Tim Peterson - First time for daughter

She was reminded of her first night with Uncle Dan. What went around, came around, it seemed. Life was funny sometimes.

Beth drew a deep breath and sighed happily. She looked dreamily up into the eyes of her son as he pleasantly flicked a couple of fingers in and out of her pussy, stirring her, making her want more. She reached between their bodies and found his cock and squeezed it for him. Desire was coming back to him as it consumed her, neither of them offering even a token of resistance anymore.

"Kiss me, darling," Beth said with affectionate want.

Lisa switched off the television and walked dejectedly across the wide, antique-furnished living room. Nothing on the tube could take her mind off what had happened.

At the time, it had been enough. But now, three days later, she was desperate for more of her father's prick-action. They had left one another panting for breath, totally sated. But now…

Two problems. One, she had promised him they would only have to fuck once. After that, she wouldn't approach or bother him or in any way threaten to come between him and Beth. She wouldn't go back on that, especially when knowing that it wouldn't get her anywhere. There was a limit to the indulgence of even these parents.

The second problem was simpler. Matt wasn't around. He and Beth were spending the day in town. Simpler, but harder to overcome.

On her way down the ball to the kitchen, she glanced out a window and saw Buddy climb out of the pool. He was soaking wet and his brief black trunks made an interesting display of his cock and balls.

Lisa paused where she was and watched as he toweled off. There was a pensive look on her pretty face as she considered her brother. After a moment she went on through the kitchen and outside.

He was sitting on the lower end of a chaise lounge, having dropped the towel on the seat after only perfunctory use. Sneaking up behind him, Lisa picked up the towel, dropped it over his head and, in effect rubbed it in. She wrestled him aver onto his wide on the chaise, continuing to rub the towel over his head.

By the time he managed to get rid of it and put a stop to her teasing assault, he was pretty well pinned under his little sister. To further that Lisa pinned his wrists to the seat.

"I've got a question for you," she said pertly.

"Get off."

"How come you're such a dull big brother?" He chuckled. "Who says?"

"I do. And I know dull when I see it."

"Maybe you should pay a little closer attention," he suggested.

Something about his tone made her want to stop and think. From the sound of it, he had a secret.

"Have you been up to something?" she asked.

"That's for me to know." He grinned. "Now beat it – before I do something rash."

"Like what?"

"Like dunk you in the pool, clothes and all."

"My, my! Brother thinks he's tough. You really think you're man enough to put me in my place?"

"I kinds, think I am," he answered calmly. And again she was struck by the changes that seemed to have come over him. He didn't quite fit the big brother mold anymore, somehow. Still, that wasn't necessarily bad.

"I kinda like where I am right now," she answered imprudently.

He didn't move fast. Certainly not fast enough to take her by surprise. But that didn't mean she could stop him from rolling to one side, off of the chaise onto the grass of the back lawn, with her underneath. He pinned her wrists, his thighs angled wide over hers, pinning them down.

"How do you like this?" he asked.

"Even better," she answered.

A change came over them both just then as their eyes met and held, and the game-playing was over. He read her intentions, saw her availability, interest. When she gave a half-hearted writhe against his pinning body, he felt the age old invitation of a hot female.

"Now that you've got me, what're you gonna do with me?" she asked.

He seemed to relax against her, letting more of his body settle onto hers. "Well, since you're asking, I just might have my way with you."

"Oooooh, kinky!" she chirped.

He lowered farther, touching the lump of his cock-bulge to the mound of her upper cunt. He pressed against her, moving from side to side. The tip of his nose touched hers. Her head shifted, tilted, mouth waiting for a kiss.

With his lips settling slowly but surely onto hers, Lisa felt a wash of triumph. Her second conquest. And she felt the unleashing of her pent-up excitement. Her second incestuous romp.

Mixed in there was a measure of surprise Buddy hadn't taken a lot of seducing. He'd seemed almost ready for her. Either she had greater powers than she'd thought, or she had underestimated him.

Kissing him in reply, savoring the rich, illicit intimacy of the oral connection, Lisa played her hands down his damp back. Her fingertips encountered the top of his swim trunks, and she sliced the nails underneath and reached farther down.

She pushed the covering away as she took hold of his taut ass cheeks and squeezed them. She pulled him down harder against the mound of her cunt and moved against him.

Buddy gave a pleased moan. "Where have you been hiding?"

"Where have you bee hiding?" she said.

"Nice hands you've got there."

"Nice ass you've got. How's your cock?"

"I'll show you."

And with that be raised up. Kneeling between her thighs, Lisa lifting onto her elbows, he thumbed his briefs down.

His cock was still pretty rubbery, although it did bound outward, straining upward. Right away, Lisa saw that it was different from Daddy's, smooth all on and more civilized looking cock.

She reached for his prick and applied a soft, warm squeeze, stroked to and fro, felt his eager response. She watched his prick grow, and grow, and grow some more, and she began to think he was actually hung a little bigger than their father.

"Very nice," Lisa remarked. "Been getting much action?"

"Oh, a little, here and there."

"Too bad I didn't find out about this big cock of yours sooner – you'd have had a lot more action for it."

"Let's see what you've got," he said.

"You've never peeked?" she teased.

"Show me!" Buddy grinned.

Lisa sat up, shifting back from him slightly. She undid the buttons of her shirt and peeled it off. Then she leaned back on straight arms, body curved toward him to put her nice tits on display.

"Pretty good pair, huh?" she said.

"Damn good," he agreed.

Sinking ass onto heels, he reached for her tits and held them to his exploring hands. He tested their firmness, weight, texture, all in a caressing sort of way. He tweaked her nipples to get her responses there and came away pleased.

"Now the rest," Buddy said, grinning.

Lisa lowered onto her elbows again. "You do it."

"Spoiled brat," he commented, reaching for the drawstring of her baggy shorts.

Funny, him using that word spoiled, she thought. But he'd meant it differently from the way Matt had. Yet, it was a provocative coincidence.

She watched his steady hands loosen her shorts, take hold of them with some authority and pull. He really was quite a bit more grownup than she'd thought. Not that she was about to complain. The opposite, in fact. She was finding she liked a take-charge kind of guy.

He pulled the shorts from her long legs, leaving her in sneakers, socks and panties. The footwear went next, and so she was going to be totally naked this time around.

Before reaching for her undies, Buddy slid his swimsuit the rest of the way off. He wanted to be completely bare, as well. She liked that. He had a sensuous streak. And he did it before he did her. A gentleman, too.

His cock had reached full rigidity as he undressed her, and Lisa eyed it now with her mouth watering. Whenever he moved, his prick wagged temptingly from side to side, showing no signs of retiring or yielding in any way from its richly aroused state. She turned him on, and that turned her on, which turned him on…