David Crane: Sister eager for more

Randolph Sumner was pouring himself a cup of coffee when he heard a car pull up and stop outside. His eyebrows lifted slightly. Randolph had just gotten up and was wearing a red velvet robe, loosely tied, showing that he was naked beneath. He moved to the window, drew the curtain aside and looked out – and smiled when he saw that it was his sister's car that had stopped. Jessica was thirty-four, a year younger than Randolph. She was married, with two teenaged kids, and Randolph was a confirmed bachelor. Although their lives had taken separate directions, Randolph and Jessica had remained good friends.

Jessica was just getting out of the car. She glanced up, saw her brother at the window, and smiled warmly. Randolph smiled back, pleased to see her. Any red-blooded man would have been pleased to see Jessica, in fact, for she was a gorgeous-looking woman, the sort that robust guys fantasized about when they were beating their meat or dreamed about – wetly. Randolph had an eye for a good figure, himself, and the fact that Jessica was his sister didn't prevent him from admiring her as a sex symbol. Far from it. Their relationship only made her more exciting to Randolph.

He watched her come up the walk, lush hips swinging saucily. Jessica had a mane of tawny amber hair that tumbled around a rather exotic face – high cheekbones, slightly tilted green eyes and a wide, sensual mouth. Her body, clad in a jade-green sheath dress at the moment, was splendid. She had large, thrusting tits, wide, curvaceous hips and a tiny waist, giving her a classic hour glass figure. Her legs were long and shapely and her ass was shaped like an inverted valentine, the firm cheeks of her ass sweeping down in a sweet curve.

He left the window and walked down the hallway, opening the front door just as Jessica mounted the steps. He held the door open and she stepped in, then he turned to lead her into the house. But Jessica halted just inside the doorway, glancing at her wristwatch.

Randolph turned back. The door was still open, her delectable form framed in the entrance.

"I'm running kind of late for work, this morning, Randy," Jessica told him.

Disappointment showed in his eyes. Randolph always looked forward to these frequent morning visits from his sister.

"No time?" he asked.

Jessica smiled bewitchingly, tossing her head in a cascade of amber curls.

"Oh, yeah – enough," she said.

And she pushed the door closed behind her. In the sudden dimness, she seemed to glow radiantly. She stood there with her back to the door, her big tits rising as she breathed more heavily than the exertion of walking from her car to his door seemed to warrant. Her green eyes gleamed impishly and her sensual lips were smiling.

Randolph was smiling as well, as he stepped back towards her, his hard, naked thighs showing through the flapping tails of his robe.

Jessica looked at her wristwatch again, frowning slightly, teasing him by pretending that maybe there wasn't enough time, after all. But Randolph knew her well enough to know when she was playing with him, and he grinned and waited, standing close in front of her, almost touching.

She was holding her arm up before her face as she regarded the watch. Then she lowered that arm and, in the same motion, reached out and slipped her hand inside the front of Randolph's robe.

Randolph groaned, pushing his lean belly forward, as his sister's hand found his bare crotch. She fondled his hairy balls, lifting them in her palm as if judging the weight of their load. Then her hand moved up and she folded her fingers around his iron-hard cockshaft.

"Ooooh, yeah," she murmured. "It won't take long to empty this, will it?"

"I was thinking about you," he said, giving his loins a jerk and shoving his cock through her fist.

Jessica squeezed his cock meat and purred when she felt it throb in her palm. She could barely span the breadth with one hand. Randolph had a huge prick, as Jessica well knew – having learned that delightful fact at an early age.

Holding his prick in one hand, she reached down with the other and untied the cord of his robe so that the flaps fell open, revealing his cock and balls. She gazed down as her hand slowly push-pulled on his cockrod, sighing softly at the sight.

His cockhead was a big slab of purple meat, shaped like a mushroom. His pisshole gaped open and a few drops of glistening pre-cum bubbled from the tip. She pumped down, cause big that enormous slab to flare out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike. She pulled back up and his foreskin rolled up over the ledge of his cock-knob, then stroked back towards his balls and skinned his cockhead again. A thick drop of pre-cum oozed from the deft and trickled sluggishly down the prick-knob, like a blob of quicksilver on a massive purple plum.

Jessica's tongue slid back and forth across her trembling lower lip.

She tilted her head, her eyes glued to his cock and balls as she stroked and fondled him. Her fist slid lightly up his cockshaft. That cockrod was long and thick, seamed up the underside by a dark, pulsing vein. The pre-cum ran down onto his cockshaft and her fist skimmed up smoothly over the slippery lubrication. She cupped his balls in one hand and stroked his prick with the other, staring down, watching his cockhead pulse.

"Jeez – you'll jack me off," he croaked.

Jessica grinned and her hand slowed down, holding his prick and squeezing, but no longer pumping. She wasn't about to risk milking him off on a hand-job, when there were so much better places for Randolph to spurt his steaming hot load of fuck-juice.

He jerked his head, gesturing down the hallway towards the bedroom.

But Jessica shook her own head in response. She was late for work already and, attractive as the idea was, had no time to undress and get into her brother's bed – that big, bachelor bed that she knew so well.

She sank gracefully to her knees before him, her tawny head level with his groin. Her green eyes crossed as she turned her gaze in upon his cockhead, watching the huge slab pulse like an inhaling lung. Her tongue slid back and forth sinuously through her moist, parted lips. Randolph moaned, feeling her warm breath waft over his prick. She glanced up at his face, her lips smiling but her eyes narrowed by passion. She raised her eyebrows questioningly, as if asking his permission.

"Yeah, Sis – suck my cock," he rasped.

He humped, pushing his prick through her hand and out towards her face.

Jessica giggled playfully and turned her head to the side, so that his flaring cockhead missed her lips and slid along her cheek. A frothy trail of pre-cum streaked her face in the wake of his dripping cock-knob.

"Ooooh – how naughty this is," she purred. "Imagine – blowing my brother on his doorstep!"

Randolph groaned, swaying from side to side. So much blood had rushed down into the building of his gigantic hard-on that he was light-headed, his fevered brain starved for oxygen. His prick towered up before her face, throbbing and pulsing, the dark vein pounding. She held his prick by the root.

She could feel the intense heat of his cock and balls drifting over her lust-contorted face, as if she were holding a red-hot crowbar to her lips. Tilting her head, she blew on his prick, as if it were a smoldering stick of kindling she was fanning to flames. Her eyes were glued on him, adoring the sight as well as the throbbing contact – and a mouthwatering sight it was, too. Jessica was drooling for that succulent hunk of cockmeat.

But she delayed, teasing her brother – and herself, for Jessica was as eager for a mouthful of cock as he was to get his hot cockmeat buried in her magic maw. Her mouth was as hot and horny as her cunt, her tongue throbbing like her clit. Jessica had loved to suck her brother off ever since they were teenagers, and she had never known which she loved most – a delicious mouthful or a thundering cuntful of his massive prick. Today, being late for work, she didn't have to make a decision.