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First Published: 19 June 2016

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Telepathy
by Isabella

Story code: b/g, b/M, Incest, Brother/Sister, Anal, First Time

I'm Samantha, I call myself 'Half' and that's because my brother Simon is the other half. I'm older than Simon by an hour, I was born at eleven-forty on the evening of the twenty-eighth of February two thousand and four, and Simon was born at twenty to one on the twenty-ninth of February. So, we were an odd couple right from the start, we were twins but had different birthdays and officially, when I turned four, Simon only turned one so for three years I had to allow him to share my birthday and on the fourth we had two separate birthdays. I guess that we lived almost conventional lives, unlike other twins we didn't get dressed the same, not even from our earliest years and we had separate bedrooms from birth so growing up it never felt like we were twins at all. Well, all that changed when we were eleven or as I would always tease Simon, I was eleven and he was two and three quarters. I caught a bad case of influenza; I was running a temperature of close to a hundred and two degrees so I was medicated and sent to bed early.

I woke up around ten PM, my throat was on fire and my bed was soaking wet from sweat. I was woken by a feeling that I was being touched between my legs but I was totally alone, I opened my eyes, my arms were straight out on either side of my body so the feeling of being touched wasn't me either. As I lay there trying to work out what was happening I realised that the feeling wasn't exactly between my legs but it felt like it was an inch or two in front of my mound, I was feeling things as if I were Simon, as if it were his cock being rubbed and fondled.

I dragged myself out of bed and staggered across to the bathroom, a quick piddle and a drink of water and I was heading back to my wet bed but I could hear Simon breathing heavily in his bedroom, I stopped and pondered for a moment and then that feeling from a few minutes earlier returned, a feeling of rubbing and fondling just in front of my pussy mound. I turned the door handle slowly and eased Simon's door open as quietly as I could. Just in case he was sleeping. I was shocked; Simon was under his top sheet, using his head as a tent pole and his pillow to hold the edge of the sheet down. He had his flashlight on and was reading a magazine of some kind, reading and rubbing himself, I could make out his cock in his hand quite clearly in the shadow play on the side of his white sheet but something was wrong, well, wrong or different. I'd seen him naked many times, probably in the hundreds of times but I'd never seen what he was rubbing before. His cock was a weedy little thing, little more than a half an inch long and a quarter of an inch across. What I saw him rubbing was three inches long at least and a good inch to an inch and a quarter in diameter.

I tiptoed as silently as I could across Simon's room and then I yanked his sheet off of his bed. Simon almost crapped himself at being caught but he did relax a little when he saw it was just me and not mum or dad. My eyes opened wider when I saw his cock, I'd never seen him so big before but I only got a flash as he pushed his cock inside his pyjama bottoms and then my eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw what he was looking at. He had a little magazine that was like a story in photographs. Both men and women, they undressed over several pages and the man kissed and licked the woman between her legs and then she put his cock...his gigantic cock into her mouth. The last few pictures were of the man's cock going into the woman's pussy.

"Simon, where the hell did you get this booklet?" I croaked painfully.

"Shut the door, I got the magazine from dad's briefcase, he brings one home a few times a week from someone at work I think."

I felt like shit and really should have gone straight back to bed but I was intrigued by what my brother was doing to himself and the fact that our father was some kind of pervert, bringing such disgusting magazines home from work.

I closed Simon's bedroom door but I was still on his side of it. I returned back to his bedside and held his torch so he could see the magazine and I could see his cock, "Go on then, show me what you were doing!"

"Go away; it has nothing to do with you."

I couldn't explain to Simon just how much it had to do with me, the fact that for some reason I could feel in my belly what he was doing to himself. "Go on, I want to see!"

Simon took his cock back out of his pyjamas; it was exactly as I remembered it from the past, just the little worm of a thing that was smaller than his little finger again. Simon began rubbing his cock as he flicked through the pages of the magazine. His cock seemed to inflate, slowly at first, the long empty tube of skin that usually hung over the end of it started to disappear as his cock grew, in length and thickness, and then his mushroom head popped out and he began rubbing harder and faster. He started breathing heavily once again and then he fell onto his back, his hips pumping up off of the bed.

He gasped and grunted and then he stopped rubbing and lay there panting heavily as his cock slowly shrank down again. "What happened?"

"I climaxed."

"Oh, isn't something supposed to pop out, out of the eye?"

I flicked to the back page of the magazine and shone the light on the man's cock; milky white jizz was leaping from his cock's eye, "There, like that!"

"I'm not old enough to shoot yet, I just have the pleasure but it shouldn't be long now, most of the boys in my class already shoot off."

He didn't have to describe the pleasure he'd just given himself to me because I'd felt every tingle in my phantom cock and balls as he did it.

I sat on the side of his bed thinking for a minute and then an idea formed in my head, I lifted the front of my nighty and pushed my hand down the front of my knickers, I began to rub my magic button, "Can you feel this?"

"If you want me too!"

