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Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction containing
graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors.
While all of the sex depicted is consensual, the author does not
intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage
children. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes
only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly
encouraged not to read this.
This is the fourth chapter of what will be a continuing series
depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a typical
suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose stories, this
series will focus heavily (though, not totally) on that
particular fetish, as well as the obvious incest themes.
Each chapter will be written predominantly from the point of view
of one member of the family.
We hope you enjoy it. Please send your comments andsuggestions.
Your friends at Filthy Fiction...
Story codes: (m/f, f/f, teen, inc, family, pantyhose, cum, rim,
oral, voy, exh, bi, solo, slow, plot, cons, rom)
Harper Valley USA By Filthy Fiction
Chapter Four
Waiting for Ashley
It was 9:15, on Saturday morning, when Tiffany arrived at
Shannon's house and rang the doorbell. She stood on the front
porch with her proud tits nearly flopping from the so- called top
of her yellow string bikini. Considering her work outdoors, she
decided to ditch the pantyhose and, instead, stuffed herself into
an inexplicably tight pair of white Capris that zipped from the
back. The string of her matching yellow thong was clearly
visible as it curled around the butter-soft skin of her narrow
waist.
Jonathan had somehow managed to convince Tiffany to let him tag
along. She figured it couldn't hurt to bring some free labor.
She tossed all the shammies and a few bottles of cleaning fluid
in a big brown box meant for him to carry. Luckily, Shannon only
lived about two streets over.
When Shannon came to the door, instead of saying hello, she
lifted one eyebrow, openly appraised Tiffany's outfit from head
to toe and made a sound like a cash register.
"Cha-ching," Shannon said, smirking and shaking her head as she
pored over the more notable assets of her best friend. "God, I'd
kill for that body."
Tiffany shoved her and walked past. "Shut up," she said. "Like
boys don't hit on you all day."
"Just the ugly ones," she said, with a plaintive sigh. She
turned, flipping the curly locks of her chocolate brown hair.
She smiled as Jonathan struggled up the steps. "Hey, Johnny,"
she said. "As usual, I see your sister's making you do all the
work. Such a bitch, isn't she?"
Before Jonathan could speak, Tiffany yelled warningly, "Don't
answer that, unless you really want to know what it feels like to
get your ass kicked in front of another girl." Jonathan smirked.
Tiffany looked around at the empty house and furrowed her brows
with curiosity.
"Where is everyone?" she asked.
Shannon told Jonathan to leave all the cleaning supplies on the
porch. She shut the door and floated across the living room
doing pirouettes. She didn't seem to mind being home alone.
"Dad's at the golf course. Mom went to the salon. Adam is
hanging out at Kevin's, with Matt and Josh. God, I love it.
It's so quiet."
"But I thought your brother was coming to help out," said
Tiffany, with a hint of disappointment. "Who's going to drive us
now?"
"Ashley," Shannon said. "She has her mother's SUV. They should
be here any minute."
"They?" said Tiffany, watching Shannon practice her ballet in a
black leotard and white opaque tights. With one foot slightly
raised off the floor, and the other supporting all of her weight,
Shannon leaned forward, with her head up, and weightlessly
extended her arms in mid-air. Her raised foot slowly elevated
all the way back until her sinuous leg stretched parallel to the
floor. Tiffany was impressed by the ease of her body control.
"Just how many are there?" she asked.
Shannon gracefully resumed her erect her posture, her hands
elegantly rising above her head. Her left foot came forward.
She planted it on the carpet, which led into another graceful
spin.
"Well," Shannon paused, counting in her head. "There's you and
me, plus your brother. That's three. Ashley's coming. That's
four. I know she's brining Danielle Moriarty and Naomi Nishi.
So that's six. That's more than enough, don't you think?"
"Well, yeah," said Tiffany. "But a couple more guys wouldn't
hurt."
"This is a car wash, Tiff," said Shannon, who grabbed Jonathan
and started waltzing around the living room. "More girls equals
more money. We can always stop by Kevin's when we're done. I'm
sure Adam will be there for a while."
"Oh?" Tiffany said with interest. "How do you know that?"
Shannon replied sarcastically. "Uh, hello," she said. "Kevin's
parents...out of town...as usual." She rolled her eyes.
