Eric Courtney - The married sister

Kim followed Rod to the kitchen, her hips swaying back and forth. She stood watching him mixing the drinks, her hands on her hips, her pelvis thrust out. Rod gave her a flirting glance. What the hell, he thought, no harm done and it's not like I'm an old man yet. "Lee says you're a dancer."

Kim, smiling, her chin tucked in so that she looked at him seductively, said, "That's right. Come watch me some time."

"I'd like to," he said, handing her a drink. "Do you like it?"

"Dancing? Or do you really mean do I like dancing in front of men naked? The answer to both questions is, yes." Again she smiled seductively at him over the rim of her glass, showing her fine white teeth.

Rod looked at her, finding it impossible to believe she was so young. Her face was unlined and looked young but her body was so fully and wildly developed. From the living room came music from the stereo. Lee had selected some quite cool jazz and Kim began to swing her hips in a slow brazen manner. "I just hear music and I gotta move."

Rod leaned drunkenly against the kitchen table and watched her begin to dance, her feet staying in place, only her body moving, undulating, her hips suddenly twitching out in time to the music. Her arms above her head, she danced into the living room with Rod lurching after her. He saw her fall into Lee's arms and kiss him passionately on the mouth while her hips ground into his crotch and Rod could see her firm young buttocks tense and bunch under her miniskirt. "Hey," he said, waving his glass, "Let's have a party."

Lee tore himself free to gasp, "Man, it looks like we are!"

"No!" Rod said, falling into a chair and spilling some of his drink. "I mean a real party with entertainment." He leered at Kim who had turned to look at him. She danced slowly and sensuously toward him, halting right in front of him, her arms slowly raising to cup her breasts and thrust them at his face while her hips did a slow wicked bump and grind.

"Look, don't get this chick started. I'm warning you, Rod," Lee said. Then, "Hey, where's my drink?"

"'Sin the kitchen," Rod said, slurring his words and never taking his eyes off Kim's wiggling body. "'Nd take your ole sweet time gettin' it."

Lee gave him a comradely wink and said, "Think I'll take a drink in to Gail and keep my little sister company for awhile."

He disappeared into the kitchen while Kim continued dancing, whirling around the room, her eyes half closed. Lee came back into the room with two drinks in his hands and a child-like foolish grin on his face. "I'm so stoned I don't know what I'm doing. You okay?" he asked Rod.

Rod nodded absently, still watching Kim dance. Lee noted with satisfaction that his eyes were glazed and he was having trouble focusing them. Kim would keep him busy. He turned the door knob to the bedroom with his fingers and shoved the door open with his elbow. This, he told himself, was going to be some night. Kim working on Rod while he taught his prissy married sister a lesson. And Kim knowing all about it!

Rod tore his eyes from Kim long enough to see Lee kicking the door shut with his heel. Kim stopped dancing and picked up her glass, sipping from it as she walked toward him. "Hey, Kim," he said, "Don't stop. You're pretty good."

Kim gave a laugh. "I'd better or I'll start getting rough and raunchy." She drank and raised her glass as a toast. "The only way I know how to dance."

Rod drained his glass and said, "I'll drink to that. I mean, I'd really like to see you dance." He struggled up out of his chair to get still another drink. Kim pushed him back in his seat and said, "Let me do that." He sat back, dazed, watching her firm young buttocks switch back and forth as she sauntered into the kitchen. While she was gone, he tried to clear his head, rubbing his eyes. Gotta think clear, he told himself.

He looked up to see Kim standing in front of him with two fresh drinks in her hand, smiling down at him. Jesus, he thought, how long has she been standing there? He took the drink with a vague smile. His brain seemed fogged and he couldn't think straight. All he could think about was Kim's body and her whipped cream trick. But his wife was in the next room with his brother-in-law! He had better be careful, he thought.

Kim suddenly bent over him and kissed him on the mouth, the tip of her hot wet tongue whipping into his mouth and sending shudders down into his groin that caused his cock to leap in lewd excitement. "You're nice," she whispered in his ear.

His free hand touched her hip and he felt her naked flesh under the sensuous deerskin. "You're okay," he whispered.

Her face was close to his, her eyes large, dark, and burning, as she whispered, "Want me to dance for you?"

His mind raced, drunken, drugged and ramming, horny, wild, mad! Why not, he thought, exulting drunkenly, after all, it was Lee who brought her! "Yeah," he breathed, "Go ahead!"

He sat, his cock throbbing, caught in his pants, swelling painfully and he tried to rearrange his legs, crossing them, so it wouldn't show.

Kim put her glass down and stepped back from him, moving slowly, her eyes closed, a smile on her face, her hips swaying as she lifted her arms and pulled the miniskirt up over her head. Rod sat, his face impacted, his breath shallow as he watched the limp buckskin being pulled up her tanned thighs. Up, up, higher and higher until her face was covered and she was naked from the waist down. He looked at her broad swaying hips and her long thighs with his eyes drawn to her sparse young wedge of curling pubic hair. She turned, standing on tiptoe and pulled the dress free over her head and flung it on the floor.

She stood with her back to him, naked gave for sandals and her Indian headband. Lewdly, moving in pulsating time to the music, she leaned forward and thrust her naked round buttocks at him and Rod gazed open mouthed as he saw her tight vagina trapped between her strong thighs with its vaginal lips firm and covered with dark downy pubic hair. In time to the music, she turned, her arms widespread, her legs apart, her knees bent. Slowly, as he watched, she began moving her hips and cunt as if she had the tip of a cock right in front of her thighs and was trying to rub against it. She threw back her head, her eyes closed, her mouth open and her pelvis rolled forward and she let out a little delighted moan and her body shuddered as if an invisible cock had been shoved in her and she began an imaginary fucking right in front of Rod who dropped his drink on the rug and ignored it as he lurched to his feet, breathing heavily.

Kim was on him like a cat, lewd, twining, her, arms tight around him, her open mouth locked to his as his tongue darted in and out while one of her long tanned dancer's legs slipped around behind him and pulled his groin close to hers. He felt his ramrod cock against her naked belly and he fought to get away from her, catch his breath. "No!" he breathed. "My wife and him," he said, pointing.

Kim's face was intense. "So what? Now or never for me and you. Come on, what have you got to lose?"

"Everything!"

"Coward!" she said, almost spitting the words.

A wild idea entered his mind. Lee had done it in a closet! Why not top him? Gail couldn't walk and he could, would, had to, think of something. More than anything, he wanted to fuck this wild half-breed amoral bitch! He lurched to the closet and opened it. It was big enough with only a suitcase on the floor. Kim was right behind him, pushing him into the closet. He turned to find her hot naked body right against his. Her hands guided his up until he touched her breasts and he felt them soft and heavy in his hands and his fingers pinched her nipples and he felt them grow hard and pointed as he watched her tongue slowly lick her lips. He felt her hand unzipping his pants, and he closed his eyes and kissed her as he felt her groping fingers pulling his hard cock out. Her hands closed over it, squeezing it and pulling back the foreskin and slowly and surely stroking back and forth as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth in time to the strokes.