his cock, her tongue fluttering on the crown as she sucked harder.

Whatever was happening at home, this sultry young beauty was naked in his bed at the moment. Knowing that her mother was also savoring this teenager's body somehow made the risk of being caught less dangerous. Lisa certainly wouldn't want to open that can of worms knowing the trouble she'd get into.

Shelley's first orgasm hit like a loaded freight train, her teeth clamping into the side of his throbbing cock as her belly convulsed. He squealed and her teeth relaxed, but her thighs continued to shudder for a long while. Brad extracted his cock from her mouth and turned on the bed to take her in his arms. She snuggled close, her thighs parting to accommodate his still rampant erection. He knew he was going to fuck this girl, but he could give her a little time to recover.

He gazed down the length of his body as Shelley positioned herself above his cock, both her hands clutching the thick organ as she wedged the tip into the tight opening of her young pussy. Her pussy was still wet from his saliva after he'd kissed her deeply between the thighs one more time before attempting to enter her. Shelley told him she never did this with her father, only with her brother. She was apprehensive about taking his huge organ into her pussy. Brad suggested that she take charge and this was the result. He peered up at her beautiful face as she concentrated all her attention on their joining. Slowly the bulbous knob at the end of his cock slid into the tight heat of her body. From the expression crossing her face he could see she was already responding to the building tension in her loins. Her head fell back, hands releasing his cock and coming to rest on her hips as her knees flexed to allow the organ to sink deeper into her body. Her nipples were stiff in the brown circles at the center of each beautiful breast. He reached up and tweaked them between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes opened and she gazed down at his fingers, and then peered at his face.

"Oh God!" Her eyes widened, her hips pressing down now with greater urgency. Brad lowered his hands from her breasts and took hold of her hips, gently pulling her closer. She collapsed against him, her breasts pressing into his chest. He reached down and cupped her bottom, lifting his hips to press his cock even deeper as he pulled her loins closer to his own. Then he withdrew, pausing a moment before pressing forward again. He could feel the lubrication easing this second penetration. He pulled back again, and then thrust forward with more power. Shelley groaned, her fingers clutching his arms, nails almost cutting the skin. Then her hips lifted and fell back again. He knew she was opening for him, her body was responding powerfully to his penetrating organ.

He rolled over, carrying his teenage lover with him. She gazed up at him now, her body spread beneath his. He kissed her on the mouth, tongues dueling as he rode his cock into her upturned pussy. Their kiss broke and Shelley peered down between their bodies to where his thick cock was framed by her slender thighs. He looked too, marveling at the fact he was fucking a thirteen-year-old girl, a luscious young teenager with the body of a grown woman. He slid slowly into the heat until there was no room left to go deeper. He withdrew and then drove forward quickly this time. He couldn't hold back any longer. He had to fuck this beautiful creature, to release his juices in this hot, tight body. Shelley's groans mixed with the slapping sound of his belly against hers, his thighs against hers... He was getting so hot, perspiration was pouring off his body. He leaned down to suck Shelley's nipple, then kissed those offered lips. He was getting closer, a spring tightening deep within his loins. Shelley was begging with him for more, her hips bouncing off the bed and she met every thrust with one of her own. They were animals unleashing their passion with one another.

He came with an explosion that shook his entire being. Shelley's release followed only a moment later. Her fingernails were raking his back as her body heaved beneath his. He collapsed onto Shelley, his body exhausted.

He awoke sometime later, the beautiful teenager still in his arms. His wilted penis now lay on her thigh. Her breasts nuzzled against his chest, her face pressed to his neck as she softly slept. Where this was going he had no idea, but he knew he'd never had a lover like this young creature before in his life. His sister had come close, but this was the creme de la creme.

Fortunately he'd set the alarm earlier in the evening so they both woke up at 8:30. It was more than tempting to make love again but Brad was insistent that Shelley be home when her mother arrived in forty-five minutes. Of course, he helped her to dress, his hands lovingly caressing every curve of her sumptuous body before finally pulling the zipper in place. By that time his cock was once again raging and it was touch and go for a few minutes when Shelley pushed past his hands and sat on his lap, her skirt lifting to bare her lovely bottom over his naked organ. They giggled as she bounced about, the upstanding member sliding between her thighs until Brad collapsed back on the disheveled bed covers. Shelley got the message and disentangled herself from his body. They kissed in his bedroom one last time and she walked down the stairs alone, happily humming something he'd never heard before. He rolled over and went instantly to sleep, his body completely sated for the first time in a long while. He knew Shelley would be coming over again the next evening, if not earlier in the day. He needed his rest if he intended to keep up with this passionate young nymph.

Chapter 10

Brad stopped by the store next day to pick up a six-pack of beer. Lisa's bright smile greeted him when he walked through the front door. Brad stopped at the counter before heading to the cooler. Lisa looked particularly delicious today, wearing a man's white shirt open over the rather skimpy top from a bikini. Her lovely breasts poured out every side of the tiny nylon triangle centered over each nipple. He didn't imagine she left the shirt open when women were present in the store. Any wife who saw that would send her husband to the next town to go shopping.

"Hi yourself." Lisa's smile broadened. He suddenly recalled Shelley's confession last night. Those full, glistening lips had played between Shelley's slender thighs; kissing the pussy Brad had made love to the night before.

"Well, whatever you and Shelley did last night it worked like a charm. She's been happier than I've seen her in a long time." Brad felt the color rising in his neck. He was almost tempted to tell her what they'd done just to get this whole drama in the open.

"A little pizza, a little joking around. You're daughter is a very nice person." She winked.

"She's a looker too, isn't she?" Brad wondered whether the trap was being laid for him at that very moment.

"A lot like her mother, if you ask me." He winked back and turned from the counter. When he returned a moment later an older couple was entering the store. As he expected, Lisa's blouse was now discreetly closed. He checked out and said a friendly good-bye.

Chapter 11

Shelley arrived just as he was completing his studying for the day. He heard the back door bang shut and called to her from the downstairs bedroom he was using as a study. A moment later she entered looking more radiant than he'd ever seen her. Perhaps it was her hair, now piled on top of her head. Or maybe it was the fact she'd used makeup on her eyes and lips. In truth she looked quite a bit older, though no one would mistake her for other than a teenager. But looking eighteen when you're only thirteen is still quite an accomplishment. She instantly slid onto his lap and pressed her lips to his mouth. He gratefully accepted the deep, passionate kiss she offered. Their lips parted with a gasp.

"Sweetheart, slow down." Brad leaned back and gazed up into her sparkling eyes with lashes emphasized by carefully applied eyeliner and mascara. She looked like a young movie star.

"But I want you!" Her hips twitched as she used her lovely round bottom to stir his growing arousal.

"Ah, the impatience of youth." She hit him on the shoulder, a look of disapproval crossing her beautiful face.

"You're just an old fuddy duddy." He laughed.

"I promise you that before the day is over I'll give you a loving that will take your breath away. But right now I've got to clean up this mess and fix us something to eat." A smile had returned to her face.

"I think we should drive over to Henderson and eat at the drive-in there." Of course. She was dressed up to go out on the town, even if that meant only a 25-mile drive and a hamburger. He hadn't fucked a girl in the backseat of his car in a long while. Maybe today he can relive one of the joys of youth.

"That's a lovely idea. But tell me first, are you wearing panties?" She hit him again.

"You have them all." A sexy smile crossed her lips. She had left another pair of panties the night before. He laughed.

"Good, that's as it should be." He kissed her quickly then lifted her from his lap.

Brad called Lisa at the store to check with her about taking Shelley to Henderson and she said fine. Better to play it as straight as possible when the stakes are so high. But the instant they got out of town Brad slid his arm around Shelley's shoulder and pulled her close to him, his fingers sliding down to caress her firm young breast through the cotton blouse she wore. She wasn't wearing a brassiere either he discovered immediately. Needless to say she quickly slid her left hand between his thighs and began playing her fingers over the growing bulge in the front of his jeans.

Dappled light filtered through the surrounding trees moved over the windshield. Brad leaned back against the side of the car, his eyes fixed to Shelley's lips moving up and down his swollen manhood. She was kneeling in the well in front of her seat, both hands playing over his cock and balls as her lips and tongue worked their magic. She'd begged him to turn off the road after she'd finally gotten his organ out of his tight jeans. The steering wheel effectively precluded her from going down on him. He found a narrow lane and pulled off the main road, driving some distance before finding an even smaller track leading into heavy woods. It was probably a favorite with young lovers in the area, which could be a drawback if some enterprising county sheriff decided to make the world safe for moral people. But Shelley was not to be denied and his cock was throbbing in her tight fingers. Now he was getting the full treatment from this beautiful young temptress. He reached down to grasp her head in both hands. He was so close to cumming. Shelley's glazed eyes lifted to meet his and she slid her lips off his throbbing penis.

"Sweetheart, I'm getting so close." She smiled, her tongue playing lasciviously across her lips. She pressed them over his slick organ again. Her tongue busily slithered down the underside, and then came up to swirl around the sensitive rim. She seemed to be telling him it was okay if he came in her mouth, that she wanted him to do so. Her eyes held his as her lips moved, her tongue slithered, her mouth steadily sucking. He groaned, his fingers clutching her shoulder, his cock suddenly exploding.

"Aggh!!" His hips bucked off the seat as wave after wave of release swept through him, his cock squirting into the waiting mouth. He could feel Shelley' swallowing, could see her lips moving as she took all his cum. His body slowly unwound, though his organ continued to twitch against Shelley's softly massaging tongue. After many delicious minutes he reached down to grasp her under her arms and gently lifted her. She eased over his partially prone body, her slick lips pressing into his in a deep kiss. He tasted his cum on her tongue and once again marveled at what an incredible lover she was.

