Date: Tue, 23 Apr 2013 14:18:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Tim Marsh Subject: Watch Me - Chapter 3 ***This story is a work of complete fiction. NONE of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! If you're reading this, then you are a Nifty reader. Please donate to help keep the Nifty archive going! If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com (new email) I am trying to respond to everyone, but sometimes I can't get to you all. Just know that your feedback is appreciated!!*** Watch Me – Part 3 I laid there with my head on Mom's shoulder as she gently caressed my naked skin. For once, Mom didn't want it to end right away. It was nice to enjoy being naked together. The next morning was quiet as Mom and I got ready for the day. We never really said anything to each other anyway, but it felt like I should say something, to break the awkward silence. Mom was the one to speak first; she came up behind me as I was eating my cereal at the kitchen table. "Are you feeling okay about last night?" She asked and then kissed my cheek. "Yes." I answered. "I hope we can do more stuff like that." Mom's right hand reached around and grabbed at my crotch. I pushed forward a bit, hoping she would masturbate me. "You're already hard." Mom observed. "I know." I answered. "My dick is hard most of the time." She squeezed my dick faster and whispered into my ear. "If I didn't have to go to work right now, I would suck you off again." "Please do it." I gasped. "I'm already cutting it close. I could be late, if I don't hurry." Mom breathed against my neck. "Don't go to work today." I suggested as I felt Mom's hand move faster on my crotch. "I can't miss work today." Mom said. "We better make it quick." Suddenly, Mom pulled my chair out. I wasn't expecting her to do that and my hand knocked the cereal bowl a bit, sending half of my fruit-flakes cereal across the table. Milk was running across the table and dripping onto the floor, but Mom didn't seem to care. She knelt between my legs and worked feverishly to undo my pants. I was still holding the spoon from eating my cereal, but I quickly dropped it onto the kitchen floor to help Mom pull my pants down to my knees. I lifted my butt off of the chair so Mom could pull my briefs down further. When I sat back down, Mom began kissing my hard dick and it felt like heaven. "I want you to squirt cum into my throat. Okay?" Mom ordered. "But I can't make sperm yet." I said. "Try really hard. I want your seed in my mouth." Mom said, and then she sucked my dick into her mouth like she was sucking up a strand of spaghetti. I jolted in my seat, thrusting my pelvis to put my whole hard-on into her mouth. Mom's tongue was moving so quickly on my dick, that all I could do to handle the pleasure was moan loudly. Mom's hair was done up nicely so I tried to be careful as I grabbed her hair to push her head down. Every muscle in my body was clenched and my moans were getting louder. The room smelled of Mom's perfume, her hair spray and of the cereal that was all over the floor and the kitchen table. It didn't take long for me to feel that familiar, warm tickle getting closer as Mom worked hard to make me feel awesome. "Don't stop!" I ordered Mom, through clenched teeth. "I'm almost there." My fingers involuntarily gripped Mom's head harder and I pushed my crotch against her face as hard as possible. I felt Mom's hands move under me to hold my butt. Her hands squeezed my butt cheeks as she hummed and sucked. My body flinched and I jumped as the pleasure from my orgasm took over, like an electric shock. "Mom!" I groaned as I shook in my mother's hands. Her moans were louder as she sucked my cock with great force. We moved together with my convulsions of immense pleasure. Mom's hands held me tightly against her face, keeping me from falling off the chair. My dick was twitching and hopefully pumping my first cum into her mouth, like she wanted. "Mom, slow down." I asked, feeling my dick become too sensitive. I had to ask her to slow down a few times before she complied. Finally she pulled off my dick and I rested back against the chair, catching my breath. "Did I make sperm?" I asked. "Maybe." Mom answered, licking her lips. "I think I tasted something that time." Mom stood up and she had to lean on the table to catch her balance. Her hair was a mess from my hands grabbing so hard. "Sorry I messed up your hair." I said. Mom moved her hair around with her hands, trying to fix it, without success. "It's alright." Mom said, "I'll fix it on the way to work. It was worth it." "Sorry about the cereal mess, Mark." Mom apologized. "It's okay." I said, "It was worth it." Mom smiled at me, she kissed me on the cheek and then quickly left for work. It was difficult to focus at