L. K. Madding
Cherry Busting Brother

BBB-407

Cathy Jones, walking home from school, felt a secret tingle in her pussy.

She had done something at lunch time she shouldn't have done, and now she was busily trying to hide the knowledge of it from herself.

"Another day, another night of study," she muttered to herself.

Lost in her thoughts, she wasn't aware of the heads she turned.

She was only fourteen years old, but she was a traffic-stopper.

Her youthful hips swayed in a lilting rhythm from side to side, as she walked. She was everything a man could dream of in the wettest of dreams!

Her body was almost fully developed. Her legs were already well-formed and shapely. Her blonde hair shone in the late afternoon sunlight like molten gold. Her green eyes sparkled with the young enthusiasm and the happiness of childhood, just merging into womanhood.

Her lips were beautifully heart-shaped, and full, sensual.

Her breasts were perfect mounds on a well-shaped chest, and the swelling of her young bosom curved downward into a trim waist, and then burgeoned out again into the delicate swell of her firm, well-rounded hips.

She had thought she wasn't interested in a man. She was too busy studying, trying to get good marks, trying to get ahead. She wanted a scholarship to college.

She tried very hard to think of the homework she had to do that night.

What kept coming to her mind was the boy who had seduced her in the library during lunch hour.

She felt the juices gushing from her young honey pot, staining her panties as she walked. Already, the inner flesh of her thighs was quite dewy from the effluence of her pussy.

Cathy was still a virgin, but she had almost lost it.

She shivered as she remembered the boy's hot hands, as they slipped under her blouse, and cupped her bare breasts. Even as she thought of it, Cathy's nipples puckered.

And then he had put his hand up under her skirt, and snaked his eager fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties. He had pried one of his fingers between her plump white outer lips, dabbled in her pink wet inner flesh.

Cathy trembled again. She felt uncomfortable.

She felt hot and cold at the same time. She also felt scared.

She shouldn't have done it, but she did.

Not only had she let the boy touch her like that, she had let him put her hand on his great, throbbing bulge. Her palm tingled still with the heat she had felt.

On rather shaky knees, Cathy walked up the steps to her house, and let herself in.

"Hello, Cathy," her father said, as she walked into the house. He was sitting in the living room, as usual, reading the evening newspaper.

"Hi, Daddy. I'm fine."

Cathy went up to her father and kissed him hello.

"How was your day in school."

Again Cathy felt that strange shiver course through her body. She had to leave the room. She had to go up and finish what that boy had started.

She shrugged her shoulders, and smiled at her father.

"Oh, Daddy, you know…"

"No, I don't know," her father said, grinning at her with an adult's amusement at the vagaries of a child. "Suppose you tell me."

"Oh, Daddy, nothing!" Cathy gasped. She turned abruptly, leaving her bemused father to wonder what adolescent upheaval had caused this recent aberration.

She went to the kitchen, to greet her mother.

Her home life was excellent, and Cathy appreciated it. Her parents were loving, caring people, and she had learned well the lessons that familial love teaches.

"How was school, dear?" her mother said, accepting her daughter's kiss.

"Oh, you know, Mom," Cathy said. "Same old shit."

"Cathy!" her mother exclaimed in mild rebuke, "your language, honey."

"Sorry, Mom," she responded.

Cathy hurriedly walked out of the kitchen, leaving her mother as bemused as she had left her father.

She ascended the stairs to her room, walked in and closed the door.

Then she could let go. She felt the flush of passion rise on her fair young cheek, felt her chest heaving with her labored breathing.

"Ohhh!" she moaned, bringing her hand down to cup her inflamed muff. A gush of cream poured out of her tight little hole, and made her fingers sticky. Her pants were a soggy mess, had been all day!

Cathy took her clothes off, her hands trembling with the incredible passion which had possessed her. She stared in the mirror, at her incredibly beautiful body.

She reached down with her hand, and covered her lightly-furred muff.

She jumped at the hot contact of her hand with her pussy meat.

Sitting down in front of the full-length mirror, Cathy stared at herself frigging herself. She spread her legs wide, raising her knees slightly.

She saw the pink inner flesh of her twat blossom outward. The tiny little pin-prick of darkness, indicating her virginal tunnel oozed with her creamy white juices.

