John Kellerman - The family threesome

Robby came in from his morning classes. He put his books down in a chair and looked at her. "Having a party?"

"Sure. Have a drink with me." Mona felt full of good cheer. She folded the check and put in into the drawer. Robby sat down gingerly as if he was afraid he might jar her out of her happy mood. Amused, Mona fixed Robby a scotch on the rocks and watched him sniff it.

"I really don't drink much hard stuff," he started.

"Oh go on and try it." She finished her drink in a gulp and went for the bottle, almost knocking it over. Robby steadied it, then poured a little in her glass.

"Don't you think you've had enough?"

"Nope," Mona hiccuped. Robby looked at her curiously. Then he went to the front door. She watched him close and lock it. He pulled the curtains on the front window.

"What's my dear brother doing?" she slurred, getting up and plopping heavily down again. She felt wonderful. She felt like laughing.

"Mona… about the other night…"

"You better not think about that," she giggled. "Naughty, naughty." Robby sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. She felt him petting her with a hand, hugging her, whispering to her. What was he whispering? She was too drunk to get the words straight.

"Mona… I have to talk to you."

She felt tears well in her eyes. She knew what he was going to do. He was going to try and get her into bed again. Like the other night. She grabbed her glass of scotch and Robby made her put it down.

"Why don't you leave me alone?" she sobbed, "you… pervert!"

"You're drunk." His hand had slipped down to her belly. He was trying to caress the heavy curve of her breast. She tried to make him stop. Sharp thrills made her feel breathless. "You don't remember," he went on, "when we were kids. You don't remember what we used to do…"

"What are you talking about?" She grabbed his wrist but the other hand went to work on her then, slipping under her dress. Her own brother! She fought against the pleasure that tingled over the surface of her thighs. But Robby's warm fingers were so gentle. He smoothed his way upwards until she knew he was only a touch away from her taut panty crotch. She couldn't feel him touch her yet, but the anticipation almost made sparks leap out from her cunt.

"You used to lick me," Robby said. Surely she hadn't heard right. He couldn't be talking like that. Old memories swirled in her head. An image of that very thing flashed into her consciousness for a moment, then disappeared.

"Noooooo!" Slip twisted in his arms.

"I don't want to hear it!"

Robby's mouth wet her earlobe. His hand pressed upwards between her thighs and a devastating wave of pleasure made Mona shudder. He moved his hand again. She felt a finger gouge under the lacy edge of her panties. She felt the silk being pried away from her feverish mound. It made a sticky sound. Her head flopped weakly against the sofa. Robby's tongue fucked at the corners of her mouth.

"Noooo… don't Robby! Leave me…"

"I want you bad, Mona! I want to do the things I wasn't ever able to do before. When I was a kid."

"Robby… God in heaven!"

"You're so hot inside… so deep and soft!"

"Jesus… Robbeeee!" She felt his finger sliding down her slit, easing up into her body. She tried to squirm away from him, but her slightest movements only increased the tension that was building inside her. The finger penetrated as far as her brother could reach. It was his middle finger, she realized. The long finger.

"Don't you remember when you used to give me enemas?" he whispered. "It would get me excited and then you'd…"

"Shut up! You shut up!" The finger worked in circles inside her. Her butter was really flowing now, wetting her panties, wetting her brother's hand. His mouth closed down on hers and he sucked her tongue hungrily between his teeth. She tried to push him back but she was weak as a kitten. He was unbuttoning her blouse with his free hand. She felt him peeling a bra cup off of one big tit. She was trembling suddenly a she watched the large softness bounce free. Robby's mouth opened.

"Nooooo." But it was too late. His teeth nibbled at the white breast. His tongue flicked furiously over her dark nipple. It was a big nipple. Something a baby could really get his teeth into. And Robby was her baby. She remembered the game more now, the games she'd played with him. She'd made him suck her adolescent breasts when he'd been just a young boy. She'd pretended he was her baby. But the breasts sucking had always made her hotter than a pistol. It had led to other things.

"Robby… I'm dizzy… I'm losing my mind…"

"Ohhhhhhh Mona… Mona…" His mouth sucked noisily. She looked weakly down to see the nipple slip from his lips for a moment. It looked all shiny and tumid and hot. Robby's tongue lashed out and pulled the nubbin back between his teeth. Mona arched her back and drove the upper part of her body against his sucking. It felt lovely.

But Robby's other hand was doing bad things. Bad, bad things. Her panties were being slipped down over her ass. She writhed her body but it only made it that much easier for Robby to them down. He got her foot out of one leg hole. He was pushing her down on the sofa. She heard the clink of his belt buckle coming loose.

"Robby… God… no! You can't do this. Right here in the front room! You can't do this!"

"Mona… Ohhh, I want to put my cock in you so bad!"

"Robby!" She screamed, beating her fists against his chest. But he forced her legs apart and wiggled down between them. She felt the weight of him, the strength of him. He had her wedged against the sofa cushions, pinning her wrists. He kissed her neck in a way that made her tremble all over. Then something hard was being pressed against the inside of her thigh. It was so hot! It was the head of her brother's cock!

"Ghaaaaaa…!"

"Hold still, Mona… damn it… I'm going to put it in you, I don't care what…"

"Uhhnnn… Mmmnnnoooo… Uhhh!"

She felt the hot, bulging knob press against her mound now. Her juices wet it. She sucked in huge lungfuls of air and panted them out as she twisted and struggled under Robby's weight. He pulled her hair, forcing her head back. Then he was licking her neck again, biting, sucking, doing horrible things. Her other breast was free from her halter too. He began to eat at it with loud sucking sounds. She tried to kick the backs of his legs with her heels. His cocktip was pressing between her outer lips now. She writhed furiously.

"Robbeeee…!"

"It's too late, Mona. I need you. I have to have you!" He forced a hand between the plump halves of her ass. The sudden and unexpected pressure against her asshole made her freeze for a moment. And that was when her brother lunged powerfully. She opened her mouth to scream but only a babbling grunt came out.

His tender cock had penetrated her to the hilt! She felt him give one more jab to make sure. She felt the pressure against the opening of her womb.

"What did you do to me? Robbeeee… Ohhh, it's horrible!"

"You liked it the other night."

"Ohhhhhh…"

He began to fuck her with slow, gentle movements. Mona bit her lip against the subtle friction that she felt between her pussy lips. In and out, in and out. That damned male cock. She was always getting stabbed with cocks. Cocks that had no memory.

"I love you Mona, I love your pussy."

"Don't say that… don't… Uhhhh." She had begun to move her body, too. She couldn't help it. She humped her back down into the sofa cushions and rubbed her pussy back and forth against the steady, slow stab of her brother's prick. It set off shock waves of ecstasy. She shuddered in his arms. Her hands had been pushing at the fronts of his shoulders. Now they slipped slowly around his back and she found herself hugging his body against hers. Robby had bared his chest and the touch of his warmth against her naked tits was lovely. Her skirt had been tangled around her waist, her blows pushed back and her bra jerked down around her belly.