Don Scott: Sisters hot for fun

Marcy was not prepared when her father told her and her brother his big news. It seemed so utterly absurd that Marcy wanted to laugh. But she could see that he was dead serious and it definitely wasn't a laughing matter.

"If he marries her on Sunday," her brother Sam said later, "then you can count on me being out of this house on Monday. There's no way in hell I'm going to stick around with that gold digging bitch as a step-mother!"

"I'm with you there," Marcy said. "We both know the only reason Papa is getting married is because she's giving him great blow-jobs and fucking his brains out. Since he divorced mama he's been looking to get fucked and that's about it."

"You're absolutely right," Sam agreed. "He's not in love with her and I know she's not in love with him. She just wants an older man who'll take care of her."

Marcy's mind was spinning as she sought out some way she could convince her father not to get married. It wasn't that she didn't want him to be happy – she wanted that more than even her own happiness. It was just that she knew that his intended bride would, soon make him completely miserable.

At eighteen, Marcy had grown up tough and confident. She had honey blonde hair, which she usually pulled back into a messy pony tail, with loose, slightly wavy strands falling down to frame her face. Her blue eyes were dazzling and her mouth was made to give pleasure.

Though she was a pretty girl, it wasn't just her face that drew the attention of men. Her body was a delicious 36-24-36, with firm, high tits and a tight cunt that could really milk the cum from a man's balls.

She was something of a tom-boy and nobody had seen Marcy in anything but jeans in years. The jeans she wore now as she stood in her bedroom, talking to Sam about their father's impending wedding, were very tight.

"You and I both know we've got to stop this wedding from taking place," Sam said, hands on his hips.

As he spoke, he eyed his younger sister's magnificently proportioned body. He could see her nipples standing out through the strap sleeved T-shirt she had on. The white T-shirt hugged her body tightly and showed the magnificence of her tits.

"We've got two days to make Papa see the light. We've got to get him thinking straight once again."

Marcy took a cigarette from the pack her brother had on the table near his bed. She lit it and inhaled deeply, feeling her brother's eyes on her tits. To her surprise, it rather pleased her to feel his lusty, hungry gaze on her tits.

"You're right. But what can we do?"

Marcy was shocked when she saw the glint of fire flash in Sam's eyes.

"Not we… you!" he said excitedly. "Me? What can I do?"

"Fuck him."

"What?" Marcy gasped, looking at her brother with a bewildered expression on her face. "What on earth are you talking about, Sam?"

"The only reason Papa is going to marry that bitch is because she's got her lips wrapped around his cock all the time." He stepped closer, his eyes burning brightly as he looked down at Marcy. "If you gave him a blow-job, then surely he'd realize that he is really being used by her that she's really not good at all."

Marcy's heart was thumping in her chest. She turned away from Sam, dragging hard on the filtered cigarette. There was something devilishly exciting to her about giving her own father a blow-job. Sometimes, as she lay in her bed at night finger-fucking herself gently, she would dream about Papa. Whenever he came to mind while she was fingering her clit she always came, pumping out her pussyjuice.

"I… I don't think. I could."

Though she said those words, Marcy couldn't help but notice that her nipples had gotten harder, more erect, prominently displaying themselves through her T-shirt.

"I'm sorry, Sam, but I just don't think I could."

She shivered a little when he moved up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. She could feel his presence as well as his hands.

"You must. For Papa's sake."

"I can't."

"You have to."

Marcy felt her resolve weakening, even though she didn't want it to. She had always thought that it was wrong to even think about fucking her own father. But that's exactly what she was thinking about as her, brother's hands massaged the muscles in her shoulders and neck, spreading a warmth from his fingers throughout her succulently curvaceous body.

When Sam's hands trailed down Marcy's arms, then slipped inside them to wind around her stomach, she gasped softly, keeping her back turned toward him. The fire in her cunt was burning even hotter, making her clit tingle madly and her head swim crazily.

"Stop this!" she pleaded, hating the tone of her words.

"I can't stop myself!" Sam replied, his breath burning against her ear. "I've got to have you, Marcy. And you've got to make sure you can help Papa. You've got to make sure you can do it by practicing on me."

She knew he was simply creating a reason for putting his hands on her body. But what shocked Marcy most was that she didn't care that Sam was lying. His crotch was rubbing against her ass and even through their pants she could feel its heat and hardness. Her cunt was getting moist, making her panties stick wetly to her pussylips.

"Stop it, Sam!" Marcy whispered, knowing that if her brother didn't stop now that she'd never be able to stop him.

He kissed the smooth arch of her neck, his teeth nibbling lightly at her golden skin. As he kissed Marcy, his hands moved slowly up the front of her body until he cupped her big, firm tits. He sank his fingers deep into the resilient mounds of tit-flesh, moaning his lust as he nuzzled her neck.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Marcy sighed, turning her head to one side to give her brother enough room to kiss her neck and ear as he fondled her tits.

She started moving her hips around in a circular motion, rubbing her asscheeks back and forth over the angry lump of bone-hard cock that was trapped inside Sam's pants.

When Sam pulled Marcy's T-shirt up, she thought of stopping him. But then she realized that her own wanton, lusty desires were overpowering her. She moaned softly as his hands captured her tits, molding them, pinching the nipples.

"Damn you, Sam!" Marcy hissed, though there was really no anger in her tone.

Sam reached down, sliding his big hand up between Marcy's thighs. He cupped her crotch, surprised that her cunt was so hot he could feel her pussyjuice even through her jeans and panties. He rubbed his prick against her asscheeks, sliding his hips from side to side, wondering if his sister could take a cock the size of his own up her asshole.

"Get down, Marcy," Sam said, his tongue flicking over the blonde's ear. "Get down on your knees, take my cock out, and suck me. You've got to do it – for Papa."

Marcy's hands felt empty as she stood in her brother's bedroom. Her T-shirt was bunched up above her tits, with Sam's hand mauling them. He pinched and rolled her nipple, sometimes doing it so hard that he brought pain as well as pleasure to the horny eighteen-year-old.

The hand pressed tightly against her body, forcing her bikini panties to rub, against her cuntlips and clit. Marcy's breath came in ragged, uneven gulps as she felt her throbbing clit getting hotter by the second.

"Suck me," Sam repeated. "Get down on your knees and suck my cock! You know you want to."

Marcy turned around slowly, finally facing Sam. When she did his arms encircled her waist once again, crushing her voluptuous body to his as he kissed her feverishly on the mouth. His tongue was thrust between her lips.

She could not explain it. The feeling that being with her own brother was somehow wrong vanished as she sucked his tongue even deeper into her own mouth. Kissing him with equal passion, Marcy's hands trembled as she found his belt.