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A Family of Love

By: poontangpatty



Hey! Now that I have your attention I should mention there are no anorexics or bulimics in this story. Don't leave! What I have for you is a true story. All characters in this story promised they were over the age of 18 at the time of this printing. All ideas are solely that of this author and not of anyone else so I'd be honored if you plagiarized me. 



"Are you ready son?" The man sat in the driver's seat of the rented U-haul truck. He was staring at his son who was trying not to look at him.

The nineteen year old kid in the passenger seat was examining the leaves on the tree outside the window like he could find the answers to life in them. "I guess dad. I'm excited, but I dunno. I've never been away from you and mom before."

"Stephen look at me." The man said sternly causing Stephen to jerk his head in his direction. "You'll be fine. It's only on the other side of town. This is college. This is where you learn how much alcohol you can handle. This is where you learn to perform a Boston Creampie on an unsuspecting Jewish girl."

It took a few seconds for Stephen to comprehend what he just heard, and in those few seconds a silent awkwardness permeated the enclosed truck cabin. "Wait what?" Stephen shouted to break the silence. "You told me my entire life never to drink alcohol, and never to perform a Boston Creampie on Jewish girls. You told me only Catholics get a Boston Creampie."

The man shrugged. "Yeah, but this is college. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Before I go on, you can't tell your mom we had this conversation." The man waited for his son's approval. Stephen nodded in agreement. "Good. Now this will be the best four to six years depending on how little you apply yourself of your life. You must live these years without regret. If there is something you want to do, do it. You will never have these kinds of opportunities again. If that means cheating on your girlfriend for that hot cheerleader, do it."

Stephen's eyes bulged. "Did you just say I could cheat on my nonexistent girlfriend?"

"No. That would be wrong. I'm just saying don't live the rest of your life wondering what if I had fucked that hot chick down the hall? What if?"

Stephen had never heard his dad use this kind of language before. "You dropped an F bomb!"

"You're not six anymore Stephen. On the flipside of living without regret, regret also comes in the shape of Syphilis for the rest of your life as well. If you do get it, don't spread it. See a doctor. They have wonderful medicine these days."

"Dad you're weirding me out." Stephen started to look out the window again. 

The man put the truck in drive and started to pull out. "Dad what are you doing? We still have to unpack. We just got here."

The man stopped the truck. "Oh yeah, I forgot. Oh wow. I probably should have saved that talk for the end huh?"

"Yeah. Probably." Stephen opened the door and walked to the back to open the sliding back door. 

They unpacked in silence, and when they were done his dorm room looked nearly like his room back at home. His parents sprang the extra money for the single dorm, and he was glad for the privacy. Stephen's dad hung around with his hands in his pockets looking confused.

"Thanks dad, you want me to walk you out to your car?" Stephen opened his door to the hallway.

"Yeah thanks." His dad quickly exited the room and started walking in silence again down the bland white brick hallway. 

Once they were outside Stephen's dad opened the U-Haul door and tried to think of something to say. "I'm not very good at good-byes son."

"Dad like you said it's just across town. I'm going to be coming over for dinner next weekend."

"I know, but still. Listen Stephen, I want you to know you can call me James now that you're not a kid anymore." James still had his hands in his pocket and looked like an eight year old asking a girl to check yes or no in the box asking if she liked him or not.

"You will always be my dad, Dad." Stephen tightly hugged his dad around the waist. "I love you!" He loudly whispered into his dad's chest. 

James held his arms out awkwardly for a few seconds before stiffly folding his arms around his son as if he had a toxic chemical in his shirt. "I lo... I lo.. I really think you're swell son." God why'd I raise such a fucking faggot? He thought to himself. 

Stephen skipped back to his dorm singing the latest Katy Perry song in his head. When he entered his hallway which was not very long as there were only about fifteen rooms, he saw a blonde head appearing out of the room next to his. The blonde hair turned into a beautiful round face with crystal blue eyes. Then a gorgeous slender neck with the tendons around her trachea bulging out so sexily from her collarbone to her chin appeared. Stephen almost pitched a tent in his pants with his penis being the pole to hold the tent up. He was unabashedly a neck man. He would often cut out the necks of Redbook magazine models, and post them in a notebook that he kept under his bed. He was also more normally, a big tit man, and this beautiful young girl stepping out of her dorm room definitely fit the large breast category. They were easily 32B cups, which were the biggest size he had ever seen. His view of bra sizes was a little skewed because the only bra size he had ever seen was his mom's bra while putting up her laundry one day when he was twelve. He had heard rumors in magazines of C cups and even D cups but he just counted them as fantasies. Stephen suddenly shook himself to make sure he was actually awake because now there was a beautiful five foot four inch and probably 120lb college coed was smiling at him and waving. Stephen eagerly waved back like he was the retarded kid everyone pretended was sweet waving at the local news anchor hosting the meet a celebrity day at the town grocery store. He felt something smack into his back hard enough to nearly push him off his feet.

"Oh sorry! I wasn't paying attention. Are you ok?" A broad shouldered white male with dazzling white teeth smiled at Stephen and helped keep him from falling over. His hands were large and felt rough when they grabbed Stephen's small biceps. 

"Yeah. Thanks." Stephen said shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. Then the dashing gentleman was walking towards the sexy coed Stephen had been ogling over. She was laughing when she hugged him hello, and then she smacked him on his chest when the embrace was over. Stephen over heard her calling the guy a jerk for knocking the freshman over, and he shrugged, said he felt bad, but he just never saw the guy. Stephen wanted to be angry at the guy for embarrassing him, but he was so nice about it, and by golly he had a great looking neck. Oh my God, Stephen thought at nearly the same time. She wasn't waving at me. I'm such a fool. He felt his face go flush, and he stormed into his room embarrassed beyond belief. As he lay on his bed trying to calm himself down and figure out a way to avoid the girl and her boyfriend next door for the next year he thought he heard some commotion going on through the paper thin walls. There was a bang against the wall, and some mumbling. Were they fighting? Then there was a very distinct female moan muffled through the drywall. It was the same moan he heard his mom make when he listened through his parent's room. Suddenly there was a noise he'd never heard his mom make in the heat of passion and it sounded like a dying hyena. The volume increased and so did the frequency of the jungle animal cries. A water buffalo grunt pierced Stephen's ears. Something that sounded like pig squeals accompanied by what sounded like several bowling balls being dropped. What are they doing in there? Fucking, his conscience teased. No shit, but it doesn't sound like sex. It sounds like two raccoons gang raping an obese armadillo. Stephen pulled the pillow around his head and tried to take a nap. 

James returned the U-haul truck and was driving home in a much smaller Toyota Camry. His thoughts kept coming back to his own college days, and it was this he was daydreaming about when he pulled into the driveway. The cute little blonde neighbor was washing her car again. It was a purple VW beetle, not that he ever even knew the car was there. All he saw as he sat with head turned awkwardly to the right with a little drool running down his chin was the yellow bikini struggling to hold in the beautiful tight well formed melon sized tits. If he strained hard he thought he could see the swell of her cameltoe when she bent over to rinse out the sponge. Why didn't his son tap that ass and video tape it? He would jerk off to that tape even if it did involve seeing his son's cock. He would be able to work through that little problem if it meant watching that gorgeous piece of work bounce up and down on a meat pole. I bet she gives great head, he thought lustfully.

"Hey how'd it go?" Came a shout and a knock on the car window. James jumped so high he almost hit his head on the ceiling of the late model Camry. There was a thumping in his chest that rattled his ribs. He could feel his pulse thumping in his neck. Oh dear God that scared me, he thought as he rolled the window down. 

"Hey!" He replied sweetly to his wife who leaned in to give him a kiss. For being forty-eight years old she kept herself together very well. She had freckles running along her slightly tanned skin harkening back to her Greek heritage. Her hair was a deep Auburn brown which matched her swirling brown eyes. She never wore mascara which made her thick black eyelashes even more impressive and her deep pink lips stand out more seductively than the fake bright red of lipstick. All of his golfing buddies told him he had a looker on his hands, but all he saw was his plain Jane wife. 

"So how did dropping off Stephen go?" Jane repeated her question excitedly.

"Good. Good. I think he'll do great." James started to get out of the driver's seat, but felt his boner rub against his kahkis and he returned back to the seat waiting for it to go away.

"Well come inside and tell me about it!" Jane chirped cheerily. 

James still felt his dick pulsing in his pants, and he knew he was in a predicament. He didn't mind telling his wife he had a drunken Injun acting like it was a Saturday night at the reservation's bingo hall in his Chinos, he just didn't want to have to explain what gave him the wacky waving inflatable flailing arm man. Thirty years ago, his creepy old uncle with the missing tooth who crawled out of the trailer by the swamp told him about thirty minutes before he got married that for every girl as beautiful as Jane was somewhere that was a guy tired of knocking the bottom out of her. At the time he shook it off as just the whippets his Uncle Tom was doing, but now he saw the clarity of that statement. So he stared at his wife's tits and felt his boner residing. After a few seconds his pecker returned to looking like the smashed Gecko his mom accidently dropped the toaster oven on when he was kid. He didn't know why his flaccid penis reminded him of that, but he did remember his mom screaming a lot that day, and it was the same scream she made when he was in high school and she caught him masturbating to one of her Better Homes and Gardens magazines so maybe that scream was more of the coinciding image than anything else. 

Jane gave him a hug when he stood up and he spun the hug around pretending like they were dancing so he could get one last look at the pretty blonde girl in the bikini. When Jane broke the hug it broke his tunnel vision on the cock tease next door and he noticed every dad and older guy on the street was standing in their driveway staring at her like a strange pedophilic lineup at a police station. Pete, a few houses down was throwing the baseball with his six year old son, but he wasn't playing catch he was staring at the blonde in the bikini. His son was saying something to him with the ball in his hand, but Pete just had this glaze covering his eyes. That cheapened the thrill for James so he turned back to his smiling wife and walked back to the house. 

"Hey daddy!" Kerry squealed from the living room as James and Jane walked in. 

"Hey." James returned the greeting, and sat on the couch next to her. Maybe Kerry could fuck the blonde next door. It would avoid the cock problem. Kerry's never even showed an interest in girls though. James sighed. Why is it so hard to jerk off to a video of one of your kids having sex with the next door neighbor's hot daughter? 

"Stephen going to be ok? He's such a dork. I hope he doesn't become completely retarded." Kerry said in between sips of her soda. 

"Yeah. He'll be fine. Don't you have work?" James asked unintentionally changing the subject.

Kerry huffed. "No dad the cheerleading squad practiced yesterday. It's their off day."

"Aren't you twenty-eight with a master's degree in molecular engineering? When are you going to use that Georgia Tech education and get a real job?" Why am I being so angry towards her? Because she won't fuck the neighbor is why, he thought. He watched her lips open and clamp down on the soda can, those were some nice dick sucking lips. Then he scanned down to her cleavage in her loose fitting tank top. The front bulged out so he was able to see all the way to her bra. God I bet those tits would look great on tape, especially if I did a close up of Blondie sucking on her hardened nipples. Then I could pan back as Blondie seductively starts to finger Kerry. Maybe a good fan wipe transition to them sixty-nining. God, I'm horny now. 

"My minor is urban dance! I am using my education. Molecular engineering was just a fall back. We've been over this! You don't you ever pay attention to me?" Kerry crossed her arms across her chest and ruined the show she was giving James. 

James sighed. An Egyptian revolution started to brew in his pants. He made eye contact with Jane who instantly recognized the look he was giving her. She smiled at him.

"Are you tired James? Maybe we should take a nap." She tried to be discreet considering her daughter was in the same room. James winked back with a smile on his face. Even though he didn't think his wife was much to look at, she was still a good lay. 

"Oh my God! Are you guys going to have sex again? Jesus Christ, I'm right here! I hate you guys!" Kerry shrieked, but neither of her parents paid her any attention.

"Get your own place then." James replied standing up. He was so horny he didn't care about the meat taco filler showing through his pants.

"DAD!" Kerry screamed. "Put that away!" She pointed at it like she was pointing out a car wreck to one of her friends.

James turned to face his immature daughter. "Kerry. You're not twelve. I have a hard on. I'm going to make sweet love to your mother. You don't like it, leave." 

Jane was shocked at his bluntness, but she liked it when he took control of situations. It was getting rarer and rarer for him as he got older, but she was really turned on now. She grabbed his hand and giggled as they climbed the stairs up to their bedroom.

