Don’t Wake Our Daddy – Part 1
by
Tommy Linarcos
Costa
I was bare-ass naked in Silke’s living room, caught halfway between the snoozing Mr. Ackerman on the sofa and escape up the stairs to her bedroom, while her little “brother and sister” were threatening to blast the TV’s volume unless I got them a snack from the ‘fridge.
How did I get into this?
It started the previous night, that Wednesday night. Me and Silke, my platinum-haired Belgian exchange student girlfriend, went for a walk downtown to get away from her host family for a time. If she stays home, she winds up having to play with the Ackermans’ kids after her homework is finished. We just went out to Starbucks and had a drink and a bit of dessert, but it was nice to see her. When we got back, she didn’t want to go right in, and I didn’t want to go in at all, but I didn’t want to just get a kiss and leave, either, so we sat on the porch and talked. We could see Mr. Ackerman through the front window, asleep on the couch, having dozed off watching TV.
Silke decided to give me a blowjob. Right then, right there.
They have a big porch, and we were sitting on the railing on the side furthest from the door, so no one in the family could see us, but the girl and two guys sitting on their porch across the street sure could!
Silke has gotten this dangerous streak, lately — an appetite for risky sex! And it was hidden there all along. When I first met her, she didn’t even want to play Lyla’s ‘dare’ game in front of me because she didn’t know me very well. But now that we’ve been together for about a month-and-a-half, we fuck and suck wherever, whenever we can. I thought that making it in Milner Park was risky and daring when we did it in the wooden pirate ship in the playground, but her pulling my cock out on her front porch and sucking me off in full view of the public was a new one for me.
“I want to pijp you. Would you like that?” she asked me in her cute accent, rubbing her hands all over my crotch.
“Sure, go for it,” I said, figuring she’d just keep teasing me, and I’d leave with blue balls and jack off in my room when I got home.
“Okay,” she said, and popped the top button on my jeans.
I’m thinking, ‘ha-ha, sure,’ but then she pulls the zipper down. ‘Okay, so she’s going to mess with me and I’m going to have to put myself together before I leave,’ I figure. But then she shoves my boxers down, and reaches inside and pulls out my cock.
She looks it over, gives it a few slow tugs. I was already a little hard from her hand running over my jeans, but now she wanted it suckable. She looks up at me, and I see that gleam in her eye, and that smile. She’s going to do it.
And I’m not doing a thing to stop her.
Could those people across the way see us? They weren’t paying attention, before. It was just me and my Silky making out a little, as usual. No biggie. But when Silke’s head went in-between my legs and bobbed up and down, with her long, platinum hair reflecting the streetlights, it was a movement that would attract a cat’s attention. So, did those teens notice? They sure did. They tried shouting something at us, but I couldn’t really make out what they said. I just sat there, thinking ‘Ah, you’re just jealous. I’m getting my dick sucked, and you’re not!’
I did have to adjust how I was sitting. I didn’t want to fall off the railing when I started to swoon. Silke can take me all the way inside, but she was bobbing short and fast, with her tongue snagging my sweet spot below my head, one hand inside my boxers cradling my balls. It was going to take a bit before I came, but I was up for it. Could they see my cock? Could they see it going in and out of her mouth? I hoped they could. Silke hoped they could, too, I knew.
The only thing I checked was if anyone had come to the window. My eyes were closed through most of it, but I opened ‘em now and then to check the big window. No Mr. Ackerman. We were good.
“You like this?” Silke asked, taking a breath.
“Fuck, yeah…” I breathed. “You want me to beffen you next?” I’d see how far she was willing to go. But if she said ‘yes,’ was I brave enough to do it?
“I want you to. But then I’d want to fuck you, and those guys across the street don’t deserve to see my little kut,” she said with a shimmy. Kut is pussy — I’d learned that one first. The first time she said it, I thought she said cat, which is kat, but if a pussy is a cat, then kut works anyway, right?
I’ve been doing a lot of looking things up, trying to learn some words for her. Silke’s English is great — it’s her second language, and she knows a little French, too. But every now and then, she slips back into Dutch for a phrase or two and I have to ask. I got an app with voice entry for translation, and she’ll say the phrase again, and then laughs at what it thinks she said. It’s probably worse than Google Translate.
