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                                  FAMHAREM.002

                  REPOST Jeff's Family Harem 2/9 (incest, nc)

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                      Copyright 1992   All rights reserved
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                              JEFF'S FAMILY HAREM

         This is the story about how Jeff's beautiful mother and bratty
       sister become his willing sex toys, and how he comes to completely
                                 control them.

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                                    Part Two

    Jeff watched in the mirror as she bent over her bureau and searched in her
underwear drawer. He sighed as her ass cheeks and pussy were displayed for his
inspection. Then she straightened a pair of panties, or rather, the female
version of jockey shorts in her hand.

   They were bright red, with a white elastic on top. Oh, it was one of the
string bikinis. She looked so fucking fantastic, he thought, as she drew them
up her legs and slid them tight around her crotch and ass.

   She pulled on a matching halter top, then sat down on the rug. His breathing
quickened: She was going to exercise!

   He watched avidly as she began doing sit ups, then turned onto her stomach
to do some pushups. She got up then and moved to the TV, turning on the VCR to
some Aerobics junk. He was in seventh heaven as she began bouncing and moving
to the music.

   Then she moved a few feet over and disappeared from view. He cursed
silently, hoping she'd move back. His view of her room wasn't as total as he'd
like. Her bed blocked out fully half the room, and of course, he couldn't see
what went on in her bed from this angle.

   He glared at the mirror, thinking of some way to solve this problem. He'd
long considered drilling a hole in the wall that separated their rooms, but
couldn't figure how to conceal it.

   His eyes flicked upward to the ceiling. Maybe if he drilled a small one
through from the attic, she wouldn't notice it. Nobody ever looked up at the
roof anyway. If it was clean and neat, maybe in a corner. He'd have to look
into that.

    He parked the car in his normal spot, waving to a couple of guys passing
by. As quarterback, not to mention, a senior, he had certain privileges, one of
which was to park his car in a reserved space every day.

   He went in through the gym entrance, and made his way down to the locker
room.

   "Hey man." Mark grinned.

   "Hi."

   "How ya doin'?" John called.

   "Okay."

   "How you and that little sophomore do the other night?" he asked Mark. Mark
grinned, and leered at him.

   "Tasty little morsel, man. You got to get a piece of that."

   "Yeah, well, I'm after Meghan Donnely."

   "That the one with the humongous knockers?" He nodded.

   "You shoulda stayed with Susan. How can you beat regular pussy every night?"

   "I got bored with her."

   "Fuck me. He got bored." John said in disgust.

   "You fuck her." Jeff offered.

   "Anytime man."

   "Know who I'd like to do?" Phil Edumd asked, dumping his stuff on the floor
and opening his locker.

   "No Phil, who'd you like to do?" Mark taunted.

   "That Kelly girl, the new cheerleader."

   "Shit, she's a fuckin' frosh. She's probably about fourteen." Mark
complained.

   "She's got the best fuckin' body in school man." Phil replied.

   "No way."

   "Uh huh."

   "Donna Zachary's got the best bod." John said.

   "She's okay."

   "Know who's got a great little bod?" Steve said, sidling up to them. Mark,
and Phil looked up at him.

   "Your sister man. Paige." he smirked at Jeff. The others diplomatically
didn't comment on that. Jeff looked up in irritation. Hunter was always trying
to get a rise out of him.

   "Fuck you man."

   "No really. She's a nine easily, maybe more."

   All of them analyzed the words carefully. According to the unwritten, but
well known code, a guy would always put down his sister, especially a little
sister, but nobody else could. On the other hand, there were certain things
that couldn't be said in praise of a sister, by anyone.

   Hunter hadn't said anything that was really out of line. He hadn't used the
kind of descriptions that could be taken as hostile, yet. Sisters, even if you
considered them pains in the ass, as Jeff did Paige, had to be defended from
crude language, or else the brother risked being branded a wimp.

   "She's got great hair, and a cute little face." Hunter continued, using up
the only real bodily descriptions that didn't demand physical retaliation.

   "She's smart too."

   "She's a dumb little bitch." Jeff scowled.

   "And she's got these nice, firm, round little titties." Hunter leered.
Jeff's face went flat and he moved toward Hunter.

   "Whoa, whoa! All right you guys hold it!" Mark interposed himself between
them.

   "You looking to die Hunter?" Jeff glared.

   "Hey, what'd I say?" he shrugged.

   "Get the fuck out of here Hunter, before we make you eat your own
jockstrap." John barked. Jeff was trying to get around Mark, who kept shoving
him back like the blocker he was.

   "Not in here man, get him later. You fight in here, Coach will have to
suspend you for a game." Phil hissed. Hunter sauntered away, rounding the
corner of the lockers.

   "What's with that little asshole?" He flared.

