When my mother was sixteen, one of several of my mother’s dalliances knocked her up. While DNA could prove who the father was, my grandmother said no. My mother back then was a real slut. There is simply no other way to describe her behavior than to say she engaged in sexual relations with any man who asked nicely.
My mother named my half-brother John Stewart after her favorite DC superhero. Given that John is of mixed race, the name remains a good choice for him.
Less than two months later, my mother met my father during her second slut phase. This time she was only slutty toward one person. They fucked anywhere and everywhere, especially if there was an audience.
Grandmother kicked her and my half-brother out of the house after she caught her boyfriend and my mother fucking on the washing machine.
Yep, she got pregnant again. This time my father stuck around. When I was born, my mother named me after her second favorite DC superhero, Shayera Hol. Steven (my father) ended up marrying my mother and actually made a name for himself as a carpenter. While neither of them gave up on the sexcapades, they did remove any chance of Mom getting pregnant again. Dad made sure he couldn’t get another female pregnant.
The best thing about having a father who is a carpenter is that he builds stuff. He built two treehouses outback. One for John and one for me. Each of them was complete with electricity and internet.
As the years moved on, the treehouses changed to match each of our personalities. My half-brother’s more sporty, and mine’s more feminine. They each became our refuge and quiet study place.
My first kiss happened in my tree house. My boyfriend, Mark, wasn’t too pushy, so it was usually just us kissing and cuddling.
About a week after my eighteenth birthday, my brush handle broke my hymen in my treehouse. I spent a lot of time watching porn on my laptop. I am sure you can figure out the rest.
My body was starting to crave the real thing. Mark was starting to try and push my limits. A feel here, a feel there. One day I didn’t stop him. After we finished studying, he kissed me. We were sitting on a daybed I had in my treehouse, so I straddled his hips, and we continued to kiss.
This was not the first time we had been in this position. This was the first time I really took notice that he was getting aroused. I moaned when I felt his cock getting erect beneath me. He started kissing my neck. Fuck that felt amazing. I felt my nipples harden and my pussy started to get wet. I pushed my mound against his bulge and moaned softly.
I was wearing a short silky skirt and a tight tank top with no bra. I had on a pair of white panties just as flimsy as my skirt. Stockings and my running shoes completed my wardrobe.
Mark looked at me and put his hand on one of my breasts. The pressure of my firm nipple against his hand made it difficult for me to deny my arousal. Since I didn’t push him away, he gently started to squeeze my breast.
Once more, I moaned softly and pressed my body against his crotch. I had watched enough amateur homemade porn to know that what I was doing would get him more excited. It didn’t take long before his hand was under my tank top and directly on my breast.
I went back to kissing him harder and with more passion. Both of his hands gripped the base of my tank top and pulled it up and off. For the first time I was partially naked with a boy staring at me. Well, I thought it was the first time.
I need to kind of stop here. What I didn’t realize was that the camera on my laptop could be turned on remotely. That camera was pointed at the daybed. We were being watched, and we didn’t know it.
Mark started sucking on my nipples, and the sheer pleasure of that shot through my body. My mound was pressed tight against the bulge in Mark’s shorts. I felt his hand go to the waist band of my skirt. I felt the button get undone and the zipper being pulled down. I didn’t care because the pleasure of his mouth on my breast was winning.
I felt him pull the skirt off me and toss it aside. I had done the same with his t-shirt. Now it was just my panties and his shorts between us, and his shorts were about to come off. I reached down and undid his belt, unbuttoned his shorts, and reached in.
His zipper went down as my hand gripped his cock. I was amazed and excited at how soft and firm it felt in my hand. There was no stopping this train now. Every nerve in my body tingled with excitement. My clit was thumping as fast as my heartbeat. Mark was groaning with each stroke of my hand on his cock.
I slowly slipped off Mark’s lap and took his shorts and underwear with me. Like my skirt, they got tossed aside. I knelt between Mark’s legs, staring at him and stroking his cock. I could see the look of hope in his eyes. He was hoping his cock would end up in my mouth.
It is amazing what you can learn on the internet and by practicing on dildos. Just tell Mom I borrowed her plastic dick. I just smiled and licked the precum off Mark’s cock. He groaned loudly as my tongue slipped across the head of his cock. When I felt his cock jerk in my hand, I was thrilled, because it meant I was doing something right. The jerk happened again when I licked around the head of his cock. Mark was breathing heavily, and I could almost feel his rapid heartbeat.
When I took his cock in my mouth, he almost immediately grunted. His cock swelled up and started pulsing. I felt his thick salty cum squirt into my mouth. I thought I would have been disgusted by what just happened, but I liked the taste, so I swallowed each squirt and licked his cock clean.
