famfun3.txt
                          FAMILY FUN
                 by Ed Dippus aka "Fast Oeddie"

                           Chapter 3

        That evening, Mom and Dad went out on a "special" date.  By the 
big wink she gave me when they left, I knew Mom was going to fill him in
on the "goings-on."  That left Geriann and me home alone, and now that my 
thoughts were tuned to intra-family sex, I began appraising my chances of 
making it with Sis.
        I knew she was hot for me, but her contrary nature would cause her
to reject any overt passes I made.  Geriann and I have always had a strong
case of sibling rivalry between us and, although we loved each other, we
rarely turned down an opportunity to put each other down.  "Devious thinking
is what's needed here," I told myself.
        I decided on the oldest ploy in the book: play off the rivalry in
a "strip-"challenge. You know, strip-poker, strip-backgammon, that sort of 
thing.  Once we'd shed some clothes, maybe we could lose some inhibitions
as well.  This trap only works when the trappee is as anxious to get naked
as the trapper, as I'd learned at school, but I was fairly certain of my prey
in this case.
        "Yo, shithead!" I called out, "Wanna get your ass kicked at nine-
ball downstairs?"  Billiards used to be an even game for us, but one of the
other things I learned at school was how to handle a hot cue. Heh, heh, heh.
        "Thanks for the charming offer, jiz-breath," she called back sweetly
from upstairs, "but I've had a better one."  
        "I've got a date," she announced as she flounced downstairs.  I was
flabbergasted.  If her denim mini-skirt was up any higher it would have
been a hat.  If the tube top under the jacket was any lower it would have 
been a sock.  Her normally bedraggled red hair rose in shimmering haloes 
around her head, framing a face highlighted by rose-colored lips which said 
"Fuck me" without once moving.
        "Who's the victim," I gasped without much conviction.
        "Jimmy Taylor," she said, "the quarterback at the community college."
        "Oh, so he's dumb and a bad athelete, otherwise he'd be in real 
school," I cracked, regaining some of my composure.
        "You're just jealous," she said.
        "Of you??"
        "Of him," she said, with an odd emphasis to her voice.  Outside
a horn honked. "S'long, schlong," she called, heading out the door. "Say 'hi'
to Rosy Palm and her 5 sisters for me."
        
        Ten o'clock: there's 7 million naked stories in this city, and I
wasn't one of them.  Oh, I was naked alright, but I was alone.  Mom had
called from the restaurant to say she and Dad were heading out to the 
Sybaris.  They were getting laid.  My sister was out with some Neanderthal.
The way she was dressed I was sure she was getting laid.  All I had was
HBO, a six-pack and Rosy.  Oh well, at least the beer was cold.
        