Henderson was the county seat, a busy little town serving the surrounding area. Brad was surprised to see so many scantily clad teenagers on the street, then reminded himself it was summer vacation and there were many vacation homes in the area. These were probably city kids not unlike himself, visiting with their families for the summer. This bustling town was probably the best action around for these often-jaded youngsters who found a summer in the country boring rather than refreshing.

They quickly found the drive-in, which Brad vaguely recalled from previous visits and pulled in. A very lovely teenager walked to their car and Brad couldn't help but appreciate the well-defined curves of her young body. His adventure with Shelley had stirred his juices and sharpened his eye for these sweet young things. He could feel Shelley leaning closer to him as the girl approached. Brad turned toward the young waitress who leaned over to take their order, the move offering him an unimpeded view of her ample breasts. He instinctively lowered his eyes before realizing he was staring. The girl smiled at him and waited.

After they'd ordered he felt the sharp jab of Shelley's elbow in his ribs and turned in her direction.

"I saw you checking out her boobs." Brad smiled sheepishly, surprised at his own reaction.

"But they were nice boobs." She jabbed him again, then slid away from him. The expression on her face told him she didn't appreciate his sense of humor. He reached out and took her hand.

"I'm sorry Shelley. You've just got me so turned on all the time, I've got sex on my mind twenty-four hours a day." She turned to gaze into his eyes, a small smile crossing her lips.

"I like that part. I just don't want to share it with any little slut." Brad leaned over and kissed her one the cheek.

"Even if the three of us were in bed together?" He whispered in her ear, tongue darting out to penetrate the tiny opening. Shelley shivered, then leaned away from him.

"You've got to be kidding." He leaned back and peered over at her. In all honesty he hadn't thought before of a threesome. His mind wandered back to those shocking days of discovery, of daring excitement.

He and Christine had been making out with one another for a couple of months, gradually taking more and more risks. Christine's lovely young body continued to mature and Brad felt very fortunate to share these passionate moments with his sister. By the end of their second month of fooling around his rigid cock had finally found its way into his sister's tight pussy and after a couple of frantic thrusts had broken her cherry. After that they fucked one another as often as they could, sometimes in his bed, sometimes in hers, sometimes in the family room on the sofa, once in the garage. Christine had convinced their mother she should be on birth control pills, which made Brad wonder whether she might not know about what her children were doing together. Of course, he was still sharing his mother's bed on occasion, accepting her loving attention, which had evolved into a full blown sexual relationship.

"Ooo, baby! Push that beautiful thing in me!" He rode between his mother's thighs, staring along the length of her luscious naked body to his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She kept telling him as she licked his cock and balls that it was her careful attention that was making his organ grow so big. He knew from seeing other boys in the locker room that his cock was larger than average, but he could only take his mother's word when she told him he was hung like a horse. She certainly loved it when he slid his penis into her waiting body. He hunched forward, driving his member into her, closing his eyes to suddenly find Christine's face, Christine's body so like his mother's before him. He opened his eyes. His mother's hands were cupping his bottom, pulling him deeper into the wet heat. Suddenly he was cumming, a loud groan rising from his throat, quickly met by his mother's high pitched keen.

The night their mother walked into Brad's bedroom to find the two of them naked in one another's arms was the real beginning of their family adventure. Christine's fingers were playing along the length of his cock as he sucked her swollen breasts. They were aware of their mother's presence only when the mattress shifted with her weight as she sat next to them. Fingers stopped, lips released and two faces turned in the dim nighttime light from the open window to find their beautiful mother gazing down at them.

"How lovely you both look, naked like that." She reached out, caressing Christine's thighs, then reaching across to do the same to him. Brad saw she was wearing a silk negligee he'd taken off on more than one occasion. Her hand slid along his thigh until the familiar fingers were grasping his still swollen organ.

"I see your sister has discovered your delightful plaything." She stroked him gently, leaning across his sister's body to do so. Then her fingers released his penis and slid across Christine's belly until they were spreading over one of her sweet breasts.

Brad glanced toward at his sister, fully expecting to see shock in her face. To his surprise he found his sister smiling as she watched their mother's fingers caressing her breasts. The crazy thought suddenly crossed his mind that his mother might have been bringing Christine into her bed too!

"Now my family is all together at last." He watched in disbelief as his mother leaned down and sucked Christine's nipple between her lips, the same nipple he'd been licking just minutes before. His cock surged and a moment later Christine's fingers were once again touching him. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Their mother was sliding up behind Christine and their menage a trois began in earnest. It didn't take long for Sally's negligee to fall to the floor and for the three naked bodies to begin writhing together, hands and mouths busily exploring wonderful places. It soon became clear his single bed would not permit the freedom to really explore the possibilities so they retired to their mother's king sized bed, empty that night as so often by their father's absence. They made love together in different combinations through the entire night.

"What are you talking about?" Brad suddenly realized he'd lost track of where he was. He turned to face Shelley and smiled.

"I'm sorry. I guess I slipped into a daydream or something. Forget what I said, it was just a silly idea."

"I shouldn't have told you about my mom." Shelley's face was suddenly grim.

"What make's you say that?" He reached over and took her hand again. He'd seen this expression before and knew she was struggling with telling him something.

"Well." Her voice trailed off, and then she lifted her eyes to meet his. "I think my mom wants for that to happen." Brad tried to understand what she was saying but his mind was still overloaded with images from his teen years.

"I'm confused."

"What you were just talking about. You said a threesome?" Suddenly it all came clear to him. Lisa in the store in that skimpy bikini top, offering him a view of her lush body. She had the hots for him and was using her daughter to get him in bed. And not alone, but with her daughter present as well. He had to admit the idea was intriguing.

At just that moment their order arrived and conversation came to an end. They ate in silence.

Chapter 12

On the drive home the subject came up again.

"So how did you and your mom get together anyway?" He tried to be casual though the subject was so obviously highly charged. Shelley was nestled against him once again, her head resting on his shoulder, her hand resting on the inside of his thigh. "It was after my dad left. Mom was a wreck for a long time...."

Lisa was barely able to go to work after that violent encounter. But she had to keep making money or she knew her family would be thrown out of their trailer. She'd drag home late at night, crawling into bed alone. Shelley saw what was happening and in some way felt responsible. She'd come to enjoy what she was doing with her father and her mother's rage seemed directed at her as well as her father. For a long while they didn't talk about what had happened. But finally Shelley felt she needed to comfort her mother, who was having such a hard time...

Shelley heard her mother come in that night and waited until she knew her mother was settled in her own room. She slipped out of bed, walking silently through the darkened hallway and into the room her mother and father had shared. Shelley was suddenly glad she'd never done anything with her father in that room. It would have made it too hard now. She saw her mother lying on the bed. She'd taken off her work clothes and was wearing only a brassiere and panties. Shelley sat at the edge of the bed and lay down next to her. Her mother turned to face her. Without a word she extended her arm, offering Shelley an invitation to come closer. She did so, sliding across the rumpled bed covers until she was snuggled against her mother's warm body.

"I'm not mad at you sweetheart." Shelley felt her mother's fingers gently in her hair. She turned and snuggled closer, her hand sliding across her mother's bare belly and pulling herself against the familiar smelling body. Her face rested on her mother's chest and she could hear her heartbeat. Her mother's ample breasts cradled in a low-cut brassiere were only inches away.

"And I understand that what you were doing with your father must have felt nice. It felt good when my daddy touched me like that too." Shelley was surprised to hear her mother's confession but comforted by it as well.

"Sometimes we need to be touched by another person." Shelley remembered her father's fingers playing along the inside of her thigh, the anticipation she felt, knowing those fingers would soon touch the sensitive places where her thighs came together. Then for the first time she thought of her mother as another woman. She wondered whether her father touched her mother like that. She snuggled closer, allowing her hips to press against her mother's thigh. She knew she was getting excited by these thoughts, by her mother's words.

Her mother's fingers were moving down her back now and she felt her mother turn slightly toward her, a move that brought her mother's full breasts into contact with her own smaller bosom. Her mother's heart was beating faster now and Shelley wondered whether her mother might be feeling excited as well.

"You've certainly been growing up sweetheart." Her mother's free hand was now on her bare arm, raising goose bumps as the fingers slid up; easing under the sleeve of the oversized tee shirt she slept in.

"I don't blame your daddy for finding you attractive." Her mother's thigh slid between her legs and Shelley found herself rolling on her back, legs spreading apart. Her mother was now on her side, her arm resting on Shelley's breasts. The hand that had been on her arm began sliding over her chest, the fingers brushing across her nipples, and then gently spreading over one breast.

"I had breasts like yours when I was twelve. My daddy couldn't keep his hands off them." Shelley was getting more excited, the words and fingers a potent elixir that touched her deeply. Suddenly her mother leaned down and pressed her lips over one nipple, tongue quickly teasing the hard nub through the thin cotton, which turned wet with her saliva.

The fingers that had been cupping her breast were now trailing down her belly. Somehow Shelley knew the magic caress she longed for from her father was about to be bestowed by her mother. The fingers slid effortlessly into her cotton panties. Her hips lifted off the bed in anticipation, her pelvis turning to open her genitals to the touch. Then fingertips were on her clitoris, flipping from side to side in the most delicious way. Her body responded instantly, hips shuddering, a moan rising in her throat. Suddenly the mouth that had been kissing her nipple was covering her own lips. She tasted her mother's lipstick as that first, tentative kiss deepened. Her moans were now stifled by the tongue sliding into her mouth. The taste of whiskey on her mother's breath was so familiar, as was the feeling of lips and tongue playing with her mouth. The only thing missing was the cock she longed to suck. But fingers were between her thighs and her body was on fire with excitement. She spun off into that world she'd come to love, her body singing a song of joy. Her orgasm exploded, her body surging toward the insistent fingers as wave followed wave. She moaned, her head falling back at last, her body completely exhausted in her mother's warm embrace.