He reached over and pushed my hand out of the way and began to rub his finger over my clitoris. Doing that myself was pleasurable, Simon doing it was a whole order of magnitude better and more pleasurable but I pushed his hand away, "Not like that, when I was doing it to myself, did you feel anything ..."

I nodded my head towards his cock and, "... you know, down there!"

Simon shook his head and then he pulled the front of my nighty up higher, I didn't really have breasts yet, just two cones of fatty tissue under my nipple and areola, Simon looked at my chest for a few minutes before rolling his upper body up off of the bed, he looked closely at my chest, even turning my own hand holding the torch so that I was illuminating my own small titties for him to look at.

He swallowed hard and then rubbed his fingertips gently over both sides, he leaned in and kissed my left nipple and as he sucked it into his mouth he took my hand and placed it on his cock. He had shrunk to nothing after his orgasm but he was hard again now, just five minutes later. I left my hand on his cock, just resting on it as he nipped and nibbled on my left nipple, as he slipped his mouth over to my right nipple ne whispered, "Go on, rub me please!"

I started to move my hand up and down his cock and his hand slipped down the front of my knickers. He brought me off with his fingertip on my clit but he didn't try to push his finger up inside me, he just brought me to an orgasm and I realised that my feeling was actually doubled up, as I was driving his pleasure along I was feeling his pleasure in my phantom cock at the same time as he was giving me real pleasure with his fingers.

I collapsed, I fell from the bed onto the floor, it felt like it was happening in slow motion, as my pussy slipped from Simon's reach he turned his attention back to his own cock and rubbed himself to an even higher height of pleasure and as he did it affected me all over again to yet another pleasurable climax as I sat on his bedroom floor gasping for air.

I sat on the floor for twenty minutes trying to get my equilibrium back into kilter, Simon was snoring as I crept out of his bedroom, I went back to the toilet and had another drink of water before returning to my own bedroom.

Even though I was ill, my mother insisted that I come down to breakfast, mum and dad were already in the kitchen, my mother was making sandwiches for my father to take to work for his lunch, I saw Simon run past the kitchen door and into the lounge, even though he was being careful I heard the snaps on our father's brief case, I popped into the doorway and watched as Simon slid the dirty little booklet into one of the compartments inside before closing it again, Simon was about to walk away but he stopped and span the combination dials so that the case was locked.

We all ate breakfast together and my mother felt my forehead, I was still hot but I didn't feel quite as bad as I had the day before, I was given another spoonful of the jollop and sent to bed, my mother phoned my grandfather up to ask him if he could come and look after me, carefully avoiding the word 'babysit'. I was asleep again before anyone left the house, my belly full of sausages and bacon that I didn't want but was forced to eat, I refused the fried egg and my mother allowed me to get away without eating that when I threatened to throw up if I did.

I woke at lunch time, once again I was wet through with sweat, my nighty and my knickers were drenched as well as my bed sheets. I checked the time; it was twelve o'clock, lunch time. I changed my nighty and took my knickers off. I went to the toilet first and then down to the living room, my grandfather was sitting on the sofa reading a book and listening to a CD playing on the hi-fi. He was my paternal grandfather so he looked exactly like my dad only a little less hair and what was there was greying.

My grandpa cooked me a little chicken soup with a chunk of bread that my gran had cooked earlier in the morning and I sat in the kitchen eating on my own as my grandfather went back to the living room to his book and music. As I ate my lunch I felt the same tingle that I felt just over twelve hours earlier, I checked the kitchen clock, it was twelve forty-five so Simon would have just finished his lunch and he was busily masturbating himself again but this time he wasn't just six feet away from me in the next bedroom, he was over a mile away at the moment and I could still feel his pleasure.

My body suddenly stiffened and I had to grab hold of the seat of the dining chair with both hands as my body shuddered through an orgasm that was as powerful as it would have been if I were rubbing my own pleasure spot. I was still shuddering when my grandfather walked in the kitchen. I was panting and gasping for air, my hands gripping my chair so that I didn't jerk off of it and onto the floor. My grandfather panicked and had his mobile phone in his hand, he was about to phone for an ambulance when I suddenly relaxed, I gave out a deep sigh and looked over at him with a stupid grin on my face. He closed his phone, his worried look eased and he placed his hand on my forehead just like my mother did earlier, "You don't feel too hot, do you feel okay?"

I nodded my head, "I feel a lot better, I think I'll just have a little more medicine and go back to bed."

Well, that had been my plan but my grandfather wouldn't let me, he'd just witnessed what looked like a seizure and he wasn't about to let me out of his sight until he could hand me over to my mother after she finished work so he made up a bed for me on the sofa. He'd used a far bigger spoon than my mother did so I had an extra large dollop of medicine, much larger than usual. I settled down to go back to sleep on the couch, I couldn't have stayed awake anyway; the medicine was closing me down rapidly. As my eyelids dropped I suddenly felt pain on my right knee, it felt like a trip or a fall and then I could feel blood trickling down my lower leg. I reached down to feel for myself although I knew that it was impossible for me to have cut my knee on the sofa and as I was lying on my back with my legs stretched out there was no way blood could have been trickling down the front of my lower leg.

