Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

"How do you like my new string bikini?" The girl taking a pose like a swimmer on a diving board was a stunning creature. Hugh stretched along his sofa thinking it was a good thing they were in his apartment and not in a pool; otherwise Louise would be leaving every male swimmer awe-struck.

"Beautiful, like everything else you buy."

"Correction. You buy. It's your money, after all."

Hugh, naked except for shorts, propped himself up on an elbow, a good-looking, sun browned man in his early thirties with shaggy, wheat-colored hair that took on glints of gold or silver according to the light. Slit-eyed, he watched Louise move about, showing what there was, which wasn't a hell of a lot, of the new bikini.

He enjoyed that rippling fleshed body, so femininely shaped, and the bouncing breasts that, while rich, were disciplined by a perfect roundness. A maddeningly curved body for whom some men in this town would offer a king's ransom for one night.

This beautiful girl with the face more suited for films than ordinary life was his, part of him, and men envied him because he kept all at a distance, allowing no one even to approach Louise.

Sure, he was still young and he had money and they all thought he was class here in London, born of wealthy parents, expensively educated and once holding an officer's commission. No one knew that he had gotten his cash the hard way, from working as a waiter, clerking in a pants store, running a lousy dry -cleaning service, hustling as a room clerk and breaking his back in the mines, first in Pennsylvania and then down there in South Africa.

No one knew and if any suspected maybe they did not give a damn. His money concerned them, and this beautiful blonde who had come across the seas from America to visit Hugh here concerned them more. They wanted her and he had her, was sleeping with her not only nightly but daily too.

They would hate him even more if they knew the true score, knew Hugh and Louise, who were perfect bedmates, were in fact brother and sister.

He left the couch to reach for her but Louise was elusive as quicksilver, sliding right through his grasp, tiptoeing backwards over the rug in a tormenting dance. She struck seductive poses, stepping near enough for him to be impressed by the gracious kick of her thighs and the honeyed odor floating up from her loins.

"How many times have you slept with me, dear brother?"

"You've been here seven days." This was ridiculous, his standing there naked as the day he entered this lousy world and his penis shooting out like a broomstick.

"I'm talking about the number of time we've fornicated. I record it somewhere near fifty screws." Louise was near him, her hands exploring his privates, her fingers tickling the formidable penis that was so thick at the base and bulbous at the end.

"You want to stop to count it's okay with me." On his part Hugh busily explored her inviting contours, playing with the long, extremely round but compact body. Her curves were so delectable as to make him feel damned lascivious and capable of rape. His sister had that ability to provoke him into a bestial passion every time, so that he always craved her flesh.

He winced as her inch-long fingernails dug into his bar. But he noticed too that the steady fondling of his penis had not only quickened her breathing but caused the nipples on her big tits to enlarge.

It was incest, with this kid whom he had last seen as a little, curly-headed blond tot, his woman. He had a fiancйe, a girl he intended to marry and with whom he had never slept, but he ceased thinking of her the day Louise re-entered his life. He planned to get over to France and live there a while, and his sister was the most logical person to take over his opulently furnished fiat here in London. But God, he had been unprepared for this beautiful girl!

He squeezed her breasts, causing moans to issue from her tightened throat Then, willingly, because she always requested it, he went through the passionate ritual of kissing her ears, pasting soft kisses on her closed eyelids and cheeks, and then on the shapely, pulsing mouth.

The girl alternated between cries and the croons of a happy bird, catching her breath occasionally to kiss him back roughly. Her teeth did a job on his lips and he had to tear his mouth away.

While he held her writhing hips she twisted her head from side to side, seemingly having difficulty breathing. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh! Wait… oh, wait, please wait!"

Eyes closed tight, she was a woman possessed, her desires brimming over. His hand rested on the thick bush covering her mons veneris, so soft and downy. The hairs were somewhat damp, and thinking of the rasping friction against his pubic mound during intercourse had him ripping the panties off her, actually tearing them down her long thighs.

With her blond hair flying about she ceased taunting him and became the aggressor, her demands greater than his. She forced her luscious, curved body against his and begged him to enter her.

But Hugh insisted on comfort and he yanked Louise down the hall to the huge bedroom and sent her spinning inside. While she twisted about on the wide bed he mounted her, filling his hands with the delicious flesh of her breasts.

"You're insane, Louise."

"Oh, darling, darling, don't talk… oohhhh!" She bared her teeth, "Get into me!"

He went between her legs to rub the tip of his penis slowly along her vaginal lips and build sensation within her. A short moan of pleasure opened her mouth as she lifted the finely carved cheeks off the bed. Beads of fluid dribbled along his instrument, seeping from her opening as he entered.

"Ooooooo!" Her revolving buttocks wrinkled up the bedspread in a fiercely rhythmic motion.

He was not yet fully in the palpitating slit, for her insides actually created some hurt. The walls were closing in, the muscles in use, wringing the hell out of his manhood, tearing it off.

"Be still, sweetheart… just a moment… lie there still. Now!"

"Eeeeeeee!" The girl was too rapacious, her posterior spinning around and around, her breath hot and panting. His withdrawal, while easing the hurt for him, brought her moment: "I am there!"

She cried out and enveloped him strongly with her shapely limbs, sheltering the leaping penis within her fluttering vagina. A plateau of sensual madness was reached and she shuddered atop it.

What a female animal!

He held fast even though he was deafened by her strident sounds. "Girlie, girlie, you're still coming!"

"Ooooo, am I climaxing!"

He had to know it because he could easily feel her insides snapping like the sails of a boat against his tool. But he rose and fell, taking the climaxing creature calmly, almost dispassionately, trying to maintain his control. His passions were at their height, but no emotion registered on his face.

Louise's orgasms always affected her in a strange manner. Her long body was on the verge of a fit as she started to shake. She gasped from a sudden sting in her loins and tried to shove him off, as if desirous of being free. Then he was brought back and again tightly grasped.

"Ooooh, oh, heavens, it's so wonderful… to think that my brother gives me the best I've had!"

He was jealous if she talked about others and did not want to hear it, especially now.

"Your girlfriend Jennifer won't be this good, will she?"

Hugh ground against her. "I… don't… know!"

"Ahhh, there, there, it passed, finally. Ohhh, man was that a come!" Louise blinked her slanting eyes. "You do know. Jennifer will be a dud compared to me."