The Last Straw (new 4/5)

[Azrael]

All good predictions, and I love hearing from a new reader. I would post some more so you would know how this plays out and wouldn't have to wonder. But the interest level just isn't there.

The interest level is very much there. I would love to see how this plays out. This and the Dare Me series.

[ENFfanatic]

All good predictions, and I love hearing from a new reader. I would post some more so you would know how this plays out and wouldn't have to wonder. But the interest level just isn't there.

Really? I think this is the best story currently running, so that surprises me.

[elysianempire]

fun fact in the 50s to early 70s it was not all that strange to see naked kids playing outside(in the yard) or in their homes during the summer across America. It was a cost saving measure. Since many families didn't have the money to buy new outfits, being a handle down culture at the time, parents didn't really spend money on summer clothing, it also save the washing cost(soap, water, electricity/gas) of the clothes. It was also quite normal for public schools to have nude swimming, with it being co ed in several of them, though it was most common with men swimming. The two big reasons was cost and actual the swimsuit itself. So the material of the school swimsuit back then were incredibly shitty. It'll either slowly dissolve(the first few layers, like the diy or paint being stripped via the chlorine) and fuck up the filters and pumps or It'll cause the students' skin to break out horribly. Leading to many school to give up on them outside of events and leading to nude swim classes.

Soil the theory that Beth lost all her warm clothes is true, Frank Sr. shouldn't have to big a problem if he kept her naked even after returning home. Especially since he's a purse pincher when it comes to money. And since its highly likely that Beth lost all her underwear as well, she'll have to spend at least the rest of the year with nothing underneath her clothes. And with Frank being a vet he most likely put his kids in a school with a uniform, if there was one around, leading to Beth going commando in a skirt to school. Definitely a constant reminder to behave.

As for when the girls go to church you could use the excuse that they're following the Bible. After all God made humans naked and intended for them to be naked. It was the second sin of mankind to make clothes right after eating from the tree of knowledge(1st sin).

[neverdoubted]

I had held Bea's hand much of the day; leading my naked conquest on a parade through the world's fair. I had grown accustomed to the lovely sensation of her soft palm pressed into mine. That constant connection - giving her delicate, trembling fingers something firm to grasp - had steadied her in the midst of her most humiliating day. But those same slender fingers were now gripping me in a very different, and even better way!

She did not move a muscle other than to hang her mouth open in a wide "O" shape. A blush rose on her cheeks - at least, the parts of her cheeks I could see beneath the bandana. Her pale nipples, just visible over the edge of the tub, perked up into points. They hadn't been that stiff since the earthquake machine.

Her cold hand soothed my overheated member. Even though she still wasn't doing anything except gripping it in the middle, just seeing her hand on my penis and feeling that intimate connection between us made it difficult to sit still. I furrowed my brow and had to concentrate to control the impulse to buck my hips.

Silent seconds ticked by as my impatient penis waited for her to do her job. I was sure she could feel my pounding heartbeat thrumming through the shaft of my erection. What was taking her so long?

"Well," I finally said with a soft grunt when the discomfort of waiting had become unbearable, "any time now."

She bit her lip in concentration and after several more seconds, finally spoke in a small, trembling voice.

"I.....I don't know how."

Her admission shocked me. Even if she had never done this sort of thing with a boy, she must have read about it somewhere, right? She always talked and acted so mature and never wasted an opportunity to belittle me. But as she bowed her head in shame, I saw the real Beatrice Rose Conyor - a girl who had been sheltered and protected her whole life.

When it came to sexual experience, she was just as naive as the rest of us. But as the only brother in the family, at least I knew how to take care of an erection.

"Sure you do," I assured her as I reached down and wrapped my hand over hers, "just go like this and don't stop until - well, you'll know when."

Jacking her little hand up and down, I demonstrated the proper motion a few times and was pleased when she kept it up even after I let go. Looking down in awe and seeing someone else's hand stroking my cock was a surreal experience. Normally, when I was the one doing all the work, my muscles had to remain tense to complete the job. But assigning it to Bea - who was proving to be a natural - I could truly relax.

