Robert Vickers: Summer in bondage

Summer wrapped the flimsy negligee around her trim, eighteen-year-old body. She seemed to flaw like mist through the darkened house. It hadn't been an hour since she sneaked in late from her date with Mike. They hadn't been interested in the time, not while they were screwing each other's brains out in the back seat of Mike's car. Summer had been afraid her father might be home and give her hell for being out so late.

She'd lucked out. Only Bill, her older brother, was home.

The teenager wondered why Bill was still up. She could hear him fiddling around in his workshop out in the garage. It was unlike him to waste a Friday night at home. Neither of them much liked their father because he was really their stepfather and their mother was dead. Where their natural father was, Summer and Bill didn't know.

Life wasn't very free around the house, but Summer had vowed, along with Bill, that they would spilt as soon as they could.

She crept up and peered in a window frosted over with dust and cobweb. The warm spring breeze gusted around her trim body, made her feel sexy all over. As the wind whipped the silk nightgown firmly between her legs, she remembered how it had been with Mike, having him fuck her, having his long pecker shoved into her juicy twat again and again. The soft caresses of the breeze made her aware of how much springtime turned her on, how it made her so damned horny she'd fuck a fencepost.

She peeked into the window and saw Bill was busy with his radio equipment. Her brother was busy doing strange things to a tiny rig on his work bench.

Summer went in. "Evening, Bill. How come you're out here all by yourself? I figured you and Marie would be out somewhere having a ball, so to speak."

Bill shrugged.

"Aw, come on, Bill!" Summer cried. She saw her brother was disturbed about something and not wanting to talk. "You can tell me. You know I won't go blabbing my mouth off."

"Yeah, Sis, I know. But it seems like every time I'm getting it all together with Marie, something happens and everything blows up in my face. We were supposed to go to Susan's party tonight. Marie decided she didn't want to see me." He shrugged again, but Summer saw the set of his jaw and slump of his shoulders. Bill was really worked up over Marie.

"What was it? Why'd she turn off on you like that?"

"I don't know. I think she's got the hots for somebody else."

Summer began to understand. "Is it Dave? Is your best friend cutting in on your territory?"

"Yeah, something like that. I decided what the hell. I might as well come out and fool around with these knobs. I sure as hell aren't going to get my knobs played with tonight."

Summer perched her bouncy bottom on the edge of the workbench. She knew that the filmy fabric of her nightgown revealed everything. And, since the night was so warm, she hadn't bothered to fasten the front. It was only being held closed by her slender fingered hands.

She placed both her hands on the workbench behind her. The sea green negligee opened. It was impossible for Bill to miss the swell of her breasts. The ruddy nipples were slowly springing to life. Summer felt her breath like sandpaper in her throat. She was getting turned on thinking about fucking her brother.

And the red nubbins of her nipples showed her arousal. They were pointing like red fingers from the tips of her snowy white, slightly upturned tits.

The boy's eyes drank in that sight and he almost choked. He couldn't miss the wanton invitation being put to him. For a moment, he firmly gripped his screwdriver. Then his thoughts turned to doing something else besides driving a screw into the radio chassis in front of him.

The little cunt openly shown him by his sister made him rock-hard. His dick painfully strained against his pants.

"I, uh, decided to tune up my CB radio." His voice seemed to be coming from someone else's mouth. All Bill could think of was the milky expanse of skin in front of him: the tits, the bouncy, firm, succulent tits and the broad plain of Summer's belly hypnotized him. When his eyes dropped to the triangular patch of her pussy mound, he almost came in his pants. His cock tried to turn cartwheels. He felt like exploding.

The green of the silken fabric seemed to contrast vividly with the whiteness of Summer's skin. The black, furry bush barely hid blushing pink pussy lips. The girl had spread her legs just enough so Bill could see what she was offering him.

"What… what do you want out here, Summer?" His voice was a frightened animal.

It wasn't natural wanting to fuck his own sister.

But he was so frustrated, so damned uptight!

"Isn't that obvious, Bill? I only want to help you. You haven't been getting any ass, have you? Not off Marie, at any rate. And she's all you ever talk about. Aren't you getting just a little bit horny?" Like me, Summer mentally added.

"Yeah, so fucking horny I jack off a couple times a day. But that just doesn't make it, you know? It doesn't take the edge off wanting a woman to ball. But I can't, I mean… you're, oh, shit!"

Summer drifted to her brother and placed a cool hand on each of his shoulders. She turned him to face her and firmly said, "Now listen, brother, we're having to face just about everything together. Why don't we make it everything?"

"I…" Bill's voice escaped him. He couldn't talk. Nor did he want to. All that interested him was well within arm's reach. His sexy sister was pressing her firm body against his. He could feel the pebble-hard points of her tilt. They pulsed with lust for him. Her hot breath was so close, her warm body radiated a sexual heat that drew him on, washed away his inhibitions.

For a moment, an attack of what was right and what was wrong assailed him. He couldn't fuck his own sister! Then Summer straddled his leg. He could feel the wetness of her crotch. Her cunt was overflowing with its love juices. She was hot. She wanted him. Him, her own brother!

Bill's arms encircled Summer's lithe body, pulled her to him. Their lips met in a kiss that was clumsy at first. Then their passions built to the paint where they seemed to flow together, to become one.

He felt her agile tongue pressing firmly against his lips. He opened his mouth a little and the girl's tongue came racing in. Their tongues dueled. They stroked and caressed each other, roughly, wetly. He felt his own lust building to the bursting point. It was like a clam with a huge lake of water behind it. Sooner or later it would break, and, when it did, it would come flooding out all over the place.

The girl's mouth on his was just the start. He could feel her rubbing her cunt back and forth on his leg. She was getting off on the friction of his leg on her pussy lips!

Summer felt tingle after electric tingle jolt into her body as she moved her hips back and forth. The rough fabric of her brother's jeans was just the thing to scratch her deep-felt itch. She massaged her sex lips. As long as the cunt juice flowed, there wasn't any danger of getting chafed. In fact, it was just the reverse. She was getting off on this in a big way. Delight surged up from her cunt and warmly filled her.

"Ummm, Bill, you kiss good." She pulled his face brutally to hers. Ups bruised but neither cared. All that mattered was their overwhelming need for each other.

All the passions she hadn't spent earlier in the evening demanded satiation now. She wanted to get fucked again in the worst way. If she didn't have a cock driving hard and fast into her, she would surely go crazy with lust.