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The next morning, Melissa's family shared a quick bit of lovemaking before they started their day, with their positions being much the same as their final session the previous evening, only with Melissa on her back, her mother covering her face with her pussy, and Keith, after their mother provided them both instruction on condom usage, driving in and out his sister's cunt. It was gentle and friendly, with none of the desperate energy of the night before; just a very nice way to start the day with the people you loved.
Once showering, dressing and breakfast was done and the soiled sheets thrown into the laundry, it was time for setting out on the business of the day. Her mother and Keith departed before Melissa, since their mother could drop Keith off at his high school on her way to work. Melissa waited by the front door with her coat and knapsack ready, but it was too cold to simply stand outside. As soon as she saw Brad and Stephanie turn the corner onto her street, though, she stepped out and locked the door with her own key that she proudly carried and went to meet them.
They didn't speak much on the way to school, though Brad once again held Melissa's hand. All the things she and Stephanie had to say to each other weren't things Brad was really ready to deal with – at least, not yet – so mostly they walked in companionable silence.
Arriving at school, they took their leave of Brad with a promise to see him again at lunchtime because they needed to detour by the school office, Melissa to drop off her note from her mother about her doctor's appointment in the afternoon, and Stephanie to do the same, plus her father's written excuse for her absence the day before. Melissa was interested to learn that her friend's current menstrual state was grounds to be excused from P.E., which Stephanie accepted with relief as an unexpected blessing.
Though neither of the girls had said a word to anyone, by the afternoon it seemed like half the girls in their class somehow knew that Stephanie had started her period. This seemed to make her a minor celebrity in many of their eyes, and several girls attempted to corner her to ask questions and get more details. She fended them off as best she could, explaining that she was going to the doctor later in the afternoon, which drew sympathetic nods all around.
By the time the office notified their teacher that Melissa's mother was there for the two of them, Melissa was greatly relieved to be free of school and her classmates. Her mother was waiting in the office for them and she greeted Stephanie warmly but with no hint whatsoever as to what had transpired between the two of them the previous evening. Melissa had expected nothing more since, after all, her mother wasn't giving any hint about what had transpired between the two of them last night, either. But once they were in the car, Melissa's mother had some words for both of them.
"Girls," she began, "I have something serious to discuss with you, so please listen carefully. "Stephanie, your father and I agreed that it was time you get a birth control prescription."
"I know," Stephanie nodded, "My dad told me already."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it," Melissa's mother said. "In fact, I'll also be requesting it for Melissa. But – and here's the important thing – in order to get it, you're going to have to admit to the doctor that you are both now `sexually active'. Those are the correct words to use and should be the only words you use. That's all a doctor needs to know. It's none of their business with whom, how often, none of that. Though a doctor might have legitimate questions about what sexual acts you practice, you still don't give any information about who you do them with. Am I clear? Does that make sense?"
They both nodded and assured her that they understood.
"Now," the older woman went on, "I don't think it will happen, at least not by this doctor, who seems to be able to mind her own business, but it could be that one of the nursing staff or assistants may make some comment about how young you are to be engaging in sex. If they do, it may be just innocent concern, but it could also be fishing for some reason to bring the police or social services in, which I don't need emphasize to either of you that that is something we very much don't want and simply can't allow to happen."
She paused to see if either girl had any comments or questions, then continued. "If someone does make some sort of a remark like that, your first response should be to ignore them. If they continue to press, simply inform them that what you do with your bodies is your choice and no one else's business. You don't need to be ugly about it, but you do need to be firm. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mom, I get it," Melissa nodded and Stephanie equally concurred.
"Good," her mother nodded. "Like I say, it probably won't happen, but it's important to be prepared."
Stephanie spoke up after a while. "Margaret, I've never been to a gynecologist. That's what this doctor is called, right?"
"Gynecologist, yes," Margaret confirmed. "That's a doctor who specializes in women's medical issues, particularly their reproductive systems."
"Their what?" Stephanie asked, puzzled.
Melissa was able to jump in and contribute. "Reproductive. You know, the parts of our bodies that let us reproduce. Get pregnant, have babies, that stuff."
"Exactly," her mother confirmed. "Did you have a question?"
"What is she going to do?" Stephanie wanted to know.
So the rest of the way to the clinic, Margaret described the kinds of procedures they could expect. It didn't sound too ominous to Melissa, even the part about the doctor putting something up inside her and inspecting her, considering the kinds of things she'd had put up inside her lately.
The actual doctor's office visit was primarily more boring to Melissa than anything else, though the doctor was interested when she was actually examining the inside of her vagina. She frowned and said, "Just how recently did you become sexually active?" she asked.
"Uh, not very long at all," Melissa answered feeling strangely reluctant to admit that it had only been a few days.
"That's funny, then," the doctor mused. "Your hymen shows no sign whatsoever of being recently broken. Was intercourse painful for you the first time?"
"No, not at all," Melissa admitted. "I was actually kind of surprised `cause I'd heard it was supposed to be," and then immediately started kicking herself mentally for revealing more information than was needed.
But the doctor just shrugged and said, "These things happen sometimes, particularly if you had some sort of injury when you were younger. Anything like that?"
Melissa just shrugged, figuring the less she said, the better. But then the doctor said, "It also appears that you're engaging in anal intercourse."
Melissa was momentarily stunned, not knowing what she was expected to say. Finally, she managed to stammer, "Wh- why? Is that a problem?"
The doctor, however, merely shook her head and said, "It's not a problem per se, but your anal tissues are a lot more delicate than your vaginal ones and can tear more easily, so if you're going to keep doing that, you need to monitor your stool and come see me right away if you ever see blood in it."
"My stool?" Melissa was baffled.
"Your poop," the doctor said with a dry smile. "And it's also not good, particularly for someone as young as you to practice anal sex too often. You need time for your anus to heal and recover. The basic rule should be, if it hurts, don't do it. That rule applies to just about anything to do with sex, by the way," she said with a wry chuckle.
"Now your mother tells me you're requesting birth control. But you haven't started menstruating yet, right?"
"Uh, that's right. She just says that since I'm sexually active, I need to be prepared. I understand I can't start taking pills until after I have my first period so I'm supposed to use a condom whenever I have, uh, vaginal intercourse until then," she responded, proud that she'd remembered the proper words.
"Yes, that's wise," the doctor nodded. "There are forms of birth control such as IUD's that would prevent even a pre-menstrual pregnancy, but they're not recommended for young women your age. So as long as you're happy using condoms – and will use them faithfully, each and every time," she added with a stern gaze, "Then that's probably the best plan for you. One other thing you should know – once you do start menstruation, you should also avoid vaginal intercourse while you're bleeding. All that blood is trying to get out; you don't do your body any favors by something shoving it back in, if you get my drift."
"Oh, okay, thanks. I didn't know that," Melissa responded gratefully.
"Maybe, since your boyfriend seems to enjoy anal intercourse, you save that for those times, eh?" she said with a droll smile.
"Uh, yeah, right," Melissa answered, feeling like the conversation was drifting dangerously close to topics she was not supposed to discuss. "Am I done now?" she asked quickly.
"You're done," the doctor smiled. "You should come back and see us once you start your menstrual cycle. Other than that, please make wise choices, and have a good day."
"Always," she promised. And that was that.
Meeting up with her mother and Stephanie in the waiting room, her mother gestured for her to hold any comments or questions until they were in the car. Her mother thanked the waiting room attendant, and they left.
Once they were in the car, her mother wanted reports from both girls. Stephanie's examination had been similar to Melissa's, with the same advice about anal sex.
"So she could tell you'd been fucked in the ass, too?" Melissa asked. "God, when she said that to me, I about fell off the exam table."
"Well, it sounds like you both handled yourselves admirably," her mother commented, sounding pleased. "And yes, that doctor is pretty cool. I suspect you're not the first girls your age she's seen come through her office, and probably won't be the last. Now if you don't mind the delay, I need to stop at the drugstore and fill our prescriptions."
Once the visit to the pharmacy was over and they pulled up to the Muller house, Stephanie announced, "Oh, Dad's home already."
"Oh, good," Melissa's mother replied, a little too eagerly in Melissa's opinion and she had to stifle a smile. "He said he was going to try to get off work in time to be here when you got back, Stephanie," the older woman hastened to explain. "I'm sure he'll want to hear all about it, and I have some things I need to settle with him, too."
Stephanie just raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
John was waiting at the door for them and welcomed them inside. "Brad's home, too. He's upstairs in his room," he added with a significant look at Melissa, who immediately realized he was directing her to spend some more time with his son.
"Yes, sweetie, why don't you go visit with Brad for a while? Take your time and come back down when you're ready. You've got your purse?" Melissa's mother said sweetly.
Melissa held up her purse but smiled at her mother. She mouthed, `come see me' to Stephanie and headed up the stairs.
She found Brad in his room bent over what appeared to be his homework. "Hi," she said from the doorway. "Can I come in?"
Brad spun around with a huge grin on his face, "You sure can! I was hoping I'd get to see you again."
"You can do more than see me," she said under lowered eyes, pointedly closing the door behind her. "Both our parents basically just told me I could come up here, do whatever I want with you, and take as long as we want doing it."
"Shit! You're kidding!" he exclaimed. "Both our parents? Your mom's here too? I mean, what can we really do with both of them in the house?"
"You just don't get it, do you?" she asked, stepping over close to him and beginning to unbutton her top. "Both our parents know you're my boyfriend, and sometimes a girl needs time alone with her boyfriend. They are totally cool with it. So are you going to get your clothes off or am I going to have to rip them off you myself?"
"Uh, shit, no! This is great!" he enthused, standing up very quickly, and hurriedly peeling off his clothes. "And we're really going to, uh, you know..."
"Fuck again?" she asked archly, "Well, I thought we might. But only if you want to," she added overly sweetly and batting her eyes.
