Incest Games Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Jenny thought she had never seen anything so beautiful as her brother

and the girl, naked together. She had come back too late to actually

watch them screwing in the pool, but she knew they had. The look of

love was upon them both, and their naked, dripping bodies were glowing

with what they had just done.

"Maybe we'd better go in the house," she said. "Somebody could be

looking down into the patio from the taller houses over there."

Her brother answered with a kind of strangled okay, and Jean smiled

wickedly over a bare shoulder as she led the way back into the house,

her small but shapely ass swinging seductively from side to side.

Jenny followed them, thinking that she couldn't have done better than

to bring those two together, Jean was always talking about how she was

just about insatiable, that she loved to screw, and Travis was getting

started right.

But Jenny always knew what might have been a faint flash of jealousy.

After all, he was her brother, and she had taken his boyish cherry. But

a moment later, she knew how very foolish that was. If she loved Travis,

she wanted to see him happy, and if he was happy fucking the lovely

little redhead, then she could only be happy, too, not jealous.

Besides, she was very interested in seeing him do it to her friend, and

all excited about the prospect of joining them herself. Jean Marks

turned in the middle of the living room and said, "Here, kids?"

"Why not?" Jenny asked. "I locked the front door when I came in."

Travis was staring at her, and she could feel his eyes licking hotly

over her tits, so she let the wrap-around towel slide down and expose

them. Her nipples were hard and erect, and her pussy was throbbing

softly between her thighs. He said, "You really want to join us, sis? I

mean--screw with us?"

"I really want to," she answered. "I never did this before, either, but

I'm sure we can work it out and ball."

"Oh yes," Jean breathed heavily. "This ought to be a wild scene for

everybody. Oh wow."

Jean had such a beautiful body, Jenny thought; it was so modeled,

every tiny curve exactly in place and tantalizingly shaped, the pale

white skin flawless and silken. She dropped her towel the rest of the

way and let her own body gleam nudely for them. Bigger than Jean, with

different coloring and different shapings, she was just as firm, just

as pretty in a sexy design of her own, and the look she caught in her

brother's widened eyes told her so. She smiled at him, and at the erect

pole of his long, slim cock. The boy had just dipped that hard shaft

into the red-haired pussy over there, but he was ready to go again.

Funny, she thought, but she wasn't at all embarrassed. It seemed so

natural and right that they share their bodies with each other, if that

was what they wanted.

"You're really beautiful," Jean Marks murmured.

"Yeah," Travis agreed, his eyes raking her from head to toe, seeing her

snatch, the hard points of her tits. She thrust her groin forward for

him, spreading her thighs just a little.

Nobody had ever turned her on like her brother; nobody had ever done

such a wonderful job of fucking her, and Jenny suspected that they

were just beginning to explore and understand the mysteries of each

other's bodies. And there was Jean--ah, yes, Jean of the miniature body

so wonderfully shaped; Jean who had been so open about seeking new

sexual thrills. Was it bad to look at another girl's body and get

excited? Jenny didn't know about that, only that she was stimulated as

she had seldom been before.

Jean said, "You were right, Jenny; your brother has a wonderfully hard

prick. I wish I had a brother like him."

"Be my guest," Jenny said, moving closer so that she could bring her

belly next to Travis's. Their thighs brushed, and she pressed against

his cock, pushed it up between their bellies. It was long and round,

next to her skin, and she could feel the hungry pulsing of the organ,

as if it were about to demand she do something to soften it.

Her nipples dug into his chest, boring hotly there, as insistent as his

prick was. Travis's hands slid over her hips, caressing, and he said, "I

still can't believe I'm so lucky."

Jenny kissed him, softly at first, then with an avid fury that thrust

her tongue over his own and as far back into his mouth as she could

reach. They rolled their nude bodies together, and their hands were

everywhere, fondling and cupping, stroking and petting. Their breath

mixed hotly, and she found that she was making sensual, thrusting

motions with her crotch.

Gasping, she backed away from him, conscious of the new lubrication

that was making her pussy oily inside, that was bringing little drops

of warm dew to glisten along the cunt lips and among the curly pubic

hairs. "Oh wow, Travis. I could take it standing up like this, but

there's Jean--"

Jean came to them, putting a small hand on each of their shoulders. "To

share with, darlings. Look--neither of us wants to be disappointed

right away, although I think that Travis here could go all day, if he

wanted. Sa what do you say we--you and me, Jenny--stretch out on the

floor here, so that he can take turns."

