Chapter Five: Fantasy Lingerie Model

After that weird Steven and Bubba incident, things took a twist. I spent more time with Steven, mostly because he kept bribing me. A few days later, when I came home from school, I found a present on my bed. I opened the box and found some revealing lingerie and a note from Steven asking me to model it for him. Of course, the modeling sessions ended up in touch and feel sessions where Steven would tell me to take the “braw” off, leaving me topless. Then the bottoms came off, and Steven would fuck me on his bed.

There wasn’t much foreplay in all of this except for the modeling, and seldom was there any oral or even kissing. It wasn’t like when I was with Billy. It would seem every few days there was a new piece for me to model. I liked the light blue see-through panties with the small skirt which let my butt cheeks stick out. I think Steven’s favorite was the sheer black bikini with the nipples and crotch cut out. The darn thing had bright “yallow” tassels along the hems. This went on for a few weeks. I was building quite the lingerie collection and needed a few more drawers to store it all. I could just imagine asking Pa for a larger chest of drawers to store all the undergarments Steven was buying me.

One day I came home, and Steven had gotten me the black bikini outfit I’d mentioned before, the one missing some key material. Like Pavlov’s dog runnin’ for the bell, I put the outfit on and headed to his room where he sat waiting and grinning on the edge of his bed.

I walked and pranced in front of Steven with my nipples and poontang poking out from the material. What kind of Yankee pervert designs this stuff? I strutted back and forth, did a few turns, a couple of bows from both angles and then the request. “Remove the braw, Sunny.”

I didn’t exactly know why. My bare nipples were already poking through. I could count the square inches it covered on one hand, I think. I undid the “braw” and let Steven see my “neck-ed” boobies. Steven patted his leg, and I sat on his lap. He played with my titties and then sucked on them. I pretty much knew his routine. The crotch rub came next. I grabbed his crotch, gave him “oohs” and “aahs” to make his male ego feel good and then he would plow me. I kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for the lingerie, though this one would take an acting job. This wasn’t my first rodeo.

Something different happened this time. Billy walked in on us. He was nonchalant, eating an apple. I was lying crossways on the bed with my head half off the edge. Billy came up to me, gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, “Want a bite as he held out his apple toward my face.

I was bored and a little hungry, so I said, “Sure.” Billy held the apple to my face as I took a bite and chewed it practically in Steven’s face while he was fucking me. Billy said, “Pa is looking fer ya. Should I tell him you’re in Steven’s room?”

I looked at Billy as if he was crazy and said, “NO!”

“Just kidding,” Billy continued. “I wondered why Mr. Six O’clock hadn’t seen you in a while.”

“I’m sorry, Billy,” I responded. “I have been spending some time with Steven to kind of even things out.” I didn’t want to blame Steven while he was slipping me his pork.

“Mind if I join in?” Billy asked, not seeming to direct the question to either one of us.

“I have no problem if Steven doesn’t mind,” I said.

Steven said between grunts, “Sure, kid, just grab an open hole.”

Billy slipped his pants down and put his dick in my face. I opened my mouth to accept the generous offer. I sucked on Billy while our brother fucked my pussy. I was really giving up the poontang today. I was giving Billy the treatment: long licks up and down his shaft, some ball sucking, followed by a hard face fucking, with Billy having a hold of me by the ponytail.

Steven watched me sucking on Billy while he hammered my pussy. “Damn! Sunny has gotten real good at giving head. Mind swapping places with your brother?”

Billy obliged Steven. “Well, being family and all, I guess it’s all right.”

Billy and Steven swapped places. Billy had no trouble entering my already wet pussy. Steven stood there with his dick in my face. It was covered with my pussy juice. It tasted rancid. “Go wash this off, if you want it sucked,” I instructed him.

I discovered that all men would be willing to wash their cock for a blow job. Steven came back from the bathroom, drying himself off with my towel, the little shit. Steven stuck his clean cock in my face. It smelled faintly of Chantilly, my usual perfume.

