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If her brother caught her checking, she could always tell him she was going down to raid the refrigerator.

She walked cautiously out of her room, and down the hall to her parents' room. Good, she thought, she had closed the door.

The noises behind the door still had the same wild sound.

Could they have really kept it up that long?

Cathy couldn't resist it. Listening carefully, she heard her brother's footsteps going toward the kitchen.

He was going to raid the refrigerator himself, which would keep him busy for awhile. Cathy opened the door again, and this time she gasped.

As she looked wide in awe, she saw her mother's legs wide apart, her knees raised. Her father was between her mother's legs, and he was munching on her pussy.

Cathy had no idea that it could be done. She remembered once having tried to lick her own pussy, but she couldn't get her head down between her legs.

Her father's tongue made wet sucking noises as it probed into her mother's womanhood. Cathy felt the desperate rush of pleasure course through her.

She felt as if her house were reeking with sex, which was no help to the over-active, ardent young teenager.

Even her brother suddenly appeared to be an attractive possibility to the desperate Cathy.

Her mother was still moaning sexily.

"Oh, your tongue, Bob, it feels so good, ohh, lick it, honey. Lick my snatch."

As Cathy watched through the partially opened door, she saw her father's tongue licking up his wife's juices. He seemed to enjoy doing it, and her mother was obviously in ecstasy.

Cathy's pussy meat tingled. She sighed and closed the door again, not wanting to be discovered spying.

How could she study tonight when her blood was in a turmoil? She decided that maybe she did need something to eat.

She went back to her room, to put on her bathrobe, mostly to cover the rapidly spreading stain in her pajamas, and went downstairs again, and out to the kitchen.

Her brother looked like her father, tall, dark, and handsome. To Cathy he was always the most handsome boy in the world, and her pussy continued to cream. Her sexual ardor was such that she had not yet acquired any sexual discrimination.

"Hi, Sis," Jimmy smiled, looking fondly at his delectable sister.

His quick gaze to her tits did not escape the overwrought Cathy's attention. Cathy had heard that making it with a brother was incest, and that it was monstrously wrong.

Her parents had never told her that. She had heard it from her friends in school. Cathy was so overwhelmed by her libidinous thoughts, that she didn't even dare to kiss her brother.

He was pouring milk.

"Want some?"

She nodded. He frowned at her.

"You have an awful funny look on your face. What's the matter?"

Cathy shrugged, and sat down at the kitchen table, as Jimmy got another glass and poured her some milk.

"Did you have a nice time?" she asked.

Her brother's rakish grin did nothing to dispel the sexual aura she sensed about him. She knew Jimmy wasn't a virgin, because one day she had caught him reading girlie magazines.

He had hidden the magazines, and she had got angry, her curiosity thwarted.

"Why can't I look at them?" she demanded, irately.

"Because you're too young. And anyway, you're still a virgin. You shouldn't look at stuff like that."

Cathy's eyes had widened.

"You mean you're not?"

Her brother looked at her superciliously. "Of course I'm not. I'm sixteen."

"Is that when you're supposed to do it?"

"Yeah, I guess, if you meet the right girl."

"Well, I'm gonna meet the right guy soon."

Her brother had sprung out of the bed, furious, and grabbed her by her shoulders. He shook her.

"You damn straight better wait, Cathy, or I'll kill you and the boy."

"Why? I'm old enough!"

"No you're not."

Cathy had subsided in frustration, resigned to being bossed by her mother and her father, and now her older brother.

"I don't think I can wait that long," she had said.

"You better!" her brother warned her, pushing her roughly out of the room.

"Hey! Are you with it?"

Cathy snapped back to the present, and stared at her brother. "Yeah," she said defensively.

"Boy, you look like a love-sick cow," Jimmy had teased.

"Well, I'd like to know what you look like!" she demanded.

Jimmy laughed, and pulled out some cake, cutting a piece for himself, and one for his sister.

Cathy had to hand it to him! It didn't matter how aggravating he got. He always looked out for her.

"Where are Mom and Dad."

Cathy turned away momentarily to hide the blush that crept into her face.

"I don't know," she lied. "Aren't they in the living room?"

"No."

"But all the tights are on!"

Jimmy laughed, his voice husky. "I know where they are."

"Where?" Cathy demanded.

"In bed."

"Without turning off the lights?"

Jimmy stuffed a piece of cake in his mouth, and nodded.

"There are times when you don't turn off the lights," he said, sagely.

"I don't know what that means," Cathy said.

"Oh, you'll find out!" her brother promised. "You're too young now."

"No, I'm not!" Cathy exclaimed, pushing the cake away. She was too sexually aroused to eat. Her stomach churned lazily in her belly.

To Cathy, it felt as if her stomach were doing lazy somersaults.

She had to get away from her brother, had to go to her room again, and bring herself off.

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Jimmy."

"Goodnight, Cathy. See you in the morning."

"Yeah."

Cathy put her glass in the sink, her milk only partially drunk. She went back to her room.

Her face began to flush as she lay down on the bed and opened her pajama tops. She started to massage her breasts. Her fingertips soothed the ache in her puckered nipples.

She massaged them very slowly, dreamily. Her mind wandered into a haze.

She pushed the bottoms of her pajamas down, and pressed her hand into her snatch. It was sticky and wet.

She thought of her handsome, rakish brother, and her father, with his monstrous prick, stuck deep in her mother, and then his tongue noisily licking at her mother's cunt.

She had learned one thing at least. If her father had put his mouth on her mother's cunt, it couldn't be perverted.

They wouldn't do anything perverted, so Cathy felt free to fantasize about it.

She brought her hand to her mouth, and tasted her pussy cream. It was a strange taste, musky but somehow, rather sweet at the same time.

While her right hand started to massage her pussy again, her left hand roamed freely over her burgeoning tits.

She felt herself getting hotter and hotter. She rubbed the opening of her juicy little virgin crack, feeling the wetness seep out of her.

Her hand encountered the minuscule little hard button of her clitoris.

She started to rub it, and she felt goose bumps rise on her smooth, white flesh. Her small pink nipples got harder, and she rolled her tongue around and around her lips.

She put one finger into her dripping twat, and twirled it around, trying to make it feel like her father's dick might feel. But she knew it was too small, so she put two fingers into her cunt.

She started to perspire. There was a slight sting as her flesh was stretched wider than it had ever been, but the pleasure was much stronger than the discomfort.

She gasped, and her pumping fingers stopped their rhythmic motion for a moment, as Cathy thought of something else that was terribly important.

If her father ate her mother's cunt, did her mother eat her father's huge prod? She wasn't sure if it would fit into her mother's mouth. But then she had been pretty sure it wouldn't fit into her mother's pussy!

But the thought tantalized her further. Her delight grew as her hands moved around and around on her wet aroused flesh.

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