Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2012 14:48:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Tim Marsh Subject: Family Learning 2 *** This story is a work of complete fiction. None of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! If you're reading this, then you are a Nifty reader. Please donate to help keep the Nifty archive going! If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com (new email) *** Family Learning Part 2/2 When Claire and I were clothed again, it felt odd, going back to our regular routine. I plopped back down on the couch to watch tv and Claire went back to the computer. I watched another stupid tv show, but all I could think about is having sex again. I had just finished fucking my sister, twice, and all I could think about was doing it again. My dick ached so badly and I was tired, but I could fuck her again. I couldn't wait until the next time we could be sexual together, so I could let go and touch her where I wanted. I could hear pages being turned behind me, telling me that Claire wasn't looking at porn anymore, but doing her homework. I wanted to go back there and knock the books off of the desk and do nasty stuff that felt wrong and good. My dick ached, but it was hard again. Mom came home first, like always and we helped her unload the groceries from the car. Every time I caught a glance from Claire, she seemed to watch me. I wondered if she wanted to do it again right away like I did. Unlike after the sex-ed lecture, we all took our dinners to different spots in the house to do our own thing. I ended up going into my room when Mom and Dad sat in the living room to watch tv. I studied my math homework, which was boring. At one point I heard a knock on the door and it was Claire. "Hey." Claire greeted me quietly. She glanced down the hall and then made her way into my bedroom, closing the door behind her. "Are you still feeling okay with what happened earlier?" She whispered. I nodded my head and smiled, seeing the sigh of relief from my sister. "I was hoping you weren't getting freaked out or anything." Claire said as she sat down on my bed. "It's cool. We can do that again, whenever, if you want." I said, trying to be quiet. "What about right now?" Claire asked, fishing her hand into her shorts. "Now?" I whispered, feeling my heart race. "Mom and Dad are right down the hall. What if they get up to go to the bathroom and wonder why my door is closed." I was getting shaky, remembering that every time my door is closed, Mom knocks and asks if I'm okay. Both Claire and I usually kept our bedroom doors open at least a little. "I wish they could see us doing stuff." Claire whispered. "Maybe they would want to watch us." "No." I said urgently. "We have to be safe. I don't want them to know we did that." "Okay." Claire agreed, "But that's all I can think of, is how good it felt to do sex stuff." "Me too." I sighed. "Maybe you can come back after Mom and Dad go to bed." Claire chuckled, "They stay up so late. That's not gonna happen. Maybe we can just do stuff right now, but be really careful." Claire popped open the button on her shorts, but left the fly zipped up. Claire was lying on the bed with her legs bent at the knees, and hanging over the side. She swiftly pulled her shorts and panties down to her knees, and I saw the awesome patch of soft pubic hairs of her pussy. The sight sent a jolt through me and my sore dick started to become erect again. "What if Mom or Dad comes in?" I asked, in a shaky voice. "Then I'll do this," Claire pulled her legs together tight and quickly pulled her shorts and panties up, and then sat up. She quickly reversed the process, lying back down again. My heart was racing but I wanted to touch her pussy again. We had wood floors so we should be able to hear if someone was coming in enough time. I thought about locking my bedroom door, but that would look even more suspicious if they checked on us. I felt Claire's hand on mine, guiding my fingers to that small patch of pubic hair between her legs. I was nervous but was so turned on as well. I decided that I could at least feel her up a little bit and then stop. I grabbed her pussy with all my fingers, letting two slip in and I felt Claire flinch. I looked down at my sister's half closed eyes and took in every detail of her soft stomach as she squirmed against my touch. She let out a quiet moan and began gyrating her pussy against my hand, which made my dick press against my shorts for release. I leaned forward, resting one hand next to my sister's waist and applied a firm grasp on her crotch. I was wiggling my index finger and middle finger in her slit, feeling Claire's whole body tense and release with every movement of my fingers. "Brother." Claire moaned, grabbing my wrist. She looked at me, like she was expecting something from me. I gulped and let out a shaky breath, realizing what she wanted me to say. I tried to respond in a whisper, but it came out a bit squeaky, and louder than expected. "Sister." Claire's eyes shut tight and her pelvis thrust upward when I spoke. She was really wiggling on my bed and her whimpers were stressed. "Oh, David." My sister sighed into the air, making me rub her faster. We jumped at the same time, when we heard Dad's voice down the hall. Claire yanked her shorts and panties back up, sitting up on my bed. I sat back down in the chair at my desk and watched my sister's wide eyes as we listened. It sounded like Dad was talking on his cell phone while walking down the hall. His voice faded again as we went into the master bedroom. Claire and I were like statues as we waited. I rubbed my fingers together, feeling the juices from my sister's pussy. I was sure that my hand must have smelled like my sister's pussy because my room smelled like it. If Mom or Dad opened my door, they would smell it too. It wasn't a bad smell at all, I liked it, but it was a dead giveaway. Dad kept talking on the phone and we could hear his pacing footsteps in their bedroom. "Pull your dick out." Claire said, under