Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2024 11:33:51 -0400 From: nullset Subject: Stan and Lil. Part Nine All the usual disclaimers. I do not promote incest IRL. All fantasies can help deal with urges and may help prevent acting out on some. This story is pure fantasy, though parts of it may be based on real-life experiences. Please consider making a contribution to support Nifty.org. Nifty is a community supported website. If you enjoy what you read here, please help support it. The authors here are not paid for their work. Most of us are compensated by feedback, compliments and the knowledge that we may help entertain or satisfy some people. I want to thank those of you who have given me feedback and support. I would like to especially thank my editor, Dwayne. I love to write, but sometimes I do not catch simple mistakes I have made in my writing. Dwayne has helped a lot with that. The mistakes and typos that you do still see are one I made after editing or because I did not see or chose to ignore his suggestions. I do believe that nudism, practiced alone, in a group of with family is a wonderful and freeing experience. I truly wish I could have experienced. it as a child. The problem comes because it may lead down a slippery slope for some, leading to non-consensual sex or exploitation of minors. I would love to hear reader's opinions on this, as well as any other thoughts pertaining to the story. Hope you like the story. I may be reached for comment at snowandsun59@gmail.com Part Nine I usually do not wake quickly. I am not one of those people who open their eyes, jump out of bed and start cleaning the house. Don't get me wrong, I have had some jobs which required me to be there very early, and I was never late. However, at this stage in my life, with a job that has no real hours, I like to take my time waking up. I told this to someone once and they said, "Oh, so you are not a morning person." Oh, no, quite the contrary, I love mornings. I love to lay in bed and listen to the birds while I enjoy a spring breeze coming in an open window. I like to listen to the radio and get caught up on over-night news. I like to go out for an early morning run, or bike ride, or walk. I especially like walking in big cities early in the morning, seeing things getting cleaned up from the night before. Or, I like going for a walk in the country, seeing mist covering a meadow or a pond. I just, long ago, got over the `stigma' some people have about not getting out of bed first thing. Damn you, Ben Franklin! So it was this particular morning. I woke and noticed the huge chunk of wood between my legs, and smiled as I reached down to feel it. With my eyes still closed, I slowly rolled to my left, towards the center of the comfortable bed, and my hard cock found a pair of butt cheeks to spend some time with. I may have drifted off again, but soon became more alert, even if I did not open my eyes right away. I felt movement, and I moved myself. Partially subconsciously and partially with intent, I slowly moved my cock against those soft pillows of flesh, while I pumped against them with my sex organs. As time went on, I began to feel myself emitting a small trail of precum into the crease of my bed partner. I moved some more. The more I moved, the wetter and slicker we both became. I shifted myself so that my cocktip was more aligned with anus. I was not looking for anal penetration, just some additional stimulation. This felt good. Really good. I started to think about the taboo and extraordinary things that had transpired the previous evening and that only further stimulated my excitement. I felt ass push against my cock, almost like she was the one who desired penetration. Then I felt fingertips on my cock as she reached between her legs. I moved my right arm and hand to reach around her to feel her nice, firm tits, but they were not there. I opened my eyes. Instead of seeing the back of Sophie's head, I saw her looking at me from a couple feet away. She was smiling and watching my movements. I was looking at Sophie's face and her body as she gently masturbated, while I was looking over the top of Fiona's blonde head. I continued to thrust my cock between Fiona's legs. I used my free hand to feel her flat chest. I moved my hand down and felt her fingers on my cock. I reached between us and felt where my cock was rubbing against her pussy. Sophie repositioned herself so she could suck my cocktip as it ran between Fiona's legs. Fiona was bucking her body back against me and applying downward pressure on my cock to further stimulate her pussy. This was all a bit overwhelming, but I was selfish, and I wanted to see Fiona's face. I pulled out from her legs and laid on my back. I pulled Fiona to me and had her sit astride my legs, so that her little pussy was on top of my cock. Fiona got the general idea very quickly and she began to grind her pussy lips on my cock. I reached up to fondle her little nipples again. Her mom reached out to do the same. Sophie reached down to my cock and lifted it up off my abdomen slightly, so Fiona could put even more pressure on her tiny cunt. Fiona started moving back and forth, dragging her pussy over the shaft of my penis. As she moved forward, or up my shaft, she began to pause slightly to rub the corona of glans on herself. She was doing all this by instinct, experimenting, and finding out what felt good to her and repeating it. I had the feeling that she could also sense what felt good to me, as well. One could easily tell that she had the desire to please as much as she had the desire to be pleased, just as I did. I looked down so that I could observe her pussy on my cock. The lips of her immature sex were split open over my member. Between them, at the top of the inverted valley, I observed her tiny, little clitoris. I could not control my desires as I first licked my thumb, then reached down and placed it over her clit. I did not need to move my digit because she was doing all the moving, but she reacted to my touch. She threw her head back, then she looked directly at me and said the first word spoken by any of us yet today, "Yes!" "Do you like that, Princess?" I asked. "Oh, yes, Mr. Jake." Wanting to plant something even kinkier in her head (if that was even possible), I said, "After you make me cum, you can sit like that on my face, and I will stick