Seventh Heaven - Family Secrets

Television Guy's Sex Stories
Volume 3 - Seventh Heaven - "Busted"


Simon Camden ran up the stairs of his house, barely yelling a hello
to his mother in the kitchen before vanishing out of sight. He tossed a
heavy backpack into his room hurriedly, not even slowing down on the
way to the end of the hall where his sister Lucy would no doubt be
waiting.

When he creaked open the door, she was on top of her sheets in a
most unnatural position for any sibling to be caught - with a hand down
the front of a pair of jogging pants and merrily touching her privates.

"I missed you so much..." she said breathlessly when he entered,
immediately getting up and running over to him. Before he could get
more than a foot inside the room, she snaked her arms under his and
wrapped them around the back of his head, meeting his lips in a deep
kiss that was more erotic than either of their brothers and sisters
ever thought to share.

"What have you been doing today?" Simon asked curiously, sealing
the threshold behind him with a well-placed kick. He could already feel
her dragging him towards the bed, the pair slow-dancing over in an
endearingly amateur fashion.

"Besides playing with myself?" Lucy replied seductively, knowing
how much dirty talk turned her brother on. "Trying to forget how
annoying it is to leave for school without coming!"

Her words dawned on Simon in a moment, and he suddenly fell into a
deep expanse of woe. "I'm sorry Luce..." he apologized, holding her
womanly frame to him just a foot away from the bunk. His h wan wandered
up and down her back, eventually coming to rest on her exquisite
behind.

***

Ever since Lucy and Simon had come to terms with the fact that the
sex between them was no longer simply for pleasure and hinted at a
deeper love, their daily ritual had become clockwork in precision. On
school days, Mary would leave bright and early for basketball practice
at the school gym, leaving them just enough time to get it on before
Annie Camden came up to check that at least one of her teenagers in the
shower and maintaining some semblance of hygiene.

This morning, however, the careful routine had been shattered by an
odd happenstance. Simon, after using his watch alarm to wake up at the
usual time, strolled down the second-floor hallway into the room that
Mary and Lucy shared, which was happily vacant of any other siblings at
the time. Elated to see his sister still asleep, the blonde teenager
snuck into bed with her, snaking his hands under every part of his
partner's clothing to give her a very special wake-up.

Snuggling close, Lucy exchanged copious amounts of saliva with
Simon before rolling over on top of him. She hadn't rode his cock in
quite a while, and was in the mood for some especially deep dicking.
Without even bothering to remove her underwear entirely, she simply
lowered the waistband enough for him to stick it in, and then began
sliding up and down, her delicate box dripping more and more with each
passing second.

They humped for only a few minutes, slowly so as not to creak the
bedsprings, and quietly so their parents wouldn't know their two
darling angels were screwing like bunnies. Having woken up with his
usual morning wood, Simon didn't take long to cum, sending his seed all
the way inside Lucy's waiting belly. He was a much more considerate
lover than his past self, however, and took it upon himself to try and
stimulate his sis even more, so she could shake and tremble with orgasm
as well.

Lucy was just about to cream all over her brother's lap, his hands
locked on her apricot-sized breasts, when the sound of the door opening
shocked them both into near heart-attacks. She immediately fell flat
onto Simon's sweaty chest, her own torso almost bursting with fright.

The duo was lucky to have engaged in their hanky panky completely
under the covers. When Annie opened the door to bring in a fresh load
of laundry, she was flabbergasted at what she thought she saw - her
daughter on her knees apparently diddling "down there" with practiced
hands.

Being much more reserved about self gratification than her preacher
husband, especially since she had often done the same thing at a
teenager, (and whenever Eric stayed at work too late) Annie stopped
herself from saying anything. It was too late to escape unnoticed,
however, because Lucy had already discovered she'd been caught.

"Ohmygod, Mom!" she cried out in fright, turning a hot and flushed
face. She was panicked now, imagining what it would be like to be
thrown out of the house before she could even say "incest."

But to her great relief, Annie simply collected herself, muttered
something quick about resolving to knock from now on, and made an
about-face. It took several seconds for the children to pull themselves
together, and Simon made a hasty retreat back to his own room as soon
as he could. For Lucy, though, it was too late to rectify the
situation. Even if she'd mounted the bedpost and started pounding away,
her brain was too fluttered from the scare to even consider allowing
any stimulation to build.