This one time when I first met her, sitting in Lyla’s house, I told her I don’t jerk off, and she tells me, “Maak dat de kat wijs.” It means you have to ‘convince the cat of it,’ but it really means she didn’t believe me. No shit, it was an obvious lie because I was embarrassed about doing this dinosaur jerk-off dare thing. Long story. But we talked some more and admitted some stuff, and then she says, “Nou komt de aap uit de mouw.” And that means something like ‘Aha – now the monkey comes out of the sleeve!” Seriously! Really, it’s like ‘Now I get the truth out of you!” but it’s like Dutch is full of cats and monkeys and goats and stuff! So, I’ve been trying to learn a couple weird phrases ahead of time, just trying to find a good time to use one.
So, on the porch, I tell her, “Helaas, pindakaas,” and shrugged. You’ll love this one. It means “Oh, well. Peanut butter.” It’s really like ‘That’s a shame, but what’re you gonna do?’ Crazy stuff! But I do like peanut butter. And I like cats. And her kut.
And I liked her blowjob. I had to make myself relax a little more, being on display, but then, “Ah, I’m gonna cum, Silky…” and she pulled off of me and stroked me until I shot a spray all over my pants and belly. Just the first three shots were big, though, then the short ones, then it just oozed all over her hand.
“I like watching you cum,” she said. “It was quite the free show we’ve given them tonight.”
“So long as we didn’t give a show to Mr. A and the kids,” I said, putting myself back together. I couldn’t really clean up, much, but I’d make it home fine. Silke licked her hand clean. That’s my girl…
I walked Silke back to the door just as Mrs. Ackerman opened it up. My thoughts ran to ‘Hey, I forgot about her! Did she see…?’ But no, she just told us the time and that Silke had to respect the rules about a school night. I got to kiss Silke goodnight and bounded down the steps.
I caught some cat-calls from the kids across the street, but I just waved. Fuckin’ I just got a blowjob on the front fuckin’ porch!
Silke
Hello. I am Silke De Vos. I come from the city of Gent in Belgium. It is a lovely city with a lively arts scene and I will be happy to return home, soon. It is not that I have not had a very well time here in the United States, but I will must admit that I have a little of the homesickness.
I joined the exchange student program to experience the real United States, and not just the visuals we see on the television programs shared by the American networks. The US always looked so glamorous and exciting, though I was afraid that everyone would be carrying a gun. Thankfully, I have found that such is not so.
I am living with a fine family called the Ackermans. The father, Mr. Ackerman, believes he is Belgian, though this is not so. I don’t understand how Americans can say they “are” Belgian, or “are” Irish, or “are” Italian — they are not! They are Americans! I am Belgian. I have met girls from Ireland — they are Irish. Regardless, Mr. Ackerman is no more Belgian than my friend Mia Radziwiłł is Polish. Perhaps Mr. Ackerman’s grandparents were Belgian, but he is not. And he doesn’t know two words of Dutch. He keeps calling my language Flemish — that would be as such as if you lived in Texas, then your language would be Texan. Perhaps there is some dialect difference, I will allow, like your New York people speak English different than your Alabama people.
I have made many friends here in America, and I suppose I should say that Constantine has become my boyfriend. I call him Costa. I have had sex with several others here in America, but with Costa most often. When I met him, Costa was very friendly and charming. The girls here say he has “rizz.” (I hope I am using that correctly, and not being made a fool of.) I must say that I find that to be true. He answered many questions I had about the way boys and girls interact here. It is not so different, but there are certain local customs that are easy to understand if you are an American, but difficult if you come from another country. Costa was open and honest enough to tell me the truth about many things, whereas some others have giggled or hidden the truth, or told me to ask my host family, who also do not wish to answer such questions. That day, Costa and I soon found our attraction and kissed. By the end of our afternoon, we had fucked several times.
Many people here think I am very proper, and I do behave myself as I am a representative of my country and do not wish to cause trouble, but I had been without sex since the summer, when I left home and arrived in this town. There were several boys I had considered, but some were too obnoxious. I admit I looked that word up and find it appropriate. Or they are just silly. They make jokes about wanting to have sex, but are honestly terrified when it came time to do so. Then the football players — American football, that is — were all hands but no brains. I think they are also terrified when it comes to sex; they like to talk as if they are sex gods, but the one I encountered turned out to be a virgin and kept to his camaraderie with the other players when I agreed to go on a date with him.
