Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2023 09:23:29 +0100
From: Lacey Kinks <laceyk@petlover.com>
Subject: Give Him What He Wants - Part 2 (Bisexual / Incest)

GIVE HIM WHAT HE WANTS -- PART 2

A story by Lacey Kinks (laceyk@petlover.com)



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Before the fateful day that Grandpa made his unannounced visit to our
house, there were a lot of things I was sure about.

That I was straight. Okay, so I had a strange fixation on my brother's
cock. And together with someone I'd met online, I'd actually hatched a
mad plan to get Ben interested in me. A plan involving a Minnie Mouse
costume, no less. But it was all pure fantasy. Never going to happen. And
anyway, I knew for a fact that it was only girls that really attracted
me.

I also knew that the one girl on whom I was most fixated would never let
me touch her in any of the ways I wanted. Not because Zoe was my sister.
Her frequent couplings with Ben were graphic proof that she had no hang
up whatsoever about incest. But simply because she didn't like me.

And if you'd asked me about having a sexual encounter with a man in his
seventies? Or getting turned on by dressing as a girl? Ridiculous.

Only now, my whole world had changed. Grandpa hadn't just shown me how I
could respond to being touched by a man. He'd introduced me to the
delights of both giving and receiving a blowjob. And he'd left me with
an actual plan for attracting Ben. Or at least, a less shitty way to put
the existing plan into action.

The hardest thing--- besides not letting anything slip about my new and
much more intimate connection to my grandfather--- was not charging
ahead. Grandpa had drilled into me that I needed to get ready. And one of
the things for which I had to prepare for was ... well, being drilled.

My fourteen-year-old brother had a large cock, certainly bigger than
Grandpa's. And I badly wanted it in what I had now learned to think of
as my boy pussy. But if I was going to be able to take that, and not just
scream the house down, I needed to loosen up my virgin asshole.

Apparently, it was possible to get sex toys for that purpose. But as an
eleven-year-old, I obviously couldn't walk into a sex shop. We weren't
allowed to purchase anything on the internet and have it delivered---
everything had to be ordered by our parents. And Grandpa was out of town
visiting a sick relative.

Which was why carrots were suddenly disappearing from the fridge.

Cucumbers might have been better. But we didn't usually have them in the
house. And I couldn't think of a plausible reason for asking for one,
given that I hated the taste. As for bananas, the smell really put me
off. So carrots it had to be.

The first time was awkward and uncomfortable, rather than painful. But
Grandpa had explained to me how the trick was to relax, rather than fight
against the intruder. In a few days, I'd graduated to inserting quite
sizeable vegetables into my back passage. And it had actually started to
feel not just tolerable, but nice ...

The delay also gave me a chance to wait for an opportunity to catch Zoe
on her own. That wasn't easy, because she and Ben were so inseparable.
But I finally got my chance when Ben had to go to a rescheduled guitar
lesson, rather than having it at the same time Zoe was visiting her sax
teacher. It was late afternoon and just us in the house.

When I knocked on her door, Zoe shot me a typically dismissive glance.
"You want something?" Her eyes were already back on her computer
screen.

"Uh, yeah," I said. I was trembling but forced myself to walk into the
room and sit down on her bed. "We, um, need to talk."

Something about my tone got her attention. "Yeah? What the fuck would
that be about?"

"Well... I ... I know what ... what you've been doing with Ben."

"Yeah, well of course you do."

That took me aback. "You know? That I know?"

"Well duh." She gave me a withering look. "As if we hadn't seen you
spying on us! You think if you can see through an open door, we can't
see you just as well? I hope you've been enjoying the show -and then
having a nice little tug on your pee-pee. Bit of a waste of time if you
weren't ... Though are you even old enough yet to come?"

"Yes, of course, but ..." This wasn't going the way I'd expected. "I
mean, why?"

"Why what? Why do we fuck? Because it's fun."

"Why do you let me watch? Why not just shut the door?"

Zoe shrugged. "Cos that's sorta fun too, in a way."

"But aren't you worried I might tell Dad?"

