family-secrets

Family Secrets
BLEDAR TOLA
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Chapter 1
"Carter! You're home! I missed you baby," said Isabella throwing her arms around her husband's
neck and giving him a deep, wet kiss, while reaching down to feel his emerging erection through
his pants.
Rubbing his penis with her hand through his trousers while applying just the right amount of
pressure to the head of his cock with her fingertips, she knew just how to excite her man.
"I missed you too sweetheart," he said returning her passion with his kiss with one hand on her
back and his other hand cupping her sweet, round, firm ass.
"This was such a long absence Carter. I feel as though you were gone forever on your business
trip this time. I missed your cock baby," she said giving him a sexy look. "I'm so horny for you
lover," she said kissing and kissing him while rubbing him through his pants and leaning into
him to blow in his ear.
With their sexual flames still burning brightly, a couple who had been married for more than
twenty years, their romance and their sexual passion was still red hot with sexy adventures and
kinky, public sex. Not shy about publicly sharing their passion for others to watch, something
they've always done, even before their Honeymoon, it aroused both husband and wife for others
to see them naked and/or having sex. Nude beaches in Clearwater Florida or in Key West have
long been their preferred vacation spots with hotel rooms where they could make love in front of
the open windows for others to see.
With Carter always traveling for his work, they vacationed less and were separated more and for
longer periods of time. Now they had to be content pushing the sexual envelope of exhibitionism
and voyeurism by flashing where they weren't expected to flash around their neighborhood. So
long as they made their flashes appear accidental, none of the neighbors complained that they
were given a nightly, sexy show. Even though they talked about swinging, satisfied for others
just to watch, they weren't yet comfortable or ready to share one another by having sex with
others. Still just an erotic conversation that's sexually arousing, they whispered their secret,
sexual desires for others during their private, pillow talking sessions.
"Sorry but it was important that I stay the extra couple of days to close the deal. I love you
Isabella," he said kissing her again and again as if he was on his honeymoon. "I have eyes for
only you. You are the love of my life," he said kissing her again and again while feeling her

abundant breast and fingering her big nipple.
She pulled away from him to look at him with excitement while running her fingers through his
chestnut, brown hair.
"I have a surprise for you," she said unable to contain herself while laughing with glee.
"You do? I like surprises," he said closing his eyes. "What is it?"
"You don't have to close your eyes for this surprise. You can keep them wide open Carter
because you won't believe what I'm about to show you."
Caught up in her excitement, he opened his eyes to look at her.
"Is it a surprise that I'll like?"
"Oh yeah," she said with a sexy look while laughing. "You're going to love this surprise."
"Is it something to eat?"
"It could be," she said laughing again. "It depends how far we're willing you go with it and how
far I'll allow you to go," she said giving him a sexy look.
He returned her look of excitement with his own.
"Is it a sexy surprise?"
"Yes," she said jumping up and down and clapping her hands.
"What? Tell me. What's the surprise Isabella?"
She looked at her husband with baited breath. Obviously enjoying the moment before telling him
the surprise, she's been excited for nearly a week to share the sexy surprise with him.
"We have a new neighbor. A cute little, sexy thing, she's a living doll," she said holding his
hands in hers. "You're going to like her. I've already met her. Her name is Christine and are you
ready?"
"What? Tell me," he said getting just as excited as she was.

"She's Asian."
"Asian? No way. In this uptight neighborhood," he said laughing. "Who allowed her in this
closed community?"
"Being that I know how you've always had a thing for Asian women, I knew you'd be just as
thrilled as I am."
"A new neighbor? An Asian woman? Wow! Seriously? We do?"
"Oh yeah, we do," said Isabella. "I can't wait for you to meet her. I can't wait for you to see her
and for her to see you, if you know what I mean" she said with a giggle.
"Oh my God. Wow! Christmas has come early," he said laughing.
"Merry Christmas in October," she said.
"So tell me, is she Chinese, Japanese, Korean, or—"
"She's Japanese and she's from Tokyo. Very submissive," said Isabella winking, "she's wicked
nice. Take a breath and then, when you're ready to see her, look out our bedroom window."
As if she had been watching them and watching their loving exchange, Carter turned to see a
beautiful, Asian woman with long, dark, blue black hair, wave to him, before bowing to him
from her bedroom window, from the house next door. Their houses were so close to one another,
merely twenty feet apart. With their windows free of blinds, shades, and/or drapes due to the
exhibitionists and voyeurs that they all were, as if she was sitting at the far end of his bedroom
instead of across the way, he could almost reach across and touch her. He waved back to his new
neighbor with his best welcome to the neighborhood smile.
"Hello Christine," he said mouthing the words before focusing his attention back to his wife.
"She seems friendly," he said with a dirty laugh.
"Friendly is a gross understatement Carter," laughed Isabella. "Very demur and passively
subservient, albeit extremely sexual, she's already like one of the family," said Isabella with a
laugh.
"She is? Why do you say that she's one of the family already? And how do you know that she's
extremely sexual?"

"Better than telling you, I can show you," said Isabella.
Carter looked at his wife with confusion.
"Show me what?"
"In the same way that we do," said his wife pausing for effect before standing on her toes to
whisper in his ear, "she likes to watch."
They looked at one another and laughed as if they were school children having shared a secret or
won a lottery prize.
"Knowing you as I do," he said with a dirty laugh, "tell me, what have you been showing
Christine and what has she been watching? Moreover, what has Christine been showing you?"
"She's been watching me change my clothes," she said with sexual excitement. "Returning the
favor, I've been watching her change her clothes too," said Isabella stepping back to look at her
husband, obviously to see how he reacted to her voyeurism and exhibitionism news before
confessing the rest. "We've already seen one another naked numerous times. She has an exquisite
body."
"Naked?"
"Naked," she said.
Carter looked at his wife with shocked, sexual excitement. She was always shocking him
sexually. In the same way that he looked at her when she told him that she went walking naked
on a beach that wasn't a nude beach, he looked at her now for stripping naked in front of their
new neighbor.
"Seriously?"
"Yes," she said.
"Totally naked?"
"Yes. Naked is naked, Carter," she said laughing. "We've seen one another naked several times."
"Wait, too much sexual information for me to process all at once," he said while laughing,

"lemme wrap my brain around this. You've been undressing in front of her and she's been
undressing in front of you?"
"Yes," she said this time with me sexual excitement in her voice.
"Wow, that's a first for you, undressing in front of a woman instead flashing a man. That's so
hot," he said.
"With me giving her a show, she's been giving me a show too. What are the odds of having a
neighbor who not only likes to watch but also who likes to play," she said leaning into him.
"It sounds like we've hit the sexual jackpot," he said.
"I'm just hoping she's not a lesbian. Being that it would be so much more fun if she was bi sexual
so that we both could enjoy the voyeurism and exhibitionism experience, I'm hoping she goes
both ways," said Isabella. "This is so exciting" she said whispering in his ear again as if she
thought that her neighbor could hear her when she couldn't.
"Just so that it's not my horniness putting words in my brain, when you say she's been giving you
a show, do you mean that she's been undressing in front of you too? Yes? Am I right to think
that?"
"Yes, already I told you that," said Isabella nodding her head and laughing. "Obviously you're in
shock," she laughed. "Just as I've been stripping myself naked for her, she's been stripping
herself naked for me too."
"Wow! Oh my God. That's even hotter. I can't believe it," he said. "We not only have a new
neighbor but also we have the perfect neighbor."
With his curiosity getting the better of him, hoping not to frighten her away by staring, Carter
turned to look at his new neighbor again. Knowing that his wife was an exhibitionist, he was
obviously more surprised that not only was Isabella playing with another woman but also that
Christine was giving his wife a striptease show. What are the odds of having two exhibitionist
women who were both voyeurs, as well, living next door to one another in view of a voyeuristic
man?
Seemingly, without a doubt, this was the perfect voyeurism and exhibitionism storm. With a
perfect wife and now a perfect neighbor, in the sexual excitement that he showed, it was difficult
to tell if he was more surprised that his wife suspected that Christine was bi sexual or that she
reciprocated Isabella's striptease show by stripping herself naked too. Life doesn't get any better
than this. If he didn't know better, he'd question his wife's motives in stripping herself naked in

front of her female neighbor. A first time for everything and an encouraging prospect, now he
wondered if his wife was thinking about having sex with another woman.
Maybe Christine titillated Isabella's lesbian curiosity enough that she'd have sex with her. How
hot would that be? He'd like for his wife to have sex with Christine. So long as he could watch
and so long as he could participate later too, he'd be agreeable to his wife having some
extramarital fun with another woman. She's always been bi curious but other than just talking
about having sex with a woman and whispering about a threesome while they had sex, they've
never done anything about their sexual fantasies to include others. Perhaps now with such a sexy,
voyeuristic and exhibitionistic neighbor living right next door, that's the erotic magic they both
needed to take the next step in trying the swinging lifestyle.
Being that he's always wanted a threesome with his wife and her best friend, Evelyn, now he
thought about having a sexy threesome with Christine. How hot would that be just to walk next
door to have three way sex? How hot would that be to have threesome sex with an Asian woman
as his wife's lover and possibly his lover too? Only, when opening up Pandora's Box and never
again able to close it, he wondered if he'd feel the same way if it was another man watching his
wife undress and another man stripping naked in front of his wife. Suddenly feeling possessively
jealous, willing to share his wife with another woman, he wasn't ready to share his wife with
another man.
"Touching herself as if getting ready to masturbate, she never removed her eyes from me when I
stripped myself naked," said Isabella. "As if I was stripper on stage, in the way she looked at me
and watched me slowly undress, she made me feel so sexy and so beautiful. Then with her
reciprocating by undressing in front of me too, watching her strip naked was so hot. Never have I
been as aroused while watching another woman undress. I only wish you had been here to see
her too," she said. "I swear, with her making me so horny, had you been here yesterday, I was
ready to go over there and do her."
"Wow," said Carter again, the only word that he could utter.
Totally shocked, he turned to look at his neighbor again who was now sitting in her bedroom
chair while pretending to read a book. Every now and then, her eyes would look over the top of
the book before she'd lower the book low enough for him to see her smile. Was she teasing him
in the way she teased his wife and in the way that he hoped she'd tease him too? With her chair
positioned directly across from his bedroom window, she had a bird's eye view of their bedroom.
Moreover with her windows uncovered in the way that their windows were uncovered with no
blinds, no shades, and no drapes, he had a bird's eye view of her bedroom too.

"If you don't believe me, see for yourself. Go ahead. I dare you to undress in front of her," said
Isabella with a dirty laugh. "With Christine sitting there watching you, I double dare you to strip
yourself naked. I'm curious to see her reaction to seeing you naked too. Besides, I need for you to
get naked anyway. Away from me for too long and no doubt backed up with cum, I need to milk
you anyway baby."
"Here? Now? Seriously? You want to milk me in front of her?" He turned to look at his new
neighbor. "She's right there Tiff," he said without pointing. "She can see us. If she can see me
undressing," he said with obvious sexual excitement, "she'll definitely see you sticking your
finger up my ass to milk me."
"Yes," said Isabella. "So? Duh? That's the whole point of you stripping naked Carter. Give her a
show in the way that I gave her a show and maybe, in the way that she gave me a sexy, naked
striptease show, she'll give you a sexy, naked striptease show too."
"Wait, this is so exciting but I have to pee first," he said. "I haven't peed since before I got on the
plane."
"Why didn't you pee on the plane?"
"I hate their bathrooms. They're too small," he said.
With the mirrored, bathroom door wide open, Carter disappeared in the master bedroom
bathroom with Isabella in tow. Typical of what they do in private, they now did with Christine as
their audience. As if he was king and Isabella was his personal penis holder, his wife unzipped
him and pulled out his cock for him to pee. Holding his cock while he peed was her concession
to him not giving her a golden shower, something he always wanted to do was something that
she wasn't willing to try.
Now only giving Christine a mirrored reflected view of his cock but also a golden shower show,
he was excited to flash his new neighbor his cock in that perverse way. Something he always
wanted to do with his wife, pee on her, he was afraid to force the issue after she turned him down
several times before. Just a sexual fetish to him, a fetish or not, she took him urinating on her as
defiling her. He wondered if his new neighbor was into golden showers. Maybe instead of
golden showers she was into butake. Giving her a real cum bath, he'd love to masturbate all over
her face in the sexy way that his wife allows him to cum all over her face.
"Perhaps when you eat my pussy when I'm menstruating," she said laughing while knowing that
Carter had an aversion to blood, "I'll consider you peeing on me." Pee for period, this was her
way of not being urinated on by her husband.

Able to see her through his peripheral vision staring at his cock and at his pee stream, he
wondered again if Christine was into golden showers. How hot would that be if she was? He'd
love to pee on her. He'd love to try some new sexual things with his new neighbor that he'd never
dare try with his wife.
Still holding his cock for him, after he finished peeing, she shook it for him while squeezing it
forward, once, twice, and three times. In anticipation to her sucking his cock, no doubt, Isabella
wiped him with toilet tissue. Then, while still holding his cock in her hand, she moved him to the
sink where she washed his cock with warm water. With his cock clean and at the ready to have
sex with his wife, he zipped himself and returned to the bedroom with his wife to play more with
Christine.
Beyond bizarre, a new sexual fantasy to explore with the neighbor conveniently right next door,
this was so forbidden, kinky, and yet so sexually exciting. What if she called the cops to report
that he was exposing himself to her he wondered? Yet, undressing in his own house, the most the
police would tell him to do is to pull his shades. It's his house after all. He could walk around
naked if he wanted to walk around naked. If she didn't like seeing his cock, she could pull her
own damn shades.
Nervous with sexual anticipation as if he was about to have sex with the woman for the first
time, Carter stood in front of his bed that was positioned ten feet from his open window and in
full view of his new neighbor. Sexually excited about getting naked in front of Christine who he
had yet to even meet, normally, he'd never strip naked in front of his neighbor, especially one
who live right next door. Any time he flashed himself to a woman, in the way his wife did too,
he always made it appear accidental.
Besides, stripping naked in front of a man was Isabella's typical role to play while Carter
watched and perhaps masturbated. Sometimes, depending on the man and with Carter watching
his wife expose herself from a distance and with the man not knowing that Carter was there
watching too, the man would masturbate too. In was one thing to voyeur someone but it was so
much more exciting when adding the two together, voyeurism and exhibitionism.
This was the first time that he'd be so brazenly stripping naked in front of a woman while
knowing that she was right there, practically sitting in his bedroom and watching. Yet, cajoled,
coerced and double dared by his wife to strip naked, using that as his excuse to expose himself,
he immediately and submissively obeyed his wife while stripping himself naked. Giving him a
blow by blow account of Christine's actions by hiding herself to the side to peep out the window,
Isabella kept watch of her new neighbor while Carter stripped himself naked.

"She's watching you Carter. Don't be obvious. Don't look over at her," said Isabella. "With this
all just a game of voyeurism and exhibitionism, pretend that you don't know that she's there
watching you."
"Oh my God Isabella. I'm so excited. Can I look? I want to see her watching me," he said.
"No don't look Carter. Pretend that you don't know that she can see you undressing. She's
watching you undress baby. She's watching you Carter. This is so hot," said Isabella. "Oh my
God this is so hot to watch another woman watching my man undressing and getting naked."
"I can't believe I'm doing this Tiff. I'm shaking, I'm so excited," he said kicking off his shoes and
removing his shirt and pants as if he was on fire. "Beyond just flashing a woman, I feel as if I'm a
male stripper," he said with a laugh. "Other than to flash her my cock while peeing, I haven't
even shown her my cock yet and I already have an erection."
"Let's not disappoint her. Let's give her something to see. When you remove your underwear,
turn to the side and flash her your cock. Show her your cock Carter," said his wife. "I'm dying to
see the look on her face when she sees that monster fully erected."
Even though he's already given her a preview of his cock when he was peeing, now that he has
an erection, it was shock and awe time. As if removing the shroud from a new and much
anticipated sculpture, Carter pulled down his underwear to show his neighbor his still growing
erection. Released from his underwear, immediately his cock sprang to life and bounced up and
down as if it was held there by a tight spring.
"I'm excited just knowing that she's looking," said Carter. "Normally I'm the one who's the
voyeur. Normally, I'm the one who's looking and watching. Never have I had a woman look at
me in that way that Christine is looking at me now, that is, except for you Tiff," he said standing
closer to the window to give her a better look.
"Thank you baby," said Isabella.
"It's fun being the exhibitionistic one, especially when the one being flashed likes to watch. Just
as it's exciting for me to watch you flashing your beautiful body to another man, it's always
exciting for me to flash my cock to a woman," he said while wishing that he could flash his cock
to Evelyn, his wife's best friend.
"Just as you flashing a woman is new to you, watching you flash a woman is new to me too,"
said Isabella. "I like watching you exposing yourself, especially to someone who so likes to
watch."
Now that he was flashing Christine, he couldn't help but think of flashing Evelyn. He'd love to

flash his engorged prick to his wife's best friend. Having fantasized about her seeing his cock and
even having had pillow talk about the both of them having sex with her, he'd love to have sex
with Evelyn.
"Beyond bizarre, with old, Mrs. Thompson living there for years, before she went to live in a
nursing home, I never expected that I'd be flashing anyone from my bedroom window. Putting a
stop to our flashing fun and forcing us to pull our shades and close our drapes, I figured that
whoever bought that big, old house next door would have a bunch of kids."
"I bet you'd love to flash your cock to Evelyn," said Isabella teasing her husband with sexual
wickedness as if reading his mind.
As if her words were an electrical shock, he felt his cock pulsate at the mere thought of flashing
Evelyn.
"Evelyn?" He looked at his wife to read her face to see if she was serious, joking, or angry by the
thought of him flashing her best friend. When he saw that she was serious, curious to play her
gave of truth or dare, he didn't deny the truth. "Yeah, I would. I'd love to flash Evelyn my cock,"
he said waiting to watch his wife's reaction to his confession. "I wonder what she'd do if I flashed
her."
"Oh my God that would be so outrageous Carter if you ever flashed Evelyn your cock," said
Isabella laughing. "Evelyn's not like that. She'd probably faint if she ever saw your cock,
especially in the way that it's stiffly aroused now."
Forgetting Christine for the moment, he was now more focused on flashing Evelyn than on
flashing his neighbor. He tried thinking of all the ways that he could flash her while making his
flashing appear accidental so that he wouldn't get in trouble with Evelyn or with his wife.
"What do think she'd do if I flashed her my erection? Would she look or would she look away?
Surely nothing more than a sexual fantasy, I imagine her reaching out her hand to touch me and
to stroke me before falling to her knees to suck me," he said admitting his desire for her best
friend and looking at his wife to see if she was serious about him flashing himself to Evelyn.
Going overboard in his confession, he showed his wife his cards too soon. He should have held
his cards closer to his vest and bluffed by saying that he'd never flash Evelyn his cock. Horny
before and even hornier now, with Christine staring at his exposed cock and after talking about
flashing Evelyn his erect prick, he was becoming even more sexually excited. Now he wanted to
masturbate in front of Christine. Now he wanted to give her a real cum show.

"I have no idea what Evelyn would do if she saw your cock but keep dreaming Carter," said
Isabella with a laugh.
When she didn't continue sharing her thoughts of him flashing Evelyn, in the way that she said
what he was thinking before, he hoped he'd say what she was thinking now.
"Not really knowing how else to flash her, as if you were playing a practical joke on me, maybe
you could sneak up behind me and pull my pajama bottoms down in front of Evelyn. With all it
being such a surprise and such a joke that you played on me, I wonder what her reaction would
be to seeing my stiff or flaccid prick."
Only instead of agreeing to help him flash his cock to Evelyn by pulling down his pajama
bottoms in front of her friend, she put the kibosh on his exhibitionistic thoughts.
"I don't know about that Carter. One of the family, not only is she my best friend and like a sister
to me but also she's my business partner too. I don't want to ruin things between us by helping
you to flash her your cock," she said.
"Okay," he said. "Just kidding," he said trying to cover his tracks. "I was just thinking out loud."
"Now that you have Christine to flash, there are plenty of other women out there that you can
flash. I don't think Evelyn would react positively and/or sexually to seeing your big dick.
Besides, she's not like us. She's not like that and I think her seeing your prick would not only
really embarrass her but also make her feel uncomfortable," said Isabella.
"It's okay. I was just sexually fantasizing. Sorry. I was just verbalizing my sexy thoughts out
loud," he said obviously disappointed that his wife wouldn't enable him by helping him to flash
Evelyn.
Furthermore, he was embarrassed that he just confessed his lust for her best friend.
"Moreover, something we never discussed but as far as I know, Evelyn may be a lesbian being
that I've never seen her with a man and she never talks about dating men or woman for that
matter. Just an old maid, she's not very sexual or sexy," said Isabella.
Not sexual or sexy? Gees, if only his wife knew that every time Evelyn walked in the room, she
had his stiffest attention. For his wife to say that Evelyn isn't sexy, maybe she's jealous of the
short skirts and low cut blouses that she always wears. She's always showing off her shapely legs
and her long line of cleavage. If only she knew he's seen Evelyn in her panties and bra, topless,
and even naked, he wondered what she'd say. Better not to push the sexual envelope, especially

now that he has Christine to entertain and for her to entertain him, he decided not to talk about
Evelyn.
"Okay. At least I have an early Christmas gift with Christine, a sexy, beautiful Asian woman to
flash," he said with a laugh while turning side to side to make sure that his sexy neighbor was
getting a good look of his cock.
"Obviously she's impressed with seeing your prick Carter. She closed her book and is feeling her
breast with one hand and rubbing her crotch with her other," said Isabella still peeping out the
window at Christine.
"I just hope she removes her clothes and doesn't call the police," said Carter looking from his
wife to look at his new neighbor. "A good sign that she wants to play and being the voyeur that I
am, I'd like to see her naked too." He looked at his wife and kissed her. "I've always wanted to
disprove the fallacy that Asian pussy slits go sideways instead of straight up and down," he said
with a laugh.
"Sideways? Where'd you hear such a thing?" Isabella looked at her husband with disbelief. He
was always saying something stupid, especially when it came to women. "I can tell you right
now that she has the same pussy slit that I do."
"Sorry, I was just kidding about her pussy going sideways. It was something that I believed when
I was younger and not as sexually experienced as I am now," he said.
"So, you've never had sex with an Asian woman?"
"No," he said. "You know that I haven't had sex with anyone but you," he said with a laugh.
"So says you," she said. "I'm sure before you married me that you had your share of women."
"Just as you had your share of men, no doubt," he said while waiting for his wife to add to the
sexual confessions she made about her past lovers.
When she didn't volunteer any more information about her sexual past, he returned his focus
back to Christine.
"Damn, Tiff, do you see her staring at me? My God, she makes me feel so special," he said. "I'd
love to see her naked."
"Having seen her naked already," said Isabella reaching her hand down and over to fondle his
cock, "I can tell you that she has a hot body. Unusual for an Asian woman to have big tits, she

has big tits. Probably a C cup, I can't tell if they're natural or silicone. They looked real to me
from here," she said.
"I'd like to see you naked too," he said to his wife. "Get naked sweetheart. Show me and
Christine some skin."
"Yeah, maybe with the both of us stripping naked, we can encourage her to strip naked too," said
Isabella.
As if giving her a private striptease show, Isabella stood in front of her bedroom window as if
she was standing in front of her bedroom mirror. Making her striptease more exotically erotic
than Carter did by just stripping off his clothes, taking her time sweet time undressing, she
slowly unbuttoned her blouse and stopped before unbuttoning each button to look down at
herself to see what her neighbor could see. One slow button at a time, as if she was an actress on
the set during a sex scene, treating her bedroom window as if it was the camera, she never looked
up at her window. As if oblivious to Christine watching her, she removed her blouse and tossed
in on the bed before turning back to face the window.
"She's watching you Tiff. In the way she just stared at me, she's really staring at you," said Carter
with it being his turn to give his wife the blow by blow.
Then, as if unwrapping an expensive gift given to her for Christmas, she unbuttoned and
unzipped her short skirt. Parading around the room in her panty and bra, she bent, leaned, and
stretched to show Christine what she was obviously looking to see. For a 42 year old woman,
Isabella had a hot body. Unbelievably and fortunately for him, Evelyn had an even hotter body
than his wife, no doubt because she never had any children. Looking ten years younger, Evelyn
was hot, wicked hot. She was the one woman that he always wanted to bed. Even if only lusting
over her from afar, he was so happy to have two sexy women in his life. Now with the addition
of Christine as his new, sexy neighbor, he was on sexual overload.
"Is she still watching me Carter?"
"Still watching you? She's hypnotized, mesmerized, and transfixed on watching you strip naked
Tiff," said Carter with a chuckle. "You're giving her a better show than I gave her."
Then with her hands poised behind her back, as if there was silent drumroll in the background,
she unhooked her bra. Playing to her audience of one, in the way that a stripper does on stage,
she lowered one bra strap before lowering the other. As if removing baking tins to reveal her
beautiful pastries, she removed her bra cups while bending at the waist to shake her tits and

staring at her new neighbor.
Ever so slowly and methodically, she peeled down her panties until the top of her trimmed,
blonde pussy was revealed to her new neighbor. Then, as if she was a stripper on stage but one
without a pole, she turned and bent at the waist again while lowering her panties more to show
Christine her round, firm ass and a revealing shot of her pussy lips. Turning back around to face
Christine topless again, she removed her panty to flash Christine her naked pussy. Naked before
her husband and before her sexy neighbor, Isabella and Carter were naked.
"Wow," said Carter. "Your sexy striptease got my attention," he said looking from his wife to
look down at his erection.
Standing there naked and in plain view of her neighbor, Isabella opened her nightstand drawer to
retrieve what she needed to continue her sexy show. Instead of pulling out a vibrator or a dildo to
pleasure herself for her enjoyment and for Christine's entertainment, she pulled out a blue, rubber
glove. Holding her right hand in the air while donning her blue, rubber glove and smiling, she
acted as if she was a doctor of proctology but without the license, white coat, shingle on the
door, and name tag.
Chapter 2
"Bend over and say Ahh," laughed Isabella to Carter while holding her blue, rubber gloved finger
in the air.
Immediately he obeyed by standing in front of his unshaded bedroom window and bending at the
waist to stick his naked ass in his new neighbor's face and immediately Isabella responded by
reaching around him to stick her gloved finger in his ass. He could see Christine even from this
angle with his head cocked backwards and to the side. She was still sitting in her bedroom chair
across the way and in direct view of their bedroom window while watching them playing their
sexy games.
"Ahh!"
"Christine is leaning forward in her chair watching you Carter," said his wife.
Without hesitation, as if she was a doctor giving a hypodermic needle by distracting her patient
first, she inserted her finger in his anal cavity.
"Ouch! Gees, Tiff, take it easy," he said recoiling from her touch. "You could have at least lubed
your finger first before sticking it up my ass."

"Sorry. I was so excited for Christine to watch me milking you that I forgot the lube," said
Isabella pulling out her finger to lube his anal cavity and to put some lube on her finger. She
reinserted her gloved finger up her husband's ass again. "How's this?"
"Better," he said. "It's cold but I've grown accustomed to the cold first and hot sensation later.
Only take it easy with your finger Tiff or you'll have me cumming too fast and the show that I
want to give Christine will be over too soon."
Rather than milking him, no doubt wanting to delay the show by having him take his time
cumming while stroking himself, Isabella removed her gloved finger from his anal cavity sooner
than she wanted. As if she was the director of a pornographic movie, she directed her husband.
"Let's see if we can get her going. Slowly masturbate yourself Carter while turning to face her.
Allow her to watch you playing with yourself. Let's see her reaction when you cum," said his
wife. "I'm dying to see the look on her face."
Carter looked from Christine to look at his wife with a mixture of sexual excitement and nervous
concern.
"Are you sure? I don't even know her and with me standing here naked and having not yet even
meeting her, she may call the police to tell them that I'm naked and masturbating in front of her,"
he said with uncontrolled sexual excitement while continuing to stroke himself in front of his
neighbor and wife.
When it came to sex, it was Isabella who was in control and he did everything that she asked of
him.
"Trust me," said Isabella with a dirty laugh. "I seriously doubt that she'll call the cops on you for
undressing and/or masturbating in your own bedroom. Being that she could move from her perch
and not sit across from our bedroom window, she could just pull her shades if she didn't want to
see the show."
"You're right," he said.
"It takes two Carter and you're just unaccustomed to the change in your role. With the tables
turned this time and with you being the exhibitionist instead of the voyeur, she's the voyeur.
She's the one who's watching you Carter. She's the one who's looking for and wanting to see
more," said Isabella. "You aren't doing anything wrong by undressing and/or masturbating in
your own bedroom."
"You're always right. Okay," said Carter stroking himself faster.

Only just as Carter was beginning his masturbation show, Christine turned off her bedroom light.
"Damn. Too late. Show's over," said Isabella with obvious disappointment. "She just turned off
her bedroom light."
"Damn," said Carter figuring that her not wanting to watch had nothing to do with him. "Maybe
she was turned off by me masturbating. Maybe she's a lesbian," said Carter. "Maybe she'd rather
watch you than me undressing and masturbating."
"Well that sucks," said Isabella. "Not nearly done yet, I still wanted to play."
"Play? Why? Why even bother?" Feeling rejected, he looked to his wife and shrugged.
"Obviously she's more interested in watching you undress and masturbating yourself than in
watching me undress and masturbating myself. Now, I'll never know if I turned her on or turned
her off," said Carter.
"Wait Carter. Not so fast," said Isabella peering out her bedroom window. "I can still see her
from the dim streetlight. She's sitting there in the dark while watching you and she hasn't
removed her eyes from your cock."
"Really? No way! Oh my God, Isabella, this is so exciting. I can't believe she's staring at my
cock. I can't believe she's watching me masturbate. She's our sexy, dream, voyeuristic and
exhibitionistic neighbor come true," he said.
"Here we go Carter. Here we go. I can't believe it. I told you. What did I tell you? She's
unbuttoning her blouse. Can you see her? She just removed her blouse. She's sitting there in her
bra watching you masturbate. She's feeling her breasts and fingering her nipple through her bra.
Do you see her?"
"No, I don't see her," said Carter.
"She just stood up to unbutton and unzip her skirt. There goes her skirt," said Isabella with
sexual excitement in her voice. "Wow! She has such a hot body Carter. Doesn't she?"
"Oh my God, I wish I could see her hot body. This is so exciting. I can't wait to cum Tiff. I can't
wait for her to watch me cum," he said.
"She's sitting there in her panty and bra Carter while watching you masturbate. She's sitting there
in her sexy underwear and touching herself while watching you playing with yourself. Can you
see her Carter? Do you see her? She's so hot. She's so sexy," said Isabella.

"I can't see her. No, I don't see her," said Carter peering through the dark. "Where is she? Oh,
wait. There she is. Yes, I see her. I just needed time for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. She's
right there," he said. "Damn, she has a hot body. Damn, she does have big tits."
"Stroke yourself Carter. Let her see you playing with yourself and maybe she'll masturbate
herself too," said Isabella. "That would be so awesome for the both of you masturbating for one
another at the same time."
Carter started fondly his cock before slowly stroking himself again and before stroking himself
harder and faster.
"Oh my God, Tiff, I'm too aroused. I'm so frigging horny. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. I
swear to God, Tiff, I'm going to cum," he said. "I'm going to cum."
"Don't cum Carter. Not yet and not until I give you my permission to cum. Your cock belongs to
me. It's up to me to tell you when to cum," she said with a sexy laugh. "Being that I saw her first
and have been playing our sexy little games all week with her, this is my game to play. Slow
down. Slow down. Don't stroke so fast. Don't cum yet Carter. Not yet."
"Oh God, Tiff. I don't know if I can stop what I've already started. I'm so ready to cum," he said.
"Stop stroking yourself for a minute and take a breath," she said looking down at his prick. "Now
wait. Just stand there without touching yourself for a minute. There, see? Now had you already
ejaculated, I suspect her show would have been over too," said Isabella.
"Okay," said Carter.
"In the way she always did before when it was just the two of us undressing in front of one
another and masturbating, I want to see if she'll undress," said Isabella. "I want you to see her
naked first before you cum. Just as she's watching you masturbating yourself, I want to watch her
masturbating herself too," said his wife.
"I'll hold out for as long as I can Tiff but I can't stop myself from cumming too much longer. I'm
ready to explode now," said Carter beginning to slowly stroke himself again.
"Wait Carter just a little longer. Oh my God, I don't believe this. She just removed her bra and
she's fingering her nipples. Look Carter. Look. Do you see her big tits?"

"God yes. She has nice, big tits and big nipples too," he said. "I'd love to suck those big,
Japanese melons."
Isabella paused in her blow by blow description to look at her husband enjoying himself with
their new neighbor before speaking her thoughts.
"So long as she agrees to having you suck her big tits, maybe I'll allow you suck her tits if I can
watch," said Isabella with a sexual excitement that he's never seen coming from her before.
"Really?" Carter looked at his wife with lust. "You'd really let me have sex with Christine?"
"I don't know Carter. That's a big step for us. We'll see," she said. "It's up to Christine and not up
to us anyway," she said. "Maybe we can just start with her masturbating you while you touch her
and feel her tits."
"Can I kiss her too while touching her and feeling her?" Carter looked at his wife.
"Kiss her?" She stopped her surveillance of her neighbor to look at her husband. "I don't know.
That may be a little too personal. Sex is one thing but intimacy is something else. I don't want to
lose you to her. I don't want you falling in love with the woman Carter," she said looking at him
with concern.
"I only love you Tiff. I'll always only love you Tiff," he said. "It's just fun to think about having
sex with her, even if I never have sex with her," he said not only lying to himself but also lying
to his wife.
Only, he wasn't fooling anyone, not himself and especially not his wife. Not satisfied with the
possibility of having Christine masturbate him while he touched and felt he tits and fingered her
nipples, he wanted to kiss her too. Obviously having sex with her wasn't enough, he wanted to
make love to her. Then, from one sexy step, he took another giant leap.
He wondered if Isabella allowed him to have sex with Christine, that is, if Christine wanted to
have sex with him too, if she'd allow him to have sex with Evelyn, his wife's best friend, that is,
if Evelyn wanted to have sex with him also. Maybe this new neighbor is just the first step that
they both needed to embark on the swinging lifestyle. Already so close to swinging by allowing
others to watch them parade around naked while having sex, they were still so very far from
letting themselves go to the pure and utter debauchery of having sex with other couples.
How hot would that be for him to have sex with Christine? How hot would that be to have sex
with other couples? How hot would that be for him to have sex with Evelyn? Only for him to
have sex with other women was easy. The difficulty was in allowing his wife to have sex with

other men. Only, unless his wife was more interested in women, which he didn't think she was,
he never heard of a swinging arrangement where the husband had all the fun with other women
while the wife just watched without having fun with other men.
He'd have to lose his jealousy and possessiveness for him to enjoy a quid pro quo sexual
arrangement with his wife having sex with other men too in the swinging lifestyle as a swinger.
He didn't know if he could do that. Already knowing that his wife had reservations of him having
sex with other women, just as he had reservations of his wife having sex with other men, he
wondered if his wife had reservations of having sex with other men.
"She has better boobs than I do. After having breast fed two babies, her boobs don't sag as much
as mine do," said Isabella with a laugh while looking down at her sagging breasts and cupping
each one in her hand before allowing her fingers to move across her nipples. "Yet I'd never trade
the experience of breast feeding my babies for having prouder breasts. Maybe one day, a plastic
surgeon can lift my tits up to where they used to be and were they should be," she said pushing
up her tits with her hand as if her hands were a pushup bra.
"I love your big tits honey just the way that are," he said leaning over to kiss her.
"Thank you Carter. You're a sweetheart," she said looking over to stare at Christine's perfect
boobs. "She does have beautiful breasts."
"Can I cum now? Please? I really need to cum Tiff," he said ignoring his wife lamenting over her
breasts for the sexual satisfaction sake of himself. "I need a release."
"No, not yet," said Isabella turning from watching Christine to focus on her husband's sexual
needs. "Don't stroke yourself so fast. Slowly stroke yourself. Pace yourself Carter. Pace yourself.
Haven't I taught you anything about prolonging your ejaculation for you to cum more and to cum
harder with even more erotic excitement and sexual satisfaction?"
"I'm trying Tiff. I'm trying not to cum but I'm so ready to cum," he said.
Isabella turned from her husband to stare out her bedroom window again.
"There go her panties. She's naked Carter. She's naked. Do you see her? Can you see her pussy?
This is it. Hopefully, she'll start masturbating."
"Yes, I see her," said Carter. "She's stunning."

