Strange Insertions Ch. 02

The final last few hundred kilometers of the Engels' family vacation back had been long and hot, and Madeline had spent it trying to sleep and squabbling with her twin sister in the back seat. Jeannine kept trying to advance onto her side of the seat and take up far more than her fair share of space in an ongoing effort to stretch out and find a comfortable position. Madeline was not sympathetic, but she was too tired and grumpy to do more than occasionally nudge or bicker with her sister. For most of the trip, the sisters were a tangle of sweaty limbs, their legs sprawled across each other, and their expressions surly when they were awake, and only peaceful in occasional bouts of sleep. Their parents had urged them to behave and act their age with a frosty reserve, and now and then the girls had listened. By the time the family pulled into the secluded driveway of their Ontario home they were all exhausted.

The car stopped and Mr Engels turned off the engine. There was a moment of groggy silence as both girls peeled themselves off of the vinyl seats, pushed each other away and blinked in the darkness.

Mr Engels looked back over his shoulder. "Alright girls. We're home. Your mom and I will grab the bags, you've had a long enough day. Why don't you head on in."

Madeline rubbed at her eyes and yawned. "Thanks dad," she mumbled, as she reached for the door handle. Outside the air was cold and crisp. She shivered and looked up at their house. The two story building was dark and looked just as cold as the night around them. There was a creak of a car door and the crunch of gravel as Jeannine climbed out into the night, her jockish hair mussed and her lips pouty with sleep.

"God, my butt is killing me," Jeannine said, stretching and rubbing at the body part in question.

Madeline rolled her eyes. "It's all that soccer, you need padding."

"Like you?"

"Hey!"

"And big tits, so that the boys all can't get enough of me?"

Madeline gasped, and looked towards the car. Her parents hadn't noticed, they were still talking in the front seat.

"There are no boys!"

"Suuuure there aren't. All those long nights studying in the library? I know what's up."

Madeline narrowed her eyes. "Better than what you girls must get up to in that locker room-"

"Speaking of locker room..." Jeannine took a step towards the house. "I call shower!" Suddenly she was running, scrambling up towards the stairs and bouncing cutely up each step. It was far too late to catch up, and her sister had her outmatched in athletic competitions. Madeline just groaned, scuffed the gravel with her foot and trudged in after her enthusiastic sister. After a day in the car she'd have killed for a shower. Instead she'd have to stay stinky and disheveled for a little while longer.

The house was small; a living room and kitchen on the ground floor, plus their father's office with the computer. Upstairs were bedrooms for each of the girls, and their parents' room. Madeline kicked off her canvas hightops beside her sister's runners and stumbled inside. The sound of water rushing through pipes told her that the shower was already running upstairs. Too tired to even be annoyed at her twin sister, Madeline followed up the stairs, leaving her parents outside to unpack. Bed was calling her.

Madeline's bedroom was the same room she'd had for the last eight years, ever since they'd left the maritimes behind and moved into their new Ontario home. It was small and decorated like any teenaged girl's room: with strewn clothing, posters of movie stars and childhood toys. It was also across from the bathroom, so she had to cross over her sister's discarded clothing on the way into her room.

She paused at the bathroom door and gave it a bang, "Don't leave your clothes around Jeannie, you're going to trip and kill someone!"

The only answer was the drumming of the shower. Madeline sighed, kicked aside a tangle of undergarments and pants, and headed into her room. Once inside she stripped off her own clothes, tossing them aside without a care. She pulled on a baggy shirt to cover her naked body, and popped a dvd into the tiny tv/dvd set that sat across from her bed. It was a girl pwer film about a cheerleading team and the soccer team they brought to the cup, stolen from her sister. With an exhausted sigh, she collapsed into bed.

The cool, dry air of the room was a relief after the heat of the car ride. She stretched out her bare legs and wiggled her toes, glad to have her shoes off, and equally glad to have her tights and bra off, finally and to finally let her body breath. A loose t-shirt was clothing enough for bed. Over the quiet babble of her movie, Madeline could hear her parents carrying things in downstairs, and she listened to the distant murmur of their voices and feet on the floor. The movie rolled on at the edge of her attention. The bedroom door was still open a crack, just enough to show the bathroom door across the hall. It was dark in the hall, and soon the soothing drum of running water had soothed the exhausted teenager into a light sleep. Even as Madeline slipped to sleep, a small, distant part of her wondered if she'd see catch a glimpse of her rosy, towel-clad twin sister on the way out of the shower, the towel maybe parting long enough for a stolen glimpse of flesh, a flash of buttocks, or slipping down to reveal a plump teen breast and swollen nipple.

