A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week3/Matchmaker/Crop/Daddy/Alone
Disappointed to not have a partner in crime, Sally still took her brother's advice to heart and crept down toward the floor. She pulled away from the window just a bit and dropped onto her knees, bending forward until she could peek over the bottom ledge of the window and down to the patio below. She could just barely see the entirety of the table with her face nearly pressed against the bottom of the glass pane. Rising higher would make it easier to see, but compared to a moment ago when her nudity was fully framed by the window she was now far less noticeable. At least to anyone outside.
Inside the bedroom though, the view behind Sally was an especially interesting one, the nipples-down-naked 10 year old angled forward on her knees, her legs split apart just enough for proper balance. Her slim form actively shifted and wiggled with anticipation, driven by both impatience and excitement, Sally convinced that at any moment her parents would simply ravage each other in the evening sun. But leaning toward the window as she was, her back sloping, pelvis tilted, Sally was pushing more than just her ass out behind her. The tween's bald rounded slit peeked out between her parted thighs from under her skinny and slightly upturned posterior, the crack of her ass perfectly aligned with the cleft of her puffy mound.
Devin had intended on jumping on his computer to distract himself from his distracting sister, but one glimpse from his chair was all it took to kill that idea. It was upsetting enough having to watch his cute little sister endlessly prance around the house naked that Devin had been forced to release his frustrations multiple times every day. Not that he was complaining. He had been working up to a second release when Sally had called him for dinner. And now he couldn't deal with that pent up load as she, the source of his frustrations, was bent over naked in his own bedroom, the one place in the house where he could reliably work through his problems.
After launching a game, any game, Devin spent far too much time stealing glances over his shoulder, trying to placate his treacherous penis by squeezing himself over his pants, pretending to not inspect his sibling's svelte backside from across the room. He hated that his dumb sister wasn't even doing anything sexual; she was just parked there butt ass naked, the sight alone of his sister's tight little rear end seemingly enough to get him worked up again. It was weird to both want and not want her to leave.
Sally meanwhile was totally fixated on her parents. She watched their gestures and examined Daddy's smile, looking for a hint of something more. A few minutes peeking over her brother's low window sill quickly felt like hours. She didn't know what they could possibly be talking about that was more interesting than jumping each other. When her mom rose from the table to start clearing the other plates Sally's heart sank. But then daddy stood, and he wasn't looking to clean up.
After Ryan offered to take the plates from Ava, he set them back down then pulled her into his arms. Sally would've been tickled to hear her daddy say "Gimme those tits you fucking horny slut," but the window was closed and she was nearly as elated just seeing them kiss.
"Psst! Devin!" Sally whispered-shouted. "Mom and dad are kissing!"
"So? That's gross. Plus they do that all the time. Why would I want to see that?" sneered Devin, turning to his game as if he hadn't just been eyeing up his baby sister's visible under-cunt. He did feel guilty for leering at her, albeit less so knowing she was doing the same thing to their parents, so he did make some attempt to ignore Sally's nudity, limiting himself to only periodically checking her out instead of eyeballing her gratuitously.
Sally could not understand her brother's apparent disinterest, but she couldn't entirely explain her own fascination either. What Sally was ultimately obsessing over were the sounds and cries she'd heard from her parent's bedroom, so not being able to hear the loving couple now was admittedly odd. A sick, perverted part of her wanted to be able to put images to every sound, to make sense of what had been going on behind closed doors. Devin on the other hand had discovered porn long ago and genuinely had no need or interest in merging his own sexual deviancy with familial matters, at least until Sally had fallen into becoming a stay-at-home nudist. However, even though Devin had stumbled across all sorts of weird stuff on the internet, he had yet to see much of the opposite sex "in the flesh", with the notable exception of his sister Sally, and to a lesser extent their mom.
Having fully given up on her brother, even annoyed that he still cared so little now that stuff was happening, Sally breathed heavily against the glass watching her parents embrace below. What she couldn't quite see was that Ryan was squeezing and playing with his wife's tits while he made out with her. Ava tried to scold him for going "under her shirt" but he broke down her objections rather quickly by steadily thumbing her nipples. She had no objections to that. Once he was satisfied that she was onboard, he pulled back and shoved two fingers into her mouth, ordering her to suck them.
