Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

"Wow," she said, hoping that conveyed the intense spiritual as well as physical nature of what she'd just gone through for their benefit. "Talk about fucking!"

"Talk about fucking," Steve repeated. Amy rose delicately, one hand puddling in the jism that coated her loins and stomach. Steve grabbed her other hand, pulling her down close. He caressed her cheek, then smacked a giant lingering kiss onto her mouth. Amy responded as best she could, and when he grabbed her tits for some plying and squeezing, she made her ass do a sexy little wiggle number. Are you watching, Alex? she wondered. Are you taking it all in?

"Why didn't you let me…"

"Because I'm not on the pill or anything. I was afraid you'd knock me up if you squirted all that delicious goo into me. A girl can't be too careful, especially when it comes to making babies."

"I never even thought of it," Steve said solemnly. "It never crossed my mind. Thank God you're quick on the trigger, Amy baby."

"You'd have thought of it," Amy pointed out, "if you were the one who could get pregnant." He laughed, tickling her ribs, and she giggled, but not wholeheartedly.

"Wow," Steve yawned, "I could dig another beer. Any more down here?"

"Nope. You'll have to go up to the kitchen and get some. You do know the way, don't you?"

"While we're on the subject," Roberta put in, "could somebody direct me to the ladies'? I have to pee." She rubbed her pussy, finger smearing itself in the slow leak of jism from her slash. Alex's jism. "Good thing for me I take the pill," she simpered. "Every day." Roberta made what somebody must have told her was a very cute face, and Amy wanted to smash that cute face with a cute fucking hammer.

Roberta stood up. Just as I thought, Amy gloated quietly. The hair which covered her pubes was very dark, almost coal-black, in stunning and telltale contrast to her peroxide blonde head. "C'mon, Bobbie," Steve volunteered. "I'll lead the way." As she went past him, he gave her bare jiggly ass a playful slap.

"Watch it, you son of a bitch!" Roberta snapped. For a moment she didn't look very cute. "Keep your hands to yourself."

Steve made a mocking bow. "So sorry," he mugged, then, to Amy, "Cousin Bobbie is very picky about who gets her. She draws the line at blood relatives. Usually."

"Don't try to be a comedian," Roberta said. "You don't have any of the necessary qualifications."

She went up the stairs, Steve following at a respectful distance.

"Well?" Amy said to her brother. "Are you satisfied?"

He nodded. "It was okay."

"I meant me."

"What about you?"

"Didn't it please you that I let him screw me? Wasn't that what you wanted?"

"It didn't matter that much."

"You cocksucker!" Amy's voice was sharp and tense. She got up and started toward him. As she walked, Steve's cum began to ooze down her belly, into her beaver, down her long legs. There was a stickiness in her crotch. She stood looking down at Alex for a moment, then knelt beside him.

"It was great for me," she said. "He was ten or twenty times better than you'll ever be. When I came it was like an H-Bomb going off in my guts, and with his hands all over me." Alex was looking at her, his head cocked to one side. His brown eyes fixed upon hers and she squalled before their frankness.

"How was… how was Roberta? Compared to me?"

"Pretty good," he said blandly. "I dug it. I came. So did Roberta. So did you. So did Steve. I guess we all fucked out."

"Oh, Goddamn you to hell!" she told him. Tears poured from her eyes. She swayed where she squatted, and then she was swaying toward him. Alex had no choice but to put up his hands, to catch her, and her breasts slid to rest against his chest, her head in the angle of his shoulder, and he was petting her back up and down. "She wasn't as good as you, Peanut," he said in a voice so soft Amy wondered if she had heard it or only dreamed it.

She raised her face, eyes meeting Alex's, and her lips parted. One of the Messenger twins – which? – moved, and her mouth was touching his, her hand thrusting into his loins to seize the wet, soft penis in a death grip. And suddenly it wasn't a wet, soft penis any longer. It was hardening, hardening, tilling her list with its erecting length, and Amy squeezed more fiercely, but with a certain loving tenderness too. Her heart pounded madly as she brought her brother to raging erection.

"Yes," she whispered, "yes! You can feel it too, can't you, Alex? You… me… the two of us."

His eyes didn't seem so bland right now, nor so calm. They were reflecting his inner emotions and she didn't have to hear his voice to know the answer. The look in his eyes, the feel of his cock, his heart beating inside his body, beating so spiritedly she could hear its thump-thump-thump. Still listing him, Amy leaned back, breasts rising high and proud, nipples thrust out in salutation.

"Yes," she said breathlessly. "I know you can feel it, Alex! Oh, give it to me now. Give me what you couldn't get from her, what Steve couldn't give to me – what we can only make together – you and me – the best. We're the best. Oh, Alex, darling, ball me, please. Now… now… now…"

She flopped over, onto her side, and her head moved to his thrusting hard cock. If he wanted to stop her, now was the time. He could catch her shoulders, remind her of the madness of her desire for him if he wanted to stop her. He said, "Peanut, I think you're crazy. I think we're both crazy." And then her mouth was upon him, and he was in her mouth, and she was sucking madly, not caring if his dick still tasted of Roberta's cum. It was the first time she'd sucked him down her gullet, but she knew it could not be the last.

Nothing else mattered. Nothing but his dick, fucking her in the mouth. She opened her mouth fully, taking him into her throat, bathing him with hot flowing saliva, and she demonstrated perfectly how much loving one mouth could offer. Before she'd swallowed him half a dozen times, his hands were on her, gripping her head, steadying her face as he fucked its eager, willing, red-lipped hole.

God, he tasted of sex – hot steaming sex! She'd barely climaxed, balling Steve, but the very idea of eating her brother's dick sent her into a convulsion of ecstatic tremors where she lay. Amy's legs twitched, she groaned around the slender sausage Alex fed her, and he put his hand on her cunt for reassurance. One finger stabbed into her wet tight hole, another began to tickle her cunt with fingering repetition, and she humped a preliminary orgasm onto his hand.

Reluctantly, Amy released him, her frothy mouth curled into a smile no sadness could ever erase. "I came," she told Alex. "I came all over your hand. Did you feel me come?"

"I sure did, Peanut. It was beautiful. Just like you. Hot and gorgeous and so fucking sexy…"

"Then don't shit around, brother lover," Amy went up, onto her knees. She leaned toward him, breasts falling forward. His hands cupped them, awaking and playing the hard, hungry nipples. "Fuck me now, Alex. Fuck me while I'm still hot and gorgeous and so fucking sexy I could burst with it…"

"My God," he sighed, "if I don't, I may burst too!"

Amy saw the pile of cushions and she had an idea. She lay down upon them but, unwilling to imitate Roberta too closely, she stretched herself face up. The pillows were beneath the small of her back, and her pussy lifted high, high into the air, its wet rosy portals glistening for Alex. She opened her eyes and he moved between them, one hand shucking at his cock. As if he needed to worry about losing his hard now, with Amy here, ready, willing. It was the perfect position, she told herself. Her cunt and his dick were on a direct line, and when he touched her with it, Amy's twat seemed to gape open and suck him home. He plunged into her with a cry of satisfaction, his hands reaching across the bend of her body for her proud, hot tits. She wailed as he rammed her, and her pussy whirled at once into a climax.