Ray Mills - Sister_s hot lips

As her lust became more insistent, she speeded up the tempo. She swirled her aching clit wildly with two fingers. Her eyes glazed and her mouth went slack. She gasped and whimpered, panting rapidly.

"Oh! Oh… oh! Oh God!"

Her eyes never left the beauty of her trembling body. "I'm going to come!" she whimpered.

She we on the verge of another small tight orgasm, like the one she had just had on the bed. It was better than nothing, but it wasn't what she wanted.

All the sharp tiny spasms bit her just as the telephone rang. "Oh!" she cried out. "Uh!"

But she quickly yanked her hand out of her pussy. The ringing phone had scared her to death. It was almost as if someone had walked in on her, just as she was coming.

She tried to control her panting. She desperately wanted to answer the phone. What if it were somebody she could ask over? Maybe an old boyfriend. Anybody! she thought wildly.

She calmed herself and went to the phone.

"Yes?"

"Marsha?"

"Yes."

"It's David."

"David?" she gasped nervously. "What… what are you doing in town?" It was her brother, who lived in there.

"Debby and I are here for a few days," he said. "She went downtown to shop and I thought I'd surprise you. You sound kind of funny. Is somebody hard? Did I end up on something?"

Marsha felt a funny fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She didn't dare think the thoughts that the warm ache in her cunt made her want to think. Instead, she tried not to think of anything. Then she tried to think normal thoughts.

David's coming over, she thought. How nice. I haven't seen him for over a year. And he's not bringing his wife Debby with him. How unfortunate. Why don't you calm down, Marsha?

There's never been anything like that between you and your brother. You never even thought of it until now. After all, you're not Kirstie. She and Rick has been…

Suddenly she glanced don at her naked body. God, I've got to put something on!

She went into her bedroom and tried to decide what to wear. But it was as if she were paralyzed. She didn't know how long she stood looking at her clothes, trying to decide what to put on. But it was too long. The doorbell rang and she was still naked.

Oh my God! she said to herself. Quickly she matched her short yellow shower smock off the hanger and dipped into it. Her heart pounded and she felt very wicked and guilty. The hem of the smock came don only just beneath the round moons of ha ass. The top of it barely closed over the mounds of her breasts. It wasn't something a grown woman should wear to greet her brother.

The doorbell rang again and she raced to answer it. "HI," she said breathlessly as she opened the door.

"I was beginning to feel wonderful. That's the right place," David grinned. "It's been quite a while since I was here."

"Come on in!"

Marsha shut the door behind him. All of a madden he felt stark naked in the shower smock. Her brother being a man, couldn't help glancing at her bulging breasts and her long legs. Feeling suddenly shy, Marsha tugged self-consciously at the hem of the smock, tying to make it cover her naked thighs. It was useless.

"Well!" she said, very nervous. "Let me run in and put something else on. You sort of… caught me by surprise."

"Don't change on my account," David said.

He shook his head slightly as if to break free his gaze from the sight of Marsha's bulbous nipples sliding around under the thin cloth of her smock.

"Well, if you don't mind…" she purred warmly, instantly ashamed of the obvious sensuality she had let creep into her voice.

She knew he was seeing her as a woman for the first time in his life. She had hardly given him a choice in the matter. But, she was seeing him as a man for the first time, too. Instead of as a brother. She knew it was her experience with Rick and Kirstie that had made her do it.

But she didn't half mind. David was a very handsome man. He had a rough masculine glint in his keen gray eyes. And she was surprised that she had never seemed to noticed how rugged and powerful-looking his body was.

"Could I offer you something?" she asked, trying to break the spell both of them were in. "A beer? A drink?"

"Beer's fine."

Marsha went into the kitchen to get him a beer. She could feel his eyes off the backs of her bare legs. Again her nerves made her want to tug down the hem of the short smock. She returned with his beer. As she bent over to hand it to him, she caught his eyes on the upper slopes of her swaying breasts.

Briefly her gaze caught his and held it, smoldering. Then she quickly turned away and went across the room to the stereo.

"Whatever happened to that smashing roommate of yours?" David asked, clearly uncomfortable. "Doesn't she live here any more?"

"Kirstie? Oh, she went to the mountains for the weekend with her… boyfriend."

Marsha took a record out of its jacket and bent over to put it on the turntable. She could feel the hem of her smock tilt up, exposing her entire naked ass.

David couldn't take his eyes off it. Her smooth out curving asscheeks was round. He could see the glistening wet seam of her cunt below them. His cock began to thump, and his collar felt too tight.

Finally Marsha stood straight again and turned back to him. She smirked coyly at tier brother.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Aren't I enough company for you?"

"Oh, sure."

David looked very embarrassed. He sipped his beer nervously. Marsha knew it was because he had seen her ass and her cunt. She too felt a little ashamed of herself. But it was enormously exciting. As she crossed the worn toward him again, she glanced down at his crotch and saw the thick lump there. She sat down next to him on the sofa.

"So," she said casually. "Tell me what you've been doing with yourself."

David made a disjointed attempt to tell her what he had been doing. Marsha pretended to listen. She stared at him and crossed her long bare legs. The skirt of her smock hiked up again, showing off the tops of her tawny thighs and her hips. He tried not to look.

Marsha felt a tiny itch on her back and began rubbing it against the sofa. Arching her back made her breasts thrust out and her nipples protrude even more. Also, it loosened the flimsy cloth sash that held the smock together. Her breasts threatened to spill out.

"What's the matter?" David asked, unable to take his eyes off her exposed cleavage.

"I've got this little itch on my back," she said. "Why don't you scratch it for me?"

"Okay."

She turned her back to him. His fine began to explore it through the thin cloth, searching for the itch.

"Lower," she murmured. "Now over to the right."

Shivers of desire gripped her body as his fingers played over her shoulder blades and pressed the firm muscles of her lower back. The more he scratched gently through the cloth, the more the thin fabric of the smack loosened on her body. She glanced down and saw that the sash was completely loose.

Now she writhed her back under his fingers. She bent her head forward and tossed the rich mane of her chestnut hair aside, exposing the nape after neck.

"Oh, that feels so good," she cooed in a soft husky voice. "I wish the cloth wasn't in the way."

David nodded.

She could hear her brother's heavy breathing and feel the tension in his fingers. But he didn't say anything.

"Don't you?" she prompted in a soft whisper.

"Yes," he replied so softly she could barely hear it.

But his fingers kept moving trying to touch her warm flesh through the cloth. Slowly Marsha shrugged the cloth off her shoulders. The smock slid down her naked back and fell on the sofa between them. Since it was all she was wearing, she was now totally naked.

"Do you think we should be doing this?" David asked.