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Hostage Crisis

The sound outside my bedroom’s big window woke me from my deep sleep. I could hear the wind howling down the chimney, and the occasional crack of a tree limb yielding to the storms gale. I didn’t know what time it was, but knew I’d been to sleep for a while because the semen I’d shot on my pajamas much earlier, at bedtime, was now dried. I the stiffness of the soft cotton fabric, and my young cock began to stir again. I was at the age where it didn’t take much at all to make me horny and hard.

My sixteen year old sister, Sarah, was sleeping in her room next to mine. As I carefully walked down the dark hall past her room, I heard the unmistakable creaking sound of our old back door. I thought it was my Dad checking on the noise I’d heard, and proceeded down the hall to the family room into which the back door opened.

It was dark, and the storm blew even harder as it began to rain. I finally found the light switch, but for some reason the lights did not come on. I could see Dad’s outline against the window only briefly when the storm’s lightning bolts illuminated the back yard.

“Daddy” I called out, “I’m scared!”

He didn’t respond, but walked toward me in the darkness. When he was only a step away, I realized that the man wasn’t my Dad at all! I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. I was so frightened.

The man grabbed me and, holding my arms behind me, he stuffed some sort of rag into my open mouth. He quickly bound my hands behind my back with Velcro straps. I could feel the soft whiskers of his beard on my neck as he held me from behind. He said nothing as he disappeared into the darkness.

Through the sounds of the wind and the rain and the lightning, I could hear my Mom moaning loudly. I had heard her moan like this many times before, as I often stood outside my parent’s thin bedroom door while she and Dad had sex. On many occasions I pumped my young cock up and down while standing there in the hall outside their door, listening to the excitement of their sex.

Mom is very vocal. I think she gets all excited when she is telling Daddy what to do.

“Fuck me, Tom!” Mom said, almost screaming. “Fuck me hard with that big fat cock of yours. Put it deep inside me. That’s it, oh yes baby! That’s it! Fuck me, honey. Fuck me hard!”

My cock always grew stiff listening to her commands to Dad.

I would usually pump with my right hand while teasing and tugging at my scrotum with my left, all the while listening to the rhythm of their bodies slapping together. The longer they went at it, the louder the slapping noise became, probably due to the wetness created by Dad’s perspiration and Mom’s pussy juice. I know Mom makes a lot of juice, because I’ve inspected her soaking-wet panties on a number of occasions after I knew she had had sex.

I would continue to pump my cock until I was ready to explode, arching my back and rocketing my hot cum up on my chest. Sometimes, when I hadn’t cum for a whole day, my warm sticky fluid even shot up past my chin, some of it landing on my cheeks and lips. Like my Mom, I moaned loudly when I got excited, and especially when my hard young dick shot its cum. Often times I would bring myself off two or even three times while Dad was pounding into Mom. I never worried about Mom or Dad hearing me because they were so loud themselves.

But now I was scared, too scared to become aroused by the sounds of their love making. The stranger had left me bound in the family room while he walked to the same bedroom door where I had shot my cum so many times before. I couldn’t tell for sure what was going on, but suddenly, Mom’s moans ceased and I could hear my Dad’s muted shouting.

It seemed like an eternity. All was silent, except for the occasional thunder, the wind, and the rain continuing its musical pelting on the family room’s glass windows. Then I again heard that familiar creak of the back door again. I could just barely make out the outline of another person entering our house, a much smaller person carrying a duffel bag by its shoulder strap. From her thin silhouette I could see long flowing hair down her back, and quite large breasts protruding from the front of her tall slender frame.

“In here, Lisha” the deep male voice sounded from my parents’ bedroom. “I’ve got them all tied up and ready” he said. I wondered what in the world he had gotten my parents ready for. I was even more scared now that I knew my parents couldn’t help us. The lady, whom I now assumed to be Lisha, disappeared around the corner toward the master bedroom.

Soon after disappearing around the corner, I watched as Lisha retured, crossing the family room to where I was standing. She lit a candle on the fireplace mantle behind me. She smelled sweetly of a fresh bath and a light touch of perfume, her soft hair brushing my face as she came around in front of me.

“My my, sweet boy, what have we here?” she questioned as she firmly held my half-hard penis in her hand. “Did it excite you to hear your Mommy getting pounded by your old man? Your cock is so big for such a young man.”

She reached inside my pajamas and softly fondled my growing penis. She smiled sweetly as she kissed me lightly on the cheek, rubbing my cock up and down with her small hand.

“I’ll bet you are a nasty little boy” she said. “That wasn’t the first time you listened to your parents fuck, was it?”

I stood there motionless, looking down, not wanting to answer her question. She squeezed my dick hard, and slapped me firmly with her free hand.

“Answer me, you little pervert” she demanded.

My cheek stung from her slap, and I nodded my head up and down in order to avoid any more of Leisha’s punishment.

