Tad is in a daze as he follows the group of men to the elevators. Anny walks quietly in front with Paul on one side and Harris on the other. She claims Tad's hand as they file into the elevator. There's absolute silence on the way up and the lift seems to go on forever, rocking slightly, with a slow ballad coming from the speakers. Tad steps through the doors when they open up, and ushers his sister into their room. Then he leaves her at the bedroom door and goes back to the guys settling around the lounge area.
There's a spot next to Mario at the bar in the corner. "You okay with this?" Mario asks.
Tad draws a big breath and expels. "Yeah, I guess."
Larry strides into the room and Simon and Ben come in behind him with a carton of beer. They pass them around and everyone is chatting away when finally the bedroom door opens and Anny comes out.
She stops before the group of men, clutching the hem of a little pink teddy. It's just a tiny bit too short to cover her bald slit, and the top is merely two spaghetti strings holding the thin, see-through fabric over her breasts. She stands smiling while the men all cheer and whistle like a bunch of school boys.
"Come on over," Harris says when they settle down, and Anny walks over and stands in front of him. "It's not too late if you wanna back out, but can I say how fucking hot you look," he offers warmly and seriously, but there are howls of protests around the room.
"No, I'm okay," Anny utters sweetly in reply. "But I was thinking about one thing..."
"Sure! Name it!" Harris offers.
"Well, would anyone mind if we don't use condoms? I like it when a man cums inside of me," Tad's step-sister says, peering around at the seven men. Tad's cock springs to life instantly. "I like it when I don't wear any panties after and I can feel you leaking down my legs. It gives me some nice flashbacks while I'm doing the vacuuming."
A collective groan moves around the room.
"I don't think anyone's complaining," Paul says with a chuckle, and Anny kicks his shin. "But that means Mario's going last!" he adds, and he and Anny both laugh.
"Yeah, that'd be right," Mario gripes, and Anny smiles back over her shoulder to him and Tad, but Harris has lifted her teddy in front and is looking at her pussy.
A few of the others are hanging over the lounge behind him. Anny turns to look at them.
"Show us your tits," Clarke says flatly. He's one of the men behind the lounge.
Anny picks the strings off her shoulders and lowers the teddy to her elbows. "Do you like them?" she asks softly.
"I'm gonna like watching them bounce when I fuck you!" Clarke answers, and just then Harris leans forward and buries his face in Anny's crotch.
"Ooh!" Anny exclaims as she clutches the man's shoulders and rocks back, but Larry and Ben lunge and catch her, lifting her up off the ground. Paul and Clarke quickly take a leg each and spread her wide. The four of them hold her up while Harris quickly kneels and buries his face in her pussy, working quickly into her with his mouth.
Tad can hear the slurping and growling, and suddenly Anny starts to convulse, but the four men hold her firmly in place.
"Here, bend her over the back of the lounge so I can get the first load up her!" Harris demands, and they carry her around and bend her forward. Harris drops his trousers and thrusts into her. He holds the lounge either side of her hips and pumps her violently, his body slapping against her thighs and his face contorting, and within less than a minute he drives forward and holds firm.
Anny's nightie is around her elbows, her breasts swinging freely. "Don't pull out yet..." she says, reaching back and holding Harris to her backside, and with her other hand she reaches beneath and gently massages her clit. "Did you like that?" she asks Harris, arching back and pressing her breasts into his hands as they close over them. "Is it tight enough for you?" she whispers.
"Careful! You're making me hard again!" Harris warns, taking her lips.
"Uh huh," Anny moans. "Do you want to pump another load up me?"
"Yeah, but what about them?" Harris chuckles, looking around at the others, virtually lined up, eyes wide, mouths gaping.
"Bring her round here," Clarke says, and he claims Anny's arm and pulls her away from Harris.
"Let me kneel down," Anny says to him, and she slithers down in front of him and bends over to lean on the low lounge cushion with her back to him.
He drops to his knees and probes with his cockhead, his dick sinking into her easily. She lays her head on her folded arms and he grabs her breasts and starts humping her forcefully. "Not too rough with them," Anny manages to get out, but his hands slip around her waist, lifting her knees off the floor, and suddenly he drives up beneath her and convulses.
"Aah fuck!" he yells hoarsely and humps up under her again, holding firm this time while his cock throbs and spurts inside of her.
Anny stretches back and grinds herself down upon him. She smiles back up at the others. "Who's next?" She squirms on the still firm cock inside of her. "Who's really close and just wants to get off in me?"
"I'll go next," Ben says, lifting beneath her arm. He sits her back around on the edge of the lounge and kneels between her legs.
"Are you close to cumming?" Anny asks.
