Little Brother's Big Thing
Chapter 12
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Living in the boarding house gave all of them more sex than they could handle. Still it was little brother's big thing that held most of her attention... so rigid and so near and so always ready for her hungry lips.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Incest Brother Sister Novel-Pocketbook School
Both kids left the apartment after everything was over. They'd showered together and I'd held my breath with nervousness for fear Ma--Gwen, that is--would hear their squeals of laughter and investigate (assuming she'd finished her lesson in Duane's apartment). But she didn't. And when they came back late for supper she simply gave them an indulgent "Tsk-tsk" and let it go at that.
I realized Nancy had what she wanted--a man to pay attention to her and a ready cock to feed the hunger between her legs. Mark's gentle consideration was in such contrast to Eric's brutal arrogance she obviously wanted nothing more to do with her mother's boarder. And the more I thought about her abrupt change in attitude the more I began to suspect Eric.
A couple of days after Gwen and her daughter had broken through the sex barrier, I went to Eric's apartment. He acted genuinely glad to see me there.
"Hey! What happened, baby? I was afraid maybe you'd changed your mind about me!"
I sniffed. "Are you going to invite me in?"
"Christ, yes! Come on! I'll pour you a beer!"
"No wine?" But I had to giggle.
He squeezed me and went to the little beer bar he'd had them put in for him. Drawing a foamy mug of beer for each of us, he guided me to the couch and sat beside me.
"Now. What the hell's been going on?" he asked.
I sniffed. "You had a child in here, Eric Bjornson!"
"Huh?... Oh, that damn kid of Gwen's?"
"Don't give me that 'damn kid' stuff! I'll bet that isn't the way it is at all!"
He squirmed and turned red. "Aw, for Christ's sake, who'd want to mess around with a baby?"
"Eric!..."
"Oh, shit! Okay, if you're going to keep poking! She did come up. I think I gave her enough to think about, she's not going to try that again. Not with me."
I didn't say much. "I thought that was it," I whispered as I got my arm up across his chest and pulled his face around to mine. And we just about forgot all about the beer.
Well, Ma Conner evidently got as much of a thrill out of her lessons with Duane as her daughter was getting with Mark. And there were a few days when I thought Will was the forgotten child. Gwen and Duane weren't forgetting him, though. One night when Will got terribly snotty at the dinner table, Duane speared him with a venomous look and held it until Will sputtered into silence.
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