As soon as they made it into the bedroom they started ripping each others clothes off. In his hurry James popped a button off of Jane's blouse. 

"Oh dang it." Jane groaned. "Maybe I should take this off. I'd like to wear it to work with that pencil skirt next week." Jane slapped his hand off her other buttons and started unbuttoning her blouse. James unbuttoned his own shirt and threw it on the bed. "Oh no, put those over there so I can wash them later tonight." Jane said as she took her earrings off. She picked up his shirt and folded it with her blouse, and put it on the cedar chest on the wall by the door. James was still excited so he didn't let this mood killer distract him. With all of their clothes off, they stood in front of each other in their underwear. They giggled and then embraced each other with a passionate kiss. This stirred James' Florida palm tree again, and attempted to unhook her bra. He failed miserably and started to get frustrated. Jane pulled back. "You always screw this up. You're not breaking another bra. These things are expensive." She sounded frustrated too. "You'd think after thirty years, you'd figure it out, but you're worse than a twelve year old." She took her slid her bra off and put it next to their other clothes.

James pinched his mouth tight. "There's a hook and it's small. I have these large hands. I'm sorry." 

"No it's fine. I'm sorry. I just... you just..." Her sentence trailed off. 

James started to help her with her white cotton whole butt briefs, but she slapped his hands away and took them off herself. James liked taking women's clothes off, so this bothered him greatly. He felt a tightness developing in his chest. All of her wrinkles and flab was on display. No wonder we have only had sex in the dark lately, he felt unsatisfied at what was in front of him. Her tits in her bra were large and firm, but outside that amazing piece of fabric it was clear the bra was doing all the work. Her milk makers dangled against her ribcage. Her bush was starting to grey, which James didn't even think was possible, but yet here he was staring at a salt and pepper bush. I wish she would just shave it. I bet Blondie and Kerry shave. Then his mind wandered to filming the two of them shaving each other. They would be laughing and throwing shaving cream on each other. James would pan left to right as they rubbed shaving cream on each other's tits with a razor in each hand. He knew girls rubbing shaving cream on each other's tits made no sense, but he was sure there was a market out there for it. Then he would cut in tight to Blondie slowly and seductively dragging the razor against the outside of his daughter's labia. That's your daughter's cunt fuckhead! He shook his head to get the image out. Swallow it, you're about to get laid, he reminded himself. Jane smiled again, but it looked forced as she came over and put her hands through the slit in his boxers. Once she grabbed onto his totem pole, all of his anger diminished to a slow burn. There was a larger fire growing now that needed to be taken care of. Jane dropped to her knees with her brown curly hair only inches from his human hotdog, bun length of course. Oh I haven't had a good blowjob in months. Come and suck it clean sweetie. 

"Wait did you shower since you've been home?" Jane looked up still grasping onto his cock with his helmet only inches from her lips.

"Of course! It's clean and pure for you!" He forgot about her thing for cleanliness.

"You smell like sweat. I can't kiss that." She shook her head and started to rise up, but James pushed her shoulders down. 

"Of course you can!" Don't do this to me bitch.

"No. I can't. It's disgusting." And she rose up against his will. "I don't want you getting me dirty by laying on me, so I'm going to face the other way leaning over the bed." Jane was telling herself more than James where she was going to be as she bent over with her elbows propping her up. Her ass stood high in the air waiting for James. 

James sighed. Here he was again, doing it doggystyle over the edge of their bed for like the eighth time in a row. Still, he had a raging rock garden to take care of, so he pushed his cock deep into her vagina. It was amazingly still wet, and he clenched his ass cheeks tight as he drove it in further. Jane let out a little moan as he started thrusting.

He grabbed her love handles which wasn't hard to do because they stuck out like the side of a tire wrapped around a tree, and used them as leverage to pull her close as he thrust forward. "Oh yes. That is it. Do it to me baby." Jane droned in a monotonous voice, like she was reading lines from a script. Wow. I must really be giving it to her, Jams thought. I haven't heard her be this vocal since that time we did it doggystyle with her leaning over the dryer in the laundry room. "Yes. I love to feel you. I wish I could feel you more." There was an amateur rendition of Othello at the local community playhouse that had more passion than what Jane sounded like. James however, did not know there was better lovemaking out there, because he had never pleasured any other woman other than Jane. He thought this was as good as it got.


A Family of Love



Kerry sat on the couch staring at a blank television. She could hear her parents clearly through the thin drywall of the house. She still sat with her arms crossed over her chest and her lips were clenched into a thin line on her face. They are the absolute two worst people at having sex, she thought. I really need to get my own place, but how am I supposed to save up for my trip to Iran to protest the role of women in the government if I'm paying $1600 in rent? I really need to show President Ahmadinejad that women need a stronger representation in government by holding peaceful protests and singing songs of the Indigo Girls. That will be just what is needed to change Iran. She felt confident with herself, and excited to be changing the world. So I'm just going to suck it up here, and when I get back from Iran I'm going to move out. Then she giggled at the saying suck it up. She clicked the remote on now because she couldn't bear to listen to her mother lifelessly getting her hole plugged by her dad. She rolled her eyes as she heard her mother give out yet another terrible sex line of "Yes. I love to feel warm things James. Give me something warm I can cook something up in my love oven." 

Stephen's first week went by well enough. He made a couple of friends in his classes, and a couple of the guys had invited him to play on their flag football team. Stephen had never played flag football, or any sport for that matter, but he knew he needed friends so he said yes. Now he had to research how to play flag football. So he went to the school library and sat down on one of the internet computers. He knew he could have gone back to his dorm room, but he really didn't want to hear his neighbor having sexual relations right now. Plus, he had heard chicks liked going to libraries and picking up guys. He couldn't remember where he read it from, but he was positive it was a reliable source. He opened up AskJeeves.com his favorite search engine, and typed in "How do I play flag football?" The results came back with a lot of great websites about rules. After getting the general idea down he saw an article about the football uniforms. He knew if he needed images he would have to go to Altavista.com so he switched search engines. After typing in great looking football uniforms he was bombarded by women in short cutoff shirts and tight daisy duke shorts holding footballs. Some even had the lurid posture of sticking their finger in their mouth and winking in his general direction. Oh my God, how do they allow this on the internet? The parental controls must not be set high enough, he thought. So he went to adjust them, but an error message popped up saying he needed to be an administrator. Stephen quickly switched back to the web page search, and took a second to cool himself down. As his breathing slowed down from seeing such provocative material, he regained his composure. Remember what mom said, the nude female form is only for her husband's eyes at night with the lights off and under covers. So he started looking up uniform ideas, but his mind was distracted by the images he saw. Some of those women's breasts were huge! He could see their entire stomach! And the necks! Oh my! In his daze he clicked on a link entitled "How to perform the St. Louis football slide with your girlfriend in her favorite Tom Brady uniform." 

What Stephen witnessed next burned a hole so deep and so permanent into his psyche that forty years later he will be playing operation with his grandchildren. It will be his turn to pull the plastic heart out of the operation man and he will have a flashback to this very website. Stephen will freeze, and a glaze will form over his eyes. One of his children will think his Alzheimers is acting up and his daughter will tell the grandkids Grandpa needs a nap. Stephen will grab his daughter's arm with surprising strength as she tries to lift him up out of the rocking chair. His eyes will blaze with lucidity as he whispers to his loving daughter only two words. "Ero Guro" 

Stephen quickly closed the window in disgust. His pulse was racing and he felt the vein in his forehead thumping hard enough to make his eyes hurt. Who would allow something like this on the internet? What kind of school is this that has such grotesque things? With his head in a toilet bowl swirl he dizzily walked towards the exit of the library. He never saw the red headed freckle faced girl also walking with her head down holding some very large textbooks. They banged shoulders together causing both of them to spin away from each other. The textbooks flew into the air crashing loudly in the quiet room. 

"Mutha Fucka that hurt. Shit now I have to pick these books up all up again." The thin framed girl mumbled, and then looked up at Stephen with a flare burning in her pupils. "Watch where you're fucking going!" She growled to a shocked Stephen.

"Sorry I just. Sorry." He really didn't want to explain why he wasn't paying attention.

When the girl saw Stephen's confused and awkward facial expression, her face softened allowing the startling blue eyes to shine. "It's ok. Listen it was an accident. How about after you get done picking my books up for me, you make it up to me by taking me out to the Naughty Nectarine? Voted the city's best double entendre bar." She smiled waiting for his response. 

Stephen didn't wait for her to finish before he answered confidently. "No. I have to go." And then he was off, bolting for the exit. When he made it outside the door and the warm fall air hit his face, his run slowed to a walk. Then the walk turned into a pause. The pause turned into him standing in the middle of the sidewalk just staring at nothing in particular. Oh darn. I messed that up didn't? She asked me on a date didn't she? He ran back into the library, but she was already gone.

It was after cheerleading practice a couple of days after Stephen learned a valuable lesson on what not to do when he bumps into a girl at the library. Kerry and her friend Stephanie were staring at a naked black man sitting on a chair in the middle of their dance studio. Kerry pulled her hair back in a pony tail I can do this. I have to figure out how to like this. So she kneeled down in front of the man's legs and breathed deeply.

"Why are you forcing yourself through this Kerry?" Stephanie said while making sure none of her fingernails were broken.

"Shut up." Kerry shot back as she put the flaccid black licorice in her mouth and tried to suck on it. After a few pulls and tugs she pulled her head back. "I can't do this."

"It would also help if you did it on a straight man." The black guy said with the lisp only a gay backup dancer can have. 

"Why would I want some excited immature boy shooting his creamsauce all down the back of my throat?" Kerry didn't get where Shaquan was going with this.

"Because it's easier to suck a cock that is hard. It takes on a different texture and feeling all together. And if you can't handle swallowing a million little men then you need to stop fooling yourself and just admit you're a lesbian, girlfriend." Shaquan flicked his wrist at her when he finished. 

"Come on don't you want some of this instead of that gawd awful thing that represents the years of female repression and all that is wrong with a male dominated society?" Stephanie beckoned as pulled her spandex workout pants down exposing her stunningly beautiful bright pink vagina. Just above her vagina was pubic hair neatly trimmed in the shape of a landing strip. It was already glistening, begging for Kerry's tongue to rub itself along the folds of warm flesh. 

"Yes. God I want to touch that in a loving and equally representative way that makes both of us feel good about each other without the other being neglected, but my dad would kill me if he found out I was a lesbian." Kerry bit her lip, and continued to stare at the beautiful pussy as Stephanie pulled her pants out from under her and lay down on the wooden floor with her vagina pointed directly at Kerry and Shaquan.

"Well you better decide what you are going to do soon, cause you're twenty-eight years old. You can do who you want." Shaquan said as pulled his pants up. "I'm going to let you two get at that, and I do not know how you ladies find that attractive. It always looks like a butcher put a bulldog through a meat grinder to me."

Stephanie gave him the finger without looking up, and then pointed at her vagina beckoning for Kerry. She obliged by crawling from her kneeling position to Stephanie, and putting her face only inches from the nicely trimmed fish taco. She inhaled deeply the mixture of hot sweat, old boat houses, and a slight tinge of paprika. Then she stuck her tongue out and guided it towards the blossoming flower in front her. The over head light of the dance studio caught the clear liquid seeping out of the fleshy folds like raindrops on a rose after an early morning shower. Kerry smiled as she dug her tongue into the slit. The twitch in Stephanie's legs only made her dig harder like her tongue was a small wet penis. Then she brought it out and licked up the slit pushing the two outer lips apart until she found the clitoris nestled in the hood of Stephanie's beautiful pink mound. Stephanie moaned loudly as Kerry suckled on the now swelling nub of cartilage like it was a teat and she was a hungry babe. 

One of the things Kerry liked about women is that they knew all the right buttons to push when it came to sexual pleasure. Men, boys especially, were all about ramming their fucksticks in her so fast and hard they didn't even care what her name was. She thought they were interested in her, but all they wanted was to cum on her ass, pat her on the head, and leave. Then, as a senior in high school, she met a much older woman named Catherine who showed her what it was like to be tickled, and more importantly to feel what it was like to love and be loved. One time Catherine took one of the younger girls with Kerry and at first Kerry was angry and hurt because Kerry wanted Catherine all to herself. However, Catherine told her she needed to know what it was like to be with someone her own age while she watched. As it turned out later, the younger girl was fifteen and Catherine was forty-eight, and it took some explaining even to a seventeen year old Kerry why her mentor was going to jail. 