"Okay, now you're just making fun of me," he muttered as he tugged his underpants to the floor and worked his socks off to stand before her completely naked. His small cock was already starting to rise rapidly.
"Only when you're being silly," Melissa countered as she stepped out of her panties and pushed him by his shoulders back onto the bed. "I've got something to show you, something we need to do together."
She retrieved her purse and pulled out the box of condoms.
"Shit!" Brad gasped, "Those look like-"
"Condoms. Yep," Melissa nodded, "And we need to use them anytime you fuck my pussy, otherwise I could get pregnant. Pregnant, you understand?"
"Uh, yeah, jeez," he shook his head, looking stunned. "I didn't even think about that yesterday."
"Neither did I," Melissa confessed, "But after talking to my mom, and then the visit to the doctors today, well, trust me. We need to use these. Now, if you want to have me some other way than in my cunt, then that's fine. But I was hoping you'd want to just fuck me regular like, like I really am your girlfriend and not just some sex-starved slut. Of course I am all that, too, but you know that," she laughed self-deprecatingly.
"How do they work?" Brad appeared keenly interested.
"Well, I can only put one on your cock once you're nice and hard, so that's the fun part to start with," she grinned. "Here, lie back on the bed. I'm going to suck you and get you all firmed up. You can play with my tits or my pussy or any other part of me you can reach. Okay?"
"Sure!" he agreed, grinning broadly and quickly lay prone on the bed on his back. Melissa climbed atop him and positioned her pussy by his face, hoping he would take the hint and began to gently suck and stroke his cock.
Brad did take the hint and began to explore her pussy, touching it with his fingers and poking and prodding it.
"Never seen one of those up close before?" Melissa interrupted her fellatio to ask.
"Not really," he responded. "I mean, yeah, I've licked yours before, but then it's too close to really see."
"Hmmm, that's true," Melissa laughed softly. "So what do you think? Do I pass inspection?"
"It's – you're beautiful," he said simply, "Every part of you is."
"And that," she said happily, "Is why you're my boyfriend. You really do say the sweetest things sometimes."
She sucked him for several more minutes, not that he was going to get any harder since his cock was already rock hard and throbbing, but simply because Melissa enjoyed doing it for him. She realized that she was falling in love with Brad every bit as much as she loved Stephanie (and her feelings for their father weren't far behind, she had to admit to herself). But finally, she announced, "Okay, buddy, I think you're hard enough to wear a condom. Hang on while I get one and we'll see how it works."
She struggled to her feet and retrieved the condom box from her purse, pulling out a packet, tearing it open and walking back to sit next to Brad on the bed. She pulled the condom out of its envelope and showed it to Brad, who took it between his fingers gingerly.
"It feels like a balloon," he commented.
"Yeah, I can see that," Melissa nodded. "Now watch and I'll show you how to put it on your cock." She tried to follow the process her mother had demonstrated on Keith that morning and was pleased to see it unroll down the boy's shaft perfectly.
"It doesn't fit," he commented.
"What do you mean? It looks right to me," she asked, puzzled.
"It didn't come down all the way," he pointed to the excess at the tip.
"Oh, no, it's supposed to look like that," she laughed. "That's to catch your come. If it didn't have that, you might burst right through it when you came."
"Oh, yeah, I guess that makes sense," he nodded. "So now what do we do?"
"Now we fuck!" Melissa said in a smoky voice, lying down on the bed and pulling him atop her.
Brad didn't seem the least bit encumbered by the extra bit of rubber around his prick and it didn't take long before he was happily thrusting in and out of her and Melissa was digging her heels into his backside, urging him on, her excited cries filling the air. Melissa actually came twice before Brad did, grunting with pleasure as he shot jet after jet of his thick, white cream into the tip of the enclosing condom.
They were lying there in satiated bliss, Brad's cock gradually deflating but still inside her when there was a soft knock at the door. Brad started, but Melissa held him firmly and called out in a high, girlish voice, "Who is it?"
"It's me," Stephanie's voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"Oh, come in, love, we just finished," Melissa answered.
The door opened and Stephanie swept in, taking in the two nude bodies of her brother and best friend on the bed and lingering on the condom wrapper on the floor. "Hmmm, not quite as finished as I was led to believe. You two need some more time?"
"No, Steph, not for you. Just come in and close the door," Melissa answered. After Stephanie had secured the door behind her, Melissa gently pushed Brad off her saying, "Come here, big guy. Let's get this condom off you and set your cock free again," she added with a laugh.
"Is that what that is?" Stephanie asked. "I wondered."
"Yeah, Mom got `em for me," Melissa explained. "Until I get my first period and can start birth control, I have to use these anytime a guy wants to fuck my pussy. See," she said as she pulled the thin rubber off Brad's quickly subsiding erection and holding it up for Stephanie to see, "It catches all the come so I can't get pregnant."
"Yeah, I can see that. Interesting," the dark-haired girl said, stepping close for a better look. "And what are you supposed to do with it now?" she asked.
"Well," Melissa said slowly, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "I suppose I could just toss it. But it seems a shame to let a lot of perfectly good come go to waste, don't you?"
"Oh, that would be wrong," Stephanie agreed with mock seriousness.
And to Brad's astonished eyes, Melissa upended the come-filled rubber and squeezed the contents into her open mouth.
"Are you going to swallow all that or are you going to share?" Stephanie asked, the tone of her voice indicating she thought Melissa's actions were highly arousing.
By way of answer, Melissa stood, stepped over to her slim girlfriend, and kissed her long and passionately, trading large dollops of Brad's jism between them and gradually swallowing it between them until it was gone.
"That's kind of neat," Stephanie commented, licking her lips after their obscene kiss had ended. "It just holds all the come in a neat little bag so you can taste it all at once. I like it. Do you have any extras? I might like to try it with Brad or, you never know," she suggested with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"Yeah, sure, take a couple," Melissa readily agreed, handing her two from the pack. "My mom can always get me more when I need them." She picked up her clothing from the floor and turned to Brad. "I'm sorry, my baby," she said with a sad smile, "I wish I could stay longer, but thank you so much for a really nice time. But I still need to talk to your sister a bit before I go. See you tomorrow, though, right?" she asked, leaning over to plant a juicy kiss on his lips.
"Uh, yeah, for sure," he replied, still looking a bit overwhelmed and dazed.
"Okay, then. I love you, Brad," she said sincerely.
"I love you, too," he answered softly, eliciting a pair of raised eyebrows from his sister and a very warm smile from Melissa.
"Shall we go?" Melissa asked her friend.
"Uh, you're not going to put your clothes on first?" Stephanie asked with an amused smile.
"Why? Our folks are still downstairs and we're just going to your room, right?" Melissa shrugged.
"Whatever," Stephanie shrugged. "Our girlfriend is turning into a sex fiend, huh?" she asked Brad.
"Lucky us!" her brother grinned.
"You got that right," Stephanie asserted firmly. "You want the door open or closed?"
"Uh, closed!" Brad answered hastily, with a significant glance down at his nude body.
"Okay, if that's what you want, Bro," she replied with a naughty grin before turning in the doorway, "Though I don't know why you bother. We've all seen you this way now."
"Not Melissa's mother!" Brad almost gasped.
"True," his sister sniggered, "But I know you want to change that the first chance you get."
"That's true" he said, looking sheepish.
"Oh, Brad that's nothing to be ashamed of," Stephanie answered with a sweet smile. "And – full disclosure? I think Melissa's mom is incredibly hot and sexy, too."
With that, Stephanie closed the door and accompanied Melissa the few steps into her bedroom. As soon as they were inside and Stephanie had closed the door behind them she whirled and started kissing her young lover ardently. Within seconds, her hands were roaming all over the plump redhead's body, one of them quickly finding Melissa's oozing cunt slit. "Please tell me you have time for a nice fuck," she whispered, her breath rapidly deepening.
"Of course," Melissa groaned, "I couldn't have resisted you even if I'd wanted to once you started that! And my mom did say for me to take as much time as I needed. Well, I really need this!" she panted. She also realized that further delay would give her mother and John even more time to get to know each other. She wondered what they were doing together, and the sudden image in her mind of John and her mother kissing passionately, John's hand thrust down inside her mother's pants, making her moan with pleasure was almost enough to make Melissa climax then and there.
"Oh, God, Steph!" Melissa gasped, "Please get those clothes off! I need you so badly already!"
The dark-haired girl stepped back and with her eyes never leaving Melissa's, quickly disrobed. Taking her hand, she led her young lover to the bed where they fell together, kissing with a desperate yearning while their fingers probed each other's already drenched cunt slits. Melissa moaned loudly, the sound muffled by the impediment of Stephanie's tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her body was already starting to writhe involuntarily under the relentless assault of Stephanie's fingers in her sensitive pussy. Stephanie was no less affected and her body began to twist as well as she tried to force more and more of her tingling cunt into contact with Melissa's probing hand and fingers.
After only a couple of minutes of such intense lovemaking, both girls were emitting helpless groans and gasps of passion, and when a few more minutes had elapsed, they abandoned any hope of subtlety. Melissa began shouting, "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! My God, Steph! You're amazing! Hungghh! Hungghhh! Oh, fuck! Yes! Do that! Oh, yes! Unnggghhh! Unggghhh! Faster, my baby! Ohhhhh, God, I can't believe- hunnggghhh! How much you turn me on! Oh, God! I can't- I can't hold out- oh, shit! Hungghhh! Can't last much longer! Ohhhhh, God, Steph!"
Stephanie was equally aroused, moaning, "Ohhhhh! My love! Don't wait! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! I'm- hunggghhh! I'm almost there, too! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Shit, baby, here it comes! Ohhhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Come with me! Come all over me! Oh, God! I'm coming! Aiieeeeeeee!"