Leaning back against the tub again, my eyes fluttered as waves of pleasure washed over me. She did not grip me too hard or too softly yet remained diligent with her slow, steady pace. For over a minute, we were both silent. The only sound was a gentle sloshing of the bathwater whenever her hand reached the base of my organ.

I wished it could go on forever. But my pent-up arousal would not be denied much longer. Feeling my urgency approaching, I uttered a soft grunt. The noise startled her and her hand faltered.

"NO, don't stop," I urged.

"Sorry, I-", she started to say. But she got distracted by the throbbing appendage jerking and flexing in her dainty grasp - expressing anger at having its pleasure session so rudely disrupted.

"It's ok," I assured her, through clenched teeth, "just...keep...going."

She apologized again but wasn't forgiven until she resumed cranking. Every stroke lit off fireworks until I was tingling from head to toe and ready to burst. Following a few increasingly urgent grunts, I reached my peak. As my already turgid penis swelled to maximum size, I heard her make a surprised gasp. But to her credit, she did not stop cranking this time as spurt after spurt of milky seed - built up over several unbelievably exciting days - issued forth from my potent organ.

Sensing the task was done, she stopped stroking and let go of my flagging penis. But her mouth remained sagging open, and the blush had spread down her neck and onto her bare chest. Some of my fluid had landed on the back of her hand. I grinned, even though I knew she couldn't see it.

"Very good, Crankie," I said, patting her on top of her head, "Now go wash your hands and wait in the corner until you are dismissed."

Bea obeyed. Standing up, she shuffled in the general direction of the sink. Along the way, she reached up and touched the viscous fluid that still clung to the back of her hand. I could see her rub the foreign substance between her fingers –drawn by instinct to its intriguing biological properties.

While she was washing her hands and finding a corner to stand in, I wrapped things up on my end. Feeling much more relaxed, it would have been nice to just soak in the tub for a while. But I had a sleepover date with Mary to look forward to.

Even though I had just taken care of it, by the time I finished bathing and got dried off, my ardor was already beginning to stir again. But in my defense, every time I looked up, I saw a slender naked teen with a perfectly plump bottom standing in the corner of the room.

I took my turn at the sink - brushing my teeth and combing my hair - then stuffed my reforming erection into a new pair of briefs. Thanks to my vindictive stepsister, I didn't have pajamas anymore. After gathering my things, I held my pack in front of me for added modesty and untied her bandana. I didn't need her for anything else. But I had one last bomb to drop before I left.

"It's been decided that I'm bunking with Mary tonight," I informed her.

"You're b-b-b," she stammered, her brain struggling to accept the concept, "...bunking with Mary?"

"Affirmative," I replied to the stunned girl, "take as much time as you like. Just don't make too much noise when you come out."

Then, leaving her to finally finish the shower that she had been yanked out of that morning, I returned to the bedroom. Mary had extinguished all the lights except for a single bedside lamp. Cindy was no longer whimpering and appeared to be asleep. Putting my things in the corner and out of the way, I approached the left side of the bed.

"Ready," I said - more of a statement than a question.

Mary left the chair she had been sitting in and stood at the bed’s other side while I pulled back the covers. When I lay down, my body took up more than half the width of the small, double bed. The intimate quarters would have made it impossible to sleep side-by-side and never touch. Luckily, I had no intention of doing that anyway. Laying on my back, I stretched out my left hand to rest on the mattress.

Mary stared at my waiting palm - positioned right where she was expected to lie. She had traded me the right to pet her pubic heart whenever I wanted for the rest of the trip. And I had already told her of my intention to exercise that right all night long. A fairly struck trade.

Sucking in a jittery breath, she reached over and turned off the lamp. Holding my own breath in anticipation, I heard a soft swishing of the covers then felt the weight of the mattress shift slightly.

I smiled in the pitch darkness as she willingly settled her lower abdomen into my hand and pulled the covers over both of us. My cock sprang to attention as I felt the soft, neatly trimmed hairs of her pubic heart tickling my palm. Her sex, radiating warmth, lay just beyond my grasp and made my fingertips twitch with desire.

