Harry Stevens: Wild Naked Family

Gary didn't even think about it. He was a sexual robot by this point, responding unquestioningly to his sister's kinky commands. So into the puckered dent a notch away from her cock-filled pussy his finger probed.

"Ooooh, you do follow orders so damned right," Millie howled. "Now, take it even deeper up my ass. Get it so deep that you can feel my hot shit!"

Gary added another finger and there was no way now that he could help but feel his cock fucking Millie's pussy through the thin wall separating it from her asshole. Then, as his sister had predicted, he became aware of the female fudge which now leaked from her bowels down to his knuckles.

"Can you dig it? I'm shitting along with coming!" crowed Millie. "Shitting and coming… coming and shitting… my finger-fucked ass and cock-fucked cunt getting off together! "

"Jeez, Sis," Gary asked, "are other girls like you?"

"What do you think?" Millie saucily asked back.

"Something tells me," panted Gary, "that you're one of a kind, Sis."

"I try!" Millie squealed. "God knows I try!"

"Wow, my first fuck, and I get the best piece of ass right off the bat," Gary sighed. "How could I get so lucky?"

"As far as I'm concerned, you made your own luck when you swiped my dirty panties. Any chick worth her cunt couldn't resist a guy who's hard up enough for her to get off on her panties."

"Really mean it, Sis?" Gary asked, almost in wonder.

"Absolutely," Millie answered. Then, with playful suspicion, she added, "Say, I'm not giving you ideas, am I? You're not thinking about trying this with anybody else, are you?"

Gary clammed up and Millie could only guess why. She might have quizzed him about it, but then she forgot about anything except the flexing cock in her pussy. She realized that her brother was about to shoot his wad, so she wrote off his abrupt silence, assuming that nature's call had driven all else from his mind.

"Come!" she urged now. "Flood me with your hot, thick jizz!"

"Yeah!" Gary sighed with relief. "You got it, Sis! "

His hilted prick exploded at the depths of her cunt. With the arrival of his cum, Millie climaxed harder than ever herself.

"Incredible!" she cried.

Reaching down, she jerked Gary's wrist, forcing his fingers to pump her asshole at the same time his prick creamed in her cunt. And, with her other hand, she pushed his face back down on her tits to make him bite them once again.

"Ooooh," she groaned, "we're finishing at just the right time. Feels so good I don't think I could stand anymore."

"Same here," Gary groaned, his cock now slowing in Millie's swamped pussy.

"You don't have to agree with everything I say," Millie giggled. "Makes me wanna prove us both wrong. Tell you what, how 'bout a little frosting on the cake?"

Gary didn't know what to say as his sister promptly removed his dripping cock from her freshly fucked cunt and guided it toward her mouth. Then his silence gave way to a mounting series of pleasurable moans when Millie sucked their combined fuck-juices from his lingering hard-on.

"Damn if I'm not gonna come all over again if you keep this up, Sis," he finally admitted.

Millie doubled her suction. Before long, her brother's crotch bucked and his deep-throated cock erupted once more. Swallowing as fast as he spurted, Millie reacted as if she owned an oral clit, coming right along with him.

"You trying to kill me, Sis?" Gary joked when his balls had been sucked inside out.

"Die trying," Millie teased back, feeling more fucked than she ever had before and already looking forward to her next fuck-session with her brother.

After all that sucking and fucking, Millie anticipated that she'd focus on her hung brother's big cock spurting up her cunt and down her throat until the next time they got it on. However, something else wound up sticking out in her mind.

Millie now recalled having said something to the effect that no normal female could pass on any guy who lusted after her enough to steal her panties. And remembered how Gary had sounded really surprised to hear this. Enough so that, at the time, Millie had jokingly asked if she was giving him any ideas about trying it with somebody else. Next, just like that, he'd stopped talking.

"Maybe Gary hadn't been taking just my panties," she said aloud.

The thought of it immediately consumed her with curiosity. Millie simply could not resist following up on it and there was no more logical place to begin than by following the sound of the vacuum cleaner right into the living room.

"Mom," she called, "could I ask you something for a sec?"

Glad to have an excuse to take a break from cleaning house, Betsy Underwood shut off the vacuum and answered her daughter. "Sure, hon, what's on your mind?"

"Well, it's kinda personal, Mom," Millie said. "Hope you've got enough time for some girl-to-girl talk."

They'd always had a good relationship, so Betsy Underwood sympathetically assured her daughter that she was there to listen. So what was it, she asked, boyfriend trouble or something?

"Uh, not exactly, Mom," Millie replied. "Actually, I meant something that's as personal for you as it is for me. Don't know just how I ought to say this, but… have you noticed any of your panties missing lately, Mom?"

Betsy Underwood gave a long pause. "So that's what's been happening to them. Really, Millie, if you'd just asked me in the first place I'd have been glad to buy you all the pairs you need, or even loan you whatever you liked of mine. You didn't need to sneak around over something like that."

"No, you don't understand. I'm not the one who's been stealing them," Millie said, correcting her mother's mistaken impression. "See, why I ask is that some of my panties have been missing, too."

Betsy Underwood's jaw dropped. "You're kidding! Who do you think?"

"There's only one way to find out," Millie said. "Do you have any dirty panties, Mom?"

"Half a dozen pairs," Betsy gulped. "I forgot to put them in the laundry basket when you did the wash yesterday."

"Perfect," declared Millie. "We can bait the trap right away. What do you say, Mom?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't think I really want to know who's doing this. Losing a few panties is nothing compared to what might happen if we actually caught whoever it is. It's too dangerous."

"If you say so," Millie sighed after a long pause. "If we don't do anything, maybe it'll just stop on its own."

"Let's hope so," Betsy Underwood whispered, then abruptly turned the vacuum cleaner back on and returned to her housework with a faraway expression on her face.

Millie shrugged and drifted away. Then she went to her room and got an armload of books as if she intended to return them to the library. On her way out of the house she waved goodbye but received no response from her glassy-eyed mother. Then, outside, she looked up the street and saw that her timing was perfect.

"Hey, Sis, where're you goin'?" her brother called as he rode up on his bike.

Obviously, thought Millie with amusement, he wanted to fuck her again. The bulge at his crotch was positively adorable.

"Sorry, kiddo, not today. Mom's home and these books are overdue so I'll catch you later." Gary frowned with disappointment and wheeled his bike toward the garage, sure he'd struck out for the time being. His supposedly departing sister, however, was privately not so ready to write off his chances for a hot fuck.

When she'd originally asked about the panties, Millie hadn't intended to set things up this way. However, once she'd seen her mother's reaction she'd automatically known what to do. It wasn't anything her mom had said so much as the look in her eyes when she'd heard about the panty-thief.

"She wants something to happen," Millie said aloud, more sure than ever that she was right. "And if I'm right, today is it."