"Johnny, did your sister suffer any head injuries as a child?"
"Not that I know of," he said. His face was even with the taller
girl's chest. "Maybe it's not a head injury," he snickered.
"Just an injury from giving too much head."
Shannon burst into a fit of high-pitched laughter, one hand
holding her stomach, as the other covered her mouth.
"Oh, damn," she said, still giggling as she and Jonathan slapped
hands. "He got you on that one, Tiff. I never knew your brother
was so funny."
"Yeah." Tiffany smirked. "He's hysterical."
Shannon gave Jonathan a subtle wink. She spread her feet, folded
at the waist and set her palms flat on the floor. Tiffany
noticed Jonathan staring at her legs.
"Anyway, if all else fails," Shannon said glibly. "You can
always meet Adam behind the gym on Monday."
Tiffany felt a chill. Shannon finished her stretch and stood
upright. She tossed her hair back and smiled indifferently.
Tiffany was stunned, but only for an instant.
"So that's why you wouldn't talk to me yesterday," she reasoned.
"You saw us in the supply room?"
Shannon shook her head. "Not really, no." She explained. She
kept her feet parted, stretched one arm over head and bent her
torso sideways. "I was leaving the girl's locker room after
dance class. I saw you come out. Actually, I saw Adam first.
He had this really weird look on his face. He told me he
couldn't talk right then and he took off. I started to follow
him. Then, I looked back and saw you walking by yourself." She
switched arms and stretched the other way. "You never walk by
yourself. I figured something was up, but I didn't want you to
think I was trying to accuse of you anything."
Tiffany sighed. Jonathan was staring with disbelief.
"You fucked Adam at school?" he said. "If Dad finds out, you are
so dead."
Tiffany steamed. "For the last time," she said with a sneer. "I
did not FUCK Adam at school, or anywhere else, for that matter.
We fooled around for a while. Things got a little out of hand.
Then, he left. End of story."
"Even still," Jonathan replied. "You know Dad doesn't even want
you making out with other boys."
"Other boys?" Shannon intruded nosily. "Other boys besideswho?"
"No one," Tiffany said. "My father doesn't want me fooling
around with anyone. Period."
"Until when," Shannon said. "Menopause?"
"It isn't funny, Shannon," Tiffany said. "I wouldn't trade my
family for anything, but..." She paused, slowly exhaling. "I
just don't see how I'm going to make my father understand."
"What's to understand?" Shannon asked. "Are you in love with my
brother?"
Tiffany scratched her head. Her face got all scrunched as she
sucked her teeth and flopped her arms helplessly by her sides.
"I don't know," she said. "I'm sorry, Shannon. I shouldn't have
kept this from you. I just didn't want you to feel, you know,
like jealous or anything."
"Jealous," Shannon scoffed. "That's why you've been hiding this
from me? You thought I'd be jealous of you and my brother."
Shannon turned to Jonathan with bewilderment on her knitted
eyebrows. "I think you're right, Johnny. All those blowjobs
must be depriving her of vital oxygen to the brain."
Jonathan shrugged. Shannon moved over to her shaken friend.
Tiffany felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up, fighting back
tears.
"Hey," Shannon said. "We've known each other since Justin was on
Mickey Mouse. We go back, you and me. You're like my sister.
Remember when I had that sleep-over and you were the only girl
out of the whole school that showed up. You barely even knew my
name, but you came anyway. Remember why?"
Tiffany sniffled. "I thought you had pretty hair."
Shannon smiled. "Think about that, Tiff," said her dark-haired
friend. "From the day my family moved here from New York, all I
wanted was to be a pretty blonde like all other the girls."
"Then, here you come," she continued, "easily the prettiest girl
in school, and you tell me," she stopped and pointed at herself,
"that you think I have pretty hair." She shook her head, as if
still in disbelief. "Now, come on. How am I supposed to forget
something like that? Do you really think I care that you're hot
for my brother? I have eyes. I know he's cute. If we weren't
related, I'd screw him myself." Tiffany made an astonished face.
Shannon ignored it. "So the way I see it," she added casually.
"Since I'm sure that I'll never get the pleasure, why not pass
the benefits on to you?"
