Frank Brown: Two horny cousins

Penny could sit up all night, filing her toenails, plucking her cunt hairs, kissing her own ass. Fern didn't care. She'd had enough of Penny for one day. Now she needed some sleep.

Funny, Fern thought, how she had looked forward to Penny's visit. She hadn't seen Penny in seven years, not since she'd moved to Florida from Chicago. How stupid of her to have thought that Penny would be the same as when she had last seen her! Penny had changed into an entirely different person. And all this talk about sex – it was too much!

Thank God, Penny had arrived on Friday. Thank God, Fern's parents had taken them to Disney World and Cypress Gardens. Thank God for the family picnics on the beach. Had it not been for these things, she would have had to spend the last three days alone with Penny. By now she'd have probably gone nuts. Maybe she'd go nutty by the end of the week anyway, but what could she do?

If only Penny wouldn't keep acting like such a sex maniac. Not only did Penny continue to embarrass her in private, but Fern felt embarrassed being with Penny in public. Penny eyed the boys as if they were chocolates in a candy store. Talk about raping with the eyes! Penny was worse than the most horny guys at school. She had flirted shamelessly right in front of Fern's parents, had flirted at Disney World and Cypress Gardens, had flirted with half the guys in Daytona Beach.

Penny sometimes seemed to be making eyes at Fern's dad. Impossible! Not only was that an embarrassing thought, but it was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous!

"Having a heart attack or something?" Penny asked.

Fern opened her eyes. The room looked strange for a few moments, as if Fern were returning to it after a long trip. Penny sat there like a permanent fixture, as if she'd claimed the room for herself.

"I was almost asleep," Fern said.

"You were breathing real hard. I thought you were having a bean attack or some kind of fit." Penny laughed, then grabbed Fern's hand. "Let's go."

Fern pulled her hand away. "Go? Where?"

"Don't get so uptight, honey," Penny said. "We're going downstairs to find out if Mommy and Daddy are sleeping or making whoopy." She stood up.

"You're crazy!" Fern said. "Lie down here and go to sleep."

"You're crazy," Penny said, smirking. "I never go to bed this early. Coming along? Or are you gonna wait for me to get back and give you a report?" She turned and marched toward the door.

"Get back here!" Fern blurted. "Damn it, Penny!"

Penny giggled, disappearing into the dark hallway without another word.

Fern jumped up. She ran to her closet and tore through her clothes, searching frantically for her bathrobe. It was nowhere! She wanted to scream. Then she realized that not only was Penny not wearing a bathrobe, Penny wasn't even wearing a nightgown. Penny was as naked as a Playboy centerfold.

Christ, I'm losing my mind! Fern thought. Losing my mind! She spun around and charged blindly into the dark hallway.

The hallway was longer than she had ever realized. She felt her way along the walls, stumbling in the darkness. She got to the stairway and began to feel her way down, clinging to the railing. The stairway and the downstairs were black. It was the darkest night she had ever seen.

At the bottom of the stairs, she turned and tiptoed through the living room, stumbling against a chair and nearly breaking her neck. She was sure Penny had put the chair in her path on purpose.

The door that led into the short hallway to her parents' bedroom was open. She knew immediately that Penny was down the hallway. Her parents always closed that hallway door when they went to bed. She stepped through the doorway and looked down the hall.

A light was on in her parents' bedroom. It shone out into the hall. Penny stood next to the bedroom door, peering inside. As if she had heard Fern, she turned around and motioned for Fern to come closer. Fern crept down the hall, trembling and holding her breath.

She wanted to grab Penny by the hair and drag her out of there. The nerve of Penny!

Spying on Fern's very own parents in their bedroom.

Penny turned again as Fern came near. In the dim light, Fern could see an absolutely wicked smirk on Penny's face. Fern scowled at her, but Penny ignored her and turned back toward the door, peeking into the bedroom.

Fern listened, but she heard nothing. She crept to Penny's shoulder and peered around it into the bedroom. For a moment, she saw nothing – only an empty bed flanked by night stands and softly lit table lamps. But then she realized that her mind had blinded her – in the middle of the bed, suddenly materializing as if by science-fiction magic, lay her mother and dad, coupled in a sexual embrace.

Her mom lay on her back, her legs spread, her ass propped up by a thick pillow. Her dad lay on top of her mom, his loins between her legs, his cock plunging in and out of her cunt. Fern could see her dad's big nuts flapping against her mother's ass as he fucked, could see his cock gleaming like an oiled tusk as it pistoned in and out. Her dad's back muscles and asscheeks were contracting as he fucked. And suddenly Fern was aware of the sounds of her parents' lovemaking – of their deep, heavy breathing, of her dad's grunts and her mother's sighs, of the squishing sound of her dad's cockshaft as it worked in and out of her mother's cunt.

Penny glanced at Fern, her smirk saying: I told you so, honey. Fern ignored her, and focused her eyes back on the fuck scene.

As Fern watched, she became aware of more and more things that she'd been unaware of at first. The bedsprings made a barely audible creaking sound to the rhythm of her dad's fucking. Sweat glimmered on her dad's back. Her mother's legs jerked and her toes seemed to curl with every fuck-thrust. Her mother and father grunted and moaned in rhythm, her father sounding like a bull, her mother like a whimpering girl. The smell of sweat and pussy hung so heavy in the air that it seemed to drip.

"Oh, Russ!" Fern's mother gasped. "Oh, Russ, yes!"

"Jesus, you're hot tonight," her dad said. "You swallow some Spanish fly or something?" He rotated his ass, corkscrewing his gleaming hard cock into her pussy.

The woman groaned. "Oh, honey, keep it up like that! Drives me out of my mind!"

She hugged his ass with her legs and kicked at his asscheeks. Her ass churned, her wide open crotch seeming to vacuum her husband's cockmeat in and out of her cunt.

The man went crazy, writhing like a snake on top of his wife, grinding his prick at her pussy furiously.

"Oh, baby, baby, baby!" he grunted.

The woman whined. Her toes clenched. Her fingernails tore at her husband's back.

"I'm coming, Russ!" she whispered excitedly. "Again, darling – I'm coming again!" Her ass jerked as if it were being pelted with buckshot.

The man fell on her, his back rounding as he hammered his cock in and out of her. His fucking hips appeared to move independently of the rest of his body.

"Baby!" he gasped. "Oh, baby, baby!" His head snapped back and his ass vibrated with spasms.

"Shoot it!" the woman moaned. "Fill me with your cum!"

She ran her fingers through his thick blond hair, petting his head quickly and firmly, as if trying to soothe a frantic child. All the while, her legs shivered rhythmically from the spasms shaking her cunt flesh.

"Fuck youuuu!" the man moaned.

"Fuck meeee!" his wife moaned in answer. "Cream me real good!"

A stream of sticky white jism trickled down over the woman's ass, and Fern shivered suddenly with the full realization of what she was seeing. That jism was real. Her dad had actually shot his cum into her mother. Her parents were actually fucking! But how could that be?

Fern had the momentary urge to run into the bedroom and to touch her parents, to run her hands over their naked bodies to make sure that they were real, that they weren't just a hallucination.