"Oh wow, she's shaved. She was trimmed last night. She must have shaved her pussy this
morning. Even from here, I can see her pussy glistening in the moonlight. You made her wet
Carter. You made her so wet," she said.
"God Tiff, this is torture. You're making me crazy with all the blow by blow detail of her
watching me and now of her stripping herself naked. I'm ready to explode," he said. "I really
need to cum Tiff."
"Tell me Carter. I really want to know. I need to know," she said looking at her husband. "What
would you do if you were there with her right now with the both of you naked?"
"What would I do? What do you mean what would I do?"
"If I gave you my permission, what would you do sexually with Christine?"
"This is just pillow talk right," said Carter.
"Yes," said Isabella. "Hypothetically if you were there with her now, what would you do?"
"You won't get mad at me and I won't get in trouble for saying how I truly feel?"
"No, of course not," she said looking at him with sexual excitement. "I'm the one who asked
what you'd do if you were with her right now and if you were both naked."
"Hypothetically speaking," he said qualifying his response, "if I was there with her right now, I'd
finger her shaved pussy before eating her bald pussy. I'd lick her naked pussy before fucking her
and having her blow me afterwards."
Only, watering down his real responses, he didn't dare verbalize all of his thoughts. He didn't
want to anger his wife by making her possessively jealous. If he were there with Christine right
now and if they were both naked, he'd be kissing and kissing her while touching and feeling her
where a faithful husband should never kiss, touch, and feel another woman. He didn't say what
he truly felt for fear of ruining his chances of having sex with other women and with having sex
with Evelyn by admitting too much too soon that he wanted to try the swinging lifestyle.
"She's touching herself," said Isabella ignoring her husband's dire and sexually frustrating
situation. "She's rubbing her clit. She's finger fucking herself while watching you masturbate
Carter. Do you see her playing with herself?"
"Yes, I see her. This is so hot Tiff," he said.

"As if she's sitting there watching a private CFNM review, you've made her wet with your
striptease, masturbation show. Having stripped herself naked in front of you, she's masturbating
herself while watching you masturbate yourself. How hot is that?"
"I see her but I really need to cum Tiff," he said stepping closer to his wife. "God I really need to
cum. I swear I'm going to explode now in a mass of cum if I don't cum soon."
"Don't move Carter. Stay where you are. Out of her view, she won't be able to see you and watch
you cum if you stand too close to the bed. I'll move closer to you," said Isabella kneeling in front
of her husband to look up at him with her big, blue eyes. "Now let's give her something really hot
to watch," she said smiling wildly before taking her husband's cock in her hand and before taking
her husband's cock in her mouth.
"Oh baby," said Carter putting a gentle hand to the back of his wife's blonde, pretty head. "Suck
me Isabella. Suck my cock. Oh yeah, this is exactly what I need," he said.
"Let me know when you're ready to cum Carter because I don't want you to cum in my mouth,"
she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak while looking up at him. "Okay?"
"Okay," he said.
"I want you to cum all over my face and all over my big tits," she said stroking him while
sucking him. "I want you to give me a real cum bath Carter and her a real cum bath show," she
said removing his cock from her mouth to speak again. "I want Christine to see your cum
dripping from my face and coating my breasts," said Isabella looking over at Christine.
"Okay. Okay. Yeah, sure, I can do that," he said staring down at his wife while watching her
sucking him and stroking him.
Isabella sucked her husband while watching her next door neighbor. When she turned to look at
Christine, she was sitting there fingering herself while sucking on a dildo as if she was sucking
on his cock.
"Carter, Christine is sucking on a dildo as if she's sucking your cock. I don't believe her. Do you
see her?"
"Yes, I see her. Oh God, you're both driving me crazy. I'm ready Tiff. I'm ready to cum. I can't
hold it back any longer," he said as if trying to hold back a gushing oil well or if he was Scotty
on the Starship Enterprise in Star Trek unable to keep the Starship from exploding.

He turned to watch Christine again. She was really going at her dildo now. Moving her Asian
pretty head back and forth and up and down, she was sucking that dildo as if she was sucking a
real cock and as if she was sucking his cock.
"No, not yet Carter. Hold," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak. "Hold," she said
again as if she was Mel Gibson playing William Wallace in Braveheart with the English running
towards him. "Hold! Hold!"
"Christine is sucking her dildo as if she's sucking my cock," said Carter repeating what his wife
had just said for the sexual titillation of hearing it again in his head. "She's driving me crazy with
lust for her."
Painfully holding back his ejaculation, while waiting for his wife to give him permission to cum,
he grimaced in pain before receiving pleasure.
"I saw her. She's such a slut," said Isabella with a laugh. "I bet you'd like to cum in her mouth
wouldn't you."
"Fuck yeah," he said. "I love slutty women," said Carter. "They make me so hot."
"I bet you'd love to cum in Evelyn's mouth," she said.
As if she read his mind, he couldn't believe his wife said that. Suddenly, he imagined Evelyn
there on her knees sucking his cock instead of his wife. If Evelyn was there instead of Isabella,
he would have already unloaded his cum in her mouth. A game his wife likes to play is to see
how long he can go before cumming.
"Oh my God," he said while imagining cumming in Evelyn's mouth. "Yes, I'd love to cum in
Evelyn's mouth he said but stopping himself from asking, 'May I?'
Sucking him deeper, she took him in her mouth again while stroking him faster and harder.
Then, obviously ready for her cum bath as if she was Joan Fontaine telling Cecil B. DeMille that
she was ready for her close up shot, she released her husband's cock from her mouth again.
"Okay Carter. Now! Cum all over me. Give me a real cum bath," she said closing her eyes,
puffing out her chest, and tilting back her head to offer up her face to him as if she was bravely
and fearlessly facing a firing squad. "Do it now Carter. Do it. Do it now. Explode your cum all
over my face and tits. I can't wait to see her reaction."
As if his cock was an oil well, a real gusher, there was a moment of silence and nothingness

where the cum, instead of coming up from his testicles, bubbled up and exploded up from his
toes. As if it was the fourth of July, as if they were at the Kennedy Space center and had just
counted down from ten to zero to launch their penis rocket, Carter was ready to explode his cum
all over his wife's face and tits. Isabella turned her head just in time to face Christine and with
Carter turning to look at his new neighbor while aiming his cock at his wife's head, he unloaded
an unprecedented volume of cum all over his wife's face, hair, and tits.
Covered in her husband's warm, oozy ejaculation, with his cum dripping from her hair, nose,
mouth, and chin, her beauty and sexuality was pure testimony to her husband's lust for her in so
rewarding her with his cum bath. As if she was enjoying a warm, milk bath at some swanky spa
or stylish salon and as if his cum was an expensive crème, Isabella opened her eyes to look at her
neighbor while wiping cum from her face to rub her husband's cum all over her naked breasts.
Then taking her fingers one by one in her mouth, she licked Carter's cum from her fingers as if
she had just finished a rich, decadent dessert.
"That's was great Carter. That was so unbelievable. There was so very much cum," she said
giving her husband a deep, wet kiss to share his cum with him. "I love it when you give me a
cum bath.
"I can taste myself on you Tiff."
Chapter 3
As if they were looking through an endless array of mirrors with one lined up behind the other,
in the way that Christine was watching Carter and Isabella stripping naked, Carter didn't know
that his two children were watching him having sex with his wife too. Like father like son and
like mother like daughter, chips off the old blocks, he didn't know that that his 18 year old son,
Brett, and his 19 year old daughter, Erin, were exhibitionists and voyeurs too. He didn't know
that they were aroused watching Mommy and Daddy stripping naked and having sex. He didn't
know that his children were obviously aroused by their parents' public displays of naked
sexuality by watching while masturbating themselves.
With his windows wide open and unfettered without the encumbrances of shades and curtains,
and with him and his wife walking around naked with the lights on, Carter should have known
that his children would not only see them but also would be watching them too. Being that they
were always so openly exposing themselves, how could they not see? If only out of curiosity,
why wouldn't they watch? All they had to do was to go outside and look up at their bedroom
windows to see Mommy and Daddy naked and having sex with one another. It wasn't as if Carter
and Isabella were hiding anything or being careful for their children not to see and watch them
playing.
Sub consciously, maybe Carter wanted his daughter to see his cock. A telling sign, if she was

watching him stripping naked and masturbating himself, maybe she wanted to do more than just
look and watch. Sub consciously, maybe Carter wanted to have sex with his daughter in the way
that his daughter, Erin, evidentially wanted to have sex with her father. Sub consciously, maybe
Isabella wanted her son to see her naked. A telling sign, if he was watching his mother strip
naked and suck her husband's cock, sub consciously, maybe she wanted to have sex with her son,
Brett, in the way that her son wanted to have sex with his mother.
Only now too focused on Christine to notice, Carter didn't know that Brett, was watching his
mother strip off her clothes while Erin was watching her father masturbate. Isabella didn't know
that both of her adult children were watching her suck off their father for him to give her a cum
bath. Hiding behind a tree in the darkened backyard and masturbating while, no doubt he wished
that he could have sex with his mother too. In the way that he leered at her and always undressed
her with his eyes, it was no real secret that Brett was sexually attracted to his mother.
Always looking to see what he shouldn't see of his mother, Brett was always looking while
staring at his mother sashaying around the house in her flimsy housecoats without wearing any
underwear beneath. He was always leering when she walked around the house while wearing
her, short, low cut, and sheer, nearly see through nightgowns without wearing a robe. Obviously
by the way she so immodestly and immorally flashed her beautiful body to her son, no doubt, she
must have known that he was looking at all that he could see and at all that she was showing
him.
A sexy game that mother played with her son, Isabella wasn't shy about flashing her son
seemingly accidental up skirts glimpses of her panties, up nightgowns views of her pussy, down
blouses peeks of her bra, and down nightgowns peeps of her breasts. Something she does to pass
the time when her husband isn't around, apparently she didn't want to be deemed the incestuously
wicked mother that she was. Obviously for Isabella to flash her son so very many peeks of her
panties, pussy, bra, and tits, she must have found showing herself to her son erotically titillating
and sexually stimulating.
Yet, possibly believing that his mother would never have sex with him, if only giving him
masturbation fodder by flashing him, it was enough for Brett to watch his sexy MILF of a mother
strip herself naked while he masturbated himself behind a tree. In the way that he watched his
mother sucking his father while he masturbated, obviously he wished his mother would suck
him. No doubt, he'd give anything to give his mother a cum bath in the way that his father just
had.
An incestuous family of voyeurs and exhibitionists with lots of sexual secrets, Erin hid and
stayed quiet while observing two sexual acts at the same time. Little did Brett know that Erin
was watching her little brother masturbating himself from the treehouse above him while
watching her mother sucking her father's cock. In the way that Brett wished his mother would

suck his cock, no doubt for Erin to watch her mother and father having sex, obviously, she
wished she could have sex with her father and suck his cock too. Starting with her father,
perhaps Erin wanted to have that kind of control over men in the way that her mother enjoyed.
For her to be watching her mother milking her father by sticking her gloved finger up his ass,
undoubtedly she wished she was the one milking her father instead of her mother. Obviously in
the way that Brett wished he was giving his mother a cum bath, Erin, no doubt, wished her father
would give her a cum bath too.
More focused on Christine's bedroom window across the way than wondering where they're
children were and what they were doing, Carter and Isabella were unaware that Brett and Erin
were watching them having sex. Would they have stopped having sex if they knew their children
were watching them? Probably not. Would they have pulled their shades to deny their children
the exhibitionistic view that their parents obviously enjoyed in exposing themselves to their
neighbors? Doubt it. Or maybe they knew that their son and daughter were watching them while
they were naked and having sex. Maybe with both of them being incestuously perverted, perhaps
father and mother wanted their children to see them naked and having sex.
Perhaps they really didn't know that their 19 year old daughter was watching her mother milking
Daddy's cock before sucking his cock and before giving his wife a cum bath. Perhaps they really
didn't know that their 18 year old son had watched his mother strip herself naked for the teasing
pleasure of her voyeuristic next door neighbor. Perhaps Carter didn't know that his son was
lusting over his mother's naked body while masturbating and no doubt wishing that he was the
one cumming all over his mother's face and naked tits. Perhaps Isabella didn't know that her
daughter was lusting over her father's naked body while masturbating and no doubt wishing that
he was the one coming all over her face and naked tits.
Adding to the insatiable incestuous lust that this son obviously had for his mother and that this
daughter obviously had for her father, staring at his exposed prick while he masturbated, Brett
didn't know that his sister was lusting over him in the way that he's always lusted over her. If
only Brett knew that his sister was sitting in the treehouse above him while watching him
masturbate, maybe he would have climbed up and had sex with her right then and there. Not the
first time that their children have seen their parents naked while playing their sexy games, games
that have grown more provocatively sexy lately, they both appeared more mesmerized by it than
disgusted by it.
Obviously, if only from her personal notes written in her private diary, wishing she could take
things an incestuous step forward with Brett, Erin wondered if she could get her brother to
privately masturbate for her in the way that her father masturbated for her mother and for their
new neighbor, Christine. In the way that her mother loves watching her father cum, her sexual

fetish, she'd love to watch her brother cum too. Filled with an unbridled lust for semen, Erin had
an unusual curiosity for cum volume.
From her diary entries, she was fascinated by the way that her mother was able to milk cum from
her father by sticking a rubber gloved finger up his ass and by delaying his ejaculation by
persuading him to hold from cumming longer. Her mother was able to keep her father from
cumming long enough for him to give her mother a huge cum bath. So much cum, her father
ejaculated so much cum that she wondered how much cum she could milk from her brother
while delaying his ejaculation. Perhaps able to inspire her brother to cum more in the way that
her mother inspires her father to cum more, Erin could only imagine the cum bath her brother
would give her. She'd love to kneel naked in front of her brother when he was poised stroking
himself and ready to cum all over her face and tits.
Having read a story once on Literotica about measuring cum, she'd love to measure her brother's
cum. In the way that her mother milks and measures her fathers' cum by forcing him to wait until
receiving her permission to cum while inspiring him to cum even more, she'd love to try that
with her brother. Of course she could find out about cum volume by going to Google, but it
would be so much more fun to suck the cum right out of her brother's big prick and spit it in a
measuring cup. If her brother was sexually nice to her, she'd be incestuously nice to him.
If her brother gave her oral sex, if he fingered her pussy while licking her pussy, and if he gave
her an orgasm, she'd reciprocate by sucking his cock and giving him an orgasm too. Not appalled
by her brother's cum, but fascinated by it, she'd even allow him to cum in her mouth, that is, so
long as she could spit out his cum in a measuring cup to see how much cum he had. She
imagined sucking him every day to see if she could persuade him to cum a little more in her
measuring cup.
Evelyn sat in her car on the darkened street away from the street light. With her car angled away
from the house while parked in her preferred parking spot where she could see and monitor
everything through Carter's and Isabella's bedroom window, Evelyn watched the sexual
festivities as if she was watching a porn movie. Too focused on watching Mommy milking
Daddy through their bedroom window, the children didn't know that their family friend and
mother's business partner, Evelyn, was watching them watching their parents having sex while
she was masturbating too.
With her blouse unbuttoned and her hand in her bra playing with her nipples, Evelyn's short skirt
was hiked up to her waist with her hand in between her legs. She pushed her panty aside with her
index finger to rub her clit and finger herself while watching Isabella sucking Carter. In the way
that Isabella was sucking her husband, Evelyn wished that she could suck her best friend's

husband too. In the way that Carter gave Isabella a huge cum bath, she wished Carter would give
her a huge cum bath too.
From where she was sitting in her car, she spotted Brett hiding behind a tree while masturbating
over his mother stripping naked, sucking his father, and giving his mother a cum bath. Then,
when she saw movement above Brett, she spotted Erin sitting in the treehouse masturbating
herself. She watched Erin watching her mother sucking her father, her father giving her mother a
cum bath, and her brother hiding behind the tree below her masturbating over all that he was
seeing too.
If only they knew that Evelyn could see them watching their parents' sexy striptease and erotic
masturbation show too, she wondered what they'd say. If only they knew that Evelyn was
watching them masturbate themselves while watching their parents having sex, she wondered
what they'd think. Would they be embarrassed, she wondered, or would they be brazen in their
lust for one another not to care who saw them and who was watching them?
Yet tonight was different from all of the other nights that she sat out in her car watching them, a
new twist and a new wrinkle, Evelyn watched Isabella strip naked for her new neighbor after
watching Carter stripping naked too. Now wondering if Isabella had a healthy dose of bi sexual
curiosity in the way that she's always had an imbedded bi sexual curiosity about making love to
another woman, she'd love to make love to Isabella. She wished they'd strip naked and
masturbate for her in the way they stripped naked and masturbated for Christine.
A real sexual triangle, she'd love to have a secret affair not only with her best friend but also with
her best friend's husband before having a threesome. Expanding their little, secret sexual triangle,
perhaps later, as an aside, so long as the parents were okay with including their children, she
wouldn't mind doing both Carter and Isabella's children, Brett and Erin. With Christine in the
picture now too, maybe the six of them could get together for some hot, group sex.
Without doubt, being that he was always so horny and always looking for what he could see of
her, Evelyn knew that she could easily seduce Brett. In the way that Isabella flashed her son,
Evelyn flashed Brett too. Without doubt, being that she was such a little slut and obviously was
bi sexually curious to be so enamored in watching her mother strip naked, Evelyn already knew
that she could easily seduce Erin too. Seemingly too, Erin appeared fascinated not only by her
father's cock but also by her brother's cock too. She's such a hot little vixen, a real minx that one.
She wished she could see in the future to know what she'd be like in a few years when Erin was a
woman instead of a 19 year old girl.
Something that she'd love to do since the first time she met Carter, she'd love to suck his cock.
Unable to stop herself from masturbating herself right there in her car and on the darkened street,
Evelyn watched Isabella blowing her husband. She continued fingering her nipples, rubbing her

clit, and fingering her pussy while watching Carter unload an eruption of cum all over Isabella's
face and tits. Obviously wishing that was her instead of Isabella, she'd love for Carter to cum in
her mouth. Obviously wishing he'd make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her and
pounding her pussy, she wished that he'd give her a cum bath too. Maybe one day, if she teased
him enough and played her cards right, he would. Maybe one day, they'd both would agree to a
menage a trois.
Steven, the neighbor across the way, was out walking his dog when he couldn't believe his eyes.
He's seen Isabella before in all manners of dress and undress, in her sexy nightgowns, in her bra
and panties, even topless, but tonight she was standing in front of her window naked. Naked,
naked, naked, his beautiful, sexy neighbor was standing in front of her bedroom window naked.
Shocked and excited, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Partially obscured by a tree while waiting for his dog to do his business, with the shades up and
the lights on, he watched Isabella stripping off her clothes as if she was giving him a sexy show
instead of giving her next door neighbor, Christine, a striptease show. Now he wondered if they
were both lesbians. He wondered if Carter knew that his wife was exposing herself to Christine,
that is, until he saw him standing there naked too.
"Wow," he said for no one to hear but his dog. "What the Hell? I wish my wife would give our
neighbors a show. Only, no one would want to see my wife naked. She looks nothing like
Isabella," he said mumbling to himself.
Ever since Isabella moved in years ago, obviously by him always looking and watching when out
walking his dog, he's always been attracted to her and now here she is naked. Standing there with
his dog, Santiago, Santi, for short, a black lab puppy, while still waiting for him to do his
business and still partially hidden behind a tree, he couldn't believe it when Isabella fell to her
knees and started sucking her husband's cock.
"Damn, I wish my wife would give me a blowjob. Holy shit! Look at that. Instead of having to
cum in a tissue, Isabella just allowed Carter to cum all over her face and tits. Wow! Oh my God,"
he said for only the dog to hear.
He made a note to himself to buy binoculars and a video camera. With the show nearly over and
his dog wanting to go sniff another tree, he couldn't believe it when he saw Evelyn, the family
friend, sitting in her car while masturbating herself. With him positioned at the back corner of
her car, she didn't see him watching her.
"What the Hell is happening here? Has everyone gone crazy? Is everyone in that house a

pervert?"
Normally, he's seen Erin making out with her boyfriend in the car in front of her house. He's
even seen Brett making out with his girlfriend late at night but Evelyn? He never thought he'd
happen upon beautiful Evelyn masturbating herself while watching Carter and Isabella having
sex. He wondered who it was that Evelyn was masturbating over, Isabella or Carter.
Even more beautiful than his neighbor Isabella, he'd do anything to have sex with Evelyn. So
glad that his old neighbor Mrs. Thompson sold her house to these people before she checked into
a nursing home, there's never been as much sexy, sexual excitement in his neighborhood. Every
time he ventured out at night to walk the dog, he was graced with sexy show of exhibitionism
and voyeurism. Only now, already out too late, not wanting his wife coming out looking for him,
he gave up watching Evelyn to head home.
"Steven! Where did you go to walk the dog? China?"
"Oh, um, he was trying to find the perfect location to take a dump," he said to his wife.
With their door always open to her, Isabella made up the spare bedroom for Evelyn to stay
overnight when working late together on their home business. Later that night with Isabella
already gone to bed, Evelyn know that Carter was still there sitting in the living room across
from the spare bedroom. Staying up late on the pretense of not being able to sleep and on the
pretense of watching TV in the dark, she knew that he was always looking and watching to see
what he could see of her. Like father like son, they were both always undressing her with their
eyes. No doubt, they both masturbated over her too and obviously she did her best to stoke their
fires to enflame their desires for her.
Sometimes, when she was horny enough and when she could make it appear accidental, while
pretending that she didn't know Carter was sitting there in the living room across from her
bedroom, she'd undress with her bedroom door opened just enough for him to see her. Acting
oblivious to him sitting there in the dark watching her, she paraded back and forth in her room in
her underwear, topless, and/or naked on the pretense of getting ready for bed. Being the horny,
sexually frustrated old maid that she was, whenever Carter wasn't home and on a business trip,
she enjoyed playing the same sexy game with his son.
Then whenever Carter and Isabella were away for the weekend and especially when Erin wasn't
around, whenever she's alone in the house with him, acting as more the house sitter than the
babysitter, she's given the same sexy show to Brett, but a much longer version. Later, a sexy
game they both enjoy playing, he's returned the favor by leaving his bedroom door open enough

for her to watch him masturbate from the darkened hall. Even though he couldn't see her, no
doubt he knew she was there fingering her nipples and rubbing her clit while watching him
stroke his cock before cumming to her delight.
As if they're having innocent girl talk, laying the groundwork for a sexual interlude later with the
three of them, in the same way that Erin has walked in on her, she's walked in on Erin while she
was undressing and getting ready for bed. In the way that Carter, Isabella, and Brett have seen
her naked, Erin has seen her naked too. As if she was the go to sexual conduit between family
members, it was only a matter of time before Evelyn would be having sex with not only Carter
and Isabella but also with their children, Brett and Erin. She'd like nothing better than for the five
of them to have group sex. Who knows, maybe Christine can join in the sexy sexual fun too?
With all the sexual teasing she's done by purposely undressing in front of him and while
knowing that either the father or the son were there looking and watching, she wished one or
both of them would take the initiative to make the first move to fuck her. Only with her being
more than Isabella's best friend, as if she was her big sister, she's in business with his wife. Not
wanting to be accused of seducing her husband and/or her son, forget about her daughter, she
needed Carter and/or Brett to make the first move. So long as one or the other touched her first,
with her now at the height of her sexual peak, she'd be happy to take the lead to give them both
what they so wanted and all that they sexually needed.
Something ordinarily so private, with their windows open, their shades up, and their curtains
pushed back from the windows, Carter and Isabella were obviously aroused to have sex out in
the open for Christine, their new neighbor's sexual enjoyment. Only, oblivious to all who were
watching them, they didn't know that everyone could see them and were watching them too.
They didn't know that their children and their family friend were all there watching them having
sex. If only they knew that everyone was watching, their children, their best friend, and
whomever was out walking their dog, what would they think? What would they say? Would they
do things any differently by pulling their shades and closing their drapes? Probably not.
Chapter 4
Brett, can I talk to you?" Erin called out to her brother when he walked by her room.
As if he was expecting her to be standing there in her bra and panty, topless, or naked, hoping to
see something he shouldn't see of his big sister, he always looked in her room when walking by
her room.
"Sure what's up?"
"I just want to talk," she said.

Usually wrong when reading someone's face, oblivious to the clues of body language, he misread
his sister's facial expression now. Instead of seeing the sexual excitement on her face, he misread
that as anger. A total bitch, she was always annoyed with him for some reason or another. What
he mistook for annoyance was really sexual interest. A brother who wants his sister, especially at
that age, is common but a sister who wants her brother, especially at that age is rare.
"Oh, oh," he said by the look on her face. He erected his 6'3" frame as if about to through a
winning touchdown football pass down the field. "This sounds serious. What did I do now?"
Always something, figuring she was mad, especially when he laughed and she didn't return his
laugh, he entered her room with trepidation. With her always being moody and bitchy, he treated
his sister with kid gloves. She soothe his uneasiness when she gave him something to see. She
flashed her bright white panty, when she moved her legs closer together, she was sitting on her
bed when he entered her room and he wondered if her up skirt flash was deliberate of accidental.
Dressed in a short skirt, she displayed a triangular patch of her white panties over her shapely
thighs even with her knees glued tightly together. Wishing she would, on the pretense that she
wasn't aware that he could see and was looking, he'd give anything for her to spread her legs a
little more to give him a better view of her panties. Wearing a low cut, button blouse that showed
her abundant cleavage and more whenever she leaned forward or when he was standing over her,
in the way he was now, he'd give anything to touch and feel his sister through her clothes while
undressing her. He'd so love to stick his horny hand down his sister's blouse to feel her big
breasts while fingering her nipples. Like mother like daughter, in the way that his mother was so
very pretty and so very sexy, his sister was also so very pretty and so very sexy too.
"Close the door," she said. "I don't want anyone to hear."
Close the door? She shocked him when he asked her to close her bedroom door with him in it.
Normally, always kicking him out of her room, she asked him to close her bedroom door behind
him whenever he was leaving her room. Submissive to her, he always obeyed her but enjoyed
teasing her at the same time.
"There's no one home," he said with a shrug while listening at her bedroom door and looking
down the hall. "We're alone," he said closing the door to his sister's bedroom anyway.
With her bedroom door closed, transported to another place and time within a combination of
flowery scents, he could smell her perfumes that she never left the house without wearing. As if
he was in an upscale boutique instead of in his sister's bedroom, everything, her clothes, her
knickknacks, her makeup, and hair accessories, even her stuffed animals and dolls, were all so
neatly organized and displayed. Tossing his clothes on the chair or on the floor, before ending up
beneath his bed, his room was a total mess. If it wasn't for his mother always cleaning his room,

no doubt, he'd have bugs in his room. Weirdly enough in difference to his room, wishing his
room was so neatly clean, he liked how neatly organized his sister's room was.
A first time for everything, in all the years they've lived together, he's never been in her bedroom
alone with her and with her door closed. Immediately he felt as if he was doing something
naughty or was about to do something wrong. Seeing her panties made him horny for his sister.
Actually he didn't need to see her panties to be horny for his sister, he was always horny for his
sister.
His way to get a prolonged look at her panties, he suddenly wanted to tickle his sister. Imagining
her falling back on her bed with her legs spread wide open, he imagined cupping his sister's
pussy through her panties while she beat the shit out of him. Maybe while she punched him,
kicked him, and pinched him, he even get a groping feel of her big breasts. Certainly, it would be
well worth a beating to hold his sister's cunt in the palm of his hand, even if it was only through
her panties. As if an epiphany with a modicum of insight, now he knows why his sister never
invites him in her room, especially with her door closed.
"I saw you last night," said Erin to her little brother while staring up at his face with her big blue
eyes before looking down at the bulge he was unable to conceal in his pants.
"So? I saw you last night too," he said with a laugh. "We live here. We see one another every
day. Duh?"
"What I meant to say was," she said returning his laugh while looking up at his face, no doubt, to
watch his reaction to what she was about to say. "I saw you masturbating last night."
"Masturbating? Me masturbate?" With eyebrows raised with his palms facing up, he looked as if
he was a petty thief accused of shoplifting. "You're mistaken. You did not see me masturbating,"
he said falling back on his heels instead of being his confidently annoying self.
"Don't even bother trying to deny it. I saw you masturbating Brett."
"I don't masturbate Erin. Never have and never will," he said defensively. Embarrassed as well as
sexually excited that his sister not only knows that he masturbates but also caught him
masturbating, he wondered where his sister saw him masturbating.
Suddenly as if he had put his finger in an electrical outlet and received a shock, he was sexually
aroused. Wow! Erin saw him stroking his cock. Not embarrassed that she saw him masturbating,
he more wondered what she thought about seeing his big prick before turning his thoughts to
how, when, and where she caught him masturbating.

Thinking about where he was last night that he was masturbating and that she could see him
playing with himself, as he was always masturbating, he remembered that perhaps she saw him
hiding behind the tree in the backyard while watching his mother undress. Nah, he would have
seen her if she was out back in the backyard. She must be referring to another time. Maybe she
saw him masturbating when he left his bedroom door open for Evelyn to see him masturbating.
Reciprocating her exhibitionism with his, whenever he's alone in the house with her, she
undresses with her bedroom door open enough for him to see her in her bra and panty, topless,
and/or naked. It's only fair that he should show her his cock too.
"Bullshit," she said with a laugh. "You're always masturbating."
"Being that I'm the star quarterback Erin on my high school football team," he said puffing out
his chest, "my last year as a senior on the team, I need to conserve my energy. I don't waste my
energy by masturbating during the football season," he said with assertiveness. "I do all my
masturbating after the Super Bowl," he said laughing.
"Ha! You're a virtual masturbation machine," she said pretending she had a cock and was
masturbating herself. "You're always masturbating. You make the whole second floor shake
when you're pulling your prick," she laughed. "I can only imagine how much cum you've wasted
jerking yourself off while thinking of God knows what," she said becoming flushed.
No doubt and according to the entries she made in her diary about her brother masturbating so
much, she wondered how much cum he wasted. If there was such a way, she wished she could
measure his cum to extrapolate her answer as to how much he cummed in a day, a week, a
month, and a year. Being the cum slut that she is, she's written in her diary more than once that
she'd love to measure her brother's cum in the hopes of getting him to cum even more in the way
that her mother inspires her father to cum more.
"In your dreams Erin. I don't masturbate," he said denying his fondness of masturbation.
"Maybe you masturbate over Mom stripping herself naked or maybe you masturbate over me,"
she said ignoring his denial with speculation of her own.
"Mom naked? What are you talking about Erin? I don't masturbate and I don't masturbate while
thinking about Mom naked. Gross," he said suddenly looking embarrassed as if she had caught
him in a lie and she had.
"Maybe you masturbate over me, your own sister," she said again, while watching him squirm,
as if wanting him to admit that he masturbated over her.
"You're the one who masturbates," he said pointing the finger of accusation at her to put her on

the defensive.
"How do you know that I masturbate? Were you spying on me? Do you have a camera hidden
somewhere in my room," she said looking around her room. "Are you watching me Brett
dressing and undressing? Do you get off watching your big sister stripping naked? Eww. That's
so gross," she said. "God you're such a pervert, an incestuous pervert, that's what you are."
"I don't have to spy on you to know that you masturbate Erin. I've heard you in the bathroom
when you're in the tub. I heard you rubbing your legs together in your room as if you're a
cricket," he said laughing. "You're not very quiet when having an orgasm," he laughed. "You
thought you were home alone but, one day last week, when I came home early and you were
taking a bath, I heard you masturbating," he said.
"Liar! You did not," she said unable to control her face from reddening obviously by the
thoughts of your brother hearing her having an orgasm.
"When I heard you screaming, I thought there was something wrong. Then I heard your
vibrator," he said laughing. "On the pretense of saving you from an intruder or a rapist, it took all
the self control that I had not to barge in on you while pretending that I didn't know you were
taking a bath," he said with a laugh.
"Yeah, well, pervert, I saw you outside behind the big oak tree watching Mom strip naked," she
said. "I saw you jerking off to Mom removing her clothes. You're such a pervert Brett to
masturbate over Mom while watching her undress. What's wrong with you? That's so wrong,"
she said shaking her head. "That's just so nasty."
"I was not masturbating over Mom undressing. I didn't leave my room all night last night," he
said lying. "Besides, I'd never watch Mom undressing. That's incest," he said. "I'd never do
anything like that, watching my own mother undress, while masturbating. You must really have
a low opinion of me to say that I masturbate over Mom."
"Liar. In the way that you leer at her and undress her with your eyes as if she's standing there
naked, keep telling yourself that you're not sexually attracted to Mom. Liar. You're such a liar,"
she said. "I bet if I undressed right here and right now, you'd watch me. I bet if I stripped naked
right here and right now, you'd pull out your cock and masturbate to my little, impromptu
striptease show."
"I'm not a liar," he said gulping while imagining his big sister stripping off her clothes. Just by
the horny thoughts of Erin standing before him naked, naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to
return to his room to masturbate. "And if you started stripping off your clothes, I'd leave your
room and close your door behind me," he said lying again.

If only she knew that the thoughts of his sexy sister stripping off her clothes and standing naked
in front of him made him dizzy with incestuous, sexual excitement and lustful desire for her. He
wondered what he'd do if she was teasing him by slowly stripping off her clothes before standing
there naked. No doubt, if she stripped off her clothes in front of him, he'd pull out his cock
before forcing her to her knees to suck him. If she was standing there naked, he'd push her back
on the bed to fuck her.
Oh yeah, definitely, he had no compunction stopping him from having sex with his sexy sister.
For her to even suggest stripping naked, obviously she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Only, his bitch of a sister would never strip naked. She has an entire college dorm of boyfriends
to entertain them with her beautiful body, her experienced hands, her hungry mouth, and her
always wet pussy. Why would she strip naked for him when she has all of those others to
sexually tease?
"You are so a liar," she said. "You were jerking off to seeing Mom naked," she said. "In the way
that you were staring at her, leering at her little striptease show, I bet you'd have sex with Mom if
you could. I bet you'd masturbate over her in the way that you masturbate over me."
"I do not masturbate over Mom, Erin. That's so gross. That's so nasty. I'd never do my own
mother. Me having sex with Mom is just as bad as me having sex with you," he said laughing.
"Even if you stripped naked in front of me and begged me to have sex with you, I'd never do
you," he said as if he was waiting for her to strip naked and beg him to give her hot, incestuous
sex.
"You'd do Mom in a heartbeat and you'd do me too if you could and if I agreed to have sex with
you. Matter of fact, I bet your sexual fantasy is having sex with the two of us together."
"Gross Erin. That's just gross. You're sick. You really are sick to even think that about your own
brother in that incestuous way," he said turning red with the thoughts of him in bed naked with
his naked mother and his naked sister.
He wondered, in the way that he always wanted to do his mother, if his sister always wanted to
do him too. Moreover, he wondered if Erin was just as sexually attracted to his mother as he is.
Having already heard stories about her and with her only being a freshman or in her case, a fresh
woman, he knew she's had lesbian affairs, threesomes, circle jerks, and a gangbang at college
dorm parties. She's such a slut but, glad that she is, he wondered if she'd ever agree to have sex
with him.
"Liar. In the way that you were masturbating over Mom getting naked, you'd—"

"Wait. Back up. How do you know I was masturbating?"
"How do I know you were masturbating? She gave him a smug look. "Duh? I saw you
masturbating."
"Maybe you saw someone else masturbating while thinking it was me masturbating. Maybe you
were just imagining someone masturbating because you're such a horny slut. Maybe you were
just fantasizing over me masturbating because you want me," he said with a sinister laugh.
"You're crazy Brett. I'd never want my own brother. Unlike you, I'm not an incestuous pervert,"
she said seemingly becoming dizzy when she mentioned the word incestuous.
Steadfast in his verbal attack of his sister as if he was a defense attorney and she was a witness
on the stand, he continued his conjecture.
"Maybe in the way that you're accusing me of always thinking about Mom naked, you're the one
who is always thinking about Mom naked. Maybe you thought you saw me masturbating
because you're always thinking about my cock. Yeah, maybe in the way that you're always so
horny for men, you imagined seeing a man masturbating out back."
"Oh, it was you alright standing there in the dark," she laughed. "I'd know my own brother
Brett."
"Tell me this then, where were you that you could see me masturbating?"
"I was right above you in the treehouse looking down and watching you pull your prick," she
said laughing with vindicated validation. "Too focused on Mom stripping naked, I couldn't
believe you didn't know that I was right there above you while watching you stroking yourself."
"You were?" He looked at her with obvious excitement that his sister was watching him
masturbate. "You were watching me masturbate?"
"Yes," she said moving her hand back and forth as if she had a cock and was masturbating
herself or as if she was giving him a hand job.
"What were you doing up in the treehouse?"
As if replaying what she saw in her mind, running a slow tongue across her full, red lips, she
looked at her brother with incestuous lust and sexual excitement.
"I was watching Mom milking Dad before sucking him," she blurted immodestly with a sexy

smile. "I like watching them playing their sexy games. They make me hot," she said running her
manicured finger over the outline of her breasts.
"You're making me hot with what you're doing," he said beneath his breath and obviously too
soft for her to hear him.
"It was when I was watching them flashing our new neighbor that I watched you creep out of the
house to hide behind the tree to watch Mom undressing. You're such a pervert Brett. I can't
believe you were masturbating over Mom getting naked."
"If I'm a pervert for watching and masturbating over Mom stripping naked, what are you for
watching Mom suck Dad's cock," he said.
"Sexually curious," she said with a sexy smile. She held her chin high as if she was proud of her
voyeurism instead of ashamed of it, in the way that she was trying to make her brother feel.
"Okay, okay, so you caught me spying on Mom while masturbating. So what? That was so hot to
watch Mom undressing," he said making no excuse for peeping on his mother getting naked.
"She has a wicked hot body for an old broad," he said laughing.
"She does," said Erin. "It's amazing that they still go at one another like rabbits. I'm surprised
they didn't have more children than just the two of us," said Erin.
"Wow, I know, right? I wish I had a little brother," he confessed. "In the way they continue
having sex is so hot," he said. "I hope that I still want sex from my wife when I'm their age," he
said.
"Their age? They're not that old Brett. They're only in their early forties. You make them sound
as if they're in their sixties," she said.
"Still it was exciting to watch Mom strip off her clothes to have sex with Dad," he said.
"So lemme get this straight. You were aroused enough by watching Mom undressing to
masturbate yourself?"
"Fuck yeah," he said making a sour face at her. "Who wouldn't be aroused watching Mom
undress? She's hot. She's a MILF."
"A MILF?"
"Yeah, definitely, Mom's a MILF."