“That’s better” she said as she gave my cock a couple of quick pumps before abruptly removing her hand from my pj’s. “Be absolutely quiet so that I won’t have to punish you again” she commanded as she led me across the room to my parent’s bedroom

Both my mom and my dad were bound with their hands in front of them, blindfolded, and gagged with white washcloths. Dad was naked, and sat in one of our kitchen chairs beside the bed. His feet were bound to the legs of the chair, the yellow light of the candles dancing across his smooth bare chest.

I still had a raging hard on, and seeing my mother’s full breasts and hardened nipples did nothing to alleviate it. She was sitting up on the bed, resting her back on several, her legs spread wide by straps secured to the footpost corners of the bed. I could see the fluid oozing from her pussy as it occasionally glistened in the candlelight.

The man soon appeared in the doorway with Sarah, my sixteen year old sister, dressed in only a short t-shirt that barely covered her young, but growing, firm breasts. I could see her nipples protruding through the yellow fabric of the shirt, her hands bound like mine behind her back, her eyes shielded by the same type of black blindfold as adorned my parents. The man led her in front of me, then raised her shirt and motioned for me to suck her breasts.

“Be absolutely silent or else bad things will happen to your little pervert cock” Leisha whispered in my ear as she took the gag from my mouth and pushed my head toward Sarah’s breasts.

My mouth was dry from the gag, but soon the hardness of her nipples and the softness of her flesh had my oral juices flowing again. I licked slowly and softly as I circled her dark aereola. My sister’s nipple grew even harder, me sucking it, her moaning softly when I nibbled it lightly between my teeth. Leisha, standing behind me, reached around me with both arms and began touching Sarah’s pussy with her soft hands. Sarah moaned louder now as I could hear Leisha’s fingers squishing in and out of my sister’s wet pussy.

My cock was itching to be touched. I moved forward until it was against Sarah’s leg. Moving my body up and down to pleasure my hard shaft, I continued to suck her young tit.. Leisha, after removing her shirt, pressed her firm breasts against my back as she massaged Sarah with her fingers.

“She’s good and hot now” Leisha whispered in my ear. “Listen to how wet your sister’s cunt is as I slurp my hand in and out of her. Suck her hard, little brother. Suck your sister’s nipple hard in your hot little mouth” she commanded, still whispering in my ear.

Sarah moaned even louder, her inhibitions giving way to the pleasure we were giving her. Her hips bucked against Leisha’s hand and my cock was pressing on her thigh. I knew my parents could hear her moans, but they could do nothing about it. Sarah, of course, was unaware of who was pleasuring her and the fact that our parents were listening to her moans. She began bucking harder, moaning louder, Leisha pumping her faster and with more intensity.

Loud moaning must be in our genes, because Sarah was every bit as loud as my mom, even though she had a gag in her mouth. I think my dad sensed what might be happening with his daughter because he began to make grunting sounds through his gag.

Sarah’s muted moans grew louder and louder as I felt her buck against Leisha’s hand squishing in and out of her.

“Cum, you hot little bitch” Leisha yelled at Sarah. “Make that hot little pussy of yours cum, Sarah. Oh, that’s it, honey! Push against my hand! Push hard as I fuck your tight little cunt with my hand.”

The washcloth gagging Sarah fell to the floor. “Mmmmmmm, oh my!” Sarah cried. “Fuck me with your hand., please fuck me. Please! Oh, yes, please! Fuck me harder! Fill my cunt with your hand, Leisha. Fuck me hard with your hand.”

Leisha continued her assault on my sister’s pussy, pumping her hand in and out of her tight young cunt. I sucked her tit hard now, teasing her hard nipple between my teeth. Her hips bucked wildly against Leisha’s hand.

My young cock, rubbing against my sister’s silky smooth leg, could stand no more. I pushed hard and fast against her, pumping my cock quickly up and down. I could feel the pressure building in my balls as I dry fucked my sister’s smooth leg.

“That’s it, shoot it on her little Brother. Shoot your cum on you sister while she cums” Leisha commanded.

Sarah cried out loudly as she began convulsing in orgasm. “Oh, please fuck me” she cried. “Fuck me hard, please! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! That’s it!” she cried.

Leisha’s hand squished in and out of my sister quickly now while I pushed my cock against her leg. I couldn’t stand the pressure any longer, and I bit down on her nipple as the cum gushed from my pumping cock.

“Oh yes. Shoot it on me little brother” Sarah moaned. “I want your cum on me. I want it so bad, little brother. Oh yes. Yes, baby brother. I’m cumming, Leisha. My cunt is cumming for you and my little brother!”

My hot jism, with it’s youthful pressure, shot all over my sister’s stomach and the bottom of her perky breast. I covered her with semen as she shouted and moaned in her intense orgasm.

Sarah shuddered as her orgasm peaked, me pushing against her soft leg as I pumped slowly up and down, withdrawing the last of my hot cum on my big sister, feeling its stickiness between our hot young bodies..

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