Sally felt a chill run through her. There was something so innocent and yet exceptionally naughty about sucking someone's fingers and it resonated with her immediately. As she watched, she slowly brought her own fingers to her mouth and slipped one of her digits past her lips. Just sucking the tip at first, she worked up to what daddy was doing and moved two of her fingers in and out of her mouth, licking, sucking, rolling around each of her digits with her tongue. In her own way, Sally was joining in on her parents' fun.
That could have been as far as it went if Ryan had more self control. And any other day he might have. All the groping and teasing would have led to a playful shove and a slap on the ass and that would be it, and he and Ava would head inside. But it hadn't been an especially normal day. Not with the imagery in Ryan's head of his clueless wife and flighty daughter strutting and posing with their tits and pussy out, let alone handling his little girl's naked body while she squirmed against him and peppered him with kisses, then trying to pretend dinner was perfectly normal with Sally and Ava both sitting there with hardly anything on. He had taken in every second of it and was already diving off that cliff. Frankly, he had been lucky to hold out so long.
Ryan abruptly crouched down and tugged Ava's bottoms past her knees. When he stood, he really took charge and backed her up against the table before planting a passionate kiss. A moment later he took half a step to one side and brought the fingers that had been sliding in and out of her mouth to the entrance of her pussy. Ava willingly parted her legs and planted her hands on the table behind her, opening up her body as Ryan penetrated her, all while they continued to make out.
Sally's mouth dropped open. This was it! This was the sort of thing she had been waiting for. Drool quickly began to dribble down her fingers, her digits resting on her tongue as she watched with amazement. When her spit made it to her palm she broke out of her trance and pulled her hand away, inspecting it. Then, following daddy's example, she haltingly tucked her arm underneath her and brought her saliva slickened fingers to her young pussy. She let out a deep breath she had been holding and began to spread her spit over her vulva. Then she drew in another, bracing herself as her fingers quickened.
There was no question that Devin's next glance was a fruitful one. His sister's knees looked to be spread wider than before and the petals of her flower were suddenly soppingly slick as she worked her fingers along them. He turned around in his chair, gobsmacked. His sister had been so innocent and hapless and outright daft about her sexuality up until now that it was hard to believe that little Sally was openly touching herself in his room while playing the part of peeping tom. Once again, he wasn't complaining.
"What are you even doing?" asked Devin, downright baffled.
Sally didn't take kindly to her brother still questioning her. She had worked hard to get this far. But she thought she was being more discreet with her busy fingers than was the case and assumed he was still referring to her creeping on their parents. "Shut up. I know it's weird, but... I dunno."
"Do you not know? Really?"
Sally huffed and finally glared over her shoulder. "Look, either get over here and join me or leave me alone!"
With that, Sally turned back to the show, continuing as she had been as if her brother wasn't even there. Devin was once again astounded by his sister. Had she just offered what he thought she had? Sure seemed that way. It's definitely what his stiffy heard. Shaking his head, simultaneously eager and yet so disappointed with himself, Devin pulled his erection out of his pants, walked over to his sister, and kneeled down beside her. Sally, still mad at her brother, didn't even glance at him. She just continued to stare downward, hoping he wouldn't pester her so much now that he was watching too.
While they had bickered, Ava had laid down on the table. Ryan was beside her, two fingers in her pussy and two more in her mouth, smoothly pistoning both in and out of her while Ava rubbed her tits, her eyes looking glassy. Sally did not think long before trying to copy them, taking her other hand off the window sill so that all of her fingers could be busy like Daddy's. But she nearly headbutted the window when she found herself off balance. She caught herself just as she felt tipsy, but realized that idea wasn't going to work the way she was positioned.
The problem Sally faced in that moment was that she was suddenly much more self conscious of herself now that her brother was right next to her. She didn't want to change her posture or bring any undue attention to herself, lest her brother notice what she was doing to herself. So, as surreptitiously as possible, she pulled her hand away from her crotch, angled her face away from her brother, and sucked off her fingers while studying her mom's strained grimace of pleasure. She then went right back to her slit with a soft sigh of relief, inaccurately copying her dad's forceful technique. She looked briefly at her brother only then, trying to make sure she had not been caught. That's when she noticed that his dick was out. He was rapidly pumping his hand over his... thing while staring out the window!
"What are you doing?" asked an incredulous Sally, throwing his previous question back at him.
"Joining you. What's it look like?"
