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Archive-name: Family/fam-room.txt

Archive-author: Mark E. Dassad

Archive-title: Family Room, The





New story, old topic, these latest ones are for my sixth grade gym

teacher who liked the attention from all thos 11 year old girls, the

perv 8) Fun things to fantasize, not an endorsement, and all that.



this means:

Incest, Father Daughter, exhibitionism, definitely consenting, and not

only that, proof-read and subject to a few re-writes.



In case you're not interested a thoughtful "^L":



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    dawg and violated if you violate this. Okay you can fix typos,

    but only if you send me corrections.





			   The Family Room



Curled next to him on the couch reading some new novel, a teen romance

from the school library.  Her appetite for them seems insatiable to

him as he peers sidelong at her over the top of his reading glasses,

pretending to read the paper as he stares possessively at her long

tanned legs, so smooth and brown, stretching sideways away from his

body, out from under one of his t-shirts that she has adopted as a

nightgown; he smiles as he watches her, lost in her book, twirling one

long brown strand of hair around the end of her finger, brushing the

soft ends across her mouth, her shoulder resting soft and warm against

his elbow his penis longs to feel more of her young body snuggled

against him, it is still so eager to explore the blossoming fruit of

her loins, so recently unfolding before it's very eye...



The brother is lying face down on the floor at their feet, absorbed in

some television program involving lots of grinding metal and squealing

tires and machine gun fire, a reward for finishing his homework and

helping clean up after dinner. The little sister has been packed off to

bed an hour ago, already asleep.  



He enjoys these times with the children, he has grown accustomed to

the empty spot in his bed since _She_ left them, a long time ago now,

he thinks, almost a year.  And the girl, the delightful creature so

warm and soft, so close... she has become a welcome comfort...



He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really,

he wants the girl's attention, and she does not disappoint, she turns

her head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across her lip

he smiles down at her and rests the paper in his lap to pet her soft

silky locks, running his arm down the side of her body, her exposed

skin cool to his touch she snuggles against him closing her book,

tossing it lightly onto the brother's back.



"Hey!"  the brother does not turn to look at the two figures on the

couch, merely twists, irritated, shrugging the book onto the floor,

shouts at the TV as the bad guys apparently are gaining the

advantage...



She smiles up at him again, a smirking, mischievous grin, giggles

softly, snakes a delicate hand under the newspaper.  He moans softly

as his penis swells expectantly, hugs her closer to him, sliding his

hand down the smooth cool length of her hip, stroking possessively

running his rough worn hand down the side of her firm young calf,

marvelling at the feminine combination of strength and delicateness;

she reaches her other hand into the space between his back and the

couch, and he moans softly -- she giggles wickedly and slips her hand

lower, down into the back of his sweatpants, tickling his buttocks,

wiggling a slender finger into the crack of his ass, stroking the hair

between his cheeks, somehow always freshly amazed at how hairy he is.



Unable to suppress a grunt of pleasure he is thankful the television

is so loud, the boy so engrossed...  He would have to admit he enjoys

this wicked game they have played almost nightly since finally

consummating their forbidden lust, pushing each other to gasp and

betray their sexual arousal in front of one or the other of her

younger siblings...  He strokes his hand up the back of her legs,

pushing up the back of her t-shirt -- his day-old t-shirt; she has

been swiping them from his laundry, she says they smell of their

passion and remind her of him when she is alone in bed after his

visits...



Her buttocks are fully exposed to the lewd attention of his roaming

hand, should little brother happen to turn around from his program,

but he watches even the commercials, and it is her turn to gasp as his

strong warm hand cups her left cheek she nestles half-prone, snuggling

comfortably against his side; he barely manages to suppress a childish

giggle as she sticks her tongue out at him, whispering ribald

suggestions as his thick fingers push down between her buttocks,

groping forward to brush at the downy fuzz sprouting on her plump

young pussy.



She increases the intensity of her own groping under cover of

newspaper, slipping her hand into the privacy of his pants boldly

grasping the stiff hard flesh sprouting from his hairy bush; they are

now whispering and giggling, grunting and pawing at each other's

genitals; writhing in the beginnings of a bold passion he has turned

to face her, the newspaper cast to the carpet his monstrous erection

making a tent of the front of his sweats she has crawled into his lap

and is rotating her pussy around the head of his prick, exulting in

the feel of rubbery hard flesh pressing soft fleece against her

throbbing clit, the fat head of his penis pushing hungrily, eagerly,

at the opening of her young cunt she is staining the soft fabric with

her slippery wet juices pre-cum oozing from the eye of his prick

soaking through from the other side she sucks hungrily at his mouth,

pulling at his lower lip the stiff bristles of his moustache tickling

her nose, moving upward to slip her tongue along the roof of his

mouth, he thrusts his own tongue wetly back back against hers, licking

and sucking at her face their tongues intertwine their hands roam

frantically he gropes the front of her body through flimsy cotton

jersey, plucking and grasping at the barely noticeable swelling around

her plump nipples, she yanks up his t-shirt to run her fingers through

the dense gray hair covering his firm chest, basking in his utter

*maleness*, revelling in his *adulthood*...