her breath. I shook my head, feeling my heart race even faster. Claire made a gesture with her hand on her own crotch, telling me to unzip and then pull my dick out. "You can put it back in your shorts real quick, if some one comes in." Claire urged me. "It will just look like you left your zipper down on accident." I took a few deep breaths and then unzipped, fishing my dick out of the folds in my underwear. My hardon looked even smaller, peeking out of my shorts and undies, but the release and the stimulation felt great. Claire stood up and tip-toed over to where I was sitting. I felt her fingers softly stroke my dick, making me exhale. She leaned closer as she stroked my cock and whispered into my ear, "What if I just pull everything off and jump on top of you. We might get caught, but if we don't, then you could cum inside me again." I felt my body shudder involuntarily as I considered my sister's suggestion. I wanted to fuck her again so badly, and as good as I was feeling, I was almost willing to take the risk. I let her fingers rub me as I gently stroked her arm. "Here," Claire said, lifting her shirt and holding it with her chin. She pressed her left tit against my nose and that was all the prodding I needed. I opened my mouth, l lapping the surface of my tongue against her nipple. Claire's rubbing staggered on my dick as her knees almost gave way. I felt my sister's hand on the back of my head, shoving my face against her small breast. My moan muffled against Claire's soft skin as I fed on her like a baby. "Let's just do it, David." Claire moaned quietly. Neither of us made any quick effort to stop what we were doing, when we heard Dad's voice get a bit louder in volume. Dad was coming back down the hallway and yelling a conversation out to Mom. Mom responded by yelling back at him. Our parents weren't arguing; they just made a habit of chatting from different rooms. Dad's loud footsteps in the hallway, made my sister back away without any quick effort. We were in such a hot fever for each other that our reactions were slowed. I didn't want the good feeling to stop, but Claire took a few steps back, letting her shirt drop back down. I stuffed my dick back into my shorts, just in case Dad knocked on the door. We were catching our breath as we waited. Dad had gone into the bathroom in the hallway and was shouting stuff out to Mom, discussing dinner plans with some friends on the weekend. I heard the water running in the bathroom which meant Dad was washing his hands while he yelled stuff out. Claire stepped closer to me as we listened again. I didn't want to wait and just decided to fish my right hand right up the leg of her shorts. Claire let out a groan and leaned forward slightly as my fingers found her pussy again. I pulled Claire closer until she was standing close enough that my right leg was between her legs. My fingers worked against Claire at such a fast rate. I wanted to see her muscles clench at my touch. I wanted to rub her so fast and hard that she didn't know how to handle it. I felt Claire's hands grab my shoulders to brace herself as she thrust her pelvis against my touch. She was letting out a stifled moan, trying to be quiet as I pleasured her. I rubbed harder, feeling her body tense and her legs give a little. She leaned forward so far that I felt her cheek next to mine. Finally, I felt Claire sit her full weight on my knee, mashing my hand into her soft cunt. She let out an audible squeak as my fingers worked deeper inside of her. "I'm getting close!" Claire urged as her legs tried to clamp shut against my fingers. My right leg kept her legs from shutting all the way, causing her to twist a little. Claire's pelvis was gyrating at a rapid pace against my hand and she was letting out quick moans as I worked her toward orgasm. I closed my legs against my sister's leg, letting her movements stimulate me. My legs opened and closed against my sister's leg, making the material of my shorts rub against my own hard cock. I was getting close to my own orgasm and we became a mass moving together to work toward orgasm. "Here it comes!" Claire groaned into my ear. "Please don't stop!" I rubbed Claire with speed and force. When it looked like she was starting to cum, I whispered into Claire's ear, "Sister." She let out an audible gasp as he body shook in orgasm. I felt her lips touch my ear, letting me hear her quiet moans while she tried to hold herself up against the waves of the climax. Claire's hand clamped onto my rubbing fingers, trying to stop me from rubbing, but I kept doing it anyway. Her whole body continued to shudder and twitch, making her lean forward quickly, with every flinch. My entire front side became a hot flesh that was filled with my orgasm. I held my sister's convulsing body against me as we cummed together, letting out uncontrolled grunts and moans of ecstasy. I was hopping up and down in my seat, jabbing my fingers into Claire's pussy repeatedly, as my body tried to spurt shots of sperm that I couldn't make yet. Neither of us expected the quick triple-knock, followed by the immediate opening of the door. Dad stuck his head in, starting to say something. Claire jumped up and took quick steps backward, trying to straighten up. It didn't matter what Claire tried to do, because her face was red with the stress of her cum, and her body was thrusting itself to bending over repeatedly, as the waves of her orgasm continued. Dad's eyes opened wide, realizing that what was happening was sexual, and it was because of something that we were doing together. His eyes fixed on me and I looked away; my hand was clamped onto the crotch of my shorts, trying to hide my twitching hard-on. Claire's hand was still clamped on her own cumming vagina as she tried to stop her body from reacting. "We were just..." Claire strained to say, in a voice that was unclear. "Oh my god!" Dad exclaimed, appearing stunned. He looked like he was going to try to say something again, but he stopped. Dad looked from me to Claire and he appeared alarmed and indecisive as what to do. Finally, my bedroom door shut and we were left there, in the finishing shudders of our climax. I immediately felt horrible and wanted Claire to leave the room. I knew that we were in some deep shit, but it didn't seem to be hitting Claire the same way. Claire was bent forward, massaging her crotch slowly, with eyes that were half shut and fluttering. "You should go." I demanded. "We're so busted." "Hang on." Claire said, as she continued rubbing herself. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Get out of here! We're in trouble now." "At least Dad knows what we're doing." Claire said as she pulled her hand off of her crotch. I didn't know how to respond to my sister, who seemed to be taking it better than she should. I didn't know what to say and I remained silent as she exited the room, shutting the door quietly. The swimming feeling of dread took over my stomach. I lay on my stomach across my bed, wishing that we hadn't gotten caught. I tried to listen to hear what my parent's muffled voices were saying in the living room, but I couldn't make it out. After a few minutes, I heard Dad's voice calling Claire and I out into the living room. The subject of sex with my parents was embarrassing enough, but I couldn't image what this would be like. As I walked down the hallway to the living room, I heard Claire's foot steps behind me. I sat at one end of the long couch while Claire sat at the other end. I couldn't make myself make eye contact with anyone in the room and everyone was too quiet. Finally, Mom spoke quietly, like she always did when we were in trouble. "We had both of you go to the sex education talk, to learn more about sex. I didn't think that you were going to do anything like this. This isn't what the sex-ed class was for." "Honey-" Dad started to say, but he was interrupted by Mom's stern voice. "And that is the end of it, Carl!" Mom barked at Dad. "No, Debra." Dad said, in a nervous tone. "You're going to make them feel bad about it. When, if you don't say anything about it, they'll just see it as a learning-" "We talked about this before!" Mom cut Dad off again. "We did," Dad replied, in a louder tone. "But I never agreed." It surprised me that Mom and Dad had discussed this issue before, but more that Dad seemed fine with it. I exchanged a careful glance with Claire, wondering what she might be making of this, but I couldn't read her expression. "Do we just let them do this stuff together?" Mom growled, moving to the edge of her seat. "What if he gets her pregnant?" Mom said that last part in a whisper. "No." Dad replied, looking like he was trying to keep calm. "We'll give them stuff to keep it safe. David is only eleven, so he probably can't even produce sperm yet." I felt my face turning red at the mention of whether I could shoot sperm or not. They were arguing like Claire and I weren't even there. "You, of all people, should be okay with this." Dad said, in an accusing tone. "Carl!" Mom snapped. "It's different. They are our kids...our little ones." "We both have issues in this area." Dad said, in a calmer and comforting tone. "Let's not let our `little ones' grow up being afraid of something that feels good." Claire and I looked at each other again. Clearly we were taken aback by the fact that there were previous `issues' that had something to do with what Claire and I were doing. Mom let out a long sigh, looking down at the carpet in thought. "I still say it's different, and that maybe we should discuss it more before we do anything else." "And I won't have them thinking that this is bad." Dad said. "We both can agree with that." `Maybe." Mom sighed, looking like she was becoming upset again. "You liked it when you were little-" Dad started to say. "Carl!" Mom shouted. "Don't." "Didn't it feel good?" Dad demanded. When Mom didn't respond right away, Dad added, "Doesn't it still feel good when you think about it?" Mom kept silent; an unmoving statue, but she finally nodded her head in agreement with what Dad had said. Dad turned to look at me and then to Claire, "Your Mom had some of the same experiences when she was a little younger than you, David." Mom looked like she wanted to stop Dad from speaking, but she stopped herself and kept quiet. Dad waited a few seconds before continuing, judging Mom's reaction. "Your Uncle Corey," Dad continued, "used to mess around with your Mom when they were young." "Uncle Corey is older than you." I blurted out. I said it more because I was surprised at the age difference, since Uncle Corey is about ten years older than Mom. "That's right, David." Dad said, "But those are still good memories for your Mom, and she is okay with what happened. So it doesn't matter how old your Uncle Corey was at the time." Mom nodded silently, keeping her eyes on the carpet. My heart was pounding in my chest as I realized that I would never see my uncle in the say light again. "What did you guys do?" Claire asked. My heart rate picked up when I heard the words coming out of Claire's mouth. Mom and Dad were silent for a brief, awkward moment. Perhaps Mom was deciding whether to say anything at all, but she finally spoke. "It started out with..." Mom's voice cracked and she paused before saying, "masturbating." My eyes opened wide, hearing that word come from Mom's mouth, especially when talking about herself. "Your Uncle Corey liked it when I masturbated him while he looked at his magazines." Mom said. She gulped and then said, "But after a bit, he liked to see what I did when he...rubbed me." "That's it, Debra." Dad encouraged her. He got up and moved to kneel next to Mom's chair. "Tell them what you liked about it." Mom appeared stunned as she stared at the floor. "It's just like when you tell it to me." Dad added. I shifted in my seat, wondering what Dad meant. Claire's eyes were fixed on our parent's as she waited to hear what Mom would say. "I don't know if this is a good idea." Mom said, in a quiet voice to Dad. "Keep going and you can stop, if you want." Dad said. Mom gulped again, taking a moment