None of these memories were running through Kerry's head as she lapped at the baby producer. What was going through her head was the satisfaction of giving her lover a mind blowing orgasm. Kerry felt the ripples start tensing around her index finger which was shoved up Stephanie's canal. Then the ripples cascaded up her pelvic bone and her hips shook against Kerry's lips. The ripples turned to waves as her chest rocked back and forth slamming against the wooden floor. Finally the waves dissipated as Stephanie's eyelids fluttered open and close. When the shaking stopped, Kerry wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and crawled up to face Stephanie who had a wry smile on her face. 

"Thank you." Stephanie cooed into Kerry's ear.

"I'm glad I made you happy." Kerry nibbled back on Stephanie's ear.

"I'm glad you're the kind of girl who can find happiness in helping someone else out without worrying about your own selfish needs." Stephanie replied while getting up, and started putting her spandex pants back on.

"So are we done for tonight?" Kerry thought maybe she would return the favor.

"Yeah. You made me happy, and I'm glad I was able to make you happy for helping me be happy. You are happy aren't you?" Stephanie gave Kerry a condescending look almost making any disagreement impossible.

"Well. Yeah. Of course I'm happy!" Kerry replied sweetly.

"Good! Well I'll see you tomorrow then!" Stephanie said kissing Kerry on the cheek and disappeared out the door.

Oh well, I guess I'll just give my self the two finger salute, Kerry thought as she put her hand down her soffe shorts, and slid her two fingers in between the sticky wet folds of her labia.

James had video taped many things having sex. Dogs, hamsters, Praying Mantis's. He didn't do it for the sexual aspect which he thought was gross, but he did it to work his angles and camera lighting right. For a little while he tried the Cloverfield approach, and acted like he was sneaking up on women showering through their windows. He would search for days for a house to leave a window open, and then it would take another two to three days for him to actually get a shot of a woman changing or showering. He found it time consuming, and impossible to get a good cinematic shot through blinds. There was also the problem of the nosy neighbor who called the cops on him. After spending a night in the woods hiding from police flashlights, and praying to God he didn't get caught he decided that was too tough. It was only later after some searching on the internet did he find out the supposed candid voyeur websites were all staged. So now he had to figure out a way to get his daughter to have sex with another woman, and allow him to film it. The first part he figured would be easy if his April 17, 1989 issue of Playboy was any guideline to follow, it was the second part that would be tough. Then as he was watching one of her old cheerleading home videos from high school, an idea struck him like a bolt of lighting.

I need to get the cheerleading girls together, and film one of their practices. When practice is over then I'll make my move. If I stage the practice at home, and have the blondie from next door come by maybe then I'll get them all together. I'm sure she is or was a cheerleader herself and would love to help them out. In his head all the puzzle pieces were fitting together perfectly, and he smiled to himself. Then he waited for his daughter to come home to implement his plan. She came home about an hour later.

"Hey Kerry!" He exclaimed all too happily as he opened the front door for her.

"Hey dad. You sure are in a good mood." She replied a little confused by his demeanor 

"So, how are things?" He asked helping take off her purse and putting it on the table next to the door.

"Good. Why are you acting so weird?" She furrowed her brow trying to figure out what his angle was.

"Well, I know I upset you were yesterday about me not listening to you and not taking your cheerleading career more seriously, even though you do have a master's degree in a field that could easily fetch six figures, thus getting you out of the house. However, I am willing to make amends and have your team practice here, and I will film it for competitions and whoever would need a good dance group." James started to stumble due to nervousness, but he fought through it.

"You mean you would send our tape out to music video producers, film studios and retirement homes so we can generate some income, and get our name out there so the Westchester High School All Girls and One Gay Boy's Purple Chuckwalla Dance and Cheer Team WHSAGOGBPCDCT for short can go national?" Kerry's eyes widened to the size of coffee cup plates. 

James didn't answer immediately because he was still trying to figure out how to pronounce the acronym she just used. It came out sounding like a Ukrainian stripper's name. Then he saw Kerry was anxiously waiting for a response. "Yes sweetie that is exactly right!" 

"Go Purple Chuckwallas!" She squealed, and then hugged her dad tight. James felt the supple tit flesh squish against his chest. Oh dear God, he prayed, please let my plan go through. I pray to you please let me be able to film my daughter having lesbian sex. 

"So, when do you want to do this here thing?" James started to stumble over his words again.

Kerry tightened her lips into an almost invisible line. "Dad you seem to be in a pretty good mood, and you seem like you want to repair our relationship. I hope what I'm about to say next can be a building block towards a productive father daughter relationship." Kerry took a deep breath to prepare herself. Her father stared at her with a dumb look on his face, poor guy had no idea the bomb shell she was about to drop on him. "I'm lesbian." 

James' jaw dropped, and stayed open like it was a cash register the clerk forgot to close. Did I hear her right? Yes I did, I'm a lesbian. He let the words roll over his tongue, and he loved the deliciousness of the taste of the sentence in his mouth. Thank you God. I will go to church forever now. How do I work this to my advantage? Then another puzzle piece fell into place. A stern grimace appeared over his face which Kerry did not like. "You're lying to me."

Kerry was expecting this kind of response. "No I'm not dad. I've been a lesbian since high school. I can't stand boys. They are gross and nothing but sexist pigs meant to step on women's necks any chance they get." Stay strong, she could imagine Shaquan and Stephanie standing next to her.

"Prove it to me." Her dad said simply.

"What?" This was not what Kerry was expecting.

"I don't believe you are really a lesbian. I want you to prove it to me." 

"What? How do I prove I'm lesbian?" Kerry thought of one way to prove it, but no way was her dad thinking of that.

He shrugged as if he didn't already know how he was going to get her to prove it. "I dunno, what do lesbians do behind closed doors?" He was playing the dumb old fashioned father role now.

"Uh, same thing heterosexual couples do. We have sex." Kerry was even more confused. Was her father really this dense?

"Fine. Let me see your lesbian sex so you can prove to me you're lesbian, and I won't tell your mother about your abhorred mental condition." 

"What does abhorred mean?" Kerry in her shock of how the conversation was spiraling out of control clung on to something as a defense mechanism to keep herself from thinking about what her father wanted her to do.

James ignored her. "I won't tell your mother yet, because she will flip out. You know how much she hates crippled children right?"

"Yes." Kerry huffed out a response, and then used her best Jane imitation as mimicry. "Crippled children are propaganda by the wheelchair companies to stay in business. If they got rid of all crippled children the evil corporations wouldn't be able to keep selling us cancer causing products to keep hardworking Americans suckling on the teat of Jazzy Electric Wheelchair Company." 

"Well she thinks dykes run Jazzy Electric Wheelchair Company." 

"Oh." Her voice was soft and realizing the danger of telling her mother, her chest deflated and it felt like the wind was knocked out of her.

"Well, you do this for me, and we'll tell your mother in a way that she'll like your life choice." James had thrown the hook out, now he just had to see if there was a bite at the end of the line.

Kerry sighed. "Ok. I'll bring my girlfriend over, and we'll sixty-nine for you, if that's what you want to prove I'm a lesbian." The fish had bit hard on the bait now just to reel it in. 

James' mouth dropped open again, but he quickly used his hand to close it back up. Stay calm James, he thought. This is your big cinematic moment, don't blow it. "Ok. Bring her over in two weeks with the cheer squad, and you can show me after the filming." Now the fish was flopping on the boat deck dying a slow death of suffocation. 

"DAD! Why is that showing again?" She had dropped her head down and caught sight of something pressing against the zipper of her dad's jeans. She knew it was his women's rights repression stick, but why was it so big? 

James looked down and his face instantly turned red. "You don't tell your mom that I got a hard on thinking about you carpet munching another girl and I won't tell your mom you're a dyke." He pointed his finger in her face to make his point.

Kerry rolled her eyes, "Fine." My dad is so weird. I wonder if other families have these kinds of conversations. Then her eyes drifted back to his pants. That thing is much bigger than any other penis she had ever seen. There was a dampness growing in her crotch now. What? Why are you getting wet? I just told my dad I was a lesbian, and now you want to get wet over a stiff prick? She scolded her vagina. She shook the image out of her head, but it kept creeping back in like a teenage boy playing the "just the tip" game with a virgin on prom night.




A Family of Love



The two of them stood across from each other awkwardly now. Neither knew what to do or say to be able to leave.

"Well I'm going to go this way." James stuttered pointing towards the garage door. 

"Ok. I'm going to go this way." Kerry responded likewise pointing in the general direction of a wall. 

They bumped into each other and James' fresh graveyard zombie (because it had just risen from the dead) brushed by Kerry's spandex thigh and firm round ass. An electrical current sparked through James and his penis jumped with life. His penis was blinded by the jeans cage so it was wildly stabbing at anything remotely feeling like a vagina, because let's face it penis's aren't very smart.

Kerry blushed as her father's suffrage stopper slid across her backside. That actually felt kinda good, even if it is old man penis. Your dad's penis! Her conscience yelled back. Oh yeah, she nodded in agreement. Dad penis is gross.

They went their separate ways with James going into the garage and Kerry slowly walking towards a wall because she had no where else to go.

Out of sheer luck Stephen met the red headed freckle faced girl again at a Ginger Mixer run by one of the local fraternities. At first Stephen walked around the frat house in a daze from all the beautiful women standing around. They were all red headed, but he could tell some of them were wigs because the girls actually looked trustworthy. His mother told him not to trust red heads because they would make him fall in love and have several children then after eighteen years of blissful marriage a red head would leave him with no warning, because they were tricksters. Still he couldn't help himself, he had to find the freckle face girl again. 

There she was dancing with some large black guy. He had dyed his hair red for the occasion. The guy had to have been 6'4" 240lbs of solid muscle. Stephen swallowed hard, and prayed he wouldn't get his ass kicked all over town. 

"Excuse me, may I cut in?" Stephen's voice was barely over a whisper, and the trembling in his voice made him sound like he was a teen age boy whose voice dropped in the middle of reading out loud a Robert Frost poem in 7th grade English class. 

The massive black guy whipped around quickly and Stephen saw everyone one of his large bicep muscles ripple. Oh Golly. This is how I die. Stephen squeezed his eyes shut.

"Oh yeah sure man. I don't want to cause any problems." The black man backed away and nearly shoved the lovely little red head into him. The black man mouthed out the words THANK YOU and quickly left.

"Hi!" Stephen tried to not sound scared.

"Fuckin A," was the girl's response as she brushed down her short black cocktail dress. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm the guy who knocked your textbooks over in the library. I wanted to say sorry for running out so fast on you." He stammered.

"Fucking right. You left me for a fool. Are you coming to apologize? And where were you going in such a hurry you couldn't answer me?" She raised one eyebrow questioningly.

The questions came at Stephen like gunfire. "I thought I already apologized, but I'll do it again. I am deeply sorry I left you. I would love to take you to dinner to make up for my mistake. And to answer your second question I saw something hideous on the internet."

The girl ignored his first response. "What was so hideous it made you want to skip on out on a hot piece of ass?"

"Some sort of weird Japanese porn. I wasn't looking at it, just it was there." Stephen started to feel sheepish.

"We've all been down that road before haven't we?" She nodded as if she had just been looking at Ero Guro herself. "Ok. Pick me up tomorrow at 3735 Altocalciphilia Ave around 8pm. You're apologizing so you're paying." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked off.

"Hey what's your name?" He called out to her through the crowded room. 

"Shawna. Shawna fucking Blumenkranzsteinson." She yelled back.

Stephen was taken back by her name. Wow. What are the odds we'd have the same last name? Different middle names though, but still small world, he thought

Kerry picked the phone up and dialed the number for Stephen's dorm room. It rang twice, and she thought about hanging up, but he picked up on the third ring. 

"Hey little man!" She said her usual greeting.

"Hey big girl!" He replied with his usual greeting. "So what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"Are you sitting down? This is big news." 

James looked around. "No, I'm standing."

"Well." Then Kerry paused at his stupid remark. "Then sit down, idiot." 

"Ok!" Stephen replied cheerily sitting on his bed.

"Well, ok. You know how I haven't really had any boyfriends lately right?" 

"Yeap." 

"Well, I'm lesbian." She waited for his shocked response.

"Yeah I kinda knew that." He replied sounding bored.

"What? How'd you know?" She was furious he knew and never told her.

