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For those who enjoy pantyhose stories, this series focuses heavily (although, not entirely) on that particular fetish, along with the pervasive incest themes. (Mf, ped, exh, voy, inc, orgy) *** Author Note: The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. While all of the sex depicted is consensual, the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. This is the seventh chapter of what will be a continuing series depicting the melodramatic sexual adventures of a typical suburban family. For those who enjoy pantyhose stories, this series will focus heavily (though, not totally) on that particular fetish, as well as the obvious incest themes. Each chapter will be written predominantly from the point of view of one member of the family. I hope you enjoy it. Please send your comments and suggestions. Your friend, AZ Legman (Formerly Filthy Fiction) *** Chapter Seven: The Babysitter When Adam and Tiffany pulled up to her house, she noticed the clock on his dashboard read half past six. She had promised to be at her Aunt Kayla's house by seven. Normally, she hated babysitting, but hanging out with her favorite cousins was always more fun than work. She looked toward the driveway and noticed her aunt's Navigator in the spot where her mother usually parked her convertible. Her father's car wasn't there either. She thought for a moment and realized that Kayla must have decided to bring the kids over to their house instead. Generally, Tiffany could always expect a call from her mother when there was any sort of change in plans. It was odd not hearing from her all day. A message would have been nice. Still, she could hardly get that upset as her boyfriend slid over and tenderly started kissing down her neck. As Adam climbed up her chest, Tiffany leaned back with her head against the glass. She could feel the hardness in his jeans urgently pressing into her naked thigh. He ran his finger under the top of her bikini and gently pulled it aside. He bent down and sharply inhaled her pointed nipple in his humid mouth. Tiffany moaned. He grazed the edges of his teeth along the rigid nub in that almost biting way that made her wince with delight. His hand slid down between her open legs, before he slipped his fingers under her bikini, and then lightly diddled her clit. "Sssss," she said, jolting and grabbing his forearm. "Don't do that," she whispered. "You'll get me in trouble." "But your parents aren't even home." "I know," she said. "But my brother might see us. He's got a really a big mouth." "Tiff, please," Adam begged. "You've been teasing me all day wearing this little thing. Can't we at least fool around a little?" Tiffany thought for a moment. Adam ran the tip of his middle finger around the lips of her moist hole. He shoved it in boldly. Tiffany gasped. "Okay," she panted urgently. "We can go to my room. But our clothes have to stay on." "And what if your dad does come home early?" "He won't," she said. "It's Saturday night. He's either down at the bar or down at the strip club with all his drinking buddies. Either way, he never gets home before ten. That gives us at least three hours." "So, then," Adam whispered, lust simmering in his sultry brown eyes. "Does this mean you're ready?" Tiffany inhaled. "Adam, we've talked about this," she said, with a heavy sigh. "I can't have sex until I'm 18. Not even with a condom. My parents won't allow it." "But that's almost three years from now," Adam said, sinking back in his seat. "I can't wait that long. I'll be in college next year. Who knows if we'll even be together then?" "What does that mean?" Tiffany said, as she sat up and covered her chest. "Are you planning to break up with me already?" "Huh?" Adam said, blinking and shaking his head. "No. No, I didn't say that. I'm just saying we can't predict the future. That's all. I mean...shit happens." "Oh," she replied. "You mean like running off to Boston so you can dump me for some skank?" "I didn't say that." "Well that's what it sounds like to me." "C'mon, Tiff. Don't be that way," he said. "You know I'm crazy about you. Why can't we just enjoy the time we have together, instead of worrying about stuff we can't change?" "Because," she said, folding her arms. "Until now, I didn't know I was getting dumped in a year. How am I supposed to enjoy myself after that?" "I'm just being realistic," Adam said. "From the day we hooked up, you knew I was moving to Boston next year. I never tricked you into going out with me. You were more worried about hurting Shannon's feelings than anything else. So why are you acting like this is such a shock all of a sudden?" "Because," she said, "You're acting like your mind is already made up. It's like you're not even willing to give it a chance. That hurts." "Of course, I'm willing to give it a chance," Adam replied. "You're the hottest girlfriend I've ever had. I'd be crazy to give up on you. I just don't think we should kid ourselves either. A year from now, we'll be on opposite coasts. We'll see each other over the summer and on holidays, but that's about it." "That doesn't mean anything," she said. "My aunt met her husband while she was going to school in Connecticut. They lived on opposite coasts for a whole year. As soon as she graduated, they got married. So, it is possible." "You mean, the aunt who married that lawyer," Adam said. "Aren't they divorced?" "They're separated," Tiffany said. "But they might get back together. At least, my mom thinks so. But that's not the point. I'm just saying that moving away for college doesn't have to change anything." "And I'm just saying that we shouldn't make promises to each other that we can't keep," Adam explained. "Isn't it better to be honest now, then to find out one of us was cheating later?" "Oh," Tiffany said, slowly nodding. "Now I get it. You're just looking for an excuse to fuck other girls without feeling guilty, right?" "No," Adam said. "I mean...I don't know. Stop putting words in my mouth. I'm just trying to be honest with you." Tiffany sighed. "If you're trying to be honest, then why won't you say how you really feel?" "All right," Adam said. "I'll be brutally honest. As much as I care about you, and as much as I want you to be a part of my life, I just want the freedom to be with other girls while I'm away." "There," Tiffany said, with a smile. "See how easy that was." "Yeah," Adam said, frowning. "I just don't get why you're smiling." Tiffany glanced back and whispered, "What if I told you that I feel the same way?" Adam blinked. "Is this a hypothetical or are you serious?" "I'm serious," she answered. "I want you in my life, too. But honestly, I don't think putting limits on each other makes any sense either." "Okay," Adam said. "Now, I'm really confused. Do you want to see other guys?" "Ah," she said, pointing her finger. "Now you know how it feels. But the answer is no. I'm not interested in anyone but you." "So what would you do if you were really horny one night and I wasn't around?" "You don't have to worry about that," she said, smiling contentedly. "I have many ways of scratching that itch." "Oh," Adam said curiously. "What do you have like a million vibrators, or something?" "God, no," Tiffany said. "I'd settle for one, but I'm not old enough to buy that kind of stuff." "So, what do you do?" he asked. "Steal your mom's?" "I have," she admitted, with a naughty grin. "But honestly, it's more fun to use whatever I find lying around." "Really?" Adam said, leaning in. "Like what?" Tiffany answered brightly. "Brush handles are really good. Candles. Flashlights. Plastic bottles. Cucumbers disappear all the time." "Whoa," he said. "Now that I have to see." "Maybe you will," she teased. "If you play your cards right." "Does this mean we're done fighting?" "We weren't fighting," she said. "We just need to talk about this stuff. I know you're not leaving for months, but my parents have always said that honesty is the best way to keep little problems from becoming big problems." "You're right," he said. "I'm just glad that you're keeping an open mind. The last thing I want to do is hurt you." "I know," she said. "You just need to start trusting me more. Then, I think you'll appreciate how open-minded I really am. I'd do anything to make you happy." Adam smiled. "That's what I love about you, Tiff. You give so much of yourself. I can see it in your eyes when you look at me. That's why I can't understand why you have to hold back so much when it comes to sex. It bugs the shit out of me." "I know it does," Tiffany said. "I hate it, too." "Then explain it to me," he said. "On the one hand, it sounds like you've got the coolest parents in the world. Then, I hear about these rules and it's like they expect you to live like a nun. It makes no sense." "They're just trying to protect me," she said. "From who," he asked. "Me?" "No," she said, "of course not. They just don't want me getting mixed up with the wrong kind of people." Adam smirked. "Oh," he said. "So, now I'm not good enough for you? What kind of shit is that? We live in the same neighborhood. My house is right down the fucking street. Hell, if it weren't for my dad, your father wouldn't even be in the country club." "Adam, calm down," she said. "You're taking this all wrong. This has nothing to do with you at all. It's just the way my family is. My parents have really different ideas on how to keep a family together. It's not something I'm allowed to talk about, but basically we just need to make sure that anyone we get close to is someone that we can trust." "Okay," Adam said, scratching his head. "So, what are you, Mormons or something?" Tiffany rolled her eyes. "No, you bozo. It's not a religious thing. Honestly, I'd say more, but my father would totally ream my ass." "Well, you'll have to explain it eventually," he said. "You can't expect us to have much of a relationship if we can't talk about our families." Tiffany thought for a second. "Do you have plans for dinner tomorrow night?" "Not really." "Good," she said. "Be here tomorrow around five. And bring Shannon." "You want me to bring my sister?" "Yes," Tiffany said. "Trust me. She'll understand." "So, you're sure this is kosher?" "Yes, I'm sure," she said. "My mom is already expecting you. We talked about it yesterday." "And your dad's cool with it, too?" "My dad doesn't know about it yet," Tiffany said. "But he will by the time you get here. It'll be fine." "Okay, Tiff," Adam said skeptically. "I just hope you know what you're doing." "Don't worry," she said smiling. "The worst thing he could possibly do is get his pistol out of the garage and shoot you. But he never gets that angry," she said. "Well, almost never." Adam gave her a petrified look as Tiffany sat there and giggled. From the beads of sweat forming on his brow, Tiffany wasn't completely sure if Adam knew she was just kidding. *** Tiffany led Adam upstairs, where she found Jonathan in his bedroom horsing around with their two cousins like a bunch of screaming maniacs. Jonathan was lying down on his mattress, which had somehow ended up in the middle of the floor. Dylan was standing on a dining room chair and looked as if he was getting ready to jump. Heather was kneeling on the floor acting as some kind of pre-teen referee, with her blonde pigtails flopping all around. "What the hell are you guys doing?" Tiffany said, from the doorway, in her yellow bikini. "What does it look like?" Jonathan said. "We're wrestling." Tiffany sighed. "If anything gets broken, it's your funeral." "Don't worry," Jonathan said, as Dylan leapt off the chair and pounced on his open stomach. Jonathan groaned in exaggerated pain as Dylan pinned him to the mattress and Heather counted 1-2-3. "I win," Dylan shouted, as he sprang up and flexed his scrawny arms. He pointed his finger down at his fallen opponent and yelled, "Take that loser! Nothing can stop the blonde bombshell! Dangerous Dylan is still the champion!" Adam snickered over Tiffany's shoulder. "The blonde bombshell?" "Yeah," Dylan answered. "That's what I call my finishing move. It's basically just a modified frog splash." "Ah," Adam said, as if that made any more sense. "Hey, Tiff," Heather said, waving and smiling from the floor. "Is that your boyfriend?" "Hey there, cutie," Tiffany answered. "This is Adam," she said, smiling as she rubbed his chest and introduced him to her cousins. "These are those two escapees from the mental ward I was telling you about. That's