Brad's cock throbbed in his jeans as he listened to Shelley's story of seduction. Something told him it was inevitable that mother and daughter would be in his bed before long. He remembered watching his mother make love with Christine, how sensual it was when two women played their lips and tongues over one another's bodies. Lisa was gorgeous and her daughter incredibly desirable. Watching them together would almost certainly blow his circuits. He could hardly wait.

Brad walked from the bathroom and found Shelley lying naked on his bed. She was on her stomach, face turned toward the open window and the large oak tree that cast its shadow eternally on that side of the house. Her left leg was pulled up slightly, bent at the knee. His eyes caressed the perfection of her round bottom, his body responding instantly as he contemplated what lay ahead for him. It was still only a little past six. They had three hours before Shelley needed to be home and he'd promised her a special loving today. He pulled the damp towel from his waist and walked silently toward the bed, eyes fixed on his teen lover's beautiful naked form spread before him on his bed. His cock was already lifting from his loins.

He leaned down and pressed his mouth to her firm bottom. She started for an instant but then relaxed as his lips played over the round, firm cheeks. Kneeling on the bed he pressed his mouth between the cheeks, his tongue dragging along the crevice. He teased the tight opening of her sweet young ass, then dipped lower until his tongue entered her pussy from behind. Shelley's narrow hips lifted off the bed toward his mouth. His fingers moved over her bottom, then up to her hips. He grasped her slender waist and pulled her back against his mouth, again sliding his tongue between her cheeks. She groaned, hands reaching out to clutch the bed covers. No one had ever kissed her like this before; he had no doubt about that. One hand slid around beneath her thigh so his finger could stimulate her clitoris as his tongue darted in and out of her ass. Her groans were getting louder. He stopped for a moment, and then plunged forward with his stiff tongue again. Her body retreated from him as though the sensations were too intense. He leaned back, straddling her legs before dipping his knees so the tip of her throbbing cock slid between her thighs, then up along the crevice between her cheeks. He knew he wouldn't fuck her in the ass, but the game was fun anyway. Her groans were muffled by the pillow beneath her face. He retreated again, this time taking hold of her thigh and inviting her to roll over. She did. Shelley's beautiful face came into view. He saw the wild expression in her eyes and knew he'd touched a chord within her. Perhaps not tonight, but soon he would fuck that sweet little ass. He moved across the mattress on his knees, positioning his cock in front of Shelley's pouting lips. She smiled and extended her tongue, leaning forward to slide her lips over the bulging crown of his cock, her eyes lifting to return his gaze. She loved to suck him as much as he loved being sucked. His fingers slithered between Shelley's thighs and began teasing her clitoris. He wanted her wet and ready when he slid his cock into her waiting pussy. After a few delicious moments of tender loving by that talented mouth he was ready. He slid between her thighs, his heavy cock swinging from his loins, the tip nudging into the puffy folds of flesh. Two sets of eyes stared at the thick organ relentlessly probing. Neither of them reached down to take hold of the instrument, trusting his ardor, her readiness to receive him. Then the lips spread for him and he felt his cock ease into the tight opening. This time there was no hesitation. He pressed forward, sliding inch by inch into the moist heat. Her hips turned toward his as she offered herself to him. He rushed forward, leaning down to kiss those beautiful lips, to feel those up thrust breasts against his chest. Their hips drove together, each giving and taking with abandon. Their bodies slapped together. His fingers slid under her bottom and cupped Shelley's tight, round cheeks, pulling her pussy toward his plunging cock. He leaned back, pulling her with him. Suddenly they were sitting facing one another, his cock buried in her pussy, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms locked around his neck. He lifted his hips and pulled her closer. He could tell from the expression on her face that Shelley was transported to another world. His long, thick cock was buried in her tight body, throbbing as he flexed his internal muscles. Her first orgasm came a moment later, followed by a second, then a third. He leaned down and sucked on her nipples, first one, then the other. He jerked his hips upward and another orgasm shook her body. His thumb was between her thighs stimulating her clitoris, his cock buried in her pulsing pussy. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth contorted, tears forming in her eyes. He slowly released her clitoris. It was enough. With a sudden lunge he came, his cock spraying its hot juice into this beautiful teenager's pussy.

They lay in one another's arms for nearly an hour without speaking. This was lovemaking like it was meant to be he mused. His mother had been a wonderful teacher and his sister a great study partner. And now this creature to share this joy with.

Chapter 13

Brad was less than shocked by Lisa's telephone call the next morning. He'd expected she would do something to move this seduction game along. He greeted her warmly, intrigued by the prospect of sharing a bed with Shelley and her mother.

"I want to thank you for taking such good care of my daughter."

"Your welcome, it was hardly a burden."

"Well, no matter. I'd love to invite you for dinner tonight to show my appreciation." He smiled to himself.

"Thank you. That would be lovely."

"Six o'clock?"

"I'll be there."

Shelley didn't appear that day, which was at once a disappointment and a relief. It was impossible for him to keep his hands off her firm young body, yet the last couple of days had sated the urgency of his sexual desire. A day to relax and rejuvenate himself seemed essential, especially with the possibilities that lay ahead this evening.

"Hi!" Shelley swung the door of the trailer open, leaning over to kiss his cheek as he stepped through the narrow door. His arm brushed against her firm breasts, which seemed unencumbered in the familiar turtleneck sweater. He sensed it was beginning already.

Lisa came out of the kitchen. Brad had never seen her looking lovelier. Her long hair was piled loosely on her head, her face for the first time made-up. She was wearing a tight sweater that stretched over her remarkably full breasts. Brad lifted his eyes and met Lisa's steady gaze and warm smile.

"Welcome to our humble home." She walked up to him and kissed his cheek. Once again he felt firm breasts touching him, this time brushing the hand holding a bottle of wine. He felt his body stirring. He lifted the bottle of wine and offered it to her as she stepped back.

"Hope this is okay?"

"Wonderful, thank you."

Brad sat at the kitchen table watching Lisa and Shelley put the finishing touches on their meal. He could feel the sexual charge in the small room as daughter stepped past mother, hips brushing together, hands touching arms, gentle laughing and girlish giggling. Shelley glanced over at him from time to time, once blowing him a kiss. His face flushed. His eyes caressed both of their curvaceous bodies, appreciating Lisa's lushness, contrasted with her young daughter's slender curvaceousness. Finally they were seated at the table, enjoying a hearty meal that was improved by the inexpensive bottle of wine he'd brought. Shelley sipped wine with them, though not nearly as much as Brad and her mother. They had a wonderful conversation with much laughing. Brad recalled Shelley's story about going down on her father in another kitchen probably not much different from this one. Had her father been sitting on this particular chair? He gazed over at her as she lifted her wine glass to those full lips that had played up and down his own penis the day before. His organ swelled in his jeans. This was going to be an exciting evening.

They retired to the living room after dishes had been stacked in the sink. Lisa offered him some brandy but he declined. He wanted to keep himself sharp, his body alert and ready. He settled on the sofa, wondering who would join him. It turned out both women, younger and older sat down. Lisa settled on the far end and Shelley eased her body between the two adults. He turned slightly, his knee pressing into Shelley's firm thigh. She was wearing those form fitting jeans again. Shelley turned her face, leaning into her mother, whose arm was extended across the back of the sofa. The arm slid down to embrace her daughter. The room was suddenly silent. Brad wondered what would happen next. Then Shelley's fingers reached out and took his hand. Lisa's eyes followed the move, a smile lifting her lips.

"So tell me about yourself Brad."

Brad started talking, only half occupied with the story he told about his family, his father's death, then his mother's. He mentioned his sister whom Lisa had known years before. He spoke briefly about attending college. But his eyes were focused on Lisa's hand moving along her daughter's arm, rising, then lowering, tips extended, just brushing the bulging side of Shelley's breast each time they rose and fell. He was certain there was no accident to the suggestive caress that in fact it was for his benefit, for his arousal. Shelley's eyes told him she was getting turned on by the presence of two of her lover's so close, her mother, this young man who had played her body like the fine instrument it was. Then he met Lisa's eyes and saw a similar fire. Her eyes left his and moved down to where he knew lay a prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. He'd been getting more and more turned on as he watched Lisa's fingers casually brushing against her daughter's breast.

Lisa leaned down and whispered something in Shelley's ear. He saw her smile, though he couldn't make out what had been said. But Shelley's fingers released his hand and without warning reached out to caress his erection through the faded denim. He groaned, his eyes quickly finding Lisa's gaze. So it began at last.

Lisa's fingers released Shelley's arm and spread over her daughter's breast, gently squeezing the full mound through the form-fitting sweater. Shelley leaned back, turning her face toward her mother. Brad watched intently as Lisa lowered her mouth to her daughter's raised lips. Mother and daughter kissed passionately, lips quickly parting, tongues dancing together. Shelley's fingers were stroking his cock, not wanting to leave him out. Brad slid his hand between Shelley's thighs, his fingers cupping the prominent mound. Her legs fell apart to accommodate his caress. Things were escalating quickly.

The kiss broke and Shelley's eyes opened to meet Brad's gaze. Then Lisa was peering at him, both her hands now filled with sweet, young breasts.

"My daughter tells me you're quite the lover." Brad's face flushed, though why he should be embarrassed he did not know. Here he was touching this woman's daughter between her parted legs as Lisa openly caressed her breasts, talking about fucking. This was time for action, not words. Brad pushed himself off the sofa, standing awkwardly, then moving around outstretched legs toward the other end. His fingers unzipped his jeans and reached in to extricate his rigid organ. Both Lisa and Shelley were following the movement of his fingers, the daughter smiling when the thick member slid into view. Brad stepped to the end of the sofa, the tip of his cock poised in front of Lisa's uplifted face. She returned his gaze for a moment, and then lowered her eyes to the penis being offered to her. Her tongue darted out to touch the swollen crown, lips parting to slide over the purple skin. Brad watched lips and tongue begin their dance on his throbbing organ. As he'd expected, she was every bit as expert in her efforts as her daughter had been. His knees locked as he leaned into the moving lips.

