John Kellerman - The family threesome

She undressed lazily and lay on her back on the bed. Her pussy was still swollen from rubbing against Robby's prick. She fingered the lips open and began to play in the juices that still leaked out. Some of his sap had dried on her belly and thighs and some was still moist in the folds of her crevice too. She got her fingertips good and wet and held them to her nose. Yes, she could smell a little of it mingled with her own sex butter. Following an impulse, she smeared it across her cheek, across her lips. Then delicately she touched the tip of her tongue to some. But there wasn't enough to really taste.

"Oh Robby, why are you such a stick-in-the-mud?" she said aloud. But then she felt a darkness shadow her happy-go-lucky thought. What if she had managed to get Robby to actually fuck her? What if some of his cum had gotten into just the right place and started a baby growing in her belly? Sweat broke out on her forehead and Sheri got up and hurried to the bathroom.

With a soapy rag, she washed away whatever cum still clung to her tender petals. It was weird how scared she was all of a sudden. While in Robby's arms she couldn't have cared less about getting in trouble. But now she was back in the familiar setting of her room and that seemed to remind her of who she was, what she was.

But she still wanted Robby. She wanted to feel him forcing his way into her pussy! And she was sure she could tempt him to do just that. Now she had to take care of the practical side of the matter. How to keep from making a baby. Annie Faber might be able to help. And she had to have someone to tell her secrets to.

She got into her nighty and pulled the sheets up to her chin. Annie was going to flip when she told her what had happened in Robby's room. She was just going to flip!

For a week, Mona tried to stay out of her brother's way. That night in the kitchen had greatly disturbed her and she didn't want to invite more irresponsible daydreams or night dreams into her life. She consoled herself by thinking of the short, intense episode as somehow natural. It was natural for brothers and sisters to have passing thoughts about sex with each other. The trouble with her thoughts, though, was that they didn't want to pass.

Robby only left the house for his classes and spent the rest of his time either in his room studying or watching the late movie before going up to bed. Mona went to a show with Merle but the evening had ended with an argument. She felt edgy and antagonistic when she was with him. When he dropped her in front of the house and she was safe inside, she felt relief more than anything. But there was a sadness too. Merle had been very nice to her. And now she was falling out of love with him.

It was Thursday evening. That meant school the next day for Sheri. But instead of finding her daughter working on her studies or getting ready for bed, she discovered her lolling on the bed in Robby's room. Robby was typing something, flying to work around the endless chatter coming from Sheri.

"What are you doing back so early." She cracked. "You and Merle have a fight?" It was that straw that pushed mom's anger over the edge.

"You go to your room. Robby has work to do and he can't get it done with you blathering in his ear half the night." Mona met Sheri's uppity stare. "I mean it, Sheri!"

"Oh shit, I'm not even allowed to speak to my uncle when I feel like it!" Sheri stomped around the room. Robby bent over his typewriter like he wasn't hearing anything.

"Sheri, I don't want to hear this. Do as I say!"

"I'm going to go to Annie Faber's," Sheri snapped finally. "I'll be back later…"

"It's too late to go out… it's a school night."

Mona grabbed at her daughter but Sheri pulled away and trotted down the hall. Mona felt embarrassed rage. She looked at Robby as he turned.

"What can I do with her? She's gotten to that age… you know."

Mona sat on Robby's bed. "You talk like you're ancient. Or have you forgotten you're only twenty yourself."

Robby grinned. "Guess I forgot." He turned to peck another sentence or two, then stopped to correct a mistake. Mona watched his shoulders move under his t-shirt. She felt the old affection for him. The other, naughtier passions she kept locked away.

"Why don't I go fix you a snack and bring it up?" she said. "I bet you're hungry."

"That'd be great, Mona. I could dig it."

It didn't take her but a second to change into her nightgown. Then Mona hurried downstairs and put together a ham sandwich with plenty of mustard – just the way Robby liked it. She opened a beer too and got everything on a tray and carded it up to his room.

He took a couple of bites of the sandwich and washed it down with beer. She felt comfortable again watching him. She could almost remember the times when they'd been kids. Running and hiding in the big hour the parents had. She let the thoughts play through her mind until one she didn't like threatened to invade. Where did they come from? The nakedness… she hadn't thought they'd played together naked so much. Her and Robby. She shook the images away and stood up.

"Well. I hope you enjoy your sandwich. I guess I'd better get to bed."

"Mona, wait…" Robby caught her as she put her hand on the knob. His fingers brushed her waist. There was so little between them she could feel his warm hand on her flesh. She turned. She felt faint. Robby was looking at her so strangely.

"Mona. There's something on my mind…"

"What is it, darling?" Mona remembered how she'd called him darling as a child. But only at certain time. More images flicked through her head. Robby's cock. In her hand. When had that happened? Or was she just dreaming everything?

"Mona. I… I…" Robby stopped and took her hand. "I've been remembering things. How we used to… play."

"I'm sleepy, Robby. I'd better get in bed." She started to open the door but Robby forced her gently away. Forced her back against the wall. He was getting very close. She tried to keep her jutting nipples from touching his chest. They were so big her breasts. She'd always been embarrassed as a young girl because of their size. Robby's hand touched her belly. Mona closed her eyes. She had to get hold of herself. She was thirty-six years old with a daughter. Robby was twenty. Robby was her brother. Her flesh and blood. What was he doing with his hand?

"You're so lovely," he breathed, trembling. "I've thought of you like it used to be…"

Mona's mind raced. How had it been?

"Robby, don't you think I'd better leave?"

"No." Robby pressed his body up against her. The nightgown seemed almost nonexistent now. Why in hell had she put it on? What had she had in mind? Was she leading her own brother on? God no! She wanted out of here! She wanted…

"Mona. Ohhh God, Mona!" His mouth dipped close and their lips brushed. Mona wanted to turn away but she was petrified with shame, fear, confusion. It felt so good! His lips! When he tilted her head slightly, she let him. Her mouth opened. His tongue flicked between her teeth. Darling Robby. Lovely, lovely Robby.

"No!" She put her hands on his shoulders and tried to force him back. "Robby, get away! What are you…"

"You're everything I've always wanted in a woman," he gasped. His hands traced the outlines of her body. Her slim waist, her full, soft hips. Then be kissed her gently on the full, white tops of her breasts. Mona's knees wobbled. She let out a breath and leaned heavily against her brother. "Ohhh Robby, this is awful…"

"It's wonderful." He licked her plump orbs carefully, like a cat might do. She felt a burning tickle between her legs. Robby was inching a hand under her nightgown. She put a weak hand down to stop him, but he forced past her resistance. Now his fingers brushed the skimpy crotch of her panties. They were damp already and his touch seemed to open her springs completely. Mona sighed as she felt her sex butter flood out to drench the sheer nylon. Robby kissed her neck, ground his body against her as he dug gingerly against her silken-covered pubes.