"So you admit that you do want to have sex with Mom," she said as if she was a prosecuting
attorney just winning her first court case.
"I didn't say that," he said.
"Actually, you did. You called Mom a MILF, a mother you'd like to fuck," she said laughing.
"I could ask you the same question. Why were you staring at Dad's cock? Maybe in the way that
I think of Mom as a MILF you think of Dad as a FILF," he said laughing.
"A FILF? There's no such thing as a FILF," she said.
"There is in your case. You'd have sex with Dad if you could," he said.
Erin stared at her brother in the way that he usually stares at her, especially when she's wearing
her short, sheer, low cut nightgown.
"I was just curious what his cock looked like, that's all," she said. "Just because I was looking at
Dad naked doesn't mean that I want to fuck him or suck him. In the way that you're a voyeur, I
am too," she confessed. "Inherited DNA from Mom and Dad, perversity runs in our family," she
said laughing.
"Well, then, with that being said, I was just curious what Mom would look like naked too," he
said. "So there. We're even. We're both incestuous perverts," he said returning her laugh.
With her being so open and honest, she was making him horny with all of this incestuous talk.
"The difference is Brett that I don't masturbate over Dad in the way that you masturbate over
Mom," she said.
"How do you know how I masturbate over Mom? And how do I know that you don't masturbate
over Dad or over Mom for that matter."
"Because I don't masturbate over my parents in the way that you masturbate over Mom.
Furthermore, I know you masturbate over Mom because, besides you just admitting that you do,
I saw you," she said moving her hand fast and hard as if she had a cock instead of a pussy.
"Yeah, well, it's a guy thing," he said with an unembarrassed shrug. "According to Freud in his
Oedipus theory, all sons want to kill their fathers to have sex with their mothers," he said.
"So you not only to you want to have sex with Mom but you also want to kill Dad? You're sick

Brett. You're really fucked in the head," said Erin.
"No, I don't want to kill Dad but yeah, I guess I'd like to have sex with Mom," he finally
admitted. "I wouldn't mind Mom sucking my cock," he said holding a heavy hand in front of him
as if he was holding his mother's head in place while she sucked him. "I wouldn't mind throwing
Mom a bang," he said moving his hips back and forth as if he was fucking his mother.
"Eww that's so nasty, you and Mom having sex," she said. "Gross." She looked at him as if
contemplating what she was going to say next. "Besides why would you lust over Mom when
you could lust over me," she said laughing while giving him a vogue pose.
Obviously, by what she just said that her brother should lust over her instead of their mother, she
was jealous that Brett was lusting over their mother instead of over her. The both of them
remained silent for a moment while he stared at his sexy sister. She was so sexy when she posed
like that and when she posed like that, with her skirt moving higher up her thigh, he had even a
better flash of her white, bikini panties.
"I do lust over you," he confessed with seriousness.
"I figured as much," she said cackling. "You've always been a pervert and now I can add an
incestuous pervert to your list of perversions."
"Kettle black with you staring at Dad's cock, no doubt you have as many incestuous thoughts as I
do. Besides, with all the guys that's been rumored you having sex with, I think you'd suck Dad's
cock if you could, maybe if you were drunk enough."
"Maybe I would suck Daddy's cock," she said pausing as if thinking about blowing her father. "If
I was drunk enough, maybe I would. I don't know," she said with a sad smile. "There's always a
first time for everything."
He stared at her as if he was contemplating saying something that he shouldn't say and would
regret saying to his sister, that is, depending upon her reaction and her response to what he was
about to say.
"Just out of curiosity, would you suck my cock, if you were drunk enough?"
In the way that she was teasing him, in the way that she was seductively dressed, and in the way
that she continued flashing him her panties, he looked at her in the way that he stared at his
naked mother. If he was reading his sister correctly, she didn't need to be drunk to suck his cock.
If he pulled his cock out right here and right now, she'd probably blow him. Only, he'd never
dare exposed his prick to his sister, intentionally that is, especially after she's already seen him

masturbating out back.
Putting a naughty finger to her lips, she tossed her long, blonde hair, while knowing full well by
the way he stares at her when she tosses her hair, that her brother loves it when she tosses her
hair. She looked at him with as much sexual and incestuous lust as he was looking at her.
Obviously too horny for her brother not to see it, she was sexually teasing him and toying with
him.
"I dunno, maybe I would," she said pausing, "if I were drunk enough," she said softly while
laughing. "Now after that incestuous confession and with that sexual knowledge in mind, I bet
you'll go to your room and masturbate over the sexual fantasy of me sucking you."
"I'm not going to lie to you Erin. I've thought about having sex with you already," he said.
"You have?" She ran her fingers through her hair while curling her hair with her fingers and
while running a slow tongue across her full, red lips.
"I have," he said staring at her as if she was a full course meal and she was.
"Tell me. How many times have you thought about having sex with me?"
"Lots of times," he said.
"You thought about having sex with me or did you masturbate over having sex with me," she
said. "There's a big difference between the two, you know."
"Both," he said.
"Just curious, how many times did you masturbate over me?"
Teasing him and as if she was sexually exciting herself in preparation to masturbate herself, she
seemingly and mindlessly touched, fondled, and felt her breasts through her blouse and bra in
front of her brother while staring at him. He stared at her hands touching and feeling her breasts,
no doubt wishing that he could touch and feel her breasts too. He watched her fingering her
nipples that made their appearance through her bra and blouse, no doubt wishing that he could
finger her nipples too.
"I dunno, lots of times," he said becoming even more sexually aroused by their open and honest
incestuous conversation and by watching his sister touching herself.
"Tell me. I want to know," she said with sexual excitement. "What did you think about me when

masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with me?"
"Seriously? You want me to tell you about my sexual fantasies that I have about you."
"Yes," she said leaning forward as if he was about to tell her a sexy, bedtime story.
"And you won't get mad?"
"Mad?" She made a face as if biting into something bitter. "Why would I get mad?"
"I don't know. You may be tricking me into tell you all of my sexual secrets so that you can used
them against me somehow," he said. "Why do you want to know what I think about when
masturbating over you?"
"I'd like to know what guys think about doing to my naked body, even if it's my own brother,"
she said. "So tell me. What do you think about when masturbating over the thoughts of having
sex with me?"
"I can't tell you," she said. "I'd be embarrassed. Besides, you'll get mad."
"No, I won't get mad," she said. "I promise. C'mon Brett. Please? I really want to know."
"Okay I'll tell you," he said pausing before speaking. "Well, of course, I thought about you
naked," he said. "I've always wondered what you look like without your clothes."
"Have you thought about touching me and feeling me where no brother should ever touch and
feel his sister," she said with a dirty laugh.
"I have," he said unembarrassed.
"Have you thought about me touching you?"
"Yes," he said. "I have."
"Have you thought about me fondling you and stroking your cock?"
"Yes," he said, "I have."
"Have you thought about me masturbating you?"
"Yeah," he said.

"How many times have you thought about me masturbating you?"
"Lots of times," he said.
"Have you thought about me sucking you?"
"God yes," he said.
"How many times have you thought about me sucking you?"
"Lots of times."
"And fucking you?" When he didn't answer her, she continued. "C'mon Brett. Have you thought
about fucking your own sister?"
"Stop Erin. You're driving me crazy," he said cupping his package in the way that Carter Jackson
used to do in making the Bad video.
"Are you embarrassed because you're getting an erection?" She giggled while staring at the big
bulge his junk made in his jeans. "Is my baby brother getting hard from all of my sexy,
incestuous brother and slutty sister talk?" She teased.
"Duh? Yeah," he said adjusting his cock in his pants in front of his sister in the way that she was
touching, fondling, and feeling her tits through her blouse and bra in front of her brother. "Yeah,
you're making me excited. What do you think?"
Now it was her turn to stare at him as if she was contemplating saying something that she
shouldn't say and would regret saying to her brother, depending upon his reaction to what she
was about to say. Except, in his case, chances are, he wouldn't be offended by whatever she'd say
next.
"Show me your cock," she said staring down at the bulge in his pants.
Chapter 5
"What?"
He knew what she said. He heard her. Yet, not believing what she had just said, he looked at his
sister with sexual excitement. With a sexual lust for his sister enveloping and consuming him, he
couldn't wait to show her his cock.

"You heard me. Show me your cock," she said again. "I want to see it."
He couldn't believe it. His sexy, slutty sister wants to see his cock. Is this what she asks all of her
dates, to see their cocks, or just him, her brother. A sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe
his sister wants him to show her his cock.
"You want me to show you my cock?"
Even after asking her the question, he felt as if he was dreaming. Always wanting to show her his
cock but with her now calling his bluff, as if it was electrified barbed wire instead of an
imaginary demarcation, he was afraid to cross the incestuous line.
"Yes," she said staring at him in the way he was staring at her.
She was staring at the bulge in his pants in the way that he always stares at her tits through her
blouse and bra.
"Are you serious? You really want me to show you my cock?"
Something he'd ask of his sister to show him her tits, he couldn't believe his sister asked of him
to show her his cock. The beginning of an incestuous relationship, he wondered if showing her
his cock would lead to more. Maybe she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Maybe she was
just curious to know what his cock looked like in the way he was curious to see her tits. Maybe
she was just horny and wanted to have sex with him as soon as he showed her his cock.
He wondered what she'd do when he show her his cock. He wondered if she'd just look or would
she touch him and stroke him? With his cock so exposed to her after she requested to see it, he
wondered if his sexy sister would give him a hand job. In the way he's creamed the hand of so
many women he's dated, he imagined creaming his sister's hand with his cum after she
masturbated him. He wondered if she'd allow him to feel her tits while she stroked his cock.
Maybe in the way she's blown so very many men, she'd blow him too, her own brother. Maybe
she'll allow him to have sex with her beautiful body after showing her his cock. Maybe if he got
naked, she'd get naked too. Maybe she'd allow him to finger and lick her pussy. Maybe she'd
allow him to fuck her after he gave her an orgasm with his fingers and tongue. For sure, he'd do
his own sister. Why not? She was hot and he was horny.
"Yeah," she said. "Show me your cock. I want to see it," she said again. "After seeing Daddy's
cock, now I'm curious about seeing your cock too," she said pausing while waiting for him to
show her his cock. "I want to compare you to Dad," she said with a naughty laugh.

"I thought you said you already saw my cock last night standing behind the tree when you saw
me masturbating over watching Mom undress," he said.
"I did but it was dark. I could barely see anything but the shadow of your hand moving quickly
back and forth and back and forth," she said with a laugh when pretending to masturbate herself
with an imaginary cock. "C'mon show me your cock Brett. Being that, no doubt, you've always
wanted to show me your cock, I dare you to show me your cock now," she said looking down at
his bulge again. "I want to see what it looks like up close."
Not knowing why he was delaying in showing her his cock, definitely, he'd love to show his
sister his erect prick. How could he say no to her request when he's dreamed and fantasized of
showing her his prick? He couldn't count the times he's walked around the kitchen with an
erection in his pajamas when his parents weren't home.
"Eww Brett," she said. "Why do you have an erection?"
"Morning wood," he'd laugh.
Even hornier that she noticed his stiff cock, he always she'd ask to see it. He fantasized about her
reaching out to touch it.
With her already sitting at the kitchen table, he always enjoyed accidentally on purpose rubbing
his erect cock against her back or poking her shoulder with it while he was getting his breakfast.
"Eww! Gross! Get that thing away from me Brett," she said acting offended.
Now he wondered how offended she really was. If she wants to see his cock now, he wondered if
she wanted to see his cock then, too.
"Are you sure you want to see my cock Erin?"
Figuring it was a trick to trap him and to get him in trouble with his parents, he was reluctant to
just whip out his cock even though he really wanted to do just that.
"Yes," she said.
He just wanted to strip off his clothes but as if something was stopping him from showing her his
prick, this was his sister after all. Showing her his cock is incestuous. He could go to Hell for
having such sexual thoughts over his sister but she was so beautiful. She was so sexy. Moreover,
she was no virgin. If anything she was a slut and he was so horny.

"You won't get me in trouble by running to tell Mom and Dad that I flashed you my cock?"
"Of course not. Why would I do that? I'm the one asking you to show me your prick," she said.
"C'mon. I want to see my baby brother's prick. Show me your cock."
It didn't take much persuading from Erin for Brett to show his sister his penis. In the way that he
imagined flashing his mother and his mother's best friend, Evelyn, he's always want flash his
sister his cock too. Now, here she is asking him to see his cock and giving him her permission to
expose himself to her. What the Hell was he waiting for?
"Okay," he said unzipping himself and pausing to see if she was playing him before pulling his
cock out through the pee hole of his jeans.
Already half hard, he looked down at his cock before looking up at his sister. As if she was
conducting a biology experiment in her college class instead of in her bedroom with her sitting
on her bed instead of sitting on a lab stool, she leaned forward to stare at her brother's exposed
prick with focused interest. Her stare not only increased his sexual excitement but also
encouraged his erection. He couldn't wait to show her his cock when it was big and hard.
"Take of your pants so I can see it better. I want to see your balls too?"
As if she was the school nurse or his doctor, he couldn't believe his sister wanted to see
everything.
"Take off my pants? Right here, right now, in your bedroom? Why?"
Now that the chips were down and now that she was calling his bluff, he couldn't believe he was
acting like a pussy by not stripping off his pants and underwear. If judging him from his growing
erection, obviously making him feel even more sexually excited in his incestuous, lustful desire
for his big sister, he watched her staring at his cock. Yet why would she want to see his cock and
balls? What was her motivation? Or was this her scam?
Thinking the worst of her being that she's such a bitch, was she going to kick him in the balls to
rupture him as soon as he removed his pants and underwear? Was she going to call rape for her
parents to come running? Was her plan for them to see him naked rolling around in pain on her
bedroom floor? Only his parents weren't home. No one was home but them. Knowing full well
why he wanted to show her his cock, he didn't understand why his sister suddenly wanted to see
his cock.
"How better to see what a guy really looks like than seeing my brothers' cock and balls. Besides

all the cocks I've ever seen were in the darkened backseat of a car or inside a dark dorm room,"
she said laughing. "I can't really get a good look at a cock when it's buried in my mouth or pussy,
now can I?"
Damn, she was such a big pig. He stared at her as if thinking about what to say in response to
that. Instead of just showing her his cock, all that he wanted to do was to masturbate in front of
her. He wondered her reaction if he started pulling his prick. He wondered if she'd watch him
jerk off or if she'd throw him out of her room. He'd love to cum in front of his sister. He'd love to
shoot a load of cum across her bedroom and across her face in the way that he watched his father
do that to his mother.
"I'll remove my pants and show you my cock and balls if you," he said pausing.
Imagining himself removing his pants and underwear in front of his sister, he imagined her
removing her blouse and bra in front of him. In exchange for showing her his cock and balls,
he'd love for her to show him her tits.
"If what?"
"I'll show you my cock if you show me your tits first, I'll show you my cock and balls," he said.
"Yeah, you show me your tits first and I'll show you my cock and balls," he said again obviously
liking how it sounded the first time.
A good plan, he couldn't wait to see her tits in the obvious way that she couldn't wait to see his
cock and balls.
"My tits?" She looked down at her 36C's before looking back at her brother. "You want to see
my tits?"
"Yes," he said.
Having already seen his mother's big tits and Evelyn's big tits, he always wanted to see his
sister's big tits.
"Seriously? You really want to see my tits?"
Having been teased by her lots of times before, he knew that she was teasing him now. She
looked down at her breasts again. Always teasing him and driving him mad with wild, sexual
desire for her, she always gave him up skirt views of her panties, up nightgown views of her
pussy, down blouse views of her bra, and down nightgown views of her tits. She cupped her
breasts in her hands through her blouse and bra and raised them higher as if she was serving

them up to her brother. In the way that she cupped her breasts in her hands through her blouse
and bra was the way that he'd love to cup her big tits with his hands.
"No doubt, you've seen lots of tits before. You've seen Mom's tits. I bet you've even seen
Evelyn's tits. Maybe you've even seen Christine's tits. They're just tits Brett," she said belittling
her tits.
Not like her to disparage her tits, he knew she was proud of her tits. In the way that she flashed
her tits by wearing low cut blouses and skin tight tops, he knew that she loved her tits.
"Yeah, but they're your tits Erin, my big sister's tits. C'mon, show me your tits. I showed you my
cock. Show me your tits and I'll remove my pants and underwear to show you my cock and balls
together."
"Actually I have great tits Brett, I do," she said really teasing him now. He watched her feel her
big tits while fingering her nipples through her bra and blouse. "All the guys love my big tits and
my big nipples. They love feeling my tits," she said continuing to feel her tits while looking at
him watching her feeling her big boobs. "And they love sucking my big nipples," she said
pulling her nipples out through her blouse and bra with her index finger and thumb. "I have big
nipples Brett. I bet you'd love to suck my nipples."
"I can see that you have big nipples," he said staring at the impressions her nipples made in her
blouse and bra while running a slow tongue across his lips as if he was in some desperate need of
some warm milk. "Yes, I'd love to suck your nipples Erin," after you suck my cock, he thought to
say but didn't dare.
Even though she was a slut and even though he was horny, this was his sister and not some
whore he picked up at a bar.
"Do you like seeing tits Brett?"
"What guy doesn't like seeing tits? I'd love to see your tits Erin?"
"Tell me Brett," she said feeling, fondling, and caressing her tits through her blouse and bra. "Do
you like feeling tits Brett?"
"I love feeling tits while making out, especially when French kissing," he said staring at her
hands having their wicked way with her tits in the way that he wished he could.
"What about sucking tits Brett? Do you like sucking tits?"

He couldn't help but imagine sucking his sister's tits when she said that. He'd love nothing more
than to suck her big nipples.
"Gees, Erin, you're such tease. You're making me insane. Show me your tits," he said again
while staring and waiting for her to lift her blouse and bra to show him her tits.
"So what you're saying is, you'd not only do you want to see my tits but also you'd want to
French kiss me while feeling my tits and fingering and sucking my nipples. Is that it?"
"Oh God yes. I so want to see your big tits Erin, feel your big tits, and finger and suck your big
nipples. You have a nice rack," he said. "I've always wanted to see your big boobs."
"Seeing my tits and feeling my tits is one thing but sucking your sister's nipples is something
else. Think about it, could you really kiss me? Could you seriously French kiss your own sister?"
"Yeah, I could," he said, "especially if you were topless and especially if you were going to fuck
me."
"So now not only do you want to see my tits and suck my nipples but also you want to French
kiss me while fucking me too," she said. "Is that it?"
"Yeah, I guess Erin, but sex is never preplanned. It's just progresses. It just happens," he said.
"One thing leads to another."
"Oh don't I know that," she said laughing while fluttering her eyelids as if she was recollecting
all of her many sexual affairs and lovers. "Nonetheless, what do you seeing my tits have to do
with you showing me your cock?"
"Tits for cock. Tits for cock," he said laughing. "You show me your tits and I'll show you my
cock. This way I'll have something over you. You can't go running to Mom and Dad telling them
that I flashed you my cock without me telling them that you flashed me your tits first."
He wondered if she was going to show him her tits. If she didn't show him her tits, not willing to
miss this opportunity, he'd strip off his pants and underwear to show her his cock and balls
anyway. Only, it would be better if she showed him part of her body too. It would be better if she
was sitting there topless while he was standing there bottomless. If she flashed him too, he
wouldn't feel like the incestuous pervert of a brother that he is. Hoping she would, he couldn't
believe that she was really going to show him her boobs. If she did, he'd be masturbating over
seeing his sister's breasts for the rest of his life.
"Fair enough. Okay," she said lifting her blouse and bra without further hesitation or

conversation.
As if she was lifting her blouse and bra in slow motion and as if he was dreaming her or sexually
fantasizing her lifting her blouse and bra, he was stunned when she raised her blouse and bra to
flash him her tits.
"Wow! Now those are the best tits I've ever seen and I'm seen some awesome tits in Playboy," he
said.
Once released from her bra, her breasts fell as if they were two, heavy bowling balls suspended
on a rope. Swaying and jiggling as if teasing him to reach out to touch them, feel them, fondle
them, caress them, and suck them, they were a sight to behold.
"Okay, it's your turn now. I flashed you my tits now remove your pants and underwear to show
me your cock and balls," she said putting her tits back in her bra and lowering her blouse.
"Uh uh, no way, that's not good enough," he said. "You flashed me your tits way too fast. I didn't
get a good enough look at them," he said.
I didn't even get a feel of them is what he really wanted to say but not wanting to ruin things by
rushing things, he didn't dare.
"No way? We made a deal Brett. Remember? Tits for cock? I showed you my tits now you show
me your cock and balls. That's the deal," said.
"You put your tits away too fast. That wasn't nearly a good enough flash. You expect me to walk
around naked in your room when you just flashed me your tits for a lousy two seconds. That's
not fair Erin. That's not fair," he said.
"Okay, okay, so what do you want me to do?"
"Take off your blouse and bra and I'll remove my pants and underwear. I want to see you
topless," he said, "and I'll stand here bottomless."
She looked down at herself before looking up at him. As if his eyes were lasers that could burn
off her blouse and bra and as if her blouse and bra were still raised, he leered at her breasts.
Obviously with both of them sexually aroused and horny, with brother wanting sister as much as
sister wanted brother, in the way that he was looking at her with lustful desire now was the same
way that she was looking at him before.
"You're such a pig Brett but I love it," she said laughing at him staring at her.

"I'm happy being a pig when I have a sexy sister who looks like you," he said smiling.
"Thank you," she said.
As if he was undressing her with his eyes and he was, he stared at her as if she was already
topless when she wasn't. Enjoying the moment, he watched her give him a slow striptease show.
He watched her unbuttoned her blouse one slow button at a time while looking down at each
unbuttoned button to see what she was showing him and before looking up at him to see what he
could see of her. With her blouse unbuttoned and her bra and cleavage exposed to him, she
stared at him staring at her.
"Take off your blouse Erin. I want to see how you look in your sexy bra," he said hypnotized by
the sexy sight of his sister sitting there in her bra.
She removed her blouse, sucked in her stomach, and puffed out her bra clad chest, a move that
made her breasts appear even bigger, not that she needed to make them appear any larger than
they were.
"There," she said turning from side to side. "What do you think?"
"What do I think? I think you have big tits Erin. Damn you have big tits," he said. "Now your
bra. Remove your bra. I want to see your tits," he said. "I can't wait to see your tits."
She reached around behind her to unhook her bra. With her bra unhooked, as if letting out a
breath, her big tits relaxed.
"Are you ready for shock and awe? This one is shock," she said pointing to her left boob, "and
this one is awe," she said pointing to her right boob.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Show me your tits Erin. I can't wait to see your big tits," he said.
He stared at her as if he was peeping at her. He stared at her as if he was seeing something that
he shouldn't see and wasn't supposed to see. He stared at her as if he was staring at a desirable,
young, sexy woman instead of lusting over his big sister.
"Here goes little brother, here goes," she said removing her bra, first one cup and then the other,
before sitting tall, sucking in her tummy, and puffing out her chest again.
"Wow! You have big tits like Mom's tits only better. Your breasts don't sag in the way that
Mom's breasts do."

"Her breasts sag because she breast fed us and because she's older," she said looking down at her
tits, while touching them and fondling them before fingering her nipples. "Now that you're
seeing my tits, take off your pants and show me your cock and balls."
As if they were both watching a live sex show and they were, she stared at him staring at her. As
if she was flashing him on web cam, they continued staring at one another.
"What are you going to do when I show you my cock and balls?"
He knew what he hoped she'd do. He hoped she'd touch his cock and fondle his cock before
stroking his cock. At the very least, he hoped his sexy sister would give him a hand job. Oh yeah,
he'd love for Erin to jerk off his cock. He'd love to squirt his warm cum all over her hot hand.
"What do you mean? What am I going to do?" Playing his game, she put her finger to her red,
full lips while giving him a sexy look. "That depends, what do you want me to do?"
In a rush, all the things that he wanted his sister to sexually do flashed through his mind.
"Will you touch them and feel them?"
He imagined his sister stroking his cock while cupping his balls.
"Would you like me to touch and feel your cock and balls?"
"Oh yeah," he said with her not having to ask him twice.
"I don't know. Maybe," she said flipping her long, blonde hair again while watching his reaction
to seeing her flip her hair. "It's one thing for me to show you my tits and another thing for you to
show me your cock but for me to feel your cock and balls is too much like incest," she said
splitting the definition.
With her sitting there topless and him with his cock sticking out of his pants, to anyone seeing
this brother and sister together, no doubt about it, they've already crossed the line of incest.
"I won't tell if you don't tell," he said with a laugh.
"Is that what you want me to do? You want me to touch and feel your cock and balls," she said
unmercifully teasing him.
"Oh God yes. I'd love for you to touch me and feel my cock Erin," he said. "I'd love for you to
stroke me. I'd love for you to masturbate me."

"I bet you would," she said with a laugh. "We'll see but, being that I'm already sitting her topless
in front of my little brother, first you have to take off your pants and underwear to show me your
stuff," she said.
"Okay," he said, "but don't forget that you asked for this. This was all your idea," he said kicking
off his sneakers to remove his jeans and underwear. "Well, what do you think?" He looked down
at his cock before looking up at his sister and before turning from side to side.
"Wow, I'm impressed. It's bigger than I thought it would be. I thought it would be the size of
Daddy's prick," she said. "You have a big cock Brett, much bigger than Dad's cock," she said
looking from his cock to look up at his face before returning her focus to his big prick.
"So, you weren't kidding when you said that you've seen Dad's cock?"
"I've seen Dad's cock lots of times. He's such a pervert. He's always exposing himself to me. He's
always walking around me naked whenever it's just the two of us alone in the house. Obviously
wanting me to touch it, to wrap my fingers around his cock, and to stroke his cock, I've been
waiting for him to put my hand on his cock. I'd never make the first move."
Always wanting to expose his cock to her, he couldn't believe his father beat him to the punch.
"Really? You'd touch Dad's cock?"
As soon as she said that he imagined her touching his cock, stroking his cock, and masturbating
his prick.
"Yeah, sure, why not? It's just a cock. If he put my hand on his cock, I'd give him a hand job.
Actually," she said with a sick laugh, "I've been waiting for him to force me to my knees to suck
him," she said. "In the way that he's always flashing me his cock, I figured that he would. No
doubt, he'd let me suck him if I asked. Who knows, maybe he'd buy me a new car if I gave him a
blowjob and allowed him to fuck me," she laughed.
Suddenly the image of his sister on her knees and sucking his father filled him with incestuous
lust as if a light switch was turned on in his brain.
"Damn," he said. "I had no idea that Dad was like that," he said looking at her. "I had no idea
that you were like that," he said with a laugh. "I mean, I knew you were a slut with all the guys
you slept with but—"
"Shut up," she said with a laugh. "I'm not a slut. Okay, maybe I'm a little slutty but I don't go

around sleeping with everyone. I'm very discriminating who I suck and fuck," she said tossing
her hair again.
Paralyzed with the image of his sister on her knees and sucking their father, he couldn't believe
his father was so perverted to be walking around his daughter naked as he was perverted now to
be standing nearly naked in her room.
"It's still shocking to me that Dad walks around you naked, his own daughter," he said. "He's
such a pervert."
Again, he imagined his father walking around the house in front of Erin with his cock dangling
and swaying. What father does that? What father exposes his cock to his daughter? What
daughter looks and wishes that her father will take the next step to have incestuous sex with her?
This family is so fucked up but glad that it is, he's never felt such sexual excitement as he was
feeling now exposing his cock to his sexy sister.
"Definitely he is and by the way he leers at me, he wants to fuck me, I know he does. Like father
like son, I bet he masturbates over me too. In the way that you are and in the way that I am too,
he's such a pervert," she said with a laugh.
Brett couldn't remove the image of his father walking around his sister naked.
"I wish Mom would walk around me naked," he said. "I'd love to see her without her clothes. I
wish Evelyn would walk around me naked too. I'd love to see her without her clothes too. She's
so hot. She has an even better body than Mom and Mom is a total MILF."
"Stroke yourself," she said ignoring the comment he said about wishing his mother and Evelyn
would walk around him naked, no doubt, to refocus his attention back to her. "I want to see you
make it bigger and harder. I want to see your cock when it's angry."
"You stroke my cock," he said pushing out his hips for her to take his cock in hand.
"No, I'd rather watch you play with yourself," she said. "Maybe later, if you're a good boy, I'll
stroke you but for now let me see you make yourself hard."
"Damn," he said mumbling to himself. "I still can't believe that Dad walks around naked in front
of you flashing you his prick and I have to go outside and stare up at her bedroom window to see
Mom naked. That's not fair. If I knew that Dad was flashing you all this time, I would have
flashed you my cock a long time ago," he said looking at her with another question. "Tell me.
Did you ever flash Dad your tits?"

He could only imagine his father staring at his daughter's tits in the way that he was staring at his
sister's tits now.
"With all the down blouse and down nightgown view that I've giving him and you, I'm sure he's
seen my tits Brett. We live in the same house and I'm not very modest and careful about my body
as I should be around you and around Daddy," she said. "It wouldn't surprise me if Dad's hidden
a camera in my room or in the bathroom."
"Damn, I'd love to watch that video," he said with a dirty laugh. "If he's hidden a camera, I bet
he's caught you masturbating. How come guys are all such perverts?"
"It's just the way that the sexes are," she laughed with a shrug. "Go ahead and stroke yourself. I
want to see how big it gets when erect."
"What are you going to measure it?"
"Sure. I'll measure your cock if you want me to," she said with a shrug and while removing a
ruler from her desk drawer.
"You realize, of course, that you'd have to touch my cock to measure my cock. Right?"
"So? No big deal, no pun intended," she laughed while staring at her brother's cock. "I don't mind
touching your cock. Having given lots of guys hand jobs, I've touched plenty of cocks before."
"Only..." he said staring at her tits.
"Only what?"
"If you feel my cock, I'd want to touch your tits," he said.
"I'm really not feeling your cock Brett. I just need to touch your cock to measure your cock but,"
she said looking at him staring at her with big puppy dog eyes. "Sure, go ahead. You can feel my
tits. Get it over with and feel my tits," she said sitting upright to puff out her chest.
In an instant his horny hands were all over his sister's big tits. Then, when he started to finger her
nipples, she covered her breasts with her forearm.
"Okay, that's enough. I want to watch you stroke yourself so that I can measure your cock," she
said. "Go ahead Brett. Make yourself big and hard."
So very sexually excited, Brett slowly stroked himself before stroking himself faster and before

moving his hand away to step closer to her. He turned to the side for her to measure his cock.
"You know, of course, that my cock would get bigger, faster, if you stroked me," he said with a
shit eating grin.
"I bet it would," she said laughing.
"It would get bigger faster, if you allowed me to fondle your tits while fingering your nipples as
you stroked my cock," he said staring at her naked breasts.
"Okay, go ahead," she said moving her forearm away from her breasts for him to feel her tits
while fingering her nipples again. "But I'm not going to masturbate you, not yet, anyway," she
said with a laugh.
Again Erin allowed her brother to touch, feel, fondle, and caress her big boobs while fingering
her erect nipples. Sexually excited having his wicked sexual way with her tits, he continued
stroking himself.
"How's that?" He looked down at his cock before looking up at her again. "Is it big enough?"
He moved his hand away from her tits and his other hand away from his cock to show her his
sister his erect prick. Looking down at his cock again, he looked at his erect cock with pride and
at his sister with lust.
"Wow! You really do have a big cock Brett," she said she said staring at his erection. "You have
the biggest prick I've ever seen. Not only is it long but it's thick too. That's unusual. Cock are
either thin and long or short and fat. I have a sewing measuring tape that I can measure the
diameter of your prick if you want me to do that too. Only, I'd have to hold your cock in my hand
to do that," she said smiling.
Wrapping her fingers around his stiff prick, he imagined his sister not only holding his cock but
also stroking his cock. Other than receiving a blowjob from her, he'd love nothing better than
receiving a hand job from her.
"Really?" He looked at her as if she just ask if she could blow him. "Go ahead and measure it. I
don't mind you holding my cock in your hand Erin, if you don't mind," he said. "I'm curious to
know how big it is too."
She lightly touched the underside of his erect prick to hold it in place while measuring the length
of his cock.

"It's a little more than 8", almost 8 ½. That's big. What's the average size prick?"
"About five to six inches," he said. "Now measure the diameter of it too."
She wrapped her measuring tape around his cock and held it there in place with her hand.
"It's almost two inches around," she said with pride. "What's average?"
"About an inch and a half," he said with arrogant conceit.
"Wow, I had no idea that my little brother has such a big cock," she said with a sexy smile.
Already so sexually excited showing his sister his cock, his sister showing him her tits, and now
with his sister actually touching his cock to measure his prick, he needed to cum. He needed a
release. In the way that his father was eager to cum for his mother, he couldn't wait to cum for
his sister. A memory he'd have for the rest of his life, he'll be masturbating over this day forever.
Eager to say what he was feeling, too excited to speak, the words didn't come out right.
"I'll feel your tits and will finger your nipples again, if you masturbate me," he said.
"Pardon?"
"I said, I'll feel your tits and finger your nipples, if you masturbate me," he said again not
knowing how else to say what he felt to tell he what he wanted.
"You will, huh?" She laughed. "You'll feel my tits and finger my nipples if I jerk you off? Gee
thanks," she said laughing. "What's in it for me?"
With his mind not working with his mouth, even he couldn't believe what he blurted out next.
"I'll let you blow me," he said with a laugh.
She laughed while shaking her head.
"You will, huh? God, you're such a typical guy, a typical jock. Again, I ask you, what's in it for
me?"
He looked down at her panties and pussy mound that she had been flashing him since he walked
in her bedroom and closed her door. Wanting to correct his misspoken words by showing her
that he wasn't a typical guy but a generous lover, he voiced what he was feeling now again.