school. My mind kept replaying everything that had happened with Mom and I in the past few days. Ryan kept asking what was wrong with me but I just shrugged my shoulders in reply. I couldn't even tell my best friend that my own mother was sucking my dick now. I couldn't describe to my best friend, what Mom's nipple felt like as I suckled and she had her orgasm. At lunch time, I had finished my meal and Ryan and I had gone out to the playground and sat at a picnic table under a tree. We faced away from the other students that were running around playing games. My hand slowly stroked my dick under the table as I asked Ryan if he had jacked off while thinking of his Mom. "Yeah, I did it." Ryan quietly answered, looking away from me. "Didn't it feel good?" I asked. Ryan shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. It felt weird." "Did you get your good feeling? Did you cum?" I asked as I moved my hand under the table to rub at his crotch. "Yes." Ryan whispered. I could feel that Ryan was already hard, so I began gently massaging his boner. Ryan gasped at my touch but he didn't tell me to stop. "You came while thinking about your Mom." I stated. Ryan nodded his head in agreement and I could see his eyes glaze over and fix on the center of our picnic table. I was sitting so close to him that no one could really tell what I was doing, but the thrill was still there. We were surrounded by tens of classmates and I was masturbating my best friend right in front of them. "Be careful. Someone will see us." Ryan suggested. "Okay." I agreed, "I'll keep doing it slow." Ryan looked around, probably making sure no one was watching us. It was impossible for him to see everyone behind us, but he must have been satisfied because he let me continue. I began pinching his dick harder and at a steady rate, feeling Ryan's pelvis rock slightly. "Think about your Mom right now." I instructed him. "Picture her naked." Ryan's jaw clenched and I could feel his legs twitch as I pleasured him. He was moving his hips ever so slightly against my rubbing. I could tell that he was trying not to move too much, but I know it's difficult when it feels so good. "Are you thinking of her naked?" I asked. Ryan nodded his head to say yes. I could see a strained expression grow on Ryan's face and he was breathing unevenly. "Do you want to suck on her tits?" I whispered into Ryan's ear. Ryan didn't answer me but I could feel his legs twitch at faster intervals and his eyes were half shut. I rubbed my friend a little faster, hearing him gasp in response. "Do you want to touch your Mom's pussy?" I asked quietly. "Are you sure no one is watching?" Ryan asked. We both looked over our shoulders. I could see a group of third graders playing kick ball. Some were on the monkey bars. Everyone was behind us and far enough away that I felt confident. "Yeah. We're fine." I said. "Imagine rubbing your Mom's pussy." Ryan's left hand gripped the picnic table and his legs spread open wider. "Okay." Ryan quietly said. "Are you rubbing her pussy?" I asked under my breath. Ryan closed his eyes briefly and nodded his head to confirm that he was thinking about rubbing his Mom's pussy. "Does she like it?" I asked, feeling Ryan's hips roll. "Yeah." Ryan grunted. His nostrils were flaring and his face was turning red. Ryan was leaning forward against the edge of the table and his breathing was labored. "Faster." Ryan groaned. I began rubbing his crotch as fast as I possibly could, feeling his whole body flex repeatedly. I loved the control that I had over him and I loved that we were surrounded by people. I leaned in real close so that my lips were right at Ryan's ear and I said, "Imagine getting between your Mom's legs. You push forward to stick your dick into her pussy." I hear a quiet moan from Ryan, almost like he would start crying. Suddenly his hips were rolling with more strength, fucking into my hand. I was getting a little worried because his movements were a bit more noticeable, but I was too turned on to make him stop. "Fuck your mom." I quietly urged him. "Fuck her hard." I heard a low groan come from Ryan as he put on a strained expression. I felt his right hand grab onto my rubbing hand, gripping it tightly. His jaw clenched and his eyes were shut tightly, and that's when I felt him hop abruptly in his seat. He let out a quiet squeal as he tried to stop my hand from rubbing. I knew that he was cumming so I kept on rubbing him. Ryan shook against the table and I could hear his shoes scraping at the dirt under the table. "Shoot your sperm inside of her." I whispered into my best friend's ear. Ryan's hand gripped my hand tighter and he hunched forward with every dry shot from his dick. I put one hand on his back making soothing circles as his whole body