"Kiss me, Cheryl!" Jenny said with dreamy eagerness, hugging the blonde and clamping her mouth on hers.
Excitedly groggy, forgetful, Cheryl sucked into a deep French-kiss with Jenny. She rubbed her tits over her sister's less large breasts and slid her soggy hot cunt on Jenny's.
But Doug Brill pawed her back into herself. She felt his hands rubbing shamelessly over her ass-cheeks, his fingers pushing slickly into the crack. When the fingers of one of his hands wormed into her cunt's melting slit again, Cheryl panicked into shame over what had happened. Pulling away from Jenny and Doug, she jumped to her feet and grabbed up her robe.
"Oh, Jenny! What have we done?" she exclaimed.
She bolted out of the bathroom through her parents' bedroom to her own room, on across the hall. Once again she was shivering alone in her bedroom in a greasy-pussied fever of sexual excitement. But many slimy cum-clots had covered her skin before, and she'd swallowed some of the tasty jism, too. This time she had several ounces of creamy sperm soothing her fucked ass-tunnel, and she was no longer a virgin in that darker back hole.
Well, I still have my pussy-cherry, she thought. But it was so tabby learning more about sex with Jenny and Doug that I'll have trouble protecting my gristly little cunt-drum it I let them get too close to my easily aroused belly…
Chapter Three
Shamed by the sexual action with her sister and her sister's boyfriend in the bathroom, Cheryl rested nervously on her bed for a time. She felt the regular Saturday work schedule pushing at her to be done, surprised that she could even think about the normal routine. She knew she would have to get breakfast for Ben and Neal when they got up, at least. Her brothers would be getting up very soon, since it was ten-thirty.
Pulling back into her short robe, the blonde started another trip towards the kitchen. This time she made it.
She saw her sister Jenny was alone in the kitchen, which meant that Doug Brill was gone. She did not speak to Jenny and Jenny did not speak to her. Cheryl was glad to have it that way.
Cheryl set the table white Jenny sat beside it, and they could hear the twin boys at their morning cleanups, so Cheryl started cooking oatmeal.
"Why are you so quiet, Cheryl?" Jenny finally asked.
"As if you didn't know," Cheryl said. "I mean, what you and Doug were doing, and what you helped him do to me. I shouldn't ever talk to you again."
"Why? For a little ol' fuck up the ass? Hell, you liked it," Jenny said.
"I don't have to talk about it. Besides, you should get some more clothes on before the boys come in. That shorty top hardly hides a thing. At least put some panties on with it," Cheryl said.
"It covers me," Jenny said.
"Not really," Cheryl answered.
"Fuck it then," Jenny said. "The boys often see everything I have."
"But they're getting older now," Cheryl told her.
"Yeah. Ain't it nice?" Jenny teased.
"Jenny, you're worse than I every thought," Cheryl said.
"The boys like me, so I don't care shit what you thing," Jenny came back.
Cheryl clamped her lips shut, so Jenny went on.
"Hey. How'd you like that big dick on my boyfriend, Cheryl?" she asked. "Real pretty, huh? A real stuffer, too."
"It was ugly!" Cheryl said. "So was Doug!"
"Huh. You're pussy told my mouth different when Doug had his rammer up your ass!" Jenny said. "If you didn't like him, you sure liked his prick!"
"Oh, be quiet! The boys are coming," Cheryl said.
The twins ran into the room, cutting off the talk with Jenny, pleasing the blonde because she thought it was terrible. But she blushed when she saw that the boys were as underdressed as their younger sister. Ben and Neal both had on just T-shirts. The shirts "covered" them, as Jenny had claimed for her own yellow nightie-top, but only barely, in the same way.
"Hi, Cheryl," Ben said in a rather flat voice, Neal saying the same.
"Good morning," Cheryl said. "Oatmeal's on in a minute."
She watched the twins hurry to Jenny with obvious eagerness to see and touch the young brunette.
"Hi, Jen!" they said, almost together. "Give us a kiss!"
Bending first to her right on her chair, and then to her left, Jenny gave each boy a short peck on the lips, teasing them.
"Hey! No fair! That wasn't a real kiss!" Ben complained.
"Yeah! Give us some tongue!" Neal said.
"Sure. Nice and deep and wet!" Ben specified.
"Sloppy and hot!" Neal added.
Smiling, leaning forward slowly, pleased by this pleading for affection by her young brothers, the brunette pushed her open mouth on Ben's lips and kept them there. She gulped and swallowed for long seconds in the kiss with Ben while he gulped and swallowed with her. She gave the same kind of wet and warm kiss to Neal.