50s Family: A Sister's Virginity
Virgin sister becomes obsessed with twin brother's big cock.
Summary: Virgin sister becomes obsessed with twin brother's big cock.

Note 1: This is a Summer 2017 Contest Story so please vote.

Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, Hey All, thor_pf and Wayne for editing.

Note 3: I have attempted to use as many phrases as possible from the timeframe. So 'cum' isn't used but other terms are.

50's Family: A Sister's Virginity

"Please, Dad," I begged.

"I already told you," my father insisted in his infuriating old school way. "The answer is no, you cannot. Not unless you double date with Adam and Tiffany."

"But you let him go to the drive-in by himself," I pointed out, feeling like a whiney teenager, which I guess at the moment was accurate.

"He's a boy," Dad replied not at all aware of how sexist that statement was, sounding like a broken record. "And he's older."

"By nine whole minutes," I pointed out, sounding like another.

Dad had illogically used those damn nine minutes against me my whole life... even stressing when I protested that Adam was born before Eve in the Bible too. 'Adam is your big brother', which was usually followed with, 'You are his baby sister and God put him here to protect you.' It was never quite spoken, but the message that always came across loud and clear was this: Adam, the big brother, was the take-charge competent male figure. Eve, the widdle sister, was the helpless widdle girl, and I needed to be protected at all times from the dangers of an evil world! It was like I'd stepped out of a Bible story as nothing more than my brother Adam's blankety-blank rib! It had pissed me off for years. God, being twins sucked.

"And, well dear, I know it's a double standard, but I'm not worried about what he and Tiffany might do, my worries are about what some slime of a guy may try to do with you."

See what I mean?

I sighed heavily. My whole life this condescending double standard had been a constant theme used against me every time I wanted to do anything even remotely independent. It was the 1950s and girls were supposed to be wholesome sweethearts, while guys got to play in the pig-wallow. "Dad, you've met Simon, and you know he's not slime."

"Still," he said, "conversation done."

I knew he meant just that, he wasn't going to change his mind. Have I mentioned the other Great Burden of my life? The one where I'm just a girl, and girls weren't created to be debated with; just to do what we're told?

"Fine!" I said, and stormed out with tears in my eyes. Tonight was supposed to be my first-ever drive-in date, and now if I wanted to go at all, I had to go with my twin brother and his vapid cheerleader girlfriend. I bet my 'competent big brother' didn't even know the word vapid.

Adam was equally unhappy, but he too knew there was no reasoning with our father once he'd made a decision.

Even Mom couldn't move the stubborn church minister... who was protecting me like I was the last living virgin... which, based on the rumours at school, I probably was.

That said, I wasn't going to the drive-in to lose my virginity. I was saving myself for marriage, really I was, but a little making out would have been nice. I'd never even been kissed except by three nerds at band camp last year during spin the bottle, and even that was a letdown since they'd just kissed me quickly, then jumped away averting their eyes as if I was disgusting. I was disappointed when I didn't get seven minutes in heaven (and also thankful, because it would be gross). Simon was the first boy I really liked, and sometimes we held hands when nobody was looking.

Simon was sweet, funny, and had many similar interests as me. He was also the first boy ever to actually ask me out... so that helped.

And me... I probably sound pathetic at the moment, but I'm not... not really, although I do know I'm still whining right now. I'm simply a kind of bookish, super smart, awkward, shy daughter of an ultra-conservative church minister. A minister who lectures fire and brimstone every Sunday for two hours and usually focuses on today's youth and their unholy rock music, their inappropriate fashion (he actually calls the poodle skirt the devil's skirt), and rants on that today's teens need to be protected from themselves. So even if boys were interested in asking me out, their fear of a vividly described eternal hell, and even worse, having to come up my front step and talk to my actual father had always stopped any potential suitors in their tracks.

Now, I'm not cheerleader hot, you know the kind with blonde hair and blue eyes and a bitchy attitude, but I was cute in the girl next door sort of way.

I was a brunette, with green eyes, and large (but well hidden), 38D breasts. I wore loose fitting unflattering sweaters every day to hide them... at the insistence of my father who didn't want me to tempt teen boys with the 'sins of the flesh'... his actual words.

But in the decade where Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield set the standards for beauty, everyone saw me as plain.

Mix in my insecurity and shyness, and I was eighteen years old and had never been on a date.

Even though Adam and I had turned eighteen already, we were only starting our senior year in the fall, since our family had spent a year on a mission to Africa when Adam and I were five, so we started school a year late.

Anyway, that's how I ended up in the back seat of my dad's car on my first real date, with my brother and his girlfriend in the front... and no one in the car happy with the situation.

Adam joked, once we got back from getting popcorn and sodas, "Now I don't want to see any hanky panky back there, you two."

I shot back with venom in my voice, hating his condescending attitude toward me, "Then you better keep your eyes forward." Rebelliously, I took Simon's hand.

Tiffany laughed, "Eve, you're a riot."

"Don't encourage her," Adam rebuked.

"Good to see some spunk in your sister. She usually acts like the Virgin Mary," Tiffany insisted.

I knew she was trying to be supportive, but that was actually insulting. Still, I joked, trying to bond with someone popular, "I'm surprised dad named me Eve, who sinned, instead of Mary."

Adam laughed, "Yeah, you're definitely not Eve the Temptress."

"Whatever," I said, annoyed that he always could, in a few words, deflate me like a leaky tire.

The movie started, and for an hour and a half there wasn't much talking between us. Although Tiffany leaned over to rest her head on my brother and they did a lot of whispering to each other, Simon watched the terrible sci/fi movie with focused attention... not looking my way once. He wasn't even holding my hand anymore.

I felt invisible. Like I did at school most days.

God, did I want to be the original Eve and tempt someone. Yet every time I thought of leaning over to cuddle Simon, my shyness took over and instead I sat there like a statue: frozen and paralyzed.

When the first movie ended, Tiffany turned and said, "Come for a walk with me, Eve."

"Um, okay," I agreed, happy to be seen with a cheerleader, even though I'd called her vapid... although that was only in my head.

"Get me a root beer and some fresh popcorn with extra butter," Tiffany ordered my brother.

Trying to sound in control, but definitely not wanting any more popcorn - I'd eaten way too much during the first movie - I ordered Simon, trying to imitate Tiffany's cool, "Get me some twizzles and a root beer."

Simon nodded, surprised by my bossiness. That wasn't like me.

As we walked to the washroom, Tiffany joked, "Always make sure you get all you can from your guy if you're going to be pumping or sucking him."

I breathed some spit and started coughing, I was so surprised by her words. "What?"

"Oh right, this is your first drive-in date," she said. "The price of admission for the girls is always male ejaculation."

"What?" I repeated, hearing her words but thinking they were ludicrous and impossible to fit anywhere into the real world.

"Nothing is free, Eve, even your daddy's Bible thumping rampages say that," she explained. "The guys pay for the date, and they expect to be repaid in one of three ways."

"Three ways?" I asked, not feeling at all smart.

"On first dates a hand job will usually suffice, and with a guy like Simon, that likely will be good enough for a while."

"A guy like Simon?" I objected with a bit of tone. I hate stereotypes and being stereotyped.

She smiled, "Don't get your girdle in a bunch, Myrtle, I was just saying I don't think he's very experienced."

"Oh," I said, assuming she was right. He was awkward, focused much more on the movie than on me.

"Unlike your brother, who has some pretty high expectations," she added.

"Gross," I said, as we reached the washroom.

"The admission price goes up based on the popularity of the guy or every once in a while, on the car he's driving."

"That's so shallow," I pointed out.

"Agreed," she nodded, "but society is shallow."

We reached the line, where Tiffany bumped into some other cheerleaders and I was back to wallflower mode... until Tiffany announced to the girls, "Eve here is on her first drive-in date."

"Does she know the rules?" Amber asked, looking at me with a look of complete dismissal, and confident that I didn't.

I responded, both to fit in and to shock, so sick of being judged by bitches like Amber, "First date hand job, unless you're a skank then you blow him and probably take his jizz all over your face. If you're a real tramp you fuck him and if you're the ultimate tramp you let him pound your asshole."

I rattled the whole thing off as if I'd said it a hundred times, even though I was just winging it and had no idea what I was talking about.

"Holy shit," Amber gasped, impressed. "The Virgin Mary has a little devil inside. She's gonna give birth to the wrong baby and God's gonna be pissed!"

I don't know why I said it, but I quipped back, "A little devil isn't what I want inside me at the moment."

"The sweet ones are always the biggest sluts," Jennifer opined loftily.

"Takes four to know one," I shot back, looking at all four of them.

"Only three," Allie said, "I'm a good girl."

"Says the girl who lets Brian come on her face," Tiffany shot.

"So do you," Allie countered.

"I do not let Brian come on my face," Tiffany joked.

"You know what I mean," Allie laughed, realizing her miscommunication.

"I prefer it sliding down my throat," Amber said.

"Or up my pussy," Jennifer added.

"Or up my ass," I added, trying to one up everybody.

All four looked at me with shock on their face and then roared!

Tiffany giggled, "That is definitely a date ten plus, and he better be driving a Thunderbird."

"Or be at least eight inches," Amber added.

"And thick," Jennifer interjected.

"And rich," Allie described.

"And smart," I said.

"Who cares if he's smart?" Amber objected. "I don't want to talk Shakespeare with him, I just want his spear shaking in me."

"You Renaissance slut," Tiffany said, laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes.

"Yep, I'm a slut alright," Amber agreed, "which is why I'm here with a college guy in a Corvette."

I couldn't help it, I tossed off, "Well you better get your axle grease ready, he's going to expect a little parking in the rear."

"Oh my God!" Amber gasped.

"I'm sure you'll be screaming exactly that when he sodomizes your ass," I continued, revelling in my first time fitting in with the popular girls... and my first time talking dirty.

"Eve," Adam said from behind my rear, his tone firm.

I turned around and saw Adam and a couple other football players looking at me with the most shocked expressions you ever saw.

I quickly scurried past him and his friends and back to the car... feeling humiliated, but also horny... my vagina was liquid fire.

As I walked to the car I wondered how a vagina filled with wet fire could be a good thing. Was I being tempted by Satan? Daddy would sure say so!

I had definitely sinned more in the past five minutes than I had my entire life.

Yet, I wasn't being struck down by lightning.

The only fire and brimstone was between my legs.

And no, I didn't feel any guilt... just exhilaration at allowing myself to let go for the first time ever. Just a rush coursing through me because for once I was more than just the smart girl!

I reached the car and saw Simon leaning against the side... trying to look casual, but actually looking awkward.

I asked, "Miss me?"

"Yeah," he nodded, so when I reached him, I kissed him.

He was shocked, but after a moment of me being the only one doing the kissing, he kissed me back.

It lasted a whopping five seconds, way longer than any of the pecks in spin the bottle, until Adam, again behind me, again his voice firm, said, "Eve, come here."

Simon broke the kiss, even pushing me away from him slightly, as he stammered to my brother, "S-s-sorry, Adam."

"What are you sorry for?" I demanded, instantly hurt.

"Eve, come here," he repeated. When I turned and glared, he added, softer, "Please."

"Fine!" I said, going to him, but at the same time glaring at him with the rage of a woman possessed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking embarrassed.

"Kissing my date," I answered, before adding for shock value, "But I haven't even shoved my tongue down his throat yet."

"Eve!"

"Adam!" I mocked back.

"We're in public," he pointed out. "People are everywhere!"

"So should I only play tonsil hockey in the car?" I asked, enjoying the chance to make my 'capable big brother' uncomfortable.

"Jesus, Eve," he said, shocked.

"You shouldn't use the Lord's name in vain," I pointed out, really enjoying standing up to my brother.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked.

"Not Simon," I retorted with a smirk.

"Eve," he said, his tone suddenly authoritarian, sounding just like dad, "I'm responsible for you and I will not have you wrecking your reputation."

I scoffed, "And what reputation is that? Prude church girl? Prim Virgin Mary? Those ones would be devastating to shatter."

He noticed we were beginning to get an audience so he ordered, "Get in the car."

"And what about your reputation?!" I asked, my feet not budging.

"What about it?" he asked, unsure what I was going to say next.

Truthfully, I had heard a lot of rumours about my brother, with the girl's bathroom being the truth serum for girls. One day I was in the bathroom back when Adam was dating another cheerleader, Ashley. She was giving everyone the vivid details of their night at Make-out Point.

I don't recall every word, but I did learn a lot about my twin brother and his sexual prowess.

1. He had the biggest dick in the school. Ashley swore it was over eight inches long, and thick like the skinny Tammy's wrist (Ashley's words, not mine).

2. He could come three straight times in under an hour.

3. Unlike other guys, he was willing to return the favour (at the time I had no clue what that meant).

4. He was very dominant, which Ashley loved. I recall her saying he was the only guy in the world she would let give her a facial or call her his jizz-bucket.

Yet I didn't say all that, instead I sarcastically said, "Oh nothing, you're prince fucking charming," using the 'F' word for the first time in my life except for back in the line just now when I thought there were only girls around.

I stormed back to the car, jostled past a sheepish Simon and jumped in the left-hand back door.

I saw Adam lecturing Simon briefly while he just kept nodding like a broken bobble head. I could only imagine what my brother was threatening him with.

Simon returned to the car while Adam walked back towards the canteen.

I asked, "Did Adam threaten you?"

Simon nodded, "He reminded me who your father was."

"I'm pretty sure my dad kisses my mom," I said.

"He was very convincing," Simon said, looking terrified. Changing the subject, he said, "Here's the snack you wanted, Eve."

"Thank you, Simon," I replied politely, even as I fumed inside.

Even at eighteen, I was still being treated like a child, and I wanted to be a woman. I leaned my boobs against his shoulder, placed my hand high onto his leg and said, "I'm sorry lover, let me thank you better than that."

"What are you doing?" he asked, instantly nervous.

My hand moved from his leg to his crotch and I said, "Thanking my handsome date for the movie and snacks."

"Stop that," he said, pushing my hand away.

"What do you mean?" I asked, insulted he'd pushed my hand away.

"We can't do anything," he said adamantly.

"We can't or you won't?" I demanded angrily. When we arrived I'd had no intention of doing anything but hold hands, maybe a kiss goodnight, but since learning the rules from Tiffany and then being forbidden to follow any of them... I suddenly wanted to do more.

"It's our first date," he said.

Trying to be sexy, imagining what Marilyn Monroe, or better yet Jayne Mansfield, would do, I said, moving my hand back to his crotch, "I just want to inspect the merchandise."

"Eve!" he gasped, but this time didn't push my hand away... likely because I had a firm grip on his hard penis and he didn't want to lose it.

"Is this because of me?" I asked coyly, feeling it was completely hard.

"Y-y-your brother is going to kill me," Simon stammered, looking completely scared instead of enjoying the feeling of having his penis squeezed by a girl.

"Fine, whatever," I said, pissed off and moving my hand away. "I would have sucked you."

I'm not sure that was true, but I'd been considering it.

Tiffany returned, and seeing us sitting far apart asked, "Something wrong?"

I snapped, "He didn't want his first date repayment."

"Simon, you should never reject a girl's advances," Tiffany said, scolding Simon. "That's very rude!"

"Your boyfriend threatened to kill me," Simon said.

Tiffany sighed. "Protective brothers," she lamented, nodding, looking at me with sympathy. "Thank God mine's away in the military."

"Mine seems to be a drill sergeant," I said, still annoyed, but appreciating the female understanding.

"Okay, that he is," she smiled, the innuendo obvious.

"Gross, he is my brother," I said.

"Just saying he knows what he wants and he takes it," she said, looking at Simon... clearly giving him good advice.

"Do you know what you want, Simon?" I asked, trying to sound sexy.

Simon's eyes were big. He was clearly uncomfortable with the situation... and unprepared.

"I'll keep your brother distracted if you want to play nurse resurrecting patient," Tiffany offered, just before the door opened and Adam got back in the car.

He glanced back at both me and Simon as he said, "Ready for the second flick?"

I was. I found James Dean super sexy and was looking forward to seeing the movie everyone was raving about: 'Rebel Without a Cause'.

"I'd leave you for James Dean in a heartbeat," Tiffany joked to my brother as he settled back in his seat.

"As long as I have the same option for Marilyn, it's a deal," he joked right back.

"You two will love this film," Adam continued, turning towards Simon and me. "It's my third time seeing it."

Tiffany quipped, her tone implying exactly what she meant, "Although you didn't see much of it last time, did you?"

"Not in front of my sister," Adam objected.

"Yes, her Virgin Mary ears can't handle the shocking reality of whatever you were implying," I said sardonically.