before continuing, "I liked how your Uncle Corey's...privates were hairy." She let out a shaky breath. "And what else." Dad prodded her. "I liked how big his...penis was when...when I rubbed it." Mom said, looking like she was shaking from nervousness. "And..." Dad said again. "I liked what he did when he...when he came." Mom said, letting out a sigh with a shiver. Dad moved in close to Mom, whispering, "Does it feel good to say it?" Mom appeared to be in a daze of some sort. She looked to me and then to Claire and then nodded in response to Dad's question. I sat up in my seat as I realized that my mother was getting turned on by explaining what she liked about my Uncle Corey's erection. I felt that warm, erotic surge run through me again, but I fought it, because it was Mom and Dad. "Was it just Uncle Corey?" Claire asked with wide-eyed curiosity. "No." Mom said, seeming like she was in a trance as she spoke. "When I found out that your Uncle Corey was messing around with your Aunts Stacey and Sarah, we all started messing around together." "What about Uncle Pete?" Claire asked. Mom nodded her head in agreement. "We all did stuff together." "Are you getting moist?" Dad asked quietly to Mom. Mom nodded her head and Dad whispered something so quiet that I couldn't hear what he said. Mom shook her head, saying "No. They're right there." Dad looked at me and Claire, saying "You aren't allowed to tell anyone about what is happening here tonight. Okay?" Both Claire and I nodded our heads in agreement. We watched Dad's hand land on the crotch of Mom's khaki pants, gently rubbing her. Mom let Dad's fingers stimulate her for a minute and then pulled his hand away. "What about you Dad. Did you ever do stuff?" Claire asked. "Tell them." Mom said, looking at Dad. Dad sighed and then said. "You have to remember that incest is a very delicate issue. Not everyone understands it. Your Mom and I met through a discussion board online for people who like incest." "Whoa." Claire said, mirroring my thought. "So you did do sex stuff?" "Yes." Dad said, "I started out a lot earlier than your Mom. I did stuff with your Uncle Max and..." Dad trailed off a bit, but Mom nudged him. "With your Grandma and Grandpa." My jaw dropped at the sudden thought of my grandparents having sex with my Dad when he was young. It was almost too much to handle and it was too much to try to visualize. "What did you like about it, Dad?" Claire asked, in the excited voice that she used in my room earlier. Dad cleared his throat and then exchanged a glance with Mom. Finally Dad said, "It looks like the conversation is going in a direction than expected. So you cannot tell anyone what any of us say here tonight. You have to promise." "I promise." Claire said, placing her hand on her crotch. I agreed to keep it all secret, but I was stunned that Claire was becoming turned on again. I wasn't even close to becoming hard, it was all so overwhelming. Dad breathed deep and then began talking, "I liked what it felt like when...you're grandfather shot cum. I thought it was neat to feel his big penis throb while he shot a load." "Wow!" Claire breathed. I saw Claire's hand massaging her crotch and felt a surge of fear run through me. Mom and Dad just watched Claire's hand as she slowly masturbated herself. I thought that soon they would tell her to stop, but they let Claire continue staring at them as she rubbed her pussy. I wasn't sure what to do. I felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave the room, but I also wanted to see what Mom and Dad would let Claire do. "Are you okay with this now?" Dad asked Mom. Mom nodded her head, letting out a nervous laugh. "I bet you're loving this." She said. Dad looked at Claire's hand on her crotch and he said "Yes." "What do you mean?" Claire asked, squeezing her legs together tight and she rubbed herself. "One night-" Mom started to say. "Debra!" Dad cut her off. "Probably not the best idea." "They're not gonna tell anyone." Mom said. "Remember? They promised. Plus we've told them a lot already." "Fine." Dad quietly agreed. "One night," Mom continued, "I caught your Dad looking at some internet pictures of kids that were pretty young." "How young?" Claire asked as she rubbed herself even harder. "Name an age." Mom blurted out. "My age?" Claire asked in a strained voice, "Thirteeen?" Dad nodded his head in agreement and I saw Claire's wide eyes as she shoved her hand in her shorts to give herself direct stimulation. "And younger," Mom added, looking to me. I was shocked when my Mom turned her attention to me. Before, it was like I was somewhat outside of the situation, but now I was part of it. I gasped when I saw Dad's hand grab the crotch of his pants and start rubbing it. I could see my Dad's fingers gripping the form of an erection in his pants. "I'm sorry." Dad moaned. "I can't hold off anymore." He began rubbing at his crotch faster as he watched Claire's writhing body. Mom said, "Remember, if we keep going, then we can't go back, ever." Dad rubbed himself at a steady pace and I heard him whisper, "I know." "If you want, honey," Dad said to Claire as he rubbed his dick super-fast, "You can pull your shorts down and let me see what you look like." Dad's voice was shaky and he never blinked as he stared at Claire. Claire didn't waste any time. She quickly pulled her shorts and panties to her knees, holding her hands away from her pussy for Dad to see. Dad gasped and I saw him fumble with his belt buckle as he undid his pants. "This is what we wanted," Dad said to Mom, "when we thought about having kids." I sucked in a panicked breath and looked away, thinking `Dad's going to take out his dick.' In the corner of my eye I could see my Dad pulling his pants down to his knees, exposing himself. I didn't want to look directly at him because I was embarrassed, but I was curious to see what Dad's dick looked like. "Son?" Dad said. From the corner of my eye, I could see my Dad stand up and kick his pants and boxers off all the way. My Dad's dick was right there and all I had to do was look, but I couldn't do it. "Son, look at me." Dad said in the same tone that he used when he asked me if my homework was done. I turned and saw my Dad rubbing his long hard-on that looked massive to me. Dad's cock must have been about eight inches with light skin color and a head that seemed small on top. "Are you okay with this?" Dad asked. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable." My dick twitched when my Dad asked that, because the situation was sexual, but it was also `family'. My brain was fighting with everything I had been taught about keeping sex stuff private, especially when Mom and Dad were there. I was suddenly hard as a rock, but I still felt like it was wrong. I shrugged in response to my Dad, trying to make it look like I didn't care. "We don't have to do this, if you don't want to." Dad said. "It's alright." I quietly answered, noticing my Dad's balls hanging low and jiggling with his rubbing. I wanted to get a closer look, but I was too embarrassed to say anything. "Good!" Dad exclaimed. Claire had scooted lower on the couch so that her head was resting low on the seat back. Dad knelt down by Claire and he grabbed both of her knees, spreading her legs. "You look like the pictures that I see online, honey." Dad said to Claire. "Some of them have hair down there, but others are too young." Claire began rubbing her bare pussy, while Dad watched. Dad was pulling Claire's shorts until they were all the way off. Mom got up and moved to sit on the couch next to Claire. Mom began rubbing Claire's pussy so that both of their hands were rubbing together. "I can't hold off anymore either." Mom said. A shock went through me as I watched my mother smile kindly down at my sister, who was moaning and writhing on the couch. The situation felt impossible and it was like I was watching something that was in a dream, far away. "Is this okay Honey?" Mom asked Claire. Claire nodded her head, grabbing Mom's hand and pressing it hard against her pussy. My dick was hard and was being stimulated by the sight of my sister's erotic movements, but I was a little put off seeing our parents right there. I could feel tiny waves of pleasure rushing through my boner and I wanted so badly to pull my dick out. "It's okay. " Claire moaned, looking in my direction. "We don't have to hide now." I looked directly at Claire now, seeing her close her eyes and clamp her legs shut against Mom's massaging fingers. Claire was holding Mom's hand tightly as she threw her head back in ecstasy. "Mom." Claire groaned. "Y-Yes, Honey?" Mom stammered to say. "Mom." Claire repeated with strain in her voice. "That's what she does." I barely said. My volume was too low and shaky from nerves. I cleared my throat and said in a louder voice, "She says `who' people are, when she's doing sex stuff. It makes her feel good." "Oh." Mom said, as she picked up the speed on Claire's pussy. "How far did you two go?" Dad asked, still jacking himself. When I didn't answer, Claire said, "David fucked me. He fucked me so hard." I saw Dad's hand rub his cock even faster when Claire said that. Mom looked surprised at her answer, but she continued masturbating her daughter. "David?" Dad said. "Are you hard right now?" I suddenly felt like my throat was in my stomach. I was hard, but I couldn't bring myself to answer. "It's okay if you're hard, Son." Dad said in his tone that he used when he kissed me goodnight. "Pull it out." I didn't make eye contact with Dad. I kept my eyes looking straight ahead as I noticed Dad moving closer to me. Before I knew it, Dad was kneeling on the floor, right next to where I sat on the couch. It took every bit of effort to turn and look at Dad's hand on his big `grown-up' cock. "It's not big, like yours." I said under my breath. "That's okay." Dad replied. "You're still young. I bet you haven't even grown any hair around your dick yet. Right?" I shook my head, letting him know that he was right. I was only eleven years old but I felt like I might have a heart attack when I felt my Dad's hand moving around at the crotch of my shorts. I gasped and looked away from my Dad as his fingers found my boner. "There it is." Dad said as he gently rubbed my dick through my shorts. "Let's take a look." He said as he unbuttoned my fly. "No! Wait!" I breathed, placing my hand on my Dad's hand. "You don't want to do this?" Dad asked as he continued undoing my shorts. "I don't know." I breathed as Dad unzipped my fly. I still had a gentle grip on Dad's warm, adult hand that was always a comfort to me. Dad let me hold his hand and released his cock with the other hand, so that he could run his forefinger and middle finger along the underside of my cock, which was poking at the material of my briefs. "Does that feel good?" Dad quietly asked. I didn't want to answer Dad's question. Half of me wanted him to stop rubbing my cock and the other half wanted him to rub faster. I was torn and maybe looking away, gave me some form of control in the situation. "Let's see it." Dad said, as he went to pull the elastic on my briefs. Each of my hands gripped my Dad's hands. "Wait." I quietly said, slowing his progress. "I'm sorry, Son. Do you want me to stop?" Dad asked, studying my face. I didn't answer my Dad and he must have seen the indecision on my face. "I'm going to pull down your underwear a little so that I can see your cock. Just say `stop' if you want me to stop." He offered. I didn't say anything as I watched my briefs pull down to expose my three inch hard-on and ball sack. I exchanged a glance with my Dad, expecting to see an expression of disappointment, but Dad was smiling. "Wow." Dad sighed. "You're got quite a little package there, Son" I felt better about Dad seeing my dick, but I didn't expect him to reach out and start stroking my shaft with his index finger and thumb, but he did. It felt amazing, but I looked away again, staring at the wall across from me. My gaze wandered and I caught the stares from Mom and Claire, who had slowed what they were doing to watch what Dad