Both pubescent girls were suddenly screaming at the top of their lungs, their bodies convulsing and shuddering as their mutual orgasms ripped into them, their engorged clits pulsing strongly against each other's fingers which each continued to drive against the other, prolonging their climaxes until their need for oxygen finally forced them to cease their obscene finger-fucking. They clung to each other, panting and gasping, sweat pouring off their faces and bodies as they slowly came back down to earth.
"Oh. My. God." Stephanie whispered when her breath had sufficiently recovered. "Seems like we both really needed that, huh?" she giggled, and instantly Melissa was giggling, too, with their laughter becoming infectious so that it was several moments longer before either could speak again.
"Man, what was that?" Stephanie asked at last. "I'm not sure I've ever seen you that turned on before. And seeing you like that made me the same way. God! We both came so fast, it's like we hadn't had an orgasm in days."
"Well, part of it was that I was already pretty worked up from that nice little fuck with Brad, and then sharing his come with you like that? Jeez, that was one of the hottest things we've ever done!" Melissa replied. She wasn't quite ready to share the part about her fantasy of the scene between their parents, not until she'd had the opportunity to discuss things with Stephanie.
"Well, thank you, Brad," Stephanie said with a smoky smile. "If him fucking you gets you this worked up, I think maybe we should make it part of our daily routine."
"Yes," Melissa agreed with a laugh, "Though it did seem like you enjoyed our little three-way sex yesterday, too. I wanted to ask you if that was just something you did because it was kind of a special occasion, or if you might want to do it again sometime?" she added more soberly.
Stephanie cocked her head with a thoughtful smile. "I did like it," she confessed at last. "Actually a lot more than I thought I would. I did do it, as you say, mostly because I wanted to see you take his virginity. But once we got started, it was – oh, I don't know, Mel! It just seems like anytime I get around you I turn into this total nympho and I just can't get enough," she giggled nervously. "So I guess I'm saying, sure, I'd like to do that again. Maybe not every day, `cause I'd still like to always have some time just for the two of us, but yeah, sometimes, for sure. That really was an amazing scene, wasn't it?"
"It sure was," Melissa agreed, her voice turning husky at the memory. "I was hoping you'd say that, because I really, really loved it, too. There's just something about sharing your body with two people you love that feels really special to me. But I also agree – I still want to make sure I have time alone with you, and I think Brad feels the same, you know? And yes, I like being able to sometimes spend time just with Brad. So, what do you think? Shall we say, every other day for group sex and on the opposite days, I'll take turns with you?"
"Yeah, that sounds good to me," Stephanie nodded, her glittering eyes revealing just how much the plan turned her on.
"Just out of curiosity," Melissa followed up, "Do you think you might fuck Brad yourself sometimes? I'm totally okay with it if you do. After all, I'm fucking my brother, too," she laughed.
"That's true, you are," Stephanie nodded. "Yeah, if Brad's willing, I think I might," she acknowledged with a shy smile. "Though I'm not sure when or how we might find the time or opportunity. And of course, next week it's all going to be different with both you and your brother staying here."
"Yeah, I suspect – and hope – that we'll be having all kinds of group sex then. I can't wait for that!" Melissa grinned.
"Me either," Stephanie nodded, "Though I do admit that one of the things I'm most looking forward to is being able to sleep with you all night long."
"Absolutely," her plump lover agreed, "That will be nice. Hey," she said in a serious tone, "I also wanted to talk with you about what happened last night with you, my mom and your dad. My mom told me all about it."
"Everything?" Stephanie inquired, her eyebrow raised in surprise.
"Well, I don't know because I haven't heard your version yet," Melissa pointed out, "But she did say that the two of you basically admitted you were turned on by each other, and that it seemed like your dad really wanted both of you and that she was really, really tempted, like there was this one moment when you were lying there on the bed with your legs spread apart and she and your dad standing so close that it was all she could do to keep from pulling him down on the bed with you and fucking you both like crazy!"
"Yeah, and I wish she would have," Stephanie sighed. "And at the same time, I'm sort of glad she didn't. It would have been wonderful, but it would have opened up a whole new set of problems, you know?"
"I do know, and so did she," Melissa nodded, "Which is why she finally backed away. Though she also told me she'll wonder about that missed opportunity for the rest of her life. And I have to tell you, you made quite the impression on her! She went on and on about how beautiful you are and especially how wonderful your pussy smells and how hard it was for her to resist just plunging her tongue into your cunt."
"Yeah, I could feel that, too," Stephanie responded with a wistful smile, "Your mom is really amazing, isn't she. I don't think I'd ever been close enough before to realize how hot and sexy she is. I don't blame you a bit for fucking her. I hope I get the chance myself, soon. She really said my pussy smells good?" she asked with a modest smile.
"Oh, God, Steph, she couldn't say enough about it and how it made her feel. Of course, she's right, you know," Melissa added with smoldering eyes. "I had to agree with her completely. And she told me about that little stunt you pulled at the end."
"What stunt?" Stephanie asked, looking wary.
"Giving her a hug at the end and sucking her tit right through her clothes and leaving a huge wet spot on her nipple that your dad couldn't miss? That stunt?" Melissa asked dryly.
"Oh," Stephanie's shoulders sagged. "She told you about that, too, huh?"
"She did, my love, and I confess I'm dying to know what you were thinking," the redhead said gently.
"Huh. That's a good question. I'm not even sure I was thinking at all," the slim girl mused. "I just couldn't let her go, not after those sparks I know we both felt, without letting her know how I felt somehow."
"Yeah, I can understand that," Melissa pressed, "But you could have done that just by caressing her breast or something. What you did, though, making sure your dad would see? What was up with that?
"I- I don't really know," Stephanie confessed with downcast eyes. "Was your mom really mad?"
"Well now that's the funny thing," Melissa related with a puzzled smile, "She wasn't mad at all. She figured you knew exactly what you were doing and had done it on purpose. I think she was impressed with how devious you were."
"Really? Huh! And did she say why she thinks I did it? I'm kind of curious myself," Stephanie asked, her expression almost pleading.
"She thinks you did it to send a message to your dad, kind of, as she put it, `staking a claim', letting your dad know that you wanted this woman, too. And daring him to object!" Melissa laughed.
"Hmmm. You know, I think that must be right, `cause that's definitely how I was feeling – still am feeling, for all that," Stephanie confessed thoughtfully, "But I swear to you I wasn't thinking that consciously!"
"Hey, I believe you," Melissa chuckled. "But believe me, I also understand how sometimes our subconscious can make us do what we really want to do anyway. Like trading underwear with a friend in a dark girl's bathroom," she suggested.
"Yeah, like that," Stephanie agreed with a laugh, sounding relieved. "Your mom's really not mad?"
"Nope, and I think it's wonderful!" Melissa enthused. "You both know now that you want each other, and I couldn't be happier. I just love the thought of sharing you with all the people I love, because I think you're so wonderful and amazing, and I want them all to experience that, too."
"Okay, I do understand that," her dark-haired lover nodded. "That's exactly how I feel about you and my dad."
"Oh, speaking of that," Melissa turned serious, "Just so you know, yesterday afternoon as I was leaving, your dad totally, like, hit on me."
"Wow! Really? What happened?" Stephanie perked up, keenly interested.
"We'd been talking about what had happened and what he saw upstairs-"
"Yeah, he did tell me you'd given him the short version, and then made me give him all the juicy details. Go on!" Stephanie said excitedly.
"Well, he was just really so sweet about everything and I was feeling really close to him, so I went to hug him and instead suddenly he was kissing me, really hard, with tongue and everything and I just kind of melted inside. He started to run his hands up and down me and, well, you know me. I was already so worked up from that incredible sex with you and Brad, and I guess your dad was, too, from watching us. Anyway, I couldn't have resisted him even if I'd wanted to, which I didn't," she giggled. "He unzipped my pants and had his fingers in my pussy before I knew what was happening. It felt so amazing to be held in his strong arms like that and be kissed, and God! He really does have magic fingers and lips, doesn't he?"
"Oh, yes," Stephanie agreed, her breathing starting to deepen noticeably with arousal.
"Well, if Brad hadn't been home, I don't know what would have happened. Well, that's not true, I know exactly what would have happened," she sniggered, "But Brad started to clump down the stairs and your dad just stepped away, cool as you please, zipped my pants back up – but he left my bra unfastened, the bastard," she added with a rueful laugh, "And we said goodbye. But I don't think there's any more doubt for either of us that we're really going to fuck the first chance we get!"
"Hoo, boy! That's quite a story," Stephanie breathed. "I sure wish I'd been there!"
"I do, too," Melissa nodded. "I hope when it finally does happen, you'll be there to share it like you were for me and Brad."
"Yep, I'd really like that," Stephanie nodded, "But like I said before, if the opportunity is there, take it! Just tell me all about it afterwards," she added meaningfully.
"I understand," Melissa nodded. "But there's more." She took a deep breath and plunged in. "First, once I got talking with my Mom and telling her and Keith all about our fun times with Brad-"
"Shit! You told them both?" Stephanie looked shocked.
"Sure. You told your dad all about it, right? And I don't have any secrets about my love life with you and Brad from either of them," Melissa explained. "The only thing I haven't told even my mom is anything about you and your dad. Or," she added, "Until last night, anything about any feelings between your dad and me. But as I was telling the story, somehow I managed to let slip enough that my mom asked me point blank if your dad was attracted to me, and I had to tell her that yes, it sure seemed like it, and I admitted that I was attracted to him."
"Oh, boy. Complications," Stephanie observed in a carefully neutral voice.
"Complications, indeed," Melissa went on. "Well, she wanted to know if your dad had ever done anything `inappropriate', which almost made me laugh. I wasn't about to tell her about all the times he'd kissed me and felt me up because as far as I was concerned, that wasn't inappropriate at all. I loved it," she laughed, "So I could answer honestly that he'd been a perfect gentleman, but he'd also made it clear he desired me, and I'd shared the same feelings with him."
