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Lagoona Lane Ch. 01

By: VertigoJ



Author's Note: This note was originally put at the beginning of chapter two, but I felt it was better to put it here, so... Just a warning: this is a very wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am approach to sex, and one which I would never, ever practice in real life. Half the stuff in here I'd never even want to try, but I'm writing it for some reason, so I hope it's good. However, knowing myself, I'm sure some kind of emotional aspect will creep into the plot sooner or later. Probably sooner, as you might guess from this chapter. Anyway, hope you like it. Enjoy.

Edited to add: a few people have been claiming this as a rip-off of the television show Desperate Housewives. All I can say to that is that whilst I may have (read: did) poach the idea of Mrs. Dunn's relationship with Oliver from the show, the rest of the story has been in my mind for months and I just never got around to writing it. I don't expect everyone (or anyone) to believe me, but hopefully the story is good enough to justify your attention anyway. Thanks.



Lagoona Lane Ch. 01



"Hi, daddy," said Lisa, kissing George on the cheek.

"Hey, dad," said Luke, sitting down on the sofa.

"Hey, kids," said George, beaming at them both. "How'd your shopping go?"

"Terrible," said Lisa, brushing lint off her skirt. "Luke wouldn't sit still for five seconds; he kept dragging me out of the stores before I'd even had a chance to look."

"Oh, you had plenty of chances," Luke retorted. "She takes an hour to pick one dress, dad." George made a shrugging gesture, as Lisa glared at her brother. "Anyway," said Luke, getting to his feet, "I'm going to go down to the café and get something to drink. I'll be back in half an hour and then we can go somewhere I want to go."

"Of course," said Lisa, smiling sweetly at her brother.

Luke walked out of the office and briefly heard his father's secretary making a call behind him. "I'll take my lunch now if that's okay with you, Mr. Prewett... Okay, I'll see in an hour." She hung up the phone and followed Luke down two floors and into an empty storeroom. "Oh, Lukey!" she said happily, wrapping her arms around him and sealing his lips with a kiss. "I've missed you."

"I missed you, too," said Luke, brushing some of Carol's hair over her ears. She was a little shorter than he was, but six years older. Her hair was a caramel brown colour that fell past her shoulders in layers with a ponytail in the middle. Today it was held together by small red bows which underlined her youthful appearance. To the majority of people in this office, she looked like a young girl, but to Luke she looked like a much older woman, which added to the fantasy.

"You haven't come to see me in weeks," Carol complained as she undid her blouse.

"I know," said Luke. "And I'm sorry. I've just been really busy."

"Not to busy for this, I hope." Carol slid a hand around Luke's neck and pulled him closer, pushing her back up against the wall. He kissed her passionately and lifted her skirt up around her hips, then spun her around to face the wall. "Ooh, my boy wants his girl to take it from behind does he?"

Luke smiled and nibbled on Carol's earlobe. "I did miss you," he said, unfastening his fly. With his cock free he pushed aside Carol's panties and buried himself deep inside her, gripping her arms for support. "Oh, God."

"Come on, Lukey," Carol panted, pushing herself down on Luke's erection. "Make me proud."

It took five minutes for both of them to reach their orgasms. They had adopted a slow pace at the beginning, but by now Luke was hammering away at Carol's exposed pussy and holding her hips as tightly as he possibly could. She let him come inside her, as she always did, and moaned deeply as her own body reacted to the semen.

Meanwhile, in Carol's boss' office, Mr. Prewett was listening to his daughter's complaints about her brother. "And he told the salesman that I was a size six instead of a size four! And he was cute, too."

"Now, Lisa, you know what I think about you seeing boys at your age."

Lisa pouted. "Yes, daddy."

"Good girl," said Mr. Prewett, as Lisa sank her mouth over his cock again. "Oh, honey, that's amazing."

Lisa smiled up at her father with his cock in her mouth. He returned the smile, and told her that she was the most gorgeous girl he had ever laid eyes on.

"What about mommy?" Lisa inquired. "She's gorgeous, too."

"Yes, she is," said Mr. Prewett. "But mommy doesn't know how to take care of daddy the way you do."

Lisa gave her father's cock a long, slow suck. "Have you asked her?"

"Yes," Mr. Prewett gasped. "But mommy doesn't like the same things we do."

Lisa smiled, said, "I don't mind," and took the entirety of her father's cock inside her mouth.

"Oh, sweetheart," Mr. Prewett groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. "You're so good."

Lisa took advantage of her father's closed eyes to put a finger inside her cunt and think of the boy at the clothes store. It wasn't fair that her father didn't let her date, especially when she was doing this for him. But it was kind of fun doing it, so she didn't mind.

"How did you go on your maths assignment?" her father asked, his eyes still closed.

Lisa lifted her mouth off momentarily. "I got an A+."

Her father opened his eyes and smiled. "Good girl. Make sure you tell your mother that."

"Yes, daddy."

It took a long while for her father to come, but Lisa made sure she swallowed all of it when he did, and sucked his cock some more afterwards the way he liked it. When she had choked it all down, she stood up and kissed him on the cheek, as he ran a hand over her ass.