shuddered in his orgasm. He was trying not to moan, but had to stifle a few audible gasps of pleasure. I loved feeling his hard-on twitching as he treated my hand like it was his mother's cunt. As his shudders lessened, Ryan let out gasps of air as he leaned forward against the table. "Did you like that?" I asked, still caressing his back. "Yeah." He answered quietly. He quickly pulled my hand off of his crotch and then sat up, looking around. "Are you sure no one saw us?" Ryan asked. I smiled at my friend and replied, "Positive. Wasn't that cool, doing that out in the open?" He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I guess, as long as no one saw." The bell rang, telling us that lunch recess was over. We had to wait a few seconds for both of our boners to go down so that we could walk to stand in line with our class. I was still feeling incredibly charged, from helping my best friend imagine fucking his own mother, but I would have to wait until later to jack off. When school was out, I texted Mom to ask if she was going to come home early again. She replied by telling me that she wished she could, but work was crazy. I was frustrated and I wanted to jack off so bad. I thought maybe I could have Ryan over to mess around with thoughts about his mom again. "My Dad says I can't go to your house." Ryan said, after texting his Dad. "But you can come to my house if you want." I almost said `no', but then I remembered that Mom could just pick me up on her way home from work since his house is close by. As we walked through the neighborhoods to get to Ryan's house, things were quiet between us. I struggled to think of things to say, but I decided to keep quiet. "Why did you do that to me at lunch?" Ryan finally asked. "Didn't you like it?" I said. "Yeah. But it was right there where everyone could see us if they looked." He answered. I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. I guess I like how exciting it is to almost get caught...but also to `not get caught'. You know?" Ryan didn't say anything so I added, "It's like that time we ran naked in my back yard because Phil dared us to. It was exciting!" "I guess." Ryan said, without sounding convinced. When we arrived at his house, Ryan's Dad was out front pulling tools out of the back of his large truck. "Hi Mark." Ryan's dad greeted me. "Hello, Mr. Foster." I replied. He told us that there was soda in the fridge if we wanted, but we could only have one. He looked stressed out about something and his shirt was half covered with dry cement or plaster. We went inside and I heard the tv on, playing some cartoon. When we got our sodas, we sat down in the living room on the couch. Ryan's little sister, Sara, was sitting in front of the tv, drinking her own bottle of juice. "Hi Mark." Sara greeted me. Sara was half my age and I think she may have had a crush on me because of how she clung when I visited. Ryan always shooed her away and told her to get lost, but I didn't care either way. "We're going to play games. Go watch tv somewhere else." Ryan ordered. "Dad said I could watch this show, if I wanted." Sara yelled without turning around. Ryan and his sister got into a shouting match about the tv until finally, Ryan's Dad came in to settle the matter. He told Ryan that Sara could finish watching her show and then we could play games. He ended his orders to Ryan by asking him to keep an eye on his sister because he had work stuff to focus on. Ryan grudgingly agreed. I sipped on my can of orange soda as I tried to watch the cartoon that Sara was watching, but I hated that particular show. I turned my attention to Ryan. "You're not mad at me for what we did at lunch, are you?" I asked. "No." Ryan answered, after some thought. "It's just weird that you picked lunch time to do it." "How can you `not' think it's exciting?" I asked. "Watch this..." I made sure Sara was completely focused on her show. I could also hear Ryan's Dad moving tools around in his truck outside. I hooked my thumbs in my shorts and briefs and then pulled them down to my knees. My dick popped out, hard as a rock and I examined Ryan's expression, seeing his smile. I quickly pulled my shorts back up and Ryan and I laughed together. I nudged my friend, giving him the silent cue to do the same. I could see that he was breathing a bit harder and that he was nervous. Finally Ryan grabbed the waist band of his shorts, took a deep breath and then he pulled them down to his knees. I noticed that Ryan had a boner like I did. He laughed out loud and then he quickly pulled his shorts back up. "See?" I said, "Exciting." "Yeah. I guess so." Ryan agreed, with a wide smile. I pulled my shorts and undies down again and left them there as I stroked my hardon. Ryan's eyes were wide and he looked around, making