"No, Jason, cos you're not that stupid. You'd lose your free porn, and
if Dad didn't have us put in jail, you know we'd find a way to get
revenge. And even if he did--- which he probably would, he's such a
god-fearing asshole--- we'd be out eventually. And then we'd come and
get you.

"And if I told him you're on the pill? At the age of twelve?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Been snooping in my room, have you? Well, Mum knows
already. Even though she thinks it's just to regulate my period. And
again, why would you do that?"

I took a deep breath. One last card to play. The big one. "I also know
about ... you and Mum."

Zoe's face went very still. The silence stretched out, before she
finally found her voice. It was preternaturally calm as she asked: "And
how do you know about that?"

I didn't. Or at least I didn't know for sure, until you just
confirmed it, sis. When Grandpa told me, it just seemed ... unlikely. Not
for you, obviously. But Mum? Who blushed whenever anything even vaguely
sexual was mentioned on tv? And whose idea of sex education for us was
making sure where to find the right books in the school library? And
telling us under no circumstances to ask Dad?

But I didn't say any of that. I just tried to look knowledgeable, even
though I had no idea of when and where they'd been doing it--- and only
a tenuous grasp of what "it" even was. "I put two and two together."

Before she could respond to that, I tried to keep her off balance by
adding: "But Ben doesn't know, does he? And Mum doesn't know about Ben
either, right?"

Grandpa had really just been speculating about that. But I could see once
again from Zoe's reaction that he had hit the target. Her expression was
positively ominous now, but her tone remained flat as she asked: "And
you're going to tell them?"

"No, of course not! I won't say anything." Grandpa had been very clear
in his instructions--- don't make any threats. Just let her worry about
the price of not cooperating.

So now it was time for the crazy part--- selling her not just on the idea
of sharing her boyfriend but helping persuade him to go along with it.
"But ..."

"But?"

"But there was something I was hoping you could help me with. And
something I thought I could do for you in return ..."

Now she was scowling. "Let me guess. You want to fuck me, right."

"No, of course not!"

I paused. Maybe a little honesty wouldn't hurt at this point. Especially
given what I was about to confess to--- and propose.

"Well, actually, yes," I amended. "I mean, I'd love to fuck you. But
that's not what I'm asking. I know you're into Ben, and he's into you
... like all the way into you." The corners of her mouth twitched as I
said that. "And I can't compare to him. But I just ... well, I'd like
him to be into me as well. If you see what I mean."

The hint of a smile had vanished. "No Jason, I really don't."

I sighed, offered up a prayer to whatever deity might conceivably be out
there, and told her what I meant. About how I wanted to get even a little
part of what she had from our older brother. About wanting to be a girl
for him. And hoping that she might help me.

As Zoe listened to my pitch, her expression became more and more
incredulous. When I had finished, she stared at me for several long
seconds ... then burst out laughing.

"That has to be the stupidest thing I've heard in my life! But you're
not joking, are you? That is fucking hysterical ..."

I stood up without a word and headed for the door, my cheeks burning with
embarrassment and humiliation. But even as I could feel the flush
spreading down my neck, I heard Zoe's voice from behind me.

"Wait, you little idiot, where are you going? I didn't say I wouldn't
do it."

I swung back to face her. "You didn't? You mean, you would?"

"Sure, I mean, what the fuck, sounds like fun if we could pull it off. A
lot more fun than letting you spy on us anyway."

"So you think ... you think Ben might go along with it?"

Zoe pulled a face. "Not sure. Might have to use a bit of trickery with
him. But look, before we go into that, what exactly is it I'm supposed
to be getting out of this.?"

I tried not to jump up and down with joy. I still had some work to do
here.

"Well," I said carefully, "you know that thing you, um, usually do
with Mum?" I didn't wait for an answer but ploughed on. "Well, I'm
pretty sure Ben doesn't do that for you. So I thought ... maybe I could?
You know, whenever you wanted?"

It was clearly not what she was expecting to hear. A succession of
expressions crossed her face as she pondered the offer. When her answer
came, it was equally unexpected.

"Show me."

"Show you?"

"Yeah, show me what you can do."