"Eve, please," Adam sighed.

"What?" I cooed innocently. "Why didn't you see the whole film last time, did you doze off?"
The film started and Adam didn't answer, instead just shaking his head with annoyance.

I too was annoyed.

I was sick of being his baby sister and him treating me like he had to protect me from the big bad world.

I was sick of being seen as the minister's kid, a stigma that didn't seem to hinder Adam's popularity, but suffocated mine.

I was sick of being perceived as a goody two shoes because I got good marks in school and was nice.

I wanted to be seen as pretty and sexy.

I wanted to be seen as a sexual being.

I wanted to have an adventure!

Although I really wanted to see this movie, instead I stewed about how I was being treated by both my brother and my date.

Why wouldn't Simon stand up for me?

The answer was obvious... my brother could twist him into a pretzel without even breaking a sweat.

Still... I wanted a man who would fight for me. A man who wanted me. A man who knew what I wanted, and also knew what he wanted and took control.

As odd as it sounds, I wanted a man just like my brother.

Tiffany was leaning on my brother's shoulder again and whispering, her right shoulder moving a fair amount. I wondered if she was giving my brother a hand job.

Feeling adventurous and wanting to push my boundaries, I scooted over to Simon and put my finger to his lips.

He shook his head no as I reached again for his penis.

I ignored his protests as I tried to unbutton his jeans, annoyed he was wearing a belt.

Yet again, he pushed my hand away.

Furious, I scooted all the way to my window and ignored him, staring at the movie, feeling completely unwanted.

A few minutes later, too angry even to watch anything, I closed my eyes, even as I heard Tiffany whisper, "Come on, Adam. I need that dick."

"Tiffany, my sister is right behind me," he whispered, even though I could tell by his tone he wanted to do whatever she was suggesting.

I kept my eyes closed and she said a minute later, "They're both asleep."

"No way," he said.

Tiffany asked fairly loudly, "Simon, Eve, you awake?"

Thankfully Simon didn't respond and I, trying to make it believable, began to snore lightly.

"See?" Tiffany said.

"Well, she is a sound sleeper," he said, clearly still unsure about doing something sexual with his baby sister in the car.

What he was saying was in a sense true, since once I was really asleep I was impossible to wake up.

"Come on, I need a load of that sweet jizz," Tiffany purred.

"We can't fuck," he stressed.

Tiffany said, "I just need your load. You know how much I crave it."

"You are an insatiable little sperm slut, aren't you," he whispered.

"Your jizz is just so addictive, baby," Tiffany purred. "I can never get enough."

"Fuck it," he gave in. "Get sucking, slut."

"Yummy," she said, as I opened one eye to see her blonde hair disappear into his lap.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, and I could see the back of her head bobbing up and down like a yo-yo slightly using the rear-view mirror which was ajar from its usual position. "No one sucks dick like you, my little cock sucker."

She moaned in agreement at a compliment that was usually an insult.

"Maybe I'll shoot this load all over your face and make you wear it the rest of the night," he said, with his confident cocky tone somehow turning me on... even though it was demeaning and derogatory to women.

She whispered between bobs, "Shoot that hot jizz all over my face if you want, baby. You know I love being your little slut."

"Oh yeah, remember when you had my load all over your face while you did your cheer at the year-end assembly?" he groaned, Tiffany's slobbery sucking sounds now echoing through the enclosed space.

I glanced over at Simon who appeared to actually be asleep.

I, on the other hand, was trying to get a closer look. Even though he was my brother, the Sex Act was turning me on and I wanted to see Tiffany sucking my brother's Big Penis.

And although people would call it sick and twisted, I was curious how big he was.

I know... but in my moment of sexual weakness I was no longer a good girl, but a very curious girl who longed to be bad for just one night.

So I leaned way up, my face just half a foot from the back of Adam's neck trying to get a better view of him getting oral sex, even as he groaned, "You're such a hungry slut, sucking my dick with my sister in the back seat."

Tiffany looked up, saw me and smiled, then she agreed, winking at me, "Oh yes, I'm a dirty jizz slut, you sexy boy. Now fuck my face with that big fucking dick."

I was about to move away since I was clearly busted, but I was paralyzed with awe at what I was witnessing and the hot wetness that was leaking into my panties. Plus, Tiffany's wicked smile had seemed to say 'Enjoy the Show.'

So I resumed watching, lifting my body up and leaning forward even more, being careful not to breathe on my brother's neck. I couldn't really see much, just the back of Tiffany's head bouncing around as my brother, as she called it, 'fucked her face.' It didn't really matter: I was watching them having sex! The sounds and even the smells were really exciting, but just the knowledge of what they were doing was best of all!

After a few minutes, Adam pulled out for a minute; Tiffany looked up and with a smile at me, displayed his cock in one hand and gestured with the other at its very impressive length as if saying, "Tadaah!"

The first penis I ever saw in my life was my brother's, and... Omigod was it magnificent! Long and powerful-looking, and glistening with a heavy coating of what was obviously Tiffany's spit.

She raised a questioning eyebrow at me, and I nodded silently. My cautious response was not to alert Adam, who was only two inches away from me, but she could see from the awe in my face how I felt. I was in heaven... except I was just an angel unable to do more than watch the sinners sin.

"Are you going to stroke it or suck it?" he demanded, annoyed at the lack of action.

"I just wanted to admire this perfect dick for a moment, isn't that alright?" Tiffany asked, again glancing up at me, wanting to know that I was still watching.

I was, with fascination.

My eyes were staring at my brother's 'dick', as Tiffany called it, and Tiffany spat on it, getting it all shiny while her small hands began stroking up and down the thick shaft for his... and my... enjoyment.

He chuckled, "Well, hard to argue that logic."

"Hard indeed," Tiffany approved, taking it back in her mouth.

"Oh yeah," he groaned. "No one sucks cock like you, my sexy jizz bucket."

"You always say the nicest things." Tiffany joked, as inches away from my brother, I moved my hand carefully to my hellishly heated vagina. It was full of liquid fire again.

"Less talking, more sucking," he ordered, as he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down on his 'cock'... as he called it. "Take it all, my devilish cock sucker."

It was bizarre, but at that moment as I slowly rubbed my burning inferno down below, I wondered what it would be like if I were the one sucking my brother's big cock. I wondered what it would feel like to be his cock sucker. I wondered what it would feel like to be used and abused... to be called such nasty names by him.

Then he began bucking his ass up, seemingly now, what did she call it... fucking her face.

Loud slobbering sounds vibrated through the car and I backed away just a bit so I could begin rubbing my clit faster... needing to release the Lake of Fire swarming inside me.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, his breathing getting heavier... and mine.

I could feel pleasure in my body taking control and I wondered if I could come exactly when he did... as weird and sick as that was.

"Oh God yes, swallow every drop, you dirty jizz bucket slut," he grunted a good thirty seconds later.

I leaned to the side, between the seats to get a good view of the blow job, no longer caring if he saw me. As I watched my brother ejaculate into Tiffany's mouth, I imagined that I was the 'dirty jizz bucket slut' and I came almost simultaneously and, oops, I screamed, unable to muffle my pleasure, "Yessssss!"

Adam gasped, turning around to look back at me, his eyes going big. "What the fuck?"

I kept rubbing, not caring that my brother was now watching me, as Tiffany took her mouth off his cock and his sperm fountained way up in the air, while mine gushed into my panties.

"Holy fuck!" Tiffany gasped, pumping Adam's dick as his semen continued to spew up into the air like lava and fall back down like rain all over her hair and face.

"Ooooooh, sorry about that, big brother," I moaned, while my first ever orgasm from anything kept rumbling through me like a train rolling down the tracks, as I kept staring at his firehose cock and I called him my big brother for the first time in my life.

Adam was confused, staring at me in disbelief, unable to see my vagina through my panties, but able to see my skirt hiked up and my whole hand stuffed down to my sex.

Even bathed in white, sticky jizz, Tiffany was having the time of her life, and she couldn't stop grinning to save her life as she watched the effects of my virgin orgasm on my rapturous face! Playfully, she finally took his cock back in her mouth, which seemed to pull Adam out of his trance as he demanded, "Tiffany, stop!"

She did, but cooed, "But lover, your sister seemed to enjoy watching us so much!"

With my dying orgasm still making my body twitch, I suddenly felt an intense rush of guilt. I yanked my hand out of my sopping panties, my face burning red, and fled the car, glancing back at Simon who was finally awake and looking at me confused... as he had done all night.

I scurried to the bathroom, mortified by my behaviour and weakness. It felt like I allowed the devil to control my body, as tears began to form in my eyes, even as I felt a lake of juices swooshing around in my panties as I walked.

I went directly to a stall, sat on the toilet seat trembling and pulled down my sopping wet panties.

What did I do?

Why did I watch?

What was I thinking?

These and other questions swarmed in my head, guilt hitting me like a lightning bolt.

Yet, I also couldn't believe the pleasure that I'd brought on myself... or the sight of Tiffany sucking my brother's humongous cock.

Suddenly Tiffany called out, sounding very concerned, "Eve! Eve! You in here?"

"Yeah," I called back.

"Let me in," she ordered.

I did. She had tiny white blobs all over her hair and face, but didn't seem to mind.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Just feeling real dirty," I admitted.

"Because you touched yourself?" she asked as she casually wiped some jizz off her forehead with a finger and put it in her mouth, as if to say, 'Why would you feel dirty?'

"Yes, I never done that before," I revealed, kind of getting her point and relaxing a bit.

"Oh My God!" she gasped. "So that was your first time touching heaven?"

I laughed, her description of an orgasm the opposite of mine, "Or the flickering flames of hell."

She pointed out, "God created us and gave us that organ just so we could feel that pleasure."

"I suppose," I said, thinking that might be true, but my father would argue that particular pleasure was reserved by God only for married couples when they wanted babies.

"Don't you dare give me any of that 'supposes'," she said. "We're born to be sexual beings, to give and receive pleasure."

"But my brother saw me staring at his penis," I pointed out, unsure how I could look him in the eye after that... even though I could still see his penis perfectly.

"I've already dealt with that," she said.

"How?"

"I simply explained to him that you were so shocked by seeing such a big dick, that it caused you to scream," she said.

I laughed. "Well that's true." After a pause I asked, "Are all boys that big?"

"God, no. Your brother has the Cadillac of cocks," she joked.

"Tiffany!" I giggled.

"And there is nothing I'd rather park in my garage, if you know what I mean," she continued.

"You're so bad," I said.

She added, her naughty sexual innuendo somehow making my pussy tingle again, "Of course I'd rather he goes for a long drive while I go for a long ride."

"Oh, my," I moaned a little, embarrassed by how talking about my brother having sex was turning me on... again.

I sighed, "Simon wouldn't even take his car out to get some fresh air and maybe a car wash."

"A car wash," Tiffany said, roaring with laughter, "that is hilarious. I'm adding that to my metaphor repertoire."

"I think maybe I'd like to go for a ride sometime," I finally admitted wistfully, my pussy getting wet again and my guilt fading as my exhausted hormones woke back up.

"Too bad he's your brother," Tiffany said. "Otherwise I'd let you take him for a drive."

"Tiffany!" I gasped.

She nodded, "That would be pretty hot! Watching a brother and sister fuck."

Although her words were ludicrous, my pussy gushed into my already soaked panties, and I let out the slightest of moans.

Thank goodness Tiffany didn't hear my moan, or ignored it, as she said, "We should probably get back to the car. Adam will be worried."

I nodded, "Okay."

She pulled me up and gave me a hug. "You know Eve, you're a pretty girl with a great body. I wish you'd stop hiding it."

"Really?" I asked, surprised by such a compliment from one of the prettiest, most popular, girls in the school.

She cupped my breasts, shocking me completely, "These jugs are even bigger than mine."

Another gush into my panties as I got felt up for the first time... and it was by my brother's girlfriend.

Moving her hands away, she decided briskly, "We are going to give you a makeover."

"What?" I asked, already missing her hands on my breasts... as I became even more flustered and confused.

"I'm taking you shopping," she declared, as she opened the stall and walked out.

Horny, confused, questioning my sexuality as I followed her, was I a lesbian? I tried to understand my sexual awakening.

Once back at the car there was no talking. As soon as we got in the car Adam began driving. I glanced at Simon, who now looked even more uncomfortable than when I tried to seduce him.

Simon was dropped off.

Tiffany was dropped off.

Then Adam drove us home without a word.

Once I got to my bedroom, I got undressed and pleasured myself once more. While I did I replayed Tiffany's head bobbing up and down, Adam's dominant tone, and mostly Adam's big hard cock... especially while his jizz rocketed out of him and rained down all over Tiffany.

Tonight's discovery of the inferno that Tiffany said God gave me suddenly consumed my entire being for the second time as I came again... and fell asleep almost instantly with my hand still in my panties.

.....

I woke up the next day mortified by my weakness.

What kind of girl watches her brother receiving oral sex?

What kind of girl gets all turned on watching her brother have sex?

I got up, took off my panties that were now sticky and crusty from last night, and tossed them in my laundry hamper.

I grabbed my robe and went to wash away my sin. Just my bad luck that the Jordan River wasn't nearby, it mighta done the trick.

After a long shower, I went to have a late breakfast and Mom asked, "How was the drive-in?"

"Fine," I answered, too quickly.

"Did your brother behave?" she asked, knowing that we didn't get along too great.

"He was as big a fun Nazi as Dad," I responded.

"Eve!" she shouted at my Nazi reference, then she calmed down and smiled, knowing he was a lot stricter towards me than to Adam. "At least it will make your father happy."

"Peachy," I sighed.

About half an hour later I was back in my room, looking through all my outfits that told me that I always dressed like a 12 year old church girl.

I sighed.

The phone rang and Mom called out that it was for me.

I didn't want to talk to Simon, unsure how much he had seen and what Adam said to him and asked as I went into the kitchen, "who is it?"

"Tiffany," Mom answered, as surprised as I was.

I took the phone and said, "Hi?"

"I'm going to be there in fifteen minutes to take you shopping. Be ready," Tiffany ordered.

I started to speak, but she hung up before I could refuse... not at all comfortable with being alone with her after witnessing what I did, not to mention getting felt up by her.

I sighed, unsure what I was going to say to her, yet also excited about the possibility of shopping with someone who had fashion sense and was popular.

I told Mom. "Apparently I'm going shopping with Tiffany."

"Well, that will be fun," she smiled.

"It will be something," I joked.

She laughed, "Yes, it will definitely be something." She went to her purse and handed me some bills. "Buy yourself a couple new outfits for the trip."

"Mom, you don't have to," I said, surprised because my mom never gave me money... Dad controlled all the money in the house.

"Have fun," she said, ignoring my offer to give back the money.

"Okay, thanks, Mom," I said, thinking it would be nice to have a couple new outfits for the trip which we were heading out on in two days.

Twenty minutes later, Tiffany was always late according to Adam, (who by the way was still sleeping at 12:30) Tiffany rolled up in her parent's car in front of the house.

I went out and got in.

She smiled, "Ready for a makeover?"

"I'm not sure," I admitted.

"Wrong answer," she said, and started driving.

I won't bore you with the details of the three hour shopping marathon where I tried on dozens of outfits, but I did end up with two full shopping bags of clothing including a new bra that, as Tiffany said, would make my tits (her word choice) look utterly delicious, three pairs of sexy (rayon!) panties, two dresses, two shirts that were a size smaller than I was (again to showcase my huge tits according to Tiffany who cupped them at least a half dozen times during the day) and a pink bikini.

I refused to leave the changing room, so Tiffany came in.

It was a bikini that definitely left little to the imagination as it barely covered up my large 36D breasts and showed every curve of my butt. It was also so skimpy that my pubic hairs stuck out.

Tiffany asked, looking directly at my crotch, "Haven't you ever shaved that thing?"

I blushed, as her tone said disgust.

I asked, confused, "Shave?"

"Yeah, can't have guys seeing your bush in that itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikini," she pointed out.

"Oh," was all I could say, feeling embarrassed that my hairy lower region was visible not just around the bikini, but even showed a bit through it.

"Don't worry, I'll help with that," she offered, before adding, "Shit, you have an amazing body."

"Thanks," I said, flattered by words I'd never heard before from anyone.

"I mean, shit, I could play and suck on those babies all day," she said, staring at me the way guys often stare at girls.

I blushed, flattered by her words even though they made me feel incredibly awkward.

"Guys are going to be all over you when you saunter around in that bikini," Tiffany said, before ordering, "turn around. Let's see that ass."

I did, feeling like a model in one of those fashion shows we did in grade four (the mother and daughter fashion show and tea).