When I climbed back on his lap, I saw the cam’s light in the mirror behind the daybed. Before I could react, Mark laid me back on the daybed and practically tore off my panties. He surprised me when he started licking my pussy.
This time I wasn’t exactly quiet, as I screamed out, “Oh, fuck, yeah.” Mark had me squirming as he sucked on my clit and fingered my pussy. It didn’t take long for me to have my first orgasm not caused by my hand. I screamed out, “Ohh, fuck me.”
Mark began to move his body upward, positioning himself between my legs. His cock pushed against my pussy. Mark whispered, “If you insist.”
I was so wet he started spreading my pussy open immediately. The monster between his legs penetrated me for the first time, sending shivers through my body. When I felt him all the way in, I wrapped my legs around him. I looked over at the camera on my computer, and it was still on.
There were three of us enjoying this moment. I kept encouraging Mark to fuck me harder. Mark obliged. Mark was doing his best to ensure that my first experience was memorable.
Mark flipped me over and straddled my hips. He entered me from behind. As he pounded my pussy from behind, I stared at the camera on my laptop. The little light blinked like it was telling me it approved.
That little light flashing sent me over the top. I screamed so loudly that the sound probably was heard outside the treehouse. Lucky me, nobody was home. Before I could come down from an incredible orgasm, I heard Mike grunt as he slammed his cock into my pussy. I felt each pulse as he unloaded his nut into my pussy.
As reality set in, I pushed Mark off me and sat up screaming, “What the fuck, Mark? I am not on birth control.”
As I sat there facing my cam with cum dripping from my pussy, Mark stuttered, “I am sorry, Shay. It felt so good I couldn’t stop.”
I snarled, “Too late now. Just hope I don’t get pregnant.”
I looked up, and the cam light went off. Mark picked up his clothes and kept apologizing. I finally stopped him and told him I could have told him not to cum in me. I stayed in the treehouse after Mark left.
The other cool thing about the two treehouses is the hot and cold running water. I turned on the water in my shower and stepped in. I looked back, and the light on the cam was back on. As the hot water cascaded over my body, I was contemplating two things. Will I get pregnant, and who was watching?
All that did was make me horny again. Before I realized it, I was indulging in some self-love in my shower. As I pleasured myself, the light flashed.
Other things came to mind. Do I break up with Mark? Despite being an idiot, he was a wonderful lover. At least I assumed he was since he was my first. At the very least, no more sex until I hopefully have my period. I giggled when I thought I certainly did like sucking his cock. I definitely liked him eating my pussy and fucking me.
Again I thought, “Who in the fuck was watching?” I would soon find out who was watching.
Two days later I came out of the shower in the house, and my half-brother was standing there wearing his cycling shorts. You know the kind that show off size and form. John laughed and asked, “Like what you see, sis? It is bigger than your boyfriends.”
I mocked, laughing, and then thought, “Wait, how does he know that?”
He grabbed my towel when I passed him, and it fell off my ass. He whistled and said, “Nice ass.”
I growled at him, “And you’re a real ass.”
He laughed and said, “I am just going to turn on my computer and see what I can catch.”
I thought, “Fuck, it couldn’t have been him.”
The next day I was studying in my treehouse when my cam light came on. Admittedly, my nipples stiffened up and my pussy got moist. I am not sure why, but I said, “You turn my mic on too, pervert.” I was surprised when the cam light blinked.
I sighed and asked, “Did you enjoy the show the other night?” Again, the light blinked. I said, “I liked you watching. You want to watch again?”
Again, the light blinked. I took a deep breath and asked, “Will you tell me who you are?” I was disappointed when the light didn’t blink.
The next time Mark was going to come over, I dressed for sex. I wore a short black skirt, a translucent blouse, and fishnet stockings held up by a garter belt. I wasn’t wearing panties or a bra.
I waited for Mark to arrive. I wasn’t disappointed when I saw the light on my laptop come on and heard Mark coming up the ladder to my treehouse. A thought came to her mind, and I said to the camera, “I know you, don’t I?” My heart raced when the light blinked.
I smiled and then said, “If I guess, will you lie?” I smiled when the light stayed on.
When Mark entered the tree house and saw me, he drew in a deep breath and said, “Damn, Shay, you look beautiful.”
I motioned him over and wrapped my arms around him. I kissed him and said, “Let’s skip the studying.”
Mark kissed me back and slid his hands down my back onto my ass. He smiled at me when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties.
I looked at him and said, “Baby, you can fuck me anytime and anyway you want.”
