Ray Todd: Brother was first

Heather Armstrong was busy helping her mother close the store for the evening. She was an exceptionally cute girl with long brown hair that cascaded down her back. At fourteen, Heather had an exceptionally cute figure with ripe firm breasts and slim youthful hips.

For the past eight summers, the Armstrongs had operated the largest marina on the lake. The marina boasted docking facilities for over a hundred boats that ranged from small ski boats to luxurious cabin cruisers. Many of the boat owners brought them up in the spring and left them at the marina until fall. Most of the people drove up from the city an weekends while many of the wives and families spent the entire summer at the lake.

Heather's father and her brother, Tom, took care of the facilities with the aid of some summer help they hired. She and her mother operated the small store next to the marina where they sold groceries, fishing gear, and various sundries that were essential to the vacationers. The Armstrongs lived in a large summer home in the pines that overlooked the marina and the broad expanse of the huge lake. Not only did operating the facilities give them an exceptionally good income, but they loved the outdoors and the entire family found plenty of leisure time to enjoy themselves.

Just as Heather and her mother were about to lock up the store, her father and brother walked in.

"Well," smiled her handsome father. "Everything's under control on the docks, so we're calling it a day."

"You should," laughed her mother. "It's after nine o' clock."

"By the way," said the man to his wife, "the Barbers asked us to drop by their place for a drink when we close."

"Great," smiled Joan, Heather's mother. "I enjoy their company."

Looking at her mother, Heather thought how youthful the woman looked. At thirty-seven, her beautiful dark-haired mom had a figure of a teen-ager, and the same vitality.

"What are you kids doing this evening?" Lance Armstrong asked.

"I'm just going up to the house and sack out," grinned Tom.

"Same here," giggled the pretty girl. "I'm pooped."

"Run along then," he smiled. "Well be home in a couple of hours."

Walking up the trail with her brother, Heather suddenly stopped. "Tom," she asked. "Are you really that tired?"

"Heck, no," he grinned. "Are you?"

"Shit no," she giggled. "I wanta fuck."

"Me, too," beamed Tom, taking his sister's hand.

Tom had been fucking his sister since she was twelve years old, and they did it at every opportunity. Both of them clearly remembered that first time when Tom had just turned fifteen. When the marina closed down in the fall, the Armstrongs always returned to their home in the city where they attended school. Tom the Dork, as his friends called him because of his huge cock, was showering in the gym with two of his teammates. While the boys were toweling themselves dry, his friend Red McBride was telling them how he'd fucked his older sister the night before. Tom and the other boy were fascinated by the tale because neither of them had even seen a girl's pussy, let alone screwed one.

"How did it happen?" asked the other boy, Don.

"The folks were out for the evening and when I came downstairs for a drink of water, I saw her boy friend fucking the shit out of her on the sofa," he explained.

"How old is your sister?" asked Tom.

"Twenty."

"What did you do?"

"I started laughing," he grinned.

"Then what?"

"He pulled his pants up and ran out of the house," chuckled Red.

"Shit," grinned Tom. "I'll bet your sister was mad."

"Christ, was she," laughed the boy. "She swore and called me every fuckin' name in the world."

"What did you do?"

"When she stopped screaming," continued Red, "I asked if I could screw her."

"Did she let you?"

"Not then," he grinned. "She said that no snot was gonna touch her pussy."

"What did you say?" Tom asked, getting more excited by the minute.

"I told her that if she didn't let me, I would tell the folks about what I'd seen," he explained.

"Did that work?"

"Not at first," he grinned. "She just told me to drop dead and she went to her room."

"When did you screw her?" asked Tom.

"I'd been in bed about fifteen minutes when she walked into my room and sat down on the side of my bed," he told them. "Then she asked me if I were really going to tell the folks. When I said yes, she took off her nightie and crawled into bed with him."

"Then what?" Tom panted.

"She took my hand and pushed my finger into her cunt, telling me I could fuck her if I promised never to tell anyone what I'd san."

"What did her cunt feel like?" Don excitedly asked.

"All hot and squishy," he answered in a panting voice. "I've never felt anything so warm and slippery in my life."

"Did it feel good when you fucked her?" gulped Tom, his big cock standing straight up between his legs.

"Jesus, yes," panted Red, vividly recalling it. "There's nothing like having your pecker buried in a girl's hot juicy snatch. If you think jacking off is neat, wait until you shoot a load into a hot sucking cunt."

Walking home from school that afternoon, Tom's big boner was throbbing violently in his pants as he kept thinking about the conversation in the gym. Entering the house, his sister was sprawled out on the floor, watching television.

"Hi," she said, not taking her eyes from the screen.

"Hi," he absently muttered, flopping down in a chair, his mind still on the story he'd just heard.

Heather's short dress had worked up above her hips and Tom could see that her cotton panties barely covered her crotch. The boy had always considered his twelve-year-old sister as a pest, but her almost-bare ass strangely excited him. He suddenly wondered if a girl's pussy was hot and juicy like Red's big sister's had been. The longer he stared at her smooth bottom, in his the more his cock throbbed pants. Unable to stand it any longer, he walked over and sat down by her on the floor.

"Is that a good show?" he asked, nervously placing his hand on the back of her thigh.

"I guess so," she'd absently answered, her undivided attention on the television screen.

Sitting next to her on the floor, he cautiously moved his hand up between her thighs until his finger slipped under the crotch of her panties.

"Ooooooooh, Tom," she giggled. "That tickles."

"Does it feel good?" he panted, probing at her slit with the tip of his finger.

When Heather made no attempt to stop him, he continued moving his finger around until he felt the hot wetness of her slit. His cock began throbbing wildly as he slipped the tip of it in between her hot juicy cuntlips.

"NOW that feels good," she giggled, wiggling her hot cunt around his finger.

"May I see your snatch?" he whispered, working his first knuckle in and out of her slippery hole.

"Sum," she beamed. "If you'll keep playing with my pussy."

"Do YOU like this?" he panted.

"Heck, yes," the girl giggled. "I play with myself all the time, but this is better."

"Do you?" he asked in a surprised voice.

"Sum," she beamed. "And last month I learned how to finger myself off."

"Now can I see your pussy?"

"Sure," Heather whispered. "If I can see your prick."

"What do you know about pricks?" he asked, shocked at his twelve-year-old sister.

"That's what boys fuck girls with," she wailed.

"Who told you about fucking?"

"My friend, Elain," was her answer.

Tom recalled that Elain was the rather homely girl with big tits that the boys followed around.