Sandy Stephan - Sister's incest secrets

“I've got it all worked out,” he grinned. “Change into a dress, that little mini-dress you've got, and don't wear anything underneath it. In the meantime I'll put on my zip-up shorts. You'll see, it'll work out fine.”

I hurried to do his bidding, my curiosity more aroused than my body. How could Bob hope to get away with anything in this house? I ran a comb through my hair once I had the dress on to make myself look as decent as possible, and as I inspected myself in front of the full-length mirror I remembered something from a year ago… I'd worn the same dress not long before The Incident, and Dad had seen me come down the stairs in it. His severe sergeant major's mien slipped momentarily as a smile softened his features, and he said: “You look pretty as a picture, Kathy, a real little lady. Why don't you wear that dress more often?” Straight after that he resumed his normal expression. At the time it had seemed odd to me but I shrugged it off. Now, however, it took on a strange significance- too strange for me to figure it out.

Bob was waiting for me by the window. It looked out over the driveway, thus giving us an early-warning system. A box seat had been built under the window sill, filling in the niche, and pillows lined it from end to end. Bob had positioned himself with his back against the wall, his legs pulled up to make room for me at the other end of the seat. I smiled coyly on taking up my position. That mini-dress only covered my vital parts as long as I stood up straight and didn't breathe. Sitting casually opposite Bob showed him all, and I could see the pleasure I gave him in his eyes.

He zipped his shorts down-and once again his virile cock reared up and quivered before me. “I've got just a bit left,” he grinned. “One last load and it's all yours if you want it.”

“Oh, Bobby!” I crowed, caught in the grip of a resurgent lust. “I'll take it all!” With that I pitched face-first down on his crotch and took his big cock into my mouth. I had to turn my face to the side to fit it in but bravely pushed on, dipping my mouth so far down over his cock that his woolly pubic hair brushed against my nose. The vibrancy of his hard cock reverberated throughout my body, activating me from head to toe. Bob sat with his face turned towards the driveway, watching it as if nothing was happening. But now and then he twisted uncomfortably as the sensations got too much for him.

I was supposed to keep an eye on the door to make sure no one came down the passageway. That duty proved too much for me. His cock bulged my cheeks out and filled my face so completely that I could hardly open my eyes! Nora wouldn't be likely to come upstairs, not while she had Harold to talk at. She loved to talk. No one could shut her up once she started. And so I gave myself over to sucking my brother's cock, letting the process absorb me until my whole body was engaged in making love to his towering phallus.

“You'd better stop,” he said suddenly. I drew back and looked out of the window, expecting to see Dad's car drive up. “No, there's no one coming,” said Bob, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I didn't want to blow just yet. Jesus, you turn me on, Kathy! Other girls have tried to blow me but I just couldn't get off on it. When you do it, though, it's a whole new sensation.”

“Let me know when you're ready for more.”

“I'll tell you what,” he said, getting to his feet, “you sit on your knees on the seat and lean with your elbows on the window sill, just like you're waiting for Dad to come home. And leave the rest to me.

Once more I obeyed him, poking my ass back at him with enthusiasm. I felt his thick knob rub along the furrow of my ass, slowly, nudging up against my asshole, then down the slit of my pussy. A deep shiver ran through me and I pushed my ass back further in an open invitation for him to enter my body, anyway he wanted. I could still feel the echo of his potent fucking at the lake, the taste of thick cock, hot flesh riding in and out of my body. And the time had come for more. But Bob teased me like a trout fisher. The delicious bait dangled before the entrance to my pussy and had it been humanly possible I would have swallowed him for keeps.

He played me for as long as I could stand it. Then, when I felt Td snap if he didn't feed me a length of hot cock right away, I said: “Come on, Bob, Dad could be home at any time!” That did it. He rested his knob directly against my cunt hole, paused a moment, then shoved it up me when he thought I was ready. For a second my pussy resisted, tightening like a virgin. Bob moved back a little way and tried again, bumping his knob into me till my flesh gave way and admitted him to the hot, wet cavity inside.

I leaned over the window sill and let my eyes drift over the garden and the trees and the driveway without seeing much at all. Powerful sensations erupted in my belly. Bob had half of his cock into me already and he was pushing to get the rest up there too. The blood pulsed through my body, faster and faster, thumping in my ears, but I leaned further forward anyway, to give Bob all of my ass.

He had found his rhythm and now his cock slipped in and out of me with long, regular strokes. His hands gripped the flesh of my ass and his pubic bone thudded against my asshole with each mighty stroke. I mauled one of my tits in tune with his fucking, but for the rest I looked normal enough, at least from the point of view of someone coming up the driveway. The surrounding houses were mainly shuttered and curtained into blindness, but I fantasized that people were peering through their drapes to see what was going on in Bob's bedroom. Why was Kathy leaning out of the window and why was Bob rocking back and forth behind her like that? They wouldn't have the imagination to work it out, I thought.

My pleasant reverie was interrupted by the emergence of Nora and Harold. She was going to walk him to his car but she happened to look up and see me. “Admiring the view, Kathy?” she said, turning around to face me.

“Uh…” I replied. Nothing in me was prepared for this. My mind turned and creaked but no words appeared. Bob was battering my innards from all angles, fucking on all the more heatedly now that he knew someone was around. It turned him on but it left me in hot water. “… Just relaxing,” I said finally.

“Listen, tell Dad I'll be back in half an hour,” said Nora. “Harold and I are going to the campus library.”

“Yeah, right,” I croaked. Could she hear Bob's loins slapping against my ass? And did the sound of my slurping curt carry all the way down? There was no need to worry, I told myself, because Nora wouldn't recognize the sounds even if she heard them.

“Have they gone?” asked Bob.

“Yes,” I said. He started to fuck me harder, driving his cock deep into me, his fingernails digging into my buttocks painfully. And every bit of the pain complemented the pleasure, giving it that little extra just for me. It felt as though my whole body was raring into an erogenous zone in the course of this fuck. When his rough pubic hair brushed against my asshole it irradiated all sorts of sharp, tiny thrills through me; and his fingernails coursing down the orbs of my ass produced different feelings, hot and cold, shivery feelings that undermined my sanity most effectively. Then, when he reached out with one hand to squeeze my tits through my dress, I thought the nipples would burst with delight!

The position I was in excited me, too. It was a strictly sexual stance, one in which anyone could be fucking me and I wouldn't know if it was an Alsation or Paul Newman. Anonymous, lustful, with only Bob's hard breathing to tell me there was a human attached to the cock and grasping hands. Like a bitch in heat I cocked my ass up at the male thing and let myself be fucked tremendously. There were moments when I couldn't contain all the passion, and that's when long, wailing cries escaped me, cries that became shorter, more urgent as I closed in on my orgasm. After a time my breathing became vocalized, every pant a yell, every inhalation a cry of need! And Bob kept ramming and reaming, so vigorous and capable.