"Girlfriend, why have you been hiding this body from everybody?" Tiffany asked, walking up to me and squeezing my ass. "Shit, you have a nicer ass than me too, and mine is amazing."

I stifled a moan as I answered, "Have you met my father?"

"Fair enough, but you're eighteen," she pointed out. "Old enough to make your own decisions and old enough to discover who you are."
"You tell him that," I scoffed, as Tiffany let go of my ass. "Remember, he made me double date with you and Adam yesterday."

"But look how well that turned out," she smiled. "You shoulda seen your face when you came!"

"I got rejected by Simon... twice," I pointed out, frustrated.

"Well, don't worry about the Simons of the world. In this bikini, plus the other outfits you got today, the Adams of the world will be trying everything to get inside your joy-hole," Tiffany predicted, her hand tracing my back.

Her touch felt so weird. It was actually stirring weird feelings as my pussy began to tingle and I knew I had to change before I got the bikini bottom wet even before I bought it.

I scoffed, turning away, "Unlikely."

Tiffany walked around in front of me and said, "Eve, you're a beautiful woman with a great body and a sweet personality. You're a catch for any guy." She leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips, "Or any girl."

Any girl? What the hell was that supposed to mean? And what was up with that kiss? My entire being burned as her soft lips, my first girl kiss, so much softer than the spin the bottle guys, sparked another fire inside me.

I couldn't believe the head cheerleader and my brother's girlfriend was kissing me, nor could I believe how it made my entire body melt or that my mind shut off when I kissed her back.

It lasted only a few seconds, but enough to completely confuse me. She smiled and said, "I'll let you change."

She walked out and I tugged down the bikini just before a gush of wetness leaked from my burning inferno of lust.

I shook my head at the strange lesbian encounter... unsure if Tiffany saw me in a sexual way or was just crazy friendly.

I got dressed and bought the bikini, Tiffany bought a couple of my items too, cos I didn't have enough money.

"Have fun?" she asked.

"I feel like Cinderella, except instead of a cool glass slipper I have a hot bikini," I joked.

"Well, the story is similar. Like Cinderella you hid your beauty, had an overbearing parent controlling you and hiding you in ashes... when with one swoosh of a fairy godmother," she said, doing a spin just like she was my fairy godmother, "you are transformed into a sexy princess. Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

"I don't think the fairy godmother kissed Cinderella," I joked.

"It's the 50s, not the dark ages. I'm a sexy liberated fairy godmother," she smiled. "Actually, I prefer the term fairy sex goddess."

Feeling comfortable bantering so scandalously with Tiffany, I gave her a deep, formal curtsey, "Yes, my fairy sex goddess."

She smiled, "Much better."

Back in her car, she said, "Now to finish the transformation."

"What else is there?" I asked.

"Never question your fairy sex goddess," Tiffany scolded, giving my leg a sexy squeeze.

The squeeze, although harmless, sent an electric trigger directly to my pussy.

Back at her house, we spent an hour as she taught me how to use all types of make-up... transforming me from a wallflower to a beautiful woman. I couldn't believe how make-up could change my looks. I barely recognized myself!

She then said, "Now take off your skirt and panties. Time to deal with that thorny forest and wake up Sleeping Beauty."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really," she nodded, "and then sit on the edge of my bed."

"Um, okay," I said, unsure.

"Just do it. Your fairy sex goddess knows what is best for you," she playfully replied, as she grabbed one of her pom poms and waved it over me like it was fairy dust. "Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!"

I laughed, "Am I a cheerleader now?"

"You could definitely be a cheerleader," she nodded as she left the room.

I took off my skirt and panties and sat at the end of her bed, my legs crossed.

She returned, grabbed a pom-pom again and waved over me, "Spread your legs nice and wide."

"Like the parting of the Red Sea," I joked.

"Hopefully there is no Red Sea today, neither from a period nor a cut if you move while I shave," she warned, before adding as she grabbed the scissors, "So don't move."

"Okay," I nodded, as I watched her start snipping off my hair.

"I'll cut as much as I can before I use the razor," she said, as she worked.

"Okay," I repeated, still in awe that I was at Tiffany's about to get shaved down there.

She cut hair for a good five minutes, until I could actually see my pink, slightly wet, labia.

She noticed and smiled, "Your pussy is a little wet."

I blushed at her observation, as she leaned forward and before I could say anything she licked my pussy! Just three all-too-short laps, creating sensations I didn't know existed, before sitting back up and saying, "You taste as sweet as you look, Cinderella."

"Oh God," I gasped, using the Lord's name in vain for the first time ever.

"No one has ever licked your licorice I assume?" she asked.

I shook my head no, even as my legs twitched from the aftershocks of the incredible brief, surprising stimulation.

"Your brother eats snatch amazingly," she revealed.

"Yuck!" I said.

"You didn't seem to think he was yuck yesterday when you were drooling over his dick," she pointed out, as she put shaving cream on my much less hairy pussy.

"This feels weird," I pointed out.

"Oh, it's going to get even weirder," she smiled, "Now we wait a minute."

"So any summer plans?" I asked, trying to be casual, while my legs were spread open in front of a kneeling girl less than a foot away.

"Fucking your brother as much as possible," she answered.

"Oh Jesus," I said, before realizing I'd now used His name in vain too.

"What?" she asked. "You saw his dick. Wouldn't you ride that stallion any time you could if he wasn't your brother?"

"Last night I would have rode any dick," I answered, which in my heated lust last night was likely true.

"Even your brother's?" She asked.

"I didn't say that," I protested.

"You said any dick and your brother has a dick, and a very nice, juicy dick I might add," she smiled wickedly at me.

It was so weird. It was like she couldn't get over the idea of me having sex with her boyfriend... with my brother.

"Fine," I clarified. "Any dick but my brother's."

"I don't know," she purred mischievously, "you looked pretty enthralled with his magic wand last night."

"I was enthralled watching you suck his... magic wand," I clarified, which was partly true for sure. "I've never seen a girl do that before."

"Ohh, so you were enthralled by me?" Tiffany asked, her tone sexy as hell. "Step into my pumpkin!"

At the time it wasn't because of her, it was about the act and my brother's impressive package, but now that she'd felt me up, kissed me and even licked me a bit, all three times taking liberties so casually as if she was saying 'hi', she had me confused... horny and confused.

I tried to imagine what she would say to such a question. And going for shock value and with the secret hope she might go back and lick some more between my legs, I answered, "I did say I'd fuck anyone!"

She gasped. "You little minx, hiding behind that conservative smoke screen!"

"My fairy sex goddess chased away all the dwarves and woke up my inner slut," I joked.

"I'm about to awaken your outer slut too," she said wickedly, "but first let's get this pussy looking ripe and ready to eat."

"Like an apple," I quipped, loving the religious metaphor of Eve's temptation and sin of eating that first apple.

"Soon you will be eating it right to the core, and this ripe apple won't be poison," she promised using a different metaphor, as she began to shave me.

I was so horny and yet as she shaved me, guilt raised its ugly head again.

Not at the lesbian innuendo that was so full of magical promises.

Not at sinning... God made us all sinners, and as Tiffany pointed out, he created this pleasure for us to experience, not to run away from... and God did I want to experience it!

Not at helping Tiffany cheat on my brother. He was a good guy overall, but overprotective, like most brothers were.

What would he say if he found out Tiffany and I were fooling around?

To my surprise, Tiffany was done quickly, patted my pussy possessively and said, "Much better!"

I looked down, having closed my eyes during the shaving in an attempt to relax (although I sure didn't relax... but instead wallowed in new anxiety) and was shocked that my pussy didn't have a single hair around it!

It was as bare as the day I was born. Okay, as a baby's bottom.

"Wow, now that is a transformation," I said, in awe of how nice it looked, my swollen sex with glistening pussy lips in my clear view... and in Tiffany's.

"Oh, but now the final transformation begins," she crowed, before leaning in and burying her entire face between my legs.

"Oh, God!" I gasped, with a loud moan.

She licked my vagina, parting my lips with wide, long tongue strokes.

The self-pleasure yesterday was intense, but that was nothing to the crazy stuff I was feeling now! My body twitched and my head went light as my body went gonzo with the unimaginable pleasure. I was powerless to do anything but sit there and shudder! And moan!

"Don't stop," I moaned, as I could feel my orgasm rising quickly. "Whatever you do, PLEASE Don't Stop!"

"Not until I get a taste of your full flood, Eve!" she promised, as her lips went to my little nub I hadn't even known before that I had, and tugged. "Now, this is your clitoris," she continued between tales, "your clit. It's going to become your very best friend, right this moment!"

It was like the heavens had opened up and rained pleasure all over me as I instantly came with the intensity of a thousand liquid fires... as electricity coursed all through me from the tip of my toes to the burning of my fiery cheeks... as I fell back onto the bed.

"Thus concludes your baptism into sexuality," Tiffany purred, as she kept licking me even though she was wrong about the concludes part... I kept coming and coming.

"Oh God," was all I could muster over and over as every ounce of energy was sapped from my body.

Tiffany moved away from my legs, crawled onto the bed, and kissed me.

Her lips were covered with my own sweet juices as she slid her tongue in my mouth. I returned the kiss feverishly, my mouth and tongue the only body parts still working after that orgasm... everything else was totally limp.

I explored her mouth, trying to reach every corner.

When she broke the kiss, she asked, as she pulled off her panties, "Ready to go tongue spelunking?"

"I don't think I can move," I said, before adding, "I think you may have thrown away Eve and replaced her with Raggedy Ann."

She laughed as she straddled my head, "I think I awoke the dormant lust slut inside."

As her own shaved pussy hovered over me, I joked, "You awoke me from the zombie slumber I'd been living in."

I then leaned up, extended my tongue and tasted pussy for the first time. It was heavenly! So sweet and fruity that I was instantly addicted to this natural taste unmistakably created by God.

No way could anything that tasted this good be a sin.

I lapped hungrily, wanting to both taste this delicacy and get Tiffany off.

She moaned, as she began to move her hips up and down and all around and slowly grind every which way on my face, "Yes, you're a natural pussy pleaser, just like your brother."

Hearing her compare me to my brother sent guilt rushing back in a big way. I was having sex with my brother's girlfriend and that was definitely a sin, thinking 'Thou shalt not covet thy brother's slut'. As I played ever loosely with the 10 Commandments.

Now, obviously that part of scripture was aimed at two brothers, but I'm pretty sure my case was similar.

Yet the guilt didn't stop me from my hunger to get Tiffany off and taste the full nectar of her flood.

"Don't stop," Tiffany moaned, as she ground all over my face.

I thought to myself that I couldn't stop even if I wanted to with the way she was grinding on me.

Thirty seconds later, as I kept trying to lick the best I could, I felt her full flood of juices splatter my face as she screamed, "Yessssss!"

I couldn't believe how good her nectar tasted as it coated my face, lips and mouth.

Even as guilt washed through me, so too did insatiable lust, the sweet taste of perfection exploding on my tongue.

After a couple of minutes, she got off me and smiled, "You sure you've never had a boxed lunch before?"

"Boxed lunch?" I asked confused, as I licked my lips searching for any last remnants of her sweetness.

She laughed, "Your innocence is so cute."

Trying to shock her, I used the 'c' word for the first time in my life. "Your cunt tastes so good!"

"Good, because I'm going to expect you to be munching my box regularly," she said as she grabbed a pink robe.

"But you're dating my brother," I pointed out.

"So?" she asked, not seeming to understand such an obvious concern.

"That's wrong," I said.

"Like I said, you're so fucking cute," she replied, before slipping out of her bedroom.

I lay there in her bed, completely confused. Was I a lesbian?

I definitely got turned on by Tiffany, but I found guys cute, and got wet seeing my brother's big cock. All I had to do is think of it, and I could see it again now.

What was wrong with me?

Why had I allowed myself to get sucked into this pleasure of sin?

Tiffany came back in, two cucumbers in her hands, closed the door and dropped her robe.

My guilt faded instantly, distracted by her amazing naked body.

"So," Tiffany said, joining me back on the bed, casually pinching one of her own nipples. "Time to teach you how to suck dick."

"Excuse me?" I asked, even though I'd heard her fine, and suddenly deduced why she had cucumbers in her hands.

"These, Eve, have multiple purposes and multiple homes," Tiffany said, as she moved a cold cucumber between my legs.

I yelped as I joked, "Besides eating?"

"Exactly," she nodded, moving the cucumber to my pussy, "It's a great cock substitute when the real thing isn't available."

"Which is always, for me," I sighed.

"You have a big thick dick living right near your bedroom," she pointed out, as she continued teasing my pussy with a long green vegetable that I suddenly wanted inside me.

"You're fascinated with me having sex with my brother. What's that about?" I asked, even as I let out a moan because the cucumber was parting my pussy lips.

"If I had that dick living in my basement I'd be playing doctor all day and all night," she relished, resting the cucumber just a tiny bit inside my pussy lips... teasing me relentlessly.

"Even if he was your brother?" I asked, even as I lifted my ass up and spread my legs wider, trying to get the cucumber inside my wanton hole.

"I don't know," she shrugged, pulling the cucumber away from my pussy and tapping my clitoris with it. "The idea of incest is a real turn on. I may try fucking my brother when he returns from the war."

"You wouldn't," I dared, my legs twitching with each teasing tap. "Though it would be a nice gesture to a serviceman, brother or not."


"Oh, I'll fuck pretty much anybody as long as the cock is good," she shrugged, as she moved the cucumber away from my fevered box and to my lips. No, those lips this time. "Now back to the topic at hand. A cucumber is also a great way to practice sucking dick."

"Really?" I asked, seeing my shiny wetness on the end of the green phallic vegetable.

"The first key is to breathe through your nose," she explained.

"Okay," I said, thinking that was obvious if your mouth was totally full.

"Open up," she ordered.

Although I thought this was silly, I was completely at the whim of this beautiful, intriguing girl. Plus, like in all my academic endeavours, practice does make perfect.

So I opened my mouth and she slid a couple inches of the cucumber into my mouth.

"Now just get used to having that pretty mouth filled up," she instructed.

I wanted to say, 'I'd rather it be full of your pussy,' but of course I didn't because I wasn't that brazen yet and I had a cucumber stuffed in my mouth.

So I did what she said.

I was surprised how much the cucumber, which was long but thin, stretched my mouth. After only a couple of minutes of this, I began to get uncomfortable.

"Don't strain to keep your mouth open, just relax your jaw and let Dick do the work," she instructed, "big cocks like your brother's take a while to get used to."

Again mentioning my brother's penis, which made me replay watching her suck it yesterday yet again.

I could still vividly see his hard shaft and hear his dominant tone. God!

I tried relaxing my jaw as she continued, "And use your tongue to swirl around the top, imagine it's Adam's thick mushroom top. He loves that."

And although it was weird and wrong, I imagined it was my brother's cock in my mouth as I obeyed, swirling my tongue around the warm head of his delicious... cucumber.

She explained, "When you do things to him with your tongue, that relaxes your jaw because you're focused on something else."

Which it did. My eyes closed, I continued to suck on Adam's big delicious cucumber cock, which was so wrong and yet made me so wet. I even moaned as I swirled my tongue around the cucumber and actually began to bob on it a bit, wondering what his sperm would taste like, trying to get more of it into my mouth, recalling how deep this cock had gone into Tiffany's mouth last night. I hoped he'd come soon, I wanted to taste him!

"Oh yes, you little slut," she purred, her free hand going to my fevered pussy, bringing my fevered brain back to reality and cucumber, "you really want his big dick in your mouth, don't you?"

I moaned both in response to the question and to her hand on my pussy.

Her finger slid inside my pussy as she continued, "I bet you'd suck your brother right here and now if his big cock was available."

"Yes," I moaned, not completely in response to the question, but to the fact that her finger was tapping on something inside my pussy which was bringing new intense pleasure to my very being.

"You want to be your brother's cock slut. You want to be your brother's..." she recited over and over about ten times until she pulled the cucumber out of my mouth.

Her tapping driving me wild, his big cock engraved in my memory and now in my sex fever dreams, and my hunger for cock all drove me to a rapture where I was willing to do or say anything, as I responded, in stunted breaths, my head light, "Yes, God, don't stop."

"Yes what?" she asked, as she suddenly quit tapping inside me.

"Yes, I want to suck my brother Adam's big dick, I want it NOW!" I declared, writhing on the bed like a fish out of water gasping for her last breath.

"Tell me what you want," she demanded, as she moved her pretty face back between my legs, her pretty face inches from my cunt, her finger still inside me.