"You listen to Ani Difranco. You cheered when Ellen Degeneres came out on her show. And I read your diary one time when you were sleeping. That was really what confirmed it."

"You read my diary?!?!?!" She was shocked and furious.

"Oh yeah. I used to read it like every day. But don't worry I haven't done that in a long time. Plus your secrets are safe with me. Saggy sis."

Kerry's mind was swirling. Stay on track. How can I stay on track when I found out my brother has been invading my privacy? Well you have something else to ask him. Ok conscience, just let me ask him this first then I'll get back to what's at hand. "How long ago are we talking about?" 

"Oh jeez." Stephen was thinking hard. "Gosh forever now. So man I would have to say" he paused before continuing "I'd have to say last week, like when dad dropped me off for college. I think the last time was the night before."

Kerry gripped the phone so hard her knuckles turned white as she stared at the receiver. Calm down. It's in the past. "Well I have something to ask you. Brother. I'm not joking or trying to pull a prank on you when I ask you this. But I told dad. He was kinda weird about it." She didn't think she was ready to tell anybody what he was proposing she do. "Anyway, I want to make sure I'm lesbian before I go telling mom and proving it to dad. So, can I come over say next weekend, and make sure I'm lesbian?"

"Uh," Stephen paused. How do I make sure she's lesbian? "Sure, but you should really read over your diary again. Especially early fall after you got out of college. That is what I dubbed the blue period for your lost wandering into the meaning of a relationship. That was when you really learned what you wanted in a relationship, and none of it included men. I can say according to your red period as I call it for your anger towards preconceived notions of love and trying to dissolve yourself from love itself. It was about two years after college that was when you truly became lesbian, once you realized you didn't need a man to make you happy."

Kerry banged the phone into the pillow of her bed several times while she screamed silently at her little brother. Her knuckles were still white and she could hear the cracking of the plastic frame. She took a deep breath to calm her rage. "Ok. Thanks. I'll be over next weekend." 

"Sure. I'm supposed to go home for the weekend, so let mom and dad know you're coming over here instead. I can't wait! I love you sis." He said mocking her. He knew what he did to her and loved it in a torturous way only little brothers can appreciate.

"I fucking hate your guts." Yet, I still need you. She slammed the phone down on the cradle

James sipped lemonade while sitting in a lawn chair. Right now he was staring through the cracks of the fence with binoculars trying to make out the shape of the blondie next door. There was still a smell of fresh cut grass in the air, so he figured he had about an hour before Jane came looking for him wondering why he was still out here if the lawn was already mowed. From what he could tell Blondie was laying face down with her striped bikini clad ass stuck up in the air. Maybe I can move in closer, he thought. She can't see me.

So he crept up to the six foot privacy fence, and had a dilemma. James stood on a good day at 5'9". However a crisis was averted when he found an unused flower pot. He flipped it over and stood on it. It wobbled but held firm. Now his head was well over the fence and he was able to rest his chin on the top. She was in fact lying out on a towel trying to catch the last rays of the fading fall before winter. Oh God that ass was something to be put in a museum. A nice museum too, like the natural history museum in the county over. He was mildly disappointed to find her not in a thong, but it was a very slim ¾ bikini. The side of her ass cheeks hung out the side like well ass cheeks hanging out the side of a Victoria's Secret lingerie spread. He quietly put his binoculars up to his face and focused in on the Red and White striped ass. There it was in all its 8x zoom glory. It was so perfectly tight and round like a basketball. No, basketball wasn't the right analogy. It was like the top half of an apple right before it sloped off to a small crest at the bottom. Except this girl's ass wasn't bright red, it was however slightly browned from the sun. He scanned to her exposed ass cheeks, and caught site of some dimpled cottage cheese like cellulite. Ok, her ass wasn't perfect, but damn near close. Through the binoculars he could see her ass crack through the white parts of the bikini. Suddenly his view was obstructed and he dropped the binoculars.

The girl was flipping over and that was why he lost his view. Now she was sitting up right, and starting to fiddle around her back trying to untie her top half. Oh dear God. Thank you. The praying I have done to bless your name must be working. James' heart pumped loudly in his chest and his pulse was so loud he could hear it thumping in his ears as he watched her pull her top off and lay down on her back. Her head was to his left and her tits were right in front of him. There was no tan line and he could see why. They pulled apart from her sternum, and flopped to the sides resting against their respective arms. The horndog down the street, Paul, is going to go nuts when he finds out that I saw her topless. Her nipples weren't hard yet, but through the binoculars he could tell they were trying to stiffen, but for now they were just flat with a line running through the middle of the little brown areolas. He didn't want to take his eyes off the beauty in front of him, but his curiosity got the better of him so he peered down to her bikini bottoms. He could see the bulge of her pubic bone, and judging by how flat the fabric rested against her skin she definitely shaved. In fact thanks to his bird watching binoculars he could see a tiny cameltoe as the thin fabric clung to her labia refusing to let go. It formed a beautiful indentation which instantly made James as hard as a lead pipe. His European dog walker banged against the fence as he strained closer to try and get a better look. Oh dear god I have to release this, he thought. Thanks to all the blood rushing away from his head, his penis did the thinking instead. I'll just unzip and put it through one of the holes in the fence, like I used to when I used the holes as a masturbation station before Blondie and her dad moved in. He remembered those days fondly as he would hump the fence with a passion and then splooge out on the abandoned house's grasss. So he found one a few feet away and stepped up on the flower pot again. He carefully maneuvered it through the hole and went back to looking through the binoculars. He could now press his body flat against the fence. Because his penis was not very smart, he did not realize the other side of the fence was plain and visible for the entire yard to see. So when he looked back through the binoculars, and saw blondie had stood up, he still didn't worry. When he found she was facing his direction he was so enthralled by the damn near perfect mammary glands in front of him he didn't think to move. They didn't sag like his wife's globs of fat, they hung pertly and the now hard nipples were visible. They were red and about a ¼ inch long. There were little bumps on the nipples like goosebumps throughout the pencil erasers. The areolas were perfect brown circles encompassing the nipples. The large orbs bounced slowly as she walked towards him. Wait she's walking towards me. His brain screamed for him to back up and run inside, but his brain was not in charge right now. So instead he dropped the binoculars, and acted like standing over the fence with his dick through a homemade glory hole was the most natural thing a person could be doing while staring at his half naked neighbor. 

"Hi Mr. Blumenkranzsteinson!" She spoke like she was a beam of sunshine bursting through the clouds of gloominess. 

"Hi. I'm sorry I don't know you're name." James stammered.

"Bambi!" she smiled when she spoke and dazzling white teeth shone through beautiful lips.

"Bambi!" James repeated just as excited. "What a beautiful name."

"You think so? My friends think it's a stripper name." 

James pursed his lips and breathed out making a noise like a bee buzzing. "Friends. What do they know?"

"Well one of them does pole dance at the Strippers named Bambi club"

"Oh yeah. I hear that place is nice." What am I doing? I sound like a retarded kid trying to order a meal in the to-go line of Taco Bell. "So what are you doing today Bambi?"

"Oh just trying to get some sun before it all goes away." She giggled when she spoke which made her breasts bounce and forced James' eyes to bounce in unison.

"I see that, and you always sunbathe topless and talk to your neighbors?"

"No, but I saw you staring at me with binoculars, and creepiness aside I figured I'd give you the chance to see them up close and personal." 

"Oh you saw that." James started to blush as Bambi nodded her head up and down emphatically.

"It's ok! I like to feel special." She smiled that smile that caused men's hearts to stop. 

"Listen. This might be forward, but I'm in desperate need. My daughter just told me she's one of those lesbians, and I don't think she is. She says she can prove it to me though. Would you help her prove to me she's lesbian?" There was a silence between the two them that wasn't there before. James could hear the crickets, and a distance squawking of some unknown bird in the distance.

"No. That's gross" Finally came the answer, and James' heart sank. "Why would I lick a snatch when I can suck a man's dick?" She answered while grabbing hold of James' New York deli window display. 

James had completely forgotten he had stuck his dick through the fence hole. Now he gasped as Bambi's soft and noncalloused hands circled his warm flesh. Oh dear God what do I do now? As her hand started to stroke his cock his brain gave up and shut off as every ounce of blood flooded his shaft trying to expand its size. Her jerking increased in speed and his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

"You like that Mr. Blumenkranzsteinson?" She giggled again.

"Oh God YES!" He moaned.

"It seems to be getting cold Mr. Blumenkranzsteinson. I think it needs something 98.6 degrees to warm it up" She said and then disappeared behind the fence.

James felt the warm wetness swallow his member. He wanted to come right there, but he knew he was never going to get something this great again so he held on. He looked over the fence and saw a blonde head bobbing back forth. This is real! I'm getting a blowjob from the neighbor through the fence!" The warm clamp disappeared and he felt her tongue licking the sensitive underside of his penis and lick all around the circumcised helmet. There was a popping noise as she swallowed him again and the sucking continued. Oh God I'm going to blow my man mayonnaise down her throat.

"What are you doing?" James instantly recognized the shrill scream of his wife.

James wanted to spin around and face her but the death clamp by Barbie on his penis kept him glued to the fence. "Uh, nothing."

"Bullshit!" She screamed. "I know exactly what you were doing."

After hearing that sentence the clamp loosened on his still hard cock, and with enough force he was able to rip it out of the hole. He fell backwards off the wobbly flowerpot and landed on his back with his cock poking in the air like a six inch flagpole 

"You were masturbating through the fence hole again weren't you?" Her shrilly tin voice raised an octave which grated on James' ears.

Verbal assault aside, he managed to pick himself up and face his wife. "Yes. That's exactly right. I haven't had good sex in years. I am forced to masturbate to a wooden object." Somehow this lie worked. 

Jane clenched her mouth shut and shook her head before returning to go back inside. James stood with his pecker throbbing in the now empty backyard. He turned back to the fence but Barbie was gone He sighed and started to stroke his cock. Not surprisingly after only a few strokes he blew his load. He was hoping it would it shoot out like a pornstar and splatter on the fence, but sadly it did not. The semen dribbled down his hand and soaked into his khakis. There was a white stain growing around his zipper, and his right hand was soaked in his special sauce. He sighed again at his own inadequacy.

Barbie watched James shoot his wad through the gaps in the fence from the back porch, and giggled. She loved getting old men off. She turned back towards the sliding glass door, but her drunken father was already opening it.

"Hey, you're late for your meeting." He bellowed, and she could smell the Natty Light exuding from his body, like the beer was pouring out the very pores of his skin. 

She rolled her eyes. "I know daddy. You ready to go? I don't think you should be driving."

"Fuck that. I can drive. I drive gooder when I'm drunk anyway." He was staring at her tits again.

"You like these daddy? You want to touch them?" She grabbed her breasts and held them up for him to view.

"No you whore. You are going to your Nymphomaniacs Anonymous meeting to cure your disease. Even if God did grant you a great rack" He still hadn't taken his eyes off her Tommy Knockers.

She sighed. "Ok Daddy. Let's go. I just love sucking cock and feeling it swell as it shoots stream after stream of warm semen inside my pussy so hard I can feel it splash against the entrance to my cervix. What's wrong with that?" 

"Cause you fuck everything that moves. It's embarrassing when you have a line of nasty neighborhood men wearing your pussy out so much it bleeds. You'll get a disease. Being a nypho is a serious condition. You might think its fun, but inside it's a compulsion to be needed. It's a terrible way to feel needed. There are other ways you can find love than through sex. You probably don't even feel anything when they are fucking you but you feel like you need to fuck them. When you only fuck and don't make love you know you have a problem." Her daddy may have been a drunk, but he did care about her.

"Fine. Are you going to hit on the other nymphos at the meeting again?"

He looked at her with a wild glint in his eye. "Fuck yeah. Just because I want you cured doesn't mean I can't make the other women fall off the bandwagon." He started cackling with joyous sex laughter.

When James entered into his house he didn't know what to expect. So he took a deep breath and hoped for the best. "Jane!" He yelled out hoping she would hear him and talk to him. "Jane! Come talk to me!"

"I'm right here. Don't shout." Jane answered quietly from the couch directly to his left.

"Oh didn't see you there." He sat down next to her. He tried to cover up the stain on his crotch but it wasn't working out so well for him.

"Why do you hate me?" She asked starting to cry.




A Family of Love



"I don't hate you." He rubbed her arm hoping it would comfort her. He read in a book once women like to be touched.