Shelley was stripping her turtleneck off, then undoing her jeans. A moment later she was lying naked on the sofa, legs spreading, her fingers playing across her genitals as she watched her mother suck Brad's cock. He wondered whether she was preparing herself for him, hungering for the cock that had pummeled her body the day before, giving her such intense orgasms... He withdrew his saliva-drenched organ from Lisa's mouth, quickly leaning over to kiss those expert lips and take that devilish tongue into his mouth. Reaching down his fingers spread over one firm breast, the oversized mound dwarfing the palm of his hand. He wanted to get this woman's clothes off so he could see her magnificent body! Lisa seemed to read his mind because a moment later she was pulling her sweater off. Unlike her daughter she was not naked beneath the tight garment. Her round, full breasts were cradled in a surprisingly delicate low-cut brassiere, the edge of her brown nipples just visible at the lace trim of each cup. Brad slid his fingers into one cup gently lifting the full mound free, marveling at how endowed she was. No wonder her husband had been jealous. There was not a man in the world that wouldn't hunger for these breasts. His thumb and forefingers gently twisted the nipple before finally releasing it. Lisa, in the meantime was undoing her jeans and struggling to push them down. Finally she stood up, her hands succeeding in getting the tight garment over her round hips and down her slender thighs. Her bikini panties matched the brassiere in both color and brevity. Brad stepped close, pulling those lush curves against his body. Lisa's fingers were on his belt and a moment later his jeans were being stripped off. Then his shirt joined the growing heap of clothes in the middle of the small room. Shelley reached up to undo her mother's brassiere, which Brad delicately lifted from the huge breasts, which quickly filled both his waiting hands. They were kissing again, only this time his cock was sliding between Lisa's thighs, pressing into the silk triangle covering the woman's genitals. She may be ten years older than he was, but she was one of the most desirable women he'd ever made love with, her lushness reminding him of his very sexy mother.

The decision to retire to Lisa's bedroom was made wordlessly. The bed was without a spread and the small lamps on adjacent tables were already turned on as though the setting had been prepared well in advance of his arrival. He'd known this evening would end with them naked on a bed and obviously Lisa had had the same clear vision. He found himself lying between this mother and daughter instantly recalling that first night with his mother and Christine. He marveled at his good fortune.

His cock rode in and out of Lisa's pussy, his hands grasping her hips to pull her back against his pumping loins. Every so often he felt the delightful tickle of Shelley's tongue as the teenage temptress who lay beneath Lisa's kneeling body, licked her mother's pussy. He'd never experienced anything like this before. He reached around to cup Lisa's oversized breasts that shuddered with each powerful stroke of his insatiable cock. He'd already cum once in Lisa's mouth so the next orgasm would not come so easily. Lisa's groans told him she was getting close. Perhaps he'd get to deposit his next load of cum in Shelley's tight pussy. Then he wondered about that sweet little ass. Would tonight be the night? Lisa's scream was muffled by her daughter's genitals as mother feverishly licked daughter's upturned pussy. This was something else!

Chapter 14

Brad finally returned home late the next morning, his body weary beyond belief... Shelley and her mother had been insatiable. When his organ finally refused their fervent efforts to rekindle desire, they turned to one another for one last fling. He laid back against the pillows watching in awe as they made love in the classic sixty-nine position, slender daughter lying atop her voluptuous mother, heads bobbing, hips surging, legs shifting as mouths worked their magic. Screams muffled by wet genitals announced the end of their efforts and both women curled up next to Brad before all three finally fell asleep. In the morning he experienced one last orgasm as mother and daughter alternatively and jointly serviced his throbbing cock with their lips and tongues. This time it was Shelley's turn to take his cum with all the enthusiasm he'd come to expect from this gorgeous teenager. At home he collapsed in bed and fell asleep again.

He had a quiet evening, something he very much needed. Lisa and Shelley had left mid-afternoon for a brief visit to her sister and wouldn't be back until the following day. Since Christine was coming early the next morning, Brad needed some time to himself to prepare her room and clean up the house a bit. He'd been so involved with Shelley over the past few days that things had pretty much gotten out of control.

He was raking in the back yard when he heard a car pull into the driveway. Walking around the side of the house he saw Christine's red convertible sports car, the top down, his sister's abundant auburn hair visible through the windscreen. He sauntered toward the driveway, reaching the side of her car as it came to rest. His sister looked ravishing, a serenity on her face that had been missing a year ago when they laid their mother to rest. That was the last time they'd seen one another. Christine peered up at him, and then realized she was wearing sunglasses, which she quickly removed. Her deep-set eyes sparkled and a lovely smiled crossed her lips as she greeted him.

"Hi big brother!" He opened the door, his eyes unable to forego the opportunity to appreciate his sister's wonderful bosom filling the silk blouse she wore. The top three buttons were free and gazing down he was given a delicious view of the deep cleavage offered by the low-cut brassiere whose lace-trimmed cups were just visible.

"Welcome." He extended his hand and helped her out, noting her skirt sliding up her tanned thighs as she swung her legs out of the low-slung car. Then they were in one another's arms, Christine's lips quickly finding his cheek for a moist kiss. It had been four years since last they made love with one another but there was something definitely sexual in their embrace, about the familiar feel of her full breasts against his chest. He finally stepped back and their eyes held one another.

"You've gotten a tan. Your lakeside retreat seems to agree with you." He nodded. When they'd divided their mother's estate Christine opted for the city home while Brad was pleased to get the home at the lake.

"Yeah, its great to be out here in the wilderness." She turned to gaze toward the lake, her fingers still clutching his hand. He'd been the one who ended their sexual relationship though her departure for college four years ago made the break easier for them both. Although they saw each other most holidays when both came home to visit their mother, their intimate history gradually slipped from awareness. Of course, during the pain of their mother's illness and death there were moments when they turned to one another for support. On one occasion the old sexual juices began to flow, but there was something unseemly about jumping into bed when everyone around them was grieving so intensely. So that brief episode passed and Christine returned to her private liberal arts college to finish her degree. Over the past year they corresponded with one another and decided at Christmas, which they didn't share for the first time, that when Christine finished school she'd come to the lake for an extended visit. Brad hadn't been thinking about renewing their sexual relationship, though now in her presence and with his recent experiences with Shelley and Lisa, the thought stood in the center of his awareness. He gazed over at her, amazed at how beautiful she was. Twenty-one years old, her life ahead of her. She'd inherited her father's dark coloring and her mother's voluptuous body. What an exciting combination he mused.

"I'll get your bags for you."

"Thanks, here's the key."

Brad put her bags in her old bedroom on the second floor. When they were children he'd used the downstairs bedroom now serving as a study and she'd slept upstairs next to their parent's bedroom. Now they'd be right down the hall from one another, sharing the same bathroom. He skipped down the stairs and found her at the picture window overlooking the lake.

"I'd forgotten how beautiful this place is." Brad stepped beside her, his arm slipping around her back, fingers coming to rest on the round curve of her waist where it swelled out to her womanly hip. "I'd forgotten how beautiful you are." He pulled her against his side, his gaze moving from the lake to peer down at her. She kept her eyes on the view but a smile slowly formed on her full lips.

"You sure know how to flatter a girl." Her own arm lifted to his waist as her eyes swung up to meet his. "You're looking pretty delectable yourself." Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. Brad leaned down and touched his lips to his sister's mouth, then withdrew.

"It feels like old times."

"I was thinking the same thing. It has been a long time, hasn't it?" She turned to face him, her full breasts nestling against his chest, her loins meeting his growing arousal.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" His hands slid down his fingers caressing the roundness of his sister's firm bottom.

"I think we'd better talk about a few things before we go anywhere." He released his caress and leaned back to peer into his sister's deep-set eyes.

"That sounds serious." She smiled.

"Nothing too serious, but it is important."

"Okay, let's talk."

They settled on the sofa facing the picture window and turned toward one another. Although they'd been corresponding regularly, they seldom talked on the telephone. Getting into the rhythm of conversation took a couple of minutes. Christine talked about her last year at school, then a bit about her plans for next year, which included an extended trip to Europe. Their father had done extremely well in his business before he suddenly died, though it wasn't until the reading of their mother's will that they understood exactly how wealthy they'd both become upon her death. They continued with their lives as usual, despite the fact neither of them would ever need to work again if they chose not to. Now that Christine was finished with school she wanted to take a break.

"I'm not going alone." Brad's eyes widened. He didn't know anything about this person who apparently would be joining his sister on her journey. He waited, watching her eyes move from the window to him and then away again. She seemed uncomfortable telling him. He wondered whether she'd found a man to whom she was prepared to make a commitment that would end once and for all their special relationship.

"Her name is Erica." Christine peered over at him as though waiting for a reaction. Brad tried to discern what she was saying. He continued to wait, wondering what she expected of him.

"So, you're going to take a trip with a friend named Erica." He paused for a moment before continuing. "So what's the big deal her sis?" She averted her eyes again before continuing.

"She's more than a friend." Suddenly it struck him what Christine was telling him.

"Oh, I see." Her eyes found his again and he thought he registered fear in them. He recalled those nights when he'd watched his mother making love with his sister, marveling at Christine's excitement as Sally licked between her parted legs. She loved it when he slid his penis into her upturned pussy but she loved with equal intensity those intimate kisses her mother offered.

"Christine I'm happy for you if you've found someone special in your life." He reached over and took her hand in his. She smiled shyly, a deep sigh escaping her lips.

