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Brother
"Mica" mum yelled from downstairs.
"What?" I yelled back from upstairs.
"You know that your brother is coming back to stay?"
How could I not, it is all she has talked about for the past week.
"Yes mum," I yelled again.
"I don't want any issues like before."
I was really fed up of shouting, I paused my iPad and went down stairs.
"What issues mum?" She turned to me.
"Mica you are undressed!"
"Mum, I am in underwear, I am at home in the house where I live, I wear underwear, I walk around in underwear. Why is it suddenly an issue?"
"Your brother, it is not right that he might see you like that?"
"Why not mum, my nipples are hidden as is my vagina, what is the issue all of a sudden? I walk around like this now."
"Yes and we all know what that has done to your father."
I guess she is probably not 100% happy that dad is shagging me.
"And you think that it would happen to my brother, that he would be captivated with my nearly naked beauty and have to consume me? Mum, no, it's not like that."
"It must be, why else your father? No, you must wear clothes in the house."
"Fine, I'll wear a bikini."
"Mica that is not the answer. Why do you torture me so?"
"I am not, unless you planned to keep him for yourself?"
"Mica! That is a disgusting thing to say."
But she didn't deny it. I wonder why she spends so much time over there cleaning his room, are they shagging, is he doing the deed with his mum? Crafty sod.
I grabbed a glass of water and headed back up to my room. Well now, I never thought that mum might be shagging Leo, well, well. She knows dad is shagging me, he told her. She said, so dad says, that as long as we don't make it obvious and that as long as she never has to see it, then she can accept it. Rather me, apparently, than a hussy down the street.
To be honest, I do walk around the house in bra and pants just to get dad going, even more so if mum is in, because then he can't do anything about it. I have even walked naked to my room from the bathroom. There was one occasion when dad saw me going naked into my room and bending over, my back to my open door, to pick up a pair of panties.
Mum was hanging washing out in the garden, and dad, seeing his chance rushed into my room and had his hand between my legs in a flash. I stumbled forward, my hands on my windowsill, looking out, watching mum pegging out.
"I need you baby," dad said, fumbling at his waist.
"Oh daddy, mum is here."
"I don't care," he said and his cock was pushing between my legs. He had just about managed to get it inside me and start shagging when mum finished and turned back to the house.
"Dad," I hissed "she is coming in."
He rushed off, his cock leaving a trail across my thigh and dived into the bathroom, shutting the door after him. I just started rubbing myself with a towel to hide any evidence. Mum came up stairs, told dad off for not locking the bathroom door if he was going to do 'that', and then told me off for not closing my bedroom door whilst I was undressed.
I don't believe that she ever saw dad shagging me, well, it doesn't matter if she did. But her shagging Leo, goodness, now that would be something to keep her off my back a bit.
Leo moved in. There was the usual drama as you would expect, all his stuff going in the garage, mother tidying his room as if were the King coming to stay, "does it need painting?" she asked me, I told her "no, just nail the window open, you know how smelly boys are."
We had takeaway apparently to make his coming home special. No one mentioned that we have Chinese at least once a week. Oh well. I pleaded tiredness and left them to it after I had finished. There is only so much of an irritating brother I can take.
A few days after the return of golden balls there was one of those rare moments when both parents were out of the house and we were alone. He wandered into my room, no knocking, just walked in. I was laying on my bed in my bra and pants, my legs kicking back and forth in the air, when he just grabbed them.
"Great view sis," he said flipping me onto my back and sitting on my bed. I shuffled up and sat up against my headboard.
"Not for you dear brother," I said, keeping my knees firmly together.
"Oh come on sis, you know you are raging hot."
"Oh do I now. Aren't you getting enough of mum?"
"What do you mean?" He said, his fingers tracing up my legs and over my knees.
"Oh you do know brother mine, oh you do, you are ploughing her field and planting your seeds, good job the land is barren."
"Now where do you get that idea from?"
I just tapped my nose. I didn't want to admit to him that I had come back early the other day and heard them in mum and dad's room, and it was pretty obvious. I had crept up the stairs and peered into the room. He was pounding his cock into mum from behind, his balls bouncing. I had taken a quick video on my phone and retreated, coming back, rather loudly, about thirty minutes later, having sat in the woods and fingered myself to a loud orgasm whilst watching the video on repeat.
"Well, what if I am?"
"No if about it, and as you are, you for sure don't need mine."
His fingers had reached my panties and were slowly stroking my mons, I felt my legs sliding down the bed, my knees slightly parting.
He slipped his fingers beneath me, dragging my panties into my valley, then moving his fingers to his nose and inhaling.
"Jesus girl, you are so hot," he said, his fingers grabbing my panties and pulling them down, his head diving between my legs, licking, sucking. It happened so fast, I want to pretend that he took me by surprise, but I could see it happening and I know I could have stopped him. Whether it was because it was my brother, or because it had been a couple of days since dad had last shagged me, I didn't know, but I know I went from cool to boiling in seconds, my breath catching, my groin preparing to erupt.