"To come," I answered.

"No, my incest slut," she purred, taking my clit in her mouth and tugging, but only once. "Tell me what you really want."

Giving completely into my lust, as her finger tapped once again inside me, sending tremors throughout me and making me want her to do it again and again, I declared, "I want you to fuck me with that cucumber all the way down and take my virginity. I want to go to my brother's room and suck his cock until he comes in my mouth and all over my face."

She resumed tapping over and over inside me, fireworks exploding, as she continued, "What if your brother wants to slide his big dick inside this slutty fuck hole?"

The dirty talk, her nasty inappropriate visuals, the bewildering combination of my waking dreams and the cucumber, and her magic finger, all had me transformed into a complete lustful bimbo as I answered, on the verge of complete delirium, "I'll be his incest fuck toy forever," I moaned/screamed, which was the last thing I uttered before Tiffany began rapidly tapping and simultaneously flicking my clit with her tongue. The double pleasure was too much as the invisible tide broke and I came, even harder than last time, "Fuuuuuck!" Was all I could muster as every last joule of energy left in my body was used up.
I lay there, juices flooding, body trembling, head swimming, as I envisioned Adam's cock shooting his load all over my face... and Dear God did I want his load all over me!

Tiffany continuously lapped up my nectar as it kept flooding out of me, as the pleasure just kept coming and coming... just like I was.

Eventually, when this orgasm from the heavens finished washing over me, Tiffany smiled, "I don't think I've ever seen anyone come so much."

"Years of dammed up juices finally breaking through the damn dam," I joked.

"No doubt," she laughed, as she moved beside me.

I asked, "What's that you were doing with your finger?"

"You liked that?" she asked, kissing me on the nose.

"Not much, I just want it done to me forever," I joked.

"There's this place in there," she said. "It's a secret, impossible-for-guys-to-find spot, and it triggers pleasure."

"Wow," was all I could muster.

"Oh yeah," she nodded, kissing me again, this time where I could kiss back.

We kissed for a minute, before she broke away and apologized, "I'm not sure we finished your blow job lesson, but I couldn't help myself. You're like a new toy I just bought and can't stop playing with."

I laughed, not at all offended at being objectified, "I'll be your toy any day."

"Never forget those words," she smiled.

I asked, "So what's this obsession with me and my brother?"

"It's fucking hot," she shrugged.

"You'd be okay with him having sex with me?" I asked.

"For sure," she nodded. "I mean we are boyfriend and girlfriend, but I play with lots of other girls, and I told him he could fuck other girls as long as I know who."

"That's weird," I pointed out.

"Perhaps, but we both know we each have a lot of sexual needs," she explained. "And on that note, come down to my pantry and have one more snack before you go."

I ended up going down on her one more delicious time before going home.

The next day I practised blow jobs for a couple hours on a couple of cucumbers, eventually able to take six inches without gagging.

Then we were on our way on our trip as we headed to a family reunion across the country... camping the entire way.

I'm not going to lie... I looked at my brother's crotch... a lot.

I got wet wondering what it would be like to suck his cock.

I got wet wondering what it would be like to get fucked by him.

He, of course, seemed oblivious.

Did he know about Tiffany and me?

Did he know that I saw him getting a blow job in the car?

Did he know of Tiffany's obsession with incest? With his incest? Or worse, my incest?

These questions swirled around my head creating anxiety and insecurity, while somehow also keeping my loins stimulated.

For three days we stopped at three different historical attractions that were pretty cool, but Dad also stopped us at two churches for meetings (there is never a true work-free holiday when your dad is a minister). It didn't help that Adam and I were together in the back seat, squished together may I add, as Dad had used almost half the back seat for our camping gear. Thus, I was always leaning against my brother... his big cock just inches from me... my pussy constantly on fire. A liquid fire I couldn't quell.

Dad ranted about my new bikini... and forbade me to wear it.

It was the late afternoon of our third day, near a town in the middle of nowhere when I wondered if the incest gods were smiling on me.

Dad offered, while reading a newspaper, "Why don't you two kids go to the drive-in tonight?"

Mom added, "Yeah, your Dad and I have a church meeting and it may go late."

I looked a question at my brother, who shrugged in his usual noncommittal way. I asked, "What's playing?"

Dad answered, "To Catch a Thief, and Rebel Without a Cause, although I don't really like that James Dean character(fellow). He's too wild and a poor role model if you ask me."

Adam agreed to go, giving me a strange look I'd never seen before, "Sure, why not? Nothing else to do around here."

My pussy dampened. I was going to the drive-in with just my brother!

I mean I wasn't expecting anything to happen, but just the idea was exciting.

A few minutes before leaving, deciding to be wicked, I decided to take off my bra and panties and got in the car wearing nothing but a dress and some shoes.

I felt so dirty!

I felt so excited!

I felt like such a slut... maybe even an incest slut... my imagination filling with hundreds of ways this evening could go. I sent all the boring ways away and kept the others, so by the time we were ready to leave, my mind was filled with a Technicolor cornucopia of amazing things I might do to my brother and things he might do to me! I told my heart to stop going pit-a-pat: someone would hear!

God, had Tiffany transformed me.

And God, did I need to get laid.

As usual, there was hardly any chatting on the ten minute drive over, with my brother not being much of a talker... at least not unless he had a girl sucking his dick.

He paid for us and we went together to get popcorn and sodas.

Once back in the car, the previews started and there was literally no talking... nor was there any talking all the way through the first movie... although I was preoccupied the entire movie by imagining I was Tiffany and I was doing to Adam what she did last time I was in the car at a drive-in.

I glanced at his crotch a couple dozen times.

I was literally wet... so wet a little rivulet soaked through my dress and onto my seat.

To my surprise, during intermission he started up a conversation as he asked, "So how was shopping with Tiffany?"

"A learning experience," I answered with a playful smile.

"That bikini Dad freaked out about was her idea, I'm guessing," he said.

"Yeah, she said one pieces are for children," I nodded, happy he noticed my new bikini. Taking a risk, I asked, "What did you think of it?"

"It's very revealing," he answered guardedly.

"It's supposed to be," I said, trying to sound seductive as I spoke... deciding I was about to become a rebel with a cause.

"I know, and I don't like it," he said.

"Why?" I asked with a pout.

"You're my sister and I don't like guys checking you out," he answered.

I couldn't resist. I asked, "If I wasn't your sister would you have checked me out?"

"Eve!" He gasped, objecting to my forward question.

I continued, "I'm serious. If I wasn't your sister, would you have checked me out?"

"Yes," he huffed, exasperated by the question.

I smiled, putting my hand on his leg, feeling frisky and adventurous, "And what would you want to do to me?"

"Eve!" He gasped.

I said, moving my hand to his cock, which was already a bit hard, "According to Tiffany, boys have expectations for us girls at drive-ins."

This time he groaned, "Eve, don't. You're my sister."

"Tonight, Adam," I announced, rubbing his cock through his jeans, "I'm not your sister, I'm your date."

"What's gotten into you?" he said, even as he allowed me to rub his cock.

"Certainly not this... yet," I purred, as I used both hands to undo him and fish down for the now completely hard cock that had been haunting my thoughts day and night ever since I first saw Tiffany going to town on it. I grabbed onto my prize triumphantly!

"Eve," he groaned, then paused and groaned again before he added weakly, "we shouldn't be doing this."

My heart started going pit-a-pat all over again when he exerted zero effort to remove my hand, but just sat there staring at it wrapped around his hard cock.

I wrangled his dick all the way out of his pants and told him, "Brother dear, I haven't been able to stop thinking of this cock ever since I first saw Tiffany sucking it."

"Really?" he asked, surprised and for the first time in his life not in control.

"Yeah, and tonight I'm not just your date, I'm also your slut," I declared.

Before he could respond I lay on my side with the stick shift against my belly and took his cock in my mouth, not at all worried that people could walk by and see. We didn't know anyone here. All that mattered was his cock.

He groaned, as a thrill traveled up my spine and my pussy leaked again.

I'm not sure what I expected, having had only a cucumber to practice with, but it was surreal.

It was so hard, but it was soft in my mouth too... like a hard sponge wrapped in velvet.

His cock wasn't as thick as a cucumber, but it still stretched my mouth completely.

Recalling Tiffany's instructions, I swirled my tongue around his mushroom top, liking the feel of his cock head and the ridge that separated his hard shaft from his smooth cock head.

"Oh God, Eve," he groaned, I think out of pleasure, but it may have been in shock that his sweet Virgin Mary sister had just taken his cock in her mouth.

I asked, "Do you like this, big brother?" And as I stroked his shaft, never looking up but focusing on the task at hand (pun intended), I added, "And this time I do mean big brother."

"God, yes," he groaned, as I rolled my tongue down the side of his long thick shaft.

"You shouldn't use the Lord's name in vain," I teased, wishing I could get to his balls, but his bunched up pants were in the way.

"God, you're a naughty little temptation," he groaned as my lips and tongue slithered their way back up his shaft, leaving trails of shiny spit behind. Tiffany had said to get it nice and wet.

"Maybe you should teach me a lesson," I said before taking his cock back in my mouth.

"I'll teach you how to be a real little slut," he groaned, shifting into the dominant Adam I'd seen with Tiffany the other day.

I bobbed up and down, the position much more awkward than when I lay or sat in bed sucking the cucumber. The stick shift was a real pain in the butt... literally.

Each downward bob, I attempted to go deeper as I got used to his cock in my mouth in this new position.

"Oh yeah, keep taking more of my dick, my little cock sucking sister slut," he ordered, pressing his hands on the back of my head.

Being called his sister slut sent a rush of adrenaline through me while simultaneously sending another gush down below.

I was committing scandalous incest, willingly and eagerly, and yet I felt no guilt... only lust and a strange sense of natural tranquility that soothed away any guilt, even during this taboo, sinful act.

I, of course, obeyed my brother like a good Christian girl should, worshipping a holy cock created by The Lord himself. Oddly, it seemed natural to commit incest, to get as close as humanly possible as a brother and sister could... well, without fucking, but the night was still young and I had faith.

"Oh yeah, fuck," he groaned, pushing my head down on his cock until my nose was buried all the way down in his pubic hairs while half his cock was buried down my throat.

I didn't move, I just breathed through my nose, as he began bucking his ass up and face fucking me... which felt exhilarating to just be used... to be used as a slut... to be something no one in the whole world thought miss Goody Two-shoes could possibly be.

It wasn't six thrusts later when he grunted, pulled out of my throat but not my mouth and warned, "Here it comes, sister slut."

I felt his seed rocket into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. My only disappointment was that in this position I really was a sperm bucket, or maybe a jizz conduit, as his spunk shot into me and slid directly down my throat. I didn't get to taste it at all... I still wanted to taste my brother's jizz!

Once he was done, he let go of my head and said, his face looking aghast, "I can't believe we just did that."

I sat up next to him and pouted in his face, "I can't believe you face fucked me so I couldn't taste your load. According to Tiffany, it's really yummy!"

He shook his head before he asked, "And that was your first time?"

"Sucking a cock?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, still stunned by my brazen behaviour.

"Yes," I nodded. I stole a trick from Tiffany and kissed his nose before adding, "And I wouldn't mind another first, too."

"Which is?" he asked, his cock still out, his wonderful cock still hard and ready.

"Well you've only been inside one of my holes so far," I pointed out, as I lifted up my dress to show him I wasn't wearing any panties. "And I have another one right here that's already very wet with anticipation."

"Holy shit!" he gasped, staring at my wet, ripe pussy.

"Holy fuck, you mean," I corrected, as I parted my pussy lips to show big brother some pink.

"You shaved your pussy?" he asked, staring at me.

"Your girlfriend did," I revealed.

"I'll have to thank her," he said, and it was his turn to surprise me as he slid me towards the right hand door before leaning over the stick shift and sticking his face between my legs.

"Are you going to eat your sister's boxed lunch?" I asked, using Tiffany's words.

"Clearly you spend too much time with my girlfriend," he chuckled, as his tongue made contact with my pussy.

"I hope to spend a lot more," I moaned from his touch, my tone implying something naughty.

"She fucked you, didn't she?" he asked, looking up at me.

"No," I answered truthfully. "But she did eat me out and finger me."

"Like this?" he asked, sliding two fingers inside me.

"Yeah, something very like this," I moaned, as I enjoyed the double pleasure of his fingers inside me and his tongue on the outside.

"You taste delicious, baby sis," he said, after a few more licks, a few more finger pumps.

"I don't know how you taste," I complained.

"Oh trust me, you will soon," he promised, sucking my clit between his lips.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed loudly, lucky the windows were up or the entire drive-in would know what was happening.

As I neared orgasm, he suddenly stopped and sat back up.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"The movie is starting," he said, pointing to the screen.

"Get your fucking tongue back on my cunt!" I raged, as he started the car and drove towards the exit.

He laughed, "Language, baby sis, language."

As he started driving, I moaned, frustrated and so close, "Are you really going to leave me like this?"

He shook his head. "No, it's okay. I just want to find a place with a little more privacy."

"You better fucking hurry before I straddle the gear shift instead," I only kind of joked... my pussy on liquid fire to the point I was willing to do almost anything to get off.

"So did you eat Tiffany too?" he asked.

"Yeah," I admitted. "Is that okay?"

"Fuck yeah," he nodded. "Next time I get to watch, though."

"Maybe join, too?" I smiled wickedly.

"A threesome with the two hottest girls I know?" he said. "I'm in."

"You better be in very soon," I responded, needing to come now... and wanting to get fucked... hard... by my brother.

"Here's a fairly secluded spot," he said, pulling into a tree-covered area.

As soon as he stopped, I demanded, "Get back to pleasing me."

He laughed, pointing to his semi-erect cock and counter-demanded, "Get me hard again."

"You're not hard just from thinking about taking your sister's virginity?" I teased. I then added, as I moved to take his cock back in my mouth, "Don't you want to fuck your kid sister and make her into your live-in fuck slut?"

"Ohhhhh, fuck," he groaned, as I swallowed his cock right down.

After three quick throat bobs, I asked, "Is that a yes?"

"God, yes," he answered, his cock instantly back to full mast.

"Let's take this outside," I suggested. "This isn't the stick I want poking me," I objected, pointing to the gear shift.

He got out of the car as did I, and he grabbed me and surprised me by kissing me... hard.

This was a lot different than the tenderness of kissing Tiffany.

It was rougher, yet equally satisfying and stimulating.

It was raw!

It was lustful!

I kissed him back with the same lustful urgency.

When he broke the kiss, he spun me around, bent me over the car and asked, as he flipped up my dress and moved behind me, "Are you sure you want this, Eve?"

If I had any last second doubts, and if he was being sincere in giving me a final chance to reconsider, he probably shouldn't have poked his cock gently against my pussy lips and rested it there while I considered.

I knew it was incest.

I knew it was morally wrong.

I knew it was a sin.

Yet somehow none of that mattered.

I needed his cock.

I needed to get fucked.

I couldn't wait to lose my virginity to my brother.

The reality is that as twins we'd always shared lotsa things most siblings couldn't... and now I wanted to share this with him too.

Enough thinking. Time to announce my verdict. "Fuck me, big brother."

"God, I haven't stopped thinking of doing this since I saw you in that bikini," he said, as he slid all the way inside me. "Although I never thought it would really happen. Do you know you've been keeping me up nights? Yeah, that way, too."

"I have?" I asked with a loud moan, as his entire cock entered me and immediately started moving back and forth in my refilled Lake of Fire. I was surprised he was so turned on by me... he hadn't showed any hints he was interested. Or maybe I was just oblivious.

"Yeah, Eve, you're one hot piece of ass," he replied, as he kept slowly fucking me.

"You know all the nicest things to say to a girl," I joked, actually appreciating the comment.

"Yeah, I do," he agreed, as he grabbed my hips and started fucking me faster.

"Oh yes, fuck me," I moaned, this pleasure very unlike the oral sex I'd experienced from Tiffany and briefly from Adam.

As he fucked me, I felt pleasure I didn't know existed.

There were some similarities to having a tongue on my pussy, but also some differences.

Pussy licking was tender; fucking was raw.

Pussy licking focused on the outside; fucking on the inside.

Feeling his entire body slamming into me as I was bent over the car was completely exhilarating and holy fuck, absa-goddam-lutely nothing like pussy licking!

I wished I had something to grab as my entire body was consumed with the pleasure God created me for.

"Harder, big brother," I moaned, between his deep strokes. "Use me like you would any other fuck slut."

"God, Eve," he grunted, "you're so fucking hot!"

"So is this," I moaned, as he slammed into me harder and faster.

