Justin Robins - A passionate family

"You've been working on it," the man said.

"With my fingers and the brush handle," Lisa said, almost proudly.

"Then open those pretty legs wide!" the man said, pushing her thighs apart as he climbed onto the bed. He knelt up between her widespread legs, and his large hands reached beneath her and cupped her rounded buttocks, pulling her entire body toward the huge threatening shaft of his penis.

Billy heard his sister gasp, "Oh… it's so big…" as the blunt head of the stranger's cock pushed at the lips of her pussy. The man pulled her upward, fitting his blood-inflated cock-head into her cunt with a sure stroke and pushing it gently forward. She gasped again, then sobbed in joyous pain as the hard heavy rod of flesh went in deeper. It was sunk only halfway into her virginal cunt, but already her cries of pleasure were becoming tinged with fear.

"Say the words, sweetheart…" he commanded.

"Fuck me, please!" Lisa said hesitantly as if to cover her naivete. "Fuck my cunt good…"

He pushed his huge cock a little deeper into her spread-lipped pussy, and she gasped loudly. "Oh, oh no, wait… you're going to split me in two!" Lisa gasped. "I can't take it all! I'm not ready yet!"

But the man continued to push steadily into her cunt, saying nothing, pulling her tender loins up on his murderous shaft with his hands under her buttocks. Lisa gasped and moaned and gave one sharp cry, but after that, she seemed to relax and lose her fears, and she managed to arch her body to accommodate even more of his huge penile weapon. Her moans were once again suffused with the joy of sensual pleasure, and she began to whisper more loudly, saying, "Fuck me… put your cock deep in my pussy. You sucked me so good… now fuck me even better… please fuck me!"

And watching on the other side of the bedroom wall, Lisa's brother could hardly contain himself. He wanted to rush into the room and push the man away. His hand pumped away at his own lust-stiffened cock, his face twisted with passion. Moans of ecstasy came from his lips, and he mumbled wildly, "Ooohhh, Lisa… I want you… I want it to be me!"

He heard Lisa groan again as the strange man lunged into her recklessly now, his cock surging deep into her nakedly open cunt. She cried out suddenly in pain as he penetrated to the hilt, but the sob soon changed again into a moan of joy. Her tight, elastic pussy was filled to the brim with his cock, stretched to its utmost capacity, and she gave her whole being over to the pleasure he was giving her.

She said aloud, in a husky voice, "Oh… fuck me, do it to me, plow me… fuck me deep…!" Her ankles and heels kicked wildly, digging into his muscular back, and she began to make little animal-like sounds of uncontrollable bliss.

In the course of her obscene moanings and writhings with the man he couldn't identify, Billy masturbated himself to orgasm five times. Finally he slid to the floor, exhausted, yet strangely excited. The couple still tossed on the bed in the room next door, but they were quiet now, kissing and caressing each other's body lovingly. Billy's cock felt raw, and yet he still wanted more of the wonderful sensation of orgasm.

His eyes hurt from straining to make out the shadowy figures in Lisa's room, and his body felt weak and slick with the sticky perspiration of his passion. His thoughts were in a whirl. He could still hear the lewd sounds coming from his sister's bedroom, and he wondered if he would ever be able to make love to a woman like that. He had lost all confidence as he had watched the man bring Lisa to heights of sexual joy that he had not even dreamed of. Could he ever learn how to give that ecstasy to any woman? How long would he have to wait to become a skillful lover like the shadowy man in the next room?

Billy heard Lisa cry out, "I'm cumming… oh, God… it's so good…!" and he rose and put his eye to the small peephole once again. He saw the couple in the throes of climactic ecstasy, Lisa pulling the man's body closer to her with each lunge he made between her wide-split thighs. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, as the thick cock dug deeper and deeper into her cunt, like a rampaging torpedo. And when the man tensed and began ejaculating into her steaming pussy, Lisa moaned and increased her own bucking motions, groaning, "I'm cumming more… I'm cumming again… oh, God… I'm cumming…!"

As the glow of a violent orgasm spread through her flesh, she suddenly sank back, her child's body completely satiated and utterly exhausted. She was drained of all feeling, and her legs unwound limply from around her older lover's back.

"Thank you, my darling," Billy heard her groan.

Billy turned from the wall and walked to his bed. His world was blue and empty. He could never hope to satisfy a woman enough to have her thank him, he knew.

When Billy awoke the next morning, his entire body seemed to ache. He had never had such intense orgasms as he'd had the night before, and they had left him almost as drained of energy as he suspected Lisa was. He felt as if he could sleep until midnight, but his half-snooze was interrupted by his mother's knock on the door and her voice saying brightly, "I have a surprise, Billy. Will you be down soon?"

He mumbled agreement and dragged out of his warm bed. He went into the bathroom and looked at his hollow eyes and tangled hair. He surely had not been getting the proper amount of sleep of late, what with his nightly vigil at the peephole and his excessive masturbation. He hoped his mother wouldn't notice the dark circles and the haggard look he had developed. Ma Baylor had warned that this would be one of the sure signs if he continued on his sinful path of masturbation.

He splashed cold water on his face, hoping the puffiness would magically disappear, but it didn't. He dreaded going downstairs and facing Lisa. He just couldn't have an idle conversation with his gorgeous blonde sister and act as if he hadn't seen her actually fuck a man the night before! It had been bad enough when he'd watched her while she was alone but now… she'd been with a man!

He walked down the stairs slowly, listening to the voices that came from the dining room. Someone special must be there, he surmised, for they always had breakfast in the kitchen. He walked into the dining room and found a strange man sitting at the end of the long dining table.

Billy looked him over carefully. He felt, somehow, that he knew the man. He suddenly knew that the man must be his stepfather, Ray Moore, and he blushed and mumbled a gruff hello as he took his seat opposite the man.

"Billy, darling… this is your new father… Ray," Laura said, beaming at her husband and her son, her eyes bright with pride in both of them.

Billy's blood seemed to be frozen. He couldn't find any words. He had a strange feeling of resentment toward the man, and he couldn't fathom his feelings. He kept his eyes on his plate as the small, elderly woman who served as cook and housekeeper served him toast and eggs and jelly. All the household help lived out and only came in when needed, as Ray insisted that only the family share the house.

The rest of the family launched into a flurry of talk, but Billy's mind was too confused to absorb any of it. He was deeply buried in his own thoughts. They were strange… for the first time, he realized that here was the man who made love to his mother… sexual love, as the man had given to his sister Lisa the night before. It was a sickening and frightening thought, now that he had observed all the intimate details!

Ray Moore grinned broadly at his adopted son over his coffee and said heartily, "Welcome to your home, Billy!" Billy was embarrassed as all eyes turned to him, and he blushed even deeper. He glanced at the handsome face of Ray Moore and wanted to like him, but found only resentment in his heart instead. But he managed to mumble his thanks, and went back to dawdling with his eggs. The image of this handsome, sexy-looking man with his dark-haired Goddess-like mother, doing the things to her that he now knew men and women did, offended the thirteen-year-old boy. It wasn't right. He tried not to picture his mother in the obscene positions Lisa had assumed the night before, but he couldn't block the image. His fury and resentment grew until he feared he couldn't contain it much longer.