Rand McTiernan: Her Forbidden Brother

The heat was blasting from her, she was jerking with spasms and sudden trembles as he made the move she was waiting for. His tongue glided inside the lips and deep into the hugging slickness of her pussy walls. Dorothy melted, she again lost her breath, more waves of cream spilled from her insides to greet his digging, squirming tongue.

She came down hard on her mouthful of cock and felt the head squeeze deep and force around the slight curve of her gurgling throat.

Her ass, her hips, her golden twat were clipping up to David's face with greater and greater fever as he plied her clitoris and wet, dripping lips with his tongue. The taste of her juice was fresh, clean, exciting his mouth with a thousand different flavors of mellow pussy. It dug deeper as she pushed down harder. Dorothy could feel her whole throat expanding, peeling back like so much elastic around the pulpy knob leading his long cock. She held her breath to keep from choking and twisted her face on the shaft until it was suddenly, wonderfully, completely inside her. She paused to feel her throat being fucked. David used his hands to spread her thighs even further apart. Dorothy was a limber girl, the legs separated into an open split leaving nothing before his face but cunt, buns and asshole. With a broad swipe he licked from the blond cap of hair across the red twat and to the pink little asshole. Even with her legs so widespread her hips were able to jerk and twist as the thrilling tongue ignited her anus. He pointed the tongue and pushed straight against the asshole until it eased open. He slowly slid his tongue inside the incredible tightness of the quivering hole.

Dorothy's head was pumping ferociously up and down to plow the cock with great speed deep into the sucking recesses of her boiling mouth and throat. The feeling in her ass was beyond belief, so soft, so warm, so filling and pleasant. David got the tongue all the way inside before scooping the tip from side to side. An instant reaction came to his sister, she groaned on her stuffing of pecker, her whole torso started to sway rhythmically against his body, the colon muscle of her ass tightened, went very loose, slammed back again as her hips clipped with a blur of speed and another stream of happy milk drained from the contracting walls of her boiling twat. “Uuuuuuhhhhhh…” she groaned. He whipped his tongue with faster strokes to drive the climax she was experiencing even higher, to make her sweet body and tasty asshole crack with thunderous applause and release wave after wave of jolting juice down to his face, tongue and mouth. His nose was snuggled between the clamp of her buns and her twat squirmed hotly against the end of his chin as Dorothy drove the cock deep enough inside her mouth to feel his pubic hair on her lips. She was swimming, totally gone, she had never thought sexual pleasure was allowed to feel this good. Her hands, her feet, her knees and elbows were even experiencing the wonderful release and tremendous fill of her openings. And the cock, the big, long cock of her brother that she had stared at for so many years was now hers, hers to kiss and lick, to touch and stroke… to fuck with everything her body could offer.

David moved her still trembling body around until she faced him with her flushed cheeks and beaming eyes. Her hair was a yellow tousle across her head, the nipples of her swollen tits were like red wine grapes, they were so excited, her breathing came in full-bodied gasps.

“Oh, David, I feel so good… so great… I love you!” she emotionally cried. Her arms went about his neck and she pulled her warm body in tight next to his. David smiled and held her close while she regained her breath. He had made it, with several girls from school but it had never been this good. Usually it was an impulse that made him make a pass at the girl and usually it was because the girl was coyly teasing him, half believing he was homosexual. The rumors about Ins sexuality had proved valuable at times; it seems girls can't accept such things and almost always try to find out for themselves.

That's what Mary-Sue Ellis was doing one day as a group of them were swimming along the creek running into the lake. She was flirting, and even though she had a steady boyfriend, David caught her with a surprising response. They did it back in the bushes and from that day on Mary-Sue Ellis never flirted with him again. He fucked her so thoroughly and so expertly that she now always looked at him with respect and some fear. She was afraid to risk the secure thing she had with her boy-friend to ever meet David again, she was also dreadfully afraid of falling in love with the “weird” kid at school. The other girls were screwed by David under just as haphazard circumstances. Most of them had steady boyfriends and all of them were only once. It seems the boyfriends never worried if they saw their girl with the “queer,” there was nothing to worry about. But each time David fucked one she shied away after that, staring at him from a distance with admiration, a deep respect, and most of all, that same fear. Dorothy kissed his neck, her pulse was returning to normal, she felt warm, secure, very happy and, unlike the other girls, totally unafraid. It was the first time she could recall ever feeling so good about her life, her future, her desires. She now knew what she wanted… to make David the happiest man in the world. He made her the happiest woman. He was so unlike Ted. Ted's touch, his kisses, his caresses were all like the pats on the neck a man gives a horse.

Heavy-handed, unconfident, almost as if being with a woman was forbidden, wrong, something a man did more as duty than desire. David wasn't like that, he made love as delicately and harmoniously as he played his flute. David saw she was relaxed and again moved his hands across her white, tender flesh. She was smooth, soft, curving in so many subtle, delicious ways. His hands thrilled at each incline and decline of her healthy, well-developed body, the full, proud rump, the narrow, tight waist and bulging, flesh-filled tits. She touched his body. His long, lean body which made him such a good swimmer, his graceful legs and arms and narrow hips. She wanted to lick him everywhere, kiss all of him, taste each square inch of his sleek form and swallow as much of him as she could. He was her brother and he was like her in so many ways… and different in one exciting way.

Their mouths came together, perfectly matched, the tips of their tongues touched, danced, curled together like lucking snakes. His fingers were back to the vagina which had earlier spilled so much love into his mouth, it was still moist, still eager to enjoy more of him.

She held his cock with both hands like a baseball player holds a bat. It was so big she wondered if he could get it inside her. It fit in her mouth and throat with a lot of work, whether that was possible elsewhere was a question she looked forward to answering. Her lingers moved and she started stroking the hard, powerful spike. “Lie on your back, Sis,” he whispered. She grinned and quickly did as he said. His hands opened her thighs once again to expose the pink hole between. The whole area was painted with lubricating moisture, it glowed like a glazed dessert before his eyes. “Will you fit?” she meekly asked. “We're from the same mold, sister,” he teasingly said. “I don't think we'll have any problem. Are you sure you want me to?” “Yes.” “You don't think it's wrong?” She firmly said, “No.” “Good.” David lowered himself down until the tip of his cock brushed into her soft hair. She inhaled to prepare herself, made a strong effort at relaxing, she knew he would be gentle and also knew she should just let her body receive the cock with as little tension as possible. The two were so intent on their preparation that neither one heard the car pull into the driveway. David rubbed his cock head against the moistness of her pussy lips until it shone with slippery juice. There was no need to worry about wetness, there was plenty of that. He pressed with ease against the slit, his spadelike cock head moved into the elastic foreskins and parted them wide to each side. She was going to be tight, wonderfully tight, but she could handle the length and circumference of his cock.