Without awaiting a response, she unzipped her school skirt and took it
off, then removed her yellow cotton pantries as well. She swivelled her
chair slightly, then put one foot up on the arm, and rested the other on
the desk. Her legs were spread, and her naked pussy was pointing straight
at me.

I stared at it for a minute, then got down on my knees. My heart was
pounding as I got my first close up look at the object of so much
fantasising. There was hair there, but only a neatly trimmed patch above
her slit--- nothing that would impede my access.

For a moment I was completely at a loss as to what to do. But then I
remembered what Grandpa had said about exploring before going blundering
in. So I took a minute to pull her lips apart lightly, then moistened a
fingertip and gently inserted it just a little way into the entrance I
found there. It resisted briefly, before opening up. I marvelled both at
the sensation of the warm flesh gripping my digit, and at the fact that I
had somehow talked my sister into letting me finger her. My cocklet was
rock hard ... and from above me Zoe made a sound that could almost have
been a purr.

I was sorely tempted to push in further, but instead I withdrew my damp
finger and explored the fleshy folds above her sacred hole, looking for
the little nub that Grandpa had promised me was the key to my venture.

When I finally found Zoe's secret treasure, her gasp of pleasure told me
I'd hit the spot. Keeping my finger on the magic button, I leant in and
began to lick her slit. Her scent was musky and unfamiliar, but not at
all unpleasant.

As I lapped away and then lifted my finger to lick what I assumed was her
clitoris, I was rewarded by a rush of juice. At first, I thought she had
somehow let slip a little bit of pee, but it was fairly sweet and didn't
have the acrid smell I associated with urine. (The fact that I
immediately wondered what it would be like to have her piss in my mouth
was something I filed away for later consideration. What a little pervert
I was becoming!)

I would love to say that at the tender age of eleven I immediately
mastered the art of what Grandpa had incomprehensibly referred to as
"carpet munching." In truth, I just licked away enthusiastically but
haphazardly, periodically losing the magic spot and then relocating it.
But I could tell that I was doing a passable job by the noises Zoe was
making. And when she grabbed my head and more or less ground her
increasingly wet cunt against my mouth, I knew that I had done enough.

I had seen my sister come before. But never from so close up--- and I
hadn't felt it either. The way not just her pussy but her whole abdomen
spasmed was astonishing, as was the force with which she clamped her
thighs around my head. And then there was the sound. I had seen her so
often clamp a hand over her mouth when having sex with Ben, to keep from
being heard outside the bedroom. But we were on our own right now and she
let rip with a howl that could just as easily have been one of pleasure
or pain.

For a few seconds she held me in place, just long enough that I started
to wonder whether I was going to be able to breathe, then pushed me away
with a convulsive jerk. With a last shuddering sigh, she leaned back
against her chair, which tilted away from me as she reclined.

"Fuck," she murmured. "Fuuuuuuck." She was still for a while, then
straightened up, still panting slightly. When she looked at me, there was
something new in her expression, something I'd never seen before.

"That was ... You're going to do that for me whenever I want, that's
the deal, right?" she asked.

"Whenever you want," I affirmed. I wanted to wipe around my mouth,
which was covered by a mixture of her juices and my saliva, but I kept my
eyes locked on hers.

She bit her lip. "I think you might actually be better at that than
Mum."

She paused, reconsidering, then shook her head. "No, that's stupid, of
course you're not. Only ... she likes us doing it to one another at the
same time, you know?" I really didn't, but I nodded anyway. "And that
kind of ... distracts her sometimes? But you ..."

She gave me a brittle smile. "You keep that up, maybe your tongue's not
the only thing I let you put in my pussy. But no promises, okay?"

"Okay," I replied, unable to stop a happy grin spreading across my
face. This was going way better than I expected.

Zoe gave me a searching look, then stood up. "All right," she said, as
she put her panties back on, "where's this costume you were talking
about?"

I went to my room to get the polka dot dress and the accessories Grandpa
had given me. When I returned, Zoe was pulling on a pink crop top and a
pair of tight denim shorts in place of her school clothes. She took one
look at what I was holding and gave a derisive chuckle.

"Yeah, no. Fuck no."

