Marvin Cox: Sister was best

"Oh, Beth, that feels nice," he said, his feelings of right and wrong becoming blurred with, the pleasure his sister was giving him.

"Can I suck you?" Beth asked, kneeling between his strong thighs. "Can I put your cock in my mouth and suck out your cum?"

"Yes, baby, suck it!" Brian rasped. "Suck it dry!"

Just as Beth lowered her head to his cock, his cock just a couple of inches from her aching lips, they both jumped back from each other hearing the familiar voice of their father.

"I'm home!" he called out. "Beth? Brian, you here?"

"Goddammit!" Brian muttered, zipping his jeans up and pulling his sister to her feet. "Quick, get those sheets off the bed!"

"Be right down!" Brian called out.

He took the stairs two at a time and greeted his father. He tried to look him in the face, but he was too embarrassed.

"How was the game?" he finally managed to at last.

His father sat down and threw his golf hat on the couch. "Shot a 79. Not my day. How was yours?" he added.

"Pretty good," Brian answered.

"What did you do?" his father asked, a casual tone in his voice, which Brian took as accusatory.

But the telephone interrupted them both. Brian gladly answered it, and almost sighed with relief hearing the voice of his friend, Gary.

"Sure!" he was saying to his buddy. "I can be ready in about an hour." And then he hung up the receiver.

"Okay if I go to a party tonight?" he asked his father. "That was Gary. He wants me to go with him."

"Fine by me," his father answered. "Just don't stay out too late."

"Thanks, Dad!" Brian yelled out, running up the stairs to his room.

When he got out of the shower, Beth was making his bed, plumping up the pillows. She looked at the wet figure of her big brother, her eyes dancing over his hard, muscular body, little drops of water clinging to the hairs on his chest.

"Ummmmm, you look good!" she said. "I can't wait to finish what we started!"

"Shut up!" Brian whispered. "You want Dad to hear you?" Then he looked at his sister and added, "besides we're not going to finish anything. I just lost my head!"

Beth looked at him wickedly and smiled. "You just wait! We'll see what happens." And then she left the room.

Brian tried to shake the memory of what he had almost done to his sister, and finished getting dressed. It was a relief to get out of the house as he bounded down the stairs, hearing the honk of Gary's car.

The two of them drove down the highway, chatting in the casual way only best friends can do, exchanging jokes and at times rather technical conversation about particular football plays. Gary was also going to Texas, but not on a scholarship, the victim of not letting there be plenty of time for girls later. He had had plenty, Brian knew, and he often envied his friend's free time to mess around, but it hadn't hurt their friendship.

"Where's this bash to take place?" Brian asked, his tone eager, as this was the first real party he had been allowed to attend in years, it seemed.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? It's at Bill's." Gary answered.

"Bill MacIntosh?" Brian asked in disbelief. When Gary nodded a surprised agreement to Brian's shocked expression, Brian added, "Of all the Goddamned luck!"

"Why? What's the matter?" Gary wanted to know.

"It's Brenda, his sister. She hates my guts!" Brian answered.

"Oh, come on, Brian, how could anybody hate your pita? What did you ever do to her?"

"That's just it, it's what I didn't do to her," Brian answered, flatly.

Brian entered the house with a knot in his stomach, not knowing what Brenda would do or say when she saw him. He looked around the large living room, filled with his classmates, and some people he didn't know. And then his gaze zeroed in on Brenda as she sat talking excitedly with another girl. She glanced up, and her smile froze, seeing Brian. And then she got up and walked out of the room, leaving her friend with a confused look on her face.

The party was loud and rather wild, music was blaring from one corner, and several people were passing a joint around. A few couples were dancing, their arms swinging madly as they laughed and enjoyed themselves. Gary entered in with the spirit of things and was soon sitting on the couch, a lovely teenage girl to his side, whispering seductively into her ear.

Brian felt miserable. He looked around for Brenda, but she was nowhere to be found. He waded through the mass of people and went through the door where she had made her hasty exit just minutes before.

He saw her lying on the bed, her right arm over her face. She looked so lovely, so vulnerable, as she lay on the velvet bedspread, her blonde hair flowing freely down her shoulders. She looked asleep.

"Brenda?" Brian asked quietly. "Are you feeling okay?"

If she heard him, she didn't show it. She just lay there quietly, breathing deeply, as her firm, young tits heaved up and down. Brian walked into the room and closed the door, and then studied the gorgeous figure of the girl more closely. He fairly ached between the legs as his mind thought about gently spreading her legs and thrusting his cock into her tight, hot pussy. His hands trembled as he approached her, standing just a couple of feet away.

"Brenda?" he asked again, sitting down on the bed.

She removed her arm, placing it on her stomach and looked up with surprise and some annoyance. She didn't say anything for a few moments, only looking at Brian with a curious contempt.

"What do you want?" she asked sharply.

"I want to love you," Brian heard himself say, surprising her with his tender tone. "I've always wanted to low you!"

Brenda's frosty expression melted slightly. She furrowed her eyebrows as though studying a difficult problem, looking into Brian's handsome face, before she spoke.

"You mean, you want to fuck me now, on your terms!" she said heatedly.

"No," Brian said. "I want to love you, and on any terms."

Brenda was taken aback, not exactly knowing what to do or say. She looked at Brian's face, his massive shoulders, tapering down to a slender waist, and his large capable hands. Her impulse was to grab him in her arms and pull him down on the bed, but her mind screamed against it. She wouldn't be hurt again, by him or anyone else. She lowered her eyes, feeling thorn become moist.

"I'm afraid," she finally whispered. "I think I care for you too much. I don't want to be hurt."

"I won't hurt you. Ever," Brian said softly, taking her hand in his. "I want you, now. Here."

Obeying her first impulse, Brenda savagely pulled Brian don on her body and kissed him violently on the mouth, months of pent-up passion expressed with her hungry lips and tongue.

"Do it to me?" she begged, caressing his large arms. "Fuck me now! I want your cock inside me!"

Brian got up and locked the door and shucked out of his clothes. His gaze never left Brenda's for a moment as he pulled his shorts down, revealing his large, bobbing cock as it slapped against his stomach.

"My God, it's like I thought it would be!" Brenda muttered, taking in the full glory of his massive prick, as it throbbed in agony.

Brian knelt on the bed and slowly began removing Brenda's blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and when he pulled the material open, his eyes were greeted with the most perfect pair of tits he had ever imagined. He lowered his head to them and sucked the hard nipples between his lips and teeth, savoring the delicious aroma.

"Oh, baby, I've waited so long for this!" he whispered against her firm, round tits, "I'm going to fuck you like I should have a long time ago!"

"Do it! Do it, now! Please fuck me, Brian!" Brenda moaned. "I want your cock in me, fucking me!"

Brian removed the rest of her clothes and then placed his knees between her legs. He gently spread her thighs and lowered his hips to hers. He nudged his cockhead against the hot, moist opening of her tiny cunt and rolled his pelvis around on hers, causing them both to grunt with pleasure.