John Kellerman - The family secret

"Nhhuuhh," she gasped, writhing under his hands and mouth and body. Something hot and hard pressed against her thigh. She knew that her brother's rigid cock was getting dangerously close to her cunt. And her gown had been jerked down off her shoulders and shoved up to expose her belly. She could feel his hairy muscular stomach rubbing hers.

"Howell… this is awful!"

"It isn't awful," he grunted, "and you know it isn't!"

"Oh… leave me be! Leave me…" Her head fell to the side as Howell's mouth wet her neck and ear. She was jerking now, unable to stop the flood of pleasure that had swept through her every fiber.

And Howell's cock seemed even harder now. It felt like an ax handle as he eased it up the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She wriggled again, tilting her hips furiously in an attempt to keep him away from her seeping, feverish hole. But the tip of his cock had pushed into the tanged thatch of dark cunt hair. She could feel the curls parting until at last his glans throbbed against the slightly parted swells of her labia.

Now Abby was almost afraid to move. Every time she did, Howell gained a fraction of an inch. And her juices were seeping out, slickening the spongy head of his penis.

"Ohhh God! Ohhhh! I can't stand it! I'll die if you stick that thing in me!"

"Abby, I can smell you, taste you!" He kissed her mouth hard and she couldn't keep his tongue from probing deep. She moaned into the kiss, writhing, pounding his back weakly with her fists. But she was no match for his strength and desire. The glow that she'd felt between her legs was growing into something else. Her brother's cock was heating her up! She could hardly believe it was happening. Then Howell moved his hips and she heard the wet sound as her petals opened to him.

"Nhhhaaaa… Ohhhhhh help, somebody, help!" Her protests were faint gasps now as she felt her brother's passion. He sensed an easy victory now. She knew that he could smell her excitement. And yes, the rub of his body against her soft, white belly and breasts was having an effect on her. But she tried to hold off with her mind. It was wrong, this hungry, bestial lust she felt. It was wrong because they were blood kin. She dug her long nails against his shoulders as he lunged again with his hips. The head of his cock had completely entered her slit now and was forcing open the circle of muscles that surrounded her vagina.

"Howell… don't… don't do it!"

"I'm gonna get you at last," he mumbled, biting the tender areola near a nipple. She arched her back sharply, her nails going deeper in his flesh. Then she felt him lurch again, felt the spreading stretch of her pussy as his flared crown went in. A shudder of utter pleasure went through her. She gasped, gave a cry and fell back on the bed, spit drooling from the side of her mouth. Howell was on her like a tiger then, forcing her long legs apart as he fucked for depth.

"Ahhh… Ohhh Howell!"

Abby felt that she was past caring now. She wanted to resist, but couldn't. The thrills were so intense, the friction of his rigid shaft rubbing past her raped petals indescribably lovely. She was forgetting who it was atop her. Forgetting that it was Howell. She didn't want to know at all.

"Nhuuuh! Oowwwww!"

"You're tight and hot. God, you've wonderful," he gasped, working his cocks in and out, deepening his penetration as the skin of his shaft became slickened with her musky juices.

"It hurts… it hurts!" She ground her teeth together, breath hissing between them. But there was no stopping Howell now. He had her soft heat surrounding him now. He wanted more. With a groan he put another inch inside her body and then another. She bucked and wiggled as her insides opened to him. She felt the fullness. She felt that throbbing chunk of meat entering her deepest secret.

Howell was wheezing and bucking like crazy now and she sensed that her tight pussy was about to bring him off. Abby felt a sudden anger. The nerve of her horny brother, coming in, taking her in her own bed and now he was going to pump his cum out and leave her trembling and used. He didn't care about anything but his own pleasure. She bit her lip and remembered the power of her body. The sudden spasms of pleasure he'd brought to her had made it hard to resist him. But now she was mad. She focused her concentration and bore down with all her might. She could feel the muscles around the beginning of her hole tighten down like the lens of a camera. Howell made a funny sound in his throat and then stopped fucking.

"Abby… Jesus! Hey, God damn you're gonna cut it off!"

But she wasn't finished yet. She knew she'd stopped him from coming. Now she wanted him to suffer a little more. She squinched her eyes and thought only of that trembling, muscular area where her brother's cock had speared her softness. But it wasn't so soft anymore. She tightened again, harder.

Howell choked and his mouth came open. His face was red with pain. She had the sonofabitch now! She felt like she could almost pinch his prick right off at the base. Of course she couldn't, but at least she'd cut off the blood flow, stopped his orgasm as surely as if she'd plunged an icicle up his ass.

"Now maybe you'll have some thought of my feelings," she whined, keeping the pressure against him. But she was beginning to ache down there. She couldn't keep it up forever. "Damn you, you… you animal!"

"Abby, let it off! Christ, it hurts like hell!"

"Why did you come in here tonight?" she hissed, jerking her hips to increase the pain on his cock.

"I told you… I couldn't help it. I've been watching you and I couldn't just smell your underwear and jack off any longer. I had to know how it would be!"

This confession had unexplainably excited her. So her twenty-five-year-old brother actually filched her underwear and use them as an erotic aid to his self abuse. A shiver went through her. She felt her anger starting to drain away. But she wanted to be mad at him!

"You're awful!" she gasped, knowing really that Howell's having stolen her panties was terribly exciting.

"Sometimes I watch you undress," he said, trying to kiss her mouth. "I stand out on the balcony and when you've got your doors closed, you don't see me."

"Watch me undress!" She weakened more. Her cunt muscles were aching more than ever. She couldn't keep squeezing him like that. And the more she thought of him with her underwear, watching her undress…

"I want you, Abby… got to have you." She'd let her defenses down and now her brother jerked his cock from her body. It came out with a sucking sound and he quickly wiggled down between her thighs. She struggled but it was too late. The next thing she felt was his open mouth covering her smoldering pubes. As his tongue gouged down along her slit, Abby sucked in a breath and held it, her willowy body shaking with the subtle friction he was bringing to her swollen pads.

"Uhhhh… Ohhh God, I never felt anything like that! Never… never!"

"Abby, Abby," he mumbled, pressing his lips against her again. His tongue raked pure pleasure from her pussy. She felt new floods of juice. She widened her thighs and bent her knees up, up until her long feet dangled in the air above Howell's head. And the noisy feast he was having began to send tendrils of ecstasy through her in steady, pulsing rhythms.

"Ahhhhhh," she coughed, feeling herself letting go. She came with a strangled whimper, clutching her brother's head against her butter-smeared petals, plunging her hot cunt up and down his open mouth. She'd fingerfucked hundreds of times, even been brought off by the fingers of a few talented men she'd known. But this was only the second time ever she'd gotten into paradise with a male mouth sucking her pussy juices, lapping hungrily at her ravaged clit. "Yuuuuhhh!" she whimpered, flopping and squirming in the ecstasy that seemed to float her away.