Anonymous - She!

"What are you wearing under that robe?" he whispered. I smiled.

"Nothing."

"Great! I needed to know that," he said sarcastically. "I was already having a hard time keeping my hands off you." I jumped when his hand went around my waist from where he stood behind me, into the front opening of the robe, and between my legs. I pushed his hand away, blushed, and looked at the door.

"Don't," I said. "Not here." He leaned his head over my shoulder, reached around me from both sides, and covered both my breasts with his big hands. "Don't, Phil. We'll get caught."

"I guess you're right," he moaned, still kneading my breasts. "I just had to do it though." He moved back a step and let me go so I could put the Coke back in the refrig. I waited for him to pick up his drink before I picked up the other two and followed him.

I handed Marshall his drink and sat down, curling one foot under me. Phil sat down in his chair. We laughed at the movie.

The way we were sitting now, Molly and the boys were a little in front of Phil, Minni, and me and I was slightly behind Minni. I felt his eyes on me before I saw him. When I met his eyes, he grinned and looked down my body. Following his eyes, I looked down and saw that he was probably looking under the bottom of my robe unhindered. I sighed and decided I couldn't help it. I just sat still and enjoyed the movie. And his eyes devouring my body.

August was hot and muggy but it didn't seem to make a great deal of difference to my family. One of the least appealing things I could think of was a hot and steamy sexual encounter. But that seemed to be the norm.

Minni often held me at night in our bed, only a sheet covering us to the waist or not at all. Billy caught me every chance he could get and plunged himself into me. Marshall had even snuck into the bathroom twice to catch me in the shower and, the steam on the mirror still, lick me to orgasm before demanding a return on his investment of time and energy.

Phil touched me at unexpected times – as I napped in the sun or walked past him in the hallway or kissed him good-night. Sometimes he put his hand inside a blouse or under a tee-shirt. Sometimes he just grabbed me between the legs.

Molly, on the other hand, preferred afternoons and, I thought, even contrived to get Phil and the other kids out of the house for an hour or two so she could take me to her bedroom.

Certainly, she was equable enough about it. She didn't just want me to lick her or rub her to orgasm, though I did usually. Sometimes she just wanted to lay me back on the bed and suck me until I almost lost consciousness. There was something very sexy about looking into her beautiful emerald eyes as she extended her tongue into me.

That's what she was doing. She'd sent Phil and Minni out on a mission to a mid-city market for a particular kind of ham that everyone seemed to enjoy more than those more easily available. The boys had gone to an afternoon movie.

Almost as soon as they'd left, she'd dropped the robe she'd been wearing to a pile around her feet, posing for me totally naked. She had a wonderful body that cried for attention even when that wasn't her intention at all. Her clit peeped out from between her labia and her nipples stood long and hard from her breasts when she was excited.

Brooking no argument, she'd walked to me and lifted my tee-shirt over my head without comment. Then she'd unzipped my cutoffs – borrowed from Minni – and pushed them to the floor.

She was somewhat strange in always wanting to make love in the bedroom, on the bed. No one else seemed to have this particular restriction on their love lives since I'd made love with someone in every room of the house, the car, and the backyard. She led me to the bedroom and placed me, like a princess, in the nest of soft pillows she made of her bed.

After kissing me for quite a while, she sucked on my nipples as I used my hands to massage her full breasts. Then she rocked back into the position she was in now, her bottom up in the air, her face between my legs, her tongue extended to my clit, and her eyes watching me intently for every feeling, movement, or reaction.

Of course, it felt wonderful as she did it to me and I was coming closer and closer to my orgasm. I wouldn't rate her with the others. They were all different and great.

Minni licked with more exuberance, wanting more of my attention to her needs. Billy now wanted to fuck more than anything else and didn't seem to care particularly whether I had an orgasm or not; I had ensured mine came first since the one time he'd left me incomplete. Marshall enjoyed the play, as if it were a new game of some sort, and would stay with whatever he was doing until I told him to stop. Phil filled me completely, lovingly, and slowly, ensuring I came with his ministrations before satisfying himself with a few following strokes.

In Molly's lovemaking, I felt more as if she were purposely sinning and knowing that at any moment she was going to get caught. She looked into my eyes as she began licking my clit broadly, pulling heavy moans out of me. Since my foot was trapped between her knees, I guided my toes to her pussy and was playing with it. Her bottom was bounding slowly on my toes as she continued licking and sucking me.

I thought that I heard a door close in the house but dismissed it, thinking it must be a neighbor's. I couldn't draw myself from what was being done to me, anyway. I was having trouble focusing my eyes but I still saw him when he came to the door, his mouth open to speak. But he didn't as he looked at us. I was afraid of his reaction but, as I wondered if I should push her away, Phil came into the room further and his shock turned to an evil smile.

He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt quickly. Then, looking at me, he pulled his pants down and off. He was hard and standing out from his body straight. It took a perspective like looking at him across the room to appreciate his size. Up close, it took on too many meanings and feelings to be noticeable in simple dimensions.

He was silent as he walked to the foot of the bed, his cock in his hand, slowly moving up and down its length, and looking at Molly's spread legs with my toes between them. She was hunching her middle into my foot as she continued to lick and suck me, her eyes now tightly closed.

Phil put his finger to his lips to silence me and slowly lowered one knee to the foot of the bed. Equally slowly, his other knee came up as he balanced himself with the hand that wasn't at his cock. I could see his intention and only wondered at her reaction to it.

I moved my foot out from between her legs and her eyes came open, looking into mine with concern. She didn't stop licking me as she stared at me and I smiled. But I could see that she was about to stop and ask me what the problem was. That was when Phil pressed himself behind her and into her pussy.

It was obvious that in the first flush she thought I'd returned my foot to its earlier position. But then she realized it was too big and pressing too far into her. Panic in her eyes, she lifted away from me and looked over her shoulder.

"Phil!" she almost screamed as she caught sight of him. He roughly pushed himself the rest of the way into her, grabbing her hips with both hands. "Ah!" she said, feeling him deep inside her.

"Sucking Sue off, huh! Is that why you wanted us to leave?" he said. He frowned when she was looking at him but, when she turned to me as if for help, he grinned broadly at me. He wasn't going to let her off easy.

"No!" she moaned.

"And I'm kinky and strange when I want to fuck in the car or my own living room." He sounded mad but his face belied the fact.

"No, Phil!" she moaned again. He pulled almost all the way out and pushed hard back into her.