Heather. She's twelve. And Dangerous Dylan over there, he's ten." "Ten and a half," Dylan corrected. "And I just whipped Jonathan's butt!" "But you won't whip mine," Heather said, wrapping both arms around her brother's knees and taking him down with a quick thud. She straddled his chest, grabbed him by the wrists and held his arms over his head. Jonathan piled on top and sandwiched Heather in between. "Johnny get off!" Heather squealed, flailing her arms. "You're squishing me!" Jonathan laughed ruthlessly. "That's right," he said. "I'm pinning you both at the same time. Hey, Tiff," he called. "Come over here and give me a three-count." Tiffany shook her head. "I don't think so," she said. "I'm not doing anything to encourage this. And you better have all this stuff put back before Mom and Dad get home." When Tiffany backed out, Adam stepped around her and dropped to his knees. He slapped his hand on the mattress three times, then stood up and hoisted Jonathan's arm in the air. "Ladies and gentleman," he announced theatrically. "The new undisputed champion of the world... Jonathan... Hardcore... Harperrrrrr!" "Hell yeah!" Jonathan shouted. "Who's the man, baby? Who's the man?" he said, taunting his cousin as he hooted and strutted around the room. Tiffany quietly stood by the door shaking her head with disapproval. With Jonathan finally off her back, Heather jumped up, marched over to Adam and angrily shoved him in the chest. "Thanks a lot, you big jerk!" "What?" he said, hunching his shoulders. "I was just playing along." "He was squishing me!" Heather whined. "I couldn't breathe, you stupid buttface!" "I'm sorry," he said meekly. "I thought you were having fun." Heather smirked at Tiffany from across the room. "Not too smart, is he?" Heather said. "Pretty cute though." Tiffany laughed. Heather was much more outspoken when her mother wasn't around. She liked that about her. Heather looked back and gave Adam another dirty look. Adam responded with another innocent shrug. Heather sneered and turned the other way. With her back turned, Tiffany noticed that Heather's pink shorts had ridden up rather high from all the commotion. She could see her cousin's pale buttcheeks peeking out from clear across the room. She smiled as she pictured Heather's panties swallowed deep in that narrow crack. Naturally, Heather reached back to pull down her shorts, but one tug wasn't enough to release the stubborn underwear from her stingy asscheeks. Tiffany looked over and saw Adam standing behind Heather with a huge grin on his face, watching the young girl as she squirmed and struggled to dislodge her resistant panties. "That's a pretty serious wedgie," he noted, as her cute bottom wiggled in front of him. "Need some help?" "No!" Heather snapped. "And stop looking at my butt!" "Then stop pointing it at me." "I can point it anywhere I want," she huffed. "Fine," Adam said. "As long as you don't mind guys staring at it." "Not all guys," Heather said, spinning around. "Just you." Adam looked over at Jonathan, who nodded sympathetically. Dylan was still lying there on the mattress. Heather put some extra jiggle in her hips as she sauntered over toward the bedroom door. Tiffany could see she was showing off. Until that moment, Tiffany had never seen her cousin as a potential rival. Yet, even at age 12, Heather had already developed into a trim, sexy little package. Flirting with Adam just proved that she and Tiffany shared the same need for male attention that ran among all the women in their family. Driven by her perverse instincts, Tiffany quickly devised a plan to prevent any future rivalry by luring Heather down the path of becoming a pantyhose slut. As the younger blonde casually approached, Tiffany greeted her with an inviting smile. "You know what I was just thinking," Tiffany kindly suggested. "I've got all these nice clothes in my closet that don't fit me anymore. Maybe you should try them on and see if there's anything you like?" "Really?" Heather said, lighting right up. "That would be awesome. My mom never lets me wear anything cool." "Then, let's go check it out," Tiffany said, leading Heather by the hand. "We'll leave the boys here so they can roll around and sweat all over each other. They seem to like that." Adam scrunched his face in disgust. Dylan and Jonathan did the same. Heather and Tiffany held hands as they strolled out and filled the hallway with whispers and giggles. Dylan glanced up at Adam from the floor. "I think my sister likes you," he said. "That's why she gets all bossy like that." "Hmm," Adam said. "She's a little young for me, but she's got potential." "Shit," Jonathan said. "I'd fuck her." Adam sucked his teeth. "Don't be stupid," he said. "You can't fuck your own cousin." "Yeah," Dylan said. "That's gross." "C'mon," Jonathan said, with an emerging swagger that was most likely due to all the sex he was having. "You guys know what I mean. I'm just saying she looks good enough to fuck already." "Not as good as Tiff," Dylan said. "Not yet," Adam stated. "Give her a couple years." "See," Jonathan said. "Who cares if she's my cousin? I can still think about sliding my cock in that tight ass of hers. And I know I'm not the only one." "True," Adam said, nodding. "The thought did cross my mind." Jonathan laughed. "Yeah, like a thousand times," he said. "I saw the way you were checking her out. But you have to admit, her ass isn't nearly as nice your sister's." Adam cracked a faint smile. "Shannon does have a great ass," he mildly confessed. "No shit," Jonathan said. "I could squeeze that thing all day. Plus, she's got those great legs, too. Damn, her legs are nice." "Hang on," Adam said, raising his tone. "What's the deal with you? I've never heard you talk about Shannon like that before. Do you like her or something?" Jonathan shrugged. "Hadn't thought about it much," he said, pausing briefly. "Maybe." "Who's Shannon?" Dylan asked, as he fiddled with Jonathan's computer. "My kid sister," Adam said, as he turned to notice the navy blue pantyhose that Jonathan had carelessly left on his desk. "Are those yours?" "What?" Jonathan said, glancing around vaguely. "Those," Adam said, pointing. "On your desk...those pantyhose?" Jonathan shuffled over and scooped them right up. "These aren't important," he said, holding them behind his back. "Where'd you get them?" Adam asked. "Are they Tiffany's?" Jonathan nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I stole them from her room." Adam smiled. "Cool," he said. "I steal Shannon's all the time." "Really?" Jonathan said, raising an eyebrow. Adam nodded back discreetly. "But that's between you and me," he answered, reaching out. "Can I see those?" "These," Jonathan blushed. "No, you don't want to see these. If you want, I can get you a clean pair." "What for?" Adam said. "The whole point is to steal them when they're worn." "Then, why not ask Tiff?" Jonathan said. "I'm sure she'd give you some." "I have," Adam said, shaking his head. "She always tells me she'll get in trouble...like anyone would miss a pair of pantyhose." Jonathan smirked. "Obviously, you don't know my parents." Adam sighed. "That's another thing," he continued. "What's up with you and your parents? Tiffany makes it sound like you're all part of some cult or something. She refuses to talk about it. Maybe you can let me in on the big secret." "I can't," Jonathan said. "My parents would kill me." "Well, somebody needs to tell me what's going on," Adam said. "Maybe I'll just ask your parents myself." "No!" Jonathan shouted. "Trust me. You don't want to do that. Tiffany would get in so much in trouble." "Doesn't seem like I have much choice," Adam replied. "It's not like there's anyone else I can ask." Jonathan shook his head. "Not true," he answered. "There is one other person." "Who?" Adam insisted. Jonathan shrank back. "I'd rather not say." "Why not?" "Because I don't want you to kill me either." Adam gave Dylan a puzzled look. "Don't look at me," Dylan said, raising his hands. "I don't even live here." Seconds later, Heather and Tiffany reappeared at Jonathan's bedroom door. Tiffany noted her brother's heavy sigh of relief. It was Tiffany's idea to have Heather return in a naughty schoolgirl outfit. Heather was more than willing to go along with any wild suggestion. She idolized her beautiful and popular cousin, in much the same way that Tiffany idolized her mother. The young nervous blonde quietly entered in a white long-sleeved shirt, fully unbuttoned so her pert immature breasts were almost visible above the loose knot tied around her chest. Her flat lean stomach was beautifully exposed in the long stretch of skin beneath her gaping top. Her widening hips were impossible to hide under the rising hem of her short plaid miniskirt. Her narrow thighs glimmered from the alluring sheen of her suntan pantyhose, while her slender calves were charmingly adorned by a darling pair of sheer white knee-highs. To complete the look, Tiffany wisely selected a pair of brown leather loafers, with chunky two-inch heels. For herself, Tiffany chose a lacy white tie-front top, with dozens of tiny little peek-holes, each offering a teensy glimpse of her full naked breasts. Her fluorescent pink miniskirt had a shiny metallic finish intentionally designed to make the form-fitting material look glossy and wet. The final touch was a gleaming pair of white Sheer Energy pantyhose that sparkled all the way down to the open toes of her pink three-inch mules. Tiffany quietly studied the boys' reactions without saying a word. Her primary focus was Adam, who clearly had no idea where to look first. At first, she could feel it when his eyes slowly looked her over. Then, as if he honestly believed that his girlfriend would never notice, she watched as those same eyes casually shifted toward Heather. In contrast, Jonathan stood beside his bed completely slack-jawed, while Dylan sat on his cousin's desk with his head tilted as he squinted to even recognize his sister under all that makeup. Back in Tiffany's room, Heather had suggested letting her hair down. Yet, Tiffany wisely advised her to leave in the pigtails. Her skillful application of silver and gray eyeshadow added the perfect twinkle to her cousin's blue eyes, along with some black mascara to make her thin lashes look longer and fuller, and a light dusting of rosy blush to warm the paleness of her dimpled cheeks, all followed by a generous amount of frosty pink lip gloss to fully bring out the innocence of her sexy little pout. "Whoa," Dylan said, smiling at his sister. "You look like Britney Spears!" Heather playfully smiled back as she calmly revealed a cherry red lollipop from behind her back and then cheerfully stuck it in her mouth. With her head leaned to the side, she leisurely sucked it, with one finger twirling through her hair, and the tip of one shoe pointed against the floor. "Fuck Britney," Adam said, shaking his head. "She doesn't even come close." "And what about me?" Tiffany said, posing with her hands on her hips. "Oh, um," Adam stammered. "You look great, too. I just didn't expect Heather to come back looking so...different." Tiffany calmly folded her arms under her chest. "Heather and I had a long talk in my room," she said, teasing him with her suggestive tone. "I think she has something she wants to say to you." Adam turned toward Heather expectantly. Heather stood there wearing a sheepish grin. Tiffany then watched as her 12-year-old cousin cautiously approached her new boyfriend. "Adam," she said sweetly. "I'm really sorry I was rude to you earlier. I hope we can still be friends." "It's okay," Adam said, nodding over her. "You look so good now, I forgot all about it." Heather smiled. She looked over at Tiffany, who prompted her with the simple widening of her eyes. "There is something else," she added, with a nervous whisper. "I know that saying I'm sorry doesn't really make up for the way I treated you. So, I've been thinking, and umm...I really feel that I should be punished." Adam studied her briefly. He cleared his throat, and then mildly answered, "Exactly what kind of punishment do you mean?" Heather answered simply, "I want you to spank me." Adam blinked. "You what?" Heather nodded sincerely. "That's what my daddy does when I misbehave." "Then maybe you should let him do it." "I can't," she explained. "He doesn't live with us anymore." "Well, what about your mom?" he asked to which Heather shook her head emphatically. "Not hard enough," she said. "Not like