I felt pain in my stomach that doubled me up, it felt like a punch and then I felt breath against my right ear as a voice in my head said, "You fucking poof Simon Patterson, hanging around the men's toilet when you know full well that the park's full of nonces looking for kids to play with. There may have been more abuse but I was too deeply asleep with the voice spitting vitriol into my ear.

Simon woke me up when he got home from school; my mum and grandfather were in the kitchen having a whispered conversation in the kitchen about me. Apparently I had a very disturbed sleep on the sofa, rolling around, kicking my legs and alternating between going stiff and motionless and then looking like I was running a marathon under my blanket.

When I came to my senses I grabbed Simon's arm and turned him, there was a hole in his trousers above his right knee and through the hole I could see a graze and dried blood, "Were you on the park at lunch time in the men's toilet block?"

Simon's face went bright red, "How... What?"

I thought back to what I'd heard as I fell asleep, the voice full of vitriol and malice resolved back into my brain and it sounded like Mathew Benson, the school's self-appointed bully, "Why did Matthew Benson beat on you at one o'clock?"

Simon rushed over to the living room door and checked that mum and grandpa were still in the kitchen engrossed in their medical diagnosis of my condition. Simon closed the living room door before returning to my side. "We all dodged school lunch, we all clubbed together and bought a large bag of chips and shared them on our walk to the park. We all played football for half an hour and then I needed a pee so I went into the toilet on the park..."

Simon blushed a little, he had started out well but then he seemed reluctant to carry on, "Go on tell me or I'll tell dad that you read his dirty books in your bedroom and wank off to them."

Simon took a deep breath and then carried on with his story, "...I went in and did my pee, there was a man in there looking over the divider as I peed. He was wanking himself slowly and he showed me his cock and I touched it, he started to wank me while I rubbed his dick and then he squatted down and sucked my cock, Matt walked in and caught us just as I was having the best orgasm of my life. It was worth getting beaten up by Matthew after."

Grandpa chose that moment to walk in and kiss me goodbye and then my mum was in and out of the room until our father returned home from work and then there were two of them walking in and out of the room so Simon and I didn't get much chance to talk again all evening. I did see Simon make a raid on our father's briefcase and lift another rude book before Simon went up to get ready for bed.

I had my forehead felt once again by my mother, "You feel back to normal now, how do you feel?"

"I feel better now thanks."

"Right then, go up and get ready for bed, I think it'll be school for you tomorrow."

I ran up the stairs, I wanted to get a look at the book that Simon had taken from our father's briefcase. Simon was in the bathroom taking a shower; I could feel the hot water running down his body as if I were in the shower with him and then the tingle, he was playing with his cock as he was washing himself. The bathroom door was closed but not locked so I eased it open and slipped into the bathroom with him. I pulled the curtain to one side and caught him rubbing himself off, "Just how often do you do that in a day?"

"As often as I can!"

He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling my hand down to his cock again. I didn't need to be asked to rub his cock this time, after the previous evening I knew what he wanted me to do. The shiver ran through my body exactly the same way that it did through his body as I rubbed him. He managed to get my nighty off of my body, it got soaked from the overspray from the shower, he was struggling to decide whether he wanted to fondle my body or drag me into the shower with him, eventually I stepped in and enjoyed the dual pleasure, the real feeling of his hands over my body and the phantom pleasure derived from my hand rubbing his cock.

"Does it feel nicer to have a girl playing with your cock or a man?"

"It's different, the man knew exactly what to do to make me feel nice but he wanted to play with my bum hole as well, after he got me off he turned me around and pulled my trousers all the way down and he was just rubbing his nob against my bum hole when Matthew walked in on us. It's different having you rub me than the other girls that I've got to try it, they don't rub me to the end, they usually just do it quickly and run. They never let me touch inside their knickers."

Simon stopped rubbing my body and put both of his hands on my head and he began pushing me down, I tried to resist but he pleaded with me to try sucking his cock for him to see how I compared to the man in the toilet. I was reluctant, after all he pissed through that thing, well, at least I knew it was very clean at that moment in time because I'd just watched him washing it very fast with a good soapy lather all over it.

I allowed him to push me down onto my knees and I took a hold of his cock with my left hand and then I allowed him to push his mushroom cockhead into my mouth. It did cross my mind that my sexual education was on a rapid learning curve, less than twenty-four hours earlier I'd masturbated my first boy's cock to climax and now Simon was telling me in great detail what he wanted me to do with my mouth on his cock. I was limiting the depth that I'd allow his cock to go into my mouth but Simon wanted more, he manoeuvred me so that my back was against the wall of the shower cubicle and then he pushed me steadily backwards until the back of my head hit the wall and then he swapped from telling me to suck his cock in deeper and began to fuck my mouth to get the depth that he wanted.

I heard him begin to breathe heavily the way he had the evening before and then I got a little spurt of extremely salty liquid in my mouth as he drove his cock through his own and my climax. I was using my right hand between my legs to get myself off but that wasn't what gave me my massive orgasm, that came from Simon's climax being transmitted somehow through my head and directly down through my body to between my legs.

