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"There she is," Melissa heard John's voice say close to her ear as her eyelids fluttered open. She blinked groggily as she tried to recall where she was and why. It was a few moments before her head cleared enough for her to remember that she was in Brad's room and the astounding orgy she and the rest of the household had just experienced. As soon as she did, a happy glow spread over her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head and she grinned somewhat abashedly.
"Sorry, guys," Melissa murmured, struggling into a semi-seated position on the bed and looking around. John, Stephanie, and Keith were all kneeling beside her as she lay in the bed. Since the last thing she could remember she'd been atop Brad and going out of her mind coming, the others had obviously laid her out flat on the bed to allow her time to recover. Brad was standing behind the others, gazing at her with a look that was part concern, part utter adoration, and he was mopping his face and hair with a towel. "Oh, shit, yeah, sorry Brad," Melissa grimaced. "I know I pissed all over you. Again."
Brad grinned, "As long as you're okay, my love, I really don't mind it when you pee on me. You don't taste bad and I really love knowing I made you come that hard."
"Thanks, baby," the redhead smiled back tenderly. "And how are you doing now? Still feeling okay about everything we just did?"
"Oh, definitely," Brad nodded vigorously, smiling. "That was really something, though, wasn't it? If you'd told me this morning about everything I would have done by this evening, I sure as Hell wouldn't have believed you. But yeah, I'm really glad it all happened. It makes me feel, I don't know, so much closer to all of you, you know?"
"Yeah, we know," his sister assured him with an approving look before frowning. "But how's your butthole, brother dear?" genuine concern tinging her voice.
Brad winced, "I'm not gonna lie, it's pretty damn sore right now. I'll just have to see how it goes. How's everyone else?" he asked, looking at Keith and his father.
"Still completely amazed and filled with more love and joy than I ever thought possible," his father answered. "Being able to make love to both my children at the same time is one of the most moving, profound things that has ever happened to me," he declared, his eyes glistening with incipient tears. "How about you, Keith? Was this everything you dreamed about?"
"Way more!" the blond teen said emphatically, grinning hugely. "And I really can't believe how great you turned out to be with all this," he gave Brad an admiring look. "I've been fantasizing about you since I first got here, and the way you've been so cool about everything...and I mean everything!" he stressed, waggling his eyebrows suggestively and the younger boy which elicited a chuckle from him, "Well, you turned out to be even hotter and sexier than I could have ever imagined. I can't wait for the next time!"
"Yep that'll be nice," Brad allowed with a self-conscious smile. "Though maybe let's wait a couple of days before we try fucking again, okay?"
"Sure, no worries," Keith assured him easily, though Melissa detected a fleeting look of disappointment on her brother's face. Clearly, Keith felt like he had found a new toy he wanted to play with.
Trying to forestall any hurt feelings, Melissa quickly announced, "God! I'm starving! How long until dinner, John?"
John laughed, not oblivious to the undercurrents passing through the room. "Fortunately, no time at all," he assured Melissa. "There's a couple of pizzas waiting for us in the kitchen whenever you're ready."
"Yay!" all four youths shouted in unison, and there was a quick scramble to their feet on everyone's part.
Melissa glanced down at the urine-soaked pillow on the bed and, remembering her commitment to John from earlier, stripped off the pillowcase, and unzipped the pillow liner for good measure. Inspecting the sheets underneath, she sighed resignedly as she pulled them off as well, trudging in the nude down the stairs after the others with her armload of wet bed linens.
"I'll be right there after I get these in the washing machine," she announced as she entered the kitchen and tugged open the folding doors that divided the laundry area from the rest of the kitchen. "Anybody else have whites they need washed?"
"Why thank you for remembering, Melissa," John praised her, "I'm very pleased. Okay, kids, you heard her- Melissa is running a load of whites right now so before you all get covered in pizza sauce, scoot back upstairs and grab whatever needs to go in. Keith, do you have anything as well?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," he answered rising to his feet and began to follow Brad and Stephanie back upstairs.
Melissa called after him, "Can you ask Steph to grab any of my clothes that need it, too? I don't think there'll be much. We, uh, we haven't been wearing much clothes since we got here," she giggled.
"You've got that right," Keith shouted back, sounding amused. "And sure, I'll ask her."
Once they were alone in the kitchen, John looked at Melissa with a smile, allowing his eyes to shamelessly rove up and down her lush, pubescent body as he set plates, silverware, and drinks out on the table beside the pizza. "I'll tell Keith the same thing," he said at last in an earnest tone, "But I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am for he part you played in helping bring this all about. Incredible! This really was the best day of my life!" he said with feeling.
"Really?" Melissa challenged, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Better than the day you married your wife? Better than the days your kids were born? Better than the day you made love to Stephanie for the first time?" she asked pointedly.
"Okay, okay," John laughed gently, "Maybe not better than those days, though definitely equal to them. As well as the day I first made love to you, and the day I first made love to your brother," he added with feeling. "But it was absolutely the best orgy I've ever been to!" he insisted, his eyes gleaming with remembered lust.
"Okay, then, definitely that!" Melissa had to agree with a chuckle. She almost blurted out that he should wait until he got to have an orgy with all of them including her mother, but managed to stifle the impulse in time. Plenty of opportunity for that once everyone was back in town together.
Her reverie was interrupted by the other young people returning to the kitchen, each carrying what was, in retrospect a pathetically small amount of laundry. "You weren't kidding about us not wearing much clothes lately," Keith snorted as he dropped off his cross-country practice shirt.
"Well, I guess what we save on washing clothes we make up for in washing sheets," John observed drily. "Seems like a worthwhile tradeoff to me," an opinion to which everyone laughingly agreed, and they all sat down and dove into the pizza.
After a long period where no one spoke as they assuaged their hunger and thirst, John spoke up. "I do have some bad news, kids," he began, and everyone looked at him apprehensively. "No, nothing tragic," he assured them. "However, since we had our daily orgy already, you guys will have to focus on homework and piano practice until bedtime. Everyone understand?" he asked.
"But at bedtime?" Stephanie prompted with an impish grin.
"At bedtime, it will be time for sleep," her father insisted. "Tomorrow is a school and work day, and we can't get ourselves run down and even make ourselves sick, no matter how exciting our new sex lives have become. Of course," he added with a thoughtful expression, "If you guys finished everything up before bedtime, there might be time for one last, goodnight fuck. In case that provides any incentive not to dawdle," he noted with a twinkle in his eye.
"Oh, heck yeah!" Stephanie grinned and looked at her brother. "You want piano or homework first?"
"Your pick, sis. I'm fine either way," Brad answered agreeably.
"Bye, guys," Stephanie announced hastily, pushing herself away from the table. "I'm off to practice the piano."
Keith and Brad scrambled to their feet almost as fast and practically pounded up the stairs to their room. The sound of piano scales floated in from the front room. At that moment, the kitchen telephone rang. "Mom," Melissa predicted.
Her notion was confirmed by the big grin that crossed John's face as soon as he answered and heard Margaret's voice. Melissa smiled to herself.
"Well, hi there," John said into the phone. "It's really great to hear your voice, too. Yeah, no problems; everything is great here. How about you? The show going well? Oh? Well, that's great! I'm really proud of you. Yeah, they're fine. Most of them are already doing homework, but Melissa is still here helping to clean up after dinner. Yep, she sure is," he agreed whole-heartedly with whatever observation Melissa's mother had made. "You want to talk her? Okay, take care and work hard. I- I really miss you already," he admitted in a softer voice. "I know. I can't wait, either. Here's your mom," he said unnecessarily has he handed her the telephone handset.