"Well, naturally, Mom was really concerned," the redhead continued, "But in the end, she actually said she trusted me to make my own choices about who I did what with and when. But she was very worried that doing something with your dad would ruin your and my relationship, so she made me promise that I'd never do anything without making sure of your feelings first. I didn't tell her that you'd already given your blessing, but I promised I'd talk to you. And she warned me again about what a risk to your dad it would be if anyone outside ever found out, and I told her I really did understand and would keep my mouth shut."
"Oh. Okay," Stephanie nodded thoughtfully, "That turned out a lot better than I was worried it would. It sounds like she's basically okay with it, then. Are you going to tell her when it happens?"
"I honestly don't know, Steph," Melissa shook her head. "I know that sometime I'll have to, but I think it will kind of depend on the situation. She already suspects something's going on between you and your dad, by the way, and I don't want to add to her suspicions. Let's worry about that together after it happens, okay?"
"Yeah," Stephanie nodded slowly. "She already suspects, you say?"
"Steph, Mom's not dumb, not at all," Melissa said with an intense look, "And apparently the way you and your dad were looking at each other last night, and especially the way he was ogling your body and getting one of his monster hard-ons, well, I don't think she would have had to been Sherlock Holmes, do you?"
"You think she's cool with it, then, if she does suspect?" Stephanie pressed for reassurance.
"Yeah, actually, I do," Melissa commented. "She mentioned a couple of times that if he did desire his daughter, she didn't really have any room to talk, you know?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right at that," Stephanie laughed. "Okay, that's all good, then. Is there more?"
"Yes, love, and it's an important one," Melissa answered, and she took a big breath. "It's about your dad and my mom. I don't know if you've noticed, but they seem pretty attracted to each other."
"Yeah, I'd kind of wondered about that," Stephanie nodded with a guarded expression, "Though after all the sexual tension in my room with the three of us last night, I had to admit to myself that my dad was really lusting after her. Since I was, too, I could hardly blame him," she laughed weakly. "But that's not what you're saying, is it?"
"No, Steph, I think it's more than just the sexual attraction, though God knows there's plenty of that," Melissa answered, trying to choose her words carefully. "I think they're really starting to fall in love, if they haven't already."
Stephanie heaved a deep sigh. "I guess I kind of knew that, too, and was avoiding facing it. Looking back on it, I should have seen it while we were talking about my doctor's exam downstairs while you were having a screaming good time with Brad upstairs," she added pointedly.
"Shit! You mean you could hear us?" Melissa asked, feeling her cheeks starting to burn.
"No, I mean we could hear you!" her friend clarified dryly. "And our parents just kept chatting like nothing was happening, only I could tell it was starting to turn them on, too, because my dad's cock just kept getting bigger and bigger, and then your mom didn't seem to be able to take her eyes off it, so she starts squirming in her seat, like her pussy is starting drip, you know. Well, this went on until you really let out a shriek, and we could even hear Brad grunting so we all knew you were coming. With that my dad finally said, `Ah, to be young and in lust again', and your mom chuckled, but then she said softly, almost to herself, `Those feelings don't stop with the young.'"
"No! Oh, shit! What did your dad say?" Melissa demanded.
"He just looked at her, like, I don't know, like the way he looks at me," Stephanie admitted in a weak, soft voice. "And I guess then, I knew for sure something was going on between them. Only I still don't know how I feel about it. Part of me really wants it to happen because, well, like you said earlier about loving to share the people you love with the other people you love, and I'm really coming to love your mom. But then there's this other part of me that is really pissed off, you know, like `Who's this woman who thinks she's going to replace my mom?' And then there's the jealous part of me saying, `Why does my dad need her? He's got me!' So all that is turning around in my head and don't know what to do or think," she finished, hanging her head and looking miserable.
"Yeah, my love," Melissa commiserated, "I totally get how you could be feeling all those things." She went on, "I don't know if it will help or make things worse, but I do want you to know how I feel about it, okay?" Her young lover nodded mutely. "Okay. I'll just say it. I want it to happen. I really want it to happen, for a whole lot of reasons. I do love both your dad and my mom very much and it seems like this would make both of them happy. You should have seen my mom last night when she came home from your house – she was actually glowing and she had this stupid grin she couldn't get off her face, and all because your dad kissed her as she was leaving!"
"He did?" Stephanie's face darkened.
"Hang on my love, and let me finish," Melissa pleaded. "Yes, he did, and it really did make my mom happy. Even with what she's found with her kids, I know she's been really lonely, and your dad really is an amazing man, and fucking handsome, too. So how could she not start to fall in love with him? So there's that. And then, just from a practical standpoint, if our folks really did get together, it would solve a whole bunch of problems. Imagine, Steph – no more sneaking around and being careful about who knows what about who's doing who. I tell you, it's driving me nuts trying to keep it all straight in my head and my mom is already sniffing around places I'm not ready to talk about with her, so I would really finally be able to relax around all of our two families. Plus, if we lived together, we could have each other whenever we wanted," she shot Stephanie a meaning-filled look. "And then there's one other thing, and I admit it's completely selfish, but I have been having this secret fantasy ever since we started all the sex about all of us – and I mean all six of us – together and fucking and loving and loving and fucking each other. Every time I think about that, it gets me so turned on that my pussy starts dripping so much that my panties get soaked – like they would be right now if I were wearing any!" she giggled.
"So there you have it, I've said what I wanted to. What do you say?" Melissa asked.
Stephanie lay next to her on the bed, silent for so long with an unfathomable expression on her face that Melissa began to genuinely feel like she'd pushed her lover farther than she was able to go. Her fears were heightened when she saw tears begin to well up in Stephanie's face.
"Look, Steph, I'm really sorry," she began, but Stephanie cut her off by suddenly seizing her face between both hands and kissing her hard, sobbing as she did so.
"Shut up," the slim girl said with a smile through her tears and her gentle sobs. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare apologize to me, you incredible, amazing, beautiful, good person!" she blubbered. "You put me to shame. All I was thinking about was myself and you've been thinking about everyone!" She took a great, heaving breath and tried to compose herself. "All right," she said at last. "For your sake, I'll be okay with it, I promise."
Melissa sobered. "Steph, that's really a sweet and loving thing to say and I think I have some idea of what it cost you. But I need you to be okay with it completely and really know in your heart that it's the best possible thing, and not just for me, but for all the rest of us, and especially for your dad and for you," she said earnestly. "And while I can understand your feelings about my mom somehow replacing your own mother, she knows she could never do that and wouldn't ever to expect to. Your dad has told me a couple of times that you are really all he has left of your mom, from the way you look to your expression when you come. The fact is, my mom isn't replacing your mother in your dad's heart - you are."
Stephanie appeared stunned by this unexpected consideration, and Melissa went on, "My mother would be happy to be your father's new woman, maybe his wife, and to be your friend and sometimes your lover. And think about it, Steph. You don't have any problem sharing me with your dad. After all, why should he need me when he's got you, right? And yet you seem happy to let me have him, too."
Stephanie nodded reluctantly. "You're right," she sniffled, "I know you're right. I mean my head knows you're right. I just need a little time for my heart to catch up. It does sound like you've thought a lot about it already."
"Yeah, I have," Melissa confessed, "Even before last night, and when it turned out that both my mom and I were really attracted to your dad and I was worried that she would be jealous of me, I've really thought about nothing else since." She took a deep breath. "So I need you to think about it, and I mean really think about it, Steph. If you can't get your heart into it as well, nothing's going to work, and sooner or later it's going to eat away at you."
"I get it, I really do, Mel," the slender girl nodded, her eyes still glistening. "I will think about it, I promise."
"I know you will," Melissa said tenderly as she reached out to caress her twelve-year-old lover's cheek. She began to sit up, saying, "But don't take too long thinking, because all the signs are there that our folks are falling for each other and falling hard. Somehow, I don't think they're going to wait for all their kids to decide how they feel." She glanced up and saw that night had fallen while they'd been loving and talking on the bed. "Shit, Steph, I think I've used up the time they allowed me. You think we'd better get downstairs and chaperone our folks? Who knows what they've gotten up to since you came upstairs," she mused with a significant look.
"Oh, God! Do you think- do you think they'd actually-?" Stephanie blurted as she scrambled to her feet and began to frantically gather her clothing from the floor.
"Fuck? No, probably not," Melissa answered, a little wistfully. "They've been way too responsible for that, at least so far. But I really would like to see it," she added in a husky voice.
"Holy shit! The thought of them together really does turn you on, doesn't it?" Stephanie giggled.
"Yeah, call me a pervert or whatever, but it really does," Melissa admitted with a tight smile. "And I think maybe it will for you, too, once you let it sink in a little more. They really are two very sexy people, you know."
"Yeah, I know," Stephanie admitted as she tugged on a minimal amount of clothing to be decent. "And yeah, I think the idea is starting to grow on me, too," she added, a bit self-consciously.
"I knew that it would," Melissa beamed, "That's why I love you so much. Of course," she added as she opted simply to pull on her top and pants, rolling her underwear up and stuffing them into her purse, "You're not the only one who needs to be brought around to the idea." She glanced at her young friend who raised her eyebrows at the lack of underwear but chose to say nothing. "I was telling my mom that I honestly don't think Brad will have any problem with it as long as he gets to fuck my mom, too. But Keith might have more of an issue. That's Mom's problem to deal with," she shrugged. "Shall we see what our parents are up to?"
"Yeah, but let's tiptoe," Stephanie giggled. "I wanna' see what they're doing."
"That's my girl," Melissa nodded approvingly.
Despite their best efforts at stealth, just before the two sneaking girls reached the living room, a floorboard creaked and there was a sudden sound of shifting bodies. As they turned the corner they could only catch a quick view of what seemed to be Melissa's mother hastily moving her hand away from John's leg. Or maybe somewhere more intimate? Melissa would have loved to know and silently promised her mother a thorough interrogation on the way home.