We both ended up sitting on the bottom of the shower tray laughing and gasping for air under rapidly cooling sprays of water raining down on us. We both dried and dressed for bed, usually we would have done that in our own bedrooms to free up the bathroom for the other sibling, depending who got into the shower first but this time we just dried and dressed in our nightwear while chatting about what Simon had done all day in class. Simon didn't bother with a vest or underpants under his pyjamas so I didn't bother with knickers or vest under my almost see through nighty.

We'd both just closed our bedroom doors when our mother came up to ask for our dirty clothes from the day. We waited until we heard the door at the bottom of the stairs close before Simon came into my bedroom, "Bloody hell, that was a close shave, what would mum have done if she'd caught us messing about together in the bathroom."

"She'd have killed you, I'd have blamed it all on you..." I gave him a grin, "...is boy's stuff supposed to be really salty and horrible?"

"Yes, usuall...hold on, how do you know a boy's semen is salty?"

"I got a little bit in my mouth when you were fucking my face!"

Simon grinned, "I told you yesterday that I should start to shoot off any time now."

Simon had brought our father's book in with him so we could look through it together, this book was a lot more violent than the book I'd seen the day before, less pictures and more stories. Simon rushed through the pictures, skipping past the story pages, the first picture showed a man and woman apparently getting married, there was a group photograph with two bridesmaids, the best man, the bride and groom, then a picture of the bride getting into the limousine, the groom and the best man looking at her thigh as she showed off her garter.

There was a double page spread of small photographs with the new husband touching the garter bound leg, then inviting the best man to rub his wife's upper thigh. The bride sat in the middle seat in the back of the limousine with her groom on her right and the best man on her left. Both men pulled the front of her dress right up to expose her knickers and suspender belt. Eventually the pictures returned to half page spreads showing the best man fucking the new bride while she sucked her husband's cock and then a series of pictures of the fucking partners all changing positions, the husband fucking while the best man is sucked and the final few pictures had the chauffeur of the limousine pulled the bride out of the rear seat, the husband on one side of her pulling her arse cheek to the left while the best man pulled the other side open as she knelt in the doorway of the car, the picture clearly showed her bum hole as well as her gash, the chauffeur didn't aim for her cunt, he pushed his cock into her back hole while the woman looked over her shoulder with a look of pleasure on her face.

Simon shifted slightly and his erection popped out of the fly in his pyjama bottoms, "That's what the man in the toilet in the park wanted to do to me, it doesn't look like it hurts her very much, in fact she looks like she quite likes him doing it to her."

"Would you have let the man do that to you?"

"Sure, why not, we're all taught to try everything at least once, that way, if you like something you can share it around and teach more people to like it and if you don't like it, at least you've given it a try!"

Simon flipped back in the book and found the first page of the first story; he laid the magazine on the bed to my left while he was lying on my right. He pulled the front of my nighty up as high as my breasts and then he rolled me onto my left hand side, "Read the story to me please."

I started reading and as I did Simon pulled the back of my nighty up as high as the front had been, as I read he was rubbing his hands all over my back, Simon rolled in behind me and as I read the dirty story Simon rubbed his cock against my bottom, trying to get it between my cheeks so that his cock got the friction he needed to climax. I read for twenty minutes while Simon concentrated on getting himself off and as he closed in on his own orgasm I began to climax as well and then Simon reached over my hip and flicked his finger over my clitoris and I exploded at the same time as Simon did.

When Simon got his breath back he pulled my bum cheeks apart and looked closely, "Wow, I did cum a little!" He rubbed his index finger in the small spot of semen that he had deposited between my thighs. He coated the end of his finger in the slippy cream and then he pushed his finger against my anal muscle. There was a slight opposition and then his finger eased up my bum, "Does that hurt?"

I looked over my shoulder to try and see what he was doing, "No, not really."

"Is it nice?"

"Well, it's not either really, just feels unusual."

Bang! "Samantha, are you okay darling!"

My father had just knocked on my bedroom door loudly and asked if I was okay. As the doorknob turned Simon grabbed the book I'd been reading and rolled off my bed on the opposite side to the bedroom door. I didn't have the chance to do other than to roll over onto my back, the front of my nighty still gathered up under my chin. I was almost totally naked and pretending to be asleep, in my mind I'd spread my legs so it looked like it was me that had ruffled my sheets so much on my own, I didn't want my father to wonder if there had been two of us on my bed.

Dad was about to say something, about to shake me awake but instead he just stood there staring down at me, he looked through the open bedroom door and then he pushed it closed and came in to get a closer look between my legs. I started to get a little freaked out when it looked like he was bending closer as if he was going to place his lips on my almost totally bare pussy mound, I twisted slightly and made sounds as if I were stirring and about to wake up, I saw a look of panic on my father's face for a moment and then he reached beyond my body and pulled my top sheet over my body before he slipped out of my bedroom and turned my light off.

