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==Chapter 7: Ethan==

The first couple of times our mom caught us sleeping together, it was easy to brush off as Lilly being scared of a thunderstorm or something. But then it started becoming a more common occurrence. At least our mom didn’t seem too bothered by it.

I got really scared when she found out Lilly wasn’t a virgin, though. I mean, how was it possible for it to be anyone else but me? Still, it seemed like she bought Lilly’s story, though it didn’t sound very believable to me. Our mom might have just been in denial or something. I heard people can be like that when stuff like that happens.

She talked to me about it after she found out and I tried to play it off like I didn’t really know. Yeah, I think she must have at least some idea…

Either way, school started off pretty good for both of us. I started doing orchestra and Lilly really liked her teacher, Mr. Simmons. The only bad thing was that Lilly and Jessie weren’t talking after the thing with my birthday. 

I still feel bad about that. I should have known better than to just do all that with Lilly without even talking to her about it first. So I guess I’m a little mad at Jessie, too for writing that note. It’s not like it’s really her fault, though. I only saw her dad a couple of times, but he didn’t seem very nice. It was too bad that Jessie had to live with him now. I was jealous that he got to fuck her all the time, though.

The first week of school came and went like any other first week. During the second week however, something Lilly had been doing for a while now had finally caught up to her…

Yeah, I guess teaching Lilly about sex and everything had turned her into a bit of a nudist at home. And of course, she hardly ever wore panties anymore. So when she got in trouble for not wearing any at school, I wasn’t really surprised. 

Mr. Simmons had managed to peek up her skirt during class or something and made her stay after class for after school detention. For her first offense, she didn’t have to stay after for very long and she was just given a warning. I wondered how Mr. Simmons could have seen up her skirt in the first place, but didn’t ask when Lilly told me the story. 

In the middle of our second week, though, I did finally bring up Jessie. Lilly and I were laying awake in my bed, both panting heavily after having sex. I rolled over and put my hand on her chest.

“I know you’re mad at Jessie, but she probably just needs a friend, you know?”

“I don’t care, she’s mean. I don’t want to be her friend anymore.” Lilly was adamant.

“I bet she misses you,” I added.

“She tried to talk to me last week but I wouldn’t say anything back,” she replied. “She’s mean just like her brother. I hate them!” Lilly hit my mattress with her fist.

“Well, it’s up to you,” I resolved. “But I bet if you bring Jessie over sometime, she’ll apologize and be really sorry. I left it at that. I wasn’t really sure the exact reason why I had pushed the topic. Sure, I wanted Jessie and Lilly to become friends again, but I also wanted to see Jessie again for myself…

That Friday after school, I would finally get my wish. I had been home from school for about 20 minutes and was up in my room when I heard Lilly come in. Then I heard another girl speak that clearly wasn’t Lilly.

I walked out it of my room and ran downstairs to see Jessie taking off her backpack and dropping it by the door before kicking her shoes off.

“Hey!” I said as I stepped towards the living room.

“Hi,” Lilly replied. “We made up.” Then Jessie started crying and ran to hug me.

“I’m sorry I wrote that note,” Jessie said, crying into my shirt. “I don’t know why I did it. But Daddy is so mean to me and my brother.”

“It’s okay, I understand,” I patted Jessie on the back to console her. I liked the fact she was pressing her body up against me, too.

“Jessie’s mom said she could come over until dinner!” Lilly said, unable to keep quiet any longer. “She gets to stay at her mom’s every other weekend.” Lilly started taking her shirt off.

“I don’t really wear clothes very often when I’m at home anymore,” she said when Jessie noticed.

“I don’t either, but only because Daddy won’t let me!” Jessie lamented.

“Well you can wear clothes here if you want to,” it seemed like a weird thing to give her permission to do. But seeing her friend pull her skirt down apparently convinced her since Jessie started taking her shirt off, too.

“You’re going to get caught again if you keep going to school without panties!” I complained when I realized that Lilly didn’t have to take off any panties to strip naked.

“It’s too humid to wear panties right now!” Lilly complained. 

“Jessie is wearing hers,” I looked down to see Jessie sliding her pants off in front of me, thus revealing a white pair with pink hearts. Unable to come up with a counter to my point, Lilly changed the subject.