"I'm glad. You'll love her, I just know it!" He wondered when he might meet this stranger who'd entered his life so suddenly.

"Just one question sis." She waited for him, her eyes still fixed on his. "Are you swinging only one way now, or is there room in your life for a horny brother whose dying to get his hands on your luscious body?" Christine laughed, her fingers slipping free from his and spreading over the bulge in the front of his jeans.

"I told Erica I'd give up every man in the world except one." Her eyes gazed up at his as she let her words sink in. "My brother." His organ quickly responded to the subtle caress of those knowing fingers.

"Good!"

They didn't make it upstairs. Christine's fingers quickly found his zipper and before another word was spoken she'd retrieved his swollen organ. He lay back watching his sister use those luscious lips and talented tongue to pleasure him. From what she'd said about her commitment to her new lover Erica, he guessed she hadn't sucked a man's cock in some time, but she clearly hadn't lost the knack of doing it. Her eyes gazed up at him as her tongue played along the underside of his cock, which appeared and then disappeared again between pouting lips. He reached down, his fingers spreading over one full breast, gently squeezing the firm mound through the silk. Christine lifted her mouth, releasing her hold on the base of his organ to use both hands to quickly undo the remaining buttons and pull the blouse free from her skirt. She shrugged the garment off her shoulders, and then reapplied her lips to the glistening crown of his throbbing organ. This was an extension of that first game, a look at her breasts in exchange for a look at his penis. His eyes caressed the familiar breasts offered so elegantly in the delicate brassiere, which cradled little more than the underside of each prominent mound. Then his gaze returned to his sister's mouth. He was getting really aroused and knew if she didn't stop soon he'd cum. He reached down to still her bobbing head. Her eyes lifted to his once again as she drew her head back, the crown of his cock laying on her lower lip as her tongue fluttered at the sensitive flesh circling the purple head. Her hand continued pumping his cock and she clamped her upper lip down as she sucked. Then her lips parted again and he watched her tongue repeat that excruciating caress. Finally her mouth withdrew completely.

"I'd love it if you came in my mouth big brother. I miss your cum." Her eyes were intense, her fingers rhythmically squeezing the base of his cock as she spoke. He recalled how much she loved it when he came in her mouth, never hesitating to swallow his cum. He smiled, licking his lips as she was doing that very moment. His hips jerked off the sofa and he knew how close he was. He shook his head slowly up and down, a signal that prompted a smile on Christine's moist lips. She leaned closer, soft lips splaying across the crown of his cock as she sucked his member into her mouth again. That devilish tongue went instantly to work as did her pumping fingers. He groaned, his hands clutching her shoulders, eyes focused on his cock sliding between her moving lips.

"Oh god, yes. Aghh!" His cock exploded, cum splattering against the roof of his sister's sucking mouth. She continued to stroke his organ as though milking every drop of hot juice from his being. Wave after wave of sensations rippled through his being. His hips shuddered, and then finally relaxed as the last wave passed. Christine tipped her head back, strings of cum extending from the tip of his cock to her wet tongue. She lasciviously licked the crown and swallowed one last time.

"God, you're really something!" She smiled as he spoke, slowly unfolding herself from her kneeling position and lying on top of his prone body. Their lips met in a deep, cum laden kiss. He suddenly recalled a similar kiss with Shelley followed by an image of Shelley making love with her mother. Shelley and Christine in the same bed? Now that was definitely a wicked idea!

Christine lay in his arms for some time, her warm body pressing along the length of his own. He could feel her lips on his neck, her hips shifting over his naked loins as she waited patiently for her turn. Brad's body gradually reawakened. His hands slid around to cup his sister's bottom, squeezing the tight round cheeks. She raised her face from his shoulder and gazed into his eyes, a smile slowly forming on her lips. Leaning down she kissed him, lips melting over his before parting to offer him her tongue. It was a slow, languorous kiss of the sort they'd practiced for hours as teenagers, spiced as always by his cock rising between her thighs. He pulled her skirt up as she raised her body slightly from his. When she settled again the tip of his organ slid against the silk panties covering her genitals. Her lips lifted from his mouth and she moved her body higher on his torso, wiggling her hips to nudge his cock against her hungry pussy. Her almost bare breasts were in front of his face, the distended nipples visible through translucent nylon cups. He leaned forward and sucked one nipple between his lips, tongue lashing against the nylon, soaking it with saliva. At the same time his fingers were pulling his sister's panties to one side. She hunched down her hips, shifting from side to side as she sought the rigid member that had filled her mouth only a short while ago. He could feel the soft folds of flesh parting, spreading over his organ as it wedged into the tight opening. Then he felt himself being sucked into the heat, the tightness. His sister's head leaned back, her eyes wide with passion, a groan rising in her throat. He lifted his hands to cup her breasts, squeezing the heavy mounds as fingertips teased aroused nipples. Her hips pressed downward, pussy engulfing his cock inch by inch.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Christine shuddered as his cock slid home. Her hips twitched, shifting forward, then back. The tip of his organ was exploring the depths of her pussy as she rode him. Then her hips withdrew, pausing with only the crown held in the moist grip. With a scream she drove herself down onto his organ again in what became the first of a series of orgasms that shook her being. He took hold of her hips, guiding them through the rough jolts of each orgasm. He'd lost count by the time she finally collapsed against him. His rigid cock was still gripped by his sister's pussy, waiting for his next release.

He spat in the palm of his hand, smearing the natural lubricant over the tip of his cock before guiding it between his sister's round cheeks. They'd discovered this most forbidden of fruits late in their sexual odyssey but quickly learned the intense power unleashed by transgressing into this nether region. He stared down as her beautiful bottom spread beneath him, her slender thighs framing either side of his hard member. She groaned as the tip wedged into the tight circle. He'd whispered in her ear after she'd slept for a while, asking if he could fuck her sweet little ass. Her answer was to strip off her panties and lift her skirt. He slid off the sofa, kneeling on the rough carpet as he positioned himself between her legs. And now he was fucking her, fucking his sister in the ass! His belly slapped against her bottom, riding the bucking body beneath him. The room filled with their mingled groans. Christine's fingers clutched the edge of sofa cushions, her body writhing on the dark green leather. Brad's fingers held her waist, pulling her upturned ass toward his plunging cock. Then he was exploding again! He reached around his sister's waist, fingers finding her clitoris to help her over this edge of release. She instantly came, her body shuddering beneath his, the muscles in her anus squeezing the last drops of cum from his pulsing cock. He collapsed on her back, his chest heaving from the exertion, his hands sliding up to hold his sister's breasts.

They took a shower together, playfully teasing one another sexually. Fortunately there was a large water heater that kept them amply supplied during their leisurely play. Afterwards they retired to her bed where they talked for hours. Somewhere in the conversation Christine mentioned that Erica would be coming up the following weekend to meet Brad. That gave them five days together before he would have to share his sister with her lesbian lover. Of course, he might want to introduce Christine to Shelley and there was no telling where that might lead.

Chapter 15

Christine was putting the finishing touches on the meal she was preparing when they heard the knock on the back door. Brad pushed himself away from the kitchen chair and opened the door, finding Shelley standing there with a bottle of wine in her fist. She smiled and peered over his shoulder toward the very attractive brunette standing at the counter facing her.

"Hi." Brad returned her smile and stepped aside for her to enter. He could feel the two women sizing one another up. Shelley had dressed for the occasion and looked well beyond her thirteen years with her hair piled atop her head and her face carefully made up. She was wearing the spaghetti strapped sundress again, an outfit that showed off her mature figure.

"Shelley, I'd like you to meet my sister Christine. Christine, this is our neighbor Shelley." Christine walked toward them, her fingers clutching the towel with which she was drying her wet hands.

"Nice to meet you Shelley. I'm afraid my brother didn't mention he had such a lovely young woman living next door." Shelley blushed.

"My mom wanted me to bring this bottle of wine over." Brad smiled to himself at the civility of this encounter between two women who were both his lovers, neither of who knew about his sexual relationship with the other. He wondered whether he should burst the balloon then decided to let things unfold.

"We're just about to sit down for dinner. Would you care to join us?" His eyes moved from Christine to Shelley. They were both beautiful, each in their own way. Christine was dark and voluptuous while Shelley was blonde and slender. They both had lush, full lips that played havoc with his aroused organ, which at that very moment was filling out in the front of his jeans.

"Thank you. I need to call my mom at the store to make sure it's okay."

"Good, give her a call."

He couldn't help but remember the meal he'd shared a few days ago with Shelley and her mother. The sexual charge had been palpable and the evening ended with the three of them in bed. He wondered whether the same thing was going to happen tonight, though he wasn't certain he could muster the strength for another all night orgy after his day of passionate play with his sister.

It didn't take Christine long to figure out what was happening between her brother and this teenage femme fatale. She wasn't certain how old Shelley was in truth but she guessed the girl was jail-bait. But she certainly didn't blame her brother for desiring this delicious creature. Christine hadn't been with Erica for a couple of weeks and she missed those long evenings of passionate lovemaking with another woman. There was no doubt in her mind that Shelley was good in enough to eat.

Brad observed the two women sharing this lovely meal with him. He saw Christine's eyes caressing Shelley's lovely face, then falling to her well-formed breasts filling the tight bodice of her dress. He could almost hear his sister's voice expressing her desire for this sexy teen. Shelley was disarmingly herself, bubbling as she answered Christine's questions. Perhaps the wine she sipped contributed to her obvious relaxation, or perhaps it was her familiarity with Brad and her wish to make a good impression on his sister.