"Daddy," said Lisa, in her most coy voice, "I spent all my money on a dress for your business party next week, and now I don't have anymore. But I really wanted to buy a nice skirt for Uncle Charlie's wedding, so...."

Mr. Prewett smiled. He had come to expect this. "How much do you need, honey?"

"Um...maybe...two hundred?" Lisa ventured.

"Two hundred?" said her father incredulously, but he nevertheless extracted his wallet and handed her two bills.

"Thank you, daddy," said Lisa, favouring her father with another kiss on the cheek.

"Now be a good girl, okay," said Mr. Prewett. "And try to get along with your brother."

"I will," said Lisa, and left the room. She found her brother in the café on the ground floor talking to her father's secretary. "Come on, dweeb, let's go."

Luke sighed and finished the rest of his spring water. "Ever the lady, my sister is."

Carol laughed and smiled at Luke. "It was nice talking to you."

"You, too," said Luke. He got to his feet and followed Lisa out of the building, glancing back at Carol as he went.

"How long have you been fucking her anyway?" Lisa asked conversationally as she pushed the enormous glass doors open and stepped out into the sunlight. She immediately placed a pair of designer sunglasses on her nose.

"Probably about as long as you've been blowing dad," Luke replied, doing likewise.

Lisa turned and looked at her brother. "Who told you I was blowing dad?"

"No one," said Luke. "It's just every time you leave his office your breath smells like come."

Lisa shrugged as they started off up the street. "I give him what he wants; he gives me what I want."

"Well, you may have noticed that mom gives me money even though I never screw her," said Luke.

"Why don't you?" Lisa asked. "I don't think dad pays much attention to her."

"We aren't all as open to the pursuits of incest as you are, sis."

"Oh, please," said Lisa. "You would fuck the hell out of me if I ever gave you the chance."

"Cocky, aren't we?" said Luke.

Lisa turned and looked at her brother appraisingly. "Are you saying that if I came to your room tonight and asked you to grab me by the pigtails and fuck me silly, you wouldn't do it?"

Luke shrugged. "I suppose it depends."

"On what?"

"On whether you wanted me to or not."

Lisa considered this for a moment, then turned away from her brother and smiled, as they continued further up the street.

The afternoon was getting hotter and hotter, and people in the streets were slowly filtering back into their air-conditioned homes. Cathy Maple was among them, sitting at her kitchen table and fanning herself with a cookbook. She was feeling the effects of standing over a stove all day, and she was grateful to hear the sound of the front door opening. Joey walked into the kitchen a moment later.

"Hey, mum."

"Hi, sweety," said Cathy, accepting a kiss on her cheek. "How was the movie?"

"It was all right," said Joey, slumping into a chair beside his mother. "Bloody hot out there, though."

"Mmm, it is," Cathy agreed. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really," replied Joey. "Just thirsty." He made his way to the refrigerator, took out a jug of water and poured himself a glass. Cathy declined his offer to pour her one. She watched him as he drank, and attributed the heat around her collar to the weather, even though it had appeared during the winter as well. Why did her son make her feel this way? She had spent years mentally condemning the lifestyles some of the other women on the street lived, and yet her own son was stirring strange desires in her. It must be Ron, she thought. He couldn't satisfy her anymore.

She had been thinking that exact same thought one month ago, whilst she was sunbathing by the pool in her one-piece, watching Joey swim laps. The thought itself had brought up the topic of sex, and that had soon led to an interest in her son's muscular chest, which wasn't the thin, boy's chest she had remembered. He was a man now, but still young and inexperienced. Cathy had found herself wondering when his first kiss with a girl would be, and when he would have his first date. She knew he hadn't already, because he shared everything with his mother and he hadn't said anything yet.

Cathy had felt something akin to jealousy at those thoughts; how could she let some young bimbo take away her precious baby, who meant the world to her. She couldn't, and she wouldn't. She did everything to make sure Joey was happy, without interfering with his life. But there was no one to make her happy, not in the way she wanted. She wasn't asking for much – certainly nothing like some of the other women wanted – just a warm body to cuddle up with and to satisfy her simple urges. But Joey was the only one she had, really, and so he'd been the logical contender, at least in Cathy's mind.

It was the most shameful moment of her life when she found herself touching her body and thinking of her baby boy, who had grown up so fast in recent years. She had sat down on the shower floor and curled up against the wall, sobbing and begging the imaginary Joey to touch her. Nothing she'd done or thought about since had come close to the vileness of that incident, but the thoughts were still there, and Cathy couldn't seem to ignore them. I want my son, she thought miserably. I'm the worst mother in the world.

But whether this was true or not was uncertain. There were many women on the block whose motherly duties took second place to their own selfish pursuits. There was Mrs. Lerner at number eight who was carrying on an affair with not one, but two of her husband's best friends. It had led to much experimentation by the women on the street when they had heard what it was like to have two men at once. There was also Mrs. Bishop at number eleven, who had slept with her daughter's best friend. The girl had only been fifteen at the time, and although Mrs. Bishop's daughter had found out and cried until her mother had promised to stop, it was well known by some that Mrs. Bishop and her daughter's friend still engaged in their sultry activities several times a week. And at number twelve lived Mrs. Judy de Laine, who was known by most women on the street as 'the slut who invited her entire son's soccer team over for pizza, beer and celebratory blowjobs'. Her son knew nothing about it, but he was sleeping with his mother's younger sister, his Aunt Macie, so the score was somewhat levelled.

