Robert Vickers - Tied up sister

Her hand on his cock, she pulled him down on top of her. The swaying of the swing seemed to add to their desire. It hinted at an ages-old motion of fucking. Before he knew it, his hands were working and unfastening the snap of her jeans.

Hips wiggling, body squirming, she quickly shed those light pants like a caterpillar shedding a useless skin. She changed into a glorious butterfly. His hand found her legs, her smooth, satiny legs and began stroking.

Slowly, his hand moved toward her crotch. The divine triangle of her sex beckoned him like a magnet pulls iron. But he resisted the urge to leap forward and stuff his finger up her twat. Instead, he was going to really show her how an expert lover operated.

He'd fuck her like she'd never been fucked before.

His hand inched toward her seething cunt. When his hand promised paradise, it quickly raced don the inside of her leg. The nerves from her snatch to the inside of her knee were all treated to a firm, toady gasp.

Then he slowly worked his way back toward her crotch. It we a torment and it we driving her wild with lust for him.

That was what he wanted.

She was struggling to pull his cock into her cunt. He resisted. As much as he wanted to mount her, then fuck his brains out, he held back. This had to be right. It wasn't every day a guy got to ball his own sister.

That thought worried him. Incest. His very own flesh and blood. His sister. His lovely, blind, helpless sister. Incest with her was wrong. It shouldn't be.

As he started to lift his weight from her pinned body, she gripped his cock and pulled him closer to her twat. There was sudden resolve in him. It didn't matter what went on between them. This was a private matter. Who cared if he was fucking his own sister?

She wanted it!

"Go on, babe, spread those lovely legs for me. Let me into your warm little cunt!" he whispered hotly in her ear. The swing began rocking under their combined weight as they moved into the proper position.

"I need you so! Fuck me good! Let me have your wonderful prick all the way up my cunt!"

She lifted her hips and draped one leg over the back of the seat so that her cunt was wantonly exposed to him. For a moment, all he could do was look. The sight of her drooling pussy lips almost made him blow his wad. He could feel the churning deep in his balls. It was only a matter of seconds before he was creaming all over the place like some kid getting his first piece of tail.

He took a deep breath and allowed her hand to guide his prick to her cunt. He hesitated for a moment. The heat boiling out of her twat was like the fires of hell.

Hips ramming forward, he buried his prick all the way to his balls.

It wasn't hell, it was sheer heaven!

He was surrounded by clutching hot female cunt. Every fold of her soft pussy seemed to grip at his cock, make him feel welcome. The heat boiling out threatened to melt him like an icicle in the sun. But the way her cunt walls squeezed down on him made sure that wouldn't happen.

His cock was rigid and would stay that way. Sheer carnal lust for his own sister insured that.

He began to work his hips back and forth. His cock almost slid out of her juicy quim because of the swaying motion of the swing. It gave a completely different feel to the fucking, that swaying back and forth. But it was a good feel. Almost as good as actually being buried full length in her cunt.

"More, faster, oh, ungh! I… I need you, dearest! Ride me hard! Give all your cock to me!"

He couldn't deny his very own sister this wish. Not when it was his desire, as well!

He began pistoning his hips forward with greater force. He could feel his balls wetly slapping against the girl's upturned ass. The moist fucking noises drove him on a much as her tight, hot pussy.

He could look down into her face, see the look of ecstasy on it. Incest? It was a scare word. Pleasure was the real word. This was the most enjoyable screwing he'd done in years. How badly he'd lusted after his own sister only to deny himself the pleasure.

His cock rammed faster and faster in her greased channel of lust. The friction built in his loins. He wasn't able to really get much leverage for the deep thrusts he so loved. The swing's motion prevented it. A foot planted firmly on the porch helped.

As his sister lifted her leg even higher over the back of the swing and let her other trim leg drift wider, he found himself fucking an incredibly tight pussy.

Never had he found a woman with a twat this small!

If he hadn't known better, he would have thought his sister was a virgin!

But no virgin could use her cunt muscles like she was. The smooth play up and down the length of her velvet lined cunt milked him of his cum. The way she clutched and gripped and played with his fucking cock told him she was adept at balling.

It was more than fun for her, it was an art. And she was an artist of the first class.

Panting, sweat running into his eyes, he kept his hips working harder and harder. He was splitting her apart with his powerful cock. His sister was only able to emit tiny moans of pleasure. No words would form telling how much she was getting off on this.

His cock fucked faster into her cunt. The heat mounted. Friction burned both pussy wail and prick. The fire moved slowly back into his balls. He felt the world tumbling around him.

Fucking her cunt. His sister's cunt. Incest. Warmth and pleasure never known before. Incest. Making the best of his chance with the lovely, blind girl. His sister's responding to his lovemaking. Their fucking taking on intense ecstasy for both.

Then he came. His cock erupted a fountain of pure white, burning hot cum. He spurted a tiny gob into her hungry cunt. Then his cock exploded with the fury of a bomb going off. He blasted his cum all the way into her womb.

Then he was vaguely aware of her shrieking in joy. Her hips were bucking hard, humping up to meet his every forward thrust. She was taking him in as far as she could. Her cum was matching his in intensity.

What was she thinking about?

Was it incest? Did she get off on the fact she was balling her own brother? Or was it something else?

Was he that good a cocksman? Had he fucked her better than any other stud ever had before?

He hoped that was it. He hoped she dug this simply because he was so expert a lover rather than because he was her brother. It didn't matter that much, but it mattered.

His passions spent, he felt his cock slowly go limp inside her twat. She was still wracked with her climax. He tried to keep her up on that lofty pinnacle of human desire for a little while longer by diddling her pea-sized clit.

It worked.

She screamed again and was thrashing through another orgasm before he realized it.

Then Lisa limply collapsed into the seat of the swing. She left her leg draped over the top of the seat, her cunt still lewdly exposed to his lusting gaze.

She simply didn't realize how much such things turned him on. Or did she? Steve couldn't come up with an answer for that question. Nor could he come up with much else for some time, no matter how sexy the sights she presented him.

"Should we have done it?" he asked her.

"Why not? I enjoyed the hell out of it. I just wish I could have seen what was going on."

"It's nice," he admitted. "But there may be things you get out of screwing other people can't. Your sense of feel might be better. You might get a larger charge out of my cock fucking you because you, can't see."

He suddenly shut up. He listened to what he was saying. It all sounded so perverted! He was talking about balling his sister. Every moral value he'd ever been taught had been broken here tonight.

And Lisa was his willing partner in the crime.

Crime? It didn't seem that way to him. It felt good. Incest? Maybe it was just a modern day hex word. Lisa was on the pill. He couldn't get her pregnant.