was doing to me. I wanted to tell Dad to `stop' like he suggested, because it felt too awkward having my Mom and Sister watching me get pleasured. I kept silent as I enjoyed the slow rhythmic stroke from Dad's fingers and I couldn't help but move my hips a little. Dad smiled at me when I exhaled, letting slip a quiet moan. I felt bad about doing that for some reason, but Dad seemed to like it and he started rubbing me faster. My butt cheeks clenched and my hips pushed up. Suddenly I felt Dad's hand grab onto the waist band of my briefs as he tugged to lower my shorts and briefs down to my ankles. It shocked me when my Dad did that, but I didn't tell him to stop. One final tug pulled my shorts and undies completely off, leaving my bottom half completely naked except for my shoes and socks. "Spread your legs." Dad suggested, tapping my inner thigh. "Why?" I asked, feeling Dad's hands pull my knees apart. Dad quickly removed his polo shirt and threw it across the room. I had seen my Dad shirtless before and even caught him in his underwear once, but I had never seen him completely naked. The sight was shocking, but neat to see. "Look at you." Dad said, as he placed both hands under my knees, lifting my legs up and apart. "You're completely hairless, Son." The open-mouth expression of awe on Dad's face told me that being hairless was something that he liked. I wasn't sure how to respond so I kept quiet as Dad examined my crotch, lifting me up to look at my bottom. "I love your body." Dad said, quietly, as if he was talking to himself. My body flinched, when Dad leaned forward and started licking my balls. I let slip a gasp as I braced myself to receive immense pleasure that I could've never imagined. Without thought my hands grabbed my Dad's hair, pulling his face against my balls, hoping he wouldn't stop. My legs spread further apart as if they had a mind of their own. "Mmmmm." Dad hummed against my balls. "I've jacked off thinking about doing this to you, son." Dad said, as he came up for air. "Oh." I replied, unsure of what else to say. "Want me to keep going?" Dad asked before lapping his tongue on my nuts a couple more times. I nodded my head in response, wishing I felt comfortable enough to beg him to keep going. "I'm molesting you." Dad breathed and then kissed the under-side of my dick. "Is it okay that I'm molesting you, Son?" Dad asked. I didn't care what Dad was calling it. I just wanted more of the good feeling on my private parts. "Yes." I groaned and I pulled at his head, mashing his face against my balls. "Sorry." I said, feeling like I was being a bit rough. Dad responded by taking my entire ball sack into his mouth and sucking my hairless sack against his tongue. My hands gripped Dad's hair tightly as I let out an involuntary moan and mashed my crotch hard against his face. Dad was moving his mouth all over my balls, as if he was in a pie eating contest. I suddenly felt a liking for the sound of my Dad's muffled breath against my skin and I pulled him closer, knowing that I might be suffocating him. Dad pulled off of my balls, catching his breath. "Have you ever had your dick sucked, David?" Dad asked. I shook my head, still holding onto dad's hair. It wasn't as awkward anymore; I only wanted more of the good feeling. "Good." Dad said, between breaths. "Then I'm going to suck your little cock into my mouth, making you feel awesome. You want Daddy to suck your cock, Son?" Dad asked. I nodded my head quickly, hoping that sucking my dick felt as good as sucking on my balls. I watched Dad's wide and eager eyes as he examined my dick. Finally Dad's mouth closed into a small `o' ring and my hard-on slipped into his mouth. I let out an involuntary, loud moan as my hands clenched onto Dad's head of hair. I felt every detailed, wet texture of Dad's tongue on my cock and I couldn't believe that it was real. "It feels `too good'" I moaned, holding Dad's head onto my crotch. I laid back against the couch, letting Dad make me feel amazing. My head turned to see Mom and Claire staring at me. Mom's hand was inside Claire's pussy and Claire seemed to be enjoying the stimulation. Claire and I shared a glance in our trance from the good feelings and it finally felt okay. I kept my hands on Dad's head, making sure he wasn't going to stop sucking my dick, and I kept my head to the side, watching Mom stimulate Claire. Feeling more in a lust trance, I looked at Mom, wondering why she wasn't pulling her clothes off. If I was going to be okay with seeing Mom naked, it would be at this moment when Dad was sucking me off. My gaze wandered to Dad, who was masturbating himself as he sucked my cock. I suddenly felt that it would be great to feel his erection in my hand and I wished that I could touch him too. I looked back at Claire, when I noticed Mom move between Claire's legs. I saw Mom lean forward to sniff Claire's pussy before asking, "Is this okay?" Claire nodded her head, spreading her legs to give Mom access. Mom's hand grabbed at the crotch of her own khaki pants and she began masturbating herself. A couple of seconds later, Mom leaned forward, inserting her tongue into Claire's pussy. Claire let out a high pitched squeal as our Mom pushed forward until her whole tongue was inside. I watched Claire copy my movements, grabbing onto Mom's head while she was pleasured orally. Claire's eyes met mine as we moaned and half closed our eyes in our pleasured state. This is what Claire wanted and I could find the slight smile of sexual satisfaction in her face, but I had no idea that it could feel this good. I wondered if Claire knew that it could feel this nasty and good at the same time. Claire's body tensed as she jutted her pelvis against Mom's feeding mouth. Claire seemed to be getting into the act, screaming instead of just moaning. "Faster, Mom!" Claire ordered, bucking her hips against Mom's face. Mom's hands held Claire's upper legs, trying to hold her steady. Finally I saw one of Mom's hands move to undo the fly of her pants and she quickly pulled her pants down along