Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Teenagers, Consensual, Paranormal, Incest, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - When you were fourteen, did you ever wish that the world would be just a little more sympathetic to your sexual urges? What would you have given to change things?

I awoke from the most fantastic dream. There have been many times I woke up after a wet dream, (what 14 year old boy hasn’t?) but this time I woke up during the second spurt. Damn! I knew I should have yanked off again before I went to bed. It was a lot less messy to catch it in a towel than to have it puddle in my sheets, creating an icy, stinky, smelly swamp to wake up in.

Something was fundamentally different this time. There was a warm, soft, cuddly back pressed up against my chest and a hot, soft, cuddly pussy wrapped around my rod o’steel. Not only that, but a small hand was holding my grubby palm against the hardest tit I could have imagined without believing for an instant that it was a physical possibility. My face was full of curly ringlets and my ears were reverberating with the most musical giggle I had ever heard, except from my one year older sister who was turning puberty into an art form.

Wait! There was only one giggle like that, but there was no way I was actually fucking my cheerleader sister--was there?

“Chrissy?”, I ventured, uncertainly.

“Hi, Bro”, she sang. “You sure do have a big dick. It took me forever to get it all the way in and you wouldn’t wake up and help me a bit. I sucked on it forever, trying to wake you up so you could help me, but you just kept snoring away, but at least you were smiling. My little pussy is so sore I won’t be able to do the splits in practice all week. It’s a good thing Mom put me on the pill this year. I would be having triplets from all the splooge you shot up in me.”

“Chrissy?”, I ventured, uncertainly.

“Yes, Who did you expect, some supermodel or one of the Varsity cheerleaders? I can try to get one over here if that’s what you want.”

I finally found my voice. “No, I mean what are you doing and why? Not that I’m complaining, you understand.”

“It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“It is absolutely the answer to my unspoken desires, but the possibility was so remote I never even fantasized about you, like this.”

“You mean you never wanted to fuck me?”, she pouted a bit.

“Of course I wanted to fuck you. You are a walking wet dream and I am a horny kid. Of course I wanted to fuck you. I just never dreamed that it was on the menu. Is this going to be a one time thing?”

“No, Silly. Of course not. That is, you do want to keep fucking me, don’t you?”

“Does the pope shit in the woods? Of course I do. Will you sleep with me every night and let me go to sleep with my dick buried in your tight snatch like it is now?”

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what we will do.”

“Won’t Mom get suspicious and hit the ceiling?”

“Why would she? She only wants you to have what you want.”

“Really? When did that start?”

“I don’t know, but it’s true. You’ll see.”

Damn! I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I’m staying for the ride. “Just one question, Sis?”

“Yeah?”

“Am I awake?”

“Yeah. I have a question for you. Ok?”

“Sure.”

“Can you fuck me again?”

“Do bears screw the choir boys?”


“Did you guys sleep well?”

“Hi, Mom. We sure did. That is after Billy finally went soft on me--or is that in me? I will be walking funny for a week, but it was worth it.”

Did I just hear right? Sis and Mom were talking about Sis and I fucking as if it were a normal thing. I had been dreading the morning for a couple of reasons. One was that I would actually wake up and find that it had all been a dream about waking while fucking my sister. The other reason was that the ‘rents were going to hit the ceiling if they even got a hint about what we did last night. Now they were acting as if I deserved to get my ashes hauled instead of getting my ass hauled to jail.

“What would you like for breakfast, Billy?”

“Oh, just the usual, I guess.”

“No, I mean, what would you really, truly like better than anything in the world?”

Wow! Where did that come from? Maybe this was just an extension of the coolest dream I ever had and I would wake up in a puddle of cold cum any minute now. This couldn’t possibly be real, so why not go for broke?

“Ok, then. I would like three eggs--one scrambled, one over-easy and one sunny-side up. Then three strips of bacon, several sausage patties and a slab of ham, with grits and fried potatoes.”

“Anything else?”, Mom brightly answered and turned to begin fixing what I had ordered.

My mouth was hanging open, but I finished my dream wish list by adding, “and oh, yeah. I would like Sis naked and you wearing only an apron. You’re still the number one MILF on the block, Mom.”

“Really? That’s nice, Dear.” She bustled around, getting my order together and gracefully shed her clothes before putting back on the frilly French apron she had been wearing.

Now I knew I was still asleep, but what the hell? I had hot dreams every night. This one seemed more real, but since it couldn’t possibly be happening, why not go with it as long as it lasted?”

“Go ahead and sit down. When your sister gets her clothes off, she may want to sit in your lap and feed you while we eat. Oh! I almost forgot. Your father said he had a surprise for you this morning.”

I’ll just bet he did. Wait till he got in here and saw me with a lap full of naked sister while my beautiful mom shakes her bare ass around the kitchen, getting my lumberjack breakfast ready.

Dad came bustling into the kitchen, full of piss and vinegar, like always. “My! Don’t we look like a happy family today? Doris, you’re looking especially yummy this morning and Chrissy, you may as well go ahead and sit on that thing you are straddling. You’re bound to make Billy shoot off before we finish eating and we don’t want to get cum all over the table, now do we?”