"Hi, Mom," Melissa said, consciously trying to sound upbeat while her mind was whirling trying to figure just what and how much to share with her mother about the day's events. Certainly nothing involving John, she vowed.
"Hello, sweetheart," she heard her mother respond, though it was somewhat difficult to make out her voice because of a lot of loud voices in the background. "How are you? Are you behaving yourself?"
"I'm not doing anything you wouldn't do, Mom," Melissa answered dryly, refusing to let her mother bait her. "It's really noisy there. What's going on?"
"Yeah, sorry about that," her mother replied. "I'm at a big reception and I'm supposed to be making sure all our top managers meet all our key customers, so I can't stay on the phone long. And what did you mean by not doing anything I wouldn't do? That's not particularly reassuring, as you damned well know," the woman added in a tight voice.
"I just meant I'm being as discrete as I need to be, Mom," Melissa reassured her.
"Hmmmphh," Margaret snorted, "I suppose that will have to do. So, anything important happen today I should know about?"
"No, not really," Melissa temporized, then realized she did have something to say, "But I'm really glad you helped figure out what I should say if anyone said anything about my shaved pussy."
"Oh, really?" her mother asked, sounding keenly interested. "Did some of the other girls say something?"
"Not any of the girls, no," Melissa explained. "But Mrs. Braddock, the P.E. teacher, called me into her office at the end of the period and asked me about it."
"Oh, shit!" Margaret swore, "I didn't even think about that. What did you tell her?"
"Just what we'd talked about, that it was doctor's orders because of a rash. She was fine with that, then. She actually seemed most worried that I was going to start some kind of trend. As if!" Melissa snorted.
"Well, it does sound like you handled it very well. Wait," her mother paused suddenly. "Is John still there in the room with you while you're talking about this?"
"Yes, Mom, and he knows I shave my pussy. He's totally fine with it," Melissa assured her mother. "He's nodding his head yes."
"Oh, sweetie," her mother moaned, "That isn't exactly being discrete. What he must think of me now, helping my own daughter with a cover story for letting you shave your, um, yourself."
"Mom, it's cool, it really is," Melissa tried to explain. "He already knows you shave your pussy, too. And he already knows you're the kind of mother who lets her daughter have wild, crazy sex upstairs while she makes out with her boyfriend downstairs, so I really don't think a little think like knowing you let me shave my cunt is going to upset him. Here, ask him yourself. He'll tell you!" Melissa insisted.
"Ohhhh! Thanks a whole lot," Margaret moaned, mortified. "You not only had to remind him about that, um, exposure of mine all over again but then you have to add all that other stuff right where he can hear you. No, I've- I've got to go. I'm too embarrassed to talk to John right now."
"Oh, God, I'm really sorry, Mom!" Melissa blurted. "Don't go, please?"
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before, to her relief, Melissa heard her mother speak. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know you meant well. I really do have to go now, though. Give my love to everyone there, and I'll talk to you again tomorrow. Bye, sweetheart."
"Uh, bye," Melissa murmured, but the line had already gone dead.
"I'm really sorry about that, John," Melissa apologized. "I guess I kind of blew it, huh?"
"Maybe a little," John answered thoughtfully, "But you really need to try to see things from her perspective, too. Since it's clear that we are no longer a normal family where the normal rules apply, it's hard for both your mom and me to try to figure out how to establish any kind of relationship while all this other stuff is going on. We're just trying to feel our way into this- and wipe that smutty grin off your face, young lady," he admonished her, though his twinkling eyes belied the harsh tone in his voice. "We both want the other one to like us, yet all this other stuff with you kids is going on and we're trying to be careful and not put the other one in a difficult position. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah, yeah it does," Melissa nodded.
"And perhaps it would be better for any future conversations you hold with your mom, I excuse myself from the room and give you some privacy," John added thoughtfully.
"Well, maybe," Melissa nodded. "And maybe next time she calls, the rest of us should give you a little privacy to talk to your girlfriend, too," she suggested.
"Yes, maybe that would be nice," John smiled. "My girlfriend." He shook his head wonderingly. "It's been so long since I've had anyone called that, but that's really what she is, isn't she?" His goofy grin had spread over his face once more.
"Yeah, she really is," Melissa agreed, giving him a tender look. "And thanks for helping me understand all that. I should probably get going on my homework now, but I'll get the laundry started first," Melissa told John. "Uh, only I'm not sure where you keep the clean sheets. I need to make Keith's bed up again."
"I'll show you after you get the laundry started," John assured her with a smile. "You know how to work that washing machine?"
"Yeah, Brad showed me yesterday," she reminded him as she stuffed the sheets and small amount of additional clothing into the tub. "There," Melissa confirmed after another minute or so when she put in the detergent and started the machine. "All set."
"Okay, then upstairs we go," John affirmed. Knowing how much he liked to ogle her body, Melissa happily preceded John up the stairs, smiling in appreciation when she felt his hand give her ass a brief but tender caress. Once in the upstairs hall, he showed her where extra sheets and pillowcases were in the hall closet and, excusing themselves for the interruption of the diligently studying boys in Brad's room, helped her make up Keith's bed. The boys pretended to keep studying, but it seemed to Melissa the only thing being studied at that moment were her tits and ass and John's lengthy prick.
Once they were finished, John told Melissa at the top of the stairs, "Don't worry about finishing the laundry; I'll take care of it from here. You should just get started on your studying."
"Why, John," Melissa responded, batting her eyelashes in an exaggerated fashion at the older man, "People almost might suspect you were as eager to have us finish our homework before bedtime as we are."
"People might," John nodded noncommittally, but his eyes twinkled. "Study hard." And with that, he turned and went back downstairs. Melissa sighed and went to her and Stephanie's room to dig her homework out of her school knapsack.
Stephanie was deeply engrossed in mathematics problems sitting cross-legged on the bed when Melissa entered the room, looking up only long enough to blow her lover a kiss. Stephanie smiled tightly and Melissa pulled out her own homework, settling down at the desk. "You could have taken the desk, you know," Melissa observed as she spread out her textbooks and notepapers.
"I'm fine here," Stephanie smiled, "And I didn't want you to be any more inconvenienced than you had to be. Maybe we'll alternate nights?"
Melissa agreed and without another word, both girls plunged into their assignments.
It was 9:45 by the time Stephanie closed her last book and stretched. "Whew!" she noted, looking at the clock, "We still have time for another fuck!"
"Actually, about that," Melissa began in a serious tone, "Would you be okay if I spent the time with Brad? You and I had a really nice fuck earlier, and after that it was all of us together. I'm really proud of him and want to be sure he knows all of this is okay."
"Oh, my love, that is so sweet!" Stephanie cried, rising out of her chair, stepping over to the bed, and flinging her arms around her redheaded lover. "Of course I don't mind – I think that's a great idea. You want to sleep with him, too? I mean, actually sleep?" Stephanie clarified with a bit of a smirk.
"Oh, Steph, yes! That would be wonderful!" Melissa cried, kissing the slender girl tenderly for a very long moment. "Okay if I sleep with him in here, or do you want me to go to Brad's room?"
"Here's fine," the other girl grinned, a predatory look of anticipation crossing her face. "Gee, having both Keith and my dad all to myself. Whatever will I do?" she smirked.
"Well, it did seem like Keith was pretty eager to try fucking your dad's ass while your dad fucked you at the same time," Melissa suggested, pleased that her lover had taken no offense at her plan to spend time with Brad.
"He sure did, didn't he?" Stephanie grinned. "And I really want to see my dad getting fucked, too. Things we never suspected, eh?"
"True," Melissa nodded. "I wonder what other little secrets we still haven't uncovered."
"Plenty of time to find all of them out," Stephanie grinned, tossing her head seductively. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to let Daddy know I'm all ready for him. You want me to send Brad to you?"
