Ward Fulton - The Forbidden Family Game

"Phil was murmuring my name, over and over and tonguing my neck and clawing at my behind and pumping! I leaned back against his hands and let him bend down to kiss my teats. He could just reach their tops but his tongue could slurp down and tease a nipple. And it was like cherry bombs going off inside.

"By then I was wound up so tight I seemed to feel every rib pressing in on my lungs-which were hot. My stomach was hot and my cunt, all the way up, was bathed in liquid fire. My little snatch itself was working, I could feel it-like gnawing at his; shaft. And something had to give or I'd have blown all my gaskets, maybe just come apart at the seams.

"Something did. Phil pulled back, just a hair-and drove so hard against me I nearly slid off the bench. If my legs hadn't been wrapped around him, I probably would have. And I felt, in the further stretch of my cunt, the pulse of something shooting down his shaft, up into me, and exploding out of his head. Hot! Oh, God, my stomach seemed to find a new thermometer to measure the heat-and it melted everything inside me, in one big gush!

"I almost climbed right through Phil, trying to get closer, get more of whatever was happening. And feeling those pulses and explosions in me. I looked down my front, half-expecting to see it red from the heat inside.

"And it was all over. But how glorious! How wonderful! I can understand why Marie Antoinette is supposed to have said, on her wedding night, 'Do the common people-do this? It's much too good for the common people!'

"It's just much too good!

"I shivered and shook from the explosions that had happened inside me, suddenly exhausted. More than if I'd been fencing, or having a judo workout. Just depleted. Depleted, but happy. And still having minor thrills as Phil started pulling his pecker out of me. I would have hung on to it, but I was so exhausted my legs just fell away and I leaned against Phi, happy to be able to breathe again, and smelling the sharp, exciting smell of sex. Sex and sweat, intermingled.

"Phil's dong slid out, and between us we wet the bench and our bottoms, but who cared! Phil's pecker still shook and quivered a little, but it was much too limp and small to do anything but start up new shivers in me.

"Phil was shuddering and heaving, but he picked me up and carried me over to the big couch and laid down beside me, soothing me with words-I didn't really hear them-and the soft running of his hands over my body. And I clung to him. I'd never had anybody I' could really cling to for comfort. Mother was always too afraid I'd muss her hairdo or smear her makeup-and governesses?-well, they're not much to cling to.

"Phil was sweet to me, kissing me softly under the ear and running his hands gently all over me, stilling some of the shivers and stopping me from crying-I hadn't even known I was crying. 'You're a wonderful little girl, Fay. Wonderful. I never dreamed… I can't understand yet what happened… or how it happened. Darling, I certainly never meant to,… My God! My own kid sister. And only twelve! What a heel… '

"I was indignant. 'I'm thirteen. Or almost' And then giggled, burying my head against his shoulder. 'You didn't have anything to do with it? Who got the chiffon scarves? Who put on the Scheherazade suite? Who danced…?'

"Phil drew back and looked at me, puzzled. 'You mean-you planned to-to get-screwed?'

"I shook my head, my answer muffled against him, 'Not really-planned. Because I wasn't quite sure what could happen. I just wanted to start something-and see.'

"Phil drew a shuddering breath and then brought up what was almost a chuckle. 'Now that you know -would you do it again?'

"I looked up at him. 'You mean, put the scarves on and start at! over? Couldn't we just… I mean, here we are on a nice couch. And we're already naked… '

"Phil grinned at me, a little lopsided-he's rather cute when he does that. 'Wasn't exactly what I meant-but-' He reached down and pulled my rump up close, so my little cunt, which was still twitchy and sort of eager, was up against his leg. 'Boys aren't built like girls… as you seem to have noticed. And they don't function well in rapid succession. However… '

"I could see his dong was already beginning to swell a little. 'I don't mind waiting… ' And I didn't. I was still almost giddy from the first fuck, and my cunt ached some. It didn't hurt. Not to call it hurting, as I had heard the first time would. You get such mixed-up stories from the girls at school. Of course, I went to a very 'fashionable' school, where girls were from the 'best' families and weren't supposed to know about sex. Maybe they didn't know much, but they sure talked about it. I could have written a book of instructions on it, just from what I heard-most of it wrong. Or, anyhow, wrong, in my case. Maybe it works different for different girls. I never really bothered to check back.

"Phil just held me, sort of loose but close, and talked in my ear, those sweet and rather silly things people say after a good lay. And it was good. I guess I'd been hungry for someone to hold me and fondle me. I'd never had any of that sort of treatment. Mother and Father were both too busy and-well, governesses don't seem to run to cuddling. Just to being snippy. Father paid the bills, and they knew I never could get near enough to Father-or Mother-to complain. Anyway, for all I knew, that was the way governesses were supposed to act. So what was there to complain about? Just that I needed a little affection.

"Phil gave it to me. He petted me and caressed me, with, of course, ulterior motives. I know that. He wanted another good screw. But some of it was real. It was too tender to be anything but real. Gentle. He stroked my hair and along my cheek and down my back, not even really trying to get me excited. But, of course, it happened. Lying there beside him, both of us naked, it was bound to happen. But I wasn't making it happen this time. I mean, I wasn't working at it, as I had the first time, with the 'Dance of the Seven Veils.' So I could just relax and enjoy it. Every bit of it. The Chinese say that's the best way-relax and enjoy it.

"I could just lie there and let his hands roam over me, and feel the warmth of his flesh against mine, enjoying each new tension as something tightened in me, almost as if I could catalog them, my breast seeming to get fuller and my nipples standing up, and the tightening of things down at my cunt. That was odd, really. Inside, I got tight, but outside, my cunt was opening, getting slack and moist.

"I could see Phil's pecker getting stiffer in little jerks and quivers, and growing, until I was amazed that it could ever have fitted into me. But I knew it had. And made wonderful sensations. Looking at his pecker now, so big and long, I knew I'd never have even let him throw it into me, if I hadn't been so excited, so built up for it.

"And I was getting built up again. But it was lots gentler, this time. The first was-well, just animal. I'd been a bitch in heat and he was a convenient prick. Now it was more thorough. Slower, in tempo. So slow, really I began to get impatient. And yet I was enjoying all the preliminaries, too.

"I liked the slow way Phil fondled and fingered my teats and slid on down to tease my belly button. His other hand was on my behind, moving, sort of rotary and going closer and closer to the back end of my cunt. He'd kiss one teat and fondle the other, or nuzzle my neck and just let his dick slide over my leg. Not pushing anything, just taking it easy.

"All the time I could see his prick, twitching and swelling, and feel the heat of it against my leg, just stroking the inner side of my thigh. Close to my cunt, but not touching. Yet maybe all the more exciting. I know my legs got weak and fell open. Not much, because I was partly on my side. But it wouldn't have taken much of a push to open me wide. My cunt was so wet I could feel the sides slither a little as my legs dropped open.