"What if I licked your pussy?"
As soon as he said that the imagine image of his sister's shapely legs resting over his shoulders
and down his back consumed him with incestuous, sexual lust for her and for her pussy.
"Licked my pussy?" She looked down at herself and raised her skirt enough to flash him more of
her panties. "Go on. You're getting warmer," she said with interest.
Lifting her knees, she sat with her legs spread open to show him the perfect view of her panty
clad pussy. With wisps of her blonde pussy hair peeking through the sides of her panty, she was
making him horny to touch her where no brother should ever touch her sister. He imagined
pushing her panty aside to rub her clit while fingering her pussy. He stopped short at imagining
himself licking his sister's pussy.
God, what did he just say? Could he really lick his sister's pussy? In the horny way he was
feeling now, with her topless and his cock so exposed, yeah, he could. He could lick his sister's
cunt.
"What if I gave you an orgasm with my fingers and tongue?"
Having heard her having an orgasm before from her masturbating herself, instead of being filled
with the sounds of her pleasuring herself, his brain was filled with her screaming over the sexual
pleasure that he promised to give her.
"Now you're talking," she said rubbing her pussy through her panties.
"Yeah, definitely, I'd give you oral sex," he said imagining her squirming all over her bed.
Imagining his face drenched with his sister's vaginal secretions, maybe she'll reciprocate the
favor and allow him to give her a cum bath. Oh, yeah, he'd love to cum all over his sister's pretty
face in the way that his mother allowed his father to cum all over her pretty face while their
neighbor Christine watched and masturbated. If she allowed him to give her a cum bath, he could
never look at her face again without thinking of her dripping with his cum.
"Really? You'd do that for me? Now that's hot," she said staring at him while obviously trying to
read him. "You'd eat me? You'd eat your own sister?"
"Sure, why not? I'd love to lick your pussy, that is, so long are you blew me," he said.
"Only," she said ignoring his last comment about her blowing him. "If I allow you to eat me, you
can't stop until I cum. That's the deal. I don't want you making me sexually frustrated. Once you

start eating me, you have to finish the job until I cum," she said.
Oh God what is he getting himself into? With the perverse, sexual hormones that his sister has,
the same ones that he has, he could only imagine his jaw getting so tired and his tongue so
exhausted from licking her that both hurt.
"I can do that," he said returning to his last statement. "And what's in it for me if I give you an
orgasm?"
He hoped she'd say the magic word, blowjob, and he couldn't believe his ears when she did.
"Oh my God, Brett," she said fluttering her eyelids. "If you gave me an orgasm with your finger
and tongue, I'd blow you. I'll suck your cock like no one has ever sucked your cock before," she
said. "I'll even allow you to cum in my mouth," she said with deliriousness. She put her hand to
her mouth as if she was already stroking him while sucking him. "Would you like that Brett?
Would you like to cum in my mouth," she said running a slow tongue across her red, full lips
again.
"Are you kidding me? God yes Erin. I'd love to cum in your mouth," he said staring at her lips
and at her tongue. "Will you swallow too?"
"No, actually, not usually a spitter but, if you don't mind, I'd rather spit you out in measuring cup
to see how much cum you have."
"A measuring cup? Seriously? You would?" He looked at her as if she was nuts.
"Yeah, I would," she said.
"Why?"
"Because if I continue giving you regular blowjobs, I'd like to know if I can encourage you to
cum more in the way that Mom encourages Dad to cum more for her."
Did his sexy sister just say if she continues giving you regular blowjobs she'd like to know if she
can encourage him to cum more?
"Regular blowjobs? Seriously?" He looked at her as if she was insane. He looked at her as if she
was the perfect sister. "You'd really give me regular blowjobs?"
"Yeah, sure. Why not? If I sucked your cock once, why wouldn't I suck your cock again, a dozen
times, or a hundred times? The first time sucking someone's prick is always the most sexually

exciting as it is the most difficult to do, especially being that you're my brother," she said.
Wow!"
"It's just a blowjob Brett," she said with a shrug. "It's no big deal. It isn't as if I'm allowing you to
fuck me," she said parting her legs even more to expose all of her panty clad pussy to him.
If it was no big deal for her to blow him, it certainly was a big deal for his sister to suck him. He
remained silent for a long minute while thinking about fucking his sister.
"Will you allow me to fuck you?"
He wondered if she preferred being on the bottom or on top. Knowing her, she'd prefer being on
the top in the way that she rides the mechanical bull at the bar while showing all the men her
panties.
"Maybe but not today. I'm getting my period," she said. "But yeah, we could screw."
"Getting your period?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You won't get your period while I'm eating you, will you? I don't want all of that blood in my
mouth."
"No," she said with a laugh. "Don't be so squeamish."
"Okay then, take off your skirt and panties. Show me your pussy," said Brett. "I can't wait to see
your ass Erin. You have a beautiful ass. Your ass looks so round and firm that I bet I can bounce
a quarter off of it and catch it," he said with a laugh.
As if she was a stripper on stage, Erin slowly stripped off her short skirt and bikini panties to
stand in front of her brother naked. Naked, naked, naked, Erin was naked and standing in front of
her brother unembarrassed and unashamed. As if he was dreaming and/or sexually fantasizing
his sister standing there naked, Brett stared at her trimmed, blonde pussy as if he had never seen
a pussy before. He couldn't wait until she was on her knees blowing him while he reached his
hand down to feel her tits and finger her nipples.
"Well?"
As if he heard her voice from a distance, she interrupted his sexual fantasy of her blowing him.

"Well what?"
"What are you waiting for? Eat me. Finger me and lick my pussy. Give me the orgasm that you
said you'd give me with your fingers and tongue," she said with glee.
Awakening him from his sexual fantasy of his sister sucking his cock, he forgot that the deal was
that he had to eat her first.
"Actually," he paused. "I thought you'd blow me first," he said.
"I bet you did," she said with a laugh. "Fat chance. The deal is you lick my pussy and if you give
me an orgasm, I'll suck your cock. The deal is that you may cum in my mouth, so long as I can
spit you out to measure your cum in a measuring cup."
"Okay, okay," he said.
"Go down to the kitchen to get a measuring cup," she said.
"I'm not wearing any pants and underwear," he said.
"So?"
"What if someone sees me?"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like for Mom and/or for Evelyn to see your cock," she
said.
"Actually, I would," he said with a dirty laugh.
"There's no one home," she said.
Chapter 6
Eager to have sex with his sister, at his sister's request, Brett walked out of Erin's room to get the
measuring cup in the kitchen downstairs. Weird that she'd want to measure his cum in the way
that his mother does with his father, he wasn't about to question or object to his sister measuring
his cum. So long as he'd get to have sex with his sexy sister, he didn't care what fetish or what
kind of kink aroused her or that she needed to do for him to have his wicked way with her hot,
naked body.

Thinking that they were alone in the house, Brett emerged from Erin's room without his pants
and underwear. He had an erection and a sense of freedom overwhelmed him as soon as he
neared Evelyn's closed bedroom door. As if to pay homage to her, he stopped in front of her
room and stared at her closed door as if she was standing there and he was staring at her.
He wished she was home to open her bedroom door and catch him naked in the hall. Being that
his sister made him so horny, he had the urge to go in Evelyn's bedroom and go through her
panty drawer. If he wasn't about to have sex with his sister, since he's done that before, he would
have done fished through her sexy lingerie. If he wasn't about to have sex with his sister, he'd
make himself comfortable on Evelyn's bed while masturbating and holding a pair of her panties
in his hand before sniffing them. If he wasn't about to have sex with his sister, he'd spend some
quality time in Evelyn's room and going through and touching her things, especially her sexy
underthings.
Only, as if a dream come true or a sexual fantasy, as soon as he was about to move on from
Evelyn's door to go down to the kitchen for the measuring cup, Evelyn emerged from her
bedroom wearing her sexy, standardized uniform of a short skirt and a low cut top. He didn't
know she was home. He couldn't believe she was here. He couldn't believe she was standing
there staring at him in the way that he was standing there staring at her.
Always dressed in a short skirt and a low cut top, she never wore anything that didn't show her
long shapely legs, not even a tight pair of jeans that shaped her sexy ass. He's seen her in a pair
of tight, painted on jeans once and she looked incredible. Never wearing a bulky sweatshirt that
hid her big breasts or a tight sweater that highlighted her tits, she never wore a top that didn't
show her long line of cleavage, the tops of her jiggling breasts, and the impressions of her big
nipples.
If judging her by how she dressed every day, short skirts and low cut tops, one may think that
she was a whore, but she wasn't. Slutty perhaps, sexy definitely, he could tell that she was proud
of her long, shapely legs, and big breasts. Not shy or embarrassed to admit, more than once he's
dreamt about her long legs wrapped around his waist and/or his neck. More than once he's
dreamt of her on top of him bouncing topless and her hanging her big tits over his face for him to
suck her nipples, while she pounded his prick deeper in her pussy.
As soon as he turned away from her room, the sound of her doorknob made him look back.
Hearing her doorknob turn, he froze. As if injected with a paralyzing drug, unable to move, all he
could do was stare at her bedroom door. As if happening in slow motion and as if he was
dreaming the scene, he watched her doorknob turn and her door slowly open. Knowing full well
who was behind the door, his eyes were transfixed on her sexy image.
Forgetting for a second that he was so exposed and so sexually excited, it was then that he

ealized his semi erect cock was in plain view. Unable to run away, he could only stare at Evelyn
standing in her bedroom doorway staring at his cock in the way that he was staring at her blouse
and bra clad breasts. As if hypnotized by her beautiful breasts, he loved the heavy impression her
breasts made in her clothes and he'd give anything to see her huge tits and to suck on her big
nipples.
She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was his mother's age and a real MILF. In the way
that he's always wanted to have sex with his mother, from the very first time he saw his mother's
best friend so long ago with her blonde hair and bodacious body, he's always wanted to have sex
with Evelyn.
His wildest sexual fantasy was to have sex not only with his mother but also with his mother's
best friend at the same time. How hot would that be to watch them taking turns sucking his cock
before he pounded his mother's pussy while eating Evelyn. Switching off, he imagined pounding
Evelyn's pussy while he ate his mother. Knowing it was nothing more than a sexual fantasy, here
he was now standing in the hall with Evelyn staring at his throbbing prick. As if they were
coworkers passing in the hall, he only wished that this was a daily occurrence.
"Brett," she said with a laugh.
"Evelyn," was all that he could say.
She stared down at his exposed prick before saying another word. There was a silent pause as if
her pause was out of respect at how large his appendage that protruded from his shirttails was.
Tit for cock, she stared at his erection in the way that he always stared at her blouse and bra clad
breasts and in the way that he was staring at her now. He loved her tits. She had such big tits and
as big as his mother's tits and he wished he could touch them, feel them, fondle them, caress
them, and suck them. He do anything to pull, turn, and twist her nipples while biting her big
nipples.
"How nice to see you, all of you," she laughed while using what she had just said to ogle his
cock longer.
"Sorry," he said.
Not nearly as embarrassed as much as he was sexually excited, he made a feeble attempt to cover
his erection with his hand.
"By the size of your cock, you have nothing to feel sorry about Brett," she said with a dirty
laugh. "If anything you should be proud," she said making eye contact with him before lowering
her stare again. "Take your hand away. Let me see it. Show me your cock," she said in the way

that his sister had said, show me your cock.
Still staring at his hand with his cock peeking from behind it, he watched the impressions of her
big nipples push through her bra and blouse. He wondered if she wanted to suck his cock as
much as he wanted to suck her nipples.
"I didn't know anyone was home," he said obediently moving his hand away to show her his big
prick.
"Obviously," she said with a knowing smile while continuing to stare at his big prick. She looked
from him to down the hall and to Erin's open bedroom door. "Because you thought that there was
no one home," she gave him a sexy smile. "Is that why you were coming out of your sister's
bedroom?"
"Oh God," he said coming to his senses after forgetting all about his sister. "Please don't tell my
mom and dad," he said as if he was a boy and not an 18 year old man.
Continuing to stare at his hardening prick, she didn't say if she would or wouldn't tell his parents
that he emerged from his sister's bedroom naked. As if she was an executioner or a seductress,
difficult for him to tell which at this moment in time, he didn't know if his secret was exposed for
her to destroy him or seduce him. Not knowing which, he would soon know her intentions.
"Being that you're naked and were in Erin's room, am I to surmise that you were having sex with
your sister?"
Busted. He was so busted. He couldn't even begin to imagine what he'd say to his mother and
father as the reason, other than to have sex with his sister, why he was in her room without his
pants and underwear.
"No," he said not very convincingly and feeling himself turning red. "We weren't having sex."
Even though he wasn't caught in the act of eating his sister or his sister was caught sucking him,
even though all of the evidence was circumstantial yet, even he wouldn't believe that he wasn't
having or was about to have sex with his sister. He needed to do better than that to convince
Evelyn that he wasn't sexually intimate with Erin. He needed to do better than that to convince
her not to tell his parents that he was about to have incestuous sex with his sister.
"I'm sorry for suspecting the worst," she said making eye contact with him again. "I apologize
for thinking that you were having sex with Erin. With you standing in the hall with your cock
exposed, what else was I to assume?" She looked from his eyes back down to his cock while
giving him a sexy look.

"It's not the way it appears," he said while not knowing what else to say.
"It's not, huh?" She laughed. "With you being practically naked Brett and your hand covering
your erect cock, is much like you holding a smoking gun and saying that you haven't fired it,"
she said taking that as her opportunity to stare at what she could see of his erection again,
Busted! Turning a bright red, he stared at her staring at him. He only wished Erin had caught him
coming out of Evelyn's room instead of Evelyn catching him coming out of Erin's room. He
wondered if Evelyn was jealous that he wanted to have sex with his sister instead of her. Only,
not an appropriate time to tell her that he'd love to do her, he was too young and too sexually
inexperienced to navigate these sexual turbulent water that was patrolled by the other woman.
Unable to read her, he couldn't tell if she'd tell his parents about him coming out of Erin's room
without his pants or if she'd keep that as their special, sexy secret.
"All we did was to strip naked in front of one another. We didn't do anything. We didn't do
anything wrong," he said. "We didn't have sex," he said.
Instead of just saying that they didn't have sex, his way to hopefully appease her and for her to
have sex with him, he wanted to finish the sentence with that he'd never have sex with his big
sister but he'd be lying. He's always wanted to have sex with his big sister. He couldn't wait to
have sex with his big sister. If he did say that he'd never have sex with his big sister, she'd never
believe him anyway. Instead of saying that he'd never have sex with Erin, he could have said, we
didn't have sex, not yet.
In actuality, he could have said, I'd rather have sex with you, Evelyn. You're the one that I want
but he didn't say that either. He wondered if he had said that he wanted to have sex with her
instead of with his sister, in the way that she was staring at his cock, if she would have pulled
him in her room, fucked him silly, and sucked him until he ejaculated in her mouth. If only
judging her by her lurid stare of his exposed prick, now that he knows that she wants him as
much as he wants her, after he has sex with his sister, a diabolical but delightful plan, she'd be
next on his list.
Yet with Erin naked in her room and waiting for him to return with a measuring cup to measure
his cum, at that point, he'd rather have sex with his sister than with Evelyn. Evelyn, he can save
for later. Evelyn, if judging her desire for him by her sexy stare at his cock, he could have sex
with any time. Being that she was his mother's best friend, business partner, and slept over in the
guest bedroom whenever working late, she was always around. His sister on the other hand,
always busy, was seldom around. Very popular because she was so pretty, so sexy, and so slutty,
when not away at college, she was always out with her friends or going on dates.

A onetime offer, he had a feeling that this may be his only opportunity to have sex with his
sister. Just the thought of Erin naked in her room while waiting for him to return with the
measuring cup made him wild with sexual desire and incestuous lust for his sister. He couldn't
wait to spread her legs, part her pussy lips, and eat her while he fondled her big breasts and
fingered her hard nipples. He couldn't wait to fuck his sister. He couldn't wait for her to suck his
cock. He couldn't wait to put a hand behind her pretty head and cum in her mouth. Yeah,
definitely, truth be told, after Evelyn went back in her room and closed her bedroom door, he
couldn't wait to have sex with his sister. Moreover, he couldn't wait to tell Erin that Evelyn not
only saw his cock but also stared at his cock.
"Not yet, you mean," she said with a smile and a reflective look. "I remember when I just turned
18 years old, of legal age then as it still is now, my four, much older brothers got me drunk to
celebrate my 18th birthday. It was all so very innocent fun, that is, until it turned ugly," said
Evelyn looking off to the distance as if reliving that day and, no doubt, she was.
"What happened?"
Brett knew full well what would happen with a drunken sister and four older brothers but, living
vicariously and figuring it would be so sexually exciting to hear what happened between her and
her four brothers from her lips, she didn't disappoint him in telling him her said tale of
incestuous, sexual abuse.
"My mother wasn't home that day," she said looking up at the ceiling as if she was there with her
four brothers. "Always out partying with some man she picked up at a bar, she was never home
and I was always home alone with my brothers. Already 18 years old, as if I needed babysitting,
imagine four, drunken men babysitting their sister who had a body like mine," she said moving
her hands down her as if she was a Price Is Right showcase.
"I can only imagine," he said wishing he was there to witness what happened next.
"Unlike the mutual agreeable, albeit incestuous relationship that you have with your sister, the
incestuous relationship that I had with my brothers wasn't consensual. It was forced. Unlike you
not stating that you haven't had sex with your sister, so you say, they all had sex with me over
and again. Over the course of a few months, until I managed to save enough money and find a
girlfriend to stay with, so that I could get the Hell out of there, forcing me to suck them, they
repeatedly raped me."
He looked at her seemingly stunned by her confession.
"I'm sorry Evelyn. I'm so sorry," he said. "It's nothing like that between Erin and me. She wants
me as much as I want her," he said wishing he was in bed with Erin right now and had never

umped into Evelyn.
Feeling so bad for her sad background, all that she endured and survived, listening to her talking
about what her brothers did to her was as emotionally upsetting as it was sexually exciting for
him. An 18 year old boy of a man, what could he possibly say that hasn't already been better said
by a professional to console and consul her? Physically demonstrating his insensitivity to what
she had endured and obviously survived, adding to his uncomfortableness, he was more sexually
excited by all that she told him. If he continued standing there in the hall with his erection getting
harder by the details she told him of the forced incestuous sex that she had with her four
brothers, he'd only make her feel worse instead of better. Obviously still emotionally distraught,
instead of offering her his sympathy, his built in thermometer and litmus stick, all that he could
involuntarily do was to make his cock throb and harden by all that she was confessing to him.
She looked at him as if he was her on the spot psychiatrist and this was her weekly, albeit
impromptu therapy session. Or was she telling him all of this personal, incestuously sexual
information that happened to her so very long ago as her way to sexually excite him and to
seduce him. He wondered. In the way that he lusted over her, she didn't need a ruse to sexually
excite him or to make him want her. He's always wanted to have sex with his mother's best
friend.
"Kissing and kissing me," she continued, "they touched and felt me," she said moving her hands
all over her body to feel her breasts, her ass, and her pussy through her clothes. As if she was a
fan dancer and her hands were her fans, his horny eyes followed her hands wherever she touched
herself while, no doubt, wishing that he was touching her there, there, and everywhere. "Where
no brothers should ever touch and feel their sister, the four of them touched and felt me through
my clothes," she said closing her eyes and putting her head back as if she was reliving their
sexual assault.
Obviously not knowing what else to say, all that he could do was to voice his sympathy for all
that she's been suffered and endured as a sexual abuse victim.
"I'm sorry Evelyn. I'm so sorry," he said.
As if he was fully dressed, they talked in the hall. An older woman and a younger man, just as it
was curious that an 18 year old man would want a 42 year old woman, it was curious how a 42
year old woman would want an 18 year old man. As if his cock wasn't out on display and/or as if
it was normal for him to have his cock so exposed to his mother's best friend, they continued
discussing her family memories and continued talking about sex.
"Fortunately for me," she said popping open her big, blue eyes, "all just a blurred nightmare now
after so many years have passed, I don't remember much of it because I was so drunk. Yet, one

slow button, zipper, and hook at a time, I remember being slowly stripped naked in a way that I
didn't even know I was being undressed. With eight hands and forty fingers undressing me, as if
they were giving me a full body massage through my clothes and then without my clothes, eight
hands and forty fingers touched me, groped me, and felt my naked body. When they were
finished touching and feeling me everywhere," she said putting a hand to her mouth in horror
while staring up at the ceiling, "they raped me. Forcing me to suck them and fuck them, they had
their wicked way with me," she said refocusing her eyes on him.
What does a man say when a woman not only confesses that she was raped but also that she was
raped by her four brothers? Being that he was a young, testosterone filled, young man and she
was still a sexy older woman, there was nothing that he could say to comfort her. Instead of
making him feel sad and bad, her words sexually excited him. He wished he could have sex with
her right now while she whispered in his ear all that her brothers did to her and all that she did to
her brothers. Besides, even if her words didn't excite him, he was too young to think of the words
that she needed to console her. Only, she wasn't looking for his sympathy.
So then, why was she confessing all of this to him? Was she confessing what happened to her
with her brothers because he was about to have sex with his sister? Whether her purpose was to
dissuade him from or encourage him to have sex with Erin, the fact remained that she was telling
him that she had incestuous sex with her four, much older brothers. Even if he wanted to, he was
unable to control that her message behind the information obviously sexually aroused him.
"It must have been horrible for you," said Brett gulping down his sexual excitement while still
standing there with his hand covering his erect cock which had grown even stiffer with Evelyn
staring at it and telling him her sad story of sexual incest.
"A virgin and my first time having sex, I pulled a train," she said with a sad laugh. "My brothers
gangbanged me," she said looking at him staring at her. "How's that for a fucked up family?"
With her knee raised, her foot positioned behind her and up against her door frame, and her short
skirt raised just not nearly enough that he could see her panty clad crotch, she leaned against her
bedroom door as if she was smoking a cigarette. If he leaned down to scratch his leg, he'd
definitely have a great up skirt view of her panties but, not wanting to show her the pervert that
he was, he didn't want to ruin whatever was developing between them. He stared at her as if she
was flashing him her panties and being the exhibitionist that she obviously was, he wished her
skirt moved just an inch or two higher. Nonetheless, it was so erotic how he couldn't see much of
her while imagining all that he could see of her.
"That's pretty fucked up," he said.
"Now every time I have a birthday, I think of that day," she said with sadness. "Every time I'm
happy, after experiencing something that never leaves me, I feel sad."

He looked at her before speaking while imagining the image of her being gangbanged by her
brothers.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Evelyn.
She remained silent while looking at him. He could tell that she had more to say but as if she was
reticent to tell him anymore, she paused before continuing.
"Even more fucked up than my four brothers gangbanging me," she looked at him again before
continuing, "is that fact the one of my brothers is my father."
"No way," he said. "Oh, my God."
"It turns out that my four, much older brothers were having sex with my mother long before I
was even born."
"Wow. That is fucked up," he said, "but it's nothing like that Evelyn with Erin. If we were to
have sex and, admittedly, we were just about to have sex, the sex is consensual."
"I see," she said acting as if she was a teacher who just caught him in the hall without a pass.
"Then, if you were about to have sex with your sister," said Evelyn looking at him with
confusion, "where were you going when I caught you naked in the hall?"
"Where was I going? Oh, um, I was going down to the kitchen," he said.
"The kitchen?" She laughed. "Why would you go down to the kitchen? How could you be
hungry or thirsty at a time like this when you were about to have sex with your sister for the first
time? Usually sex supersedes whatever other hungers you have. Typically after having sex is
when you reward yourself with a feast of food and drink but not before. I would surely think
having sex with Erin would take precedence over any other feeling you had for hunger or thirst
at the time," she said with a laugh.
He looked at her embarrassed to confess his sister's fetish and to admit her sexual kink.
"Erin wanted me to get a measuring cup," he said.
Awkward in his confession and slow to throw his sister under the bus for being just as perverted
as he was and as his mother and father were, their dirty little family secrets, he trusted Evelyn
enough to tell her the truth. The truth was that he was uncomfortable with his sister keeping
record of his cum. He'd rather just cum in her mouth and have her swallow his cum in the way of

a normal woman, albeit an incestuous woman. Yet, with the promise of having routine sexual
relations with his sister while she kept note of his cum volume, who was he to protest that
sexually exciting arrangement? If the only fly in the ointment was that she wouldn't swallow his
cum but instead, spit it in a measuring cup, so be it.
"A measuring cup? Okay, I'll bite," she said. "Why did she need a measuring cup at a time like
this?"
"She wanted to measure my cum," he said.
"Oh, of course, I see now," said Evelyn. "Like mother like daughter," she said with an insightful
look and a naughty laugh.
"What do you mean?"
"In the way that Isabella measures your father's cum, your sister wants to measure your cum too.
That makes sense now," she chuckled. "Or didn't you know that about your mother and father?"
"Yeah, I knew that," he said. "Erin was curious. She wanted to delay me from cumming to see if
she could get me to cum more," he said pausing, "the next time we had sex."
"The next time you two had sex?" She smiled. "I see," she said.
"Please don't tell my mother and father that you saw me naked and coming out of Erin's room,"
he said.
"I won't if you don't," she said. "Now come with me," she said taking him by the hand and
escorting him to Erin's room as if she was the principal escorting him to the office.
Brett poked his head around his sister's room first.
"Where the Hell were you? How long does it take a nitwit brother to get a measuring cup?
Maybe we should just forget about having sex," she said.
"I, um, was delayed. Evelyn is home," he said looking behind him just as Evelyn walked in
Erin's room.
"Evelyn! Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed," said Erin covering her nakedness with her pillow.
"What are you doing home?" She looked from Brett to Evelyn before putting on her bitch. "What

are you doing in my bedroom? This is my private place and my personal space," she said
copping an attitude that only Erin could pull off being the bitchy diva that she is. "Get out! Get
out of my room!"
Obviously seeing right through her little ruse and no match for Evelyn, Evelyn stood her ground
and laughed.
"I figured since you invited your brother to see you naked and in the way that I've just seen Brett
naked that you wouldn't mind me seeing you naked too," she said reaching out her hand to gently
flip Brett's dangling cock with her fingertips. "Besides, I like to watch," said Evelyn with
alacrity. She stepped closer to Erin's bed, reached her hand beneath her pillow, and felt her right
breast while slowing sliding her fingers across her erected nipple. "Nice tits," she said to Erin.
Erin stared at Evelyn in the way that Brett had been staring at her.
"Pardon?" Erin looked at her aghast that Evelyn dared feel her breast. Her stunned look was
replaced with sexual excitement when Evelyn fingered her nipple. "What do you mean you like
to watch? Watch what? Watch us do what?"
Still trying to retain her bitchy attitude, Erin couldn't help but soften when Evelyn felt her breast
and fingered her nipple.
"I like to watch," she said again and this time with a shrug as is she didn't care if her proclivity to
watch others having sex was known by all who were present. "If you're going to have sex with
your brother, especially being that this is the first time. This is the first time you two having
sex?" She looked to Erin to pose her question.
Pausing in her answer, Erin looked to Brett before looking to Evelyn to answer.
"Yes," said Erin. "This is our first time."
"All the better," said Evelyn with a smile. "The first time having sex is always the most exciting
and even more exciting when having forbidden sex."
"I know," said Brett. "I can't wait," he said rubbing his hands together in anticipation of doing his
sister.
Erin shot her brother a look that shriveled his cock.
"You're such a doofus Brett," said Erin. "I can't believe I agreed to have sex with you."

"Sorry," said Brett dropping his head in shame.
"I want to watch you two doing whatever it was you were doing or were about to do before I
caught Brett creeping down the hall naked," said Evelyn again, this time laughing while staring
from Erin to Brett and back to Erin. "Don't mind me. I'll just sit here quietly," she said pulling up
Erin's dresser chair to the bed. "You two go ahead and do whatever you were about to do."
Erin looked from Evelyn to her brother before returning her focus to Evelyn.
"Actually, we weren't about to do anything," said Brett blatantly lying, especially after he
confessed to Evelyn that he was just about to have sex with his sister.
"Then why are you both naked?" She laughed while playing his game. "Did you both need to
remove your clothes because you're warm," she said with a pause, "or did you both need to
remove your clothes because you were hot?" Letting out another laugh, she smiled at Erin before
shooting Brett a look. "I'm not stupid Brett. I've seen the way you two look at one another. I've
seen how Erin flashes you. I knew it would only be a matter of time before you two were naked
and in bed together."
Evelyn remained silent while looking from Brett to Erin.
"Actually, Brett was about to eat me," admitted Erin.
Immodestly and immorally, she moved her hand beneath the pillow from her breast to move it in
between her legs. Squirming, no doubt, with the thought of her brother licking her pussy, Erin
rubbed her clit in plain sight of her brother and Evelyn. Focusing more on Evelyn than on her
brother, she stared at Evelyn as if she was giving her an invitation to eat her too.
"Seriously? Brett was about to lick you?" She looked to Brett. "Is that true Brett? You were
about to eat your sister's pussy," said Evelyn smiling while looking from Brett to Erin's pussy.
"Sorry but in addition to enjoy watching others having sex, I enjoy dirty pillow talk too," while
watching Erin masturbating herself.
"Yes," said Erin unembarrassed and unashamed. "My brother was about to lick my pussy," said
Erin flicking out her tongue as if she was licking a pussy.
With Brett's focus intent upon his sister's naked body, Evelyn blew Erin a kiss that he didn't see.
"And she promised to blow me if I gave her an orgasm with my fingers and my tongue," said
Brett pointing at his sister with obvious sexual excitement, no doubt, by the prospect of receiving
a blowjob from his sexy sister.

Evelyn looked from Erin to acknowledge Brett before returning her focus back to Erin.
"That seems fair. Mutual, consensual, oral sex is always a good start to any sexual relationship,
especially one between a brother and sister," said Evelyn with a laugh. "Is this the first time you
two having sex?"
"Yes," said Erin.
"Well don't let me stop you," said Evelyn. "Please continue as if I'm not even here watching."
Erin lost the pillow, laid back, and spread her shapely legs open wide to accept her brother
between them. Showing a lot of moist, glistening pink, she looked from Brett staring at her
exposed pussy to look at Evelyn staring at her exposed pussy. Looking as if she was a stripper on
stage giving her audience a live, sex show, seemingly sexually aroused with her being the
exhibitionist that she is, Erin seemed to enjoy the sexual attention of her heterosexual and lesbian
audience.
She appeared sexually excited that both her brother and her mother's best friend watched her
while obviously both wanting her in the way, no doubt, that she wanted both of them. As if
already sharing a sexy secret, Evelyn made eye contact with Erin and smiled. Speaking in a
secret, sexual language that only women understand and with Brett oblivious to their furtive
looks, Erin returned Evelyn's smile with a naughty grin. Definitely, after Brett had his wicked
sexual way with his sister and, perhaps, after Brett had his wicked sexual way with Evelyn, Erin
and Evelyn would be going at one another one day soon, maybe even today.
With his audience of one watching his every move, Evelyn watched Brett mount the bed and
gently lowered himself between his sister's legs. A point of no return, once he's had incestuous
sex with his sexy sister, there's no going back. A different time and a different place but wearing
the scarlet letter of incest for the rest of their lives just the same, it's doubtful when Daniel
Hawthorne wrote his Scarlet Letter, that he was thinking of these two going at one another.
Staring at her pussy as if her pussy was the first one he's seen close up, he rubbed his sister's clit
and fingered pussy her first before licking her. Continuing to stare at his sister's cunt, he stared at
all that she was showing and all that he was seeing before lowering his head and flicking out his
tongue to lick her, to taste her, and to eat her. Then, licking and licking her, he took a few slow
licks of her as if to taste her again. Then, he took another deeper lick of her pussy while parting
her lips with his finger. Now licking and licking her deeper while finger fucking her and rubbing
her clit, Brett was really getting into eating his sister as much as Erin was getting into her having

her brother eat her.
He reached his other hand up to touch, feel, fondle, and caress her big tits. Squeezing her big
boobs and fondling her firm breasts, he caressed her tits while fingering her nipples, first one and
then the other. He pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples while licking and licking his
sister. After only a few minutes of licking her, rubbing her clit, and fingering her nipples, he had
her squirming around her bed and begging for more.
"Oh, Brett," said Erin. "Lick me," she said looking to Evelyn as if asking Evelyn to lick her. She
closed her eyes and grabbed her breasts in both hands while slowing running her palms across
her nipples. "Stick your tongue in my hole while you rub my clit with your long, stiff fingers,"
she said softly as if drugged while opening her eyes again to stare at Evelyn. "Finger fuck me
Brett," she said still looking at Evelyn before looking down at her brother.
Pulling at his hair to mash his face into her pussy, she humped her brother's mouth with her hips
as if she was fucking herself with his tongue.
"I love eating your pussy," said Brett, his excuse to come up for air to whip his sister's pussy
juices from his face with the back of his hand.
Erin momentarily let go of his hair when Brett leaned back to rest. Insatiable, if Brett wanted
Erin to suck him, he needed to make her cum.
"Fuck me with your fingers. Lick me with your tongue. Rub my clit Brett. Make me your sexy
bitch. Make me cum," she said reaching up for him and to run her fingers though his hair again
before pulling his face forward by his hair to mash his face in her wet pussy again. "I love it
when you turn, twist, and pull my nipples. Pull them harder Brett. Squeeze my nipples between
your fingers. Squeeze my tits."
Brett pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples before squeezing her tits as if he was squeezing
large grapefruits.
"Harder," she said. "Harder, harder," she said with her brother squeezing and squeezing her big
tits. No matter how hard he squeezed her tits, she wanted him to squeeze her breasts harder.
"Harder Brett. Harder. Squeeze them harder," she said.
Evelyn watched Brett reach both hands up to squeeze his sister's tits while licking and fingering
Erin. In the way Evelyn was touching herself, obviously, she wished that he was eating her too,
or Erin was eating her, or she was eating Erin. Brett licked Erin while Evelyn sat feeling her own
breasts through her blouse and bra. Coaxing and teasing out her big nipples to harden while
squeezing her breasts, she pulled at her nipples through her blouse and bra in the way that Brett

was pulling at Erin's nipples and squeezing her breasts. Then, with one hand beneath her short
skirt, unembarrassed and unashamed, immodestly and immorally inappropriate in front of her
best friend's children, she rubbed her clit through her panty.
With a wet stain already appearing in the middle of her panty, Brett was torn between licking his
sister's pussy and watching Evelyn touching and masturbating herself. With her feet on Erin's
bed and with her legs opened wide and her short skirt pulled nearly up to her waist, her white,
bikini panties were clearly on display and right there just a few feet from his horny hand.
Looking again while licking his sister, he could see Evelyn's big nipples making their appearance
through her blouse and bra.
Erin watched Evelyn touching herself too. Seemingly more focused on Evelyn feeling her breasts
and fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra, she stared at Evelyn' panty clad pussy
while Evelyn continued rubbing her clit through her panty. Then, unable to control herself from
doing so, Evelyn lifted her skirt higher to stick her hand inside of her panty. With her panty
pulled down enough to display her blonde, trimmed pussy, she continued rubbing her clit and
fingering her pussy while watching Brett eat his sister.
"It's only fair that if you're seeing us naked Evelyn that we should see you naked too," said Erin.
Evelyn removed her hand from her panty and stopped touching herself to look at Erin as if she
was contemplating getting naked. Removing her feet from Erin's bed, she put her feet down on
the carpet, closed her legs to sit up, and to lean forward in her chair.
"I bet you'd like to see me naked Erin," said Evelyn.
"Yeah, I'd like to see you naked too Evelyn," said Brett.
She looked at Brett and stared at his perfectly round, naked ass while he was positioned between
his sister's legs.
"You would huh?" She addressed her reply to Brett before looking to Erin.
"Yes," said Erin.
"The both of you would really like to see me naked?" Evelyn looked from Brett to Erin and back
to Brett again. "Shall I just strip off my clothes or would you both want to undress me?"
"I'll undress you," said Brett.
"I bet you'd love to strip me naked Brett," said Evelyn with a teasing laugh.