"Thanks, my beautiful love!" Melissa called to Stephanie's back as she was already exiting the room. She rose from the desk and lay down on the bed that Stephanie had just vacated. "Tell me all about it tomorrow, right?"
"Right!" Stephanie agreed from down the hall.
It was several more minutes before Melissa heard a tentative knock on the jamb of the open door to Stephanie's bedroom. She looked up and saw Brad standing there, still completely nude and an expression on his face that looked simultaneously apprehensive and hopeful. "Steph said you wanted to see me?" he inquired.
Melissa beamed at him and his face instantly relaxed. "I want to do a whole lot more than see you, my love. Would you like to spend the night with me?"
"Uh, sure, I mean yeah, of course!" the boy smiled before frowning as if he feared some hidden catch. "What did you have in mind?"
"Nothing you won't enjoy, I hope," Melissa reassured him warmly. "I have in mind making total and awesome love to you and then sleeping in your arms all night and waking up in the morning to find you next to me. How does that sound to you?"
Brad swallowed hard and then grinned from ear to ear. "Oh, God, Melissa, that sounds incredible!" he enthused. He crossed the room to the bed, climbed on, and put his arms possessively around his plump, redheaded girlfriend. "So, um, what brought this on?" he asked, sounding genuinely interested.
"Well," Melissa explained as she put her own arms around him as well and firmly pulled him down so they were lying face to face on the bed, their arms and legs entwined with each other's, and their faces so intimately close that Melissa could breathe in Brad's exhalations. "First, I meant what I said earlier, my love. I fall more and more in love with you each day, but today was even more special. To see you take chances like that and try things you weren't at all sure you were going to like – and things that everything you've been taught up until now are wrong and disgusting – am I right?" she asked, her eyebrows raised inquisitively.
"Yeah, you're right about that," Brad nodded affirmatively before he cocked his head. "But you know, having sex with my sister was another thing everyone says is wrong and disgusting, and that turned out to be fantastic!"
"Oh, Brad," Melissa sighed, kissing him tenderly, "I'm so very sorry I ever underestimated you. Out of all of us, you've been actually the most mature, accepting, loving and, well, wisest. I love you so much, and I won't ever make that mistake again."
"I love you, too," he said softly as their lips parted. "Underestimated me? How do you mean?"
Melissa swallowed hard before continuing, "Okay, I'm going to just trust you completely and tell you everything. No more secrets between us, ever again."
"Okay, I like that," he answered, peering at her from under a slight frown. "Tell me what?"
"Okay, well I guess this goes back to when Keith and I first started having sex. I noticed right away some things that made me think he might be bi. I mean, the way he was interested in me, I knew he wasn't gay, but, well, the way he loved to have his ass finger-fucked while he came, and especially the way he really, really loved to taste and swallow his own come. So I kind of figured early on that he might, you know, like guys, too. But then on Saturday, the way he and your dad were, well, flirting with each other, I realized that your dad might be bi, too." Brad nodded thoughtfully.
"So anyway," Melissa went on, "I made up my mind to help Keith figure out who and what he was. That's why I kept putting the two of you in, um, situations where, you know, the two of you would touch each other, and even touch each other's cocks. You know, like how I sucked both of you at the same time-"
"So our cocks would touch!" Brad laughed. "I wondered what was going on at the time. And it seems like Keith was trying some things on his own, too, like when he started licking my ass and putting his fingers in it while you were sucking me when you, uh..."
"Had three cocks in three holes?" Melissa grinned before looking intrigued. "So you actually got what he was doing? I mean, I was really tickled that you didn't object or say anything ugly, but Keith and I couldn't tell if you were playing it cool or were totally oblivious. Ha!" she barked a sharp laugh. "I really should have known. That's what I mean about underestimating you, my love." Her gaze grew intent. "So you really could tell Keith was trying to get his hands all over you and his cock as close as he could, and you totally played it cool!"
Brad shrugged and answered in a too-casual voice, "Yeah, I guess. I was curious, you know. I wanted to see how far it would go. Guess I found out today, didn't I?" he chuckled with a wry expression.
"You sure did," Melissa agreed, her eyes gleaming. The discussion was beginning to get her very aroused. "So did you actually like what he was doing, or just tolerate it?"
"Well, I didn't actually dislike anything or I would have said so," Brad answered seriously. "There were some things, like Keith licking my ass, that I wasn't at all sure about in the beginning, but I discovered that if I just didn't think about the fact that it was a guy doing it and just concentrated on how it felt, I realized it actually felt pretty damn good after all. And some things – like when we fell asleep together your first night here, well, that was just really nice right from the beginning. In fact, that was when I first started thinking about, you know, letting Keith do whatever he wanted with me and seeing if I liked it or not."
Melissa shook her head wonderingly. "All the things all of us did to try to get you to change your mind and attitude about sex with guys, and you had already decided to try it. Brad, you were way ahead of all of us – as usual," Melissa acknowledged with heartfelt admiration, and kissed him soundly.
Their kiss quickly turned passionate, their tongues plunging eagerly in and out of each other's mouths and their lips grinding against each other. Melissa felt her need grow urgent and she firmly guided Brad's hand into her oozing cunt slit. "Touch me, my love," she pleaded. "We don't have to stop talking yet, but I need you so much."
"Oh, heck yeah!" Brad grinned as his fingers started to probe Melissa's slick cunt lips. Once he was contentedly finger-fucking her pussy and occasionally allowing his fingers to graze her rapidly enlarging clit, he asked pointedly, "What did you mean by `all of us'? Was the whole family trying to get me and Keith together?"
"Yes, my love, and not only Keith," Melissa confessed, trusting in the Brad she'd now come to know to hear and understand beyond the words, and plunged ahead with the full story. "Keith and your dad finally got together last night. Yes, they made love," she answered Brad's unspoken question, "And it seems like it was a pretty incredible experience for both of them. Keith knew I'd be cool with it, since I'd pretty much been trying to get the two of them hooked up all along, but they were both worried about how you and your sister were going to feel."
"I guess I can understand why they might be worried about me, since I hadn't let anyone really know I might be interested in trying things with guys," Brad pondered out loud with his head cocked to one side, "But why would they worry about Steph? I mean, everyone already knew she's bisexual just like you, right?"
"Right, my love," Melissa nodded, starting to pant as Brad's fingers continued to plow up and down her now-dripping pussy. "Ohhh, that feels so good, Brad. Every time you touch me it's better than the time before. Ohhh!" She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of lust from her mind long enough to complete her confession. "So they were worried about Stephanie because even though she had no problem at all sharing me with your dad – it turns her on like crazy, if you want to know," she editorialized and delightedly watched Brad's eyes grow wide at that juicy tidbit, "But we'd never talked about sharing her dad with another guy, even though I tried to tell her that her dad sure seemed like he was into Keith. So they were worried about her being jealous. Your dad said he was going to talk to her, but before he could, everything all came out in the open at breakfast. I could tell just by the way Keith was standing that your dad had fucked his ass, because, well, it was the same way I was standing after getting fisted and ass-fucked by your dad yesterday afternoon. Well, I was just so happy for Keith that I, well, I kind of just blurted it all out. But Keith was great. He didn't get embarrassed or tried to hide it – he just talked straight up to your sister until she got it, and she really did, too. I mean, you saw how she was this afternoon about Keith and your dad."
"So that left you," Melissa continued, before groaning, "Ohhh! Brad, I hope I can get through all this before you make me come, but if I can't, just go ahead and make me come and I promise I'll finish it afterwards. Ohhhh! Oh, God, Brad. When you touch me like that, you could make me do anything you want...anything at all!" she whispered breathlessly.
