Brad Harris - The brother lover

"I wish to hell I had a place to fuck you," he muttered through teeth which still held her tightly. "This'll just have to do."

He placed another finger in her cunt and spread and stroked and clawed at it. She rolled his skin back and forth along his prick-shaft more rapidly, squeezing the warm rod as though to milk it of its load. She felt his ass tremble as she forced him to orgasm. He was panting in her ear as she felt the hot jizz pour into her hand. Just a moment later, she felt a small orgasm come into her pussy. It would have to do, she decided, until she could get a cock in where those fingers were. She let her cunt thrill to the joy of his ecstatic fingers, pulsing with him, shaking with him.

The steward groped in his pocket for a handkerchief. Angie gook it and affectionately cleaned his steaming cock. He looked at her in awed appreciation as she leaned down and kissed his deflating dick.

"You are some sexy chick," he panted.

The cock still had some of his jizz on it. Angie kissed it again and deliberately tasted the milky substance. Gently she squeezed the now diminishing rod and smiled up at him.

"Glad to oblige," she told him. "Look me up when you're able to do the real thing."

With that she swirled through the curtain and returned to her seat. The passengers along the aisle looked at her suspiciously as she brazenly buttoned her blouse after she had returned to her seat. One step closer to being fucked, she thought, one step closer.

"Hey, Angie," the voice came through the crowd in the lounge, "over here."

She looked at the speaker in confusion for a moment, then realized it was her brother.

"Mitch!" she screamed, pushing past the other passengers and running to him. "I didn't recognize you!"

"After four years, I don't wonder," he replied, gathering her in his arms. "I sure as hell didn't recognize you. I'd never have found you except for those grey eyes. I'd never miss them."

He kissed her hard on the lips, then held her out for himself and looked her over well. Angie smiled at him and gave him a full view of projecting tits, dramatic ass, flashing legs, and seductive thighs.

She looked at her brother, his light-brown hair sparkling, his hundred eighty pounds on a six-foot-two frame, his face spread in a huge smile of approval, and leaped back into his arms. Mitch lifted her off the floor and spun about with her, holding her tightly as he turned, pressing her charms against his lean, hardened body. He put her back on the floor and took her face in his hands.

"Little sister, you have turned out to be some beautiful woman…"

Angie saw the same sparkle in his eyes that had gotten them into so much trouble as children, the same devilish glow that had led her mother to send Mitch to live with his father. She puckered her lips at him and blew hinja kiss.

"With a brother like you, I'd have to be pretty," she told him. "You sure did grow up to be a hell of a man."

She took his arm as they walked to get her baggage, thinking how Gloria would react to Mitch. Her friend, she was sure, would wet her pants at the sight of Mitchell Durham.

"Have you eaten?" Mitch asked her as they climbed into his small sports car and headed onto the freeway.

"On the plane," she said, "but if you haven't, then I'll have a cup of coffee while you eat."

He drove for thirty minutes, then wheeled the responsive little car off the highway and found a brightly lit restaurant. Angie sat watching him with adoring eyes while he ordered and ate. He ordered a drink before his meal and Angie agreed to let him get her one. He whispered that with her body he didn't think the waitress would question her age. He was right.

Her body got plenty of attention at the restaurant. Angie saw to that. She kept leaning forward to let her tits press against the soft nylon. She ignored the buttons which had worked loose and let the white skin sparkle as her globes threatened to burst completely free. Mitch attracted his share of attention as well, especially from the waitress. The girl was verging on being chubby, but had nice tits and firm thighs. Mitch winked across the table at his sister as he brushed his shoulder into the girl's boobs. While she brought his dinner and set it before him, he slipped a hand up her skirt and caressed her ass, Angie smiled sweetly and innocently at the girl when her eyes opened in surprise and shock. Later, they hugged each other on the way back to the car and laughed about the poor waitress being so flustered.

"Sis, you're still able to carry it off," Mitch beamed. "She looked at you as if to ask didn't you know what I was doing and you gave that perfect doesn't everyone smile."

"Doesn't everyone?" Angie giggled back at him. "I mean, really, doesn't everyone grab ass?"

Mitch reached over and patted her thigh. She grasped his hand before he could remove it and held it tightly against her leg. Slowly, as the car sped along the highway, she eased his hand upwards towards her pushy.

"Remember the time Mom caught us playing with each other," he laughed as his fingers pressed the thin summer skirt and stroked among her pussy hairs.

"And Dad accused her of having such a dirty mind," Angie added. "He was right. We didn't think there was anything dirty about it. We were just having fun. You had such a cute little pecker."

"It's not so cute now," Mitch commented. "In fact, it's getting positively excited."

Angie looked over at the swell in his trousers. She reached for, the lump and began to finger it. Her brother's hand closed about her pussy. She pressed her legs over the hand, holding it there while she began to unzip Mitch's pants.

"I guess that's why they couldn't make it," the blonde added. "Mom thought anything was dirty."

"And nothing is dirty for Dad," her brother continued. "Or, maybe, nothing is too dirty for Dad."

Angie reached inside his pants and began to pull her brother's swelling cock out. She petted it with both hands, turning her body so that her brother's fingers could more easily feel about her cunt.

"And Laura," Angie asked, "is she dirty?"

"Our new stepmom is one foxy chick," her brother blurted out. "Dad really did himself proud with that broad."

"Hey! Sounds like you have a crush on her, too."

"I admit the idea has crossed my mind – to get her in a crush. Especially since Dad's gone so much."

His sister stiffened at the suggestion. Not that she felt her brother owed their dad anything. Angie just didn't want to have to compete for her brother's attention. She pulled her hands from his cock and sat upright in the seat of the speeding car.

"Look, Sis," her brother protested, "I didn't say I was going to do anything. I just observed that she's an awfully tempting little cunt."

He took his hand from her cunt. Angie was afraid she had angered him with her show of jealousy. His hand came right back, though. This time it came beneath her skirt and worked its way inside her gossamer panties. She relaxed again at the feel of his finger in her pussy, slipping slowly about her clitoris. She, smiled over at him and leaned down towards his still erect prick. She held it in both hands and gently began kissing the head.

"Speaking of cunts," he said softly, "this one I have now feels awfully soft and nice."

"Good to have you there," she laughed, kissing his cock more fervently. She wondered if she and her brother would have fucked had they not become separated when she was twelve and he fourteen. Would she fuck him now? She looked down at his beautiful cock, so red and growing from her attentions. She looked up at his handsome face as he fought to concentrate on driving while his hand worked more feverishly into her cunt. Yes, she smiled, she'd fuck him. She would fuck him whenever he liked. He could stop the damn car right now and she'd fuck him in the grass beside the highway.