There are literally dozens of stories to tell of the women living at Lagoona Lane – their husbands, their sons and daughters, their maids and gardeners, even their fathers in the case of Mrs. Gilbert at number thirteen. If any of these women knew the secrets of the others, they might not think Pennington such a wholesome place to live.

And as for Mrs. Prewett, who considered herself the most normal woman in the street, well...things were about to change for her. One didn't spend seventeen years in Pennington without dabbling in the more questionable pastimes of a lady. And how long would it be before she found out that her son was banging his father's secretary, and her daughter was opening her mouth to her father whenever he pleased? Perhaps it was only a matter of time, or perhaps she would never find out. Whatever the answer, it will come in time, and so too will the next tale of the women living at Lagoona Lane.



Lagoona Lane Ch. 02







Lagoona Lane Ch. 02



"It's only one more item," Mrs. Prewett protested. "And if I go back I'll be here for hours."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," the checkout girl said, not sounding repentant at all. "But if I let you, then I have to let everyone else as well."

Mrs. Prewett sighed with defeat. But the man behind her in the line had reached over and lifted a loaf of bread from her basket. He held it up to show the checkout girl. "She's got twelve now," he said, and put the loaf into his own basket. He turned and smiled at Mrs. Prewett, who found herself quite flustered. He was definitely a handsome man – he had short hair, warm, brown eyes and an unshaven face. He looked slightly younger than Mrs. Prewett, maybe in his late thirties. The grey T-shirt he wore was just tight enough to show off a muscular torso, the likes of which Mrs. Prewett had never seen before.

The girl at the counter merely raised her eyebrows and began passing items through the register. "Thank you," Mrs. Prewett said as she took her bag. She waited at the entrance of the store for the man to pay for his groceries. "Thank you so much," she said as he joined her.

"It was no problem," he replied. "Here's your bread."

"Thank you," said Mrs. Prewett, taking the loaf from him and putting it in her own bag. "Oh, and let me repay you for that."

The man told her that that wasn't necessary, but Mrs. Prewett insisted. "Do you...live around here?" she asked him once their transaction had finished.

"Just moved in," the man replied. "On Lagoona Lane."

"Oh!" Mrs. Prewett exclaimed. "I live at number three."

"Really?" said the man, with his warm smile. He held out his hand. "I'm Andrew Bateman, nice to meet you."

"Stacey Prewett," said Mrs. Prewett, shaking Mr. Bateman's hand. "It's nice to meet you, too. Welcome to the neighbourhood."

"Thank you," Mr. Bateman said genuinely.

"Have you been here long?" Mrs. Prewett inquired as they walked outside to the parking lot.

"Only moved in this morning," Mr. Bateman replied. "At number nine. Need to stock up on some staple items." He held up his paper bag.

"Oh, well, if you need to borrow anything," said Mrs. Prewett, "milk, sugar – anything at all...."

"Thank you, that's very kind," said Mr. Bateman. "Well, this is my car," he said, stopping beside a dark blue Honda. He would be one of the only people on Lagoona Lane to have a car like that, Mrs. Prewett mused. They were usually all BMWs, Mercedes, Jaguars.... This man was obviously unique.

"It was nice meeting you," said Mrs. Prewett.

"You, too," said Mr. Bateman, and got in his car and drove away.

If only Mrs. Prewett had known then about the mess that man would get her into – she might never have accepted his charity in that supermarket aisle.

* * *

And if Mrs. Prewett had known the kinds of things her son and daughter were doing, she might never have had kids. But as it was, she had no idea that her daughter was at her happiest when she had a thick cock in her mouth. Today it was Oliver the gardener's cock, as Oliver himself leaned against the very back fence of the Dunn's property. It hadn't taken much prompting to get the boy to lower his pants – if there was one thing you could predict about a boy's behaviour, it was that they would never say no to a blowjob from a pretty girl.

The grass at the back of the property was dry and fluffy, so Lisa had no problem kneeling on it, after she hiked her skirt up a little. She was still upset about Luke's rejection, but more than anger she felt desire. How could he have resisted her last night? She had been prostrating for him, practically begging him to fuck her, and he had said no. Well, there was no way Lisa was going to finger herself after that, thinking about the only boy to have ever rejected her. So she had refrained from pleasing herself, until she met Oliver, who would be a perfect remedy for her hunger. Or his cock at least.

"Is that good?" Lisa asked in her sweetest voice, looking up at Oliver with wide, innocent eyes. Boys simply loved it when she pretended she had no idea what she was doing. All Oliver did was nod, and then rest his head on the fence again and close his eyes. He was taking much longer to come than Lisa would have thought, and it led her to wonder whether he had been blown before.

She didn't wonder for long though – this was as much for her as it was for him. She couldn't explain why sucking cock gave her so much pleasure, but it did. She slithered her tongue along Oliver's head again, and then drove his cock back into her mouth. As always, she tried to cover it with as much saliva as possible. And every time she took it out, it dripped all over the grass and shone in the sun.

