Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

"He wouldn't be interested."

"Sure he would! Roberta's no dog! She's blonde and stacked like crazy, and even if she is my cousin, she's not bad." His voice dropped to a leering whisper. "I don't think she puts out, not all the way at least, but she ought to give him something."

Son of a bitch! thought Amy. What do you say about me? That I don't put out all the way either, but I give you something? "No," she said firmly, "Alex wouldn't dig that."

"Dig what?" her brother asked, pulling Amy's hand to get her attention.

She covered the mouthpiece with her palm. "He wants to fix you up with his cousin for tomorrow so he can keep a date with me. Have you ever heard of anything so gross?"

"Is she good-looking?" Amy frowned. "Tell him yes," Alex went on.

Amy couldn't believe her ears. "Yes?" she asked, flushing vivid scarlet. "Huh? Oh, Alex just came in. He said…" She raised her eyebrows, gesturing a repeat of the question, and Alex nodded once more. "He said yes, if she's good-looking."

"Hot damn!" Steve exulted. "You tell Alex he won't be sorry. Roberta looks like the kind of chick who may never be famous but will certainly go down, if you get the drift. But I don't figure you'd tell your brother that, would you, baby? Okay, then – hey, I gotta run. Catch you on the sunny side, light? After lunch?" He blew a kiss into the receiver and hung up.

"What the fuck are you trying to prove?" she asked her twin angrily. "A blind date with Steve's cousin?"

"You never know," Alex replied.

"I bet she's ugly," Amy went on. "I'll bet she's ugly and a pig, and…" She was stung to the quick. Good God, was she… was she jealous? She thought of Steve's nasty insinuations about Roberta, and she tried to imagine Alex even thinking about doing sexy stuff with the girl, and – oh, dear God, it hurt! But why? Why should she feel that way? "I don't like it," she said. "And I don't think you ought to do it."

Amy took a deep breath, her small perfect breasts rising so that the nipples seemed to stare at him like a second pair of eyes. She said, "I don't want you to fuck anyone. Anyone else, I mean." Anyone but Alex started, as if she'd just hit him in the face. "What the hell?"

"I mean it," Amy went on. "When you were in me, when your cock was in my cunt. I knew – somehow – that it had been meant to happen exactly that way. From the very beginning of time. As if the whole course of human history had been planned with that precise moment in store. It was… I was… oh, I can't even find the words to describe it, Alex darling! Didn't you feel that way too?"

"Look, Peanut," he said, trying to be a brother again. Didn't he know that was impossible? That they could never be simply brother and sister again? "It was great for me, too. And maybe – just maybe – I don't wish it had never happened. Something just got out of hand and neither of us could get it under control. But you're talking crazy now, Peanut – as if you want to make a regular thing of this – and I've got news for you! For one thing, kid, this is called incest, and it's a big no-no. Oh, be realistic, Peanut… we played around and we got carried away. I'm sorry, and you'll be sorry once you've cooled down a little."

"You said you loved me," Amy murmured. "And you fucked me as if you loved me."

"I do love you, Peanut. You're my little sister. And it's too late to undo it, so we might as well chalk the whole thing up to experience. So…" he patted her knee tenderly, "it's getting late and you oughta be going to bed. With Mom and Dad away, I have to keep an eye on things, and you'd better do what I tell you, or you're liable to get your butt spanked when the old folks return."

"You don't understand!" Amy told him. "You don't understand at all!" She picked up the pillow which had supported her perky little ass during that screwing. It was smeared with the cum and bloodstains their fucking had produced. "Look at this," Amy said, indicating a pinkish smear of jism. "This is what's real, you and me! Together!"

"Simmer down, Peanut," he said, rising from the bed. "You have a date with Steve tomorrow. And you told me yourself that he's been after you to make it with him. So why not give him a try? You don't have anything to lose now. Oh, look, Amy, you don't really feel anything for me, not the way you think. All girls are that way the first time. They want to make sure they did the right thing by giving in, and the best way to be sure is to convince themselves they're in love with the guy who did it. Anyway – I'm your brother. You can't be in love with me, dummy! So forget it. I gave you what you were asking for. Maybe I shouldn't have, but we just couldn't put on the brakes once it got rolling. Best thing now is to forget it and get a grip on life. See you in the morning."

And with that he was sore, leaving behind a sister who at least restrained her tears until the door was shut behind her first love.

Roberta bounced at the end of the diving board. Testing its spring, perhaps, or surveying the people in the water or at poolside while she selected the proper angle for her swanlike plunge. Amy Messenger was damned sure the cow was only bobbing up and down so her tits would jiggle and everyone would notice how stacked and sexy she was. The Goddamned slut! There was no other word for the bitch.

With a squeal of glee and warning, Roberta arced up into the air, then into the water sharp and clean as a knife blade. There was a splash as she went under, and she came up – beaching like a whale! reflected Amy – shaking water from he blonde hair. Roberta then got out of the pool, wet from head to toe, bathing suit glued to her body like a coating of thinned-out pink paint.

She stood on the edge of the pool, not two feet from Amy, and the water dripped from her body. Stacked wasn't quite the word for Roberta. She was about five-nine and Amy guessed that the measurements would approximate. Tits like melons, and so inadequately concealed by her pink bikini halter that every male eye within a mile was glazed with lust. And right now the wet bikini top clung like skin, so tight-stretched, thanks to that little splash in the pool, that Roberta's tits strained and thrust at the skimpy material, nipples standing out vividly. The bikini pants were just as pink, just as wet, just as tight-fitting, and Amy couldn't quite understand how Roberta managed to keep them on. They'd already managed to slip halfway down Roberta's ass, so that the big girl's ass was tantalizingly revealed to anyone standing behind her. And she made a point of turning round needlessly half a dozen times, so that eventually everyone within range of binoculars had at least one clear shot of her ass. What a slut! thought Amy, crumpling her paper cup and tossing it into a waste can.

Alex came up behind the big blonde, and he put his hands on her waist. She raised her eyebrows in a cutesy, sexy manner, saying "Oooohhh, who's touching my body?" and she wiggled her ass toward him, giggling. Amy wanted to barf.

She'd disliked Roberta from their fist meeting almost an hour ago. Especially when Alex warmed to the bitch and they settled into the back seat of Steve's car and laughed and chatted like old buddies all the way to the club. Up front with Steve, Amy was silent and morose, knitting her fingers and rarely speaking.

Oh, sure there were extenuating circumstances. Maybe. Roberta was really built for eighteen. Could you blame Alex for getting slobbery over that body? Men were conditioned to turn on when they saw a shape like Roberta's; it was part of some supernatural design. But couldn't he also see what Amy had no trouble detecting? That Roberta was a cheap slut or twit who'd be no more desirable than a dried-up cow flop if you took away her big tits and round ass?

There were dark roots in that head of teased blonde hair, pointing to a drugstore origin. Her teeth were capped. Amy tried to conjure up a vision of Roberta's pre-dentist snaggle-toothed smile, and it pleased her. Yeah! she thought. And God didn't make noses as cute, and button like and turned-up as hers, either. Some plastic surgeon had probably created Roberta's nose from a Durante style original. It was all a fake. The tits didn't look like a silicone job, but Amy wasn't ready to bet on it yet. No, she thought. Roberta is just like a robot. Or was the proper term android? She could never remember. Whichever, she wasn't real and natural.