My moans got louder... turning from whimpers to moans, to grunts, and to loud screams as an irresistible orgasm built inside me.

"Come, you sinful temptation," he demanded, as he grabbed my hair and pulled it hard. It hurt but somehow in a good way.

"Oh yes, fuck, use me," I moaned, being treated so roughly driving me crazy! "Almost, almost, almost, almost..."

"NOW!! You brother fucker!" he ordered, which was the name that made me erupt.

"Fuuuuuuck!" I screamed, shouting my carnal lust to the four winds in the middle of nowhere as a pleasure tsunami swept me away!

No way could this possibly be a sin!

No way would the Lord create such pleasure to fulfill a faithful follower and not want them to enjoy it!

No way would I ever want to go back in time and not experience just how great sex could be.

I just allowed the pleasure to cascade through me as the apple was swallowed whole and his big hot worm was still burrowing away deep inside me.

"Oh yeah, you incest tramp," he said, not slowing down at all as my orgasm tsunami continued to sweep me further and further up the shore.

"Keep fucking me," I said weakly, the orgasm still sparking flames throughout my entire body.

And he did, pounding me throughout an orgasm that didn't seem to want to end... the wet flames continuing to consume me like a fire that flickered but wouldn't flame out. I thought it would never end and I didn't want it to!
Then suddenly he pulled out, spun me around, roughly guided me to my knees and slid his cock into my mouth.

He grabbed my head and face fucked me for a dozen rough, rapid strokes before he pulled out and ordered, "Open wide!"

I obeyed eagerly! I couldn't wait to taste his jizz and feel it splatter on my face... wanting to be used like a slut... to be used as his slut.

I watched him stroke his cock, watching its meatus, its little eye, wink at me with such promise and purred, "Come on your sister slut's face, you big fucking hunk of a brother."

I opened my mouth wide just as he grunted and the first wad of his jizz shot out, hitting me right in the left eye. I'd closed my eyes too late as the second rope sailed directly into my open mouth, and the third splatted on my chin.

I caught a lot of his spunk on my tongue and when I no longer felt warm semen hitting me, I closed my mouth and swished the gooey man seed around, savouring its welcoming taste, then opening my lips just enough to breathe in air across it and absorb its savoury bouquet.

It was slightly salty.

It was an odd texture.

It was yummy!

It smelled like vanilla smoke!

I swallowed it, opened my one good eye, and took his cock back in my mouth, wanting to extract any jizz still in his barrel.

I tasted myself on his cock and realized I tasted pretty good.

"Clean me up, Eve," he groaned, as I slowly bobbed on his cock, part cleaning and part just mellowing out.

After a minute, I stood up and said, "That was amazing."

"I can't believe we just did that," he repeated like he had the first time he came down my throat, looking at me exhausted and a little bewildered.

"Adam, you definitely ate that apple," I joked, playing with the reference.

"And you were the ultimate temptation," he nodded back, his cock still hard.

"Does this forbidden fruit ever go down?" I asked, now stroking it just because I could.

"The serpent's snake is always ready," he countered nonsensically, as we both enjoyed the playful Biblical, whimsical, banter.

"I'll be tempting that serpent the rest of the trip," I smiled, as I lovingly continued stroking his cock.

He looked at his watch. The movie wouldn't be over for another twenty-five minutes.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked faux demurely.

He lifted me up, put me on the hood of the car, spread my legs and said, "Time for a forbidden fruit cocktail!"

And as he buried his face in my pussy, I knew this was only the beginning.

I received a second orgasm from my brother's tongue and fingers.

Together we began a twenty-minute journey to our respective third orgasms as he fucked me in a few different positions... each creating different pleasures:

-He spread my legs and slid inside me missionary style... this being a very different mission than our family's prior one in Africa.

-I straddled his lap and ground my body and hips on his cock as we kissed passionately.

-He lay back on the hood of the car as I rode him... loving the different sensations when I was the one in control; when I was the fucker fucking the fuckee.

-We did doggie style again, although this time we were on the grass, and we were so into each other we were oblivious to mosquitoes, and I bounced back on big brother's dick screaming maniacally as he plunged into me, delivering me to my third orgasm.

And then I spun around to my knees in front of him begging, "Come all over my face again, big brother and baptise your sister submissive slut into her new life as your live-in jizz-bucket!"

I think the idea of live-in spunk bucket really sent him over the top and, "Oh yeah," he grunted just a few seconds later as I closed my eyes just in time, getting my second facial of the evening... this one hitting my forehead, my open mouth and my chin.

He slid his cock back into my mouth and I bobbed for a couple minutes savouring the serpent's snake one last time.

He pulled out, pulled me up and smiled, "Sister slut, you look so beautiful with my jizz all over you." It sounded very much like I had just joined an ultra-enlightened religious order and been given the holy name, 'Sister Slut'.

"Thank you, Brother Dominant," I smiled, my entire body flushing with warmth at the compliment.

He looked at his watch. "Shit, we're late."

"You should've come quicker," I teased.

"It was three times in an hour," he defended.

"I'm likely going to need at least three a day," I smiled, genuflecting to his cock and blowing it a kiss.

"If I have to," he said faux reluctantly, putting his holy scepter away for now.

"You do have to," I said, wiping some spunk off my face and slurping it noisily into my mouth.

"I got some in your eye," he apologized, as he went to the car.

"Yeah, rookie mistake," I forgave, finding my discarded dress and going to the car too.

Inside the car he handed me a large box of tissues as he started to drive.

"Thanks," I said, beginning to scrub his sticky seed off my face.

We drove in silence, each of us concentrating on our task, each of us pondering the consequences of biting the apple.

Once back at the campsite, I joked, "Well, back to being good little Christians."

"Until the next baptism," he added, as we got out of the car.

As we approached the tents, Mom and Dad sharing one and each of us siblings having our own, Dad asked, "Did you guys get lost?"

"Yeah, a little," Adam lied, as he went and sat by Dad at the fire.

I sat beside Mom near their tent and she gave me a suspicious look before she asked, "What happened to your eye?"

"I accidentally rubbed salt in it after eating some popcorn," I lied, hoping I'd thought of something believable.

"Oh," she said thoughtfully, as she glanced over to Adam and then back to me. She moved very close to me, almost touching, studied my face closely, and then reached a hand up to my hair. When she took it away, I saw semen on her fingers.

My eyes went wide.

She moved her fingers to her face and sniffed them as Dad and Adam talked, Adam oblivious that we were busted.

Mom then shocked me! She studied the evidence briefly, glanced at the men, and then looking me directly in the eye, sucked her fingers into her mouth. They came back out clean.

My eyes went even wider as her expression confirmed my suspicions of her suspicions. No question: she knew!

Without a word, she prodded a finger into my left breast. Yep, no bra.

She flipped up the hem of my dress for a moment. Yep, no panties either.

She then pointed a finger to my dress and I looked down to see a big wad of sperm. "I think you missed some, Eve." She stood up and walked away leaving me bewildered and scared to death!

Did she know that was her son's semen?

If so, why did she eat it?

Why did she walk away?

Oh God!

I glanced over to Adam and he smiled at me.

I smiled back and scooped up the wad of jizz so he could see, and put it in my mouth.

For a few minutes I sat there as dad and Adam talked, Adam oblivious to the anxiety coursing through me and why. But I knew for sure that Mom knew I'd had sex, and maybe she even knew I'd had sex with her son, my brother.

As I pondered what to do next, I noticed Mom wasn't coming back, in fact she'd totally disappeared someplace, so I got up to go to my tent... suddenly feeling very exhausted.

As I did, I heard soft moans coming from Mom's tent.

I stopped and listened.

The moans were unmistakable: she was masturbating. Mixed in with her moaning, I thought for a moment I heard my name, but I couldn't be sure.

I quietly went to my own tent with my head spinning and my pussy still tingling.

So unknown to my mother I joined her in secret masturbation. As I fingered myself, I pictured her doing the same, still able to... not quite hear her moans, just to sense them, and I felt very close to her somehow. But after a few minutes I gave up, too tired to come; my brother Adam had totally worn me out.

I no longer sensed Mom's moans as I drifted off to sleep, hoping my sweet Mom had a good orgasm. I was so completely spent that I almost forget to pray.

I prayed... thanking the Lord for guiding me into womanhood tonight... as I knew nothing would ever be the same. And please Lord, don't say anything to Dad....

The End... or just the beginning.

Potential Future Chapters:

50s Family: And Mommy Too

Mom confronts Eve about last night and they end up exploring each other in the tent.

50s Family: Backseat Fucking

Lucky guy fucks both his sister and Mom while Dad drives.

50s Family: Backseat Sodomy Gomorrah

Eve gets her anal virginity taken.

Or

50s Family: Church Sodomy Gomorrah

At a church event, Eve discovers the pleasures of anal sex.

50s Family: Daddy Too

Dad somehow gets involved.

50s Family: Drive-In 3some

Back home, they go to the drive-in with Tiffany.

50s Family: Family Orgy

All four spend a night together on the beach.

Other ideas??
50s Family: And Mommy Too
Mom and daughter explore each other in the tent.
Summary: Mom and daughter explore each other in the tent.

This is the second chapter to this story. In part 1, 50s Family: A Sister's Virginity, virgin church daughter Eve sees her brother get a blow job at the drive-in and becomes in awe of her brother's big cock. After going shopping with her brother's girlfriend she has her first sexual encounter... as she discovers the joys of lesbian sex. Then, on a family road trip, beginning at a different drive-in and continuing in the woods, just brother and sister this time, Eve sucks her first cock... her brother's... and he also takes her virginity. The chapter ends back at the family campsite with Eve's Mom discovering sperm in Eve's hair, then Eve hearing Mom masturbating in the tent....

Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, Robert, thor­_pf and Wayne for editing.

50s Family: And Mommy Too

I woke up and replayed last night in my head.

I'd sucked my brother's cock.

I'd swallowed his jizz.

He'd licked my pussy.

He'd bent me over the car and took my cherry.

I'd had multiple orgasms.

I took a second load all over my face.

I took a third load on my face, keeping my sore eye shut this time.

I was caught with spunk in my hair by my mother.

She scooped up the sperm and... OMG... ate it.

She walked away.

I heard her masturbating in the tent a few minutes later.

I think she moaned my name.

These memories had my no longer virgin pussy on fire.

I was just moving my hand to deal with my burning lust when Mom called from outside my tent, "Breakfast is ready, Eve."

Reluctantly, I pulled my hand out from between my legs, having barely touched myself, and headed out... unsure what to say to Mom on this morning after.

Yet, we had breakfast as usual, before dad announced that he and Adam were going fishing for a bit before we got back on the road.

As soon as they left, Mom said the words all kids dread hearing, "We need to talk, Eve."

My eyes went wide at Mom's simple sentence. I usually heard those words from my father, and they always were followed by a lecture or scolding.

I was petrified of what she was going to say as she gently took my hand and led me into her tent.

When we arrived in the tent, which took only a few excruciating, nerve-wracking seconds, but felt like I was being led to the execution chamber, she finally spoke. "Eve, I'm not angry."

"Y-y-you're not?" I asked with a huge sigh of relief, even though her reassurance suddenly made sense. While Dad was all fire and brimstone, loud and disapproving, constantly discovering new sins to condemn me for, Mom was the polar opposite.

Never in my life had I heard my Mom yell at anybody or lose her patience. She was the living, breathing Job, the most fatalistic and patient person in the Bible.

"Oh honey, you're eighteen," she said, turning to look at me and taking both my hands in hers. "It's only natural that you'd want to explore and discover the pleasures God created between a man and a woman."

Not knowing where this was going, I was still bewildered by her words as she continued, "But darling, I do have some questions."

"You do?" I asked, complete sentences suddenly a challenge for me.

"Yes. First, how long have you and your brother been fucking?" she asked, my mouth dropping open, not at the question, which I'd kinda guessed was coming, but at hearing my mother use a swear word for the first time ever.

I stammered, "L-l-last n-night was the first time."

"I figured it might be," she said, seeming very calm and composed. "Did Adam take your virginity last night?"

"Yes, Mother," I admitted, somehow beginning to feel comfortable with this strange conversation. I figured most mothers would be jumping up and down in outrage by this point, but ever since we'd begun talking outside the tents last night, she'd showed no signs of judging me.

"He does have a huge cock," Mom said with a slight smile.

"Mother!" I gasped, shocked by my sweet, reserved, often timid mother saying something so bluntly.

"What?" Mom asked with a playful smile, "I've seen him masturbating more than once... he doesn't know I have... plus those tight jeans he wears can't possibly conceal a sword that big."

"Well, he did impale me with that big sword twice," I admitted.

"I haven't been impaled in over ten years," Mom admitted.

"No!" I gasped, "but you're married!"

"After you and Adam were born we tried for another few years for one more child, but your father eventually gave up on conception and then shortly afterward on sex," Mom revealed, looking so sad. "If it isn't done for procreation, sex is a sin, you know," letting on by her ironic tone, for the very first time in my life, that she thought something Dad said was stupid.

"He at least licks your pussy?" I asked, before realizing I'd said 'pussy' instead of 'vagina'.

"God, no," she laughed, with a hint of spite, before adding, "Jesus, I just used the Lord's name in vain. Damn, that was twice! Three times!"

Wanting to be supportive, I offered, "I did quite a lot of name-vaining myself last night."

"While your brother was fucking you," she smiled wickedly, obviously savouring the dirty word.

"Especially when he had me bent over the car and was slamming my cunt from behind with his massive cock," I added, suddenly feeling completely comfortable talking so frankly with my mother and trying to shock her back. After eighteen years of such a strict, Puritanical upbringing, I was amazed to discover I felt I could tell her anything, until I realised that all the brimstone stuff had always come from Dad, and the worst Mom had ever done was not to contradict him whenever he got to ranting and raving. Whenever I'd felt too bad, she'd always sneak me off someplace for a long cuddle until I stopped crying.

"He didn't sodomize you, did he?" Mom asked.

"No," I shook my head.

"Good, because that's more a third date type of thing," Mom joked.

"Mother!" I gasped, truly enjoying this delicious side of Mom!

"What? I was young once, near the end of the depression and the start of the war, and back then we had to make our own fun," she said.

"Which was anal sex?" I questioned.

"Well I did some of that of course before I married your father, but what I did a lot of was licking pussy," Mom answered, seeming to enjoy the shock value and the facial expressions I was likely showing her.

"Mother! You were a lesbian?" I questioned.

"No but your Aunt Gladys and I found lots of imaginative ways to kill the time in the small room we shared, including anal. We didn't have cocks of course, but we always found things to use when we wanted to," Mom revealed, continuing to bombard me with shocking, but wonderful revelations.

"My head is blown," I said, completely overwhelmed by what I was hearing.

"I've been living in silence and denial for years," Mom explained. "I mean I was pretty wild when I was your age, but once I got married, well, I settled down because that's what married women are supposed to do."

"You love Dad, right?" I asked, noticing a strange look of sadness in her eyes.

"God, yes," she nodded. "Don't mistake this conversation and honest revealing for anything other than a sudden reawakening of a long dormant sexual life."

"I don't understand why Daddy doesn't fuck you," I bluntly said, enjoying being able to swear in front of my mother... swearing just as new as fucking for me... and I saw them as being connected.

"I don't either," she sighed. "I know he loves me, like he loves you and Adam, but he doesn't know how to show it."

"Which is strange considering the Bible is full of evidence of love," I pointed out.

"I'm not sure, because he refuses to talk about it at all, but it could be his memories of the war. No doubt he uses the Bible as a fear tactic against the parishioners, especially you teenagers, to protect you from the corruption of American values he sees as a threat," Mom explained.

"He sure doesn't promote the positive messages in the Bible," I nodded, as I moved and gave Mom a hug.

"I think he's lost, like so much of today's society and unfortunately I've allowed myself to get lost too," she said, sounding as sad and lost as a teenager: like me a week ago! She added, "Realizing you must have just had sex with your brother reawakened a side of me long dormant, as well as my memories of my own incestuous past. Especially when I realized I'd just tasted my son's seed!"

"Mom that is so hot," I said, breaking the hug and looking her in the eyes.

"Oh, Eve, that was so long ago," she said.

I stared into her eyes and complimented, "And you're still very pretty, probably beautiful if you actually wore make-up or dressed a little more risqué."

"And give your dad a coronary?" Mom joked.

"If we stand together and confront him Mom, what is he going to do?" I asked, before joking, "Condemn us to hell?"

She laughed, "Maybe."

I then looked into her eyes and complimented her, "You really are beautiful."

"I'm old," she sighed, my father having convinced her she was no longer beautiful.