Brad cleared the dishes as the young women continued getting to know one another. He peered toward the table sipping the last of his wine. He was so sated from his torrid lovemaking with Christine earlier in the day he felt little more than a warm glow gazing at his two lovers. If his sister decided to seduce the luscious teenager he would certainly enjoy watching, but he doubted his system could rouse itself to perform sexually again. Shelley glanced in his direction and smiled. She'd had a glass of wine and seemed to have relaxed into the evening. She looked very desirable sitting there, her tanned shoulders and the rise of her breasts visible above the tight bodice of her sundress. Noticing Shelley's gaze his sister turned in his direction as well. He could see the flush in her face and knew she was getting turned on.

"What are you doing over there anyway?" His sister smiled as she spoke.

"Just appreciating the wonderful scenery."

"Spoken like a true diplomat brother. I think you have eyes for our young guest." Shelley's smile broadened. He winked at her.

"More than eyes sister dearest, more than eyes." Christine's eyes widened and he knew she was seriously surprised by his admission.

"You're kidding aren't you?" Christine turned toward Shelley whose face was beaming, then back toward him. Brad pushed himself away from the counter and sauntered toward the two women who followed him with their eyes. He had no plan in mind as he stepped behind Shelley but his fingers instinctively gripped her bare shoulders before slipping over the bodice of her dress to cup her firm breasts.

"I know you've been dying to do this all night sis. I just want you to know my dear neighbor is as hot as she looks." Shelley leaned into the chair, her arms drawn back to thrust her breast into Brad's palm. He leaned down and kissed her briefly on the lips. He withdrew his fingers as he raised himself erect. "I should tell you also that she enjoys playing with other girls too." Christine's eyes, which had been fixed on, his own lowered to gaze at the beautiful girl seated in front of her.

"Well that's very interesting." Brad took hold of the spaghetti straps and slowly slid them off Shelley's shoulders, Christine's eyes following every move. His fingers slid down again, this time covering both prominent breasts before gently squeezing the firm mounds.

"Not bad for thirteen year old girl, wouldn't you say?" His fingertips were teasing Shelley's nipples now, thumb and forefinger of each hand gently twisting the protruding nubs. Despite his earlier adventures he felt his genitals surging in the front of his jeans once again. It was amazing what this tempting creature did to him.

Christine eased off her chair and stepped around the corner of the table until she was standing next to her older brother. He watched as she leaned over to kiss the girl's upturned lips. He saw their lips parting as tongues slid forward to caress one another in the most intimate of kisses. Then he noticed his sister's hand sliding beneath Shelley's skirt. Their lips parted and both women peered down at the skirt being carried along tanned thighs by fingers, which pressed into the silk panties that quickly came into view. Shelley's legs fell apart as she accommodated the caress now centered between her thighs. Brad's eyes followed Christine's fingers, oblivious to the hand lifting from Shelley's side until the teenager's fingers made contact with his bulging erection. He gazed down at her upturned face; his fingers reaching up to ease the button at the waistband of his jeans free and quickly slide the zipper down. Shelley's eyes fixed on his fingers extracting his cock, a look of almost desperate excitement on her beautiful face.

Things were escalating quickly. Brad followed Shelley's full, moist lips spreading over the crown of his cock, noticing out of the corner of his eyes that Christine was now on her knees between the teenager's legs, mouth nuzzling the silk panties covering the girl's aroused genitals as her fingers slid the garment to one side. Shelley groaned against his organ as his sister's tongue finally made contact with naked flesh.

Brad smiled to himself. This was something he and Christine had never done before. They'd always focused their sexual ardor on each other, or occasionally on their mother who always orchestrated their lovemaking. Now they were taking the lead with this most desirable teenager. Brad stepped closer, his hand sliding around to cradle the back of Shelley's neck as her head bobbed and those talented lips and tongue moved along his throbbing erection. Christine's lips were glued Shelley's pussy as she sucked and licked the young beauty's honey sweet juices.

Brad lay back into the soft cushions of the oversized chair, his right hand slowly stroking his rigid cock. He was naked from the waist down, his shirt open down its length baring his chest and abdomen as well... He gazed toward the bed where soft light from the bedside lamp illuminated the naked bodies writhing together on the rumpled bed covers. The heat generated in those first moments in the kitchen convinced the three of them that they needed more room and much greater freedom from constraining clothes. He'd watched in rapt attention as his sister removed Shelley's dress, fingers lovingly caressing each delicious curve of the teenager's perfect body as it came into view. Brad could tell from his sister's movement that she'd learned well the secrets of pleasuring another woman. And Shelley was transported by the fingers and mouth that teased her sensitive body.

Then Christine removed her own clothes, revealing to Shelley for the first time the gorgeous body he had enjoyed so thoroughly through the years. His sister didn't have the overripe lushness of Shelley's mother, her youthful body at once trim and voluptuous. They fell onto the bed and into one another's arms for the first of many luxurious kisses.

Now they were locked in the classic sixty-nine position, heads bobbing between spread thighs, the sound of tongues and lips working their magic rising above the stillness of the evening. Breasts flattened against bellies, their bodies moving together, fingers caressing firm bottoms, thighs shifting open then closing, muffled groans filling the room. He'd lost track of how many times each of them had cum, though he knew the number was not small. It suddenly struck him how wonderful it must be to make love to another woman and share one orgasm after another. No matter how excited he became, there was always the need to recover after he'd ejaculated. He had yet to have his first orgasm of the evening, but he certainly didn't feel deprived. He knew he could have either of these lush creatures at any time he cared to.

Christine turned on the bed and gazed over at her brother sprawled on the chair, his long, thick cock raging in his fist. He'd stopped stroking himself when the women reached their final orgasm. His sister turned on the bed to lie next to Shelley, kissing those talented lips as their bodies pressed together. Then she was whispering in the teenager's ear. Both women glanced in his direction and started to roll off the bed. He knew it was time. He extended his legs, arms relaxing on either armrest of the chair, his cock standing proudly erect as he waited.

Christine's lips reached his organ first but were quickly joined by Shelley's. He gazed down at their beautiful faces, their lips and tongues alternately caressing his cock and kissing one another. He knew he'd died and gone to heaven! His sister's fingers were playing between his thighs, tickling the sensitive flesh around his ass. Her mouth slid down the length of his cock, then over his scrotum. Shelley had his cock all to herself as Christine offered him that most forbidden of kisses between the cheeks of his bottom. He groaned, knowing that if she kept this up he'd cum.

Although everything about this last movement of their dance together was completely spontaneous, there was also something devilishly well orchestrated. His sister continued her exciting kiss between his legs and Shelley applied all of her talents to sucking his cock. As one would have guessed the results were guaranteed to please. Within minutes his cock was erupting into his teen lover's mouth. The next thing he knew Shelley was sharing his cum with his sister in a deep passionate kiss only inches from his still rigid organ now held in Shelley's fist.

The three of them lay together on the double bed, their naked bodies pressed close as they lightly dozed. Brad knew nothing would raise his cock again that night but he also knew making love with these two young beauties would always top his list of favorite activities.

He lost track of how many times he made out with his sister and their lovely teenage neighbor during that week, though as the weekend approached Shelley's brother returned and it wasn't as easy for her to spend time with them. She hadn't wanted to tell Rob about her adventures with Brad just yet, especially after his harrowing week with their father. She turned her attention to her brother even as Brad turned his toward his sister. Then the weekend arrived and Christine's lover Erica arrived.

Chapter 16

Brad was surprised when Erica arrived. He'd expected someone a bit more conventional. His sister was one hot number in bed but she was not what he would ever have called wild. Erica on the other hand was drop dead gorgeous and an outrageous flirt. Christine had driven into Henderson by herself to pick her friend up at the bus station. Brad busied himself around the house putting finishing touches on a few projects that had been put on hold during his week of debauchery with Christine and Shelley. He heard his sister's car and walked to the front door. He stepped onto the porch just as the passenger door swung open. He hesitated for a moment then descended the wooden stairs, his eyes fixed on the open door. Then his sister emerged from the opposite side of the car, a wide smile on her face as she greeted him.

"Hi!" She ducked her head into the car to retrieve a bag from behind the seat. He could hear talking but couldn't make out the words. Then there was laughter. A moment later Erica stepped out, unfolding her tall body from the small sports car. She was nearly as tall as Brad though she was every bit as feminine as he was masculine. Long loosely curled blonde hair framed her face, which could only be described as beautiful. As she stepped from behind the door he saw long well-curved legs emerging from a leather mini skirt. Her blouse was translucent, showing off enormous breasts as well as the details of the delicate brassiere attempting to contain them. He walked slowly toward his sister's lover, aware of her lush beauty stirring him. She reached out her hand as he stepped up to her.

"Hi, I'm Erica."

"I'm pleased to meet you." He took her warm fingers in his hand, gazing into the deep-set blue eyes beneath long curving lashes. Suddenly he felt Christine's hand on his waist followed immediately by her firm breast against his arm.

"My big brother's pretty cute isn't he?" Brad smiled, Erica's fingers still resting in his hand.

"I don't think cute is quite the word my love. He's a hunk!" Despite himself Brad blushed. He released Erica's hand and stepped back.

"I'll get your bags for you." He turned to his sister who offered him her keys, a smile crossing her lips.

"I've never seen you so shy." She leaned closer and kissed him on the cheek.

He followed the women walking arm in arm toward the house busily talking. He wondered what this visit might hold in store for him. Would his sister be willing to share this lush creature with him? Would Erica be interested in playing with a man, or was she committed to her lesbian relationship? Could he keep his hands off that incredible body? Time would tell.

When he reached his sister's room with the bags he found Erica and Christine locked in a passionate kiss. He set the bags down on the floor and silently stepped away. As he reached the top of the stairs he heard his name called. He turned to find Erica's head leaning past the doorjamb and into the hallway.

"I'd love it if you'd join us." Brad's heart skipped a beat, as he comprehended this sexy creature's offer. He smiled.

"Thanks. Perhaps later. You two haven't seen each other for a while. You must have things to catch up on." She smiled at him.

