C Ralston: Family in heat

"Thanksgiving vacation, phooey!" Lucinda Collins snorted resentfully, eyeing the pile of homework on the desk.

Lucinda was still a teenager. Short for her age but precocious, Lucinda was a third of the way through her freshman year in high school. She had always thought it was neat being skipped a grade because she was brighter than the other kids back when she was seven but now, seeing all the work expected of a "gifted" high-school student, she wasn't so sure.

The little blonde got up and stretched. She watched as her pert little tits jiggled beneath her shortie nightgown, then rolled to stop. Lucinda smiled at the way her tiny pink nipples showed hazily through the thin material.

"You're growing up fast, young lady," Lucinda mimicked her father's deep voice in the quiet of her bedroom. "You'd better start wearing a bra all the time."

Lucinda giggled. She hated bras. They were so stiff and confining! And besides, they took away whatever sex appeal her youthful body presented to boys as far as Lucinda was concerned.

"Sex appeal," Lucinda muttered. Not that she really had any!

Sighing, the dismayed teen examined her body in the mirror, as she did every day, hoping for a slightly bigger bulge here, a more shapely calf, a more sharply defined line there. Lucinda stared at her ass, deciding for the thousandth time that it wasn't full enough, that it was very nice, but that there wasn't enough yet. She worried over her thighs. Weren't they just a little big? That was always a potential trouble spot with short girls!

Lucinda lifted her nightie top and looked at her waistline in the glass. That pleased her. It was positively tiny.

The critical teen pulled down her pajama shorts and put her right leg up on the dressing table, her heel right up against the mirror. She looked at her fluffy little triangle of blonde fuzz and its petite pink slash.

"I don't know, what I'm worried about," Lucinda muttered. "My pussy is so small, no boy could do it to me anyway, even if I dripped sex appeal!"

Disgusted for the zillionth time at how long it took to "grow up" physically, Lucinda put her leg back down and pulled, up her shorts. She stalked across her room, ignoring the homework that seemed to beckon to her from the desk. Her mind was totally focused on sex and beauty and attracting boys now, and she felt she had no time for dull, unimportant crap like term papers and algebra assignments.

Lucinda came back across the room and paused at the mirror once more. She gave a slow, deliberate smile, the kind she had been flashing on boys she really liked lately.

The effect, Lucinda decided with a warm inner glow, was devastating. With her short, almost white blonde mane and her huge blue eyes, Lucinda thought herself quite attractive.

"If only my tits were bigger!" the youngster sighed. "God, I'd love to have a set like Dawn's!"

Lucinda leaned back away from the glass, a frown on her freckled, pixie-like face. Maybe Dawn could give her some advice on building up her titties in a hurry, Lucinda thought suddenly.

In moments the petite teenager was hurrying down the hall toward her older sister's room. If anyone would know about big boobs, it would certainly be Dawn, Lucinda assured herself excitedly as she neared her older sister's door.

Lucinda could remember a few years ago, when she had been just a child of eight and Dawn had been her age. Her spectacularly built older sister hadn't been such a stone knockout back then, Lucinda remembered. Dawn had been as flat as the proverbial board.

Then, suddenly, overnight it seemed Dawn had begun sprouting the tits that now drove every male in sight crazy. Lucinda did the family wash every week and it drove her bananas every time she read the tags on her older sister's bras – forty "D"!

Yep, Lucinda thought confidently as she knocked softly on the door, if anyone can help me, Dawn's the one. How stupid it is of me not to think of it before.

There was no answer to Lucinda's gentle knock.

The short blonde grew perplexed. It was only ten thirty, for God's sake! And the first night of Thanksgiving vacation. Surely, Dawn wasn't asleep yet!

Growing impatient, Lucinda eased the door open and stepped into the room. It was dark, except for a small nightlight glowing in the wall socket beside Dawn's dressing table. The soft shimmer of light showed the bed empty.

"That's funny," Lucinda said.

Dawn had gone to the pep rally before the big game with a bunch of the other cheerleaders then she and Lucinda had walked home together. Dawn had come upstairs right after dinner to do some homework. Where the hell was she?

More curious by the minute, Lucinda tiptoed over to the bathroom adjoining her older sister's room. The door was open but it was dark and empty inside.

Lucinda was just turning to leave when she heard something. A noise that sounded like an animal moaning was coming from the door at the far side of the bathroom, the door that led into her older brother Steve's room.

Worried by the sound and the strangeness of Dawn's absence, Lucinda crept cautiously up to the door and began to open it. She found she couldn't. It was locked.

The Collins house was an old one with great, high ceilings, bathrooms with two bedrooms on either side, with locks on each door and with keyholes, old fashioned, large keyholes. Lucinda went to her knees and peeked through the keyhole in her brother's door.

The light was on in Steve's room. And Dawn was there. God, was she ever there!

Lucinda sucked in her breath as she peered into the room and beheld her sister sitting naked on the bed next to Steve. He was naked, too, lying on his back. Something long and round and thick and red was towering up out of the rumpled bed sheets surrounding Steve, and Lucinda realized with a missed heartbeat that it was her brother's hard cock!

"Jesus, Stevie, you've got a nice tool for a young kid," Lucinda said to Steve.

"And you know just what to do with it, don't you, Sis?" the smiling boy answered in a husky voice.

"Mmmmm, you bet," Dawn answered, leaning forward.

Lucinda watched in fascinated horror as her older sister bent down until her big tits were mashing into Steve's hairy thigh and Dawn's mouth was hovering near the tip of his inflamed, pulsing cock. With a little wink, Dawn slid her tongue out. Her tongue flicked out and found the red cock and began a long, slow, sensual trip around the swollen knob of flesh.

"Ahhhhh, oh, shit! Dawn, you sure can do it!" Steve groaned. "Lick it. Lick my prick all over before you swallow it!"

The lovely eighteen-year-old with the flashing blue eyes and the tawny gold hair did just as her younger brother wanted. The tickling tongue made long, loving swipes up and down his throbbing prick until his whole twitching shaft was shiny with her saliva.

"Oh, my God!" Lucinda whispered to herself and sat back hard on the bathroom tiles, too shocked to move.

A blow job! Lucinda's fevered, unbelieving brain kept telling her. Dawn was actually giving her brother a blow job!

Lucinda's mind reeled. Some of the junior and senior girls in Lucinda's gym class had talked about sucking off guys before, and one sophomore girl who was a round-heeled slut bragged about doing three guys in one night. But until now, it had all been talk. Until now, Lucinda had always cringed mentally at the lewd image of a boy's hard cock going down a girl's ovaled mouth.

But now she was seeing it! Now it was happening just a few feet away in the other room. And it wasn't some cunt doing it. It was Lucinda's older brother and sister.

The young girl shook her blonde tresses as if to clear the lascivious sight from her memory. She put her eye back to the hole and saw it wasn't a dream or a nightmare. It was happening.