***

"I know how much you need it now..." Simon said, lowering his
sister to the sheets. "But what did mom said after I left? Did she know
we were doing it?"

"She thought I was fingering myself." Lucy bemoaned, rolling her
head back on the comforter. "We had a talk when I came home. Looks like
it's okay to frig myself because it'll keep boys from putting their
dinkeys in my boompy."

Simon had to smirk at that. Not only from his sibling's use of
their babyish words for each other's genitals, but from simple humor in
the fact that the entire family was still blissfully unaware their
offspring were gleefully engaging in a life of squalor.

"So..." he began temptingly, putting a hand between Lucy's legs and
rubbing forcefully. "Ready to finally get off?"

"If you don't fuck me right now..." Lucy threatened mockingly,
shoving one of his fingers right into her clit. "I'm might just bend
over for Happy."

"Watch what you wish for..." Simon warned, baring her bottom with a
sweep of his hand. "Or I might just arrange it some day!"

After letting Lucy snap the buttons on his jeans, Simon brought his
briefs down, only managing to reach his knees before the urge to mate
with his genealogical twin caught up. He plunged into her wet quim up
to the hilt, pausing only to lock his arms on the bed next to his
sister's shoulders. Once settled, he began giving it to her hard and
fast, Lucy's yellow-clad orifice swallowing his rod with astonishing
ease.

"Oooh, yeah!" she grunted, feeling her libido fire up once again.
"I think I'm going to come already!"

True to her word, the limber middle Camden sister tensed up after
only a few strokes, wrapping her legs around Simon's pistoning ass to
keep herself steady. "Do you feel it?" she inquired woozily, already
fuddled from the fireworks exploding in her crotch. "It feels like I'm
peeing all over you..." she garbled, falling into a trance-like state
as her body sailed off into oblivion.

Even as Simon was wildly bucking hips with his very own sis, he
could feel her teenage fluids pouring out of her cavernous hole. The
scented juice coated his stiff member and leaked from her pussy every
time he withdrew for another jab, drenching both their legs and the
formerly fresh linens.

"Geez, you really exploded..." Simon commented cognitively, looking
down at his content mate. Her breasts were heavily mightily from the
orgasm, fighting the constriction Lucy's revealing tee shirt imposed.
He lay his head on her chest, the feeling of her boobs pressing on his
cheek making his cock jerk inside his sister's soaked vagina.

"Mmm..." was all she could respond with, sighing agreeably as she
felt the first spurts of Simon's love enter her starving tunnel. Inner
walls soaking up the influx of semen with the carefree effort only
nature could provide, Lucy's suspirations changed tones with each spasm
of the five-inch mass embedded in her womb. At last finished, her
brother reluctantly pulled out, noticing the proof of their encounter
running out between her legs at an alarming rate.

"Don't stand up too fas" h" he cautioned, lifting Lucy's panties
back up her thighs to catch the gobs of sperm before they soiled the
rug. "You'll get it all over the carpet..." he added matter-of-factly,
turning around to answer a nagging ring in the back of his head.

All thoughts instantly drained away as his eyes made contact with
the doorway. The barrier, which they had forgotten to lock, was
half-open, and standing inside with her hand on the knob was their
little sister Ruthie. She had an expression of abject shock plastered
all over her sweet face.

***

"Sorry, guys." she sputtered incoherently, taking one last look at
Lucy lying on her back and the slimy worm dangling from Simon's waist
before backing out of the room, closing the door solidly.

"OH SHIT!" Lucy burst out, pulling her pants up while struggling to
stand. "How much do you think she saw?"

"What else did she need to see?" Simon answered glumly, looking
down at his exposed manhood before tucking it back inside his jeans.

"Do you think she understood?" his sister asked, reason obviously
fraying.

"She's twelve already, Luce." he continued plainly, running a hand
through his sparse hair. "I mean, when I was her age I was already
stealing your panties from the hamper and whacking off in them."

"You *what*?" Lucy quipped sharply, throwing him a miffed glance.

"Never mind..." Simon ran on, all too happy to change the subject.
He'd planned to let them slip during their lovemaking one day, but in
the harsh light of the current situation, it seemed perverse even by
*their* standards.

