Harry Stevens: The family_s wild ways

He was so cute, Mitzi thought, the way he closed his eyes and bit his lip just before the moment of truth, like a little boy on the brink of something scary.

"Well?" she coaxed when he hesitated at the last second.

Ned braced himself with one last deep breath, then let it out with a whoosh as his hard-on lurched into its juicy target.

Mitzi pushed back. The result was an immediate cuntful of cock. When Mitzi wrapped her legs around Ned to begin rocking him in the cradle of her thighs so the friction grabbed hold, brother and sister were officially fucking.

Now Ned reopened his eyes, face to face with Mitzi while his prick probed her pussy. There was a rosy glow to her cheeks as she dreamily smiled.

"God, Sis, you look like an angel!"

"Suppose that's 'cause," she crooned, "your cock in my cunt makes me feel like I've died and gone to heaven."

"But isn't it supposed to hurt when a girl loses her cherry?" Ned asked.

"Haven't felt that part of it yet," Mitzi said. "You probably haven't fucked me deep enough so far to pop me."

"So what do you want me to do then, Sis?"

"What else, silly? Go for it!" urged Mitzi. Then she unlocked her legs from around her brother and bent them all the way back over her head. This raised her ass so Ned's prick now angled straight into her cunt. At present he was fucking her with about half of his ten-plus inches.

"Yes, go for it!" Mitzi repeated. "Give me every bit of your big prick as deep as you can in my cunt and pop my cherry for once and for all."

Ned was wary. "Gee, Sis, I dunno. Don't wanna hurt you if I can help it."

"When you fuck a virgin, it comes with the territory," Mitzi said, her voice rising with anticipation. "So the sooner, the better. That means rip me, Ned, rip me! Thick my pussy into a bloody mess! Never forgive you if you don't!"

"Okay, Sis, it's your pussy!"

He drew back to get momentum. Then once again he'd boyishly closed his eyes and bitten his lip. But it was like a macho stud that he next drilled to the absolute depths of his sister's virginal cunt with a powerful cock-thrust.

"Owwwww! Didn't know it'd hurt this much!" Mitzi shrieked upon impact.

Sure he'd gone too far, a concerned Ned offered to let up.

"Don't you dare!" Mitzi cried back. "What I meant was that I didn't know it'd hurt soooo goooooood!"

When she'd cried out in pain, Ned had automatically pulled his cock partially out of her cunt. Now Mitzi pushed up from the bed and forced his cock all the way back in.

"Ooooooh!" she whimpered with joy. "Feel me bleed?"

"Then it's popped?" Ned anxiously asked. "Your cherry's popped, Sis?"

"Ram me again just to make sure!"

Ned withdrew halfway and set his hips again. When he looked down, his sister's cunt bubbled with liquid red and the exposed part of his cock's shaft was smeared with the same. Then, when he took another hilting plunge, the blood splattered all over the crush of his and Mitzi's bare loins.

"Yes, that's it! My cherry's finally gone!" Mitzi sang out. "God, thank you, Ned, thanks so fucking much! Thanks for finally turning me into a real woman!"

She climaxed on the spot in celebration. And once she had started coming from her first fuck, Mitzi wasn't about to stop. She took her brother's hands and put them on her tits to go along with his cock in her bloody cunt.

"Squeeze 'em, Ned! Squeeze my titties as hard as you can!" she panted. "Harder you squeeze my titties, the more it'll go straight to my fucked pussy and keep me coming."

Ned's fingers sank into her spongy tits, certain to leave bruises. Mitzi responded to the welcome pain by grinding her crotch against her brother's, her bloody cunt wrenching his buried prick.

"Wow, now I can't stop coming! Couldn't stop to save my life!" she swooned. "Gonna keep right on coming until I get what I need for the perfect ending to the perfect fuck."

"What's that, Sis?"

"My cunt full of your hot, thick jizz, of course!"

"Then you're not gonna have long to wait, Sis. I've been holding back almost from when I first started fucking you," Ned revealed. "Gotta come so bad I can almost taste it."

"Then do one last number on my titties and shoot your wad in my cunt!" Mitzi cried.

He pinched her nipples. And, as Mitzi groaned from the exquisite pain, Ned's prick exploded deep in her pussy. The scorching flood of jizz turned her groaning into a delirious screaming, ecstasy overwhelming her.

"I'm the happiest girl in the world!" she shouted. "No girl's ever felt more fucked than I do now, thanks to you, Ned! What a stud you are!"

"You could turn any guy into a stud, Sis," Ned modestly replied, his cock now slowing to a creamy trickle in Mitzi's swamped pussy. "So I'm the one who ought to do the thanking. Thank God that I'm the one who got to take your cherry."

"Amen," Mitzi sighed in heavenly agreement.

"Vic, I'm worried about Mitzi," Gwen Morgan said to her husband about their daughter.

"Everybody with a teenage girl in the family worries about her," Vic Morgan casually replied.

"But this is serious," Gwen insisted. "If you don't believe me, I'll show you the evidence."

Vic shrugged as his wife went to get something. When she returned, Gwen had a sheet wadded in her hands.

"This is from Mitzi's bed," she explained. "Well, I didn't think she was sleeping on the floor," Vic joked.

"I told you this is serious!" snapped Gwen. "See for yourself!"

Now she held up the sheet in front of her husband. It was spotted with a number of stains.

"So this is what's such a big deal? That Mitzi's been snacking in bed."

"Something a lot more than that," Gwen said. "Maybe what you ought to do is smell for yourself."

She handed her husband the soiled sheet. To satisfy her, he took a whiff, then turned slightly pale.

"Familiar?" Gwen asked, pressing for his opinion.

"Now let's not jump to conclusions. Sure, I'll admit that's what it might be. But it could be something else, too. A lot of things must look and smell like that. We ought to give Mitzi the benefit of the doubt."

"We can't afford to look the other way about this," Gwen maintained. "I'd be only too happy to be wrong, but since there's no way to prove it one way or another, we have to assume the worst. It's too important not to."

"All right, suppose I agree with you," Vic said. "Just what do you suggest we do about this, accuse Mitzi to her face. Even if it's true, you know she'd deny it – especially if it's true. And so far, all we've got to go on is just a dirty sheet. That's not enough to prove anything."

"Okay, coming on too strong might be a mistake," Gwen admitted. "But that doesn't mean you can't draw her out enough to get some idea about what she's really up to. If she has a boyfriend, for instance. You could find out that much. Then you take it from there, and at least give her some fatherly advice about what happens to girls who aren't careful with boys. Is that asking so much from you?"

"Me?" Vic said.

"You know as well as I do that Mitzi's always opened up to you a lot more than she has to me," Gwen convincingly replied. "Daddy's daughter and all that."

"Yeah, guess you're right," Vic sighed. "You win, I'll have a little talk with her. Won't promise you anything spectacular, but I'll see what I can find out."

"When?"

"Maybe tonight if it looks promising."

"Good. Ned has a basketball game. So I'll make myself scarce. Find somewhere to go for a while," Gwen said. "That way you'll have Mitzi all to yourself for what needs to be said and done."

"Thanks a lot," Vic winced aloud, not looking forward to this at all.

She'd been walking down the hall when she'd noticed their bedroom door was closed. That was unusual for this time of day. And, when she overheard the murmur of their voices, she knew they were definitely in there.