“Gosh, no, Daddy, but I don’t know how much cum he has left after he pumped so much in me last night. It’s still running down my leg. See?” She proudly spread her legs and pointed to the jism running down her thigh as she raised up a bit and slid down the maypole in response to Dad’s suggestion.

At this point, I was thoroughly convinced that it was a dream, so I forged ahead without qualms. “Mom said you had a surprise for me this morning, Dad?”

“Sure do, Son. Go look in the driveway.”

No, it couldn’t be. I had a premonition, but it was in the same category as my not fantasizing about fucking Chrissy. Why fantasize about an impossibility? There was no way in hell that Dad would give me the candy apple red Mustang 289 that I had lusted for with such passion after seeing one on a billboard. There was also the small matter of my age. I knew how to drive and did so on the back roads and around the farm, but couldn’t get a license for another couple of years. Nevertheless, it was a dream and anything can happen in a dream, can’t it? I jumped to the window and damn near shit my pants.

Fantasy or no fantasy, dream or no dream, there was no way it could be real, even in a dream. My all time biggest wish, ever?

“The keys are in it”, Dad sang out as I blew through the back door.

The top was down. The black leather interior shown glossily and the candy apple red paint appeared to be many layers thick. The 289 rumbled to life and the glass packs burbled magnificently. I threw it in reverse and stomped on the gas, just for an instant. The back end hopped around a few times, tires spewing blue smoke and was about to achieve lift-off if I hadn’t lifted my foot off the gas just in time.

“Dad, Dad!”, I squealed as I ran back in the kitchen. “Is it real?”

“It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Of course it’s what I wanted, but I also wanted to be able to drive it and won’t be old enough to get a license for two more years. There isn’t much you can do about that.”

“As a matter of fact, there is. In recognition for all the fine work you did during the last flood, driving the old pickup around helping rescue our neighbors, the legislature has created a special law that allows you to have a lifetime driver’s license, starting today. You won’t even have to take a test.”

“Dad, the world doesn’t really work like that, does it?”

“Why not? You deserve it and every other good thing that may be coming your way soon.” He seemed very pleased with himself.

I sat back down to the table just in time for Mom to slide the plates of food in front of me and Chrissy to sit back down on her positioning tool and prepare to feed me. “What’s going on, Mom? Why is everybody being so nice to me and granting me wishes I didn’t even know I had?”

“It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

This was beginning to ring a bell. Isn’t that the exact response everybody had given me since Chrissy woke me up last night? What was up with that?

“You kids better hurry up and finish or you will be late for school. Chrissy, you need to bounce a little harder to get Billy to finish up while you finish feeding him.”

“Ok, Mom. I can tell he’s about to pop. Is it ok if I don’t wear my underwear today, with my cheerleader uniform? I’m planning to call the other cheerleaders and tell them to not wear theirs, either. Then all of us will eat lunch with Billy today and everybody can see how much we like him when our nipples are popping through our sweaters.”

Could this day get any better? Funny I should ask. After tooling up to the school in my shiny new pony car with my hot sis sitting up on the top of the back seat like we were in a parade, we made our grand entrance. The rest of Chrissy’s squad came screaming up to us, surrounding us in a sea of pink Cashmere sweaters and nipples, with bare asses flashing from their pleated skirts as they whirled about me.

Mrs. Edwards, the hottest math teacher in the world, announced that there would be a change in the seating assignments today. She moved me front and center and surrounded me with the hottest girls in the class. Today, she moved to the front of her desk when she began class, instead of addressing us from behind the desk, as usual.

As usual, I had an instant boner any time I was anywhere near this work of erotic art. Everything about Mrs. Edwards screamed S.E.X. very loudly. I don’t know whether she was completely aware of the intensity of the desire every guy in the class felt for her. Our hind brains constantly yelled in our ears, “IF YOU DON’T FUCK THIS WOMAN, RIGHT NOW, THE HUMAN RACE WILL DIE OUT BEFORE DARK.” Talk about a sexual imperative.

Mrs. Edwards started to begin her lecture, but paused to undo another button on her sweater, Three down, six to go. Her luscious boobies threatened to escape, but I wasn’t scared. If she wanted me to lick her all over with my eyes, then who was I to refuse?

She began talking, but paused again. “Would one or two of you girls please sit on the floor in front of Billy and pleasure him while I explain today’s lesson? It should help him stay focused, don’t you think?”

Actually, I couldn’t think of anything less likely, but since this was my dream, I suggested that Mrs. Edwards should undo a few more buttons and give me her panties to sniff during class. To my utter astonishment, that is exactly what she did.

I was still sitting there with my mouth agape when she joined today’s club.

“It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

To be or not to be? To shit or go blind? How in the hell could a kid my age even begin to make sense of all this? On the other hand, the blond fluffball who was blowing me started humming the Marseillaise, deep in her throat where my active head was at the moment and all other thought escaped me.

As soon as I get my act together, I’m going to have to start thinking about this. On the other hand, that Marseillaise is a catchy tune, isn’t it?

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