The Last Straw (new 4/5)

[Freesub]

Cindy keeps up - can't let Mary and Bea have all the fun

[neverdoubted]

Cindy keeps up - can't let Mary and Bea have all the fun

Is that a request or a prediction?

[Freesub]

Cindy keeps up - can't let Mary and Bea have all the fun

Is that a request or a prediction?

An observation and a prediction, bit of both

[TeenFan]

All that is needed is four hound dogs to join the mix, and this would be similar to that old John Denver song about "Grandma's Feather Bed".
"...We didn't get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun."

[Drax6119]

LOL!
Congratulations!
This is EXACTLY the last place I would have expected to encounter a John Denver reference, and it's even appropriate!

[neverdoubted]

  Hormones are a hell of a thing. More potent and effective than any drug conceived by man, they resonate within us like an invisible tuning fork - attuning our bodies to a ring out with the silent symphony of human connection, of ultimate purpose, of life and procreation.

  We started out that night, four teens each vibrating at our own personal frequency. But something miraculous gradually transpired. Something inherent and so subtle that I don't think any of us even knew it was happening. What I'm trying to say...if you've never slept in the same bed snuggled up next to three beautiful, naked girls, I highly recommend it.

  Where did all those powerful hormones come from? What stirred our internal systems, those nascent pheromone factories, to life? For starters, there was the copious skin-to-skin contact. Little Cindy wasted no time making herself comfortable. One of her impossibly soft legs nestled its way in between mine while the other rested just outside my hip so that she was basically straddling my right thigh. And just like that, my legs were buzzing.

  She placed her arms on either side of me, and her head found a home in the crick of my neck. Stray strands of thin, silky hair tickled my cheek. She smelled heavenly - cherry blossoms in spring and milk drizzled with honey and fresh laundry drying on a clothesline. With our bare chests in direct contact, I'm sure she could detect the pounding of my heart.

  She drew in a contented sigh. Inviting her to join us in the bed had put an end to the conflict that her and her sisters' insubordination had caused. My cock twitched when I felt the pressing swells of her warm, tender bosom rise and fall against me. My inflating penis pressed against the thin fabric containing it. With no way to reach down there and make an adjustment, I was grateful for the pitch blackness. At least this way, none of my stepsisters could see the large, embarrassing tent in my boxers.

  My hands also had a role to play in stirring the hormonal concoction that night. How could they not? One of my palms was happily cradling Mary's pubic heart and the other was keeping Bea's fuzzy arrow company. I hadn't done it for their gratification. At least that hadn't been my intention. But my hands were there, nonetheless. Perfectly positioned right next to the most sensitive part of a woman's anatomy. The stage was set. The kindling stacked. The only thing needed was a spark.

  My fluttering eyes snapped open when the first of several, steady muffled sounds thudded through the wall and reached my ears. I instantly recognized the hollow beat. It was happening again!

  Cindy raised her head. Though her face was mere inches from mine, I could only barely make it out. But despite the dimness, her wide, surprised eyes told me she didn't know what she was hearing. As I recalled, she had slept through last night's performance.

  thump....thump....thump.... "Oh Frank, I need this so much."

  Bea stirred as well- making a sound somewhere between a huff and a silent whimper. With my hand pressed flat on her pelvis, no movement - even the subtlest squirm - could possibly escape my notice. And I definitely noticed when the muscles of her tummy contracted.

  thump...thump...thump. "Oh! Oh Frank. Right there. You're so big!"

  "...Frankie?" came Cindy's soft voice, "what is that? Is mother-"

  I shushed her, my voice no louder than a whisper, "don't worry about that. Just go to sleep."

  She lowered her cheek to my shoulder, but I could tell she was nowhere near falling asleep. If whatever was happening on the other side of the wall progressed like it had last night, Patricia's carnal appeals would only grow louder, more frantic, and more obscene. Naive Cindy had no idea what was coming. But her sisters had already experienced it once before.

  thump..thump..thump "Oh, oh, don't stop Frank. That feels soooo good!"

  Mary did not stir, but Bea couldn't seem to stay still. What was her problem?