She was nervous - I could tell by the quick breaths landing on my shoulder. Not wanting to spook her, I laid perfectly still and did not move a muscle. I could be content with things exactly as they were. Besides, my hand's position, trapped between her body and the mattress, did not exactly lend itself to stroking or petting.

Everything would be perfect if I could only get the rest of me to settle down enough to fall asleep. But as we both lay there cloaked in the smothering darkness, my heart pounded in my chest and my cock twitched in its cotton cage. I was so wound up that I even had trouble getting my eyelids to close.

As the silent minutes ticked by, I resigned myself to the fact that I might not get a wink of sleep. But I was ok with that. Just getting to sleep with my hand enveloped in a warm, silky cocoon of female flesh would still make this the greatest night of my young life!

Eventually, Bea finished showering and opened the bathroom door. With light briefly filling the room, I turned my head and saw Mary's face laying on her pillow right next to me. She had to be exhausted from the long and stressful day. But with her eyes opened as wide as they would go as my hand pressed flat against the upper portion of her pubic mound, she did not look like she was anywhere close to falling asleep either.

Unable to navigate in the dark, Bea left the bathroom light on and came to my side of the bed. She was squeaky clean with a bath towel wrapped around her. Having finally gotten to rinse out the streaks of dried shampoo and brush her hair, she no longer resembled a homeless, gutter rat from the neck up.

"What do you want," I asked - pretending to be annoyed by the disruption.

"I don't know where I am supposed to sleep," she replied.

As I had already warned her, I had taken her usual sleeping spot. And even if I had bothered to unload my bedroll from the car, I wasn't about to loan it to her. Seeing her start to shiver, I knew a naked girl with no covers would be desperate...but how desperate?

"Well, you can always sleep here," I offered, peeling back the covers to show a nice, cozy spot on the mattress right next to me, "but in exchange, I get to use your arrow to keep my hand warm."

Bea blushed at the tent in my underwear. Then, looking past me, her eyes bulged when she noticed my other hand disappearing beneath her equally naked sister.

"...or you can use that towel to make a cot on the floor," I suggested, "it's up to you. Just hurry up and decide. Some of us are trying to sleep."

Bea shuffled where she stood for a few seconds. Making up her mind, she stripped off her towel and laid it out on the floor. I guess she wasn't willing to submit herself to being intimately groped by her stepbrother all night just for a little warmth. Oh well, her loss!

Thinking the matter settled, I pulled the covers back over myself and Mary while Bea turned out the bathroom lights and made her way to her improvised cot in the dark. Thanks to me and my trusty bandana, she had some recent practice getting around without sight.

I should have anticipated that she wouldn't last very long down there on the floor. After all, she was completely naked and laying on a damp towel with hard wooden planks underneath it. As my father's son, I had been raised to conquer my discomfort and persevere through physical hardships. In Bea's position, I would have found a way to endure the cold, harsh night.

But Conyor women were accustomed to certain luxuries in life; a soft, warm bed chief among them. Bea didn't last five minutes before tapping me on my shoulder and flipping on the bedside lamp.

She stood naked beside the bed hugging her middle. Her arms, covered in goosebumps, wouldn't stop shivering, and her pale nipples were stiff.

"I c-c-changed my m-mind," she said through chattering teeth.

With a flourish, I happily threw back the covers a second time and placed my right hand flat on the mattress, palm up.

When she made no move to accept my offer, I realized I hadn't given her more than a small sliver of space. As I scooted closer to Mary - the only way to make more room on this already crowded mattress - our bodies made contact all up and down. Her hip pressed into mine. And with our feet now touching, her smooth shin tickled the hairs of my leg.

But my focus was elsewhere. I found that moving towards her had shrunk the angle of my arm and allowed my hand to reach further down. Where it had formerly been resting on her abdomen, it was now cradling something lower and even more intimate!

With space created, Bea turned out the lamp and settled her little, fuzzy arrow into my other grasp. I was in Heaven! How could my life possibly get better than this? That's when the noises started.

