Seventh Heaven - Family Secrets

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Volume 2 - Seventh Heaven - Family Secrets


She had really started the whole thing. That's why Lucy Camden
never felt guilty about what she was doing with her brother. They were
both teenagers, with all the natural urges and desires as should be. So
what if she was fucking him on a daily basis? It was so easy for her to
do this one little thing, and it made him happy. And even when the
middle Camden daughter was feeling to tired to romp, Simon had always
managed to sweet-talking his way into her pants.


It had all began when she let her own sexual impulses get the best
of her. Back then, she'd been sharing a room with Mary, and when her
big sister had left for school early one day to work on a science
project, Lucy had been overjoyed in her own solitude. Immediately her
fingers went to work furiously diddling the secret place she'd recently
discovered between her legs. The pubescent female lasted all of two
minutes before she erupted in a silent scream, pouring girl cream all
over her hot little hand.

Since all of her masturbatory experience had been confined to the
bathtub until now, she had no idea that orgasm was such a messy
activity. Although Lucy knew that Simon was probably in the shower now,
she couldn't bare to go down to breakfast with that tell-tale scent all
over her hands announcing to everyone that she was a slave to her
hormones. Despite the stern taboo about disturbing the privacy of other
family members, she would have to risk it.

Lucy crept down the hallway from her room, holding the musky
extremity behind her back lest anyone suddenly appear. At last
satisfied she was alone, the nervous girl jiggled the doorknob of the
bathroom door and vanished inside.

"Thank goodness we also have a rule about no locked doors..." she
thought with relief, feeling the accumulated steam fog her vision. The
curtain was a dark green, opaque enough to obscure either from seeing
the other, but she promptly sat on the toilet anyway. The tall sink
fixture was large enough to hiding her lower half from view just in
case, so she quickly went about her business without shame.

Shucking her pajamas to the ground, Lucy reached for the toilet
paper and lightly dabbed her soaked blonde curls. Her graceful pubes
were now dreadfully matted together, most unbecoming of a woman. With a
frown she continued, wrapping the tissue around her finger to voyage
ever-so-gently into her passage to clean the residual fluid from there
as well.

Satisfied with the appearance of her genitals, Lucy pulled her
bottoms up and held them to her waist, dropping the scented scrap into
the water below. And then, as she'd done a hundred times before, the
complacent teenager reached behind and flushed the bowl, completely
forgetting Simon was a few feet away under the cascading water.

Not even bothering to draw her pants closed, she turned towards the
faucet to cleanse her hands, onto to find a large, blurry object moving
towards her. Instinctively, she put up her hands to shield herself
before being tackled to the ground.

"LUCY!" he grimaced, his skin glowing red from the sudden influx of
hot water into the tub. As Simon got up on his elbows, his anger
dissipated as he gazed into her puzzled look with one of his own. He
could tell she realized he was naked, and that greatly turned him on.
The boy's scowl had quickly turned into jubilation once he realized her
unclothed thighs were pressing up against his. This was an opportunity
to let his hormones go wild and cop a feel of his shapely sis.

"Get off of me, Simon..." the young girl ordered, a peculiar
ticklish sensation on her rear preventing any further words from
forming. With growing concern, she realized her unsecured jammies had
fallen down in the tumble. It wasn't her pink nightclothes that his
morning wood was pressing against, but her naked crotch!

Feeling her golden fuzz tease the underside of his dick, Simon lost

all semblance of control. "No, stop it!" Lucy protested when his hands
began kneading her breasts through the thin shirt. "You... uhh... can't
do this!"

But Lucy's exposed vagina was more than enough to prod her brother
into the nether world of debauchery. Regardless of what would happen,
be it eternal contempt from his own sibling, banishment from the
family, or even prison, this was the first chance he'd ever had to
satisfy his primal desires. "I can't pass this up. he he thought,
looking down to where their nude forms met.

"Jesus, he's looking at my *pussy*!" Lucy's mind echoed, and she
tried to worm her hips out from under him. The motions, however, only
served to bringing the head of Simon's tool closer to his sister's pink
opening. Lucy started freaking out when she felt the crown pass her
clitoris, knowing there was nothing protecting her slit now. "You gotta
stop..." she pled, already feeling her flower opening wide. "It's not
right... you can't, you can't...!"

"Sorry, Luce." Simon answered plainly while looking at her panicked
eyes. "I can't help myself." Without any further delay, he slipped into
her flower to the hilt. Instantly feeling a full sensation rocket up
her pipes, the pinned female arched her back, shutting her eyes tight
and letting a low "unnhhhhhhhh" loose from her lips.

For a moment, the only sound echoing in the small room was the soft
patter of water hitting the ceramic tiles. Lucy simply stared at the
ceiling, trying to comprehend if what she thought had just happened
actually had. When Simon began to move inside her, she knew it was for
real.

"Oh, Jesus..." she groaned, acutely aware the rigid mass had
bottomed out inside her sensitive tunnel.