"You don't have to be shy next time, Oliver," Lisa told him as she took another break. "Next time, just ask me to give you what you want, and I'll be happy to."

She sucked his cock again and he began to come. He warned her first, which Lisa thought was sweet, but she assured him that she would rather have it in her mouth. And so she swallowed every last drop, and smiled at the groans Oliver was issuing above her.

He had nice come, Lisa realised. She had had some truly awful tasting semen over the years, and some delicious batches too, but the one person's she was dying to taste was Luke's. She knew his must be good – there were so many girls at school and women around town who craved it. Lisa had been forced to listen to their tales of how passionate the great Luke Prewett was in bed and how experienced he was, and all the while she'd been denied that illustrious pleasure, when she was his sister! Still, Oliver was a nice distraction.

"Ooh," said Lisa, continuing to suck Oliver's limp cock, "that was quite a load." She tucked his cock gently back into his trousers and stood up. "You don't mind if I kiss you, do you?" she asked. Oliver shook his head vigorously. This wasn't at all how he had pictured his first kiss with Lisa Prewett, but his opinion of her as a good girl had been shattered the moment she got down on her knees at the back of the Dunn's property. He wasn't sure if he still liked her the way he once had, but he definitely liked her for some reasons.

Lisa leaned forward with her lips parted, eager for some kind of affection. It was so rare that boys wanted to cuddle her or make out with her after she gave them what she wanted. She knew Luke would though, and that made her want him even more.

Oliver's mouth was soft and tasted like orange cordial. He was experienced though, and again Lisa was left to wonder if he had been with a girl before. Or perhaps he had a girlfriend. Oh well, thought Lisa – he wouldn't have done this if he was happy with her.

Their kiss lasted for a long time. Lisa broke it by putting a finger on Oliver's lips and looking straight into his eyes, from only two inches away. "Next time you need some relief," she said, "don't be afraid to come and see me. Okay?"

"Okay," he breathed.

Lisa smiled. "Good." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, rearranged her ponytail and turned around to leave. She felt sated, at least for the time being. She had come in her stomach now, so she could get on with her day. "See you later, Oliver."

"Bye," Oliver muttered weakly behind her.

* * *

Cathy Maple was a wreck. She was more miserable than she had ever been, but even more confused. How could she possibly entertain these thoughts of her son when she condemned the other women on the block for similar things? She couldn't, and she shouldn't, but she was so lonely. How many times can a woman listen to the stories of a dozen sexually active housewives and not be intrigued? But my own son!

Cathy tried her best not to think about it. She pushed all thoughts of sex and Joey out of her mind and concentrated on preparing fried chicken for the evening's meal. Ron would be home from his conference soon and she wanted it ready when he got here.

Her concentration wavered, however, when Joey came into the room. Cathy's entire body and mind instantly perked up and wanted to drift over to the refrigerator, where her baby boy was leaning down to get an apple. "Dinner will ready soon," she reminded him.

Joey put his apple back, straightened up and closed the refrigerator door. "What are we having?"

"Chicken."

"Oh, cool."

Cathy glanced sideways and smiled. He was so tall now! And his arms were no longer bony and thin, and he had nothing of his father's week chin. And then there was the fact that he cared about her, and knew her, the way no one else really did. Her concentration breaking in half, Cathy Maple considered, for the first time in eighteen years, using her motherly powers for evil instead of good. "Come here and give your mother a hug," she said, putting the knife down on the chopping board. Joey smiled, walked forward and put his arms around her. The contact was both torment and ecstasy at once. Cathy hugged him tight and pressed her breasts against him, wanting more than anything for him to reach up and grope them.

The time drew on and Cathy was forced to let go before arousing Joey's suspicions. She did, however, in a moment of reckless confidence, kiss him on the lips and smile a motherly smile.

"Moooom!" Joey complained, wiping his mouth with his hand. He was smiling though. Cathy chuckled and tried to keep tears from her eyes. "Go and set the table," she said, turning back to the meal. "Your father will be home soon."

She waited for Joey to leave the room, then took a deep breath and steadied herself on the counter. It hadn't changed. She had felt the same thing she had been feeling for months now. And something else too. His cock.

* * *

After blowing his load all over Mrs. de Laine's soft, smiling face, Luke took some time to lie in bed with her and reflect on his sister's proposal again. It startled him when Mrs. de Laine, puffing on her cigarette, asked about Lisa. "How's your sister anyway?" she inquired, running her finger around Luke's chest.

"She's good," said Luke.

"Your father still won't let her date?"

"No."

"Too bad," said Mrs. de Laine. "She would have been a nice girl for Timmy."

Luke smiled but held back his laughter. If only Mrs. de Laine knew that Lisa had more in common with her than she did with Tim. Luke rolled over and spent ten minutes or so sucking on Mrs. de Laine's breasts, which were some of the largest in the neighbourhood. But time wore on and he had to make some appearances before people got suspicious, so he pulled his clothes back on and after Mrs. de Laine did the same, let her lead him downstairs. "Don't be a stranger, okay?" she said to him. "I've always got time for you, Luke." She kissed him on the cheek and opened the front door, where two nervous and exciting looking boys were waiting. They were younger thank Luke, that was for sure.