"Really? Does that mean we could fuck now and finish the story later?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes, I really think we'd better do that, my love, `cause I can't wait for you anymore!" Melissa gasped with a delighted smile and without waiting for any confirmation, rolled onto her back, and pulled Brad on top of her. She spread her plump thighs as widely as she could and reached down to firmly grasp her lover's now rock-hard erection, guiding it into her yearning cunt hole.
Brad needed no further encouragement and began plunging as deeply as he could into Melissa's quim-slickened vagina, his young balls slapping noisily against his girlfriend's flesh as he thrust himself into her. Melissa wrapped her legs around his back and dug her heels into his muscular ass cheeks, pulling him inside her at just the right rhythm she needed. Brad was a quick learner and allowed his very horny girlfriend to set the pace.
"Ohhhh! My baby, you feel so good inside me," Melissa groaned. "Hoh! Hoh! God! You were absolutely- hunngghh! Absolutely right, Brad! Hunnnggghhh! It was definitely time to fuck!"
"You feel so good to me, too, my love," Brad grunted, starting to perspire on his face and chest as he pounded into the twelve-year-old's cunt. "I love being inside you!"
"That- oh, God! That's good, lover!" Melissa gasped. "I've been- ohhhh! Been needing you all day! Haagghhhh! Oh, God, Brad! Yeah! Uh-huh! Fuck me hard, baby! Oh, shit! I can't- unnnghhhh! I can't believe it! Oh, God! You're going to make me come already! How do- unnnngghhhh! How do you do that? Are you going to come, Brad? Oh! Oh! Oh! Are you going to come in me and- haaaagghhhh! Fill me up?"
"Uh-huh," Brad gasped. "Almost- hugghh! Almost there!" He was now slamming his cock into Melissa at a frenzied, almost reckless pace, sweat dripping from his face and onto Melissa's heaving tits. He gazed down at her, the way her face was screwed up in the throes of passion, and something just gave way inside him. With an incoherent roar, he thrust himself as deeply into her cunt as he could and pressed his cock there as his climax tore through him. He squirted jet after jet of his thick come nearly directly into her womb as his body shuddered with each new orgasmic spasm.
For her part, Melissa was yowling at the top of her lungs as her own orgasm ripped into her. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! I can- Oh, God! I can feel it! Oh, God! Oh, God! I can feel you coming! Haagggghhh! I'm- oh, shit! Noooo! Oh, God! I'm coming all over again! Huhhnnnnggghh! Hoofff! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! I can't- Noo! Not again! Haaaagghhhhhhhhhhh!" and her voice was wrenched into an incoherent scream as the third successive climax in a row drowned her in a sea of shuddering, wrenching ecstasy. She writhed and clutched convulsively at the bedsheets as her body shuddered in the grip of the white-hot jolts shooting through her, one after the other. As the climax persisted, Melissa struggled to maintain consciousness, mentally pleading, `Don't pass out! Don't pee!' over and over.
To her relief, the twelve-year-old girl managed to remain awake and aware, possibly thanks to the fact that Brad had not kept plunging in and out of her and stimulating her even further. Rather, he held still with his spurting prick buried as deeply into her as possible. Within a few long moments more, she felt her vaginal spasms receding, along with the sensation of Brad's rhythmic ejaculations deep inside her. For several more seconds, neither of the pubescent lovers said anything, merely hold each other, gasping, as their heaving chests working furiously to recover their breath.
Brad spoke first, exhaling loudly, "Whoo! What was that?!!"
"That, my love," Melissa smiled as she answered between her ongoing panting, "Was two people who really, really needed and desired each other showing each other just how much."
"God! I can't argue with that. I do need you and I do desire you so much," Brad affirmed deeply. "Just watching you coming, it was, I don't know, it was like something just let go inside me. I came so hard! It felt like I was coming all the way inside you!"
"Oh, you did that, my amazing lover," Melissa purred. "If I wasn't on the pill, I kinda' think that would have gotten me pregnant, like, on the spot," she chuckled.
Brad's face took on a very odd expression. "What?" Melissa asked, intrigued. "Do you like the idea of getting me pregnant?"
"Well, yeah!" Brad answered as if it were obvious. "I love you and want to marry you and I really, really want to have babies with you."
"Babies! More than one?" Melissa asked, rather startled, though she smiled as she realized she was not nearly as shocked or disturbed by the idea as she might have been a few weeks before, especially since Keith had let her know that he really wanted to get her pregnant as well.
"Well, yeah, if you'll have them," Brad answered seriously. "You're so incredible and beautiful and sexy and just, well, I would love to help bring more of you into the world."
Melissa gulped as his heartfelt admission made her love for him swell near to bursting. Her only answer was to pull his lips down to hers and kiss him, tenderly at first and then passionately as their tongues freely plunged and writhed in each other's mouths. Finally she broke the kiss and looked deeply into her eighth-grade lover's eyes. "Brad Muller, that's one of the sweetest, most beautiful things you've ever said to me, and that's saying something. And if you still feel the same way when I'm old enough that my getting pregnant won't cause a whole bunch of problems we don't need and raise a lot of questions none of us want to answer, then yes, I would love to have your babies."
Brad grinned hugely and looked as if he was going to kiss her again when their tender moment was suddenly interrupted by the sounds of Stephanie's orgasmic screams, with a counterpoint of loud grunts from Keith and John filtering through the bedroom door they hadn't bothered to close.
Both of them burst out laughing. "Wow! Sounds like they're having fun," Brad commented when they had recovered. An odd look crossed his face. "You, uh, you want to go check them out?" he asked her.
"Not in the slightest, baby," Melissa assured him softly. "I'm glad they're enjoying themselves – and each other – but this is my time with you. And I love the way you feel lying on top of me, and especially the way you feel inside me. So no, I don't want to move a muscle. I'm sorry if that disappoints you," she added, chewing her lip in unconscious nervousness.
She was pleased to see the look of obvious relief sweep across his face. "Good," he murmured. "That's what I want, too." His look turned more penetrating. "So, before we, uh-"
"Had to stop talking and fuck each other like crazy?" Melissa suggested. "Oooh," she murmured in disappointment as Brad's now-flaccid prick slithered out of her come-soaked pussy. She just held him tightly to remind him that she still didn't want him to move.
"Yeah, that," Brad grinned before continuing more seriously, "Before that, you said that you talked to Stephanie and she was all cool with Dad and Keith being bisexual, but what? I was still a problem?" A look of comprehension crossed his face. "All that – getting me all turned on and then going off to have sex with my sister, and all those things you were saying in your room, and leaving me and Keith alone together...all that was all an act? A plot to make be turn bi?"
Melissa's heart jumped into her throat in alarm and she chose her words very carefully. "You're partly right, my love," smiling gently and holding up a hand to forestall the angry response she could see forming on his lips. "Yes, it was a plot by all of us to get you and Keith to get together and discover how much fun boys could have together, too. But none of it was an act, I swear, Brad. Yeah, we knew that Keith was going to fix it so you could hear what we were saying. But nothing I said there was at all untrue – I really have learned to love the taste of come, yours most of all. And the thought of seeing you guys all fucking and sucking each other's cocks definitely was a secret fantasy, though I have to say seeing the real thing was way, way hotter than my fantasy, and that takes some doing," she giggled. "And yes, teasing you unmercifully so you'd be incredibly turned on by the time we arranged for you and Keith to be alone together was all part of the plot, too. The idea was to let you and my brother try to figure out together if you liked doing stuff together, and then we would come in and, you know, catch you at it but then let you know we were totally okay with it and how much it turned us on and, well, you saw how it worked out, my love."
