Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

There was a strange sound in the air, a sound Amy couldn't quite identify, but she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was Alex, fucking her like a maniac.

But he stopped in mid-stroke, his cock half buried in her, and she wiggled her pussy in hungry, wanton invitation, beckoning him with her body to finish the task he'd begun. Amy's head began to dear, and she could hear things now.

"It's disgusting!" Roberta was screeching. "It's sick and perverted and disgusting!"

"Oh, come on, Roberta," Steve put in. "I don't think I like it either, but what the hell? A cunt was made to be fucked. Does it matter who handles the contract?"

"Get your hands off me!" Roberta hollered. She came stomping down the steps. Amy sat up, rubbing her eyes.

The big blonde stopped short where Amy and Alex had broken their connection. "Your own brother!" she said in disbelief. "How could you do such a filthy thing? A couple of degenerates, that's what you are! Both of you! Where did I leave my clothes? I'm getting out of here right now!"

Steve came up behind her, trying to smile. "Don't mind Roberta," he said. "She has a great body and a bad mouth. Personally, I think her problem is that her old man's been after her ass for years, ever since she grew that cute set of buns…" and with that he grabbed Roberta squarely by the butt. She turned, face livid with rage, and she belted him alongside the mouth, so hard Steve reeled back, eyes rolling.

"How dare you talk about me that way?" she yelled, and Amy wondered if Steve mightn't be hitting Roberta where it hurt. I'd like to hit her where it hurts, she thought. Still, Amy was suddenly very much aware that Roberta wasn't the only person around who might feel this way about what she and Alex had been doing. It was incest, and the Bible forbade it, and so did the state legal code. God, she thought, Roberta's carrying on the way Mom or Dad might, if they found out. That scared Amy. She'd never given a single thought to the implications of her passion for Alex. She wanted him and, now that she knew he craved her too, that seemed sufficient. They ought to be able to do whatever they wanted with one another, as long as they both desired it. But now a little tremor of fright fluttered in Amy's stomach. What if it had been our parents walking in on us, instead of Steve and Roberta? What if it had been? Jesus!

But her eyes met Alex's, and he was a tower of strength. She drew courage from him, and it didn't matter a fuck about piggy Roberta. She was a hypocritical bitch anyway. She could approve of casual fucking with someone she'd only just met, but she was horrified at Amy and Alex making it together. Besides, Alex had assured his sister that she was a better sex partner than the big-boob blonde. Roberta's outrage, real or pretend, seemed petty in contrast to that assurance. Amy took her brother's hand.

"Where are you going?" Steve wondered. He'd brought four cans of beer downstairs with him. He was also naked, and his cock was at least half erect. Had the sight of her and Alex turned him on? "I'm not ready to leave yet, Bobbie," he went on. "So why don't you just simmer down?" He moved toward her, his hands molded into potential cups for her large breasts. "Play a little switch about maybe? I'd like to stick it up you, find out what's buzzing, cousin. Maybe you'd change your mind about doing it in the family."

Roberta evaded him. She backed up to the wall and dressed hastily, her eyes flitting from Amy to Alex to Steve, as if she feared they might gang up on her. As if we'd want to, Amy thought contemptuously. When Roberta bent over to buckle her wedges, Amy noticed a puff of fat bulging around the blonde's middle, it was unattractive as hell. Amy felt quite satisfied for noticing it, and she smiled like a cat.

"Screw you," Roberta snapped at Steve. "I'm walking home. Maybe the Manson family or someone will offer me a ride. It would be nice to get away from you bunch of perverts." And she tied her halter with a flourish, then hurried to the steps.

"Good riddance!" yelled Amy. "You're not even a fucking natural blonde!" Upstairs, the back door slammed. Roberta was gone.

Steve cracked up. "I'd still like to bang her," he admitted, "but she's a scanty person. Whew! Talk about heavy, gang! I go upstairs to get a can of beer, and I come back to find this stuff going on. What are we gonna do about it?"

He didn't seem upset, and Amy liked him all the more for it. He could have pulled a scene like Roberta's instead, he was making jokes. Amy felt a little guilty about using Steve to get Alex jealous, and she extended a hand toward her boyfriend palm up, fingers spread. He came a little closer and she took him by his cock. The erection which had been building, built, and he was stiff in her hand. The hell of her palm supported the underside of his cock while her fingers made a nest for his balls to lie upon. She jiggled his stones about in their sac, and Steve put his hand on her shoulder. Amy looked at her brother. "Can we be three?" she asked. Alex shrugged as if to say, why not?

None of them had ever made it with more than one other person at a time, and there was a momentary confusion about how to carry it off. "I can't very well take you both at the same time," Amy pointed out, touching her tight but eager pussy.

"How about one here," touching her cunt "and one here," finger slipping back to bung about her anus. Steve grinned and Amy yipped.

Her eyes went big as saucers. "Stick it up your own ass!" she told him firmly, one hand covering her rectum defensively. She'd heard all about ass-fucking from her friend Mary Beth, who'd tried it a few times – Mary Beth had tried everything except fuck the dead, she used to say she just could not find a corpse with a hard-on – and the idea didn't particularly appeal to her. Not now, at least. Besides, Amy had a pussy that wasn't fully broken in yet.

She looked at her two men, at their hard dicks, at their beaming though puzzled faces, and she wondered how best all three of them could be satisfied. "Why not put one of you here," indicating her cunt "and the other one here," and she made a round-mouthed gesture of accommodation which, though simple, spoke volumes.

Amy lay down on the chair cushions again, her cunt high and open for Alex, who moved into the spread of her thighs. Steve sat beside her face, cock sticking up all hard and ready, and Amy took it in her hands as Alex made his own preparations. She moaned and winced in pleasure and pain as her brother's cock parted the flower-like petals of her pussy and slipped into her cum-oozing sex, and then Steve eased closer, stroking her face with his penis, the tip of it already leaking out the thin, watery pre-coital fluid.

"Careful!" he squawked. "You're biting!"

She was sorry, and she rarely bit cocks when she took them in her mouth, but it was hard to concentrate on both ends as they took pricks. Alex was moving steadily, masterfully, in her pussy, and she couldn't exactly lie stock-still while that went on. And if some of the response caused her teeth to chatter like a squirrel's, while Steve's prong was busy slipping into her mouth, well, at least she didn't mean to nip him. Amy strove to get herself under control. She pulled back her lips to protect Steve from her teeth, and she cupped and squeezed his testicles as she drew his dick into her mouth.

"Oh, wow, that's it, baby… that's really terrific!! Yeahhhh!!"

She had a better grip on him now, even if the position of her head made it impossible to deep-suck him. She could take him pretty deep, anyway, and she could still suck the hell out of his dong. And suck Amy did! Her tongue sloshed around him as he thrust again and again into her saliva-drenched mouth, and she had her cheeks drawn in tightly enough to pop him off if he'd only hold still long enough to be vacuumed. Her lips tightened and slacked, tightened and slacked, in a relentless unceasing pattern that met his in stroking and out pulling.