sure his Dad wasn't close by. Sara was still completely focused on the tv. I was able to rub my hard-on a lot before we heard the side door to the house open and then shut. I quickly pulled up my shorts, seeing Ryan's Dad walk through the living room to go down the hallway to the bedrooms. Ryan and I smiled at each other again. Just when he was about to pull his shorts down, Ryan had to stop because his sister stood up and started moving around as she watched the tv commercials. I watched Sara's bright blonde hair move as she twirled, making her accordion skirt move like a fan. "Do you like my skirt?" Sara asked me as she twirled around. "Yes." I answered. "It's pretty." "Watch your show!" Ryan demanded. Sara responded by sticking her tongue out at her brother, but she kept twirling around for me to see. I was so turned on and I wanted to keep having fun with Ryan. It was neat that my best friend was finally getting into the excitement of taking risks. "Watch the tv or we're going to start playing our games before your show is finished." Ryan ordered. Sara plopped back down on the carpet in front of the tv again. Ryan waited a minute, watching Sara to be sure she wouldn't turn around. He looked down the hallway to make sure that his Dad wasn't close by and then, Ryan pulled his shorts down. His breathing was labored as he masturbated out in the open. I began rubbing my own crotch as I watched my friend pleasure himself at a fast pace. He was really getting into it when we heard his Dad's cell phone ringing in the kitchen. Ryan quickly pulled his shorts back up and he tried to look like he wasn't out of breath. We saw Mr. Foster come running down the hallway wearing nothing but a bath towel. It was clear that Ryan's dad was getting ready to take a shower and I wondered what he would look like if the towel dropped. "Have you ever seen your dad naked?" I whispered to Ryan. "Yeah, sometimes when he comes out of the shower I see him." Ryan replied. "Does he have a big dick?" I asked. "Yeah." Ryan answered, with wide eyes. "It's huge." "Awesome." I said as I began rubbing the crotch of my shorts. "Have you ever seen him when he has a boner?" Ryan didn't answer right away, as if he was contemplating giving an answer. He looked toward the kitchen doorway where we could hear his dad talking on his cell phone about some sort of a cement problem. Mr. Foster's voice faded as he talked and paced in the kitchen. Finally, Ryan leaned close to me to whisper. Ryan gulped before saying, "One time he was taking a shower and my Mom was supposed to bring him a beer. She does it every night, but that night Mom was talking to my aunt on the phone. She asked me to bring the beer to him. She told me to just set it down outside the shower. When I walked into the bathroom, I could hear my dad making noises and I heard slapping sounds. I could kind of see him through the open shower curtain, but he was facing away from me. He was jacking off really hard. I didn't know what jacking off was back then so I kept watching to see if I could figure out what he was doing. When I set the beer down, it made a noise and my dad opened the shower curtain without even looking at me. He held out his hand and I handed him the beer. He said `Thanks babe', because he thought it was my Mom. Then he drank from the beer and handed it back to me and said `I'm about to shoot'. I stood there and watched my Dad stroke the biggest dick I have ever seen. It was strange to see all the white stuff that shot out all over the place. He was making noises like he was in pain so I left the bathroom to tell my Mom that something was wrong." "How old were you?" I asked. "I think I was six years old." He replied. "My Mom and Dad never talked to me about it after that, but I could tell that they were arguing about me seeing him." "Wow!" I said. "What about you? Have you seen your Dad?" Ryan asked, rubbing the crotch of his shorts. "No." I said truthfully. "I wish I could. Maybe I'll get to this weekend when I stay with him." "Do you ever think of your Dad when you're jacking off? Like you do with your Mom?" Ryan inquired while rubbing himself. "Yeah. I have been lately." I answered. "I wonder what his dick looks like. And I wonder what it would be like to see him jack off." We were both rubbing our crotches as we whispered to each other. Finally, I couldn't take it, so I pulled my shorts down to just below my balls so I could masturbate. "Careful." Ryan cautioned me. "Okay." I said. I was jacking my small dick pretty fast, making fapping sounds and everything while Ryan kept looking toward the kitchen. I was really getting into it and I decided to pull my shorts down even further. When I got my shorts and briefs to my knees, I resumed jacking off. That is when Sara turned