Grace Wilkinson - The late-late family show

Quickly then, consumed by anger and lewd excitement, he picked up the telephone and dialed a number. When he heard the "hello" on the other end of the line he said, without preamble. "Denise. This is Andy. How'd you like to take a ride?"

When they left the station later that evening, after the news show had finished, Rudy's eyes roved the length of Lola's shapely legs, then glided back to the flared hem of her short lavender dress. He sucked in his breath, feeling a sudden ache in his loins, a shiver of excitement rippled up his spine.

In the car, the sleek weather girl reached over and impulsively squeezed her brother's hand. "Oh, Rudy," she said, breathing heavily. "I shouldn't say this, but I was so afraid I wouldn't see you. All I could think of today was you. I wanted you so much to… make love to me again."

An electrifying thrill shot through Rudy. Jesus, she was already begging for it, sitting there beside him stroking the palm of his hand. Reluctantly he drew it away to maneuver a difficult curve and Lola let it fall to his thigh. He stared at her expressive blue eyes in the rear-view mirror, then glanced down at her long cascading blonde hair. Jesus! His cock was already lurching in his pants, swelling stiff as a steel piston while his balls were beginning to ache. Jesus help him! And they weren't even near her home yet.

His sister's dress had ridden up above her thigh now and he swallowed hard as he caught sight of the tantalizing milk-white skin between the top of her stocking and the edge of her fancy black lace panties. And then she moved closer to him, pressing her bare thigh sensuously against his own. "Rudy," she purred seductively, "Can't you drive a little bit faster?"

The car lurched and Lola's voluptuous body lurched with it, falling against her red-haired brother's shoulder, her firmly ripened breasts brushing his body. Oh, Christ! He was ready to fuck her again, ready to drive off the road someplace and park, then put his hand up under her skirt, between those soft warm thighs and run his fingers beneath the edge of her panties until he found the sparsely hair-lined slit of her delectable little pussy.

He gulped, beads of sweat streaking down his freckled forehead, then he decided against it. It would be great, fucking her there in the back seat of the car – and he would do it one of these days. But that day would have to wait. He wanted to fuck her good in her own bed – hers and Andy's – and the knowledge that she shared it with her snooty husband would make the grand screwing he was going to give her that much better.

He stepped on the accelerator, his palms wet with sweat as he raced his Cougar toward the Taberon home. God, his balls ached like they were ready to explode; his loins burned like a house on fire.

When they finally reached the large two-storey house, Lola got out on her side and started up the flagstone path leading to the front door. "Hurry," she whispered breathlessly over her shoulder as if she, too, could hardly wait for her brother's lewd fingers to explore her passionately tingling body, to cup her breasts and tease along the swell of her satin white belly.

She stopped suddenly, searching for a key she had dropped then, spotting it on the path, leaned over to pick it up. The short skirt she wore flounced up over the twin half moons of her buttocks, giving him a full view of her black lace bikini panties, the fabric caught enticingly in the narrow crevice between her ass-cheeks.

Christ! He heard his pulse beating frantically. Quickly he sprang toward her, caught her around the waist and pulled her upright, turning her and crushing her sensuous body to him until her protruding little pussy mound pressed hard against his thick rigid cock and her already tautened nipples bored into his chest. She gave a moan of erotic pleasure as he pressed his lips against her soft willing mouth and his tongue sank deep into the warm cavern. They stood passionately kissing for at least a full minute before Lola pulled away, panting. And then with a steady gaze that was an invitation to every lewd pleasure, she turned and went on up the walk, her buttocks beneath the lavender dress undulating sensually, signaling still another invitation.

She unlocked the door, pushed it open quickly, and beckoned for him to follow. Inside, she turned to him seductively. "Care for a drink?"

"Why not?" said Rudy, kissing her on the neck. "I could use one."

She led him through the living room, down the hall to a book-lined den with a large walnut desk in it, flanked by a polished leather sofa, a couple of big leather chairs, and a console color television set. Strolling over to a long bar at one corner of the den, she asked, "What can I fix you?"

"The usual," he said, smiling wickedly, "as if you didn't know."

She dropped a couple of chunks of ice into two heavy crystal glasses, poured an ample portion of bourbon into one and handed it to her brother. Then, pouring herself two fingers of scotch and adding a squirt of soda, she turned and raised her glass. "To us, Rudy!"

"To us, Sis!" answered her brother, raising his glass and pressing it to his lips. He drank it quickly, feeling it warm his veins and groin the way alcohol always did. Not that he wasn't about to explode already; and from the way Lola had been acting, he figured she was on the verge too.

He grinned lewdly at her now, sitting half-way across the den. Jesus, he wanted to show her something tonight. Something she wouldn't forget. Suddenly an idea of really forbidden pleasure welled up in his brain.

He got up and crossed the room to the bar. "Mind if I make another one?" he asked. Without waiting for her to answer he poured himself a stiff drink of bourbon and finished it quickly.

"Me, too," his shapely blonde sister said. He turned and saw that she was standing beside him now, holding out her glass. He poured a second drink for her, a third for himself. When she had drained her glass, Lola put it down on the bar, then moved close to him, leaning over provocatively.

Rudy stared down into the cleavage of her dress, the neckline exposing her soft white breasts. Suddenly he slid his hand beneath the fabric, slid it beneath her black lace brassiere and cupped one resilient mound in his hand. Then as he squeezed her breast, tweaking a rosy erect nipple with his agile fingers, she trembled, feeling little clouds of butterflies swarm around in her stomach.

"Ohhhhhhh… darling," she said and then gasped in anticipation as her brother reached around behind her back and tugged on the zipper of her dress. With a quick twisting movement she shed it, then reached behind her to tear open the fastening of the back of her brassiere. As soon as her large firm breasts sprang free, she eased her sheer black panties down over her hips and let them slither down her slender legs and drop to her ankles. With a quick kick she stepped out of them.

Rudy's eyes searched across her naked body, down from her full upthrust mounds and along the softly rising and falling flesh of her flat satin belly, down to the sparsely haired "vee" at the base of it. He swallowed hard, finding it difficult to believe his beautiful sister was exposed so nakedly to his view.

Lola shot him a smoldering glance. "You like?" she asked seductively.

Her brother nodded mechanically, too excited to speak. Then as he gaped in wonder, her hand went out to unbutton his shirt.

Her hand dropped to his trousers then and began to stroke the hardened bulge beneath them, causing erotic chills to race up his spine. "You want?" asked Rudy's sister teasingly as she continued to stroke his painfully throbbing cock.

Her question, "You want?" burned and reverberated in his mind. Jesus, did he ever! He wanted her so much he couldn't wait much longer. His balls ached viciously and his loins burned like a blast furnace. With a shudder and a groan he began to tear at his clothes too, wriggling out of his jacket, ripping off his shirt, and unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers down.