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Darren's Ditch Day
by Michelle Mitchell

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Sister learns about incest in college Sociology class.
Then, in succession, stumbles upon (a) brother
masturbating to orgasm and (b) brother having sex with
their Mom. Then she gets to sample brother and is
inspired to try Dad! (FFM, inc)

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I couldn't believe that a class that usually bored me--
"Sociology Of Deviance"--was being anything but boring,
for once.

I sat in the lecture hall, as wet between my legs as
the rain was making it outside--the lecture subject was
incest, and the lecture handout was hotter than a
pistol! It included a personal account, a case history
involving a brother and sister. The sister's
involvement with her brother had begun with pretty much
the same thing I'd seen by accident that morning while
I was getting ready to leave for college.

My brother Darren's twenty-one, three years older than
me, and a senior at the aeronautical institute that's
part of the college we both go to here in Nashua, NH.
He wants to follow in our Dad's footsteps, flying for
the same major airline--and I'm in college to become a
psychiatric social worker like Mom. I'd decided to
borrow some bucks from him before I took off for
college; while I was dressing I heard him talking on the
phone in his room. Apparently, because of the weather,
his training flights had been cancelled. Since all of
his classes that day were training flights, he got to
"ditch" college for the day.

He hung up and for awhile I didn't hear anything--so I,
thinking he was dressed, walked through the bathroom we
shared and into his room. Boy, did I get a surprise!

Darren sat on the edge of his bed, buck naked, with his
eyes closed and his legs apart. His cock was in both
his fists--a thick, brown, veiny love muscle. The head
was shiny with pre-cum that oozed from the tip. My big,
cute, muscular brother was bopping his baloney, and
just as I walked in, his mouth dropped open and he
gasped.

The swollen, reddish-brown head throbbed and spat his
cum, five thick jets that splattered onto the floor in
front of him. And in less time than it takes to tell
it, he opened his eyes and saw his younger sister,
mouth open in surprise at seeing him cumming!

"Uh--uh, excuse me!" I blurted, backing out. I didn't
give him the time to be mad at me--I just took off
without my money!

The girl in the narrative in class had caught her
brother masturbating, too--but instead of excusing
herself, embarrassed, she'd been turned on. She'd
closed and locked the bedroom door, dropped her robe
and helped herself! Between scanning the narrative and
taking lecture notes, I kept seeing Darren in my mind,
his cock buried to the hilt in the tunnel of his fists,
two inches sticking out the end, as it spat his jism
all over his bedroom floor. He had to have eight thick
inches, easily.

I sat there in class, wondering why something "deviant"
was making me so hot and bothered, glad I'd worn a
baggy sweatshirt to class so no one could see how hard
my nipples were. And on my way to my next class, I
found it'd been canceled. I had nothing to do but go
home, and all the way home in my car I thought about
Darren cumming in front of me as I stood in his door-
way. I'd interrupted my brother in the middle of the
most intimate act a person can perform--I know how I'd
have felt if he'd caught me, so I wanted to get home
and clear the air, apologize to him.

Then I planned to tear off my clothes in my locked,
darkened room--and lie naked in bed, rubbing away the
fuck-monster growing in my pussy.

I shut off the engine, coasted down the little incline
into our driveway, and let myself in the back door. I
heard it the minute I got inside--a woman's moans and
cries, coming from upstairs. An odd thing to be
hearing, since Dad wasn't home--he was in Atlanta,
according to his flight itinerary. I didn't suspect it
was Darren--he was between girlfriends, and he almost
never brought them home to fuck anyway. It had to be
Mom, for sure--and whoever was doing it, she was
getting royally fucked!

Her cries got louder as I tiptoed closer up the stairs,
wanting to know who it could be--I didn't see a mailbag
in the living room, or a parcel van outside. I mentally
cursed myself for even thinking Mom could be cheating
on Dad as I got to the top of the stairs--maybe he'd
gotten home early, anyway. And in the horny, wicked
mood I was in, I decided I'd get an eyeful before I
sneaked past into my room to play with myself.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh, honey, ohhhh, faster, honey--pound
meeeeee!" she cried. And as I peeked through the open
door I could see her on the bed, lying on her back with
her knees up and legs spread wide, her perm crushed
into her pillows. She's petite, like me--and the guy
who was on top of her, pumping away, was bigger, lean
and muscular too.

Darren nearly hid our little mother with every
downstroke!

I was absolutely speechless--and I'd forgotten all
about wanting to go finger-fuck myself in my room. I
couldn't believe my older brother was sliding it to our
Mom, but there it was, right in front of me--the two of
them shining with sweat as she thrust her hips up at
him, giving back as good as she was getting.

I started wishing it were me getting the goodies,
wondering what his thing would feel like thrusting in
and out of my suddenly very wet pussy. The two of them
pumped and fucked away, eyes closed to me as I watched
them.

Mom's pretty incredible--she met Dad while he was in
Navy pilot training, dropped out of college at twenty
to marry him and had Darren the same year. Eventually
she finished her degree, went to work, and had me two
years down the road. I always thought of her as a woman
who "had it all," but that phrase was never truer than
it was as I stood there and watched my brother--her own
son--fucking her. I'd seen how big Darren's thing was,
and I watched as he buried it to the hilt in Mom on
each downstroke.

