Brad Harris: The brother lover

Angie could hear him breathing in the shadows. And she twirled to the music, clad only in her skin-tight dance outfit, she felt the desire rise in him. She moved her body now in a slow, sensuous movement to let him see the symmetry of her long, slender legs. She bent her knee and pulled it slowly, slowly, up to her tits, then wiggled her ass demurely and kicked the leg straight up above her head.

The lithe blonde girl turned her back to him and slowly rotated her hips to the music of the stereo, giving him a good look at the firmness of her thighs and the pert excitement of her ass. All the girls admitted she had the most provocative ass in school. She arched her back to let it stick out more invitingly and slowly danced backward to where he hid in the shadows.

She felt the swelling of his cock, his giant cock which strained against its confinement. She heard him catch his breath at the spinning ass-cheeks thrust teasingly in his face. She heard him shuffle his feet as he fought to remain hidden, as he struggled not to rush out and grasp her, pulling her into the shadows with him.

She twirled away momentarily and turned sideways, lifting her arms, thrusting her tits into the air, giving him a full side view of her delicious little body. Angie knew she was exciting. She had no lack of male attention on those Wednesday afternoons she and the other girls were allowed to go into town for shopping. Less than twenty whistles meant a bad day. Truck drivers blowing horns and beating on the sides of their cabs in appreciation especially excited, her.

Angie bounced on her toes, letting her tits bounce saucily for her hidden observer. She was proud of those tits. It had seemed as though she'd never have anything about her waist. She'd always had a cute rump and good, straight legs. But she had about given up hope on having tits. Then, all of a sudden, there they were! Man! There they were! They just erupted out of her chest since school this fall. She started out flat and ended up with a pair of 36's. Put those C-cups on a one-hundred-fifteen-pound body, above a twenty two-inch waist and thirty-four-hips, decorate a five-foot-four blonde bombshell with them, and you had the reason the man in the shadows was pulling his cock out of his pants.

Angie debated slipping the tights and knit top off to let him see more, then decided to wait. Besides, it would be more exciting to have him tear them off her. She shivered at the thought of his hot hands ripping the soft material, of his eager mouth kissing her trembling body.

Angie slowed her dance as the mood of the music changed. She moved with even more sensuous ease about the floor. Her hands came up over her hips, caressing and stroking her lean, lithe body. She moved them up and around her boobs. Lovingly, she fingered the breathtaking curves of her tits. Slowly she pulled them out forward, then pressed them together as she turned to face the figure hidden in the shadows. She danced slowly for a minute, undulating her hips, fondling her tits for his benefit.

As the music returned to its more rapid tempo, she swung away from him and tauntingly twisted her delicious body about the room. She heard the pant in his breathing she had left behind. She felt the slow motions as he pumped his cock, readying it for her.

Her cunt was wet, now. Her cunt-juice had been flowing for some time. Little electric sparks of delight were already pulsing through her twat. She whirled back to face her visitor, this time thrusting her pussy at him, the lips of her cunt obscenely outlined against her tights. Angie's hands slowly stroked about her cunt as her hips revolved rapidly to the music.

She slipped a finger between her cunt-lips and drew it suggestively back and forth. Her body leaped into flame at the touch against her clit. She pulled her upper arms inward, forcing her boobs forward again. Her breathing came in irregular pants as she anticipated his finger doing this to her, as she knew his cock would be doing shortly.

She spun again, spinning before him, giving him a rapid kaleidoscope of ass and tit and whirling blonde hair. She leaped into the air, turned and came down with her back to him, her legs spread. Keeping her hips swinging to the music, she bent over, giving him a good view of her ass. Let, him know that her ass was made to hold a man, that her hips were perfect for receiving the plunging desires of a male.

She began to ease back toward him, whirling her luscious butt-cheeks before him. Her body was trembling in anticipation, throbbing to the music, pulsing with desire. She danced backward until she could feel the touch of his gigantic cock against her fiery ass.

Angie slowed her movements, sensuously slipping herself backward against him. His hands touched her hips. He held her firmly against the warmth of his swollen prick. He was moving now, rubbing his hardened prick against the velvet softness of her ass. His fingers came around her hips and explored the flatness of her tummy. They pressed tightly against her skin as they moved downward and stroked along her thigh before one great hand covered her drooling cunt.

His hot breath was on her neck. Her ears caught the force of his passionate breathing. He pulled her against himself tightly, demandingly. His lips were at her neck, kissing her along her shoulders, about the neck. He kept hold of her pussy with one hand while the other came upward along her tummy and cupped under one lit. He held the marvelous globe tenderly for a moment, then grasped it firmly, brutally. His thumb flipped across the nipple, creating hot flashes of ecstasy in the young girl.

"Fabulous," his hoarse voice panted in her ear. "You are just fabulous."

Angie was limp in his arms. Her body was no longer her own. It belonged to those strong hands which held it, those powerful hands which were caressing it into such an explosion of desire. His finger pressed between the lips of her cunt, forcing the cloth of her tights against her clit, into her pussy. He stoked through the tights, rubbing her clit until she wanted to scream. She felt the saliva drip at the corners of her mouth as her cunt-juice began to pour about the taunting finger.

His other hand played about her tits, pressing them together, alternately cuddling one, then the other. He caught one nipple on his thumb, the other on a finger and rotated them as his hand was revolving her trembling clitoris. Angie was no longer standing on her own strength. Her legs were all buttery. She would have sunk to the floor except for the strength with which he held her.

His teeth pinched slowly, deliciously, at the tender skin of her neck. She felt the blood rush as the pain only heightened her passion. She slipped a hand behind her and forced it between her ass and his leg. She reached until she found the sudden shock of touching his skin. Her breath caught at the excitement of having her fingers about his cock. She felt it leap at the thrill of her touch. She closed her hand about the giant cock-shaft, glowing with its pulsing heat.

"So big," she whispered, gripping it more tightly. "So big and warm."

"Big enough to stretch your little pussy until it screams in joy," his deep voice laughed in her ear. "Hot enough to keep you warm for a month just thinking about it."

His hand left her cunt and began to slip her tights down over her waist. Her ass, now bare, could feel the heat of his trembling prick. She held it against the crack of her ass, rubbing herself along it, trembling in anticipation. The tights slipped lower. She managed to wriggle free of them without taking her hand off the wondrous cock. His hands were slipping beneath her top and finding the full satin softness of her tits. His hands felt rough, demanding, as they buried themselves into the spongy tits.