daddy." "Is that what you like?" Adam wondered. "You like it when daddy spanks you hard?" Heather nodded so quickly her pigtails flapped. "That's why I need you to do it," she said. "You look almost as strong as him." "And what if I hurt you?" Heather shrugged. "Then that's what I get for being such a B-word." Tiffany smiled. Even dressed like a slut, Heather was still observing her mother's rule against swearing, a welcome bonus which only made seeing her corrupt vision brought to life all the more gratifying. As Tiffany watched further, her lungs filled with excitement and her head spun in anticipation of how far her cousin and her boyfriend might actually push each other. Adam looked down on Heather, as he boldly replied to her request. "Fine," he answered. "I'll spank you. Just remember you asked for it." Dylan chimed in from his perch on Jonathan's desk. "Don't go easy on her either," he said. "Last week, my mom found these dirty Japanese comics in Heather's school bag. Heather lied and said they were mine. I got grounded and she got a Carrie Underwood CD." "I never said they were yours," Heather protested. "All I said was I found them in your room, which was true and you know it." "So whose were they?" asked Adam. "My father's," Heather said. "He keeps them in the attic. He has all kinds of weird stuff up there." "Like what?" Jonathan asked. "Weird sex books," Heather said. "Girls getting tied up. Girls peeing on each other..." "And what about the one you were reading?" Adam inquired. "Um," she said, blushing. "It was a story about this little girl who has this really big... uh, you know... like a guy." Dylan laughed. "That one was pretty funny," he said. "I love the part when her friend starts playing with it and that white stuff squirts her in the eye." Jonathan chuckled. Tiffany kept quiet. Adam focused on Heather. "What about you?" he asked. "What did you think about it?" Heather shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "It seemed kind of gross at first, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like it might be kind of cool to...you know, have one of those things." "Have you ever seen one in real life?" "Just Dylan's," Heather said. "But that doesn't count." "Sure it does," Tiffany answered boldly. "Yeah," Dylan added. "Grandpa told me that mine is already huge. So there." Tiffany looked at her cousin curiously. "When did he tell you that?" "Last time he came to visit," Dylan said. "Like three months ago." "And how did he get to see it?" she asked. "I was in the pool," Dylan explained. "Mom always makes me take off my swim trunks before I come back inside. She hates when I leave the floor all wet." "So, what do you do?" Tiffany wondered. "Leave your shorts outside and walk through the house naked?" Dylan nodded. "If I don't, I get yelled at. Usually, Mom hands me a towel, but she wasn't there that day, so I asked Grandpa to grab one for me." "So, let me get this straight," Tiffany said. "You had just gotten out of the pool. You were freezing cold. And Grandpa still noticed how big you were?" Dylan nodded again. "I told him it was even bigger when it wasn't cold. That just made him laugh. He told me to call him when I get my first girlfriend." "Which won't be long now," Tiffany muttered, as she privately imagined what her grandfather must have seen. Adam then took a seat in the empty chair that Jonathan had brought upstairs from the dining room. He summoned Heather by slowly curling his index finger. She warily crept over and silently stood by his right side. "Bend over," Adam said. Heather looked over at Tiffany who was leaning against the far wall. Tiffany nodded and smiled reassuringly. As reluctant as Heather might have seemed, Tiffany knew she was only checking to make sure everything was going as planned. Tiffany remembered giving her mother the same look just before letting her father take her virginity. Her subtle vote of confidence was all the encouragement Heather needed to slowly lean over and stretch across Adam's lap. Adam looked up, eyes searching for his girlfriend's approval. Tiffany caught his sudden glance, then dropped her head and needlessly adjusted her top. When she looked back, Adam was leering over Heather with a spiteful look in his eyes. "Pull up your skirt," he ordered bitterly. Heather quietly complied. She reached back with both hands and patiently lifted the hem of her plaid miniskirt, raising the curtain on a golden pair of skintight pantyhose that firmly encased her laminated rump. Adam smoothed his hand over those silky cheeks on sight. Tiffany could hear the light sweeping sound as the nylon responded to his delicate touch. For a moment, she wanted to be in his place. Instead, she listened to the well-measured tone of his cool, intimidating voice. "So," Adam said, with Heather prostrated over his lap. "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?" Heather shook her head vehemently. "No," she insisted. "It wasn't my fault. Dylan took those comics, not me." "But you were the one reading them," he said, rubbing her ass softly. "Dylan read them, too," Heather whined. "I'm just the one who got caught." "Is that why you lied?" "I didn't lie," she answered. "Mom asked where I got them, so I told her. I didn't mean to get Dylan in trouble." "But he got grounded and you didn't," Adam said. "Did you think that was fair?" "Well, no," Heather admitted. "But that wasn't my fault. You can't blame it on me!" Adam whacked her on the ass. Heather squeaked. "Watch that attitude," he warned. "Now, I think you owe your brother an apology." "For what?" she asked. Adam answered with another hard swat. Heather winced. "Because I said so," he firmly insisted. Dylan sat on Jonathan's desk, smiling at the grim look of pain on his sister's face. "Yeah," he jeered. "Say you're sorry, or I'll spank you, too." Heather lashed back. "Shut up, Dylan! You big cry- baby!" Tiffany bristled. She knew what was coming. Adam's hand ripped across Heather's ass with a loud thwack. "Owwww!" Heather screamed. "Not so hard!" Adam shrugged. "I told you to watch that attitude." "But I wasn't even talking to you!" she answered back. Adam spanked her for that, too. "You must enjoy learning things the hard way," he said, as Heather squirmed against his groin. "No!" she pleaded. "I'm sorry, okay! I'm really sorry!" "Bullshit," Adam said. "Say it like you mean it, or I'll tan your ass good." "Do it anyway," her brother said heartlessly. "Mom lets her get away with everything." "Dylan, I swear to God," Heather fumed. "When we get home, I'm beating the crap out of you." Adam shattered her with another resounding slap. Heather shrieked. One painful smack followed another. Tiffany could almost feel the burn as Adam branded her through that thin layer of pantyhose. After three brutal strokes, Adam finally stopped. He flapped his hand around just to relieve the sting. Tiffany smiled. She couldn't believe that her hunky boyfriend had actually hurt himself on those tight little buns. When she turned to Jonathan, he was standing by the bed, deeply focused on the suntan pantyhose, which Heather had been surprisingly excited to put on. She turned back to find Adam gaping over Heather's defenseless body as if a fortune had fallen in his lap. "Now," Adam whispered. "Give your brother a proper apology, before I pull down your pantyhose and leave your ass red for days." Heather trembled. "I'm sorry, Dylan," she answered suddenly. "I'm sorry I got you in trouble. I should have stuck up for you. I'll make it up to you, I promise." Heather was clearly on the verge of tears. Tiffany wasn't sure if the spanking or something else had brought them on. She wondered if maybe Heather really was using Adam to replace the attention she missed from her father. "So, what do you think, Dylan?" Adam said, turning to the desk. "Are you satisfied?" Dylan rubbed his chin. "Almost," he said. "But I also want a new CD." Adam nodded. "Sounds fair," he said, turning back to Heather. "Twenty bucks should cover it." "No way!" Heather refused. "I'm not giving him my allowance!" Tiffany braced herself instantly. She turned her head and closed her eyes, as her foolish cousin received yet another blistering smack. "Owwwww!" Heather wailed on impact. Adam snickered. "Scream all you want. You still have to pay up." "But it's not fair," she sobbed. "If I give him my money, then I'll have nothing all week." "Too bad," Adam said. "Do it, or you'll be too sore to sit down tomorrow." Heather whimpered. Tiffany didn't enjoy seeing her cry. Finally, she intervened. "Adam," she said. "That's enough. You're scaring her." "What do you mean?" he replied. "She said this is what she wanted." "Well, it's not," Tiffany said, shaking her head. "She never wanted you to hurt her. She only wanted you to like her." Adam frowned. He rested one hand on Heather's shoulder and carefully guided her up to her feet. Heather stood beside him with her hands innocently held behind her back. Adam looked her directly in the eye. "Did you really go through all of this just to impress me?" he asked. Heather quietly nodded. Adam leaned forward and scratched his head. "I don't know what to say," he told her. "A smile and a handshake would have been fine." "Tiffany said if I could get you to spank me, then she'd let me keep this outfit," Heather explained. "My mom never lets me wear stuff like this. So I figured it was worth it." "You can't even wear pantyhose?" Jonathan asked. Heather shook her head. "Mom says they're just for grown ups," she answered. "That's why I wish your mom was our mom, too. You guys get to do whatever you want." "Yeah," Dylan said. "We love Aunt Shelly. She lets you guys swear and watch R-rated movies. Your mom kicks ass!" Tiffany smiled. "She is pretty cool," she said, as she noticed what looked like a pair of blue pantyhose hanging out of her brother's pocket. "Johnny," she asked curiously. "Are those the same pantyhose you found in..." "Shhh!" Jonathan replied, hushing her quickly. Tiffany remembered Adam and turned beet red as she realized her enormous gaffe. Adam sprang from his seat. "The same pantyhose he found where?" he asked bluntly. "Nothing, never mind," Tiffany said. "Why don't we play truth or dare, or something?" Adam pointed at Jonathan with an accusing finger. "You didn't steal those pantyhose from Tiffany, did you? You stole them from Shannon!" "No," Jonathan said in a panic. "I didn't steal them, I swear. She just gave them to me." Adam looked at him doubtfully. "Why the hell would she do that?" "Maybe she wanted to thank him," Tiffany answered. Adam spun around and faced her directly. "Thank him for what?" "For getting from Jonathan what she's never gotten from you." "Oh," he asked forcefully, "and what's that?" Tiffany stared back calmly and softly answered, "Sex." "Hold on," Adam said, raising one hand. "Are you saying that your kid brother fucked my little sister?" Tiffany blinked. "Yes." Adam took a step closer. Tiffany held her ground. "And how do you know that for sure?" he asked directly. "Because," she answered boldly. "I was there. We were all there." Adam frowned. "You mean you watched the whole thing?" "No," Tiffany said, shaking her head. "Actually, Shannon and I started kissing first and then...I don't know...it just happened." "I can't believe this," Adam said, grabbing his forehead. "You had a fucking threesome with my sister... and your own brother?" Tiffany didn't say a word. Jonathan quickly came to her defense. "Adam," he said. "It was my fault. They caught me with the pantyhose and..." "Shut up!" Adam said, glaring at Tiffany with a hint of pain in his otherwise angry voice. "I can't believe you've been lying about this all day." "I didn't lie about it on purpose," Tiffany said, dropping her head. "I just needed time to figure out how to tell you. I never expected you to find out like this. I'm sorry." "God, Tiff," Adam said, scowling. "I was actually starting to feel guilty about all that shit I said in the car," he said, shaking his head. "Now, I find out that you cheated on me with your own brother. I should have known there was something wrong with your family." "Please, Adam," Tiffany said earnestly. "Don't overreact like you always do. I know it sounds crazy, but all I'm asking you to do is trust me. There's nothing going on with my family that you can't be involved in, too." "Oh, like what?" Adam said grudgingly. "Can I come over for dinner tomorrow night and fuck your mother?" "Maybe," Tiffany said seriously. "Is