"Yeah, it did work out," he nodded with a frown, "But what I don't get is, if all you needed to do was talk to Stephanie, why did you think you couldn't just talk to me? I would have understood about Keith and Dad, you know?"
"Oh, my love, you're absolutely right, and I know that now," Melissa beseeched Brad earnestly, "But like we talked about, you hadn't shown the tiniest indication that you were really interested and not just being too polite to say anything about the things Keith was doing. So we didn't really know, my love. Plus," she gulped but plowed ahead, "Since I've promised you complete honesty and no more secrets, we all had reasons why we wanted you to do more than just be cool about Keith and your dad. We wanted you to actually try stuff, you know, bisexual stuff and we were really hoping you might like it. Stephanie wanted you to do it because, well, she's become a total sex freak and it really turned her on. Same as me, only, well, I'm kind of ashamed to have to admit this," she swallowed and looked pleadingly into Brad's eyes, "But there was this little part deep inside of me that was scared that if you weren't bisexual, too, even a little bit, that you'd never really accept me. I know, I know, you've been so incredible and so loving and so accepting of me that you don't really deserve me feeling that way, but there it is. But now that you've been so cool and brave and were willing to try it – and it seems like maybe you actually did like it – it's like I know for certain that we're truly alike and you understand me. Can you forgive me?" she begged.
Brad looked very thoughtful for a long couple of moments while Melissa held an agonized breath. Finally, he nodded and said with a small smile, "Yeah, yeah, that actually does make sense. And I do get why you'd see a difference between me saying I'm cool with it and actually doing it myself. So no, I don't forgive you-"
Melissa gasped, horror stricken.
"Because there's nothing to forgive, silly," Brad laughed and Melissa's world resumed turning. "Only," he went on impishly, "You explained why you and Stephanie wanted to see me having sex with a guy, but what about Keith? And Dad?"
"Oh, Brad, do you really not get it?" Melissa asked, a merry twinkle in her eye now that it seemed like Brad wasn't going to be mad at her for tricking him. "They wanted you for themselves, silly! They both think you're a really cute, totally hot and sexy guy – well, you are," she insisted at his skeptical look, "And they just really, really wanted to have sex with you. And I have to say something else," she added more seriously. "Your dad told me earlier that being able to make love to both his kids at the same time like that made today one of the best days of his life, right up there with the day he married your mom and the days you and Stephanie were born. So whatever else you might think of the experience, you should know that you made your dad very, very happy today."
"Wow," Brad breathed with a wondering shake of his head. "Th-thanks for telling me, Mel. That's really good to know. And yeah, I do kind of get why you all thought it would be better if I actually did, you know, have sex with guys. I mean, if you had just talked to me about trying stuff with Keith, I might have been willing – I think – to try. But there's no way I would have agreed beforehand to try anything with my dad. Like you guys seem to have noticed, once I get turned on enough, I, well, a lot of things I never would have considered suddenly don't sound so bad."
"Yeah, I may have noticed that," Melissa giggled softly. "And I love the way that you turn into as big a slut as the rest of us once you get all hot and horny."
"What? You think I'm a slut?" Brad protested, though the effect was countered by a smile. "I didn't know guys could be sluts."
"Uh-huh, I do think you're a slut...just like me. You love sex all the time and you're willing to try all sorts of sexy and adventurous stuff, especially when you're horny. Which is all the time, just like me," she answered, bestowing a short, sloppy kiss on his lips. "And besides, now that you've had a couple of guys cocks inside you, I think that makes you an honorary girl, don't you?" she asked impishly.
A look of comprehension crossed Brad's face. "So that's what you meant this morning when you told me Keith was an honorary girl," he nodded, his eyes gleaming. Melissa was fairly sure Brad liked the idea of being a girl and tucked that thought away for later.
"Yep, and now you are one, too, lover," Melissa told him happily before her face grew more serious. "So anyway, that's the whole story. I am sorry we felt like we had to kind of trick you, but I am so glad it all worked out and I'm really proud of you for being willing to try everything. And that fact that you seemed to actually like it and are willing to do it again, well, that just makes me totally wet thinking about it," she added in a voice decidedly huskier.
"Well, I do love turning you on," he smiled.
"Ya' know? I think I may have noticed that," Melissa giggled. "Seriously, though, I do promise I'll never do anything like that again; trick you, I mean. I'm not going to underestimate you, and if I want to know how you feel about trying something, I'll ask first. And I won't have any more secrets, honest. You already know about all my secret fantasies, anyway."
"Oh yeah?" he asked, perking up. "Why don't you tell me again, just in case I forgot some," he added hopefully.
"Sorry to disappoint you, lover," Melissa snorted good-naturedly, "But you've already made most of them come true and you already know about the two biggest ones that haven't yet."
"Which are?" he prompted teasingly.
"Okay, silly, just to remind you," she answered dryly, `The first is that next week when you're at my place that all five of us will fuck each other, just like we all are here. That one shouldn't cause you too much problems since both you and my mom have already told me you want to fuck each other. And your sister and my mom seem to have reached some kind of understanding, so no worries there, either."
"That's still so amazing to me, but yeah, no problems there," Brad grinned. "And the second?" he pressed.
Melissa's face turned serious. "That your dad and my mom fall completely in love, get married, and we all move in together and get to live together the rest of our lives."
Brad's eyes gleamed. "Yeah, I'd really like that, too. Only, why just our parents getting married? Why can't we get married, too?" he asked, equally serious.
"Oh, my love, you don't know what hearing you say that does to my insides," Melissa confessed. "I don't want to promise anything since a lot can happen before we're even legally old enough to get married," she said earnestly, "But if everything works out like I want and you still feel the same way, then I'd like that very much."
"Cool!" the boy exclaimed and kissed her excitedly, sounding very much like a thirteen-year-old once more. After their kiss had broken off, Brad asked in a throatier voice, "You told me the other night about you and your mom playing with, you know, sex toys and stuff..."
"Uh-huh," Melissa nodded, looking up at his eyes that were starting to glitter with renewed arousal. "What would you like to know?"
"I was just wondering if maybe sometime you and your mom could show me that? It sounds really hot," he added with what was almost a leer.
"That's my slutty baby," Melissa purred. "I will definitely arrange for a complete demonstration next week. But in the meantime," she added, her own eyes growing smoky, "I could provide a preview. You could even help," she suggested.
"Really?" Brad's eyes grew wide with eager anticipation. "You have some here?"
"Well, one, actually," Melissa explained. "My mom gave me a vibrator to share with your sister."
"Holy cow!" Brad breathed. "Your mom is just so cool," he marveled. "I can't wait for next week now."
"Well, trust me, neither can she," Melissa promised. "So anyway, if you'd like a small demonstration, we can do that. The bad news is you'll have get off of me so I can get up."
Brad started to quickly scramble to his feet but Melissa grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. "I didn't say you had to get up, silly boy. Just roll over to the side a little and let me up so I can get it out of my purse," she directed.
"Uh, actually, I was kind of hoping to get a chance to go to the bathroom," Brad explained even as he complied and lay back down on the bed as Melissa heaved her plump body to her feet.
"Oh, yeah?" she asked with a predatory gleam in her eye. "Do you need to take a shit, or just piss?"
"Uh, just piss. Why" the boy asked, looking puzzled.
"Good, then just stay there, my love," Melissa commanded as she bent to rummage through her purse on the floor, emerging with the small gold vibrator and holding it triumphantly aloft. "Because, baby, whenever you have to piss for the rest of the night, there's only one place your pee is going and that's right here," she informed him, pointing at her mouth.
"Wow, no kidding?" Brad asked in surprise. "I knew you liked to suck out piss and being peed on, but you really want me to pee in your mouth here in bed?"