"Er, Mrs. de Laine..." one of them said nervously, as the other encouraged him with a nudge.

Why do I bother coming here? Luke wondered. He didn't particularly like associating with pre-pubescent juveniles like these.

"Hi, boys," Mrs. de Laine said, smiling her alluring smile. "Come on in."

* * *

It is perhaps worth mentioning the two important events of Antonio Dunn's day. The first was in his office at Donovan Kingsley, when his wife Gwendolyn called.

"I'm going out for drinks with the girls tonight," she said over the speaker phone.

"That's fine, honey," said Antonio, shifting Jenny, his secretary, to the side. The girl, only nineteen years old, continued to move her hips slowly up and down, riding Antonio's cock the way the young ones always did. Her blue skirt was hiked up around her waist and her white blouse was up above her supple, young breasts.

"And will you pick up my dress on the way home from work?" Gwendolyn asked.

"Sure, babe," said Antonio, reaching around Jenny for a pencil and notepad. "What's the address?"

"It's on Carlisle Avenue," said Gwendolyn, as Jenny quickened her pace. She was facing away from Antonio, with her hands on his thighs, doing all the work herself. He had to admit, she would receive top marks when it came to the enthusiasm box on her evaluation.

Gwendolyn gave him the number and name of the shop and then Antonio threw the notepad to the floor. "Don't wait up for me, all right?" Gwendolyn said.

Antonio quickly clamped his hand over Jenny's mouth, as the girl started to come. "All right, babes," he said. "See you tonight."

He quickly hit the disconnect button, wrapped his arms around Jenny's waist and bit her neck lightly. "You couldn't wait for me, could you?"

She turned around with an impish grin on her face. "You can still come inside me, Mr. Dunn."

"Good girl," said Antonio, and took her by the hips to finish the job.

The second such incident, in Antonio Dunn's day, was after he arrived home from work. He dumped his keys and Gwendolyn's dress on the table and called out to his wife. There was no answer. Oliver had left for the day as well. Antonio found Elaine, the maid, in the living room, dusting coffee tables.

"Hi, Mr. Dunn," she said when he entered. He came up behind her and put his hands on her hips, then waited until she turned around to kiss her. She, like his secretary Jenny, was full on enthusiasm. She hooked both arms around his neck as they kissed.

"Gwen not home?" Antonio asked.

"Nope."

"Oliver?"

"No."

Antonio smiled and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. "Let's go," he said, unbuttoning her blouse as he carried her to the bedroom.

Elaine was twenty-four years old and a screamer. Antonio very rarely found any time alone with her, and time alone was what they needed if they were going to run the whole orgasmic mile. Sometimes he was left with bite marks on his skin after fucking Elaine. She was a hungry thing, but obviously inexperienced.

Antonio tore off her clothes and followed with his own, then sank down into her arms and stayed there for the next half-hour. By the end Elaine was satisfied and lay against the wall with her legs stretched and spread. She smiled up at Antonio and let him kiss her once more before leaving the room.

And that was Antonio Dunn's day, in a rather orgasmic nutshell. His wife hadn't been wrong about him, but then, she was in no position to point the finger. That very afternoon, after filling Lisa Prewett's mouth with semen, Oliver had been forced to oblige Gwendolyn on her husband's expensive marble table, which had been imported from Italy. And at the current moment, Gwendolyn is telling Mrs. de Laine in the women's bathroom of Le Palais all about her young paramour and how he had come on her chest just that afternoon. In turn, Mrs. de Laine had related to Mrs. Dunn her tale of sex with Luke Prewett, and it was decided that both women wanted the other's boy. And when Gwendolyn Dunn and Judy de Laine wanted something, they usually got it.

"I don't know why that boy hasn't tried to hit on me," said Gwendolyn as she applied mascara in the mirror. "All I hear from the women in town is how good Luke Prewett is in bed, and not once has he even flirted with me."

"He will, honey," said Mrs. de Laine as she powdered her nose. "Luke likes his conquests. Everything has to be perfect."

"It'd be perfect if he came up and stuck his cock in my mouth," Gwendolyn said in an undertone. Both women laughed.

* * *

At the same time, back at the Prewett residence, Lisa Prewett had crept into her brother's room again, this time wearing a long-sleeved set of pyjamas. They were pale pink, like her nightgown, but she had discovered that the way to Luke's cock did not lie in scanty clothes, so she had abandoned the dress.

She found him lying on his side when she entered, but he turned around almost immediately, clearly awake. "Back again?"

"I was curious," said Lisa, closing the door behind her and making her way gracefully across the room.

"About?"

"About which of my conditions you resented the most."

"Ah," said Luke, folding his hands over his chest. Lisa sat down on the bed beside him, her blue eyes glowing once more, and her blonde hair in pigtails.

"Is it really that you hate to beg, or is it that you can't stand the idea of spending time with me?"

"Well, shopping the other day was quite boring," said Luke.

"Well, suppose we don't go shopping..." said Lisa. She placed her soft, small hand on top of Luke's joined ones and looked up at him. "Suppose we park the Porsche beside the lake and sit and talk about our days...."

Luke laughed. "I don't think you're ready for married life just yet, sis."