The sound of the shower had stopped, and Madeline stirred awake with a groan. There was static on the tv, and she was on top of her blankets. The room was cold and dark, the only light sneaking in through her still open door and the grey fuzz of the tv. Her legs were sprawled wide in a welcoming V; sometime in her sleep she'd pulled her shirt up to expose her sex to the air of the room. One of her hands was draped over her damp, swollen pussy, the finger laced through soft curls of pubic hair. Sleepily, Madeline lifted her hand to her face, sniffing for a trace of herself. She was horny again. Her mind kept replaying flashes of a tormenting dreams that still lingered at the edge of her sleepy thoughts: A tongue parting her lips; gently probing fingers; warm kisses; a smiling face. Her sister's face.

Madeline groaned and climbed to her feet, tugged the hem of her t-shirt down to hide her arousal and shuffled to the door. She fumbled for the remove and turned off the televison. Outside in the hall, all the doors were closed. She could see that the light was off in her sister's room, but the bathroom floor was still damp. Jeannine sister must have just gone to bed. Madeline drifted down the hall, still toying with the hem of her shirt, luxuriating in the feeling of cool night air against her bare, overheated pussy. Was everyone in bed? Had they seen her naked through the door while she slept? A lump rose in Madeline's throat and she had to force the thought away. The thought of her family catching her naked kindled something inside her. It brought back a flush of memories from her trip, secret pleasures taken so close to them, and the chances of exposure always nearby.

Mr and Mrs Engels had their closed, but the glow of a light inside showed through the crack beneath it. Madeline intended to pass it by, but a sound stopped her. It was a moaned cry, heady and impassioned, hardly muffled at all by the door. Madeline edged closer to the door. Now that she was listening, she could hear a rhythmic creaking, and the slapping of flesh to match its rhythm, a fevered pace, wet and heavy. Madeline pressed closer to the door until she could feel the hard wood against her ear and shoulder, the last barrier between her and her rutting parents. There was no doubt in her mind what she was hearing.

Trembling, Madeline pulled tighter to the door, listening, one hand slipping to cup her sex nervously. She couldn't hear her father, but she knew he was there. Her mother made that plain enough. "Oh fuck yes," Her mother cried, caught in a moment of pleasure behind the door. "Oh god your cock is so fucking big.". Madeline's heart thumped against her ribs. "Oh god yes, keep fucking me, split me open, pound me. Come on you big glorious bastard, fill me with that thing, fuck me till I can't walk."

"You like that? Tell me how it feels."

"Like you've got your entire arm in me. Two pregnancies and I'll never get used to the size of that thing."

"Take it then... take it..." The sound of wet slapping grew louder through the door.

Madeline swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Guilty, she moved to pull away, but her father's voice caught her again, low and groaning behind the door. "You're so wet..."

Madeline slipped a finger into her own crack, felt the pool of her own wetness.

Her mother was crying again. "Oh god, don't stop, why are you stopping - oh yes, oh yes rub me, rub my clit. Oh god rub me."

"You like that?"

"Oh god yes, it lights might clit on fire... oh god touch it gently, touch it there."

Madeline curled a finger against her own swollen clit, her mind full of heady images: her mother's cunt, its lips gaping as a fat cock slipped out of it, wet with juices. A rough hand on her clit, rubbing it. Madeline worked at her own clit, biting down on her lip.

"Oh god yes, my ass, oh god... put your finger there..."

Madeline half gasped, half moaned, her twitching fingers freezing on her clit. Madeline had heard stories at school, and she knew that people had anal sex, but she'd never thought to play with her ass. She'd certainly never thought her mother would be into something so dirty! Fingers going still against her clit, trapped between the pillow of her thighs, Madeline froze, listening.

"God yes!" Her mother cried. "Yes, grease me up. Open me up for your cock. I want your fat cock in my tiny little asshole!" There was silence for a moment from behind the door, and then her father's groan, and a low whimper from her mother. "OOooooh yes, push it in. Fill me. Fill me. Tear me apart! Come on honey. I want your cum pumping into my dirty, filthy ass-"

The creak of a door from up the hall stole Madeline's attention, and she looked up with a start. Instantly she was scrambling away from the door and tugging her shirt down with one hand, hurrying toward the stairs, and trying to look casual as she did it. Halfway down the stairs she paused to look back from the darkness of the landing. It was Jeannine, a light from her room silhouetted her in the darkness as she crept sleepily toward the bathroom. The bathroom light flooded the hall with light for a second, forcing Madeline to shy away, and then quickly vanished behind the closing door.

