Frank Brown: Incest teenegers

At three-fifteen one cold morning in mid autumn, Janet Konig awakened with a steaming cunt and an itchy clit. By three-thirty that morning, her teenage pussy had dripped so much sex-juice that the bedsheet under her pretty ass was all wet and slippery. Damn! she thought if she'd only waited up for her three brothers to get home, she wouldn't be in this horny mess right now. She should know better by now than to miss her bedtime fucks. She struggled up out of her warm bed. She couldn't lie there another second.

"Brrr!" Janet said. The room was frigid, and she was stark naked.

She half-squatted on the cold wooden floor while she sawed the side of her hand up and down her pussyslit. No good. She needed a hot body to rub against. Maybe one of her brothers was still awake. She opened her door and quietly slipped out of her room.

The upstairs hallway was bathed in the blue-silver moonlight that shone in through the window at the far end. The polished hardwood floor gleamed like ice, and it felt as cold as ice on Janet's tender feet. The nights got cold this late in the year, but not cold enough to warrant building a fire in the furnace. As she crept across the hallway to peer into her parents' bedroom, Janet shivered. Her hot nipples stood out like spikes in the nippy air.

The door of her parents' bedroom was wide open. Janet peeked in. The bed was still made, parents nowhere in sight. Janet sighed, her hot breath steaming in the cold air. At least that obstacle was out of the way. She wouldn't have to worry about her parents now. If one of her brothers did happen to be awake, she could smuggle him into her bedroom without the worry of getting caught. She crossed her fingers and tiptoed down the hall.

The floorboards screeched under her feet. She winced with every step. She had to laugh, causing her creamy tits to quiver under the moonlight. She realized that if Mom and Dad were home, she'd have absolutely no chance of smuggling one of her heavy-footed brothers into her room. This hallway floor was a natural burglar alarm.

The door of the bedroom shared by her three older brothers was half open. She could make out a set of naked legs hanging off one of the beds. She peeked around the door. Goddamn! Every last one of them was snoring! Each was sprawled across his own bed under the bright light of the nearly full moon.

The three teens looked like triplets. They all stood about five-ten and weighed about 180 pounds, with lean but muscular bodies completely free of body hair. They were both cute and handsome at the same time, and they were always as horny as billy goats, with their identical seven-and-a-half-inch cocks nearly always pointing up at their chins. As Janet watched them now, their bellies rising and falling with the deep breaths of sleep, their peckers twitching against their navels, she felt a trickle of spit drip from her chin. She realized she was drooling.

"Goddamn!" she muttered, rolling her hard little clit between her thumb and fingers. She didn't dare wake them. She'd tried that before. They threw fits when anyone tried to disturb their beauty sleep. And right now, from the way their peckers were all twitching, they were undoubtedly dreaming about some wild fucking they were doing. Three sleeping bulls.

For a moment, Janet grinned to herself. Maybe if she watched them long enough she'd be able to see their pricks shoot off spontaneously. She'd read about guys having wet dreams, but she'd never seen a guy shoot off in his sleep. That would be a unique experience, something worth seeing. She stood there a full minute watching and waiting. Nothing happened. The three dicks kept twitching and the three brats kept sleeping like Rip Van Winkles. Fuck! This could take all night.

A stream of hot juice dribbled down Janet's smooth thigh. Christ, she was horny! Right now she'd take all three of those big cocks up her pussy at the same time if only those three drunken brothers of hers would wake up. What a waste! There they lay, dreaming about fucking some phantom pussy, and here she stood, the real-live pussy between her legs smoldering.

She crept closer to them. What a bunch of drunken bums! Tim lay across his bed with his long legs dangling over the edge, his bare feet resting on the icy floor. Brian lay upside-down, his silvery hair trailing off the foot of his bed. Another few inches and his head would be hanging off as well. Mike's head was mashed against the headboard of his bed, his chin resting on his chest, his legs spread wide and hanging off either side of his mattress. A beer can sat on his chest and butted up against his chin. The room reeked of beer, with beer cans scattered everywhere. For a moment Janet had the sadistic urge to get a butcher knife and slice off the three worthless peckers that lay like ivory billy clubs against her brothers' bellies. But before she realized what she was doing, she was leaning forward to kiss each of the three peckers, feeling each silky hot cock press hard against her lips in an automatic reflex. As she kissed each pecker, each brother muttered in his sleep.

Wake one of them up, a small voice in her head whispered. Take a chance. You need to get fucked. But as she listened to the voice she was aware of a throbbing sensation in her left asscheek. That's where Tim had kicked her that one and only time she'd tried to wake him up. She couldn't understand why her brothers were so touchy about having their sleep disturbed. They thought nothing of roaring around town on their motorcycles or laying rubber with their souped-up cars until three every morning, waking up half the town countless times every night. But let them get into their own beds and they were ready to kill any intruder on their slumbers.

Giving the three hot cocks a last longing look, Janet crept back out of the room, tripping over two empty beer cans on the way out. Shit! If she'd waited up for them to get home they'd all probably be fucking her right now. But then, maybe not. They might have been dead drunk when they got home and worthless as fuckers.

Let them freeze, Janet thought as she stood out in the hallway, her arms wrapped around herself. It would serve them right if they all came down with colds. She imagined the warming alcohol finally bubbling out of their blood streams and their naked bodies turning as blue as the moonlight that bathed them. She wished it was mid-winter. She'd open their windows and they'd all get frostbite. Maybe their conceited noses would fall off.

Now what? Though her entire body tingled with goosebumps, her pussy throbbed even hotter now that she'd sniffed those three sexy cocks. She looked down the hall toward her own room. Go back to bed and twiddle with her pussy? She wouldn't sleep a wink. Her eye fell on the corner door, the door next to her own. Ben's room. She'd almost forgot he existed.

Janet made a last-second check up and down the street. All clear. She lunged, flew across the street in all her naked glory. Within seconds she was climbing in through Cheryl's bedroom window as quietly as the moonlight. Cheryl was asleep, wrapped up in her quilt, her black hair fanned out over her moonlit pillow. Janet leaned over her and kissed her on her warm lips.

"Mmmmmm," Cheryl murmured, stretching under the quilt. "Timmy, mmmmmm, fuck me."

Damn that Tim! Janet thought. He was probably over here fucking Cheryl while she herself was drifting off to sleep with her horny pussy aching for cock.

"Timmy," Cheryl moaned. "Mmmmm, move that big cock." Cheryl squirmed now under her quilt. Her loins humped up and down in fucking motions.

"Damn it, Cheryl, wake up." Janet said, shaking the writhing girl by the shoulders.