"Hi, there you are," Margaret said with obviously forced heartiness as the two girls entered the room. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was quite mussed. Clearly she and Stephanie had interrupted something.
"Hi, Mom, hi, John," Melissa greeted the adults and Stephanie did likewise. "Sorry we took so long. We, uh, had a lot to talk about," Melissa apologized.
"Well, it sounded like quite the conversation," John noted with a droll expression. "I take it both my children are well cared for and happy?"
"Daddy!" Stephanie blurted, "That's a really rude thing to say! Even if it is true," she added with a defiant jut of her chin.
"Uh, yeah, I believe it is true," Melissa chimed in, equally determined not to be cowed by John's teasing. "You both did basically give me permission to do just what I did, you know," she pointed out.
John threw up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, you're right. And I know when I'm outnumbered."
Melissa's mother had such a studiously blank expression that Melissa knew the woman was trying desperately not to laugh. "It's okay, Mom," her daughter told her, "Go ahead and laugh. I guess it was kind of funny."
Her mother obligingly let loose a deep belly laugh. "Oh, my love, what am I going to do about you? It seems I can't take you out in company anymore!" She seemed to find that uproariously funny and broke out into a fresh round of giggles.
Melissa felt her ears burn, but just said, "I understand I was a bit loud. I'm sorry about that."
"Oh, don't be sorry, and you weren't the only one we could hear," John said with an avuncular chuckle, "It was very nice, actually. Hearing people you care about being happy is actually a beautiful thing."
Melissa's mother flashed John such an adoring look that she and Stephanie both looked at each other and had to bite their lips.
"So, um, did you have a nice talk despite my, um, distractions?" Melissa bravely tried to turn the conversation.
"We did, actually," Margaret replied. "I think we have all the details worked out for this coming week, and all the information John needs to take care of you, er, watch over you- well, you know what I mean," she stammered, sounding flustered. She appeared to gather herself together and turned to John saying, "Well, now that my daughter has seen fit to grace us with her presence, we'd better say goodbye. I really enjoyed talking with you," she smiled and rose to her feet. Melissa was amused at the way her mother surreptitiously attempted to smooth down the front of her blouse, which looked as if it had been seriously mauled. "Shall we go, sweetie?" she said to Melissa, and then she turned to Stephanie and gazed at her just a beat or two too long before adding, "Stephanie, it's always so very nice to see you. I'm so glad you and Melissa have found each other."
Stephanie smiled and said, "Thank you. I am, too."
John and his daughter walked them to the door. There was a moment of awkward hesitation between John and Melissa's mother. Melissa shot a quick glance at Stephanie, who read her mind and nodded. "Oh, Mom, go ahead and kiss him goodnight. We know you both want to!" Melissa said loudly.
Melissa's mother's face colored, but she looked inquiringly at Stephanie. "Are you okay with that? Really?"
Stephanie nodded with a resigned smile, "Yep, I really am, Margaret."
Melissa's mother beamed at her and opened her arms wide. "Come here, my sweetie, and give me a hug!"
Melissa could scarcely breathe, knowing that her mother was basically daring Stephanie to repeat her behavior of the evening before. Stephanie had an evil grin on her face as she stepped forward into Margaret's arms, so Melissa knew her friend was really intending to meet the dare. Even though Margaret's back was to John so he couldn't see, Melissa had a perfect view of her lesbian lover nuzzling her face into Margaret's right breast. The woman and girl held the embrace for an uncomfortably long time, and when they parted, the entire area over the right breast of the older woman's blouse was darkened with saliva.
Melissa's mother patted Stephanie's back affectionately as they parted and she turned to John without the least bit of embarrassment. Melissa could see the man's eyes widen as they traveled down her front, but Margaret didn't give him any chance to comment, flinging her arms around his neck, and kissing him soundly and loudly. They held the kiss for an even longer time than her hug with Stephanie had been, and Melissa began to worry that this was going to push too hard on Stephanie's acceptance and she looked over at her friend and lover with an inquiring glance. But Stephanie simply stepped close and squeezed Melissa's hand, giving it a tight, reassuring squeeze.
"The really do look right together, you know," Stephanie whispered.
Melissa, seeing that their parents didn't seem to have any intention of breaking their kiss anytime soon, so she seized the opportunity to sweep Stephanie into her arms and kiss her lovingly as well.
"Wow," they heard John's voice say, "That was some goodnight! And," he said with a look at the two seventh-grade girls still in each other's arms, "It looks like this is the kissing room. Imagine when we hang up the mistletoe at Christmas!"
"Somehow, I doubt it will have any impact on the amount of kissing whatsoever," Melissa's mother said with a happy laugh. She glanced at the two girls one more time, then turned to John. "I guess this means we're an item now."
John gave her an affectionate smile. "I guess it does," he agreed. "Good night, again," he laughed.
"Yes, good night, John. We'll all see you Saturday morning, very bright and early – well, actually, dark and early," Margaret corrected herself. "Come on, sweetheart. I'm sure Keith is beside himself with worry by now."
Melissa managed to plant one last kiss on Stephanie's cheek before her mother chivvied her out the door and into the car.
As soon as they were seated and buckled in the car, Melissa looked at her mother. "Well, you two didn't waste any time! Good thing I'd been able to get Stephanie to start accepting it, huh? And what about waiting to talk to Keith? It doesn't seem like you waited to talk to him. Or did you?"
"No, no I didn't," her mother acknowledged with a grimace. Her expression sobered. "I know, sweetie, I really do. It's just that...whenever I get in that man's arms, it's like my brain just shuts off and all I can think of is how much I want him."
"Believe me, I understand," Melissa nodded. "He's quite the hunk."
"Well, no, he's not, really," Margaret mused. "I mean, he's strong, but he doesn't have bulging muscles; he's actually kind of skinny. But there's just something about him that completely melts my insides whenever I'm around him. I- I really didn't mean for it to go as far as it did, but believe me, it was all I could do to keep from going any farther. Especially," she added with a sidelong glance at her daughter, "When we could hear both of you coming and coming and it was making both of us so fucking turned on that we could hardly stand it. It seems like all my words about being discreet and exercising self-control fell on deaf ears. Don't!" she held up her hand to forestall any backtalk. "I'm really not giving you a hard time, sweetie. I'm no better than you when I get around that family."
"Yeah, no shit, Mom!" Melissa blurted. "I couldn't believe it when you basically dared Stephanie to suck your tit again, right in front of her father. One thing you need to understand about Stephanie, Mom – you can't ever dare her to do anything and expect her to back down."
"Oh, I understand that perfectly," her mother answered with a satisfied smile. "I think your sexy little lover and I understand each other quite well."
"Oh, my God! Then you did it knowing that she would do it again! But why?" Melissa was burning to know.
"Well, let's just say that last night, Stephanie made me an offer and had it witnessed by her father. This evening, I accepted that offer and made sure it was witnessed by both her father and by you. I don't know when it's going to happen – maybe not until the week after next when she's staying in our house. But we now both know that as soon as we get the chance, that little girl and I are going to fuck and fuck hard!"
"Wow," Melissa breathed, seeing her mother in a new light. Here was a woman who was confident and sexually aggressive with a daring, wild side that Melissa would have never suspected a week ago. She was disappointed to see they were already at their driveway.
"When we get inside, let me do the talking with Keith, okay?" her mother requested.
"Okay," Melissa nodded as she opened the car door, but then paused. "You said you didn't go as far as you could have. I'm dying to know, just how far did you go with John?"
"Hmm, I might say it's none of your business, you nosey-parker, but I'm too happy to care," her mother replied. "The minute Stephanie left to go upstairs – and remember, we'd all been listening to you and Brad, well, pleasuring each other, so we were both horny as hell – the minute Stephanie went upstairs, we just fell into each other's arms and started making out like teenagers. Except," she paused and raised an eyebrow, "It seems like teenagers just start fucking right off the bat these days. So I guess I mean like teenagers used to do when I was one. And our hands went pretty much everywhere. Nothing under the clothes, mind you, because we couldn't know when any of you kids might suddenly pop back downstairs, but he got to feel my boobs all he wanted and I got to squeeze that wonderful, enormous cock of his. Neither of us made each other come, drat the luck, but that might have been even harder to explain to either of his kids."
They had reached the side door of their house and Melissa's mother unlocked it. She paused on the stoop and turned to Melissa. "I don't know what it was you said to Stephanie to get her on our side, but thank you. Now, we'll talk about the rest later. Keith!" she called out, "We're home. Sorry we took so long!"
Keith sauntered into the kitchen without a stitch of clothing on but sporting a huge erection and an inquiring look. "Everything alright?" he wanted to know.
"Everything is just fine," their mother answered, shooting Melissa a cautionary look. She glanced down at her son's rigid cock and asked, "Did you start without us?"
"Just keeping it warm for you, Mom," he said with a leer.
"Why, how thoughtful of you, son," his mother answered sweetly, and I think I know just were to put it. Unfortunately, now right now," she added in a reluctant voice, "I've got to make some kind of dinner for us. Would you think I'm a horrible mother if I just made you sandwiches?"
"Mom, sandwiches will be fine," Melissa piped up before Keith could respond. "Why don't you let me make them? You just get out of those clothes and let Keith give you a nice fuck before dinner. I think you might need that right now, and you know I've been taken care of already."
"Why, Melissa! What a considerate thought," her mother exclaimed in delight. "Are you sure you don't mind?"
"I don't mind, Mom, really. And I can handle sandwiches no problem. Only..." she trailed off.
"What, sweetie? Out with it!" her mother commanded but with a smile to take the sting off.
"It would be really nice if you guys wouldn't mind doing it right here in the kitchen where I could hear and see you," she said timidly.
"That's my beautiful young pervert!" her mother crowed. "Of course we will!" she promised, starting to quickly yank her clothing off and dropping it on the floor. "Come on, son, sit yourself down. Momma needs all of that wonderful cock inside her!"