[student]

How could my life possibly get better than this?

That's when the noises started.

That's another fine cliff hangar you've gotten us into!

[Somebody]

Boah ah tell you hwat, a guy with a pussy in each hand has no hands left to do drugs with.

[t0lstoy]

Great to see this one heating up! Looking forward to the next part!

[elysianempire]

I had held Bea's hand much of the day; leading my naked conquest on a parade through the world's fair. I had grown accustomed to the lovely sensation of her soft palm pressed into mine. That constant connection - giving her delicate, trembling fingers something firm to grasp - had steadied her in the midst of her most humiliating day. But those same slender fingers were now gripping me in a very different, and even better way!

She did not move a muscle other than to hang her mouth open in a wide "O" shape. A blush rose on her cheeks - at least, the parts of her cheeks I could see beneath the bandana. Her pale nipples, just visible over the edge of the tub, perked up into points. They hadn't been that stiff since the earthquake machine.

Her cold hand soothed my overheated member. Even though she still wasn't doing anything except gripping it in the middle, just seeing her hand on my penis and feeling that intimate connection between us made it difficult to sit still. I furrowed my brow and had to concentrate to control the impulse to buck my hips.

Silent seconds ticked by as my impatient penis waited for her to do her job. I was sure she could feel my pounding heartbeat thrumming through the shaft of my erection. What was taking her so long?

"Well," I finally said with a soft grunt when the discomfort of waiting had become unbearable, "any time now."

She bit her lip in concentration and after several more seconds, finally spoke in a small, trembling voice.

"I.....I don't know how."

Her admission shocked me. Even if she had never done this sort of thing with a boy, she must have read about it somewhere, right? She always talked and acted so mature and never wasted an opportunity to belittle me. But as she bowed her head in shame, I saw the real Beatrice Rose Conyor - a girl who had been sheltered and protected her whole life.

When it came to sexual experience, she was just as naive as the rest of us. But as the only brother in the family, at least I knew how to take care of an erection.

"Sure you do," I assured her as I reached down and wrapped my hand over hers, "just go like this and don't stop until - well, you'll know when."

Jacking her little hand up and down, I demonstrated the proper motion a few times and was pleased when she kept it up even after I let go. Looking down in awe and seeing someone else's hand stroking my cock was a surreal experience. Normally, when I was the one doing all the work, my muscles had to remain tense to complete the job. But assigning it to Bea - who was proving to be a natural - I could truly relax.

Leaning back against the tub again, my eyes fluttered as waves of pleasure washed over me. She did not grip me too hard or too softly yet remained diligent with her slow, steady pace. For over a minute, we were both silent. The only sound was a gentle sloshing of the bathwater whenever her hand reached the base of my organ.

I wished it could go on forever. But my pent-up arousal would not be denied much longer. Feeling my urgency approaching, I uttered a soft grunt. The noise startled her and her hand faltered.

"NO, don't stop," I urged.

"Sorry, I-", she started to say. But she got distracted by the throbbing appendage jerking and flexing in her dainty grasp - expressing anger at having its pleasure session so rudely disrupted.

"It's ok," I assured her, through clenched teeth, "just...keep...going."

She apologized again but wasn't forgiven until she resumed cranking. Every stroke lit off fireworks until I was tingling from head to toe and ready to burst. Following a few increasingly urgent grunts, I reached my peak. As my already turgid penis swelled to maximum size, I heard her make a surprised gasp. But to her credit, she did not stop cranking this time as spurt after spurt of milky seed - built up over several unbelievably exciting days - issued forth from my potent organ.

Sensing the task was done, she stopped stroking and let go of my flagging penis. But her mouth remained sagging open, and the blush had spread down her neck and onto her bare chest. Some of my fluid had landed on the back of her hand. I grinned, even though I knew she couldn't see it.

"Very good, Crankie," I said, patting her on top of her head, "Now go wash your hands and wait in the corner until you are dismissed."