“I’m hungry,” she said, skipping naked towards the kitchen. I picked Jessie up and carried her toward the kitchen, too before she could get her panties off. She looked cute in them anyways.

“It’s nice to see you again,” I kissed her on the cheek as I carried her to the counter. Lilly was rummaging, through to pantry while Jessie and I talked.

“I wish I still lived at my mommy’s house,” she admitted. “Then I could come over more often. And Daddy makes my brother and me do lots of weird stuff, too.” She looked off in the distance, as she recalled the details of the end to her summer vacation.

“He likes to put his thingy in our bottoms and he does it really hard,” her hands were folded in her lap while she sat there on the counter in just her panties. “My brother and me have to put on shows for him, too.” Lilly walked over with a few granola bars and fruit snacks that were always handy at our house. We ate them while Jessie told us more about how her dad liked to watch her and her brother kiss and do other things to each other.

Jessie went on and told us about how he took lots of pictures and videos of her and her brother, promising to share them with his friends. We felt bad for everything she had to go through. But Jessie said that it was nice having someone she could tell since she couldn’t talk about it with anyone else.

I did feel a little guilty about being so horny during the whole conversation, though. I just couldn’t help myself. Jessie was in her panties telling us about all the ways her dad liked to play with her body and I couldn’t help but imagine everything she was telling us and be turned on by it all. 

Since we seemed to be in a sharing mood, though, I took the opportunity to voice my concern that our mother had to know something was up with Lilly and me. There was just no way she could be that clueless, even if she was never home. Lilly argued with me about it a little, but by the end of the conversation I think I might of had her agreeing with me.

She did have one solid point, though. Adults always believe everything I tell them. I guess I just seem extra trustworthy or something. It’s kind of like my superpower. But that usually just gets me out of little things like when I turn my homework in late.

The conversation grew more casual until Lilly happened to notice the erection I still had in my shorts. 

“Hey!” She said abruptly and reached for the hump in my shorts. Jessie looked down, too. I didn’t stop Lilly as she undid my shorts right in the kitchen. They fell immediately to the ground. My little sister giggled and looked up at me while she slid both arms underneath my shirt. The palms of her hands were sliding up my stomach. 

I slid my shirt off and thew it on the kitchen floor just before Lilly put a hand in the leg of my boxer briefs and began feeling my cock. With both girls there again, I was as horny as ever. 

We moved to the family room before things got even hotter. Lilly slipped off my boxer briefs and my cock swung out in her direction. She grabbed it and ran her hand up and down a few times. It felt great.

“My daddy’s been making me suck his cock a lot,” Jessie said as she eyed mine.

“Oh, Ethan wants me too but it seems nasty,” Lilly said as if I wasn’t even in the room. I had indeed been wanting her to do it for quite a while. 

“Well…” Jessie paused for a moment, “I could show you how I do it.” I sat down on the sofa without saying a word, could this really be happening? It seemed a little too good to be true. I was afraid if I said something, it might ruin the opportunity.

But sure enough, moments later Jessie was on her knees in front of me, licking my shaft. She had obviously done this quite a few times before and even licked my balls before she put the tip of my cock in her mouth.

I moaned and relaxed into the sofa. My dick felt great buried in her warm mouth. Her soft hair rubbed against my thighs, but tickled a little when she bobbed her head. I had to stop myself from chuckling a few times. For a few minutes, I just relaxed as I enjoyed my first blow job.

“That felt great!” I complemented when she pulled her heard back. She still held my cock with two fingers.

“My daddy likes it when I flick my tongue,” then Jessie proceeded to flick her tongue up and down over my tip. “Here, you try.” She looked over to Lilly who didn’t seem much more eager than before.

She did start to lean in, though. Once again, I stayed silent as I watched my sister steadily warming up to the idea. Jessie guided her, telling her how to lick my shaft and advising her technique. Jessie giggled as she watched her friend, which made Lilly relax a little. After a few more timid licks and a few pauses of hesitation, she finally took the tip into her mouth.

I moaned once again as I felt her mouth surround it. Lilly wasn’t anywhere near as experienced as Jessie, but that didn’t matter to me. The fact that my sister was sucking my cock made up for her lack of skill at the task. She sucked me for a few minutes, too while I just relaxed and enjoyed it. I was so preoccupied by the experience that I forgot to warn her…

She was shocked when I began to blow my load right into her mouth.