  It reminded me of my own sleeping difficulties near the start of our vacation. Everyone crammed in the same motel room got to me after a couple days. A teen boy has needs! But Bea had been so nosy - watching me like a hawk which made it impossible to sneak off and take care of business before bed. Going to sleep stiff as a board always leads to tossing and turning all night. Even worse when you're stuck in a bedroll on the floor.

  thump.thump.thump.thump.thump A little bit faster now. "oh--oh--oh--ung--hggg--oh Frank--keep going Frank--harder baby, harder!"

  A titillating thought occurred to me just then; one which made my cheeks warm. Unlike Cindy, Bea had stayed awake at least long enough to hear the distinct sounds of our parents' vigorous style of lovemaking last night. What if that had affected her - agitated her to the point where she couldn't lie still. No...not merely affected, nor agitated. Excited.

  thump-thump-thump-thump "ung...ugn...ung...oh Frank...oh Fra--oh Fu--hu--hu--hunnnnggg!"

  The unsettled girl next to me shifted again. Because of where my hand was positioned, every time she moved, it caused my fingertips to stroke the soft hairs of her little shaved arrow.

  If Bea was getting turned on, why should I be surprised? Four pubescent teens sharing the same bed with barely a scrap of cloth between us. Throw in the lewd noises of obvious copulation which could not possibly be tuned out, and it was only a matter of time before the arousal situation came a boil, and somebody broke. My money was on the squirming teen to my right.

  thumpa-thumpa-thumpa-thumpa "Oh God--oh fu--oh fu--f-f-fuck me, Frank--FUUUCK MEEEEE-"

  My eyes went wide even as my penis throbbed in response. I was certain little Cindy had never heard her mother talk like that. I couldn't tell what she thought of Patricia's vulgar outburst. But she was being suspiciously still; her head resting on my shoulder while short puffs of tense air wafted across my chest. Pretending to sleep but more likely wide awake.

  Bea made another silent gasp, and I felt the muscles of her belly contract. It reminded me of the way she had been acting last night while we were drifting in and out of an exhausted stupor. As I vaguely recalled, she had been similarly agitated then - squirming restlessly in her sleep. Or maybe she hadn't been asleep after all. Either way, her body seemed to be slowly betraying her.

  She herself had taught me that girls most definitely do get aroused when she had stood on the earthquake machine a few days earlier. The rippling vibrations had passed through her bare feet and up the entire length of her body - making her eyes flutter and her talented nipples pucker into stiff points. Just thinking about that scene made my cock jump again in my shorts. Now it was my turn to make a soft gasp of discomfort.

  thump-thump-thump-thump The man was a human metronome. Disciplined, dependable, relentless.

  Bea's tummy flexed again and I felt it. She was only two days removed from having every semblance of modesty ripped away from her. Forced to spend that entire first day in an extremely public setting wearing nothing but her own skin and a blush. Hyper-aware of her utterly bare body, moment to moment, a work of art worthy of exhibit. How does a person brush that sensation off?

  She was doing her best not to make any noise and stay still, but the motions were coming almost constantly now; wrestling with her arousal, if that's what was happening, and fighting a losing battle.

  Every readjustment she made caused my fingers to tickle her abdomen which led to more squirming which led to more teasing. If she was going to do something about it, she first had to contend with the indignity of knowing that, though she be cloaked in darkness, the placement of my hand made any attempt at covert gratification impossible. If she wanted to take care of herself tonight, it would not be in secret. I would be right there to sense every sexy squirm.

  "aaah--aagh--oh--hnnNG--HNNNNN--FFFUUUU--UU--UU--"

  As Patricia's voice grew louder, her cries were growing less coherent and more animalistic in equal measure. How did it affect an impressionable young lady to hear her own mother being sexually serviced like that? To learn that the only thing a Conyor woman really needs to be satisfied is an Askis man and a sturdy bed. Even the bed was probably optional.

  As for Bea, there were so many factors stacked against her. Besides my teasing hand and the soundtrack of sexual intercourse playing on a loop on the other side of the wall, there were the intoxicating pheromones oozing out of all our pores to mingle over the bed and envelop us in a thick cloud of teenage hormones.

  Last night, she may have clung to propriety - opting to squirm fruitlessly against my hand rather than give in to her baser desires. But every girl has her limits. And eventually, inevitably, Beatrice Rose Conyor reached hers and made a proposal.

