John Kellerman - Hot pants niece

"Roger, what…"

"Can I kiss you? Like we used to do back home?"

It was true, they had kissed affectionately as younger children. But this seemed different. The atmosphere of the room was charged. Still, it seemed silly to refuse her very own brother when all he wanted to show was a little brotherly love. His lips brushed her. It was such a shy, unassuming kiss that Jane let his mouth finger against her far longer than she should have. She was aware that she'd forgotten herself when her cuntlips tinged with a tantalizing glow. Something broke inside her… her tangled emotions flooded out. She threw her arms around Roger's body and pulled him close.

"Oh, Roger, I'm so mixed up. I think I'm going crazy. You've got to help me… you just have to!"

"Sure, Sis," he soothed, kissing her neck as she talked. She began to babble about everything that had ever bothered her. How she'd been sexually confused, sexually frustrated all her life. How she didn't like boys because she was afraid of them. And how fearful she was of her own femininity. It felt wonderful to pour out all the old hates and fears. And Roger nodded and kissed her and held her close. She didn't even notice that he'd unbuttoned the front of her robe. His hands caressed her belly. Hands so warm. Then he was kissing the tops of her breasts, easing her back onto the bed.

"Oh hold me, Roger… just hold me!"

But he wouldn't just hold her. His mouth worked softly, wetly against her skin. She felt the storm brewing between her full, firm thighs. She wanted to tell him more but her voice had weakened and trailed off into whimpers.

"My darling brother… ohhhh, what are you doing?"

"Loving you," he whispered, his breath thrilling her tumid nipple. Slowly now Janey became conscious of the emotions that were raging inside her. She desired her own kin! She wanted her brother, wanted his body with a hunger she could only begin to understand. It had happened so easily… the confessions blending with his gentle touch. And though she knew she must be in hell to consider such sinful things, her fingers trembled at the flint button of his shirt.

"Darling… darling," she gasped, kissing his hairless chest. He was seventeen… just a child really. But his body was so perfect, so firm and hot. She got his shirt back over his shoulders and slipped it off. Her teeth edged his chin and then they kissed. Her mouth opened to him and she sucked his tongue deep.

"Ghhhhuuuh," she gasped, feeling his hands slide between her legs. A finger raked her clit from its hood and she arched her back and trembled from the powerful thrills that made her body buck. Roger kissed her large breasts as he fingered her slit. The oily fluids poured from her body. She could hear him slurping around in them as he pinched and caressed each petal of her blooming cunt. It swelled with blood, expanding out until the inner tissues glistened completely exposed. The lips of her mound were pushed wide from the sudden swelling. Roger eased his body down her belly until his mouth was an inch away from the steamy, musky softness. Then he sucked against the tender parts.

"Nuuh… ohhh… yesssss! Roger… do it some more darling!" She grabbed his hair and wallowed, her pussy hard. The insatiable fury his licking caused made her writhe. She couldn't begin to understand her carnal hunger. But there was no time for that. Her brother Roger was close and his young, firm body wanted her too. She could almost feel his cock in her hand, could almost imagine what it would feel like sliding into her belly.

"You're still virgin," Roger whispered with obvious surprise.

"No… not any more I'm not," she whimpered, sliding her long fingers down her belly. She hooked a sharp nail up under her mound and the folds parted. It took only a second to find the vulnerable hollow where her hymen stretched. With a quick thrust, she speared her middle finger deep. There was a sting and Janey bit her lip and whined. The trickle of warm blood on her knuckles told her she'd been successful. "Not any more…" she repeated, wrapping her bloody fingers around Roger's cock.

"Oh, God, Janey… God!"

"Fuck me darling brother," she whimpered, working her hips up and down on the bed. Her robe had fallen open completely to expose her nakedness. With a sigh of lust, Roger pressed his hips between her soft thighs. She felt him root with the head of his cock. The feverish head slid down her crevice with a slick sound. Then it fit into the hollow where her cherry still leaked blood. Roger paused as if making certain he wasn't going to cause her pain. Jane dug her fingers into the muscles of his ass and pulled him forward. With a quick lunge, he speared his prick past the tightened muscles. The sound of her body being penetrated by her brother's rigid cock was beautiful. The pain was nothing compared to the feeling of her hole being filled. Janey wrapped her heels behind Roger's knees and cooed excitedly, as he worked it deeper… deeper…

Roger was wild with passion now. He wallowed his open mouth between her breasts, raking her nipples with his teeth and tongue. His spit trickled down her sides and Jane pumped her hips viciously against the steady stab of his cock. It was a glorious feeling being fucked. Yes, being fucked! She even liked the word now. It wasn't really dirty at all. She clung to Roger's shoulder and squirmed as the thrills spread across her skin. It was her brother who slowed his movements finally and held her face between his hands.

"I almost got carried away," he murmured.

"I am carried away," she gasped, "and I don't give a damn. I've given a damn too long…"

"But we'd better give a damn for a minute," Roger said, kissing the tip of her nose, "while I get a rubber." Janey clutched at his ass with a moan.

"Oh, I can't stand for you to pull out… I can't stand it…" She began to writhe her hips.

"Janey… damnit…" Roger kissed her passionately. She whimpered through her flared nostrils, plunging her hips faster. The inner surfaces of her pussy caressed and rubbed his swollen cockhead. She could tell it felt good to him. But he broke off the kiss.

"Janey, damnit… stop!" He eased his cock back. Janey looked at it with lust-drugged eyes. She watched him get a tiny foil package from his jeans and tear it open. But that cock… it looked so pretty shining with her glossy juices, a smear of blood well back on the shaft. She leaned up and cradled the heavy ballsac. Then, making little noises in her throat, she began to kiss the oily surface.

"God, Sis, I never dreamed you'd be like this!" He smoothed her hair, watched her full lips pet and tease his swollen glans. Jane made her tongue point and then flicked it over the bulging lobes at the underside of the crown. Roger grasped her head.

"Here," he gasped, "put this on for me." Janey took the little doughnut of rubber and stretched it around his cock-tip. She rolled if down, watching the transparent latex cling against every bump and hollow until at last the rubber was in place. The surface was lubricated with something that made her fingertips slippery. She fell back on the bed and watched with excitement as her brother guided himself into her bloody, slick hole.

"Uuuhhhhnnnn," she groaned as the meat filled her. Roger lunged forward and buried his cock, to the hilt. She felt his balls bump her, felt his cockhair tangle with hers. Then they were thrusting and writhing in the eager desire that pulsed through their bodies. Janey couldn't wait. She wanted to scream out her excitement. And as she bucked and thrust and wiggled, she took her brother along.

"Ohhhhh… Janey… ohhhh, fuck!"

"Come… come…" she babbled, licking his face as he tried to kiss her. The bed crashed under them. The violence of their movements seemed to make the house shake. Janey kicked her feet out and a table lamp went crashing down. She didn't care… didn't care about anything except that lovely, hard thing that was jabbing and ramming and fucking her to madness.