“Bluuguh!” She mumbled with a mouthful of cock and semen. “Efaahn wroos!” She pulled away and I watched as cum dripped down her chin. My cock was still shooting, getting cum over her cheek and in her hair. She turned and spit out cum on the carpet while my cock sprayed more on her shoulder. Jessie was still kneeling on the floor close by and got a few squirts on her, too.

“My daddy doesn’t let me spit it out,” Jessie watched as cum continued to drip from Lilly’s lips.

“Sorry, I should have warned you,” I apologized to Lilly. “I got a little carried away. 

“I need some water!” Lilly stood up and walked to the kitchen. When she returned, I knew I had to return the favor.

“That felt great,” I complemented Lilly, pulling her closer to me and giving her a hug. I wasn’t concerned with the cum that was still all over her and got some of it on me.

“Why don’t you lay back and I’ll make you feel good, too. Both of you.” The girls laid next to each other on the sofa and spread their legs. I started off with Lilly, but switched between the two of them. Both girl’s pussies got equal attention as I continued. Lilly was the first to cum, emitting several soft coo’s before the event. 

My tongue was pretty tired, but I had to get Jessie off, too. I lowered myself back down to her cunt and ate it with as much energy as before. Sure enough, she too began to wriggle her legs as I soon took her over the edge.

Lilly and I both had my cum drying on us and definitely needed a bath when it was over. Jessie did get a small glob in her hair, but could have probably done without the bath. Regardless, the bath almost felt like a tradition now, so we all got in the water. 

Once more, I enjoyed soaping up the girls and cleaning places that definitely didn’t need to be cleaned. While I didn’t make the girls cum again, my cock was ready for it. Jessie and Lilly were splashing and giggling with each other at that point. I simply sat on the opposite end of the tub and watched their naked bodies as I jerked my cock.

“Woah! Is that the time?” I had left my phone on the bathroom counter and happened to pick it up as we were drying off. “It’s almost time for you to be back at your house.” Jessie’s mother always wanted her to be back by 6 when she came over in the evenings. And it was already ten ‘till. We all scrambled, half dried off, running naked though the house to find our clothes.

Fortunately, we were all able to find our clothes and were quickly dressed and out the door. I walked with Jessie back to her house and of course, Lilly came along, too. Jessie’s house was only three streets over and it would be okay if we were a little late. Our walk was uneventful and when we arrived, Jessie walked up to ring the doorbell. Jessie’s mother quickly answered.

“Hello,” she was wearing a loose fitting silk dress which was probably intended to be worn to bed. “Did you have a good time.” 

“Yeah, it was fun!” Jessie answered as she started to walk in.

“Your hair’s wet…” her mother noted.

“Yeah, I uh, spilled some juice in it and Ethan helped me wash it out,” Jessie lied.

“I see…” her mother looked to both Lilly and myself, also with wet hair from our bath.

“We kind of turned cleaning it up into a bit of a game,” I tried to make the story sound more convincing. “You should see the kitchen, it’s a mess.”

“Right… Well, why don’t you all come inside for a few,” Jessie’s mother continued. She gave me an odd look as the girls ran past her.

“Come up to my room,” Jessie called to Lilly. “I’ll show you my new beanbag chair. The girls had run off before I even stepped into the house. Jessie’s mother shut the door behind me before she spoke.

“I know what you’ve been doing with my little girl, Ethan,” she warned, putting her hand firmly on my shoulder.

“Uh, what?” I didn’t know what to say. Did she suspect? She couldn’t know anything really… Right? Regardless, I wasn’t about to admit anything.

“That’s right, I know you’ve been fucking my daughter,” she whispered into my ear. I was then caught of guard when she pushed me into the wall.

“What? I never…”

“Don’t bother lying to me,” she interrupted me before I could think of what to say. The woman gripped both of my wrists firmly and pinned them above my head. “You are a naughty boy.” Then she leaned into me. I was too scared to say anything and afraid of what she might do.

“At least she wants to spend time at your house. That’s more than can be said about her father.” Her tone had begun to change. 

“Uh… I, Um…” it was all I could think to say. Apologizing didn’t seem quite right, but neither did anything else. She pushed her body into me, pressing me harder against the wall, then put a finger to my lips.

