Harry Stevens - Hot horny sis

Matt pinched off a final blast of jizz, then yanked his dribbling prick off his cousin's rear chute. Her fucked asshole oozed with leaking cream, still so stretched from the hard-on that had just been in it that a replacement could surge in to the hilt with the greatest of ease. And Barry was panting for the chance.

"She's all yours," Matt told his straining brother.

Barry lined up behind Betty, gripping his stiff cock as if it were a weapon. He mashed the head into the slimy dent of his cousin's ass, his brother's leftover cum trickling along the shaft of his own prick. Then, when Barry shoved, Betty lurched back on her knees. It was as much her momentum as his that drove his dick to the balls up her butt.

Barry's crotch began bucking, powering his prick like a piston in his cousin's asshole. For her part, Betty rocked to and fro on all fours to match his pumping cock-thrusts.

"Quick, put your prick in my mouth!" she called to Matt. "Give me something to suck while your brother's fucking my ass."

Matt didn't notice that his prick was filthy from having been up his cousin's shit pit until he'd lined up his crotch with her face.

In the meantime, Barry was fucking away at Betty's ass. His balls slapped against her cunt as the fuck-tempo grew faster and faster.

He soon gasped, "Gotta come! Right fucking now!"

His teeth were clenched. Sweat poured down his face and naked body, his muscles jumping beneath the glistening sheen. Then, his cock erupting in Betty's ass, the tension was drained from him along with the cum from his balls. By the time his wad had been shot, Barry was as limp as a rag doll.

Betty, though, still had Matt's cock to suck. She'd made it hard again and when she had a hard-on to work with she didn't quit until the jizz flowed.

Eventually Matt would come yet another time.

And by then Barry would have recovered enough to have the filth sucked off his ass fucked cock and more cream from his balls by his cock hungry cousin. It was a spectacular performance by Betty, worthy of the audience she'd unknowingly had.

But at the end Ruthie was no longer there to watch it. Her eavesdropping having served its purpose, she'd slipped down the hall into the privacy of her own room and thoughts.

"Got another date?" Betty called, as Ruthie started out the door.

"No," Ruthie sighed, knowing that Betty was set to tease her. "As a matter of fact, I'm going to help Matt with his history and Barry with his geometry."

"Didn't think any boy'd ask you out after that disaster the other night," Betty gleefully taunted. "It's all over school how you made that poor guy bring you home just because he got a little fresh."

"And you'll stay a whore until you stop putting out for any boy who asks!" Ruthie shot back.

As the sisters' tempers flared, their mother suddenly appeared on the scene. "Girls! Girls! I won't have this kind of talk in my house. What would your father say if he could hear you now? I don't care how old you are, he'd probably give both your rear-ends a good paddling."

"With or without my panties on, Mom?" Betty sassed, turning her scorn away from Ruthie and onto their mother. "Do you think Daddy could handle my bare ass?"

"Go to your room, young lady!" Mrs. Barton fumed.

While her big sister and mom were locking eyes, Ruthie took the opportunity to slip out of the house. She was chuckling as she hit the street, unable to help admiring Betty's spunk, in spite of their differences. She often wished she had the courage to stand up to their yapping mother that way.

"But first things first," Ruthie reminded herself, walking toward her cousins' house. "I'm gonna need all the courage I can get with Matt and Barry."

The truth was that her cousins weren't even expecting her. She just hoped they were home and that Uncle Bob and Aunt Aggie were not.

They lived in the same neighborhood, only a short stroll away. When Ruthie arrived, the situation looked promising. The garage was empty, but rock 'n' roll blared from the house, meaning that Matt and Barry were probably inside and their parents were gone.

Ruthie knocked on the front door. Barry answered after a long delay. His eyes were wild, like he'd been drinking. What's more he was barechested and barefooted, his jeans unzipped as if they'd been hurriedly pulled on.

"Aren't you gonna ask me in?" Ruthie said when Barry just stared at her.

"Well, uh, to tell you the truth…" Barry mumbled.

"Who the fuck is it?" Matt recklessly called from the background. "Get rid of 'em, Barry. Things're just getting hot in here."

Ruthie could read the signs. "You've got a girl in there, don't you, Barry?"

"Well, yeah… sort of," he sheepishly admitted.

Ruthie hadn't expected anything like this, but she was a smart girl. Smart enough to take advantage of the right situation when it fell into her lap.

"Then you'd better get rid of her," she told her cousin. "Or else."

"Y-you'd rat on us, Ruthie?" Barry stammered.

"Draw your own conclusions," Ruthie crisply replied.

"But Matt's drunk as a skunk and horny as hell. I can't deal with him."

"Then I'll show you how it's done."

Ruthie brushed right by her startled cousin and marched into the den. The rock 'n' roll blared in there. On the couch was a naked girl with her legs spread. Aiming his hard cock at her yawning cunt was Matt, just getting ready to fuck her.

"R-Ruthie!" Matt blurted his cousin's name. "What the hell?"

"Oh, who's she?" the naked girl on the couch giggled, more out of it than anybody. "I wouldn't mind eating some pussy. We gonna make it a foursome?"

"I hardly think so, bitch!" Ruthie snapped. She picked up the girl's clothes and tossed them at her, telling her to get a move on. When the stunned girl hesitated, Ruthie slapped her face.

"Are you gonna just stand there and let her do this to me?" the girl whimpered to Matt.

He was too astonished to speak. Then the girl looked back at Ruthie, cringing. But before she fled, she temporarily steeled her will and had her say.

"If you want these two shitheads, honey, they're all yours. I wouldn't fuck either of 'em on a bet now."

The girl turned on her heel and left, her bare ass wobbling. There was a short wait until she'd dressed and then the front door slammed. Barry had still not appeared in the den. Matt faced Ruthie with disbelief, his wilted cock hanging like a scared dog's tail between his legs.

And Ruthie broke the silence with her biggest bombshell yet. "She was right, you know. I do want to take her place."

Matt's eyes seemed to stand out on stems as Ruthie began to strip. She wore no bra beneath the sweater she now pulled over her head. Her tits bounced free, the nipples hot-pink and erect.

"See? I'm not a little girl anymore, the way you and Barry think," Ruthie purred to Matt, her hands falling to her skirt. "I thought it was about time you two round that out. After all, why bring some tramp in off the street when you can keep it all in the family?"

Her skirt fell. She wore no panties, either. Ruthie was stark naked, and Matt's cock was suddenly a jutting throbber again.

"Looks like the couch is all warmed up for me in advance," Ruthie seductively teased.

She stretched herself out in the nude. One of her legs hooked over the backrest, the other extended to the floor. Her pussy was wide open, its pink center framed by the outer lips and her brown, curly bush.

"Well?" she prompted.

"It's a funny thing to say," Matt muttered in a hush, "but it's almost like I never knew you had a cunt before, Ruthie."

"Seeing is believing," Ruthie cooed.

She rubbed her pussy. It was so moist that it squished from her touch. When she separated the fold, at the top her clit appeared, throbbing with desire.