Tiffany was hugging Shannon before she even knew it. Shannon
squeezed tight, but only for a moment. She wasn't the
touchy-feely type.
"All right," Shannon said. "We're not in Sunnydale. We don't
need to get all Willow and Tara on each other. Besides, Ashley
should be here soon."
Tiffany backed off. "I'm sorry," she said, wiping her eyes. "I
don't know why I've been acting so flaky lately."
"You're in love," Shannon said. "Insanity comes on the side.
It's like parsley. You don't ask for it. It's just there."
Tiffany laughed finally. Shannon tapped her on the arm. As her
hand fell, Tiffany caught it and squeezed.
"I love you, Shannon," she whispered. "We'll always befriends."
Shannon sighed. "You're not going to let go until I say it back,
are you?"
Tiffany shook her head.
"Okay," Shannon admitted, cocking her head. "I love you, too.
You're my bestest friend in the whole wide world."
Jonathan gagged. "Is this gonna go on much longer? I'd like to
keep my breakfast down."
Shannon grabbed Jonathan and commenced tickling him mercilessly.
Jonathan countered by tickling her right back. The two ended up
wrestling until Jonathan had Shannon pinned, with her back on the
floor. He used all of his weight to push her knee back into her
chest. He used the moment to his advantage as his hands traveled
up and down her velvety tights. Shannon finally begged for mercy
and Jonathan reluctantly helped her to her feet.
"Dude," Shannon said. "You're pretty strong."
"So my mom keeps telling me."
"Do you wrestle with her too?" Shannon wondered.
"Something like that." He said cryptically.
Shannon gave him an odd glance and shrugged it off. Tiffany
checked the time.
"Shouldn't she be here by now," she said. "We're supposed to
start at ten."
Shannon waved a dismissive hand. "She's a blonde. She probably
got lost."
Tiffany smirked at the cheap shot. She pointed at Shannon's
outfit and frowned with disapproval.
"Is that what you're wearing?"
Shannon made no effort to hide her annoyance. "Uh, no" she said.
"I've got my swimsuit upstairs. I was just doing my morning
exercises. Trying to work off this butt."
Tiffany sucked her teeth. "There's nothing wrong with your butt.
Guys like them big."
Shannon rolled her eyes. "Yeah, black guys," she said. "My
father would disown me in a heartbeat if I ever dated a black
guy."
"Is he that racist?"
Shannon nodded. "He would never admit, but he is. He even yells
at me when I listen to Nelly in my bedroom."
Jonathan chuckled. He danced around, singing, "It's getting hot
in heeere.so take off all your clothes!"
Shannon smiled instantly, shaking her ass from side to side. She
threw up her hands, opened her legs and rubbed her crotch against
Jonathan's thigh. Tiffany couldn't help but laugh as her crazy
friend sang the chorus.
"I am.getting too hot.I wanna take my clothes off!"
"All right, you two," said Tiffany. "I think you both need to
back off."
"Why?" said the feisty brunette. "It's not like he's my brother.
Besides, he's a pretty good dancer."
Jonathan thanked her for the compliment. He then added that he
enjoyed watching her dance, too. Shannon was clearly flattered.
Tiffany had to respect Jonathan's cool attitude. All that time
spent with his mother had made him much more confident around
older women. After a brief awkward silence, Shannon decided she
should run up and change. When Shannon was gone, Tiffany
couldn't help smiling at her little brother. Apparently, Jonathan
didn't realize why.
"What?" He said innocently.
"You're such a flirt." She snickered. "And I thought I was
bad."
Jonathan whined. "We were just dancing."
"Yeah, dirty dancing," she winked. She turned as she heard
Shannon's voice calling from upstairs.
Tiffany went up to check on her friend. She didn't intend for
Jonathan to follow, but he did anyway. They entered Shannon's
bedroom, where she stood in front of the mirror inspecting her
choice of attire. She didn't look happy.
"Does my ass look fat in this?" Shannon said.
She was wearing a white tankini top with spaghetti straps, and a
purple sarong covering what she considered to be her abnormally
large backside. In fact, Shannon's ass had the noticeably rotund
curvature normally associated with women of color. In school,
they called it a 'ghetto booty.'