Simon had to roll under my bed when our father reached over my body to grasp the top sheet and he had to work hard to stop himself laughing. Simon remained under the bed until we heard the door at the bottom of the stairs click closed. Simon climbed up on top of my bed again, he uncovered my body and rolled me onto my face and played around my bum again, he pushed his finger up me again and this time, because there was no slippery semen covering his finger tip I winced a little in pain, "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"A little."

"I was hoping to try and put my cock up there if you'd let me."

"Perhaps another time, we nearly got caught a minute ago and I think if you're going to do something like that I'm going to need something slippery like petroleum jelly."

Simon had managed to get his finger an inch into my bottom, I thought that because he'd hurt me a little and because I'd told him that we shouldn't continue playing tonight that he might pull his finger out but he didn't, he just massaged in and out a little at a time as he moved his body up mine, he pulled my face over my shoulder and kissed me on the lips, "Does that feel weird to you?"

"A little yes, we've never kissed each other like that before!"

"I wonder why, I've kissed almost every other girl I know in school and you're prettier than any of the others. I guess that kissing you is a little like kissing myself, we're so much alike."

"Yes we are but if you don't pull your finger out and go back to your own room we'll both be in trouble."

"Yes, hey, did you think that dad was about to kiss you between your legs before he covered you up?"

"I did, that's why I pretended to start to wake up."

"Yes, that shocked him and made him run for the hills."

Simon jumped off of my bed and then stopped half way to the door, he turned and ran back to my bedside and kissed me again, this time he pushed his tongue into my mouth and kissed me deeply for five full minutes. It felt weird to me to have a boy's tongue wriggling about in my mouth but then I'd never had a boyfriend so I had no idea how kissing my brother compared to kissing a boy that I wasn't related too. As soon as Simon stepped away from my bed, this time he was definitely heading back to his own bedroom, I was forced to smile, I'd never had a boyfriend but I guess that practicing with my brother was just about the next best thing until I got one.

I started to drift off to sleep but was woken again by the feeling in the pit of my stomach, Simon was masturbating again and I could see my own body running through his mind as he wanked himself off, he was imagining what it would feel like to push his cock up my bottom and then as he closed in on his orgasm he changed the image, I saw and felt the man in the toilet sucking Simon's cock to completion and then turning Simon around and lining his cock up on Simon's bum hole, that was the last image in Simon's head as he shook through his own climax, catching his semen, just a splash, in the palm of his left hand.

I fell asleep with the image of Simon inspecting the palm of his left hand, the last image I got in my mind was Simon sniffing at his palm and then touching the tip of his tongue to the little splat of semen he was holding. I slept for an hour before being woken up again, I thought that Simon was wanking himself again but nothing was happening inside my brain, just heavy breathing and squeaking bedsprings. I sat up in bed, the sound wasn't coming through the wall separating Simon's bedroom from mine, it was coming through my bedroom door, it was coming from our parent's bedroom.

I slipped out of bed and tiptoed across the hallway, I put my ear against my parent's bedroom door but instead of making a seal with my ear to hear through the door better the door slipped open at my touch.

"What came over you? You've never fucked me so hard before!"

"I know, I've been reading a new book at work all day, stories about couples who start swinging right from the day that they marry...and something happened earlier!"

"What?"

"When I came up to the toilet I thought I heard Samantha coughing so I opened her bedroom door, she wasn't coughing, she was totally uncovered, just lying there with her legs spread wide open, I just managed to stop myself, I covered her up and came down to get out of the way of temptation."

Well, I was shocked, I couldn't believe that my father was admitting to my mother that he was about to touch me inappropriately and instead of my mother kicking his arse out of bed she just laughed, she ruffled his hair and said, "Oh you poor darling, you'd better fuck me again to work that image off!!!"

My dad started fucking my mother all over again and as she gasped through her climax she said, "Simon's going on scout camp in a fortnight, he'll be away for a week, I'll talk to my father, see if he'll have Samantha over the weekend so we can arrange for a couple to come over for us to try swinging with."

Now I was doubly shocked, firstly my father admitting to my mother that he was about to kiss my pussy before he came to his senses and she didn't beat up on him and then she was suggesting ways of getting rid of me for a weekend so that they could have a swinging party with two of their friends. Women are supposed to put up with sex, not drive things on to greater heights, we women were supposed to be reluctant, not active. Very confusing.

I could only see the 'Business' end of the activity, the door was only open an inch or so, so I saw my parents from around their arm pits down to their knees, I just stood there watching my dad on top of my mother, hammering his cock into her cunt but I'd already heard him climaxing once just before my ear opened their door so it was taking him a while to get up to the boil again in such a short time.

"Would it help you to cum quicker if you used my bottom darling?"

My dad unplugged his cock in a flash, his cock looked massive compared to Simon's cock and instead of being pink like Simon's my father's cock was red, it was dripping wet and his mushroom head was a dark purple. My mum pushed four pillows down the bed and then rolled over so that her hips were raised off of the surface of the bed. She reached back with both hands and pulled her cheeks open so my dad could see her hole more easily and he reconnected, he was very gentle getting his cock into her anus but once inside he started pounding away again, climaxing in just a few minutes.

