Jason Hyte - Sex kitten

He felt a light pat on his ass but before he could turn, Cissie had slipped an arm around his waist and cuddled her soft hip against his.

"Man, isn't she the greatest?" she said proudly. "God, it makes me feel all sexy just watching her work."

Tannsy came off the beam in a dazzling somersaulting half-twist that went on into a series of forward flips across the slippery polished gym floor. Her arms spreading, she sank into a curtsey to her roaring audience on the last, perfectly timed, flip, folding one leg beneath her and bending her supple little body forward to touch her forehead to the opposite ankle.

With the same indifference Big Brother Super-star had shown, she danced backwards from center stage, took one last graceful bow, and then disappeared through the doorway into the ready room.

"You got time for a little talk with big sister, honey babe?" Cissie asked against Clark's ear through the din of the crowd.

"How can we, you idiot? You have to be in the water in less than thirty minutes. It takes almost that long to get upstairs and back the way we have to stop and rap with all Mom and Dad's frien-sycophants every. two seconds."

Cissie's cheeks flushed, maybe for the first time in her precocious young life. "I didn't mean that, you creep," she said indignantly. "I told you we're finished with that."

"I know, sweetie. You tell me every time we do it."

"Oh, fun-ny! We're not going to do it this time so you can just stop teasing. I really mean it we have to talk. Come on, we can use the Girl Coach's office."

Clark followed Cissie's beautiful round young-woman ass weaving in unconsciously lascivious grace even when she wasn't intending it to. He moved close behind her so nobody would see the rapidly swelling hump in his skimpy trunks. In the female Coach's quarters, he faced toward the door while he sneakily pressed the little button to let the Yale lock snap home. Before turning around, he pulled his trunks just far enough down to let his enormous hard-on spring up from the waist band.

Cissie was seated in the coach's chair behind the desk. As her eyes fell from her brother's grinning face to his superprotuberant middle, her cheeks again flushed red. Her mouth clapped shut, choking off whatever words she had been about to say.

"God damn you," she whispered. "-Come on, then."

Cissie's orange-slashed-blue tank suit was off before she reached the nurse's cot, coming over her feet in two buttock-thudding steps that would have made a queer submit to surgery. She threw herself to her back, spreading her lush young body for him, her quivering breasts already peaking in anticipation.

"Do it, then," she hissed.

Clark bent and kissed Cissie's spread open cunt but Cissie pushed him away. "Just fuck," she ordered. "I wish we did have time for that but we don't."

Clark grabbed one of her legs, then, and spun his sister around to the edge of the cot. Teasing at her from below, he caressed the cushiony knob of his dick across her widely exposed asshole and then slowly, slowly, through the slippery lobes of her flooding cunt. It was the last easy motion of the whole two minutes.

The instant Clark slid his cock into her, Cissie yanked him down to her magnificent bobbling breasts. Her arms wrapped around him, her legs wrapped around him, her cunt wrapped around him. Her hips rolled and Cissie blammed herself at him with a violence he had never known from her before. Almost immediately her cunt blurted, squishing hot juice around his stem and then clamping so hard on the back stroke it began sucking the life out of his dick long before he had ever dreamed of ending it.

Clark pulled his cock out of Cissie in a half-daze with none of his usual desire for laying and soaking.

Cissie grinned, eyeing her brother's sloppy dangling dingus. "You think you and me can't have a quickie Superdick Special?" she panted. "I'll show you lots of things you never knew Big Sister could do. Hey, hand me one of those paper towels, would you? I can't get up or the stuff'll get all over this clean sheet… God, I wish we had time to suck each other off now. The slippery taste like keeps me turned on for a long time after."

Clark grinned finally. "You did kinda get yow studs mixed up, didn't you, baby."

"No. I really didn't intend to get into this when I brought you in here but it seems I can't be alone with you anywhere anymore without wanting that beautiful prick of yours in my cunt or in my mouth or my hand or someplace."

"Suits the hell out of me. What's so critical that we have to waste time talking when you always like a stiff dick in you right up to the last second before you dash out for strategy briefing?"

"… You and Tannsy."

"Oh come on, not that again."

"No, this is different. Over a year of her exclusies with Big Brother now, Clark. That's too long to wait anymore for her kicks to wear-"

"Big Brother Husband, she calls it."

"Hey-y, you don't have to protect her from me-e, man. I-I'm on her side, too-o. But she will be seventeen years old in just a few weeks and she should have some public bedmates showing. I mean it's okay that she keeps on doing it with you if she wants to but she should have at least one other guy for people to know she's making it with. All the time she's home anymore she always looks as sassy as if she's just come from some wild eight hour session with a nine-inch time bomb and looking around for more."

"Honey, we've been over all this before. All three of us. Nobody knows it's me she does it with-… Aw, look, Cis, I admit I never thought it would last as long as it has, but what's the difference as long as it is what she wants? She's been damn good about controlling that temper of hers and keeping it secret."

"…. Okay. Since we did make it so good I was going to wait till all three of us were upstairs so we wouldn't spoil it, but I guess I'll have to give it to you straight right now. Until now you guys have been good at keeping it secret, okay? It's out now, Clarkie, and it wasn't Tannsy's temper that let it out. It was that look that went between you while she was on show. It was just like your face was saying 'You're my woman, baby', and her was saying "You damn well better believe it, man'."

"Oh-oh."

"Ri-ight. Roger's mind was too much on getting his hand in my crotch, but Virginia Compton caught it. I saw her look at Tannsy's face and follow it to yours and then a look went over hers like she'd just discovered a new way of getting it on. I'm sure she suspects something, Clark, and you know old Gin. She's right away going to tell Jerry and Jerry is right away going to try and get it on with Tannsy because he's been in love with her since she was two years old and Virginia is going to get mad and blab it to everybody even if it means her and me split up as best friends because she considers Jerry her steady now except at swap meets. And as long as she can't have you."

"…. So. What do we do now?"

"Ri-ight. What we do now is either you talk with Tann about making it with somebody in some way she can get caught at it or I'm going to have to."

"I'd better do it then. She'll understand it better from me, I think, don't you?"

"Probably, but I want you to do it right away, okay? Like tonight, even?-Hey, Virginia's mom arranged the hotel manager's private gym for the girls' team to work out in tonight. I'm sure it won't be too hard to talk Virginia into throwing a swappie instead of exercising if I tell her you're coming and you can bring Tannsy down. Maybe seeing somebody else getting it will turn her on high enough to want it with anybody that's available and we won't have to force anything on her. Like it always does me-e."

"Aw, Cis, I hate to do that to her."

"Well, I do, too, but what other way is there? It has to be done tonight. Period. Before Gin crawls in with Jerry. Hey, it's about time, isn't it? We'd better split."