Since Steven went to all that trouble for me, I decided to reward him with a great, shaft tonguing, ball licking, cum swallowing blow job. I eagerly went to work on his Game Cock, sucking, licking, slurping and burping while Billy was busy at the other end, keeping my poontang happy and smiling.

Billy’s huge cock slamming into me brought me off. I got Steven’s bed wet like never before. Steven’s cock just didn’t make me that wet. You would think a ten-inch cock would get me off as well as a twelve-inch cock, but for some reason that was not the case. I guess that’s what makes us who we are, and that is why I am Anita Biggerstaff.

My pussy was tight around Billy’s big dick. He came in me and shortly after his cum oozed out of me onto Steven’s bed; Steven blew his load into my mouth. I lay there for a moment, loose as a goose, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasms.

Steven declared, “We will have to do that again soon.”

Billy agreed, “That was more fun than a monkey at breakfast.”

I just laughed. That was a new one on me. Billy had more sayings than a politician has excuses. I sat up and pointed down toward my brother’s feet. “Okay,” I said. “But next time we will both lose the socks.” They nodded in agreement.

I bolted out of the room with my clothes. I had a quick urge to lock the bathroom door.

Chapter 6: Ma Biggerstaff

The next day, I was out of sorts. I sat down in the living room with a hot water bottle. These were the days before Midol. I had a tall Dr. Pepper and a large bag of Tom’s potato chips. I switched to Gilligan’s Island on the TV set. Ma was lying on the sofa with her friend Jim Beam, feeling frisky. I was going to relax for an hour or maybe a day or two.

Pa was away, up the road in Charlotte. He was busy building a theme park for Jesus. He said we were going to be rich, because instead of getting full pay, he was taking much of his salary as shares in the theme park and motel complex.

Steve and Billy rummaged through the fridge. Billy yelled, “What kind of Coke do you have there?”

“Dr. Pepper!” I shouted back.

“Shoot, looks like Sunny took the last one,” Billy said to Steve as they both grabbed glasses of sweet tea. Then they looked over at me and started saying suggestive things like, “Is it six o’clock yet, Sunny?” and “I think it’s six o’clock, how about you?”

My brothers were horny again and wanted to fuck. I was in no mood, and besides, I was bleeding like a stuck pig. I motioned my head over to Ma and suggested, “Ma thinks it’s six o’clock.

Ma looked at the boys and said, “What’s the matter? Sunny won’t put out? You want some of this good stuff?” She parted her legs. She knew what was happening under her roof.

Steven stopped mid-thought and went back to his bedroom. He quickly emerged with a bag of pot.

I was as confused as a goat on Astroturf. What was he going to do?

Steven rolled up a couple of doobies, explaining to Billy that the maximum THC comes from a fifth-generation transplant. He claimed his pot originally came from Hawaii, because it tasted like pineapple. At that point, things became as clear as 64 Crayola colors on a wall. Steven made his money as a grower and dealer. And what’s more, he paid for all those undies he bought me with ill-gotten gain. It seemed fitting, or at least more fitting than seducing your brothers with lingerie made from honest, hard-earned cash.

Ma was motioning her boys over. She had flaming red hair, and most people claimed she looked like a short version of Nicole Kidman, except she had larger boobs and deep crow’s feet from all the liquor she drank and cigarettes she smoked. This was not a good combination. She nearly burned the house down twice already. I would hate to see that, ’cause it would upset Pa more than a few crayon marks. There wouldn’t be enough cans of whoop-ass for Pa to open, not that he ever hit Ma or anything, ’cause he didn’t, even with all the heartache and such she would put him through.

Steven took his joint and placed the lit end in her mouth and yelled, “Shotgun!” as he blew massive amounts of “certified two-toke” smoke into her mouth. Ma coughed and whispered, “Keep going, baby.”