Annoyed, I continued, "Mother, you're not old, you're beautiful; and I'd love to do things with you like what you and auntie did."

"Oh, daughter, you're just saying that," she said, still so brainwashed by Dad that she couldn't see the forest for the trees."

"No really Mom, I want to make you feel good," I said, implying the obvious, and yet saying it in a safe way.

She seemed to catch on to my intent as she asked, questioningly, "Well surely you wouldn't be willing to do...."

I answered the question before she finished asking it by pressing my lips against hers.

I wanted her to know she was beautiful.

I wanted her to know she was wanted.

I wanted her to feel the lesbian pleasure I'd recently discovered from the expert tongue of Tiffany.

I also wanted to be the one to give her the orgasm that she'd been denied for far too many years.

At first, she didn't respond.

I was about to stop kissing her, thinking maybe I'd misread the signs and made our mother-daughter relationship awkward.

But then, thank God, she returned the kiss.

It was tentative at first.

Pecks.

But then the kiss became like the burst of flavour when you take that first bite of a fresh piece of gum. Our kisses became delicious and lustful and urgent.

We kissed with reckless passion for a couple of minutes before Mom broke away and stammered, her eyes suddenly big, "W-w-we can't be doing this, incest is a sin."

"I don't recall any actual scripture that calls what two women can do together a sin, Mommy," I said, kissing her again. I then added, "Actually, Jesus said, 'by your fruits shall ye be known'. If you're anything like Tiffany, I'll bet you have some delicious fruit in your vagina... no, in your cunt!"

"Are you quoting scripture to have sex with your mother?" Mom asked, a sly smile crossing her face.

Deciding to use the somehow sexier term, I nodded, as I kissed her again, "Yes, Mommy." As I moved to her neck and splattered her with more kisses, she moaned.

A rush of excitement coursed through me and my pussy leaked slightly... and I was still sans any sort of underwear.

"Mommy, I want to suck on your gorgeous tits," I whispered into her ear, before I gently tugged on her earlobe with my teeth.

"Oh, Jesus, Eve," she moaned, as I lifted her shirt over her head.

"Yes, Mommy, this morning I'm your saviour," I whispered, enjoying the religious aspects, and tossed her shirt aside.

"This is wrong," she trembled, as I moved my hands around to unclasp her bra... although I noticed her protest was only through words and not actions as she didn't move away from me or try to stop me from undressing her.

"Why would the Lord make something that feels so right to be wrong, Mommy?" I asked, as I took off her bra and tossed it aside. "God gave you a really nice pair of tits, Mommy," I added, staying on the offensive as I bent down, cupped both her breasts as I took her left nipple (which was hard as a diamond) into my mouth.

"Oh, Jesus, Eve, that does feel so nice," she moaned, as I swirled my tongue around her nipple... wanting to make this an intimate encounter unlike my seduction of my brother yesterday where I wanted to be fucked. Knowing Dad and Adam were fishing and we had all the time in the world made this a lot more relaxing as the pace could go at whatever level we wanted it to.

"It's been a long time since I sucked on these," I purred, tugging on her nipple... again enjoying the naughty incest taboo.

"You're so bad," she trembled, my touch seeming to have the impact I had hoped it would.

I moved to the other nipple and replicated the dedicated attention it deserved... always a big fan of balance.

She didn't talk, she just moaned softly.

Wordlessly, after a couple of minutes, I lowered myself to the ground (Mom was still standing) and pulled down Mom's shorts.

"Eve, no," she protested weakly, but again didn't move away... it was just words.

I noticed there was a wet spot in her panties, as I moved my finger to trace her pussy lips, "Is this wetness because of me, Mommy?"

"Oh, Eve," Mom moaned with a tremble.

"So wet," I announced, as I moved my hands to her hips and tugged her panties down, seeing a very hairy pussy.

"Eve, I, um, this is wrong," she struggled to say.

I ignored her weak protests as I leaned forward and licked her pussy, which was a little more difficult with all the hair, but the scent was incredibly strong and enticing.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned loudly, as my tongue made contact with her drenched pussy.

"You taste so good, Mommy," I complimented. "I was right about your delicious fruits."

"I can't... believe you... are doing... this," she struggled to say more than two words in a row as I parted her pussy lips and licked... that sentence taking her almost a minute to say.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, as I flicked her clit and had no intention of actually stopping regardless of her answer.

"Noooooooo," she moaned loudly, as I put brief pressure on her clit.

And for a couple of minutes there was no talking... just her moans and my licks.

I took my time as I explored Mom's pussy.

I teased her.

I listened to her moans, which I found so sexy.

I felt her hands go into my hair.

I smiled as she gently guided my head deeper between her legs.

I took the wordless instruction as I began licking faster, painting her pussy up and down with wide lick strokes.

"Oh honey, faster," Mommy begged, her increased heavy breathing implying her orgasm was close.

I obliged, lapping hungrily, while shaking my head slightly from side to side.

"Yes, baby... oh God... Mommy is so close," she whimpered.

Wanting to make her scream, I moved to her clit and sucked it between my lips.

"Holy fuck, yes!" Mom screamed the instant I sucked on her clit, pressing my face directly on her cunt, and her orgasm flowed immediately.

I eagerly lapped up her juices the best I could in the tight spot, enjoying Mom's nectar.

She let go of my head and I took a breath and licked her some more, savouring Mommy's taste.

Mom pulled me up and kissed me... tender and sweet... her tongue parting my lips.

I slipped my tongue back into her mouth.

The kiss lasted a few minutes.

When she broke the kiss, she gasped, "I can't believe I let you do that."

As I pulled down the panama bottoms I'd put on last night I said, "Mommy, we're just getting started."

She smiled, "Are you implying you want your Mommy to lick your cunt?"

"Mommy, language," I mockingly scolded.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she laughed, as she glanced down to see my lack of underwear, and my recently shaved pussy. "Oh, my!"

"Tiffany shaved me," I explained.

"How would one even do that?" she asked, staring at my wet, girlish-looking pussy.

"Patiently," I shrugged, as I lay down on her sleeping bag.

"I imagine so," she laughed. "I've never even seen a bald cunt before."

"So you've never licked a bald cunt either," I smiled up at her, my expression reminding her how beautiful I thought she was as I spread my legs wide.

"I can't say I have," Mom smiled, as she lowered herself onto the sleeping bag and between my legs.

"Well, Mommy, come closer and change that answer," I offered wickedly... the idea of Mom licking me being completely hot.

Mom moved directly to my pussy and said, "Your pussy is already wet, Eve."

"Eating you really turned me on," I admitted.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Mom said, looking up into my eyes from between my legs.

"You're not doing it yet," I pointed out.

"You're such a bad girl," she smiled.

"Now be a good bad Mommy and lick your daughter's wet, needy cunt," I demanded in a sexy way.

She shook her head before burying her face between my legs, "This is crazy."

I moaned on contact as her tongue parted my pussy lips.

After a minute or so, she said, "I'd forgotten how sweet a pussy tastes."

"You didn't forget the technique though," I responded, "You're really good!" her tongue feeling amazing as she explored my entire nether region.

She didn't respond, instead I felt her tongue go lower as she used both hands to lift my ass up. Then, to my surprise, she licked my ass.

Yes, I mean she licked my asshole.

It felt so weird.

So dirty.

So fucking hot.

I moaned, enjoying the nasty act, "Yes, lick my asshole, Mommy."

"You like Mommy eating your asshole?" she asked, as her tongue swirled around my rosebud like a tiny tornado.

"I've never had that done before," I admitted, "but it feels really fucking good."

Her tongue probed around for a little bit longer before she moved back up and surprised me by saying, "Don't move."

"Where are you going?" I whined, my body completely on fire and ready to combust.

"Just don't move," she ordered, for the first time in the encounter sounding more like a mother and less like the one being seduced.

"Yes, Mommy," I quickly obeyed, wanting her to know I would obey her without hesitation... being told what to do was a great turn on, as was being called names.

Mom left the tent and I lay there curious, but a little perturbed. Where could she possibly be going in the heat of the moment?

She returned a minute later and ordered, "Close your eyes."

"Yes, Mommy," I responded and did exactly as she told me... my annoyance shifting to excitement with whatever Mom had in store for me.

I felt her move back between my legs and resume licking my fevered pussy. I was confused where she'd gone, but that confusion faded as her tongue resumed working its magic.

"Oh yes, Mommy, your tongue feels so good on my cunt," I moaned, wanting her to know how much I was enjoying this.

As my moans increased, my orgasm building, I suddenly felt something poking at my asshole. I opened my eyes to look down as I felt something cold slide inside my asshole just as Mom took my swollen clit in her mouth.

I couldn't see what she'd inserted in my ass but it was thin. I screamed! Being sodomized by a foreign object while simultaneously having my clit pleasured became the final straw, as I grabbed Mom's head and held it against my trembling twat, "Mommmmmmmmmmmmmy, I'm coming!"

The gush of come that flooded out of me likely alerted her without my declaration, as intense pleasure coursed through me. The anal stimulation triggering my orgasm... the feeling of having something in my ass stung a bit, but that was dampened by the intense pleasure on my clit.

Mom eagerly licked my juices as my orgasm seemed to tingle everywhere from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

When I was finally spent, Mom climbed up, leaving whatever was in my ass inside me, and kissed me.
I tasted myself on her lips and had to admit I tasted pretty yummy... like mother, like daughter.

We kissed for a couple of minutes, sharing my juices before Mom asked, "Want to do something extremely wicked?"

"You just sodomized your daughter," I relied, with a smirk, "what can be more wicked than that?"

"I'll be right back," she said, again leaving me with my legs spread on the ground.

"Okay," I said, as I looked between my legs and saw the fat end of a carrot.

My mother had sodomized me with a carrot.

Wow!

I left it in and waited for Mom to return as I pondered just how crazy the last 12 plus hours had been. I'd had sex with two thirds of my family... after being a virgin just before that.

Wow!

Mom returned with a package of hot hogs and a cucumber.

"Do you have a food fuck fetish?" I asked, only then realizing that was a pretty cool triple alliteration.

She laughed, "Well, your aunt and I would use whatever we could find to pleasure each other or ourselves with, and that included a wide range of household items and vegetables."

"You've been hiding a very naughty side," I said, as she joined me on the ground, opening the hot dog package.

"Your father doesn't know of my incestuous past," she said, before adding, "and he called my high sex drive the devil's work, so I eventually quelled my desire and became the dutiful housewife of a minister."

"Oh Mom," I sighed, that sounding so sad. "The man you love should accept you for who you are."

"It's okay, you've rekindled my dormant sexual desires, and since you want to play, I'm not going to let that happen anymore," she said, as she opened the hot dog package.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Opening a package of hot dogs," she answered unhelpfully.

"Okay," I said, shaking my head, "why are you opening a package of hot dogs?"

"Well, your father will be expecting lunch ready when he returns from fishing," she explained, as she pulled out a hot dog and slid it inside my pussy.

"Mother!" I gasped with a soft moan, shocked by her intentions.

"What? Just adding a special flavour to them," she said all innocently as the entire hot dog disappeared inside me, quickly followed by a second one.

"Are you really going to feed these to them?" I asked, even as my pussy quickly felt pretty full with two hot dogs in me.

"Well, your brother and I have both tasted your sweet cunt, so it only seems fair your Daddy should too," she said rather practically. She then asked, "Think you can fit a third one?"

"Only one way to find out," I replied, the kinkiness of the act really turning me on.

"Agreed," she nodded, as she slid a third wiener inside me.

"Oh God," I moaned, feeling completely full.

"I think you have room for one more," Mom said, as she attempted to slide a fourth inside my boiling crock pot.

"I don't think soooooo," I answered, but indeed a fourth wiener somehow found its way inside me. "Shit, I'm so full."

She then inserted the other four inside herself as she asked, "Think your brother will enjoy a hot dog glaze?"

I nodded, stunned by how wild this had gotten so quickly, "I'm sure he'll devour them whole."

"Like you just did four wieners," Mom smirked, as she tapped an escaping wiener back into her dripping pussy.

"Hey, we're going to have to eat these too," I pointed out.

"Do you have a problem with that?" she asked.

"No, just saying," I shrugged, wondering what a pussy glazed hot dog would taste like.

"Now sit back and let our lunch marinate," she suggested, as she moved to me and kissed me.

And for a few minutes we just kissed... our lips never breaking contact.

She then said, "I think it's time to make the salad."

"What?" I asked, as she moved between my legs and pulled the hot dogs out one at a time. Her fingers going inside me and making the wieners move around stimulated every part of my pussy, making me moan.

After all four were out, which took a bit of time, she asked, "Can you take these out of Mommy?"

"I suppose," I smiled, as I moved between her spread legs.

It wasn't easy to get my fingers in and get a good grip of the wieners, especially the last one... especially when Mom got to moaning and squirming around. Of course, that may have been my fault since I was flicking her clit with my tongue while I did it.

Once all were out, she reached for the cucumber and asked, "Want to try something a little kinky?"

"No," I said, but was clearly joking. "Because none of this has been kinky."

"Brat," Mom called me, as she inserted the cucumber inside me.

"Slut," I called her in the heat of the moment.

"Did you just call a woman who hasn't had an orgasm in over a decade a slut?" Mom questioned, looking offended.

"Well, you are my Mommy-slut, are you not?" I questioned, before adding, "and you had a nice screaming orgasm a few minutes ago."

"Oh you are a deliciously devious one," Mom smiled, as she moved towards me, her legs going over mine.

"Is that a yes?" I asked, liking the term Mommy-slut.

"Yes, I'm your little Mommy-slut," she agreed, as I realized what she was doing.

"With those tits you're definitely not my little Mommy-slut," I joked, as I watched her take the other end of the long green cucumber and move it to her pussy.

"This was your aunt's and my favourite pastime," Mom explained, as the cucumber slid inside her and then she pulled me to her making the veggie go deep inside me and her.

I moaned as I said, "This is indeed a very unique game of hide and seek."

"It's more grind and peak," she said, as she began moving her hips, making the cucumber fuck me and her.

I moaned as I also began moving my hips.

Soon we were both fucking each other.

The cucumber the piston.

But our bodies the engine.

Not surprisingly, we were both moaning like crazy as we fucked each other... our pussy lips now kissing.

"Oh Mommy, this is so good," I moaned, really grinding furiously.

"Fuck me, Eve, fuck Mommy's cunt," Mom moaned back, clearly as close to orgasm as I was.

And then just as we both climaxed together a few seconds later, the cucumber broke in half from the wild, reckless bucking we both did as we spewed our juices all over each other and simultaneously arched our backs back as we came like dirty whores.

"Yes!" we both screamed at the same time as we collapsed onto our backs and allowed the euphoria of our blessed sin to captivate our entire beings.

For two or three minutes there was no talking... just stunted breathing as we both allowed the glory of the orgasm to spread through us.

Finally, Mom said, "We better get freshened up, they should be back in a while."

"You may have broken me," I joked, my entire body feeling spent.

"You definitely broke the invisible chains of chastity," she said, moving to me and kissing me again.

I smiled, "Anything for you, Mommy."

"Don't you mean, Mommy-slut?" she asked, demurely.

"Indeed I do," I agreed, kissing her.

We got dressed, and Mom handed me six baby carrots and said, "Let those marinate."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded, as she took them and slipped them inside the panties I had just put on and slid all six inside me.

An hour later, the boys arrived and Mom slyly fished out the carrots before chopping them up and adding them to the salad which also included a chopped up cucumber that had been recently used as a fuck toy.

Mom and I watched in voyeuristic intrigue as Dad and Adam grabbed their hot dogs and put them on sticks, oblivious to what was on them.

I assumed the heat of the flames would burn off any pussy juice on the wieners, but the salad, on the other hand, would be full of our unique feminine flavour.

I grabbed a hot dog and some salad, but didn't eat any as I watched while they ate their hot dogs and salad.

Neither made any strange faces or made any comments as I glanced at Mom, who smiled as she took a bite of salad.

I ate the salad too and there was indeed a subtle taste of pussy... although the salad dressing covered the scent and for the most part the taste.

Dad said, as he finished eating, "That salad was amazing."

I replied, "Good to hear: we used a new salad dressing."

"Well, always use it from now on," Dad said, as we stood up and went to take down the tent, oblivious to what he was instructing us to do. "Let's pack up, we need to get going to be in Addleton by seven."

Thirty minutes later we were packed up and with the box that Dad had picked up at his last meeting sitting next to us, Adam and I were stuck in one seat in the back... thus I had to sit on my brother's lap... and well, you can imagine what that led to.