Jenny stared. "You mean, screw us in turn?"

"Not all the way, baby," Jean grinned. "I mean he screws one of us awhile--without coming--then the other; taking turns that way. Of

course, when he has to come, then he can just let it go into whoever he

happens to be fucking at the moment."

"That sounds groovy," Jenny agreed. "Travis?"

"Oh hell yes," he grinned. "Man, oh man! Dipping my wick into two

beautiful cunts, one right after the other. I'm liable to flip right

out."

Holding hands, Jenny sank to the carpet with the other girl, little

hot waves of anticipation skipping madly up and down her spine. It was

all so wild, so unreal; all her sexual fantasies were coming true, one

at a time. She didn't have to worry now about how mom and dad were

getting along, didn't have to feel the antagonism between her parents

heavy in the air. She was being loved; she was loving, and the outside

world didn't count against that.

The nap of the rag tickled the cheeks of her ass as she sat down,

caressed her spine as she lay back, still holding hands with Jean

Marks. The other girl's foot rubbed hers and made it tingle. Eyelids

fluttering, Jenny looked up and saw her brother kneeling between her

outspread legs.

Travis was staring down at her pussy, the fingers of his right hand

wrapped around the white column of his cock. It was the first way she'd

seen that wondrous prick, since they'd both grown up, when he was

masturbating it. The head glowed lavender and it was bluntly pointed;

she could see the veins throbbing beneath the shaft, and her eyes

briefly touched the sack of his down-hanging balls.

"You first," Travis said. "You don't mind if my cock-head is still a

little sticky from going off inside Jean's pussy?"

"N-no," Jenny answered hoarsely, "I don't mind." She was shaking

inside and out, fascinated by the glistening drop of whitish fluid that

dangled from the very tip of her brother's cock.

She was also crazily turned on by her hip touching Jean's, by the other

girl's softly throbbing presence. Jenny glanced quickly over at her

friend, and saw the nipples of the girl's tits standing high and hard,

saw the deepness of the green eyes focused upon her own.

"Fuck him hard," Jean breathed, and squeezed Jenny's hand.

Jenny flinched when her brother reached down to caress her hips. His

hands ran lightly and teasingly over her belly, barely touched her

pussy, then stroked over the extremely sensitive insides of her

trembling thighs. He said to her: "You're so beautiful, sis; I almost

come just looking down at your cunt. Your pussy hair is so deep and

thick, and I can see the lips kind of pouting out through the curls."

Travis touched a fingertip to her labia, and Jenny's hips rolled in

immediate reflex. He fondled her dewy cunt lips, tickled into the hairs

around her ass, and she heard him catch his breath. Then his finger

slid inside her body, feeling around within the tight, hot gripping of

her vagina. She gasped as it went in to the knuckle, as the round

length of it massaged gently across her stimulated clitoris.

"D-darling," she breathed. "Oh Travis--I'm so hot I can't wait. Please--

"

When he set the pulsing end of his swollen cock-head into the giving hairs of her pussy and pushed it down so that it kissed the hot, wet

lips, Jenny clamped down hard on Jean's hand, and her left leg lifted

to coil itself sinuously around the other girl's leg.

"So hot," she murmured, her eyelids fluttering, "so very hot inside my

pussy--"

"Here," her brother said, and shoved the head of his strong young prick

into the hungry lips of her steamy cunt. It spread them apart, slid

long and round between them, up into the pit of her vagina, up and up

until she felt the marvelously soft sack of his balls come to rest in

the cleft of her ass.

Head turned aside, she said to Jean Marks: "It's all the way up my

pussy, so long and hard. Oohh--I love it; oh, how I love my brother's

prick!"

Jean turned on her side, rubbing her leg along Jenny's, now able to

press the twin mounds of her firmly molded tits into Jenny's shoulder.

The piquant face was very close, and so appealing, the deep green eyes

smoldering, the pink lips parted in damp invitation.

As Travis began to stroke his cock within the confines of her shuddering

snatch, Jenny did the most natural thing that occurred to her: she

kissed the other girl's beckoning mouth. The lips were soft and tender,

trembling against her own, and the little hot tongue darted questingly

into her mouth where her own tongue met it with consuming passion.