"Oh, I wouldn't be telling you about the bargains I found at Benny's or the new sweater I'd knitted," said Lisa, with a cheeky grin.

"No?"

"I'd be telling you about Oliver from the Dunn's place – you know Oliver? – and how I sucked his cock today."

"Did you now?" said Luke, sounding amused.

"Mm-hmm," said Lisa, running her hand down to Luke's cock and touching it this time. He squirmed slightly but kept his composure. "And it made me think of your cock, and how nice it would be to have it in my mouth."

Luke smiled and leaned forward, opening his lips up and guiding them towards Lisa's mouth. He stopped just before kissing her though, and gently lifted her hand off his cock. "You're predictable, sis."

Lisa narrowed her eyes and pouted her lips. "Just tell me why," she said with curiosity, as though she wanted him to explain a difficult maths problem..

"Why?" said Luke, bending his neck to either side with two large cracks. "Because I'm the only one you really want, and I'm the only one you can't have. And I love seeing you squirm."

"And you think you don't want me?" said Lisa. She got to her feet and drew her trousers down her legs, exposing the pink cotton panties she was wearing. She came closer to Luke and put a hand on the back of his head. She was close enough for him to touch, if he wanted to. "I know you want to fuck this, Luke," she said. "I know you want to do things to me you've only dreamed of doing with other girls. And I'd let you. Every single one of them."

"How very slutty of you," said Luke.

"Oh, you don't like sluts, do you?" said Lisa, lifting a leg and sitting down over her brother's hips. She ground her crotch down into his and put her arms around his neck. "I could be a good girl for you," she said. "You could make me a woman."

"You're already a woman," said Luke. "I'm sure dad saw to that."

"Aww," said Lisa, sad-eyed and pout-lipped, "is that what's bothering poor Lukey? That he didn't get to bust his sister's cherry."

One of Luke's hands had found its way to Lisa's waist, and she knew she was getting to him.

"Your cherry doesn't concern me," said Luke. "And I'm sure it hasn't concerned anyone for a long time."

"Well, if you must know," said Lisa, "daddy didn't pop it. I did it myself."

"Oh, yeah?" said Luke, now intrigued. "With what?"

"Carrot," Lisa replied simply.

"They can give you infections, you know," said Luke.

"I peeled it first," said Lisa. "And then I ate it."

Luke grinned, forcing Lisa to smile back at him. He had a lovely smile. She looked down at his chest and trailed her finger around it. "So are you going to make little sis happy?"

"You're just as old as I am," said Luke.

"Prove it to me," said Lisa, looking him in the eyes. "Show me you're not my big brother."

Luke's hand started to move on her hip, stroking it softly. Lisa leaned forward with a little moan and pinched Luke's lips with her own. He kissed her back, which delighted her, and soon they were making out as passionately as any randy teenage couple, albeit with Lisa straddling Luke. She had his face between her hands and had raised her body so that she was on a taller level than him. And Luke, mercifully, had raised his hands and lifted her top over her head.




Lagoona Lane Ch. 02



"Is this what you wanted?" Lisa asked. "Do you like my body?"

In reply, Luke pulled her forward by the waist and started kissing her neck, her chest, the swells of her breast, still incarcerated by her bra. He even leaned her back and continued his oral assault on her belly. When his tongue slithered into her navel, Lisa couldn't help but groan. "Oh, I want you to ride me," she said hoarsely. "I want you to fuck me until I'm numb and bleeding."

But Luke, clearly, was not ready to progress to the main event. He seized Lisa more firmly around her waist and pulled her down on top of him, letting her tug off his shirt. "Aren't you scared, Lukey?" she asked as she kissed his chest with moist lips. "You're about to fuck your sister. You might go to jail."

"It'd be worth it," said Luke, pulling Lisa's head up to kiss her again. She writhed her semi-naked body against her brother and made sure to rub his cock with her panty-clad pussy.

"Are you going to stick this in me?" she asked. "I've been waiting for it for so long." She crawled up the bed and sucked on his ear lobe as he bit her shoulder. "Make sure you put it in my mouth, too."

Luke smiled. "You're a big fan of oral, aren't you?"

"I'm a Prewett," said Lisa, kissing further up Luke's neck. "We're all about taste. And besides, that's all I'm allowed to do."

The way she was talking was definitely having an effect on Luke. He could deny his desire no longer, and his control had long since fled. Here was a warm, young body pressed against him, bidding him do what he would with it, and out of all the warm, young bodies he had encountered, he wanted this the most.

He swept Lisa's hair off her neck and bit into it, vampire-style, making Lisa squeal with pleasure. She watched as her brother covered every inch of her neck with his tongue, then took her by the waist and made her ride his cock through her panties and his trousers. She obliged, knowing full well that Luke would be perfectly capable of holding on, after everything he'd done.

"So," said Lisa, as she moved up and down on her brother, "are you going to be nice to me from now on?"

"Maybe," Luke breathed into her ear. Lisa smiled. That was a yes.

They continued to writhe against each other until Lisa was sick with lust. "No more games," she said, reaching down to take off Luke's pants. He caught her hands though, and held them tight. "Beg me," he said with a smile.

