Maureen Quincy - Forbidden Sex Games

Despite his misgivings, Richard allowed himself to be persuaded. And now, to all intents and purposes alone in the huge house, they were slowly disrobing in the sun-filled lounge-Lisa skillfully and without difficulty unbuttoning Richard's trousers and shirt, pausing when she had removed one item of his clothing and standing still while he fumbled at the more delicate fastenings of her dress and brassiere. To encourage the growth of her breasts, Lisa had given them a firm, regular massage each night; and although they were still small when compared to the fine, bosomy tits of, say, Miss Wynter, she knew that-for a girl of her age-the development of her breasts was quite considerable. It was with pride that she felt Richard's nervous fingers sliding the plain white straps over her shoulders and letting the bra-cups drop away from her titties. His breath was hot on her neck, and Lisa knew that he was gazing down over her right shoulder at the pronounced swellings: their whiteness providing a sexy contrast with the hard red tips of her nipples. They were both down to their pants now-and Lisa wished fiercely that her briefs had been more glamorous, that she wasn't forced by her father to wear schoolgirl cotton knickers instead of the tiny black bikini panties which would cling to her in a tight, silky caress. Shamefully, she pulled her unattractive briefs down her thighs and kicked them away, hoping that Richard wouldn't notice how ridiculous and unalluring they were.

Lisa needn't have worried. Her step-brother's eyes were busily studying her now-naked body, examining in the bright sunlight which poured through the picture windows the nude charms which, previously, he had only glimpsed in shadow. Steeling herself against an attack of nerves, Lisa made herself turn slowly around to face the boy. She posed for him, her eyes half-closed, standing with her hands resting lightly on her bare, very slim hips and waited while he drank to the fill of her completely nude figure.

Hair was beginning to sprout quite profusely around her small mons veneris; but it was of such a fine blonde texture that the sex itself-the invitingly damp lips and the plump ridge which surrounded them-was clearly visible through the silky bush. Lisa felt languorous and very attractive. She stretched her arms slowly above her head, enjoying the hot sensation of the sun on her back as she arched her spine and thrust the front of her body towards Richard. The familiar warmth deep inside her loins made the slit feel itchy, a tickling at the place which required urgent fondling to calm it down. Lisa sucked her lower lip and forced herself not to scratch the quivering flesh of her sex, discreetly pressing her thighs together in order to slightly quell the pulsing itchiness between them.

Richard's eyes dropped to Lisa's crotch. He swallowed, seeing the faint but unmistakable motion of his stepsister's legs-rubbing against each other, making the puffy flesh around her sex thicker and protrude in an even more prominent fashion. And then she was lowering herself onto the sofa, setting her head on the soft, brightly coloured cushions and lying full-length with her thighs innocently parted. She made a pillow of her palms, cupping her heads behind her head so that her arms were raised and her small breasts stretched and flattened slightly. The nipples, however, were now thick and taut; rising out of the immature bosoms with strong, stiff lust-their deeply crimson texture enlarged and fully awakened.

Richard knelt on the floor beside the girl. He put out his trembling hands and laid them on Lisa's belly, then began to stroke into the warm white flesh-one hand passing over the slim, palpitating midriff towards her breasts, the other sliding slowly and excitedly to her sex. At exactly the same moment, they reached their targets: Richard's right hand cupped the hard mound of Lisa's pubis, while his left hand alighted on the soft swelling of her nearest titty. He started to massage both places, rubbing his fingers into the lovely, thrilling secrets and feeling his prick responding to the stimulation by growing painfully erect and thrusting urgently against the restraint of his underpants.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open. More than anything, Richard wanted to shut out the almost unbearably erotic sight of his step-sister's body and simply fling himself on top of her-grinding his cock on her soft flesh and letting the hot spunk splash thickly onto her stomach. This was the closest they had yet come to fucking: so far, neither Richard nor Lisa had dared to attempt actual penetration…

But he fought back this urge to reach a speedy climax, and continued to fondle at her breast and her pussy. His fingers were concentrating on the rosy thickness of Lisa's nipple-while his other hand had begun to explore the wet heat of her sex, his face bent close to her crotch while his fingers stroked the messy slit between her open thighs.

Her breath was now coming as sharply and unevenly as his own, their panting mounting as Richard's fingers entered Lisa's quim and he caressed along the moist, fleshy-walls before finding the deep entrance to her vagina with his forefinger and urgently thrusting upwards into the tight recess. A momentary pain went through the girl's pussy, tears filling her eyes at the sudden intrusion, and then she relaxed-keeping her thighs well open-while Richard frigged gently in and out, his steady motion bringing her relief and the most exquisite pleasure she could imagine.

Soon, the craving to hold his prick in her hand and feel its slender power throbbing against her fingers took possession of Lisa. She reached out for his arm and drew him up onto the sofa-moving so that he could kneel astride her hips and continue to fondle her quim while she played with his stiff sex. It was still tucked away inside his pants, bulging strenuously through the white cotton, its shape clearly defined. Lisa stretched herself upwards, leaning towards him and bringing her head and shoulders off the cushions. She was careful not to dislodge Richard's hand from its position on her loins-his fingers now dipping into her pussy from a downward angle, working vigorously at the slit and giving it a powerful, stimulating frigging-and when she pulled his pants down over the stiff young cock, Lisa could still feel the bite of his digits in her cunt.

Directly the pants were drawn over Richard's crotch, tugged midway down the boy's thighs, she clenched her fist around the bared knob. It sprang violently out of the briefs, the prepuce raw and inflamed-looking; the thick vein which ran along its sensitive underside pulsing thickly with the blood of his excitement. Lisa sank back again, holding tightly to her prize, thrusting up with her hips to encourage Richard's fingers. She started to squeeze the prick in a vigorous rhythm-making it jump under the pressure of her fingers and swell like a ripe fruit that was ready to yield up its seed. Already, squirming and writhing with a complete lack of inhibition, the girl had lubricated her cunt to a sticky wetness, the slit running over with thin hot honey and burning her step-brother's fingers as he rode them again and again into the hole…

The daylight seemed to add a new dimension to their sex-game, taking it out of the realms of furtiveness and endowing both Lisa and Richard with an exhilarating sense of freedom. Their eyes met. For the first time during one of their intimate moments, they stared directly into each other's eyes-holding their gaze steadfast for a few minutes while Lisa tenderly rubbed up and down her step-brother's cock and Richard wriggled his fingers about in the frothy slit of the girl's pussy.

Silently, Lisa's eyes pleaded with him. They opened widely in an expression of intense, unashamed begging: and words weren't needed to make Richard understand what she wanted…