On the whole, Tiffany actually thought Shannon looked rather
nice. While her breasts weren't as full, when compared with her
own. Tiffany did like the way her pointy nipples poked through
her thin white top. Even if Shannon didn't match the local
standard of beauty, there was definitely something sexy about
her. It may have been just because she was so much to be around
fun.
As Tiffany helped Shannon touch up her hair and make-up, Jonathan
fumbled around in the far corner of the bedroom where Shannon
kept her laundry hamper. On top of the open basket was a worn
pair of navy blue pantyhose that Jonathan picked up with no
hesitation whatsoever. He held the hose aloft, stroking his
fingers down each leg and then turned to see if the girls might
be watching. When the moment was right, he pressed the cotton
panel up to his nose and deeply inhaled.
"What the fuck is he doing?" Shannon said in a raised voice.
"Johnny!" Tiffany yelled. "Put those down right now!"
Her brother slowly lifted his face from the musky scent. He
looked back at them and calmly blinked once or twice.
"What's the problem?" He said.
Shannon rushed over and snatched the treasured garment from his
hand.
"The problem is I just caught you sniffing my pantyhose!"
Tiffany hung her head in her hands. "Johnny, I can't believe
this. I knew I should have left you at home. Are you completely
retarded?"
Her brother made several attempts to speak, but failed each time.
He looked at Shannon who stood there with arms folded waiting
for an explanation. Tiffany knew she would have to be the one to
set this straight.
"Shannon," she said. "I'm sorry. My brother," she paused and
sighed. "My brother has this thing about pantyhose. It's hard
to explain."
"No, it isn't," Shannon said. "I've read about this on the net.
They have a term for it, actually. It's something like, 'sick
degenerate freak.' But then again, I'm not an expert."
Tiffany sat on Shannon's bed. It was clear from the look on her
friend's face that a simple apology wasn't going to clear this
up.
"He's not a freak," Tiffany said, taking Jonathan by the hand.
Her brother dropped his head, perhaps to free himself from
Shannon's cold stare. "In fact," Tiffany added. "The truth
is...we both like pantyhose."
Shannon frowned deeply. "Whoa. Hang on," she said. "What the
hell does that mean?"
Tiffany waited to find the words. Jonathan met her brief glance
from the corner of his eye. Tiffany squeezed his hand.
"It means that I'm one of the reasons why Jonathan loves
pantyhose so much."
Shannon still didn't catch on. She squinted as her eyes shifted
from sister to brother. "So what are you saying?" She asked.
"Are you saying that Jonathan steals your pantyhose? Then what,
he takes them to his room and whacks off?"
Tiffany froze Shannon with the coolness of her serious eyes. In
a bold, measured tone, she looked at her friend and flatly
stated, "He doesn't have to steal them."
Shannon blanched. Tiffany proceeded.
"Usually, when he goes to his room to jack off, I go with him.
In my pantyhose."
Shannon tried to swallow. Her mouth was dry. "This is a joke,
right. You're both just trying to mess with me. Fucking with my
head. All right," she laughed nervously. "I get it. Very
funny. Maybe a little too Jerry Springer, but what can I say.
You got me."
"She's not kidding," Jonathan said. The sudden sound of his
voice clearly startled his sister's friend. "I love Tiffany.
And she loves me. Sometimes we do stuff to make each other feel
good. It's normal in our house."
"Normal?" Shannon shivered. "In your house? Oh, my God! Do
your parents know about this?"
Tiffany smiled. "Our parents started this."
Shannon turned and walked away. Her shoulders slumped and her
long, bushy hair hid most of her face. She walked to the
opposite end of the room, turned and leaned her back up against
the wall.
"I don't believe this," she said. "How long has this been going
on?"
"About a year," Tiffany said. "Our parents believe that sex is
just another expression of love. They also think it's safer for
us to have sex with each other, given the way things are with
diseases and what not."
"So you have sex with your parents?" Shannon said, shuddering as
the words came out of her incredulous mouth.
"All the time," Tiffany answered. "And there's nothing likeit."
"How can you say that?" Shannon said, raising her hands and
hunching her shoulders as she frumpled her face with
incomprehension. "They're your fucking parents. Johnny is your
fucking brother. Don't you feel the least bit...I don't
know...guilty about that?"
