John Kellerman: Eager beaver niece

"I pulled something playing basketball the other day," he complained, inking the last few droplets from his pecker. Her heart pounded too hard and she had to turn to the door.

"Hey, Sis?"

"Yeah?"

"Think you might rub me where I'm sore? It usually helps loosen my muscles up."

"God, Ricky, I don't know anything about giving a rubdown." She put her hand on the knob. "Anyway, I want to go downtown."

"Aw come on, it won't take you but a second or two."

"Well," she shrugged. "Okay."

They wait into his bedroom. Outside Jeany heard her mother get in the car and back out of the driveway. Their father had long since gone to work. Rick lay down on his belly on the bed and she knelt beside him. It was hard to keep the damned towel from coming unwrapped.

"Right here," he told her, touching a spot on his back. Using the heel of her hand and a thumb she began to rub the sore spot.

"Am I doing it right?"

"Why don't you straddle me," he suggested. "The angle should be better then." Jeany did what he said. But as she settled back her heart thudded again and she had to draw a quick breath. She was straddling only one of his thighs and she'd pushed her damp cunt down against him. She wished she'd put on panties. It was an unsettling sensation to be touching another human like that.

"Now you're getting it," Rick said, "but push harder."

Jean let her thumbs sink into his flesh. She rocked forward and back, moving the tensed muscle under his skin. It was strangely disturbing to be touching her brother like this. Though they'd often wrestled when younger, she felt odd about it now. As if maybe a sister shouldn't touch her brother at ail.

"Oh yeah, that's better!" he grunted, moving his hips a little. She could lean forward and keep her pussy any from his thigh. She wondered if Rick could tell that she was getting moist down there.

"I guess that's enough," she said, starting to get off.

"Do it some more, Sis! Please!"

"Okay, but I have to go in a little bit."

"I'll rub your back, too, if you want." He turned his face to the side, glanced up at her. She felt herself blush. Now why in heaven's name should she be embarrassed about hex brother rubbing her back? She was starting to get angry with herself for blowing everything out of proportion. She even wanted to prove that there was nothing really wrong with exchanging massage services with Ricky. Nothing at all wrong with it!

"I think I would like you to rub my back," she said, giving his muscle one last push. "I guess you owe me a little attention."

Rick knelt behind her on the mattress as she stretched mat on her belly. But die wasn't ready for him to strip the towel from her body. She gave a yelp of surprise and grabbed for it.

"I can't rub your back through a Goddamned towel," he mid, pushing her back down. She tried to rein as Rick straddled her bottom and began to rub her back with gentle steady movements. It felt glorious! She could see now why he wanted her to do it for him. She closed her eyes and forgot all about the towel. But then she became aware of something else. Ricky's balls were nestled warmly against the cheeks of her ass. As he rocked forward and back she could feel them pressing, moving against her crack.

"Ohhhhhh. I guess that's enough," she said, feeling odd again. Her pussy was heating up. She hadn't been thinking my wrong thoughts. It sure felt slippery and…

"You're awfully pretty, Jeany," Rick breathed.

"Rick. I said I've had enough."

"You're getting many, you know that? Your bottom is plumper than it used to be. And your thighs are getting heavier." Rick began to rub her buttocks.

"Oh, Rick!"

"God, they're nice. I wish I could spank them like I used to."

"Nhhhooo," she begged, struggling to turn. Rick chuckled and brought a palm down sharply against her cheeks. She jerked her hips from the surprise of the blow and the tension made her body thrill.

"Yeah ya little brat," he growled playfully. "I'm gonna give you a good spanking. Just like old times!"

As his hand came down again and again across her tender bottom, Jeany tried to wriggle from under her brothers weight but he put a knee in her back to keep her from escaping.

"Nooo! Ohhhh! Owww! Ricky that hurts!" It did hurt, but it was what kind of hurt was causing that really disturbed her. The sting was setting off all sorts of trembling excitement between her thighs. As if every blow made her clit tense. And now her juices were flooding and, making curliques of her blonde cunt hair. But as Ricky leaned into the spanking, she caught him off balance and almost got loose. To capture her again, he had to grab both her wrists and held them above her head. The full weight of his body was along her back. His legs were between hers and his cock was pressing into the crack of her ass. That's when Jeany almost fainted with shock. Her brother had a terrific hard-on! She could feel the hot pulsing shaft as he squirmed happily against the soft swells of her buttocks.

"Nhoooo! Ricky. Let me up! Please let me up!"

"You little imp," he gasped, biting the back other neck. "I didn't realize how sexy you were getting." He bit her again and then kissed the same spot.

"Oh, Ricky! You've got to let me up. I feel so dizzy."

"Your body is so neat," he breathed, running his tongue out again to lick her shoulder blade.

Jeany felt him squirming harder against her. And he was puffing his body down so that his cock slipped under her ass, down against her mound. The first contact caused a jolt of excitement and pleasure to surge through her belly. But guilt and fear quickly swamped the joy. Her brother's cock was actually pressing against her juice-dampened cunt hair. She could feel the warmth, the softness. Yes, it was spongy and rigid at the same time. She tried to crawl forward, but her movements only caused her labia to part.

"Uhhhhh. Rickeeee!"

"Jeany. Don't fight me honey. I won't hurt you, I won't do anything." He kissed her ear. "I just want to hug you and hold you."

"But it's not right! What if Mom caught us?"

"She's gone now. We're alone." He let go her wrists then and let his fingers slide down her sides. She trembled at the way he traced her body lines. She left her arms limp on the bed, too worked up and confused to fight him anymore. But she could feel the gentle nudge of his cocktip. It was nudging between her velvety pink lips. She tried to move again, racking her hips slowly from one side to the other. The unconscious wiggling caused her outer lips to slip out around her brother's barbed tip. Then he was holding his shaft, moving it gently up and down her feverish wound. The smacking sound of her juices as he petted her like that made Jeany gasp with passion. Her fear was unfocused now, dissolving. She tried to hold onto a shred of resistance but Rick had just petted her clit with his prick and was doing it spin… again… again. The sensitive nubbin bulged with blood, rising from its hood.

"Ohhhh! Uhhhhh! Ricky! Ricky, what are you doing to me?"

"Ohh, Jeany, I didn't realize how good it feels. I wish we could."

"Nhhhooo! You don't mean that!"

"I sure as hell do."

"Brothers shouldn't do things like that to their sisters." She gasped again as Rick pressed his cock against her cherry. It pushed in and another surge of juice dripped down her crack. Rick was really getting his cock drenched with her dick butter. She could feel him dipping his cum in her cleft and smearing the lubrication back on his shaft.

"You're really wet!" he breathed, biting the nape of her neck again. Jeany wished he'd stop that. Every time she felt his teeth nibble there she almost came unglued. Her fret burned and she tingled between her toes. She found herself unable to keep from moving her hips. She had them going in a slow, trembling circle. And little by little she was letting Rick force her thighs wider. He had his knees wedged between them and was splitting her pussy wide.