around and saw me. "What are you doing?" Sara asked, with wide eyes. I quickly pulled my shorts back up and tried to think of the right thing to say. "Nothing." I blurted out. "We're playing a game." Ryan said. Sara kept looking at my crotch, which was covered now, but she appeared perplexed and I didn't want her to tell her Dad. "You can play." I offered to Sara, "But you're not allowed to tell on us." Ryan appeared shocked at what I was saying, and maybe it wasn't the smartest solution, but it's all I could think of on the spot. "She'll tell on us." Ryan said, shaking his head. "No I won't." Sara said, stepping closer to us. "I promise." "Okay." I said, feeling my heart race, "It's a game where you make yourself feel good without getting caught." I caught Ryan's shocked stare, telling me that it might not be a good idea to include her in any sex fun. His expression said a lot and I even thought about stopping what I was doing, but if I did, his little sister might get mad and tell her Dad what she saw. "Have you ever seen a boy's penis before?" I asked Sara. Sara nodded her head, glancing at Ryan. "I saw Ryan's." "We used to have to take showers together." Ryan said. "Okay. Well this is what a penis looks like when it feels good." I pulled my shorts and briefs down just enough so she could see my dick. "It gets hard and it feels wonderful when you rub it." I rubbed my hard-on a few times to show her. Sara's curious eyes watched my dick and then she glanced at her brother. I continued masturbating myself, loving the erotic charge from new eyes watching me. I quickly pulled my shorts back up when I heard Mr. Foster's voice get louder as he walked toward the living room. Sara, Ryan and I looked at each other as their Dad walked back down the hallway toward the bedrooms. I smiled and then said, "Now it's your turn, Ryan." Ryan stared at me, looking completely stunned. I nudged my friend, showing him an angry face that, hopefully, told him to play along or we're in trouble. Ryan took a deep breath and then he reluctantly pulled his shorts down, just below his balls. "Don't tell." Ryan reminded his little sister. Ryan began rubbing his hard three inch cock slow at first, but then he picked up speed. His eyes didn't meet his sister's curious stare and I wondered if he was enjoying being watched by two people. I could still hear Ryan's Dad talking on his phone down the hall but it didn't sound like he was close by. Ryan was rubbing himself very fast and his eyes were half closed as he tilted his head back. "Your brother is making himself feel really good right now." I said to Sara, as I watched her eyes examine Ryan's face and then his masturbating hand. Mr. Foster's voice grew loud, very quickly as he walked into the hallway. "I've got that paperwork in my bag." He said into the phone. Ryan jumped in his seat and pulled his shorts up faster than I thought possible. We held our breath and watched their Dad walk down the hall, knowing that Ryan probably didn't pull his pants up in time. We breathed easier when Mr. foster walked past, and into the kitchen again. "That was close." Ryan said, between breaths. I nodded in agreement and then turned my attention to Sara. "It's your turn now." I told her. "But I don't have a penis." Sara answered, innocently. "It's okay. Come closer and I'll show you how girls can feel good." I said. Sara moved to stand in front of me and I pulled her closer so that her legs were touching the couch. I showed her a comforting smile and then I asked her to lift up her skirt. She did as I asked her, letting us see her white panties with little flowers on them. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled the front down, exposing the hairless slit of her pussy. "Whoa." Ryan said quietly. We both examined Sara's small crotch, seeing her smile nervously at both of us. I glanced toward the kitchen again, still hearing Mr. Foster on his phone call. I pulled Sara's panties back up and let her short skirt fall back down to cover her. "Here's how girls feel good." I said as I moved my hand back under her skirt. I pushed my index finger forward until felt her mound through the material of her panties. Then I let my finger curl so that my knuckle was pressing against her slit. I did this repeatedly and I was rewarded with as gasp of pleasure from her young mouth. I felt her hips push forward against my moving hand and her eyes met mine, almost asking a silent question. I asked her quietly, "Do you like this? Does it feel good?" Sara nodded her head to say `yes' and then I felt her push against my hand again. I tried to keep a steady pace but if I didn't then she would push her hips to make up for it. She was breathing hard and letting out quiet gasps as I pleasured her. I noticed Ryan's hand begin