with her panties. I could just make out Mom's patch of dark pubic hair between her legs as she stabbed at it with her fingers. Claire was grabbing more of Mom's hair, shoving her head against her pussy a bit hard. Mom pulled off of Claire's bouncing crotch to say, "Slow down a bit, sweetie." "I'm gonna cum!" Claire yelled at Mom. "Don't stop!" Mom started rubbing her pussy faster and working her mouth against Claire's pussy with more force, making moaning slurps. Claire's legs were bent upward, at the knee and she was closing her legs and turning to the side. "David." Claire moaned when she had her legs clamped onto Mom's eating face. "Mom's making me cum!" I watched Claire's thighs hold tight onto Mom's face as she let out loud squeals of pleasure and her body shook with every wave of her orgasm. Every time Claire's body shook, Mom held on tighter and continued lapping her tongue. I couldn't see Mom's face anymore because Claire had her legs closed all the way and she was turned on her side as her body shuddered. As Claire's orgasm died down, Mom still licked at Claire's pussy, but she was doing it slower. Finally Claire pushed Mom's head away and Mom kissed the area above Claire's tiny bush of pubic hair. Dad stopped sucking me and asked, "Did you like seeing your sister cum?" I was in a hot daze, from the sucking and from watching Mom bring Claire to orgasm. I nodded my head in response to Dad, but I wanted him to keep sucking on my dick. "I don't want you to cum just yet." Dad said, as he kissed my stomach. I reached my hand below so that I could rub my dick if Dad wasn't going to suck me. I watched Mom still kneeling in front of Claire as she fingered her own pussy. I got to see Mom's full bush of pubic hair and I wondered if that is what Claire's pussy would look like when she got older. Dad pulled my hand off of my dick and moved to position himself so that we were face to face with him on top of me. I felt Dad's hairy torso rhythmically rubbing against my hard-on. Dad held my head, caressing my cheeks as he forced me to look into his eyes. I could smell Dad's cologne and the shampoo in his hair, just like when he came into my room to kiss me goodnight. I pushed my crotch against Dad's stomach and then I gasped when I felt the head of his big dick poking just under my balls. I spread my legs more and tilted my pelvis up so that his dick wouldn't jab me in the nuts. Dad's dick was poking at my butt since I had move up a bit. Dad smiled at me as he pushed harder. I wondered if he was going to try to fuck me. I wrapped my arms around Dad's back, pulling him against me. My legs spread more and I brought my legs to wrap around the back of Dad's legs. I was putting myself in the same position that Claire was in, when I had fucked her, only hours ago. I saw an excited smile hit Dad's face and then he kissed my cheek. I felt the mushroom head of Dad's cock stay at my ass hole. I wondered if it was going to feel good like it did with Claire. Dad put two of his fingers into his mouth, covering them with spit and then his wet fingers were probing at my butt hole. I gasped and tried to pull away immediately, but Dad pulled me close again. I felt Dad's thick fingers wiggle into my butt hold and I flinched. "Loosen up, Son." Dad breathed, inches from my face. "Just relax your muscles down there. Push, like when you're going to poop." I did as Dad told me, feeling his fingers slip in more. My mouth opened and my eyes squinted against the odd feeling that I was pooping in reverse. Dad's mouth opened wide, like mine and I felt his breath hitting my lips. "That's good." Dad whispered. It felt like my ass was being stretched more than it should be, but I tried to fight the urge to clench my butt closed. Dad's fingers probed me deep until I felt a warm jolt run through my boner. It felt like it did when I was about ready to orgasm. I let out a yelp and gasped as Dad wiggled his fingers in a spot that felt amazing. I wrapped my legs and arms around Dad, holding him tight. Dad began moving his two fingers in and out of my butt repeatedly and it felt amazing. I felt Dad's mouth touch mine and then his lips closed on my bottom lip, kissing me like he kisses Mom sometimes. Dad's kiss felt strange and a little awkward, but I didn't mind as long as I could keep feeling good. I could see Mom in the corner of my eye, on my right; she had removed all of her clothes and was sitting naked on the arm of the couch, rubbing her pussy as she watched. Claire moved closer so that she was on her knees on the couch to my left. They were both watching me have sex with Dad. "I'm going to put my dick inside of you now." Dad said quietly, with a shaky voice. I nodded my head and then I felt Dad's fingers slip out, immediately stopping the stimulation. The head of Dad's cock pressed at my butt hole and I heard Dad sigh as he pushed into me. I let slip a grunt because his dick felt bigger than his fingers. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I cried as Dad didn't halter on pressing his cock deeper. Dad's face was mashed against mine, sending every moan against my mouth. I tried to relax my muscles as much as I could but it still hurt. "Go slow, Dad!" I begged him. "Slower!" "Honey?" Mom's gentle voice said as she patted Dad's shoulder. "You have to take it slow with him; he's only eleven." "He's so little!" Dad said in a groan. I felt Dad's hands grip me tighter, but he didn't let up on pushing into me. I gritted my teeth and let it hurt. Suddenly it hit me. Dad's cock was touching that spot inside of me that felt awesome. I exhaled quickly, gripping Dad tighter as he pressed into me, hurting me yet pleasuring me too. "That feel good to you?" Dad asked. "Yes." I moaned. Dad was arched all the way forward, hugging me tight as he pumped his cock into me at a faster pace. Every stab into my butt hurt, but it also felt wonderful. I couldn't help but grunt with every jolt of pleasure and pain. I gripped Dad tighter, moaning into his ear and I felt him start fucking me even faster. "Carl!" Mom