that what you want?" Adam slapped his forehead. "Jesus Christ!" he shouted. "I was joking!" Tiffany shook her head and soberly replied, "Well, my family isn't a joke." Adam sighed. "I'm not saying that," he said. "I'm just a little shocked right now. My head is still spinning from all that spanking," he said, rubbing his forehead. "Now, I hear about this. Honestly, I don't think I could handle any more surprises." Tiffany smiled at him and whispered softly, "Then I suppose this would probably be a bad time to mention how badly Shannon wants to fuck you." Adam just stood there like he could barely breathe. "It's true," she added. "She talks about you all the time. She brags about what a great body you have and how you look like Keanu Reeves. Half the time, she doesn't even realize she's doing it. Did you know that she likes to sneak in your room while you're sleeping...just to look at your cock?" Adam shook his head. Tiffany kept talking as she slowly moved forward. "Well, she does," Tiffany said. "She knows if you're having a really hot dream when you start to get hard. She loves that." Adam remained silent, as the sweat returned to his brow. "Uh, Tiff," Heather observed. "I think your boyfriend's in a coma." "That's okay," she said, dropping to her knees. "I think I can wake him out of it." As she knelt before him, Tiffany calmly unbuckled Adam's belt and patiently pulled down his shorts. The excitement of giving Adam a blowjob for the first time thrilled her to no end. She couldn't begin to guess how many girls had sucked his cock up until that point, but it didn't matter to her. She intended to use all of the skills she had learned from her mom and dad in those secret training sessions to give her new boyfriend an oral experience that would literally blow away any and all competition. Adam's strapping cock greeted her with its bulbous knob. Tiffany enveloped it between her cloudy lips and lowered her head so the sensitive glans slid over her silky tongue. The musky stench of his hot sweaty balls made her nostrils flare and inhale. The thought of licking that salty bag made her drool even more. Slowly, her velvet tongue merged with the spongy underside of his pulsing shaft. She gorged every meaty inch down the back of her throat and tingled all over from the mouth-watering pleasure of each savory suck. Dylan sat there with his eyes glued to the riveting action. When Dylan couldn't take watching anymore, he hopped down, dropped his shorts and stuck his big woody in Tiffany's face. "Do me, too!" he begged in his little voice. With one look at Dylan's cock, Tiffany's eyes goggled. With a full throbbing erection, the boy already had her brother beat by a good half an inch. It wasn't as thick as Adam's, but she could easily tell by the time her cousin filled out that his manhood would probably even surpass her father. "Good God!" Tiffany said, gasping in shock. "That thing is huge!" Dylan nodded happily and smiled. "Can you fit it all in your mouth?" Tiffany smiled back. "You're about to find out," she answered, diving on it instantly. Tiffany moaned as she tasted the salty flavor while skillfully ingesting Dylan's hefty third leg. She slurped, slithered and sucked herself into a drooling frenzy of cock-sucking bliss as her head recklessly bobbed and swiveled up, down and all around her cousin's absurdly large unit. "I want to do that, too!" Heather whined as she quickly knelt beside Tiffany on the mattress and carefully studied her talented cousin with open-mouthed envy. "C'mon Tiff!" Heather pleaded. "Teach me how to do it, too!" Reluctantly, Tiffany came up for air. "You want me to teach you how to suck cock?" Heather flapped her pigtails again. "Pretty please!" "Okay, okay," Tiffany agreed, sliding back to her boyfriend. "First, watch what I do to Adam, and then you can practice on your brother." Heather answered okay. Then, Tiffany turned back to Adam's raging hard-on, opened her mouth and softly swirled her tongue around the head. She watched Heather lean over to Dylan's cock and mirror her perfectly. She then closed her lips around the head, sucked quickly and released. Heather did likewise. She titled her head and dragged her tongue down the full length of Adam's shaft and then watched as Heather mimicked her with surprising accuracy. As hard as Tiffany tried to focus on Heather's form, the distracting size of Dylan's enormous cock was completely unavoidable. Tiffany reeled just looking at that astonishing shaft, so boldly and proudly saluting her as it loomed mightily, reaching toward the ceiling. She watched with envy as Heather's tongue slowly peeked out, gently dabbing her brother's cock like the tip of a feather, brushing the stiff outer surface until every inch glistened with her abundant spit. Returning to Adam, Tiffany dove for his weighty balls, using her spongy tongue to zestfully lave his hairy sac in a dreamy state of elation. Adam's heartfelt groan was the first audible sound he had made in several minutes. Heather quickly followed suit, moving down to clean Dylan's fuzzy scrotum with her restless pink tongue. "You learn fast," Tiffany said, with true admiration. "Let's see how much you can take in your mouth." Heather nodded. With no coaching, she quickly sat up and dropped her jaw so her mouth was completely wide open. She lowered her open mouth over Dylan's cock until the shaft was only halfway visible to Tiffany's eyes. When the head butted against her tonsils, she jumped back instantly. "Slow down, sweetie," Tiffany said. "That's no lollipop you're sucking there." Heather panted. "But you make it look so easy," she said. "I just thought it would go right down." "Well, it does," Tiffany said. "But first you have to learn how to relax your throat." "What should I do?" "Take him in your mouth," Tiffany said. "Slide your tongue all the way out. Then, go down really slow. When it feels like it won't go back any further, imagine you're eating something really good and then swallow. That will open your throat. Once it opens, you should be able to gulp his cock right down," she said. "The key is to breathe so you don't choke. Just inhale through your nose, and then slide back as you let the air out. The more you practice, the easier it will get." "How did you learn?" Heather asked. "From my mom," Tiffany said, with a smile. "She lets me practice on my father." "God, I wish I lived with you guys," Heather said. "Our mom doesn't let us do anything." "Tiff," Jonathan said, as he knelt down on the mattress. "Aren't you going to tell her what happens at the end?" Heather sucked her teeth. "I already know that," she said, rolling her eyes. "That white gooey stuff shoots out, with all his little tadpole thingies." "They're called sperm," Tiffany said. "And the white gooey stuff is called cum. Aunt Shelly and I like to drink it. You should try it sometime. It's really good for you." Heather was about to answer, when Jonathan slid his hands under her skirt. "Hey," she said, over her shoulder. "What are you trying to do?" "See if you're wet," he answered, as his fingers traveled over Heather's pantyhose-fettered mound. He turned to Tiffany and confirmed with a short, simple nod. The knowing smile on Jonathan's face mainly confirmed that Heather's initiation was proceeding on schedule. Dylan required even less effort to convert considering how stiff his cock was already and how quickly he had accepted the idea of letting his sister practice sucking it while his cousins watched. As Tiffany continued her hands-on lesson in the art of fellatio, the look on Adam's face suggested that he was probably not adjusting to the Harpers penchant for family sex nearly as easily as Heather and Dylan. Tiffany could understand how shocking it must have been for Adam to learn that his sister had already had sex with her and Jonathan at the same time. Now, here she was following that revelation with a demonstration on cock-sucking for her pre-teen cousin, all of which happened within an hour after their first official date. Still, Tiffany had to assume that none of that was harder for Adam to process than being told how his sister truly felt about him, how much Shannon would give anything to be right where she was at that moment, on her knees worshipping her brother's cock. As strongly as Shannon yearned for Adam, Tiffany believed she desired him even more. Her mother had not been much older than Tiffany was currently when she and her father had first met and later fell in love. She needed Adam to see what her family was really like so that maybe her parents would accept him instead of forcing her to keep that ridiculous promise which she never should have agreed to in the first place. She gambled on the chance that she and Adam shared a mutual lust for his sister, a lust through which she had hoped that Adam might realize how much both of them had in common. The last thing Tiffany wanted to do was scare him away, but like her parents, she sensed there was one thing Adam loved which made them the perfect match. She reluctantly pulled her mouth away from Adam's cock, and then teasingly lifted the bottom of her hip-hugging spandex skirt. "Do you like my pantyhose?" she said, fanning her fingers and rubbing them against the silky white nylon sealed to her thighs. Adam smiled and nodded his head appreciatively. "I do," he answered. "Did you wear those just for me?" Tiffany answered with a sexy smile. She flipped her hair and stared deep into his eyes. "Of course," she said, in her most sensible and considerate tone. "I had to put some on again," she added selflessly, "especially after what you did to my last pair." Adam blushed. The memory must have excited him because his cock swelled before Tiffany's eyes the moment she brought it up. "I'm sorry about that," he said. "I know you probably wanted to make out. I just got too excited. I never expected anything like that to happen at school." Tiffany frowned. "You mean all that cum you shot everywhere had nothing to do with my legs?" Adam shook his head. "It was everything," he said, awkwardly trying to explain, "your face, your legs, your uniform...but especially those pretty tights or whatever you call them." "The other girls wear tights," Tiffany said. "Danskin usually," she added. "But they're more expensive so I always wear pantyhose. I guess we're just harder on them in my family." Adam laughed. "You must go through a lot of them." Tiffany just looked at him and smiled. "Hang around this house long enough...you'll understand." Jonathan lied under Heather with his hand rubbing her moist crotch while she greedily gorged herself on Dylan's meaty cock. The friction of Jonathan's hand on her clit caused her to slowly rotate her hips, undulating in lewd fashion as her head bobbed vigorously over her brother's swollen knob. "Damn, Tiff," Jonathan said of his sister's protégé, "Look at her go. She's almost as good a cocksucker as you. What do you think, Dylan? Feels pretty good, huh?" Dylan had barely said a word since the first moment that Heather gobbled that huge fucking thing in her mouth. Both he and Tiffany were both mesmerized by the act of making of what had to be no less than eight inches of solid man-meat repeatedly disappear down Heather's throat. Tiffany had to admit the girl was a natural. She appeared to have little or no gag reflex whatsoever. She watched in admiration as the natural fluids induced by the persistent fucking of her juicy mouth sloppily dribbled out in long crystal strands that oozed from the corners of Heather's mouth and ran down her chin. "Yeah, that's it," Tiffany said encouragingly. "Let all the spit pour out of your mouth. God, that looks so hot. Let him fuck your face." "Hmmphhh sshhlluupphh ggglluurrkk," was all Tiffany heard as Heather took to her new talent like a duck to water. Clearly, whatever gene it was that made her whole family so incredibly virile and horny everyday, Heather and Dylan had it in spades. "What do you think, Tiff?" Jonathan asked, "Do you think Heather's ready to lose her cherry tonight?" Tiffany had her hand around Adam's cock. She swiveled her wrist as she shuffled her fingers around the glans making his knees wobble each time. "I don't know about that," she answered. "Just because she can handle a cock in her mouth, doesn't mean she's ready to fuck yet. I don't think we should rush her into anything." "Maybe you're right," he said reasonably. "But either way, my balls are on fire right now. I need to fuck someone. I don't care