Bea obeyed. Standing up, she shuffled in the general direction of the sink. Along the way, she reached up and touched the viscous fluid that still clung to the back of her hand. I could see her rub the foreign substance between her fingers –drawn by instinct to its intriguing biological properties.

While she was washing her hands and finding a corner to stand in, I wrapped things up on my end. Feeling much more relaxed, it would have been nice to just soak in the tub for a while. But I had a sleepover date with Mary to look forward to.

I hope this is Bea's new role for the rest of the trip. I also wonder how long it be before Bea gets a taste of cum for the first time. And how long before she giving blowjobs. It be a bit Alabama, actually it be Japanese since they're step-siblings rather then blood siblings.

It also only a matter or time before Mary joins in as well.

[neverdoubted]

It began softly. Just a distant, "thump...thump...thump...". If I hadn't already been wide awake, the sound might not have even disturbed my slumber.

"Mm," came a soft voice. It sounded close but was muffled as if spoken directly into a pillow.

Steady as a drumbeat, the thumps took on a more distinctive shape until I concluded the source had to be the unit next door. Not just next door. Whatever was causing the thumping was just on the other side of the wall from us...in our parent's unit.

Because the sound was foreign to me, I had trouble placing it. Were they watching something on the tv? A concert or a football half-time show with a marching band?

In the darkness, I could only see a few inches in front of my face. Luckily, because she was lying so close to me, I only needed a few inches to see Mary. When I turned my head, what I saw resembled an owl. Although I could only make out the whites of her big, round eyes staring back at me, I sensed she had figured out what was making the noise next door. She didn't dare to move a single muscle.

Beneath the covers, my fingertips touched petals of silky flesh. Too soft to be a manmade material, it could only have been the work of a divine being that I was feeling.

"Oh....oh....oh," the voice uttered in time as the thumps grew a little louder.

I turned toward Bea and saw nothing. With her face in shadow, I couldn't tell if she was asleep or just pretending to be. My wrist was trapped beneath the flat part of her pelvic bone. When I moved my fingers to see if I could detect the boundaries of her pubic arrow, she squirmed slightly but did not break her silence.

Just then, the person making the noises in the other room must have raised her head off the pillow because her voice suddenly came through crystal clear and was easy to identify as belonging to Patricia.

"Oh....OH....Oh Frank," she cried out between the rhythmic thumps.

My mouth fell open. If I wasn't mistaken...

"Oh Frank....Oh Frank....Oh God, Frank....OH F-F-F-FUCK!"

Bea's eyes shot open - two round owl eyes, just like her sister. I was glad the darkness made it impossible to make out my face turning beet red. Though my father was known to swear from time to time, he rarely ventured beyond the big three - hell, damn and shit. Even those, he would tone down when in the presence of a lady. But in my entire life, I had never once heard Patricia Conyor utter a vulgarity. Now she was spewing curses as fast as she could get them out of her mouth!

"Fuck....fuck....holy fuck....Oh fuck yes....oh Frank....Christ, that's so good....Fuck me Frank....FUUUUUuuuuuu-"

Her words melted into incoherence. But her spirited grunts were enough to spur her drill sergeant of a bed partner to keep up his relentless drilling.

It made sense now why my suggestion of separate rooms had put my father in such a good mood. What had he called it - a libo pass? I still didn't know for sure what that stood for. But I had a pretty good idea it had something to do with sex.

On and on they went with no sign of stopping, taking a break, or even slowing down. Whatever was keeping Patricia grunting with need on the other side of that wall - pleading for more, evoking the Lord's name, cursing up a storm - Frank kept giving it to her with every, unceasing thump. With Patricia endlessly and vigorously praising her husband's apparently remarkable skill as a lover, Franks words from earlier came back to me.

"-there's just something about us Askis men that a Conyor woman can't resist."

If I possessed something powerful enough to transform a meek, mild-mannered housewife into a blubbering, sex-crazed maniac, I was dying to know more about it.

As the three of us lay stock-still in our bed, I wondered what Mary and Bea thought about what was happening on the other side of that wall. Looking in either direction, I saw their big, owl eyes peering back at me. But either they were in shock or too embarrassed to move a muscle. It was a mixture of both those things that also kept me frozen in place and deathly quiet.