Watching herself, enamored of herself, she rubbed her hand up and down, covering her twitching pussy meat with her soft white palm. She felt her clitoris jump under the soft pressure of her demanding hand.

"Ooooh!" she gasped, leaning back a little. Her hand was quickly covered with the syrup which flowed lavishly from her cunt.

Her hand started to move up and down, faster and faster. Her breathing got raspy and shallow as the lust built. Cathy thought that her insides were going to melt in the fever of her passion.

She pried one finger into her dripping love hole, and felt her cuntal muscles clutching at the pumping finger. She drove her finger in and out of her twitching pussy faster and faster.

Her breasts swelled, as her whole body became bloated with her passion.

She saw the thin trickle of sweat, which flowed downward in the fleshy valley between her gorgeous jugs.

She rubbed faster and faster. The pussy meat swelled more and more, and it throbbed with a tom-tom rhythm which drove Cathy crazy.

Pretty soon, she watched her hips rippling as her muscles contracted rhythmically with her growing excitement.

"Ohhh!" she moaned. Her body pitched forward slightly, and her hips humped quickly up and down on the floor, as she braced herself by pressing the soles of her feet into the carpet.

She was coming! She had needed this orgasm desperately all day. She had needed it when she woke up. She needed it even more when that boy had breathed on her face in passionate moist breaths, and stuck his fingers into her aching twat.

"Eech!" she squealed, as the orgasm which had rumbled deep in her cunt started to spread outward in hot waves, until her whole body was convulsed with the delicious delirium. Cathy's tightly closed eyes revealed a wild fireworks display, as her orgasm peaked, and then started to fade away.

She gasped, and her green eyes fluttered open. She saw the dark stain on the carpet from her pussy cream, and grinned wryly at it.

Her whole body still tingled from the sweet orgasm which had flowed through her. But it wasn't enough.

More and more, Cathy knew it wasn't enough. She was desperate to get her cherry popped. She really wanted to feel a thick, big cock stuffing that tiny little hole, giving her the same sensations as her little finger, but even more intense.

She got up on rubbery legs, and put her clothes back on. She wiped up the stain on the rug, and started to tackle her homework until supper.

That night, Cathy, lying on the bed studying math, came across a puzzling problem that she couldn't solve. She got out of bed, and padded to the door, thinking her father could help her.

She went downstairs to the living room, thinking they might be watching television or listening to music.

But they weren't there.

Cathy was puzzled. It was still early, and her parents didn't usually go to bed early. She checked the kitchen, which was also empty, and then went upstairs.

They must have gone to bed early, but if they did, Cathy was still puzzled. They had left all the lights on.

She approached the door of her parents' bedroom. And she heard voices.

She stopped. There was something different about their voices tonight.

Were they quarreling?

She crept closer to the door, intent on eavesdropping. If anything were wrong, Cathy wanted to know about it.

She put her ear to the door and listened. And then she heard laughter.

"Ohhh, oh, no, you big brute. What on earth are you doing?"

Cathy's frown deepened. It was her mother's voice. It sounded different, almost as if she were frightened of something, but still, Cathy didn't think she was scared.

"I'm going to fuck you until you come out of your ears!"

Cathy trembled and her pussy creamed wildly. Her father was fucking her mother. Cathy had to watch. She had never seen anyone fucking, and she needed to learn about it.

Her mother's moan was low, guttural. Cathy slowly turned the knob of the door, and opened it, peering in. The bed was against the wall, and afforded Cathy a clear view of what was going on.

She gasped, and shivered. Her father was naked, and so was her mother.

Her mother had spread her legs. Cathy saw her pussy meat clearly. Her mother had a ripe, beautiful figure. Cathy took after her.

The only difference was that her mother's cunt was bigger, and it was covered with a gleaming bush of thick, blonde hair.

Cathy's eyes widened when she saw her father's prick.

"Oh, no," she whispered to herself, not even conscious that she was articulating the words aloud, "it couldn't be that big. That would kill me!"

Shivering with a pleasurable fear, Cathy watched her father get on top of her mother. His buttocks were very, very muscular, his long, lean frame glistened with sweat.

She saw his balls dangling between his legs, as he placed his mammoth prick against her mother's glistening pink meat. Cathy thought she would faint with the hot excitement that coursed through her young body.

She saw his massive shaft start to disappear, as he plunged it into her mother's cunt.