"Do you think I should talk to her?" the blonde Camden girl
wondered out loud, casting a worried look to the hall. "You know she
can't keep a secret."

"Yeah..." he agreed quickly, glad to find some bit of logic to
latch on to. "But she's still mad at you for telling mom about that boy
in school."

"He was grabbing her in the hallway!" Lucy shot back angrily, not
caring that she was running off the subject. "I was only..."

"Look, I'll see if I can calm her down." Simon finished, making up
his mind. "Besides, how much more trouble can we get into?"

***

His face burning a bright crimson from embarrassment, the younger
Camden son turned the doorknob to the room he shared with Ruthie. For a
split second, his mind wandered back to a fight he'd once overheard
between his mom and dad.

Eric had been arguing that Ruthie was getting too old to sleep in
the same room as one of her brothers, which actually made sense on a
whole lot of levels. The mere chance of being caught hadn't stopped him
from peeking, especially since Lucy hadn't been putting out back then.
Often, he'd deliberately walk in while his raven-haired little sister
was undressing, enduring the annoyed huff she'd give him before
covering up. She was an untidy sleeper, more often than not ending up
with the bedspread on the floor many mornings and treating her brother
to the sight of a pair of panties that had ridden all the way up her
crotch during the night.

Annie was countering that Mary and Lucy were hard pressed for space
as it was, and it would be unfair for them to slight Matt by taking
away his own solitude. With obvious restraint, her husband finally
relented, vowing that if he caught anything funny going on, Simon would
be sleeping in the basement until he turned eighteen. If only the
prudish minister had known his offspring was sneaking glances of her
developing body at every chance, the blonde boy would've grown up quite
differently.

Now that he was confronting Ruthie about what she'd seen,
desperately thinking of a way to explain that what he and Lucy were
doing wasn't wrong, (and none of her business) he realized what had
probably pressed his father to push for Ruthie to move out. She'd
always been a daddy's girl, and this had been one of the few times he
hadn't come through for her. The question was, of course, would she
take such a petty argument to the next level by telling on them and
risk breaking up the family?

"Hi, Ruthie." he said nonchalantly, determined to find out.

"I guess I know why you've been waking up early every morning." the
younger girl replied curtly. She didn't look angry, at least. That was
a start.

"There's no way around it..." Simon faltered, struggling for the
right words. He knew what he wanted to express, but somehow mere
language seemed inadequate to describe such powerful feelings. "Lucy
and I are in love."

"But you can't..." his sister replied in disarray. "I mean, you're
related! How could you let something like that just..."

"Sometimes you can't help it, Ruth." he answered calmly, walking
over to the lace frame mattress she was resting on. Ruthie looked at
him, unsure of his intentions, but quickly relented. Moving aside, she
made room for him to sit beside her. Simon did so in the most friendly
way possible, setting down on the opposite side of the bed.

There was thick silence for a few seconds, each heavily in thought.
In all the trails the Camden family had to face, this was undoubtedly
the most grievous, simply because the three who knew what was going on
could not afford the luxury of going to anyone else for advice. They
would have to solve it on their own.

"How did you... know?" Ruthie asked inquisitively, displaying the
first hint of acceptance. Simon balked inwardly at her question,
though. Walking in on two people in the Act was one thing, but asking
them about it was a bit uncomfortable.

"It just happened." he tried to explain helpfully, but knowing more
would be required for her to consent to her siblings' intimacy. He had
to explain why sex was such an important part of their relationship
without grossing out Ruthie. "We found out we could make each other
feel good..." he continued, interrupting himself with a cough. "With
our bodies. And then we decided it was love."

"I think I get it now." Ruthie said slowly, a trace of anger ir
r
voice.

"You do?" her brother asked with a little excitement, wondering if
the matter was cleared up.

"Yeah." she snapped, turning to him with a furious look. "Lucy
snitches when I let a boy do things that aren't even that bad, and all
the time she's going all the way with you!"

"That's not how it is!" Simon said rapidly, a little flustered.
"She was trying to look out for you. That guy was bad news."

