Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

It wasn't an orgasm – not a real one, anyway – but it was a sign that a climax was at least within her reach. She cupped the pubic bulge, fingers digging at the skin through her panties wispy baffler, and she could feel the tight-lipped snatch open and close under her touch. Opening and closing like a pert pink mouth, drooling out a little froth of juice that dampened the panty fabric and her fingertips as well. Her nostrils filled with an Amy-fragrance, and she touched her cuntal crevice more passionately, her fingertip pushing wet panty-nylon into her puss-mouth.

Amy's lips curled upward into a little smile of pleasure, and the die was definitely cast. She couldn't stop now. She listened moment, assuring herself that Alex was still in the shower, and then she hurried to pull down the front of her panties, baring the tuft of auburn fuzz and its delicious hidden treasure. For a moment longer she feasted her eyes on her moist, juicy cunt.

It was a lovely one indeed. She found it aesthetically pleasing, with its thin coating of hair, its trim, tightly-sealed lips, the inner pink showing modestly when her fingers parted the slit. There were girls at school – she'd seen them in the shower rooms – whose inner labia stuck out grossly, as if someone had taken pliers and tried to pull their pussies inside out. Her own cunt was pink-sliced, the inner sleeve visible but demurely contained, and it had an almost classical simplicity and symmetry that convinced Amy Messenger her body had been a custom job by God.

"Pretty," she said, narcissistically but truthfully, and she put an index finger on each side of the little bumped-up ridge of her nil. Pressing the fingers together, she sighed at the pleasant responsive feeling, and she knew without looking or touching that her clitty was up nice and hard, ready for a quick jerkoff.

Oh, it was a little dangerous to be doing herself there, in the living room, with Alex just upstairs. Sure it was. But she was absolutely positive she couldn't wait to get up to her own room, so she'd just have to take the chance. It was always this way after a date! She only went so far with guys, and they reciprocated as best they could, but that best consisted usually of giving Amy a handjob similar to the ones she loved to give herself. A couple of guys had used their mouths on her, but never very well. She was pretty sure it was their technique, not her responses, because she could come to hell and back when she got her fingers into her crotch.

And she couldn't satisfy herself just eating peter.

Sure, she'd orgasmed the first few times a guy shot off in her mouth, but the novelty of that was long gone. Now, it seemed, the hotter the date and the hotter she gave him, the more eager Amy was to get into bed and finger herself to blinding relief.

Maybe she should fuck Steve. It was pretty damned pathetic for a girl her age and cute to be relying on her hands for sexual satisfaction. She could give that satisfaction to a guy, and in spades. Maybe – maybe – Amy shook her head, caressing her twat. She just wasn't sure.

"Steve's nice," she said aloud, "but he's nothing special. I mean, will I even be dating him this time next year? God, even in six months? Like, is he entitled…"

And then she stopped talking to herself, that busy finger prying open her right pussy and paying slow careful attention to the risen bud of her cunt. Her love button was hot and hard with anticipation, and she rewarded its patient waiting with a few swipes and passes that had her wanting to scream aloud within seconds. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she was smiling broadly; her eyes half shut, as she made loving circles round and round her sex trigger.

Tiny tremors and shudders, like the preliminary warning of earthquake on the way, passed through Amy's body as she flogged her button, and her heels thumped on the coffeetable. Amy threw back her head and let her finger do some walking through the valley of her cunt, straight toward the hungry mouth of her pussy hole.

"Careful," she giggled. "You don't want to break anything fragile." And her fingertip pressed into the vaginal opening. In spite of her cherry she could stick herself very deeply with the slim digit, and she was prepared to do precisely that.

The finger wiggled around in the slick mouth, slippery from the goo it drooled, then pushed deeply but gently. She closed her eyes as the finger battled her cuntal tightness, and she wondered again if she could really endure taking a man's cock in her snug slot. Pricks were hard and long and very thick, like Steve's. Her finger was slim and slender and quite flexible. And sometimes it seemed so fucking enormous, when her climaxing vagina snapped shut and tried to entrap it forever. "Ohhhh," Amy shuddered deliciously, trying to imagine the feel of a dick piercing her.

But she was wet and receptive, and her pussy widened noticeably as the finger slipped deeper, and Amy reminded herself that a cunt was made to pop out full-sized babies; it could easily handle any sized cock. "Just a little bit of practice," she told herself soberly, "and they say that's the best part."

They say. Oh, why did it have to be "me" and "they"? What the hell was she saving herself for? A knight on a white home? This was [missing text] kid, and they were few and far between nowadays. All the other girls fucked around. They didn't have to worry about whether or not it was special. Why couldn't she? Amy moved her finger in her twat, wishing to hell it were the penis she denied herself, and her eyes misted over with tears of frustration. Be realistic, Amy, she counseled herself. You'll do it eventually. Why not now, when you're still young enough to appreciate it? Do you want to be twenty-one and still a virgin? Or even eighteen?

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes. I'm going to do it!"

"Do what?" asked a voice, and she looked up in horror. Sometime in the past minute or two, while she'd been busy fingering herself, Alex had apparently finished his shower and come downstairs. And he was eyeing her from the foot of the steps, while she sat with legs twitching, tits heaving beneath the white tennis top, and one hand clamped to her exposed cunt.

"Oh, Christ!" Amy wailed, hauling down the tail of her skirt in a vain effort to keep him from seeing what he'd already seen. Her right hand was still glued to her twat; trying as she might, she couldn't seem to pry it away. She was afraid that he'd… that he'd… that he'd what? She didn't know, but she couldn't let go of her pussy, either.

Alex was wearing a short, Oriental-style bathrobe, one she'd gotten him last Christmas. It swished silkily as he walked across the room and planted his bottom on the chair facing the sofa. Blushing furiously, Amy put her legs together so he couldn't peek up their long columns.

"Do what?" he repeated blandly.

"None of your Goddamned business!" she snapped, livid with embarrassment at being caught in such a ridiculous position.

"If you mean diddling yourself," he went on, "it looked like you were already doing it. Of course, that's nothing unusual. The wall between your room and mine is pretty thin, and sometimes I have trouble going to sleep for all the noise you're making next door. A kind of…" he made a gasping, racking sound "sorta like a train you know?"

"You bastard!"

"It's perfectly normal, Peanut," he replied. "Didn't Mom have a little talk with you? Growing girls have so much energy, and they can't get rid of it all, the normal way, so… anyway, don't let me interrupt you. Just go ahead and do your thing." He didn't even snicker, though Amy blushed scarlet. Alex picked up a magazine and began to shuffle through it.

Damn him! she thought angrily. Sometimes he could be such a pain in the fucking ass with his smug, know-it-all Mr. Big Shot routine. Like right now. Here she was, caught in the act of playing with herself, her face blood-red with shame, her hand still glued to her cunt, and Alex sat there, pretending that he wasn't sneaking peeks of relish at her discomfiture. How could he keep from laughing? Especially when he went through that number of inviting her to go ahead and finish up…