Author's Note: I have done the best I can editing. If typos in a FREE story that took months to write bothers you too much, move on. This isn't the story for you. I am sure there are still typos in there to ruin your enjoyment. Good day.
Mandy had lots of dreams about her father, so it wasn't surprising to have one now. The surprise was that her brother, Davey, popped up in this one. In the dream, she and her father were on the back deck, and Mandy was riding her dad's cock, facing away from him. She wasn't even naked. He'd just pulled her bikini top and bottoms to the side and molested her before Mandy hopped on. She happily bounced on daddy's cock, and then Davey came out of the house, wearing nothing but board shorts, which he dropped when he stood in front of her.
"Do you mind, Dad?" Davey asked.
"Go ahead, son. Her mouth is almost as good as her pussy," Dad said, pushing her forward.
Davey grabbed his sister's long chestnut hair in his fist and fed her his cock. Her lips stretched around his shaft and Davey jammed it to the back of her throat. Mandy gagged as her brother throat-fucked her, but she sucked like her life depended on it. She bounced between her father and brother, and it was nirvana.
Mandy heard the sliding glass door but couldn't look up. She was a little busy. Her mother called out, "Are you guys going to be finished with Mandy soon? It's getting close to dinner time, and you've got to fire up the girl, John."
"Yeah, I'll bust my nut in a minute, hon," her dad called out. His fingers dug into her hips hard and he really started pounding, jamming Davey's cock down her throat.
Mandy struggled against her brother's cock, unable to breathe. His held it in her throat, her nose pressed to his groin. She felt dizzy.
"You're such a slut, Mandy. When am I going to get a turn?" It was her sister Emmy's voice. It sounded far away.
"Leave them be, Emmy," their mother said. "You know you can't take them both at the same time like Mandy can. You need more practice."
"Then let me get it!" Emmy whined.
"Keep that up, Emmy, and you're going over my knee," Mom warned.
"Promise, Mommy?"
Both her father and brother pulled out at the same time, dropping Mandy onto the chaise lounge. She instinctively rolled onto her back and looked up into the bright sunlight. Her dad and brother stood over her, jerking off. Suddenly, she was showered with their cum. Davey's huge nut jetted all over her face and tits, while daddy's cum left streaks up her flat tummy.
Mandy cried out, suddenly awake. Her hand was squeezed between her thighs, and her fingers were soaked. So were the little shorts she'd worn to bed. She worked her fingers rapidly against her mound, putting pressure on her clit through her shorts, and in moments her orgasm hit. Mandy turned her head and screamed into her pillow, her cunt gushing. She continued to softly rub her pussy as the aftershocks of her climax made her shiver. Well, that was interesting, she thought.
In the last few days, since the night she jerked off her brother, he'd been on her mind a lot. They hadn't spoken of what happened, but they shared a lot of looks when they passed in the house. She could see Davey was embarrassed and knew they had to talk. She needed to know if it was about what they'd done, or the bombshell she'd dropped. Either way, she had to keep Davey on side.
Her younger brother was a good-looking guy. Davey was tall, just about six feet, with a wiry frame, and he wore his light brown hair in a close-cropped buzz cut she always called Astroturf. Davey had light, kind eyes and a confident smile. He'd played baseball in high school, and being an athlete gave him that confidence. She preferred thicker guys, but she got her brother's hotness. He'd taken a year off after high school, as he didn't want to start college until he had some direction. As far as Mandy knew, he was still looking for it. Luckily for him, his sister had ideas for him.
Mandy told her brother they were going to seduce their parents, but she had no idea how to make it happen. She didn't think their mom and dad were the type to fuck their son and daughter, but how much did she really know about her parents' sex life? Their parents liked to go out and have fun, that was for sure. And Carol and John--as she called them when feeling cheeky--were so close to another couple that Mandy used to wonder if the two couples were more than friends. It was hot to think of her parents being swingers.
Their parents were 46 and 51 respectively, their mom being the younger one. They had their children quickly in their late 20s because, as they said, they wanted to be young enough to have fun when the kids were grown. That meant hectic lives when they were young and growing their careers, but it paid off now. The family had a comfortable life, and now that the kids were older, Carol and John were back to going out and having fun. They weren't neglectful parents, not at all, they just had their own lives, in addition to being parents. If Mandy, or her siblings, need her parents, they were there. Mandy and Davey needed them now, but how to get their parents to understand?
Once Mandy figured out she had more than a crush on her father, she tried getting his attention. She got careless with leaving her bedroom door open while changing or leaned over to give her dad a good long look at her boobs and butt. Mandy never saw the reaction she longed for. It would take something not-so-subtle to really get her father's attention. It was time for a planning session with Davey.
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Davey's head had been spinning since the night his sister jerked him off. All he could think about was getting in her pants. Every time he was alone, he pulled up the picture he snapped of Mandy, covered in his jizz. It was insane, but his sister had him distracted from how much he wanted to fuck his mother. At the same time, Davey was wracked with guilt. He knew what they did was so very wrong, and what Mandy proposed was even sicker. How could she think they could seduce their parents? He'd fantasized about fucking his mother many times, but he never considered for a second it would ever actually happen. He knew his sick obsession was his problem, not hers. Mandy couldn't be serious, he decided. She was just being outrageous. Davey would set her straight--when he started talking to her again. Davey had been avoiding his sister, afraid he couldn't control himself if they were alone together.
Davey came home from work a few days later and found his mother alone in the house. It was early on a Friday evening. She was on the back deck with a book and a glass of wine. Davey tried to ignore the way her light summer dress accentuated her tits. She liked to wear thin, cotton maxi dresses around the house in the summer. Damn, his mom had nice tits. He forced himself to look into his mother's blue eyes instead of at her chest. She's so pretty, he thought.
"Where is everyone?" he asked, finally finding his voice.
"Your dad is out with some guys from work. Emmy is at her friend's, and I have no idea what Mandy is up to. I can't keep track of when she comes and goes these days. If she's not working, she always seems to be out running around with her friends."
"Maybe she's seeing some guy," Davey suggested. Thinking of his sister out with a guy gave him a twinge of jealousy.
"She hasn't said anything, but I know girls her age don't share everything with their mothers. I didn't. I'm sure you're not telling me all about your girls."
Davey felt his cheeks heat up. "There aren't girls, Mom."
"Come on, now. You're a handsome young man, Davey. I'm sure you have no problems getting girls. Not that I'm asking for details."
"Mom!"
"You can tell me anything, sweetheart, but there are still somethings I probably don't need to hear."
"You don't need to worry, Mom. I don't have any details. There's nothing to share."
She studied his face. "I don't know. You're awfully red. I bet there is some girl. You're 19 now. You don't need to keep girls a secret. I'm your mother, but I remember what it's like to be young."
I need to keep this one secret, Davey thought. He didn't think his mother wanted to hear about his lust for his sister. She wasn't that understanding. "No secrets, Mom."
