Ray Mills: Easy horny sister

Nevertheless, she couldn't deny that it was fun knowing she was so damned attractive to men. The way some of them looked at her made the fires of lust stir in her pussy again, reminding her of the bombshell orgasm she had experienced that morning. She finally went back to the home of her sister and brother-in-law.

When John got home from work that night she even thought she caught him looking at her in the same way as the men on the street, though he covered it up as soon as she glanced over at him.

"Hi," she said. "You're home early."

John glanced at his watch. "I usually get home around five-thirty. But I was out on a call today and didn't feel like going back by the office."

She saw his gaze fall to her tits, fastening on the rising bumps her nipples made in the fabric of her shirt. It excited her to have him look at her tits that way. Stop it! she told herself. He's Mona's husband, for goodness sake.

"What time does Mona usually get home?" she asked innocently.

"Oh, I guess she forgot to tell you," John said, hanging up his suit jacket in the closet. "She has a night class on Tuesdays. She goes directly from work, so she won't be home until about nine o'clock."

Candy didn't know why she felt her pulse quicken with excitement. Quickly she turned away from him, as if afraid to look him in the eye.

"I… I'm afraid I'm not a very good cook," she said, trying to keep her thoughts on the straight and narrow.

She knew what she was feeling deep down, but she didn't dare continue. He is so handsome, after all, she thought.

Her brother-in-law had broad shoulders and a sharp jaw. His eyes were icy blue and fucked with sensual danger. When she looked at him now she could again imagine him kissing and stroking her sister's naked body, as he had last night.

I heard you, she felt like telling him. I heard you doing it to her. Fucking her. God, she was going wild! Candy could feel again the stirrings in her own pussy as she recalled what she had overheard.

"We can just send out for a pizza." He winked lewdly at her.

Candy wondered if she was supposed to understand anything special by the wink. Oh, just stop it! she told herself. You can't go on like this. What would you say to Mona if she found out how you're feeling?

But somehow John must have picked up her vibrations. He suddenly seemed to regard her with a new look in his eye, a look of barely disguised hunger. And not hunger for food, either. His gaze slid down her body to her full, swelling hips, then to her crotch. He stared at her covered cunt, without trying to hide his interest.

"You know, you're really a gorgeous girl, Candy," he said. "I guess I've never really told you that before."

Everybody tells me that, she wanted to say to him. It doesn't make you any different. They just all want to fuck me. And you do, too. You want to fuck me, don't you, John? But instead of saying all this, she blushed, "Thank you," she said in a small voice.

"You don't have to be shy around me," he said, coming over to her.

He reached down and took her hand, holding it between both of his. He rubbed her fingers. Candy looked up at him. God, you'd better not touch me any more than this, she thought. I won't be able to control myself. Already she could feel her insides melting.

"Don't you… think we should so something about dinner?" she said hesitantly.

"I'm not hungry for dinner," John whispered. She could feel his breath on her cheek. "Are you?"

Candy shook her head slowly. She was unable to tear her eyes away from his. John's gaze was hot and his prick was throbbing with lust now. He made no effort to hide his desires.

But we can't do this! she tried to tell him with her own eyes. You're Mona's husband. It's so wrong!

She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it tighter. His eyes burned into hers.

"Candy, I never realized how beautiful you are till now," he murmured. "How desirable."

He dropped her hand and raised his fingers to her face, caressing her cheeks. Trembling, unable to resist, Candy yielded up her sensual lips to him. His mouth caught hers roughly, his tongue snaking between her parting teeth.

Candy felt her knees weaken. A flood of warm desire poured through her. Just as she felt she was going to fall, his arms encircled her waist, drawing her quivering body against his. Kissing him back passionately now, she pushed her tits against his chest. His hands dropped to her ass, cupping and squeezing the firm cheeks of her ass through her skirt.

Candy broke off the kiss, panting hotly against his neck. Already he was tugging the bottom of her blouse up from her belt.

"We can't do this, John," she gasped. "You know we can't."

"Why not?"

"She's my sister. Mona's my sister," Candy said. "She would kill me if she found out."

"She doesn't have to know, does she?"

His mouth was on her throat, her neck. He was unbuttoning her blouse so fast that she didn't know how to stop him. She didn't want to stop him, either. His lips on the smooth upper slopes of her young tits excited her.

"God, you know I want to," she panted against his cheek.

"Candy, I've wanted you from the very first. Remember the day Mona and I got married? When you were the maid of honor? And you wore that low-cunt dress? I couldn't take my eyes off you. I wanted to fuck you right there, right in front of everybody."

But Candy had nearly lost track of everything that was going on, being said, except the wildly pleasurable feelings that coursed through her trembling body. He had her blouse completely open now. His mouth was all over her firm young tits. He squeezed the firm round globes in his hands, licking her aching nipples with slow sensual strokes of his tongue.

Candy shivered and moaned deep in her throat.

"Aahhhnnnn!"

She glanced down and saw her nipple disappearing into his mouth. He sucked hard, making her large nipple spring up and throb sharply. Then he did the same thing to the other nipple. Candy could hardly remain standing on her feet. She could feel the warm fuck juices gush into her cunt.

"Oh God, Johnny, it feels so good!" she moaned to him, hearing her words echo the words her own sister had moaned on the previous night.

As if her hands had minds of their own, they dropped to his belt buckle. Eagerly she unfastened it. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slipping her fingers under his shorts. His thick hot cock sprang up into her hands, throbbing wildly. His huge prick was a lot bigger than Rick's.

God! she thought, glancing down at the huge jumping monster of a cock. His prick was very fat and about eight inches long, swollen and twitching. The feel of his cock bobbing and straining against her fingers excited her.

"Can I…" she asked tentatively, not daring to finish the sentence.

"Can you what?" John grinned, still squeezing and licking her naked young tits with crazy passion.

"Can I suck it?"

"Of course."

He drew her with him over to an easy chair and sat down in it. She squatted on the floor between his thighs, still holding onto the long throbbing pole of his cock with her hands, as if somehow his prick might escape. She had never sucked a man's prick before, not even Rick's, but now she desperately wanted to take John's huge cock into her mouth and suck the fuck juice right out.

"You won't come, will you?" she asked him shyly, thinking of a better place for his fuck juice.

"It depends on how good you are," he replied.

"It's not that I'm afraid of it or anything," she confessed. "I mean, swallowing it. It's just that I want you to come inside me. When you fuck me."

Saying the words made her blood pound. The dirty words had an effect on him too. She could feel his rock-hard cock jump wildly in her hands as she spoke hornily.

"I'll save it for that, if you want." John smiled lewdly down at her.