   "I don't know. He's Pissed off at something."

   "He's gonna be pissed off with a broken jaw the next time he opens his lip
to me."

    Allyson slid the panties down her legs and then kicked them off. She stood
before the mirror naked, evaluating her figure. Not bad, she thought. It hardly
looked like the body of a woman with two teenage kids.

   She turned sideways to see herself in profile. Her breasts stuck out
straight and proud on her chest, not sagging at all. She stood straight,
pushing her chest out and running her hand down her chest and over her flat
belly.

   No, not bad at all. Almost unconsciously, her hand strayed lower, sliding
down across her abdomen, and into the thin line of pubic hair at her crotch.
God, it had been so long since she'd had a man, she sighed.

   It wasn't like she didn't have offers aplenty. She had come to fear her own
weakness around men though, to fear the way she let them dominate her life
completely. She hadn't accepted many dates in the last few years, afraid of
being used, and thrown aside again, as she'd been several times since Max's
death.

   Her hand slid lower, sliding between her legs and under her pubic mound. She
cupped the soft, pliable material, pressing her fingers upward, and
experiencing the sudden warm burst of sexual heat that swept through her as she
did.

   That was part of it, she knew. When it came to sex, she was easily used. She
gave in to whatever men wanted, just to experience that hot, glowing burst of
sensations from between her legs. Some of the things she'd allowed them to do
could still make her blush when she thought about them.

   She'd allowed herself to be drawn into one relationship that had gotten
heavily into bondage and masochism, not really enjoying much of that, but
unwilling to fight against it.

   You're just weak willed, she sighed. She went over to the bed and sat on the
edge, then lay back, her legs apart.

   Her hand slid down between her legs again, her fingers sliding up and down
her slit, feeling the warmth there. She could sense her body responding, feel
the fluttering in her belly as her passions ignited.

   She found her clit, and began rubbing it with her finger. She pulled her
hand upward, slid the digit into her mouth, wetting it with her saliva. She
eased it back against her clit, sliding it back and forth across the little
hard bud.

   She groaned audibly as the fluttering in her lower belly turned into hard,
hot churning violence. Her hips bucked upward in response.

   Her other hand slid up and down her belly, then moved upward to her breasts,
sliding around and around her right nipple before seizing it between wet
fingers and rubbing it back and forth.

   Her breathing quickened and she felt the wetness begin to leak out of her
slit, moistening the fingers working over it. Her ass ground into the bed, and
her legs splayed far apart as she straightened two fingers and slid them deep
into her hole.

   She whined, feeling the heat building higher and higher inside her. Her clit
was buzzing and burning as she pumped the fingers in and out of her slit,
rubbing her thumb back and forth across the clitty as she did.

   She arched her back, shoving her fingers hard into her pussy, and digging
her thumb against the clit. She seized as much of her breast meat as she could
in her other hand and squeezed, feeling hot, electric tension multiply inside
her as she did so, feeling her warm, soft flesh oozing out between and around
her small fingers.

   She added a third finger to her slit, stabbing them in and out quickly now
as her passion mounted. Her thumb dug deeply into her flesh as it rasped across
her clitty. She kneaded, and squeezed her breast meat, mashing the spongy
material, driving her whole body into a frenzy of lust.

   Then her back arched once more, her chest going higher, her legs spreading
wider. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her mouth opened in a soundless cry
of exultation. She came furiously, her vision spinning, blurring, her body
jerking, and shuddering beneath the onslaught of orgiastic sensations.

   Then she collapsed flat on the bed, her hands still, three fingers still
buried in her twat. Her mind slowly calmed down, as her body cooled. Her
breathing slowed, returned to normal. Her fingers pulled loose of her slit, her
hand and arms dropping flat on the bed, straight out to either side of her
weary body.

    Jeff continued to squeeze the last of his sperm out the little hole at the
tip of his cock. His body was still shivering with excitement as he watched his
Mom's now unmoving form on the bed.

   It was the most... the absolute best... His body trembled again, and he
squeezed his softening prong.

   He was in her closet, pressed against a crack between the door and the
frame, not three feet behind her. He hadn't intended to see this, though he'd
dreamed about it. He was simply looking through her closet when he'd heard her
come down the hall. He'd jumped in and closed the door to avoid getting caught
and having to think up excuses.

   He hadn't believed his luck when she'd stripped and started looking at
herself in the mirror. When she'd started playing with herself, he'd thought
he'd been dreaming. His prick had bloated out instantly, and he'd come against
the wall twice now.

   He'd never thought of his Mom as having sexual thoughts. That was stupid, he
now realized. She was still young, why shouldn't he. He'd thought about her as
a kind of chaste little innocent. Now he wondered what else she did without him
knowing. Did she meet men in bars and go home with them for the evening?