Jonathan took the floor. "Shannon," he said. "You said yourself
that you would screw your brother if you weren't related. So,
obviously, you have those kinds of feelings, too. All we're doing
is acting on how we feel. It's only wrong, if you believe it
is."
Shannon laughed nervously. "Well, what the fuck else am I
supposed to believe?"
"Believe your heart," Tiffany said, standing up and slowly
bridging the divide between them.
Shannon looked too afraid to even move. She could have run out
the door. She could have said something, anything to reason with
her best friend. Instead, she just stood there, watching and
waiting as Tiffany approached one step at a time.
Tiffany reached forward and took Shannon by each hand. Her
fingers were cold. Tiffany squeezed them intently. She liked
the way Shannon smelled. There was mango and papaya in her
shampoo. Her scent was tropical. Tiffany inhaled. She looked
deeply in her friend's eyes. The trust was still there, but she
saw something more now. Passion.
The first and only time they had ever kissed, Shannon had agreed
to let Tiffany peck her on the lips just for practice, when they
were both only eight years old. The second time was much more
grown-up.
Tiffany leaned in and used her tender lips to moisten the
yielding flesh around Shannon's mouth. As if slowly letting the
air out of an inflated balloon, Shannon released the warm air of
her pent-up passion right into Tiffany's mouth. The heat filled
her best friend's lungs and Tiffany panted along with her,
cleaving and smearing their wet lips all over one and other.
As Jonathan took in the scene, he was so overwhelmed that he
instantly pulled out his stiff cock and began stroking it between
the lacy pillows and stuffed animals on Shannon's bed.
Tiffany drove Shannon wild with the skill of her hot mouth.
Shannon was no virgin, but she had never been handled by anyone
in such a manner. Tiffany's tongue did pirouettes in her mouth.
Shannon found herself sucking it and then Tiffany returned the
favor.
When Tiffany set hands on her heaving breasts, Shannon gasped and
closed her eyes, chin lifting with intense sensations coursing
through her body. Between Tiffany's tweaking fingers, Shannon's
nipples peaked and reached out to be sucked on. Tiffany slid the
shirt up and fused her hungry mouth to one and then the other.
Her tongue flapped like the wing of a hummingbird, then she
nagged the tawny nubbin between her teeth, grazing until Shannon
whimpered and snatched her back up to feast on that tongueagain.
It was only a matter of seconds, before Shannon noticed Jonathan
on the bed, his cock in one hand, her pantyhose now back in the
other. She smiled across the room. Jonathan fondled his
impressive cock as if waving it at her from a distance. Shannon
broke the kiss and sauntered back to the bed. The smile on her
face was, in a word: deadly.
"Give me those," she said, thrusting out her left hand.
Jonathan took a second to contemplate, before relinquishing her
nylons. Shannon whipped off her skirt, and then shimmied off her
bikini bottom. Tiffany zoomed over and leaned against the
dresser. Shannon sat on the edge of the bed, and swiftly rolled
the navy blue pantyhose down the length of her taut balletic
legs.
As she stood up to stretch them over her rump, Jonathan gawked at
the exquisite sight of her perfectly domed asscheeks. The curve
and the thickness over her white girl booty made the dusky
pantyhose look deliciously overstuffed.
With all the grace and fluidity of a trained dancer, Shannon rose
on her toes, quarter- turned and craned her right leg so it
locked in a perfectly straight line, aiming her pointed toes at
the boy beating off on her bed.
"Is this what you gets you off?" She asked him directly.
"Yes," said Jonathan. "That and watching you make out with my
sister."
Shannon smiled. Tiffany smiled too. Shannon set her elevated
foot on the bed. She peered over him, head resting on her knee
as her hand swished up and down her ever- nearing pantyhose.
"I see," she said. "Does that mean that you would rather have me
make out with her, than make out with you?"
Jonathan swallowed. "Um, no. I didn't say that."
"Really?" She replied, tossing the silky brown ringlets of her
hair. "It sure sounded that way to me. Didn't it sound that way
to you, Tiff?"
Tiffany sidled up beside the brunette. Her lips feathered across
Shannon's cheek. Shannon flicked back with the tip of her tongue.
