Brad Harris - The brother lover

She waited until the boy began to move his hand about her body once more. She waited until he had caressed closely enough, then twisted quickly and laid a pulsing tit against his palm. Jim's hand jumped in surprise at having the boob he had been staring at suddenly in his hand. He held his hand still in disbelief, then slowly rotated his palm over the tit to see if she would let him hold her there. Angie arched her jug against his hand further until he began to close over the heaving globe. She pressed her thigh more tightly against his cock and caressed about his back and down to the skin just above his trunks.

Jim felt over her tit. His fingers traced the swell of breast above the hatter. He slipped his fingers down into her cleavage. He became more courageous and reached into the halter to cup a glowing tit. Angie tongued him more passionately and twisted her tits deliriously against his now roving hand. She slipped her own hand inside the top of his trunks and stroked his ass.

Jim broke away from her kiss and suddenly plunged his face into her boobs. He kissed madly about the tits, his mouth trying to get inside the tiny halter and onto the nipples themselves. Angie lifted her shoulders from the sand and reached quickly behind her. One tug released the halter. Her tits came bounding out to face his eager kisses. His hands grasped the bouncing tits and held them tightly as his mouth began to suck on the nipples. Angie reached back into his trunks and began to work her way around to the front of the tight swim suit.

The boy suddenly broke off his play with her tits. His body tensed as he lifted his head. In the distance, Angie could hear the protestations of Bridget and the soft assurances of Mitch. She smiled in the assurance that her brother would talk the girl back down under him. She could not understand why Bridget was protesting anyway. Mitch gave a hell of a fuck. Why didn't the little brunette just enjoy it?

That was not the way Jim was comprehending the matter. He began to disengage himself from the luscious body which was beneath him. He was getting back to his feet when Angie grasped his arm and held him. She pulled him roughly back down onto her.

"You think you're going to get up and walk away now?" she demanded.

"Bridget!" he panted. "I think Bridget is getting in over her head."

"Look, Jim," Angie told him. "Mitch can look after her. Trust me, he won't do anything against her will. If she doesn't want him to kiss her, then he won't. She'll probably decide that she really wants to, though. Now, will you give me your attention?"

She knew that kissing wasn't the issue on the other side of the dune. Mitch had probably already gotten her tits out and she began to be frightened when he got his hand on her pussy. No need to tell Jim all that, however. No need to jeopardize the fuck she planned to get from the boy.

"I hope you're right," he told her, the expression of concern still on his face.

"I know my brother," Angie assured him, then pulled his face back to hers and renewed the kiss.

This time it did not take her so long to get his hands on her tits. He was not so reluctant to begin kissing and sucking on her jugs. Angie got her hands back into his trunks and slipped them around to the front. She struggled to reach inside the tight knit and locate his cock, but without success. She could not reach far enough until she rolled slightly to the side. Then her hand slipped easily in and found the cock and balls firmly held in the webbing of his jock. She lifted her hand and fingered inside the strap and down through a lush growth of hair. Finally she got her hands on his prick.

Jim jumped again as her fingers closed about his cock. He had never had a girl play with his cock before! Hell, until this afternoon, he'd never kissed a naked tit, either. He had played with a few through a blouse or sweater, but he'd never had tits right out in his hand before. He'd never dreamed they could be as exciting as Angie's, either. His cock was throbbing from her play with him. He sucked more violently at her tit and reached his hands down to feel inside the tiny bikini she wore.

It was no trouble at all for him to reach inside. As his hand pressed along the top of the low-slung bottoms, the bikini slid down and exposed her cunt to his exploration. His hand was trembling as he fingered about the delicate mouth of her pussy. He rubbed over the soft flesh and suddenly found his finger entering her pussy-hole. She was moist in there. He moved his finger tenderly, then more bravely as she captured his hand between her thighs.

Angie held his hand tightly against her cunt. She lay one of hem over it and caressed it about madly. She had realized that Jim was learning what to do. The boy had never fucked before. The little blonde was ecstatic over the thought. She was his first fuck! This was the first pussy he'd ever gotten. She wanted to give him a hell of a good piece. If she was to initiate him, she wanted to do it right. If he could stop thinking about his sister, then she would be able to teach him how to fuck.

As his hand learned how to stroke her cunt, she slowly slipped his trunks down. She shoved them as far as her hands could reach, then began to pull the jock down with them. His cock leaped out into her hands as it came free of the binding mesh of the jock. It whipped upright for her to grasp the shaft and begin to pump the skin about. Jim's cock was not as large as her brother's, certainly not as large as Joe's. It mattered very little to the passion-maddened girl. She wandered idly if that could be from lack of use. Then she turned her attention to bringing the prick to throbbing demand.

"Please!" she heard Bridget pleading in the distance. Damn! She could have strangled the tiny brunette. She released the cock and grasped Jim about the shoulders, holding him against her body.

"Take it easy!" she told him. "She didn't call for help. She didn't call your name. She knows that she'd only have to call you. Let them play their own games. Forget them. Why worry if they pet a little? You are fixing to fuck me, aren't you?"

Jim Warren looked down at her in shock. She was so matter of fact about it. He had not intended to screw her. He had only tried to see how far he could go with her. That's the way he always did it. He kept going until the girl told him he'd gone far enough. This beautiful little blonde was not going to stop him. She was going to let him do it all. She was going to let him fuck her! Hell, she wanted him to fuck her! His cock throbbed at the delicious thought. Angie had as cute an ass as he'd ever seen. She had these great tits. She was soft and beautiful. She was waiting for him to screw her. He swallowed the dry lump in his throat and looked down at her heaving, panting tits.

Angie slipped her bottoms down her legs and kicked them off. She struggled with Jim's trunks until he realized that she wanted him to finish removing them. He raised back from her and got his legs untangled from trunks and jock, then looked back down at the nude girl who waited, smiling at him. His cock pulsed more passionately at the view of her pussy. He looked at the pink lips which shone through her light hairs. He looked at her tits standing out against her chest, red from the treatment his mouth had given them. He looked at the slightly parted lips and the hint of moisture on them. He looked at her sparkling blonde hair cascading over the sand. He met her eyes and accepted their invitation.

Jim came back upon her roughly. He grasped at her tits and shoved his cock about her thighs and groin, trying to find the mouth of her pussy. Angie took the prick in her hands and brought it against her, cunt. She eased it inside the throbbing lips and let it find the soft warmth of her cunt-hole. The boy hunched it into her twat and pulled more violently at her tits. Angie wrapped her legs about him and pulled his lips back to hers.