The siblings locked eyes then. Sally wasn't sure what to say while Devin was worried he had misunderstood her. Although Sally heard that everyone touches themselves, she had found such a claim difficult to believe. But there was no question that her brother was now touching himself, quite vigorously in fact. The confused and horny girl judged her brother harshly for that, while also lying to herself that she wasn't trying to masturbate at that moment, she had merely gotten wrapped up in watching her parents. Subconsciously she wanted to experience what was going on out there so that she could better understand it all, but consciously she wasn't even aware that her brother knew better than she did as to what she was really doing! Suffice to say, she was overwhelmed.
Although both were humiliated after "catching" each other, once her brother restarted his rubbing - with some nervous glances down Sally's body - she continued as well. There was more than enough shame to go around, but there was still a show to watch, and it was only getting better.
During the kids' latest spat, Daddy had pulled out his dick and used it to replace his fingers in mommy's mouth. This bold escalation was the main thing that helped keep his kids engaged with the show. In a vacuum it might have been too much for them, witnessing daddy do such a filthy thing to mommy. But in this case the sight of their dad's cock had weirdly split the tension and uneasiness between the masturbating siblings and gave the upstairs gallery something new to focus on. Ava was focused on it too, bobbing her head to the side with surprising dexterity to better suck off Ryan while she was getting fingered.
As daddy gripped the back of mommy's head and forced his cock deeper, Sally quietly gasped. Devin assumed she was just getting turned on - which she was - but Sally was also having a flashback to some of the sounds she had heard through her parents' bedroom door. She had at that moment made the startling connection between a few of those disassociated noises and the lurid scene she was now observing.
But Ava didn't suck for long. Ryan stepped out of his pants then maneuvered his wife atop the table. After roughly ripping Ava's pants off of her ankles, he positioned himself between her legs. Sally watched her daddy's long veiny member force itself inside of her mother and she, in turn, plunged her fingers inside of her pussy. She nearly frightened herself by doing so. She was merely trying to follow along. But feeling something slip inside her as she watched a real penis enter a real vagina made her heart skip a beat. It felt pretty good, but it didn't seem right. To think that a cock just like this one was actually designed t-
"Quit looking at me."
Sally brought her eyes up to her brother. She hadn't realized she was doing it, but she had been caught leering at her brother's cock, watching him stroke himself. What was she doing? Trying to compare Devin and dad? That seemed even worse. She redirected her gaze out the window and tried to downplay it. "You- you're right next to me."
"Yeah, but just don't look."
"That's all we're doing," Sally stated, as if defending herself against her own thoughts.
"Yeah, well unlike you, I don't want my sister to see my junk."
"Well I don't want you to see mine!" she argued, turning away from him slightly.
"Yeah right. You want the whole world to see your twat."
A tingle ran down her spine at the thought. "Nooo! I don't want that either!"
"You were just out there totally naked."
The two of them looked down again. One of mommy's hands was on her mouth, the other gripping the edge of the patio table, while daddy squeezed her waist and bucked into her with a powerful force. That Ava was now dressed the exact same as her daughter, wearing nothing but an obscene crop top that couldn't even cover her tits, was something not lost on young Sally.
"That... was daddy's idea," Sally insisted, blushing harder than ever. She couldn't believe she was having this conversation with her brother with her fingers inside her and him stroking his dick while their parents had sex. Even though it was (more or less) exactly what Sally had wanted, it was all beyond surreal.
And then the doorbell rang.
The siblings froze and stared at each other. It felt like they were about to get in trouble, but everything went on as normal for a time, their parents madly screwing outside, which at least suggested they couldn't hear that they had a visitor.
"You answer it," said Sally. Devin turned back to the window, notably looking away from his sister before stroking himself again.
"I'm not going."
"Why not?"
"Cause I'm not."
"What if it's important?"
"Can't be that important."
The doorbell promptly rang several times in a row as if trying to prove him wrong.
"Well it sounds like it! Devin! Go see who it is!"
"No way. I'm not leaving."
"Then at least come with me!"
"Yeah, I'm trying..."
"Devin!" Sally glared long and hard at her brother, then scowled angrily when he not only refused to look at her but actively ignored her while stubbornly beating off to the real life porn scene outside. With no help to be found from him, Sally stood indignantly and stomped out of the room.
"I can't believe you won't even see who it is! That's so disrespectful! Someone could be in trouble! And you will be when I tell mom you wouldn't answer the door!"