rubbing at his crotch again as he watched me masturbate his sister. I heard their Dad's voice get louder as he walked around in the kitchen and I heard him shuffling papers around. It was probably safe to keep going but I decided to stop rubbing her just in case Mr. Foster decided to step into the living room. Ryan immediately stopped rubbing himself, but Sara's hand went under her skirt and she tried to keep masturbating. "Careful." I cautioned her, "You don't want to get caught." Sara reluctantly pulled her hand away and then looked at me as she waited. I listened to Mr. Foster in the kitchen, hearing him still talking and it sounded like he sat down in a chair. I reached my hand toward Sara's crotch again and I felt her hand on mine, guiding me to her pussy. I resumed rubbing her and then I had an idea. I grabbed Ryan's hand and guided his fingers under his little sister's skirt as I watched his surprised face. I extended his index finger and pushed it against the top of her slit, just like Mom showed me. Sara pushed forward again and I wiggled her brother's finger against her pussy. Sara shuddered and let slip a whimper as she held her brother's rubbing hand with both of her hands. I let go of Ryan, letting him prod his sister, making her rock back and forth against his touch. "Do it more." Sara said at a louder volume than she should have. "Shhhh." I cautioned her. I saw Ryan's hand rubbing her with more force and speed and she moaned out loud and bent her knees a little. I told Sara to keep quiet again but it was like she didn't care what I was saying because she kept letting out little moans. Sara's hand moved under her skirt and she pulled the elastic band of her panties down so her brother could touch her skin. Ryan immediately put his hand in there, which made Sara gasp and lean forward. "Here." I said, as I pulled Sara's panties all the way to the floor. I told her to step out of her undies and then I stuffed them into the couch cushions. No one would know that she wasn't wearing underwear unless they looked under her little skirt. Ryan didn't stop rubbing her at a fast rate and I could see her young legs twitch and flex is response. "This is fun, huh?" I asked. Ryan nodded with a nervous smile. He was pushing his hand against his sister faster and she was repeatedly thrusting against his touch. I reached my hand around so I could feel her naked bottom under her skirt to which she didn't object. "Pull your dick out." I told Ryan. Ryan gave a nervous glance toward the kitchen and then pulled the waist band of his shorts down to barely let his boner pop out. He began rubbing his dick with his right hand and continued rubbing his sister with his left hand. Sara was leaning forward so that most of her weight was on her brother's hand. She steadied herself on the couch cushions with both hands. I took ahold of Sara's hand closest to Ryan and placed it on his exposed hardon. Ryan went to push her hand away, but he didn't try very hard. I moved Sara's little fingers so they were holding onto her brother's cock. After showing her how to make him feel good, she gripped his dick with a better hold and continued jacking his cock. Ryan moved his hand away and let her masturbate him. It was so hot to see both of them masturbating each other, and it made me wish I had a sibling of my own. Ryan and Sara were in a trance as they pleasured each other which made them react slower when their father came out of the kitchen. I pulled Ryan's shorts up and pushed Sara away from her brother's hand as their Dad walked through and back toward the master bedroom. I was grateful that he hadn't noticed because he was so focused on his phone call. When their father was out of sight again, Sara pulled at Ryan's hand, placing it back on her little pussy. We could still hear Mr. Foster talking on the phone but we could also hear the water from the shower turn on in their bedroom. I reached over and pulled Ryan's shorts down to his knees. He protested a little, but then he simply let me do it. I tugged at his hard-on a few times, seeing his curious eyes on me. Next, I stood and picked Sara up, lifting her to straddle her brother's naked crotch. "What are you doing?" Ryan asked, looking shocked. "It's okay. Your Dad's going into the shower." I said. We listened and we couldn't hear their Dad talking anymore, which meant that he would probably be in the shower for a bit. I placed my hand under Sara's skirt, which was covering Ryan's exposed cock. I grabbed his dick, feeling him flinch at my touch. Sara didn't seem to mind as I moved her waist so that it was just above her brother's hard-on. I placed the head of Ryan's dick against her slit and told him to push up. He did what I said and Sara automatically moved to lower herself onto