David Crane - Sister eager for more

He was considering jerking off at the moment, and wondering where to spill his spunk.

And he was getting really turned on by looking up his kid sister's skirt, as well.

Tommy was sitting in the front room, pretending to be reading a sports magazine and wondering, as he glanced at an ad for baseball equipment, whether a catcher's mitt would be a good fuckhole. Brenda had wandered in, switched on the television and curled up on the couch. Tommy gazed at her, his head lowered as if he was concentrating on the magazine.

Brenda was a delectable little nymphette, nubile and flirtatious. Her pert tits stuck out saucily and her trim little ass jutted out, as if to balance those thrusting tits. She had a sort of swaybacked walk so that she came at a fellow tit first and moved away ass last. Tommy had spilled gallons of cum over fantasies of the sexy girl, knowing that such incestuous thoughts were real naughty, yet enjoying them all the more because of it.

She squirmed around a bit, getting comfortable. She drew one knee up, exposing a stretch of creamy thigh. Tommy found that he was able to stare right up into the shadowy mysteries of her crotch. He squinted. He could just make out the lighter strip of her panties in the shadows, a tantalizing hint of a tiny crotchband drawn into the vee of her loins. He began to breath heavily. Was it his imagination or could he see a bit of blonde cunthair curling out from the leg hole of her bikini panties? Was the crotchband of those panties really damp? He glanced up at her face. Brenda seemed totally unaware of his gaze. She was chewing gum and watching the television, the picture of innocence. Tommy guessed that the girl had no idea that she was flashing her crotch at him, but her innocence didn't make her any the less exciting. His prick, never far from an erection, began to rise and stiffen in his jeans.

He shifted uncomfortably. His jeans were tight at the crotch and his swelling cock was jammed painfully into the denim confines.

Tommy knew full well how to relieve that tension, of course. But he couldn't very well haul his cock and balls out with his kid sister in the room and he hated to tear his eyes from her crotch and seek privacy for a handjob.

Brenda reached down and began to scratch absentmindedly at the flesh of her inner thigh. Tommy stifled a groan as her skirt rode higher. She squirmed around a little and her knee shifted out, her legs opening wider. She arched her back and her tits loomed out. He could see the twin peaks of her nipples poking against her tee shirt. His eyes flicked over her. He looked at her mouth as she chewed slowly on the gum, imagining what those sweet lips would feel like on his prick. He regarded her shapely thighs, thinking of how they would wrap around a guy's hips as he poured the prick up her fuckhole, and he gazed at her trim little ass, visualizing it churning and grinding as some lucky guy pounded her pussy to jelly.

Tommy could bear it no longer. His balls felt swollen as big as cantaloupes and his prick was like a crowbar levering against his jeans. As much as he hated to leave the room, he simply had to get his rocks off or he was liable to come in his pants.

He got to his feet, awkwardly, the weight of his bloated prick throwing him off balance. He held the magazine in front of his crotch to hide his hard-on, in case his sister should look up. But she seemed totally interested in watching the television, ignoring him.

Tommy moved towards the door, jerkily, stepping bowlegged around his swollen balls.

As soon as he left the room, Brenda looked up, giggling, her eyes gleaming. Just as Tommy had been watching her over his magazine, so had the naughty little imp been watching him as she pretended to be paying attention to the television. She knew full well that she had been flashing her crotch at him and she had seen the enormous bulge throbbing in the crotch of his tight jeans.

It was fun to turn her brother on.

Brenda knew where he was going, too. He was going to go and jerk off! It delighted the little sex kitten to know she had inspired a handjob. She loved to tease horny young men, flaunting her luscious body and playing the exhibitionist while feigning innocence. And turning her own brother on was a bigger thrill than if he'd been a stranger.

Now her own lust was aroused, inspired by having aroused her brother.

She slid her hand down and cupped it over her soaking cunt. The crotchband of her bikini panties was slimy with the overflow of her fuckhole. She slipped her hand inside the elastic and fingered her naked twat. Smiling, she began to rub her cuntlips and stroke her love bud. Her naughty and exciting exhibitionism, having driven her brother to a handjob, was having the same effect on herself. She slipped two fingers up into her tunnel of love and moaned softly, pushing them in knuckle deep and wriggling them round and working her cunt muscles on them.

Brenda loved to frig off as much as Tommy did – and she did it damned near as often, too.

Her cunt walls rippled and dragged as she steadily shoved her fingers in and pulled them out. Pussy nectar trickled down her crotch, dampening the couch under her ass. As she slid her fingers up her cunthole, she switched her thumb back and forth against her clit.

"Ooooh," she purred, tingling all over.

She wished that Tommy were still in the room, wished that he could watch her fingerfucking herself. The very thought caused her to gasp, her exhibitionist inclinations firing her horny imagination.

But there are two sides to exhibitionist and the other side is voyeurism.

Brenda heard Tommy go up the stairs.

He's gonna jerk off in the bathroom, or in his bedroom, she figured. How she would like to watch him jerk the jism out, of his cock and balls!

Did she dare?

Her lips grinned but her eyes were narrowed and glowing with passion. She slid her fingers up her pussy and shuddered with passion. She slid her fingers up her pussy and shuddered with the rippling thrill. The idea of frigging her pussy while she spied on her meat-beating brother was driving the naughty little minx wild.

Brenda gave her cunt a last stroke and then, flushed with desire, all of her inhibitions melted away in the heat of her arousal, she got up and moved quietly to the door. She tiptoed to the staircase and began to sneak up, determined to spy on Tommy if she could, and to fig her cunt to cream while she enjoyed the sight.

It turned out even better than she hoped.

With visions of sisterly pussy dancing in his mind and his cock thundering furiously, Tommy moved down the upstairs hallway, looking for a likely place to pump out his steaming hot scum load. He hesitated by the door to his sister's bedroom, thinking it would be fun to jerk off on her bed. Then, afraid that she might happen to come upstairs and catch him at it, he moved on, and came to his mother's bedroom!

Tommy had probably jacked off over thoughts of his mother as often as he did while thinking about his sexy sister. If incestuous thoughts about a sibling were naughty, thoughts about a mother were really wicked and depraved and so erotic that when he creamed he felt as if he was pumping his brains out along with his cum. If his sister was pert, saucy and nubile, his mother was voluptuous, curvaceous and stacked! Sometimes, covertly looking at the woman, Tommy would suddenly remember that those big tits had suckled him as an infant, that his lips had pulled and sucked on those swollen nipples and his prick would shoot straight up at the thought. He sure wished he could remember nursing, that by some magic he could become a baby again, yet retain his teenaged mind, so that he could suck on those delicious titty tips with full awareness and lust, instead of simple greed.

Now, standing at her bedroom door, he grinned. It wouldn't be the first time that the horny youth, who had come into almost every household object that was even vaguely cunt shaped, had sneaked into his mom's room to beat his meat. His grin turned into an excited grimace. He moved through the doorway – and Brenda arrived silently at the top of the staircase just in time to see her brother enter the bedroom and to see, also, how the front of his jeans bulged.