David Crane - Sister eager for more

Then, bold as brass, Jessica had asked him if he wanted her to do it for him. Naturally, he had – and she did.

After the first time, the initial taboo broken, Jessica had jacked him off and Randy had finger-fucked her with increasing frequency and mutual delight. From hand-jobs, they had soon progressed to blow-jobs and cunt-lapping, learning and teaching together. For a while, they both pretended that they weren't really being incestuous, that sex didn't count as long as they didn't actually fuck. For a month or so they treaded this thin line of definition, telling themselves that what they were doing was only fooling around.

Then, one memorable day, when they were both really horny, they figured the hell with it and fucked.

They never regretted it for a moment.

Although Jessica was married now, and loved her husband, she still stopped by to see her brother often, for a fuck or a suck – or both. It was a habit that was hard to break – and which neither of them wanted to break, anyhow.

So it was that sexy Jessica was no stranger to the joys of incest.

And, as fate would have it, Jessica now had two horny teenaged kids of her own.

Jessica, never having gone beyond the entrance of her brother's house, got slowly to her feet, smiling at Randolph with cum-streaked lips and looking wistfully at his deflated balls and drooping cock. She knew damned well that, if she had time, she could easily suck him up to another hard-on and get her smoldering cunt pumped up as full as her mouth had been. It was a tempting thought. Jessica adored sucking cocks and drinking jism. But it had one major drawback – it left her really horny for a fuck. But she was going to be late for work already and knew she would have to suffer her frustrations for a while – at least until she got to the office, where she kept a battery-powered vibrator, useful on such occasions.

A vibrator wasn't nearly as good as a cock and balls, certainly, because it wasn't full of cum and could only dry-fuck. But it was a lot better than nothing and Jessica often vibrated her pussy to take the pressure off throughout the day, until she could get the real thing from her husband – or whatever other lucky man happened to come along.

Jessica, obviously, was not known for her marital fidelity, nor did she regret her promiscuity. Fucking around was simply too much fun to feel any guilt – although Jessica had felt a bit guilty on her wedding night, fucking her lawfully wedded husband and feeling as if she were cheating on her brother, whom she had sucked off half an hour before she took her marriage vows. But that was a good many blowjobs ago and now, another mouth-fucking finished, Jessica kissed her brother on the lips. It would have been a chaste, sisterly kiss – if he hadn't tasted his own cum on her mouth.

Promising to stop by again soon, she left him panting on the doorstep and walked down to her car, her hot pussy squishing between her sleek thighs with every stride. When she slid onto the car seat, her cunt almost creamed. Jessica, who was almost always horny, was hotter than usual, today. There was a good reason for it, too.

That morning, brushing her teeth at the bathroom sink, she had found traces of cum in the bowl.

She'd blinked, then smiled. A big, sticky blob of the stuff was clinging to the sink, just below the rim. Jessica slid her fingertip through it, then brought her hand up to her face. She sniffed. Yeah, it was cum, all right, she figured, knowing that starchy fragrance well. Then, just to be positive, she slipped her sticky finger into her mouth and sucked the slime from it.

She knew that her husband hadn't been beating off in the bathroom, because she kept his balls well drained. And knowing that cum must have come from her teenaged son's prick really excited Jessica. She remembered how she had caught her brother under the same circumstances, years before – and oh, how she would have loved to catch her son pounding his prick!

The idea made her so horny she felt faint. That was why, even though she was running late, she had just had to stop and savor a mouthful of her brother's sweet prick.

Now, with a bellyful of swallowed fuck-juice, Jessica was hotter than ever. She just couldn't stop thinking about her slimy discovery, imagining how that cockcream had spurted out of Tommy's pisshole and wondering how she could manage to spy on him the next time he jacked off. She wondered, too, about her young daughter, Brenda. Did the girl take after her mother? Did Brenda and Tommy fool around, the way that she and Randy had – and still did? Those thoughts were inspirational. By the time she got to the office building, Jessica was so hot she thought that her cunt might burst into flames – a raging inferno that could only be quelled by the fire-extinguishing foam of a spurting cock.

She parked her car and hurried up to her office. Wanda, the redheaded receptionist with the huge tits, gave her a strange look as Jessica hastened past. Jessica wondered if her mood was so obvious that the other woman could tell how horny she was. Was she fucking glowing? Was smoke drifting out of her crotch? Aware that Wanda was still staring at her, Jessica went on to her office and closed the door. She went directly to the filing cabinet where, in the drawer, she kept her vibrator. She took it out, trembling. The flavor of her brother's cum still lingered on her taste buds, and the recollection of her son's jism danced in her mind. She was in no mood to fool around with any preliminaries.

Standing beside the filing cabinet, Jessica pulled her dress up to her waist and tugged her bikini panties down her thighs. The crotch band of those panties was like a swamp, she noticed. She tilted her groin up and looked below her bushy blonde cunt mound. Her cuntlips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy blossom, her pussyslit opened into a wide slot, and that slot was flooded with cunt cream. Her clit stood out like a tree stump in a swamp, tingling and throbbing. Cunt juice trickled down the sleek flesh of her inner thighs and seeped back into the crack of her ass. She cupped her hand over her crotch and whimpered. Green eyes narrowed and red lips parted, panting, Jessica brought her other band down and held the tip of the cock shaped vibrator directly against her swollen clit.

She paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation, no longer so desperate now that the vibrator was in place. She knew that her pussy was going to cream as soon as she switched the tool on and started it humming against her clit. Then she thumbed the switch.

And nothing happened.

Jessica wailed in dismay, staring down incredulously at the inoperative instrument. The batteries were dead!

"Oh, my God!" she cried in abject despair. She stood there, trembling all over, her body vibrating as much as the useless vibrator should have been, and wasn't. What a fine kettle of fish this was! What the fuck was she going to do? Did she have to settle for a finger-fucking?

Then the door opened and Wanda walked in. The redhead stopped dead, staring in amazement. It was quite a surprising sight, to be sure. Gorgeous Jessica was standing there with her panties down around her knees and her thighs parted and a big plastic fuck-stick jammed into her soaking cunt, panting and wailing.

"Oh! Excuse me," Wanda gulped. "I thought I heard you call me…"

The receptionist's eyes were glued on Jessica's pussy, fascinated. She blushed furiously, embarrassed at having walked in on this intimate scene – but still seemed unable to tear her eyes away from Jessica's cunt.

Jessica snapped her head around. If she hadn't been so desperate to come, Jessica would probably have blushed, as well, since it was rather an embarrassing situation in which to find oneself. But with lust and need raging through her body, she had no room for such minor emotions as shame.