"Oooh, unh! That feels so good," her mother gasped. "Oh, Bob, put it all the way in, ooh!"

The words her mother was crooning made Cathy's ears sing with the blood that rushed to her head. She had never known her mother could talk so wildly.

Her father's muscular buttocks started to rise in the air, and Cathy saw his thick stick appear. Now it was glistening, coated with her mother's pussy syrup.

Cathy's breath came in quick puffy gasps. Her hand reached down into her pajama bottoms, and she began to rub her own pussy meat.

"Oh, Bob, it feels so fucking good. Oh, faster, Bob, faster. Oh, Bob, I want to come."

Her mother's hips started to hump upward, as her father's dick disappeared again into the creamy depths of her mother's hole.

"Hang on, darling, I'll make you come," her father said. His buttocks rose high in the air, and then came down, as he drove his cock, like a pile-driver in and out of her mother's dark hole.

"Remember the first time, darling?" her mother gasped. Cathy watched her mother's arms snake around her father's neck, as he drove his cock with increasing speed in and out of her mother's cunt.

Cathy remembered the story. She had heard her mother, talking to some of her friends over drinks one night, when her father was working late.

As she rubbed her hand over her pussy, she visualized it, the way her mother told it. Lots of the women told stories that night, but Cathy thought her mother's story was the sexiest.

They were both teenagers, still in high school, and they were both fairly well-off.

They had come from conservative backgrounds, but apparently they had hit it off on their first date.

On their second date, they had gone to the movies. They hadn't wanted to part company. Her father had suggested a walk in the park, and Cathy's mother had said yes, readily.

It was an unusually warm evening and there was not a soul in the park.

Being bold but little scared at the same time, Bob had kissed her, and Cathy's mother had responded ardently.

Their mouths had met hungrily, their eagerness intensified by the fact that what they were doing was forbidden. Sparks flew when they kissed.

Her father, Bob, had started to explore her body, the way the boy had explored Cathy's that very afternoon. It was the story of her mother's first time that had driven Cathy to allow the boy the liberties he took.

She had allowed his hands to wander all over her breasts, and then down over her waist, her hips, and her lovely rounded ass cheeks.

They knew they were going to go all the way.

Scared that someone might come, they didn't strip. June, Cathy's mother, raised her skirt up to her hips, and Bob pulled off her panties. Then her father had taken his cock out of his fly.

Her father had entered her mother's pussy gently. It had hurt a little, since she was a virgin. Her mother had begged her father to break her hymen, and he had.

Cathy, her eyes blurred with the lust which bloated her, stared at her father. He was now humping her faster and faster. Her mother was moaning wildly.

Her mother's hips moved wildly, and her father's dick was making funny wet sucking sounds. The sounds only caused Cathy's hand to move faster and faster over her little virginal pussy meat.

She was jealous. She wanted to have a man pumping her full of his scum, wanted to feel a man's dick spreading her cunt hole wide.

Her mother's body heaved insanely under her father's humping body.

"Ohhh, Bob, keep it up. Oh, it's like heaven darling."

Cathy's face screwed up as the lust became stronger and stronger, a force not to be denied.

"Yeah!" Cathy's father gasped. "I'm going to come, June. I'm going to come."

"Oh, do, darling. Come. Ohh, I'm going to come, too!"

Cathy's mother did start to come. Cathy recognized the spastic motions, the sudden wild flurry of activity. Her mother's limbs thrashed wildly on the bed, her arms clutched greedily around her husband's neck.

Then her father grunted, and he started to come. Cathy was fascinated with the way his ass muscles rippled when he drove his cock deep into her mother's cunt.

Soon, both of them collapsed, breathing noisily, clutching each other.

Cathy gritted her teeth, and her body jumped and twitched like a puppet on tangled strings, as her rubbing hand brought her own pussy into delicious tumult.

She felt her face get red, as she held her breath, to prevent herself from crying out with the hot, searing pleasure which filled her.

Then she relaxed.

She peered into the room again. Her mother's eyes were closed in postorgasmic bliss, but they had to open soon. After all, her mother had left all the lights on downstairs.

Slowly, cautiously, Cathy closed the door and went back to her room.

Cathy's mother had admitted to her girlfriends, the night that Cathy eavesdropped, that was the night her older brother Jimmy was conceived.

Cathy had been born two years later.