I frowned. "But isn't this what that girl Summer was wearing? You know,
the outfit Ben wanted you to wear?" Zoe stared at me blankly. "I
overheard him asking you, but you said no?"

I saw realisation dawn and she burst out laughing.

"You fuckwit! It wasn't the costume. I mean, yes, that's what this
slut Summer was wearing, he said that. But the reason he was so into her
is that she apparently lets boys fuck her in the ass. That's what Ben
wanted me to do! Not look like Minnie fucking Mouse!"

I cursed my misunderstanding. So much for my brilliant plan! But even so,
I couldn't help asking what seemed like the obvious question. "Why? Why
didn't you want ... that?"

She snorted. "Cos he's way too big, that's why! It's enough of a
squeeze getting him in my pussy." She frowned. "Hang on though, how the
fuck are you going to manage him?"

I blushed. "I've been doing ...er, stretching exercises."

She laughed again "Have you now! Found yourself a nice big cucumber,
have you? Or maybe a baseball bat?"

I wasn't at all sure whether to answer that, but she was already moving
on. "So, we need something else for you ... I know! Ben always likes me
in my school uniform, we'll dress you the same, then tell him that
someone I know at school wants to have a threesome with us."

I stared at her. "A threesome?"

"Sure," she said. "You don't think I'm missing out on the chance to
watch you two getting it on, do you?"

And so that was decided. She dug out one of her old uniforms for me. The
white shirt was a little tight, and the blue plaid skirt was pretty
short, but otherwise they fitted me well enough.

Where Ben was tall and heavily built like his father, I was short and
lightly framed. Indeed to look at myself and Ben, you would hardly think
we shared the same parents. Even our hair was different. His was the same
flaming red as Dad's, mine dark like Mum and Zoe.

Zoe also gave me a pair of very cute pink panties, and some white socks,
to wear with the black patent leather shoes from my original outfit.

She debated adding a bra to my outfit, but opted against it, on the basis
that I had "nothing to hide." But in fact the shirt had been worn and
washed so many times that it had become slightly transparent. She showed
me how to rub and tease my nipples until they were stiff--- just enough
to show through the fabric.

My hair was not quite long enough to braid, but she used some scrunchies
and lavender-coloured ribbons to tie it up into bunches, on each side of
my head. Then it was time for the makeup.

Zoe had inherited both our mother's love of makeup and her flair. When
she came from school, the first thing she would invariably do was put on
lipstick, usually in a bold colour--- like the bright crimson she was
wearing right now.

For me, she chose a much more muted pink, but opted for more dramatic
splashes of purple on my eyelids, as well as eyeliner and just a touch of
mascara. Some rouge on my cheeks completed the look.

"We don't have much time, but that'll do for now," she said. "I'll
do a lot more next time--- and start showing you how to do your own. You
know, if you want?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Can I see?" I asked excitedly. She inclined
her head towards the mirror. I got up and walked over to it--- and stared
at what it revealed.

I had thought that the Minnie Mouse costume made me look feminine. But
this was way, way better. I didn't just look like a schoolgirl, but a
hot, sexy schoolgirl. I especially liked how nice my legs looked, with
the short skirt, long socks and two-inch heels.

"Oh wow!" I breathed, and then swung round to catch up my sister in the
tightest of hugs. She laughed, then disengaged herself.

"Don't go thanking me yet, we don't know if it's going to work on
Ben! Although ..." She cocked her head. From downstairs, we heard the
front door open. "I think we're about to find out ..."

My smile instantly vanished, as panic flooded through me. "What, now?
We're going to try it ... now?"

Zoe grinned. "Why not? You look gorgeous! He'll love it! Maybe ..."

A thought struck her, and she frowned. "Might be a good idea though if
we matched." Working quickly, she stripped off her casual clothes and
got back into her uniform. Even in the state I was in, it was a still a
thrill to see her slender body.

"Okay, you just wait here, and I'll go get him nice and fired up about
the idea of a threesome. He's asked me about it often enough ..."

She scurried over to the door, then looked back. "Seriously Jas-"

She stopped, then looked at me with narrowed eyes.

"What's up?" I squeaked.