who it is." "Don't look at me," Adam said. Jonathan laughed. "No worries, bud," he said. "I'm not that horny. But I do wish your sister was here." "Yeah, so do I," Adam said. "I don't know what I'm going to say to her tonight." "You don't have say anything," Tiffany responded. Her eyes were glued to the appetizing sight of pre-cum oozing down the bloated head of his blood-engorged rod. "All you have to do is pull this baby out and I guarantee Shannon will take it from there." Adam smiled. "You really think it will be that easy?" Tiffany smiled back. "It worked on me," she said, with a subtle wink, "why would your sister be any different?" Adam quietly let the thought register in his head and then nodded conclusively as his eyes drifted off to what Tiffany logically deduced were visions of things to come. Heather finally grew tired of holding her mouth open as Dylan incessantly sawed his cock back and forth down her gurgling throat. "When does all the white stuff come out?" Heather wondered, with beads of sweats glistening off her brow. Tiffany thought about it and realized that Dylan, being only ten, was possibly still waiting to have his first wet dream. "I don't know," she answered, before questioning the well-hung young stud. "Dylan, have you ever woken up in the middle of the night with your sheets all wet?" Dylan nodded and smiled with his big adorable dimples. "Uh huh," he told her. "Mom always yells at me for it when she cleans my room. I tell her it's an accident but she doesn't believe me. " "That's because you're a big fat liar," Heather said, turning to Tiffany. "When Dad was still at home, I heard Mom tell him that she caught Dylan master, umm, master...shit...you know, whacking off in his room." "So," Dylan said. "Daddy told me that it wasn't bad. He also said he talked to Mom and she promised not to punish me for it. He even said that he was proud of me because Mom told him that she couldn't believe how big I was, or how much stuff came out when I was done." Adam looked at Tiffany, frowning curiously. "I wonder how she knew that." Jonathan blurted, "She was probably watching the whole time. My aunt Kayla likes to pretend she's innocent, but anyone who grew up in the same house with our mom can't be too different on the inside." Tiffany nodded. "That's true. If she wasn't so uptight, I could see her being a real slut. She's got the looks. Too bad she has such a lame attitude." Heather quickly came to her mother's defense. "My mom isn't lame," she said emphatically. "My mom buys us presents and bakes cookies for us whenever we want. She may not be as fun as Aunt Shelly but she's all by herself now and she's lonely since Daddy left." Tiffany considered Heather's innocent words of wisdom from her knelt position between Adam's legs and realized the precocious young blonde had a very good point. "Where is your mother anyway?" Tiffany asked. "She went to see Daddy," Heather said. "I think they're supposed to decide if they still want to get a divorce." "Really?" Jonathan said, scrunching his face doubtfully. "When Mom left, she told me that her and Kayla were going shopping. That's why you guys got here early." Knowing her mother's one track mind, Tiffany started slowly piecing the whole puzzle together. She knew Kayla's husband had a thing for younger women. Peter had always been a huge flirt. It was pretty hard not to notice the way he leered at her from a distance whenever Kayla invited her and Jonathan over for dinner. Peter was neither ruggedly handsome like Tiffany's father, nor did he have that dark, brooding quality like Adam. He was more of a pretty boy whose cockiness had always been kind of a turn off. Still, Tiffany couldn't deny that he was extremely good looking by anyone's standards and it had always been clear to her that Kayla was still madly in love with him even after what Shelly had once described to Tiffany as a "minor indiscretion with a young Hooters girl." The pantyhose connection wasn't lost on Tiffany who knew from their own interactions that Peter seemed to enjoy seeing her in her uniform. Despite the fact that her high school football team was actually pretty awful, Peter had still taken the time to show up at a few of their games just to sit in the bleachers and cheer along with both of her obnoxiously loud, but fiercely supportive parents. If her assumption was right, then she already had a pretty good idea of what her mother's plan probably was to help Kayla win back her man. She looked over at Jonathan who was now rubbing his hands all over Heather's nylon-covered ass as Tiffany broke his concentration. "I could be wrong," she said, imagining her Aunt Kayla somewhere in the city wearing something every bit as tawdry and ill-fitting as her own lacy white top, which barely contained her soft melon breasts, or the narrow band of Lycra taped around her perfect bubble butt like shrink-wrap, which Tiffany passed off as skirt, "but I think I l know what Mom's up to," she added, briefly amusing herself with the vision of a scandalous outfit that produced sudden, involuntary erections among men of all ages, the kind of sinful ensemble that a prudish woman like Kayla couldn't possibly conceive without the help of Tiffany's lustful mother who, along with proudly proclaiming herself as a true All-American slut, had also spent months training her teenage daughter on the power of pantyhose and just how to use them to seduce anyone at any time, invaluable lessons that Tiffany had learned so well. The whole time she was thinking, Tiffany continued to absently stroke Adam's semi-hard cock as he stood there held by her gentle grip with her wrist steadily churning up and down. "No offense, Tiff," Adam said bravely. "But if you don't mind, I've got to know what it feels like to get deep throated by a twelve year old." Tiffany laughed. "I'm surprised you waited this long," she said, with a playful grin. "Johnny looks like he's getting pretty worked up over there too. Why don't we put this mattress back on the bed where you can guys both lay back? Then we'll see if Heather can handle two cocks at once." Heather's eye popped open immediately. "I get to suck on their thingy's too," she said cheerfully. "God, Tiff, I just love you!" Dylan sprang up and shouted enviously, "Hey, what about me?" Tiffany turned toward her eager cousin, reached out and rubbed his little rosy cheek with the back of her hand. "Don't worry, honey," she whispered reassuringly. "I've got plans for you, too." As Tiffany spoke, Adam and Jonathan lifted her brother's mattress and placed it back on the bed. They covered it under his navy blue sheets and his matching bedspread. They climbed up, with their heads toward the wall, leaving room in the middle, as they laid side by side, both cocks fully hard, eyes trained on Heather, who stood there in her bouncy pigtails and her little schoolgirl outfit, with her own eyes wide as saucers. She kicked off her cousin's shoes and then joyfully hopped up between them looking more excited over the sight of two hard cocks than if she had woken up on Christmas morning to find every present under the tree was just for her. Tiffany moved the dining room chair so the boys were now facing her, as Heather crouched between them, with her little hands reaching and curling around both cocks at once. Tiffany assumed Adam and Jonathan would enjoy getting a nice view of her long legs in her sparkly white pantyhose. So she sat down with her legs spread eagle and then slipped her fingers under the waistband, ready to give some much needed to attention to the nagging itch that came from her overheated clit. She diddled the swollen nub with her middle finger as she carefully studied Heather and how she would handle the meaty challenge that had risen before her. While Jonathan's penis was far from small, Adam definitely had him outmatched in both length and girth. Tiffany couldn't help seeing the slight look of jealousy on her brother's face when Heather zoomed in on Adam's tasty cock first; making a loud gurgling sound as it sank passed her lips and caused her to moan from what Tiffany knew all too well was the brutal ecstasy of a blunt instrument clogging her throat. With Adam keeping Heather's mouth chock full of cock, she still managed to deftly use her right hand to keep Jonathan nice and hard, jerking and sucking all at once, with spit flying and pigtails flopping every which way. Tiffany was impressed. As Tiffany sat there fingering her juicy cunt, the frustration of trying to get at her burning twat while fighting against the stingy elastic band around her waist forced her to take immediate measures. She shrugged at no one in particular in that fraction of a second before she quickly resigned herself to destroying another pair. She tore through the nylon using her sharp nails and then hastily freed her steaming pussy from the confines of her restrictive pantyhose, breaching the white crotch with a forceful and decisive rip. Tiffany looked over at Dylan who was standing directly between Jonathan's bed and the chair in which she was now busily fucking herself with her two middle fingers. She swooned at the twisted sight of his angelic face, with his blonde hair and precious dimples, foolishly attempting to use his puny hands in a wasted effort to tame the unholy beast that raged between his legs. Her stabbing fingers worked to keep pace with the rapid-fire motion of her cousin's fist as Dylan savagely pummeled his rampant cock with furious vigor. The longer he went on, the more Tiffany marveled how a ten year old boy could jerk himself off with such intensity and not come after the first few seconds. She had to assume his stamina came from hours of practice, some of which her Aunt Kayla had apparently witnessed first hand, a thought which had been firmly lodged in the back of the young cheerleader's perverted mind as she considered the suddenly real possibility of spreading her parent's rules to the whole family. While Tiffany was drooling over Dylan's enormous cock, Jonathan let out a loud groan that meant Heather must have finally switched over to show him what she could do with her highly aggressive little mouth. Tiffany glanced over at Adam, making a point to smile while he gazed longingly at the sight of her greased fingers slicing in and out of her steaming hole. Amazingly, Heather's tenacious left hand never released Adam's rod. The veiny shaft was slick from all the gooey spittle she had left behind, providing Heather with a perfect lubricant for her relentless hand job. The hungry look in Adam's eyes sent chills down Tiffany's spine as she sensed full well how desperately he wanted to replace her fingers with his achingly hard cock. The more he watched and the more Tiffany considered breaking her promise, the more her pussy dripped until her steaming crotch felt like a swamp. The juices sprinkling from her watery slit stained the pristine finish of her shimmering white pantyhose, causing dark splotches that slowly spread and blended together, until every stitch of her shredded pantyhose was soaked with girl-cum and completely stuck to her thighs. Desperate to come and horny beyond belief, Tiffany reached over and grabbed Dylan who yelped in surprise as Tiffany pushed him down to his knees. With one hand spreading her snatch open and the other pressed against the back of Dylan's head, she snarled at the slavish combination of pleasure and fear on her cousin's panic- stricken face. "You know how always lick the plate on Thanksgiving," she said, as her otherwise mellow voice took on a sudden boldness. Dylan looked up and nodded quietly, before Tiffany spoke again. "Do you see where I have my finger?" she patiently added, pointing to the bud of her throbbing clit to which Dylan responded by nodding like an obedient lap dog. Tiffany looked Dylan squarely in the eye and then proceeded to direct him in no uncertain terms. "I want you to lick me right there." Dylan eyed the spot carefully, then looked up with his eyes squinted and his nose crinkled in misunderstanding. "So," he said, clearly perplexed, "You want me to lick that spot the same way I lick my plate?" "Yes," Tiffany said, pulling his head closer. "Do it now!" By then, any attempt to protest was cut off as Tiffany took his head and shoved it against her hot sticky pouch. Out of courage or distress, Dylan promptly followed orders making Tiffany squeal as his wormy little tongue sputtered over her ultra-sensitive nub at warp speed. "Unnggghhaawwdddd," Tiffany