OK, disclaimers: (One more time from the top, with feeling.)
First, like so many Literotica contributors, I'm sorry this took so long. I'm submitting chapters 3 and 4 simultaneously and together they're over 23K words. I'm a newbie writer, so it's a slow and sometimes frustrating process.
This is the fourth installment in a multipart incest-harem serial. I have always enjoyed reading Literotica stories, but didn't know how much I would enjoy writing them until now.
This series is my first attempt at writing fiction. The comments, encouragements, and criticisms I've received so far are overwhelming and much appreciated. Thank you, it is all very helpful.
So, any feedback is appreciated. Feel free to encourage, discourage, or offer editorial and future plot suggestions, or simply let me know if you do or don't like it.
I think my writing is improving as I write each chapter, but I'll let you be the judge.
Every character in these stories that has sex or is treated sexually is over eighteen years old.
If you are not over eighteen, go away. You should not be reading this stuff.
This is a work of fiction and as such has nothing to do with any real persons living or dead. This series of stories contains themes that may be offensive to some people, so be warned that it contains: graphic language and sexual content, incest, bisexuality, group sex, light domination and submission, and who knows what else by the time we're finished. etc. etc. etc.
I hope you enjoy yourself and thank you for reading.
Chapter 4
Jeannie and her three sexy friends have done their level best to drive me wild this morning. I never knew that putting on suntan lotion could be so sexual. I'm in a state of extreme arousal, and I'm sure they are too. I need an excuse to get Jeannie alone so we can fuck or my balls are going to start to ache, but I can't think of one. So I decide that a cold swim will have to do, for now.
I body surf in the cool ocean waves, and it isn't long before my cock relaxes and starts to soften. I'm no longer tenting my shorts, but I'm still very horny. My erection is under control, but I can still feel my arousal in the pit of my stomach. It's like there's a grapefruit size ball of feathers slowly revolving and rotating down in my belly. My hardon will come back at the least provocation, and these girls are being very provocative.
Felling more relaxed, I walk back up to the umbrellas. The girls are still topless and once again sitting in a circle on the big blanket. They laugh and chat, and look to be finishing another round of drinks. It seems that being surround by beautiful naked breasts is my new norm.
"Jack's back!" says Taylor, and they give me a cheer.
Their tits sway and jiggle with every movement. I'm still horny, and these seductive beauties will have me hard again in no time at all. But I don't care. I'm way beyond modesty with these four, so when my cock gets hard again they can look all they want.
"Looks like the cold water helped with your little problem," Sarah says suggestively while pointing her chin up at my crotch.
"We got you pretty worked up, didn't we Jack?" adds Shauna.
"Did the cold water do the trick, or did you have to finish the job yourself?" Taylor teases, making a jerkoff motion with her fist.
The girls laugh.
Sarah says, "C'mon, tell us jack. We gave you that hardon, so we have a right to know if you used it. Did you do a little aquatic self-help to calm that bad boy down?"
More giggling. These little vixens don't give up.
"Did you give yourself the old 'low' five?" says Shauna.
"Did you go number three?" teases Taylor.
"Did you Jerkoff in the ocean, jack?" Jeannie asks directly.
"Nope, I didn't jerkoff. Not in the ocean or anywhere else," I comically assert. "If I do decide to jerk off in the ocean, I'll let you know."
"So, you want us to watch?" Shauna asks in mock surprise. "You are a naughty boy!"
They all giggle.
"No, I don't want you to watch," I tell them.
"If you don't want us to watch then why would you 'let us know'?" teases Sarah.
"I think that Jack wants to give us a show," Taylor announces, and they start clapping, hooting, and whistling.
"No show today, ladies," I say as I sit and join their circle. "I'm not planning to jerk off any time soon, sorry."
They give me a chorus of boos and raspberries and we all have a laugh while Jeannie passes around more drinks.
We settled down and Shauna quietly asks, "So, Jeannie. Have you ever?"
"Have I ever what? Jilled off? Pushed the pea?" replies Jeannie. "You know that I have."
"No, not that," Shauna replies.
"Have you ever, um...have you ever seen jack?" She lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "You know, masturbating."
"What?" Jeannie and I exclaim together while the others giggle.
Shauna asks again, "C'mon Jeannie, no secrets. When you were younger did you ever spy on him or catch him in the act?"
The circle becomes quiet, we all lean in to hear Jeannie's answer.
"No," She slowly replies. "Well, not really."
"What do you mean, not really?" Shauna says into the brief silence. "You've either seen it or you haven't. It's a yes or no question."
"Well," Jeannie explains. "I haven't spied on him or caught him doing it. I've never seen him. But I've listened lots of times."
The girls gasp, and Jeannie has our undivided attention.
Any shyness I once had around these four has been rubbed away with suntan lotion. My little sister is telling her three sexy friends that she listened to me abuse myself, and I'm not embarrassed at all. I just want to hear more of her sexy story, and I know the girls do too.
We listen as Jeannie continues, "Our bedrooms at Gramps' house shared a wall, and sometimes he would get pretty loud."
"How often did you listen to me?" I ask fascinated.
"Nearly every day," she says. "Once I knew what you were up to.
"I first noticed it about a week after you graduated from high school. After that, I didn't miss a single night until you left for collage.
"You had a very predictable masturbation schedule, so I would watch the clock every night and be in my room on time every day. I always finished my shower early so I wouldn't miss a single moment."
"You listened to me every night, why?" I ask. I have my suspicions, but I want to hear her say it.
"Well, what do you imagine that I would do while I listened?" She answers with a coy smile.