        Eleven-twenty: the front door slammed shut, jolting me out of a
doze.  I was still naked, but no longer alone.  "Oooooo, MEN!" Geri screamed
storming upstairs.  
        I bounded up after her.  "What?" I called, "what have we done now?"
She whirled around in her bedroom door.  Her tube top was pulled down on one
side, displaying a round, heavy tit proudly capped by a bright red nipple.
Her lipstick was smeared and her hair was askew.  I immediately got the wrong
idea.  "Did he try to rape you?" I yelled, "I'll kill the fucker! I'll break
his balls!  I'll ... "
        "No, no, you asshole!" she yelled back "I wanted it! I asked for it."
        "Then what the fuck's your problem?" I shouted.
        "The little shit came 10 seconds into foreplay at the drive-in.  Then
he wanted to watch the fucking movie, so I made him drive me home and
I'M STILL HORNY!"
        I fell over laughing.  Here was the little bitch herself, out on 
a hot date, ready and randy and her QB fumbles the hand-off!
        As I laughed myself silly I noticed that she wasn't laughing.  Nor
was she cursing. In fact, she wasn't doing anything but staring. Staring at 
me. I was still naked!  And there was Geriann, half-naked herself, licking
her lips and staring at my .....
        BOINNNGGG!!!!!
        "Oh, wow," she breathed, "that's quite a piece of work, Bill."
        "And it lasts quite a bit longer than 10 seconds," I couldn't help
it, it was too good a zinger to pass up.  But she didn't even notice.
        "I'll bet it does," she said, half to herself. "Can I touch it?"
        Can she touch it? What am I gonna say, "No?"
        I didn't say anything.  I just held out my hand.  Geri took my 
hand and knelt down.  I guided it to my shaft and left it there to fend
for itself.  She just held it for awhile, then stroked it lightly with one
finger.  "I knew it would be big," she said, "I just knew it."
        Now strange as this may seem,  before that day Geriann and I had 
not seen each other naked in years.  She had her own bathroom off of her
bedroom, and the opportunity to spy her out had never presented itself.
Similarly, although she had ogled my bulge in the past, this was her first
view of it au natural.  The way she was stroking it, however, it was soon
going to be au jus.
        Not wanting to fail in my boast and blow the deal by blowing my wad
I pulled away and stood up.  "Hey, I'm not through with you yet," she said
petulantly.
        "No you're not, little sister," I said, "not by a long shot."
        Taking her hand, I led her into her bedroom.  As usual it was a 
mess, but at least the bed was made and relatively uncluttered.  Turning 
around, I took her by the shoulders and kissed her deeply, feeling first
that lipstick smearing against my lips, tasting it with my tongue, probing
deeply into her mouth.  Our tongues entwined in a deep, searing soul kiss.
Lips still locked, I pushed the jacket from her shoulders, then drew the
tube top down until her right breast popped free.  My hands affixed them-
selves to those tits, hefting, squeezing, tweaking the nipples.  Just as
Mom supposed that the size of my rod was inherited from her, I'm certain
that Geriann's tits came from Dad's side, just as her red hair did.  Dad's
mom had had red hair, but it was tough to tell on the breasts because Grandma
was fat all over.
        The interlude from the hall to the bedroom had stood off my impending
orgasm, and I was ready for action again.  My hands slipped down to that 
damned mini-skirt and under to where Geri's white cotton panties waited to be
disposed of.  The crotch was soaked from both my ministrations and, I supposed
grudgingly, Taylor's.  As I tried to get above the waistband, Sis stopped me
and pulled back.
        My split second of disappointment was assuaged as she unzipped the side
of the skirt and dropped it to the ground.  She also removed the tube top from 
her belly and stepped out of her panties.  Now she was as naked as I, and 
truly a wonderful sight to behold.
        She stepped around me, put her hands around my neck and drew me down
on top of her on the bed.  We kissed deeply again, then I nuzzled my way down
her neck, and spent some time on her breasts, licking and sucking those
wonderous nipples.  I went into motion again, starting to kiss my way south
to eat at the 'Y' when she gently pulled my head back up and kissed me.
        "Not now, big brother," she said tenderly, "I'm ready enough.  I
need you inside me.  I need it bad."
        "Sure," I said, "you've got it."  I shifted my hips as she pulled
back her knees.  The head of my cock lay agaisnt her pussy, ready to enter.
She dropped one hand down, squeezed my pole, and guided it lovingly into
her hot pussy.
        We both groaned deeply as I sank in to the hilt.  It was like
complete fulfillment for both of us, the ultimate expression of an
attraction that had been building since puberty.
        For a moment we lay still, and I could feel her muscles stretching
and relaxing around me as she became accustomed to my size.  Then, with a
shudder that racked us both, I pulled up and began fucking my sister with
slow, deep, long strokes.
        "Oh, yes," she breathed "yes. Fuck me.  So deep.  So good."
        She kept talking like that, her rhythm matched to that of our
strokes, her intensity proportional to that of her pleasure.  We began
rocking faster, she began talking faster.
        "Yes...yes...Oh...Yeah...Go...deeper...big...brother...Bill"
        Our arousal increased, as did her volume.  Her vocabulary, however,
diminished: "Yes..Yes..Fuck..Me..YES..YES..OH..OH"
        This went on for a good 15 minutes, by which time I was pistoning
in and out and we were both on the brink.  Geriann was reduced to one 
syllable, one vowel, over and over "O! O! O! O! O! O! O!" Her head tossed
from side to side, her hair whipping back and forth on the pillow. Her 
breasts heaved and jiggled with each thrust and counter-thrust.
        Finally with a rush, I felt myself starting to cum and added my 
own voice to hers "Oh, oh, oh Ger, I'm gonna, I'm, I'M, CUMMING!!!!"
        Her litany crescendoed with mine "YES!!  YES!! CUM!! YES!! YES!!
YES!!"
        Spasms rocked through our bodies! I fired wad after wad deep into
her womb, grunting with each shot.  Sis's voice had finally left her and she
rolled her head back and forth, mouthing silent moans of ecstasy.  With one 
last big shudder and a heavy sigh, I rolled off her and started to relax 
toward sleep.  Fortunately, I remembered her emphatic "Oooo, men" in time
to roll over and snuggle her, thus avoiding boorishness.  With a satisfied
sigh of her own, which spoke volumes more than her other noises, Geriann
snuggled back and we drifted off to sleep.

        A light stabbed into that contented sleep, waking me rudely.  My 
anger drained out of me, however, when I heard my Mom's voice ringing 
through the room.  "WELL, what do we have HERE!"