"Well, you didn't have any problem peeing in my mouth the other morning in the shower," she reminded him. "Oh, I love being pissed on too, baby," she went on, her eyes growing smoky with arousal, "But we don't have plastic mattress covers here like we do at my place, so we'll have to save that treat for the bathroom. But I'm pretty sure," she added from under lowered eyes, "I can suck you dry and not spill a drop in the bed."
She paused a moment and then asked softly. "I'm sorry, love. I promised I'd always ask you beforehand about trying things. Brad, I would really love it if you'd let me suck all the pee out of you and swallow it. Would you like that, too?" Brad swallowed and nodded, his eyes bright with growing lust. "Thank you, my baby. I love you so much and really want to taste all of you."
She lay down beside Brad once more, only now with her face even with her eighth-grade lover's prick and her pussy right in front of his face. She pushed her face in and took his prick into her mouth, noticing that it was already starting to thicken despite his recent ejaculation. With a smile, she murmured, "Hmm-hay".
There was a long pause while she waited for Brad's urine to start flowing. Finally, she pulled her head back and looked questioningly at him.
"You're really sure you want me to do this?" he asked uncertainly.
"Oh for- yes, Brad, yes I really am. Do I need to beg you? Please, Brad, please, please, please piss in my mouth while I suck you and let me swallow all of it? Is that good enough?" she demanded sharply.
"Uh, yeah, sorry," he mumbled, embarrassed, as Melissa placed her lips around his cock once more. Brad prudently did not delay any longer and, with a frown of concentration, began to release his bladder into his redheaded girlfriend's mouth.
With a long, contented sigh, Melissa eagerly swallowed the pungent stream, gulping noisily as the boy squirted his piss into her mouth. As his stream began to diminish, she greedily suckled his hardening cock, milking it with her hand to extract every last drop.
"Mmmm," she murmured appreciatively when she finally concluded there was no more piss and pulled her lips away. "Thank you, my love. I love the way you taste, baby. And it seems," she giggled throatily, giving his now completely hard prick a firm squeeze, "That maybe you kind of liked it, too."
"Yeah, I did," he admitted shyly. "It felt really great to, you know, just completely let go while you were sucking me."
"I'm really glad, because you've got me so incredibly turned on I can't stand it," she informed him, her voice thick with lust. She handed the gold vibrator to Brad, saying, "Here, love, why don't you use this on me while I suck you some more and make you come in my mouth so I get the full `Brad treatment'?" she giggled.
"Uh, sure," he eagerly agreed. "What do I do?"
"Twist the black knob at the base – yeah, like that," she confirmed as a low, buzzing sound filled the room. "Put it in your mouth a couple of times to get it all slippery...yep, you got it, baby."
"Wow, that feels really funny," Brad chuckled with a bemused expression after withdrawing the cylinder from his mouth, looking at its surface glistening with his saliva.
"Well it feels way more than `funny' in my pussy and ass," Melissa assured him. "So now just start sliding in around my pussy, and push it into my ass and cunt hole – it feels fantastic when you do that- hoh! Oh, God, that's-" she gasped suddenly. "Uh, a couple of things I forgot to mention. First stay away from my clit, at least at first, `cause I go completely crazy when you do that and I'd kind of like some time to enjoy this, okay? Once I get close, then I give you full permission to drive me completely out of my mind."
"Wow, okay," Brad grinned enthusiastically before a thought occurred to him. "But don't you, like, usually piss yourself when you come really hard?" he asked. "Maybe I should have my mouth right there to, you know, keep anything off the pillow."
Melissa's eyes flew open in surprised delight and she cried. "Oh my God! You mean it? You really want to try swallowing my piss when I come?"
"Sure, why not," he shrugged, trying to sound casual. "It's not like I haven't swallowed plenty from you already when you've come while I was licking you. The only difference this time is I'd know to expect it, you know?"
"Ooooh, my sexy lover, you have no idea the kind of flip-flops you made my insides do when you said that. You must be really turned on!" she suggested mischievously. "I love it when Slutty Brad comes out to play and wants to try new things!" she giggled.
"Yeah, well, maybe I am," Brad confessed, his own voice sounding throaty with lust. "So do you want me to?" he asked.
"So yes, yes, definitely yes," Melissa agreed emphatically. "Here, love. Lie on your back and let me get on top of you. That way," she said meaningfully, "Anything that comes out of me will come right to you." She shifted her plump body so it was completely on top of Brad, her knees on either side of his face so the full expanse of her vulva and ass was exposed to him. "Okay, love, I'm ready for you to vibrate me some more," she giggled as she lowered her face to his cock and engulfed it, lavishing long, tantalizing strokes up and down the length of it with her tongue.
After once again moistening smooth, metal cylinder by sliding the vibrator in and out of his mouth a few times, Brad gingerly began to apply it up and down her entire cunt slit, being careful to avoid the sensitive clitoris as he'd been instructed. Encouraged by the muffled moans of pleasure even that small bit of stimulation elicited from Melissa's cock-filled mouth, he began to press it more boldly, first pushing it deeply into her cunt hole and then into her ass.
"Ohhhhh! God! That feels amazing!" Melissa encouraged him, pulling her lips away from her pubescent fellatio long enough to speak. "Hooo! Oh, baby, I love that in my ass like that. Oh," she added more seriously, "That's the other thing I forgot to warn you about, love. Keep a tight hold on the end of it; if it slips all the way into my ass, it's Hell trying to get it back out again."
"Really?" Brad sounded fascinated. "That sounds like a story," he hinted.
"And I'll tell it to you, my love," Melissa promised rather breathlessly, "Later. Right now, would you mind, um...?"
"What? Anything you want," Brad eagerly responded.
"Ohhh, now that's what a girl likes to hear," she giggled. "Actually, I know I said don't touch my clit yet, but I really only meant with the vibrator. I wouldn't mind at all if you touched it with your tongue, at least when the vibrator isn't in the way."
With a throaty chuckle, Brad pushed his head forward, burying his nose in Melissa's sopping cunt hole and stretched his tongue out to gently press against her turgid clitoris. He continued to slowly fuck her ass with the vibrator.
"Ohhh, yes, baby," Melissa gasped in erotic pleasure, "Just like that. I- hunnggghhh! I can't believe how good that feels- hagghhhh! In my ass, Brad!" She once more lowered her head and sucked ravenously at Brad's small but very hard cock, trying for a time to work her way up to being able to deep throat it, but the angle was all wrong and she eventually abandoned the effort, focusing instead on teasing the rubbery head and pushing the tip of her tongue into the slit at the tip. To her delight, Brad responded by squeezing a few more drops of piss out into her mouth. "Ohhh, what a wonderful lover you are," she groaned as she felt his tongue flicking her engorged clit. "Thank you for the extra piss, too!"
"You're welcome," Brad responded, his voice muffled from his mouth being surrounded by oozing, pubescent cunt flesh. "I wasn't sure if I could."
"You did! You did!" Melissa laughed between her increasingly heavy breathing. "Ohhh, that's really nice lover. I think I'm ready for you to start moving the vibrator around more – still mostly fuck my ass and my cunt hole with it, but you can start touching it every once in a while on my clit- hooooo! Oh, God! Yeah, not too much yet, baby, that really does take my head right off. Ohhhh, yes, fuck me with it, baby. Just like that," she instructed as she felt him push the buzzing toy deeply inside her pussy and hold it there.
