Ray Mills - Spread wide babysitter

"I don't believe you," she murmured, her stomach tumbling with excitement, her body flashing all over with heat. "I don't believe you for a minute. Not for a minute."

But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash anyway, tugging it, pulling the slippery fabric loose. She wanted to show him her body, her whole body this time, not just part of it. She wanted to pose for him as she had earlier posed for herself before the mirror, to show him everything, back, front, profile. She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was overwhelming.

In the split second it took her to pull open her robe and slip it off her shoulders, showing Eric, for the first time, every delectable inch of her supple naked body, her mind switched tracks and she knew the step had been taken. Like it or not, there was no going back. They would fuck now, and she would let it happen. She would even invite it, though she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve. She knew she was not supposed to let it happen, even though her body now seethed and ached for him.

She could see the lust on Eric's face as he scrutinized her naked body, now glowing and warm and flushed with the fires of her shame and excitement. Slowly she turned in front of him, showing him the high pale globes of her ass. She bent gracefully as he completed her turn so that her firm tits swayed outward and shook pertly, her long puffy nipples already erect as they swirled before his face.

"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself.

Eric only nodded and licked his lips.

Jondra stroked her body delicately with her fingertips as if to show off her finer points. She traced the soft ridges of her ribcage where it flowed into her flat golden stomach. She raised her knuckles to the smooth curved undersides of her creamy tits and nudged them so that they jiggled and quivered. Eric's breath seemed to claw its way out of his throat.

The sound excited Jondra. She went closer to him, watching his crazed eyes devour her succulent tits. She was watching his eyes so closely that she squealed with sharp surprise when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her thighs. Eric pulled her forward strongly, squeezing her ass in both hands and pushing his face into her stomach, slithering his tongue into her navel.

"Oh! Ohhhh!" Jondra yelped, wriggling out of his grasp.

She jumped back from him, trying to act shocked and scandalized, though the feel of his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging passionately into her ass had made her simply reel with hot thrills.

"Oh, Eric," she said, half-mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch! You promised!"

Eric obviously had a hard time battling his desire for her. But he managed to grin, and flex his fingers, the ones he had just dug into her bouncy ass.

"Couldn't help myself," he said hoarsely.

"Now Eric… Eric!" she whimpered softly, baking away.

Her heart skittered and jumped more rapidly than ever as her brother stood up from his chair, bending slightly at the waist to ease the pressure on his bulging, pants-cramped cock. Jondra still felt the impressions in her bare ass where his fingers had sunk and felt a tiny trace of saliva left in her navel by his tongue. God, God, she thought. I should stop it now, before it's too late!

I can't let you fuck me! Oh, God, please, Eric, stop it yourself, I can't do it! I want it too much! she thought.

Slowly, deliberately, unbuckling his belt, Eric walked toward her. "Jondra… Jondra, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes racing over her nakedness.

Jondra kept backing away from him, staring solemnly into his eyes, shaking her head. She was unable to make any sounds come out.

"Eric, you know we can't," she finally said weakly.

"Yes, we can."

He backed her up against a wall. The sharp gnash of his zipper sent hot needles of excitement through Jondra's trembling flesh. Eric's hands cupped her feverish face. His lips came down toward hers.

"No, Eric, no, no!" she whimpered. "What about… Carol?" she said desperately.

"You know what I think Carol can do," Eric hissed.

"But Eric…"

"It's you I want, Jondra."

His lips met hers, curving into them, his tongue slipping between her parting teeth. His hands dropped to her smooth shoulders, then down to her naked tits, and he filled his palms with them. Gently squeezing her full, warm tits, he kissed her cheek, her neck, then took her whole ear into his mouth and breathed flame into it. He pushed his tongue deep into her ear, whispering hotly to her at the sametime.

"Just say you don't want it," he whispered. "And I'll stop." Jondra moaned.

She couldn't say it. Wild horses couldn't drag the words out of her. I do want it! she cried to herself. I do want it! Her body was totally pliant and yielding, her cunt wet and achy. As Eric Frenched her ear and caressed her throbbing tits, she slid her hands under the elastic band of his shorts and grasped his hot huge prick. She freed his cock, her fingers stroking his prick urgently. I want it! She thought. I just want you to fuck me, Eric! Here, right here against the wall, if you want to! Or on the floor, or in the bed, I don't care!

Eric's lips trailed down her smooth shoulder to her left tit, and he licked her large pink nipple with hungry passion. "Just say you don't want it, Jondra," he repeated, panting, his voice strangled by lust.

Before Jondra could answer, she felt his mouth close over her pulsing nipple. She felt her nipple stiffen and flame with heat. Her legs weakened and her knees seemed to turn to jelly. She had to grasp his hips in order to remain standing. She pulled him against her so that she could feel the long, jumping, gristly stalk of his prick press against her naked belly.

Her breath whistled past her teeth as he hungrily slurped and sucked her throbbing nipples. She moaned and began to writhe in his grasp.

"Oh, Eric…" she murmured, "oh, Eric, are you going to fuck me? Are you? Are you really going to fuck me?" Instead of answering her, he pulled her down the hallway to the bedroom. His hands stroked her long supple back, her pale ass, and her silky thighs while she tore at his shirt. Jondra skimmed his pants and briefs down his legs, stooping and clumsily licking his twitchy red cock. Eric pulled her to her feet, kissing her mouth again with rough, demanding passion. He pushed her on her back on her bed.

Shivering with excitement and frightening lust, Jondra yielded completely to her brother. She lay on the bed so that her feet still touched the floor, her knees spread, her ass perched on the edge of the mattress. The wet glistening furrow of her pussy was uptilted and gaping and totally vulnerable. She knew what he wanted to fuck her this way so he could stand on the floor and again leverage. She was in for a piercing fuck from the huge ramrod of prick flesh he was now lowering between her thighs.

Shuddering with the awful guilt of what they were doing and from her own incredible sexual arousal, Jondra submitted completely to his wishes. You can fuck me whatever way you want to, Eric, she thought. His hard, tanned, muscular body was so desirable that she wanted to swarm all over him. She wanted to kiss and stroke him everywhere and suck his gigantic cock into her mouth and feel his hungry lips burrowing madly in her boiling cunt. She knew that afterwards the guilt might be so bad that they would never risk fucking again, so she wanted to fuck him now.

Eric's hot, driving passion for her was so overwhelming that she had no choke. She had to give her body to him instantly. She had to let him ravish her and fuck her with his fierce cock until she bled with hot coming. She wasn't even afraid, because after what she had gone through with Joey and Ed she knew she could take anything. Put that giant cock in me, Eric, oh, Eric, baby, and fuck me to death with it! Please! she thought.