"Ohhhh, honey, pound meeee!" she cried, gritting her
teeth and wiggling underneath him, looking like a girl
half her age as Darren cried out too, pumping wildly,
literally pounding into Mom as she dug her nails into
his back. She was coming, and Darren buried himself
inside her and cried out again. His butt muscles flexed
and squeezed, and I knew he was going off inside Mom,
just the way he'd done into the air that morning.

Then he was pulling his half-hard cock out of Mom,
getting up as she rubbed her pussy, rubbing it, sighing
the sigh of a well-fucked female. Darren got up on a
knee, pulling off his cum-filled rubber. And Mom opened
her eyes, smiling--until she saw me there in the
hallway. Darren turned around at the same time and both
their mouths fell open as wide as mine had been that
morning!

Darren jumped up from the bed, trying to cover himself-
-but his cock, still half-hard and shiny with his cum,
wouldn't fit under his two cupped hands. Finally Mom
broke the silence.

"Chill out, honey," Mom giggled, "we're caught." And
then the two of them started explaining themselves.



"You remember the night after I graduated from high
college, don't you, Shelly?" he said. "Mom wanted to
take the two of us to dinner down in Boston....but you
wanted to go to a slumber party instead. So Mom and I
went by ourselves."

"I drove us down and we ate at the Top Of The Hub--you
know, on top of the Prudential Tower." Mom continued.
"They had live jazz that night, so after dinner I had
Darren do what I make your daddy do when he's home and
we're out--we danced awhile."

I visualized Darren and Mom on a dance floor--and was
pretty sure that folks were too busy partying
themselves to notice they were mother and son.

"I held him close," Mom said, "and I felt him getting
hard! Believe it or not, I started thinking about what
he might be like in bed....wondering if he took after
your daddy. He kept trying to hold his poor swollen
thing away from me but I knew what was happening—and by
the time we were ready to go home I was planning how I
was gonna get some of it!"

"When we got home, I went into my room and shucked my
suit—you know how I hate to dress up," Darren said.
Anyway, I was getting out of my T-shirt and shorts when
Mom called me into her and Dad's bedroom to unzip her
dress. I put my robe on and went in and unzipped her,
and she still smelled like Magie Noire--you know, that
perfume she likes to wear. That started me thinking
about dancing with her all over again, and I wanted to
get out of there before I was all-the-way hard."

Mom just giggled at that. "I was as turned-on as you
were, honey."

"Mom called me, and when I turned around, she stood
looking up at me and smiling. Her dress was puddled
around her ankles and all she wore was nylons, a garter
belt and the wettest panties I'd ever seen. I saw Mom's
tits and I couldn't help it--my dick just popped out of
my robe and, like, pointed at her."

"I was about to say something clever," Mom said, "but
then I saw that thing, looking like your daddy's the
first time I saw it. And that was it, you know what I
mean?"

"So while I was off messing around with my girlfriends,
you and Darren were doing the nasty!" I giggled.

"And been doing it, girl," Mom continued, "right under
everybody's noses, ever since." Meaning Dad, the
neighbors, our friends, and me--until now.

"Remember what you said that first night, Mom?" Darren
asked her, his cock growing long and thick again. And
Mom said it, and blew me away!

"I told him it would have been a shame to create his
beautiful body, and not get to fuck him myself!" Mom
said. Darren's cock was all the way hard again--and
pointing at me.

"You want some now, don't you, honey?" Mom teased.

I didn't answer her--I just stripped off my sweatshirt
and my jeans, and Mom and Darren could see my nipples
making little hard bumps in the stretch material, my
titties swollen and fighting to get out of my bra. And
they could see my wet panties, too. Darren walked up to
me without a word, pulled me into his arms and kissed
me, and I could feel his hands unhook my bra and pull
my panties down and away as his cock pushed its way
between my legs.

I felt other, softer hands run up and down my body,
Mom's hands on my titties, teasing my hard nipples,
rubbing playfully up and down in the crack of my ass,
teasing my back hole. It wasn't just another girl
touching me at a slumber party, this time....the fact
that it was my Mom made it so much sweeter.

"He's nice n'big, isn't he, honey?" Mom cooed into my
ear. "I taught him some things....he's good, you'll
see."

She squeezed his cock and my pussy, and let my brother
have me. He bent me over the edge of the bed, pushing
me onto it on all fours, and Mom scooted farther back,
lying against the pillows, so she could watch. Darren
was taking me doggie-style--almost as if he knew it was
my favorite position.

"Fuck her good, honey," Mom said, "just like you do for
your mama!" Then I felt the head of his cock push into
my wet little jelly spot, spread the lips apart. All of
a sudden I was packed with my brother's hot meat, and
he was sliding it to me really good.

I thought again of the brother and sister I'd read
about in college, and something the sister'd said about
not being a bit ashamed to be with the best lover she'd
ever had. And decided, as my brother fucked me faster,
that it applied to me too!