I felt Mark growing hard and moaned. He asked, “What about birth control?”
I smiled and replied, “You bring condoms?”
He sighed and said, “No.”
After kissing him again, I said, “Oh, well.”
I saw the light on my laptop blink. I mouthed, “I know who you are, but you keep watching. We need to talk.”
The light blinked but stayed on. I was now positive who it was. The only person beside me that I knew of that could read lips was John Stewart. It was our secret language.
Mark was currently grabbing my bare ass, giving whoever is on my cam a great view. I slowly lowered myself to my knees and undid Mark’s pants and pulled them down to the floor, revealing Mark’s cock. As I started to lick the head of his cock, I looked at the cam. I was pleased to see it blink.
I got brave and stopped long enough to say, “You like me sucking your cock.” I moaned when I saw the light blink as Mark said, “Oh fuck yeah.”
I continued by saying, “You want to eat my ass and pussy?”
Mark grabbed me and put me down on the day bed. I watched the light blink as Mark lifted my skirt and started licking my pussy. I gasped as Mark lifted my legs up and started to tongue my ass.
I looked at the camera, moaned, and said, “Ohhh, that’s it. Lick my ass.” I felt myself getting close and said, “Don’t stop, baby, you’re making me cum.” I groaned again as I watched the light blink.
I gasped and said, “Are you stroking as you eat me?” I directed that comment to the cam, but Mark nodded his head in response as the light continued to blink.
I gripped Mark’s hair and said, “You want to fuck my ass.”
Mark sat back and looked puzzled. I smiled at him and said, “Fuck my ass.”
Mark climbed up my body as the light on my computer blinked. Mark put my legs over his shoulders and pressed his cock against my ass.
I moaned and said, “Do it, Baby, make my ass yours.”
The light blinked as Mark’s cock started opening my ass. I gripped the mattress of the daybed because at first it was painful. With Mark deep in my ass, I relaxed, groaned, and spoke, “Ohh, fuck, baby, your cock feels so good in my ass.” Again, the light blinked.
My body tensed up, and I started shaking. I screamed, “Oh fuck, I am cumming.” I felt Mark’s cock swell and then pulse. Mark growled, “Oh, fuck,” as he emptied his nut into my ass.
I had to laugh, because I just got fucked while I was fully dressed. I looked at the light and mouthed, “Did you like that?” The light flickered, then went off.
Mark looked at his watch and said, “Fuck, Shay, I have to leave.” Mark left me wanting more because my pussy was on fire and my pussy hadn’t been fucked. I pouted a bit but finally said, “I’ll just go back into the house and take a cold shower.”
Twenty minutes later I entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. As I closed the shower door, I heard the bathroom door slowly open and close. I pretended I didn’t see my half-brother standing there.
My ass was a bit sore, but the water cascading down my back and my ass felt amazing. For some reason, knowing that John was standing there watching me shower made the experience even better.
Neither one of us said a word. By the time I turned off the shower, John was gone, but he left me a present on the floor, and I stepped in it. The bastard came all over the floor.
The next day, while eating dinner, I looked over, and John had his cock out under the table. John looked at me with a shit-eating grin on his face. He started to stroke himself and mouthed, “You want a taste, slut.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off that huge chunk of cock. I watched him cum in his hand. With nobody looking, he stood up and put his hand in front of my mouth. He whispered in my ear, “Want some white chocolate, slut?”
Him calling me a slut was actually turning me on. I took his hand in both of mine and licked his cum off his hand.
He smiled and said, “Damn, girl.”
Two days later I was lying on the daybed in my treehouse reading on my Kindle. John came in, picked my legs up, and sat on the daybed with my legs resting on his. We have been on the daybed many times like this, but this time it just felt different. John started massaging my feet.
I always enjoyed John massaging my feet. This time was no exception. The fact he saw me naked once and I ate his cum, plus seeing me. having sex somehow made this time better. He massaged each toe slowly. It was almost like he was worshiping my feet. His hands felt wonderful.
I smiled and asked him, “Do you do this for all your white girlfriends?”
He laughed and said, “If I want to nut, I do.”
Intrigued, I replied, “Oh, what else do you do?” I thought, “Am I really about to have sex with my half-brother?”
He got the hint. His hands shifted to one of my chins. He smiled at me and said, “Well, I massage their chins for a while.”
I moaned softly and said, “That feels nice, John.”
As he slowly moved up my leg, he said, “After they tell me how nice it feels, I slowly move up their chins.”
Again, I moaned softly. As bad as this sounds, my body was reacting to his touch. My nipples were so hard they hurt. My pussy was getting wet, and my clit was…