"Fuck yeah," said Brett. "I've always wanted to see you without your clothes," said Brett.
"That seems fair enough. I don't mind getting naked in front of you but I'm not going to have sex
with either of you," she said. "Just—"
"Just what?" Brett stopped licking his sister to look at Evelyn.
"I don't think this is the right time or place for me to remove my clothes. Your mother is not only
my best friend but also my business partner. Let me think about it," she said standing up, leaving
Erin's bedroom, and closing the door behind her.
Chapter 7
As if Evelyn was an important part of an invited threesome to watch them having sex, instead of
an uninvited intruder, when she left Erin's room, even though brother and sister were still naked,
the sexual energy left the room with her. Weird that there was plenty of sexual energy before
Evelyn arrived unannounced but as if she turned off a light switch with her departure, the sexual,
incestuous lust was gone. Obviously more thinking about eating, fingering, and licking Evelyn's
pussy, Brett lost interest in eating, fingering, and licking his sister's pussy.
Besides, thinking that they were alone in the big house before and now with Evelyn in the house
and down the hall in her bedroom, Brett felt uncomfortably embarrassed. It was there dirty, little,
incestuous secret, Erin wanting to have sex with her brother as much as he wanted to have sex
with his sister. Now that he knows that she likes to watch, maybe she likes to listen too. In the
way that he's listened to his mother and father having sex, he didn't feel comfortable having
Evelyn listening to him having sex with his sister. It was one thing for him to eavesdrop on
others, but he didn't want someone eavesdropping on him.
Feeling as if he was cheating on his beloved Evelyn by having sex with his sister, Erin, he felt
that she may be in her room and at her door listening to them having sex. With his sister's
bedroom door closed, too creepy, for all he knew Evelyn could be outside Erin's bedroom door
in the hall listening to all that they say and all that they do. Not wanting to make a sound,
wanting to have silent sex, an impossible thing to do when having sex with his vocal sister, he
didn't want Evelyn knowing what they were doing and overhearing what they were saying.
Something that he was so careful not to be found out doing before, now with Evelyn knowing his
secret, his secret, incestuous affair with his sister was no longer a secret.
Not able to pass the test of someone else's scrutiny, now with someone else knowing his sexy
secret, he felt perverted. He felt nasty. He felt compelled to deny should Evelyn tell his parents
that he had sex with his sister. Something he didn't feel bad about before, he felt as if he was

doing something wrong in having incestuous sex with his sister now.
As far as Erin was concerned, she seemed unfazed by Evelyn's surprise intrusion. If anything,
more sexually aroused than bothered by her watching them having sex, it was obvious that she
didn't care that Evelyn was in the house, was within earshot of hearing them having sex, or
sitting in Erin's bedroom watching them having sex. If anything, now knowing that Evelyn was
there listening, appreciating the unplanned audience, instead of trying to be quiet, she'd yell and
scream her orgasmic pleasure, perhaps for the sake of sexually arousing Evelyn.
Obviously Erin didn't care that Evelyn knew that she was having sex with her brother. No doubt
one day soon, she'd use Evelyn catching her having sex with her brother as her justifiable excuse
to seduce Evelyn too. Being that she's already seen Erin naked and appeared to be enamored with
her naked body, it's only a small step to them having a lesbian affair. In the way that Evelyn
watched him having sex with his sister, he wondered if they'd allow him to watch them having
sex with one another. Just as he'd love to watch Erin licking Evelyn's pussy, he'd love to watch
Evelyn licking Erin's pussy.
His sister was such a slut, she'd do every sexual thing. Man or woman, she'd do anyone. Only, he
didn't know that she swung both ways until he saw the way she was looking at Evelyn, the same
sexy way that Evelyn was looking at her. Nonetheless Evelyn's interruption, wanting to get
something more out of this incestuous session than sexual frustration, Brett looked at his sister as
if she was just another whore he picked up and accompanied her home.
Seemingly, even though he loved his sister and lusted over his sister, he no longer respected his
sister for having sex with so very different men, not that he ever respected her. Bad enough she
was a slut, a whore, and an incestuous pig, she was a bitch. It's funny how even though he was
all of those things too, he still positioned himself higher up on his imaginary pedestal when his
sister was no longer perched on his pedestal.
"Blow me," he said to Erin. Perhaps he wanted his sister to blow him while he imagined it was
Evelyn blowing him. "Suck my cock," he said kneeling on her bed and with his stiff prick so
very close to her lips. Moving closer to her, he positioned his engorged cock by her mouth.
As if she wanted to suck him, she stared at his cock for a long moment before looking up at him
with a look that told him that she was going to be difficult.
"No," she said. "I'm not going to suck you Brett. I won't do that. Sorry. Get that thing out of my
face," she said appearing as if she was going to grab his cock but instead slowly swatting it away
with her hand as if she couldn't help herself from touching it.
Even though she seemingly rejected him, he saw how she looked at his cock. It was obvious that

he sexually excited her when he stuck his big, hard prick in her face. Maybe she likes being
forced and taken. Maybe that's her thing. Maybe this whole thing is just a game to her. Maybe
she wants him to force her so that, should she be discovered having sex with her brother by her
parents, she can blame him.
"It was all his fault," he imagined her saying while crying crocodile tears and blaming him for
having his forbidden way with his sister. "He forced me to have sex with him."
He didn't care if she blamed him for having sex with her. It didn't matter if his parents were
angry at him for forcing himself upon his sister. Now that he was in her bedroom and she was
naked too, the important thing now was that she suck him. Feeling so horny and so sexually
frustrated, he need to cum in his sister's mouth.
"C'mon Erin. I'm horny. I need to cum," he said. "Let me cum in your mouth. Please?"
She played her part as the innocent sister, as if forced to have sex with her incestuous brother.
With their incestuous romance seemingly doomed and over when it only just started, she looked
at him with distain. She looked at him as if he had forced himself in her room and forced himself
upon her when she was the one who invited him in her room. Quite obviously, she invited him in
her room not to talk but, with her having ulterior, sexual motives, she invited him in her room for
sex.
She was the one who asked to see his cock. As if she's never seen a cock before, she was the one
who stared at his cock in the way that he stared at her tits. She was the one who wanted to
measure his cock. She was the one who was eager to strip off her clothes to show her brother her
naked body. She was the one who wanted him to cum in a God damn measuring cup instead of
cumming in her mouth with her swallowing his cum. Obviously, with her as wicked and as horny
as he was, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Yet, had he not left her room to get the
measuring cup, he'd still be eating his sister. Had Evelyn not entered Erin's bedroom on the
pretense of watching them having sex, they'd be having sex right now instead of all of this back
and forth nonsense with him begging her for a blowjob.
"Go ask Evelyn to suck you," said Erin with spite. "In the way she was staring at your cock,
maybe she'll blow you."
Filled with sexual arousal by the thought of beautiful Evelyn sucking his cock, he was there now
naked with his naked sister and not with Evelyn. Being that she was the one there at their little
incest party, so to speak, she was the one that he wanted. He looked at her with a face full of
sexual frustration and she looked at him with a face full of jealousy, no doubt that he lusted over
Evelyn when he was naked and while having sex with her.

"You said you'd suck my cock if I ate your pussy and I just ate your pussy," he said wiping more
of her vaginal secretions from his face. "That was the deal we had. I kept my end of the bargain
and I expect you to keep your end of the bargain too. Now it's your turn to keep your end of the
deal by sucking my cock," he said holding his cock in his hand and lifting it as if presenting it to
her.
He smelled of his sister. He wreaked of her. Her scents were all over his naked body, her hair
spray, her perfume, and her sexual smell. A mixture of musk, lemon, and floral scents, it wasn't
an unpleasant aroma but an erotically arousing one. If anything, he liked the smell of her.
He could still taste her on his lips, on his tongue, and in his mouth. He smelled of sex and feeling
like the sexual animal that he was, he liked the smell. The smell of her pussy made him feel like
a man who just had his way with his sister, something that men have done since the beginning of
time. Even though his sister was so very bitch, he loved the sound of her voice. She had a
musical voice and if he ever was to marry, he'd want a woman who sounded like his sister.
"What I said Brett was that I'd suck your cock after you gave me an orgasm," she said with
conviction as if she was a Philadelphia lawyer grilling him on the witness stand.
How dare she go back on her word to blow him when he did all that he could to sexually please
her and sexually satisfy her? Yet, comparatively speaking, with all the sexual experience she had
and the sexual experience that he didn't have, obviously she was too much woman for him. The
bitch that she was, she looked at him as if she hated him for not sexually satisfying her. The bitch
that she was, in the way that she arranged this agreement that he had to give her an orgasm
before she blew him, she could have been a sexual lawyer asking him to sign here, here, and
here, and initial there, before undressing to give her brother hot sex.
"C'mon Erin. Don't be like that," he said.
She looked at him and gave him that smile that she gives when she's right.
"Did you give me an orgasm? No. Did you make me cum? No. You were more interested in
staring between Evelyn's legs at her panties while she touched herself than paying sexual
attention to me," she said with attitude. "When I was on the verge of cumming, you were more
interested in Evelyn than in me, your own sister," she said pointing her finger of accusation at
him.
Sitting there silently while staring at one another, she tossed back her hair with a flip of her head
and put it all in place with a practiced hand as if she was her own personal hairstylist. Obviously
knowing how much watching her toss back her hair in that way aroused him because he told her,
no doubt she was teasing him now. It was no secret that Erin was jealous that her brother wanted

Evelyn over her. Apparently sexually frustrated that her brother abandoned eating her pussy
without giving her an orgasm, not sucking his cock was her payback. Payback was a bitch and
she was such a bitch to tease him by saying no to giving him a blowjob when she was saying yes
by still sitting in her bed naked while staring at his cock.
"C'mon, Erin. Suck my cock. Please. I'm horny," he said stroking himself before leaning close
enough to his sister to gently slide his prick across her lips as if he was teasing her with
something sweet to eat.
Touching his cock again with her hand, she pushed him away by pushing against his cock when
she could have pushed him away with her hand against his stomach, his chest, or his shoulder
instead of on his cock. Brett figured that if she wasn't interested in his cock, she wouldn't be
touching his cock again and again on the pretense of pushing him away. As if enticing her with
his prick, he continued slowly masturbating himself while his sister watched. If she wasn't still
interested in him and in his cock, surely she'd have no interested in watching him masturbate
himself. Yet, obviously, if only by her continued stare, he was convinced that she still wanted
him and still wanted to suck him. With all that he was doing in teasing her with his big prick, he
hoped she'd lean forward, open her mouth, and take him inside.
Surely, in the horny state that he was in, still masturbating himself but a little quicker, if she
wasn't going to blow him, needing a relief, he was ready to give his sister a cum bath. He was
ready to cum all over his sister's face and her tits. He was ready to unload and release a load of
cum all over his sister's naked body. Finally, obviously relenting to suck her brother, she gave
him a sly, sexy eye while moving her head closer to his cock and opening her mouth. Only,
instead of taking his cock in her mouth to suck him, she took his cock in her mouth to bite him.
"Blow yourself asshole," she said leaving her teeth marks in his cock.
She pushed him away and Brett fell backwards on her bed from his perched position on his knees
in pain.
"Ow! That fucking hurt Erin," he said rubbing his cock. "C'mon Erin, the least you could do is to
blow me. Look, my dick is all swollen where you bit it. Kiss my cock Erin. Kiss it," he said
continuing to stroke himself for the benefit of his sister watching him masturbate himself.
Being the selfish bitch that she was on one side, she looked at him as if she could stab him to
death before changing into the sexy sister that she was on the other side. She threw her hair back
with a toss of her head. He loved how she did that. In the way that he imagined her doing that
before blowing him, it was so hot to watch her doing that with her hair.
"Do you want me to blow you Brett?"

She gave him a big, sexy smile while batting her long eyelashes and while staring down at his
cock before looking up at him.
"Yes. I so much want you to blow me Erin."
He looked at her with as much sexual anticipation as he looked at her with sexual excitement.
"Do you want me to suck your cock?"
She stared at him while slowly running her tongue across her lips.
"God yes, Erin. I really want you to suck me," he said rubbing the head of his cock where she bit
him before stroking himself again.
She smiled her satisfied smile while staring from his cock to look up at him.
"I bet you'd love to watch me sucking you while I looked up at you with my big, blue eyes," she
said giving him her sexiest look.
"Oh God, yes, Erin. I'd love to see my big prick buried in your mouth," he said.
While reaching up her hands to feel her tits and finger her nipples, she looked at him with sexual
lust.
"Do you want to cum in my mouth?"
She said putting a finger to her red, full lip and pulling her lip forward with her finger while
giving him a pouty look with her whiskey mouth.
"Are you kidding me? Yes. Of course I want to cum in your mouth Erin," he said looking at her
as if he was about to launch himself on her naked body to have his wicked, sexual way with his
sexy sister.
She stared at him and his cock as if she was analyzing him.
"Do you want me to swallow your cum?"
She smiled as if she had already blown him, allowed him to cum in her mouth, and swallowed
him. Teasing and teasing him, she was driving him crazy with sexual lust for her mouth.

"It wouldn't be much of a blowjob unless you swallowed my cum," he said with a nervous, little
laugh.
She frowned while nodding her head.
"I figured as much," she said.
"What?" Brett stared at her as if he was staring at a Broadway performer on stage. "Figured
what?"
"Well, there's your problem in a nutshell Brett," she said.
"What? What's my problem? I don't understand. What do you mean? What did I say? Tell me,"
he said. "I want to know."
He looked at her in the way that he looked at his mother so very long ago when he had been bad
and she told him that he wasn't getting a toy at the store. Now, he looked at his sister in the same
way as if she wasn't going to blow him.
"You need me to swallow you for you to feel that I've blown you. Is that it? It's really not a
blowjob unless you cum in my mouth and I swallow. Am I correct?" She leaned back away from
him as if she was done with him. "All you guys are the same," she said waving a fed up hand at
him while dismissing him.
"No, that's not it at all Erin. You don't have to swallow me. Really, you don't," said Brett willing
to say anything for his sister to suck his cock. "Okay? I don't even have to cum in your mouth,"
he said unable to hide his disappointment. "After you suck me and when I'm ready to cum, I'll
cum in a measuring cup if that's what you want me to do. Okay?"
She looked at him and smiled victoriously as if she just beaten him at a Scrabble game or at a
poker tournament before giving him her bitch of a look again.
"Did you get a measuring cup? I told you that I needed a measuring cup to measure your cum
after I blew," she said tossing back her hair. "Only you were too busy talking to Evelyn. You
were more interested in talking to Evelyn in the hall while flashing her your cock to her than to
obey me by getting a measuring cup so that we could continue to play our sexy game of incest,"
she said. "You were more interested in getting it on with Evelyn than in getting it on with me."
Just by her tone and the way that she said her name and rolled her eyes, it was obvious that she
was jealous of Evelyn. In the way that her brother was more interested in Evelyn, it was obvious
that she was more interested in Evelyn too. With each one lusting over Evelyn in the way that

they were lusting over one another, perhaps the answer to their sexual dilemma was to have a
threesome.
"No. That's not true Erin. I don't want Evelyn. I want you," he said. "I'll go downstairs right now
and get the measuring cup so you can spit out my cum in that after you blow me," said Brett
getting off of her bed. "Stay were you are and I'll be right back," said Brett.
As if the balloon that he was holding freed itself from his hand and launched itself up in the sky,
unable to retrieve the lost balloon, the magic they had was gone.
"Don't bother. The mood is gone," she said moving off her bed naked to get dressed. "Go. Get
out of my room. I need to get dressed. I have a date. Just as you're done with me while longing
for Evelyn, I'm done with you too," she said pushing him towards her bedroom door. "You'd
rather be with her than with me."
Sexually frustrated and still horny with his sister standing there naked, he was angry that she
wouldn't blow him.
"Done with me? On no. You may be done with me but I'm not done with you. Not by a
longshot," he said.
Brett wrapped his arm around his sister's waist, pulled her to him, and leaned in to kiss her. After
disrespecting his sister's naked body by staring between Evelyn's legs at her exposed panties,
obviously he was hoping to rekindle what Erin had started when inviting him to her room.
"Brett! No," she said stiff arming him against his shoulders and pushing him away as if she was
bench pressing him. "What are you doing?"
She turned her face away from his lips but with a hand to her chin, he moved her head back and
kissed her. Fearing, no doubt, that she'd bite his tongue in the way that she bit his cock, he waited
before impaling her mouth with his tongue. When she returned his kiss is when he French kissed
his sister. Kissing and kissing her to recapture that lustful moment before he left her room in
search of a measuring cup when he bumped into Evelyn, they were making out as if they were
lovers instead of brother and sister.
"Oh, my God, Erin. You're so hot," he said feeling her everywhere before reaching around her to
feel and squeeze her round, firm, naked ass. "I love your body. You have the best body I've ever
felt."
Something he always wanted to do, to feel his sister's naked body while holding her in his arms
and kissing her, he was feeling her now in the way he felt her before Evelyn interrupted them.

Only while feeling his sister's naked body, he couldn't help himself from thinking about feeling
Evelyn's naked body. Visualizing Evelyn on her back with her legs spread in the way that his
sister was about to be on her back with her legs spread, he pushed Erin back on the bed and
mounted her.
He reached his hand down between her legs to align his cock with her pussy. Then, he rubbed
her clit before inserting his finger inside of her, no doubt to see if she was still so very wet. More
than wet enough for him to force his cock inside of her, she was ready to be fucked and he was
ready to fuck his sister.
"Brett! Don't! No! I'm not fucking you. I'm not having intercourse with my own brother," she
said kicking him away.
After already allowing him to see her naked and after already allowing him to finger and lick her
pussy, she had illogical morals about incestuous sex.
"Why not?" He looked at her as if she was nuts. "Why won't you fuck me when you asked to see
my cock, stripped naked in front of me, allowed me to eat your pussy, and promised to suck my
cock if I gave you an orgasm," he said.
"Yeah, well, that was different. Giving you a blowjob is one thing, but intercourse is something
else entirely. Intercourse if real and something more that I feel with my heart instead of just in
my head. Intercourse is something that I do with only guys that I really like a lot," she said
flipping back her blonde hair while shaping it in place with a practiced hand.
"I'm your brother. Don't you like me a lot, love me even," he said looking dejected after being
rejected. "That makes no sense Erin. I can't believe you'd rather fuck a stranger than to fuck me."
"Listen to yourself. Just listen to yourself. I can't believe you. You're chastising me, your sister,
for wanting to make love to a man who's not my brother," she said laughing out loud. "You're
twisted. You need a head doctor to unravel that sick brain Brett."
She looked at him while laughing and making fun of him while he looked at her with lust, love,
and hurt. Truly, after they just had sex, he didn't understand why she'd reject him for some
football jock on her college football team.
"You don't like me. You never liked me," he said pointing his finger at her as if he was accusing
her being a witch instead of being the bitch that she was.
"Of course I like you. I like you a lot. I love you but you're my little brother. I can't fuck you,"
she said slowly shaking her head as if she needed that extra bit of extra head movement to
convince herself that she shouldn't have sexual intercourse with her brother. "That's just wrong.

That's just nasty. That's incest," she said redrawing her imaginary line albeit a bit crooked.
With both having an equally convoluted conversation, one looked at the other as if it was the
other one who was insane.
"From the first time you looked at me and wanted me and from the first time I looked at you and
lusted over you, and with you always flashing me constant up skirts and down blouses, all that
we've done is incestuous," he said. "I don't understand how different it is for me to have
intercourse with you after we've done practically everything else that's forbidden."
She looked at him as if he was as dumb as she obviously thought he was.
"You don't even have a condom Brett, do you?"
As if hitting him with a bucket of cold water, he realized that he was about to ride his sister
bareback and perhaps impregnate her.
"I don't," he said feeling stupid and ashamed. He looked at her with hopefulness. If the only thing
he needed to rectify his mistake was a condom to have sexual intercourse with his sister, perhaps
she had one somewhere. "Do you have a condom?"
She looked at him with exasperation.
"No, I don't have a condom and I told you that I'm not having sexual intercourse with you," she
said. "You were seriously about to fuck me without a condom," she said now looking at him as if
he was the one who was crazy.
"So?" By the bitchy look on her face, he was pushing his luck by going down this booby trapped
path. "Aren't you on the pill?"
"I am, but that's not the point and, even with the pill, accidents still happen," she said. "Such as I
could forget to take my pill and there you are without a condom and the two of us responsible for
our baby."
They both remained silent while staring at one another before Brett spoke.
"I was in the moment. I didn't think of wearing a condom," he said. "I'm sorry Erin. You're right,
a typical guy, I was thinking more of me than of you."
She shook her head and rolled her eyes, her way of saying, I told you so.

"Unbelievable, you are such a typical guy, thinking more of yourself instead of thinking of me,
the woman. You were ready to fuck me and shoot your load of cum inside of me," she said. "You
could have impregnated me." She looked at him with anger when she was just as guilty as he was
for starting all of this. "What's wrong with you Brett?"
"What's wrong with me?" He looked at her as if she was insane. He looked at her with anger
flashing through his eyes instead of lust. "What's wrong with me is the same thing that's wrong
with you, Erin. We're both fucked up. This whole family is fucked up," he said raising his voice.
"Now if you're not going to fuck me the least you can do is suck me. I'm so frigging horny for
you Erin that I won't take no for an answer," he said.
He grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her head down to his poised at the ready, stiff
cock that he held in his hand as if he was holding his personal dildo with which to impale her
mouth.
"Brett. No. Stop," she said feebly protesting before opening her mouth and taking his cock
inside. "I'm not going to blow you."
Feebly protesting her brother's sexual advances, wrapping her hand around his erect prick, she
stroked him while looking up at him. Then, when he removed his hand from the back of her
neck, she lowered her head to accept him in her mouth. Sucking him now while stroking him,
she removed his cock from her mouth only for her to toss back her long, blonde hair. As if all
that they argued about before was nothing more than verbal foreplay, she was really sucking him
now.
"Oh my God, Erin. You're an unbelievable cocksucker," said Brett. "Don't stop. Suck me Erin.
Blow me. I love having my cock in your mouth," he said staring down at her sucking him.
Brett stroked his sister's beautiful, long hair while holding it back in a ponytail and out of the
way so that he could see his cock in his sister's mouth and watch his sister sucking him.
"Cum for me Brett. Cum in my mouth," she said removing his cock to speak while looking up at
him with her big, blue eyes and smiling. "I want to taste my little brother," she said removing his
cock from her mouth to speak. Then, flicking out her tongue to lick his cock, she stroked him
faster while sucking him deeper. "I want to swallow your cum."
Chapter 8
"Bye," said Isabella hugging Evelyn and giving her a kiss on the lips. "Thank you so very much
for volunteering to housesit and keep an eye on Brett and Erin for me while we're gone.
Sometimes those two can't be trusted alone. Either they're fighting like cats and dogs or

seemingly scheming together to do something diabolically naughty," she said with a dirty laugh.
A forecaster of things to come perhaps, Isabella's kiss was more than a peck on the lips. It was
more than just a kiss that one friendly woman gives another friendly woman. Like daughter like
mother, her kiss was an invitation to begin a sexual relationship and a prelude of what sexually
may happen between them later as potential lesbian lovers in a threesome that may include
Carter, Isabella's husband. Obviously Isabella was just as sexually attracted to Evelyn as her
daughter, Erin, was sexually attracted to her, and as Evelyn was sexually attracted to the both of
them.
Unbeknownst to Isabella, Erin, Carter, and Brett, Evelyn had ulterior motives. She could just see
herself physically, emotionally, and sexually controlling not only Isabella and Carter but also
Erin and Brett too. As if they wanted to see one another's reaction to their kiss, both women
kissed with their eyes wide open. Then, when separating, Isabella gave Evelyn a lingering look
along with a long pelvis to pelvis hug that confessed that she wished that she was going on
vacation with them to play with them on the beach and in their hotel room.
If their kiss wasn't telling enough, Evelyn couldn't believe that Isabella just gave her the eye.
With just one sexy look that lasted a mere second too long, Isabella revealed that she wanted her
as much as Evelyn wanted her. Suddenly filled with sexual lust for her friend, she imagined
stripping her naked and making out with her before making herself comfortable between her legs
to lick her pussy. Returning the favor, she imagined Isabella eating her while fingering her. She
imagined them moving in the sixty nine position while giving one another oral, sexual pleasure.
She imagined Carter joining in the fun too by waving his big cock by her mouth before mounting
her. Isabella's look made Evelyn imagine all the sexual fun they'd have if she was going with
them on their cruise to Bermuda. Even better than going with the two of them, she wished she
was going with Isabella on a cruise alone without Carter.
"Don't worry about a thing Isabella. You just concentrate on having a wonderful vacation," said
Evelyn. "Everything will be just as you left it."
Wishing she was going on a vacation cruise with them and wishing that the kids, Brett and Erin
were going too, Evelyn returned her look of happiness with envy. Only, with Evelyn soon to be
alone with Isabella and Carter's children, Irish twins, 18 year old Brett and 19 year old Erin,
they'll be having a different kind of fun. Under the close supervision of Evelyn, Brett and Erin
will be playing lots of sexual games. No doubt, with her already planning sexual festivities with
both of them, they'd make their own good time while Isabella and Carter are away. She could
just image Brett and Erin handcuffed to their beds naked while begging her for more or begging
her to stop.
With Brett enamored with Evelyn in the way that Carter, his father, obviously is, she already had

them both wrapped around her finger. All she needed to do was to tease him with sex for him to
do whatever she wants him to do. With Erin being the spoiled bitch that she is, obviously she's
more difficult to seduce but still not much of a challenge for Evelyn to have her wicked sexual
way with her naked body. It's obvious to her that just as Brett wants to have sex with her so
doesn't Erin want to have sex with her too.
With both of them driven by sex, such a vile and base need, it's amazing what a little bit of
sexual teasing and erotic interaction can do to control young adults at that age. She couldn't wait
to get the both of them alone, first Brett and then Erin. Perhaps later, they could have a
threesome with her sucking Brett while Erin eats her or Erin could suck her brother while Evelyn
licks Erin. It's just too bad that Isabella and Carter couldn't be part of this incestuous debauchery.
Nonetheless, it will be fun having some private, sexual time with their children while imagining
doing the same to Isabella and Carter later, after they return home from their cruise.
"Bye Carter, have a wonderful cruise," said Evelyn hugging him and giving him a kiss on the
lips too before separating to wave her goodbyes.
When she hugged him, he pulled her to him hard and quick enough to practically hump her. With
his hand casually poised at the top of her ass, she was waiting for him to drop his hand lower to
feel, fondle, and squeeze her ass but with his wife there, he behaved himself. Yet, as if expecting
her to slip him her tongue, unlike his wife, he closed his eyes when he kissed her, but Evelyn
didn't. She looked at Carter in the way that Isabella had looked at her. Then, when Carter opened
his eyes, in the way that Isabella longingly looked at her, Carter longingly looked at her too. No
doubt, with two company but with three so very much better when sharing a small bed in a small
cabin, obviously he'd love for her to go on vacation with them too. Fucking, licking, and sucking
one another, she couldn't help but imagined them having a week of threesome sex day and night.
"Thank you so much Evelyn for allowing us to get away," said Carter. "We'll bring you back a
souvenir of our trip."
He looked at her as if she was standing there naked and she looked at him as if he was tied to a
support beam in the cellar with a gag in his mouth while she gave him pain, punishment, and
discipline before giving him sexual pleasure. Oh, yeah, with him being such a bad boy in
exposing his erect cock to his Asian neighbor, Christine, she wouldn't mind whipping his naked
ass. If only he knew what she was thinking, wouldn't he be surprised. If only he knew what she
was thinking and what she was capable of doing to his naked body, maybe he'd be just as
agreeable to going along with her as he'd be surprised by her thoughts. If only he knew what she
was thinking and what she was capable of doing to his wife's naked body, no doubt, deciding not
to take a cruise to Bermuda with his wife, he'd want to stay home with her to have some sexy,
group sex fun.

"Oh, don't mention it. It's my pleasure," said Evelyn figuring that while the cat's away that this
was the perfect opportunity to seduce not only Brett but also Erin too.
Always the sexual tease, when she pulled away from Carter, turning her body away from
Isabella's viewpoint, she slid a slow hand across Carter's semi erection that showed through his
pants. The look of sexual lust and sexual frustration that suddenly took control of his face was
worth taking the chance to briefly and slowly feel his cock with the back of her hand. If only he
knew she had been watching them having sex from her parked car, she wondered what he'd think
and what he'd say. If only he knew that she wanted them as much as they wanted her, they'd
never leave her to go to Bermuda without taking her with them. If only he knew the sexual plans
she had in store for his children, perhaps he'd want to stay to watch.
Meanwhile, as Isabella and Carter were heading to the airport to catch a flight to Miami where
they'd be boarding their cruise ship, two burly football players carried Brett into the school
nurse's office. He had injured himself on the football field of play during a scrimmage game.
With him the team's good looking quarterback and with all the cheerleaders cheering for and
throwing themselves at him, he was always a target of jealous boyfriends and even the envy of
players on his own team. Many of the heavier players, especially the linemen and tackles, who
weren't blessed with Brett's good looks and slim, toned body, were jealous of him. Encouraged
by their coach, even when at the expense of his star quarterback for him to make them a better
team, he charged the defense with finding holes in Brett's offensive line. With sacking the
quarterback their perfect, preferred payback for Brett being the star, attention getting player, the
defensive linemen and tackles were happy to obey and oblige their coach by putting Brett on his
back.
"Have fun," said one of the players to Brett while giving his friend the high five after seeing the
MILF of a nurse there ready to receive her patient.
The nurse, a good looking, tall, shapely woman, with her bleached blonde hair, big tits, and blue
eyes was an older woman in her forties and a well known cougar around the neighborhood. She
resembled Jean Smart in her heyday, from the situation comedy of old, Designing Women. Not
taking any crap from anyone, especially from 18 year old, young men who thought they knew
everything but knew nothing, she had the same abrasive personality of Jean Smart too, when in
character.
"She makes me want to pretend that I hurt my balls too," whispered the other football player to
Brett, while feigning to bite his hand and grimacing in sexual pleasure behind the nurse's back.
With both of her womanly assets protruding from her tight uniform, with something for the

young men to ogle from the front and from the back, all three young men stared at the nurse's big
tits and round ass.
"Me too," whispered the other player while grabbing his crotch with his hand and moving his
other hand back and forth in front of his mouth as if he was giving a blowjob.
With the nurses back turned to the men, both men humped the air behind her as if they were
humping and fucking her.
"Quit horsing around," she said obviously seeing what they were doing in her peripheral vision.
"Get him up on the table please," said Elizabeth, the school nurse turning to his two teammates
and nearly catching them in mid hump.
Distracted from her patient, she looked from Brett to his two buddies, 19 year old, big oafs who
had to repeat a year because of their low marks and failing grades. Playing football was the only
way they could get into college and both men were destined for state college in the fall. No doubt
destined to sell insurance, appliances, or cars while reminiscing about their high school and
college football days, in the way they both stared at the nurse's big tits and shapely body, they'll
be fantasizing of having sex with the nurse while masturbating tonight.
"What happened?" The nurse looked from one to the other before rolling her eyes and shrugging
her shoulders with a sigh. When neither of the young men answered her with nothing more than
confused looks on their faces, she dismissed them with the wave of her hand. "Go back to class
or back to the football field," she said obviously done with them. She looked from Brett to the
two boys leaving before returning her focused attention to Brett again. "Close the door behind
you please."
Now giving her full attention to Brett laying helplessly on her examination table, she no longer
seemed distracted. If anything, out of character as a school nurse, she seemed more preoccupied
with Brett than she was with his physical injuries. With her breathing through her mouth instead
of her nose, in the way she continued staring at him as if he was an injured albeit fully dressed
CFNM dancer/stripper, she appeared sexually excited. With him in her domain, as if she was a
hungry spider, the nurse approached him as if he was fresh meat ready to be stripped naked and
sexually examined. In the way that Brett resembled Tom Brady in his youth, only better looking,
he was no ordinary slab of man meat, he was a choice cut of fillet mignon and Nurse Elizabeth
seemed intent on feasting on him and having her wicked, sexual way with him.
"I forgot my cup and was tackled. It hurts," said Brett pointing down to his groin area.
In the same way that most men leer at women and most 18 year old, teenage boys leer at her
because of her big tits and shapely buttocks, she had a pretty face for an older woman. Not

disguising her sexual lust for him, Elizabeth, the school nurse, looked at him as if he was already
naked. If she looked this sexually desirable now, one could only wonder what she must have
looked like twenty years ago. In the way that every young man fantasizes over having sex with
their mothers, their aunts, or their older sisters, many of the male students and some female
students freely admit that they sexually fantasized of doing the school nurse. Even at her past her
prime age, she just oozed sexuality.
"Let's get you out of those pants so that I can have a look," she said obviously one of her favorite
things to say to a young man of 18 years old.
Being that she's a well known cougar who routinely dates men half her age and less, and a nurse,
Brett was in good hands. Her way of skipping the main meal, she went straight for the dessert.
Not wasting any time with introductions, formalities, or any more questions concerning his
injured condition or the current state of his health, she removed his cleats and, not taking the
time to remove his socks, she carefully pulled down his pants. Slowly, taking care not to cause
him any additional pain, she removed his pants as if she was removing wrapping paper from a
gift without tearing the paper. Knowing now that he wasn't wearing a cup, obviously, she
expected to see a big bulge in his underwear and she wasn't disappointed with what she saw.
With her pulling down his pants, what 18 year old man wouldn't have an erection? She continued
pulling down his football pants before finally removing them.
With Brett nearly nakedly exposed to this hot nurse, his erection showed his sexual arousal to the
nurse for not only removing his pants but also in appreciation of her hot looks. Reciprocating her
sexual attraction to him in kind, as soon as she saw and was seemingly enamored with his bulge,
her big nipples showed their hard impressions through her bra and through her starched white
uniform. Unable to help himself or to control it from happening, his cock grew bigger and harder
until his erection tented the thin, material of his white underwear. As soon as she pulled off his
football pants, as if the school nurse was his mother, Isabella, or his sister, Erin, or his mother's
best friend, Evelyn, he shamelessly displayed the huge bulge of his enormous erection.
In a moment of silence, as if they were both praying for a miracle to happen and indeed it did
happen that day, they both stared down at the big bulge his engorged cock made in his
underwear. As if they were waiting for it to pre maturely ejaculate with cum or waiting for a
volcano to erupt, their stares nearly burned a hole in his underwear. Before removing his
underwear, she stared at the outline of his cock in his underwear in the way that he stared at the
big impressions her tits made in her uniform. Now clad only in his soiled football jersey and
white underpants, as if wanting to erotically delay seeing his cock, she slowly and gently
removed his underwear as if she was unwrapping a long awaited, expensive gift. Obviously she
knew what was there waiting for her in his underwear. With him as much of an exhibitionist as
she was a voyeur, in the way that she, no doubt, couldn't wait to see his cock, he couldn't wait for
her to see his cock.

With her bending at the waist to lean forward, she ever so slowly and ever so carefully removed
his underpants. While doing so, whether it was intentional of inadvertent, she gave him the
perfect down uniform view of the tops of her breasts, her cleavage, and the top of her bra.
Mesmerized by the sight of the tops of her tits, he stared at the impressions her big breasts made
in her tight, partially unzipped nurse's uniform while she stared at the bulge his erect cock made
in his underwear. Showing him the top of breasts for him giving her a look at his underwear clad
cock, the longer and more she leaned forward in slowly easing down his underwear, the more she
flashed Brett uninterrupted, down uniform views of her breasts.
With her eyes staring at his cock as if this was the first cock she's ever seen before when, no
doubt, she's seen thousands of pricks, she continued staring at his cock, his pubic hair, and his
testicles while he stared at what he could see of her tits. Unembarrassed and unashamed, she
leered at him in the way that men typically leer at women. She looked at him as if he was a work
of art and she was an art collector who had just won him at auction. In the way that he'd love to
suck her tits, she looked at him as if she'd, no doubt, love to suck and fuck his cock. In the way
that he was hungry for her, he watched her stare at his cock as if she was hungry for him.
"Unless that's your normal size, you're really quite swollen," she said staring at his exposed cock
and testicles. She looked from his cock to look up at him before returning her focus to his
exposed prick. "Your penis is quite large."
As if she was grabbing for the brass ring on a merry go round, she took his cock in her horny
hand as if she was going to have sex with him instead of medically treat him. As if he was
having a sexual fantasy instead of being medically examined, with her continuing to feel his
prick while fondling his prick, this was like no medical examination that Brett has ever had. He
watched her staring at the head of his cock protruding from her closed hand. With the memory of
her staring at his prick while holding and fondling his prick, definitely, he'll be masturbating
tonight over the imagined sexual thoughts of her giving him a slow, hand job and/or a hot
blowjob while he imagined fondling her big tits and fingering her hard nipples. Right behind his
mother, Isabella, his sister, Erin, and his mother's friend, Evelyn, Nurse Elizabeth was his
favorite woman to fantasize over her giving him hot sex.
"That's my normal size," he said.
As if she was in bed with him instead of him being naked below the waist and on her examining
table, she continued holding his prick in her hand while unconsciously fondling the head of it
with her fingertips. As if she was holding her personal vibrator or dildo, she appeared to cherish
his cock in the way that he was mesmerized by her breasts. He loved her big breasts as much as
she obviously loved his big cock.

