Brad Harris - The brother lover

"Fuck her!" she cried, urging Mitch to greater effort. "Fuck your sister harder. She's feeling it, Mitch. She's feeling that cock plow into her pussy. Can't you feel her cunt hugging that meat? Don't you feel the way her tits swell against your mouth? Your sister wants more of you. Fuck deeper and harder."

Angie twisted wildly in her arms, hunching herself at her brother and arching her tits against his face. She responded to the taunts of the brunette with delicious wriggles of her ass beneath his steaming fuck. She sucked his cock with her pussy. She taunted him with her tits. She captured his ass and drove it to further exertions with her legs. She began to shake uncontrollably as her orgasm tore through her body. She gasped and groaned and twisted and hunched in the blinding passion.

"There she is!" Laura screamed as her own body shared the exploding sensation of orgasm. "She's there now, Mitch. Don't leave your sister alone. Get yours, too! Get yours, sweet boy! Get all that pussy!"

The brunette clenched her teeth in the wild elation of seeing Mitch shake with his climax. She hung to the pulsing bodies in her arms and shared their joy with them. She held them tightly until their bodies began to calm. Then she looked up and saw the figure standing silently in the doorway.

Angie heard Laura gasp in surprise. She felt the woman's body tense beneath her. She looked over and saw the tall figure watching them. It took her a moment to get far enough away from her orgasm to focus her eyes dearly. Even then, she did not at first recognize him. Suddenly she realized the identity of their audience. She realized it and froze in terror with Laura.

"Dad!" she gasped in honor.

"How long have you been there?" Laura asked in a quiet voice.

"Long enough," his deep voice replied. He looked at his two children. "Go to your rooms and remain there. I'll be down to speak with each of you presently."

"Look, Dad," Mitch told him, standing as though to protect Laura, "This was my idea. I need to take it out on Laura. Any anger you have, take it out on me."

Durham swept him aside with a single wave of his hand. He turned to the children and pointed to the door.

"Go," he commanded sternly, "to your rooms, as I ordered. I will not hurt Laura. I promise you that. I do have some words for her, though, words for her in private."

The teen-agers looked at their stepmother, who smiled at them and nodded for them to obey. They stepped into the hall and held each other, then ran to their rooms. Each was determined that no harm had better come to the lovely brunette stepmother they had come to love.

Angie Durham sat on her bed awaiting her father's entrance. Her feelings encompassed a mixture of anger at his possible treatment of his new wife and fear of having to return to the frigid care of her mother. Damn it all, anyway! He should have let them know he was coming home. She and Mitch would never have gone to Laura's room if there had been any hint of their father returning.

The summer had begun so deliciously. She had met her promise to herself. The little blonde gasped at the realization of how far she had advanced from the anxious teen-ager yearning to lose her cherry. She had come a hell of a long way. No matter what her father did with her, she had no intention of returning to the past. She liked to fuck. Damn it, she would keep on fucking. One way or another she would keep her ass on the ground and her cunt opened to some hot prick.

She stormed up from the bed and went to her bath for a shower. The warm water flowing about her body sewed to support her conviction. She was a passionate young woman. She responded to touch. She thrilled to a man's touch. She trembled under a woman's touch. She even shivered in delight from the touch of water running over her satin skin. She was made for fucking. Her dad had better understand that. He could send her back to Mom, but he could never stop her from fucking any chance she got. No way!

Angie toweled and slipped into a light robe. She decided she'd better play things a little bit coyly, though. Her dad just might be lenient if she appeared to be soft and fluffy – his sweet, innocent little Angie. The blonde ran to her dresser and brushed her hair rapidly until it sparkled in the soft light. She changed her robe for a baby-doll gown with ruffled bikini panties. The minor flashed her reflection back at her. Angie posed her body before the mirror. She practiced facial expressions, attempting to find one that would be sure to melt her father's anger. Disgusted at her failure, she flung herself on the bed and beat at the pillows in frustration.

It had not been the reunion with her father she would have preferred after four years without seeing him. The girl cursed herself for not immediately overcoming her fear at being discovered. She should have rushed to his arms and shown him how happy she was to have him back at home. She'd blown it! She had been more concerned about Laura and Mitch and herself than she had been about her dad.

She did not hear him enter her room. She was still lying face down, her ass temptingly thrust upward, her luscious thighs revealed all the way to her ruffled panties, when he walked quietly into the room and stood looking down at his lovely young daughter. Graham Durham cleared his throat and watched the girl jump in surprise. She spun about quickly, her gown flipping upward to reveal the firm round ass and then the deep, sensuous V of her crotch.

Angie missed another opportunity to welcome him home. She was caught off guard and again reacted in fear more than in delight. She sat up, but watched him through eyes wide in apprehension. Her tits heaved in tenor against the gossamer material of her gown. The nipples pressed madly into the sheer gauze as she waited for his scolding to begin.

"I've been hearing some disturbing news about you, Angie," he began in a gruff voice. "I can imagine how such a report would affect your mother."

Angie swallowed the dryness in her throat and stared at him. Mom would send her to a convent or worse for only a fraction of what she had been doing. She hung her head in sorrow at what she assumed to be the inevitable outcome of this conversation.

"Do you think I should return you to her?" he asked.

Angie looked up at him. Fight it as she might, she could not prevent the tears from coming to her eyes. She could not refrain them from streaming down her face. She wanted to rush to him and plead, yet her pride would not allow such a display. So she sat and wept at the thought of being returned to a mother who had no comprehension of her sexual needs.

"Enough of that!" her dad insisted firmly. "You asked if you thought I should. I didn't say I was planning to."

She looked up quickly in disbelief. Her tits pounded against the gown. Her deep, quick breath accented their roundness and firmness.

"That," Graham continued, "is the last thing I'd think of doing."

The little blonde leaped from the bed and caught her father about the neck. She covered his face with her passionate kisses. She pressed her body against him and clung wildly to his chest and shoulders. He slowly extricated himself from her and held her at arm's length.

"However," he continued with his voice resuming its stem tone, "I feel that some form of discipline is in order. You know I've always felt that discipline should be quick and sure. It should never be prolonged. I haven't been with you for so many years, that I don't want our summer together marred by your being under any disciplinary restrictions. So, I hope you understand why I'm going to punish you in this way. I agree it's normally reserved for much younger children. Nevertheless, just now I can think of no better."

He sat down on her bed and pulled her to him by her hand. Angie numbly let him lay her across his legs and pull her panties down to her knees. She could hardly believe he was going to spank her! Her first reaction was to resist. Who the hell did he think he was? She didn't have to put up with this sort of treatment. She'd scratch his eyes out if he tried to lay a hand on her. She began to twist free, planning to resist his punishment. Suddenly Angie caught herself. This might be demeaning, even humiliating. Still, it was better than being bundled back, to Mom. As long as he didn't beat her too harshly she would put up with it this once. At least she'd be able to remain here with Mitch and Laura.