bellowed, as her head flew back and her legs snapped together, trapping Dylan's head between her damp silky thighs. "Ohhhh ffffuuuccckk!!!" she wailed. "Ohhh yyyeessss!!! Lick my pussy Dylan! Lick it! Lick it harder! Come on! Ohhhh sshiittt! Yeah! There you go! Do it sweetie! Lick that goddamn pussy!!!" Tiffany couldn't stop screaming as she recklessly left her helpless cousin with no options other than to keep his little tongue moving as she locked him between her stronger athletic thighs. "Hmmmppphhh," Dylan whimpered. "Shhhliicckk shluurrppp shhlliicckk shluurrphhh hmmphhh hmmpppp HMMMPPPPHH!!!" Tiffany bit hard on her bottom lip, with her eyelids sealed and her head lolling about ecstatically as the flickering sensations of Dylan's velvety tongue grew faster and more urgent. The captive fourth grader attacked her clit with everything he had in his little body perhaps sensing that it was the only way he could break free. "Ohhhmmmyyygaawwddd!!!" Tiffany hollered. "Mmmmyeeesssss gonna cum gonna cum ohhh gawwwdd yesss yessss I'm gonna cum...right now...on your fucking tongue...yessss!!! There it is!!! Ohh yeahh I'm cumming ohhhmyygawwdd I'm cumming yeeaahh yeaahhh yeahhh OHHH FUCK YEEAAHHH!!!" Tiffany rollicked from the sheer seismic force of the momentous orgasm that shook not just her but everyone within earshot as an endless flurry of high-pitched moaning and shrieking rang out from her flailing body until finally her limbs went limp and Dylan wearily slumped to the floor. "Oh God!" Tiffany said, stricken with fear and regret as the sound of her exhausted cousin dropping to the floor snapped her back to reality. She instantly knelt down and propped him up under both arms. Her fragrant juices coated his weary face with a shiny glaze. "Oh, my God, Dylan! I'm so sorry," she said, wiping his face. "Talk to me, sweetie. Are you okay?" Dylan took a long deep breath, and then slowly looked up, with his eyelashes fluttering dazedly. He calmly smiled, smacked his lips together and then quietly whispered, "Better than Mom's gravy." The moment Tiffany realized Dylan was fine, she smirked at his corny joke, let out a nervous laugh, and then playfully bopped him on the head. "You little shit," she said, tickling the boy with her finger. "I thought you fainted or something. You scared the shit out of me." Dylan just shrugged and giggled as Tiffany tickled him harder. Adam looked truly relieved that nothing was wrong, but all Heather did was look down, see her brother smiling, and then turned back to continue feasting on Jonathan's cock. The familiar hum of the garage door slowly opening downstairs signaled to Tiffany that her mother had finally returned which, of course, meant to her that once she and Heather were done playing with the boys, then maybe she could get some answers about Kayla and Peter. "Is that Mom?" Jonathan asked hopefully. Tiffany nodded. "It's almost eight," she said. "I'm sure Kayla and Peter are having dinner by now. Mom probably did some more shopping on the way home," she figured. Moments later, Adam turned his to the sound of footsteps lumbering up the stairs. "Do you think I should go?" he asked nervously. "Your mom barely knows me. The last thing I want to do is piss her off." "Don't be silly," Tiffany said, waving her hand, "My mom is way cool. Plus, she's already said how much she would really enjoy getting to know you," she added calmly. As the footsteps drew closer, Tiffany's words set everyone at ease, so no one was expecting it seconds later, when Greg suddenly entered the room. Adam and Jonathan were still lying on the bed with their cocks out. Heather was still between them, bent over, with her ass smothered in pantyhose, pointed directly at her uncle's incredulous face. On the floor, Tiffany was still kneeling with young Dylan languishing in her arms. Her bald dewy folds were openly exposed through the rip in her white pantyhose, while Dylan's semi-erect penis flopped about lewdly between his open legs. "Holy shit," Greg said, as he scanned the room with the same look on his face as the time Tiffany flashed her tits at Disneyland. His speech was slurred which also suggested he was probably still pretty buzzed from all the beers he'd been drinking that evening. He nodded his head in everyone's direction, sniffed once or twice, and then joked lightheartedly, "If I'd known you kids were throwing a party, I would have stayed home." Tiffany glanced over to Jonathan who silently blinked back in his typically clueless fashion. Greg promptly crossed the room, stepped right over Dylan and stuck his hand toward the one person he had never met. "Greg Harper," he said with the cordial smile of a politician running for office. "You must be Adam." Adam instinctively pulled up his cargo shorts and then stammered awkwardly as he reached out to shake Greg's hand. "I'm a...I'm a friend of Tiffany's," he stumbled. "Shannon's my sister." "Oh, I know," Greg said, releasing his firm grip. "Your father and I are golfing buddies," he explained as he calmly looked around. He looked quite different without his usual shirt and tie. His red and gold Trojans tee- shirt really showed off his hard chest and broad shoulders. Judging from the scruffy overgrowth on his face, Tiffany guessed that he probably hadn't shaved since Friday morning either. "Looks like you've made yourself right at home, huh?" he said, smiling at Tiffany's friend. Adam was barely able to make eye contact, but he smiled politely and nodded again as Greg balled his fist and tapped him with a light punch to his left shoulder. Heather looked extremely excited to have another man in the room to admire her transformation. Still sitting on her knees, she spun around on Jonathan's bed, smiling from ear to ear, as she posed with her elbows out and her hands resting on her skinny waist. "Hi, Uncle Greg!" she said, waving delightfully. "Do you like my new clothes?" With a raised brow, Greg quietly appraised Heather's school girl ensemble, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "It's very nice," he said finally, before turning down to query Tiffany. "I assume this was your handiwork?" Tiffany nodded and smiled. "Old stuff... doesn't fit me anyway. Figured why waste it?" she reasoned. "Hey, Heather," she said turning back to her animated cousin. "Why don't you show your uncle what else you can do?" Heather's eyes instantly lit up as she scooted back toward Jonathan who was now leaning back with his head against the wall. She stretched over him at a ninety- degree angle, so her pantyhose-bundled ass and legs now faced his bedroom window. Jonathan's penis was still quite hard as none of this was particularly unusual for the boy considering that he fucked at least one member of his family on a daily basis. "Look Uncle Greg!" Heather chirped excitedly as she leaned her head down over Jonathan's stiff dick. "Look what Tiffany taught me," she said, as she eagerly opened her pretty mouth and then wolfed down a good seven plus inches with barely a hiccup. Tiffany studied Greg's reaction. His eyes slowly closed about halfway. It seemed as if he was partly watching but mostly thinking pretty intently as he quietly observed his niece's amazing display. Heather clearly wanted to impress her uncle, so she repeatedly swallowed Jonathan's cock deep into the boundless reaches of her open throat. The sheer spectacle of his young niece gleefully sucking his son's cock clearly excited Tiffany's father as he slowly started to rub himself, squeezing the bulge which Tiffany could see was now growing rapidly through the front of his baggy jeans. Jonathan closed his eyes, hissed like a kettle, then threw his head back and groaned loudly, while Heather continued her oral frenzy as if hell-bent on punishing her own throat. His bloated cockhead distended her larynx like a snake trying to swallow a mouse. Jonathan grunted, "Fuck, she's gonna make me cum!" Tiffany chimed in instructively. "He likes it when you rub his balls." Heather listened, using her dainty fingers to cup and fondle her cousin's sac making Jonathan flinch and tremble near the verge of what his sister expected would happen at any moment. Heather may have been a natural, but Tiffany still felt the need to warn her anyway. "Heather," she said calmly. "Mmm hmmm," the girl answered. Even then, her sucking mouth never let go. She seemed to enjoy it that much. "Heather, you're doing great, sweetheart," Tiffany said encouragingly. "But I think Johnny is getting close now. Do you understand?" Heather's only visible response was a subtle nod between her desperate slurps. Her once pretty face had been completely washed by drool and snot bubbles that foamed from her nose and mouth and dribbled down her chin. From the back of her straining throat, the 12-year-old gurgled, "Hhheeesshh... sshhhggonna... ggguuummm!!!" Tiffany nodded and smiled proudly. "That's right," she said. "He's gonna come. And Johnny can come a lot. If you want, I can help you." Heather threw up her left hand. "Uh uh!" she protested instantly. "Ahh can dooit mmyyysshhellfff!!" Tiffany got the message and quickly backed off. She watched quietly, along with Adam, Dylan and her newly arrived father, as Heather's blonde ambition was joyously realized in the moment when Jonathan reared off the bed and howled so loudly that their deep sibling connection made Tiffany moan and shudder right along with him. Tiffany then focused on Heather's blue eyes which suddenly flashed open, followed by a squeal and then a blissful murmur. Her eyelids dimmed and her hollow cheeks slowly puffed out until Tiffany caught her first glimpse of that precious white stuff as it gradually began to trickle from the corners of Heather's mouth, rivers of delectable semen that leaked down her cousin's heavenly face, echoing the errant dribbles of warm milk that Heather always spilled from drinking too fast. As Jonathan reveled in the throes of his continuing orgasm, each powerful spasm made Tiffany's mouth water at the thought of another delicious wad of her brother's tasty jizz spewing into her cousin's mouth. Tiffany would have to train her how to swallow but she still enjoyed the obscene image of warm spunk gushing from her cousin's mouth in gooey ribbons of thick creamy splooge that rolled down over Jonathan's hairless balls and Heather's fingers. As Greg ominously dropped his pants, he seemed to be studying Heather rather intently as he calmly undressed and whispered reservedly, "Very impressive." Tiffany watched keenly as the crimson head of her father's massive and menacingly hard cock boldly presented itself, dwarfing every other male in the room, including Adam and young Dylan who was watching with renewed interest as Greg staggered over toward his older sister. Heather didn't look up right away. Her head was still bobbing over Jonathan's lap. Greg announced himself with the subtle clearing of his throat. With her spongy lips still sealed around the swollen head of Jonathan's cock, Heather crooked her head sideways to peek in the direction of her uncle's graveled voice. Tiffany looked on with amusement as her cousin's eyes loomed with apprehension and disbelief, an image that recalled her own similar reaction upon her first sighting of her father's gigantic cock. She watched as Heather leaned back, blinkingly rapidly, as her young mind apparently struggled to comprehend exactly where or how she could possibly handle something so immense. "So you think you're a big girl now, hmm?" Greg slurred tauntingly, as he butted the blunt end of his insistent cock right up to her lips. "Try this one on for size." For the first time that evening, Tiffany could see in Heather's shaken expression that the young girl was truly intimidated by the unparalleled dimensions of her uncle's alarmingly huge member. Again, Heather looked to Tiffany for reassurance, glancing at her elder and more experienced cousin for what Tiffany assumed was some type of moral support. Before Tiffany could offer even the slightest response, Greg had already taken Heather by the head and slid his cock half way into the moist vacuum of her tender open mouth. "Huummppphh," Heather garbled as her mouth was suddenly invaded in the same rough-hewn manner which Tiffany had grown to love. She thought back to how she almost suffocated Dylan, reasoning that after seeing what her own overzealous behavior had almost done earlier, she had no desire to see Heather pushed well beyond her limits too. "Go easy on her, Daddy," she