My hand was between my legs, I'd already climaxed once with Simon so I didn't really need to have another climax so soon but I couldn't help myself. There was a sudden flurry of activity that caught me by surprise, my dad was talking to my mother, just inane, every day stuff, he was at their bedroom door before I realised that he'd finished fucking my mother, he pushed the bedroom door closed, once again it didn't latch, I heard the light being turned off, "I'm going to have to look at the door latch, it won't close properly, I think a little damp must have got into the wood."

I ran on the tips of my toes back to my bedroom. My mother had taken quite a pounding up her bum and hadn't complained about it, in fact, she orgasmed faster than my father did, so I relaxed about the idea that Simon wanted to push his cock up my bum.

I slept deeply for the rest of the night; it took my mother ages to wake me up in the morning, in the end she had to send my father up to wake me, he came in and shook my shoulder and I opened my eyes and grinned at him, remembering that I'd seen him six hours earlier with his cock up my mother's bum.

"You've got gym this afternoon so you need to take your gym bag..."

I rolled out of bed and pulled my nighty off over my head, I stood in front of my father totally naked for the first time in about seven years and the sight of my totally naked body stopped my father in his tracks.

"...erm, have you got your books...your stuff ready for school."

I could see that my father's mouth had dried up and he was having difficulty getting his words out.

Simon said that I've been picked out for a football trial, the inter-school's competition needs at least five girls on each team for this year's soccer competition and the trials are at lunchtime today."

"That means that you'll have to take both sets of kit with you today as well as your books, do you need a lift into school this morning?"

"I'll get Simon to help me carry my stuff!"

My father burst out laughing at my plan to enlist my brother's help in carrying all of my stuff to school, "Well, good luck with that, just remember I did offer to drive you to school!"

My dad hung around as I searched my drawers for my school blouse and my mandatory school bra even though I didn't have anything to put in a bra really, I had a choice of three different styles of white knickers, the full sided granny style knickers, the slightly smaller but still totally utilitarian ones and the half bikini ones that had a layer of lace that was a lot more revealing than the other two kinds, "Which do you think I should wear daddy?"

He reached out and touched all three pairs, "The smaller ones feel nicer and look better as well!"

I stepped into my knickers making sure that I opened my legs wide as I did, his eyes were glued between my legs, he cleared his throat and then gave me a smile, for the first time since I'd taken my nighty off he looked into my eyes.

Once my bra was on he left my bedroom, I could see from the way that his hands were twitching that he really wanted to touch something more than my clean knickers. My dad crossed the hallway and went into the bathroom, I listened at the door as I buttoned my blouse up, my dad was masturbating, I chuckled to myself for a moment, almost twelve years without a sight or sound of sex in the Clarke household, one dose of the flu and suddenly sex is all around me!

I pulled my skirt on and ran down the stairs to the kitchen, mum was in the living room and Simon was at the kitchen table, "I'm in the shit, dad was in the living room when I came down and now mum is in there, I can't put the magazine back."

"Give it to me, I'll go in and ask mum something and you drop the empty milk bottle on the floor, I'll pop the book back in his brief case while she's in here bollocking you but you've got to be quick or dad will be back down here before I can put the book back."

My plan worked fine and I got the book back into my father's brief case even remembering to spin the combination to lock the case.

After breakfast I went back to my bedroom and picked my nighty up off of the floor, I walked into the bathroom and went to drop my nighty into the laundry basket, I spotted the knickers that I'd been wearing on top of the pile in the basket where it should have been much further down, under my mother's and father's clothes at least. I picked my knickers up and checked the gusset, there was a solid patch of wet cream all over the gusset, my father had used my knickers to wank himself off with. Well, I guess that it was better him using my dirty knickers rather than a pair of clean ones.

When Simon happily agreed to carry my sports bag to school with two complete sports kits inside my father was flabbergasted, Simon and I had never been big on helping each other before in fact in the past we seemed to go out of our way to annoy each other.

During morning class Simon sat next to Sarah Porter, I was on the front row and Simon and Sarah were close to the back. it was maths and I was working through a quadratic equation when I got a tingle in my stomach, I looked behind me, Simon was leaning over his desk, I could see both of his hands so how come I was feeling the tingling of a hand rubbing his cock unless he was daydreaming! Then I spotted the rhythmic rise and fall of Sarah's left shoulder, she was rubbing Simon off under the desk and Simon's best friend Peter Green was watching from across the aisle, I saw Sarah look over at Peter, she even leaned back a little so that Peter could see what Sarah was doing a little more clearly. Peter pointed to his chest and mouthed, "Me next?" at her, Sarah nodded her head and when we swapped over from the maths lab and into the English language suite Sarah sat by Peter while Simon watched.

At lunch time I was told that the football players had a late lunch organised so we could try out for the team on an empty stomach. I changed quickly into my school sports kit, I was one of the few girls who had real football boots because I was a half size smaller in my feet than my brother and I always had his hand-me-down football boots.

I'd just finished lacing my boots up and stood just outside the changing room doors stamping my feet on the slabs to shift the dried mud from around my studs when I heard, "You fucking puff Clarke, you're going to get another dose of justice!"

