Ray Todd: Brother was first

That had been two years ago and now Tom and Heather were hurrying from the marina up to the house to fuck up a storm as they'd done hundreds of times since that first afternoon. They went directly to Tom's room where they quickly removed their clothes.

Tom's constant massaging and sucking on her boobs had developed them into two delicious mounds that stood out big and firm, capped with hard nipples that were made for nibbling and chewing. The faint wisps of downy hairs that had been barely visible around her cunt had been replaced by a thick bush of silky-soft brown hair that was a delicious contrast to the juicy pinkness of her slit.

Tom's prick had been big at the age of fifteen, but now it was a magnificent beauty, having grown and nurtured in his sister's loving cunt. Neither of them had ever had sex with anyone else, but they were completely satisfied with each other.

"Oh, Tom," she smiled up at her brother as she spread her naked body out on his bed. "I'm so happy that you like to fuck me."

"Jesus, Heather," he smiled, crawling up between her open legs. "I love fucking you."

"Good," she giggled. "Now give me a nice hot fuck."

As Tom drove his cock up into his sister's hot cunt, their parents were getting slightly drunk at the Barbers' house. Both Lance and Joan enjoyed the Barbers' company, and for the past three years since the Barbers started coming to the lake, they had all spent many evenings together. Linda Barber was a striking young woman of about thirty with natural blonde hair that she wore short. Her husband, Craig was a big muscular man in his mid-thirties with a ruggedly handsome face and sandy hair.

"How's that beautiful daughter of yours?" Craig asked Joan as he handed the woman her fourth drink.

"Heather?" she smiled. "She's just great."

"I think it's wonderful how well she gets along with her brother," said Linda.

"It is nice," smiled Joan. "Tom and Heather art very close to each other."

The woman had no idea how close the two were at that very moment.

As the evening progressed, the four people were getting quietly smashed. Sitting next to Craig as she sipped her drink, Joan was suddenly aware that he was pressing his leg against her bare thigh. Having come directly over from the store, Joan was wearing the shorts that she'd been working in. The handsome man had never made any suggestions or advances toward her, so Joan decided that the pressure of his leg on hers was purely accidental. Later, as the pressure increased, she looked up at him and was rather confused by the excited expression in his face as he stared at her. Their eyes momentarily locked and the strange vibes between them sent a shiver racing up and down Joan's [missing text].

When Craig walked across the room to refill their glasses, Joan's eyes followed his every movement. Although she and her husband's sex life had been very limited and frustrating for the past few years, Joan had never been unfaithful to him, but now she suddenly wondered how Craig would be in bed. Watching him as he returned with their drinks, she glanced down at his crotch, wondering if the man had a hard-on. She thought she could see a slight bulge, but in her state of intoxication, she couldn't be sure. When he sat down by her again, she had a wild desire to reach, over and feel it, but she fought back the temptation.

As the evening and drinks progressed, Joan's fascination with the man increased. She found the bold expression on his face quite provocative. There was a burning fire in his eyes and an overpowering presence about his nearness that she found very exciting. When he placed his hand on her bare leg as they talked, Joan felt a spurt of cunt juice dripping into her panties.

On the other sofa, both Lance and Linda were quite drunk as they argued about the correct way to tie down the jib on the Barbers' sail boat.

"No," slurred Lance. "AL knot like that would…"

"The hell it would," argued Linda. "I've been tying like that for years."

"It won't hold," mumbled Lance, getting up to pour another drink.

"Shit it won't," giggled Linda, running her hands through her short blonde hair. "You don't know a pissin' thing about tyin' knots."

"One jerk and your fuckin' knot would slip," said the man, staggering back with their drinks.

"Betcha," she giggled.

"My God," laughed Joan, listening to the stupid conversation. "Why don't you idiots walk down to the marina and pull on the stupid rope?"

"Sure," slurred Linda. "And I'll betcha my knot won't slip."

"Okay," sinned Lance, staggering to his feet. "Let's go prove it."

"Good," Linda giggled. "I'll betcha a drink."

"You're on," said Lance in an unsteady voice as they staggered out the door.

When they had gone, Joan suddenly realized that she'd sent them to the marina so she could be alone with Craig.

"Oh, Joan," the man whispered, taking her pretty face between his hands as he gazed into her big grey eyes that were smoldering just below her long dark bangs.

Just as she knew he would, the man lowered his mouth down over her wet open lips. Joan knew she should stop him but she had no will to resist as her mouth clung passionately to his, their slippery tongues deliciously entwined. As much as Joan knew it was wrong, there was no way she could draw her lips away from his deep sweet kiss. Sucking passionately on Craig's tongue, she could feel his hand moving down her back until his fingers slipped under the waist band of her shorts. Lowering the zipper with his other hand, he peeled them down over her soft round ass. Quivering with an excitement she'd never felt before, the beautiful brunette clung tightly to him as his strong fingers kneaded and goosed around in the soft, warm crevice between the fleshy cheeks of her bare buttocks. She could feel his hard cock throbbing through his pants against her tummy as he drew her even closer to him.

"Oh, Joan, honey," he whispered, expertly removing her blouse and bra. "You're such a beautiful woman."

The sight of her totally naked body had his prick throbbing violently in his pants. Gently forcing her shoulders against the back of the couch, he dropped to his knees on the floor and tenderly spread and lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders.

With his face between her soft naked thighs, he was gazing directly up into her wet cunt, glistening with droplets of pussy juice that clung to the slippery, coral tinted folds of her quivering cuntlips. Silky black pubic hairs deliciously surrounded the warm dampness of her sweet dripping slit.

He lowered his face down into the smoldering hotness between her lewdly spread legs, and his nostrils caught the aromatic scent of her sweet pussy, sending flames of lust scorching through his loins. There was a delicious freshness to the scent that told him how wonderful her wiggly snatch would taste. Lowering his nose into the soft nest of delicately scented cunt hairs, he ran his thick wet tongue up along the entire furrow of her hot wet slit.

Because she and her husband had never participated in oral sex, Joan couldn't believe what was happening.

"Jesus Christ!" she panted, feeling his hot tongue washing over the sensitive flesh of her open cuntlips. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Lickin' your cute pussy," he whispered, slipping the tip of his tongue in between the slippery folds of her dripping cunt. "D'ya like it?"

"God, yes," she moaned. "That drives me crazy."

Unable to restrain his lust any longer, Craig buried his face deeper into the dripping moistness between the beautiful brunette's naked thighs. Slurping like a wild man, he began frantically sucking and licking her sweet juicy slit. God, how fresh and clean it tasted as his tongue slashed up into her warm slippery fuck-hole.

"Jesus Christ, Craig," squealed Joan. "I've never felt anything so fuckin' good in my life!"