Date: Tue, 03 Jun 2003 02:32:27 +0000 From: Tony Ryan Subject: Family Values 3 These characters are fictional and have no resemblance to anyone in real life. I don't encourage or commend their behavior -- don't do this in real life. Don't read this if you aren't over 18. Use protection. Don't distribute this without asking me first. You know the drill. Thanks to everyone who has responded so much to the first 2 chapters. I'm sorry this isn't longer. I hope you're still around for part 4. I welcome your feedback! -- Kelly ran so fast and so hard her feet barely touched the carpet. The faster she sprinted the more she flashed on images of her brother and his not-so little penis jutting straight up in the air, nearly bopping her, HER boyfriend in his stubbled chin. Her 15-year old, puny sibling, his formerly shy features flushed and drenched in sweat, his slight body hair slick with fluids. And Chris...she knew about his reputation, but she thought she could handle him. She'd stroked his horse meat many times, even licked the tip once before pulling away. Wasn't that enough? Did he have to whore out her kid brother? This couldn't be right. A few weeks ago she had walked in on her mother with legs spread, jaw stretched wide, feasting on the cook and pool boy's slimy tools. She felt dirty inside, tingling in the places Daddy told her not to touch. Now she felt those awful, filthy sensations again, and all she wanted to do was rub herself, taste herself...even once, just once. But that was wrong. By this time Kelly had run out of breath. Chris had caught up to her in the corridor near the dining room, his meat obscenely flopping between his thick thighs as he raced to her side, water and sweat dripping down his creamy, broad shoulders and into his moist crack. The servants were watching, their maid, Juanita, 18 and just out her mother country, trying to pick her jaw up off the floor at such a vulgar display of boy flesh. "Where's Andrew?" Kelly flatly asked. Chris, expecting more of an outburst, stammered out that Andrew had gone to his room. "OK. I'll see you in a few days then." Kelly began to walk back to her room. Chris had seen her act timid, affectionate, warm, but never so cold, never so...shut down. He worried about what she would tell, who she would tell. "Kelly, can we talk?" Kelly refused to make eye contact with him. She wanted to pretend this day had never happened. A few more moments alone and she might be able to. But not with Chris and his sparkling eyes and dangling shaft, teasing her, telling her how worthless she was. "We can talk in a few days. I'm tired." Chris sighed. He knew when to give up. She was shellshocked. No plans of telling anyone for awhile. And Andrew would keep quiet too, he was too hooked on his new donkey-dicked fuck buddy to ruin such a hot situation. Chris decided to go visit Jamal, maybe sleep over and cuddle up to that tight black ass he had gotten so accustomed to plowing. As he went up to get his clothes, Juanita's fiery, dark brown eyes remained on his glistening pectorals, her light cocoa skin trembling at his display. Licking his lips in her direction, he stroked his meat up to the full, hard 11 inches, his arm-sized width bobbing lewdly in front of him as he ascended the stairs. Gotta leave 'em wanting...and she was definitely wanting. -- Jamal tossed down his video game controller in boredom. No calls, not even an e-mail, for days. He felt alone. He never thought he would say this, as he was a man, had been trained to be masculine and to chase pussy, but he felt empty without Chris' pink monster stretching his cunthole wide, filling him to the brim. He liked to sit on top of that dragon, straddle those toned, sultry hips, their hands knit tightly together, the brown contrasting with the white as they made out, as Chris slammed his salami home and Jamal begged to be split open. Maybe they had started out as just screwing, but recently Jamal felt like their frenzied fucking had become more open, more honest. At his climax, Chris would stare at him with those blazing blue eyes and pierce Jamal's very soul. They were not fuck buddies, they were lovers. No matter what might happen, Jamal truly did love Chris. His own hard 9 inches throbbed at the memory of the caucasian cockmeat. He had to get off. Jamal shucked down his shorts. He'd learned to do this at camp a few years ago. It had saved him from insanity many times. Bending over, he tentatively licked at his thick, shiny knob. Managing to get the head in his mouth, he had just sucked in the first few inches when a drizzle began to trickle onto his shoulder. Jamal smiled. He'd been waiting for this. "Izzat you, Chris?" As Jamal turned around, he had no time to react before a huge flesh nightstick pushed between his thick cocksucker lips, choking him with a hot, foul stream of piss. "Nah...it's your brother, back from college. And just in time I see. Who's this Chris and when can I get a shot at their ass? Never mind, don't answer, your mouth is gonna be real busy for a while." Jamal gurgled at the bumpy dark veins jostling and scraping up and down his mouth hole. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Ben was back. And judging by these past few minutes, it was going to be a lonnnng visit... -- Kelly whimpered in her sleep. Filthy images, faggot rutting, her brother and her boyfriend, together, writhing, sweaty. She pictured them with their mouths on each other's cocks, swimming in a sea of cocks, all shapes, sizes, colors. She pictured them shooting their loads on each other and licking every inch of their bodies. She pictured them smelling and eating each other's buttholes. She pictured them waving their fingers, and then saw herself, totally naked, nipples erect and quivering, joining them. As their mouths and hands and dicks devoured her, she woke up. Moist. Hot. She had on far too many clothes. Her first thoughts as she snapped out of her hazy dreamstate. She was so wet down there, so dirty all over. She couldn't take any more of lying to herself, of saving herself for what would never arrive. She just wanted to do this, and maybe get it out of her system. It was worth a try. Kelly raised her sleek arms, throwing her sweater to the floor. She suddenly felt exposed and embarrassed as she unhooked her bra. No turning back now though. Her fleshy, pillowy breasts quivered in the air-conditioned bedroom. One brief touch and her nipples were erect, twisty, just like in the dream. Kelly pinched them one at a time, then together, the electricity running through the large brown nubs urging her to go further, lower. She slid down her skirt and finally, her white schoolgirl panties. Her neatly trimmed pubic thatch was crudely on display for an invisible audience. Kelly pretended she was being watched, pretended she was taking orders. Anything to deny she was making her own decisions in toying with her womanly, supple body. She ran her sweaty left palm down her crotch, moaning, whimpering at the jolt in that contact. Braver now, she stuck a finger inside. Then two. Finally three. Sliding around, finding the sweet spot. She had never felt so alive in her life. Cupping her breast, she knew that she could not go back, and did not want to. She thrust her hips off the bed, squeezing her vaginal muscles around her sticky fingers. Mewling, making inhuman passion cries, she came. An experience she could never conceive of or describe, wave after wave of pure, violent pleasure battering her brain and erupting in her center. Her pussy was soaking and begging for more, but she could not give more. She could only pull her hand free and lick at her fingers. The taste was both sweet and bitter, a mixture of flavors. Ambrosia to her mostly virgin lips. She wondered what her mother's cum tasted like, her boyfriend's, her brother's...even her father's. Those nasty thoughts sent more voltage through her hungry cunt, but she was tired. She would sleep now, wondering what the next day would bring. Not realizing she actually was being watched, had truly been on display, and that the night was far from over. -- Any suggestions, comments, critiques you have, I'll read them. Even to just say you're horny or got off. I respond to every e-mail. E-mail me at HotStoryLvr@hotmail.com. Thanks!