"Then what is wrong with us?" She was really bawling now.

"Our sex is boring." He tried to cover his mouth as soon as he started talking but his mind was ahead of his hands and it slipped out. He was left covering his mouth and his eyes wide with shock at what he just said.

Jane wailed even louder. "I know! I just don't know what to do! The Japanese control our sexual libido with their Samsung televisions." 

"Stupid Japanese." James agreed. Jane was so smart. She knew about all of these conspiracies he didn't even know existed. "Maybe there is something we can learn on the internet."

Jane stopped crying enough to look at him. "The internet is evil. It's filled with nothing but smut and violence. The worst of the smut is those pornographic literature sites." 

"I know. But it might help us this time." He cut her off, because he knew the internet would have their answers.

"Ok. Let's check out the internet for how to spice up our sex life."

Stephen borrowed his buddy's car to pick up Shawna. His mouth dropped open when she answered the door. She was wearing a sequin knee length red dress. It was low cut around her breasts showing an ample amount of cleavage. The makeup she wore lightened her already pale skin but it accentuated her freckles giving her a Scarlett Johansson look, if Scarlett Johansson had fiery red hair. 

"God you look beautiful." He said amazed that he was going on a date with someone who looked this good.

"Well howdy fucking do to you too." She replied sarcastically. Then she softened her stance once she realized his intentions were pure. "Thanks you don't look so bad yourself." she smiled.

"Is your cup size C?" He had heard of such sizes, but now he was sure he was looking at one of these fantastical breasts.

"Uh. Kinda forward on a first date aren't we?" She wanted to scold him, but most guys didn't pay her boobs the time of day. So she was mildly flattered. "Yes, they are a 34C." 

"Oh my God, I've never seen such beautiful breasts in all my life." He was still in shock.

"You're kinda new at this aren't you?" She raised an eyebrow at his ineptitude.

This broke his concentration and he looked up her. "Yeah, I've never even really been on a date before. Please don't think I'm a dork."

She smiled a kind loving smile. It was a smile that hid her intentions of corrupting this young bumpkin. "I won't. First things though don't ask a girl her bra size on the first date. Second do you have a nice restaurant planned?"

He hesitated. He hoped his choice would meet her approval. "I was thinking Golden Corral."

She sort of looked at him blankly, and Stephen looked back anxiously. "Do they still have seafood Thursdays?" She asked.

"With the Crab Legs!" He replied. 

"Oh boy! You knew just what I wanted!" She squealed in excitement. 

He smiled and straightened out his tie and tightened his suit jacket. His heart thumped so loudly he thought it was going to explode. Dinner went exceptionally well. There were a few rednecks with trucker hats and wifebeater tank tops on who whistled at Shawna, but she gave them the finger and told them to fuck off. Stephen shook his fist in their general direction, and they went back to eating their buffet dinner. They didn't notice they were the best dressed couple in the feeding trough. After dinner they meandered their way back to his buddy's 1999 first year edition Chrysler PT Cruiser.

"Oh I shouldn't have let you talk me into eating that third helping of seafood salad." Shawna groaned holding her stomach.

Stephen was dealing with his own stomach issues. The skin around his belly button felt tight like it was going to stretch out too much and split open causing all of his recently eaten hush puppies to come spilling out. "Macaroni and Cheese." Was all he could belch out.

By the time they ambled to the car they had started to sober up from the food orgy and were walking more normally. As Stephen opened up the passenger side door to let Shawna in she embraced him in a tight hug. Stephen not knowing what else to do hugged her back just as tightly and she gasped a little as the air was pushed out of her lungs. "Whoa still full." She wheezed.

"Sorry." He relaxed his grasp a little and just held her with his hands up around her bra strap. 

"You can hug lower if you want." She whispered into his ear as she started to nibble on his neck.

"Ok." And his hands immediately dropped to her plump ass and squeezed. Oh my gosh, he thought, I just grabbed a girls ass and she didn't slap me. He started to rub his hands over her entire ass hoping to take enough mental notes never to forget this moment. 

"Slow down cowboy." Shawna said as she released her hickey grip from his neck. That oughta give his friends something to pick on him about. As she admired the red cherry on the side of neck she felt his man meat growing in his shorts and stabbing her in the leg. Wow, he's excitable. She smiled to herself as she sat in the seat with some initial disappointment from Stephen.

"Did I do something wrong?" He was getting nervous. I knew I shouldn't have been so forward. Stupid Stephen Stupid.

"No." She smiled a wicked smile which made Stephen quiver with intimidation. "Just stand up straight and watch for people coming near us."

Stephen did as he was told and put one hand on the passenger door and one hand on the roof of the car. He looked over the roof of the car as he stood facing the inside of the car with Shawna's head only inches from his crotch. I hope she doesn't make fun of my hard on, he thought, not realizing why she wanted him to stand the way he did. Then he felt a delicate finger on his zipper, and his zipper started to pull down. Oh god, if she geoes all the way down my penis is going to be showing. Then the cool night air touched his cock and he grew nervous. She's going to make fun of my penis I know it. Don't listen to it appropriately sized guy, we'll make it though this. Instead of insults he felt a tight grasp encircle his shaft. He knew from his many masturbatory days, it was a hand, but this one was soft and smooth, not hard and rough like his. This hand had nails which delicately scratched his raised veins on the underside of his shaft causing a tickling sensation to shoot to his lower stomach. He almost flinched, but he had a fear if he did flinch the wonderful warm feeling would disappear so he held firm with his cock aching for more. Then the tight grasp started jerking back and forth along his shaft from the base to the large and now bright purple circumcised helmet. This is amazing. Stephen opened his eyes just in time to see two older ladies getting in to their car a few spots down from him. He waved, and they waved back as they drove off. Stephen's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt the pressure building in his ball sac. Shawna being the self appointed hand job expert also felt the tension building and started jerking her hand back and forth furiously. Finally Stephen couldn't take it anymore and the surge started deep in his scrotum and shot up his seminal tract to the tip of his penis where it exploded into the night air like water from a fireman's hose. The sticky white substance smacked Shawna directly in her eyes and brow. "Oh wow." Stephen groaned not realizing the damage his sperm had done.

"Oh fuck me." She cried out, and quickly released her grip to start wiping the splooge off her face. 

Stephen still hadn't quite come back to reality yet, but his buckling knees brought him down to Shawna's level. Once he realized the predicament she was in, he started looking for napkins. "I'm sorry, " He mumbled.

"No. Fuck. It's fine, I just wasn't expecting it to be so strong. I can't wait to feel that splash inside my pussy. I bet it feels amazing." Shawna stated bluntly as she wiped her face with the napkins Stephen found in the glove box.

"Oh that won't be happening." Stephen replied causally.

Shawna starting to feel embarrassed because she knew a rejection was coming just like all the other guys. You give them a good handjob and they never want to see you again. "Why not?"

"My mom says to always wear a condom. No kids for me she says." 

Shawna chuckled. Wow he is adorable. "Ok. Condoms it is."

Stephen walked around the back with a still visible rooster cockadoodledoing in his now zipped up pants. Oh boy, my first sexual experience was a handjob in the Golden Corral parking lot! Life can't get any better than this!

It was exactly eighteen hours later that Kerry was putting on makeup in front of her bathroom mirror. She hummed a song she heard on the radio, but could only remember one line from it. So she sang that one line over and over in her head to the nauseating melody that accompanied it. She was nervous and excited at the same time. She made sure she had everything in order. Tell mom and dad Stephen isn't coming home this weekend. Check. Make up an excuse why I'll be out late tonight. Check. Get your dick sucking lips ready for action. She waffled on the idea. Maybe I don't need to prove to myself I'm a lesbian. But a penis drenched my pussy in woman fluid. You've tried sucking Shaquan's dick and it did nothing for you. Yeah, but maybe he was right maybe I need a straight man who is actually into what I'm doing for him. Plus, I don't want some nameless Joe to try and pull something he shouldn't like a boston creampie on me either. I need a boy who can understand what I'm doing. I need Stephen. Oh boy what if Stephen tells me I'm gross. He won't, one look at your naked body and he'll melt, right? Isn't that how it works in those incest stories you read about? She sighed and walked out the front door to meet Stephen. Plus you always have the secret weapon to make him do what you want. 

Stephen, on the other hand, was not stressing out about lesbianism as he sat on his bed in the dorm room watching TV. He couldn't decide whether to watch Dora the Exlorer or Bill Nye the Science Guy. So he compromised and watched General Hospital. His mind kept drifting back to that image he saw on the internet in the library. Ero Guro he thought it was sick, but still it was like watching naked pornstars getting eaten by wild baboons. You don't want to watch but you feel like you have to. His train of thought was broken by a knocking on the door. 

"Hey brother!" Kerry said sweetly giving him an extra big hug.

"Hey you!" Stephen replied feeling her tits squish up against his chest. Wow, that perfume is amazing, he thought as he breathed in deeply. Her neck muscles are really protruding nicely too. He thought maybe he could kiss them, but that would be weird. So instead he nuzzled her neck with his nose.

"So this is your dorm huh?" She asked breaking the embrace.

"Yep." Stephen couldn't help himself watch his sister sashay her jean skirt covered ass around the room. What was that smell on her? It was so arousing and intoxicating. 

Kerry looked over her shoulder at Stephen's bewildered face. The secret weapon aphrodisiac perfume was working well she thought as she smiled to herself. Take deep breaths, we are going to forbidden territory soon. I should probably up the ante now. So she sat on his bed and splayed her legs open allowing Stephen to see straight up her skirt and showing the bright white silk panties. She smiled as Stephen's eyes bulged at her puffy cooch showing. I do like making boys speechless, she thought. Girls don't care about upskirts because they've seen it already. She really liked that Stephen didn't tell her to close her legs like the slut she was, because that meant he was looking. 

"I have a question for you brother." Kerry tried to sound serious, but it was hard when Stephen's eyes hadn't left her pussy and his mouth was still hanging slightly ajar. "Stephen!" she cried to get his attention.

"What?" Stephen snapped back pretending to be annoyed at her, but his eyes kept drifting back to her swollen womanness.

"Dad says mom is going to flip if she finds out I'm lesbian." Kerry decided to close her legs to keep his attention. It worked as his disappointed eyes drifted towards her face.

"Yes, she will." Stephen quickly started to lose interest so Kerry brazenly undid the top to buttons of her baby blue colored blouse showing a large cleavage line. This caught Stephen's eye again as they swelled in size.

"Well. I would like to make sure I'm lesbian before I tell her, because if there is any chance I'm straight I need to know now to make my life easier." Kerry ran her finger down her cleavage while Stephen's eyes danced.

"H-h-how do you plan on that?" Stephen stammered not even caring he wasn't looking in Kerry's eyes.

"I'm going to suck your dick." There it was out in the open now. Now I just need to wait and see if he will accept my offer. She already had a back up plan saying it was a joke and he was s sicko for buying into it should her plan go wrong, but she could see by the look on Stephen's face this was not going to go wrong. 

"What?" Stephen gave her a startled gaze not focused directly on her eyes. Then his gaze drifted down to her neck as he watched her tendons flex in and out with each nervous gulp of oxygen she swallowed.

"Listen most boys are horny and gross. I know with you, you won't try to get in my pants or anything. We can keep it scientific, just as an experiment to help me in my sexual orientation. Don't think of it as incest. Think of it as helping your sister not be disowned by our mom." She swallowed hard, hoping Stephen wouldn't throw her out.

Stephen looked at his watch. "Yeah sure I've got nothing better to do right now" And with that he undid the button on his cargo shorts, unzipped and slid his pants down with his boxers. He now stood in front of his sister in only a t-shirt and a penis flying at half mast. "but I want to see you naked too."

Now it was Kerry's turn to distracted let out a stammer. "O-O-Ok." Maybe I just don't like black penis, she thought. No don't be a racist, it's just a penis that is hardening. It looks really nice hard too. It looks so soft and smooth even though it is hard and veiny. Stop acting weird, just get to business. She got down on her knees and grabbed hold of the swelling male anatomy. She started to stroke it but felt Stephen pull her up by her armpits. 

"I said naked." He didn't blink, but he just stared directly in her eyes. 

The perfume must be working too well. Oh well what's a little nudity amongst siblings right? "Oh ok." She said quietly while Stephen took a step back to admire her.