Time lost all meaning as Patricia filled our ears with her endless, sexual cries. She leaned heavily on her two favorite "F" words: fuck, and Frank. Her noises of encouragement didn't just work on her husband. Hearing her continual throaty grunts and high-pitched whimpers fed my arousal, too. How could it not? After all, I was a Frank, too. I grew a stiff erection - my penis aching for attention within my briefs. But with my hands trapped beneath naked girls, I could not give it even a cursory squeeze of comfort.

How could I possibly fall asleep? How were any of us going to? Finally, after listening to her stepfather's vigorous fucking while her mother begged and moaned for more, Bea had a reaction.

When she let out a silent puff of air and wiggled her hips a little, I thought she had just gotten uncomfortable from laying in the exact same position for what couldn't have been any less than a full hour. My hand was perfectly positioned to detect any squirming of her core. And when I wiggled my fingers in response, she let out another silent gasp.

A few seconds later, her hips shifted again...and again. I had been staring at her naked bottom all day at the fair. She had the sexiest hip wobble - a circular, rocking motion that came out whenever she was walking and made it impossible for a male to look away. Mary had it too. But now, Bea was using those muscles for a different purpose.

My eyes had adjusted enough by now that I could dimly make out her facial features. She had closed her eyes and was biting her lip in concentration. It reminded me of her standing on the earthquake machine as her back arched and her little pink nipples grew stiff from the vibrations. Two questions from that event popped back into my head: do girls get aroused? And if so, how do they satisfy their carnal desires with nothing to crank?

Patricia was proving my first question loud and clear. The lewd noises she produced obviously came from a place of extreme arousal. And though I didn't fully understand the mechanics of it, she had also found a way to get the satisfaction she was seeking - thanks to my father.

"yuh....guh....more....Oh Frank....OH FUCK....OH FRAAAAANK!"

Having answers to both questions, I turned my attention back on Bea. While her mother uttered repeated, wanton pleas through the paper-thin walls, Bea adopted a silent rhythm of her own - rocking her pelvis back and forth on top of my hand in the distinctively circular, Conyor style. At the top of every cycle, my fingertips reached just beyond the tip of her fuzzy arrow to graze her impossibly soft, indented cleft. I was reminded of the prediction my father had made earlier.

"You're gonna watch the girls, all right - more than that, if you're not careful."

Smiling, I closed my eyes for the first time that night and relaxed my head against my pillow. Occasionally, in the brief silences between rhythmic thumps and Patricia's moans, I heard the distinctive creak of our own bedsprings as the unsettled, naked girl next to me wrestled with her own bodily desires.

With my erection aching and my heart pounding in my chest, I thought I was nowhere close to falling asleep. But my body was also exhausted from one of the longest and most eventful days of my life. And though I didn't sleep in the traditional sense, I did drift in and out of consciousness.

Dreams and reality intermingled. I was the captain of a ship on the high seas - my spyglass scanning the horizon for busty mermaids as waves pounded repeatedly against the hull. I was a wealthy Arabian merchant giving his female slaves their weekly baths and paying special attention to their heaving breasts. I was in bed with a naked teen who was squirming quietly against my palm. I was adrift in a bathtub getting a handjob from a beautiful blind servant.

At some point, I became aware that the raucous lovemaking in the other unit had ceased. But I was too out of it to even appreciate the peace and quiet. At one point, I opened my eyes and saw a dark shape looming at my feet. Even if it had been the grim reaper coming to claim my life, I was too tired to react, and my heavy eyelids soon drooped closed again.

Later, I heard flexing floorboards and opened my eyes again. Predawn light seeping in around the edges of the curtain hinted at morning's arrival. I could make out the small shape of my youngest stepsister pacing back and forth across the foot of the bed. But it wasn't too late to extract a few more minutes of precious sleep. And as soon as I shut my eyes, I drifted off again.

[Freesub]

Great chapter to set up the progression closer to the climax(pun intended )
But a little short I must admit... It was over just as I was really getting into it