My friend Mia suggested I attend a real football game — soccer — and see those players. A very nice boy in our Physical Education class, Rory, played soccer, and Mia has now been dating him and having wonderful sex for several months, now. Another boy from that class, Conor, was also on the team, and has been dating my friend Lyla for several months, as well. We share Conor, sexually. I fucked him that day we played games, and three times since then. Conor is a funny boy, and he makes me laugh. He can be insane sometimes, and when I call him a name, he just laughs and makes a badge for himself of the name! He does not have the best body I have ever held, but his cock is always hard and ready, and he is full of constant energy. Also, he has no inhibitions. If I tell him to take off his clothes and fuck me on this couch, he will strip immediately and fuck me until I allow him to cum inside me. We have even done this in his home while his siblings were present.
But Costa is a boy I could fall in love with. I am not going to, but if I were staying here in America, I would consider him my boyfriend and perhaps date him exclusively. In our time together, I believe he has been exclusive with me, though I do not ask him to. I certainly have had several lovers since I became more comfortable in my secondary school surroundings.
I joined the Theater Arts program because I love to sing and dance. Back home, I take dance classes and have been in many recitals. I would love to do more here in America with dance, but my time is short, so I applied to be in the school’s musical play Oklahoma! and I was cast as “Dream Laurie,” as well as a chorus member. I had three lines of dialogue! And I helped with the general choreography. I made a great friend in the girl who plays “Ado Annie” — a girl named Junie, who also likes to have sex with girls as well as boys. We have had sex several times together at her home. She has small breasts, but a very pretty pussy! And there is a god of a boy named Albert who is playing her boyfriend “Will” in the play, and I would love to see and experience his body naked as he also does gymnastics. Perhaps there is still time.
The thing about Costa — see? I am always coming back to him! — is that he is a very creative and patient lover. He has a fine body, and always brushes his teeth. His cock is a good length and it pleases me to suck and fuck him as often as I can.
I must admit, I will miss him.
I will celebrate Kerstmis with my host family, but will leave for home shortly thereafter, during the New Year holiday. There are several friends I will miss, but Costa and Junie, most of all.
I will not miss the Ackerman children, Isaac and Emma. That is certain. Though, I suppose they have grown in my affection since I arrived.
Costa
So, I was at Silke’s host family’s house. Not for the first time — the Ackermans knew me well, by then. But on Thursday, Mrs. Ackerman went out with her friends to play bingo, and Mr. A was watching some show on Hulu about someone getting killed in Iceland. After a long day at work and a full belly, the man falls asleep in front of the TV, and Silke and I can get in a little somethin’-somethin’ in her bedroom. Usually just making out or a blowjob for a school night. A couple times we chanced taking her pants off down in her basement, but there’s always the kids.
When both parents were out, Silke was left in charge of the two little’uns, Isaac and Emma. At first, back in September, I was all like, “Can they do that to you? Make you babysit?”
And Silke told me, “The rules of the exchange program are that I have to follow the rules and do chores of the house like any other family member. But I think they thought I would be an au pair, in addition.” Yeah, I had to look that up — it’s like a nanny who’s trying to get a green card.
Anyway, back to that bingo night. We were watching the little’uns. They’re not bad. Emma idolizes Silke as the big sister she never had, and Isaac has a big crush on her and will do whatever she says. But that doesn’t mean they can’t be sneaky — they’re like eleven and twelve years old, and up to no good like I used to be. Of course, their parents think they’re little angels. It would easier to hate them if they were ugly, but they’re good-looking kids, I have to admit. Both have brown hair and brown eyes; Isaac’s hair is cut short on the sides but messy up top, and Emma’s is nice and long. They’re both gonna be heartbreakers when they get to high school.
Silke and me were playing a game of Don’t Wake Daddy with the kids when the mom left for bingo. It’s simple and kind of fun. You have to get your player from the bedroom starting point to the refrigerator for a late-night snack without stepping on a bunch of noisy things or the mechanical sleeping “daddy” will wake up and yell at you.
“You’re so bad at this game,” Emma said as I yet again woke up “daddy” and got sent back to start. I lost both times we played, but only a jerk wins against a kid.
“I would win in a real game,” I told Emma. “I’m quiet and stealthy like a cat.” Then I looked at Silke, pointed at a cat on the game board, and said in Dutch, “Een kat!” She fake-applauded me.
“You guys aren’t quiet,” Isaac laughed, moving his player past a tricycle.
“What do you mean?” I asked him.
“We can always hear you two when you’re over,” he told me, shaking his head.
“You do sex stuff,” Emma nodded, like she knew everything about the world.
I looked to Silke and she broke into a laugh. I love it when she laughs — her eyes sparkle and she has such a nice smile. She asked Emma, “And what do you know about ‘sex stuff’?”
I saw Isaac give Emma a quick look, with a “shut up” in his eyes. I know that look.
