Warning! The sex described in this story is extremely casual. There are also a lot of incestuous encounters. If any of this bothers you, I advise you to read another story. If not, enjoy!
Who-is-who
: (returning characters)
Jamie, the protagonist of the story, has one younger sister, Cindy.
Their parents are Cynthia and Mark.
Cindy is engaged to Jason.
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The following morning, I awoke to the sound of fucking. At first, I figured dad was really giving it to mom, but after listening to it for a few minutes - and getting pretty raunchy - I wasn't so sure anymore. The fucking seemed too energetic, too hard and too rough. Aside from the usual sounds like a squeaking bed, panting and moaning, there were also hard, slapping sounds to be heard, each time followed by high tone shriek. Because the slaps were out of sync with the squeaking and moaning, I theorized that someone was getting seriously slapped in the face while getting fucked. And that was more my sister's thing, not so much my mother's. When I heard someone moving around in the kitchen, I got up and headed downstairs to see if my hypothesis was correct.
It was.
I found mom - stark naked - sitting at the breakfast table. Even in the kitchen the sound of dad and Cindy having wild sex was clearly audible. It was clear that the noises were getting to mom as well; her nipples were hard enough to cut glass.
"How long have they been at it?" I asked as I sat down, taking off my nightie, putting one leg up on the breakfast table and sliding two fingers up my moist twat.
"About half an hour," mom replied, "The little bitch woke us up and kicked me out of my own bedroom; they've been going at it ever since."
Mom occasionally flicked her clit, but refrained from doing anything more. Except for the occasional glance at my cunt, she ignored me and we just sat there, in silence. After another ten minutes or so, the noise coming from upstairs eventually died down. Only to start up again a few minutes later!
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed, jealous and frustrated as I started fingering even faster. The fact that I had seen a lot of action yesterday but very little satisfaction only made things worse.
"Honey," mom said, realizing how fucking horny I was, "I think you're going to need something bigger than your fingers for this one."
"I know," I whispered, keeping my eyes closed and my head tilted back, "But I am really not in the mood for a dildo and curfew isn't over for another two hours, so..."
After a few moments of silence - except for the seemingly incessant fuck noises coming from upstairs - mom said, "If you need cock, I am sure Simon would be willing to accommodate you."
"Jeez mom, Simon from next door? I haven't seen him in like forever, besides isn't he like fifty or something?"
"Suit yourself," mom said as she sipped from her fourth cup of coffee, "I am sure you can scratch that itch all by yourself, or wait another two hours, while your father fucks the shit out of your sister."
I realized mom was right. Simon was close by and most likely my best chance of getting a real cock in me anytime soon. After kidding myself for another twenty seconds, I jumped up and barked, "Fine," as I put on dad's long overcoat and wriggled my feet into some white sneakers. As I walked through the kitchen, heading for the back door, mom smiled and whispered, "Say hi for me," as she sipped from her coffee.
"Oh shut up," I snapped as I stepped out and walked over to our neighbor's back door. I knocked and waited. Then I knocked again. It wasn't until after I had knocked three times that it dawned on me that our neighbors may not have been up yet, seeing how early it was. Then, suddenly, Caroline -Simon's wife - answered the door in her black, satin night gown.
After blinking her sleepy eyes at me several times, she recognized me and said, "Hey Jamie, I didn't know you were back in town, how are you?" as she began moving out of the way to let me in.
"I am sorry to bother you so early, but I am really horny... is Simon in?" I asked bluntly.
Immediately her mood changed as she stepped back into the doorway, blocking my entrance and shot me a dirty look, eyeing me up and down. "Wait here," she said coldly and slammed the door shut. She turned around and seemed to be calling out for Simon, who walked in about half a minute later. They bickered for about twenty seconds, during which Caroline pointed at me several times. Then she seemed to concede and stormed off - disappearing from sight - while Simon walked over to the door.
"Jamie, how nice to see you again," he whispered.
"Hey Simon, so, is there a problem?" I asked.
"Uh no, Caroline doesn't want me to do you in the house, that's all," he said as he stepped out and closed the door behind him, "So we'll have to use the shed, if that's okay."
I looked at him, amazed that he had the audacity to even suggest that; in his garden shed, was he fucking kidding me? I wasn't that desperate... was I? Oh god, the few seconds I contemplated his proposal gave me away; any woman not completely offended by a suggestion like that, would probably be up for just about anything - which was pretty much the case. The vague smile around his mouth indicated that he realized that too.
I shrugged my shoulders and said, "What the heck, lead the way Simon." He smiled triumphantly and walked down the garden path, heading for the large wooden shed. After walking in, I half expected him to put down a rug or some old rags, but no, he just unbuttoned his pants and said, "How about a little suck first, Jamie?"
"Sure," I sighed, realizing I had little other choice if I wanted a hard dick inside of me, and squatted down in front of him as he leaned against his workbench. I was so fucking horny that even feeling his below average cock growing in my slutty mouth turned me on further and made me wetter. Finally, after about two or three minutes of sucking, he said, "I am ready, get on your back." Still no blanket? I thought to myself as I took off the overcoat and got on my back on the cold, concrete floor. God, I was such a fucking slut. I could have asked for one, but I guess part of me felt like I didn't really deserve one.
Anyway, he stuffed his hard cock in my twat and started humping away. I relaxed and enjoyed the fucking I was finally getting. Maybe the whole, humiliating experience would soon be worth it after all, I thought to myself. Unfortunately, barely a minute after he had begun to fuck me, Simon started wheezing and moaning and another ten seconds later, he shrieked, "Oh god, you're so fucking tight."
And with that, he arched his back and pumped his cum up my stupid twat, getting limp and unresponsive almost immediately.
As Simon was lying on top of me, breathing heavily, I felt so fucking mortified and thought to myself, "Serves you right, you fucking cunt, for having no restraint whatsoever!"
Simon got off me and said, "I am guessing you didn't cum."
"No," I sighed, putting both of my hands on my face, wanting to crawl into a corner and die of shame.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked as he zipped up his pants.
"Would you mind just giving me a minute? I'll close the door behind me," I whispered.
"Uh sure," he said as he turned and walked back to the house.
I took a few minutes to compose myself and then walked out, closing the door to the shed behind me. I didn't bother with putting on the overcoat again and just walked towards our back door, stark naked. To my surprise Cindy had finished fucking dad in the meantime and was sitting next to mom at the breakfast table. As she didn't ask me where I was coming from as I walked in, I assumed mom had already told her. They both just sat there and smirked, I could have just died. I scampered into the hallway and wanted to go and hide in my room, but Cindy followed me and pinned me to the wall, halfway up the stairs - she was naked as naked as I was.
"So, did Simon scratch your itch?" she asked as her face was right in front of mine.
"Not even close," I replied as I was trying to break free and pushed her out of the way.
Cindy smiled, stuck her right hand in between my legs, quickly found my entrance and unceremoniously shoved two fingers inside of me, whispering, "Perhaps I can be of service?"