"So?" Ruthie demanded, hands on her hips. "What if I didn't care?
What if I just wanted to feel like... a big girl?" The blonde Camden
noticed for the first time what could be a tinge of his sister's sexual
desire. This was his chance, not only to smooth things over, but to
assuage her growing feelings of frustration at the type of lifestyle
their parents had cordoned off for the five kids.

"You can..." he replied slowly, turning to her to gauge the
expression on her face. He wanted to push, but not too hard. "Just like
me and Lucy."

Color suddenly returned to Ruthie's face, and Simon knew this was
it. This was his chance to mend everything, and she was obviously not
entirely repelled by the idea.

"But, it's wrong, isn't it?" she asked quietly, almost in a
whisper.

"No." Simon answered firmly, scooting over to her. Slowly, he put
his arm around her shoulder in the most brotherly fashion he could
muster. Ruthie didn't even flinch at the motion. "Besides, since when
do you listen blindly to things other people say without making your
own decision?"

Ruthie choked a giggle, wiping a stray tear from her eye. An
intense feeling of alleviated looked to have come over her, washing
away years of religion's brainwashing. "You think I'm... pretty
enough?" she asked softly, clasping the hand tossed over her neck. "To
do those things?"

"You're my sister, Ruthie." n ren replied, pulling her towards him.
"That means I love you regardless. But if you must know, you're so
beautiful I've been dreaming about this moment for years." With that,
he brought her mouth to his, and sealed any more questions.

She didn't seem to know how to return the favor at first, but
quickly caught on. Soon, she was thrusting her tongue into his mouth
like he was doing, eager to absorb as much knowledge as he was prepared
to impart. Ruthie didn't even bat an eye when Simon's arm moved further
down her body, from her shoulders to blossoming chest. In fact, she'd
wanted someone to touch her there sin since her classmate had been
made to stop. There was still the same rush of sensations as when he
did it, but now it was accompanied by an entirely new feeling, this one
down below her hips.

"Simon..." she gasped, raising her neck as her brother's nose
nuzzled it upwards. He bht hht his lips to her exposed skin, kissing
each uncovered inch with almost painful deliberation. When he reached
halfway down to her twin mounds, he pulled his sis' shirt away ever so
slightly, venturing in just far enough to tease her. It worked like a
charm. Ruthie absolutely liquefied under his ministrations, falling
back onto a pillow with a dreamy stare.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked courteously,
remembering how he hadn't given Lucy the same choice before stuffing
her all those months ago in the family bathroom.

"Yes." Ruthie responded, nodding her head. Lifting her arms, she
allowed Simon to pull the white tee over her head. Like Lucy, she wore
no bra, but only because her boobs were not yet developed enough to
require one.

"I know they're not as big..." she said dolefully, looking down at
the bumps that barely protruded around her nipples.

"They're perfect." Simon insisted, leaning down over his trembling
sister. With the utmost grace, he took one of her modest globes in a
caressing hand, cupping the svelte flesh with a practiced touch.

"That feels nice!" she chimed in appreciatively, smiling loosely as
her nipples hardened under her sibling's foreplay. Her body had been
craving this for as long as the first erotic longings had surfaced.
Now, it seemed her tiny frame could barely contain the excitement
coursing through her veins.

After spending a few minutes on her small tits, Simon expanded to
the entire torso, rubbing down her body with warm, soothing finesse. He
could feel her shoulders and sides relax immediately as his tender
digits passed over her exposed skin, knowing that her compliance was
only ensuring they would soon be doing wonderful things together.

Finally satisfied that she was ready to bear her slit, Simon
casually reached down and flicked the button on her kakhi shorts, the
sudden breeze on her lower abdomen drawing a startled gasp from Ruthie.
She did not object at all, though, even knowing that he was going to
see her *thing* soon. Emboldened, Simon slid away from her, bringing
his face inches away from his sister's crotch.

His yearning eyes watched with great desire as the skimpy trunks
were removed, bringing Ruthie's flowery-pink panties into view.
Although they were not stained with any fluid, (as Lucy's would've been
by this point) the familiar smell of a woman in heat wafted up from
inside his baby sister's legs.

"I can't believe you're doing this..." she droned in amazement,
watching as her brother nestled his face into her barely-covered crack.
Simon took deep whiffs of her scent, prodding the fabric with his lips
to coax more from her vestal sanctum.

