Mark Carver - Auntie in the middle

Linda stood up to return to the classroom. She could feel her burning pussy-juices oozing in her slit at the vivid memory of last night's strenuous fucking-session. She'd worry about what she'd do once Jack was gone. The whole point was to make the most of him while he was here.

With that in mind, she decided to cut her afternoon chaos and have a substitute teacher take over. She was about sixty miles from San Francisco, an hour's drive. There were stores in the city that featured the most bizarre devices, openly displayed in their windows. The tall brunette already knew what she wanted. Just a month ago on a quick visit, she'd almost screwed up enough courage to go in and buy the grotesque devices. This time she would, and her dangerous fantasies would finally be fulfilled.

It was experience the frustrated teacher hungered for, wild, different thrills that would heighten her fever for sexual kicks. She had a lot of lost time to make up for.

The voluptuous brunette moved back to her classroom, unaware that she'd get considerably more than she bargained for. So much, in fact, that she would risk losing her mind as well as her reputation in the small, gossipy town.

Jack stirred on the living room sofa, the smell of bacon and eggs and coffee stirring in his nostrils. He got up and slipped on his pants, realizing he was starved, Jesus, what a night! And what a fantastic piece of ass his Aunt Linda turned out to be! It was nearly noon, and when he'd finally crept back to the sofa at dawn, he felt he'd been half-fucked to death. Nothing a long sleep and a gigantic breakfast couldn't fix, though.

The muscles rippling smoothly on his bare chest, Jack padded into the kitchen. His sister was cooking, clad in a terry cloth robe that hugged her plump tits and cute ass.

"It's about time, you lazy bastard," Sherry quipped, tossing her long blonde hair out of her face. "How many eggs you want?"

"Six. And six slices of bacon, and about a loaf of toast. Shit, I'm starving."

Sherry smiled at him in a strange way as he lit up a cigarette at the kitchen table. She took one for herself. They both smoked behind their parents' backs, and they both usually had marijuana, like most kids their age. Jack watched his sister's succulent asscheeks move tantalizingly beneath her robe as she fussed over the stove. For the dozenth time in the past few months, he wondered if Sherry was still a virgin. She always had guys chasing her, but that didn't prove she wasn't a cherry. She had the face, tits and ass of an angel, but Jack knew his sister well enough to know she had a wild, malicious streak in her blood. He wondered if she was a prick-tease.

"I had a funny dream last night," Sherry grinned, placing his breakfast before him. "Sort of an erotic dream, you know, Jack?"

He watched her closely. Did the bitch hear anything? "Yes? What kind of dream?" He began wolfing down his bacon and eggs.

"Oh, lots of passionate screwing, you know? Not me, though," she added with a sly smile. "You were in the dream, and some woman. Boy, were you guys balling!"

Jack narrowed his eyes. "What woman?"

Shrugging, Sherry lit another cigarette. She'd already had breakfast hours ago. "Didn't recognize her. Very, very sexy, though, beautiful breasts and legs."

Relieved, Jack wolfed down the rest of his breakfast. She'd probably heard Linda moaning and screaming in her sleep and that triggered the dream. Besides, what difference did it make if Sherry knew? She wouldn't squeal. He could buy her off with a lid of grass. She was a girl with a yummy ass, his sister. Not dumb at all, just innocent.

"I get dreams like that all the time," Jack said with a grin, sipping his coffee. His eyes went down to Sherry's luscious tits. Her robe had slipped open slightly, and, the smooth tawny curves of her inner tits started a small sharp tingle in his prick.

"What are we gonna do today?" Sherry asked.

"What do you mean we, baby? I'm going to take a shower and split. Thought I'd wander around town and see what's going on in this one-horse burg."

That's what you think, Sherry decided but said nothing. While her brother sipped his coffee, Sherry went to her bedroom and dug out a pre-rolled reefer from her suitcase. She lit it and went back to the kitchen, handing it to Jack without a word. It was a ritual they often indulged in when their parents weren't home. In their circle of ago, marijuana had long ago replaced milk shakes and Frisbees.

"Good shit," Jack murmured, puffing deep. Christ, he thought, staring hungrily at his sister, Sherry is gonna be a real fox when she grows up. A knockout, one of those long legged, blue-eyed blondes that reek with the promise of hot raw sex.

"It's good," Sherry conceded casually, "but it makes you horny as hell. Rave you noticed?"

"I'm always horny," Jack grinned.

"Even after last night?"

He inhaled more of the grass, studying her. So she knew, the fox. So what? So she could, he reminded himself, spill everything to their parents in a fit of anger. It's bribery time, Jack told himself, handing her the reefer.

"How much, Sis?" he asked. "How much you want to keep your big mouth shut? A lid? Twenty bucks?"

Sherry squeezed her burning thighs together beneath the table, a rising excitement singing in her blood. "I saw," she told him. "I watched you go down on her last night, brother. The two of you almost woke the dead last night. Jesus, isn't Aunt Linda something else? Who would ever guess she was a nympho?"

"How much?" Jack repeated coldly. "Thirty bucks?"

Her heart hammering with excitement, Sherry stood up. The marijuana made her mind whirl, evoking sharp images of her handsome brother sucking and fucking the big-breasted, furiously aroused brunette. For a wild instant, the blonde wondered what it would be like to go down on a beautiful woman like her aunt, to bury her hot mouth to those sleek, creamy thighs and lick and suck that heady fragrance.

"No money," Sherry said huskily, coming over to Jack. "No grass either." She took a deep breath, and her curved tits rose high. "I want to ball, too, brother. Just like Aunt Linda. I want to fuck and suck. Jesus, you two almost drove me crazy last night. I want my share."

Jack's mouth dropped open. His sister must have watched last night until she was frantically aroused, and now she was beginning to sound like the passionate brunette.

"Hell, Sherry," he stammered awkwardly, "You're my sister. I mean, Linda is a grown woman…"

"She's your aunt," Sherry said, slipping off her robe and letting it drop to the floor. She stepped closer to her brother, her tits panting urgently. "She's your mother's sister so what's the damn difference? I want to suck and fuck – now!" she said.

Jesus Christ, Jack thought, she really got turned on last night! Already his prick was gorging with blood at the sight of her golden-skinned tits, each rosy nipple fat with excitement. Beneath her softly rounded belly her golden tangle of cunt-hairs. Compared to his aunt, his sister was practically a baby, with lush baby-fat rounding her cute tits and tawny hot ass. But Jack's prick was already pounding with urgency, leaping in his tight pants. Just from gazing at her lush nakedness, he knew his sister would be incredibly hot and tight. He reached out with one hand and gently squeezed one of her burning tits, and Sherry gasped excitedly.

"Are you still a cherry, Sis?" he asked hoarsely. "Yes! I want you to take my cherry, brother. I'm so hot I could burn up," she added eagerly. "I want you to go down on me first, just like you did Aunt Linda. I want to get my pussy eaten!"

There was a childish, spoiled tone to her voice that told her brother he'd better let her have her way, at least temporarily. Not that Jack minded – her cunt would probably explode with sweet juicy fire in his mouth, but he felt he ought to keep the upper hand with his sister. Who was she to give him orders anyway?