“Shhhh. . .if she was with my piece of shit ex this weekend, he’d probably fuck her twat like she’s a cheap whore instead of his seven year old daughter. But you don’t hurt her like that…” She ran a hand through my hair. I had no idea what to think. At first I could have sworn she was going to hit me, but now I was starting to get an idea she wanted to do something else with me…

She leaned her head in and sighed before letting go of my other arm. I was still pinned to the wall by her body. She was skinny, but quite a bit taller than me. Her knees were bent, though, and I could feel her chest pressing against mine.

“You know, I haven’t been with a man in a while,” she admitted. “Not since my marriage started going downhill.” 

“Oh,” I replied, unsure of what else to say. That’s when she started running her hands down my chest.

“Mrs. Jenson…” I started to say.

“That’s not my name anymore,” she replied. “But you can just call me Susan. You always were a nice boy…” That’s when she kissed me. I could smell the wine on her breath and tasted it as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back, too.

“‘Mmmm…” she moaned and felt up my chest before cupping my head in between her hands. “You’re coming upstairs with me.” It sounded more like a demand than a request. 

“Okay.” I said. She grabbed my hand and led the way. Once we were inside her bedroom, she closed the door behind us. Then she turned back to me and eagerly dug her hands into my shorts.

I didn’t really like the idea of having sex with someone old enough to be my mom, but I was still hard as soon as I felt her touch my cock. And I had just cum not too long before that, too.

“My ex-husband gets to have his fun, so I should get to have some of my own, wouldn’t you say?”

“Uh. . .yeah,” it felt weird to answer.

“I think so, too,” her eyes lit up as she continued, yanking my shirt over my head. Then she pulled my shorts off in one motion as she pushed me onto her bed. Then I watched as she pulled off her nightgown. She wore nothing else underneath.

Lilly was definitely the first girl I’d ever been attracted to. Then I started looking at Jessie and other little girls after that. I’d looked at some women, but until I saw Jessie’s mom, I never really thought of myself wanting to have sex with an actual woman. 

Susan was sexy. Her tits were perfect—not large, but inviting. I just wanted to reach out to grab them and start kissing them. Her pussy was completely shaved and its shape oddly reminded me of Jessie’s as I stated at it for the first time.

The woman leaned over me and pulled off my underwear. Then, she took my cock into her mouth. Just like her daughter had done merely an hour or so before, I felt her tongue swirl around my cock. Then she pulled her head away and began kissing my body.

“You’re my sexy little boy toy!” She complemented. “Half boy. Half man.” She kissed different parts of my chest in between statements as she continued talking. Then she reached up to my lips and I kissed her back. I reach my hand out and found one of her tits, too, feeling one for the first time.

We kissed and fondled each other for a while before doing anything more. Susan hugged me and rolled me around the bed, rubbing my cock or putting my hand up to her twat.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in years,” she pulled away from me and pushed me back down to the bed. Then she climbed on top of me and lined my cock up with her cunt. The next thing I knew, she was riding on top of me with my cock inside her.

“Fuck. Yes. Teenage. Boy. Slut.,” she panted. Her words grew less and less coherent as she continued to ride me. I watched as her tits bounced and I even reached up to feel them a few times, too.

“This is—the hottest thing I’ve ever done!” She panted, “Oh fuck!” I could tell she had begun to cum. As she cried out, I felt myself cumming, too. Jessie’s mother kept riding me as I shot my load inside her. Then, she collapsed, clearly exhausted from the ordeal.

“Fuck, I am so going to hell,” she said quietly as she laid over me. Then she rolled off of me and I just laid there on my back. I listened to her catch her breath as I stared at the ceiling.

“How did it feel fucking a real woman instead of a little girl?” She asked.

“Uh, good…” I replied. In truth, I preferred her daughter and my little sister, but I couldn’t deny that I liked it. She chuckled quietly.

“You’ve only been with Jessie and your sister haven’t you?”

“Uh… yeah,” I admitted, but I kept going. “Your ex-husband, he’s missing out.”

“Hmm, you’re so sweet,” she rolled into me as kissed my cheek. I tuned my head and we started making out again.  Once more, I felt up her tits. It wasn’t long before I was rock hard again and we started over from the beginning—but this time I was on top.

[[IA/8|Chapter 8]]