Then, while the youngest Camden was still peering down with misty
eyes, she could distinctly feel the waistband of her cotton undies
being folded over. Simon was taking them off, the last barrier of her
chastity.

With more deliberation than he'd ever mustered, the blonde teenager
repeatedly folded the top of his youthful mate's panties down, heart
beating ever faster are more of the forbidden valley was revealed. He
was astounded to find a light fuzz of curly black hairs decorating her
pubic mound, but not nearly enough to hide the childish puffs of
Ruthie's vulva.

Left with only a ring of the fragrant material, Simon let it glide
down his sister's shapely legs, the garment falling to the ground only
with the help of a twiddle from Ruthie's stark feet, which had somehow
been self-stripped while he was focused on her upper half.

Simon let his gaze roam lustfully up and her completely naked body,
absorbing the sight before getting straight down to business. Before
the curly-haired female could even react, he parted her downy lips and
let his tongue run the entire length of her immature snatch. Ruthie let
out an abrupt shout, never having felt such intense gratification, and
then quickly grabbed a pillow from behind and stuffed it over her face,
moaning in an acutely lascivious fashion.

The shocks of sweet heaven bursting from her femininity were
absolutely incredible. She realized with the deepest of embarrassment
that even had she been able to control her grunts long enough to remove
the cushion and inspect what Simon was doing to her private parts, the
sheer exhilaration would probably elicit a scream that would alert the
entire household to their sordid escapade.

So, letting loose with a heartening gasp every few seconds, the
tiny girl continued to lay back and enjoy what was happening, her
clitoris nearly exploding with happiness. By now, her brother had moved
on from merely slipping his wonderful tool through her nether valley,
and was delightfully sampling her sweet nectar from the source,
piercing her holy opening with forceful energy.

Even though his own genitals were still tucked away, tense with
anticipation, Simon resisted the urge to make anything less than half
an effort towards his baby sis' first oral climax. He'd performed the
same deed on Lucy a few times, and had gotten quite good from the
experience, but was not able to practice as often as he'd liked. After
all, Ruthie's elder sibling was a whole-hearted cock slave, almost
never settling for anything less than a stick prick up her twat.

Ruthie, however, had no knowledge of such joys, since she'd only
purposefully bared her vagina to the one boy lying between her thighs.
To the young juvenile, this was the highest plane of existence, and she
owed it all to an act that had been described as sinful more times than
could be counted.

"Can't be... wrong.." she uttered gutturally, starlight streaming
into her soul from above. At the moment her determination poured out,
blending in with the groans being muffled by the pillow, the flame in
her nether organs erupted with hitherto unreached intensity.
"Nothing..." she thought wildly, struggling to remain coherent as the
powerful force swept through her. "That feels this wonderful can be
bad..."

Compared to Lucy, Simon's younger partner was a real gusher when
orgasm began to rock her diminutive frame. At first he thought she had
started to pee on him - the extensive amount of fluid squirting from
her pure folds was nearly too voluminous to be believable. By the first
taste of her fresh cream, though, he knew it was the same liquid that
her older sis spewed every day.

While his tender lover continued to flood his boyish features with
girl-come, he attempted to lap up the mess as best as possible. Still,
Ruthie's deluge of graciousness at the ecstasy he'd presented her was
simply too vast to deal with, and the bulk of her intoxicating perfume
leaked out anyway, engulfing the bedsheets in a growing puddle.

Heaving for breath, Ruthie seemed to have passed out from her
ordeal, thin limbs desperately grasping the pillow. Simon cleared it
away triumphantly, looking down at an angelic face thankful beyond
words. Once again he lay down on top of her, not at all minding the
sweat and juice that was soaking his clothes. His young sibling
responded halfheartedly to his advances on her oral passage, still
breathing raggedly from climax.

"Are we... going to do it now?" She asked questioningly, as if
asking him to decide. Her zealous mate had already lowered his jeans in
preparation, his tool growing at the thought of deflowering another.
Already she could detect the head pressing against her puberty, the
bulbous knob nearly halfway inside.

"You don't want to?" Simon replied sadly, the same worries echoing
in his mind. He could tell Ruthie would be unbelievably tight, and the
testing jerks he made towards her dark tunnel were being easily
thwarted. It would take a great deal of effort to force her virgin
walls open enough to fuck property, and of course she would have to
deal with a popped cherry. Neither would be a proper end to what had so
far been an unparalleled occurance.