Wink.

End of part 2

Coming in 2018:

50s Family: Backseat Fucking

Siblings fuck in the backseat while Mom watches and Dad drives.
50s Family: Backseat Fucking
Lucky guy fucks both his sister and Mom while Dad drives.
Summary: Lucky guy fucks both his sister and Mom while Dad drives.

This is the 3rd chapter to this story.

In part 1, 50s Family: A Sister's Virginity, virgin church daughter Eve sees her brother get a blow job at the drive-in and becomes in awe of her brother's big cock. After going shopping with her brother's girlfriend she has her first sexual encounter... as she discovers the joys of lesbian sex. Then, on a family road trip beginning at a different drive-in and continuing in the woods, just brother and sister this time, Eve sucks her first cock... her brother's... and he also takes her virginity. The chapter ends back at the family campsite with Eve's Mom discovering jizz in Eve's hair, then Eve hearing Mom masturbating in the tent...

In part 2: 50s Family: And Mommy Too, Eve and her mother have a frank talk about sex that leads to a variety of secrets being shared about Mom's incestuous past, and a hot, food-filled, mother-daughter lesbian tryst. It ends with the family about to continue their road trip, but due to delivering a large box from one church to another, the backseat is quite tight and Eve must sit on Adam's lap for the drive...

Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, Robert, thor_pf ands Wayne for editing.

50s Family: Backseat Fucking

Realizing I'd be sitting on my brother's lap the entire drive... which would take about three hours... I took my panties off, and while I was standing beside him a minute later, I slyly handed them to him with a wink.

His eyes went big at the damp and silky hint of what I had in mind.

I didn't say a word... just put a finger to my smiling lips to shush him... and pointed for him to go sit in the tiny space remaining in the back seat. The cramped area we'd be sharing was on the right, behind Mom, not behind Dad, who would be driving.

Adam had never been one to do as his little sister told him, little because he was nine whole minutes older than me, give me a break, but all the fucking and other sexy stuff we'd done last night seemed to have raised my status in his eyes. He gave me a happy look like the canary who'd swallowed the cat, and did as I suggested. (Yeah, that way around: how many canaries get to swallow cats, and how many guys get to fuck their sister with their parents sitting in the front seat!)

Dad had never been one to apologize to any of us, not even Mom; the only person he seemed to ask forgiveness of was the Lord, and that was on behalf of his parishioners or sometimes us kids, and not his perfect wholesome self. But today he broke character by saying, "Sorry about this, kids. I didn't really think it through."

I shrugged as I joked, saying something both Adam and Mom would catch on to, "No worries Dad, it's always good to get closer to your sibling. We'll try and get along today, right, Adam?"

Mom added, the innuendo for me, as Adam didn't know that we'd been busted last night, although astonishingly Mom's only reservation about learning that her son and daughter had been fucking was that we hadn't yet tried anal, "Yes, this trip is about getting our twins to really get close again like they were when they were younger."

Dad concurred, unaware of what he was really encouraging, "Yes, it would be nice if you two got closer."

I promised, as I climbed into the car to sit on Adam's lap, "Dad, you can count on me to do whatever it takes to make sure Adam and I become the closest siblings ever."

"That's my girl," Mom nodded approvingly, making my cunt tingle at her real approval... soon I'd be fucking my brother again, and this time she could watch.

"That's a real Christian spirit, Eve," Dad approved, as I slyly ground my pussy through my dress and Adam's jeans, onto his already hard dick.

"Anything for the Lord, Daddy," I replied, wondering if I could eventually tempt him to join our secret family incest club with a membership count that now stood at three.

Mom got in the car, looked directly at both of us and nodded slightly. Adam had no idea why, but I knew it was a silent starter's pistol.

Dad got behind the steering wheel and said, "Well, let's just try and enjoy the ride."

"That I plan to do, Daddy," I said, reaching under my skirt and giving Adam's cock a firm squeeze.

Once we were on the road and Dad had turned the radio on, Adam whispered in my ear as I rubbed his cock, "Eve! What're you doing?"

"Just obeying our father," I whispered back, struggling to lift myself up enough to unzip his fly... realizing the confines of this space were indeed tight... just like my cunt. "I'm making sure we'll get closer."

"Eve, not here," he said, pushing my hand away with one of his own hands, and pointing meaningfully at Mom with the other. Mom was leaning comfortably against her door, and would only need to turn her head slightly to see us clearly.

I leaned back against him and gave his ear a teasing lick before revealing my big secret. "I fucked Mommy this morning."

"Bullshit," he said, although his tone wasn't as confident... as if he was beginning to put a few strange clues together.

"Did you enjoy the salad?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was unusually taaaaart," he answered, as the light bulb went on.

"That cucumber spent some quality time inside both Mommy and me, and Mommy made sure those carrots marinated in me for a good half hour," I revealed, loving being to be able to shock him... loving that I'd moved on from being the prim, proper and shy church girl.

"No way!" he gasped, louder than a whisper, alerting our father.

"No way what?" Dad asked, turning around, but not able to see us at all past that huge box.

"Oh, I was just telling Adam that my friend Rose has a crush on him," I said, which was indeed very true... actually all my friends thought he was hot... which, of course, he was.

"Every rose has its thorn," my father retorted, seeing every little thing as a temptation from the devil.

As I slowly ground my pussy on his cock, annoyed his pants were still in the way, I asked, "Daddy, why did you name me Eve if she was the first sinner?"

His answer was typical Minister 101, "For a new start, so we could correct the wrongs of our past."

I continued, really enjoying the conversation, while both other occupants in the car knew I was a sinner just like Eve... I was a temptation just like Eve, and was indeed following in her footsteps, "Daddy, why would God create Eve and not just make her pure?"

Dad continued, "God did create her pure, just like all of God's creations start out pure, but our inner temptations put there by the Devil corrupt us."

Within the past week I'd learned that this was ludicrous of course. My recent and joyous so-called descent into sexual proclivity had nothing to do with temptations from the Devil, but rather were inspired by the beauty created by God.

He created man.

He created cock.

He specifically created Adam's masterpiece (and God, if you're listening to this from above, thank you very much... you really outdid yourself!).

He created women.

He created tits and pussies. Oh yes, and asses too, although I was still waiting to learn more about those.

He created the pleasure inside both men and women (he could've made sex and reproduction a lot less pleasurable, but he made it the most glorious, heavenly gift a body can have).

He created our feelings... so he created lust, passion, love, whatever you call it that we feel during orgasms...

And thus I was worshipping his bounteous creation when I sucked Adam's delicious cock, when I took my brother's big, fat, hard cock deep into my steaming, virginal pussy, or when I ended up licking Mom's wonderful twat listening to her moan and scream, and when I moaned and screamed myself while my Mom was licking my God-given clit with her wicked (and I mean that in a really good way) tongue.

Looking back on that last paragraph, I think maybe I could write the liturgy for a High Church version of a bunch of parishioners offering their ecstasy to the Lord, although the collection plates would need to be washable. Or maybe have the Offering before Communion, and just recycle the one into the other. If I gave it some thought, I could start a really fun church! (Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!).

In reality, incest seemed to be the purest way to show how much I loved my brother, my mother... and my Dad?

Adam and I were both going to college in the fall, and thanks to Daddy Dearest, we were attending the same school so big brother could watch over me. It was ironic that although that plan had really pissed me off for my whole senior year, I was looking forward to big brother being there to watch over me from above (as I lay below him letting him slam his big pecker in my cunt).

"So God created us to be perfect and the devil was created to stain us?" I questioned, as I lifted up my body, snapped my fingers and pointed to Adam's dick, which was still timidly hiding from our Mom behind his jeans.

Adam shook his head No, and I slapped his cock hard enough to make him groan.

"You okay?" Dad asked.

Adam glared at me as he lied, "Just banged my elbow."

I pointed again to his cock and he sighed worriedly before he finally did what I'd been asking ever since we'd sat down. As he nervously fished out his cock (it was nice to see my confident big brother being the insecure one for a change), I asked, "Do you have an answer to my question, Daddy?"

"That's not a simple question," he answered, even though I'd heard many lectures where he answered this exact question. It was a simple question, although I'd noticed that the more complex answer to the simple question could take anywhere between twenty minutes and two hours, depending on what time the NFL game on TV was starting that Sunday.

As Adam's dick was released, I reached down beneath myself for it, just as Mom looked back to see her son's cock about to enter my shaved pussy, my skirt raised high enough to showcase it, as I continued my questioning to keep Dad distracted, "So no one knows the real reason the devil was created?"

"I didn't say that," Dad said, his tone slightly annoyed.

As I lowered my (not quite steaming yet, but give me a few minutes) pussy down to swallow Adam's cock, I continued, "Yes you did, Daddy, you said it wasn't a simple question, which implies you don't know why the devil was created."

Dad was used to my always accepting his interpretations of doctrine without question, and his tone betrayed his annoyance as he clarified his answer, "I meant I have no clear explanation of what made Lucifer become Satan. As you have heard me say in many sermons, God did not create the Devil, He created the angel who became the Devil. Deuteronomy 32: 3-5 says, Perfect is his activity, for all his ways are justice. A God of faithfulness, with whom there is no injustice; righteous and upright is he."

"So he was once pure," I asked, now sitting completely down on my brother's cock... enjoying the utter sin of what I was doing literally behind my oblivious father's righteous back. In addition, with any thinking set aside, just Adam's long, fat cock itself, nestled inside my pussy, which was well on the way to becoming a steaming one, felt awfully good all by itself!

"You know this teaching, Eve," he said frustrated, "he was born perfect and was one of God's angelic sons."

"But then why wouldn't God forgive him for his sins?" I asked, as I began to slowly grind on my brother's cock while Mom licked her lips watching us, which enhanced the sin. I looked back to see Adam staring at Mom in complete shock! Obviously his little sister hadn't been lying.

Dad answered, "Satan, instead of being grateful for the privilege of being one of God's sons, became proud, for he believed he was better than all the angels, and even God himself. Instead of following the Lord's plan, he began to question and fight with his father, trying to get the other angels to sin too. Now that he has been banished from heaven, he has attempted for millennia to try and undo all God's work here on earth by corrupting God's greatest creation, man."

The entire time Daddy was giving me this sermon, I was grinding slowly on Adam's glorious dick while Mom watched... a look of lust and jealousy, even envy in her eyes... two of the Seven Deadly Sins, or if jealousy qualifies as covetousness, which I think it does, three of them, or forty three percent. I'm pretty sure of the arithmetic, but I'm not so sure that these Deadly Sins are all that bad. I sure wasn't going to send Mom to hell for watching Adam's big fat cock stroking in and out of my pussy and wishing it was her cunt he was fucking!

Of course what I really wanted was to be fucked hard... it was so much more pleasurable than this slow grind, but I couldn't ask Daddy to stop so his son could bend me over the hood in front of God and Daddy and pound my pussy like he did last night when he took my virginity... so instead I tried to slowly ride him without making much noise, or letting the car's shock absorbers know what we were doing.

Dad continued, oblivious to what was happening right behind him, "So you see Eve, it's not about God not forgiving Satan, the problem is that Satan will not stop fighting the Lord and repent."

I asked, as I stopped after a few slow strokes, again resting with his dick saluting me from inside my general quarters, "So that is why if we sin we're forgiven?"

"Eve, what has gotten into you today?" he demanded, which made Mom hide her laugh with a cough at the obvious answer to that question.

I tried not to moan, and continued to ride my brother's cock ever so slowly as I answered, "The most glorious creation the Lord ever created."

Mom coughed again, and I imagined Adam's eyes going wide at my blunt innuendo.

Dad asked Mom, "Are you okay?"

Mom answered, looking directly at Adam, "I think I just need something hard and sweet in my mouth." She then pulled a lollipop from her purse.

"Why is everyone acting so weird?" Dad asked, finally noticing something was up.

"Some of us are maybe getting a little stir crazy from all this time stuck in a hot car without any relief," Mom answered, trying to cover for my, and her, strange behaviour. She also seemed to be indicating to me that she was still doing her Three Deadly Sins thing, especially covetousness. Her eyes sparkled as she watched Adam's shiny cock stroking in and out of my dripping cunt: sometime earlier I'd helpfully raised my dress to my waist to give her a good view of the action. Is Voyeurism perhaps an Eighth Deadly Sin? I still thought they didn't sound very deadly.

"Well, we have a lot more driving to do," Dad said, just as we hit a bumpy section of road, causing extra vibrations and stimulations inside me, as well as hammering Adam's dick deeper inside me.

"I'm really enjoying this ride," I added, once again my words dripping with naughty innuendo.

Adam added, finally finding the courage to speak, and finally becoming more comfortable with the reality not only that Mom knew, not only that she was watching, but that she seemed very okay with it, "Yeah, I could drive all day." I glanced back and noticed he was staring right at Mom as he said it, still testing the waters.

"I guess I was wrong," Mom shrugged. "The kids seem to really be enjoying this hot, bumpy ride."

"Ooooh, yes," I agreed, unable to completely control a moan as a large bump pounded his cock deep inside me again.

"Is the position uncomfortable back there?" Dad asked.

"God, no," I quickly replied, before realizing I'd used the Lord's name in vain.

"Eve!" Dad scolded, shocked by my language.

"Sorry Daddy, I just finally got into a comfortable position," I defended, which was true.

"Never use the Lord's name except in praise," he admonished.

I thought to myself that I'd been singing his praises for over an hour for the wonderful way he'd designed cocks and pussies to fit together, but I sure couldn't tell Dad that. So I just said humbly, "Yes, Daddy."

"Now just sit back there and enjoy the ride," he said, turning the radio up quite loud, indicating that the conversation was over.

I couldn't help but smile, as if God was encouraging this act of incest, as the radio was now blaring so loud that Dad wouldn't hear my moans, or Adam's grunts, or anything else.

So for the next twenty minutes there was no talking.

Just Dad listening to Christian songs on the radio, Mom taking constant glances back to watch as she sucked that lollipop in a very sexy manner, and me riding my brother at a slow pace... creating constant pleasure, but not enough to come... which began to get frustrating. I clearly preferred a crazy monkey fuck to slow lovemaking.

Finally, I needed to come and apparently so did Adam as he grabbed my hips, lifted my entire body up, making me grab onto Dad's seat back for balance, and he began fucking me with a vengeance.

Dad asked, turning the radio down, "You guys still comfortable back there?"

"I got a bit of a cramp and needed to change positions," I answered, even as Adam had thrown caution to the winds where Mom was concerned, and just pumped into me, clearly wanting both of us to come.

"We'll be stopping for fuel in six miles," Dad said, before asking, "think you guys can last that long?"

With Adam's sudden burst of passion I was pretty sure I wouldn't last that long before I came, but that wasn't the intended question so I answered, "Sure, Daddy."

"Oh I love this song," he said, turning the radio up... the Lord again seeming to be covering for us as if there were a dick-shaped sparrow in my cootch and he was keeping an eye on it for me.

As soon as the radio was again masking the fucking, Adam began pumping faster, not slamming into me like I wanted, but really pistoning in and out at a fast pace.

I bit my lip as my holy father serenaded his fucking children with Amazing Grace.

And as I was fucked, I couldn't help but muse over some of the lyrics and how they fit the act.

The first line, "How sweet the sound," made me smile, as the sounds of sex are indeed sweet: from Mom's moans this morning, to the flesh against flesh sounds from Adam's body slamming into mine, to the squishy sounds as Adam's monster plunged in and out of my dripping cunt, which by this time was definitely steaming and about to boil over. Unfortunately because of the tight space and fear of getting caught by my father, the sounds had to be kept fairly quiet, although with the radio blaring, I'm not sure he would have heard us.

The next line was equally amusing, depending on your definition of wretched, as Dad sang, "That saved a wretch like me!" I was interpreting the lyric much differently than it was originally intended: I saw The Lord indeed saving me from the wretched bland existence I'd been enduring before I discovered the potential for great pleasure he'd created inside my body.

This message was reinforced by the next two lines as Adam began pumping even faster into me, my orgasm finally building. "I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see."

Those lyrics beautifully symbolized my journey from the moment I first saw my brother's cock and was really grateful to have eyes to see it with, and especially once I felt the pleasures of sex and was really grateful to have a pussy of my very own, and that it had lots of wonderful nerve endings. "Was numb, but now I feel?"

I'd been sheltered so long from the truth of God's creation that I only became truly found when I discovered its pure pleasure.

My orgasm was now imminent as Dad bellowed, "'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed."
And as I heard Adam grunt and felt his cum spew inside me, I came right along with him as I realized how great indeed that grace appeared.