"Jason," she said, shaking her head. "Can't call you that! Not
looking that way. Quick, what's a girl's name you like?" When I
didn't respond, she snapped her fingers. "Come on, quick. Name!"

"Uh ... Vanessa?" I had no idea why that popped into my head. But Zoe
seemed to like it.

"Vanessa, huh? Yeah, cute. Okay ... Vanessa, wait right there and I'll
be back with the boy of your dreams. And mine too, God help me ..." And
with that she vanished.

I could hear her talking to Ben downstairs, though not what she was
saying. As I waited, my anxiety mounted at about the same rate as my
excitement. This was going to be very good or very bad. I'd be fucked
either way--- just in a different sense of the word.

When the bedroom door reopened, and Zoe led Ben in with her hands over
his eyes, I was almost hyperventilating. But Zoe motioned for me to calm
down, then with a wicked grin nodded towards Ben's groin. The lump in
his grey school pants left no doubt about his interest in getting it on
with one of his sister's school friends.

"Hey Vanessa, got something here maybe you could help me with?"
Beckoning me to join her, Zoe got down on her knees and started
unbuckling our brother's belt. I stared irresolutely at Ben for a
second, but he still had his eyes screwed shut. The next thing I knew, I
was down on the floor ... and Ben's cock was filling my vision.

God, it was big! But beautiful as well, the skin pale and smooth, with
nothing like the lumps and bumps on Grandpa's dick. And where the old
man's had a noticeable curve to one side, this one rose straight up, so
thick that as I tentatively took hold of the shaft, I couldn't wrap my
small hand all the way around it.

As I watched, Zoe tugged the foreskin down to reveal the sculpted helmet.
Where Grandpa's had been quite bulbous, this one narrowed at the tip.

I glanced at my sister, and she nodded. All hesitation cast aside, I
engulfed it in my mouth. Or tried to anyway. But while the head went in
easily enough, I simply couldn't open my jaws wide enough to accommodate
his girth. So I concentrated on using my tongue and lips to probe every
part I could reach.

There was a slightly acrid flavour at first, perhaps the residue of his
last piss, but nothing that was too unpleasant. And soon enough I got my
first taste of his pre-cum, as it oozed from the tip of his throbbing
manhood.

Right next to me, I could feel Zoe working away at the base of the shaft,
her soft cheek brushing against mine. Above us, Ben was conveying his
pleasure. "Oh yeah girls, that feels so good. Ohhhhh ..." My stiff
little cocklet gave an extra twitch when I heard the "girls."

At Zoe's instigation we swapped places, and now it was my turn to run my
tongue up and down the length of his cock and play with the heavy balls
that nestled in the luxuriant mop of ginger pubic hair. After a couple of
minutes of this, I decided to push my luck and slid my tongue up until I
was licking Zoe's lips as she worked way on Ben's cockhead.

Her reaction was to make room for me, so that we were sharing the worship
of our brother's tool. And then, somehow, we were kissing each other.

I had kissed one or two girls before -- and could probably have done it
more, if I hadn't felt so anxious and tongue-tied around the opposite
sex.

I had been teased for being a "pretty boy" often enough to know that I
was good-looking. But that didn't give me the confidence I needed to
deal with my female peers, even when it was them taking the lead. The
times I'd locked lips had felt awkward and uncomfortable.

Yet with Zoe, it was completely different. Maybe it was because I was so
smitten or had just done something far more intimate with her. Or perhaps
because I wasn't Jason right now, but Vanessa.

For whatever reason, it felt totally natural, just pressing our
lipstick-covered mouths together and then opening them to let our tongues
softly entwine.

I had been thrilled by Grandpa kissing me. But this was more tender and
much nicer. Not to mention the added bonus of being able at the same time
to slide our busy mouths all over the top of Ben's engorged cockhead.

I felt Zoe reach out to my chest and caress one of my stiff little
nipples through the fabric of my white school shirt. I hesitated, then
stretched out a tentative hand of my own to cup one of my sister's tiny
breasts. When she didn't bat it away, I began gently fondling it and she
uttered a gentle moan of satisfaction.