I heard a noise from in front of the mobile classrooms that were used for music lessons and just happened to be the hidden escape route from the school into the park beyond. I ran towards the noise and found Matthew Benson bending over Simon; he had his legs planted wide apart in a fighting stance waiting for Simon to stand up so Matthew could knock him down again.

I checked my stride slightly, I imagined a ball falling from the sky and aimed to catch it on the half volley, Matthew's bollocks took the place of the falling football in my mind's eye and even though my lip hurt like hell from where Matthew had punched my brother I made contact with a force of about three hundred Newtons, the toe of my football boot driving both of Matthew's plumbs up into his body at around sixty miles per hour.

The sound was a cross between a crunch and a squelch, Matthew seemed to be undecided between falling to the floor with his hands between his legs and flying up as high as the music room's roof. The crowd of kids that had been making a deafening noise as Matthew punched Simon to the ground were all now deathly silent, I stood there gasping for air for a moment from my run from the changing room, then I pressed my index finger into Matthew's right shoulder and he rolled slowly to the ground, his face crashing into the grass.

Boys and girls looked on in disbelief; no one had ever stood up to Matthew Benson before, he'd followed us all through seven years of schooling so far, he's stoically bullied every boy in school for all of those seven years and looked like he would continue doing it until we all left school in seven more years time. I helped Simon to his feet, "From now on, anyone picking on one Clarke gets double the payback and I don't care who you are!"

Matthew chose that moment to groan and roll onto his back, "I'm sorry that I wasn't here yesterday Matthew when you punched Simon in the belly so I'll have to pay you back for that right..."

I stamped with all of my weight and twelve studs down onto Matthew Benson's stomach, "...now!"

A whistle sounded out on the playing field, I looked in that direction, "Well, I've probably fucked up my chances of getting on the team now but here goes!"

I ran all the way to the football pitch and got into position just as the teacher blew his whistle to signify the start of fifteen minutes of play. My adrenalin level must have been at about five times the normal level after challenging Matthew Benson and I took that adrenalin rush onto the field with me. I outplayed everyone for ten minutes until my hormone levels returned to normal and I calmly took a shot at goal almost taking Fatty Smith's head off in the process of scoring the only goal in the fifteen minutes of play.

We went through a few exercises including shooting accuracy and power, I made the team and as I went to lunch I also made detention for kicking Matthew in his balls and stomping on his belly.

Simon sat next to me in history, he sat rather gingerly and I whispered, "What's up with you?"

"My bottom hurts and it's leaking a lot."

"Why?"

"I went over to the park after you beat up Matthew and met that man again, he didn't suck me this time, he just buggered me and sent me back to school.

Simon sat outside the detention room for an hour while I wrote out a five hundred word book report on the subject, 'Any book that I'd read recently at home.' I chose to write about Stieg Larson's book, 'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo'. The teacher taking detention read through my report, "No wonder you've turned out so violent Miss Clarke, this book is totally inappropriate for a child of your age!"

"I've read all three books in his trilogy so I'll have plenty of data for future detentions sir."

Simon already had my sports bag in his hand when I walked out of detention. Mum was ragging on us for not going straight home from school until I handed her the letter telling her that I'd been held in detention and why.

"And what's your excuse young man, why are you an hour late getting home from school?"

"Sam got into trouble for defending me, stopping in after school to share her detention was the least I could do."

"So who was the boy that Samantha kicked between his legs?"

Simon looked at me before answering, "It was Matthew B..."

"Stop, don't tell me that it was that animal Matthew Benson!"

Simon and I both nodded our heads in unison, "That boy's been nothing but trouble all the way from rising-fives. But you'll probably have even more trouble from Matthew from now on."

"I don't think so, he lost a lot of face today letting a girl get the better of him, the kids that fawned around him because they thought that he was indestructible all see him in a different light now."

Fortunately, Simon's run-in with the man in the park had worn off by the time we got home so he didn't have to explain why he was walking around like a Geisha girl wearing a kimono that was too tight for her around the ankles. When it came to bedtime I went up first, Simon wanted to hang around down stairs a little longer because he hadn't had the chance to rifle through our father's briefcase to see what goodies our father had brought home from work with him.

I heard Simon climb the stairs slowly, he usually ran up them two steps at a time, tonight he was plodding slowly up the stairs, almost stomping his feet in frustration. I opened my bedroom door, I looked out, "What's up?"

"I didn't get the chance to get into dad's brief case!"

"Well, I managed to get some lubricant from mum's secret stash, I saw where dad got it from last night before he fucked mum up the bum so we can play if you like!"

"Well, erm, it's like this, I'm not sure, I mean, it wasn't fun at all, I'm not sure that I should try to do it up your bum, it's bloody painful!"

"Look, I have lubrication, did you have any earlier?"

Simon shook his head.

"Is your cock thinner or father than the guy who did you up the bum?"

"I'm a lot thinner, only half as thick, maybe less!"

"Well then, smaller cock and lubrication, it can't be a tenth as bad for me as it was for you earlier."