Keith grinned and hurried to pull out one of the kitchen chairs, considerately choosing the side of the table that would offer his sister the best view and sat down, slowly stroking the shaft of his iron-hard prick in preparation.
Their mother eased her now unclothed body astride his lap, saying coquettishly, "And how was your day, my love?"
He chuckled, "It was really nice. I had all these memories of this incredible sex with two gorgeous redheads to distract me whenever class was boring." He lifted the voluptuous woman up by her buttocks and set her down once more, deftly spearing her with his cock and plunging it deeply into her dripping cunt, making her gasp and her eyes momentarily roll up in her head.
"Oh, my," she breathed at last, "What a big cock you have, big, bad wolf!"
"All the better to fuck you with, my dear," he leered, catching the spirit of the game.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned as her son set a regular rhythm, thrusting firmly and smoothly upwards. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let her head loll, resting her forehead against his. "Baby, where'd you learn to fuck so good?" she whispered.
"Oh, I had a couple of really good teachers along the way," he said breezily. "Though I'm always ready to study some more."
"I think we can arrange that," his mother promised. "I've got something I want to try again with you tonight. I think it's something your young man might enjoy, too," she called out to Melissa.
"Yeah?" her daughter looked up from her sandwich-making. "What's that?" she asked with interest.
"Oh, I won't spoil the surprise for you," the woman answered impishly through her increasingly heavy breathing.
"Why'd you mention it then?" Melissa muttered to herself, mildly peeved. She looked back and stole another glance at her incestuously rutting family. She had to admit that they did make a pleasantly erotic sight together, her brother's tightly muscled body contrasting with their mother's soft abundance. Melissa felt stirrings in her crotch the more she watched, so she quickly resumed finishing the sandwiches so she wouldn't miss any more.
By the time the sandwiches, along with drinks and napkins, were on the table, their mother was beginning to moan softly. Melissa decided that continuing to wear clothes when everyone else was stark naked was more than superfluous, it was ridiculous, so she quickly shed them and soon stood in the kitchen as naked as the rest of her family.
Melissa was about to step over beside them, when she remembered the trick she'd done with Keith the evening before in the kitchen of shoving her fingers up his ass to help him come faster and harder. She couldn't repeat that tonight – Keith's butt was firmly down on the hard kitchen chair. But her mother's ass was a different story; it was just hanging out there in the open, practically inviting Melissa to do whatever she wanted to it. She quickly opened the cabinet above the stove and retrieved the bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a generous dose onto the fingers of her right hand, she quietly moved to stand beside and slightly beside her sweating, grunting parent.
"What are you doing, love?" her mother demanded when she opened her eyes momentarily and noticed her.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise," she said archly, and with that she pressed two oil-slick fingers against her mother's anus. They slid in with almost no resistance due to, Melissa suspected, the fact that her mother's ass still hadn't fully recovered from the fisting she'd received on Sunday. But regardless, the effect on her mother was electric. Her eyes flew open and she gasped loudly.
"Oh, my God, sweetie, do you really have your fingers in my ass?" she groaned and commenced panting very loudly.
"Yep, two of them," Melissa confirmed, proud that she'd been able to think of something new to please her mother.
"I- hoh! I think I can take one more. Oh, God, that feels good! I- shit! I don't think I can- unngghhh! Take your whole hand again, but- haaaggghh! One more finger, please! Ohhh, yes! Oh, fuck yes! That's perfect you wonderful, sexy bitch! God, I'm so glad- ungghhh! Unghhh! I raised two kids- oh, God! As kinky as I am! Oh, God! I love feeling you both- hunnggghhhh! Hoh! Hoh! Both inside me! Go ahead and fuck me, Melissa! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Fuck my ass! Can you feel Keith's cock? Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Can you feel it sliding in and out? Haaggghhh!"
"I can, Mom," Melissa confirmed. "It feels nice." She began to match the rhythm of her finger-fucking with that of her brother's plunging cock. She experimentally pressed – gently - against his intruding shaft through her mother's internal tissues.
Now it was Keith's turn to gasp. "Shit, sis, what was that? Did you do that? What did you do?
"I just pushed on your cock from inside Mom," Melissa explained. "Did you like it?"
"Yeah! It was – I can't even start to describe it," he enthused. "Do it again!"
"Mom, did it hurt you when I did that?" Melissa asked her rapidly panting mother.
"Ohhh! Fuck! No, baby! I- shit! I think I felt it- unggghhh! You know? Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Try it- hoh! Try it again!"
So Melissa pressed against her brother's cock as it plunged deeply into their mother's vagina, this time even more forcefully. After what the doctor had told her about rectal tissue tearing more easily, she really didn't want to injure her mother. But Keith gasped in pleasure as she did it, and their mother just panted, "Okay- felt- felt it that time. Ohhhhh! Didn't hurt! Oh, shit! It just feels- hoh! So God damned good- hunghhh! Hungghh! To have you both inside me! Haagghhhhh! Oh, my babies! It's starting! I can feel it! Ohhhhh, my God! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Both of you! Do it! Fill me up! Fuck me! Fuck meee! Oh, shit, I'm comemminggggggg! Fuck meeeeeeeeee!"
Keith and Melissa both shoved cock and fingers in and out of their mother's quivering orifices as fast as they could. Keith was panting heavily now and Melissa knew he'd be shooting into their mother very soon. With each thrust of his cock, Melissa would push back against the head of it through her mother's insides and Keith would gasp and grunt loudly. Suddenly, with a great rise of his hips, Keith plunged his cock as deeply into their mother's pulsing cunt and began to shoot jet after jet of ejaculate into her. To Melissa's amazement, with her fingers pressed against the head of her brother's cock buried deep inside their mother, she could actually feel each individual spurt as it erupted from his swollen cock head and slammed into the back wall of their mother's vagina. Melissa thought it was one of the most remarkable and intimate things she'd ever experienced, and she shook her head in amazement at the love and connection she'd suddenly discovered where she least expected it – in her own family.
As her mother's orgasmic pulsing subsided, Melissa slowly withdrew her fingers. Detecting an unpleasant reek from them, she quickly arose and stepped over to the sink to wash them thoroughly with soap before rejoining the rest of her family. Keith and his mother were locked in a tender, tongue-filled kiss that was so loving it made Melissa's heart melt. She stepped up beside them and embraced them both and they welcomed her by breaking off their kiss and kissing and suckling on her breasts and nipples she'd so conveniently placed for them. She loved the feeling, but when the familiar tingles started up again in her pussy, she knew she had to stop then or no one would get anything to eat, and she told them so. The other two laughed and reluctantly agreed.
After they'd wolfed down their meal, Melissa's mother turned to Keith and said," Honey, I have something very important to tell you and ask you." Keith looked at his mother, alarmed, and she quickly tried to reassure him, "No, love, it's nothing bad. At least I hope you won't think it's bad. You remember John Muller, right? You met him when he dropped your sister back her on Saturday?"
Keith smiled sardonically. "Oh yeah, the man who got the first public viewing of your shaved pussy. Yeah, I sort of remember that."
"Oh, God, I'm never going to live that down, am I?" his mother sighed. "Yes, that John Muller."
Keith turned serious, "Okay, what about him?"
"Well, what would you think if I started dating him?" she asked tensely.
"Wow. Isn't that kind of fast? How long have you known him?" he wanted to know.
"Just a few days," the woman admitted, "But we've been spending enough time together since then that there's a real attraction between us, and we'd both like to start seeing more of each other and see where it leads. What do you think?"
"What do I think?" Keith asked, puzzled. "Why would my opinion matter? If you like him and want to go out with him, good for you," he nodded. "I thought it was way past time for you to finally get over the asshole leaving us."
"Well, I'm very glad to hear you say so," his mother smiled, "But in fact, your opinion does matter and matter very much. This is something that, if it progresses, could change our family completely. It would matter what you thought if you were just my son, but you're much, much more than that now. You're my lover now, too, and at this point the only man in my life. So if you feel this is going to take something away from you, say so and let's talk about it."
Keith pondered for a few seconds. "Okay, say you're dating a bit and you like each other enough to have sex with him. Would you be alright with that?" he asked with an intense gaze.
"Yes, son, I would," she answered truthfully. "I find him very attractive. For his mind and his kind heart, sure, but I'm not ashamed to admit he turns me on as well. So when we're ready for that step, how would you feel?"
He shrugged. "Depends, I guess. Would it mean that we'd have to stop doing what we're doing? I wouldn't like that."
"Absolutely not," their mother confirmed with visible feeling. "I wouldn't like that one bit either."
"But if things got really serious, how's he going to feel about a girlfriend who fucks her own son?" he asked with a frown. "Would we have to keep it a big secret and carry on behind his back? That doesn't really sound like a basis for a relationship."
"You've nailed the key problem right there, son," his mother nodded. "And believe me, it's one that's already caused me a lot of agonizing and questioning myself, so it's a completely fair question. And before last night, I would have been really worried, but the way I saw him staring at his own daughter's naked body – and getting hard doing it, I might add – I started to think that maybe there's a chance we could come to some accommodation and understanding if it comes to that."
"Shit," Keith cursed, surprised. "He was really doing that? And she was letting him?"
"She was doing a lot more than that," her mother said dramatically. "She was looking right back in a way that no man could resist."
"I told you Stephanie was more than just a shy little girl with a huge crush on you, Keith," Melissa broke in. "She's been woken up, sexually speaking, just as much as I have."
"And that's saying something," their mother laughed. "And I didn't realize that Stephanie had her eye on Keith, too," she added with a sidelong glance at her daughter. "That girl!" the older woman shook her head, "It seems like she's already made up her mind she's going to fuck our entire family sooner or later."
"Huh!" Keith exhaled in astonishment. "You, too?"