"Let me know if my touching you hurts," she said giving him a sexy look while slowly and
erotically licking her lips.
With him appearing to have a full erection before, growing to its full length and girth now, as
soon as she took his prick in her horny hand and fondled his cock, his erection hardened and his
cock stiffened even more. With her still holding his prick in her hand, he looked down to watch
her playing with, toying with, and sexually teasing him. Peering at his penis as if she was
examining a specimen in a lab, with her leaning forward to more closely inspect his prick, her
mouth was only a few inches from the head of his cock. If only he was pain free enough to raise
his hips for him to hump upward, with a gentle hand to the back of her head, he could have
touched her lips with the head of his engorged prick, that's how close she was to engulfing him in
her mouth. Only as soon as she parted his knees and opened his thighs more to examine his
bruises, he screamed in pain.
"Ow! Right there," he said reaching out his hand to stop her from touching him while filling his
horny hand with one of her bra clad breasts. "That hurts. That really hurts, but this really feels
nice," he said looking down at her uniform clad breast. "As if biting down on your big bra,
feeling your big tit helps me to ignore the pain," he said slowly sliding his palm across her nipple
that immediately emerged from behind her bra and uniform.
Disrespectful with his words, he was as salacious with his thoughts as he was with his touch.
Yet, with his feel of her breast nearly going unnoticed, he was just as bad in his lust for her as
she was in her lust for him. Tit for cock, they were both cut from the same horny cloth.
"Being that I'm feeling you while causing you pain, I don't mind you touching me a little. As
long as feeling me helps you to tolerate the pain," she said looking down at his hand cupping her
breast before looking up at him and before returning her focused stare to his cock. "I don't mind
you holding my breast through my uniform while I examine your penis."
Ignoring him touching, feeling, and groping her breasts through her bra and uniform, more
concerned with examining and touching him, Liz continued feeling around his injury. When she
didn't slap his hand away, deciding to feel even more of her, he fingered her big nipple through
her bra. Then taking full, sexual advantage of her and of this erotic opportunity to have his
wicked sexual way with the school nurse, he slowly ran his other hand up her thigh, in between
her legs, and up her short skirt. Cupping her panty clad pussy in the palm of his hand, she didn't
stop him from groping her until he unzipped her uniform to expose all of her bra.
"Behave," she said lightly slapping his hand away her pussy and his other hand away from her
breasts.
Obviously, it was one thing for him to grope her but should someone enter her office, it was
quite another thing for him to undress her. Showing more of her sexy cleavage this time, she

zipped up her uniform a little lower than it was before. Then she gave him the same look that she
gives all the young men that she picks up at the bar or the hotel lobby.
"Damn you have big tits Liz," he said.
She smiled while fondling the head of his cock with her manicured fingers.
"My name is Nurse Elizabeth to you," she said not blushing while looking down at herself before
looking up at him and returning her heated stare to his cock again. "Thank you, I do have big tits,
don't I? I love my big breasts," she said.
She handed him an ice pack.
"Ow! Easy," he said when Nurse Elizabeth continued her physical examination of his inner
thighs.
Then, she opened her medicine chest and handed him two aspirin and a cup of water.
"Sorry," she said. "Hard for you to see but the pain is not so much your penis and testicles.
Fortunately, those are unscathed. The injured part of you that hurts are the inside of your thighs.
Your thighs are badly bruised where the other player came in contact with you with his helmet.
You're lucky not to have broken one of both of your legs," she said examining his cock and
testicles more than she was examining his thighs. "They'll be tender for a few days."
"Thank you," he said holding the ice pack to his inner thigh, first one thigh and then the other
thigh.
"Come see me after you graduate. I'll give you a more complete examination at my house," she
said with a sexy look and a dirty laugh.
Chapter 9
A couple of hours later while Isabella and Carter were waiting at the airport to board their plane
for Miami for them to board the ship for their cruise to Bermuda, Evelyn answered the phone at
home.
"Hello?"
There was a brief silence on the other end as if the caller expected someone else to answer the
phone and had the wrong number.

"Hello?" Again a pause on the other end. "This is Elizabeth, the school nurse calling on behalf of
your son, Brett."
School nurse? My son? The nurse must think she's Isabella. Evelyn hoped that Brett wasn't
injured or ill.
"I'm not Brett's mother. I'm a close family friend. Is he okay?"
She imagined the worst, a broken leg or another concussion, with him always being injured
during football practice.
"I can only discuss the condition of his injury with his parent or legal guardian," said the nurse.
"Are you his legal guardian?"
With Isabella and Carter already at the airport, now what is she going to do?
"No," said Evelyn. "His parents are at the airport ready to board a plane for Miami for their
cruise to Bermuda. I'm housesitting while watching their children." Feeling pressured, Evelyn
thought quickly what to do in an emergency. "If I call Brett's Mom and she calls you with
permission for me to intercede on her behalf in Brett's medical care, will that work?"
Evelyn knew that whatever happened to Brett must be pretty bad for the school nurse to call
home.
"Yes," said the nurse. "Parental permission is acceptable even over the phone. Brett's fine. Don't
worry. He just had an accident on the football field. The inside of his thighs are badly bruised
where the helmet of another player hit."
Relieved that it was only bruised thighs and not a broken leg, as if that wasn't bad enough that he
was injured yet again, the first thing that went through Evelyn's mind was that he had a head
injury, another concussion. These high school coaches thing that their players are professionals
when they're just boys that haven't fully developed yet.
"Actually, now that I think of it. Brett is an adult. He's over 18 years old. He doesn't need
parental permission for anyone to speak on his behalf," said Evelyn. "He can even request that I
be in the room with him, if that's his wish."
There was a pause and a rustle of papers as if the nurse was checking his school records to verify
his age.
"Oh, I didn't know he was over 18," said the nurse with a face full of relief.

In the way she was being so familiar with his cock, if he was a minor, she'd be a sexual offender,
a pedophile, but with him being of age, she was off the hook. Now, once he graduated high
school, without fear of losing her job, she was free to look him up, make a date, and have her
wicked, sexual way with him without having any repercussions from the school board.
"His mother held him back a year for him to start school a year later, until he was more
emotionally mature," said Evelyn. "I'm sure you know that he's not the brightest crayon in the
Crayola box," said Evelyn with a laugh.
Obviously reaching a topic of discussion that they both agreed, the nurse laughed too.
"They're all like that at that age," said the nurse in commiseration. "They all think they know
everything when they don't know anything. It's my job to guide them and to help teach them
right from wrong," said Nurse Elizabeth getting high up on her soap box.
Teach him what? Sex? Is that what she thinks she's going to teach Brett? With Brett already
having had sex with his sister and wanting to have sex with her too, his mother's best friend,
Brett knows all about sex. Guide him? Guide him where? Into her bed? With Evelyn wanting to
have sex with Brett too, obviously, this nurse was just as slutty as she was. Suddenly relieved the
Brett was in good hands, Evelyn liked the nurse. For some inexplicable reason, she bonded with
her. Perhaps they had a connection because they were both cougars on the prowl looking for
young, hard bodied men who had big, hard cocks.
"I was the same way at that age," admitted Evelyn.
As if Brett's cock was her personal, pliable plaything of pure sexual pleasure, Nurse Elizabeth
continued holding Brett's erection in her hand while talking to Evelyn on her cell phone. Slowly
she stroked him while he felt her tits through her nurse's uniform. If only Evelyn knew what was
happening in the nurse's office, she'd probably pull up a chair and watch in the way that she
pulled up a chair to watch Brett having sex with his sister, Erin.
"Okay, thank you for telling me that he's over 18 years old," said the nurse. "I'll tell him that
you're coming to take him home. I'm sure he'll love to see you."
She wondered how a nurse can care for a patient without knowing all that she can about his
medical background, the least of which is his age.
"I'm surprised you didn't know his age. With him injured enough at school, just curious but don't
you have his medical record there with you? He's been hurt playing football so many times
before that he must have an extensive file."

She listened as the nurse rustled through my papers.
"I do," said the nurse. "With the two boys carrying him in and with Brett in such pain, more
concerned with his injuries, I just didn't take the time to read completely through his medical
record. My first concern was to administer him medical care," she said stroking him a little faster
before leaning forward to briefly take him in her mouth to suck him.
Nurse Elizabeth stood, took a step back, and ran her tongue across her lips while staring at Brett.
If only Evelyn knew that the nurse was more concerned with Brett's cock than she was with his
medical care, they'd be friends. If only Evelyn knew that Nurse Elizabeth just took Brett's cock
in her mouth, she'd be jealous. With them sharing the same sexual peccadillo in their
appreciation of having sex with much younger men, no doubt, they'd become close enough. They
could compare notes. They could go clubbing together. No doubt, if only having their sexual
preferences in common, they'd be best friends.
"And what medical care have you given him?"
If only Evelyn knew that Brett was in good hands, literally and figuratively, as well in good
mouth too, she needn't worry.
"I gave him an ice bag to reduce the swelling and a couple of aspirin," said the nurse.
Ice bag? Even though the nurse told him that he had badly bruised thighs, Evelyn figured he
must have hit his head.
"So what happened? How is he?"
"He was hit in the groin when tackled by a much bigger player. He wasn't wearing a cup. He said
he forgot his cup at home," said the nurse. "The inside of his thighs are badly bruised. He's lucky
he didn't break a leg or even both of his legs."
At least now with the nurse aware of his age and adult status, there wouldn't be any issue of her
getting information from the nurse or from Brett.
"But, just so that there's no issues, I'll call his mother to make her aware of what happened and
will have her call you with permission for you to discuss his medical condition with me. I'd
rather she know firsthand what has happened with her son," said Evelyn. "I'm leaving for the
school right after I call her."
Evelyn figured just in case his injury needed a doctor's care, she'd have Isabella call Brett's

doctor in advance too. If he were her son, she'd want him checked out by a doctor and perhaps to
have an X ray in the way that baseball teams do for their players even if they have a broken
fingernail. It's overboard how baseball ballplayers are pampered. If they were hockey players
with broken teeth, contusions, and broken ribs, they'd just send them back on the ice and give
them medical care for them after the game.
"Bye," said the nurse.
"Bye," said Evelyn.
Evelyn called Isabella.
"Hello?"
Isabella answered the phone while sitting at the airport waiting for her plane to board.
"Hi Isabella, its Evelyn."
"What happened? What's wrong?"
Isabella panicked as only a mother can panic.
"Not to worry. Brett is fine but he was hurt on the football field," said Evelyn. "Do you need the
number for the school nurse?"
"Oh God. How serious is it this time? How is he? It's always something with him. He's had so
many injuries with that damn football that I have the school nurse's number on speed dial. I just
hope it's not another concussion. I just hope he hasn't broken anything," she said. "Brett hurt
himself playing football again," said Isabella to Carter.
"With him graduating in a few weeks, I'm glad he's a senior and this is his last year of football,"
said Carter in the background.
"The nurse said not to worry so maybe his injuries are minor. She said he has some bruising on
his inner thighs where another player hit him with his helmet," said Evelyn to Isabella. "At first
the nurse wouldn't disclose any information about his medical condition unless she has your
permission. Can you call her? I'm on my way to the school right now," said Evelyn.
"He's eighteen Evelyn. He doesn't need my permission. He can speak for himself," she said.

"Being the horn ball that he is and with the crush that he has on you, I'm sure he'll have no
problem with you being in the room with him while being examined," said Isabella with a dirty
laugh.
"I told the nurse he's over eighteen but in case he needs medical care while you're away, after
you call the school nurse, can you call his primary care doctor for her to allow me to be in the
room with him? You know how combative he gets with doctors," she said.
"You're right. He's not a very good patient. I'll call Elizabeth, the school nurse and then I'll call
Robin, his doctor," said Isabella laughing suddenly. "With a continuous, sexually excited look on
his face, the last time he injured himself, I gave him sponge baths and he always had an
erection," she said laughing.
"He must have loved that," said Evelyn while she imagined giving Brett the same type of
medical care.
The image of her stroking Brett's cock while giving him a sponge bath consumed her. Not
putting it past her, she wondered if Isabella gave Brett a hand job and/or a blow job while giving
him a sponge bath in the way that she obviously would if the opportunity ever presented itself.
"With me washing his cock as if giving him a hand job, it wouldn't surprise me if he purposely
injured himself just so that you can give him sponge baths and wash his cock in my absence,"
she said with a laugh.
Evelyn imagined giving Brett sponge baths while paying special attention to cleaning his cock by
wrapping her hand around it and rubbing it up and down and up and down really fast. Inspiring
her sexual fantasy, she imagined her tee shirt getting wet, so wet that it was virtually see through
and she wasn't wearing a bra. She imagined Brett feeling her tits and fingering her nipples
through her tee shirt, while she washed his cock before he ejaculated his cum all over her hand.
"I'll call you when I bring him home to let you know if I'll be bringing him to see his doctor or if
the doctor can't see him and if I need to bring him to the emergency room," said Evelyn. "I'm
almost at the school now."
Evelyn parked her car in the school parking lot and walked the long distance from her car to the
school. Depending how injured Brett is, she may have to wheel him out in a wheel chair, leave
him at the door, and pick him up in her car.
"I'll be on a plane by then and then a ship. You may not be able to reach me until I dock
somewhere. We're boarding now Evelyn. I'll call you when I land at Miami," said Tiff. "Thank
you for taking care of my children."

"No problem," said Evelyn.
With Brett 18 years old and his sister, Erin, 19 years old, acting more adult with all of the sexual
content and context in their lives, they're hardly children. If only Isabella knew the good, sexual
care she was hoping to give Brett and Erin while she was gone, she wondered if she'd approve.
With the school doors locked for security, Evelyn rang the bell while looking in the camera.
"Yes? Hello? May I help you?"
Not that long ago, Evelyn remembered when she was in college. A different time back then,
anyone could walk on the school grounds and in the school. Now with all of the recent school
shootings, nearly every school across the country has beefed up security and is virtually on
continue lockdown.
One time when she left the toilet after peeing, she saw a man in the mirror standing in the girls'
bathroom and in the open stall behind her with his pants down around his ankles. He was
watching her in the mirror leaving her stall. Immediately, she noticed him. With her being the
exhibitionist that she was back then, if she was born a guy, no doubt, she'd be doing the same
thing, flashing women her cock. Being that she was alone with him in the women's toilet, she
raised her short skirt and lower her panty and leaned forward to moon him while giving him a
show of her pussy and ass. She washed her hands and left while he ejaculated on the floor to all
that she showed him and all that he saw of her.
She should have reported him but she didn't. He was harmless. If anything, she felt bad for him.
For him to flash himself in that way, someone must have sexually abused him in the way that
seven separate men sexually abused her. Now the schools are more like prisons on lockdown
than they are places of learning. As if the airports aren't bad enough with their TSA agents body
searching everyone, and as if schools are now a city, state, or federal building with their metal
detectors, no one gets in and no one leaves without going through security first.
"I'm here to see the school nurse. My son was injured," she said lying that Brett was her son for
the purpose of not having to explain and share personal information with the school secretary.
"I'll buzz you in," she said.
'That was easy,' thought Evelyn. 'So much for security. She could have been anyone. She could
have been packing a gun and had a grudge against a teacher. She could have been a kidnapper or
a child molester.'

Evelyn walked to the nurse's office, a familiar walk she's made numerous times with Isabella.
With her knowing the school nurse and the school nurse knowing her, she knew that once the
nurse saw her that there wouldn't be a problem with her sharing Brett's medical information.
Besides, with Brett being 18, she wouldn't have a problem accompanying him to the doctor's
office too as his temporary parent either. With the nurse's office only a couple of doors down
from the principal's office, if she wasn't driving Isabella to see the principal because of
something that Erin attitudinally did when she was in high school, she was there to see the nurse
with Brett being hurt playing football. She was glad that he was graduating high school in a few
short weeks.
Not the brightest bulb, when it came to school, it took Isabella all the convincing that she could
muster to convince Brett to attend community college in September. Erin was no better. It took
all the convincing that Isabella could muster for her to convince Erin to attend college for
nursing a couple of years ago when she graduated high school instead of working at a minimum
wage job and hanging out with her friends. With all the naked bodies that Erin has already seen
at only 20 years old, almost 21, it made perfect sense that she'd want to be a nurse or a mortician.
Obviously, she has a thing for naked bodies.
As soon as Evelyn entered the nurse's office, as she knew she would, the nurse recognized her.
An older woman in her fifties, a woman who never married and took her job very seriously as if
every student was her child or her potential 18 year old sex partner, Evelyn could tell she had
repressed issues of sexual frustration. A redeeming quality that Evelyn shared with the school
nurse, in the way that older men were predators of younger women, she was a predator of
younger men too. She was one of those women who'd never admit that she had a sexual problem
and an inherent sexual attraction to much younger men but it was obvious to Evelyn that she did.
A common ground that they both shared and could relate over a cocktail or two, they were both
cougars. Even though Evelyn wasn't married, divorced actually and didn't any children, she was
still a MILF that any young man would want to fuck.
There were lots of rumors about Nurse Elizabeth meeting up with and dating male students after
they graduated high school. Definitely she was a cougar on the prowl. In the way she dressed in
her freshly starched uniform and wore her hair down instead of up and pinned back, never
without her makeup and bright, red lipstick, she reminded Evelyn of Nurse Ratched, played by
Louise Fletcher, from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. In the way that her hair was dyed
blonde, she was busty, and she wore her nurse's uniform shorter and lower cut than it should be,
she reminded Evelyn of Hot Lips Houlihan from MASH. When not referring to her as a MILF,
Nurse Ratched and Hot Lips were how the students referred to her as.
"Evelyn. Hi. I thought that was you on the phone. I didn't put two and two together," said the
nurse.

Evelyn gave her a smile while looking around her office for Brett.
"It's been a while since I was here last with Isabella, Brett's Mom, a couple of months ago when
he had his last concussion," said Evelyn. "How's the patient?"
As if she was about to share what really took place with the two players carried Brett in and
deposited him on her table and in her care, a flicker of sexual excitement flashed across Nurse
Elizabeth face.
"Well, he's fine but he's in a lot of pain. He's stiffly sore. You should have his family doctor
check him out," she said. "I gave him an icepack to hold on his injured area. He's bruised but I
didn't see any other injury. There's no bleeding but his inner thighs are still a little sore and
tender to the touch. He wasn't wearing a cup," she said suddenly whispering. "He forgot it home
and he was hit right in the testicles when tackled by a boy who weighs 300 pounds. He's all
swollen down there," said the nurse giving Evelyn a perverse smile.
"I know. You told me that already over the phone," said Evelyn who was annoyingly
uncomfortable talking to another cougar of a woman about Brett.
If she imagined the nurse stripping off his pants and underwear, and she did, she'd be right.
Maybe because she deemed the nurse as sexual competition was the reason why she didn't like
her talking about Brett's bruised and sore inner thighs. Seeing how the nurse acted with young
men was as if holding a mirror up to Evelyn in the way that she acted with Brett. Evelyn saw
much of herself in the nurse's inappropriate sexual behavior when it came to men who were less
than half her age. In the nurse's obvious readiness to have sex with any student over 18 years old,
when picking up young men in bars and bringing them home for sex, she made Evelyn wonder if
she'd be like her ten years from now. With this a small town, it was difficult for residents to keep
secrets, especially someone in such a high profile position as the school nurse.
"What I didn't tell you over the phone was that I felt a lump in his testicle when I was examining
him. I've handled enough testicles in my career to know when something doesn't feel right," said
the nurse. "Most times it's nothing but it's always good to have a doctor have a look."
Even though the nurse was always professional when in her environment of nursing, in the way
she stared, leered, and lusted over the 18 year old male students, it was obvious to Evelyn that
the nurse had repressed, sexual, frustration issues. With the whole school aware of her
salaciously bawdy reputation but having no proof that any of the rumors were true, she always
viewed the nurse as bit of a pervert instead of a prude. What 18 year old to 21 year old man
would step forward to report that they were sexually solicited and seduced by a horny, sexy
woman who was more than twice their age?

A lump in his testicles? What the Hell was she doing examining his naked cock and testicles
anyway unless she was doing that for her own personal, sexual satisfaction? She's not a doctor.
Her medical treatment of Brett should have begun and ended with her giving him two aspirins
and an ice pack. Feeling overly protective of Brett, Evelyn felt jealous that what the nurse was
doing at school what Evelyn hoped to do at home.
The nurse accompanied Evelyn in the next room and around the drawn curtain. Brett was lying
on his back on the table naked from the waist down holding an icepack. More shocking that he
was naked from the waist down was that there was a young, pretty, sexy woman by his side. Not
enough that she was jealous of the nurse and viewed her as sexually competition, but now there
was another young woman in competition with her too. She was a younger woman, a prettier
woman, and a sexier woman at his side while gawking at his mostly exposed cock but for the ice
pack covering the area.
"Holly! What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here," said the nurse looking from Holly to
Brett lying there practically naked before returning her focused attention back to Holly again.
"The principal wanted me to give you this notice and I just wanted to see how Brett was doing,"
said Holly turning to the nurse and smiling uncomfortably at Evelyn.
"Brett is naked. Have you no shame? Get out of here immediately you little whore," said the
nurse.
Red faced angry, Holly shot the nurse a look.
"I'm no whore. I'm an 18 year old, young woman who Brett took to his senior prom," she said
with attitude. As if thinking better of what she was about to say, she paused before letting her
words fly. "I've already held his cock in my hand, sucked on it in my mouth, and felt the full size
of him in my pussy," she said. "We're more than just friends, bitch."
She made a face at the nurse before sticking her tongue out at her as if to say, you should be so
lucky to have sex with him in the way that I already have.
"I was wrong with my initial assessment of you. You're not a little whore. You're a big whore.
Now get out before I report you and put you on detention," said the nurse.
Evelyn walked over to Brett and took his hand in hers. Holding his hand up to her breasts, she
pressed the back of his hand against her tits. Obviously she knew that men have tit feelers and
breast sensors on nearly every part of their bodies. Assuredly, she knew that he could feel her tits

with the back of his hand nearly as well as if he was cupping her tits in the palm of his hand.
"Hi Evelyn," said Brett unembarrassed and unashamed that he was laying there without pants or
underwear and with just an ice bag covering his cock and testicles.
"How are you feeling?"
Evelyn looked from Brett to look down at his hand holding the ice bag before looking back up at
him.
"I'm sore," he said. He looked up at Evelyn and smiled a sexy smile. "Wanna see?"
Again a look of sexual excitement flashed across the nurses' face. Obviously, it was one thing for
her to see and hold Brett's cock in her hand but it was quite another thing to be privy to see his
prick in the company of Evelyn. Both women looked from one to the other before staring at
Brett's hand concealing his cock with the ice pack. It was seemingly strange that three women
were interested in seeing Brett's swollen package for three different reasons.
Holly, already sexually intimate with Brett, was concerned for his wellbeing, as well as his cock
and testicles. Under the false pretense of giving him medical care, the nurse just wanted to see
and feel an 18 year old's cock and testicle no matter if they were swollen or not. Evelyn was just
using this medical visit as her way to sexually control Brett later. Oblivious to their reasons and
not caring why any of the three women were there, no doubt, Brett was just eager to show off his
penis to as many women who wanted to see his cock.
He lifted the icepack to expose his bruised thighs and naked cock and testicles to Evelyn and to
the nurse. Apparently, even with the cold ice pack relaxing his cock, he wasn't injured enough
not to have an erection because he had a big one that stood straight up in the air at full attention
as soon as the weight to the ice pack was off of it. One would think that the cold ice pack would
prevent him from having and maintaining and erection but conversely, the ice pack seemed to
stimulate his sexual arousal.
"Well it looks like I'll be giving you lots of sponge baths," said Evelyn to Brett while winking at
the nurse.
As if dizzy with sexual excitement, the nurse put her hand to the bottom of her neck as if she was
suddenly having trouble breathing. Too bad she didn't think of that before but maybe, after
Evelyn told the nurse that Isabella gave Brett sponge baths, she was thinking of giving Brett
sponge baths too now. Perhaps, while feeling her naked body everywhere she wanted a young
man less than half her age to feel her naked body, she was thinking of Brett giving her a sponge
bath. Whichever it was, it was obvious that the nurse needed a man in her life.

Yet, not wanting any man, she wanted a young man, a man a third her age. Without a doubt, she
needed to get laid by a young man who not only possessed a hard cock that wasn't induced by a
Viagra pill but also a young man in great physical condition who could go on and on in the way
of a Sexual Eveready Bunny. With Brett laying there with his cock on full display, she was
beside herself with obvious sexual interest in him. If Evelyn wasn't in the room with them, no
doubt, Nurse Elizabeth would be taking Brett's cock in her mouth again. Maybe if Nurse
Elizabeth wasn't in the room with them, in the way she was staring at his erection, Evelyn may
have taking Brett's cock in her mouth too.
The next day with a doctor's appointment that Isabella made from Miami, Evelyn readied herself
to take Brett to see his Family Care doctor, Doctor Robin as Brett familiarly referred to her.
Chapter 10
Evelyn drove Brett home from school and leaving him on his own for him to walk inside on his
crutches, she deposited him at the backdoor for her to run to use the restroom. Had he not had his
license suspended for drag racing, he could have driven himself home. Only in his injured
conditioned with his sorely bruised thighs, she didn't know how he could drive a car with a
manual transmission. His sister, Erin, was there waiting for him.
"What happened now? What did you do now?" She looked at her brother with impatient
intolerance. "Were you in another fight? It's always something with you," she said with
unjustified contempt.
Ripe for taking, at only 19 years old, almost 20, and with her having had sex with a multitude of
men, including her brother, seemingly Erin she had already given up on men. No doubt, if she
met a good woman, with her obvious negative attitude towards men, despite her promiscuity
with men, she'd turn lesbian. Brett looked at his sister as if he was about to give her he finger and
perhaps he would have had he not been on crutches, instead he made a pained sour face at her.
"No. I didn't do anything," he said walking in the living room with the crutches that the nurse
gave him to use. "I hurt myself at football practice. Joey hit me right in the nuts with his helmet.
Lifting me off the ground with his head, my thighs took the worst of it. They're all bruised and
wicked sore. It hurts even to breathe. Now I know what opposing team members feel when a 300
pound linebacker hits them full force at speed. It's hard for me to even sit. You should have seen
me getting in and out of Evelyn's car. She had to lift my feet inside," he said with a laugh. "At
only 18 years old, I suddenly feel like an old man."
"Let me see," she said looking down at his thighs.

He stared down at where she was looking before leer up at her. His sister was such a whore that
obviously not knowing if she just wanted to look or blow him, he didn't know her meaning or
intentions.
"See what?"
In the way that she was staring down at him, he looked at her with hopeful, sexual expectation
that she wanted to see his cock.
"You thighs pervert, not your cock," she said sighing her exasperation.
She removed her focus stare from his eyes to stare down at his football pants covered thighs
again and he looked at his sister as if he was a fresh, slab of meat and he was a hungry lion.
"You want to see my bruised thighs?"
He looked at her with unhidden, sexual excitement.
"Duh, I am studying to be a nurse moron," she said. "It's not every day that I see contusions bad
enough that you need crutches to walk," she said with a laugh.
Brett gave his sister his best perverted smile.
"Okay, go ahead," said Brett giving her a nod while looking down at himself. "Pull down my
pants. You can pull my underwear down with my pants too. I don't mind," he said laughing.
Erin rolled her eyes and sighed her frustration with his constant perverted comments. He acted as
if he was her horny friend instead of her younger brother.
"You'd like for me to pull your underwear down, wouldn't you. I bet you're not too injured for
me to give you a hand job. I bet you're not too hurt for me to suck your cock," she said.
"Sure," he said. "You may blow me if you'd like."
She walked to him, squatted down in front of him, and, as if about to blow her brother, she
pulled down his football pants just as Evelyn walked in the kitchen. What Evelyn saw was the
back of Erin's head with her poised on her knees in front of her brother with his pants down.
"You at least could have waited until he made it to his room before you started sucking him,
Erin," said Evelyn with a dirty laugh.

Brett smiled while putting a gentle hand to the back of his sister's pretty head to push her forward
into this crotch.
"Eww, stop it Brett. You smell," she said standing while staring down at her brother's horribly
bruised thighs. "Very funny," said Erin turning her head to Evelyn. "I wanted to see his bruises.
Already black and blue, they're really bad. The worst ones I've ever seen," she said returning her
focused stared to Brett's injured thighs.
"Let's get you up to your room. You need to get off of your feet Mister," said Evelyn walking to
Brett and reaching down to pull up his pants.
Ready to help him climb the stairs, she put a hand behind his back to direct him.
"Wait, I have to pee," he said. "I don't think that I can make it upstairs without peeing myself."
He looked as if he was about to do the pee pee dance. If he could reach down to hold his cock
through his clothes without falling, no doubt he would have.
"Okay, use the toilet down here before I help you upstairs," said Evelyn.
Brett looked from Evelyn to Erin and before looking back to Evelyn.
"I need help. I can't hold it myself while standing on these crutches," he said looking from
Evelyn to look at his sister again.
Obviously looking for a willing volunteer to hold his cock while he peed, he had a shit eating
grin on his face.
"I'll help him pee but if you're taking a dump, I'm not wiping your ass," said Erin.
"You're so gross Erin," said Evelyn.
"I only have to pee," said Brett.
"Your cock wouldn't be the first cock I held while one of my boyfriends gave me a golden
shower and peed all over me," said Erin laughing with wickedness.
Difficult to shock Evelyn, she looked at Erin with surprise. For someone who was so young and
who has experienced so much sexually, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"God you're such a little whore but I love you for that," said Evelyn laughing. "Every day, you
never cease to surprise me, Erin," she said shaking her head. "Pray tell, why on Earth would you
allow anyone to disrespect you by peeing on you? I'd never have anyone do that to me."
Unashamed and unembarrassed, Erin shrugged as if being peed on was no big deal. At only
nineteen years old, barely a woman of legal age, one could only imagine what would be a big
deal to her sexually. If she's already sexually done all of this now, what was left for her to
experience later besides swinging and gangbangs. Who knows? With her a cheerleader on her
college football team and with her attending all of the dorm parties, maybe she's already
experienced those too?
"I was drunk. I was high. I was horny. I held his cock to direct his pee because I didn't want him
peeing in my mouth or in my eyes," she said.
"Unbelievable," said Evelyn shaking her head.
"Wow," said Brett. "I'd love to pee on your sometime Erin."
Erin shot him a look that made him take an involuntary step back.
"Not in your lifetime," said Erin.
"Still even with you being drunk, high, and horny, I still don't understand while you'd allow
some drunken guy to pee on you," said Evelyn.
Erin looked at her and shrugged.
"It was no big deal. Being that I was naked and in the shower at the time anyway, it was
something that I thought I'd try. It appealed to me at the time but it doesn't mean I'd do it again,
unless the man paid me big bucks," she said with a dirty laugh. "After receiving a golden shower,
not really my cup of tea, at least I can check that off my bucket list," she said with another laugh.
"Some bucket list you have. Your bucket list is more of a trash dump," said Evelyn with a sigh.
Erin shot her a look that could melt ice.
"Yeah, well, at least I'm not some over the hill forty something year old woman trying to have
sex with her best friend's two children," said Erin.
Cat fight! Ready to get out her claws in a hair pulling contest, Evelyn shot her a look.

"I didn't hear you say no to my licking your pussy Erin," said Evelyn raising her voice.
Suddenly going from a bitch to acting submissive, Erin looked at Evelyn apologetically.
"Sorry," said Erin. "I didn't mean what I said. I apologize."
"Just take him to pee so that I can get him to bed," said Evelyn with a wave of her hand that told
her that she was done talking.
Erin opened the bathroom door for her brother.
"I need a shower before I go to bed. I'm all sweaty and smelly from playing football," he said
looking from Erin to look at Evelyn before looking back to Erin.
"Oh, no. Don't look at me. I'm drawing the line right there. I'm not getting naked to give him a
shower. Even with your badly bruised thighs, no doubt, you'll try and stick that monster in my
mouth, up my ass, or in my pussy," she said. "I don't mind having sex with my brother when it's
my idea but not when being forced."
Erin looked at Evelyn and Evelyn looked at Brett.
"After you pee him, I'll shower him," said Evelyn.
Brett suddenly had a face full of sexual excitement.
"You will?"
As if an owl spotting a mouse, Brett shot his head around as if he had been hit with a left hook.
"Yes," said Evelyn.
He gave her a sly smile.
"You'll have to get naked," he said turning to look at her and gulping down his lust while
undressing her with his eyes.
Already one up on him, she looked at him as if they were playing chess and she just called
checkmate.
"You won't be able to see much with the bathroom light off," said Evelyn with a victorious
laugh.

"Maybe not but I can still touch and feel enough of you to know what you look like without your
clothes," said Brett closing his eyes and raising his hands from his crutches as if he was a blind
man or a man touched by a healer and who could walk again.
Evelyn shook her head and laughed.
"You've already seen me naked lots of times when you walk back and forth by my bedroom
while I'm dressing and undressing, you little pervert," said Evelyn.
"If you didn't want me to see your underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body, you wouldn't get
dressed and undressed with the door open," he said.
"Touché," she said laughing. "Being that I'm an exhibitionist, I've never been modest. Endlessly
teasing you, I was waiting for you to step in my room for a private show, but you never did."
"Damn, if only I knew that then that I could have had sex with you, I would have," he said.
"C'mon, let's go pee and no monkey business," said Erin helping him in the bathroom.
Once inside the toilet, she pulled down his football pants and pulled down his underwear.
"You didn't have to pull down my underwear, Erin. You could have just reached your hand in my
pee hole and pulled out my cock," he said.
"I bet you'd love for me to fish around in your underwear to pull out your cock," she said rolling
her eyes. "Just pee," she said lifting the seat, taking him in her hand to aim him.
"Get down on your knees and I'll pee all over you. If you open your mouth, I'll pee in your
mouth," he said.
"Gross. You're so gross Brett," said Erin.
He peed a hot, long, steamy stream of urine.
"Maybe one day you'll allow me to pee all over your naked body Erin," said her brother
grimacing in obvious pain while peeing.
"Don't get your hopes up Brett," she said looking down at the toilet. "Oh, oh, there's some blood
in your urine." She looked from the toilet to look at him. "Does it hurt for you to pee?"

"It stings a little," he said. "Yeah, actually it burns."
As if she was really a nurse instead of a student in nursing school, she looked at him with
concern.
"It's a good thing you're seeing the doctor tomorrow," she said shaking him before wiping him
with toilet tissue and discarding the tissue in the toilet bowl. "You have hematuria," she said
squatting down to pull up his underwear and pants.
Erin moved the toilet seat down, closed the lid, and flushed the toilet. Then, leaving him
positioned against the wall on his crutches, she turned from him to wash and dry her hands.
"Homo what? What the Hell is that? I'm not gay. I never had sex with a guy," he said looking at
her with anger.
She shook her head at his stupidity.
"Hematuria is when you have blood in your urine stupid," said his sister. "Blood in your urine or
in your poop is never a good thing," she said. "God, you're such a moron. When I'm so smart,
how did you get so stupid?"
As if victorious after having cheated in a big poker game without being caught, Brett smiled a
big, shit eating grin.
"You're not as smart as you think you are Erin. I just got you to hold my cock while I peed," he
said with a dirty laugh.
"You're such an asshole Brett," she said opening the bathroom door.
"Tell me. What does that homotura mean Erin?" He looked down at the little red cloud of blood
in the water. "What does it mean that there's blood in my urine?"
"Hematuria. Don't get all stressed out about it. I'm sure it's something minor that stems from your
injury but any blood coming from your penis or ass should never be ignored," said Erin.
Evelyn poked her head in the bathroom door.
"Did you two have fun?"
Evelyn looked from Brett before looking at Erin.