"I don't think I'm ready yet..." she continued, equally sorry to
leave him unfulfilled, but not enough to offer sexual favors of her own
accord.

"Of course." her brother replied steadfastly, grunting in effort to
stuff his prick back inside his clothes. "I won't rush you."

"You can ask Lucy to..." the little girl paused, looking for the
right phrase. "Finish you off, right?"

"Yeah, she'd be happy to!" Simon added with a forced grin, letting
several lengthy moments pass before he rose up.

"It was amazing, Simon..." she cooed, watching him but making no
motion to cover her still-uncovered privates. "Can we do this anytime
now?"

"Whenever you want." he answered, this time flashing a genuine
grin. "Just make sure you cover up so mom doesn't see what we've been
at."

"I know!" Ruthie giggled, looking at the love stains she'd left.
"It looks like I wet myself..."

"You did, Ruth." he responded charmingly, running his finger across
her drenched lips and licking the goo off the end. "And I can't wait to
see it happen again."

***

"Jesus, what have you been doing?" Lucy asked interrogatively,
noticing her beau reeking with the odor of sex the moment he returned.

"Fixing it so that our nosy little sis won't interrupt us anymore."
Simon replied calmly, projecting his crotch to amplify the large bulge
concealed within. "Care to take advantage of it?"

"You bet!" the blonde teen spat out, her demeanor changing
instantly. "Want me to play the Bad Altar Girl?" she asked coyly,
referring to one of the many roleplaying scenarios the pair had
recently delved into.

"Not if it means I have to wait for you to swipe an alb from dad's
office." Simon said, leading his sister by the hand to the hallway.
"I'm going to give it you so hard you'll never stop coming!"

"Ooh, I can barely hold out!" Lucy snickered, following behind as
they made their way to the basement.

***

True to his word, Simon had sprung one of the most memorable fucks
his well-endowed lover had ever experienced. As soon as they entered
the cool, dark cellar, he conducted her over towards one of the new-age
couches Matt had since relegated to storage. All cushion and no
springs, it was perfect for lovesincsincsince no telltale sounds would
reach any of the other family members. They had used it on multiple
occasions before in a variety of positions. Lucy absolutely loved to
decorate the armrest with her shapely buttocks, letting Simon plow her
from behind. Other times, she would straddle him on the padding and
ride her brother's meat pole for until they were both happy.

But the incestuous duo had never used the aged furnishing for
straight-up grinding, nestled in the cleft between the cushions. When
her brother pulled her bottoms down, doing the same to himself while
collapsing onto the sofa, she was almost fearful of his sudden
insistence. None the more, though, than when his raging cock shot right
up her quivering hole.

With her pants only halfway down her thighs, just low enough for
him to get at her secretive delights, it took a bit for his shaft to
find its way. Once he was inside her belly, though, he fucked his
sister with such ferocity the dainty minister's daughter found herself
at loss for words, her mouth gaping open in a silent scream. She was
sure that if his rod were to miss at this pace, it would probably snap
in half.

After eating Ruthie out, Simon was so horny that he had no choice
but to ram his cock into Lucy as hard as he could, slamming their hips
together so hard that it was a miracle no one heard the racket
upstairs. A long way from protesting, the blonde adolescent let out her
emotion the only way possible - by crying tears of joy as she came
again and again, the repeated climaxes dulling the ravaging her brother
was causing her fragile flower.

Simon was beaming when it was over, his partner hugging tight and
whispering tired appreciation for the most memorable screwing ever. Not
once did she come to ponder what had transformed her mate, for it
would've been clear that her little brother was thinking about immature
Ruthie while he made love to, wondering what it would feel like to
break her virgin pussy in.

Once the youngest Camden son knew his lover was into rough sex, he
was only able to give it to his obliging sister once a day in order to
let her bruised and battered vagina heal. Lucy totally loved the new
routine, though. Even though they coupled less than before, she was
able to come twice as often under the sheer violence of her brother's
hammering. The only question she had left, then, was what Simon was
going to do when she was too sore to accommodate him?


7/27/03 - VGSS
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