In her room once more, she tried to study. But she was too hot and horny. She couldn't. She felt the need to frig herself again.

"You're gonna go crazy!" she said to herself in the mirror.

She couldn't believe the wild tumult that coursed through her.

Cathy walked away from the mirror, with her cunt itching, and went back to her studying.

About an hour later, she heard her brother come in. She gasped.

What bothered her the most was, did she close her parents' door? She was pretty sure she had, but she decided to check.

If her brother caught her checking, she could always tell him she was going down to raid the refrigerator.

She walked cautiously out of her room, and down the hall to her parents' room. Good, she thought, she had closed the door.

The noises behind the door still had the same wild sound.

Could they have really kept it up that long?

Cathy couldn't resist it. Listening carefully, she heard her brother's footsteps going toward the kitchen.

He was going to raid the refrigerator himself, which would keep him busy for awhile. Cathy opened the door again, and this time she gasped.

As she looked wide in awe, she saw her mother's legs wide apart, her knees raised. Her father was between her mother's legs, and he was munching on her pussy.

Cathy had no idea that it could be done. She remembered once having tried to lick her own pussy, but she couldn't get her head down between her legs.

Her father's tongue made wet sucking noises as it probed into her mother's womanhood. Cathy felt the desperate rush of pleasure course through her.

She felt as if her house were reeking with sex, which was no help to the over-active, ardent young teenager.

Even her brother suddenly appeared to be an attractive possibility to the desperate Cathy.

Her mother was still moaning sexily.

"Oh, your tongue, Bob, it feels so good, ohh, lick it, honey. Lick my snatch."

As Cathy watched through the partially opened door, she saw her father's tongue licking up his wife's juices. He seemed to enjoy doing it, and her mother was obviously in ecstasy.

Cathy's pussy meat tingled. She sighed and closed the door again, not wanting to be discovered spying.

How could she study tonight when her blood was in a turmoil? She decided that maybe she did need something to eat.

She went back to her room, to put on her bathrobe, mostly to cover the rapidly spreading stain in her pajamas, and went downstairs again, and out to the kitchen.

Her brother looked like her father, tall, dark, and handsome. To Cathy he was always the most handsome boy in the world, and her pussy continued to cream. Her sexual ardor was such that she had not yet acquired any sexual discrimination.

"Hi, Sis," Jimmy smiled, looking fondly at his delectable sister.

His quick gaze to her tits did not escape the overwrought Cathy's attention. Cathy had heard that making it with a brother was incest, and that it was monstrously wrong.

Her parents had never told her that. She had heard it from her friends in school. Cathy was so overwhelmed by her libidinous thoughts, that she didn't even dare to kiss her brother.

He was pouring milk.

"Want some?"

She nodded. He frowned at her.

"You have an awful funny look on your face. What's the matter?"

Cathy shrugged, and sat down at the kitchen table, as Jimmy got another glass and poured her some milk.

"Did you have a nice time?" she asked.

Her brother's rakish grin did nothing to dispel the sexual aura she sensed about him. She knew Jimmy wasn't a virgin, because one day she had caught him reading girlie magazines.

He had hidden the magazines, and she had got angry, her curiosity thwarted.

"Why can't I look at them?" she demanded, irately.

"Because you're too young. And anyway, you're still a virgin. You shouldn't look at stuff like that."

Cathy's eyes had widened.

"You mean you're not?"

Her brother looked at her superciliously. "Of course I'm not. I'm sixteen."

"Is that when you're supposed to do it?"

"Yeah, I guess, if you meet the right girl."

"Well, I'm gonna meet the right guy soon."

Her brother had sprung out of the bed, furious, and grabbed her by her shoulders. He shook her.

"You damn straight better wait, Cathy, or I'll kill you and the boy."

"Why? I'm old enough!"

"No you're not."

Cathy had subsided in frustration, resigned to being bossed by her mother and her father, and now her older brother.

"I don't think I can wait that long," she had said.

"You better!" her brother warned her, pushing her roughly out of the room.

"Hey! Are you with it?"

Cathy snapped back to the present, and stared at her brother. "Yeah," she said defensively.

"Boy, you look like a love-sick cow," Jimmy had teased.

"Well, I'd like to know what you look like!" she demanded.

Jimmy laughed, and pulled out some cake, cutting a piece for himself, and one for his sister.

Cathy had to hand it to him! It didn't matter how aggravating he got.