It had been too close. Still anxious, Madeline hurried the rest of the way down the stairs, juices still wet on her thighs, imagined passions still burning in her mind.

It was dark downstairs, and the hardwood floor in the hall was cool against Madeline's bare feet. Goose pimples rose on her arms and she rubbed at them as she paced through the living room and kitchen, excruciatingly aware of the creaking sounds of bedsprings still dimly audible through the ceiling. Nervously twisting at the hem of her night shirt, Madeline wondered if her sister had heard the sound as well. She must have, she couldn't have missed it. She wandered into the kitchen, listening for the sound of her sister's feet in the hall upstairs, for an exhaled breath, or for any sign at all of where the other girl was. Had she gone back to bed? Was she still in the hallway, listening, just like Madeline had? The thought sent a guilty thrill through Madeline's already heated mind. Desperate to distract herself, she cracked the fridge open. White light washed into the kitchen, blinding her. Madeline groped for a jug of water and took a long drink right from the spout, standing in the harsh light of the fridge. The water was icy cold, and the shock was a fresh assault on her inflamed senses. Madeline drank thirstily, water splashing onto her neck and down onto her shirt, sticking it to her breasts. Her nipples stood out through the fabric, hard and erect.

Finally she returned the jug to the fridge, panting for air but still not satisfied. There had still been no sign of her sister, and still the beautifully maddening creak of the bed upstairs kept rocking. Madeline's hand strayed back down her body, touching the curve of her ass and lingering at the crack, near the delicate bud of her anus. She thought about her mother's cry, and the desperation in her voice as she begged for a cock to split that tiny hole, to fill it with her father's hot, sticky cum.

Madeline swallowed heavily and shot a guilty look at the stairs. The tip of her finger brushed like a feather across the dry crinkle of her asshole and quickly receded. Playing with that forbidden hole was too dirty. It was too much for Madeline's already overloaded mind, but it was still so arousing. She peaked back into the glare of the fridge, eyeing the contents with a new hunger. The ketchup bottle was much too big, and so were all the other bottles around it. The thin neck of a soy sauce bottle looked tempting, but the cap looked hard and sharp. Finally she grabbed a carrot from the crisper.

Running her hands along the cool vegetable to warm it, Madeline leaned back against the counter. She parted her thighs with one hand, chest heaving, eyes watching the stairs, ready at any moment to be found out. Her juices were already flowing, her lips parted and ready. The tip of the carrot slipped into her well lubricated tunnel without resistance. Her knees were shaking with desire as Madeline fed the carrot into her greedy hole, biting her lip to keep from crying as knobs and bends in the vegetable's length stimulated her needy cunt. She thrust it in, planting the vegetable in her cunt so that only the green, leafy foliage of the vegetable hung obscenely out. Then she pulled it out again, thrust it back in, and again, and again, frantic for more - but it wasn't enough.

Careless in her need, Madeline flung the slick vegetable back into the fridge and dug around for something else. This time she came out with a cucumber, nearly two inches wide, and longer than her hand from end to end. It was the perfect green cock. The horny teenager planted her backside back against the counter and crouched to spread her thighs, peeling apart her lips with her free hand. Grasping the vegetable's girth in one hand, she nuzzled its tip against her hole, wetting it with her juices. A quick glance confirmed that the stairs were still dark, but Madeline knew that at any moment her parents could wake up, or her sister could come down for a drink of water. The idea was horrifying. Her own family, walking in her, squatting in the kitchen, sex bare for the world to see, chest heaving and flushed, panting, desperate as she fucked herself with the contents of the family fridge. A flood of heat rose to her cheeks a the thought, a guilty flush that only drove the young girl further.

In a full squat, Madeline pressed the vegetable slowly into herself. Her cunt lips were peeled back around the makeshift toy, stretched wider than she'd known they could, with half the cucumber's length already buried in her greedy cunt. It wasn't enough. Madeline seized the vegetable's fat base with both hands, trying to force it deeper into herself, but it stubbornly refused to go further. She whimpered, desperately frustrated. She could have cried. Instead she slid the toy out until just the tip was inside, sliding its gleaming length free inch by inch. She spat on her hand to wet the toy, and dipped it in and out, wetting it with the twin lubrication from her saliva and girl cum. Each thrust slid deeper than the last as inch by inch Madeline fed the massive cucumber into her aching hole. Finally it was in. Only the slick tip of the vegetable was left for her to grasp, the rest hidden deep inside her pulsing cunt. Madeline wished she'd done this in the bathroom. She was sure that if she could see herself in the mirror she'd die orgasming; more than anything she wanted to see that massive shaft as it split her tight, teenaged cunt and filled her in ways she'd never been filled before.

