When last we spoke -- or I posted, actually -- I'd been talking about the surprise I got when I'd woken up on Saturday morning, after driving to my family's home for a long weekend from college. The surprise was the fact I'd caught both Elise and Zack, my mother and brother, in his room as she knelt on the floor between his naked legs, sucking happily away on his hard cock!
What was a further surprise was that not only was I turned on as fuck, watching them sex it up, but Mom had been aware of my presence; standing out in the hallway, hidden behind my brother's half-open bedroom door. Before I knew what hit me, Mom had pulled me in with her seductive will and soon she and I were both naked, on our knees, slurping Zack's prick.
Sure, it was incest. Yeah, that was one thing that did nag in the back of my mind, even when I was so turned on that I started emulating Mom's dirty talking while coaxing my little brother into cumming all over both of our faces. But, honestly, after it was all said and done, I couldn't deny that having sex with him and Mom was the hottest thing to ever happen to me in my entire life.
In the end, they both spent the rest of the weekend showing me just how good family sex could be. Yes, both of them, because one other thing I learned was that my mother was bisexual . . . and fuck, could that woman eat pussy! Under their care and gentle loving -- and at times not-too gentle! -- I learned a lot more about sex and making love by the time I had to return to my classes at college.
One of the most memorable moments for me was the following Sunday. All day that Saturday, Mom and Zack put me through my paces; sticking to mostly oral sex and stimulation with their talented fingers. Fuck! My pussy was one pleased little kitty by the time they let me stagger off to bed to find some respite and rest.
I think Mom kept my baby brother from fucking me all day, simply because she knew if he and I did go all the way, our first time together was going to be something we'd want to remember . . . which, looking back on it now, that's exactly how it turned out to be.
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Sunday arrived and aside from Mom's usual routine of coffee, going to the store for donuts or pasties, we usually slept in as a family until mid-morning.
I came awake with all the ease of a classic weekend morning; a lazy sunrise, which didn't jar me when the sunlight peeked through my bedroom window. Accompanied by the soft sounds of the local bird song and a light touch of music, drifting up from the radio in the kitchen downstairs . . . well, it was a nice way drift out of dreamland.
I'd gone to bed nude, with my body feeling delightful from all of the attention it had been given. I stretched out, feeling a shiver run from my head down to the tips of my toes. Mmm! I guess having good sex was beneficial for having a good mood, because I was feeling great, even though I wasn't eager to get up just then. Rolling over, I let the light sheet drag across my soft skin, nuzzling into my pillow as I smiled . . . nah, no need to get up that quick.
I was snuggled up with my pillow for nearly twenty minutes I figure, and was feeling drowsy enough to drop back off to sleep again. That's when I felt the bed dip behind me. Before I could turn over, the sheet lifted and a warm body slid in, curling in close to my back as an arm snaked around my tummy in a hug.
Well, considering Mom had to be out and about her business, there was only one other person it could be.
"Mmmm, 'mornin' Zack," I murmured.
A smiling pair of lips pressed against my cheek, before I heard Zack's deep voice, "Good morning yourself, Kerry-bear."
With a giggle, I rolled over and faced my nineteen year-old brother; moving in close, while discovering he was as naked as me, and warm as a hot water bottle as I reached up to wrap my arms around him. "Mm! Someone's being a bad boy, I see . . . getting into your sister's bed without any pajamas on."
Zack hugged me tight, before saying, "Kerry, you should know I stopped wearing pajamas years ago! It's much more comfy wearing just boxer-briefs . . . or, not a damn thing at all." He arched one eyebrow in a devilish manner.
Rolling my eyes, I none the less was smiling as I scooched closer to kiss his mouth. "Well, if you have to ask my preference, I'd have to say the later suits you best."
Zack just smiled, running his hands across my arm and side. "I'll keep that in mind for the future, sis."
Raising up to look over his tall body, I asked, "Where's Mom?"
"She's gone for a while," Zack said. "Gone to get coffee and some breakfast that's more substantial than just donuts." With a chuckle he added, "After all our bedroom activities yesterday . . . well--?"
"Yeah, I could go for something good in my tummy," I said, shivering with the memory of what we three did yesterday. "So, what's the deal with you now? You just wanted to cuddle with your sister this morning?"
As I asked the question, Zack's touch became softer and more sensual, drifting lower to cup my ass as he pulled me closer. "Well . . . considering Mom's not here, and we did have some fun yesterday, I was thinking--?" He broke off as he tipped his hips closer. That's when I felt a sizable piece of his anatomy pressed up along my tummy.