While part of her wanted to continue to resist his advances, Lucy
knew he didn't mean to hurt her. A virile teenager getting such an
opportunity... who could blame him? The more Simon stuffed her limber
quim, the less she felt like stopping him. The sheer exuberance on his
cherubic face, the musical grunts he emitted each time her fleshy walls
pulled at his prick... it all seemed like such a simple task now that
she thought about it. She just had to lie here on her back, and let him
enjoy something she was otherwise wasting.

"Just don't... finish... in there..." she asked politely,
innocuously peering down at the junction of their bodies.

"What?" Simon pronounced groggily, as if awaking from a stupor.
Looking on at her trusting face, now belatedly allowing his actions, he
could hold out no longer. Before any cognizant thought could spur him
to pull out, he was spreading his sticky seed all over her insides.
Lucy relaxed in a smile as his face contorted in bliss, knowing it was
her womanly endowments that were provoking him so.

"That looked like fun." Lucy said once he was done, petting her
baby brother's head as it rested on her chest.

"Oh, I'm so sorry..." Simon sputtered, craning his neck to gaze
directly at her. "It happened so fast, and I just couldn't..."

"It's allright..." Lucy said soothingly, unable to wipe the amused
grin off her face. "I'm not mad."

"Then do you think maybe we could... do it again?" he inquired
unabashedly, beaming as his partner blushed. "I wasn't able to help
myself... I needed it real bad. So, would you?"

"We'll see, Simon..." Lucy promised, pressing a finger to his lips.
But she already knew what her answer would be...

***

Coming home from school that same day, Lucy had barely stepped into
her bedroom before Simon barged in behind, brandishing his cock and a
felicitous grin.

"Please?" he implored desperately, his hands all over her hidden
curves. With no good reason not to, the elder Camden gave in, and the
two siblings bounced the bedsprings for a few passionate minutes. Once
again, Simon was unable to hold back, gasping as he filled Lucy with
thick, incestuous ropes of sperm.

"You're going to have to stop doing that!" she remarked with a
laugh when he pulled away. Red-faced, he quickly apologized and ducked
back into his own room, heaving her to clean up the mess. It was
actually easier this way, with no emotional attachment to the dirty
deed. She felt that as a growing boy, he needed some outlet for his
adolescent longings, and who was more suited to fulfill them needs than
someone so easily accessible?

Since that fateful day, they had settled into an unspoken schedule
of screwing at least three times daily, and more whenever it could be
squeezed in. First thing in the morning, Simon would creep into Lucy's
room and hastily have a go at her semi-conscious form while the
early-rising Mary was bathing. This was extremely enjoyable, for he
could always explode in her belly knowing that she would eventually be
able to douche once the bathroom was free. On more than one occasion,
however, they ran a little late, and she had to go to school with a
load of her brother's cream sloshing inside her panties.

As soon as the two were reunited after classes, Simon was once
again at work cajoling sex out of his sister. His endearing petitions
were always successful in procuring access to Lucy's genitals. Once
presented with her permission, of course, he ceased to plea and simply
stuck it to her golden-clad burrow until he felt better.

Simon at least *tried* to extract himself before climaxing in their
afternoon fuck session, so he could blow his load into the wad of
tissues Lucy always had ready on the nightstand. Many times, however,
the youngest Camden son simply couldn't do without the joy of orgasm in
his sibling's receptive womb. On those occasions, Lucy would sigh with
a "boys will be boys" look and start bucking her hips. It she was going
to have to deal with cleaning up her crotch, he might as well get a
good bang out of it.

After doing his thing, Simon would usually get up and give her a
quick peck on the cheek, as if she'd merely paid him a compliment.
That's all it was to him, a fun little thing boys and girls could do
that made him feel real nice. Sometimes he'd entrench his hold on their
relationship by muttering a quick "Thanks" or "Man, that was good!"
More often than not, he would simply up and leave until the next time
he got hard.

Nighttime was always a special treat, because the two lovebirds
could now use the privacy of the shower to do nasty things. That first
week, Simon arranged for he and Lucy to have the first and last showers
of the evening, so he could pump her privates twice. Their parents had
quickly become suspicious at their offspring's sudden interest in
bathing, though, and those interludes had to be cut back. Presently,
the system was to alternate each day which of them would sneak in for
hanky-panky.

If either was going to be busy that night, Lucy would casually
strip off all her garments and spread herself on the toilet, helping
Simon fuck her until she was leaking white goo. When endowed with more
time for naughty behavior, they would elaborately lather each other up
in the water before going at it, the assenting female placing her back
against the tile wall before letting Simon blast her silly. What she
really liked about getting laid after hours was that he would sometimes
play with her pert boobies while they coupled.

These rituals made up the bulk of the middle Camdens' sex life, and
the adolescents were only able to digress to more risque activities on
rare occasions. If Lucy was doing the laundry and Simon found out, he
would trot down to the basement, risking everything by bending her over
the appliance and having his way. On the weekends when the other family
members were more likely to be home, they had to get more creative,
stealing conjugal interludes in whatever corners of the home that could
be risked.

