Don Scott: Orgy sisters

"Ahhhhhhhhh! I'm – ahhhhhhhhh!" Kevin gasped into Jan's ear as his cum flooded her pussy.

But Jan didn't hear Kevin's words. She was tossed in the convulsive spasms of her own orgasm and her pussy juice was streaming out of her cunt, mingling with the blobs of Kevin's jism.

When Kevin's balls had given Jan everything they held, his prick felt sore and tender. Her hot pussy had him so exhausted that, when he was finished, he couldn't do anything more than slump down onto Jan's heaving body, feeling her tits mash against his chest.

"Precious… my precious," Kevin whispered, kissing her velvet-soft neck.

The old house really didn't have a great deal of room. Desiree and Kandi shared one room, each sleeping in a single bed. Jan had a room to herself and the big queen-size bed dominated the space. Kevin and Mike took the third room.

It was around two in the morning when Mike finally decided to see if a couple more beers would help him get to sleep. The haunting vision of his lovely sisters, as well as the tossing and turning of Kevin as he slept, had kept Mike wide awake.

Slipping quietly out of bed, careful not to wake his younger brother, Mike went to the tiny kitchen and opened the ancient refrigerator. He grabbed a cold Pabst and ripped off the pull ring.

He sat in a hard-backed wooden chair, dressed just in his underwear, and sipped the beer thoughtfully, his brain still buzzing with lusty thoughts.

Kandi heard the beer open and she sat upright in bed. She, like her older brother, had problems getting to sleep on that night. Kandi wanted to get fucked. She wanted to fuck, but with whom? Listening carefully in the silence, Kandi heard a soulful groan coming from the kitchen and she slipped her feet over the edge of the bed. She knew it was her older brother Mike.

Kandi walked to the kitchen, wearing her opaque baby-doll nightie. The bottom half of her pajamas was little more than bikini panties with some lace sewn around the waistband and leg openings. The top was pale blue, cut low at the neck and tied together with several loose bows. In normal light, Kandi's richly brown areolas could be seen through the sheer material.

Mike heard the soft approaching footsteps and he hoped it would be Desiree. Since seeing her huge, billowing tits that morning, her body had filled his mind with restless thoughts. However, when he saw Kandi's silhouette in the moon's dim glow, he was anything but disappointed.

"Hello," Kandi said softly, opening the refrigerator and taking out a beer. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Things on my mind," Mike replied. At the sight of her smooth, slender body, tapered legs and upturned tits, Mike's prick began to harden in his underwear. "Thought a beer might help."

Kandi leaned against the refrigerator, aware of Mike's eyes on her body. She noticed the slight excess weight around his middle, but also noticed the broadness of his shoulders and the thickness in his biceps and forearms. Her brother was a powerful man, and she wondered if his prick was as bulky and powerful as the rest of his body.

"Me, too," Kandi said, sipping her beer. "Sometimes I just can't stop thinking about certain things. That keeps me awake."

Mike looked into Kandi's eyes. He knew then and there he had her. He saw the adoration in her eyes, and the lust that smoldered just below the surface. He instinctively knew what she wanted, needed. He knew it and intended on giving it to her.

Mike grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the table and lighted one. Kandi stepped forward, reaching for the pack. Mike replaced the pack to the table and shook his head.

"What are you, on a health kick with your kid sister?"

Kandi reached for the pack and Mike grabbed her slender wrist in his meaty hand. Kandi looked at Mike uncomprehendingly. When she felt him pull down on her wrist, she resisted, but finally Mike's strength and the growing realization of what he wanted made her kneel at his feet.

"Do you want me?" Kandi asked softly.

Mike released her wrist, then hooked his hand around Kandi's neck. He felt the silkiness of her raven hair, and the touch made his cock throb even more powerfully in his underwear. It was tented out as the rigid bluntness of Mike's prick strained to get free.

"Mike, I…" Her words faltered as she stared at her brother's straining cock. "What do you want? I… say something!"

Holding her by the head, Mike used his other hand to push the elastic band of his underwear under his throbbing prick and cum-laden balls. His cock was hard as iron, his cockhead large and round, pulsating with his pounding heart. Along the underside of his prickshaft, the thick blue vein showed clearly. His balls were the size of golf balls.

"Mike, what if someone…"

Kandi was silenced when Mike slowly, deliberately pulled her face down over his cock. Her lips, moving with her words, slipped over his quivering prick-knob, caressing his cock in a liquid and fleshy embrace.

A low groan escaped Mike as he felt his prick sink into Kandi's young, hot mouth. He pushed her head down farther, his sensitive cockshaft feeling every flick of her tongue, until his cockhead was wedged firmly at the opening of her throat.

Kandi put her hands on Mike's thighs, her moist lips split wide with the jaw-stretching girth of his cock. She tasted the pre-cum that oozed from the tip of his prick, and the taste excited her. She tightened her lips around his cockshaft, letting her tongue flick almost nervously around the hard sides and soft underside of Mike's cock.

It was a mind-blowing experience for Kandi. For all her experience at sucking cocks and getting fucked, she had never met a man with so much sexual confidence. Mike hadn't said a thing sexual to her, hadn't tried to seduce her in the conventional sense of the word. Simply, he made her suck his cock and did it in such a way that, with time, she would think she was the one who made the first advance.

Mike looked down his body at Kandi. Her wide-set, dark brown eyes were turned up to him, a lock of jet-black hair falling over her forehead and across one eye. His prick was stuffed several inches deep into her hot mouth, and Mike saw how her cheeks bulged out to accommodate his fat cock.

Kandi drew a tight suction on his prick, then began bobbing her head up and down over his cock. She scratched at Mike's naked thighs with her fingernails and swirled her tongue feverishly over his prickhead when just the knob was still between her lips.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Kandi moaned as she curled her fingers around the root of Mike's cockshaft. She was amazed when she noticed that, with his cock in her fist, she couldn't touch her thumb to her fingers.

Mike picked his cigarette up from the ash tray and puffed on it calmly. Unlike most heavy smokers, Mike never inhaled the smoke.

Kandi cupped his huge balls in her palm, rolling them slowly back and forth in their sac as she tossed her head with increasing speed to and fro over his cock. Her lips glided smoothly along the slick length of prick flesh, rolling over the rim of his cockhead to gnaw gently on the tip.

Mike leaned back in his chair, pushing his feet out, surrounding Kandi's slender body with his bulky thighs. He had half a notion of reaching down to fondle those soft, delicious-looking tits of hers, but decided against it. This was Kandi's chance to please him, to treat him like a king. Later he would show the girl his prowess with his prick, tongue and hands.

"Unnnmmmmm!" Kandi sighed, salivating heavily around the throbbing prick that fucked her mouth. She sucked hard, taking his cock deep into her mouth, then pulling up. She fondled his hairy balls and whacked on his hard cockshaft, sliding her fingers wetly over his slick prick.

Despite his apparent casualness, Mike's body was certainly aware of what Kandi was doing. His heart was pounding in his chest and he puffed on his cigarette frantically, blowing out thick plumes of smoke. He smoked it to the filter, then lit a second cigarette.