asked mercifully. "She's just learning." Greg nodded respectfully. "Don't worry, princess. I'll be gentle," he said, as he slowly began rocking his hips back and forth. "But you know what they say," he added wittily. "Practice makes perfect." Tiffany had gotten plenty of practice over the past year. The idea of Heather becoming her new pantyhose sidekick filled Tiffany with visions of shopping trips, dress up parties and tons of double dates. As much as she loved having a younger brother, she could already sense a sisterly bond forming between her and the younger blonde, a bond she expected would soon be as tight as the pantyhose which Heather had been so excited to finally feel against her milky white skin. Greg seemed to be on the same wavelength as his beloved pantyhose princess. Tiffany could tell by the contented look on his face, with his closed eyes, his gaping mouth, and the affectionate manner in which he stroked Heather's hair that her father was completely enraptured by the dizzying sensation of her cousin's mouth and the God-given talent which Heather looked bound and determined to demonstrate. Greg poised himself at the edge of the bed, with his rigidly extended penis hovering in mid-air like a diving board suspended over Jonathan's bedspread. Heather leaned forward, her mouth half-opened, approaching Greg's cock first from the left, then the right, before finally pulling back, and then sulking pitifully as she blew out a puff of air that flipped up her bangs. Realizing Heather was going to need some hands-on coaching, Tiffany gestured for Jonathan to move so she could join Tiffany on the bed. Jonathan took the hint, hopped up and decided to take Dylan downstairs. "Come on," he said, taking his cousin by the hand. "Let's go get some ice cream." Dylan sprang up and followed Jonathan without question. As he happily skipped out of the room, Tiffany took comfort in knowing that he might have been hung like a tripod, but even so he was still just a kid. Tiffany climbed on the bed and crouched down next to Heather. Adam was still seated at the far corner by the window, leaning against the headboard in silence with his eyes fully trained on the girls. Tiffany had to wonder if Adam was just trying to avoid making eye contact with her father. If so, she couldn't blame him given that her father was an ex-quarterback with a clear size advantage, who not only forbid her from bringing boys to the house, was also half-drunk and looked somewhat agitated to boot. "Doesn't Heather look hot, Daddy?" Tiffany asked, realizing the only way to distract her father from getting angry was by keeping his dick hard. Greg peered over Heather, groaning thoughtfully as he nodded in a slow yet definitive gesture of approval. "You did good," he said, complimenting his daughter, which never ceased to make Tiffany smile. "You might want to think about giving her all your old outfits." "I did," Tiffany said, "but Kayla would throw them all away. You know how she is." "Hmm," Greg said. "Yeah, good point. Best thing to do is just leave it all here." "That's okay with me, Uncle Greg," Heather said, piping up cheerfully. "As long as I get to wear tights like Tiffany and Aunt Shelly." "Pantyhose, sweetheart," Tiffany said, gently correcting her. "They're not tights. They're pantyhose." "That's what I said," Heather shot back defensively. "And it's same thing anyways. I'm not stupid!" Tiffany looked up at Greg who quirked his eyebrow and then questioned his niece probingly. "Heather," Greg asked. "Tell me exactly what you like about wearing these... tights... pantyhose... whatever you call them?" Heather looked up at her curious uncle, pouting as she sadly explained. "Nobody at school ever talks to me because my clothes are so boring," she said, before turning toward Tiffany which oddly began to fill her voice with what sounded like hope. "Tiffany always looks so pretty," she added, her high-pitched voice building toward a reverent crescendo. "Her clothes are never boring," she said emphatically. "Especially her tights," she said, repeating it again. "I really love the way they look on her legs... all shiny and sparkly... like when Grandma puts tinsel on the Christmas tree," she noted fondly. "That's the way I want to look too." Tiffany felt deeply flattered as she smiled at her cousin, before pausing to ask skeptically, "You mean the whole reason why you like pantyhose is because of me?" "Uh huh," Heather answered, nodding readily. "I'm sick of dressing like a boy," she said. "If I had more shiny stuff... more sparkly stuff like you wear... like these tights," she said, reaching down with deep adoration as she lovingly caressed her own silky legs, "uh, I mean... these pan-TEE-hose," she then said, correcting herself, "then maybe I would have more friends." Greg patted her blonde hair again and answered her instructively. "A pretty girl like you won't ever have to worry about making friends," he said sagely. "Just remember what's most important is your family." At first, the adoring look on Heather's face had Tiffany thinking her cousin was possibly on the verge of tears. Her eyes widened, her bottom lip quivered and her eyelashes fluttered rapidly as if overcome by a sudden surge of affection that made her chest heave sharply as well. She looked down, spotted Greg's cock and seized on it with a look of crazed lust in her eyes that told Tiffany her cousin was clearly a born slut, plain and simple. At age 12, Heather Walsh had miraculously found her calling. She craved attention, she loved cock and she worshipped pantyhose. There was virtually nothing left for her to learn. Tiffany looked on completely awestruck by the ravenous manner in which Heather greedily defied nature. Her tiny mouth ingested her uncle's turgid sperm pump clear down her hollow throat with a loud "shhllooommphh" which was followed by what Tiffany sensed in her soul as the victorious moan of impossible achievement, a blissful sound that echoed through Tiffany's ears and warmed every cell in her feverish body until her engorged clit finally insisted that she reached down to vigorously rub it through the open crotch of the tattered white pantyhose that clung to her trembling legs. "Holy shit!" Adam said, speaking for the first time in several minutes. "She just... holy shit... where the fuck did it go?" "Unngghh fuck," Greg groaned. "It's in... her... ohhh God... it's in... her... throat!" Tiffany looked on with a mix of jealousy and admiration as Heather set both hands on Greg's hips, her lips sealed around his greasy shaft, as she quickly inhaled and then slowly peeled her way down, until finally his long slippery cock was forcibly released by a short cough that also expelled stringy gobs of drool and phlegm, which Tiffany knew as just another messy by- product of her cousin's relentless effort to accommodate her father's unyielding girth. Heather slid back all the way, eyes level with the pre- cum oozing from the swollen head. She lost herself in a moment that everyone else in the room seemed to notice but her as she flicked her tongue out to tickle the end of Greg's cock and then without ever looking at his face earnestly whispered, "Does it feel good Daddy?" The image of Peter made Tiffany writhe against her masturbating fingers from the sheer depravity of knowing she and her cousin shared the same gene which made them both yearn for their father's penises. The angle on all fours wasn't enabling her to hit the right spot, so Tiffany rolled onto her back and splayed her legs open like it was cheer practice in three-inch heels. She pointed her shoes back toward the wall in a way that graphically afforded her father with a perfect view of her steaming wet pussy as the young Miss Harper shamelessly displayed herself for her father's appreciate eyes, the crowning jewel being Tiffany's pink sandals which sat atop her outstretched legs like pretty tiaras, or perhaps cherries on a mouth-watering cake glazed under pantyhose icing. Tiffany was still coming down from Dylan's tongue lashing, but the thought that Heather had accidentally confused Greg with her own father was pushing her to the brink faster than she ever anticipated. Soon her spasmodic fingers were bringing on yet another blinding orgasm as Tiffany cried out, gasping and shrieking while her father watched and his cock continued to plunge deep inside Heather's bottomless throat. It was all Tiffany could do to keep from begging her father to forget about Heather and slam into her with that big cock, which until then she had always considered the rightful property of her and her mother. She then looked at Adam and realized what might have happened if her father had returned from the bar just a few minutes later. Her mind flooded with guilt as she realized her father was no more at fault for lusting after his niece then she was for bringing Adam home in the first place. Greg answered Heather's question with a nod and a moan, before he finally whispered, "Yes, angel. It feels like heaven in your mouth." Heather reacted by devouring him yet again, drooling, gurgling and spewing continuous threads of spittle and tonsil fluid from the depths of her brutally excavated throat. Technically, Tiffany knew her cousin was still a virgin, but all that did was increase the perverse impact of seeing a girl so young and so innocent willingly and eagerly allowing her own uncle to fuck her virgin throat as if it literally was her pussy. As Greg sped up the piston-like motions of his thrusting hips, Tiffany smiled up at him, knowing how much he had to enjoy the added bonus of watching her rub her pussy in her pantyhose. "I think you're friend over here might be feeling a little left out," Greg said, referring to Adam who had begun anxiously fondling himself through his half- opened shorts. "Maybe you should give him a hand," her father then surprisingly suggested. Tiffany couldn't believe her ears. She had never imagined her father allowing such a thing to happen, especially not in front of him. "Do you mean it Daddy?" Tiffany asked sitting up on her knees. Greg nodded. "Of course," he said, smiling. "What kind of hosts would we be if we didn't know how to treat our guests? Now, stop questioning me, get over there and suck that boy's cock." Tiffany didn't know what to say. Knowing her father wasn't angry filled her with a tremendous sense of gratitude and relief. Just the act of telling of Adam and Shannon the truth about her family meant Tiffany had already broken their vow of secrecy which was house rule number two. To make things worse, Tiffany had now recklessly invited a non-relative into their home to witness their condemnable lifestyle first hand. Although technically Tiffany hadn't broken her promise, she still couldn't help wondering if her father didn't feel at least somewhat betrayed. "So you're not angry?" Tiffany asked just to be sure. Greg was too distracted by the persistent suction of Heather's tireless mouth to answer the question right away. Finally, without looking up, he calmly answered. "Why would I be angry?" Tiffany returned the question with a wide-eyed stare as she honestly whined, "Because I broke the rules." Greg paused, thinking to himself as if that hadn't actually occurred to him until that very moment. "Yes," he said, nodding. "I suppose that's true. But what would you like me to do? Bend you over my knee and give you a spanking. I think you're too old for that." Tiffany looked at Heather then turned to see Adam smiling after the spanking remark. Heather finally took her mouth away from Greg's cock and complained that her jaw was getting sore. Tiffany climbed off the bed, and then took Heather by the hand and helped her down as well. She instructed Heather to go find a bathroom so she could wash up before dinner. Heather slipped back into her chunky heels, and then clipped and clomped noisily out of the room. After reminding Heather not to use the good towels on her face, Tiffany stepped back toward her father, who unexpectedly swept her up in his big burly arms and then smothered her with a beer-flavored kiss that left Tiffany with the bitter taste of Budweiser on her lips. "What was that for?" she said, wiping her mouth. "Dunno," Greg said, laughing for no apparent reason. "Trojans played like shit. Guess I'm just glad to be home. Where's your mother?" Tiffany shrugged, "Last I heard, she was out shopping with Kayla." Greg raised his eyebrows. "Since when do those two go shopping together?" "I have a theory," she