He reaches behind her buttocks, pulling up the shirt that has slipped

down around her hips to cover her nakedness, brushes a thick rough

finger gently against the tight little sphincter of her anus and she

moans softly, lifting herself up on her knees, straddling his lap,

reaching down between their undulating bodies their mouths still

interlocked she pulls at the front of his sweatpants --- his cock

springs free and before he is aware of what is happening she has

mounted him --



He moans, loudly, grunting feverishly as he feels her impossibly tight

young pussy sliding hotly down onto his thick shaft working her strong

muscle her vagina grips him tightly, pulling and stroking him

continuously as she slides down onto him he groans, a jolt of pure

electric pleasure travelling up and down the length of his cock as the

head of his penis presses against the opening to her young womb, her

smooth cool buttocks slapping against the hot hairy top of his

thighs...





Suddenly, awkwardly aware of his sounds of animal pleasure echoing

around the quiet room.





They turn toward the blank gray television set, gaze uncomfortably at

the boy who is seated cross-legged in the middle of the floor staring

wide-eyed at the couch where his sister is straddling his father's lap

her hands on his shoulders, the t-shirt around her hips not quite

hiding the sight of the fat cock planted firmly in her cunt, spreading

wide her pussy lips



The girl stares intently at her little brother, licking her lips

wickedly, staring fixedly at the noticeable hard-on poking at the

front of little brother's pajama bottoms.  She giggles fiendishly at

him, he is only a year beneath her in school, but to her he is the

little brat, and slowly, sensuously, still staring at her brother, she

raises her hips, her father's cockhead sliding away from the entrance

to her womb she begins to ride the prick embedded in her twat -- the

father has closed his eyes, unable to resist the pleasure of his

daughter's body and the two laugh wildly, uncontrollably, he lifts his

hips up off the couch to stab up into her young body as she lowers her

hips towards his arching prick --



The boy sits transfixed, watching for a long moment as the two bodies

meet in mid-air, undulating in an accelerating, animalistic fucking

frenzy.  His small young cock is straining against the fly of his thin

cotton pajamas and he races from the room red-faced, angry at being

laughed at, confused at the sensations the sight of their copulating

has aroused in his own body...



The girl turns her attention back to the man whose cock she is sitting

on, and she begins to ride her father hard, sliding up and down along

the length of teh meat that is lustily prying open the intimate

delights her young loins encompass -- her leg muscles are young and

strong and she bobs the lower half of her body in a furious rhythm,

meeting her father's upward thrusts in a violent mid-air collision.



She cannot help but cry out as waves of pleasure rise in her groin

from the pressure on her clit the pleasure building deep inside her

belly where the head of his prick is causing cascading waves of

ecstasy she twists her hips, finding that special spot for his

cock-head to probe her passion grows in fury her cries resemble the

wild noise of a rutting beast he is moaning nearly as loudly, grunting

wildly as with each successive traversal of the penis in her vagina

she works her interior muscles, milking and stroking the hard muscle

that he is pounding wetly between her legs



The father is lost in his own pleasure, clutching his daughter tightly

against his chest, longing to feel her smooth nakedness against him

there is no stopping this thing they have started there is no energy

left to dis-robe her there is no part of his brain not overcome with

raw pleasure he cannot contemplate the consequences of their blatant

exhibitionism he can only thrust up into his beautiful young daughter,

harder and more lustfully as she works his cock with her pussy

muscles, their cries of lusty pleasure have become one voice and he

can only thrust violently upward, spearing into her, his single goal

in life to spew his seed up into her delicious, tight young cunt,

exult in the sensation of the downy softness of her pretty pink mound

as it sliding along his hairy belly in their reckless union.



Moaning, gasping, sweaty and exhausted, hoarse from their loud

declarations of their passion, he believes he feels her pussy spasm

against the surging pistoning length of his cock clutching at his

shaft in violent orgasm he is too caught up in the pleasure coursing

the length of his penis as he humps upward to be much aware of what

she is experiencing... by the grin spreading across her face he is

quite certain though that she enjoys it as much as he and he pumps his

hips up off the couch his cock swelling, filling her completely

spreading her to near-splitting his balls jerk and dance in their sack

as their jism rumbles franticly surgin the length of his shaft spewing

out the tip of his prick sloshing wetly against the entrance of her

immature womb dribbling out around his softening prick... 



he humps more slowly, more gently, still hugging her against him as

their bodies at last come to rest, exhausted, a tangled heap of sweat

and body fluid lying crookedly exhausted on the couch in the family

room.



They lie quietly together for a while, stroking each other in the warm

afterglow of passion, though it is getting late, and they will both

have to rise early, she to catch the bus that she and little brother

and sister ride to the elementary school where she is in the sixth

grade, he to make the long tiring commute to the City.



She rises slowly, his soft prick slipping from inside her, the t-shirt

falling down around her hips as she reluctantly pulls herself off of

his lap and away from the wet remains of their love-making, away from

the incredible memory of pleasure now only suggested by his soft limp

prick lying exposed between his legs, his sweatpants around his hips.



"I guess I better go to bed."



She glances sadly at him as he reclines, exhausted, leaning

contentedly back in the couch.



"There's room for you in my bed... if you want."



Her brilliant smile lights his heart as he watches her skip off to the

master bedroom down the hall.



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