Her brother's breath panted hotly into her ear, and his hands took a

grip upon the rolling of her hips, pinning them down for a long,

conquering moment as he jammed his cock home to the hilt again.

"Uhhh!" Jenny grunted into the other girl's avid mouth, and shivered

to the feel of Jean's hands when they started to caress the heavy

tenderness of her swollen tits.

It was wild and insane, but her heart threatened to tear out of her

chest with crazy leapings of joy, and her lower body moved in sinuously

thrusting happiness as her pussy contracted and rode up and down the

greased pole of her brother's cock. To be fucked by him, of all people,

to be screwed by her very own brother, while another girl kissed her

and played with the rigid nipples of her aching tits--this was all out

of the world, so far out she hadn't really imagined it before.

Jenny let herself go, bit down lightly upon the other girl's lips and

used her own hands to discover the textured shapings of Jean's breasts.

She rocked upon the pistoning cock that moved so steadily and

powerfully inside her gripping cunt, reveling in every move of the

meaty rod, loving every tiny vein along its length, every miniscule

bump and pore of the slippery skin.

She was loved, loved, adored in duplicate and who was to say it was

wrong to love one of your own sex? Certainly not anybody who didn't

even know how to love on their own; certainly not her mother and

father.

Only her beloved brother with the steadily surging prick shoved up her

pussy; only this gorgeous little girl whose tits felt so wonderful--

only Jenny herself, screwing so wonderfully, churning her cunt around

the now hammering cock; these were the only people who had any say-so

over what they wanted to do, what they needed to do. For each other and

to each other.

"Sis--oh wow, sis! You're so hot and juicy--your cunt is just eating up

my prick--oh--ahh--I'm coming, darling. I'm coming!"

With a last, twisting thrust, Travis shoved his meat far up her pussy,

and she felt the head of it bumping her womb, felt the wet slap of his

balls in the crack of her ass. Her vagina vibrated strongly around his

glans as her brother began to come, as he started to shoot the essence

of his heaving testicles up inside her snatch.

His hotly bubbling semen splashed against her cervix, flooded boiling

into the cup of her cunt, soaking the clinging tissues of her vaginal

walls. Jenny flexed her cunt around the embedded cockhead, and when

she gave another long, sensuous gyration of her crotch on the shaft,

knew her own orgasm as it came rising swiftly from the epicenter of her

thrumming clit.

"Umm, umm!" she moaned, her mouth held captive by Jean's, her tongue

curling and uncurling with the other girl's. Her belly hammered at her

brother's pelvis, and she sucked upon Jean's lips while the waves of

ecstasy roared throughout her pussy.

Warmly, she swam in a slow river that carried her through undulating

curves of soft, sweet flesh, that bore her upon its breast, that yet

somehow held her impaled upon the penetration of the adored shaft. Lips

nibbled her cheek, her ear, and gentle hands manipulated the cones of

her tits; Jenny lay relaxed and limp, unable to remotely imagine any

better feelings, any more wondrous place than this moment in enchanted

time.

"Terrific," Jean Marks said softly. "I never saw anyone screwed before,

and its terrific. Especially when I know I'm going to take that same

great prick, in a few minutes."

Slowly, Jenny came back to the world. With some regret, but with more

interest, she turned over onto one side, so that she could face the

girl. When she made the move, her brother's cock slipped from the wet

glove of her cunt. She felt its head leaking, and sensed the sticky

trail of semen left across the inside of one thigh.

"Can I do anything--anything special?" she asked Jean.

The redhead sat up, her neat little tits bouncing. She smiled and said,

"I'd like to ride Travis this time--that is, if he can go again soon."

"Sure," Travis said. "Just give me time to catch my breath, and I'll be

ready again."

"Isn't he amazing?" Jean asked, coming to her knees and grinning fondly

at her new lover.

"That he is," Jenny agreed, for her brother was much better than both

the lovers she had known, and so ready to screw again, after such a

short time between fucks. He was amazing, all right, and very, very

special. She would give him anything he wanted, all he needed or craved

or desired, no matter how far out his newly awakened sexual tastes

might become.

They were all each had--besides a friend like Jean here; if they clung

together, gave all they had, took all there was to receive, then what

power could separate them?

Not their parents. Jenny would not allow that, now.