I wanted to try some of the reefer, just for medicinal purposes, to see if it would help with cramps. I reached for the joint as we passed it around a couple of times.

Ma was pretty half-lit after a few more shotguns. My brothers were on either side of her, feeling up her boobs through her “braw.” Steven kissed Ma on the lips, and Ma responded and kissed him back! She did the same with Billy. She loved it. Her hands were on Steven’s crotch. Steven picked her up, flung her over his shoulder, and walked out of the room. As he exited, he said to me, “Aren’t you going to come and watch, after all you instigated this whole thing?”

“Don’t blame me for anything,” I countered. “I don’t have a dick.”

“Except that little silver one,” Billy said to me softly.

I sat there in the living room wondering what to do. I could watch my brothers fuck Ma, or I could watch Gilligan’s Island. It was a good one, too. It was the episode where they almost got rescued. There is nothing like the talents of Bob Denver to bring big drama to the small screen. It is not every day a person gets to watch their brothers tag team their own mother. I grabbed the chips and Coke and skedaddled to the bedroom. I didn’t want to miss a single stroke as Ma took her turn servicing my brothers.

I sat on a chair at the foot of my folks’ bed as my brothers were removing Ma’s pullover. It came off real easy with one brother on each side bringing it up over her head. And that’s where it stayed. The boys debated whether to leave Ma’s face covered, her hands caught in the sleeves, or take it all the way off. Ma couldn’t give them head if it was on, but then again, she’d probably lose her cookies if she tried. With it on, Ma couldn’t see who was fucking her, and might think it was a nice dream. Blah, blah, blah, they went on. Ma’s bra came off, and her pullover remained inside out over her face. They played with Ma’s naked breasts. I was sure this wasn’t the first time these guys had been sucking on her tits, but their teeth would now be something different.

They went down to her pants and grabbed the elastic band and slid them off effortlessly, with just a slight raise of her butt. Ma was snow-white pale. Her red pubic hair stood out. The boys took turns rubbing her pussy. The boys slipped Ma’s top up a few inches to uncover her mouth and nose, but left her eyes covered. They both took turns French kissing Ma while feeling her up. She was getting turned on.

Billy spread Ma’s legs and tasted that old snatch, while Steven pulled his cock out and rubbed it on Ma’s lips. Ma parted her lips, and Steven was able to get part of his cock in her mouth. I don’t think he wanted to gag Ma at this moment, just get his dick wet. Ma sucked his cock as if she knew what she was doing. Billy decided to mount her. He spread her legs and lifted them up in the air as he stuck his huge cock in her. Ma gasped when she felt Billy enter her. She was clearly surprised. Billy pounded her hard. Steven had moved out of Ma’s mouth and removed the garment. This allowed her hands to hold her thin, pale legs spread high in the air. She was enjoying her fucking.

Once Billy satisfied his lust with Ma’s pussy, Steven decided to get some poontang too. Billy got off, and tag-teamed Steven. I now got to watch Steven fuck Ma for a while. Billy stood by Ma’s head. Steven’s cock didn’t have to stroke Ma but a few times before he came. He wiped his dick on her leg.

We all got up and left the room. The Brady Bunch was on. I resumed my position in the chair. Mom appeared in her bathrobe a few hours later. She looked like she had just been dragged backward through a knot hole. She then said to me, “Anita.”

Ma never calls me Anita unless she was ready to give down the country. I answered.

“Anita,” she said again. “Could you please do me a favor and go to the store and get your Ma some Coke and cigarettes?”

Whew! I thought. “Sure, what kind of Coke do you want?” I asked.

“Dr. Pepper would be fine, sweetie,” Ma replied.

I got dressed and headed to the store. I wondered if Ma would tell Pa. It didn’t seem like she would. I felt guilty about Ma having to fill in for me, even though she enjoyed the bejesus out of it. I decided to do some penance. I  promised God I would never again skip church to have sex with any of my brothers ever again.