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

Zoe withdrew her mouth for long enough to answer the plaintive question
from above us. "Sure," she said, then resumed the task of kissing both
me and the part of our brother that the two of us revered.

"Holy fuck!" The awe in Ben's voice was unmistakable. "You girls look
so fucking hot! And that feels ... amazing! Oh my god!"

With a thrill, I realised that looking down from above, all he could see
was two schoolgirls using their brightly painted lips to kiss one another
and slobber over his cock. But how long could we keep up the charade?

Zoe must have been reading my mind, because she leant over and whispered
in my ear: "Put it back in your mouth, then look up at him. And just
keep sucking. Leave the talking to me, okay?"

I nodded and did what I was told. This time I was able to get my mouth a
little further down the shaft. Trying not to tremble, I pulled it away
from his belly, tilted my head back and looked up.

As Ben's handsome face swam into view, his dazed expression melted into
a voracious smile. "God, Zoe wasn't kidding, you are so fucking ho-"

But then his eyes widened, and he stared in disbelief. "Jason?" he
asked, his voice somewhere between a croak and a squeak.

All my instincts were to run away and hide. But Zoe rested a hand firmly
on the top of my bobbing head and kept me where I was.

"No," she said firmly. "This is your other sister, Vanessa."

"But you said -"

"I said I knew someone at school who was super hot and wanted to help me
suck your cock. And that's not all she wants. Tell Ben where else you
want his cock, Vanessa."

My eyes hadn't left Ben. Ignoring the blush that was making my cheeks
burn, I disengaged my pink-coloured lips from his wondrous manhood and
answered my sister's question.

"In my -" I nearly said pussy, but I knew that wasn't what he would
want to hear.

"In my ass." I amended. "I want you to put your beautiful big cock in
my tight ass, as far as it will go. And I want you to fuck me, Ben. I
want you to make me your girl. I want you to make me moan and shake and
come, just like you do to Zoe."

The words poured out of me like a torrent, all my longing exposed for him
to see and hear. And as I waited for his response, I resumed sucking and
licking the piece of boy meat that I so desperately wanted in me.

I could see Ben wavering. Once again, Zoe took the initiative.

"Look at her, Ben. Look at her! Isn't she pretty? Doesn't she look
sexy, sucking your cock?"

My big brother had a confused look on his face, but he nodded. A surge of
delight ran through me as I saw it. I increased the intensity of my oral
assault, still holding his gaze.

"And I know how badly you want to fuck a girl in the ass, you've hardly
shut up about it," continued Zoe. "Well, now's your chance! Show him
your ass, Vanessa."

Obediently, I relinquished Ben's dick and rose to my feet. But rather
than meeting my sister's request, I put up a hand. "I have to
get something," I said urgently. "Thirty seconds, I'll be back."

When I'd come in to see Zoe, I'd had no idea that within the hour I'd
be eating her pussy, having her dress me as a schoolgirl, and then
sucking my brother's cock. If I was going to realise my greatest
ambition, there was something I was going to need from my bedroom.

I scurried as fast as my heels would let me. When I returned, my brother
and sister hadn't moved, except that Zoe had resumed her enthusiastic
attention to Ben's straining, quivering phallus.

"Here," I said boldly, tossing the tube of lubricant to Ben, "you'll
need to use this."

Grandpa had insisted on the need to get some, and even told me where to
find it, to spare me the embarrassment of asking for it at the store.
There was a lot I had to thank him for--- and based on how things were
going so far, I had a pretty good idea of how I'd be showing my
gratitude as well. But first things first ...

Feeling strangely lightheaded, I pulled down my pink panties and stepped
out of them. Ignoring the way my little cocklet sprang to attention, I
knelt on the bed, then propped forward until I was down on my elbows and
my rump was in the air. Reaching behind, I flipped up my skirt to expose
my ass.

I would dearly have preferred to watch Ben fuck me, but for this first
time at least I thought it might be less distracting if he couldn't see
his little brother's face.

"Look Ben," I heard Zoe say. "Look what Vanessa's got for you!"

I heard movement behind me, then gasped as I felt hands--- my sister's
maybe?--- prying my buttocks apart to expose my puckered hole. And then
another exclamation as I felt the coolth of the lube as one of them
applied it to my rectum, followed by a moan of both reaction and
anticipation as a finger slipped inside.

