Rex Taylor - Turned on family

She came back in a few minutes, loosely but fully dressed, in her outer garments at least. Hesitating beside the bed, she looked down at her still hard-pricked brother. "It was Mrs. Murphy from church. She wondered if Mom would be interested in working a booth at the bazaar." Shaking her head, she added, "Where were we?"

The top she wore was an old one, and it had fit her before the blooming of her boobs. Now it clung to the curves of her ripe young tits, showing off the fat pink nipples that poked boldly at the material. Sean's eyes were focused upon those nipple points and their clearly reliefed outlines. "What's wrong?" she asked. "You look like somebody just slapped you with a wet pussy."

"Nothing," he apologized. "I was just looking at your nipples. That's really sexy, Jamie."

She dropped her shorts but kept on the shirt as she remounted the bed. "You think so?" she asked. Their mom went around the house that way all the time, Jamie thought, with no bra and her nipples sticking out. She wondered if Sean ever looked at their mother the way he was looking at her right now. If he could get a hard-on for his sister, she supposed it wouldn't make much difference if he did for his mother, too.

Jamie took him by the cock. On her way back upstairs, she'd decided that she wasn't ready for Noelle yet. Right now she still wanted to be cute little Jamie, but with an important difference. She guided her brother's dick into that important difference, ramming it as deeply into her cunt as she'd taken his cock in her mouth a little while ago. Her cunny muscles began to play a symphony on his driving rod and she gurgled with the delight of it.

"Boy," he said, "if Mom or Dad comes home too early, we're gonna be fucked."

"I don't know about you," Jamie shot back breathlessly, "but I'm counting on being fucked. Get with it, stud!"

It was a rotten day for hunting gash. The boys had been cruising for a couple of hours, but so fax nothing had turned up. Nothing worth snatching, at least. Punch was behind the wheel while the Spider took the jumpseat. Why shouldn't he? It was his idea, wasn't it? Find a girl, grab her, screw her buns off.

All those bitches were dying for it, anyway. Everybody knew that. Once a cunt had been plugged by some real men, she'd be on her Goddamned knees begging for more prick. Punch could see it now. A gorgeous blonde, she had to be a blonde, with baby blues and fucking enormous titties, whimpering and bawling, "Please, Punch honey, let me suck your cock just one more time. I love it when you shove that big dong into my mouth so hard, so deep. You can come in my face, you can fuck me in the ass, but please, please let me taste your pecker one more time!" He smiled.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Timmy chortled. "Two fuckin' quail!" Punch looked ahead and Goddamn! Timmy was right! The one nearest the curb had a skinny ass; she'd really yelp when she got plugged, but Christ, would it be tight! Punch geared down the brakes weren't too good and he eased towards them.

Spider's hand clutched the door handle, ready to fling it open and make his grab, and Timmy was ready, too, in the back seat. The car slowed and stopped, right beside the chicks. They turned towards the Chevy to see what was up. Timmy moaned and the Spider growled, "Ah, shit!"

From the rear it had looked exactly like two chicks, but along side them it was painfully obvious that the one with longer, silkier hair and a skinny ass was a guy, his mustache as silky as his tresses. "Fuckin' long-haired fags!" Punch growled as he jammed the '58 into forward and drove away.

Punch had a brainstorm on their way up the street. That was not a frequent occurrence, but this one seemed to make up for the recent idea drought. "Got it," he grinned. "Let's stake out the old Cemetery Road. Betcha we can grab a college chick on her way to the campus. They use the old footbridge at the bottom of the hill."

"Yeah," Spider agreed, "and we can take our pick, too. We won't have to settle for the first hog that comes along."

"'Bye," said Robin as Mrs. Willis left the car at the mouth of Marshfield Road. Robih liked Mrs. Willis, sort of. She appeared to be in her late thirties but she was nice looking and friendly, and she and her husband Sam appeared to have a very good relationship, like they were still in love with each other or something. They both seemed to smile a lot, especially at one another.

Robin wondered if they'd still smile knowing what had gone on in their house last night. But she didn't really care. After all, she hadn't really done anything, except reply to Sean's advances. The boy had started at all. Robin was only the catalyst. Sean and Jamie would probably have ended up screwing each other sooner or later anyway. She'd only helped it to happen last night instead of some other time. Had it really hurt anyone, after all? She could sense an improvement in both their personalities after the passing of just one night. Sean wasn't so painfully shy and Jamie certainly wasn't as bitchy. Maybe fucking each other was what they needed.

As for herself, she was gonna make sure she got what she needed, too. She'd call Dennis this evening, tell him how sorry she was, offer to make up for it. Yes indeed! As they drove up Richland towards the center of town, she started rehearsing for the conversation, playing both parts in her mind.

Robin stretched and yawned, interrupting her premonition of what Dennis would say to her, and she looked at Mr. Willis. He had one eye on the road and one on her. Robin looked down her front quickly and she saw that her top was half-undone. Damn buttonholes! They needed to be sewed a little tighter. Her top was gaped open and she knew from his sudden flush that Sam Willis had been eyeing her right nipple, exposed by the out ofplace flap in front.

She smiled, wanting to tell him there wasn't any harm done, and she tugged her garment into place, tapping the bow just above her bare tummy. He was still giving her a funny look, though, and she felt just a little sorry for him. He was a nice man, so it seemed, and she didn't really mind if he looked at her tits. They were hers, after all, to do with as she pleased.

"Oh, Mr. Willis," she said, leaning forward in the seat and pointing. "Could you let me out here? At Cemetery Road? It's the shortest way to where I'm going." She had the twenty dollars Laurel Willis had promised and now she was going to buy herself the shorts and top outfit at the Boutique.

Robin opened the door and hopped out as the car came to full stop, waving to Sam as he turned back onto Richland Avenue. The charm and vitality were bubbling over as she started down Cemetery Road towards the footbridge which spanned the muddy former bed of the Hocking River.

Robin strutted down the cobblestoned street, listening to the tap-tap-tap of her heels. She could see herself in that knockout suit right now, and she could feel Dennis' hands stripping it gently from her body. She smiled. The crotch of her jeans rode high, rubbing her gash as she walked. There was nothing beneath her clothes except Robin. She'd contributed her panties last night to mop up the bloodspots of Jamie's broken cherry, so of course wearing them again was out of the question. Besides, it felt good to be pantyless. The denim of her jeans fit so tightly round her ass and along the line of her cunt that she'd been wet all day, and Robin enjoyed the feeling very much.

At the footbridge Robin suddenly stopped short. "Oh, CRAP!!" she yelled to the heavens and to the departed pioneers sleeping on the bluff overhead. She had forgotten her Goddamned son of a bitching purse! It was, still in Sam Willis' car! Robin kicked a medium-sized rock into the mud below and turned to go back up the hill. Mr. Willis would have to make the circuit, so maybe she could catch him, flag him down as he headed south on Richland. Otherwise she'd have to walk all the fucking way back to his house. Don't it always seem to go? she asked herself.