Lisa raised her eyebrows. "Beg you? I don't think so. How about I do this instead?" She reached down behind her ass and gripped Luke's balls in her hand, squeezing them just enough to make it pleasurable.

Luke gasped and forced his eyes back open. "It's not going to work."

Lisa squeezed them harder, so that it was painful. Luke squirmed back on the bed and gritted his teeth. "Ask me to fuck you," said Lisa. When Luke didn't speak, she squeezed a little harder. His mouth burst open and he was only just able to muffle a yell. "Ask me."

"I want you to fuck me," Luke gasped.

Lisa smiled and released his testicles. "That's better."

"You're evil," said Luke, narrowing his eyes at her.

Lisa groaned as she crawled further up his chest. "Only went you want me to be."

She let her eyes flutter closed as Luke's hand went snaking down into her panties, and rubbed against her pussy. "That's it," she whispered. "Show little sister what a pussy's for."

Luke slipped his middle finger inside his sister's cunt, which was surprisingly wet. "You're all ready, aren't you?"

"I've been ready for years," Lisa groaned, riding her brother's finger.

Luke licked her throat, like a lion savouring its fallen prey. "Let's take a look at these," he said, and unhooked Lisa's bra while she watched him with a faint smile. She let him do all the work, unfastening the clip, slipping the straps over her shoulders and finally pulling the cups free. Lisa's arms were still around his neck, so he had a faceful as soon as her breasts came free. Lisa pushed them forward, willing him to suck them. He took his time, but finally, with her left breast in his right hand, he closed his mouth around her right nipple and sucked it eagerly.

Lisa threw her head back and moaned, holding Luke's head to her chest. His hands were on her waist now, running down her thighs and back up again, roaming across her ass and finally dipping inside to squeeze her cheeks. "Ooh," Lisa squealed, her face splitting into a grin. "You're a naughty boy, aren't you?"

Luke's mouth found hers and they embraced in a kiss again, Lisa's blonde pigtails falling over his shoulders. He lowered his mouth and kissed her between the breasts, then hooked his thumbs into her panties and drew them off. Still kneeling, Lisa took one leg out, then the other, and left them spread over Luke's waist. She let him feel her between the legs for a while, and kissed him back while he did, then she wriggled down the bed so that her face was level with his crotch. "Hmm, let's see what we have here, shall we?" She undid the single button on his pyjama trousers and then the button on his boxers, and fished his hard cock out through the hole. "Mmm, Luke Prewett's cock," she said, gripping it in her hand. It was perhaps a little over six inches, with some sparse, light brown pubic hair at the base and it was twitching in Lisa's grasp. "Mmm," she moaned, lowering her mouth. "This is what you want, isn't it?" She stuck out her tongue and licked her brother's cock from the base to the head, then smiled up at him. Blowjobs were her specialty, seeing as her father forbade her to do anything else, and she wanted desperately to make Luke come that way, but she knew they both wanted sex first. So she gave him a few long, enjoyable sucks, and popped him out of her mouth. Luke looked euphoric.

"That's what you like, don't you, Lukey?" Lisa said as she crawled back up his body, so that his cock was pinned beneath her cunt. "You like it when little sis uses her mouth."

"I do," said Luke, smiling and kissing her. She felt so small in his arms; his hands almost reached around her waist. She felt small with her father as well, but he never made it a habit to hold her.

Luke yanked off his trousers and through them to the floor, then scooted further up the bed so that he was sitting up properly. Lisa followed him and let her pussy hover over his erect cock. "Come on, Lukey," she said. "You know what you want. Take it."

With his eyes piercing into her, even in the dark, he took hold of her hips and pushed her down onto his cock. But Lisa resisted, and giggled as he tried to force her down. "You have to do better than that, Lukey," she said.

In response, Luke leaned forward, planted his lips over Lisa's and somehow managed to suck her tongue into his mouth. The feeling made Lisa tremble, and as she was busy moaning into her brother's mouth, he was able to lower her onto his cock.  

"That's cheating," Lisa pouted. But a second later she felt Luke's cock hit home and she was in ecstasy.

"Jesus," he said, shutting his eyes and holding her down on him. "You're so tight."

Lisa laughed melodiously. "I've kept it that way for you."

"What about dad?" Luke asked. "Doesn't he ever take you in the pussy?"

"Sometimes," said Lisa. "But usually in the ass. It's too much of a risk most times."

"You like it in the ass, do you?" Luke asked as he began moving Lisa up and down. She leaned her body onto him and helped him.

"Not...particularly," she gasped. "But daddy does."

Luke held her tight as they both drove their loins together over and over, at a pace so slow it forced them to savour every second of pleasure they experienced. "My, God," Luke cried, his face screwed up.

"I told you you wanted me," said Lisa, pleased at her brother's reaction. "You wanted my tight little cunt all along, and you were too afraid to take - ow!" Luke had just silenced her by pushing extra deep and extra fast into her pussy. He was grinning. "Do that again," said Lisa.

It was the most turned on she had ever been in her life, and Luke was doing a good job of sating her hunger. He seemed almost to predict what she wanted. When her breasts were getting cold, he leaned forward and kissed them; when she wanted his tongue, he kissed her on the lips; when her clit was aching, he rubbed it. He even brushed her hair out of her eyes when it got in the way. It was an oddly tender gesture, and one that Lisa didn't think Luke capable of. She didn't think she would enjoy as much as she did either.