I don't know how he did it, I didn't see it, but he moved up, kissed me, smearing my juices across my face, grabbed my legs, pulled me flat and penetrated me, his cock big, hard and rammed right up inside me.
I couldn't say a thing, his actions left me literally speechless, my mouth, smeared with my wetness, wide open, making a perfect 'O'.
I was sure his cock was bigger than dad, certainly fatter, it really stretched my fanny wide. As he stayed inside me, no moving just pressing against my depth, I could feel a pulse in his cock, I could feel the rim of his cock as it widened me almost at my depth, his eyes staring into mine, he pulled back slowly, leaving me, my fanny slowly closing up behind him.
The front door opened, "only me, need the loo," mum yelled up the stairs. Leo winked at me, "to be continued," he said, pulled out and grabbing his shorts he went to his room, leaving me half naked with a very wet fanny. I quickly pulled my panties on, threw a robe on and went down to see mum.
"Hi mum," I said thankful that she had needed the loo and this given Leo time to safely withdraw and me to make myself decent.
She flushed the loo and came out, I did notice that she hadn't really pulled the door too. Had I chosen to, I could have looked in. Watching my mum pee? Not my thing, but Leo? Could be. Would he? Of course he would.
"Phew that was close Mica, I was bursting. You not dressed yet?"
Closer than you think mum. "No mum, just chilling, if I need to get dressed I will, but I wasn't planning on going anywhere, so a robe will do." I flicked it briefly open, "as you can see mum, underwear, so I'm decent."
"Is Leo in then?" The question I guess she had been dying to actually ask.
"I think so mum, in his room, although he might have gone out, I don't really know."
"We are having Indian for tea tonight. Okay,"
Well, not really, I'm not a great fan, but since Leo had returned it seemed it was our new favourite. "Okay mum, Tandoori mixed grill for me." Spicy yes, but mild enough. I tried a jalfrezi once and my bottom was on fire the next day. So from that day the ring of fire was known as 'Jalfrezi bottom', and I didn't want another one. Leo liked his vindaloo, mum and dad tended to have a balti or a rogan josh.
On the next day Leo needed something from town, and mum said she would take him. I was sat on the sofa on my iPad when dad came in.
"We don't have much time baby," he said leaning forward and kissing me, his hand squeezing my left boob. I raised my bottom up and eased my panties down, dad was undoing his trousers. I turned over and knelt on the sofa, my arms hugging the top, steadying me. I felt dad's cock nudging my entrance and then pushing, steadily, not stopping, filling me, his foreskin sliding back as his cock rolled in.
Yes, dad was smaller than Leo, not by much, but enough that I could tell. His pulse was in a different place within me, further round. "Are you ready baby?" he asked, I doubted he could tell that someone else had been in there.
"Oh yes daddy, do me, have me, fill me, I need you inside me, I have missed you daddy." I said things like that because they seemed to help. Personally 'I have missed you inside' would have worked for me.
He slowly withdrew, I could feel his cock hiding behind his foreskin once more, my little bumps and ripples each stimulated as his cock head passed them. He was at my opening, the entrance to my pleasures, he paused, and then he pushed, hard, the end of his cock hitting my depth, trying, it seemed, to lengthen me internally. He withdrew again, almost out, his cock moving quickly inside me now as he shagged, filling emptying, the movements became a blur as his cock pistoned in and out of his daughter's body, would this be what Leo was like I wondered.
As dad moved at a greater pace I could feel his balls slapping against my thighs as they rocked back and forth. I almost wanted to be licking them at the same time as they shagged me.
My vagina warmed, perhaps from the friction of dad's penis moving within me, perhaps from my own arousal, it didn't matter. My clitoris twinged, it felt hard, sensitive, wanting a release. My labia tightened, feeling almost like balloons, taught, ready to burst. My bottom clenched, my crinkle tightened, squeezed tight. My fingers gripped the back of the sofa and my toes curled, nails pointing up.
My breath held, my lungs wanted to burst and my voice failed, I couldn't say anything, my eyes staring at nothing and my orgasm exploded, erupting throughout my body, rivers of pure pleasure followed by pangs of pain shot out, I screamed releasing the held air and as I began to come down I felt dad's own rivers inside me, spurts after spurts, filling me.
My god, Leo would have to go some to beat this I thought.
Dad leant back and his softening penis slipped from me, my fanny feeling suddenly cold. Dad slumped on the sofa, I rolled and sat in his lap, my arms around his neck, kissing him, loving the afterglow feeling. It was love for my dad, not just shagging.
"Good one baby girl," he said, synching me in tightly with his arms.
"Mmmm daddy, yes," I answered.
