pleasure which filled her.
Then she relaxed.
She peered into the room again. Her mother's eyes were closed in postorgasmic bliss, but they had to open soon. After all, her mother had left all the lights on downstairs.
Slowly, cautiously, Cathy closed the door and went back to her room.
Cathy's mother had admitted to her girlfriends, the night that Cathy eavesdropped, that was the night her older brother Jimmy was conceived.
Cathy had been born two years later.
In her room once more, she tried to study. But she was too hot and horny. She couldn't. She felt the need to frig herself again.
'You're gonna go crazy!' she said to herself in the mirror.
She couldn't believe the wild tumult that coursed through her.
Cathy walked away from the mirror, with her cunt itching, and went back to her studying.
About an hour later, she heard her brother come in. She gasped.
What bothered her the most was, did she close her parents' door? She was pretty sure she had, but she decided to check.
If her brother caught her checking, she could always tell him she was going down to raid the refrigerator.
She walked cautiously out of her room, and down the hall to her parents' room. Good, she thought, she had closed the door.
The noises behind the door still had the same wild sound.
Could they have really kept it up that long?
Cathy couldn't resist it. Listening carefully, she heard her brother's footsteps going toward the kitchen.
He was going to raid the refrigerator himself, which would keep him busy for awhile. Cathy opened the door again, and this time she gasped.
As she looked wide in awe, she saw her mother's legs wide apart, her knees raised. Her father was between her mother's legs, and he was munching on her pussy.
Cathy had no idea that it could be done. She remembered once having tried to lick her own pussy, but she couldn't get her head down between her legs.
Her father's tongue made wet sucking noises as it probed into her mother's womanhood. Cathy felt the desperate rush of pleasure course through her.
She felt as if her house were reeking with sex, which was no help to the over-active, ardent young teenager.
Even her brother suddenly appeared to be an attractive possibility to the desperate Cathy.
Her mother was still moaning sexily.
'Oh, your tongue, Bob, it feels so good, ohh, lick it, honey. Lick my snatch.'
As Cathy watched through the partially opened door, she saw her father's tongue licking up his wife's juices. He seemed to enjoy doing it, and her mother was obviously in ecstasy.
Cathy's pussy meat tingled. She sighed and closed the door again, not wanting to be discovered spying.
How could she study tonight when her blood was in a turmoil? She decided that maybe she did need something to eat.
She went back to her room, to put on her bathrobe, mostly to cover the rapidly spreading stain in her pajamas, and went downstairs again, and out to the kitchen.
Her brother looked like her father, tall, dark, and handsome. To Cathy he was always the most handsome boy in the world, and her pussy continued to cream. Her sexual ardor was such that she had not yet acquired any sexual discrimination.
'Hi, Sis,' Jimmy smiled, looking fondly at his delectable sister.
His quick gaze to her tits did not escape the overwrought Cathy's attention. Cathy had heard that making it with a brother was incest, and that it was monstrously wrong.
Her parents had never told her that. She had heard it from her friends in school. Cathy was so overwhelmed by her libidinous thoughts, that she didn't even dare to kiss her brother.
He was pouring milk.
'Want some?'
She nodded. He frowned at her.
'You have an awful funny look on your face. What's the matter?'
Cathy shrugged, and sat down at the kitchen table, as Jimmy got another glass and poured her some milk.
'Did you have a nice time?' she asked.
Her brother's rakish grin did nothing to dispel the sexual aura she sensed about him. She knew Jimmy wasn't a virgin, because one day she had caught him reading girlie magazines.
He had hidden the magazines, and she had got angry, her curiosity thwarted.
'Why can't I look at them?' she demanded, irately.
'Because you're too young. And anyway, you're still a virgin. You shouldn't look at stuff like that.'
Cathy's eyes had widened.
'You mean you're not?'
Her brother looked at her superciliously. 'Of course I'm not. I'm sixteen.'
'Is that when you're supposed to do it?'
'Yeah, I guess, if you meet the right girl.'
'Well, I'm gonna meet the right guy soon.'
Her brother had sprung out of the bed, furious, and grabbed her by her shoulders. He shook her.
'You damn straight better wait, Cathy, or I'll kill you and the boy.'
'Why? I'm old enough!'
'No you're not.'
Cathy had subsided in frustration, resigned to being bossed by her mother and her father, and now her older brother.
'I don't think I can wait that long,' she had said.
'You better!' her brother warned her, pushing her roughly out of the room.
'Hey! Are you with it?'
Cathy snapped back to the present, and stared at her brother. 'Yeah,' she said defensively.
'Boy, you look like a love-sick cow,' Jimmy had teased.
'Well, I'd like to know what you look like!' she demanded.
Jimmy laughed, and pulled out some cake, cutting a piece for himself, and one for his sister.
Cathy had to hand it to him! It didn't matter how aggravating he got.
He always looked out for her.
'Where are Mom and Dad.'
Cathy turned away momentarily to hide the blush that crept into her face.
'I don't know,' she lied. 'Aren't they in the living room?'
'No.'
'But all the tights are on!'
Jimmy laughed, his voice husky. 'I know where they are.'
'Where?' Cathy demanded.
'In bed.'
'Without turning off the lights?'
Jimmy stuffed a piece of cake in his mouth, and nodded.
'There are times when you don't turn off the lights,' he said, sagely.
'I don't know what that means,' Cathy said.
'Oh, you'll find out!' her brother promised. 'You're too young now.'
'No, I'm not!' Cathy exclaimed, pushing the cake away. She was too sexually aroused to eat. Her stomach churned lazily in her belly.