"Hallelujah," I trembled weakly, biting my lip not to let out a moan that would alert Dad, as Adam's cum spewed up inside me just as my own cum flooded down all over him.

"That's it Eve," Dad said, "let the Lord guide you."

"He's coursing through me right now," I said wickedly, looking at Mom, who had the widest grin on her face.

"He's always inside you," Dad countered, turning back to see my red-cheeked face as I leaned to my right, smiling at him.

"He gives me great pleasure, Daddy," I answered, as my orgasm continued coursing through me... God's gift the ultimate rush; Adam pulled out of me, allowing our mixed cum to gush out.

Dad kept singing as I moved awkwardly and Adam groaned "Oh, gross," as our cum got all over his pants.

"What?" Dad asked, slowing down.

"Sorry, Eve just spilt all over me," Adam covered, holding up his open 7-up can.

"Sorry," I apologized, as I added, "it is pretty tight back here."

"We're stopping soon," Dad promised.

"No hurry," I said weakly, as I leaned back against Adam and allowed my orgasm to finish its journey.

"You kids are confusing," Dad said as he sped back up and sang the last verse of the song.

A few minutes later we stopped at a gas station.

Dad got gas.

Adam hurried away to clean up.

Mom said to me, "Sweet daughter, that was so fucking hot. I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm a bit jealous."

"I'm pretty positive he'd fuck you too, if he knew you were down for it," I replied, thinking that Adam and Mom fucking would be really hot to watch... remembering how excited I'd gotten watching his girlfriend Tiffany bob on his dick.

"You think so?" she asked, a sparkle in her eyes, yet still very insecure about her own beauty.

"Who wouldn't?" I shrugged. "You know the Oedipus story."

"No," Mom answered.

"In Greek mythology, Oedipus was a man who was in love with his mother and willing to do anything to have her," I explained, leaving out the bit about killing his father. That part didn't seem very sexy, and I wanted Mom to think sexy.

"Really?" Mom asked, looking so sweet and innocent.

"Yes, but the message is that most boys dream of fucking their mothers," I revealed, not really sure there was a lot of evidence to back that up... but going with it.

"Shit, you've got me all excited," she gushed.

"God! If we had more time I'd take you to the bathroom and snack on your pussy," I flirted wickedly.

"I think I've created a monster," she laughed.

"No, God created me, and he did it for you," I smiled, doing a spin, "how do you think he did?" just as Dad walked back out with Adam.

Dad came up from behind and surprised us as he ordered, "Adam, you drive. I'll sit in the back seat with Eve."

My eyes went wide as I whispered to Mom with a wicked devious smile, "Should I fuck him?"

"Eve!" she gasped.

"Okay, I'll just tease him," I replied, wicked ideas forming in my head. I then turned to Dad and said, "Daddy, I can hardly remember the last time I sat on your lap."

He nodded, "It's been years, I imagine."

"You used to read me scripture after dinner," I said, recalling the days when I was younger and he would read me passages from the Bible about the different roles of women (daughter, wife, etc.) and I loved listening to them.

"You remember that?" he asked, sitting down in the back seat.

"Of course, Daddy," I nodded, climbing through the door to join him.

"It is pretty tight back here," he acknowledged as I sat down on his lap, facing directly forward.

"Family bonding," I joked, which made Mom laugh at my real intent of the words.

Adam asked, from the driver's seat, "You guys comfortable back there?"

I adjusted my body so my weight was positioned directly on Daddy's crotch and replied, "Perfect."

Dad added, "As good as it will get."

Adam started driving and I leaned back into Daddy and said, "I'm just going to take a nap, is that okay, Daddy?"

"Sure, Eve," he agreed, as I rested my entire body against him, moving the crack of my ass slightly to wrap around his crotch area.

And for the next twenty minutes... I pretended to try and fall asleep.

Of course, I just couldn't get comfortable. Oh dearie me.

So I moved my ass around...making sure to position my pussy on his cock... my ass on his crotch...which had gotten nice and hard... I imagine much to his dismay.

It seemed pretty big.

I even heard him groan once when I finally got my pussy lips pretty much straddling his cock.

I then slyly moved my hips forward and back every now and then, my pussy grinding teasingly along the shaft of his hard cock. Perfectly innocent, of course. Daddy's virginal daughter wouldn't have a clue she was doing anything provocative.

I had indeed become the Eve from the Bible... the temptress.

My pussy... my young ripe body... was Eve's juicy forbidden apple.

After perhaps four minutes of my pussy in such intimate contact with his cock, Dad startled me and woke me up as I was pretending to be asleep by saying, "Adam, pull over."

Adam, startled too, asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," he answered, sounding very uncomfortable, "I just think I have a solution to this back seat problem."

"Am I too heavy for your lap, Daddy?" I asked, squirming around to look at him while yawning in his face, acting as if he'd woken me up, when I could feel very clearly that in truth I'd woken something of his up.

"No, Eve," he said, trying to be casual. "It's just that I think there's a simple solution."

"Oh, okay, Daddy," I nodded, "I don't want to be an inconvenience."

Adam pulled over, I opened the door and got off Daddy's lap and saw that I'd left a pretty obvious wet spot directly on his crotch. I acted oblivious, but Dad looked down at it and his face went red... not out of anger I don't think, but embarrassment, thinking that the wetness must have come from him.

I didn't say anything as he got out of the car, walked around to the other side and pulled the large box out. He said, "Helen, please get out of the car; I think I have a solution."

"Okay, honey," Mom agreed politely, like she always did, as she got out of the car wearing her good wife face and not snickering at all, at least not that he could see. But what we could both see was the wet spot, and how his slacks were tented out. While he was still on the other side of the car, she gave me a conspiratorial grin and a thumbs up.

Dad carried the box around and put it in the front seat, squeezed the suitcase and sleeping bags stacked in front of it on the floor and said, "This still isn't perfect, but three people should all be able to sit back there without anyone having to be on someone's lap, although it'll be a little squished."

Mom offered instantly, "I'll go back there with the kids, and you can drive." She was trying to appear detached, but I could tell she was really hoping Dad would go for it.

"You sure?" Dad asked.

"No offence, honey, but you're the biggest one of the four of us," Mom said, before glancing slyly down at Adam's crotch, implying to me that her assessment might not apply to all body parts.

"It's still another 90 minutes till we get there," Dad pointed out, clearly concerned about his wife's discomfort... which made me happy he cared... even though if I was reading Mom's eagerness correctly, comfort wasn't remotely her goal at the moment.

"I will endure," Mom shrugged, "it's nothing compared to what the Israelites endured in their travels, and 90 minutes is a lot shorter than forty years."

"True, true," Dad nodded, referring to scripture always a way to get Dad to agree to something.

Seizing control of her offspring, Mom ordered, "Eve, you get in first."

"Yes, Mom," I nodded, curious to see whether my take on what she was thinking was right.

Mom then scooted into the center beside me and patted the empty seat on her left, "Squeeze in here, Adam."

"Okay, Mom," he nodded, a look of complete uncertainty written all over his face. He knew she'd watched him fucking me, but all she'd done was watch. Although since she'd been in plain sight of Dad, there wasn't much she could have done. But now that she was joining us in the back, she could pretty much do anything she wanted. He must have wondered what she wanted.

Dad closed Adam's door, slowly, and then walked around and got in the driver's seat, turned around and asked, "Is this doable?"

I almost laughed at his question, as I was pretty sure Mom was planning on indeed being doable.

Mom nodded, "Honey, we used to sleep all four of us in a queen sized bed, so this is nothing."

"Are you sure?" Dad asked, still concerned.

"It'll give me and the kids a little bonding time," Mom said, slyly reaching out to squeeze Adam's cock the moment Dad turned away.

Adam's eyes went big as he looked at me with a deer in the headlights look. Dad started the car and said, "Just let me know if you need me to stop so you can change positions."

"Oh I hope to find a very comfortable position very soon," Mom said, pointing to Adam's cock as the car started moving, just like I had earlier.

"Hopefully it's not too tight back there," Dad said, again making me want to explode with laughter at the oblivious innuendos he kept coming up with.

"Sometimes tight is good," Mom replied, again squeezing Adam's crotch. I'm not sure Dad heard though, as he had just turned the radio up. It wasn't music now, but a conversation about the devil and his subtle ploys.

I shook my head in mild exasperation at Adam's indecision, and I leaned over Mom and helped bring the serpent out to play in Mom's garden.

Dad chuckled, "Seems like God heard you, Eve."

"W-w-what?" I stammered, sitting back up, guilt written all over my face, Adam's pants now unbuttoned but his serpent still hiding, not yet available for play.

"This discussion is on the impact of the devil," Dad clarified.

"Oh," I said, glancing over at Mom who was trying, with some frustration, to get her son's dick out of his tight jeans.

"Make sure you listen," Dad said. "Maybe it will clear up some of your questions."

"Yes, Daddy," I nodded, as I glanced over to see Adam's serpent had now been freed and was definitely raising his head ready for play.

I expected Mommy to lean towards me, lift her ass up and get fucked that way, but to my surprise she pointed to Dad and whispered, "Keep him distracted," before she leaned her body the other way, kneeling with her knees against her stomach and leaning her ass above my lap as she positioned herself and took her son's dick in her mouth. I lost no time in reaching under her dress and discovering that at some point she too had become sans panties as I pushed two fingers into her... yep, steaming... pussy and began to stroke.

"Holy fuck!" I mouthed to Adam who just nodded, his eyes still as big as saucers, biting his lip so he wouldn't moan out loud. He could see very clearly that I was fingering his mother, and I could see very clearly that she was sucking his cock. Life was good.

I wanted to keep watching Mom suck Adam, because God, watching others have sex was hot, but I had the job of lookout and I needed to keep Daddy distracted. So as I continued to finger Mom, I asked, "Daddy, can I be completely honest with you about something?"

"Of course, Eve," he nodded, glancing back to look at me, thank heavens over his right shoulder, since her naked ass was on his left, and since we're talking religion, thank God the headrest was blocking Daddy's view of Mom and Adam completely. It was like a perfect storm in reverse, where all the details were lining up to our benefit.

"Lately I've been having weird feelings inside, Daddy," I said, which was the truth... although the word weird was misleading, because they weren't weird, but amazing.

"How so?" Dad asked, sounding concerned.

"When I see a certain boy I get all tingly," I explained.

He chuckled, deciding this wasn't such a big deal, "That's normal, Eve. Ask your Mother about those feelings."

I glanced over to see Mom bobbing up and down on Adam's cock, which I realized still had my own pussy juice on it. I continued, figuring Mom's mouth was quite busy at the moment, "But I often feel the need to...um..."

"What, Eve?" Dad asked, again glancing back to look at me, again over his right shoulder. Praise Jesus!

"Oh, never mind, Daddy," I sighed dramatically. "This is too embarrassing."

Dad didn't respond, likely thankful not to continue this conversation, just as the minister on the radio said, "Have you been tempted by the Devil lately?"

"Yes, Lord," I answered, as I glanced back to Mom still sucking her son's cock... God, was I tempted to be sucking that cock too.

"Eve, what?" Dad asked, just as Mom pulled her steaming pussy off my fingers, put her feet on the floor and sat up.

"Are you okay, Eve?" Mom asked, feigning concern, as she moved her head toward me as I'd originally thought she might, now kneeling facing the other way, resting her head in my lap as she offered up her back end to Adam.

"Yes, Mom, thank you," I replied, sticking my wet fingers into her mouth as I watched Adam repositioning himself too. Thank heavens for that tall box, as he too knelt sideways on the seat, resting his butt against the door.

The guy on the radio said, "Remember, the devil is everywhere."

I asked, watching closely as Adam slid his cock into Mom, Mom sucking my tasty fingers with a look of complete sexual happiness crossing her face, "Dad, isn't that just a bunch of fire and brimstone?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, again looking back at me.

"Can the devil really be everywhere?" I asked. "That seems rather extreme and a bit like fearmongering. I mean especially after that whole Senator McCarthy witch hunt."

Dad sighed, as I glanced down and gently caressed Mom's contented face with her eyes closed as Adam fucked her, "The devil will prey on anything and anyone who is weak; and he'll do that everywhere."

"Are we not all weak at times?" I continued, trying my best to keep him oblivious to the reality that behind him, not three feet away, his son was fucking his wife.

"Of course," he nodded. "That's why Jesus sacrificed himself for us."

"But then isn't the Lord giving the devil free reign to corrupt everyone, since all parishioners will be forgiven in the end?" I asked, this actually being a question I'd wrestled with my entire life. For example why can a good person get cancer and die in her 20s, while some rapist gets to live until he's 90?

"That's the naïve way to look at it," Dad said, as Adam started going faster and Mom bit her lip while I stroked her temple, as the pleasure was obviously taking control of her and she was desperately trying to remain quiet. "The reality is that God will forgive all his creations, but the hierarchy once we're in heaven will be established by our loyalty on earth."

This wasn't something I'd heard him say before, and told him as much. "I've never heard this rationale in any of your sermons."

"It's been a long-time belief among the church leaders, and it's finally being considered for sharing, in an attempt to encourage today's flighty followers to become more loyal," he explained.

I looked down again to watch as Mom opened her eyes and smiled lovingly up at me as she grabbed my right leg for better balance and Adam began fucking her even faster.

I asked, "Will that be part of a future sermon?"

"I'm considering it," he answered. "But it would need to be introduced strategically, a bit at a time."

"Why?" I asked, suddenly startled to feel Mom's hand reaching under my skirt and feeling its way to my pussy.

"Because it's a new idea to them, and some people would feel they'd been hoodwinked all these years," he answered, saying exactly what I was thinking.

I bit my lip as Mom's finger started moving up and down between my pussy lips. As she sucked my fingers back into her mouth I agreed, "There could be a backlash."

"That's the fear," he nodded with a sigh, but added, "but we're getting more desperate to keep our dwindling parishioners, as well as re-establish the good name of the Bible as being efficacious in building morally upright people."

"Because the devil is everywhere," I said, spinning the conversation back to the beginning, just as Mom moved her finger away from my wet pussy and used both hands to squeeze my leg really hard. She was losing control, so I moved my fingers away from danger and just gently held her head, paradoxically feeling very maternal towards her.

I glanced down to see my dear Mom clearly having an orgasm. Her face looked so radiant, so sexy and vulnerable as she surrendered herself completely to her son.

Adam seemed close himself as his eyes were closed, and sweat was beginning to drip down his forehead.

"And it's the man's job to protect you from Satan," Dad intoned.

I watched Adam's face grimace into a very unique and somewhat hilarious look, as he clearly was depositing his load in his Mom.

I then realized the obvious: Adam had come inside both of us.

I wasn't protected.

Was Mom?

Fuck! In the heat of the moment, pregnancy hadn't even popped into my head.

Mom's finger moved back under my skirt and slid easily inside my wetness as my head was spinning. I tried to focus on the conversation as I said, "Which is why you're making Adam and me go to the same college."

"Exactly," he nodded.

"Because I'm not capable of resisting the devil?" I said, suddenly annoyed, even as Mom continued fingering me, switching to her left hand while sitting back up, as Adam sat up too .

"Honey, that's not what I mean at all," he objected. "It's just that women are more susceptible to the devil's wicked ways."

"Is that true, Mom?" I asked.

"If your father says so," she responded, as she pulled her finger out of my snatch and put it in Adam's mouth. "We must always obey and please our men."

"I'll remember that," I nodded, as I moved my fingers under Mom's skirt and into her leaking pussy. God, I wanted to taste the mixture of male and female cum by diving between Mom's legs, but that was physically impossible in the cramped quarters; however, I could get at least some this way.

I got as much as I could on my fingers, then pulled them out and put them into my mouth.

Yummy!

Mom said, "Honey, I really need to pee."

Dad sighed, always hating to stop once we were on the road.

"You did tell us to ask you if we needed to stop," Mom reminded him.

"Yes, yes," he nodded. "I think there's a town only a couple of minutes away.

"Great," Mom said, giving me a significant wink.

"Yeah, I need to go to the washroom too," I added, catching on and knowing that I was going to bury my face in Mom's cum-filled cunt the moment we were in the bathroom.

"Women," he said, shaking his head.

"Maybe the Lord should have given us bigger bladders," I joked, making Mom laugh, just as we passed a sign saying "Emery 1 Mile".

Five minutes later, I was on my knees in a bathroom stall, licking Mom's tasty, steaming cunt.

Two minutes later, Mom was on her knees insisting that I needed to come this time, and not her.

Four minutes later, I came on Mommy's face and into her mouth as she drank me down.

God, I love my life.

The end for now.

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