“We know,” Emma said, shutting down the conversation. She moved her piece onto some noisy pots and pans and then had to push the “daddy” button four times. Daddy did not wake up. Emma was going to win.
“I guess we must be quieter, or perhaps we will wake Daddy from his TV viewing some night!” Silke joked.
“No, you have to make more noise,” Isaac informed us. “When we’re too quiet, that’s when they check on us, think we’re up to something. Then they find out we’re reading or doing homework, then they leave us alone. You have to watch out for them. But the noises you guys make… it’s sex stuff.”
Well, the kids had us, and Emma did win the game, which pleased her.
With Mrs. A gone, we were in-charge. Silke and the kids already had dinner before I came over, and Mr. A’s dinner was in the microwave waiting for him to come home. So, we let Isaac and Emma go watch whatever they wanted on Netflix and have dessert, while we shut the bedroom door and had some real alone time, making noise.
Silke
One evening recently, the Ackermans were both out, leaving me to mind the children. We gave to Isaac a box of Ding Dong cakes and to Emma the control of the television (a trick our friend Conor does to his brother and sister, too), while Costa and I had sex. It would be almost two hours before Mr. Ackerman returned from his place of employment — not the usual for him, but he was working on a project with his co-workers.
I closed the door. “We are safe in my kot for the next hour,” I said to Costa.
“Is that another cat phrase?” he asked me. I was going to tell him it means a dorm room when he stopped me. “Or wait — does that mean pussy? I’ll be safe in your pussy!”
“Yes,” I lied to him just to get on with it. “I want you inside my pussy.” As I moved across the room to him, I slowly took off my sweater. Costa could not take his eyes off of me, or my breasts when I revealed them. He has seen them many times, now, but they are his favorite part of me, I think. I do enjoy when he spends a great deal of time licking and sucking on them instead of just pawing at them like the other boys I met when I first arrived.
Costa was quite swift in removing his clothing, taking advantage of our free time. He has a very nice cock. (I no longer say penis. That is so clinical.) It is about seventeen and a half centimeters and makes me very happy. His pubic hair was a little wild when I’d met him, kind of like the wavy brown curls that hang over his eye, but we had a fun evening once and I trimmed him to a good thickness. By being nude first, he was able to remove my clothing, something else he enjoys, as do I.
We relaxed on my bed, and Costa went down on me, licking my pussy until I had an orgasm. He was going to “go for two,” when I stopped him and begged him to “vooruit met de geit,” — to “get on with it.” Costa enjoys it when I use phrases with animals in them. Then he mounted me.
Costa
God, I love Silke’s tits! I could just spend an hour working those babies. We could just be lying there, just finished fucking or whatever, and I could just stroke those things for the rest of the night. Sitting on my couch, watching TV, my hands automatically go there, like petting a cat, shirt on or off. They are so nice, big, and soft, and warm, and friendly — and her nipples are so red, like cherries on vanilla ice cream!
We actually had some time, that evening. With the parents gone and the kids occupied, we could actually fuck. I pulled myself away from Silke’s boobs and went down on her and licked that pussy until she came all over my face. Pussy. Kut. Sometimes, she calls it her foef, but that’s such a funny name. I like to think her little white fuzzball of pubes right above her slit is her foef because it’s all foofy. It’s like this little ball of fur and I can just yank on it while I’m eating her and it pulls her hood back and her little clit pops out and it says ‘Lik me, zuig me, Costa!’ and I do.
And Silke is a screamer, let me tell you! Trying to be quiet, she’ll put a pillow over her face if we’re in her room so she can let go but muffle the sound. We’ll play music, but like the kids said, it can’t hide all of it. But now that the kids flat-out told us they know, Silke let it out that time!
When she recovered from her cum, Silke gave me that ‘forward with the goat’ phrase to let me know to get going and fuck her blue! So, I stuck my cock in her and just slammed it home — she was so wet — and that’s when she started screaming, “Neuk me! Ah, Costa, neuk me!”
I’m like, fuck it, we’re going to bounce the bed. The kids think they know ‘sex stuff’? Then listen to this! I got her ankles tied around my neck, and just pile-drived down into her pussy. Her kut. And yeah, the headboard slammed back into the wall with each thrust. Things probably fell off the wall in the washroom or down in the kitchen.
She was squeezing my neck with her ankles, and that can be cool in some ways (like choking yourself with a tie when you’re jerking off? Yes/no?), but I needed to breathe. I slapped her ass and gave her the signal to turn over. She got on her knees but I pushed her down so I could fuck her sideways and grab her tits with my left. And I do this with a twist — a literal twist of my hips, give it some motion.