She was rapidly finding it hard to keep concentrating on Brad's cock by now. The gasps and heavy panting that Brad's obscene manipulations were provoking made it very difficult to keep her lips around his stiff organ and still get enough air to breathe, so she finally contented herself with stroking the shaft with her hand, keeping it slick and lubricated with occasional licks up and down it with her tongue. She really did not want Brad to come before she did, not since he seemed willing to actually swallow her piss; she remembered how he was much more sexually adventurous when he was really turned on than after he'd spent himself, so she just slowly stroked his cock while he did his magic in her crotch.
As she had requested, Brad was now interspersing his thrusts with the vibrator into her anus and vagina with ever more frequent but brief touches to her throbbing clit, each one bringing a sharp cry of erotic pleasure to her lips. "Hoh! Oh, yeah, baby, tease me like that! Hunnnggghhh! Oh, shit! I- I love it so much when you bury it in my ass, too! Haaggghhh! Oh, holy fuck! That is just so intense when you put it on my clit. Mmmmm, yes, lover, that's very nice too," she murmured as he shifted the vibrator back to her anus and began to lick her clit with his tongue once more.
Melissa suddenly remembered that she still had the full load of Brad's semen that he had squirted all the way into the back of her vagina, and she concentrated on squeezing as much out as she could. She was interested to note that squeezing her vaginal muscles like that also heightened the sensations of the vibrator and tongue that continued ravishing her ass and clit.
"Wow," Brad abruptly murmured, "You just started, like, gushing out of your cunt. You are so incredibly wet!"
"That's- ohhhh! That's us, my baby," Melissa gasped, "You and me all mixed together. Lick it all up, lover, it's all for you!"
Brad needed no further encouragement and unreservedly lapped up their combined juices. "We taste good," he admitted before plunging his tongue deeply back into her drenched cunt hole.
"Hoh! I'm- unnggghh! I'm so glad," Melissa moaned, her body beginning to writhe involuntarily. "I love that you love to taste me, my lover. I- hunnggghhh! Oh, shit! You're really starting to get- unnngghhh! Get to me, baby! I think- hoh! Oh, God! I think I'm ready for- oooohhh! Ready for a little more vibrator- oh, fuck! More vibrator on my clit! Haaaagghhh! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Gaaaaggghhh!" she shrieked. "Oh fuck, I can't- haaaggghhh! I can't hold back anymore! Do it! Do it! Put it on my clit! Make me c-haaaaaaagghhhh! Ohhhhh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Unngghhh! Ungghhh! Unnngghh! I'm- oh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming so hard! I- hhaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhh!" her voice deteriorated into an incoherent scream as her body shuddered and convulsed. Sharp electric jolts of ecstatic torment coursed through her plump, heavily perspiring body making the soft curves of adolescent fat jiggle and shake with each new paroxysm. The vibrator's relentless buzzing into her clit kept releasing new orgasms even before the previous one had finished and she knew that she would soon pass out. But instead of fighting against it, this time she surrendered completely, allowing her bladder to relax and flow out into Brad's open mouth. The last thing she was aware of was the feeling of Brad's lips and tongue avidly lapping up all the golden liquid from within her. And then everything condensed to a single point, and she lapsed into unconsciousness.
Brad lay beneath Melissa's body, treasuring the comforting feel of her ample flesh blanketing his. He had managed to swallow most of her piss, though he could feel where it had flowed down his cheeks and was beginning to soak into the pillow. He found himself remarkably undisturbed by that, relishing the dampness around his head as just one more part of this amazing girl he had fallen so deeply in love with that was surrounding him. He had nearly fallen asleep himself as he listened to his lover's breathing devolve into soft snores when he was startled to hear a throat clear close to his head and his father's voice asking, "Everything all right, son?"
Brad twisted his head to try to view his father's face around the obstacle of Melissa's plump thigh, but he was not about to disturb her, father or not. So he answered in a low voice, "Yeah, Dad, everything's fine. Everything's wonderful, in fact."
"So we could hear," John replied in an amused tone.
"Well, it sounded like you guys had a good time, too," Brad commented, refusing to be intimidated when he felt so utterly at peace with the world – or it would be complete peace if it weren't for the raging, stiff hard-on he still sported.
To his surprise, Brad felt his father lay his head down on the bed alongside his and realized the man must be kneeling on the floor by the bed. For a long moment father and son gazed in silence at Melissa's bald, slick pussy.
"I never get tired of looking at a woman's cunt," John commented at last. "They're just so beautiful."
"Yeah, they really are," Brad agreed. "But especially Melissa's. I think she's so beautiful everywhere."
"That she is, both inside and out," his father nodded.
"She really is," Brad agreed. "I just love her so much. I- I told her that I want to marry her."
"Did you, now?" John asked indulgently. "And what did she say?"
"She said that if I still felt the same way when we're old enough to get married, that she would like that, too," Brad answered.
"She's a wonderful and very wise young woman," John nodded with a pleased smile. "If I can help make that happen for you both, my son, I will. I can't imagine a better woman for you."
"Thanks, Dad," Brad answered with feeling. They were silent for a few moments. "She told me, you know, about how all you guys were in on the plot to, you know, try sex with guys," Brad said.
"Is that right?" John asked, intrigued. "And how do you feel about it now that it's all out in the open."
"I was kind of pissed at first, you know, like, why not just come and talk to me about it?" Brad asked, "But then she explained a bunch of things, like how she was afraid I'd never really accept her being bi if I wasn't. And she also said that you and Keith really wanted to have sex with me."
"Oh, that part is very true, son," his father confirmed, caressing the side of his face tenderly with his hand. "Just looking at you here now, I can feel my dick trying to twitch, and it is totally worn out," he added with a soft, throaty chuckle. "You are an incredibly hot, sexy guy"
"That's what Keith said, too," Brad smiled hesitantly. "It's still kind of hard for me to take in, but it does feel kind of good, too. I- I liked that I could make you really happy today, Dad," he said in a choked up voice. "You've been so unhappy for so long."
"Oh, my sweet, incredible boy!" John blurted, "What did I ever do to deserve two such amazing kids?" He leaned in and kissed Brad's forehead tenderly.
Brad reached up and took his father's hand and kissed that. After a moment, when he realized his father's lips had not left his forehead, he added roguishly, "You know, Dad, my face is all covered with Melissa's piss, not to mention her pussy juice and my come all mixed together."
"I don't mind," John smiled.
"I didn't figure you did," Brad grinned. "I figured you might want to kiss more than my forehead."
"Bradford Muller, are you trying to seduce your own father?" John asked with an expression of surprised delight.
"Well, maybe not tonight, especially after what you said," Brad answered with a sly grin. "But I want you to know I'm okay about it – about it all, you know. And I would like to have sex with you again, if you want to."
"Oh, my love, you have no idea what hearing you say that does to me," John murmured as he began to ardently lick all the glistening fluids from his son's face. Very soon their lips met and suddenly father and son were kissing passionately.
When they finally broke from the kiss, Brad chuckled softly, "Yep, still really turned on."
"What do you mean?" his father asked with raised eyebrows.
"Something Melissa and I were talking about," Brad answered. "We realized that as long as I'm really turned on, I can do some pretty wild and crazy sex stuff – like French kissing my dad," he waggled his eyebrows to emphasize his point, and his father snorted in amusement. "Mel calls it letting Slutty Brad out to play. Good thing she likes it, huh?"
"Yes, I couldn't agree more," his father nodded with an amused smile. He rose stiffly to his feet. "But it's really late now, and you guys need to get some sleep – as do the rest of us," he added pointedly, "No matter how much Slutty Brad still wants to play."
"Yeah, okay," Brad nodded but insisted, "When she wakes up, though, she's going to suck me and let me come in her mouth. She said she loves having my come on her lips when she goes to sleep at night."
John looked astounded. Finally, he breathed, "My God, what a woman you've got, son. Don't ever let her go!"