"He has a little bit of blood in his urine," said Erin.
Evelyn looked at Brett with concern.
"I have homotoria," said Brett with a face full of sadness.
"What?" Evelyn looked at Brett and wrinkled her face to understand what he had just said.
"Homotoria? What's that?"
"Hematuria. That's the medical term for having blood in his urine," said Erin.
"Well, don't worry about it Brett. I'm sure it's something minor. We'll be seeing the doctor
tomorrow morning. C'mon. Let's get you upstairs to take that shower before getting you to bed,"
said Evelyn helping him up the stairs. "Being that you're not feeling well, I won't turn off the
light. You can watch me undress."
"You'll let me watch you strip?"
"Yes," said Evelyn.
"Well that's worth getting hurt. When I hurt myself before, my Mom gave me sponge baths. I
think she enjoyed washing my cock as much as I enjoyed her watching her wash my cock and
fondling my erect prick. Only she never stripped naked to get in the shower with me though,"
said Brett.
"Well, I'm not your mother," said Evelyn giving him a sexy wink.
"I'll bring food and something for to drink up to your room after you shower. Don't you be
coming up and down the stairs," said Erin. "Leave your door open and call down for whatever
you need."
"Thanks Erin," said Brett. "Erin, I need a blowjob," said Brett pretending he was calling
downstairs to her from upstairs.
"Fat chance," said Erin.
Handing crutches to Evelyn to carry, he took one slow step at a time up the stairs, Brett leaned
on Evelyn for support. Only taking advantage of the situation, he moved his horny hand down
her back to feel and squeeze her shapely, firm ass.
"Do that again and I'll turn off the bathroom light and leave it off while I undress," said Evelyn.

"Okay," said Brett. "Sorry but if I was to lose my balance and accidentally touch, feel, and grope
part of your naked body, I don't want you holding that against me, unless you really wanted to,"
he said laughing.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, my holding my naked body against your naked body," said
Evelyn.
"Shit yeah," said Brett catching himself after losing his balance for a second. He looked at her up
and down and stared at her as if she was already naked. "Who wouldn't?"
"Careful Brett. Pay attention to where you're walking. You don't want to tumble down the stairs.
Just two more steps Brett," said Evelyn. "All I need for you is to break your leg and I'll be giving
you sponge baths too."
Evelyn walked him in the bathroom and deposited him against the bathroom wall while she
began undressing herself.
"This could only be better if Nurse Elizabeth was here to take a shower with us too," he said.
"Nurse Elizabeth? It's not enough that I'll be stripping naked to take a shower with you and you
want Nurse Elizabeth too?"
"I always wanted to have a threesome," said Brett.
"What? You always wanted to have a threesome? You're only 18 years old," said Evelyn
laughing. "You're just as bad as your sister."
"It's on my bucket list," he said nodding his head as if that made it okay for him to have a
threesome.
"Well, I'm sure that Nurse Elizabeth wouldn't need much convincing to give you enough hot sex
that you wouldn't need another female in her bed," said Evelyn. "A real cougar, she's one horny,
old broad. She'd accommodate whatever sexual need you have."
With Brett standing there staring and with the bathroom light illuminating more than just his lust
for her, Evelyn began her slow striptease. Unbuttoning her button blouse one slow button at a
time while pausing to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before continuing to unbutton
the next button, she watched Brett's eyes filled with all that he was seeing of her. Exposing the
tops of her D cup breasts to him, she paused before revealing her long line of cleavage and
before unbuttoning the next button. She thought it odd that he wasn't able to get much of an

erection, perhaps from the effects of his recent injury. Yet, nonetheless his lack of physical,
sexual appreciation of her judging him by his lack of erection, she continued stripping herself
naked.
Hoping to encourage his erection, she reached out to touch and fondled the head of his cock with
her manicured fingers before wrapping her fingers around his cock to slowly stroke him. She
managed to get half an erection out of him. Not wanting to aggravation whatever was wrong
with him, she cupped his testicles in her hand before she continued undressing herself. Besides,
with him peeing blood, she wasn't about to suck him. Figuring that she'd only aggravate his
injury, whatever his injury is, she wasn't about to stroke him to make him cum either.
Unbuttoning the rest of her blouse, she stood there in her while bra and short skirt.
"God damn, you have big tits Evelyn," he said reaching out his hand to feel her breast through
her bra in the palm of his hand. First one and then the other, he traced the impressions her big
nipples suddenly made in her bra.
She looked down at where he was touching and feeling her while watching his horny hand feel
her breasts and finger her nipples through her bra.
"Thank you. I'm glad you like my tits. I love my breasts too," she said reaching around herself to
unbutton and unzip her short skirt.
As if a curtain falling to expose what she wanted him to see, her skirt fell to her feet. Now
standing there in her big, white bra and her bright white, sheer bikini panty, Brett stared at her as
if he was a starving man dying of hunger.
"Damn Evelyn, for an old broad, you have one Hell of a body," he said still staring.
"For an old broad? Thank you, I think," she said with a laugh. "So tell me. You decided. Which
first? Panties or bra," she said looking down at herself.
He stared at her bra before looking down at her panties.
"Being that I'm a breast man and can't wait to see your tits up close and in person. Bra please
remove your bra," he said.
Evelyn reached around herself as if she was about to remove her bra but instead in one fluid
motion, she slid her panties down her legs and kicked them off to reveal her blonde, trimmed
pussy. Then, turning and bending, she showed him her naked ass.
"Well?" She looked at him staring at her. "Which do you like better my pussy or my ass?"

Brett stared at her blonde pussy before staring at her naked ass when she turned to show him her
ass.
"As much as I love your blonde pussy, I love your ass. You have a phenomenal ass Evelyn. If I
could right now, I'd love to fuck your ass," he said.
"Have you had anal sex before?"
"No but, another thing on my bucket list, you make me want to have anal sex with you. I can
only imagine what it must feel like to penetrate you anally while humping you and while hanging
onto your big tits," he said.
They stopped talking while staring at one another.
"I'm horny too," said Evelyn reaching down to touch her honey pot with her index finger before
taking her finger to her mouth and sucking it as if she was sucking his cock. "It's too bad that
you're injured. I'll allow you to do me right now. If nothing else, this gives you a reason to get
better," she said taking his cock in her hand again and slowly and ever so delicately stroking him.
Brett stopped staring at Evelyn's exposed pussy and ass to stare at her bra.
"Now your bra. Show me your tits. I can't wait to see your tits," he said.
Just as she reached behind herself to unhook her bra, Erin knocked on the bathroom door.
"Are you two okay in there?" Erin opened the bathroom door to peek her head inside. "Nice
pussy Evelyn," she said laughing while staring at Evelyn's naked pussy.
"Evelyn was just about to show me her tits," said Brett.
"Really?" She looked from Brett to look at Evelyn. "May I see your tits too?" Erin sat on the
toilet to watch Evelyn remove her bra.
The center of attention, Evelyn reached around behind her, unhooked her bra, and slowly
removed the D size cups from the tits.
"Wow," said Brett. "Holy shit. You have beautiful boobs."
"Nice rack," said Erin.
Brett reached out his right hand to fill his palm with Evelyn's right breast while Erin reached up

her left hand to fill her left palm with Evelyn's left breasts. Feeling her breasts while fondling her
breasts, they fingered her nipples, before Erin leaned forward to suck Evelyn's nipple while
reaching down to finger her pussy. Evelyn closed her eyes while Erin masturbated her.
"Hey, what about me? This isn't about you, Erin," said Brett. "I need for Evelyn to give me a
shower so that I can get off my feet. I'm tired and I'm sore all over," he said.
"Later," said Erin giving Evelyn a long, wet kiss before leaving and closing the door behind her.
"C'mon," said Evelyn. "Let's get you showered."
Chapter 11
With Brett's mother, Isabella, on a cruise to Bermuda with her husband, Carter, she left Evelyn in
charge of their children, 19 year old almost 20 year old, Erin, and 18 year old, Brett. Obviously
at that age, able to care for themselves, they don't need adult supervision. Yet, at that age, with
all the trouble they could get into, especially with Erin so sexually wild and sometimes so out of
control partying, they certainly did need a babysitter. Besides, with Erin a bad influence on her
younger brother, it took Evelyn all the powers of persuasion she had to stop Brett from following
his sister to ruin.
Actually, with both of them basically good kids, adults now, everything would have been fine
and so much better for Evelyn, if Erin hadn't been intent on being the one in control, sexual and
otherwise, of Brett and not Evelyn. Pushing her limits and trying Evelyn's patience, obviously
she wanted to see how far she could go in her mother's absence. If only Erin knew that Evelyn
had a sexy, sexual secret. If only Erin knew that Evelyn was a closeted Dominatrix just biding
her time while to dominate her and the rest of her family. If only Erin knew that, one day soon,
Evelyn was waiting to corral her whole family into submission with discipline and punishment.
Not now and not ever, if only Erin knew that Evelyn would never relinquish control of anything
to Erin.
Frustratingly for Evelyn, thwarting her every move, Erin ran interference in the way of a
linebacker chasing after a running back when trying to make moves to run by her. With Evelyn
hoping to score a touchdown in retaking control of Isabella's children, and having to settle for a
field goal in hopes of winning back Brett, Erin was seemingly always there to block her bid to
reach the end zone. Fighting to assume control of her entire adopted family, 42 year old Evelyn
needed to regain not only her control over Erin and Brett again but also over the whole family
which included Isabella, their mother, and Carter, their father.
She needed to punish them all for being so bad. She needed to discipline them so that she could
control them. Just as she needed to strip Isabella naked in front of her husband and son, she

needed to strip Erin naked in front of her father and brother. Then, making them all submit to her
will, she needed to fuck them all with her strap on dildo that she called Devil. She only wished
she had a dark, dank dungeon. If she had a dungeon, she'd tie them all to the wall and leave them
there until they submitted their wills to her.
Today, Evelyn was scheduled to take Brett to see his doctor, pediatrician, Dr. Robin, for a
physical examination after being injured during football practice yesterday. Only, what stands
more in her way of taking Brett to the doctor is not his physical injuries but his sister's annoying
and continued interference in challenging Evelyn's influence and power over the family. When
she had been part of this family before she was even born, how dare she challenge her authority?
How dare she try and take control of this family from her when she's little more than a child,
albeit with the body of a porn star and the face of a model?
Wanting to take control of the situation and take control of her brother away from Evelyn's care
and responsibility, obviously both women have strong personalities. Only, Erin had no idea what
she was up against with Evelyn as an enemy rather than an ally. She had no idea that Evelyn was
a Dominatrix just wanting for her chance to assume total control of not just her brother but also
her, her mother, and her father. If only Erin knew that Evelyn would love to take her along and
make her a Dominatrix too.
If only Erin would mind her own business instead of causing dissension and creating a hostile
environment, there'd be no problem. If only Erin would relent and relinquish the control and
influence she thought she had over her family, things would go much smoother for Evelyn to
take control and show her domination. Had it not been for Erin's continued interference, Evelyn
would have been much further along in controlling, disciplining, and punishing the entire family.
She would have already pushed ahead with her sexual agenda that she had planned for Carter,
Isabella, Erin, and Brett. Had it not been for Erin interfering for the nearly past year, they all
would have been Evelyn's sexual slaves by now.
Evelyn knocked on Brett's bedroom door and listened while waiting for his response. Usually
with his music blasting, she never heard him being so quiet. With him an early riser, first to get
the coffee brewing and with it already half past 8 am, normally he'd be up by now. When no
response came, figuring that he was still sleeping when he needed to be up and dressed, she
opened his bedroom door.
She poked her head in his room before stepping inside. Unable to see him in the dark, he had his
blackout curtains drawn. Going from the brightly lit hall to his unlit bedroom, it took Evelyn a
minute for her eyes adjust to the darkness of his room. Finally seeing him still ensconced in bed
and curled in the fetal position as if he was dead, he looked as if he was cold. Hidden within a

cloud of white, with the sheet covering his body as if he was a corpse at the morgue, not moving,
he was buried beneath the sheet that was drawn up to nearly the top of his head. Hoping he was
still alive and breathing, in the way how a new mother checks on her newborn baby, she flicked
on his bedroom light before calling out to him.
"Brett? Brett, Honey," she said to awaken him. "Brett?" She asked again, this time with concern.
"Brett?" She said now with panic in her voice. "Are you awake? Brett!" She raised her voice
loud enough to awaken him.
Obviously too sore to put on a tee shirt, underwear, and/or pajama bottoms late last night, Evelyn
could tell from the outline of his form that he was naked beneath his sheet. Had he not been
injured, she would have used his nakedness to sexually tease and erotically entice him. Had he
not been injured, she would have taken it upon herself to embarrass him by giving him an
erection with her words and without so much as touching him. Perhaps she would have
deliberately flashed him an up nightgown peek of her naked pussy or a down nightgown view of
her naked breasts while making her flashes appear accidental.
Only, no need for Evelyn to flash him now, especially after that fiasco last night, he already saw
her naked when she stripped off her clothes to help him shower. With nothing sexual about
getting in the shower with him naked, it was her way to win back his control. Normally, not that
long ago, there would have been no way that he'd ever have Evelyn wash his naked body.
Normally, not that long ago, he'd never take a shower with Evelyn being naked too. Normally,
not that long ago, he would have been embarrassed to see any part of her naked body. Normally,
not that long ago, he would have averted his stare and not looked at her naked body but with him
under his sister's control, he was becoming just as sexually perverted as Erin was.
Too young to admit that he was tired, too proud to admit that he was hurting, and too stubborn to
ask for her help, she felt bad that he went to bed naked. She felt bad that she didn't help dress
him. After helping him shower, she should have helped him get dressed for bed last night too.
Yet, with him in a horny mood, he was too fresh with his hands.
Groping her, grabbing her, touching her, feeling her, and fondling her naked body, where he
should never grope, grab, touch, feel, and fondle her naked body, she was too tired for his
foolishness. She had punished, disciplined, and whipped better men for much less infractions and
now she couldn't wait to punish, discipline, and whip him. If he wasn't already injured on the
football field, she would have really hurt him in his bedroom last night.
Once he had healed from his wounds, she couldn't wait to get her hands on his naked body. Once
he had healed from his wounds, she couldn't wait to teach him the meaning of being physically,
emotionally, and sexually controlled by a Dominatrix. Too annoyed with him trying to control
her, the last thing she wanted was Brett trying to take control of her in the way that Erin was

trying to take control of her.
How dare they? Who in the Hell do they think they are? Barely adults, they're both just children
to her. They should be eating out of her hand and groveling at her feet instead of standing to look
her in the eye. Soon, once Brett is better and Isabella and Carter are home from their cruise to
Bermuda, with Evelyn taking control and in charge, everything will change around here. One
day soon, Erin will be begging her for mercy.
The last thing she wanted was for him to think that he had control over her in the way that his
sister thinks that now. When he couldn't dress himself, he should have stopped his nonsense of
groping her and asked her to help him put on a tee shirt, underwear, and a pajama bottom, his
usually bedtime attire. Trying her patience, Brett going to bed naked and cold was his own fault
for misbehaving and for not asking for her help. Always a good kid, he was never like this
before.
Erin is the one responsible for her brother's bad behavior. Erin is the one who prematurely gave
her brother incestuous sex. How dare she? Erin is the one who will ruin what Evelyn had planned
for years, unless she gets Erin back under control and gets her to submit her will to her, she
would lose Brett and possibly the whole family. With Erin the strong willed one, and with
everyone so enamored with her physical beauty, once Evelyn had Erin under the control the rest
of the family members would be easy.
With Evelyn the only normal one and the only one in control of her libido, it's as if this whole
house has gone mad with sex. They're all sex addicts. They're all addicted to sex. Something she
could use against all four of them, this family was ripe for the taking by a skilled and
experienced Dominatrix. Soon, they'd all be eating out of her hand and groveling at her feet.
Soon, they'd do whatever she asked them to sexually do. Soon, she'd be the one in control and
the one in charge.
Evelyn laughed with the thought that, as a Dominatrix, she was the only normal one in this
family in regards to sex. With Isabella and Carter out of control in their swinging lifestyle that
has now spanned twenty years, their ideas regarding sex weren't normal. Evelyn feared that Erin
would follow in her mother's footsteps with Brett close behind in emulating his father's sexual
appetite. With all of them wildly out of sexual control, Evelyn was eager to use their libidos to
shape them, mold them, and redefine them. Soon, Carter, Isabella, Erin, and Brett would be her
sexual slaves. Soon, she'd have her sexual way with them all.
Evelyn attributed Brett's recent bad, sexual behavior to Erin that began after she had incestuous
sex with him. How dare she ruin Evelyn's plans by having premature, incestuous sex with her
brother without Evelyn giving Erin her permission? Totally out of control, Erin had suddenly
turned into such a slutty bitch and was taking her brother down the road to Hell with her. The

way that Brett is now, so free with his hands and so willing to expose his cock to her whenever
she's alone with him, was all Erin's fault.
How dare Brett sexually disrespect her? He had never sexually disrespected her before. After
teaching him and training him to be respectful of women, everything was tossed out the window
as soon as he turned 18 years old and had sex with his sister. Now, Evelyn had to start her
training with him all over again.
Molding him and shaping him, Brett was her prized piece of her plan of perversion. Waiting for
him to turn 18 years old, he was her last piece of the bondage, discipline, and domination puzzle.
Now that Brett was old enough, Evelyn didn't have much time left to get both Brett and Erin
back under her emotional, physical, and sexual control before they found someone, fell in love,
and moved out of the house. With her having the looks, the body, and the bitchy disposition that
changed from being kind to mean, a perfect candidate, she wanted Erin to learn how to become a
Dominatrix.
Other than leering at her and trying to peep on her, what any normal 18 year old man would do
to a sexy woman, Brett was always polite and well behaved before falling under the incestuous,
sexual influence of his slutty sister. Erin on the other hand had the morals or lack thereof, of a
horny, perverted man. A double standard, Erin wouldn't have been judged for her sexual appetite
had she been born a man but she was born a woman in a man's world. With her need for sex,
where a man would be patted on the back for bedding so many women, she was deemed a slut
and a whore for having sex with so many men.
Yet, even by Evelyn's liberal, sexual standards, she questioned Erin's constant need for sexual
attention from the opposite sex. With Erin's lustful, sexual appetite, it wouldn't surprise her if she
was having sex with women too. Definitely and ultimately, it was Evelyn's sexual desire to have
sex with not only her best friend, Isabella, but also with Erin too, along with Carter and Brett.
Only, instead of giving it all away for free, she needed to teach Erin how to turn her God given
gifts into a lucrative business.
Before he was injured, Brett tried turning the tables on Evelyn. He had been making his feeble
attempt in trying to control her in the way his sister had been doing all along, as if he or she
could ever control Evelyn. With his testosterone hormones raging since the advent of his 18th
birthday, and with Erin flashing him her panties and tits, even giving him sex, he had suddenly
turned into a sex fiend. Now, whenever Evelyn wore her sexy nightgowns with nothing
underneath, he leered at her long and hard with wanton desire and sexual lust, something he
never dared do before. Even though he stared at her before, obviously not wanting her to know
that he was looking, he was more discreet about leering at her.

Now, he had gone overboard with his aggressive, unconstrained voyeurism. As if he had
Superman's X ray vision, he'd nearly burn a hole in Evelyn's nightgown where the impressions of
her nipples pushed against the thin, sheer material of her nightgown. As if he could see through
her nightgown and no doubt he could, he'd stare where the shadow of her patch of blonde pubic
hair could be seen through the thin material of her sheer nightgown whenever she stood in the
morning light. As much as he made her sexually uncomfortable, he made her sexually excited at
the same time. Even though he was her best friend's son, they didn't have an ordinary
relationship. With them living in the same house, they had more of an incestuous relationship. As
if he was her stepson, she was as close to him as he was to his mother.
Whenever she wore something sexy and/or was in the mood to flash him, Evelyn wanted him to
look at what he could see of her, of course, while he imagined he's seeing more of her sexy body
than he was. Yet, with her not wanting to give her sexuality away for free in the way that Erin
does, she needed to control his voyeurism by monitoring her exhibitionism. Now, as if he had
suddenly became perverted overnight and as if he was intent on raping her, his focused stare
made her feel more uncomfortable than it made her feel sexually aroused. Almost feeling as if he
wanted to force her to have sex and even rape her, she felt compelled to wear a robe over her
nightgown, something she'd never do.
Even though he had been making her nervous recently with his leers, words, and actions, Evelyn
wasn't afraid of him. When his own mother couldn't control him, if anyone could control him,
she could. Yet with her enjoying the attention of his focused stare nonetheless, as long as she
was safe from harm, Evelyn would rather sexually tease him, entice him, and sexually arouse
him. Erin was the one who let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, by having sex with her brother.
Now, it was up to Evelyn to round up the escaped animals and put them back in their cages until
she was ready to use them to suit herself.
Something he had never done before, now he barges in her bedroom without knocking,
obviously with the hopes of seeing her in her sexy bra and/or panty, topless, and/or even naked.
No doubt, he'd barge in the bathroom too while she was taking her bath or shower but she now
knows better to keep her bathroom door locked. If she had a lock on her bedroom, she'd lock that
door too but it would look oddly suspicious for her to install a lock on her bedroom door now.
Once recovered from his football injuries, making him as submissive as he used to be, she
planned on getting him back under her control.
Even though he was always the sexual voyeur, he was never such a little pervert before in the
way he is now. In the way he does now, he never invaded her privacy in the hopes of seeing
something he shouldn't see of her. It was all Erin's fault in the way her brother is now sexually
out of control. His sister had changed him from a good boy to a sex crazed animal. She had given
him the incestuous lust and the sexual desire of a man who not only craves sex but also who was

addicted to sex. Hidden deep within him, as if he was already addicted to sex, Erin encouraged
his sickness of always wanting to have sex by her having sex with him. With him walking
around with an eternal erection, she had changed him from kind and caring young man to a
masturbation machine.
Yet, then again, maybe it wasn't Erin who infected Brett with her sexual addiction affliction.
With Erin being such a slut and a whore, it was easy to blame her. Maybe their addiction to sex
was something they were both born with and inherited from their mother, Isabella, as well as
from their father, Carter. With the both of them longtime swingers, they were both sexually
insatiable too. Maybe she was too quick to blame Erin for Brett's seemingly outrageous libido
when she should be pointing her finger at his parents. No doubt something good for Evelyn to
know now that this entire family was addicted to sex, Evelyn would make use of that information
later.
Starting slowly, Evelyn was making good strides in taking sexual control of Brett by flashing
him bits and pieces of her sexy, shapely body. By allowing him to see up skirt peeks of her
panties, up nightgowns of her pussy, down blouse peeks of her cleavage and bra, and down
nightgown peeks of her tits, she had him eating out of her hand. Then Erin moved in to take back
the sexual control of her brother by allowing him to not only see her naked but also to have sex
with her naked body.
How dare she? What the Hell is wrong with her, the slut? Turning the tables on her, Evelyn had
to make some fast moves to regain the sexual hold she had on Brett. Only with Erin there at
every turn, making Evelyn's discipline and domination that more difficult and punishment
impossible, whatever she did, Erin undid. Obviously for her sexual plan of being the Dominatrix
to all four members of this family to work, she had to control Erin. Controlling Erin was the key.
With his whore of a sister a bad sexual influence on him, he changed dramatically ever since
Erin started nursing school and right after having incestuous sex with her. Instead of being a
caring, kind, loving women, nursing school turned her into a bigger slut than she was before she
started her nursing training. In the way that most men would have sex with any woman who had
hands, a mouth, a pussy, and an ass, Erin would literally have sex with any man, young or old,
handsome or homely, who had a hard cock. Seemingly not caring what he looked like, even if
that man was her brother, as long as he could get her to cum, she'd suck and fuck him in the way
she had already had sex with so very many men.
Commuting from the campus to home, needing her to stay away until she regained sexual control
over Brett, Evelyn wished Erin had elected to stay in a dorm room at school instead of sleeping
at home. She'd have a much easier time controlling Brett if she was alone with him without the
constant interference of his sister. Always a good kid before, he had changed for the worse now.
In the way that Erin controlled her father by tempting him with the thoughts of having forbidden
incestuous sex with her, she teased her brother the same way. Sexually teasing him, erotically

enticing him, and shamelessly flashing him bits and pieces of her shapely albeit forbidden body,
she had been doing the same sexual shenanigans to Brett, since he turned 18 years old, that she
had been doing to her father for years.
One time Erin sexually teased her father by flashing him her naked ass and pussy.
"Daddy? Can you help me? Can please you tie my shoe? My hands are full," said Erin holding
boxes to put in her closet. "I'm afraid I'll trip over my shoelace."
Happy to get down on one knee to leer up his daughter's short skirt and at her bikini panties,
what nearly 20 year old woman needs help tying her shoe? Obviously, needing something from
her father, perhaps use of the car, some extra spending money, or even that new pair of shoes,
she knew how to play him by sexually teasing him. Once her shoe was tied, she climbed the
stepstool to put her shoeboxes in her closet. Climbing higher up her shapely thighs, her short
skirt rose higher with her stretching and leaning forward, to reach the top shelf.
"Erin, honey," said her father while holding his daughter so that she didn't fall from the stepstool.
"I need to tell you something before you go out on your date."
Averting his gaze, Carter looked from his daughter's exposed, round, shapely behind to stare
between his daughter's open legs before looking up at her pretty face. Not only was much of her
naked ass exposed to her father but also her blonde, trimmed pussy was exposed to her father
too.
"Yes Daddy?" As if she was still Daddy's sweet, little girl, she looked so innocent. "What do you
need to tell me?"
Taking one last long look at Erin's exposed ass and pussy, as if to make sure that he was right
and not seeing things, he smiled up at his daughter while helping her down from the top of the
stepstool.
"I'm embarrassed to tell you this, Honey, and I want you to know not to be embarrassed because
I averted my gaze and didn't see anything but you forgot your panties," he said lying that he
didn't see anything.
Looking as shocked as she was no doubt sexually excited that she exposed her naked ass and
pussy to her father, she feigned her embarrassment.
"Oh, my God," said Erin not even turning red. "Thank you for noticing, I mean, thank you for

telling me, Daddy."
Another time, Erin flashed her father her naked body by deliberately dropping her towel at the
right moment.
"Daddy? Can you help me? Ow, it hurts. My hair is caught in my chain," said Erin coming out of
the bathroom wearing only a towel.
Whenever she knew her mother, brother, and Evelyn weren't around to comment on her
inappropriate behavior, Erin sexually played her father.
"I'd be happy to help honey," said her father while standing behind his daughter and peering
down and inside of her towel at her big tits.
She arranged the front of her towel to give her father the best down towel view. As if she was
wearing a low cut top instead of a towel, Erin made sure that the top of her towel was bloused
forward to give her father an even better view of her big breasts. Not only could he see the size
and shape of her breast but also he could clearly see her areolas and nipples. Then, as if her
father willed her towel to drop or as if her father was the pizza delivery man being flashed, Erin's
towel fell to her feet. As if her towel was a flag that waved away the end of her morals, Erin
deliberately exposed her naked body to her father.
"Oops," said Erin feebly reaching for her falling towel too late as soon as she lifted her hands to
move her hair out of the way for her father to free herself from her chain. "Oh, my God," she said
feigning her embarrassment while putting her hands to her face instead of covering her
nakedness with her hands and forearms. "Don't look at my naked body, Daddy. Don't look at my
ass, my pussy, and my tits. I'm so embarrassed, Daddy. I'm so embarrassed."
Obviously enjoying the sudden, naked flashing show of his daughter's hot body, Carter stared,
and leered at his daughter's naked body.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before," said Erin's father ogling her naked ass before stepping in
front of her to ogle her naked tits and pussy.
Returning the favor of exposing her naked body to her father, she walked in on her father
changing to ogle his exposed cock and testicles.

"Oops. Sorry Daddy."
Not making a move to cover his nakedness, totally exposed in front of Erin, Carter stood before
his daughter naked.
"Erin," he said breathlessly as if he was imagining having sex with her.
With him obviously and immediately sexually excited, he stared at his daughter staring at him.
"Sorry Daddy. I didn't know you were in here changing into your bathing suit. Don't mind me,
Daddy. I'm just looking for my lipstick that Mom borrowed from me," said Erin staring at her
father's naked cock that suddenly grew erect. "Oh, my God, Daddy."
Ready to protect her, Carter looked at his daughter as if she had just seen a spider.
"What? What is it baby girl? Is it a spider? Did you see a spider?"
She stared down at her father's engorged prick.
"Did I do that to you?"
Obviously knowing what she meant, he looked to where she was looking before asking his
question.
"Do what?"
Erin stared at her father's erect prick as if she had never seen an erect prick before when she had
seen dozens of erect pricks if not hundreds of erect pricks. He looked up at her to watch her
staring at his hardening prick.
"Your thing."
Almost reaching out to touch it and, no doubt, he wished she would touch it, hold it, and stroke it
before sucking it and fucking it, she pointed at his cock.
"What thing?"
Continuing to sexually tease her father, and now with her father playing along with her, she
deliberately flipped her head to toss back her long, blonde, lush hair before running a slow
tongue across her red, full lips.

"You have a huge erection Daddy," she said.
He looked down at where she was staring before feigning his embarrassment.
"Oh, my God. I'm so embarrassed Erin," he said reluctantly covering his erection with his hand.
"So concerned about protecting you from a spider, I forgot that I was standing her naked."
As if she was offended when she wasn't, Erin left her father's bedroom in a huff and slammed the
door behind her. She stood outside her father's bedroom listening at his bedroom door.
Obviously knowing that he would, she could hear her father masturbating the incestuous lust that
he had for his daughter after exposing his erect penis to her.
Obviously knowing that he would, she listened to her father stroking his stiff prick while, no
doubt, he was thinking of having sex with her. Probably, while jerking off, he was thinking of
her sucking his cock. No doubt, he was probably thinking of her fucking his cock. Being the bad
woman that she is, she waited and timed her next, planned move to burst open his bedroom door
without knocking at the precise moment of ejaculation.
'Five, four, three, two...'
"Sorry, Daddy but I forgot the lipstick," she said staring at her father's prick. "Oh, my God.
Daddy!"
As soon as she opened her father's bedroom door, he ejaculated a big glob of cum all over the
bed.
"Oh, my God. Erin! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," he said.
Seemingly he was as embarrassed and ashamed as he was sexually excited. He stared at her
staring at his prick shooting out cum and dripping on the carpet.
"Eww! Daddy! Gross. That's so gross. I can't believe you masturbated," she said staring at her
father holding his erect, leaking cock in his hand. "Oh, my God! Where you thinking of me
touching you, stroking you, sucking you, and fucking you while you masturbated yourself?"
Now obviously embarrassed that not only did his daughter catch him masturbating but also she
knew that he was masturbating over her, he tried to deny that he was masturbating over her.
"No, Erin. No. I, um, was just horny and my horniness had nothing to do with you. I assure you,"
he said lying.

She continued staring at his cock before slamming shut the door while pretending that her she
accidentally happened upon him. Perhaps a totally coincidence but uncommonly generous of her
father to so spoil his daughter, Erin received a new car for her 19th birthday.
Definitely Erin knew how to play the sex card but her mistake was giving too much away too
soon for free when she should be holding out for more. Bringing her brother to a boil too soon
and too fast, rushing things sexually, Erin was too young and too sexually inexperienced to know
the emotional damage that she was causing her brother. With one misstep, she could ruin the
future relationships he would have with women for life. With one misstep, she could ruin his
perception of women and alter his treatment of women for good. She could change him from the
passive man that he is to the aggressive man that she preferred and wanted her brother to be.
In the way that Erin liked rough sex and enjoyed men taking sexual control of her, even slapping
her around, that was not the sexual lifestyle that Evelyn envisioned for Brett or for Erin. Instead
of molding Brett into a loving and generous lover, Erin was molding him into a selfish, piggish
brute. Instead of Erin teaching Brett to sexually pleasure women first, willing to give him what
he wanted, she was showing him that he didn't have to sexually pleasure them at all. Instead of
Erin teaching Brett to think of women as the weaker sex, oddly enough with her being such a
total bitch, she was teaching him to think of women as conniving bitches. She was showing Brett
a side of women that Evelyn would rather Brett not see. Moreover, instead of Erin holding back
her sexual charms to get all that she wanted and needed from men, she was freely and willingly
giving them away.
Even more than that, Erin was proving to her brother that, indeed, women are the stronger sex. In
a household of two men and three women, there wasn't enough room for another strong woman.
Evelyn had already worked hard to assume that role and Erin, trying to take control away by
regaining control of her family, was thereby challenging her authority at every step. Now it was
up to Evelyn to put Erin in her place.
Obviously by Erin's premature, salacious, and incestuously sexual actions towards her brother in
having sex with him, she was too young to even understand how to play the game never mind
master the game of sexual control and domination. Ready and willing to play all of her cards by
impulsively giving her brother incestuous sex, she needed to learn how to hold some cards back
and to learn how to coyly bluff, sexually tease, and erotically entice. Keeping her cards close to
her breasts while showing lots of cleavage and while acting modestly moral, is how women learn
to play the game of control and domination.
Yet, with Isabella seldom around to teach her daughter the basics of how women should slowly
seduce men, she couldn't totally blame Erin for grasping at some modicum of control for her to

give more perspective and definition to her life. Sexually teasing, flirting, and enticing men until
driving them mad with lustful desire to give a woman whatever she wants, while still continuing
to dangle the carrot of sex over him, is how it's done and how the game is played. She played the
game correctly with her father but ruined the game by giving her brother incestuous sex. By Erin
giving sex away for free to every many she met, she was ruining the game for all women.
As far as Evelyn was concerned, there was more fun in the foreplay than there ever was in the
actual sex. Sexually teasing, erotically enticing, and controlling and dominating the foreplay was
her dominion. Foreplay is how she ruled the roost and how she planned to control this household
of future sex slaves. With foreplay not only the appetizer but also the main meal and the desert,
sex was the last thing she wanted to give any of them. Sex is what she needed to hold back to
control them all. Just the promise and the hint of sex is what would make them all obey.
Erin was being bad, very bad, and she needed to be taught a lesson. Stripped naked and tied to a
rack, instead of feeling as if she was in control, she needed to be made to feel vulnerable,
helpless, and small. She needed for Evelyn to spank her shapely ass very hard with her
oversized, wooden paddle in front of everyone. She needed for Erin to submit to her will so that
she could eventually fuck her anally with her strap on dildo. Fucking Erin and even Isabella with
her strap on dildo will be easy by fucking them first in their pussies before fucking them both
anally. The real challenge would be fucking Carter and Brett anally with her strap on dildo.
They'd resist at first, of course, especially when they saw the size of Devil, her strap on dildo, but
she needed to do that to show them that she not only dominated them but also that she was in
complete control of them.
Needing to be taught, Erin needed to learn that once she has sex with a man, she had fewer
bullets left in her gun to control him from attacking her and running over her. In the way that a
lion tamer tames a lion or any wild beast with just his voice and the snap of his whip, she needed
to teach Erin how to train men to behave when with a woman. She needed to teach Erin how to
train men to act when in the presence of a controlling and domineering woman. She needed to
teach Erin how to train men to behave when in the presence of a Dominatrix, which was what
Evelyn was. It had taken her years to become what she'd wanted to train Erin to be.
Erin needed to understand that once she had sex with a man, she had already lost control of him.
She needed to understand that after a man had free sex with her, he'd already be thinking of
having free sex with someone else. Moreover, while plotting, planning, and thinking of having
free sex with someone else, he'd be wishing he could find the ideal woman. He'd be wishing that
he could find the one woman who knew him well enough for him to trust her to give him what he
needed and to sexually control him.

