When the Beds A'Rockin

Intercourse was more of a chore for Katie, when it came to Peter. That little white worm between his thighs had difficulty getting erect even in the best of times, and the wine he'd consumed at dinner ensured this wasn't. After much coaxing and sucking, Peter was finally stiff. His small member rubbed up and down Katie's barely wet sex, when the door entered.

"Petey ... Katie. Premarital sex? How sinful!" her sister Emily crowed out, with a mocking, sarcastic smile marring her face. She lingered there for a long moment, long enough for Peter's awkwardness to overwhelm his arousal. Then the door slammed again. A few minutes later, they heard Peter's father fucking Emily, the whole bed shuddering, the mattresses knocking against the wall noisily. Lil Peter tried kissing Katie, but she turned her face.

"I'm out of the mood," she said testily. "I'll catch you later."