He always looked out for her.

"Where are Mom and Dad."

Cathy turned away momentarily to hide the blush that crept into her face.

"I don't know," she lied. "Aren't they in the living room?"

"No."

"But all the tights are on!"

Jimmy laughed, his voice husky. "I know where they are."

"Where?" Cathy demanded.

"In bed."

"Without turning off the lights?"

Jimmy stuffed a piece of cake in his mouth, and nodded.

"There are times when you don't turn off the lights," he said, sagely.

"I don't know what that means," Cathy said.

"Oh, you'll find out!" her brother promised. "You're too young now."

"No, I'm not!" Cathy exclaimed, pushing the cake away. She was too sexually aroused to eat. Her stomach churned lazily in her belly.

To Cathy, it felt as if her stomach were doing lazy somersaults.

She had to get away from her brother, had to go to her room again, and bring herself off.

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Jimmy."

"Goodnight, Cathy. See you in the morning."

"Yeah."

Cathy put her glass in the sink, her milk only partially drunk. She went back to her room.

Her face began to flush as she lay down on the bed and opened her pajama tops. She started to massage her breasts. Her fingertips soothed the ache in her puckered nipples.

She massaged them very slowly, dreamily. Her mind wandered into a haze.

She pushed the bottoms of her pajamas down, and pressed her hand into her snatch. It was sticky and wet.

She thought of her handsome, rakish brother, and her father, with his monstrous prick, stuck deep in her mother, and then his tongue noisily licking at her mother's cunt.

She had learned one thing at least. If her father had put his mouth on her mother's cunt, it couldn't be perverted.

They wouldn't do anything perverted, so Cathy felt free to fantasize about it.

She brought her hand to her mouth, and tasted her pussy cream. It was a strange taste, musky but somehow, rather sweet at the same time.

While her right hand started to massage her pussy again, her left hand roamed freely over her burgeoning tits.

She felt herself getting hotter and hotter. She rubbed the opening of her juicy little virgin crack, feeling the wetness seep out of her.

Her hand encountered the minuscule little hard button of her clitoris.

She started to rub it, and she felt goose bumps rise on her smooth, white flesh. Her small pink nipples got harder, and she rolled her tongue around and around her lips.

She put one finger into her dripping twat, and twirled it around, trying to make it feel like her father's dick might feel. But she knew it was too small, so she put two fingers into her cunt.

She started to perspire. There was a slight sting as her flesh was stretched wider than it had ever been, but the pleasure was much stronger than the discomfort.

She gasped, and her pumping fingers stopped their rhythmic motion for a moment, as Cathy thought of something else that was terribly important.

If her father ate her mother's cunt, did her mother eat her father's huge prod? She wasn't sure if it would fit into her mother's mouth. But then she had been pretty sure it wouldn't fit into her mother's pussy!

But the thought tantalized her further. Her delight grew as her hands moved around and around on her wet aroused flesh.

She began to twitch. It felt like something was hurting in her stomach at first, but then her pussy overflowed with thick syrup, and the twitching became a pleasure that was so intense, she thought she would faint.

She started to finger herself faster and faster. She couldn't control her senses any longer. Her hips went out of control humping upward, driving her fingers deeper into her twat, until they were buried up to the knuckle.

She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out loud, and alerting the rest of her family that she was up to no good.

Her orgasm finally exploded, and her body twitched insanely in the delicious throes. Her breasts swelled with her passion, and she trembled.

Her orgasm peaked and then floated away in little wisps, leaving a residue of hot fleshy pleasure which warmed her belly, and eased out her over-active mind.

She relaxed and fell into a deep sleep. Her hand was still between her free-flowing cunt lips.

Cathy was determined to initiate herself into the mysteries of sex as soon as possible. And she really didn't care if it were her brother, or someone in school.

She would decide in the morning how she wanted to go about it.

Even in her sleep she could feel her pussy creaming wildly.

She had several dreams that night.

In the first one, her father came into her room with that monstrous peter of his gripped in his hand.

In the second dream, she saw her mother getting fucked by her father.

In the third one, she was lying under her brother's body. He was fucking her like a stallion, and Cathy was screaming.

When she woke up from that one, she was trembling all over and covered with sweat.

Her bed was soaking wet under her quivering buttocks from the sweet honey which had flowed from her overheated snatch.