"Oh, yeah," his mother nodded, though a smile crept in at the corners of her mouth. "She made it very plain, both last night and again this evening that she wants me. And if you can believe it, she made no attempt to hide it from her father!"
"Jeez!" Keith marveled.
"See? You really do have something to look forward to next week," Melissa sniggered at her brother.
"Oh, Lord," their mother shook her head despairingly, "I can tell that letting you two spend a week there is playing right into your hands, isn't it. I would have begged you to at least be discreet, but after this afternoon, I guess that advice isn't really necessary, and wouldn't be heeded even if it was!" she said pointedly.
"What? What happened this afternoon?" Keith asked eagerly.
"Oh, John encouraged your sister to go spend some time with Brad as soon as we got to their place after the doctor appointment, and she took that as permission to go fuck him, which she did, and very, very loudly, too!"
"No shit?" Keith sounded impressed.
"And as if that wasn't enough, after a bit Stephanie went upstairs and your sister repeated the performance, only with two girls yelling and screaming even louder while they fucked!"
"Holy shit! What did their father do?" Keith was on the edge of his seat.
"That's just it – absolutely nothing," their mother said in a perplexed tone. "Unless you count sitting there growing a massive hard-on that just seemed to keep getting bigger by the minute."
To Melissa's astonishment, Keith colored instantly at that tidbit and he looked down but said nothing.
Their mother didn't seem to notice her son's discomfort and went on, "So anyway, based on the kinds of things I've been seeing, I believe that John Muller might actually be pretty cool when it comes to the whole sex-in-the-family thing, enough so that I'm willing to risk exploring a relationship with him. So, my question comes right back to you, Keith: What would you think if I started dating John, and what would you think if it turned into something more serious?"
"What does Melissa think of it?" he asked.
"Your sister is all for it, but I'm asking you," Margaret reiterated.
Keith looked thoughtful for a moment before answering, "Okay, then I think it's a good idea. It seems like it's something you really want and would make you happy, so that's good. And it sounds like you've really thought about what could happen and what could go wrong, so I can't ask for more than that. And as long as it still means that I – and we," he added with a quick smile at his sister, "Can keep on doing what we've started, then I don't have any problem with it. Just – good luck, Mom!" he added with a big smile at his mother.
"Thank you. Thank you so much, son," she beamed and, standing, walked over and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips. "I really do need both of your support in this." She turned to Melissa. "I suspect there may be things about Stephanie and her father that you haven't told me, and I'm actually okay with that," she added quickly to preempt the words she saw forming on her daughter's lips. "There are things about me and my life I'd prefer not be shared with anyone else either, even John – at least not yet. But you'd tell me if you thought I was about to do something foolish, wouldn't you?" she asked with a penetrating look.
"Mom, I've already told you I really, really want you and John to get together and that I think it's a wonderful idea," Melissa said seriously.
Her mother nodded, "Okay. That's good enough for me. Thank you both for your blessing, and I'll let you know how things go," she smiled.
"And all the juicy details, too, please," Melissa grinned impishly. "You know John turns me on as much as you."
"Hmmm," her mother asked with droll expression, "Do you mean John turns you on as much as he turns me on, or as much as I turn you on?"
"Uh, yes?" Melissa laughed, "Both!"
"Fair enough," her mother grinned. "Okay, my loves, I hate to be the one to break into our very-appreciated discussion with ordinary life, but I believe you two must have homework you need to get to, and I have to seriously start packing for my trip. So let's all get to that, but please go as quick as you can – I'm sure I'm as ready for another Randall Family Fuck as you are!"
The two young people laughed and rose to attend to their tasks.
Nearly three hours later with homework done and fresh sheets on their mother's bed, both children had gathered in her bedroom to await whatever their mother had in mind.
"So here's what I'd like to try tonight," their mother began, "And it's fine if you have different ideas because I'm always willing to try whatever you'd like. I thought Keith might enjoy a good tit-fuck tonight. We've done it once before and he liked it, but I also thought it might be something Brad would enjoy, too. So I thought maybe a little demonstration might be in order."
"Sounds interesting," Melissa said with obvious interest. "What is it?"
"Pretty much like it sounds," the older woman explained. "Keith oils my boobs up, I squeeze them together, and he fucks the slippery crack between them. I think it will feel good to you when you try it with Brad, and it has the added benefit that you get to watch him shoot his come, and he gets the thrill of watching it land on your face. And I know Keith likes that!" she shot her son a knowing look.
"Definitely," Keith agreed, grinning broadly. His enthusiasm for the idea was further made evident by the fact that his cock had instantly begun to swell.
"So that's the idea that I thought Brad might like, too, sweetie," their mother said to Melissa, "He seems to appreciate your big bazooms," she laughed.
"Oh, yes, he sure does," Melissa snorted, "And I think you're right. I can't wait to try it with him tomorrow."
"Yes, well, I'm sure you'll both enjoy it," her mother smiled. "And if you would be so kind, I really could use your lips on my clit, but also, would you mind shoving my big, black friend into me while you lick me?"
"Sure, Mom," Melissa laughed knowingly, "Figure you need to start getting used to having something that big inside you regularly, huh?"
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," her mother sniffed, but her blush and happy grin belied her true feelings.
"What does that me- ohhh!" Keith grinned as he grasped just what the two females were talking about. "John really is pretty big," he noted with an odd glint in his eye. "Have you actually thought about that?"
"Ha! I'll bet she can't stop thinking about it, Keith!" Melissa crowed tauntingly.
"I'm not going to dignify that with a comment," their mother said haughtily but with a happy twinkle in her eye. "And I think I can demonstrate that The Amazing Mr. Muller and his Gigantic Whang aren't going to be a problem shortly. Sweetie, would you mind fetching the oil and that particular dildo from my nightstand?" she directed her daughter as she lay down on the bed and gestured her son to position himself atop her.
"Since we're using toys tonight, you mind if I grab a couple for myself?" the nude twelve-year-old asked saucily.
"Oh, by all means, be my guest," her mother chuckled throatily. "I always want my children to be happy!"
Melissa retrieved the requested oil and black dildo, grabbing a small vibrator as well as the large, plug-in vibrator with the large rubber head for herself. She plugged that one in and stretched the cord out to the lower end of the bed and dropped it along with the smaller vibrator and the large black one there and then went to hand her mother the oil.
"Oh, you can put it on me, sweetie, as well as your brother," her mother said under lowered eyes.
"Yes, mistress. May I also peel you a grape?" the girl asked with mock submissiveness.
"Finally, the respect I deserve," her mother countered with a smirk, and then sighed with pleasure as she felt her daughter's fingers begin to squeeze her large, soft breasts and knead the slippery oil into the flesh. "Ohhh, my love, I don't know what it is about your touch, but you have such tantalizing fingers," she moaned softly. She gasped as her daughter playfully tweaked the older woman's nipples, which immediately began to stiffen with arousal.
Then it was Keith's turn to groan and gasp with pleasure as Melissa replenished the oil on her hands and began to slather it over his already swelling prick, sliding each hand down the shaft in turn as she slowly jerked him off.
"Fuck!" Keith swore, "That feels amazing. I think that would actually make me come really fast if you kept that up for long," he said, already starting to breathe harder.
"Hey, none of that!" their mother protested, "You can try that trick with each other some other time. Right now, this boy's come is mine!" she announced loudly. "Since he's plenty slippery now, why don't you get busy between my legs, hmmm, sweetie?" she addressed her daughter.
"Yes, mistress," Melissa intoned solemnly, "I hear and obey," earning a derisive snort from her mother.
The plump girl willingly crawled onto the bed between her mother's legs on her belly, though, and began to oil up the small vibrator as well as her own butt hole with her fingers. She groaned aloud with the erotic sensation as she firmly slid the buzzing tool into her rectum, holding it in position until she was sure it would stay there. She then worked the head of the large, corded vibrator down into her pussy so the head was firmly pressed against her clit.
As Melissa flicked the switch of the large vibrator, an electric-like jolt of pure lascivious pleasure shot through her. "Ohhhh, God!" she gasped, "Holy- hoh, shit!"
"You okay down there?" her mother asked in a concerned tone.
"Oh, yeah," her daughter responded rather shakily. "I just turned on that big vibrator right on my clit, and it's a little intense. Ohhhh, my God! This is going to be one wild ride, I think."
Her mother gave a deep chuckle, clearly aroused by her daughter's lewd dilemma. "Yeah, and you've used that one before so you ought to have known better. As long as you can still take care of me, you're free to leave it on and drive yourself crazy," she snorted.
"I'll- I'll try, Mom," Melissa replied through gritted teeth. Realizing that she might be overwhelmed by an orgasm quickly, she hurriedly coated the large black dildo with a generous portion of oil, spreading over the surface with her hand before asking, "You- ungghhh! Shit! You want the big guy in your ass or your cunt, Mom? Oh, fuck!"
"Cunt, please," her mother replied, sounding like she was trying not to laugh.
Over the low buzzing of the two vibrators she could hear the wet, slimy sound of Keith's cock slithering between their mother's tits, accompanied by a slapping sound has his pelvis slammed into the pendulous mounds of flesh. She wished she could see what it looked like, but realized she'd have to content herself with the view of Brad's cock doing the same thing the next day.
That thought was almost Melissa's undoing because she felt a hot surge of lust-filled excitement course through her instantly. She shifted her hips slightly to lessen the pressure of the vibrator against her clit, which managed to stave off an imminent climax, allowing her to focus on pushing the lubricated dildo slowly into her mother's waiting vagina. She could hear the rhythm of her mother's panting change as she gradually worked the head of it past the opening, and then a huge, satisfied sigh as the head passed through and the remainder of the shaft smoothly followed, burying itself amazingly deeply into the older woman's cunt. Melissa still marveled at her mother's capacity despite the memory of having buried her own arm nearly up to the elbow in there two nights earlier.
