Donna Allen: Family in bed

"My head doesn't need clearing." He began gathering his books together.

Silence. Whenever she was alone with Steve he seemed uncomfortable. Now she coughed nervously and turned to him. "I've been meaning to ask you, how do you like married life?"

"It's great."

"It must be hard living here with the rest of us."

"It's not so bad. Your folks are great."

"Do you think my mom's pretty?"

"Sure. Hell, Gloria looks just like her."

"Do I?"

He ruffled her hair. "Naw, you're the runt of the litter."

"Oh, you!" She punched his arm. "Let me get these books out of the way." He piled his books on the floor and changed the television channel.

"Look at her wiggle," Patty said, pointing at the girl on the screen.

"Yet, get a load of those tits."

"You men are all alike." The blonde looked down at her pert but not overly large tits.

"What's the matter, squirt? Feel bad because your titties are so small?"

"They're not small. They're still developing."

"Aw, hell, more than a handful's wasted."

"That's what Billy says about it, only he says more than a mouthful's wasted."

Steve flushed. "Yeah, well, anyway you've got plenty of time."

"For what?"

"I'm old enough, for God's sake."

"Yeah, that's what I said. You've got plenty of time."

"You and Gloria were making out when she was younger than me."

"Gloria was mature for her age."

"Mature, meaning she had big tits." He grinned. "Yeah, she's really got knockers, all right."

Patty folded her arms over her chest. "You just wait. They're growing. I know they are."

"Yeah, squirt, sure."

"Don't call me that. And I'm not a kid. Stop treating me like one."

He feigned fright. "Okay, okay, just don't hit me!"

The blonde teenager giggled. "Want to know the truth?"

"Want to tell me."

"Let me whisper in your ear."

"Just don't blow in it."

She moved closer. "I lost my cherry years ago."

He flushed. "I don't think I want to hear the details."

"What about if I show you?" On an impulse, the teenager rose up and began undressing.

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

She pulled her tee-shirt over, her head. She was wearing a sexy black bra. "See? They're pretty. Want to see more?"

Steve was unprepared for what happened next. Before he could stop her, Patty wriggled out of her jeans.

"I'm gonna prove I'm not a virgin," she purred.

Steve's face burned as he rose up, grabbed her arm and dragged her from the room. "If you're going to strip we'll go upstairs."

As they walked upstairs, he averted his eyes. In her bedroom, he tried leaving, but she pulled him back.

"Make love to me," she said softly. He stared at her. "Are you crazy?"

"You know you want to," she said, seductively running her hand over his chest.

"A guy can't do everything he wants to do."

"Why not?"

Steve blinked. "You know something? You're right."

He took a step forward as the little blonde removed her bra. Her tits were small, but her nipples were big.

As she removed her jeans and panties, his eyes were drawn to the thick bush between her legs. Her pussy reminded him of Gloria's, but her muff was blonde instead of reddish.

Suddenly he realized he had a hard-on. He reddened when she gazed down at the bulge in his fly.

"Well?" Patty said, her hands on her slim hips.

Steve clenched and unclenched his fists.

"You're really asking for it." She giggled nervously. "You want it too. I see the way you look at me."

As she stepped toward him, she stumbled on the rug. He caught her in his arms. Her naked tits pressed against his chest.

"Jesus, now you've done it," he said.

The blonde clung to his neck. "I dig you, Steve. I really do. I've had a crush on you for years."

Shaking his head, Steve began undressing. "If Gloria ever finds out about this she'll kill me."

"Your cock is hard," Patty murmured, climbing onto the bed.

Steve's tongue felt thick. When he was naked, he climbed onto the bed next to her and kissed her lips lightly. "Remember, you asked for it."

"Kiss me."

"Jesus, come here."

His arms enfolded her body. As they kissed, he hovered over her and his cock poked her thigh. It burned into her flesh and turned, her pussy to mush. She was thrilled by the turn of events. Thrilled and a little scared at the same time.

"Billy and I do it all the time," she blurted out.

"I don't care. Neither does he. He's the one who took my cherry."

"You better keep your mouth shut about this."

"I will. Mmmmmm, I love the way you kiss."

"Hey, stop that."

"I'm only touching your cock."

"You're squeezing it."

"Doesn't it feel nice when I do that?"

"Yeah, but not too hard." She lay back and let him plunge his tongue in and out of her mouth. "I've been dying for you to do this," she breathed.

"Get this, squirt. You started it."

"Shut up and kiss me." Curling her fingers around his cockshaft, she trembled with excitement. The moment she had dreamed about had come. She was about to have sex with her sister's husband.

"You can touch me down there," she said. He kissed her hungrily. "How did I ever let you talk me into this?"

She moved his free hand down to her pussy. "You want it as much as I do."

He squeezed her pussy mound and tickled the warm wet folds within. "You're sure ready."

"Jesus, you've, got a big one."

"Do my tits taste good?"

"You bet."

"Suck them again." When his lips were fastened to one of her tits, she giggled. "Well, it's a mouthful, isn't it?"

He whipped his tongue over her nipple. "Spread your legs. I'm not waiting any more. You asked for it and now you're getting it."

Frank read the morning paper as he sipped his coffee. Gloria sat across from him, yawning and glancing at a fashion magazine.

"Pour me some more coffee," Frank said. "It's there next to you, Daddy." Frank scowled, but then smiled when he gazed at his eldest daughter. Damn, she was pretty. He poured his coffee and tried concentrating on his paper.

"I wish we could afford some new clothes, but with only my salary it's hard," the redhead said suddenly.

Frank didn't answer. He'd been against Gloria's marriage to Steve, but she hadn't listened. Hot pants. The kid had hot pants! His heart pounded. Maybe there was still a chance…

"Daddy? Are you listening? If I promise not to tell Steve, will you loan me some money?"

He put the paper aside. "I'll give my little girl money and it'll be our secret."

She brightened visibly. "I'll tell Steve my boss gave me a bonus for making so many sales. Oh, I love you! You'll always be my best boyfriend."

Frank stiffened. "I just want you to be happy, honey. You know that."

Gloria turned the pages of the magazine while Frank rose up and rinsed out their breakfast dishes. He had spoiled her all her life, and he knew it, but he couldn't help himself. She was his favorite and even though she was grown up and married he felt she belonged to him.

He went to his den to work on some papers. Within fifteen minutes Gloria flounced into the room dressed in a short white peasant skirt and a tight tee-shirt. He tried not to stare at her tits. He tried to ignore the throbbing in his crotch.

"I'm going shopping, Daddy," she announced with a grin. "Are you okay? You look funny."

"I'm fine, baby. Remember, don't let Steve know I gave you that money."

She hesitated, then moved around the desk. She sat on the arm of his chair and fiddled with his hair.

"I sometimes think I married Steve because he reminded me of you," she mused.

Frank cleared his throat. "Honey, we weren't going to do that any more."

She withdrew her hand. "I've missed you." Her voice was so soft he barely heard her.