Their eyes dimmed as they watched Jonathan's feverish reaction
to Tiffany sliding her hands inside the elastic band around
Shannon's waist.
Tiffany's fingers combed through the curly bush over Shannon's
mound. Her middle finger randomly brushed over Shannon's clit
before she intended. Shannon flinched with a short breath as she
grabbed Tiffany's wrist. A whisper of regret made Shannon relax
her grip. Tiffany's fingers resumed their exploration. The
wetness was like dipping her finger into warm oil. She drilled
her finger inside the hole and jiggled it inside. Shannon
groaned.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Tiff! Yes, stick your finger in me!" She
pleaded.
Tiffany surprised her with another. Shannon squeaked. Jonathan
was still watching. Tiffany relished the sight of his unflagging
hard-on. She leaned closer and purred in Shannon's ear.
"Can I ask you a question?" She whispered.
Shannon panted, "Yes."
"Do you ever think about sucking your brother's cock?"
Shannon closed her eyes. Brown hair fell in her face as her head
sunk. She nodded twice.
Below a whisper, she confessed. "All the time."
"Isn't that why you're always talking about how big it is?"
Tiffany murmured. "Wouldn't you love to feel it in your mouth?"
Shannon trembled. Tiffany had her pussy in the palm of her hand.
Her best friend's fingers circled and vibrated her clit. This
for a girl who could often cum just by squeezing her legs
together. Her mind was doing cartwheels.
"God, yes!" She shouted. "I want to suck his cock so bad!"
"Why haven't you?" Tiffany oozed. "Why haven't you sucked on that
big cock?"
"Because," Shannon shivered. "He's...he's my brother...I
just...Oh God, I just wouldn't know how."
Tiffany smiled, winking at Jonathan. "Let me show you," she
said.
Her brother scooted to the edge of the bed. Tiffany knelt
between his legs. His cock vanished in the soft hollow of her
mouth, as her downy tongue swaddled his shaft with soft swirls
and slithers. Shannon gaped at the ease with which Tiffany
inhaled her brother's seven-inch dick. She slurped and suckled
with such perverse delight. She wanted Shannon to see what she
had been missing, all that she could have been doing with Adam
all this time.
"You see," Tiffany told her, between bobbing and stroking. "It's
not hard, at all."
Shannon smiled. "Oh, it's hard, all right. Extremely hard."
Jonathan grinned. "Why don't we let Shannon practice on me
first?"
Tiffany kept his dick in her mouth as she nodded. "Mm hmm." She
slurped her way up to the top and popped the head right out. She
smiled at Shannon as she held the shaft, waved it like a magic
wand. "Are you ready to give it a shot?"
Shannon pounced on it like a winning Lotto ticket. Jonathan
threw his head back and bellowed on contact with Shannon's
voracious mouth. Her curling fingers made a perfect sheath for
his rigid staff. She had bigger hands than his tiny sister and
clearly knew how to use them. She churned his cock up and down
with her tight pumping fist. Her lips glued around the head as
her tongue darted all around, sampling this intriguing new
flavor. Tiffany knelt beside Shannon watching with fascination.
She hadn't yet learned how to deep-throat, but Tiffany figured
there would be enough time to teach her before Shannon got a
chance to suck her brother.
As Shannon went down on the long, hard, pulsing and meaty meal
between Jonathan's legs, Tiffany worked her own mischief, sinking
down to the floor and coming up with her head up against the bed
and her face rising toward Shannon's nylon-covered snatch.
One poke with a sharp nail was all she needed to render that
pussy helpless against the oral invasion of her wet lips and
tongue. Shannon was too lost in her own succulent heaven to even
care when Tiffany ripped her pantyhose open.
Tiffany delighted at the mere sight of Shannon's chubby pussy. A
damp ring of curly brown hairs circled the pale outer lips.
Spreading the lips with her fingers revealed the juicy pink
membranes -- pink as strawberry ice cream -- Tiffany spiked her
tongue all the way in. She wagged and fidgeted inside and out,
lapping that soggy cunt and sucking out all those syrupy juices.
Shannon writhed and undulated against Tiffany's mouth. Her
groans and whimpers grew louder and more frequent, the faster and
harder Tiffany munched on her sweet pussyhole.
