Harry Stevens - Teasing pleasing family

Brad now looked for himself, focusing on what had so stunned his sister. There were his wife and brother-in-law, fucking like a pair of horny teenagers on a bale of hay. Damn, Brad thought to himself, Helen sure as hell did work fast – what a woman!

Then Brad turned his attention back to his sobbing sister, guiding her away from the barn and soothing her with apparent sympathy. "Now, now, Meg, I know how you feel, but it's not the end of the world. If we stick together, we can handle this."

"H-how?" Meg wept on Brad's shoulder.

"By showing Helen and Luke," he answered while stroking her hair, "that they aren't the only ones who can play this game."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Meg tearfully asked.

"Just relax, Sis," Brad advised. "And trust me."

Then his hands began tenderly roaming. One of them wound up caressing the slope of his sister's tit, the other patting her shapely ass.

"B-Brad." Meg sputtered with surprise as she was felt up. "What are you doing to me?"

"Just what comes naturally, Sis."

"You mean I-I turn you on?" Meg asked.

"What guy's sister doesn't?" Brad answered.

Then naming his other sister, he said, "When we were growing up, both you and Ann had my cock hard half the time. 'Bout time I did something about it with you."

"Have you ever… with Ann?" Meg asked.

"If I haven't, then you'd be first. If I have, then isn't it about time for you to catch up?" Brad answered, taking advantage of the long-standing jealousy between his sisters.

It worked, Meg becoming putty in his hands as she nervously but anxiously asked, "Do you have… a big c-cock?"

"Feel for yourself, Sis."

Brad guided Meg's trembling hand to the lump at his crotch and made her rub there.

"Oh, yes!" she panted when she felt how much he was hung.

"Think you could suck the whole thing, Sis?" Brad suggested.

Meg wasted no further words, letting her actions speak for themselves. Sliding down her brother's body, she knelt at his feet. Then she was hurriedly removing his pants and shorts. Brad's massive cock quickly jutted in her pretty face. And from there it entered her hungry mouth, rapidly swallowed down her deep throat to the hilt.

"Thatta girl, Sis. And now it's my turn to return the favor."

He slumped down to her level. Meg responded automatically, stretching out on the ground beneath him. Brad, in turn, swiveled around to kneel astride her head. As she sucked his prick, he faced down at her anxiously flexing crotch.

As a farm wife, Meg wore jeans. They were skin-tight. Her brother peeled them away, along with her simple cotton panties, exposing a cunt that was as delightfully smooth as a baby's bottom.

"You shave it?" Brad drooled with increased excitement at the sight of the hairless cunt.

"Every day with the sharpest razor I can find," Meg answered with a mouthful of cock. "No hair on my cunt makes me feel like I'm a little girl and a woman all rolled into one."

"Well, let's find out how you taste," Brad said.

He burrowed his face between his sister's spread thighs, sealing her shorn cunt and darting his tongue up her juicy cunt-gash.

"Mmmm, all woman."

Then it got even sweeter for Brad, as Meg promptly came in his mouth. He fucked her mouth with his big cock, rhythmically thrusting. And the way she sucked back quickly had the dam between his legs ready to burst.

"Ooooh, Sis," he groaned, "drink it, drink it now! Every drop of my cum!"

His cock had exploded at the depths of his sister's thirstily gulping throat. Meg wasn't about to swallow anything less than every drop of his jizz. What's more, she expertly kept Brad hard after she'd drained his balls, looking ahead to getting more than just her mouth fucked.

"I know what you want next," Brad said when their sixty-nine had run its course.

"But I still want to tell you. Have you heard me beg you for it!" Meg shamelessly cried.

"Then be my guest, Sis."

Meg wriggled out from beneath him. Then, on a fresh patch of ground, she spread her legs and fingered her cunt-lips wide open.

"Fuck me, Brad!" she pleaded to her brother. "Fuck my horny cunt with every big, hard inch of your beautiful cock! Please, please, please… fuck, fuck, fuck me!"

Brad got into position to give her what she so desperately craved, aiming his cock at her yawning cunt-gash. However, before he drove into Meg he had to deal with another female member of his family besides his sister…

Emerging from behind a tractor, Christy said, "Enjoying yourself, Daddy? Sure looks like it. Aunt Meg doesn't seem to have any complaints, either."

Under normal circumstances, a father caught fucking his own sister by his daughter would have been likely to panic. Not Brad Conway, though. But, of course, not only had he been expecting this, he'd helped plan it in advance.

"Well, I was wondering when you'd show up," he said to Christy. "Have you seen the barn yet?"

Christy shook her head. Her grinning father suggested that she give it a look.

Then, as her niece skipped toward the barn, a devastated Meg recovered her wits enough to mutter to her brother, "B-Brad… the way you and Christy just talked to each other. Was like she knew what she'd find us doing. And that you expected her to. Am I having some crazy nightmare, or…"

Meg was suddenly interrupted as her niece came running back from the barn.

"Oh, wow!" Christy cried with excitement in reaction to what she'd just witnessed. "Uncle Luke's fucking Mom just super! Got her coming like mad from his big cock in her cunt! Just like we planned it!"

"P-planned it?" Meg gasped as if she we're taking a dying breath.

And behind the tractor from which Christy had emerged, a shaky male voice carried. "P-planned it?"

"J-Jake!" Meg identified her son.

Jake stumbled out from behind the tractor.

"Are… are you… you part of this?" his mother asked, all but strangling on the question.

"I've fucked Christy. But that's all, Mom… swear to God, I didn't have anything to do with the rest of this."

Meg took a deep breath. And next she desperately called to her son. "So I'm just like you. Caught in the middle. What should I do?"

"Jeez, Mom, I dunno, I'm just a kid," Jake warily answered, not used to being asked for advice by an adult. "It's up to you. But I won't blame you. Whatever you do, I won't blame you, Mom."

That was all Meg needed to hear. She was the parent and Jake the child, but what amounted to her son's permission was enough to turn her loose.

"So what're you waiting for?" she abruptly snapped at her brother. "Finish what you started, damn you. Fuck me!"

A grinning Brad Conway flashed a victory sign at his grinning daughter, then once again aimed his stiff cock at his sister's cunt. A thrust of his crotch later and Meg had a cuntful of his cock to his balls, which lapped against her squirming ass as he began rhythmically fucking her.

"Oh, it's so good." Meg moaned with pleasure. "And that's all that counts. Getting fucked this goooooood. I don't care who watches. If the whole world watches. All that matters now is my brother's big, hard cock fucking my cunt the way I always wished it could be while I was growing up!"

By this point Meg had gotten very loud. Then her voice carried even more when she joyously climaxed. No one within several hundred yards could have helped hearing her – which definitely included anybody who happened to be in the barn…

Bolting from between Helen's legs, Luke said, "God, what's that? Sounds like Meg!"

Helen didn't stop him from checking it out. Indeed, she'd been wondering when something like this would finally occur. It was, after all, supposed to, according to the script she, her husband and daughter had written.

His cock still hard from the vise of Helen's tight cunt, Luke stumbled to the barn door. He looked out. "It's Meg…"