said, as she grabbed Dad's shoulders. "You're hurting him! Slow down!" Dad answered Mom's plea by fucking me even harder. It felt amazing but all I could do is let out a long moan that was shaky because I was being fucked so hard. Of course, to Mom, it looked like I was being raped. I reached my right hand out to place it on Mom's shoulder to let her know that I was okay, but my hand landed on her left breast. I pulled my hand away quickly and, through gritted teeth, let her know that I was okay. "You're really okay?" Mom asked me. "Yes." I said, but it was muffled against Dad's shoulder. Mom began fingering her pussy with one hand and rubbing her nipple with the other. I watched Mom, suddenly seeing her in an erotic way. While still getting hammered by Dad, I reached my unsteady hand out to place it on Mom's breast again. Mom gasped, but guided my hand so that it was grabbing her tit. I fondled Mom's large nipple as best I could, but it was difficult with Dad speed fucking me. I took liberty and moved my hand down to grab Mom's bush between her legs. Mom moved a bit closer and guided my fingers into her slit. I jabbed my fingers up into Mom's pussy, feeling her hunch forward in response. "Oh honey!" Mom moaned. Suddenly I felt Dad pull back a bit to look me in the eyes. He held my face with both hands and said, "I'm going to cum inside of you, Son. I'm going to fill you with the seed that made you into the soft, hairless little boy that you are right now." Dad's thrusts became so fast that he was shaking us both very hard. Finally Dad's thrusting slowed to a few hard slams unto my ass. "Look at me!" Dad urged, meeting my eyes as his face turned red. "Fuck!" Dad yelled, letting out a moan with volume that echoed in the room. Dad's whole body became rigid and it felt like he was trying to push his cock further into me than it could. I let out a loud cry as Dad was pushing into me. I could feel the spurts of cum shooting out of Dad's cock, inside of me. My insides felt warmer as Dad filled me with his seed and his body shuddered with pleasure. My hand had slipped out of Mom's pussy so that I could hold onto Dad as he cummed and moaned loudly. Dad never took his eyes off of my eyes as his body spasmed and shook us together. At last Dad pulled his cock back a little and he exhaled breath that he had been holding. He kissed me on the mouth again and caught his breath between kisses. I pulled Dad against me again and said, "Do it a little more, Dad." Dad pushed his cock back into me and tried to fuck me some more. I was hoping that he wouldn't stop until I had an orgasm, but he looked too exhausted. "My dick is too sensitive now." Dad breathed. I felt Dad's long cock pull all the way out of me and I could feel his hot cum oozing out of me. I began rubbing my dick with my fingers, determined to have a good orgasm. Dad kissed me one more time and then lifted himself off of me, to lay naked on the floor, catching his breath. Claire moved from the couch, to lay on the floor next to Dad and I was turned on seeing their naked bodies together. Mom was fingering herself next to me as she watched my hand jacking my cock. Suddenly, Mom got up and I thought she was going to lie on the floor too, but instead she placed herself on top of me. My Mom's knees were on either side of my naked hips and her big tits were right at my face. I looked up at Mom, wondering what she was going to do, but then I felt her lower her pussy onto my cock, which seemed too small for her. I held onto Mom's hips as she gyrated her cunt onto my throbbing hardon. I moaned as Mom moved around on my cock and I felt her tits brushing against my cheeks. I leaned all the way into Mom's cleavage, grabbing her big breasts and pressing them against my cheeks. I inhaled deeply as I took in the scent of Mom's perfume, mixed with the smell of her wet pussy. Her hand was pressing against top part of her pussy and I began thrusting upward, fucking her with my little dick. I grabbed Mom's right breast and massaged it while I licked at the nipple. "Oh!" Mom moaned as she looked down at me. "You used to do that when you were a baby. You would make my tits feel so good. Feed, Honey...feed." I continued fucking Mom hard while lapping at her large nipple. Mom was shouting in high pitched squeals as I fucked her as hard as I could. "Faster!" Mom ordered. "I'm cumming!" Mom put her full weight onto my cock as her body shook. She mashed my face against her right tit as she screamed with pleasure. I felt my own orgasm approaching and I was fighting Mom's weight to keep fucking her as hard as I could. "I'm cumming too, Mom!" I moaned against her tit. I was hopping up and down on the couch, to keep fucking Mom and I had moved a hand to put a finger into Mom's pussy as I fucked her. I kept sucking on Mom's breast letting the texture of my tongue stimulate her. I suddenly felt my whole body tense and become warm with the first wave of my orgasm. I let out a loud, muffled cry against Mom's nipple as I felt my cock throb inside of Mom's pussy. I moved my hands around to hold her torso in place while I shook in my orgasm. As the waves of pleasure lessened, I stayed hugging against Mom, feeling her fingers run through my hair, like she did when I was sick in bed. Both of us were breathing hard as our bodies shook in the final spasms of our climax. We stayed there on the couch and I realized that I would never see any of my family in the way that I used to. In a single day, I had experienced several orgasms with all of my family and somehow it felt okay. Mom slid off of me, lying back on the couch next to me. We were catching our breath and looking at each other. We were all quiet until Claire looked at me and said, "Well, at least we're not in trouble." *** This story is a work of complete fiction. None of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! If you're reading this, then you are a Nifty reader. Please donate to help keep the Nifty archive going! If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com (new email) ***