said cryptically. "But I'll explain later. What should we do for dinner?" "We can order in," Greg said, before turning to Tiffany's quiet companion. "So, tell me Alan," he said, scratching his head. "I'm sorry. It is Alan, right?" "Uh...Adam, sir," the young man stuttered. "Alan's my father." "Right," Greg said, laughing again, louder this time. "Al Resnick's kid. I've met your sister. She's quite a pistol, huh? I think the last time I saw you was probably three, four years ago. You've really filled out since then. Been hitting the weights, huh?" Adam nodded. "I started lifting last year," he said. "I'm not really into sports though. I just needed a way to get in shape." Greg nodded. "Nothing wrong with that," he said, and then he asked bluntly. "So how long have you been wanting to fuck my daughter?" Tiffany blushed. She glared at her father and instantly squealed, "Daddy!" Greg quirked an eyebrow as if the question was completely harmless. "What?" he said feigning innocence. "Was I not supposed to ask him that?" Tiffany glanced over at Adam, who was now squirming on the corner of Jonathan's bed. "Umm, Mr. Harper," he said nervously. "I'm not here to make trouble. If you want me to leave, that's no problem." "Nonsense," Greg said, stepping in to set a hand on Adam's shoulder. "We're just getting to know each other," he said affably. "Right, Tiff?" he added, turning back to his bewildered daughter who stood there with her arms folded as she shifted nervously in her pink shoes. "Uhh... yeah," she answered timidly. "We're all just... getting to know each other." "You see," Greg said, grabbing Tiffany and clutching under his left arm. "That's what I love about my little princess. She understands everything," he said, beaming with pride. "Did she tell you she's on a special diet?" Adam tilted his head at the question. "Not really," he said. "I just remember her saying something about cutting out carbs." Greg nodded emphatically. "Exactly!" he said. "The women in this family are all about protein. Can't get enough. Keeps them slim and healthy. Right, sweetie?" Tiffany didn't answer. No words were necessary. She had already assumed that her father must have been trying to test Adam's resolve. As Greg spoke, Tiffany looked straight ahead, focusing on Adam, watching him carefully to spy even the slightest glimpse of panic or discomfort on his face as Greg slowly guided her to stand between them. She purred softly under her breath as Greg slid his hands around her waist, and then slid his fingers over her bare stomach and up to the front of her lacy top which he deftly untied to promptly avail himself of her firm naked breasts, which he freely began to palm and fondle as openly as he pleased. "So, talk to me, son," Greg said, ignoring his daughter's plaintive reactions as he rolled and twisted her nipples between his fingers. "It's okay. I was your age once myself. I just want to know...what do you like about my daughter?" Adam shrugged. "I dunno," he said, avoiding her gaze. "She's fun. She's pretty. She's a great kisser. She looks great in her uniform..." Greg nodded thoughtfully. Then he lowered his voice. "Do you think she's a slut?" Adam frowned, then threw out his right hand and waved it dismissively. "No, not at all. Your daughter's a good girl. All we've ever done is kiss. I swear... that's it." "I see," Greg said, as he slowly began pelting his daughter's neck with gentle kisses that made her bones tingle. "Tell him," Greg calmly insisted through a soft hypnotic whisper that tickled his daughter's left ear. "Tell our new friend what you really are." Tiffany seethed on the inside as her father continued shamelessly molesting her in front of Adam. She had barely heard the words which had practically dripped down off of her father's lips when she panted softly, with her chin up and her eyelids parted half way. "I'm a slut," she said breathlessly, stating it for all to hear. Her lustful words made Greg's erection flinch against the slope of her nylon-covered rump. Her pussy responded in a flood of secretions that glistened from the lips of her hairless pink slit. Greg guided her toward Adam one gradual step at a time until she could feel the boy's warm breath just inches from her trembling face. "Look at him," Greg said, as the head of his penis nestled against the satin seam of her moist welcoming hole. Normally, Tiffany was quick to obey, but until then she had never worried so much about what she stood to lose after crossing a certain line. She kept her head down, knowing that some part of Adam had to be judging her, had to be wondering what in the world he had gotten himself into with this wildly outrageous family. No sooner had she started to doubt herself, then Greg took both of his large masculine hands and placed them against her outer thighs. He leisurely began rubbing her silky legs over the quilted fibers of the sheer white nylon. The subtle friction of his tender caress filled Tiffany with warmth and affection that passed from her father's gentle fingers through the soothing embrace of her soft comforting pantyhose. Feeling her father's loving touch, coupled with the hardness of his swollen cock that throbbed even harder as he rubbed up and down her legs, conjured in Tiffany's mind images of her mother, the woman in whose image the young blonde had been molded from birth, the woman who had dedicated her entire life to serving her family and training her daughter in the art of pleasing men. At 15, the young Miss Harper had already proven herself as a worthy heir to her mother's legacy. All she needed was the right the man, someone strong enough to continue their family tradition. The only way to find that man was to stop caring about what other people thought and truly live by rule number one: always tell the truth. In that moment, Tiffany's eyes flew open to see Adam sitting just inches away. Their eyes were almost level with one another, while their lips were almost touching as well. Tiffany had no intention of pulling away as she leaned in close enough to feel his heartbeat. Her voice turned soft but decisive all at once, as she chillingly repeated her words against his Adam's quivering mouth. "I'm a slut," she purred yet again, inflaming them both beyond redemption. Adam was kissing her before the feeling could even register in her brain. The walls faded to a blur as her mind focused on getting her hand around Adam's cock. His penis welcomed her squeezing fingers with pulsing and twitching as if Tiffany could actually feel the blood surging through its bulging veins, while her desperate hand skillfully brought it back to its full raging hardness. "I'm a slut!" she said, almost sobbing by that point, when Greg finally breached her narrow crease, drilling his cock deep into her wet snatch. "Ahhhhh," Tiffany moaned as Greg unexpectedly filled her tight pussy as no one else ever had. From somewhere in the foggy recesses of her weary mind, she could feel the moist pressure of Adam's tongue slipping in and out of her mouth. It could have been anything, his tongue, his finger, his cock. It didn't matter. Once it was in her mouth, she sucked instinctively. She sucked hard. She gripped Adam's cock in her tight fist and savagely beat him off for everything she was worth, tenderizing his meat without let up as Greg rammed her from behind in a furious blitz, each powerful thrust releasing one deafening moan after another. "Suck his cock," Greg ordered, shoving his daughter's head in Adam's lap. Adam groaned as Tiffany quickly accepted his hard-on between her ravenous lips, teasing him with a series of short shallow sucks, before gulping him down to the root for her own pleasure as much as his. She might have learned how to suck cock from her mother, but like Heather, the way Tiffany drooled and slobbered all over Adam's cock wasn't something she needed to be taught. Each violent collision with her father's pounding hips kept pushing and prodding Tiffany to expose her true nature: the insatiable slut, the dirty teenage seductress hopelessly and shamelessly addicted to pantyhose and cum. All she needed was cum. She needed it so much. The short skirts, the skimpy tops, the sexy high heels – it was all for that sweet taste of cum – all of it except for the pantyhose, which she eagerly wore to excite herself as much as anyone else. With her eyes closed and her head rhythmically bouncing up and down, a jubilant sense of freedom fueled her to continue sucking in a manic effort to liberate the semen in Adam's inflated balls. Lost her in own reverie, her lascivious declarations reverberated in her silent thoughts over and over, as she euphorically continued to remind herself exactly what she was and what she always needed to be. "I'm a slut," she heard echoing in the back of mind. "I'm such a slut," came the words again as her father held her by the waist, plowing her with his steely rod, his hands ever-stroking her through her silky hose. Curiously, her father noted, "I don't think I've ever seen you in white before. Did you buy them yourself?" Tiffany nodded with her mouth full. "Mmm hmmm," she replied sloppily, knowing her father would be very pleased to know how she spent her allowance. "God, they're sexy," he said approvingly, as Tiffany swiveled her hips, certain that her father was staring down at her shiny hose-covered ass. "You're such a slut, aren't you?" Greg said to his cheerleading teenage daughter. "You're Daddy's little pantyhose slut, aren't you princess? Tiffany moaned and whimpered ecstatically while her father fucked her young pussy so wonderfully well. She could only wonder if Adam would ever be able to match his skill. Of course, she would have to wait to find that out. She just didn't know for how long. If Greg and Adam became friends, maybe she could somehow convince her father to change the rules. But the thought quickly left her mind, when it felt like her father was starting to slow down. She turned back to her father and urgently pleaded, "Daddy, don't stop!" Instead of his rapid power strokes, Greg began leisurely churning his hips, so Tiffany could feel his hardness playfully lingering in her desperately burning cunt. As Tiffany continued stroking her boyfriend's cock, her father made a shocking statement that stunned and excited her so intensely that she started to come for a third time at the mere sound of his voice. "I think it's time to switch places," he uttered distinctly. The walls of her pussy squeezed around her father's cock as Tiffany moaned and shivered from the abiding joy that her young body was simply too small to contain. "Ohhhmmmyygggaaawwwddd!" she wailed. "Ohhhh yesss... please let him fuck me!" Tiffany begged, writhing and squirming orgasmically, until Adam suddenly had his own reaction, as he groaned and then blasted her in the face with a high launching geyser of unexpectedly hot spunk. The first shot completely got away, but once Tiffany felt his creamy lava slap her across the chin, there was no escaping her voracious hunger as she quickly began guzzling it all down her throat. She eagerly swallowed the surging streams of his rich tasty sperm, milking him tenaciously with her hard- pumping fist, draining out every last drop in faithful adherence to her cherished family values. She finished the job by reaching down with her delicate fingers to gently massage Adam's sensitive balls. The slightest pressure was still enough to make Adam grunt and then forcefully squirt the salty remnants that found a new home in Tiffany's hospitable mouth. She dropped to her knees and turned to see Heather kneeling next to her on the floor. She wasn't sure how long her cousin had been sitting there, but she was more intrigued by sight of Heather's gyrating hand, rubbing and fingering her virgin pussy under the straining threads of her suntan pantyhose. Greg obviously enjoyed it, too. He watched with his hand flying up and down his cock, gaping as Heather played with herself. "Can I taste some, too?" Heather said, causing Greg to buckle at the knees and fire off like a 12-guage, raining sperm like buckshot that showered Heather from her blonde pigtails, to her plaid miniskirt, to the sparkling pantyhose that he drenched with his sticky white jizz. "Great," Heather said, as she sat there sulking with streaks of cum splattered across her cheeks. "Now I have to go wash my face again..." To be continued... wordsinprogress@gmail.com - copyright © 2008 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 23