Simon was mulling things over for a moment and then he smiled; he went into his bedroom to find his clean pyjamas and then went into the bathroom for a quick shower. Yes I'm sure he would have preferred to get straight down to fun but our parents could hear things like footsteps in the bathroom and the water running, things like that, fortunately my bedroom and Simon's were above the kitchen rather than the living room so we couldn't be heard once we were in our own rooms.

Simon opened my bedroom door and stepped in, he grinned at me, his cock was already hard and ready for action. I handed him the tube of silicone lubricating cream which he rubbed generously all over his cock, "You want me to grease your bum hole as well?"

I nodded my head, I put my pillows and cushions on the middle of my bed and lay face down with the pile under my hips, I remembered seeing our mum open her bum for our father so I did the same, Simon pressed the tube against my anal muscle and squeezed hard, shooting a jet of lubricating liquid deep into my body.

I took a deep breath and readied myself, Simon climbed up behind me and pressed the tip of his erection against my anal muscle, he pressed hard and his slippery cock jumped to one side, "You'll have to hold it against my hole with your hand while you push."

Simon repositioned his cock head against my anal muscle once again, this time he held it in place with one hand while he leaned in with all of his weight but his cock still wouldn't cross the threshold of my anal muscle, then he started to bounce his weight against my bum, I gasped a little in pain and Simon was just apologising when his cock suddenly shot deep into my arse with a stabbing, searing pain. Simon was about to pull out, he kept repeating over and over that he was sorry, "Stop! Don't pull out, just keep still for a minute or two, let me see if it stops hurting...how the hell did you get a grown man's cock up your bum earlier?"

"I cried...a lot!"

"Okay, you can try it again now."

Simon began to fuck my arse slowly, as he got confidence that he wasn't hurting me he started to speed up. I was getting a little pleasure from his cock transmitting vibrations and movement through my perineum as his cock slid in and out of my arse and then as Simon began to feel pleasure mount my own pleasure was doubled and then trebled, I was climaxing and baying at the moon long before Simon climaxed into my bottom and as he shot off in my arse I almost passed out. I'd made so much noise that I was sure that our father or mother would be up any moment. "You'd better go to the toilet and wash your dick off quickly before someone comes up to see what all the noise was about."

Simon stepped into the bathroom just as dad rounded the corner and came out onto the landing, Dad spotted Simon going into the bathroom, "What's going on here?"

Simon stepped back out of the bathroom; he was rubbing his eyes as if he had been woken up, "I think Samantha's having a bad dream! She woke me up and now I need to pee."

I heard Simon's quick witted excuse for my noisy outburst, I pushed all of my pillows and cushions off of the bed, I wasn't wearing my nighty, this time I was totally naked, as my father turned my doorknob I began thrashing about on my bed. My dad opened my bedroom door and he just stood there looking at my naked body rolling and kicking on my bed, groaning and saying "no!" over and over again, I made it look like I was trying to kick someone. Simon was behind our father looking over his shoulder, "Simon, come on, back to bed with you, your sister doesn't need an audience!"

My dad came into my bedroom and he sat on my bed and placed his hand on my breast, then he moved it to my shoulder and shook me. I play acted waking up and asked my father what was going on, "You were just having a bad dream, you should stop reading violent stories before you go to sleep."

My father was looking intently down between my legs, the few dark brown hairs amongst a sea of pink flesh, I began to sit up in bed and open my legs. My father looked concerned, "What were you dreaming about darling."

I was rubbing my feet, "I was dreaming that I was kicking that big ox Matthew Benson in his nuts again for punching Simon in the mouth."

Now I'd pulled my heel up close to my vagina, my knees were spread wide open and I was pretending that I had a pain in the instep of my right foot, "Probably strained something playing football earlier!"

Dad changed position so he was sitting by my feet, he took over massaging my foot and his eyes were fixed down between my legs, I saw his eyes flick from my wide open vagina to my anal muscle as I lay back slightly relaxing, his eyes opened a little wider and his right hand slipped up past my knee. As his hand slipped along my inner thigh towards my pussy my bedroom door opened and my mother stepped in, Dad jumped, "Samantha was having a nightmare, she was kicking and thrashing her legs about and she's strained her instep."

"Well, okay but you should get ready for bed, I have an early start tomorrow."

My father kissed me good night again and left my bedroom, my mother hung around as my father slipped into the bathroom, "Samantha, you're too old to sleep naked, there are two horny men in the house and if you don't want to be their love interest you should remember to dress properly...unless, that is, that you want to be their target, if that's the case just keep going like you are!"

I smiled up at my mother and pulled my top sheet back over my bed. My mum returned my smile and she closed my bedroom door. I jumped up out of bed and pressed my ear to my own bedroom door, my mother was talking to my father, "I think Samantha's looking forward to losing her virginity, I told her that if she wanted to be fucked by either you or Simon to just keep on going about in the nude, I thought that she would have put her nighty back on but she didn't!"

"I think that Simon or another boy may have already been in there, I think she's been used, anally, her arse hole was wide open when I was in there earlier."

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