Luke lasted a long time – longer than Lisa's father had ever lasted or any boy inside her mouth. And he always made sure to spread his attention over her entire body. He even tickled her toes at one point.

"I want you to come inside me," Lisa whispered into his ear.

"Is that where dad comes?" Luke inquired.

"No," said Lisa. "He uses a condom. No one's ever come inside my pussy. I want you to be the first."

Luke groaned and bit down on her shoulder, easing her up and down so that her breasts grazed his chest. He was going to come like an avalanche. He had had sex this afternoon, but this load for Lisa had been building for years. He wanted to fill her up and make her orgasm just as hard as he would.

"You gonna come?" he gasped, his face now covered in sweat. His hair, like Lisa's, was plastered to his face.

"Uh-huh," Lisa groaned in reply.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

She looked down with an exhilarating smile and shoved her tongue into Luke's mouth. Her hips were bucking and writhing down below. She wanted to feel real come inside her pussy. And she wanted it to be Luke's. Her brother's.  

"Here I come," he grunted at last.

Lisa was already coming, and shouting a load of profanity as she did. "Come in your sister's pussy!" she cried. "Come inside her and make her scream!"

She stuck out her tongue so that with every rise and fall of her body, she licked Luke's tongue, which was hanging out of his mouth as well. He let out a long, almost pained groan and spilled his balls into his sister's waiting cunt. She squealed. She loved it.

"Fuck me, fuck me," Lisa moaned, wrapping her arms around Luke's head, instead of his neck. She rode him until he had emptied everything he had for her, and then she rode him some more. Her own orgasm was still making her bones tremble, and the aftershocks were just as good.

"Ooh, you bad, bad boy," she said, opening her eyes and looking into Luke's with their noses pressed together. She was still moving up and down on his cock, which was losing its form fast. "How did that feel?" she asked. "How did it feel to come inside your sister's pussy?"

"It felt pretty good," said Luke. "Now get off me."

Lisa was taken aback, and she was very rarely taken aback. "What?" she demanded indignantly.

"Get off me," said Luke, "so we can lie down."

Lisa smiled, and felt something oddly akin to relief. Maybe Luke really was a romantic. She climbed off his cock and, giving him a good view of her body, lay down beside him. A second later she realised his cock was glistening with come and pussy juice and leapt up to suck it clean. After that, she finally subsided and lay down.

They were both panting, and Lisa risked moving closer and clutching Luke's arm. He turned his head to the side, smiled and kissed her.

"So," she said when she had pried her lips away, "how would you rate me?"

"Rate you?"

"Compared to all the other girls you've slept with... How would you rate me?"

Luke looked up at the ceiling with a contemplative expression, then down at Lisa again. "On a scale of one to ten?" Lisa nodded. "9.97."

Lisa looked at him suspiciously. "Why not ten?"

"Because this will make you obsess about it for the rest of your life," Luke replied with a malevolent grin. Lisa narrowed her eyes. "So how would you rate me?"

"9.96," Lisa replied without hesitating. "Obsess about that!"

Luke laughed and kissed her again. There was something in that kiss that felt to Lisa like respect, or admiration. She was, she thought, the only girl that was a match for the legendary Luke Prewett. Who else could make him come as much as he did?

"So tell me," said Lisa, ready to change the topic, "just how many girls at school have you slept with?"

Luke blew out a noisy breath. "Want me to start counting?"

"Give me examples."

"Um...Cindy Nance."

"That prude?"

"She's not a prude, I can tell you that."

"Who else?"

"Um...Elizabeth Rowe, Paula Prichard, Susan Lee, Jennifer Hunt... What about you?"

"Well I haven't slept with anyone, obviously."

"Fine, then who have you sucked off?"

Lisa took a deep breath. "Mark Campbell, Alan Kozarkis, Bill that tall kid, a whole bunch on the football team, Fred Anson...Mr. Hammond."

"Mr. Hammond!?"

Lisa shrugged. "He only gave me an A."

Luke smiled and, to Lisa's utter amazement, took her in his arms and hugged her. "I think between you and me we've fucked the whole school."

Lisa smiled into his chest. "Have you been with more than one girl before?"

"A couple times," Luke replied. "You?"

"Girls or guys?"

"Both."

"I've been with a few girls, and I've been with up to three guys before."

"Bet they didn't like the fact that they couldn't fuck you."

"Well, it wasn't a formal arrangement or anything like that – just in the bathrooms after school. I sucked them dry." She smiled up at Luke, to see if he'd get jealous. But he just smiled back and kept silent. Lisa took advantage of the silence that settled over them to reach down and play with Luke's now soft cock.

"So was I really good?"

"You were. You were fantastic."

Lisa kissed him on the lips. "Next time don't wait so long. We could have done this years ago." Luke kissed her on the top of the head and held her closer. "How long does it take you to get hard again?" Lisa asked.

"About as long as any other guy."

Lisa rolled over to check Luke's alarm clock. "When that hits two o'clock," she said, "I'm going to blow you."

Luke smiled. "It's a date."