Jason Cannon - Hottest family

Sherry had never tried to excite him with that unbelievably beautiful body to hers, or had she? Now that hot thoughts of her were filling his mind Randy began to realize that she had always had a strange power over him, began to realize that she' had always made him feel strangely nervous in her presence, at least ever since she had blossomed into the sexy young chick she had so recently become.

He thought of the many times she had wandered

into his room wearing only her panties and a smile, as she had a tendency to do at any hour of the day or night usually to borrow records or tapes or something, or so it had seemed. He thought of the many times she had sauntered down the upstairs hail from her room to the bathroom, a towel draped carelessly over her delicate shoulders, her asscheeks moving naked and lovely just beneath the bottom of the towel, thought of the mysterious smiles she had flashed at him as she passed his open room, thought of the way he had smiled back dumbly, pretending not to notice her near-nakedness. He thought of the many times she had thrown off her clothes down by the river and had coaxed him into doing the same for a bare-assed swim in the moonlight, thought of the times when his cock had stirred beneath the flowing water and he had turned his back to her to bide his erect dick, pulling on his pants quickly after their swim and hoping that she hadn't noticed anything swelling between his legs.

Nudity and casualness about sexuality were perfectly acceptable in the Mitchell house. Randy's parents had taught Randy and his three brothers and three sisters to consider nudity a healthy and natural state. Sex was not something to sweep under the rug and it was quite all right to discuss such matters openly, as long as no lewdness was intended. Walking around the house with a hard-on was quite another matter. And now that he thought of it, sister Sherry had raised a hard-on between his legs on numerous occasions.

In the past Randy had always blamed his

horniness in Sherry's presence on thoughts of some other chick he had fucked that might have crossed his mind quite by accident. Her displays of sensuous feminine flesh had seemed innocent enough in the context of the Mitchell family's sexual freedom. But taken together with Randy's sudden realization of his true feelings for his sister her behavior in the past took on a possible meaning that upset him as nothing else in his young life ever had. He realized now that it — had been Sherry herself who had stiffened his cock, just as surely as if she had grabbed it with those soft warm hands of hers. Could she have done it on purpose? The possibility was mind-boggling.

"Well, Randy, aren't you going to do anything to me?" Lisa purred. "I thought you were the boy who always took whatever he wanted on the first date."

"Huh?" Randy said vacantly, barely hearing her voice.

"Randy," she called sweetly. "It's Lisa. Remember me? I'm the girl you wanted to fuck so badly."

"Oh shit, Lisa, I…uh…I was just…just thinking…" He struggled, suddenly regaining his senses, at least partly, having completely forgotten Lisa in his inner confusion.

"Thinking?" she gasped in a mock-serious tone. "You were just thinking? Don't tell me I make you think!" she laughed wickedly. "I've never been so insulted in my life!"

"Well, uh…no…you don't make me

was just…you remind me of someone…that's all… aw, shit!" Randy stammered, unable now to even look the girl in the eye.

"Remind you of someone? Who on earth do I remind you of? I thought I Was quite unique, Randy. Who do I remind you of? Your mother? Your grandmother? What is this anyway?" she teased, torturing him mercilessly while he writhed in his embarrassment.

"Oh stilt, Lisa, will you just forget about it?" Randy begged, feeling at a loss for words and unable to act for the first time in his sex-life.

"Forget about it? Hardly, Randy! This is ridiculous! One minute you ask me if I want to see your dick and the next minute you're scared to death of something. Could it be that you're not quite the man they tell me you are?" the sleek sex-kitten purred.

"Aw for crap's sake, Lisa! Just forget it!" he choked, turning away from the seductive piece, even though he still wanted to fuck the shit out of her.

"How can I forget it, Randy? This is all very interesting. I've never been treated this way before," she said, putting her warm hand on Randy's muscular shoulder, squeezing it gently, forcing him to turn around and face her again.

"Treated this way? What do you mean?" Randy rasped, feeling like a confused ten-year-old.

"Well, Randy, most boys like to try something as soon as they get me out in the country. They just like to use me, Randy. Do you know what I mean? A girl just doesn't like to be used all the

time, Randy. But it is awfully nice to be noticed." Lisa smiled, her dark, seductive eyes glittering with lust and mystery.

"Yeah, I guess I know what you mean, Lisa. So why don't I just drive you back home and we'll forget about the whole thing," Randy said weakly, reaching for the ignition, his cock throbbing like an engine in his pants.

Lisa smiled at him with a smile that, melted his balls. His hand froze at the ignition. He was unable to even turn the key now. It was the same smile that his sister had used on him so often. He hadn't recognized that smile as a smile of mysterious smoldering lust until now. Now that he had recognized it as such, the effect on him was powerful beyond belief. His muscles tightened, his every physical fiber tensing with excitement and anticipation of whatever was to come. He wanted Lisa terribly. And yet he dared not touch this hot and horny girl, dared not make advances toward a girl who was so like his sexy sister, dared not do so for reasons which even he didn't fully comprehend, for reasons which only time would clarify for him.

"Let's not be so hasty, Randy. I like you. I like you very much. I see that you appreciate me. Do you see something in my eyes that bothers you, Randy?" she cooed sweetly.

Randy nodded his head nervously. He felt weak. His throat was as dry as cotton, his voice lost completely. His cock was oozing juice just as if some nimble-fingered. young chick had been playing with him for an hour. There really was something in those dark eyes, in those cool wet

lips, in those dark smiles of lust. She a wilt. any girl he had ever met, a girl apart, a girl who had a secret, and a wild secret too.

"Come to think of it, Randy baby, I think maybe I would like to see your dick. Wouldn't that be nice? Or are you bashful?" Lisa teased, pursing her lips, driving Randy wild inside.

"Yeah, that'd be real nice," he forced himself to say. "But

"But what, Randy? Don't you like girls?" she teased in her sweet satiny voice, a voice as smooth as the contours of her lithe body.

"Hell, Lisa, you know I like girls. I like you too. But..

'Then what's your problem, Randy baby?" she teased.

"Well… how come all of a sudden… how come all of a sudden you wanna get laid?" he forced himself to say, his voice catching with his last words.

"I like the way you treat me, darling. I like the way you sit there so nervously. You seem so gentle all of a sudden. I like gentle boys. You know, Randy, I thought you were just like all the rest of those nasty guys. I saw you sizing me up and I thought you were just waiting for your chance at my cherry. When you asked me out I thought you were giving it a last try before we went off to different schools and never saw each other again. But I guess I was wrong. Or was I?" she said, that disturbingly mysterious look still in her eyes. "Of course there is one other reason I like you. But we won't get into that right now. You' not ready for

that yet," she cooed.

"Not ready for what?" Randy pleaded, losing his self-control completely.