Kerry slowly worked on each button down moving down her blouse. They popped apart as she undid them from the stress of her flesh mountains against her pink blouse. When she had the buttons undone, she hesitated before pulling her shirt apart and exposing her bra covered orbs. Stephen's eyes widened, and she smiled. They are going to get a lot bigger in a little bit. The shirt dropped around her ankles, and her hands went to back to unhook the clasp. With a quick squeeze of experience the clasp came undone and she pulled the straps in front of her causing the bra to fall slowly to her waist. The bra snagged on her hardened nipples causing them to bounce a little once they became free of the undergarment. The bra fell to the floor as well leaving her breasts out in the open and suddenly very cold. 

Stephen's eyes did widen even more to the size of dinner plates as the 32B boobs slowly stopped flopping in front of him. They were small and pert, as the nipples poked straight out instead of hanging below like on older bigger tits. His dick stiffened to the hardness of a tire iron and it throbbed with anticipatory precum. Kerry pushed her hands up her jean skirt and then pulled down as her white panties showed underneath her skirt. She pulled them down to about her knees at which point she closed her knees together and let them drop to her feet. I need to smell those. So he held his hand out greedily. "Give me." 

Wow, the perfume has him down to the instinct of an ape now, Kerry thought. She still picked her panties up off the floor and placed them in her brother's open palm. I don't know if I can show him the place where Summer's Eve goes. I'm going to turn around. So she turned away and started sliding the skirt down her ass. There was a white line around her waist and just on each side of the crack of her ass where her bikini didn't allow her skin to tan. 

Stephen was busy inhaling his sister's soaking wet panties. It smelled like musk and sweat. Then he wrapped his lips around the wet spot and sucked it in his mouth like he was sucking the last bit of water out of a sports bottle. His eyes rolled in the back of his head until he saw his sister's tight ass in front of him. A large smile formed, and he quickly smacked her ass causing a snapping noise to echo throughout the dorm room. He didn't release his hand, but kept it there and squeezed on her right ass cheek. It felt so warm and soft, like a heated pillow. He started to drag his pinky finger down the crack of her ass, but she squealed in shock, and whipped around to face him.

"No more." She said authoritatively. "It's science time."

Stephen rolled his eyes, with her panties hanging from his mouth. "Ok then get to sucking. I'm about to explode!"

Kerry dropped to her knees and grabbed a hold of his now stiffened member. She stroked the shaft a few times enjoying the purple color and enlarged size of Stephen's circumcised head. A clear fluid leaked out of his pee-hole with every stroke. This must be precum, she thought. So she leaned into investigate, for science of course, and opened her mouth to take it all in at once. Suddenly her head was slammed forward as she felt the soft meaty flesh jam into the back of her throat nearly causing her to choke. She felt Stephen's hand's on the back of her head. "Oh god that feels good." He moaned out as she withdrew off his cock coughing to regain her breath Once she was satisfied she wasn't going to die, and now slightly annoyed at her brother for being so abusive and mad at herself for giving him to much of the aphrodisiac. She pulled her lips apart and slowly slid them over the shaft of his penis. She dragged her tongue across the underside of his penis. She felt the ridges of his bulging veins with her tongue and she thought it felt really weird. When she got done lubricating his cock with her saliva she brought her mouth back to his helmet and encircled it with her mouth. She started a rhythmic bobbing with her head up and down on his shaft.

Stephen was simply staring down at the blonde hair of his sister bobbing up and down on his penis as he stood over her. I can't believe this is happening, he thought. I'm getting the best head I've ever had in my entire life, and it's from my sister! Granted it is the only head I've ever had in my entire life, but still. As he stood enjoying the blowjob, there suddenly was a sharp pain developing along his shaft. It felt like someone was trying use a lawn mower on his sensitive cock skin. Oh dear god I think she's teething me. What do I say to her? Heeba Jeebes, that hurts! He screamed in his head. "Hey Kerry?" He tried lower his voice to not make it sound harsh.

"Yeah?" She looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth so she more of mumbled the word. 

"Do you mind not using your teeth?" There was a silky sweet tone to his voice to cover his pain.

"But that's how you give blowjobs." She corrected him as if she were the end all on the subject of oral sex. "You just have never had one before, trust me you'll learn to love it." 

"Oh ok." I don't think I like blowjobs, he thought. But this is for science so I guess I'll suffer through it. So Stephen leaned back on his bed while Kerry caught every raised piece of skin, veins and all against the back of her teeth as she would drag it off his dick. Why do guys like blowjobs so much? I need to cum quick to get this over with. So he closed his eyes and thought about Shawna giving him the handjob yesterday.




A Family of Love



Kerry's face was red as she continued to give Stephen a toothjob. Why did I act like I knew what I was doing? This is the first hard cock blowjob I've ever given. Still I didn't want to look like an amateur. I'm the older sister for God's sake, I'm supposed to be teaching him about these things not the other way around. Then her mind changed subjects. I'm pretty sure this is how other girls give blowjobs, anyway. Maybe I am doing it wrong, but fuck it, I can't change now. I'm in it to win it. Suddenly Stephen's cock swelled, and nearly doubled in size. What is going on, she confusedly thought. Before she could think another thought a river of warm salty goop splashed against the back of her throat. It reminded her of drinking a warm pudding, if they made an ocean flavored pudding. It choked her a little and she started to gag, but it just kept spewing out of his penis. Finally after what seemed like the longest fifteen seconds of her life, Stephen's cock stopped flexing and the river coming out of his hole dammed up. She broke her grasp from his cock and didn't notice the white strand of silky semen still attached from her lips to his cock growing longer as she withdrew. Unbeknownst to her, it broke and the strand fell down her chin and on her neck leaving a line of white. I think I like the taste of cum, she thought. 

Stephen did notice the flyaway splooge though and nearly came again seeing cum on a beautiful neck. He would have cum again if it weren't for the cold wet feeling left on his semen spewer. There was a tingly feeling on his shaft and he looked down to notice amongst the glistening of saliva, his tree trunk was very red and nearly bleeding. "I'm gonna go clean up." He said more to himself than Kerry.

"Oh boy. I'm really confused now if I'm lesbian or not." Kerry called out with a little bubble of semen blowing up on her lips when she spoke. "I like the taste of semen, but I still don't think I like cocks. However, I love everything about a vagina." Kerry started to rub her own slit absently while she spoke. 

Stephen cleaned his cock and hoped there wouldn't be any scabs forming on it. He returned to the room to find Kerry staring off into space with her index finger stuck up her pussy and the strand of cum still hanging from her throat. "Are we jerking off now for science?" He smiled when spoke and started stroking his own shaft.

Kerry was jerked out of her daydream of cum filled vaginas and shook her head to clear it. The first thing she did was notice Stephen masturbating rudely in front of her. Then she felt her finger in her pussy and suddenly became very embarrassed. "No!" She screamed. "Brothers and Sisters do not do such things in front of each other!" There was a heat building in her face and she knew she was going red again from embarrassment. Quickly she looked for her panties, but couldn't find them. Fuck it, she thought, and slid her skirt up over her hips and hastily buttoned her shirt on without the bra. She found the bra by the door but no panties and ran out the room.

Stephen stood in shock at what just happened. I will never understand women I guess. He shrugged it off and pulled out the panties from under his bed. You and I Miss panties are going to have some fun tonight, he thought as he sniffed the crotch. 

The next day was Sunday and Stephen had just finished eating a bowl of Peanut Butter Captain Crunch. I guess I should get Kerry's underwear back to her, and make sure my parents are still alive. He checked his watch and it was about ten am so he figured everyone should be awake by now. So he picked up the panties and held them out with a smirk on his face. The crotch had started to harden with his cum stains and some of her vagina juice but there was still enough wetness left that he decided not to jerk off into them again. The wild animal sex noises started up again next door and that was the final straw to get him moving out the door.

When he arrived at his house, his parents' house now, he reminded himself. You moved on. Kerry's old Civic wasn't in the driveway. Oh boy I'm going to leave her a nice surprise then. So he sneaked up to the door so he could bypass his parents until he was done putting her panties underneath her pillow. He giggled as he quietly opened the front door.

His mother was kneeling on all fours behind the couch, and it looked like she was hiding from something. She wasn't facing him so that was a good, but he was curious why she was in such a position and topless while wearing leather chaps. Her hairstyle was different too, as it looked like an old 1940's bob. 

"Where are you my little Jew?" His dad cried out when he strutted into the room with no shirt on and very tight olive drab shorts on with no socks and wearing combat boots. James's right hand was held out straight with a small horse whip in his hand. His hair was parted to the side and slicked over. He had a small brownish black rectangular moustache just below his nose. Despite all of this the item that shocked Stephen the most was the red swastika band wrapped around his dad's left arm. Stephen froze in the door frame still holding the door handle.

"You'll never find me Hitler!" His mother screamed giddly back. 

"Oh but I will!" James reached over the couch and dragged a more than willing Jane over the back and they both fell into a heap on the couch cushions. James caught something out o the corner of his eye, but was having too much fun to care. He put Jane over his lap like she was a misbehaving child, and started to strike her with the whip. She squealed at every stroke.

Jane looked up from the couch to say something to James. She immediately forgot whatever it was as she saw a frozen Stephen in the doorway staring back at her. "James! Stop!" She screamed not in a sexual way.

"I'm your Hitler, I do not know this James!" James replied not catching on.

Jane struggled out of his grasp and stood up, "James stop! Stephen what are you doing here?"

Stephen tried to look back at his mom but all he saw were her saggy boobs flopping on her chest. "I-I was going." Was all he could stammer out and then he slammed the door. 

James and Jane heard the squealing of tires as the stood embarrassed beyond belief at what just happened. 

"Didn't Kerry say he wasn't coming home this weekend?" James broke the silence.

"Oh my God! I can't believe I let you talk me into this you perv!" Jane moaned into her open palms.

"Talk you into this? You were more than happy until our fucktard son walked in."

"Don't call him a fucktard. I'm so embarrassed." She still had her head between her hands.

James shrugged. "Should we finish? I've still got a boner."

Jane slapped him in the face. "No! We're done. We're never talking about this again and I'm never doing something this stupid!" She ran into the master bedroom.

James rolled his eyes. Why God? Why do I have to have such a prudish wife? All I want is to play Hitler and the Jews with her is that so abnormal? He sighed, grabbed an early morning beer and turned the television on.

After what Stephen went through the past two days it was no surprise he didn't want to call up Shawna for a few days. It mildly bothered him that she didn't call him during those days though. Aren't girls supposed to be calling everyday wanting to hang out? Still what is wrong with my family? My sister wants to do horrible things to me for science, and I don't even know what is wrong with my parents. He sighed, I do need to talk to somebody though. So he called up Shawna.

"Hey." Came the sweet silky voice on the other line.

"Hey Shawna!" Stephen tried to act nonchalant but it came out like a teenage girl who just saw Justin Beiber at the local Panera Bread. 

"This is Shawna's voicemail please leave a message." 

Stephen banged his cellphone against his head, and hung up before leaving a message. What do I do now? I can't call her back she'll know I called a bajillion times. He remembered his dad telling him stories about days when everyone only had one house phone and no caller ID. He could have called Shawna nonstop until she picked up and no one would have known the difference. Stephen longed for those days. After daydreaming about calling her, his phone rang and he saw it was Shawna so he picked up quickly, but no too quickly to seem too excited. So he waited until the third ring. 

"Hey." He tried to sound like he didn't care even though he was short of breath.

"You've been spanking the proverbial monkey or something?" Shawna chuckled.

"No!" Stephen blushed even though he knew she couldn't see him.

"Sure! Anyhoo, what's up?" She sounded casual. I wish I could sound casual like that

"Wondering if you wanted to come over and you know watch a movie or something." Stop breathing so hard Stephen.

She laughed. "Sure. I'll be over in a few minutes."

"Ok bye!" Stephen didn't want to screw up the good news.

"Wait-" Shawna's voice clicked off as Stephen pressed the red phone button on his phone.

The next thirty minutes dragged on for Stephen. At the sixteen minute mark he thought time actually went backwards, but checked his second hand and realized it hadn't. Should I jerk one out so I don't come too early? No, you should have a full load to blow in her hand. Nothing could be better than hand jobs.

There was a knocking on the door, and Stephen ran the few feet, and nearly banged his head on the door opening it too quickly. He was breathing heavy again because of the nerves. 

Shawna was smiling. "Wow that must have been one helluva porno you watched!" 

"No! I don't watch porn!" Stephen whined.

