Mom and Dad's third annual pool party was growing raucous and rowdy. The late afternoon sun still beat down with its full fury and, once again, I had sought out the pool's cooling water for refuge. Like my parent's guests, I was slightly tipsy from the few cans of beer I'd pilfered while Mom and Dad weren't looking, and from the sips of wine and hard liquor I'd filched from unattended glasses.
My tiny, yellow-flowered bikini had quickly become semi transparent from the cool water, and I frequently caught several of the male guests staring unabashedly at my plump, pert tits and slightly distended nipples as I cavorted in the pool with them and my brother. I'd totally shaved my blonde pussy-mound earlier that morning in anticipation of wearing my newest bikini for the first time, and more than a few men cast long, lingering glances as a hint of sweet teen pussy-lips pressed tight against the wet crotch of my bikini bottom.
Under the guise of rough-housing in the pool with me and my younger—by eight minutes—brother, Drew, several of Dad's friends had taken the opportunity to press their bulging cocks against my tight, round ass as I wiggled against them in pretend play. I'd even moaned softly, but loud enough for him to hear, "Ohhh that feels good," when one of Mom's friend's husbands, Mr. Larkin, "accidentally" grabbed brief hold of my thrusting tits as he reached for the beach ball we were using to play "combat pool volleyball."
As time went on and the drinking continued, the men's stares grew longer and more leering, their accidental grabbing longer and more intimate. I detected looks of envy and hatred emanating from several of the middle-aged wives as they watched their horny husbands roughhouse with me in the pool. Sliding over next to me, Drew hissed quietly, "You better stop flirting so much, or Mom's gonna get pissed. Your nipples are sticking out like crazy, and one of these guys is going to fucking rape you right here in the damn pool.
My pussy clutched and heaved at Drew's wicked words. "I can't help it!" I whispered back with a small giggle. "I just want to see how far one of these guys will really go. Mr. Daniels was actually trying to get his finger up me a few minutes ago—he's cute, too; I'd let him fuck me in a heartbeat.
Despite Drew's warning, my horny pussy had taken over complete control of my brain, and I made a point of ensuring all the men got good views of my bikini top struggling to contain my firm teen tits as I frolicked in the water. My pussy was just beginning to pulsate with the need for a hard, hot fucking when Mom crossly called me over to the side of the pool.
"Okay, little girl," She said condescendingly, a smirk on her face. "Time for you to get your teasing little ass outta here and leave the grownups in peace. I want you in your room, out of the way; until I say its okay for you to come out, understand?"
I was about to argue back to my inebriated mother, but I knew it'd be no use—she'd ground me for weeks if I talked back to her in front of others. Instead, I smugly glared at her, letting her know I knew she was jealous of the attention I was getting.
Slowly, I pulled myself up from the deep end of the pool and imagined I heard the collective moan of all the men as they watched my clingy bikini bottom slide halfway down my firm, shapely ass. Casting one last, lingering look around the pool, I held my head high as I retreated into the house.
"You too, Andrew!" I heard my mother call out to my brother, "It's time you kids went and did your own thing."
I waited for Andrew just inside the house. As he walked through the kitchen and headed towards the stairs to the second floor, I intercepted him in the family room and pressed my damp body tightly against him. Kissing him hotly, I moaned loudly into his mouth and rubbed my hot pussy-mound against the rapidly forming bulge in his swimsuit.
"I need to get fucked so bad, Drew!" I whispered, sliding my tongue into his open mouth. "You can't believe hot wet I am! All those men staring at me made me so fucking hot. Take me upstairs and fuck my brains out!"
Drew reached out with one hand and roughly pulled the cups of my wet bikini top off my tits, exposing both plump mounds
"You fucking slut!" He growled, now squeezing and molding a hot titty in each hand. "You're lucky Mom didn't ground you forever. You gave every guy out there a fucking raging hard-on; don't think their wives and Mom didn't notice."
Pushing down on my head, my taller brother forced me to my knees in front of him. Shoving his damp swim-trunks down his firm thighs, he hissed commandingly, "Suck me, Sis. Suck my fucking cock for me!"
Whimpering with a conflicted combination of need and apprehension, I whined, "Not here! Someone might come through the kitchen and see us."
That was a bit of a stretch. Even though we were still downstairs, we were pretty much out of sight of anyone who might come into the house to get something from the kitchen or use the bathroom.
"I know," Drew responded, whacking his stiff cock-meat firmly against the side of my face. "I want them to see. I want them to see my slutty big sister with her mouth full of cock. I want Dad to see what a nasty cocksucker his little princess is. Suck on it, Kath. Do it! Do it or I won't fuck you later."
Over the past year, Drew had grown more and more demanding when it came to sex; he liked it often, and he liked it risky. Lately, he'd taken to bending me over in the hallway just outside the family room while Mom and Dad were engrossed in some TV program. Pulling my flimsy panties down over my pert, wiggling, little ass, he'd keep a hand over my mouth to prevent me from making too much noise as he slowly sawed his thick cock in and out of my slippery, tight snatch. He'd hold off his orgasm until Mom or Dad called for one of us and then he'd blast my hot muff full of sticky, baby-brother goo as I trembled under him.
Other times, he'd leave my bedroom door wide open, merrily pummeling my tiny twat as I lay on my back in my bed whimpering and squirming wildly, timing his ejaculation so that the first squirt of his cum fired up my greedy baby-hole just as Mom came in the front door from work. If she had ever come straight upstairs instead of carefully sorting the daily mail and then grabbing a glass of wine, she surely would have walked in on my bother squeezing my tiny ass in both hands as he enthusiastically filled my little bald cunt with hot, sticky sperm.
Sometimes he liked it rough and nasty, and sometimes he liked it slow and long. He also liked to share. Two of his more trusted friends, Mark and Rich had watched him fuck me and had fucked me themselves; sometimes even when Drew was not around. Fortunately, I liked everything he liked. His aggressiveness, self-assurance, and devil-may-care attitude excited and delighted me; I willingly let him do whatever he wanted to me, anytime he wanted.
That night, as I knelt in front of him, my cunt-hole fluttered and quivered wildly as I prepared to suck off my younger brother. Drew's hands were already firmly entwined in my long blonde hair as he urged me on.
"Suck it, Kath!" He demanded roughly. "Suck it all down! Show me what a good little cocksucker you are. Show me you're a little cocksucking whore. Hurry up...I don't have much time, I gotta meet Mark in 15 minutes. We're going out with Trisha and Heather tonight."
Trisha was Drew's new girlfriend. A tall, slender brunette that, I heard, spread her legs for boys almost as often as I did. I'd seen her making out with boys at parties and dances, and I understood my brother's eagerness to drill the leggy slut at the first opportunity.
Eager to make Drew forget about his upcoming date, I began to suck his cock enthusiastically. Opening my mouth wide, I swallowed half his thick cock-staff as he groaned in ecstasy. Back and forth I rapidly bobbed my head, my firm teenaged tits bouncing erotically on my chest as I stuffed my cute teenaged face with hard sibling cock. Looking up at Drew's grimacing face, I grabbed his firm ass-cheeks and pulled him into me. Soon, the entire length of his bucking cock was ensconced in my hotly sucking mouth and throat.