"Ohhhh! Ohh my God! Mmmmm! Yes, Tiff! Ohhh fuck! Lick my pussy!
Lick my fucking pussy!" Shannon wailed inches from Jonathan's
cock. When she wasn't screaming, she was sucking and licking,
licking and sucking, and always stroking, stroking, stroking.
"Mmmphhh shhlluurrppp hhhmmpphhhh sshhhlliicckkk," Tiffany
answered with her mouth lunching on Shannon's honeypot. Consumed
with intense pleasure, Tiffany wedged her hand through her tight
pants and did her best to reach her own aching clit as she
fastened her lips around Shannon's button and suctioned for dear
life. Shannon went ballistic.
"OHHHHH!!!! UNNNGGH!!! OHH SHHHITTT!!! UH HUH! UH HUH! YESSS!
YESSS! SUCK!! OH YES!! HARD! SUCK HARD!! MMMMM FUCK YEEAH!! OH
TIFF! OH TIFF! SUCK IT SUCK IT SUCK IT SUCK IT SUCK IT SUCK
IT!!!"
The room filled with Shannon's echoing screams. She bucked and
jerked and shivered and shook as her thighs locked around
Tiffany's head and her juices fountained over Tiffany's lips.
Seizing the moment, Jonathan scuttled off the bed, mounted
Shannon from behind and drove his scintillating cock through the
wetness that his sister had just unleashed. His hands squeezed
against her smooth, slippery pantyhose, as the young man tunneled
his steely cock through her molten cunt, thrashing and thrusting
like a furious piston as his balls swung over his sister's face.
Not one to miss a golden opportunity, Tiffany brushed her tongue
against that hard- flapping ball sac. The angle was bad, but
Tiffany got a better idea. She sat up, spun around and grabbed
hold of Jonathan's ass. Her wet, wormy tongue made a home in the
rank greasy crevice of her brother's dirty asshole.
The deeper and faster Tiffany licked, the harder it was for
Jonathan to keep his rhythm. Shannon could barely stand the
mind-blowing pleasure as Jonathan ceaselessly delivered pump
after deep, driving pump with his surprisingly thick and rigid
cock.
"Ohh God, Johnny!" Shannon screamed. "I'm gonna cum again.
Keep fucking my pussy, Johnny! You're gonna make me cum! Yes!
Yes! Harder!! YES! OH YES!! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH GOD! FUCK ME
JOHNNY!! FUCK MEEEEE!!!"
And Jonathan did. He kept slamming and slamming, even as Tiffany
did her best to make him cum instantly with that fire-hot tongue
diddling his ticklish butthole.
When Shannon came the second time, Jonathan's tireless ram-rod
was the obvious reason. Her rapid convulsions shook the whole
bed as her head smacked the mattress and she tossed her curly
brown mane. She could barely make a sound, just squeals and
whimpers as the shocks kept coming over and over. As Jonathan
dislodged, she could do nothing but lie there and drip with her
own sweat.
Jonathan eyed his sister, as she knelt on the floor. Tiffany
could only smile and look on him with sibling pride. If she
looked hard enough, she could almost see Greg, with that same
masterful presence.
"I didn't forget," said her confident younger brother.
Tiffany blanked. "Forget what?"
"Rule number nine."
Tiffany smiled from ear to ear. Her hot mouth enveloped his cock
and greedily, sloppily, ecstatically sucked every drop of
Shannon's yummy pussy right off.
Jonathan called out at the top of his voice and launched one,
two, three, four, five shots of hot boiling cum straight down
Tiffany's throat. Tiffany cradled the shaft and nursed out every
single ounce. She patiently siphoned his fat seething balls,
draining them of any trace of that savory, intoxicating brew.
As the three of them slumped in a listless pile on Shannon's bed,
the sound of the horn blowing from outside didn't rouse them for
at least two minutes.
"Oh shit," Shannon said as she lurched from her stupor.
"Is that Ashley?" Jonathan said weakly.
"Must be," Tiffany answered. "God, look at us. We can't let
them see us like this."
"No kidding," Shannon said. "So what do we do?"
"I don't know," Tiffany said, with an anxious breath. "But we
better think of something."
To be continued...
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