"Sure you don't you Mormon. Anyway what movie are we watching?" She jumped on the bed.

"Uh." He hadn't thought about a movie, but maybe it would lessen the news he was about to spring on her. "Aladdin?" 

"How about something a little more adult?" 

Stephen went to his scary movie collection and picked one out. This aught to be good. "Gremlins II."

Shawna gave him a look of disbelief. "What decade are you living in?"

"What it's a classic!" Stephen was starting to feel stupid about his selection.

"Luckily I brought a couple of movies." She pulled out a dvd of Baise-Moi from her back jeans pocket. "This might be more for us."

Stephen shrugged. "Ok."

The movie started and Stephen could only watch with a slack jaw, and wide eyes. He completely forgot about telling her his parent's were crazy. I can't believe what I'm seeing, is all he kept repeating to himself. Finally Stephen was left in shock as the ending credits began to roll.

"Hmm, looks like someone enjoyed the movie." Shawna moaned into Stephen's ear as she grabbed his crotch and groped the hard pole.

"Oh my god!" Stephen didn't even realize he was horny, but suddenly as Shawna was stroking his cock through his shorts he realized he wanted to do what he saw in the movie.

Shawna unzipped his pants, and pulled them down to his ankles. His pussy popper stood up straight while she stroked the shaft gently then Shawna dropped her head down to his pecker and gave a long suck with all lips and no teeth. "Whoa." Stephen had a PTSD flashback to his sister and wanted no part of a blowjob. Shawna gave him a quizzical look as he was pulling her up. Knowing he was supposed to like blowjobs he realized he needed to have an excuse for his refusal. "I want to get straight to it."

That seemed to work as Shawna gave him a wry smile as she immediately pulled off her shirt. She wore a pink lacy bra which looked padded to Stephen. He didn't mind though, because he had never seen a girl in an unpadded bra to compare. Then Shawna unclasped the back of her bra and then suddenly Stephen was now staring at his third pair of bare boobs in the last week. College is awesome! He thought in a daze. They were somehow larger than his sisters, and obviously much perkier than his mom's saggy excuses for milk jugs. The hardened pink nipples poked straight out at him begging for his mouth to encircle them and suck on them until they turned red. So without thinking he reached out and grabbed both tits. They both collapsed against his grasp allowing him to nearly squeeze his hands together. They felt so warm and soft. There was a hardness to them, but it was deep inside the tissue well past the epidermis. Everything up until that point was like a warm balloon without the latex feel and the squeaky noise made when a balloon was squeezed. His palms reminded him there was hard cartilage waiting to be nursed, so he let go and made his lips into a circle while diving in the for the landing. His mouth connected on the right nipple, and it sent an electric shock through out his tongue and lips. It was hard kinda wiggly but when he bit the skin it turned soft and it made Shawna moan, so he continued to suck like an infant while she grabbed the back of his head whimpering. His jaw muscles began to tighten and clamp up, so he let go with a popping noise. He looked into Shawna's eyes which had an electric charge to them. She pushed him on the bed so hard he fell backwards and laid on his back with his neck craned so he can still see her topless while she stood to the side of the bed. 

Shawna pulled her shorts off and stood in front of a wide eyed Stephen in only a pair of pink silk panties with little white hearts peppered though out the small amount of cloth in the front. The rest of the panties was nothing but string around her waist and thread of silk the size of floss running up the crack of her ass. Knowing she had a nice ass, Shawan turned around to let Stephen admire it, which he did, but only for a few seconds before his teenage hormones kicked in. He raised himself up and slapped her ass so hard it jiggled. Shawna squealed in shock but had little time to react to it as Stephen grabbed the nice fat firm ass with both hands. It was too large to grab wholly so he did the best he could and just squeezed the soft mounds. The two ass cheeks felt like her boobs with just a little more tightness to it. Then he pulled Shawna close to him by encircling his arms around her flat stomach. Moving as if he had done it a thousand times he slid his hand down past her stomach and moved the silk fabric out of the way to allow his fingers to make their General Sherman March towards Scarlett O'Hara's Atlanta. However, unlike Sherman, Stephen was met with a large bramble thicket of bushy pubic hair. His fingers were confused and asked for a retreat, but Stephen being the horny tactician he was stumbled past the briar patch and found his way to the soaking slit of treasure. He was surprised at how wet his index finger became once it touched the Promised Land. It was like a slick sticky almost oil like substance, but instead of being black it was clear. He stared at the liquid as he smashed his index finger and thumb together, pulled them apart to watch the strands form and then break as he his fingers stretched apart. He dragged his finger along Shawna's stomach from her belly button down to her panties. It left a slimy glistening trail on her skin which reminded Stephen of the contrail a slug makes on a sidewalk. Undeterred by this horrible analogy rattling in Stephen's head he dove back in and this time started to slide his finger in and out of her flesh cave. Shawna moaned with satisfaction, which made Stephen quicken his pace, and there was a slurping noise caused by the sudden influx and rapid release of air moving in and out of the opening. After hearing what Stephen assumed was Shawna being happy for a few long minutes, she turned around causing his finger to leave her warmth and hand delicately in the air. She smiled wickedly at him. It was the smile only a woman makes before she dominates a man in bed. Stephen watched as Shawna hooked her fingers in the waist of her panties and dropped them to the floor. 

He now stared at the black bramble bush of hair. I think I'm looking at a vagina. My sister's was smooth, and pink. I guess women are all different. My sister's vagina he mulled over in his head. I wonder how many other people can say they've seen their sister's pussy. I hope a lot or else it would seem weird. Stephen didn't have time to think about it much as Shawna pushed him back so he lay flat on his back on the small twin bed. Shawna crawled up, and straddled him with her love organ only precious inches from his love organ invader. She grabbed his cock and held it steady as she guided it into her wet snatch. 

Stephen's eyes bulged and he thought he saw the Angel Peter waving at him as he felt his flesh slide into a wet hot slick feeling skin covered box of birthday chocolates. Holy Jesus this is like no other feeling I've ever had in my entire life! I can't believe I'm actually having sex! With a girl! I always thought a Fleshlight would be first, but an actual girl with boobs, whose bouncing up and down my cock right now holding herself up with her arms on my stomach. Then his instinct kicked in and he thrust his hips upwards as she slammed down making a slapping noise like someone clapping under a waterfall. The heat Stephen felt on his shaft was immeasurable, but he thought it was going to burn his skin off and he didn't even care! He just wanted to thrust his prick so far up Shawana's canal he would be able to see his piss hole out her mouth. Suddenly there was a noise like a giraffe giving birth and the noise made Shawna instantly stop what she was doing. Stephen tried to ignore and was futilely trying to move his hips upward.

"Was that you making that noise?" Shawna looked annoyed Stephen wasn't paying attention to her.

Stephen finally stopped looking like a child having a seizure. "What? No. It's my stupid neighbors. They have sex all the time, and they sound like that."

Shawna smiled as she started lifting her pussy up and down impaling herself on Stephen's manmeat. The noises continued, and Shawna got an idea. "How about we out do them?"

Stephen really wanted to listen to her but he was too interested in watching his penis disappear and reappear again. That's weird. I'm actually putting myself inside another person. "Yeah whatever that's fine." He answered without really knowing what he was saying yes too.

So Shawna started to moan louder and louder until it almost became a scream. She really got into the fucking as she threw herself upwards and slammed downwards. I hope I don't fall out of her hole and she breaks my dick. I can't wear a penis cast again. Eventually he forgot about his fear, and just got caught up in the stimulation on the underside of his shaft that felt like a strained tickle. Her moaning kept pace with the animal like noises next door.

There was a loud crashing through the wall like a picture had fallen of the wall. "Jesus Christ they are really going at it aren't they?" Shawna was no quitter though so she started to bang her hand against the wall in rhythm with the thrusts. 

Oh dear God I'm going to come, Stephen thought. My dick is so stiff it hurts. "Oh boy!" He yelled.

"Go ahead and blow your load in me big boy, I'm on the pill. It's ok." She moaned while dragging her fingers through her hair to pull the mane off her face.

Stephen hesitated for a second. The pill? Oh God I can't get her pregnant. But I can't stop either. Fuck it, I'll deal with babies later. There is no way I can stop fucking her now.

There was a loud knock on the door that startled Shawna so much she fell off of Stephen while she was in mid air. Then she couldn't catch her balance on the small twin bed, so she ended up rolling off the bed and falling on her back on the floor. Stephen was still air thrusting as she thumped on the ground.

"That was graceful." Shawna chuckled to herself.

It was only then Stephen realized Shawna wasn't on top of him anymore. He slowed his thrusting and wondered what had caused her to fall. The knocking came again, and this time it was so forceful it shook the door frame. Stephen quickly threw on a pair of boxers, and Shawna threw on one of his long t-shirts. Stephen opened the door, and it was his two sex fiend neighbors. 




A Family of Love



"Hey." The girl said quietly. 

"Hey." Stephen replied back. Don't stare at her tits, he thought, but it was a battle he was quickly losing.

"Can you guys keep it down a little?" The boyfriend said sullenly.

Shawna peered over Stephen's shoulder. "Us? You guys were louder than we were!" She replied shocked at their disrespectful question.

The guy cocked his head like a dog does when it sees something curious. "What are you talking about?"

Shawna was still hiding behind Stephen's shoulder. "We heard you two fucking like jackrabbits in there. We were just trying to drown you out."

The boyfriend started to laugh. "We were making an interactive children's game about the joy of birthing wild animals. Sometimes we get a little into it."

Shawna and Stephen's jaws dropped. "Isn't a game about birthing animals a little adult for children?" Stephen asked in awe.

"Why?" The cutie-patootie girl answered. "It's a beautiful part of nature that children need to interactively learn about." 

"What do you mean interactive?" Shawna asked. 

The girl just shrugged with a smile on her face. "When the game comes out in stores you'll see."

The four of them sort of just stared at each other for a few awkward minutes until the boyfriend broke the silence. "Hey since we are on the topic of fucking, we kinda like to try new things. You guys into swinging?"

Shawna gasped, and dug her nails into Stephen's shoulder. Stephen had heard of this swinging thing before from some immature boys in high school. "I don't know." No way am I sharing Shawna with this guy. She'll leave me for sure. But then I would get to fuck cute girl. But I would have to watch this guy plug the same hole in Shawna I just filled. 

"Oh come on. It'll be fun." The boyfriend lightly touched Stephen's arm and let it glide down his forearm until they were almost holding hands. Stephen quickly jerked his hand back as the boyfriend smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "We can explore new things. I'm sure you two can show us a thing or two, and we can show you some fun positions as well. It will be a learning experience." The boyfriend grabbed Shawna by his shoulder, the same shoulder Shawna was clinging too. When the boyfriend's hand touched Shawna's hand he flinched, and then he let it drift down to Stephen's pectoral area. His hand lingered around Stephen's nipples before he gave his chest a smack and then the boyfriend stuck his index finger in his mouth like he was tasting the flavor of Stephen. 

"Hey look Gavin. He likes the idea!" The girlfriend called out pointing at Stephen's hard on poking through the slit in his boxers. She grabbed his cock which made Stephen's knees weak. Shawna huffed in jealousy, and batted her hand away.

"We're done here." Shawna said curtly closing the door in their faces.

Stephen laughed. "Wow. That was weird."

"I wonder if she knows her boyfriend is gay." Shawna's eyes were still on fire from the confrontation.

"You think he's gay?" Stephen thought he was acting weird, but he was only thinking about the girl grabbing his cock.

"Uh, Yeah, and she's a bitch. She should have learned in middle school not to grab a boy's schlong with his girl next to him." 

Stephen shrugged. "Where were we? My cock and balls hurt so bad from being blue balled."

The fire in Shawna's eyes extinguished themselves. She pulled the shirt over her head and turned around to face the bed. She bent over with her ass high in the air. "I think you were finishing fucking me."

Stephen greedily started to rub her pussy with his hand getting his palm soaking wet. He brought his hand up and licked it. Oh God that taste amazing, like sweaty sugar. "I can't wait to fuck you all night long."

"You better not come any time soon. I need to get worked back up to an orgasm." 

"Girl I'm so going to pound your ass for hours. Get ready for your pussy to be raw." Stephen guided his penis towards her glistening pussy lips which were puffy and split towards the outside like a landing pad waiting for a helicopter to land. Stephen slid in quickly and quietly. The feeling of heat and lubrication stimulated his cock flesh to an extent he wasn't prepared for. He is cock stiffened and he felt his balls empty semen in to Shawna's pussy exactly 1.6 seconds after penetrating her.