If she was doing anything, by her acting like such an entitled, little bitch, instead of making men
want her, she was turning men against her and against all women who they perceived were like
her. She had already shown her father, her brother, and God knows who else, the kind of woman
that men don't want and would never want. Erin was an immature, selfish, self centered,
conniving, little bitch. It just amazed Evelyn how she could become such a cunt before her 20th
birthday.
What suddenly happened to her to make her that way when she was so nice growing up as a girl
before developing these bad habits as a woman? Holding nothing back, instead of playing the
hand she was dealt with sexually teasing, erotically enticing, and extending foreplay, she
prematurely played her hand by putting out and giving men free sex. Even then, instead of being
loving and caring when being so sexual, paradoxically, as if she hated men but needed men, she
played her sex cards with anger and hostility instead of love and kindness. If she wanted men to
want her and do whatever she wanted them to do, she needed to be nicer to them instead of being
meaner. She needed to be as quick to use her brain as she was to use her body. She needed to be
the new breed of Dominatrix, the kind that men never see coming until it's too late.
After Erin prematurely gave her brother sex, a real disaster for any Dominatrix in training or any
woman, Evelyn had to clean up her mess by making herself more sexually responsive and
available to Brett. It was up to Evelyn to step in to regain control of Brett after she had been
grooming him since he turned 18 years old. Only unbeknownst to Erin, a partner in crime,
Evelyn had hoped to mold her into being a Dominatrix for her to assume more of a
sadomasochistic role.
Erin was certainly pretty enough, sexy enough, shapely enough, and bitchy enough to assume the
role as Dominatrix and to control any man. They could have a lucrative online business of giving
men what they wanted and when they wanted it. Only, something she couldn't tell Erin yet, she
needed to trust her first before she'd dare confide her erotic secrets to her and her sexual plans for
her. She first needed Erin to stop acting like a spoiled child. She needed Erin to stop treating her
as her enemy instead of as her friend and sexual mentor. She needed to stop Erin from giving it
all away.
Erin had already shown her natural instincts and talents for assuming that domineering,
Dominatrix role. Yet with her so young and immature, in the way that some young men
sometimes prematurely ejaculate when overly sexually excited, Erin was too quick on the trigger
to submit to Brett or to any man's sexual will. Had she dangled her sexy body in front of him
longer and had she not relented by giving him sex, Erin would have maintained more control
over her brother. Instead of having to fight Evelyn for control of her brother in the way she was
doing now, had she not given Brett sex, she would had all the control over him that she needed.

But no. She was in a hurry to push Evelyn off the throne. Now, Evelyn will soon have the upper
hand of not only her but also her brother, mother, and father. Soon, Evelyn will train her to be
the Dominatrix that she wanted her and needed her to be. After denying controlled sex with
every member of this family, soon Evelyn will routinely have had controlled sex with every
member of this family. With them never seeing her coming, disciplining, punishing, and
dominating them, soon Evelyn will regain her control and will be in charge.
Besides, more than just sex, with Isabella already relinquishing a position of power, influence,
control, and dominance over Carter and their children, Evelyn had other sexually diabolical plans
for this family. After already having had spent years winning their trust with kindness, help, and
understanding, she was on the verge of molding Erin and Brett to be her sexual puppets. She
needed them all to do her sexual bidding without question. She was nearly at that verge of that
pinnacle of power, influence, and control until Erin stepped in, resisted her, and tried to wrestle
control away from Evelyn. With her stubborn and strong willed, Erin had other ideas. Now with
Brett injured, Evelyn's sexual plans were on hold until Brett sufficiently recovered to resume his
role as pawn in Evelyn's game of sexual chess.
Erin wanted to take the control of her brother and her father away from Evelyn. She could try but
with her doing nothing more than aggravating Evelyn, there was no way that Erin could take
control of her father and her brother. Her taking control from Evelyn and ruining her hard work
and plans, would never happen. Easy to do with Erin, with her being so transparently conniving,
all Evelyn had to do was to whisper the truth about Erin in Isabella's and Carter's ears to destroy
her credibility with the family. With Isabella and Carter traveling so much, this family was all
about trust and if her parents felt that they couldn't trust Erin than they'd never listen to her. With
Evelyn ruling the roost, after catching Erin in lies that were viciously orchestrated by Evelyn,
they'd never take Erin's advice on anything.
Obviously, busy with other things on her mind, once the children turned 18 years old, Isabella's
family took a backseat to her business ventures and to her swinging lifestyle. Ready to step in
and take charge, easy pickings, it wouldn't take much for Evelyn to assume the matriarchal role
of this family. She just needed to put Erin in her place and keep her there. Then, she needed to
regain control of Brett which shouldn't be very difficult being that he was already sexually
attracted to her and infatuated with her.
In the way that Erin needed to control men with her sexy, shapely body, Evelyn had the maturity
to control men not only with her sexy, shapely body but also with her words and with her mind.
A woman of superior intelligence and natural beauty, no man or woman could resist her sexually
controlling them. Yet blocking her at every turn of Evelyn from gaining total control of this
family was Erin. Too young to appreciate the subtleties of domination, a skill that would take

Erin years to learn and longer to master, she was doing her best to ruin her brother by already
giving him sex. Erin was too impatient to reap the rewards of having sex. Seemingly, it was as if
learning to play the game correctly was too difficult for her. Instead of taking her time to master
the control that she inherently had over men with her beautiful face and beautiful body to match,
she had rushed everything for the sake of having sex now instead of saving that as a much
deserved reward later.
As if Brett were a puppy and a young man with a clean slate, giving him love and kindness that
was peppered with discipline, punishment, and total domination, Evelyn wanted to train him her
way. Carter, Brett and Erin's father, was easy to control. With him already pussy whipped in
shape by Isabella, just as Isabella was ripe to do her sexual bidding, Carter was ripe to do her
sexual bidding too. With Carter a voyeur and exhibitionist, Isabella knew what her husband liked
and wanted. In full view of his neighbor, he enjoyed watching his Asian, next door, neighbor
Christine masturbate herself while Isabella sucked his cock by the big window in their bedroom
with the lights on and the shades open. As if Evelyn was already his Dominatrix, not worried
about controlling Carter, with him already sexually wanting her and eating out of her hand, she
could command complete control over him any time she wanted.
With Isabella and Carter gone on a cruise to Bermuda and not here to intercede on behalf of Brett
after he was injured during football practice yesterday, and having to deal with the school nurse,
yesterday had been a long day. With her taking him to see his family doctor with the
appointment that Isabella made from Miami before boarding the cruise ship, today promised to
be another long day. Besides, making matters even more difficult, interceding on his behalf as if
she was his legal guardian, Erin was there to interfere with whatever decision Evelyn made about
anything in regards to her brother, especially those decisions that concerned Brett and not her.
Always interjecting herself, she never minded her own business. Especially when her mother
wasn't around, she believed that she ruled the roost. Just because she had her father and brother
wrapped around her finger doesn't mean that she controlled her too.
Chapter 12
With Brett sleeping on his side and facing away from her, Evelyn couldn't tell if he was sleeping
or pretending to be asleep. Unable to tell if he was breathing, he looked dead. Fearing he had a
concussion and died in his sleep from his injuries, just as she was about to walk over to him to
shake him awake, instead of answering her, he startled her when he suddenly moved.
"Brett, you startled me. I thought you were dead for a minute," she said.
As if he was a zombie coming back from the dead and returning to life, he scared her with his
slow albeit sudden movement. As if he was a vampire ready to bite her neck and suck out her
blood before stripping her naked and having sex with her, she was frightened. As if he was a

dead body at the morgue rolling from his side, he rolled over on his back and kicked down his
sheet to expose his naked body to her. She needed to stop watching scary movies before she went
to bed at night.
Knowing that exposing himself to her was what he wanted to do in his feeble attempt to control
her by flashing her his cock, she played along with him by staring at his prick before making eye
contact with him. Something he no doubt only sexually fantasized of doing and would never dare
do before, because of frigging Erin, he routinely exposed himself to her now. He was always
flashing her his cock. Moreover, he was always trying to peep on her too. Erin had changed her
brother from a nice 18 year old boy to a pig of a man. If he was so perversely perverted now, she
couldn't imagine what he'd be when he was 30 years old and 40 years old.
Yet, this time, there was something amiss. This time there was something wrong and something
not right. Missing from the scene, something that's always present in the room of an 18 year old
young man, the obvious elephant in the room wasn't there. Normally, before being injured on the
football field, with him a typical, horny, 18 year old teenager, he always has an erection,
especially at this hour of the morning. This time, however, he didn't have his giant, hardwood log
of morning wood. After he suffered a serious injury to his groin area in football practice, she
didn't have to be a doctor to suspect and to diagnose that Brett not having an erection was not
only odd but also wasn't a good thing.
All men, young and old have morning wood. All young men always have an erection. Unless
they were out drinking and partying the night before and having sexy fun with women,
seemingly, the morning was the horniest time for men. The morning is when the sexual fantasies
that had during the night encouraged them to masturbate themselves. Especially with him
flashing her his flaccid prick, she would have thought that he'd be sexually aroused with her
staring at his prick in the way she knew he wanted her to stare at his prick. Even if he didn't have
an erection before, with her staring at his flaccid cock, he should have an erection now. Yet,
instead of staring at his limp cock as a sexual object, with him so badly bruised and obviously
injured, she stared at his bruised thighs and his naked cock and testicles with concern for his
health before looking up at his face.
"I'm awake Evelyn. I'm awake," he said yawning and stretching before wiping the sleep from his
eyes with his hands.
She suspected that the act of stretching would cause him to have an erection. Any bodily
movement of an 18 year old, testosterone filled, naked, young man was cause for an erection,
especially when there was a tall, beautiful, busty, blue eyed blonde in the room staring at his
cock. The fact that he didn't have an erection was a serious clue that there was something
physically and terribly wrong with him. The fact that Brett didn't have an erection worried her.

After accustomed to having sex with men her age, men who don't take care of themselves
physically, and men who have pot bellies from eating and drinking too much, Evelyn felt herself
getting wet between her thighs from seeing Brett's young, beautiful, hard, muscular, naked body.
Even if his cock wasn't big, hard, and fully erect, as if she was a painter and he was her model
with both of them ready to paint a nude scene, he was so beautiful to look at and to ogle. He
wasn't the only sexual and horny one in the room. With her at the height of her sexuality, she was
just as sexual and horny now at 42 years old as any 18 year old man of a boy would be at this
early hour of the morning. Besides, Evelyn loved cock. She loved stroking pricks as much as she
loved sucking and fucking pricks.
In his defense of disrespecting her by flashing her and by continuing to flash her, with her seeing
him naked when helping him shower last night, obviously he just assumed that it was okay to
flash her his naked body this morning. When helping him shower last night, they were both
naked and standing facing one another in the small shower stall. With them so close to one
another, she wasn't getting the view of his naked body in the way she was getting now with him
lying on his back beneath the bright, bedroom light. Yet, more than just seeing him naked, with
his overhead, bedroom light better illuminating his injuries, she could more clearly see the
seriousness of his wounds from playing football on the practice field. She gave one, last, long
look at his cock and bruised thighs before turning to leave his room.
"Get dressed Brett," she said. "Your mother just called me. She wanted to remind me that she
made a doctor's appointment yesterday for you today. She wants to make sure you're okay. Get a
move on. Get dressed," said Evelyn looking at her watch. "We have to be health center by ten."
Brett sat up in bed, yawned, stretched and wiped the sleep from his eyes again. As if he was an
elderly man with arthritis instead of a young and otherwise healthy 18 year old, he slowly moved
his legs from the bed to put his feet on the floor. Seemingly old before his time, with him the
quarterback of a losing high school, football team that lacked a solid defense to protect him, as if
he had a bullseye on his chest, he was a fair game target. Hit, sacked, hurried, and rushed more
than his defensive line blocked their opponents, already having suffered sprains, broken bones,
and concussions, this injury was from his own teammate during practice. This injury, as
debilitating as it seemed to be, could prematurely end his football career. There goes his hope for
a college, football scholarship to a top, ten school.
"Geez, I'm so stiff. I'm so sore," he said trying to bend and flex his leg. "I felt better last night
when taking a hot shower with you, Evelyn." Brett gave Evelyn a leer that was no doubt
influenced by seeing Erin naked before having sex with his sexy sister. Undressing her with his
eyes, he looked at Evelyn as if she was still naked. "That was the best shower of my life," he said
with a dirty laugh.
Slowly standing, he erected his 6'3" frame while leaning on furniture to help him walk to the

athroom. As if he was a toddler who had just learned to walk, he took one slow and steady step
at a time. A good looking kid with bright, blue eyes, and an engaging smile, he had blonde,
Robert Redford, thick hair that was two shades darker than his sister's blonde hair. He looked
like the typical, poster boy image of what a high school or college quarterback should look like.
"Let me help you, Brett," said Evelyn.
She rushed to his side.
"No, I'm good," said Brett waving her off with his hand. "I can do it. Gees, I don't need you to
help me go to the bathroom," he said with embarrassment, with attitude, and with an edge to his
voice.
Only, just as it was obvious that he was hurting, it was obvious that he needed her help. It was
obvious that he was in pain. She watched him gingerly walk as if he was 78 year old man near
the end of his life instead of an 18 years old teenager at the start of his life.
The pounding his young body had already taken a physical and emotional toll on him. With his
defensive line unable to hold the line to protect him, it was time he quit football. He may not
have a choice in the matter. The doctor may take that decision out of his hands by not approving
him medically and fit enough to return to get hit, battered, and bruised again.
With this hit his last hit, if he tried to return to football, the next hit could be his last hit. With all
of the concussions he had already suffered, the next blow to the head could be a fatal blow. After
receiving this debilitating injury, he may never play competitive football again anyway. His brief
football career that already spanned 10 years from playing Pop Warner football to playing
football in junior high and now starting first string, high school varsity football is over. Only, try
telling him that, the star quarterback who hoped to win a football scholarship to play at a top ten,
college.
He was so competitive. He was always so hard on himself. A hard worker, he'd never quit. He'd
never admit defeat. He worked harder than any member on the team. Arriving early and leaving
late, he never missed a practice. Only, if he was this battered and bruised now, he'd never survive
four years of playing college level football, never mind playing even more competitive,
professional football. Just as it was one thing to go from high school football to college football,
it was quite another thing to go from college football to professional football.
"Go slow Brett. One step at a time," said Evelyn. "I'll get the door for you," she said opening his
bathroom door for him.
Never thinking that Isabella needed a house that had five bedrooms and five and a half

athrooms, Evelyn was glad now that each bedroom had its own attached bathroom. She was
glad that Brett didn't have to walk out in the hall to use the guest bathroom or, when downstairs,
climb the stairs to use the upstairs bathroom when there were two bathrooms downstairs.
Giving him some privacy, Evelyn pulled the bathroom door closed behind him once Brett was
standing in front of the toilet but, leaving it ajar, she wanted to hear him over the bathroom fan
should he need help. She could hear him groaning in pain while trying to pee. Expecting to hear
a steady, forceful stream of urine, she heard a low trickle instead. Then, hearing his voice, she
didn't know if he was talking to her or to himself.
"Now with the medication no longer masking the pain, I'm afraid there could be something much
worse than just bruising," he said talking more to himself than he was to her while staring down
at his limp dick and bruised thighs. "Fuck," he said.
Evelyn walked closer to the bathroom door to better see and hear him.
"Brett? Are you okay? What do you mean you think there could be something much worse than
bruising?" Unable to help herself, she stared at his tight, perfect ass.
Suddenly she had a sexual fantasy of him on top of her fucking her while she reached around
him to feel and squeeze his beautiful, firm, round ass. She couldn't help herself from thinking
about slapping his round ass and spanking his naked ass before kissing his firm ass and licking
his hot ass. She'd love to feel and squeeze his perfect ass while he was between her legs with his
cock buried deep inside of her.
A long time sexual fantasy coming, she was glad that he was finally of legal age. Only, now,
delaying her plans of not just seducing him but also sexually controlling him, Brett was seriously
injured and obviously too injured to have sex. Obviously he was already in too much pain for
Evelyn to play her sexy games of discipline, punishment, and domination. Seemingly just when
the party was set to start, it was over. With her already having the outfit, the whip, and the sexual
toys hidden in her closet, she couldn't wait to dress as a Dominatrix. Unfortunately, all of that
sexy fun would have to wait until Brett fully recovered from his injuries.
Still holding his cock over the open toilet, he turned his head to look at her.
"It hurts to pee," he said as if he was about to cry. "It stings. I feel as if there's more pee but it's
not coming out," he said with concern. "I'll try again later."
As if she was his mother instead of her mother's best friend, she looked at Brett with fright.
Hoping none of his injuries were permanent or debilitating, she worried that his injuries were
more serious than just bruising. She wondered if there was internal bleeding or an injury to his

liver or to his kidney. Football is too dangerous for someone so young to play when they not
even fully developed yet.
"Don't force it Brett. If you're unable to go, I'm sure the doctor will give you something for that,"
said Evelyn with motherly concern. "Don't worry. It's nothing that time won't heal."
Turning carefully, Brett turned to leave the bathroom. Taking one, slow, careful step at a time, he
walked carefully.
"I hurt all over. This feels bad, really bad Evelyn. This feels different than any of my other
football injuries. As if there's something seriously wrong inside, I'm afraid. I wonder if I
fractured my leg, both legs," he said reaching down to gently massage his legs before trying to
pee again in the toilet. "I hope that's all it is. I hope that's it and nothing more than a broken or
fractured bone."
She watched him standing outside of the bathroom while he stared down at his injured penis.
"Don't worry Brett. It's probably nothing more than a bad sprain," said Evelyn through the
bathroom door. "You'll be alright."
As if trying to read her to see if she was telling the truth of just lying to assure him, he looked at
Evelyn looking at him. Only, every time she saw his prick whether flaccid or hard, she could feel
her nipples erecting.
"I don't know. I don't have an erection. I always have an erection, especially the first thing in the
morning," he said with sadness.
Attempting to awaken his limp dick, he reached down and wrapped his hand around his sleeping
prick. As if he was an elderly man instead of a young, fit man, he let go of his soft cock to walk
out of the bathroom while grabbing hold of the wall as he walked. As slowly as he walked to the
bathroom, he emerged from the bathroom to get dressed. Then, seemingly concerned more with
his penis than he was with Evelyn, he reached down and started fondling his cock again. He
looked up at her with a pained expression. Then, as if inviting her to touch him, stroke him, or
even suck him, he stared at her while stroking himself harder and faster. Evelyn rolled her eyes
and sighed.
"If that will make you feel better to masturbate yourself, Brett, don't let me stop you," said
Evelyn. "Go right ahead and jerk yourself off," she said becoming sexually excited while
watching him playing with himself.
If he starting cumming, she'd be tempted to put her mouth on his prick. If he was ready to cum,

she'd allow him to cum in her mouth. Wanting to offer him her hand and/or her mouth, if he was
healthier, she'd offer him her hand before offering him her mouth and before submitting her
pussy to him. Knowing him, if he was feeling better, once she started masturbating him, he'd
want to make use of her mouth and/or her pussy too. Besides, not wanting to hurt him any more
than he was already injured, she'd rather have the doctor examine him first. Besides, instead of
offering him sex, she'd rather play her sexy games of discipline, punishment, and domination
with him.
"I hope you're right but this feels much worse than just a bad sprain," said Brett.
Evelyn watched him playing with himself for a few seconds before looking at her watch and
scolding him. He was making her hot. He was making her horny. She had better things to do than
to watch Brett masturbate himself.
"Brett, there's not time for that now. Masturbate yourself later and in privacy," said Evelyn with
a laugh. "I need to get you to the doctor."
Brett looked up at her with disappointment. No doubt, if Erin was in the room with him, she'd
masturbate her brother. She'd probably suck her brother after fucking her brother but he was in
no condition to have sex, not even by his own hand. Unable to give himself an erection, he
stopped touching himself. As if he was a naked model standing in an artist's studio instead of an
injured young man standing in his bedroom, he turned to face Evelyn. Obviously with him afraid
to bend or to move, he looked as if he was posing when instead he was just so stiff and so sore.
"Okay, okay, but I wasn't masturbating," he said. "I was just checking to see if I could
masturbate. I was just checking to see if everything is working. I was just trying to see if I could
give myself an erection. I'm worried about not having an erection. I always have an erection. I
don't understand."
Looking at her defeated as if he had just lost a big football game, he looked from his cock to look
at her with a pained expression while still stroking himself.
"Well, what's your prognosis?" Evelyn looked from him before looking down at his cock and
back up at him before asking him her next question. "Do you think you can you masturbate
yourself? Do you think if you had the time, you could give yourself an erection?"
He looked at her and shrugged.
"I don't know. I don't think so," he said. "I don't have an erection. I don't even have that sexually
horny feeling I get when touching myself. Normally at this hour of the morning, I'd have a huge
boner," he said with disappointment and dejection. "He looked up at her with sad eyes. I always

have an erection, especially the first thing in the morning," he said again. He looked at her as if
was about to cry. "What if my penis is broken?"
Broken? She looked at him ready to laugh before looking at him with horror. His penis can't be
broken, can it? Is there such a thing as a broken penis? Even if penises can break and if it is
broken, surely, doctors can fix a broken penis. Right? They just stick something in there, a steel
rod and put a splint around it or something like that to fix it as good as new. Right? She just
hoped that a broken penis wasn't like a broken heart or a damaged brain, the two organs that
doctors couldn't fix.
Actually, other than when Lorena Bobbit cut off her husband's penis, she had never heard of a
man having a broken penis. There're no bones in there to break, are there? They do call men's
erections boners and an erect cock feels as hard as if there is a bone in there, but judging by
Brett's limp dick, there was definitely no hard bones in there.
"Don't worry. I'm sure it's temporary," she said trying not to show her fear that he had suffered a
serious injury. "The body has a way of going in shock to heal itself and to protect itself from
further injury. I'm sure that's all it is. We'll be seeing the doctor today. Okay? Let me help you
get dressed," she said.
He looked at her as if he was a rebellious child who no longer needed the help of his mother to
dress himself.
"No, I'm good. Jesus, I'm not a baby. I can dress myself, Evelyn," he said. "God Evelyn. Thank
you, but no."
Evelyn turned to leave his room.
"Call me if you need my help," she said before closing his bedroom door.
Evelyn walked down the hall with a troubled look. A broken penis? Could he have a broken
penis? Is there such a thing as a broken penis? Obviously he peed but not very much and with
great difficulty and discomfort. Moreover, something he always had, he didn't have an erection.
She was worried that his injuries may be more severe than first thought.
'Now I wish Isabella was here,' she thought to herself.
Always putting herself in the middle of things, Erin called out as Evelyn walked by the kitchen
on her way to her bedroom to get dressed.

"I overheard you say that you're taking Brett to the doctor this morning," said Erin curling her
long, blonde hair with her finger, something she always did when talking to Evelyn. A nervous
habit, obviously Evelyn intimidated her.
As if she was the family spy and the household gossiper, and she was, she was always listening
to everything anyone said, especially to whatever Evelyn said. Seemingly she didn't have a life
of her own. Seemingly her life was everyone else's business. Involved with everyone's personal
business, she needed to mind her own business. What twenty year old woman would rather stay
home to be embroiled in her family's business than to go out and explore the world?
When Evelyn's was Erin's age, she was never home. Having left home at 17 years old to live
with her girlfriend, the last place she wanted to be was to be at home with her family. She'd
much rather see and experience the world. She'd much rather be out with her friends. Only, some
friends they were. They all abandoned her for some man, to get married, and to have children.
She was the only one who didn't fall for that trap.
Sure, she had some regrets about not having a child but she was happy living her life the way she
wanted to live her life without having some man telling her what to do. She was free from
weighty obligations. She didn't have to wait hand and foot on some man while taking care of a
brood of snot nosed, spoiled kids. She was free to take care of herself in the way that a man
would never take care of her.
With both of them strong women, women who knew how to play men, they vied for control of
the men in the family. Carter, Erin's father and Brett, Erin's brother, were wrapped as tightly
around her little finger as Brett and Carter were wrapped around Evelyn's little finger. Only, Erin
wouldn't be happy until she had both men to herself. She wouldn't be happy until she was in
control of both men. She wouldn't be happy until Evelyn was out of the picture. Conversely,
Evelyn wouldn't be happy until not only Carter and Brett were under her control but also Erin
and her mother, Isabella, were under her control too.
Obviously jealous of one another, unless they were thinking about having sex with one another,
they had a love/hate relationship, more hate than love at times. Erin didn't appreciate Evelyn
usurping her authority. As far as Erin was concerned in regards to Evelyn, who the Hell does she
think she is? She wasn't even family. She was her mother's best friend and business partner. How
dare she boss her around? She wasn't her mother.
Seemingly as soon as Erin turned 18 years old, she turned into a bitch. Who the Hell was she to
talk to Evelyn in such a disrespectful way? With her always getting involved with things she
didn't understand, Evelyn didn't appreciate Erin making everything her business. Having known
her since she was in diapers, as far as Evelyn was concerned, Erin was still just a child to her. As
if telling her to mind her own business, Evelyn shot Erin a look as if she was her mother and Erin

was her disobedient daughter who always overstepped her authority. Only with them never really
close, no doubt in Erin's eyes, Evelyn was more akin to being the evil stepmother.
"Yes. I'm taking Brett to the medical center for his doctor's appointment," said Evelyn
emphasizing the word 'I'm'. Your mother called me to remind me that she made the
appointment," she said this time emphasizing the word 'me' twice. "She asked if I could take
Brett to see his doctor," she said this time emphasizing the word 'I' again.
Knowing that Erin was going to want to take her brother to see his doctor without Evelyn there,
wanting to dissuade Erin from even asking the question, Evelyn couldn't be any clearer with
Isabella's instructions than she was. Too early in the morning for her nonsense, she didn't want to
get in an argument with her. Eager to flee Erin to get dressed, Evelyn had things to do before she
took Brett to see the doctor. The last thing she wanted was Erin trying to take control of the
situation and of her brother, when Evelyn needed to get Brett back under her control.
Especially at a time like this when she needed Isabella to rely on her, instead of on Erin, she
wanted to give Isabella all of the medical information and the details of her son's physical
examination. She didn't want Erin taking the spotlight of attention away from her when talking to
her mother about her brother. Especially now at a time like this with Brett injured, the last thing
Evelyn wanted was to relinquish the control she now had over Brett to his sister. Besides, she
wanted to use Brett's injury as her way of getting even closer to Isabella than she already was.
"I'm surprised he got an appointment so soon. I have to wait weeks to see my doctor," said Erin
delaying Evelyn's leave while emphasizing the word 'I'.
Evelyn stared at Erin who was already dressed and ready to go when she wasn't. Knowing her
well enough to almost read her mind, no doubt nothing more than an issue of control than of
helpfulness, Erin wanted to take her brother to the doctor instead of having Evelyn take him. Erin
wanted the credit for being the medical hero when Evelyn needed to score those Brownie points
in helping her to gain more control over her mother. With Erin always in argumentative combat
with her, Evelyn would much rather ignore her than engage her. More sexually experienced and
experienced in life than she was, Evelyn was smarter than she. Nonetheless, she had a sudden
vision of chasing Erin's car down the driveway with Erin having the stubborn, spiteful intent of
taking her brother to see his doctor without her.
Evelyn didn't want Erin to have any more control over her brother, over her mother, over her
father, and over her than she already had. She was such a diva and a devious, little bitch. With
her being Daddy's not so innocent, little girl, she already had her father's adoration along with his
incestuous lust.
In between a rock and a hard place, as much as he was sexually attracted to his daughter, Carter

was sexually attracted to Evelyn too. Even though Evelyn was forbidden fruit, with her being
Isabella's best friend, his daughter was even more incestuously forbidden than having sex with
Evelyn. With her being such a slut and a sexual tease, especially after having sex with her
brother, she already had too much of Brett's attention. If Erin had to, no doubt, she'd have sex
with her father too, if that's what it took to take control of him away from Evelyn. Yet, even
more than Carter's sexual attraction to Evelyn, in the way that Isabella sometimes looked at
Evelyn, she wouldn't be surprised if Isabella wasn't sexually attracted to her also.
'The family that has sex together, stays together,' thought Evelyn.
Only Evelyn wanted to control them than to have sex with them. She wanted to discipline them
than to have sex with them. She wanted to punish them than to have sex with them. She wanted
to dominate them than to have sex with them. She wanted to be their Dominatrix.
Love instead of war. Evelyn thought of all the hostility in the world. If only people would make
love instead of war, everyone would be friendlier and everyone would definitely be happier.
Instead of shooting people, they should be making love to one another. They should be sexually
fucking people instead of fucking people over. Instead of killing people, they should be sucking
and licking people. We're all sexual animals. If we're not here to love one another and have sex
with one another, then why are we here?
Instead of lusting over woman and men that were normally unavailable, instead of being arrested
for sex crimes, what if mothers had sex with their adult sons? What if it was okay for fathers to
have sex with their adult daughters? What if it was common practice, instead of forbidden,
incestuous behavior, for adult brothers to have sex with their adult sisters? What if aunts and
uncles could have sex with their adult nieces and adult nephews without anyone raising an
eyebrow? What if adult cousins were more than kissing cousins but fucking, sucking, and licking
cousins?
Instead of arguing over stupid stuff, what if husbands and wives put their complaints aside and
made love? Instead of fighting over silly shit, what if neighbors had sex with neighbors and
strangers had sex with strangers? Instead of feeling invaded by airport security, with everyone
but the terrorists having nothing to hide, what if we all boarded airplanes naked? Instead of
having world summits and political caucuses, instead of lying and not being open and honest,
what if everyone sitting around those big, boardroom tables were naked?
Only, some people shouldn't be naked, Hilary Clinton, Donald Trump, Bernie Sanders, and Vice
President, Joe Biden, should never be seen publically without their clothes. One thing for sure, if
everyone knew they'd be walking about naked, there'd be more people exercising and less people
overeating. Less fights and more sex, the only friction we'd ever have as humans and as part of
the human race would be the friction caused by a man sliding his cock in and out and in and out

of a woman's mouth, pussy, and ass. The only other friction we'd have is a man sliding his cock
in and out of another man's mouth and/or ass or a lesbian sliding her strap on dildo in and out of
another women's mouth, pussy, and ass.
Knowing that Brett was sexually attracted to his sister as much as Brett was sexually attracted to
her, obviously Evelyn didn't want Erin to have control over her brother too. She didn't want to
relinquish the control that she had over Brett to Erin. Sometimes impossible to do with Brett,
with him so sexually attracted to his sister and Erin obviously playing her brother by giving him
sex, she needed to separate the two of them. A dangerous pact for her to break, Brett and Erin
were stronger allies together than if they were separated and alone. Yet, Evelyn held the trump
card. As the family's secret Dominatrix, Evelyn wielded all of the power.
Even though Brett was hot to have sex with his sister again, he'd more want to have sex with
Evelyn, his surrogate mother, especially when he had already had sex with Erin but not yet with
Evelyn. Besides, their father, Carter, was hot for Evelyn too and Evelyn knew that he was.
Fortunately, with Isabella her best friend and knowing Evelyn well enough to entrust her with
her children, she knew that her children were no innocent angels.
Besides, with them having a business partnership that encompassed their close relationship, the
bond of trust they had in one another cemented their friendship. Just as Isabella wouldn't lie to
Evelyn, she wouldn't lie to Isabella. She may deceive her and mislead her for the sake of her
gaining more sexual control of her family, but she was mostly honest with her best friend and
perhaps soon to be lover. Evelyn's goal was to gain sexual control of the entire family.
Needing an extra ally in addition to the friendship she had with Isabella and the lust that Carter
had for her, Evelyn needed Brett on her side against his sister. Certainly, she wasn't worried
about Brett. As naïve and impressionable as he was vulnerable and horny, he was easy to
manipulate. All she had to do was to show him her tits. All she had to do was to give him sex.
The easiest way to control Brett was to take his cock in her mouth. Only, if she could manipulate
him her way, so couldn't Erin by teasing him and enticing him with sex. Yet, Erin was no match
for Evelyn in bed. Even though Erin has had sex with many men, Evelyn has had sex with many
more men than she ever had. In comparison, Evelyn was a pro and Erin was still a child.
For Carter and Isabella to believe and trust her over their daughter, she needed Brett to
corroborate her tales about his controlling sister, otherwise she'd be the one out in the cold and
not Erin against their parents. Perhaps a small example but something that would soon morph
into larger issues of power and control, if Isabella wanted her daughter to take her brother to the
doctor, she would have called Erin but, instead, she called Evelyn. With Isabella knowing the
conniving bitch that her daughter could be, for whatever were her reasons, she entrusted Evelyn
with the responsibility of taking Brett to the doctor. Maybe it was nothing more than, and as
simple as, she wanted to make sure that Brett got there on time.

"I can take him. I'm already dressed," said Erin with a cat that ate the canary smile. "I don't mind.
Really I don't."
Immediately, Evelyn knew Erin was up to something. She was being too nice. The last thing she
wanted was Brett and Erin together gossiping over what happened last night when she helped her
brother take a shower. Already ready for her, Evelyn figured Erin would say something
derogatory about her before whispering something about her outrageous naked behavior to her
father and/or to her mother. Nothing more than a power play on a small, family scale, Erin
always wanted to be in control, especially whenever her mother was away and especially when it
came to Evelyn trying to exert her control over her family. Erin was always butting heads with
her. As if they were opposing inmates in a women's prison, standing up to her, Erin gave Evelyn
a hard look with a bit of attitude.
She blamed her best friend and business partner, Isabella, for putting her in a difficult spot.
Isabella wasn't much of a disciplinarian and, although they were good kids growing up, they
were no longer children or good, but young adults both vying for their parents attention and
admiration. Erin and Brett were known to push their boundaries and each other's sexual buttons,
especially with their sexual hormones raging and ruling their decisions. Since the time they were
babies, helping to raise them, care for them, and love them, Evelyn was there as much as their
mother. Now that Brett and Erin were older, Evelyn needed to exert her control over them before
they exerted their control over her and were totally out of control as adults.
"I can handle taking your brother to see his doctor," said Evelyn with a kind smile masking her
attitude of impatient annoyance.
Erin returned her smile of indifference to Evelyn.
"I want to go too," said Erin sipping her coffee. Toning down her attitude, she suddenly acted as
if this challenge of taking some of Evelyn's control over her family away wasn't as important to
her when obviously it was.
Seemingly just a small issue but, obviously, she didn't like the fact that her mother called Evelyn
to take Brett to the doctor instead of calling her. With Evelyn more than just a babysitter but a
second mother to Isabella's children, Isabella relinquished control of her children to Evelyn long
ago, especially whenever she went out and stayed overnight with her husband, Carter. Going out
partying while Evelyn was content staying home to watch over Erin and Brett, they were always
attending swinging events and leaving their children behind with Evelyn for the weekend.
With Evelyn always wanting children but not having any children of her own, she felt as if Erin
and Brett were her children too. Only, if they were her children, she would have brought them up

differently. She would have brought them up with more discipline and respect than how Isabella
and Carter raised their children. Both Erin and Brett were spoiled and they would have been
worse had Evelyn not been there to call them on lack of manners and correct their bad behaviors
along the way.
In the way that Evelyn was able to exert her control not only over Brett but also Erin, Isabella
lost control of her children long ago. They listened more to Evelyn than they ever did to Isabella.
In the way that Isabella and Carter were always going off on trips, they acted as if they didn't
have any children. If it wasn't for Evelyn holding everything together in the way of an efficiently
organized family housekeeper or a devoted and overprotective nanny, Isabella and Carter never
could have participated in the swinging lifestyle as much as they had.
Only, along the way, as soon as Erin discovered that her parents were leaving them with Evelyn
to attend swinging, sex parties, she rebelled by becoming a slut in the way that her mother was a
swinging whore. Erin's slutty behavior was her rebellious cry for attention and for the obvious
love and acceptance she needed to receive from her parents. Other than her brother and/or all the
men through high school and now through college that she sucked and fucked, the only person
there to give her the attention and the love that she so needed was Evelyn. Only, Evelyn wanted
to give not only Erin and Brett her attention and love but also she wanted to give Carter and
Isabella her attention and love too. Evelyn not only wanted to give the whole family attention
and love but also she wanted to control the whole family with discipline, punishment, and
domination before delving in the area of having complete sexual control of all four of them.
Whether the cut was on the surface or hidden deep within, Evelyn was the aloe, the salve, and
the ointment to soothe everyone's wounds. No matter how deep a wound they had, Evelyn could
help heal it. Evelyn was the medicine that they all needed to ease their pain. Evelyn was the band
aid to keep their wounds from festering and becoming infected with bad feelings and ill will.
Evelyn was the glue who could fix practically anyone who was broken. As if she was a roll of
duct tape instead of a sexy, busty, beautiful, blue eyed blonde, she could make anyone and
anything almost as good as new. Seemingly, with everyone needing her one time or another,
Evelyn was indispensable to Isabella, Carter, Brett, and Erin. They wouldn't know what to do
without her should she ever decide to leave.
When they weren't traveling to attend swinging events or to have sex with other couples at house
parties, with Carter always gone on business trips and Isabella working from home in her closed,
door office, Evelyn was there when they weren't. Now that Erin and Brett are older, almost 20
years old and 18 years old respectively, they've been flapping their wings more in readiness to
leave the nest. Only, now that they're no longer children but of legal age, Evelyn had other plans
for them before they left home, got married, and had children of their own. Now that they were
an all adult family, she was ready to have some sexy fun with not only Erin and Brett but also
with Isabella and Carter too.

The End