"I won't, Dad, I promise," Brad asserted fiercely.
"Well, since I clearly can't top anything like that and persuade you to actually try to sleep, I think I'd better pull your door closed, so at least the rest of us can," his father said with a bemused expression. "Good night, son. Give my love to your bride-to-be there."
"I definitely will do that, Dad, and thanks. For everything," Brad called out softly across the room as the door shut with a soft click.
At that moment Melissa stirred and uttered a soft moan from atop Brad's body. "Uh, hi, baby," she whispered, craning her neck to try to see her dark-haired lover's face buried between her legs. "Are you okay down there?"
"I am fantastic, my love," Brad grinned. "Never better. That was a really good come," he added. "You were out for a long time."
"Was I? Sorry," she apologized. "You're right, though. It was incredible. How about you? Did you actually swallow all my pee?"
"I sure did, gorgeous lady," Brad announced proudly. "I was in full-on Slutty Brad mode and drank it all down. Well, most of it," he amended. "A little bit dribbled down onto the pillow, but I like it. It's like an extra part of you that's around me, too."
"Oh, you are just so sweet, lover!" Melissa cried adoringly. "I thought I was the only one who felt like that when lying in piss in a bed. I'm so incredibly happy I can share all of me with you and you not only not freaking out, but you feel the same way a lot of the time." She stopped when she noticed the closed door to the bedroom. "Uh, was someone else here?" she asked anxiously.
"Yeah, my dad came in while you were, you know, recovering," Brad answered. "We had a nice talk."
"Boy, I must have been out of it – I didn't hear a thing," Melissa muttered. "What did you talk about?"
"Well, first he just put his head next to mine and we just looked at your pussy together," Brad said in an amused tone.
"What?!!!" Melissa spluttered. "Why would you do that?"
"Because it's beautiful," Brad said simply. "Just like the rest of you. We all like to look at it," he shrugged unrepentantly.
"Hmm, okay, I guess," Melissa answered, torn between embarrassment and delight in being thought beautiful. "So did you actually talk about anything important?" she asked, sidestepping any further discussion about her lovely cunt.
"I just told him what we talked about, so he knows the whole plot to turn me bi is out in the open," he answered.
"Hmmm, okay, if that's how you want to see it," Melissa countered. She began to slowly lick and stroke Brad's still very hard prick, making him sigh with pleasure. "Or maybe it was more like a plot to help you realize some things about yourself that you hadn't before," she suggested, gradually increasing the pace of her hand stroking his cock.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Brad responded, his breathing starting to deepen. "I hadn't really thought about it like that. That feels really good, by the way," he gasped as he felt Melissa's lips fully engulf his erection and suck it deeply into her mouth.
"I'm glad, my love," Melissa purred when she pulled back up for a breath. "I want to please you very much."
"Oh, God, Melissa! You do! You do!" Brad gasped as Melissa began to suck and jerk his cock in earnest. "Anyway, I also told him that I want to marry you."
Melissa stopped her lascivious motions and asked in a level tone, "Oh? And what did he say?"
"He said that you are an incredible, amazing woman and that I should never let you go, and that he couldn't imagine a better woman for me. And he promised if we still feel that way when we're old enough, he'll do everything he can to make it happen," Brad explained. "I'm sorry if I went too far."
"Well, I guess there's no harm done, love, since it's all kind of hypothetical at this point," Melissa responded, trying to remain practical despite the soaring sensation in her heart that the boy she loved loved her so much in return that he wanted to marry her. "And it's nice to know your dad approves," she smiled.
"Yeah, I thought so, too," Brad agreed. "Ohhh!" he gasped as he felt Melissa's mouth surround his rock-hard cock once more. "God, Melissa, that feels so incredible!"
Melissa raised her head once more briefly to ask, "Love, would you mind handing me that vibrator? I've got an idea."
"Uh, sure. Here you go," Brad answered, handing her the slim, gold cylinder.
"Thanks, baby," she responded, slipping the instrument between her lips to coat it with her saliva. "Mmmm," she commented with a grin, "It still tastes like me."
She then brought the vibrator down between Brad's legs, turned it on, and pushed it firmly up the boy's still widely stretched anal opening.
"Haaahhh!" Brad gasped. "That- holy shit! That feels amazing! Slutty Brad likes that very much!" he giggled hoarsely, his arousal growing rapidly. "Ohhh, God! That's – shit! I can't even describe it!"
Feeling inordinately pleased with herself, Melissa set to bringing her eighth-grade lover to a climax, fucking his ass steadily with the vibrator, and sucking his cock into her mouth as deeply as she could. Knowing how much the additional stimulation of the vibrator always brought her own orgasms on so much more quickly, she wasn't surprised when after only a couple of minutes, she felt his hips rise as he tried to push more and more of his cock into her mouth. Shortly thereafter, he was grunting rhythmically as his prick erupted between her lips, spurting thick gobs of his creamy, salty come into her mouth. She continued to plunge the buzzing vibrator into the boy's ass until she felt his orgasmic pulsations cease, when she pulled it out and turned it off. Only then did Brad's body finally go completely limp.
Holding as much of her lover's semen in her mouth, she worked her body around to put her face above Brad's. His eyes gleamed as he comprehended what she was doing and wantonly opened his mouth. Melissa had been intending on simply kissing him to share his come, but since he was completely offering her his mouth, she held her face several inches about Brad's so he could see the glistening streams of semen and saliva dribble down from her mouth to his. Once all the obscene fluid had dripped into Brad's open mouth, she descended and plunged her tongue into his mouth in a depraved French kiss, swirling the contents of his mouth around with her tongue and gradually swallowing it a bit at a time until it was all gone. She was pleased to note that it seemed like Brad had even swallowed some as well.
"Mmmm," she purred with satisfaction after their lips parted. "Thanks for being willing to let me share your come with you. It seems like maybe you're liking the taste a bit more?" she suggested.
"Well, maybe not so much liking the taste," Brad answered, wrapping his arms around her to embrace her tightly. "It's more like just loving anything that comes from you. Plus, since you said you like to fall asleep with my come on your lips, I thought it might be cool to share that with you," he added quietly.
"Oh, my baby! I love you to bits, you know that?" Melissa cried before yawning widely. "God! I'm afraid to even ask what time it is now."
"It's late – or early, depending," Brad confirmed. "That was actually why my dad came in, to tell us we needed to go to sleep. But I told him how you love going to sleep with my come on your lips and that you were going to suck my cock before we went to sleep. That's actually when he told me I should never let you go," he smiled.
"Hmmm, yeah, I can see how that might make an impression on him," Melissa agreed, yawning again. "Since I'm on top, I'll get up and turn off the light," she announced, struggling to an upright position. "You just snuggle in and I'll be right back."
Once she had turned out the light at the switch by the door and felt her way back into bed, she scooted up as closely as possible to Brad and, kissing his lips softly, murmured, "Good night, my sweet love. Thanks for an incredible day and for, well, for just being you."
"You're welcome, Melissa," Brad whispered, kissing her back before raising his head. "Uh, one more thing – I kinda' have to pee again. Do you still want to...?"
"You bet I do!" Melissa giggled, reversing her body and putting her head and torso under the covers so her lips were aligned with Brad's prick. "Let me have it, baby," she whispered huskily as she sucked his flaccid cock into her mouth.
This time there was no hesitation on Brad's part and the bitter liquid immediately began to flow into Melissa's mouth. She swallowed it all hungrily, sucking and milking his prick until there was nothing left. Patting his hip affectionately, Melissa suddenly felt overcome with a delightful lassitude and she stayed right where she was. Within seconds, she had fallen soundly asleep with her young lover's cock in her mouth.