Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

"Look," Roberta went on, approaching the three half-naked youngsters. "I'm sorry. Maybe I have a big mouth to go with the tits. And maybe I shouldn't put you down for doing your thing. But you gotta admit, it is pretty weird for a brother and sister to be – oh, I don't know! If it turns you on, I guess it's your privilege, even if it is a perversion and sorta disgusting to watch. So I apologize. It's your house, you oughta be able to screw whoever you want. Friends again?"

Amy didn't want to answer. She'd never considered herself and Roberta to be friends in the first place. As far as she was concerned, Roberta could still jam it up her ass and leave it.

"Anyway," Roberta added, "Steve should apologize to me now, for saying that stuff about my daddy."

"I won't apologize for the truth," Steve cut in. "He's always grabbing asses. At New Year's, I saw him cop feels off your mom, my mom, Aunt Betty, both her daughters… If Grandma hadn't been in her wheelchair, he'd probably have goosed her too. Are you saying he's never rubbed your buns?"

She blushed. "You just have a dirty mind, Stevie. And if he did, why, it wouldn't mean anything. He's my daddy."

"Daddies get hard-on's too," Steve pinned, sliding his arm around her waist and rubbing her thigh with his own. His fingers slid downward, strumming a soft pattern on the curve of one hip. Roberta frowned, but she neither protested nor belted him.

Amy found herself mellowing slightly. "Oh, let it rest, Steve," she suggested. "Why argue any more?"

He nodded. "Listen, Bobbie, something tells me Amy and Alex would enjoy a little time alone. Why don't you and I go someplace, maybe get a bite to eat, and talk it over. I'd like to hear your opinions on the national debt, the B-1 bomber, Governor Brown's reforms of the state governmental structure, the desirability of incest – all that good stuff." His hand clasped her buttock, then gave a warm, friendly squeeze.

"Stevie," she replied, not without interest. Steve patted her bottom. "You and I don't get much chance to talk, do we, Stevie?" She looked down at his cock, and a smile formed on her lips.

"Can I talk to you a minute before we go?" Steve told Amy. She nodded. They moved closer together as Alex led Roberta upstairs.

"Well, babe," Steve said, "I wonder what all this does to you and me. I mean, you and Alex apparently have a real thing going for each other. The expression on your face when he was balling you – really heavy. You were so sexed up it was a little frightening. Am I out in the cold now?"

"Of course not," Amy replied. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. Her lips were sticky with cum and fragrant with beer, and he seemed to enjoy the taste of her. She clung to him a long time, her nipples flicking against his warm flesh. There was a stir of life at his loins and she felt his pecker begin to harden where one of her hipbones grazed it. Amy stepped back, nibbling her lip in concern. "I'm sorry about that," she said, indicating his erecting cock. "I…"

"Don't sweat it," he grinned. "I have the strangest feeling I'm finally gonna get it into Roberta. More than just a feeling."

"You're very understanding," Amy said. "I really mean that, Steve. You're not jealous, you're not embarrassed, you're not even angry. With Alex and me – oh, it only started last night, and I'm still floating. I don't think I could even explain it coherently. Not yet, at least. But we can still be friends, you and I."

"I hope so," he grinned. "And since you've finally, decided to let it swing, we can be much better friends than before. If I still have privileges, that is," and he rubbed her pussy until the hairs crackled with static electricity.

"Sure you do. And good luck with Roberta. If you really want to get into her, I mean."

"I don't, really. Not the way I crave your body. But she's been a sex symbol to me for years. Do you know she was a B-cup? And the wiggliest little ass, Jeez! When I was eighteen and just getting to make use of my hard-ons, I used to whack myself raw fantasizing about her. Cousins are incest, too, you know. Maybe that's why you and Alex don't shock me. Anyway, just now was the first time I ever bad my hands on her that she didn't punch me out. I think she's starting to come around."

Amy and Alex watched Steve's car back down the driveway, into the street. Horn tooting, it took off. "He thinks he might get a piece of Roberta," she told her brother with a smile.

"He'll be disappointed. She's okay, but she acts too cute and she's never going to be better than second-best." It was a calm, dispassionate judgement which pleased Amy very much. She had no liking for Roberta and, though Alex had screwed the blonde girl, she didn't want to think that he might like her as well.

"What about first-best?"

Alex took her hand. "First-best has been a very good girl and she's being sent to bed early tonight. To my bed." He tugged her hand and Amy went along, her heart swelling with love, her parities soaked in pussy dew.

The nicest thing about sex, Amy thought, was going to sleep, worn out from a plethora of climaxes, with her butt pressed to Alex's loins and his body close, snuggling behind hers as they lay in spoon like nearness. Or so she thought as she dropped off to slumber.

Perhaps, she decided, opening her eyes, it was even nicer to dream a sweet dream of being screwed by her man and awaking to find that dream a vivid reality. Indeed, she couldn't tell where the dream ended and the fuck began. She'd been wrapped in sleep, her mind carrying them through an Eden of dreams. Both of them naked, innocent, carefree, wandering among the trees and glades of their private garden, stopping to make love whenever the urges struck, while birds chirped overhead and big-eyed deer and rabbits watched them from the bushes.

Amy on her back in a spread of dewy-moist grass that her body heat was rapidly warming. Alex between her parted legs, using his mouth on her dripping cunt while her hands beat his cock in a frenzied pattern. Her face turning at the climactic moment to receive the spurt of his seed. Amy and Alex playing in a pool of water that glinted silver where the sun rays penetrated the leafy coverage overhead. Amy on her brother's lap, his cock thrusting up high, hard, fast, into her willing snatch. Amy, her arms wrapped round a slender young tree whose straight, sleek trunk reminded her so much of her brother's cock, as Alex fed her that selfsame cock from behind and her ass wiggled with a frantic need to swallow him whole.

But it was one thing to dream of fucking. It was another, and fantastic, to open her eyes slowly and realize that Alex was even then impaling her from behind as she lay in bed with him. His hands grasped her hip bones, and his abdomen bumped her buttocks as his screwing quickly brought her awake.

"Oh, God, yes!" she called, cupping a breast with one hand, dropping the other hand back to stroke his leg as he kept putting it in and pulling it out. Before they fell asleep early this morning, he'd banged her pussy raw. She had wondered if she could ever endure the delicious agony of fucking again, wondered if her brother could even scare up another hard-on, after the dozen or more she'd aroused and drained after Steve and Roberta took their departure. But here he was, up again, thin but long, and hard oh, Jesus!!!, and here she was, pussy wet and hot and tight as it made a glove around his welcome cock.

"God," she cried, "I want to wake up this way every morning for the rest of my life! Do you hear that, Alex?"

"… hear… you!" he panted, slamming his sausage home. He'd been gentle at first, when he put his dick in her sleeping pussy and began to work it, but there was no need for gentleness now. Amy liked it hard and macho, and he gave it to her the way she liked. Her puss wasn't as tight as it had been the first time he fucked her, night before last, but she still had a magnificent nutcracker between her legs, a snug wet bun apparently made with his hot dog in mind. "Oh, wow, Amy. I don't think I can hold off much longer. I'm almost ready to commmeeee!!"