Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

"Oh, my God," she wailed, "you're fucking fine!!"

And he was! His cock slammed into her, pulled out, thrust home again while he worked his hips in a swivel action. Amy's pussy swallowed his rod with greedy gulps and ripples, and it was incredible how he fit inside her! Amy's twat was a snug sleeve, just the right size for his long slender dick, which fit her like hand in glove. She felt herself turn to jelly around his dong, her pussy reshaping itself so that his organ and hers were one, and the sensation of her distended tightness melting and transforming around him made Amy sob aloud with joy.

He thrust, his groin touching her beaver puff, his cock fully immersed in her seething sex, and she felt his balls jiggle in the cleft of her ass. Her heart swelled with love and her eyes filmed over with a steamy mist. She saw him above her, but he was only a vague shape, a myopic presence. Amy blinked in a vain attempt to clear her vision. It didn't work. Instead, she clasped his hands, tugging, whimpering, crying to him, "Oh, don't stop… don't stop!"

"I can't stop," Alex groaned in reply, withdrawing most of his cock and shafting it up her once again. Amy twisted her loins as her brother's tool slid home, and she rocked with the force of his thrust. By now her tight cunt was very nicely adjusted to his presence within her petals, and there was a wonderful feeling of friction as he moved in and out her clinging wet labia. "God," he sighed, "are you sure you've never done this before?" If he'd looked, he'd have seen that his cock was smeared here and there with the dark-red blood of her busted cherry.

"Tell me I'm good," she asked him. "Tell me I'm dynamite."

"You're better than good," Alex gasped, fucking for all he was worth. His hands shook as they clutched hers, and Amy's fingers were held in so tight a grip that numbness was beginning to set in. But if her fingers were numb, her cunt damned sure wasn't! She could feel every fantastic inch of him, sliding in, dragging out, and sliding in again. The tempo of his fucking was frantic and demon driven, and Amy's pussy lips twitched and spread and contracted again as he alternately thrust and retreated. She bucked and galloped, writhing round him with her sleek, sweat-dripping legs, her pussy hungry to swallow more and more of his cock.

It was a hell of a time for the phone to ring.

Alex stopped dead-still, his cock half withdrawn as he drew back for another shot at his sister's freshly busted pussy, and Amy yelled in frustration. Why had she ever cajoled her parents into getting a phone for her bedroom? Couldn't she have known that someday she'd be fucking here on her own bed, her legs wrapped around a sinuous, sensuous partner, her pussy full of incredible pecker power – and that the Goddamned telephone would choose precisely that moment to jingle-jangle? "Oh, go to hell!" she screamed at the phone, which sounded as loud as Big Ben; then, to Alex, "Screw the telephone!! No, damn it, screw me! Screw me!! Oh, fuck, damn it, fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuccckkk meeee!"

That seemed to give him the message, and unmistakably. After a second's hesitation, Alex angled back with his dong, then gave it to her much harder than he'd been banging, and Amy felt the tip of him ram all the way to the mouth of her womb. "Aaaiiieee!!" she whooped, longing to open herself fully, so fully his dick could snake the way into her guts if that was where he wanted to shove it. God knew, she wanted it! His tip screwed at the entrance of her uterus, pushing, pushing, pushing, and she groaned, helpless with her lust, unable to take him a centimeter deeper, unwilling to let him pull back either.

He poked a moment or two more, then withdrew and shoved it to her again, just as hard, just as deep, and with precisely the same soul-shattering response from his sister.

She couldn't restrain herself. She had to come now, while it was so beautiful and sexy and he was deep in her and she was hot buttery flesh sucking on him, and she wondered if it could ever be like this again for her? "C-c-c-commmmiinnggg!!" she gurgled, her pussy gone seismic around him, her legs wrapping him in lithe, taut coils, and she rammed her pussy to meet Alex's in rushing cock.

"Ohhhh, yeaahhh!" he hollered, a deep groan, and he was plunging forward, his body dropping onto hers, atop hers, and he kept whispering "Oh wow, Peanut," again and again, the words sandwiched among the kisses with which he bathed her face and lips.

And his cock continued to jab in and out, but the strokes were shorter now, short and desperate, and his belly slammed against Amy's churning twat at intervals which grew progressively closer, until he gave a sudden cry and thrust his rod so deeply it felt as if the tip had gone clean through and entered her throat from underneath. She screamed for the loving clean lust of it all, screamed when his cock began to swell in her contracting vagina, screamed as she felt the first shattering explosion of his cum deep in her body, and she clasped him round and round with her legs and arms. Amy strained against Alex, and she felt him squirting again and again, and then she was totally beyond feeling.

When Amy opened her eyes again and filled her exhausted lungs with air, Alex was beside her, one knee up. He had a hand at rest on her tummy, and his face was very close to hers. Amy's eyes glistened like enormous brown jewels, polished and oiled, and she wanted to speak to him, to tell him how much this had meant, if only she could find the words for it – and the phone rang again.

"You'd better answer it," he suggested. "It might be Mom and Dad calling from Las Vegas."

She nodded. She slid away from him and answered the phone on its third ring.

"Oh," she said, a little disappointed that it was only Steve Carver. "Hi." She settled, drawing up her legs, phone cradled between ear and shoulder, and she held, a hand to Alex. He caught it and crawled closer. Maybe he'd get horny again and ball her while she chatted with Steve on the phone. Wouldn't that be a goof on Steve?

"I called a little while ago, but nobody answered," her boyfriend said, pausing as if he were expecting some explanation.

"Oh. I was busy." Her voice was sluggish and distant. "What did you want?"

"Are you mad at me?" Steve wondered. "You sound like you don't care if I call you at all."

"I'm just knocked out," Amy explained, and that was true. She squeezed Alex's hand and she stared at his face and she wished that he were fucking her right now. Her mouth dripped a little excess satin and she had to swallow hard.

"Look," Steve went on, "I can only talk a minute. Just wanted to tell you that I don't know if I can make our date tomorrow. At least, not by myself."

Date? She'd forgotten about – oh, yeah! They weren't supposed to… what were they supposed to do? Alex had balled the memory right out of her head. "That's too bad," Amy said, hoping she sounded somewhat concerned.

"Yeah, when I got home after dropping you off, we had company. My aunt and uncle and cousin. They're staying the weekend, and I'm supposed to entertain Roberta because she doesn't know anybody here. Christ, she's eighteen, gonna be nineteen! But Mom says I have to be the good old babysitter and constant companion, for shit's sake! So we'll have to drag her along when we go swimming that is, if you want, to bother, with Roberta around. I mean, it really cuts into – hey! I think I have an idea!"

Amy stifled, a yawn. She didn't really care. "Hmmm?"

"Yeah," he gloated. "We can have our cake and eat it too, if you follow. Is Alex doing anything tomorrow?"

"Alex?"

"Yeah, your brother. Remember him? Hey, baby cakes, I'm not the only guy around." If only, thought Amy, if only you knew! "Well, if he's not doing anything, why don't we fix him up with Roberta? Jesus, I'll lend him a few bucks if he needs some bread. He can take her to the movies or out for a pizza or whatever, and you and I can have some time by ourselves. I miss you, Amy. How long has it been since I kissed you goodnight?" A million years, she thought. Or at least it seemed that long. Steve was part of a time past that she found it steadily more difficult to remember. "Huh? Can you ask him?"