Simon's all-time favorite scenario came about on those rarest of
occasions when he and Lucy were totally alone. With a mischievous
glint, he would ask to do the thing that turned him on the most. She
never shied away, knowing how much it meant to him, and gladly peeled
off her clothing in the living room as her sibling did the same. When
they were both blissfully nude, he would mount her on the bare carpet,
rutting without restraint.

Doing the deed in such a public place brought the realization that
their perverse act was visible to anyone who might happen to look
through the windows. And of course, anyone who came home early would
not be able to help discovering them mid-coital. It was that fear that
excited him, and the titillating sight of Lucy having to cup her vagina
afterwards so as to not drip any evidence onto the carpet.

***

The pair had been going on like this for some time, including quite
a few close calls. Having just watched her new roommate Ruthie sashay
out the bedroom door for a pre-bedtime wash, Lucy thought she would
have at least a half hour of quiet to peacefully study for her biology
exam. But when she heard the door quickly open and shut again, the
middle child knew that was not to be.

"God, don't you ever give up?" she bemoaned from the bed, peeking
over her shoulder to watch her boundless brother approach.

"Not when I have such a willing sister..." the younger Camden
replied, laying on top of the prone female and playfully humping her
backside. "Come on," he asked nicely, giving her back an impromptu
massage. "One quickie and then I'll leave you alone."

"Yeah, until tomorrow!" Lucy snapped, smiling somewhat at the
throbbing mass rubbing over her butt. "Fine, then." she huffed with
perceptible annoyance. "Just hurry up before Ruthie gets back."

No sooner had she uttered consent than eager hands wrapped around
her waist, snapping her jeans open with practiced skill. As the weight
left her body, she extended her legs, allowing Simon to pull her to the
edge of the mattress so her behind hung over the edge. "Your favorite
position..." the reverend's daughter mused, feeling the blue material
slide off her delicate limbs.

Her panties were exposed now... a mere cotton garment with tiny
pink hearts sprinkled liberally about. While earlier on in the day she
would been wearing a frilly white thing over her privates, twice
accepting her brother's seed since dawn had forced her to switch to a
less elegant pair before going to sleep. Not that Simon cared, anyway.
He was still a fan of the ol' in-and-out, and never paid much attention
to her intimates.

With a soft "swish," the undies came down and he filled her passage
with the usual force. Even though Lucy had never had an orgasm from her
less-than-wholesome choice of partner, she couldn't deny that each time
her cunt enveloped his stiffy, her teenage loins reacted slightly.

As usual, their union did not last long. She lay there placidly
accepting his cock, her boobs brushing up against the inside of her
shirt with each jerk of her body. Simon was equally silent, focused on
spreading her ass apart so he could get at the puffy hole beneath.
Grunts and guttural noises became more frequent, and then he was
shooting his sis full of spunk, completely without fanfare.

"Ugh!" Lucy groaned, flipping around once he had left her. "You
didn't even try to pull out this time!" She looked down at her muff,
and the ooze flowing from her womanly door. "Now I'll have to stay like
this until Ruthie gets out."

"Well, I know how to pass the time..." Simon offered, the phrase
sounding peculiarly rehearsed.

"Oh yeah?" she answered with interest, holding her lower limbs wide
apart so the cum wouldn't seep onto her bedsheets. "Whatcha gonna do?"
She didn't seem the least bit embarrassed that she was still exposed,
even though the passion had passed.

The younger Camden lay on top of his sister, his pecker nestled in
her yellow fuzz. "I want to make you come, too..."

"Oh, Simon!" Lucy cooed. "You know I'm perfectly capable of doing
that myself!"

"That's not what I meant, Luce..." he persisted, leaning all the
way over to give her a kiss. Not the usual cheek-smooch, but a
full-blown, on-the-lips merging of their mouths. Lucy didn't physically
object, but was left trembling and confused when he stopped. He had
NEVER done that, and this was rapidly cracking the careful wall she'd
managed to build between what they were doing and being *lovers*.

Before her dizzy brain could formulate a response, Simon continued.
"I want to make you as happy as you make me."

"But, Simon..." Lucy stuttered as he pulled her up suddenly,
thoughts of eloping and pregnancy and that horrible word "incest"
flying about her consciousness. "I just... do this for you because you
need it. You can't be falling in love with your own sister!"

"Lucy..." he announced, pausing his crusade to drag her to the
door. "I already have." Then, as the preteen girl swooned, Simon
reached down, guiding himself to her wet box once again. His other hand
was already snaking under her shirt, rubbing the often-neglected nubs.
As the sensations built, this time from fingers other than her own,
Lucy knew this was what she wanted.

"Simon, make love to me..." Lucy gasped breathlessly, preparing for
their first mutual orgasm.


6/28/03 - VGSS
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