A sound on the stairs pulled Madeline back to reality. A light flicked on in the landing. For a second she froze, panicked, and then she was frantically pulling herself upright, tugging her shirt down enough to cover her naked cunt, and the tip of green vegetable that still stuck obscenely from it. She pressed her hands to her hot, flushed cheeks and felt their heat, hoping it wouldn't show. There was nothing she could do about the smell of sex in the air, or the way her nipples pressed insistently out through her thin shirt.

There was a call from the top of the stairs. "Hey Maddy, that you? You up?"

Jeannie! The pitter patter of sleepy feet came the rest of the way down the stairs. Madeline struggled to cool her pounding heart, desperately hoped that her sister would leave the light off.

"I-" Words stuck in her throat. Madeline swallowed and tried again. "Hey Jeannie. Yeah, I'm up. I was just getting a drink."

Jeannine bounced down the last few stairs and over to her sister, moving lightly on bare feet, an impish grin on her lips, her usually ruffled hair flattened by sleep. She was in baggy jogging pants and a sports bra, her midriff as bare and brazen as the conspiratorial grin on her lips.

"Hey Maddy - did you HEAR that?" She giggled.

"Wha- what? Hear what? I didn't hear anything." Madeline shifted uncomfortably, her vagina still pulsed around the huge toy. She wanted to move into a more comfortable position, but she was afraid that she was so we that the vegetable would slip out from her clenched thighs and hit the floor. The thought sent a shiver through her spine.

Jeannine rolled her eyes "How could you miss it?" "OOooooh, yes," she moaned, running her hands up her body and grinning wildly. "Oh yes, fill me with your cock, fuck me fuck me fuck me!" She squeezed her small, girlish breasts and tossed her head from side to side. "I want it so badly." Jeannine's hands pushed back down her stomach and into the top of her jogging pants until the tips of her fingers grazed her teenaged mound. Then, as soon as she started, she burst into a fit of loud giggling. "Like that."

She must have noticed Madeline's stunned, dry mouthed stare then, because she stopped laughing and tilted her head, studying her sister curiously.

"You okay?" Jeannine pushed by and cracked the fridge, not waiting for an answer. She grabbed the water jug, took a quick sip and looked back at her sister. The grin never faltered. "I'm talking about mom and dad. Noisiest sex ever."

Madeline winced, shying back from the light, turning to hide her flushed face. She tugged her shirt lower, sure that the green tip of the cucumber would show beneath it.

When she looked back her sister had closed the fridge. She had a carrot in one hand, and Madeline could swear that she could see the dampness of her still fresh juices clinging to it. An exclamation died on Madeline's open lips. Her sister took a nibble from the tip of the carrot and looked skeptically at her.

"You're such a prude Maddy. I thought it was funny."

She took another bite of the carrot. Madeline's stomach turned to jelly.

"Anyway I'm going to bed. Night sis." Jeannine waved with the carrot. Madeline could have died with relief. Her eyes never left her sister or the carrot in her hand. She ground her thighs, forcing the cucumber a fraction deeper and nearly driving herself over the edge.

For a moment, the teenaged girl was sure that she'd escaped notice, and that she was safe. Jeannine didn't go straight to the stairs though. Instead she paused as she passed her sister, reached out and swatted her Madeline's ass with an open palm. "Gotta watch that butt of yours if you keep eating all night." Jeannine, with a familiar, teasing note to her tone that they both knew all too well. She fled before Madeline could respond, bolting up the stairs, sure that retaliation was coming, giggling the whole way. It wasn't. The contact unexpected slap had nudged the cucumber just a hair deeper into the teenaged girl's already over stuffed cunt, and the electric shock of it had been too much for the poor girl. Madeline was caught in a silent orgasm, clutching the counter for support as her knees trembled, blind to her sister's departure, thinking of nothing but the pleasure flooding through her trembling frame. It was only after the orgasm had passed that Madeline was able to ease away her grip on the counter and part her tremble thighs enough to free the makeshift sex toy. The swollen cucumber slipped effortlessly from her now gaping sex and plopped onto the floor, gleaming with juices. Gingerly, Madleine slid a hand through her steaming gash and looked up the stairs, where her sister had just missed the show. With the aftershock of the orgasm still teasing her mind, Madeline wondered if that had been another coincidence, and wondered again if her sister knew, and was deliberately teasing her.