Sally ranted all the way down the stairs and right up to the entry way, already having forgotten her utterly poor state of dress. She swung it open, still fuming, and cried, "What?!"
"Well! Hello there, Sally!" chuckled one of the neighbors, Mr Vaugn, his jaunty gaze swiftly moving downward. When he finally looked up from the naked gangly young tween before him and saw the irritated expression on her face he tempered his amused astonishment considerably. "Oh, I'm sorry, Sally. Don't mean to intrude! You see, my wife sent me over here to, uh... nevermind. I suppose you're in the middle of something."
Sally wasn't about to own up to anything she had just been doing, so she was very quick to reply, "No! I wasn't doing anything. What was it that you needed, Mr. Vaugn?"
"Oh! How about that! Well did you know that, um, how do I put this... Are your parents home, Sally?"
"Yeah. They're busy," she offered with a tinge of panic.
"You don't happen to know what they're doing, do you?"
Sally thought about that one. Did he know something she didn't? Were her parents late for something? She wasn't sure what Mr. Vaugn was getting at, but she figured that if she claimed to know anything then she might also have to come up with a lie to cover for her parents.
"...nooo," she warily replied.
"I see. Well... that's fine, I suppose!"
John Vaugn nervously smiled, but it was warm and sincere all the same and Sally uncomfortably returned it. He and his wife had just seen an eyeful of the Sorensons from their kitchen window so he didn't want Sally to go looking for her parents if she didn't already know what was taking place outside. It stretched belief to think she didn't, especially given the curious state of undress she was in, but John was willing to give the spry little thing the benefit of the doubt. He had no desire to be on her front step, at least before Sally had opened the door.
His wife was the one who had insisted he head over to the Sorenson household. Something about trying to gracefully inform Ryan and Ava, who they regarded as lovely young parents, just how visible they were on their back patio. But he wasn't sure how he was supposed to do that. John wasn't about to barge in on two people in the middle of intercourse. He would've much preferred to keep an eye on them from his kitchen, just to make sure they were alright, but instead here he was getting an entirely different eyeful courtesy of young Miss Sorenson.
"You're so tall now, Sally!" John boomed, launching into small talk. He figured that was the least he could do for her, to try to keep her occupied and away from the yard, which had nothing to do with extending his visit with an apparently blissfully unaware Sally, raw and in the buff, as he looked over the petite and elegant features of her youthful figure. "What grade are you in?"
"Fourth."
"That's wonderful! Growing up so fast! Are you still taking gymnastics?"
Sally groaned inside but tried to be polite. She leaned her shoulder against the door jam and lifted one leg, rubbing the sole of her foot against the opposite calf as she began to inspect her fingernails, a posture that screamed "I'm bored, please stop talking" as she waited for Mr. Vaugn to get to the point. "No, not for a few years. I got bored of it."
"Really! You'd never be able to tell! Swimming then?"
"Well I like swimming, yeah."
"And why wouldn't you! A fine figure like yours would cut right through the water! You know, there's a great summer program down in..."
This went on for some time, Mr. Vaugn trying to stall and Sally getting antsy. At a certain point John felt that Sally must have answered the door stark naked on purpose. Despite how fidgety and anxious she grew the longer she stood there with him, she still had no inclination to close the door and go back inside. Perhaps this was a silly bet that she lost or.. laundry day? He couldn't figure it out. Little did he know just how much Sally wanted to leave to get back to her peep show. However, her parents always told her to be nice to the neighbors, especially the older ones, because you never know when a good neighbor could turn into an arch enemy. And Sally was being as kind as she could muster, entertaining Mr. Vaugn for far longer than she should have. Even so, she could only take small talk for so long.
"Did you need anything?," she asked, interrupting something about a cake eating contest. "You did kind of interrupt something, so..."
John was mighty interested to hear what that might be. "You don't say! Could you, uh, elaborate on that?"
Sally shrugged, already exhausted by the conversation. "Um... it was nothing I guess. Just me and my brother."
"Oh. You were... just with your brother?"
"Mhmm. In his bedroom. Just, um... watching something together."
"Do you watch a lot of things with your brother like that?" Mr. Vaugn gestured at Sally, finally trying to bring attention to her nudity, but she didn't catch it and merely shrugged again.
