Jeff Collins: Swinging sister

Ken threw back his head and laughed. "No shit?"

"I not only fucked him, we did it in the same bed with Don while he was asleep!"

Her brother's laughter went up an octave. "Sis, you're something else! But then, I guess we both are. It seems we're both alike."

"Yeah," Sherry nodded, "I guess we are."

She began studying her brother with a keener eye. He was so handsome and virile. He, as a boy, had been more of a man than her husband. Her tits began to swell with passion in her bra as she remembered all the times she and her brother had made it together when they were kids.

Yes, she thought, Ken had, probably been the best lover she had ever had.

And that was saying a lot.

It was as if there were some outside source controlling both her mind and her body as Sherry set her glass down and stood up. She walked to the bed where her brother, naked to the waist, sat staring at her.

Sherry stopped directly in front of him.

Ken's face was crotch-high and his eyes were boring into the puffy mound that her thick cunt fur made in the front of her tight skirt.

"Do you remember when we were kids? How we used to make it together?" she whispered.

"Do I? How could I ever forget it!" he replied, letting his eyes drift up to meet his sister's.

The woman who stared back at him reeked with sex, as glaring and bold as a neon sign. From her smoldering green eyes to her ripe creamy tits, half-exposed from the unbuttoned top of her blouse, to her plump hips to her generous thighs and long, stunning legs.

Sherry was the embodiment of pure sex.

Suddenly, Sherry gathered her skirt in her hands and pulled it clear up to her waist. Her russet pussy gleamed at her brother through the thin, filmy nylon of her panties.

"Do you remember this?"

Ken could only gurgle, his body shaking as his tongue came out to wet his dry lips.

"Does my pussy still do the things for you that it used to, Ken?"

He didn't answer her with words. Instead, he stood, undid his belt and his zipper. He sat back down on the bed as his pants dropped to his ankles. His huge cock – the cock that had given Sherry so much pleasure in the past was like a long ten-inch-thick spear sticking up from his groin-hair.

Sherry couldn't help it, she had to laugh. "Jesus, you must still be hot far me!"

"Oh, believe me, Sis… I've never stopped being hot for you."

Sherry took a few steps backward from him and began removing all her clothes, a piece at a time, carefully building with each piece of discarded garment, the throbbing of his hard dick. By the time she was stark naked, they were both more than ready for sex.

And then Ken was seeing her as he had seen her before. Suddenly, Sherry was no longer his sister – she was a beautiful, redheaded piece of ass, waiting and wanting his hard cock. He kept staring at her body – her beautiful face, her large ripe tits, and the auburn hair at the junction of her hips.

He got up off the bed and walked to a spot in front of her. He dropped to his knees and placed his face squarely into the damp fur between her legs. The odor of pussy-juice assailed his nostrils and he began to eat her while she was standing.

Sherry moaned and pushed her pelvis forward, giving him better access to her cunt with his tongue. She began to squeeze her tits with one hand and run her fingers through his hair with the other.

"Ohhh, eat me, Ken. Just crawl right in there and go for it!"

Ken was totally mesmerized by the gleaming pink lips of her gorgeous pussy. Even as he knelt and lowered his head between her thighs, he told himself that he had to break the hold that his crazy sister had over his cock. But even as his head parted Sherry's thighs, he knew he was hooked. He knew they were both hooked. Pay was lost to him and Sherry's husband was lost to her. That left them with each other.

And, somehow, Ken knew that it was always meant to be.

Then his tongue was licking her flesh until it shone. Around and around her thighs he roamed, and then back up to her pussy. The hard red tip of his tongue parted her slit and she could feel the heat of his saliva dribbling into her crack.

"Oh, God!" Sherry cried, when his tongue drove into her wet hole and his upper lip mashed against her clit. Up and down, around and around went his tongue inside her.

His head moved back up across her belly while his hand continued to gently caress her pussy. She was squirming with sexual heat and her cunt was overflowing with steaming juices. Hands and tongue were all over her, assaulting her body with a sensual force that was getting her hotter and hotter.

Ken took his mouth from her tit and kissed her, ramming his tongue into her mouth hungrily. At the same time, he finger-fucked her, making her ass wiggle in response. Her clit rose to his touch and pulsated with lust.

She moaned out her need and wrapped her arms around his neck. She held onto him tightly, their open mouths grinding together.

Ken pulled his head back slightly. "Jesus, you're a bitch… a cock-hungry, ball-busting bitch."

"I know it, lover. And I know you dig it. Now get me off!"

Back down across her belly went his face and that hot, darting tongue that seemed to never get dry. His head was between her thighs, the tongue licking their sticky wetness. Then he mashed the lips of his mouth against the lips of her cunt and his tongue slithered into the slit and up her fuck-hole.

Then Sherry was pushing his head away from her gyrating cunt. Ken rolled his head up until his eyes met hers. His chin still caressed her cunt-lips and her hard clit between them.

"Now?"

"Yes, you darling fucker! Yes, my great big fucking brother! Come on, let's fuck!"

Ken swept his sister from her feet, carrying her to the bed. He gently deposited her as her body shuddered with anticipation.

"God, Ken, why did we ever stop fucking each other?"

"I dunno, Sis. But I know we're gonna rectify it… right now!"

He dropped his hand to her knee and moved it upward, between her smooth, silky thighs, until it came to rest at the top of her hairy slit. His fingers found their way between the wiry hair and her oozing cunt-lips.

Sherry shivered at his touch. She felt her clit stiffening under a massaging thumb while his finger ran along the moist, warm slit. She reached down and fondled the long, hard line of his throbbing prick.

"I want your cock," she cooed, rolling over to face him.

Her voice was husky with wanting. Her fingers slowly massaged the heavy foreskin back and forth over the jerking cock-head. She could sense the blood throbbing vigorously into his large, expanded prick-tip. Droplets of thick white cum had already begun to seep from the tip, smearing wetly against her delicate fingers.

She lay beside him and they kissed, a lingering, tongue-clashing kiss that said it all. They were flesh against flesh and their tongues told each other what they wanted.

"You're so hard," she moaned. "You're hard as a fucking rock."

"I'm hard for you, Sis… for you," Ken breathed.

She moaned softly, feeling his prick come alive in her hand.

"Good… that feels good," he groaned, cupping and kneading her fleshy tits.

"I want you," she gasped. "I want to feel all of this pounding prick inside me, tearing me apart!"

Her voice trembled and grew fainter as she moved down his body. For a brief moment, she hesitated at his crotch. Ken's body stiffened, then relaxed to the sudden surrounding of her warm, pouting lips and darting, caressing tongue. The skin on his prick tightened. He opened his legs, his hard cock pointing upward. She felt his hands on the back of her head. Then he leaned over her, caressed her hair, her neck, her armpits. He ran his fingers along her smooth bare back.

"Oh, God, honey," he gasped. "Be careful. I'll come in your mouth!"