The finger was withdrawn and for a few seconds nothing happened. I was
just on the verge of looking around, when something pressed against my
opening. Something a lot bigger than a finger.

As the object behind me pressed for entry, I pushed backwards with my
butt, telling myself to stay relaxed and let the intruder in. It was
bigger than any carrot I'd tried, but not massively so, and the pointed
rather than bulbous shape helped as well. To my immense relief I felt my
ring stretch and expand until the whole of Ben's cockhead had breached
my defences.

"Are you all right Ja- ... uh, Vanessa?"

In other circumstances, I might have been pleased by the concern in his
voice. He had certainly never shown any such tenderness when he was
fucking Zoe, though to be fair I hadn't been around to watch their first
time together. But right now, it wasn't his empathy I wanted.

"No!" I responded forcefully. "Because I want you all the way inside
me! Not just a little bit, but ALL THE WAY!"

I heard Zoe snigger. "Better give him what wants, Ben! Her, I mean ..."

And then my brother's cock was filling up my passage and sliding far
deeper inside me than I'd ever dared to put a vegetable. I simply
wasn't prepared for the tightness, for the sense of being pressed in
places I didn't even know I could feel, for the helplessness as this
massive spike was driven inside me ... or for how good it felt.

"Yes ... oh yes," I breathed as my brother's dick filled me up, until I
could feel his belly against my butt. "Now fuck me! Please!"

And so he did.

It took a while to get going, I was so tight. But Zoe helpfully suggested
that Ben apply some extra lube, and he went in a lot easier the second
time. Soon enough, he wasn't just pressing against my ass, but slapping
hard against it.

Being reamed by this big cock was uncomfortable, even a little painful.
But those feelings simply didn't matter, because I was getting what I
wanted in the best possible way. Being taken by my stud of a brother
while my slutty sister encouraged us in terms that were as exciting as
they were obscene.

While Ben was standing behind me, pounding away at my raised ass, I
reached underneath my body to touch my own little fun stick. But Zoe, who
was sitting on the bed beside me, playing with herself as she watched us,
took her busy hand from her own groin and slapped mine way.

 "Uh Vanessa!" she said reprovingly. "That's my job."

To my utter astonishment, she rolled up on to the bed, twisting so as to
bring her head underneath my body, then lifting it to my groin.

When her lips closed around my cocklet, it took barely thirty seconds for
me to come in her mouth. I poured what felt like a torrent of seed down
my sister's throat, while behind me my brother grabbed my hips and
increased the pace of his assault even further.

"That's it Ben," I croaked, then found a stronger voice. "Fill me up,
pleeeeaaaaase! Fill me up with your cum, I want your cum so badly!

The last drops of my spunk were still leaking into Zoe's mouth as Ben
groaned and started to pour his own into what I might call my ass, but I
knew was really a pussy. A pussy that was going to be his for as long and
as often as he wanted it.

As he came, each convulsive thrust drove the breath from my already
tortured lungs, as he somehow managed to drive himself even further into
me than he had previously managed. The feeling of spreading warmth and
wetness was incredible.

Underneath me, I could hear Zoe coming as well, as she fingered her wet
snatch, her ruby-red lips still locked around my barely shrinking organ.

Ben gave one final push and then stayed there, embedded, his large hands
still grasping my narrow hips. Carefully disengaging my little dick from
my sister's mouth, I straightened up until I was kneeling on the bed,
then turned my head.

As I'd hoped, my brother's mouth came forward to find mine and we
shared a long kiss. His beautiful big cock, the one I had so lusted
after, was still inside me. And then Zoe was there as well, and the kiss
was being shared three ways.

The silence was broken only by our panting, as we sought to recover from
efforts.

I was wondering how I could thank my new sexual partners ... and how
quickly we could do it all again. The thought made my cocklet throb.

But then came the cough. Just a little one, but enough to make the three
of us turn our heads and look at the doorway.

"What are you doing?" asked Mum.



[To be continued. Please send any feedback or questions to me at
laceyk@petlover.com.]