Jeff Collins: Swinging sister

"Oh, Don,not so hard… don't bite my tits so hard!"

Sherry's new husband giggled. "I want to do everything, Mrs. Marshall. That's why I waited until our wedding night!"

True, Sherry thought, they had waited until they were married.

And that was probably the oddest thing that had ever happened to Sherry.

She had realized in her senior year of high school that she wanted adventure and lots of sex before she settled down. That was what had made her apply for a job as flight attendant for Global Airlines. She would see exotic places, make a good salary and meet handsome men.

Five years of flying gave Sherry her fill of it. Not that she hadn't enjoyed it all – she had. But Sherry was a rational, intelligent girl, who planned her life very carefully.

So, after five years of flying, it was time to settle down. She looked around and finally found Don Marshall. He was perfect – handsome, thirty-years-old, and an up-and-coming young attorney with political ambitions.

She dated him, between flights, for six months. During that time, attentive and charming though he was, he never laid a hand on her, no matter how hard she tried to get him into bed.

"Save it, honey," he had told her so often. "Everything's better when it's preceded by anticipation!"

So Sherry saved it. She even stopped fucking her flight crews and the men she met on trips.

And that morning they had been married.

And this night, Sherry had six months of no sex stored up in her pussy. She planned on getting it all out in one night!

Sherry rolled her tits against her new husband and her nipples grew hard against his flesh. Under the sheet, he ran his hand, down her back and over the bulges of her asscheeks. He stroked and patted them through the panties which matched her shortie gown.

"Mmmmm," she purred. "I like that."

Her own hand snaked down to find his cock, which she clutched and began to stroke hotly. It stiffened. God, what a stud he was! Maybe he had been right. Maybe waiting for it had been a smart thing.

Sherry chuckled to herself. Sherry, once she had decided that she was ready, had never waited for it.

Not even when the only available cock had been her own brother.

Sherry had caught her brother Ken fucking her best friend that afternoon. It had made up the young girl's mind – if Ken was getting it, she should be getting it, too. And the logical person to get it from was Ken himself!

Ken was sitting up in bed, reading a magazine, that night when Sherry walked into his room and sat on the side of his bed. She wore cotton pajamas that were tight across the front of her budding tits.

"Ken, we've got to talk something over."

"Yeah?" her brother replied, still keeping his nose buried in the magazine.

"Dad and Mom won't be back until very late tonight," she purred.

"Yeah, I know. So what?" He put aside his magazine.

"Do you remember all those games we used to play? When we were younger? You remember… Doctor, Nurse?"

Ken's face reddened. This blush ran clear down across his naked chest.

"Yeah, I remember. Jeez, Sherry, why do you have to bring that up? You better go back to your own room."

"Why can't I stay here, Ken? Who's gonna know?"

Ken felt his dick begin to rise beneath the sheets. His heart was palpitating and there was a lump in his throat. "Why should you want to stay here?"

Sherry smiled. "Because, silly, I get a little lonely, too." Her voice took on a little-girl tone. "Those were fun games, Ken. But we always stopped before anything really happened!"

He chuckled slightly. "That was a long time ago, Sherry. Then we didn't know what was supposed to happen!"

"I didn't have any tits then." Her words shocked him. Ken had never heard his sister be quite so blunt. "It couldn't, have been much fun for you then… but I've got tits now! I've grown since then! Wanna see?"

The lump in Ken's throat got bigger and he could feel his cock getting harder and harder as she talked. He wanted to shake his head no, and tell his sister to go back to her room. But, instead, he slowly nodded.

Slowly, deliberately, Sherry started to undo the buttons on her pajama top. Ken waited with bated breath, breathing heavily, as her fingers moved.

Would she? Or was she going to tease him. He'd been teased by a lot of girls. He never thought he would be teased by his sister, let alone go any further than mere teasing.

Suddenly the top was unbuttoned. Her young hands pulled the pajamas apart, revealing full, pointy tits. They were crisply white, with hard, pink nipples. Ken was sure he'd never seen such a beautiful pair of jugs in his entire life. His breathing became more labored as she leaned toward him.

"Want to touch them, Ken? Want to touch your sister's titties?"

His prick was on fire now and his voice was husky as he answered, "It's wrong, Sherry!"

"I didn't ask you that," Sherry said. "I said, do you want to touch them?"

"Yes."

"Then it's not wrong," she smiled, leaning even closer until her perfectly formed, conical tits with their pointy ends were nearly in his face.

Ken reached out a tentative hand and felt one luscious mound. It was soft yet firm, and the nipple was hard, tickling his palm as he stroked it.

A soft moan escaped Sherry's full lips.

"Does that… does that bother you?" Ken stammered.

She nodded her head slightly. "Oh, yes."

His hand closed harder over her tit and he felt her nipple throb against his palm. His cock began to stiffen, to throb and pulsate.

Sherry reached down and felt the bulge in his pajama pants. She searched for the opening, dipped in and found the hardened flesh.

"We shouldn't… do this," Ken gasped. "It's wrong." Her fingers were exciting him almost beyond endurance.

"Why is it wrong?"

"You're… you're my sister!"

"Don't you like playing with my titties? Doesn't it feel nice?"

"Yes," he admitted. "It feels wonderful."

"And don't you like my hand on your dick?" she smiled, giving his flesh an extra squeeze.

"Yes," he groaned.

Sherry jumped up, and for a few dreadful seconds, he believed she was going to run off, but she quickly shed her pajamas. He stared at her stark-naked body. Her thighs were now a woman's thighs, and her tits, still girlish, were growing into a woman's rounded bosom. The triangle of hair over her pussy was thick, but it didn't conceal the outer lips of her cunt.

Naked, Sherry crawled back into the bed and took off his pajamas. She caressed his chest, his nipples, his flat belly, his thighs – and then she paused at his prick. She cupped the balls.

"Never saw it so close before." There was wonder in her voice. "You have more hair than I do. You even have hair on your belly." Then she lowered her head and planted a kiss on the head of his cock.

His dick jerked as he felt the pressure from her lips. He hadn't expected this from her; he hadn't expected anything. How much did she know? He suspected she knew much mote than he did.

Sherry smiled up at him. "We're both naked, and we're alone, Ken. We don't have to pretend any more. I want to get fucked, brother, dear! And don't tell me I'm too young. If my pussy can get this wet and your prick can get this hard, then we're old enough to fuck! I've been finger-fucked plenty, and now I want the real thing!"

Was it the last shred of decency that made him cry out? He didn't know. He was too young to figure it out, to rationalize. But he did cry out. "But why me? I'm your brother!"

"Yes," Sherry hissed, her eyes dancing wildly, almost crazily. "You're my brother and I want you. I don't know why and I don't care. We have the opportunity… right here and right now… and we're going to take advantage of it!"