She shrugged. ‘They will soon grow again,’ she reflected, ‘and I can give them a new form. Let’s instead remember how my shaven pussy has brought me great sensations last night.’ That thought immediately brought to her inner eye a carrousel of flashes of different moments when she had come powerfully, Chucky coming in her pussy, her triple orgasm from the mouth of a satyr, her discovery of anal pleasure when she had allowed her anal cherry to be taken for the first time by the zombie Club member.
All these images made her heat rise but she resisted the temptation of going for her love button again to assuage the rising need. Instead, she took a deep breath, felt the tumultuous waves calm down and marvelled at her new-found ability to control her feelings. She rose up, walked to her closet and examined her clothes, pondering what she would be wearing. Her first thought was to remain in the nude but then she would have to explain to her parents why now, when she had not indulged in nudism since their only incursion in the naturist world during her birthday vacation. She didn’t want to give an explanation now. Not yet.
She shrugged her shoulders, closed the wardrobe door and picked up her wrap from where she had let in fall, delaying the decision for later, after breakfast. Getting inside the wrap, she tied the sash around her waist then left her room, heading for the kitchen. At the foot of the stairs, as she turned down the corridor to go to the kitchen, she heard her parents laughing and chatting in the dining room, and she was about to shout a greeting, letting them know she was back home when a phrase from her father stopped her.
“You mean you had them both taking turns in your ass?”
More than the crude language with which she was not familiar from her father, it was the content of the conversation that surprised her. What were they talking about? Mam had sex with other people and was relating it to Dad? She tiptoed towards the slightly open door connecting the corridor to the dining room to eavesdrop. Just then, she saw Kevin coming down the stairs. It seemed he’d also returned home earlier than expected. She put her finger on her lips, signalling him to be silent.
Intrigued by his sister’s behaviour, Kevin stealthily came to meet her at the door, mouthing “What’s the matter?” to which his sister, after again gesturing for quietness, signalled for him to listen.
The conversation on the other side of the door, was interrupted now and again by crunching noises, suggesting their parents were eating toast.
“Yes, you see, they both had such beautiful cocks, good girth, almost same length, seven inches maybe. The difference was that one curved upwards towards the belly, the other outwards away from the belly. Also, the first one started thick then tapered slightly towards the head where it suddenly widened again, you see, like a helmet had been put on it. The second one had no visible change, almost the same size from bottom to top, even where it connected to the head.”