"Oh!" I was surprised, feeling the rounded head of his dick leaving a bit of precum against my navel. A slight bit of hesitation fluttered across my mind . . . after all, when we were doing all the sex stuff, we had Mom to coax us along and keep things moving. Could I do this with Zack alone, just the two of us? Was I really that prepared to have full-on, penetrating sex with my brother?
Zack must've sense my bit of unease, because he said gently, "You don't have to do anything, honey, but . . . considering it's just me and you, I thought we could start off the morning in a nice way."
I asked, "But . . . what about Mom?"
Zack gave me a smile that all but melted me right then and there. "I'll always have time for Mom, but considering you're off at college most of the time . . . I just want to have some time for the two of us, to make love, together."
With a mewl, I just ducked my head into the crook of Zack's shoulder, hugging him so tight I think I'd have popped a few of his ribs! Fuck me! I said it once before . . . with that deep, mellow voice of his and his choice of words, just how could any woman resist such a sweet talker like my baby brother?
Pulling back, I looked into Zack's baby-blue eyes and smiled with open invitation, saying, "Oh, little brother, I don't think there's nothing more that I'd love to do . . . especially since it's my hunk of a sibling!"
Zack literally purred a moan as he ran his hand down my back, squeezing my ass as he said, "You've learned your lessons from Mom well, Kerry-bear." Dipping me back so he was half-raised over my body as it lay there, Zack kissed me like a lover should: slow, soft with lots of tongue and even a few swipes across my lips. Kissing him back, I stroked his back, feeling the muscles move slowly as we both writhed and slid against one another under the sheet. Soon, our sensual movements had kicked it aside, leaving us exposed on the white cotton top sheet; his buff form only just a few inches taller than my slim, creamy body. My copper-red hair was spread over my pillow, pushed and petted as Zack reached up from time to time to run his fingers through it.
God, fuck me . . . I was used to being pawed and man-handled by my former dates and boyfriends. Zack's touch put them all to shame. He was firm when he should be, soft and gentle when needed and the feel of his hands and body was just bliss! I just couldn't get enough of his touch, his feel, nor the heat coming off of him as he literally worshiped me from lips to toe-tips and back again.
Sliding down my body, he played with my breasts and nipples; making them hum with pleasure. Trailing love bites down my side, he got to my tummy and lingered there. Licking around my belly button, he invoked some giggles from me before moving lower.
Raising up on my elbows, I looked down at his brown-haired head and smiled in anticipation. "What're gonna do, baby? Hmm?" I rolled my hips as he got closer to my crotch. Remembering how hot Mom's dirty talk made us the first time together, I egged Zack on, saying, "Come on, Zack . . . show me what you wanna do with your big sister. You want to taste me . . . stick your tongue in that sweet, sweet pussy, baby?"
Growling, Zack rubbed his cheeks along the bare skin that flanked the flaming fleece adorning my cunt. "Mm, yeah . . . wanna eat you up, Kerry-bear," he murmured, making my skin vibrate with his lips pressed against my sex.
"Yeah, I bet you do," I said, sighing as I lifted one leg to rub my foot along his bare back. "You'd love to eat me alive, eh? C'mon, Zack. Don't tease your big sister . . . she wants you to eat her cunt. Drink her cream . . . mmm, don't wait any longer--!" My words were cut off, as my brother swooped in and wrapped his lips around my pussy; his tongue splitting my labia and diving deep inside. My breath hitched, as I bucked my hips up against his chin. Ripples of pleasure-fire raced along every nerve as Zack sucked and slurped on my intimate flesh.
Reaching up, Zack used two fingers to pry my pussy open wider, giving his all as he devoured it. If there's one thing I learned from the previous day, Mom had taught my brother how to be a first-class pussy-pleaser. He was driving me up the wall with every circuit of his thick tongue in my cunt, until I could feel the tingle of an oncoming orgasm.
A feeling which doubled, then tripled when he latched onto my clit, while rubbing one finger inside my pussy, over an inch of flesh that just tripped my trigger.
Grabbing onto his hair with both hands, my hips were bucking like a bronco as my orgasm built and built. "Ooo, baby . . . oh, please, don't stop! Ahh, I'm gonna . . . oh! OH! Yes!" My thighs clenched tight around his shoulders as my climax hit me hard and fast. My pussy was literally squeezing out a torrent of cream all over Zack's chin and lips, and he drank it all with gusto.
Eventually, the wonderful feeling ebbed and I fell back against the bed, trying to get my breath back. When I more or less was calm, I looked down over my tits and smiled at my brother. He was propped on one elbow, grinning like a cat in the cream, his blue eyes twinkling with good humor.