"Yeah...? We do all sorts of things. More than I thought we'd do," Sally added with a grin. "It's funny, actually... we basically do everything together now!" A soft giggle punctuated her sentence but her neighbor wasn't sure what to make of it.
"That's... nice. He sounds like... a fine brother."
"Yeah, most of the time," Sally admitted before she started rambling. "Sometimes he's a jerk and he just hides in his room all day, but other times he's not. Like one day he'll be broody and mean and a different day he'll be super nice! Isn't that weird? Like, I can be real forgetful, but this whole week he's helped make sure I take off all my clothes as soon as I get ho-..." Sally couldn't keep herself from oversharing, realizing how weird it sounded after she had said it. The look of panic on her face really gave it away, but she still tried to repair the damage. "...as s-soon as I'm done my bath!"
"Is that right? You must mean before your bath?"
"Yeah! Dorp! Haha! Whoopsy!" Sally laughed through her slip, hoping that Mr. Vaugn hadn't caught on to anything. "Anyway, I really have to go now. Devin is upstairs, waiting for me. Well, he's probably not waiting, y'know? Like he doesn't need me there t-... er... um... thanks for stopping by!"
She shut the door before Mr Vaugn could ask any more questions. After breathing a huge sigh of relief, and shaking her head over how peculiar the neighbor was today, Sally rushed back upstairs. But when she got to Devin's room she found her brother in front of his closet zipping up his pants. She also happened to notice that her clothes were no longer at his computer, but that was the least of her concern.
"What's going on? What happened?"
"It's over."
"What do you mean it's over?!"
"It's all over. They're done."
Sally raced to the window. Mom was struggling to push herself up off the table and Daddy was nowhere to be seen. Then Sally heard the back door closing. She bolted from Devin's room and clamored down the stairs. She found Daddy in the kitchen, having just dropped the rest of the dishes on the counter. In his one hand was a small bundle of clothes, both his and mommy's, and upon seeing Sally he repositioned them to cover his still semi-erect cock.
"HEY there pumpkin! Wasn't dinner great! I'm going to go shower!"
"Why aren't you with Mom?!" Sally exclaimed, sounding more panicked than she meant to.
"Uh, well, you know... she's coming. Still, I think," daddy shared with a smirk. "If you're looking for her... just give her a minute."
It seemed weird to Sally that daddy would leave mom out there without pants, not to mention leaving mommy period. It was almost as if he wanted her to be sprawled out naked and freshly fucked in the back yard. After receiving a light pat on the head, Sally watched her bare assed father walk past her, whistling as he made his way up the stairs. A scant moment later Ava came in from outside wearing her now identically matching outfit to her daughter, who she was surprised to see standing there.
"Oh! Sally!" panted Ava, holding onto the door frame and still catching her breath, her boobs swaying with each of her labored movements. "You startled me! What are you doing here?"
"Nothing. I was just upstairs. And then Mr-"
"Oh good," Ava replied with a dreamy look on her face, scanning the room. "Where's your daddy gone?"
"Upstairs to shower."
"Mmm. Okay. Thanks Sally. You're a good girl." Ava smiled and drew her fingers across her pelvis. Sally gazed directly at her mom's furry vayjay then looked away in shock as flashbacks of her father's beefy cock splitting it open crashed through her mind. Ava stepped forward on wobbly legs and gave Sally a side hug, their warm bodies connecting briefly, Sally breathing in a musky mix of sweat and cum and Ava stroking her daughter's hair. "Can you look at the dishes? I'm gonna lay down for a bit."
And with that Sally was left there, standing in the kitchen all by herself, naked, horny, and disappointed. She turned her head from the window to the stairs over and over. Eventually she took off her micro crop top and threw it to the floor.
"Argh! But... but...! Shoot! Damn...!" she cursed at no one. "They were doing it! It's not fair! Stupid Mr. Vaugn! What did he even want?! Why couldn't Devin answer the door!"
Sally paced around the kitchen as she ranted to herself but her anger quickly peaked and subsided. She ignored her mom's request to deal with the dishes and followed her parents upstairs, wanting to go to her room. She did still put her ear right up to her parents door just in case, only to hear... nothing. She couldn't hear a thing.
The frustrated girl wasn't sure whether to mope or cry or throw a fit. She could hardly believe that between arguing with her brother and dealing with the neighbor that she had managed to miss the most important part of the plan she put together. That only meant one thing... she would somehow have to do it all over again!