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A few days before my brother, Robert was due home, mother and father sat me down and told me how I was to behave. It was comical in some respects, though to be fair, they didn’t know that I had overheard them talking in their bedroom. I was told to behave myself in front of him. Not to let on that we fucked as a threesome. It was laughable, and secretly, I wondered whether they had told him the same thing.It put a smile on my face though which made my journey to fucking my brother all the more fun.I was a thirteen-year-old brat when he saw me last. That was a long time ago, and I wondered if he would notice a change in me, other than the obvious ageing. He would be twenty-one, leaving college and building his own life. He probably had a girlfriend or several knowing him. It would be fair to say that we never got on that well when he left to go to college. Still, who would have thought that my father and I would start fucking each other and that mother would also join in with our shenanigans.I sat and smiled at my mother and father and told them that I would behave myself. I did complain about the potential lack of sex, and father assured me that we would get some in now and then, after all, Robert wouldn’t be in the house all the time. I showed a modicum of relief.It was sure as hell going to be a fun ride.I was out of the house the day he arrived but made a point of telling my friend Suzanne that I had to get home early to meet my brother. I walked into the kitchen with father on the same high stool that I blew his balls on the first time we had sex and my brother sat on the other one. Mother was nowhere to be seen.His bags littered the floor around him and there was just enough room for him to slip off the stool and give his little sister a hug and a kiss.“Blimey, you’ve grown up,” he commented.“Yes, I believe I have,” I replied, forcing my tits into his chest and hugging him close. I don’t think he knew where to put his Maltepe Escort hands because my ass was crying out to receive them but he daren’t be so bold. I was disappointed when they fell on my shoulder blades. I could feel the uncertainty through his actions. Bugger me though, if I didn’t feel something hard between us, even in that short hugging moment.I broke contact, not because I felt uncomfortable but because I wanted to check out whether he did or didn’t have a hard-on under his shorts. Let’s just say, what I saw, brought a smile to my face.We spent the rest of the evening catching up. There were so many questions to ask about his college, his friends, his girlfriends, and the life, where he lived, so, so many questions. Father asked most of them while mother chipped in by asking about the women in his life. I could see there was an interest in the way she asked the questions.He was a lot more careful with his answers on that score but did hint that there may be someone special on the horizon. I watched mother closely when he told us. I watched her look down towards the table that we were eating from, and then, just as quickly, she raised herself, smiled and told him how wonderful that was and how much they would love to meet her.She tried her best to hide the disappointment, but I noticed it.Life moved on in our house in a strange but understandable way. We hardly went around naked anymore, though my meagre splattering of clothing was allowed. Mother and father mostly spent their time together and we only came together as a proper family during meal times.I masturbated heavily in my bedroom at night, hoping like fuck Robert would hear me, but he never seemed to notice, and I didn’t hear anything from his room despite me creeping around and putting my ear to his door. I would have been thankful for some dirty talk with his girlfriend but I got nothing.Nothing that is until the Maltepe Escort Bayan next morning when everyone was out of the house and I stumbled upon Robert standing just inside the kitchen, leaning against the wall. I pulled back quickly, hearing his voice before I saw him. He didn’t know I was there and I played the perverted voyeur and listened.The talk was indeed dirty, I heard him tell, whoever was on the phone, how much he wanted his cock inside her juicy little cunt. That turned me on and it was all I could do to stop the fluids leaking out of my cunt. Then came the ‘how much he missed her speech.’I tried my best to listen to the voice on the other side of the phone but without any satisfaction. What did cause me to put my hand down my jeans was his insistence that he would have to fuck her sooner than later. This made me think about how close his girlfriend lived to us.I rushed up the stairs to my room, pushed my hand down my knickers and started rubbing. I was so horny. Where was father when I needed him? Why did he have to go to work today? And where was mother?I picked up the phone and took a picture of my lovely shaved cunt. I held the image in Robert’s WhatsApp message box for ages, the caption reading ‘Come fuck your sister. She needs it.’ I didn’t press send but I wanted to. I promised father I would be a good girl.I wasn’t expecting to hear his voice speak outside my room.“Sis, are you in there?”Yes, I was, and yes, so were my fingers. I pulled them out quickly and replied. “Yes, I’m here, what do you want?”“Fancy a walk around town?”I agreed to it, jumped up from the bed and met him in the lounge. We had a great time, getting back just before dinner time. We spent time just chatting and I hardly had a sexy thought all through the walk, well, apart from the sexy forty-year-old guy that kept eyeing me at a local café. I get off knowing that horny old men would give Escort Maltepe anything to get in my knickers. Who can blame them? Except he’d be disappointed that I didn’t have any on. I wondered whether Robert would be shocked at that.That evening was a little strange. Sitting on the sofa, I noticed that mother was texting a friend and so was Robert. We all had our phones in our hands, but I suppose that’s life these days. However, something didn’t add up. Their actions were too – synchronised.Without warning, Robert announced that he was retiring to bed. He said he was tired and that it had been a long day. I agreed with him, after all, we walked miles around town. I watched him leave and that left the three of us. I suddenly became excited as an opportunity presented itself and I found my cunt leaking at the thought of sharing what was on my mind with my parents. I was disappointed when mother stood up and announced she was off to bed too.“You staying down, hun?” she asked father. He just nodded, his eyes glued to the television.My eyes were glued to his crotch.“Goodnight then, see you later,” mother said before leaving us to it.I waited a while, not knowing what to do. Follow mother or suck father off while he watched television. I was torn.Father was the obvious choice but something niggled at the edges of my mind. I gave in to temptation. I got off the chair and sidled up to father on the sofa, resting my head on his shoulders.“What are you watching?” I asked.“A programme on Orangutans.”The situation didn’t need words, just a cautious check over my shoulder before I reached over and unzipped his shorts. Extracting his stiffening cock out of his trousers before it became too hard was a challenge. When it popped free it was eighty per cent there and my lips were twenty per cent closer.“Fuck, I need this daddy,” I said, as I lowered my lips down over his cockhead. He could tell I needed it. He shifted slightly to give me better access and to look over his shoulder in case anyone returned. As if they would! I sucked him deeply, my hand worked on his shaft and my head bobbed over his cock until I felt him stiffen. I moaned when the jet of spunk hit the back of my throat, I moaned even louder when he continued to fill it.
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