Heather Brown - Mom_s boy hunger

I hid the rest of their clothing. They would discover the switch when they were in some provocative state of undress, and be forced to confront one another with plenty showing. Since one of them was a boy, and the other was a girl, I was certain nature would take its course.

In the meantime, I settled down in the living room and nursed a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper, calmly waiting for the explosion. This was going to be fun.

Their clock-radios went off simultaneously-I had made sure of that eventuality, too. I could hear them scuffling around in their rooms, preparing to face the day and wondering how their alarms had betrayed them on a Saturday.

After a few moments, Sally's voice was the first one I heard.

"What the shit is this?" her astonished reaction to her underwear supply reached my ears.

A moment later, Don spat the same expletive for feces from the adjacent room.

Now it was a toss-up which one would make the first move. I sat on the edge of my chair, tensely waiting and keeping my eye on the hall.

It was a draw. Both of their doors swung open at once and the kids practically collided.

Oh, I'm telling you, it was a classic scene. Don clad only in his loose-fitting pajama bottoms; Sally in her transparent shortie night- gown.

An example of each other's offending underwear was clenched in their fists.

I quickly got up and tip-toed behind a curtain so they couldn't see me and call on me to referee their dispute. This was one argument

Mother was going to make sure they had to settle on their own.

"What's this?" Don thundered in an imitation of his dad, as he brandished a pair of pink bikinis in Sally's face.

"I might ask you the same question, creepo," she retorted with a specimen of her own, hoisting a pair of jockey shorts with her thumbs spreading the elastic waistband. In the process of raising her arms, she failed to notice that the hem of her nightie had risen to the tops of her tawny thighs.

They stared at each other's evidence, trying to figure out what was going on. Each was trying to figure out the most scathing way in which to assess the blame.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Sally charged. "It's your idea of a practical joke, I suppose.

"Sure," Don bitterly scoffed. "And then I filled my own drawer with your stuff I've always wanted to wear girls' panties."

"I wouldn't put it past you," Sally hissed. "You-you degenerate."

"I dare you to call me that again, bitch!"

"Degenerate!"

"Bitch!"

They started slapping each other with their underpants.

During the action, Sally's nightie pitched and tossed, revealing tantalizing patches of her naked body. More than once the mossy triangle of her exposed pussy flashed in the open.

However, the result of the joust was even more explicit when it came to Don. With all the twisting and turning, the loosely tied drawstring of his pajama bottoms came loose and suddenly the garment dropped to his ankles. He was nude.

Sally abruptly stopped hitting him when she noticed. Her eyes slid uncontrollably down his body until they stopped at his crotch.

My plan was working perfectly. She was looking at her brother's cock and balls, and gawking.

Don didn't catch on at first. Then, when he did, he was abruptly embarrassed by his nudity and his sister's attention to its most striking aspect. A deep blush settled over his bare skin.

"Wha-what d-do you think you're looking at?" he finally managed to stammer.

"What do you think?" his sister smirked. "I didn't know my little brother was growing up so fast."

He tried to turn away, but she stopped him in a most ingenious fashion. Taking the hem, she began to tantalizingly roll the bottom of her nightie up her thighs.

"If you let me look at you; I'll let you look at me," she imitated a little kid. "Remember how we used to play doctor when we were both little?"

"We-we can't," Don muttered. "What if Mom catches us?"

"Forget about her. We can always lock ourselves in one of the bedrooms."

He made a move to walk away, but found his feet encased in cement. The paralytic power, of course, was coming from his sister's rapidly revealed body. Sally had the hem of her nightie just below her pussy now, and was obviously determined to raise it the rest of the way and show everything.

Then, with a quick jerk of her wrists, it was out in the open.

Her beautiful cunt. So soft and mossy. The teenage cunt of any adolescent boy's wettest dreams.

Even if it did belong to his sister.

Don's dick automatically sprang to attention. One second it was limp and rubbery; the next it was a twitching pole, rippling with a throbbing network of blue veins.

Still hoisting her nightie in order to expose the breasts of which she was so justifiably proud, Sally sidled so close to her brother that the head of his cock was grazing her snatch. I could almost see the sparks flying from the first tentative meeting of their genitalia.

"We could go in my room," she changed her tone entirely from before and cooed seductively. "I'd lay down on my bed and spread my legs for you."

Even from across the living room I could see that Don was beginning to sweat. Sally really had his self-control on the run.

"You'd like my cunt up close," she continued to ply her charms. "It's all soft and juicy. I'd let you stick your fingers into it. Lick it.

And then-"

"Y-yes?" Don gulped.

"When we were through playing around, you could stick your dick inside me. Feel how tight I can make my cunt. You won't believe how tight I can make it."

"T-tighter than Mom's?" he blurted, letting the cat out of the bag.

Sally looked searchingly into his eyes and then laughed uproariously. "You, too, huh? I should have known. Oh, that Mom is a horny bitch. Of course she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off a fresh young stud-even if he's her own son,

Don wasn't as amused. He seemed to feel betrayed that I had two-timed him with his sister.

"Oh, don't let it bother you, kid," Sally attempted to calm him.

"Just because your mother likes to sleep around with her kids doesn't mean it's the end of the world."

But he didn't see things this way. "She's n-n-nothing but a whore!" he stammered his bitter conclusion.

Sally gave him a long, hard look, assessing the situation.

Obviously Don was too steamed to talk out of his anger. On the other hand, if he kept venting his spleen like this, he might lose his hard-on, and my horny daughter was certainly in no mood for that. How could she respect his outraged feelings and keep him sexually aroused at the same time?

"How would you like to get even with Mother, Don?" she finally asked.

"Just name it."

"Cheat on her," she slyly cooed. "And to make it even better, cheat with the very same person she's been cheating on you with."

"You?"

Oh, Jesus, that girl was a clever one. I was proud of her.

"Let's go, then," Don responded through a firm jaw. He was seething so intensely that his lips didn't even move. However, because of Sally's ingenious maneuver, his cock was more rigid than ever. He was going to exact his revenge by fucking hell out of his big sister.

I couldn't have been more pleased.

They disappeared into Sally's bedroom, hastily kicking the door closed behind them as they rushed for the bed. I could hear them giggling all the way across the living room behind the curtain. It was clear they were on the verge of getting it on in supreme fashion.

Coming out from behind the curtain, I stole toward the bedroom, the imaginary scent of sex flaring my nostrils as though I were a carnal bloodhound. As I moved forward, my thighs slipped together like greasy slabs; they'd been marinated by my dripping pussy.

Of course I'd always intended to eavesdrop on the kids.