Norma Egan - Between auntie_s thighs

"No, I haven't," Stacy protested. "I mean, I don't believe it's necessarily wrong. It just seems kind of funny, that's all. I mean, my own brother…"

"Oh, Christ," Mark said scornfully. "Okay, if it bothers you, let's just forget it."

It did bother Stacy, but she didn't know why. Idly she reversed her position beside Mark so she could lick his balls and he could play with her pussy. It was one of their favorite things. Usually they made each other come that way. But now Stacy was thinking maybe her brother had a point.

Mark eyed the pretty little puff of platinum fur over his sister's muff. It was the loveliest muff he'd ever seen, and he got aroused just looking at it. He quickly parted the blonde furry lips and exposed the tiny red bump df her clit. His tongue snaked out to tickle it.

"Ummm, yeah, Mark," Stacy sighed, "that's good…"

She returned the favor by sticking out her dainty pink tongue to lap and tease his pretty pale cock. She'd seen a lot of cocks in her short life, but she still thought her brother's prick was the most handsome and exciting. She loved to lick and taste it.

"Yeah, Stacy, that's nice," Mark moaned. "Lick my cock, yeah…"

The room was quiet for awhile except for the faint wet lapping and sucking sounds as brother and sister tongued each other. Mark pressed his mouth against Stacy's tasty little clit and sucked on it, making his sister cream hotly into his face. Stacy sucked his cock into her hot juicy little mouth, tugging it greedily, and Mark moaned.

He was thinking how much he'd like to get it on with his pretty little sister. Stacy was right, it did seem kind of strange, but he figured they could overcome that in a hurry. Stacy was the sexiest girl in the world as far as he was concerned, and once the idea had entered his head about fucking her, he couldn't stop thinking of it.

Stacy sucked her brother's cock fast and hungrily, quickly getting him hard. She thought how much she loved her brother's prick and how it might feel inside her. She'd always suspected that Mark was a fantastic lay. So what did it matter if he was her brother? No one had to know…

"Suck me," Mark gasped, "suck me, Stacy, bring me off…"

This was always an exciting moment for him, when his horny little sister started sucking his meat furiously, bringing him to a helpless yelping come, while he sucked on her tiny clit and made her climax all over his face.

But now, to his surprise, Stacy suddenly spat out his erect, swollen dick. She was looking at him with hot glazed eyes, a really weird look.

"Hey, what's happening?" Mark asked.

Stacy's voice was husky. "I changed my mind, Mark," she said. "I want you to ball me."

Mark's full cock twitched with excitement, but he gently kissed his sister and said, "Are you sure? I don't want you to be sorry later."

Stacy ran her small hand lovingly up and down the rigid throbbing pole of his dick. "Yes," she said, "I'm sure. As long as nobody knows, Mark, you and I can do anything we want. We can have our own world."

"That's fight," Mark said enthusiastically, "just like always… our own world that nobody else knows about."

Stacy smiled adoringly at her handsome brother. She let herself fall slowly back onto the bed, her lovely light blonde hair spreading over the pillow. She slowly opened her slim long legs, unveiling her ripe pink pussy, and her eyes dropped hungrily to Mark's rigid young prick which strained against his belly and bubbled bright drops of cream.

Mark stared at his little sister's beautiful pink slit. He'd sucked it often enough, licked and tasted and explored it, but he'd never had his cock there. His breathing grew quick and excited. He crawled over to her and knelt between her silky thighs.

"Yes, Mark, do it," Stacy breathed. "Hurry. Oh, Mark, I'm so excited."

"Me, too," Mark admitted.

Gingerly he bent his stiff swollen rod till the bulbous dark-red tip touched the steamy little pit of her cunt mouth. Stacy moaned hungrily but held still for him, and Mark wedged the fat head of his dick into her. He held it there, just an inch inside her seething little box, savoring the moment. He thought, I'm balling my sister. But the thought didn't repel him. It turned him on.

Stacy was no longer afraid, either. Her tiny teenage cunt seethed with excitement when Mark wedged his big cock-head into her and held it there. The idea that her own brother was about to stick his cock into her was tremendously arousing to her. Her hot cream bubbled around his intruding cock-head.

Mark sighed deeply and let himself down on her, his hard young chest flattening her ripe pointed jugs. His cock glided into her, slowly nosing to her womb, and brother and sister embraced each other tightly and moaned in their excitement.

"Ball me, Mark, ball me," Stacy chanted.

"I will, little sister, I will," he panted.

Stacy felt his fat young prick moving in her and she gave a shrill howl of pleasure.

In the master bedroom Bill and Karen tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Unknown to each other, they were having almost identical thoughts. Both had vowed to give up their young lovers, and both were so horny they were almost in pain.

Bill tried to ignore his aching hard-on, but he couldn't stop the helpless visions of Stacy at the beach, mounting him, wantonly thrusting her little fiery wet pussy onto the impalement of his dick. Christ, that exquisitely tight cunt of hers… He ached to have her again.

And why not? She wanted it, and so did he.

He'd already had her once, so what difference would it make if they did it again? As long as no one knew… Oh, damn it all, why kid himself. He wanted the girl, and he was going to have her, even if she was his adopted daughter.

Having made up his mind, Bill slipped quietly out of bed and tiptoed out of the room, unaware that his wife was awake. He intended to go right to Stacy's room, ball her, get his agony over with.

Karen hardly noticed Bill leaving, she was so engrossed in her own thoughts. She assumed he'd gone to the kitchen for a snack, as he sometimes did when he couldn't sleep. She took the opportunity to moan out loud.

"Oh, God," she sighed, "what am I going to do?"

She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to drop all her reservations and fears, wanted to have a full-fledged affair with Mark. It would be so great to be well and regularly fucked. That wasn't asking so much, and she needed it so badly. If only he weren't so young, if only he weren't her nephew…

Karen's cunt seemed afire with need, and she knew she'd never sleep when she was so acutely horny. She could masturbate, of course, but it seemed inadequate and childish to her now that she'd made love with Mark. She ached for his deliciously fat young cock.

Oh, to hell with it – the damage was already done, she'd already fucked the boy once. Another time wouldn't make that much difference. She had to have the boy, she just had to.

Karen got determinedly out of bed and marched down the hall in her nightgown. Bill would assume she was in the bathroom reading, which she often did when she couldn't sleep. She was just approaching Mark's bedroom door when, to her astonishment, Bill came out of Stacy's room.

They stared at each other. Karen wondered what the hell her husband was doing in the girl's room. Bill wondered why Karen was standing at Mark's door, her hand raised to knock.

Husband and wife slowly blushed deep red with guilt.

"Bill," Karen said, "what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question," he replied. "As it happens…"

He didn't get any farther. Just then they heard a strange cry, a shrill squeal, coming from behind Mark's door.

Bill and Karen exchanged puzzled glances. Neither said anything. They were in silent agreement to find out what that noise was, but without giving away their presence. They listened, and other noises followed – sighs, gasps, grunts, squeals.