Kathy Harris: The family_s wild affairs

The young girl thrilled to her brother's obscene words. She closed her fist tightly around the base of his prick. She sucked more of the pulsing prick down her throat. Then, dropping her other hand between his thighs, she cupped the hairy sac of his balls, stroking gently.

Val moaned continually now, turned on by this blow-job that she had been dreaming about for so long. She wantonly puffed her cheeks in and out, increasing the suction even more.

"Awwwww, shiiiit, Val can't believe how good you suck cock! Shit, I can't hold back any longer! I'm gonna pop! Keep suckin' me, bitch, while I come right down your ever-lovin' throat!" Les cried, his voice thick with unrestrained lust.

Val was excited by her brother's words. She longed to taste his jism and to feel his spunk pouring thickly down her parched throat. The boy's huge prick rubbed the walls of Val's throat raw, and she knew that his cum would feel soothing to her tortured flesh.

She sucked even harder now, trying to make him come. Les' cock swelled to absolute stiffness, throbbing violently deep down Val's throat. Then, finally, the hot, white cum exploded from the tip of Les' cock-knob.

The creamy gushers of fizz squirted in a steady rhythm from his pumping prick, shooting into the girl's mouth, down her throat, and on into her hungry belly.

"Mmmmm," she murmured with pleasure. She tried to swallow every drop of the delicious tasting cum, but it was impossible. The gooey spunk burbled out between her lips and ran obscenely down her chin.

Les pulled his prick from his sister's mouth after his orgasm.

She moaned, feeling her little pussy spasming with her own climax.

"I'm commmiiiinnnnggg! Ohhh, Les, I loved sucking you off! Your cum tastes sooooo damned good! Jeesus, I'm coming so hard!" she cried.

The young girl thrashed about wildly on the bed, lost in the throes of her powerful orgasm while her big brother watched her with wide eyes.

"Wow! You come really hard, Sis!" Les said with a grin as the girl's orgasm finally began to ebb.

As soon as her orgasm ended, Val felt shacked and ashamed by what she had cried out while coming. And she only hoped that her brother had not paid much attention to her words. But her hopes were in vain.

"I'm glad to know you liked sucking me off so much, Sis. Remember that you didn't even want to do it… I had to practically force you into it," Les said with a grin.

"I-I know," Val said faintly, afraid that she knew what her brother was getting at.

"Then why don't you let me fuck you? You keep saying you don't want to do it, but once we get going, you'll love it, trust me. Just like you loved sucking me off! NOW, doesn't that make sense?" the boy asked triumphantly.

"No! It's not the same thing at all, Les," the girl cried, springing up from her bed and heading toward the bathroom that opened off her bedroom. "I never should have sucked you off. That was bad enough. It was wrong, Les, but to fuck each other? I can't imagine a worse sin!"

With that, the young teenager flounced into the bathroom, and slammed the door closed and locked it.

With a sigh, Les left his sister's room, wondering if there was even the slightest chance that he would ever be able to make her see things his way.

What the young boy did not know was that, on the other side of the closed bathroom door, Val was beginning to take a cold shower, wondering how much longer she could deny her brother what they both wanted so badly.

When Val returned home from school the text afternoon, she threw her books onto the sofa and dashed into the kitchen for a snack. She was starving!

"Hi Les," she said to the boy standing at the sink. He had his back to her and, as always, the young girl thought what a great-looking ass her brother had.

"Hi Val, how are you?" the boy said, turning to face her.

"Walt!" she gasped, and then she began to laugh. As many times as it had happened in the past, she was afraid she would always mistake Walt, her brother's best friend, for Les himself.

The resemblance between the two young boys was nothing less than uncanny. Everyone thought they were brothers, twins at times. They looked that much alike. Even many of their mannerisms were similar.

It was this resemblance which had made the two boys aware of each other during their first year in high school. They kept hearing their teachers and classmates exclaiming over how much alike they looked, and they were besieged with questions about whether they were related or not.

"Where's Les?" Val asked. She and Walt were sitting at the kitchen table, munching on pretzels and drinking cool sodas.

"Where else?" Walt responded with a lopsided grin. "Outside working on The Bomb."

"Oh, Lord," Val groaned, returning the boy's smile. "That junker needs so much work. It's a wonder you guys are even able to drive it anywhere!"

Months before, Walt and Les had pooled their money and had bought an old car which was badly in need of repair. They worked on it every chance they got, barely managing to keep it running. Their families were forever telling the two youngsters that the car was too dangerous and that, if they were not careful, they would end up in a serious accident one day. But both Walt and Les were very good and careful drivers, so The Bomb was usually out on the street with at least one of the boys in it.

After a while, Walt went outside to work on the car with Les. And Val went to her room and started to do her homework. A short time later, there was a rap on her door.

"Come in," she said automatically.

"Hi, Sis," Les drawled as he quickly crossed the distance to the desk where Val sat. Before she had a chance to even anticipate what he was going to do, he slid his arms around the girl's shoulders and forced her head up for a kiss.

Val weakly struggled against him, but she was no match for her big brother. His tongue shot out from between his lips and rammed into her mouth. Their tongues met. Val groaned with desire in spite of herself.

Les' hand slid beneath her blouse, to her tits, stroking them, squeezing them. With his other hand, Les guided Val's hand to his crotch, forcing her to press it against his hard-on.

"No!" she cried, finally forcing herself away from him.

This time, Les did not argue. He shot his little sister a look of disgust and, turning on his heel, he left her room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Val felt like crying. She hated to turn her brother down like that when, deep down, she wanted him. She wanted to fuck him. She longed to feel his huge cock fucking in and out of her horny little pussy.

But it's wrong, she told herself again and again, trying desperately to hold onto her convictions.

That night, Val tossed and turned in her big lonely bed, unable to sleep. Her feverish mind kept replaying the scene with her brother until she felt like screaming.

Finally, the young girl decided she would go to the kitchen for a late-night snack. Then, hopefully, she would be able to sleep. Just as the youngster neared her parents' bedroom, she heard voices coming from within. She grinned.

I've always wanted to see how they fuck each other, she thought now, feeling her little pussy burning with excitement. Maybe if I spy on them and wait long enough, they'll start fucking! What they don't know won't hurt them.

The door to the master bedroom was half open. All Val had to do was to peek into the room where the moonlight played over her mother and father on the bed.

Dave and Betty Swanson were sitting side by side on their king-sized bed. Dave was stark naked but Betty wore a sheer black nightgown. The woman looked far younger than her years. Her tits were big and firm and highly placed with no hint of sag. Her waist was narrow. And her legs were long and slender, just like her daughter's.