   No. He shook his head. That was stupid. She was here every evening and every
night. If she was having affairs, it was in the daytime. He didn't think so
though.

   His stupid fantasies about her took on new light to him with the realization
that she like, craved sex, just as he did. If she wasn't getting any, maybe...
maybe...

    He began to be more and more affected by her now. Several times, he'd
gotten a hard-on right near her, just by looking at her. He thought about that
body all the time. He couldn't escape it, couldn't think of anything else but
the need to possess her.

   Two nights later, he was parked over on pierpoint road with Meghan Donnely.
His left hand was up under her sweater, squeezing bare tit as they kissed
heavily. His passions were boiling and bubbling.

   It wasn't just the feel of Meghan's soft skin against his hand that excited
him. He was thinking about getting his Mom here, about doing this to her, about
her moaning and sighing like Meghan was.

   His erection was a hot, hard spear between his legs. It was shoving against
his jeans with enough force to tear the fabric. He unsnapped them, then lowered
the zipper.

   His hand seized Meghan's, pulled it easily across to his lap and pushed it
down his pants onto his hard, throbbing meat. She'd gasped in surprise when
she'd felt it, and tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let her, pushing her
hand down deeper, until she'd reluctantly closed her fingers around the hot
prick and squeezed.

   That was all it took too. His cock exploded, throwing him back against the
seatback as his body shuddered and shook in climax.

   Meghan had been both repulsed and flattered that he'd gotten so hot on
account of her. It made her feel flattered and important. It also, of course,
made her hot.

   When he'd rolled onto her, pulled her sweater up over her chest and fastened
his mouth around her naked breast, she hadn't pushed him away. Her own passions
were heating up quickly in the dark steamy car. His hand slipped into her
pants, down over her abdomen to her pussy.

   Her normal instinct to slap it away was suborned by her emotional excitement
and sexual heat, as well as by the confusion in her mind caused by the strange
question: How can I not let him put his hand down my pants and feel me when
I've just had my hand down his pants and felt him? Ignored was the obvious;
that he'd forced her hand down his pants. She was too confused for that.

   His hand reached her groin, and that little hole at the center of her
crotch. His fingers pressed roughly into it, and rubbed hard across her clit. A
sudden stabbing shock of sexual heat burned through her belly all the way to
her spine.

   His big hand shoved down on her pants, pushing them lower as he stabbed his
tongue between her lips. His other hand was jerking on his own pants, trying to
get them lower. They groaned and rolled together in the cramped back seat.

   His cock sprang free and pushed against her naked belly. She felt it with
the shock of an electric wire, and her eyes stared down into the darkness,
trying to spy the hot hard organ.

   He got her pants over her ankle and jerked her left leg apart and up onto
the back of the seat. "W... wait!" she gasped. He crushed her into the seat as
he positioned his body firmly between her legs. His hand gripped his shaft,
positioning it at the center of her slit. "S... stop... Jeff... ungh... no."

   She wasn't ready for this. It was only her first date with him after all.
But there was no stopping him. He was in position, his cockhead rubbing against
her oily slit. He ignored her feeble attempts to push him off and shoved down
with his groin, driving his cockhead through her pussy lips and into her cunt.

   She gasped and writhed franticly for a couple of seconds, then stopped,
accepting the inevitable. His cock slid downward, moving further into her body
as she dropped her hands back onto the seat above her head and closed her eyes.

   Jeff jammed the last few inches of his fat cock down her silky smooth cunt
tunnel, burying himself fully in her warm depths. His hands were at her hair
and breasts, stroking and squeezing her titties as he drew her head up to his.

   His mouth locked tightly against hers and their tongues intertwined, sliding
and dancing together, first in her mouth, then back in his, then in hers once
more. His cock was buried in her, unmoving as he revelled in the soft heat of
her belly.

   Then he pumped slightly, jerking his body on the seat. She grunted in
response. He pulled upward, then sank back down. Seconds later he began
stroking in earnest, sliding his oversized fuck tool down her cunt chute with
steady, irresistible rhythm.

   His prick moved easily within her as his muscular ass rose and fell atop
her. His hands seized her sweater, folded under her arms, and pulled it up,
removing it entirely. She groaned, in heated confusion as he slipped her bra
straps off and she was stripped totally.

   Her legs closed around his back and her arms slid around his neck as she
latched her mouth against his and humped upward.

   Jeff pulled back, his arms around her waist dragging her with him until they
were both upright on the seat. Her legs and arms were still around him and her
breasts pushed into his shirt as she ground her crotch down on his cock.

   His hands squeezed and kneaded the soft skin of her buttocks, sliding over
the cheeks, and up and down the narrow valley between them.

   In his mind, his hands moved over the perfect rounded cheeks of his mother,
and the rounded breasts pressed against him were hers.

