Horny Little Women Pt4

Matthew Ryder was awoken at dawn by the sound of heightened female excitement. It was something he’d become fairly accustomed to, back in the bosom of a loving and lustful family. In just two days he’d systematically worked his way through the household of sex-starved women, yet undoubtedly there were still unexpected surprises to uncover. Without warning, the bedroom door swung open and he was accosted by Meg and Beth. “Come quick Matthew, Amy’s about to open her presents.”

Apparently, he discovered, it was a family tradition on the girls’ birthdays to gather in their mother’s bed to unwrap their gifts. Feeling decidely under-dressed in just the t-shirt worn for bed, Matthew reached for the boxer shorts, only to be tugged away forcibly. There wasn’t time for that, Meg advised. Besides which, both girls had on just t-shirts too, two lovely little backsides half on display, their owners seemingly unconcerned that their pussies flashed visibly as they skipped down the landing.

The presents at the foot of the bed formed a formidable-looking tower. His mother sat propped up against the pillows, the birthday girl, also in just a t-shirt, between her legs. Jo, in her green pyjamas, was pressed tight to her mother’s side, looking as excited for Amy as Amy was for herself. Hannah wore an airy dressing gown to cover her modesty though her breasts were prone to spillage if she leaned forward too far.

Meg and Beth led Matthew beneath the sheets, sat either side of their brother. With a new family member, and not just any new family member but a strapping lad like Matthew, it was a bit of a squeeze but a pleasant squeeze nonetheless. Instinctively both girls stroked their brother’s upper thighs beneath the sheets whilst smiling sweetly.

Along the line, Amy could barely contain her excitement, crawling onto all fours and moving stealthily across the bed over the tangled mass of limbs. No panties on either, her arse and pussy were fully exposed. Fringed with a light almost invisible patch of straw-coloured pubic hair, it was the snatch most reminiscent of their mother’s amongst the four girls, Matthew adjudged. The lips at the centre puffy and defined, as pink as a watermelon’s juicy inner flesh, the horny teen boy could hardly take his eyes away as she rummaged among the boxes. “From Meg,” she enthused, picking up the first and scrambling back to take up a position between her eldest sister’s legs, holding the package.

Meg reached down to place her hands lovingly on Amy’s hips, the blonde ringlets brushing her cheek. The wrapping paper torn off quickly, a large plain white box with a transparent plastic windowed top was unveiled. Inside, Meg had filled it with a plenitude of herbal oils and scrubs, exotic perfumes and powders. Amy issued a joyful little squeal, hugging Meg warmly. “No more borrowing mine now,” joked the older girl.

Having offered what seemed like a million thank yous, Amy uncoupled and stretched out across the bed, her jailbait arse so close that Matthew could touch it. Grabbing another gift-wrapped box, no larger than a Rubik’s Cube, she moved towards coffee-skinned Beth. To Matthew’s untrained eye the gift appeared to be a set of earrings. However, it transpired that they slotted somewhere completely different. Lifting the t-shirt, Amy unselfconsciously bared her budding breasts. Reaching around, Beth deftly slipped the rings through each nipple. “Amy, you never told us…” gasped the other two girls in surprise.

“It was our little secret,” Beth revealed, reaching into the box to extract a stud that slotted into the other new piercing at Amy’s navel.

“Ooh, very grown up,” Jo observed as Amy paraded herself, as naked as the day she was born, apart from the nipple rings and belly stud.

Then Amy was off again eager for more surprises, and returning with Jo’s present. An Ann Summers gift bag was revealed. The fourteen-year old nymphette blushed at the feel of the skimpy lingerie in her fingers, ironic given she was totally nude. A gasp greeted the sex manual that accompanied the underwear set but it was what lay at the bottom that made her convulse. Everyone watched as her tiny fingers took hold of the black ribbed vibrator. “Oh my God!” she gasped, before calming down and twisting to wrap her arms around Jo’s neck, a huge hug before she was off again, across the bed in a predatory manner. “Mmm, from Matthew…”

Amy squeezed in between her brother’s legs, back pressed to his strong chest, her feather-like hair in his mouth, though he didn’t mind. He protested that he hadn’t an awful lot of time to find a present, sneaking five minutes on the recent shopping expedition with Jo and Beth. But Amy was overjoyed at the thought alone, the present itself far from unimpressive: more lovely jewellery, her brother having bought a silver necklace with a gold pendant shaped in the letter ‘A’ for Amy. “Oh Matthew, you shouldn’t have,” she cooed, turning aside as he leant in, their lips brushing.

As Matthew placed it around her neck, he had to fight the urge to cup her breasts and toy with the rings through each nipple. Placing her mouth to his ear she whispered: “I’ll thank you properly later.”

“From mum,” she announced next, the gold envelope containing a thick wad of notes and causing the young teen birthday girl to whoop with joy.

Meg had seen enough, exiting the bed.