Ray Mills: Sister_s hot lips

Kirstie turned the front of her body to the shower and let the hot sharp needles of water strike her bared breasts. Her plump nipples stiffened and throbbed. She threw her head back and shut her eyes, giving in to the sensations, thinking dreamily about the letter.

Rick was coming back. His discharge from the Army was final. It had been three long years. But it was over now. He would be arriving tomorrow.

Kirstie felt all the old feelings rekindle. All the thirsty passion and hot shame she had thought were gone forever began swirling through her mind and body as she luxuriated in the pleasure of the shower. There had been times during the three years when she had hoped it was all gone. Many times. It was so wrong. They had been young. And wicked. Deliciously wicked. But the separation would be good for them.

Rick would go into the Army. He would ball lots of Korean cuties; think of her as virgin when it came to the sophisticated arts of love. That would straighten everything out. And when he returned, they would be just friends, brother and sister in the normal way. What they had shared would always be a fond memory, but nothing more than that.

The problem was that, for Kirstie at least, it was still more than that. She herself had moved to San Francisco and got a good job. She had gone through several boyfriends, and her share of sexual experience. She would go several months without thinking of her brother. Then she would have a dream. She would be fucking with Rick, rutting like a wild animal. She would wake up, groaning and coming without even having touched herself.

All the old shame and hot excitement would sweep over her. Just as it was doing now, with the shower beating against her breasts, making them tingle and ache. She could imagine his lips on her wet nipples, his tongue on her pulsing cunt. Oh God, it's not over! she thought. It's not over at all!

She tried to restrain her reveries, but she couldn't. The hot water relaxed her and let the memories flow through her. The letter had set it oft and she couldn't stop it. Lovingly she recalled every detail of how it had begun.

She remembered the hot summer evening in Santa Monica when she had come home early from a date. She was nineteen at the time, during her first year at UCLA. Rick was only eighteen. It was the first summer their parents had decided they were old enough to stay on their own for a few weeks while they themselves went on vacation. That particular evening Kirstie had had a date with a big campus football star. But the crude bastard had barely let an hour elapse before he began trying to shove his big old dong up Kirstie's end zone. It was the closest thing to a near-rape she had ever gone through. She had escaped only by threatening to go to his coach and make the whole thing public.

By the time she got home, her clothes were torn, her makeup smudged with dry tears, her heart pounding. She was thankful that Rick didn't seem to be home to witness her disheveled state. The evening was still so warm that she decided the only thing to relax her was a lazy swim in the pool. So she put on her bikini and headed for the backyard.

But as she was heading through the sliding glass doors toward the pool, she suddenly heard the lapping and gentle splashing of the water. Someone was already in the pool! Quickly she stepped back into the shadows behind the glass doors. As her eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, she made out her brother and a young blonde girl swimming together. At times they murmured softly, giggled, kissed and squirmed together. Kirstie suddenly realized that the girl was naked when she saw her brother scoop up one of the girl's round golden breasts and suck her nipple hungrily.

My God! Kirstie thought. Obviously they didn't think I was coming home for a while. She couldn't keep a smile from crossing her face. Little brother was having a little rendezvous. The whole scene fascinated Kirstie so much that she knew she wouldn't do anything to interrupt them. She stood as still as a statue and watched them caressing each other in the water.

It was only when her brother got our of the pool that she nearly gave her presence away. He was naked too. And swinging between his thighs was the biggest, longest, thickest cock she had ever seen. She gasped audibly when she saw it, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Good God, will you look at that! she thought. I never imagined.

But of course not, she thought. How could I have imagined that? He's my own brother, after all. You don't go around wondering about the size of our brother's cock. But God, it makes that quarterback's look like a breakfast sausage.

She couldn't take her eyes off it. Or off the rest of his young body, for that matter. For the first time, as if seeing him through different eyes, she noticed how well-built and ripple-muscled he was. He might be only eighteen, but he was a man in every way. And the girl with him apparently thought so too.

She had climbed out of the pool with him, her young naked body glistening in the moonlight. They clung together and kissed, groping passionately. Rick sucked her full wet breasts. The girl moaned and whimpered. She stroked his stiffening cock. In erection it was truly gigantic.

They were whispering and panting, but Kirstie was too far away to hear what they said. But from the way they mauled each other with their hands and mouths, she could tell how urgent their passion was. Her blood accelerated and her crotch grew wet and tingly as she watched them. She saw her brother pull a long pad off the pool lounge and spread it on the deck.

The girl lay down on it on her back, spreading her thighs and stretching out her arms to him. Rick got don on top of her. He squeezed her breasts again and sucked her nipples. The girl's head tossed feverishly. She whimpered and mewled, loud enough for Kirstie to hear this time. Then Rick quickly slid his cock into the girl. They clasped each other and fucked furiously for only a few seconds. Rick came before he had finished five strokes. The girl didn't seem to come, not according to what Kirstie could judge anyway. Or if she did, Kirstie thought, she certainly doesn't have them like I have them.

But the girl didn't act like she minded. She swarmed over Rick, kissing him ardently as he pulled out of her.

Kirstie realized that she had to get out of there. Quickly she went to her bedroom and locked the door. She took off her bikini and got into bed. She lay there thinking how quickly the two of them had done it. Just like two kids! she thought contemptuously. No wonder the poor thing didn't come. I'll bet rabbits even have more fun than that.

The scene had made her awfully horny, but she refused to masturbate. For one thing, she felt lonely, and she feared that it would only make her loneliness worse. And for another, she knew how she screamed when she climaxed. She didn't want the tables to be turned, to have them eavesdropping on her. But it took her a long time to settle her nerves into sleep.

Kirstie didn't see her brother for the next two days – he had taken off on a surfing trip. But she thought often of what she had witnessed. And whenever she thought of it, she realized that she didn't remember the two of them fucking so much a she did the size of her brother's cock. She would flush with sex-heat and shame. Her cunt would get wet and her belly tight. God, stop it! she would scream at herself.

Finally she was floating in the pool one hot afternoon, trying not to thinking about it, when suddenly Rick showed up. She squinted up and saw him standing at poolside, grinning down at her. He wasn't wearing anything but his cutoff jeans, and his young strong body was bronzed with rich tan.

"Well, hi stranger," she said, smiling. "I didn't know if we were ever going to see you again around here."