him. "Oh wow!" Ryan exclaimed as he grabbed onto his sister's skinny torso and held her against him. Ryan began moving his hips with one hand under Sara's skirt, keeping his dick in place. When he finally figured out the right position, he repeated the motion. He was fucking his sister with more rhythm and Sara was gyrating her hips as she made small whimpering sounds. As Ryan began hopping in his seat, to fuck harder, Sara made louder grunting sounds. She held onto her brother's shoulders, gripping his shirt in her fists. Ryan's fast fucking was making a slapping noise that echoed through the room. "Hey, Ryan?" Mr. Foster called out from the master bedroom. Ryan didn't answer his father, and I began to panic seeing that he was so focused on fucking that he didn't care to answer. "Ryan?" Mr. Foster called out again. "Say something!" I said, slapping Ryan on the shoulder. My best friend was fucking his little sister with full force. If I didn't know any better I would think that Ryan was trying to hurt Sara, by the look of determination on his face. "Yeah?" Ryan called out, sounding more like a grunt from pleasure. I placed my hands on both Sara and Ryan, to try to slow them down so the fucking sounds weren't so loud. Sara responded by grinding herself against Ryan's crotch. "If your Mom calls, tell her I'm in the shower." Mr. Foster yelled from the bedroom. "Okay!" Ryan answered back with a frustrated grunt. I stopped holding them back from fucking and nodded for Ryan to continue. My best friend did what I said, grabbing his young sister's waist and then proceeded to fuck her very hard. Sara reacted by letting out high pitch squeaks as she braced herself against the hammering from her brother's dick. Sara was squealing while Ryan was grunting with every fuck into his sister's virgin pussy. I noticed Sara's sudden look of confusion. Her face was strained and her mouth opened like she might start to cry. She held onto her brother tighter, almost as if she was trying to stop him from fucking. She let out a loud whimper that got Ryan's attention. "What's wrong?" He asked, as he continued fucking. "She's cumming." I said, seeing her face turn red. I placed my hand between them, feeling the contractions on her abdomen. She was shuddering like crazy and she let out little moaning sounds. At one point she tried to pull off of her brother, but he held her there and continued fucking. "It's okay." I said in a soothing voice. "Just let it feel good." Her body shook and flinched with every contraction and she hunched forward. "Go slow!" Sara said to her brother. Ryan didn't listen and he continued fucking her hard and fast. She tried to pull off of him again, but he held her in place again. "I'm almost there!" Ryan grunted. "Oh man!" Ryan's hips were moving incredibly fast and his sister became a statue, letting him fuck her pussy as fast as he could. Sara gritted her teeth as she took the full force of his fuck. Finally, Ryan let out a moan and he held onto Sara tighter as his fucking slowed. "Oh god!" Ryan groaned. "I'm cumming!" He held Sara tight, pulling her close as his body convulsed. He leaned forward little by little until his nose was resting on his sister's shoulder. He let out huffs of air with every twitch of his body as his dick tried to pump a load of cum that it couldn't make yet. As Ryan slow fucked his spasming dick into Sara, he continued leaning forward and breathing against her clothing. Hiss body shuddered less and he calmed down. They were sitting, still and holding onto each other for a bit. Finally Sara began to wiggle to get free and Ryan didn't fight it. "Don't tell." Ryan reminded his sister. "I won't." Sara said as she fished her panties out of the couch cushions. "It felt good, huh?" I asked as I helped Sara with her panties. She thought about my question for a bit and then, with a shy smile she nodded her head to say `yes'. I returned the smile and watched her return to sit in front of the television to watch her cartoon. "Dude..." Ryan said as he pulled up his shorts. "I bet that felt amazing." I said. Ryan was still catching his breath as he sat back on the couch. "I can't believe I just had sex with my sister." He said, wearing a scared face. "As long as you both liked it, there's nothing wrong with it." I said. "And she won't tell anyone." "How can you be sure?" Ryan asked. "She looks fine right now. Plus she was hopping up and down on your dick like crazy. She really liked it." I answered, with a smile. "I guess so." He said. "Next time, we should both get to do it." I suggested. Ryan looked at me and smiled. "Okay." -End Part Three ***This story is a work of complete fiction. NONE of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! 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