And that’s when she growled, “Naai me!” Yeah. Screw me, she means. I know when she wants it dirty. It’s my pleasure to give it to her that way. “Sneller! Sneller!” Sometimes she just slips entirely back into Dutch, but I can go faster in any language.
Finally, she wanted some control, so I let her up and I got on my back, letting her mount me. And that’s when the bed bounced and moved, the foot of the bed angling out. She’s stopped using words, English and Dutch, and was just doing that “Uh-hah! Uh-hah!” — her little squeaks when she drops down and her breath gets pushed up out of her.
I was so ready to cum, before, so as soon as I saw her starting to faint, she fell forward onto me and started cumming, started shaking, I flipped her back over and just pounded her kut and went for it. I’m growling, too, and shot everything I’ve been saving for her inside that pussy. Her pussy cat. Her kut kat. I breathed. I fell into her. I rolled off of her. Silke curled up into me, and I stroked her breasts, as usual. And her foef.
Time goes by.
“It seems odd now that the play is over,” Silke told the ceiling. I woke up. We’d done Oklahoma! as the Fall Musical and she played “Dream Laurie.” I was on Stage Crew because she got me to join, and I have to say that I really enjoyed it. “I have a gevoel van… ontwenning... Something is over and I don’t want it to be.”
“Withdrawal,” I explained, stretching. “People coming off of drugs have that, too. A feeling of withdrawal.” Though I love that I don’t have to withdraw when fucking Silke, thanks to whatever miracle birth control from Belgium she uses. “But you were fantastic in the play. You had that amazing dance duet scene, but I wish they gave you a song of your own.”
“It was enough that I was with the group,” she said with a smile. “If I were to still be here in the spring, then perhaps I would get a song in the next big play, because they would know me and what I can do well.”
“It’s not fair. That you’re leaving,” I said to her hair and breasts.
“You’ve said so,” Silke reminded me. I guess I’ve said it before. Probably twenty-five times before. “You know not to fall in love with me. There will be many friends I will miss from the theater program. June and Cindy, especially. That boy Leo was nice. And Albert is so very nice. He I would not mind seeing naked!”
Silke hung around backstage quite a bit. I think she fucked Junie a couple times. But Albert?
“Trying to make me jealous? I’m pretty sure Al is gay,” I said.
“That’s not how he acted when we were alone in the costume room,” Silke told me, to my surprise. “He said he’d like to take me back to California with him when he attends university, there, next year. I have not been there, yet. I would like to try surfing, and to see Disneyland, and Hollywood.”
“Country’s a big place,” I told her. I knew she’d been with a couple other people — guys and girls — since I’d met her. Even with Conor, again, though I wish it weren’t him. But I can’t contain Silke. She told me from the day I’d met her that she wanted to taste as much of America as she could while she was here. I’m glad I’ve been with her more than anyone else, though. Especially the day-to-day stuff; just hanging out together is nice. I am going to seriously miss her when she leaves. I’ve got her for another month, though. “Maybe I can take you, if you ever come back.”
“Even though I miss my friends in Gent, I feel that as soon as I get home, I’m going to be homesick for everything here,” she admitted and kissed me. Our kiss turned into a make-out and I rolled on top of her, again. She tugged at my cock to make sure I was hard, but I guarantee you I was. It doesn’t take much.
It was when I moved up into position that I saw that the bedroom door wasn’t quite closed. Had it ever been? Did the house A/C blow it open or something?
Silke
We had an audience. Isaac and Emma had, at some point in the last several minutes, snuck into the room. Had they watched me fuck Costa, or had they only come in since we were lying in each other’s arms?
They thought they were hiding by my study desk and closet, but the room is not large enough to truly hide. I was not concerned that they were seeing me naked — that had happened several times already, much to Isaac’s delight. And I am certain that all the Ackermans know of my being sexual. They were a little disappointed when I chose not to worship at their church with them, but they do not try and tell me of the sins I am committing.
As much as I was enjoying our fun, I stopped Costa. “We have an audience,” I told him.
He looked around, then spotted the kids behind him. He panicked a little and pulled out of me and stood off of the bed. “Hey!” he called at them. “What are you guys doing in here?”
“Oh, my gosh, Isaac, his thing is bigger than yours!” Emma gasped. Though they both had seen me naked, it was the first time either of them had seen Costa’s cock, and it was big and hard and red and wet — very “angry.”