my tongue up inside you. That is what I do with Mommie. What do you think of that?" "Oh, yessss, Mr. Jake!" I looked back over to Sophie. She was now in a kneeling position, beside us, feverishly and shamelessly masturbating herself. Fiona occasionally looked to her as well. "Do you want to make me cum, Princess Fi?" I asked. "Yes, Mr. Jake, I do." "Then slide up, so your pussy up on my cockhead, and just move up and down, just a little." She did as I asked. Within a minute, although my cock was not inside her, per se, I exploded into the confined space between us. I watched as some cum escaped and shot out in front of her. Fiona shuttered and bounced on my body. Sophie orgasmed from her own hand and squirted some, as she came off the bed. As promised, I pulled Fiona up to my face, and I licked my cum from her pussy. I darted my tongue all around her. I found her clit with my tongue. I pushed my tongue as far inside her pussy as I could, until I encountered her hymen. I gently licked at it to determine how significant it was. Fiona again shuttered on my face. I had no idea how much of the liquid I was sucking down came from her and how much came from me. Finally, I laid her on her back next to her mother to allow her to rest and get her breath back. They both looked so angelic and satisfied lying there next to each other, but I was still hard, so Fiona watched as I fucked her mother while they occasionally kissed each other, and Sophie and I both orgasmed once again. After a brief rest, we all went to take a shower. As we dried off, Sophie and I went to the kitchen to prepare a breakfast and Fiona returned to being a kid and went in the living room to watch some TV. "Can I ask you something?" I said to Sophie, as I buttered some toast. "Of course." "Well, I have seen a directory in the database, marked [sophie], but I have not seen any pictures from it, yet" "You might be disappointed when you do." "Oh, I doubt that" I said. "You just might not see what you expect. You are not going to see pictures like you do in the [lil] directory, or even the [judy] directory." "You mean there are no nudes of you in those pictures?" I asked. "Oh, there are some. After all, I did grow up around my grandparents, but..." "But what?" "I guess I was a late bloomer. I was a tomboy. I played soccer, Little League, volleyball, later softball, I ran cross country and road races. There are a lot of pictures of sweaty Sophie, but not getting sweaty like my mother did. I played with the boys, but not that way. There was a time I thought I might be a boy. I had no interest in sex. I loved sports." "Okay. Nothing wrong with that. I know tomboy. My first serious girlfriend was a jock. She was built different from other girls and had chiseled features. She wore baseball caps. I thought she was beautiful, but others saw her differently. We were on our way to the beach one day and a guy stopped us to ask directions, he said, `Hey boys, do you know how to get to...'. I was embarrassed, I was embarrassed for him. She just laughed." Sophie said, "Yeah, but I was not like most of my family. I know you saw pictures of my mom and dad. Mom was nine when she lost her cherry..." "So?" I said. "You said, `late bloomer', what do you mean?" "Sixteen." "Okay," I said, trying to hide the fact that, yes, that did surprise me, "but something changed, you seem to have...caught up." That brought a smile to her face. "I guess I did." And we laughed. "So, what happened? Did you meet a boy, someone special?" I asked. "No, first there were girls. I thought that was the direction I was going to go, but my first man was Dad. It was right after my other grandma died, his mom. I think we were comforting each other. One thing led to another." "Okay. Do you feel okay about it?" "Oh, yeah. Absolutely. More than okay" "Good. That's the important thing. Someone wise once told me, `You know when you know.'" "And everybody and every body is different." She added, both of us quoting her mother. "Once the Genie was out of the bottle, it was hard to get it back in. I still was not the slut others were, and I am not judging, but I was more open to sexual experiences. I was, still am, comfortable with my level of sexuality." "So, what's with Fiona? Why are you encouraging an early start for her?" I asked. Sophie held up and wagged a finger, and said, "No, no, no. I am encouraging no such thing. I am only encouraging her to explore her sexual awakening at her own pace. She wants this. She has made that very clear. That does not mean that I am not incredibly turned on by it, but if she changes her mind at any time then it will stop immediately, and I am sure you will agree with me on that. This has been building for months. She was going to do this. It was going to be Dad, until she met you." "Really?" I was amazed, astonished and flattered beyond belief. "Really, dumbass." "She has a hymen. What if she is hurt by penetration? Maybe let her experiment with sex toys, first? What about with someone closer to her own age? Like you mom and dad did?" "Glad you checked. Guys are always worried that they are too big, but pain may, or may not be a part of penetration at age six, or age twenty-six. It is temporary. Do you have a problem with a little blood?" "No." "Wouldn't you rather see her get penetrated naturally than by a toy, or a religious statue?" "I am not one to answer that." I said. "Well then, wouldn't you rather see her made love to by someone who knows what they are doing, than by some clumsy teenager?" She asked. "Well, I am going to say the former, but that is because I think I know what I am doing, but having been the clumsy teenager, once, I might have answered differently back then." I stated. "Please don't get me wrong," I went on." I am not trying to back out of this vital responsibility, I just need to discuss these things." "I doubt that you were ever the clumsy teenager." She said, while kissing me, "I am glad you are asking these things. It shows how much you care. I've asked her about toys. She thought about it but rejected the idea. She wants the real thing. As far as hurting her, I know you will be gentle, I have seen that, but you should let her be in control, like how you did this morning. That is where maturity and experience will be an asset." "Okay, then." "After dinner tonight, no games, no TV. If she is ready, she is ready." FIN