Brad Harris - The brother lover

"I'd sure like to stick my cock in that."

Angie sat up quickly at her brother's remark. She looked over at him where he sat beside her at the bench. Mitch was watching a boy and girl who had just passed them. The brilliant red bikini emphasized the round little ass of the girl. Her lustrous black hair fell down over her shoulders.

Long, tanned legs carried her swinging rump along beside the tall, bronzed boy beside her. His hair had the same glowing sheen. The little blonde watched him, watched the muscles of his legs ripple as he walked.

"Mmmm," she teased back, "I'll go along on that. You screw her while I fuck the gorgeous cock she's with."

"How do you know his cock is gorgeous?" Mitch wanted to know.

"Just a feeling I get," Angie answered, then lay back down in the sand.

"Hey!" her brother called, tugging at her arm. "If you're game, let's go meet them."

"Mitch, where are you going to fuck her?" Angie asked, indicating the beach and the bathers scattered along the sparkling sand. "You think you can just spread her legs right out here and ball away?"

"I'll take her back over the dunes," her brother insisted. "Hell, there's plenty of places you can go to screw out here."

Her brother was right, Angie reflected. It wasn't like this was that public a beach. With few resorts and no nearby cities, this stretch of beach never had more than a dozen people scattered along each mile of it. A few cottages had been built behind the dunes, but it would be easy to find a secluded spot. The blonde felt excited at the possibility. She had never fucked out in the open. She watched the couple as they walked to the water and stood, letting the waves crash about their feet. Yes, she was sure the boy would have a nice piece of meat.

"You think we could pull them apart?" she asked, her eyes brightening at the possibility. "After all, they'd probably rather screw each other. They could even be married, you know."

"You are stupid," Mitch laughed at her. "It would be easier if they were married. I'll lay you odds they're brother and sister. Look at their hair. Has to be from the same family to look so much alike."

Angie looked at the two and felt her brother might be right. Hell, it wouldn't hurt to try. She hopped up and grasped her brother's hand to pull him to his feet. Their eyes met in a conspiratorial twinkle. They joined hands and ran across the beach and into the water just beside the dark-haired pair.

"Hi!" Mitch greeted them after they plunged into one wave and let it wash them back at the feet of their prey.

The black-haired girl smiled up at him. She eyed his broad chest and lush brown hair and smiled more brilliantly. Angie felt the boy's eyes burning against her tits. She had borrowed Laura's tiny bikini and her tits swelled delightfully over the skimpy wisp of cloth. She smiled brilliantly up into his deep-brown eyes and posed her body to give him a better view.

"Mitch and Angie Durham," her brother introduced them. He eyed the slender girl in front of him. She was tiny, but her huge brown eyes sparkled up at him. Her tits were small, but thrust upward to indicate they were firm. Her waist was the tiniest he'd ever seen. No wonder her ass looked so delicious when she passed. The boy saw the interest and approval in her eyes. She would be a good fuck. Just let Angie get the boy occupied and he'd get a piece of this little pussy. He'd ball that round little ass right off her!

"Bridget," the girl said in a soft voice, her eyes welcoming his greeting.

"Jim," her brother added, introducing himself to the two, "Jim and Bridget Warren."

"Your sister?" Angie asked, nodding towards the girl. She wanted to get this straight at the start. The blonde had no objection to fucking with a swinging husband, but she was too inexperienced to fuck in front of his wife without feeling ill at ease. Relief flooded over her as he nodded. She took his arm and cuddled her tits against it as she walked along the beach with him. First step was accomplished. Now, to get him behind the dunes and in her cunt.

The first part was easy. Jim was easily led off the beach. He walked with his arm about her shoulder and her firm tit crushed against his body. Her hips slid against his leg as they walked. Angie kept her eyes on his groin as she let him feel her body. She watched for the first sign of a swollen cock. The bulge in his swim shorts was prominent, but it had been just as large when they first met.

The girl suddenly remembered watching her brother put his cock in a jock as they were slipping into their suits. Damn! She wouldn't be able to tell very much if Jim had his pecker strapped down in one of those. She looked up into his eyes and caught him staring at her tits, especially the one which was pressed against him. His eyes were on the huge swell of tit above the halter and on the deep cleavage made by the boob pressing against him.

As they got into the dunes, she turned in his arms. Jim pulled her against him roughly and covered her lips with his. She felt his body twist against her to get the full feeling of her thrusting tits. The little blonde slipped a bare leg inside his thigh and pressed into his groin. Jim's hands roamed over her back and down to caress her ass.

In the distance she could hear the deep sound of Mitch's voice and an occasional laugh by the diminutive brunette. She felt Jim stiffen and pull his lips from hers. He looked around as though he wanted to locate his sister. Angie reached up and took his face in both hands.

"You're with me – or do you want to go play with your sister?" she demanded.

"I'd better keep an eye on her," he explained. He turned away and took a step towards the voices coming around the dune.

Angie thrust her tits out in his face as he turned. She spun around and gave him a dramatic jut of rump. Then she walked over and sat down angrily.

"Go ahead!" she commanded him. "Maybe you want her to keep an eye on you. Maybe you want her to protect you from me. After all, I might rape you here in the dunes."

Jim walked over to her. He stood above her, looking down into her dramatic cleavage. Angie's thighs were softly inviting. Even standing above her he could not miss the sharp thrust of her ass and hips. Her angry breathing accented the tits, threatening to push them completely out of the halter. The boy hesitated, then knelt beside her in the sand.

"You think they'll be all right?" he asked the blonde.

Angie pulled him to her. She snuggled against him and let her tits mash into his chest. She stretched her legs luxuriously before him and laid her head on his shoulder.

"I think they can look after themselves," she answered in a breathy voice. "I just wonder if you can look after me."

The dark-haired boy pressed his lips against hers. He kissed shyly until Angie opened his lips and taunted his tongue with hers. He ran his hands about her satin skin. He caressed her tenderly across the narrow back and felt gingerly about her ass. Angie wrapped her arms about his shoulders and neck as she crushed herself against him. Her mouth drew his timid tongue into its passionate depths. She moved her legs against him and pressed her knees about his crotch. Finally she pulled him back onto the sand, atop her body. She twisted sensuously beneath film.

The sand stung against her skin. The blonde cursed having left the beach towel out on the hard packed sand of the beach. She sure as hell could use it here. Still, the sand was not her greatest problem. The reluctant lover in her arms was a more formidable challenge. He was kissing her more passionately, but his hands had yet to even try to get at her tits. She lifted a leg between his and brought her thigh up against his cock. Slowly she moved her leg against him, caressing the tightly jocked prick with the soft invitation of her thigh.