"Ohhh, yesss, baby!" she heard her mother cry excitedly, "Damn that feels so good! Take a good look, son," she challenged Keith, "Take a look, and then still try to tell me I can't handle John Muller!"
Melissa saw her brother swivel his head and she obligingly pulled her head to the side and tapped on the outer end of the dildo where it was pressed against their mother's labia, clearly demonstrating that it was completely inside her. Keith's eyebrows raised appreciatively and a speculative look crossed his face. He turned back around and said, "I apologize, Mom. You're an example to us all."
Melissa frowned, wondering what he might have meant by that odd wording, but she didn't dwell on it long because the tantalizing vibrations in her ass and against her clit were demanding to be recognized. She leaned forward and covered her mother's clean-shaven pubis with her mouth, sought and found the woman's large, erect clit and started suckling it greedily, eliciting cries of pleasure from her mother's lips. As she continued to lick and suck at her parent's clit, she grasped the end of the dildo submerged inside her mother – with some difficulty due to her slick fingers – and slowly pulled it partway out, only to plunge it back inside fully. She repeated the action several more times, with each thrust forcing an increase in the volume and intensity of her mother's pre-orgasmic stream of verbal filth and moans.
"Ohhhh, my God! Yes, baby! Oh, God, yes, do that! Shit! Fuck! I love being filled up- Hunngghh! Hunggghhh! Filled up like this! Oh, shit, yes! Suck me! Suck my clit! Fuck, that's good! Haaggghhh! Oh, God! Oh, God! I can feel it! Oh, shit! Yes, fuck me, baby! Fuck me with your big, black cock! Aaagggghhh! Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh, God! I'm- oh shit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit-shit-shit-shit-shitshitshitshitshitshit...aaaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh!" Melissa's mother finished with a strangled cry and Melissa could feel the telltale rhythmic throbbing in the woman's clit that marked her coming.
Melissa decided this was her cue to take care of herself, too, and shifted her pussy to bring the large, rubber head of the big vibrator back into complete contact with her clit. Even though she knew what to expect this time, the intensity and sudden leap in her level of sexual arousal was as amazing as it was profound, and the continued vibration from her asshole coupled with the pleasant full feeling only served to further deepen the sensation.
In an astonishingly short period of time, the plump twelve-year-old was feeling the onset of a climax that bore down on her inexorably and within a few seconds more she was shuddering and writhing in its grip, trying desperately to keep her lips secured around her mother's clit despite the fact that everything in her world seemed to suddenly shrink down to those wonderful, tormenting vibrations in her ass and her own throbbing clitoris. She moaned and whimpered and frantically tried to keep sucking in air through her nose while her body threatened to dislodge her oral death-grip around her mother's cunt with each spasmodic jerk.
Melissa could feel herself starting to lose complete control; she already knew there was no way she could prevent her bladder from emptying and she made to attempt to suppress it. Shortly she could feel a long jet of it being expelled with considerable force down towards the foot of the bed, splashing against her lower legs and even her feet. The pulsing and buzzing of the twin vibrators kept up their unrelenting assault on her tender young cunt and ass, driving her deeper and deeper into an orgasmic haze. No sooner than one climax would subside but another one rose up in its place, tearing through her body, and shredding her mind. She no longer knew nor cared about anything except her duty to suck her mother's clit and fuck her cunt with the dildo; everything else faded into one, protracted tsunami of coming, over and over.
She ground her cunt into the large vibrator against her clit hysterically and reached back behind herself to push the vibrator in her butt even more deeply into herself. She felt an odd sensation and wondered dimly why she couldn't seem to push it into herself any longer, but its vibrations continued unabated. She felt one great, shattering climax that completely wrenched her body and left her flailing helplessly with her arms and pounding her feet onto the bed. And then darkness swallowed her and she didn't know anything at all.
"Sweetie? Sweetie, wake up," Melissa heard her mother's voice as if it were coming from a long distance away. She struggled to open her eyes, but they seemed unwilling to respond to her commands. She tried to tell her mother that she couldn't see, but all that emerged from her lips was a feeble croaking. "I think maybe she's coming around again," she heard her mother's voice once more, and this time it was a bit clearer. "Sweetie? Melissa! Come on, love, I need you to come back to us," her mother said more sharply.
Melissa tried once more to force her eyes open and finally succeeded, though she had to blink rapidly against the sudden onslaught of light. "Wh- wha' happn'd? Where'm'I?"
"Oh, thank God!" she heard her mother exhale in relief. "Here she comes, Keith. Baby, can you hear me?"
Melissa struggled to focus her eyes and finally her mother's face floated into her field of vision, her brother's face beside it, and both wearing expressions of mixed worry and relief. "Uh-huh," the girl mumbled groggily. "Sleepy..." she muttered and tried the shut her eyes again.
"I know, I know, my baby," her mother's voice soothed her, "And normally when you come like that and pass out I would have just let you sleep, but I need your help now," she insisted.
"Wha-? What help?" Melissa croaked. "I came? I did! I came so much..."
"Yes you did, baby," her mother said tenderly, "But I need you to focus here, okay? You pushed the vibrator all the way inside your butt and it's still running. I'm afraid I'd hurt you if I tried digging it out while you were asleep. Do you understand me, baby?"
Melissa nodded. "So tha's wha' I feel. Feels funny," she giggled weakly.
"Yeah, I'll bet it does," her mother said dryly. "But you're the only one who can get it out, and it would not be good for you at all to leave it in there all night, okay?"
"Ho-okay," Melissa groaned, struggling against the desperate need to sleep. "Wha- whajuwant me t' do?"
"Just push it out, sweetie," her mother coached, "Push it out just like you're taking a shit."
"It'll make a mess," the girl warned muzzily.
"It's okay, love, we'll take care of everything," her mother assured her. "Now try really hard, okay? Push it back out and then you can go to sleep, I promise."
"Promise?" the woozy girl asked.
"Yes, sweetie," her mother said, beginning to sound more impatient. "Come on, Melissa. Push, please. Just like it's a big turd and you're on the toilet, okay?"
Melissa squeezed her eyes shut and strained her entire abdomen in her attempt to expel the wayward sex toy. At first, nothing happened at all, and then the blunt end met the resistance of her anal sphincter. It began to hurt and Melissa said so.
"I know, love," her mother encouraged, "Just keep pushing and it will all be over and you can go to sleep. Come on, Melissa, try real hard for me, okay?"
"Okay," she mumbled irritably, but she bore down even harder. Suddenly there was a sharp pain, followed by a sudden release. "Ow! Oh!" the girl exclaimed as the offending implement slid easily the remainder of the way out of her bung with an audible plopping sound.
"That's my girl," her mother congratulated her. The immediate lack of noise and vibration seemed almost deafening, paradoxically. "Keith," Melissa heard her mother address her brother, "Would you please be a love and take all these into the bathroom and wash them well with soap and water? I want to stay here with your sister."
"Of course, Mom," Keith answered softly. "I'll be right back."
"Okay, my little sex fiend," Melissa's mother said affectionately, "Let's get you up on a pillow and settled into bed, okay?"
"Okay," she agreed. She was feeling marginally more alert now. "I pissed again. A lot, I think," Melissa said apologetically.
"Yes, you sure did, sweetheart," her mother smiled, "But nothing that can't be washed. And that's just what we have to expect when you and I come really hard – and you and I both came really hard, though mine wasn't quite as hard as yours," she laughed indulgently. "But I peed, too. I think maybe you were already passed out when I did, but your hair and face are all soaked with it."
Melissa experimentally licked her lips and as far out her cheeks and chin as she could reach. "Uh-huh, you did," she smiled. "I like it when you pee on me."
"I know, my beautiful, sexy girl," her mother whispered softly, "It's one of the most special things about you."
"Did- did Keith come on your tits like you wanted?" Melissa asked.
"Well, he came between my tits and onto my face," her mother replied with a short giggle, "And Keith was very nice and licked it all up afterward and shared it with me." Her face darkened, "We knew you were being very quiet and I figured you might have blacked out like you sometimes do, but it was only when we turned you over to try to get you into bed that we realized the funny noise we kept hearing was that damned vibrator shoved up your ass! Both Keith and I tried to get it out with our fingers, but every time we tried, we just ended up pushing it farther in."
"God, I'm so sorry, Mom," Melissa said, sounding wretched. "I guess I really messed up your lovemaking, huh?"
"Pish," her mother said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Our lovemaking was all done already, and everything ended well. Oh, thank you so much, Keith. Just put all those her in the nightstand drawer, would you?" she said to Melissa's brother as he returned to the bedroom with his load of sparkling clean sex toys. "Don't worry a thing about it," she returned to addressing Melissa. "You just get some sleep now. Someday, we'll all look back on it and laugh. It'll be a good story to tell our children!" she snorted.
"Mom!" Melissa exclaimed, shocked. "You're joking, right? You'd tell children about stuff like this?"
Her mother gave her a speculative look. "Well, I had been joking, but with this family, who can tell? I can actually see us having children with whom we're so open about sex that telling stories like that would be no problem." She faced both her children whose expressions remained dubious. "Let me ask you this – do either of you believe your life was improved one bit by not knowing anything about sex until last weekend?"
It was Keith who answered first, "You know, when you put it that way, I'd have to say no, no it didn't help." He gave his mother a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows. "And I have to say it really would have been nice for us all to have been doing this together for a much longer time than we have."
"Amen to that," Melissa agreed wanly, and then gave a great yawn.
"And there it is," her mother said fondly, "Our cue for lights out. Thanks once more for a wonderful time. I love fucking both of you so much! Same rules as last night – pee on each other when we have to go. Keith, please get the light."
Melissa was asleep, completely drained by her sexual exertions, almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. She was vaguely aware sometime during the night of her mother throwing her leg over her belly and releasing a long stream of warm liquid that ran down her sides and into her pussy, a sensation that she found comforting and loving.