  I gulped when she lifted her right hand to the outside of my waist and snaked it beneath the band of my boxer shorts. Then, leaning her head close, she whispered in my ear, "Frankie, I need-. I mean, do you need...let's...together?"

  thumpathumpathumpathumpa

  Was that the rhythm of the sex next door or the pounding of my heart?

  If I wasn't mistaken, she had just asked if she could crank me - rather that we would...somehow do it together? Maybe she thought it would be less embarrassing if she wasn't the only one. Not the center of sexual attention.

My intimacy level with her had surpassed that of her sisters thanks to her being my personal cranking attendant. Girls didn't have anything to crank, but she must have had something else in mind. Some other way to release the pleasure building up within her body. I was eager to educate myself on the female version of cranking and willing to help in any way. Why would I ever turn down such a proposal?

  My aching cock twitched with desire, but I didn't know how to proceed without making a mess in the bed. Before I could figure out a way forward, the impatient and increasingly horny teen shifted her pelvis. It was a small adjustment, but it didn't have to be big to make a difference. My fingers which had been teasing the edge of her pubic mound were now cupping the folds of her bulging sex!

  One hand down, one to go. Reflexively, she squeezed her thighs together. If my fingers had any wiggle room before, they were now trapped between her thighs and her smooth, overheated cleft. Frantic from the need growing within her, she was not going to wait for me to accept her offer. Actions speak louder than words anyway. Making her intentions clear, she slid her hand further into my boxer shorts and around toward my front.

  She only needed to reach between my legs and grab my cock so we could get on with the task of cranking each other to completion. But she didn't make it very far. Her poorly conceived plan had a pesky problem for which she had failed to account. Her little sister. Cindy was lying on that side of me; her legs straddling my thigh and her pelvis pressed against my right hip. There was no room for Bea to fit her hand between us and reach my privates.

  When she felt the resistance and realized her mistake, Bea froze. Her plan was thwarted, but my fingers were already in position. And she was only able to control her restless body for a few seconds before the muscles around her midsection made another involuntary flex. Only instead of my fingertips teasing her arrow this time, they grazed directly against the bulging petals of her extremely sensitive pussy.

  "Mnhhaaawh!"

  The stifled, high-pitched meow that slipped through her pursed lips was by far the sexiest sound that had ever come out of that girl's mouth.

  Cindy heard the sound and immediately raised her head again. I knew that girl was faking being asleep! Bea was lying face down, right next to us. When Cindy turned her head to check on her distressed sister, the tips of her delicate hair hanging down tickled my bare chest. I would have brushed it away, but both my hands were trapped.

  "Are you ok, Be-be?" she asked with genuine concern.

  If Bea tried to control her hips just then, she failed miserably. Her tummy flexed as before. Only this time, instead of teasing her abdomen, it stroked her outer folds and provided the friction she had been seeking. Her second, needy meow was stifled by the fact that she had buried her face in her pillow.

  "Mnhhhh! I'm fine," came her muffled reply to her sister, though she was clearly going through something.

  From a little child, Cindy had always been such a caring soul. If her mother or one of her sisters was in a state of distress, no matter the reason, she fretted over it and empathized right along with them - unable to relax until everything was back in harmony.

  Only these states of distress were unlike any she had experienced before. The only recognizable words that came from her blubbering mother were urgent cries for more! And Bea, though she remained restless and kept whimpering into her pillow, was not acting like she needed rescuing. Quite the opposite!

  Concerned, but helpless and confused, Cindy reluctantly accepted Bea's answer and laid her head on my chest. But she kept her ear tuned to both the concerning noises next door and her sister's odd, developing crisis.

  About then, something moved in my other hand. Mary made a soft grunt and the muscles of her belly contracted.

[student]

The family that plays together...

[Dbskr123]

One of the best stores on this site! The frustrating thing is that you set up the next event so well that it is difficult to wait for the next installment!

[WingDing]

Looks like Frankie is going to learn how to press some buttons.

[neverdoubted]

One of the best stores on this site! The frustrating thing is that you set up the next event so well that it is difficult to wait for the next installment!

If you don't enjoy cliffhangers, you might want to avoid the rest of my stories . I am honored to be considered among the best and appreciate your kind words. As for waiting, I could be persuaded to post more, but there never seems to be enough interest in it.