Costa was not angry, though. He is a very nice person, very even-tempered, and able to think with a crisis. He was more concerned with giving the kids an “education” they were not prepared for.
“C’mon, you guys. Out!” Costa demanded. He grabbed one of my pillows and covered his cock; I did not bother covering up.
“You’re gonna be in trou-ble…!” Emma sang.
Costa set them straight. “Trouble? From who? Your folks? What’s the worst that happens? They kick Silke out, she lives at my house for a month, instead. Or she goes home to her friends and family. They can’t punish me, except to not let me come over, anymore, so Silke just comes to my house. And you guys have to get a real baby sitter. Some evil battle-ax named Marge, or something…”
“It is you who will be in trouble when I tell them that you were spying on us,” I told them. I could see that register on their faces.
“So, why are you here?” Costa asked.
“We wanted to see,” Isaac said.
“Of course, you did,” I said. “You always want to see me. You spy on me in the shower, you spy on me getting dried. You make up a reason to come in my room and watch me getting dressed…”
Isaac turned very red. “I know. You’re very pretty,” he said, and his eyes never left my breasts.
“Well, take a good look, then,” I invited him, with some tease, I admit. I had not covered my breasts, but did sit forward some further.
“I, um…” was all Isaac could say while he stared at my breasts with permission.
“Would you like to touch them?” I asked. For the first time since being found out, Isaac looked at my eyes. They were very large, his eyes. He needed to confirm that I was being serious. “You may,” I told him.
He moved forward slowly, hesitating. He looked at Costa for his reaction, a bit cautious in case Costa would try to stop him or punch him, perhaps. And Isaac continued to look at my eyes, certain I would decide not to let him do this. When at the edge of the bed, Isaac brought his hand up, but still did not make contact. To make things happen, I took his wrist and put his hand on my left breast.
He drew in his breath like he had just been cut, or taken a bad scare. And then his face eased. And his hand moved slowly and gently as he felt my breast.
When Costa saw this, he relaxed a bit, and sat back down on the bed, though he yet kept his cock covered with the pillow. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” he asked Isaac.
“I’ll say,” Isaac finally said. And that made him finally breathe, as well.
“Don’t forget the other one,” Costa reminded him.
Isaac looked at me to see if the offer was genuine. I just smiled and nodded and, one second after, his left hand was on my right breast. “They’re…”
“Soft and warm and big and friendly,” Costa grinned, running his fingers along my back. “These the first tits you’ve seen?”
“Well, internet,” Isaac told him. “And…” Isaac looked briefly at his sister, but then looked like he realized that he should not have done that.
“Relax,” I told him. “Of course, you have seen your sister’s body. You live together. And Emma has already stated that she has seen your cock.” Isaac seemed to consider this, perhaps recalling Emma stating that Costa’s cock was bigger than his.
“I have,” said Emma, still by my study desk.
“Come here,” I told her. “Would you like to touch my breasts, too? You may.” Emma came forward and put out her hand. Isaac did not give up one of my breasts for her, just made room for her hand on my right breast.
“Isaac,” Costa called. “Pinch her nipples. She likes that.”
Isaac looked up at me, thinking this was a joke. But I told him, “Yes, I do. But not hard. Just a tease.” Isaac pinched and pulled at my nipples like they were part of a toy, and I gave a little yelp. “Not hard, I said. Just pinch while you are…”
“Caressing them,” Costa gave me the word.
“Have you had a good look at my foef? My pussy?” I asked, and spread my legs. I know the boy had seen me in the shower, but I don’t know how good a view he had.
Isaac’s — and Emma’s — eyes were drawn to my pussy, and their hands froze on my breasts. I could sense Isaac breathing harder, and one of his hands left my breast to rub the front of his pants. I could not be sure if he was pleasuring himself or just adjusting his “junk.”
“You have hair,” he noticed. “I couldn’t see that before.”
“It is very light. Does your sister not have hair on hers?” I asked them both.
Isaac answered me. “A little.”
This was getting quite interesting. “What about your brother?” I asked Emma.
“Yeah. Not a lot,” she said, still caressing my breast, but staring at my foef.
“So far,” Isaac said, defiantly. “More’s coming in.”
“Costa has a lot,” Emma said.
“I know. I saw,” Isaac said, like he was behind in a competition.
“Can we…?” Emma started to ask, but didn’t finish.
“You want to see Costa’s cock again, yes?” I asked, and Emma nodded. “Costa, show them your cock.”
Continued in Part 2
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