"What we have to catch up on certainly doesn't preclude you, that is if what Christine has told me about you is true." She stepped into the hall and he saw her blouse was already unbuttoned down its length, offering him an unobstructed view of the delicate brassiere cradling those monumental breasts he'd observed when they first met. Despite himself Brad felt his body responding to Erica's intense sexual energy.

"At least let me thank you for helping me with my bags." She walked toward where he stood, hips swinging sensually, breasts shifting within the abbreviated cups of her brassiere with each languid step. Without further comment she leaned her face closer until their lips met. At precisely that instant he felt fingers caressing his manhood through his jeans. Her tongue slid into his mouth and she squeezed the growing organ before leaning back to gaze into his eyes.

"Christine gave me permission. I hope you don't mind." Brad groaned as she squeezed him again, his eyes falling to Erica's breasts that seemed on display just for him, though no doubt it had been his sister's fingers opening this woman's blouse.

"Touching is permitted." Erica's free hand pulled one side of her blouse open wider, exposing the fullness of her breast. Brad's hand seemed to rise of its own accord. He watched in wonder as his fingers spread over the firm mound, which literally dwarfed his hand. On impulse he eased his fingertips into the brassiere cup until only naked breast lay in his hand, the already aroused nipple nestling into his palm.

"Now if you'd care to change your mind, we could simply walk to Christine's room and get rid of all these unnecessary clothes. I'm sure your sister is already lying naked on the bed waiting for us. I know she'd be disappointed if I didn't bring you back with me. Whatdya say?" All the while Erica spoke her fingers slid up and down his fully erect manhood. He would be a damn fool not to accept this dramatic and stimulating invitation. He shook his head up and down, eliciting a broad smile from Erica.

"Wonderful!"

Their encounter began much the way his last evening with Christine and Shelley had ended, with him watching two gorgeous women making love with one another. The only difference was that Erica was statuesque and wildly voluptuous, while Shelley was shorter with a body better described as curvaceous than voluptuous. And the obvious familiarity Erica and his sister had with one another's bodies and one another's sexual proclivities made their lovemaking particularly uninhibited and passionate. From the beginning it was clear Erica took the lead in the sexual relationship, her mouth and hands moving freely over Christine's writhing body. At the moment Christine was on her knees atop Erica's body, her head burrowing between widespread thighs as lips and tongue devoured wet genitals. Her perfect bottom waved in the air above Erica's face. Brad saw only blonde hair between his sister's thighs as Erica busily devoured Christine's pussy. But those round cheeks were calling him, much to his surprise stirring his genitals. Brad pushed himself off the chair, kneeling on the bed and crawling toward the writhing bodies. As he positioned himself between his sister's thighs Erica's head tilted back, her wide eyes taking in the immensity of his organ.

"Give me that thing!" He knew instantly what she was asking for and dipped his knees until the tip of his cock played across those full, glistening lips. A wet tongue slithered over the purple crown, head leaning back even farther to accommodate his organ between pouting lips. After a delicious few moments he withdrew his organ, leaning over first to kiss Erica's lips, before sliding his tongue between the raised cheeks of his sister's round bottom. Erica's mouth returned to her lover's wet pussy and the two of them proceeded to drive Christine mad with their tongues. Her moans filled the room as she lifted her mouth from Erica's pussy. Her hips shuddered, pushing back then retreating from the devastating tongues playing across her most sensitive flesh. Brad allowed his hands to move from one sumptuous pair of breasts to another, Christine's floating beneath her shifting torso, Erica's proudly rising from her chest.

Suddenly he could wait no longer, rising once again to his knees as he positioned his throbbing cock between his sister's cheeks. Suddenly Erica grasped his cock and pulled it down to his sister's pussy. He couldn't resist, driving his cock into the familiar heat. Erica's tongue road along the underside of his cock as it disappeared inch by inch into the tight pussy, finally playing over his balls when he hit bottom. He withdrew and plunged forward one more time before finally extracting his cock to once again search out the ass beckoning to him. Christine suddenly became very still, her body relaxing to receive his thick organ into the tight circle of her ass. He stared down at her round cheeks beneath his spread fingers, to the purple crown squeezing past the opening. It compressed, as the tight muscle contracting, and then relaxing. His cock slid in slowly, inexorably. Leaning over he pressed his chest against his sister's back, reaching around to cup her breasts, fingertips teasing the engorged nipples. Erica's tongue was dancing once again between his thighs, washing his balls and slithering back toward his nether region. This was one uninhibited woman he mused as the devilish tongue found his ass. He thrust forward with all of his strength, driving his cock to the hilt. All hell broke loss at that moment, his sister screaming as she threw herself back against his loins, round bottom slapping his thighs. His hips drove forward, and then back in long powerful strokes. Christine's voice was like an animal wailing. He knew she was beyond reason or any sense of decorum as her body took control of this instinctive coupling. He felt his own body losing control as well and suddenly he was cumming, his throbbing organ squirting into the upraised bottom. Christine's orgasm quickly followed, a gut wrenching scream that echoed through the tiny room. His knees gave way and he tumbled to one side, quickly joined by his sister who fell into his sprawled arms. A moment later Erica lay next to them, her hand reaching out, fingers taking hold of his still hard cock as he fell asleep.

He awoke some time later to the sensation of warmth on his genitals. Struggling to open his eye he found Erica kneeling on the bed next to him, a warm washcloth in her hand as she gently washed his cock. She was still naked; her gorgeous body a wonder to look at. She'd said something about working as an exotic dancer to put herself through school. He had no doubt she would have made a fortune in tips with a body and face like that. He closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of rough cotton massaging his cock and balls. He dozed off again.

When next he awoke it was to the sensation of a tongue playing along the length of his organ... He opened his eyes to find Erica lying next to him, her mouth poised above his genitals, her eyes fixed to his cock lying on his thigh. She noticed his stare and glanced toward his face, a broad smile crossing her lips.

"Good morning sleepy head." He felt his sister's warm body against his back, firm breasts nestled against his shoulder blades, her arm around his waist, fingers spread on his chest. He turned and saw she was peering over his shoulder.

"It's taken all my charms to keep Erica's hands off you. She feels very deprived." Brad peered down at the beautiful face above his cock, then turned toward his sister again. In truth he'd felt very inhibited in relation to his sister's partner and lover, keeping his hands off her through most of their heated session of the afternoon before.

"I promised her she could have first dibs on you doodad when you woke up..." Her fingers were teasing his nipple, which quickly responded to the caress. He didn't know whether his body would function this morning but he certainly had no problem playing the role of "boy toy" for these luscious creatures.

"I think my doodad is on a well deserved vacation." He glanced down at his flaccid cock.

"You should let me be the judge of that." Erica spoke for the first time. Her words were followed immediately by fingers, which slid around the base of his organ.

"Sweetheart, I wouldn't dream of stopping you." She smiled at him, and then leaned closer to press those full lips to the underside of his cock. He watched her tongue slither out to lick him once again. Her fingers tipped his cock toward her lips, taking the crown into her mouth before gently sucking. Her eyelashes fluttered as her mouth devoured his organ. Her head lifted and his cock reappeared, this time glistening with saliva. Erica's tongue fluttered against the crown before she sucked the entire organ into her mouth again. He could feel the juices begin to flow. He reached out and slid his fingers over one of Erica's monstrous breasts.

"She's really something isn't she?" Christine whispered in his ear, her tongue slithering into the opening in an intense caress that sent shivers down his spine. His sister's hand lifted form his chest and took hold of his chin, gently turning his face until her lips covered his mouth. He gave himself to the kiss, slowly turning until he was on his back. Erica shifted on the bed, drawing her body next to his as her mouth continued its practiced caress of his growing cock. Christine's lips lifted and they both gazed down at Erica whose lips rose and fell above his now fully engorged cock. She lifted her mouth and gazed in their direction, her eyes heavy with excitement.

"Seems to be a little life left in this thing." Her fingers squeezed the base of his cock and he groaned.

"You're right, but there's only one problem." Erica's eyes widened as she waited for him to fill her in. He winked. "Its easier to get it up than to get it off. I've cum so many times in the last week that I'd probably have to fuck all day before the thing will get soft again." Erica laughed loudly.

"That is definitely not a problem for me!" Without further comment Erica turned on the bed, rising to her knees before swinging one leg across his thighs. He gazed up at her glorious breasts, her narrow waist, her slender thighs now straddling either side of his glistening cock, her knees flexing as she positioned herself to take his erection... And then he felt the silk pussy gripping him, sucking his throbbing organ into the wet heat he loved so much. He sensed he was going to get the fuck of his life! He was right.

He was seated on the edge of the bed with Erica straddling his lap, her knees on the bed as she feverishly moved her loins above his rigid cock. The position allowed him to play with those magnificent breasts, using his fingers, lips and tongue to savor them. All the while this beautiful young woman rode his long, thick organ, driving herself to one powerful orgasm after another. As he'd promised, he was nowhere near cumming yet. He glanced over at his sister and found her asleep. It was after midnight and this sexy creature seemed prepared to fuck all night. One more orgasm jolted her writhing body. This time her hips finally stopped moving and Brad thought perhaps she was ready to call it quits. She slowly lifted her pussy from his wet cock To his surprise she settled between his legs, her eyes gazing past his cock to meet his stare.

