Frank Seymour: Sensual Family Nights

The hot afternoon sun baked the naked back of the adolescent young girl as she lay sleeping in the backyard. She moaned in her sleep, wriggling her shapely ass against the air as a fold of the blanket rubbed between her legs, pressing against the tiny wisp of fabric that covered her just pubescent cunt. She wiggled again, and the movement made the strings of her bikini top fall completely away.

Another moan came, and she rolled over on the blanket, the recently developing cones of her young tits pointing straight into the air. Her left foot drew up, the right one cocking against it, and without opening her eyes she reached down to ease the triangle of bathing suit away from her hot little pussy mound.

She appeared to be in her early teens, very pretty, with straight dark brown hair that fanned about her shoulders. Her body was nut brown from the summer sun, except for the pale band of color across her breasts that revealed clearly the shape of the tits and the tinier band that showed above the pushed-down bottoms of her bikini. Both of those areas seemed almost shockingly white in contrast. The only real color on her tits was the dark red tongue-teasers that were her nipples, and. the spreading circle of the same shade around them.

She moved again as she dreamed, her ass twitching. Her hips twisted now, her blossoming tail humping up against the air a time or two. Eyes still closed, she reached down again and her finger slipped beneath the cloth of the bikini to rub across the lips of her cunt, trying to satisfy the itch that was bothering her dream. A sound of satisfaction escaped her lips, and she reached further, digging deep into her cunt with her middle finger. When she brought her hand away the finger glistened with the sweet juices of her heated passage.

"Oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her finger sliding sweetly in the hot moistness of her pubescent, virgin pussy.

Her hips worked against the blanket now-she did not see the boy who suddenly appeared in the window of the house that overlooked her resting spot. But she was seen; he stopped, riveted, his eyes straining to take in every curve of her almost naked body, every detail of the tits that rose and fell with each breath. He had to strain to see, for he was nearly a hundred feet away-the yards of both houses were large, the houses themselves old Victorian structures that bulked huge against the bright blue sky.

"Jeezuz!" he moaned, Overcome by the purely erotic sight of her virginal, sexually ready body.

Instantly he had a hard-on, pressing against his ragged cutoffs. He wet his lips with his tongue and looked over his shoulders automatically, even though he knew the house was empty-his mother was out at one of her club meetings, which meant she'd come home too late to start a decent supper, and probably too swakked to fix it right anyhow. And that meant the old man would be royally pissed for the third day running. He'd start shouting, which would be the beginning of another grand night for all who were stuck in the old family home stead.

But even if the evening was foredoomed to stink, that didn't mean the whole goddamn day had to be lost! Janet Sanborne's hot body was ready for action whether she knew it or not-and her goddamn twin brother, Jimmy, was away for the summer with their mother at the beach house. It was a good thing old man and old lady Sanborne had split for the summer, trying to live apart to see if they really did want a divorce-if only his own bastard father and bitch mother would get the same idea!

"Oh, baby!" He licked his lips again, and rubbed the swelling at his crotch-then slipped his hand inside his pants to feel the hot shape of his cock. It was all he could do to stop himself from pulling down his pants and shorts to jerk off right here!

But Janet was right there, ready for fucking…

He raised his eyes from the semi-naked girl to study the back of her house. Her father was working, and he was pretty sure her year-younger sister, Liz, had left for the town swimming pool not more than half an hour ago. Liz and her twin, Les, were royal pains-for that matter, Jimmy was a pain, too, even though up until last winter he had been Darryl's closest friend. But Darryl was eight months older and started to sprout hair around his cock way over a year before Jimmy's meat stick started to grow. Ever since, Darryl had been horny almost all the time, wanting to smell after pussy and jerking off three of four times every day. Not that he had ever got his cock inside a girl's legs-but he sure as shit would never get a better chance than now!

Look out, cock! You're gonna feel Janet's pussy squeezing your cum!

Darryl rubbed his crotch again, imagining that he could feel the heat of his flesh even through his cutoffs and his undershorts. He reluctantly tore himself away from the window and hurried down the back stairs, a tall, slender boy of fourteen, straw-colored hair covering his ears and the nape of his neck. Despite his slenderness, he was muscular, the veins standing out strong in his arms, the pectorals swelling against his tank top. The nipples were large for a boy, pressing through the knit fabric of the cloth, one completely visible as a dark brown berry. His tan was several shades lighter than the girl's, and would never get deeper, but it was smooth and even, not marked by the usual scrapes and bumps of boyhood. Ragged old sneakers ready for the garbage can were on his feet.

He hurried through the kitchen-his original reason for coming from his room to the back of the house was a strong thirst, after which he had been thinking about digging out a sex paperback to jerk oft. But that was forgotten now as he pushed through the back door and moved quickly across the yard. He found the space in the hedge separating the two yards that was just big enough for him to squeeze through-otherwise it was an impenetrable wall eight feet high, impossible to see through. He moved cautiously through the hedge, peeking through the far side to see if Janet had heard the noise of his progress.

But she was still sleeping, her hand resting across her belly now. As he came closer he could see that the tips of three fingers were pushed under the shape of her bikini bottom-and he was thrilled anew to see the tiny sprinkle of pubic hair escaping around them. His hand dropped again to his crotch to ease his aching organ, pressing it against his groin. It was going to be one of the greatest reliefs he had ever known just to shove his shorts down over his hips, freeing his prick to stand out straight in the air.

Janet moaned again as Darryl dropped to his knees beside her, his hands resting for a minute on his thighs. He studied the shape of her tits, once more licking his lips, and then tried to see the cleft of her pussy between her fingers. There was a dip in the cloth and just that was enough to excite him again.

He reached out to her with one nervous finger, almost touching her tit-and then he hesitated. His hand was no more than an inch away from her flesh when he pulled it back, biting his lip. For several seconds he closed his eyes, steeling his courage-then when he opened them again, reached his hand down to touch her thigh, rubbing gently between her legs.

"Oh!" The girl's eyes flew open, blinking. For a minute she did not realize where she was, what was happening. Then she saw him, looked down at his hand.

"DARRYL! What are you doing?"

She tiled to roll away, but he was reaching for her with both hands now, falling across her to pin her.

Devil take the hindmost! There's no pulling back now, boys! Chaaaaaan-rrrru-rrn-ge!