My titties shook and bounced with each thrust as Darren
held my hips in his hands, pumping and rotating his own
as he fucked into me. When he did that it felt like he
was touching places inside me that no other guy ever
had. Mom stared at my titties as she fingered her own
tits and pussy. And then, licking her lips, she crawled
toward me on all fours. As Darren fucked me closer and
closer to a climax, she turned onto her back, slid
toward me until my nipple brushed her lips.

Then she trapped it in her mouth, teasing with her
tongue and reaching for my other titty--she squeezed
it, played with the nipple. Her free hand rubbed up and
down between her open legs.

My girlfriends and I never got that inventive at our
slumber parties--between Mom's sucking and Darren's
fucking, I was just about ready to go off like a
rocket! Darren beat me to it by a few seconds, grunting
like an animal as he slammed all the way up into me and
held himself there. He moaned and I felt his rhythmic
throbbing, the heat of his cum inside me.

"Darren," I cried, "Mom!" And then it happened--I was
coming so hard, spasming around his cock so hard, that
the pleasure almost hurt! Mom came last, jacking her
hips up against her rubbing hand as she moaned around
my nipple in her mouth.

I spent quite a lot of that coming weekend learning
things from Mom and Darren. And Dad came home from
Atlanta the first of that next week--as usual, he
brought us all something. By that time, Mom and I had
planned between us how I was going to get a little
something from him.

She let him fuck her silly the first night home--late
the second night, he was on the living-room couch,
watching Arsenio, and it was my turn. Mom decided to
"have a headache"--and as she "slept" in their room, I
made my moves. I wore nothing under my bathrobe as I
sat down right next to him on the couch, smelling just
like Mom.

"Who's on Arsenio tonight, Dad?" I asked him, leaning
across his lap to grab the TV Guide. My robe came open,
accidentally-on-purpose, and he got a nose full of
Magie Noire and a nice long look at my titties, all at
the same time. It did just what I wanted it to, too--I
saw the crotch of his robe crawling like a snake was
underneath, as I straightened up.

"You shouldn't mess around with an old man that way,
sweetheart," Dad joked. He crossed his legs to hide his
hard-on and even started to cover his crotch with part
of a newspaper. And then I told him just exactly why I
was out there.

"Mom and Darren fuck, Daddy," I whispered, looking him
right in the eye. He dropped the newspaper and his
eyebrows arched up. So did something else--the
newspaper moved in his lap, no-hands. I took it away
and his cock behaved exactly like Darren's--pointed
straight up out of his robe, wanting attention!

Daddy's cock was thick, delicious-looking--Darren'd
definitely taken after him. As I opened my mouth to
suck him I wondered if he'd shoot as hard--or as much.
I suctioned my lips and pumped my mouth up and down,
tasting the fluid that oozed from him.

I stopped long enough to say, "Touch me too,
Dad....play with my titties. I want you to!" As I
sucked him, he played with my titties, rubbed my
nipples.

"Ohhhh, honey," he sighed, stroking my hair, "that's
good. So good." Then he wasn't talking anymore....just
moaning.

I sucked him off good, wondering if Mom did it for
Darren as I heard him breathe faster. He's gonna do it,
I thought, Daddy's going to come in my mouth, and then
the head swelled and spat his hot juice again and
again, all over my tongue. I sucked until there was no
more cum for me--and he was still hard when I took my
mouth off him.

"Now let's fuck, daddy," I whispered. "Mom wants you
to....she says it'll even things up."

"Yes, sweetheart," Daddy sighed, "yes."

"I wanna ride you like a horsie, Daddy!" I cooed,
climbing over him, grabbing his cock and fitting the
head just inside my hole. Then I slid down him until I
could feel him all the way up inside me....and started
bouncing up and down in his lap.

I wiggled my boobs in Daddy's face and he sucked and
licked my nipples as I drove my hips up and down on
him. I still don't know why, but it excited me more to
be fucked by the cock that created me than it did to
get fucked by Darren.

"Sweet, tight pussy!" Daddy moaned, and I felt him
flexing and swelling inside me. I moved faster and
faster, feeling myself getting closer to the edge--my
pussy was just about to go totally out of control and I
cried out, "Daddy! Daddy, I'm gonna come!" Then it was
happening, uncontrollable bolts of pleasure shooting
through me like high voltage—my pussy clamped around
him and spasmed, it felt like I was going to come
myself to death!

Daddy grabbed my hips, pulled me all the way down onto
him and blasted off up my pussy--I felt the liquid heat
all the way up inside me, and it added to my own come,
joined with it. We clung to each other and I felt him
spasm again and again inside me, long after he stopped
shooting.

"God, Daddy...." I sighed, relaxing into his arms as he
lay back on the couch. Then we heard Darren and Mom
softly snickering behind me--they stood in the doorway
of the living room. They'd been watching Daddy and I,
and now they joined us....all night.

The next day--Wednesday--was a "ditch" day for Darren
and me, because between Darren fucking Mom, Dad fucking
me and the two of us fucking with each other, neither
of us was in any shape for flying or college work. And
we've "ditched" regularly ever since, with or without
Daddy around, since Darren's got plenty of jam for both
Mom and me!

"Sociology Of Deviance?" I got an "A."