Jolene Homes - Incest Games

The room was darkened by drawn drapes, and Lorena had stopped just inside the door, but she could see plainly what was happening on the bed, where her brother was jacking off.

Shock held her motionless, and she stared entranced at the boy's stiffly upright cock, at how his hand was moving slowly, lovingly, up and down upon it. Glynn was masturbating; no doubt about that. His balls were lifting and falling to the rhythm of his stroking, and she was surprised at their size, and at the length of his prick. It wasn't very big around-not compared to the two she had seen to date-but it was inches longer than either of those.

Glynn had a book in his other hand, engrossed in its pictures, and Lorena thought it must be one of those horny magazines young guys seemed to dig so much. It was turning on her brother, that was certain; his hand fondled his glistening shaft, and worked up to the lavender colored head, then stroked down to his balls once more. His pubic hair was a rich and shining brown, feathering his crotch and covering his balls with a shaggy fur. He was amazingly well developed for being only fifteen years old, she thought.

She felt her heart pounding and the threat of a runaway pulse in her throat. The nipples of her tits lifted strongly and pushed against her thin shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she'd sneaked into her brother's room to borrow a special sweater, without his knowing it. Now she couldn't leave.

Lorena couldn't even take her eyes off that sensuous movement as his hand slid up and down, up and down. He had something on his cock, she thought, and was sure of it when she saw him lift his hand to his mouth and lick it several times, wetting down the palm. Glynn was using his own saliva, and that was something she had always wondered about, how boys did it. It was easy for a girl because her pussy turned juicy right away, and when she slid a finger inside to feel around-Somehow, Lorena's hand had gotten down to cup her mound, to tremble there as her entire being seemed to concentrate, to fold in upon itself and the deep shiverings began. Her pussy responded, but her hand would not. She wore jeans, and the material was too tight, too thick at her crotch, for her to get inside and start masturbating along with her brother.

She was drawn to him now. She yearned toward where he lay stretched slim and tanned upon the bed. They had always been close, getting along much better than the other brothers and sisters they knew. And lately, they had begun to develop a special kinship, because of the turmoil in the family.

But now-Lorena's fingers dug almost savagely into her crotch-on the bed, her brother's ass lifted and rolled, and his belly made sexy, bumping motions as his prick fed itself into his clenching fist. She took an involuntary step toward him, and fought herself to a standstill again. What was she doing? What did she have in mind?

Him. She had him in mind, and in her blood, and he was also beginning to come to a boil within the trembling damp lips of her avid pussy. He was her brother and she wanted him, more so than she had wanted the two other guys who had screwed her. If that was bad or forbidden or whatever the hell, Lorena didn't give a damn now. She wanted Glynn, and she meant to have him.

She took another hesitant step, wondering whether to wait it through, thinking that if he came and all his boyish semen drained from that interesting prick, then he might not have any left in reserve for her.

But she also wanted to see what happened when a guy's cock exploded.

She'd felt the onrush of come before, but she had never watched what happened.

The choice was taken from her at that moment. Glynn's eyes caught the motion she'd made, and he looked up, stared right at her. He slapped the magazine down over his cock, his upper body jerking erect, his eyes wide.

"Sis! What the hell-how long have you-get the hell outa' my room!"

Her voice was strange in her own ears, strained, sounding kind of fuzzy. "Glynn-don't-I wasn't sneaking-" she moved toward the bed, her hand out entreatingly. The other one was still cupping her crotch.

Lorena reached the bed and her knees gave way, spilling her upon it.

"Damn it-" he said.

She didn't know what she was saying; she hadn't consciously meant to say "darling," but that's what came out.

And it must have been the right thing, for her brother stopped bristling defensively and a flush spread over his face. "Lorena, you shouldn't have come in here without knocking. I'm not a kid anymore."

"I'll say," she agreed, and watched his blush deepen. Her hand was on his leg, moving up to his knee, and she murmured, "I saw what you were doing. If you-if you go ahead until you come, will that stop you from-well, doing anything else?"

His eyes followed her hand, and he flinched when she reached his thigh and the edge of the magazine that was protecting his prick. "You mean-you? Sis, don't tease me. I never had a girl before. I've only done this, jacked off."

Lorena reached up and did things to the neck of her blouse. It slipped away and he stared at her freed tits. She felt her nipples more erect and harder than they had ever been, and the mounds themselves were swollen with this new, urgent need. Her lips moved numbly: "Do you like them? Do you like my boobs?"

"They're beautiful," he said. "Oh wow-just like I always dreamed they would be, if I ever got a peek at all of them."

She swallowed. "You can touch them. Glynn. You can let go of that damned magazine and touch your sister's tits."

His hands moved jerkily, came up with the fingers outstretched. The magazine slid off his lap and she saw the beautiful hard cock spring erect once more. Watching him jack off could wait, she decided; there would be plenty of time for that kind of action, later.

Her entire being trembled when her brother's hands moved over her tits.

There was a look of awe in his face as he cupped the mounds, as he pushed them down and allowed them to rise again, with their erectile nipples firmly against his palms.

"Beautiful tits," he said. "Strong and lovely. Man oh man, to think I'm really, really playing with them."

She couldn't wait. Both her hands moved up his thighs and her fingertips prowled into the shaggy forest of his brown pubic hair.

Glynn jerked his pelvis, and his hard prick waved back and forth like a flag-pole in an earthquake. Lorena touched the base of his cock, caressed the furry balls in their wrinkled sack. The shaft of her brother's prick was throbbing; it was veined with twisting lines, and the skin was impossibly soft along its length.

The head of it was something else, still damp from his saliva, flanged and bluntly pointed, that intriguing lavender color deepening as she fingered over the knob. As she watched, a little droplet of clear fluid rose from the tiny mouth. And his fingers dug into her tits with an immediacy, an impatience that matched her own sizzling emotions.

She released his cock suddenly, her hands darting to her waist, snatching at the zipper of her boys' jeans. Wriggling her hips and kicking off her tennies, Lorena stripped herself, flinging away the panties, too. When she rolled over onto the bed with her bare legs churning, she was totally naked, and the slightest touch of her brother's skin against her own was electric.

Their eager bodies slid together, flesh on flesh, and she felt the long pole of his cock pressed tightly against her belly. Lorena's mouth sought her brother's, and finding it, locked avidly to his mobile lips.

Jolt after bright, hot jolt shot through her body and went ricocheting around inside her head when their tongues met.

Wet and wild, they passed tongues back and forth, sucking and being sucked; their teeth clashed gently, and Lorena thought that Glynn was a natural cocksman, to know so much and to react so well. He'd never screwed a girl, yet here he was, so hot and strong.