"It's time to get this thing off." Her long, lascivious tongue slid from his balls to the tip of his cock before she spread her lips over the bulging crown. Brad marveled at her beauty as well as his good fortune in sharing her with his sister. But he sincerely doubted anything she could do would bring him another orgasm. He watched her mouth sliding down his cock, lips stretched, tongue dancing along the underside. Her head bobbed up and then started down again, this time sliding lower before withdrawing. The third time she didn't stop! Brad had never had anyone take the entire length of his substantial cock in their mouth before. He could feel the tight opening of Erica's throat stretch over the tip of his cock as the last two inches slid into this temptress's throat. Her eyes remained fixed to his as her throat muscles milked his organ. Her head lifted, then lowered. She repeated the milking action, her fingers playing across his balls before dipping between his cheeks. Suddenly a finger slid into his ass. The combination of the finger and Erica's talented throat proved to be just what was needed. His orgasm exploded through his loins, his cock spurting down the massaging throat. Erica's head lifted slightly so her tongue could softly stimulate his pulsing glans to keep the thick juices surging into her waiting mouth. Finally she tilted her head back, displaying her long tongue covered with semen. He watched wide-eyed as she took one last swallow of his juices before smiling broadly.

"Thanks for the memory." She rose from the floor and leaned her voluptuous body against his, pushing him back onto the mattress before lying on top of him. Their lips quickly found one another and Erica shared with him the cum she'd so skillfully taken from his pulsing cock. Never say never was truer than ever tonight.

Chapter 17

Brad knew he'd died and gone to heaven. While Erica and his sister took plenty of time for themselves, he was warmly included in many of their most intimate moments. And he never tired of watching these two gorgeous creatures that shared the lake home with him that week. Since there was only one full bathroom in the lake home the three of them continually ran into one another in the most tantalizing circumstances. It seemed almost guaranteed that whenever Brad was taking a shower Erica would find a reason to enter the bathroom. More often than not she would be scantily dressed and position herself in front of the tub to peer through the glass door at his naked body, her eyes fixed to his member. The combination of her voluptuous body on display in skimpy undergarments or sexy nightwear and her open appreciation of his manhood invariably stirred his organ until it lifted dramatically from his loins. On more than one occasion Erica opened the sliding door and offered her pouting lips. He accepted the invitation each time it was offered, marveling at her incredible talent for giving head. Once she opened the door, stepping beneath the showerhead as she bent over to pull her panties to one side and offer him her pussy. He accepted that invitation as well, leaning over to cradle those gorgeous breasts in his palms as he slid his cock into the moist heat. He stopped himself before cumming, not from lack of desire but from a wish to reserve his strength for an afternoon his sister had planned in her bedroom. His was an abundance of riches and he loved every minute of it.

It wasn't until the third day of Erica's stay that Shelley finally returned for a visit. No explanation was offered for her absence and none was requested. Erica and Christine were upstairs attending to one another's seemingly insatiable sexual needs while Brad fixed lunch. He was unaware of Shelley's presence until he felt hands on his waist, quickly followed by firm breasts nudging his back. He turned to glance over his shoulder and was rewarded with a quick kiss.

"Surprise." He turned in her arms and drew her lovely body into an embrace...

"Welcome stranger." She smiled, wriggling her hips as her hands slid down to squeeze his bottom. This teenage temptress was certainly finding her stride sexually.

"I'm not as strange as you may think. Why don't you take me upstairs and find out?" He leaned down and quickly kissed her lips.

"Alright, but I have to warn you the natives are restless. You may not be safe upstairs." A sly smile spread across her lips as he spoke.

"I'll take my chances."

The door to Christine's bedroom was open and the sounds emanating from the dimly lit room could not be ignored. He followed Shelley as she turned at the top of the stairs and stepped past the doorframe into the room. What they discovered was a surprising variation on a theme played out often over the past few days, only this time Brad was witness rather than active participant. Christine was kneeling on the bed, her naked body glistening with perspiration. Erica was behind her, hips driving a long, thick dildo into his sister's upraised pussy. Her hands rested on Christine's waist, elbows back, huge breasts thrust forward, round cheeks shuddering each time her belly slapped the back of Christine's thighs. From his sister's groans it was evident she was close to cumming.

Brad slid his hands around Shelley's torso, fingers spreading over the girl's breasts as he pulled her round bottom against his growing manhood. He wondered whether the teenager had ever seen a dildo before as he contemplated the possibility of sliding his very real cock into her hot body... Shelley hadn't met Erica yet. Christine screamed, her face falling into the pillow as her arms lost their strength. Erica fell on her collapsing body, that monstrous cock burying itself in her lover's pulsing pussy. At just that moment her eyes swung around to where Brad and Shelley were standing. A smile slowly crossed her full lips.

"So is this our little neighbor who loves to eat pussy?" Christine's face appeared as she turned her head on the pillow, her eyes heavy with excitement, cheeks flushed from the exertion.

"Shelley, I'd like you to meet Erica. She's the one with the cock. You've met my sister before." His fingertips teased the teenager's aroused nipples through the cotton tee shirt she was wearing.

"Hi." He felt Shelley's fingers insinuated themselves between their bodies, eventually taking hold of his erection. He had no idea where this afternoon was going, but he sensed there would soon be four naked bodies on that bed. At just that moment, Erica pulled away from Christine, slowly withdrawing that monstrous organ from the pussy she had been servicing with such ardor. The shaft glistened with his sister's juices as it swung in their direction. Erica slipped off the edge of the bed and moved toward them, her incredible body completely naked. He gazed past Shelley's shoulder as this gorgeous nymphomaniac leaned down to press her lips to Shelley's mouth. Naked breasts brushed against the back of his hands and he did what came naturally, turning his fingers to cup the heavy mounds. Then Erica's lips were moving toward his own. They kissed deeply, Shelley's lush young body pressed between them.

Brad stood naked at the end of the bed, his rigid cock clutched in his right hand as his eyes took in the breathtaking scene before him. Shelley laid in his sister's arms, deeply kissing her as Christine's fingers lovingly caressed the teenager's firm, young breasts. At the same time Erica's head was weaving between Shelley's widespread thighs, no doubt devouring this teenage temptress sweet pussy. Erica's head tilted back and turned, offering him a view of the wet genitals nestled between the spread thighs as well as Erica's beautiful face smeared with a mixture of saliva and juices flowing from Shelley's pussy.

"I think she's ready for you." Erica's hand extended toward his cock, fingers wrapping around the thick shaft and drawing him closer. He stumbled onto his knees and began shuffling across the rumpled bed covers. Erica's lips spread over the tip of his cock and gave him a wet kiss before withdrawing. He gazed down as her fingers guided the bulging crown between the swollen folds of moist, tender flesh and into the waiting opening. Shelley's gasp caused his sister to turn her attention to the coupling in progress. Erica rose from her prone position, getting to her knees before easing her luscious body against his, breasts touching his arm, then his chest. He felt that obscene cock against his thigh, sliding beneath his own organ to nudge his testicles. Such a weird sensation he mused as he accepted Erica's kiss. All the while his own very real cock slid deeper into the tight heat of Shelley's pussy...

Brad lost himself in the delicious sensations created as his cock rode in and out of the girl's body. Erica mysteriously disappeared and he was able to concentrate his efforts on fucking the teen spread beneath him. The expression on Shelley's face suggested she was enjoying their coupling as much as he was. Christine's fingers played between Shelley's thighs, alternately teasing the girl's engorged clitoris and his rigid organ as is slid past the tiny nub on its way in and out of the velvety softness of the girl's familiar pussy. Then he felt fingers on his waist, followed by those familiar breasts touching his naked back. The prodding against his bottom was less familiar and it took him a moment to understand that Erica was still wearing the dildo. That stout organ was wedging between his cheeks... It suddenly dawned on him Erica's intentions might not be honorable at that moment. Her hands slid down his belly, fingers spreading to cup his balls and take hold of his cock. Lips touched his neck, tongue playing across the tender flesh. At the same time that stiff instrument probed, sliding down the crevice and between his thighs. Her lips found his ear before she whispered her intentions.

"I'm going to fuck your ass big brother." The organ withdrew and once again was sliding along the crevice. One of Erica's hands slid around his thigh to grasp the instrument, massaging the bulbous tip across the sensitive opening of his ass. Then it withdrew and Erica's lips slid down his neck before beginning a slow, torturous journey down the middle of his back. His hips suddenly froze as the slithering tongue moved between his cheeks, quickly finding the sensitive flesh. Despite his reluctance to consider Erica's offer, he felt himself responding excitedly to her devilish tongue, which seemed intent on penetrating the tight opening. He found himself wondering what it would feel like to have that thick dildo enter his body. He shuddered at the thought and refocused his attention on the two beautiful women lying naked in front of him, his eyes gazing down at his thick cock framed between Shelley's slender thighs, his sister's fingers clutching the organ at its base. Then he raised his eyes and saw the excitement in Christine's eyes. He knew instinctively that she had suggested this seduction to her lover and had little doubt Erica jumped at the idea.

The tongue withdrew and a moment later the bulbous tip was pressing against the slippery flesh between the round cheeks of his bottom. Instinctively he fell forward, offering himself to the woman kneeling behind him. Shelley kissed his lips. He could feel hands spread across his bottom, could feel the pressure building between his cheeks.

The four of them lay tangled together, warm, naked bodies recovering from their lovemaking. Brad's bottom was still sore, despite the loving kisses offered following Erica's relentless assault. Granted he came, the combination of being fucking in the ass as his own cock throbbed within Shelley's tight pussy both contributing to his overwhelming release. But something told him he preferred to be the fucker rather than the fuckee when it came to anal sex He'd leave that kind of sex to other men and boys so inclined. He was equally clear that with three lusty women competing for his body, he might as well let go of the idea of working on his dissertation, at least for the remainder of Erica's visit. Once his sister and her lover departed later that week he could settle into a more sane routine, fucking Shelley and occasionally dabbling with her mother until September when his teenage lover would return to school. He smiled to himself, thinking that Shelley would be fourteen years old as she entered ninth grade.

Brad's mind slowly slipped into sleep. He knew he needed to quickly regain his strength. Surely one or the other of these beauties would need some tender loving from him. Yes, this is heaven!