   Meghan began bouncing atop his lap, her cunt sliding up and down the length
of his stiff cock as he began rutting up into her with equal force. His prick
was pounding into her with almost painful force, drawing little groans and
cries from her soft lips.

   Her clitty was being rasped and crushed by his cock as their fucking speed
increased.

   Jeff dropped forward onto the seat again, all but squashing the girl beneath
him, jamming his prick balls deep in her fiery cunt pit. He grabbed her legs
from around his back, throwing them up on his shoulders and hammering his groin
into her crotch.

   His cock was a triphammer pistoning into the tightness of her moist crotch
hole. Her taut buttocks were bruised and battered by the force of his lunging,
fuckstrokes, beaten down by his powerfully muscled hips.

   Meghan gasped in dazed excitement. She was squashed, bent up and folded down
into the yielding seat. Her body smashed repeatedly by the heavy mass of his
powerful plunging body.

   Her cunt was like a hot, wet, sparkling electric outlet, shooting harsh
jagged bolts of sexual ecstasy deep into her belly. Scalding heat flooded
through her torso, submerging all of her senses as she began shivering and
quaking in the prelude to ultimate release.

   Her head throbbed, and her breath caught as that furious fucking tool
pounded down into her crotch, rutting, and churning in her abdomen, ripping up
and down her tight, elastic tunnel.

   Then she came, losing all sense of reality as her body spasmed and shuddered
in the grip of an all consuming orgasm. Her mind soared higher and higher, then
floated slowly down in satiated contentment.

   Jeff's prick continued to slam into her for long seconds, driving through
the spasming quaking depths of her insides until it too pulsed and exploded,
sending hot waves of sexual release through him. His balls sprayed semen down
his cock, shooting wads deep into her.

   He collapsed atop her, laying there as the both of them caught their breath.

    He had already dropped Meghan off at her house and was driving home. His
eyes gazed idly out the windows at the sidewalks as he drove down the quiet
street. There ahead was a hot looking brunette in a tiny miniskirt. His eyes
locked on her as he passed, then moved to the rear view mirror to admire her
front side.

   He turned onto Jefferson, spotted a group of kids ahead. Two were males,
which he completely ignored, two were female. His eyes focused on both as he
approached, drifted off the brunette wearing a loose skirt, and onto the blonde
wearing tight, tight, blue jeans.

   She had an incredible ass, tight, round, perfect cheeks hugged tightly by
the faded denim. She was wearing a matching jean jacket, her long hair
cascading over the collar and down her back.

   Just as he passed, one of the guys slid a hand around her waist, then down
onto her ass.  Lucky fucker, her grinned.  His eyes moved to the mirror, and a
shock ran through his system. The blonde was Paige. He stopped the sudden urge
to stomp on the brakes, continuing on for a block before pulling over.

   Who the fuck was that bastard with her? He watched the group as they
approached, recognizing the narrow face and long hair as that of Dave Connors,
a notorious pill popper from school. He had a couple of classes with Connors,
and thought he was a dumb fucking asshole.

   He waited till they were beside his car, and honked the horn, bending low to
look through the side window. Connors recognized him, jerking his hand away
from Paige's ass. Paige rolled her eyes skyward, then slouched over to the car.

   "Shouldn't you have been home about two hours ago?" he demanded.

   "What are you, my Mother?"

   "Get in the car."

   "Fuck off Jeff, I'm going home soon anyway." Connors was diplomatically
staying back away from the car. Jeff lowered his voice so only she could hear
it.

   "You get your little ass in the car or I'm gonna come out there and break
Connors hand off." Her eyes narrowed, and she glared at him angrily.

   "I'll do it." he warned.

   "You think you're so fucking tough." she hissed.

   "Uh huh." She turned to the others.

   "I gotta go." she snarled. She tore open the door and dropped into the seat,
glaring ahead as the car shot forward.

   "Fucking bully." she hissed.

   "Fucking slut." he replied.

   "Eat shit."

   "You want to tell me what you're doing with a fucking doper like Connors?"

   "None of your business!"

   "I don't want you hanging around with him. He's bad news."

   "I'll hang around with whoever I fucking want to."

   "No you won't." he grinned tightly.

   "Try and stop me."

   "Don't think I can? I can put the word out at school that anyone who goes
near you dies. How'd you like that?" She shook her head in anger.

   "You fucking jocks all think you're so tough!"

   "What do you want with that prick anyway? Are you doing drugs?"

   "No I'm not doing drugs." she snarled.

   "Are you fucking him?"

   "Fuck off."

   "Listen you little bitch. You might be able to pull your shit with Mom, but
you ain't going to with me!"

   "Oh yeah, right. Mr. Brilliant."

   "You're a spoiled little cunt. You know that?"

   "Oh just piss off." she humphed.
   