"Really?" She cried out frustrated.



Today is the big day, Kerry thought to herself. I've already talked to Stephanie, and while she thinks it's gross and one more reason why men are terrible she's willing to put the plan in motion. The cheerleading practice went well enough, but she was just going through the motions. She knew what came after the practice is what she needed to be preparing for. She noticed her dad was taking an extra interest in video taping the girls cheerleading that an untrained eye would have missed. She saw his finger working the zoom button more than needed. Disgusting, she thought. The sweaty tired girls all came together at the end, and thanked Kerry and her dad for letting them practice at their house. As each girl gave James a hug she noticed his pants getting tighter and tighter, until the last girl gave him a hug and he was sporting a very obvious half mast that was twitching with excitement. 

"Ok. Your mom shouldn't be home for about a couple of hours. So we have some time to take this slow and sensual. I'll start with a wide angle and you guys can sort of be talking, but when I come around the corner I'll do a quick cut to a tight zoom of your faces. You two act like I'm not here, and just start kissing and doing your thing." James was fiddling with something on the camera while spoke.

"You're disgusting." Stephanie leered at him.

"Thank you!" James didn't get the insult. "Ok. Action." James said without missing beat..

Stephanie rolled here eyes, but started kissing Kerry who reciprocated the affection. After frenching for a few minutes, Stephanie started to rub on Kerry's breasts and Kerry started to lift up Stephanie's Cheerleading top. Stephanie took a step back to allow the top to be lifted over her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra so her breasts bounced once they were released. James choked but regained his composure quickly. "Stay strong, and stick to the plan." Stephanie whispered into Kerry's ear.

Kerry smiled like she knew a secret no one else in the world knew, and then started to lick Stephanie's hardened pink nipples. She went from one to the other without taking her tongue of Stephanie's chest. Stephanie moaned in pleasure. They took a step back from each other. Kerry was still fully clothed in her purple and white Cheerleading outfit. The top had no sleeves and was deep cut down the center showing off an ample amount of cleavage. It ended just above her belly button, showing most of her stomach. She wore a short skirt which came only a few inches below her ass. When she bent over she had to bend her knees otherwise everyone would get a shot of her panties. Granted she always wore whole-butts in this outfit, but she didn't like the idea of boy's leering at her. Stephanie having already disrobed her top was standing in only a skirt and a pair of perky tits. If she didn't wear a bra I wonder if she wore any panties, Kerry mused. Let's find out.

Kerry dropped to her knees and put her head under Stephanie's skirt. She was wearing panties. There were beads of sweat dripping down the inside of Stephanie's legs, and Kerry just breathed the aroma in. She licked a stream of sweat running along the inside of her leg. Stephanie flinched from what Kerry knew was a tickle spot. Kerry pulled her head out, and put her hands up Stephanie's skirt. Her hands reappeared a few seconds later with a purple thong. Kerry held it up like she was about to flick a rubber band, and released it upon the camera. James laughed and then pulled it off the lens.

Kerry stuck her head back up the skirt and started to lick at the vaginal lips. They were dry so Kerry had to pull her labia apart and jam her tongue deep into her hole where it was permanently lubricated. She started licking around getting her flesh more lubricated from the saliva than Stephanie's own juices. Don't do this to me now, Kerry thought. We need to get this over with.

Stephanie felt the rushing sensation between her legs, but she couldn't fully enjoy the tongue lapping up her pussy. She was too busy glaring at James who was too busy panning from her tits to the back of Kerry's head. She is your daughter, you pig. Oh God Kerry that felt good, she was only distracted for a few seconds though. All men want to do is shoot some cum ten times a day in any way that degrades women. Look at him shamelessly showing his hard on without a care in the world. That is so gross. Why do they have to continuously show their dominance over us? They get aroused by humiliating us. It's sickening. Oh fuck Kerry, she thought as her knees buckled from the clit rubbing Kerry was doing to her.

"Hey Kerry your turn to get naked and then sixty-nine." James felt euphoric, like the high a man gets at an opium den. 

Kerry stood up. "Ok dad." She started to take her top off. James wanted this moment to last forever, but he also knew he could always hit rewind. So he just watched her top come off and then her sports bra. Finally her beautiful knockers rested in the open for the entire world to see. They were so large yet perky. What happens to a woman from her twenties to her thirties? Gravity was the only thing James could come up with.

Then Stephanie got into the action and helped pull down Kerry's skirt. She stood in her panties only. James zoomed in on the dark stain in her crotch with a small cameltoe forming. Stephanie did not give him much time to view it as she started to pull Kerry's panties down to her knees and finally they fell to the floor. Oh wow! She shaves! James zoomed in until her vagina took up the entire viewing screen. It was so wet and so alive! His view was disrupted by Kerry moving away from him, and facing Stephanie, so he zoomed out. It was Kerry's turn to pull off Stephanie's skirt and what James saw was just as equally beautiful vagina. This one was puffy from being worked on already. James could see the wrinkles in the lips and the way it curled backwards exposing the inner slit. 

"Ok ladies before you start making a tuna fish sandwich, both of you look at me."

They turned towards James and he took it all in. He videotaped every inch of their bodies, and spent an extra long time on their private areas. "Ok now turn around." They did. I feel like a famous director, like Thomas Zupko. James could barely contain himself as he panned over their tight asses. Stephanie's was a little bigger than Kerry's but it didn't bother him. Kerry had a runner's ass, and Stephanie had more of a softball player's ass. 

"Are you done yet?" Stephanie questioned turning her head around to glare at Stephen again.

"Yeah. It's show time now. Do your thing."

Kerry and Stephanie stared deep into each other's eyes. "Do you want to be on bottom? Kerry asked.

"Doesn't matter if you want to be on bottom you can." Stephanie shrugged.

"Oh no, I don't care. I know you like the bottom sometimes." Kerry said sweetly.

"Stephanie you are on the bottom. Kerry babe, you are on top." James sternly directed, but like all women he knew they obeyed a fatherly voice.

Stephanie lay on her back with her legs spread open. James got a quick shot up her pussy from where he stood at her feet. She flicked him the bird. Kerry bent down and straddled Stephanie's chest. She dropped her head down, and kissed Stephanie's vadge. This is it, James thought. I'm going to finally have my dream come true. Kery slowly rolled her tongue out and lightly glided it down the pink path. Stephanie twitched a little. Then Kerry started to lick harder and longer. She really dug into Stephanie's vaginal juice and saliva soaked flesh mound. 

Out of the corner of his eye, James noticed Stephanie's head start to bob up and down. Not wanting to miss his daughter being fucked, he walked around to the other side, and watched Kerry's ass hang delicately above Stephanie's face. She didn't even need to really lifter her head up to lap at the little pink line running between Kerry's legs. They were both moaning as each one licked their way to the center of the tootsie roll pop. James' bent over in pain from his penis jamming against his zipper. So he unzipped his pants and pulled his star attraction out to give it some air. Well while it's out here, I might as well help relieve some of this tension. So he started to jerk his dick like he was in high school watching his first porno. Oh Yeah. This is the most beautiful thing in the world. This is the greatest day of my life, he thought.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GONG ON?" A shrill female voice screamed from behind James.

The shock of the noise startled James so bad he had an involuntary ejaculation causing streams of sperm to shoot out and land on the back of Kerry's ass. Stephanie heard the noise too and started to twitch about trying to see who it was. A glob of semen fell splat on her forehead. She screamed. Kerry moved faster than she ever had in life. She rolled off of Stephanie looking for something to cover her nudity, but found nothing. James still in director mode turned camera and all at the noise and saw a most hideous face attached to his wife. She had a scowl a witch would be envious, and there was lightning in her pupils that scared James greatly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jane's voice lowered in volume, but there was a seething anger behind the low tone.

"There's no real good answer you're going to accept is there?" James knew he was caught, and turned the camera off. What was she doing home early though?

Jane furiously shook her head no as Kerry came running up to hug her mom. "Oh mom it was horrible. Dad made me do this disgusting act with another woman." Tears started to form in Kerry's eyes.

James cocked his head in confusion, but out of the corner of eye he saw Stephanie giving him an evil smile. He bowed his head knowing defeat was eminent.

"Yes ma'am. He told us if we didn't and I am only quoting him here, 'lick snatch until we were sore' he was going to beat us up and rape us." Stephanie's evil smile had turned to dough eyed baby face.

"The bad thing was this wasn't the first time either. He made us do this all the time. He has made me do this so much I can't stand men anymore. I can only love women now." Kerry had set the trap and now she just needed her mom to close the gate on her dad.

Jane thought about how James had been sticking his penis into fences, and making her dress up like Ann Frank. He had slowly been turning sexually deviant for quite some time now. This had suddenly turned into not such a big stretch. "It's ok honey. I believe you. If that is what helps you through this difficult abuse. I will support it." Then Jane turned towards James. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I'm just going to go ahead and head on out." James replied pointing his thumb over his shoulder.

Jane nodded. "I never want to see you again." 

James nodded back in agreement. Then he disappeared out the front door. Kerry, Stephanie and Jane were all hugging each other tightly with Kerry and Stephanie still nude. Kerry felt a little bad about what she did to her dad, but Stephanie was right, men are evil and this was the only way to tell her mom she was a lesbian.

"When you girls called me earlier today and said James was acting weird, I had no idea this is what you meant. Maybe now we can pick up the pieces. I can understand with what you went through that men would be the last thing on your mind." Jane said and then noticed the splooge still stuck on Stephanie's forehead. She wiped it off with her finger and shoved it in her mouth. Stephanie gave her a questioning look. "What? His cum does taste great."



James sat in his hotel room in a daze. It had been two days since the worst day of his life. He hadn't moved off the bed in those two days, and he had a scruffy beard showing now. He just stared at a blank television screen. He wanted to plug in the video camera and watch his masterpiece, but he just couldn't get the image of his wife yelling at him out of his head. He knew he needed to eat something, but he just wasn't hungry. Suddenly there was a knock at his door. I've already paid for the next month, it can't be the hotel staff. "Come in."

"Dad it's a hotel room. It automatically locks." Stephen jiggled the door handle just to prove his point.

James sighed. This is going to be embarrassing. How do I tell my son who has almost no sexual experience what I did? He wouldn't understand. Still he got up and opened the door. "Hey son." He said as he walked back to the bed.

"Dad you look terrible." Stephen had sandwiches from Schlotsky's deli. He really knew how to cheer up his old dad.

"What are you doing here son?" James took the sandwich and started to munch on it.

"I heard what happened. That is pretty terrible what they did to you." 

James grimaced. "Yeah. I bet you think that. You probably think your dad is an old incestuous perv."

"Yes I do. But I think that is ok. What they did to you was just wrong though. I also have some really great news to tell you." Stephen was excited to tell him about Shawna. He was going to ask her to move in with him. He knew it was kinda quick, but Shawna was perfect for him. She was showing him a world he had never known. She let him do all the crazy sex things he wanted. She was kind, and sweet, and more importantly she loved to clean. Stephen liked that.

"I wonder how long they planned it?" James said more to himself, ignoring his son's comment. "Listen to me son. Don't ever get yourself in the position I was in. Don't ever let your dreams overtake your reality. In fact don't even have dreams at all. Just keep your head down and o what someone tells you to do. If life tells you to be miserable, be miserable. Don't fight the system. It doesn't work. Don't ever get married and have kids. And especially don't fall in love with a girl, and let her move in with you. It will ruin your life. I'm sorry I've been blabbering on. What did you have to tell me?"

Stephen tightened his lips into a thin line. "Nothing dad. Nothing at all." Maybe his dad was the jerk his mom told him he was. He thought he knew his dad, but obviously his dad didn't share the same ideas as him. Fuck him. He can die alone for all I care. "I'm going to be going now. Dad. Enjoy yourself." Stephen got up and left.

James shrugged at the quick exit. Kids these days don't like sharing anymore. He smiled when he saw the video camera, and quickly attached it to the TV with the AV cables. I'm glad I was able to instill a little wisdom into my son. He seemed to take it to heart. I hope he follows it and doesn't turn into me. The screen popped on, and there was a still image of Kerry and Stephanie kissing. He pressed play and watched the two of them French kiss. Yes. That was the greatest day of my life, James thought with a smile.