J Watson: Tempting little sister

Beautiful redheaded Sharon Thomas sat on the edge of the bed and watched her husband stalk angrily around the room. He had wrapped a towel around his waist after getting out of the shower, but he hadn't dried off well. She could still see tiny droplets of water clinging to his hairy chest.

He was still fantastic looking after eighteen years of mated life. He had continued to lift weights after school and his bulging muscles combined with his dark good looks to make him one of the most appealing men she'd ever met.

Not that it was going to do her any good today, she thought bitterly.

"I'd like to know just what the hell your Aunt Paula was thinking about," Doug complained.

"Aunt Paula has kept Stacy for seven years," Sharon said patiently. "She didn't have to take that responsibility when mother died."

Doug glared at her. "So now it's my problem?"

He began stalking around the room again. Sharon knew it was crazy or she was crazy because her husband was talking about something important and all she could think about was his well-developed body.

She kept looking at the front of his towel. Damn, she needed a fuck. She didn't understand it but since her birthday, her horny feelings had started getting really intense. She was getting worse than a teenager. She'd found herself undressing strange men with her eyes, and starting to wonder about her friends' husbands.

Not that Doug wasn't giving it to her regular. Doug was a real cocksman most of the time. His only exercise certainly wasn't lifting weights. He could be a real wild fuck when he was in the mood. Maybe he didn't get as excited by her body as he had once been, but that was only to be expected after so many years of marriage.

"Damn it, Sharon," Doug said angrily. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Of course," Sharon lied.

Sharon wigged as an intense gush of feeling went through her like a whitehot poker. She could feel her wet pussy throbbing with an empty ache. God, how she needed a big dick to fill her hungry pussy.

"Why the hell do I have to support her?" Doug asked, beginning again the same argument that had been going on for two hours. Ever since Sharon had dropped the bombshell that her sister was going to have to move in with them.

"She's my sister," Sharon said patiently. "She had to go someplace."

"But why in the hell does it have to be my house?" Doug asked.

Sharon didn't answer. She had lived with Doug long enough to know his true feelings. Doug wasn't mad about having to support Stacy. He didn't need the money because he made enough at his plumbing job to support a much bigger family. He could have retired that afternoon and still had enough to keep them comfortably for the rest of their lives.

Nor was he worried about room, for they lived in a highclass residential neighborhood in a big brick house with more rooms than they needed. Stacy wouldn't be a hardship as far as money and room went.

Sharon understood what was really bothering Doug. He had always been a very private person. He shared few of Sharon's active interests, and he only tolerated her friends. He enjoyed being by himself and working with his hands. He disliked social gatherings that Sharon made him attend.

He had been that way in school when Sharon had first started going out with him. All of Sharon's friends were shocked to see them together. Sharon was the most popular girl in school and she was constantly asked out. She was captain of the cheerleading squad and prom queen for three years running. Everyone said she was a laughing, fun girl.

Doug was completely different. He was a dull person. He played linebacker for the school football team but even his steady playing didn't make him any more popular. He was from a poor family and he had more brothers and sisters than he could count. Doug and Sharon just didn't fit together.

Perhaps Sharon didn't understand why she had first agreed to go out with him. But there was something about him that interested her. There was a hunger in his eyes that told her he would be a hard-working man.

Sharon was world wise enough to realize the importance of having a mate who would provide for her. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew that Doug was going to be a rich man. He wasn't like the rest of the boys with their silly dreams, he was a realist.

Besides, he turned her on. No other boy had ever made her feel so squirmy just by looking at her. She'd never really thought about sex until she'd met Doug. She had kissed and played around a little but nothing serious. It had always seemed to her that the sex was a little silly.

It wasn't that way with Doug. She felt hot sitting next to him at the movies, or dancing with him. He didn't try anything with her and that made her hotter. It was Sharon who first kissed him. She clung to him on her front doorsteps and kissed him with her wet open mouth as passionately as she'd ever kissed a boy.

That kiss had made her tinge and Doug had never known that he could have taken her without effort anytime in the next couple of years that they dated. She was helpless around him but he never took advantage.

Again it was Sharon who took the initiative. She knew it was wicked but she had waited long enough. They were two days away from graduation and talking of marriage, and it was time that Doug knew what he was getting.

They were at the drive-in and Sharon had suddenly had the irresistible impulse to touch his cock. She shivered as she remembered that first inexperienced touch between his legs. She could still feel the stiff pole in his trousers, that hot stiff pole that jumped excitedly at the gentle touch of her fingertips.

"Oh my God, Sharon," Doug had groaned.

It was like she had opened the floodgates. Doug pushed her back in the seat and his hands stroked her firm tits for the first time. She felt her nipples grow hard against the rough fabric of her bra. She knew he could feel them too.

It was cramped and uncomfortable in the front seat but that didn't stop Doug. Somehow he got her clothes off. He wasn't the gentle boy she had known. He had been turned into a raving sex maniac who couldn't get enough of her.

His strong fingers clutched at her savagely until she knew he was leaving marks. His hungry mouth nuzzled at her tender flesh. It flashed through her mind that if her mother saw the marks she was going to have to do a lot of explaining.

Then she quit thinking about her mother for his rough hand went between her legs. She had touched herself, there, before but it was not anything like the touch of his hand. His fingers rubbed up and down her wet gash.

She knew that she was taking a chance for there was a possibility that Doug would never respect her again. She knew that nice girls didn't moan in pleasure, or show their tits and pussy. Nice girls didn't get so turned on. And especially nice girls didn't allow themselves to get fucked.

And she wanted to be fucked. Her body ached for the dick that he could give her. She loved every touch of his hands and mouth and the rough scraping of his teeth on her titty-flesh. She had never wanted anything more than she wanted his cock.

Once more she clutched at his thick pole. She squeezed his bloated staff through his trousers. He moved away and she felt his hand pushing hers away. She heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

"I want to fuck you, Sharon," he said. "I've got to put my cock in you! It hurts!"

She'd gotten scared then but it was too late to back down. He would have taken her forcefully if she'd tried to struggle. He took her dainty hand and placed it back in his lap. For the first time she touched a boy's hard cock. She felt the throbbing heat of it only a second before he was moving between her legs.