Robert Haill - His Sexpot Sis

"No," he said firmly and started to unzip the skirt.

"Don't take it off," she said sharply. "Not yet. It's only a game."

"But I feel silly."

"Keep them on, for me, please," she begged.

The tight material around his hairless prick made him feel randy and he needed to be careful not to blow and cream in his sisters panties. What a waste that would be when her gaping quim, so moist and hungry for it, was only inches away.

"Shawn," she said, awfully slowly.

"What?"

"Be honest. You like it, don't you? I mean, your cock is still hard; I can see it bulging to get out." “That's because I'm thinking of you and looking at you, Jodi."

"Maybe, maybe not. It doesn't matter." She sat down on a stool and crossed her legs artfully. "How many times do you think you could fuck a girl in a day and a night, Shawn? I mean fuck properly, blowing and everything?"

He blushed crimson because of the way she came out with it, the way she was looking at him.

"Well, how many times is the most you've played with yourself and come in a day and a night," she asked coyly and uncrossed her legs. Her creamy thighs opened just a little, promising so much.

"I don't play with myself," he said hotly and in the mirror saw the filmy lace of the panties showing through the stockings.

“Course you do. Matter of fact," she said softly, “I‘ve seen you do it. I've watched you rubbing up your cock and your spunk shooting out everywhere."

"When?" he hollered.

"Lots of times, silly. You hardly ever shut your bedroom door and I have to pass it to go to the toilet."

"You've been spying on me," he looked away from her and wondered what else she might have seen.

"It doesn't matter does it? Anyway, you haven t answered my question." Her thighs parted a little more and her hands fell into her lap as if to say that she had played with herself and it was all quite natural.

"Well," he hesitated.

"Go on."

He thought for a minute. "I dunno. A whole day and a night? I guess, six, seven times-why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" “No. What are you getting at, Jodi?" “You idiot. I want to know how many times you can fuck me before your birthday is over with." Her legs sprawled open showing her sticky hole with the love lips parted and fleshy, and urgently in need of a cock.

"Jodi-you're a whore," he grinned and looked into the unwinking eye of her cunt wondering how many times he would be able to fuck it before the day was done with.

"So I'm a whore." She closed her legs. There was a note of finality in the way she did it. "You'd better take your girlie clothes off, Shawn;" she sniffed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you that. I said it in a nice way of wanting to think of you hot and horny," he mumbled as he undressed. "There's not a girl" in the whole of Adelaide as hot as you, as lovely and delicious," he said to sooth her.

She got up from the stool and went over to the bed and flung herself down on her back pretending she wasn’t listening to him. She squirmed around and lifted her knees and they framed him struggling to get the stockings off.

"Are you angry with me?" He stood up and kicked the clothes away.

"No." Her legs were spread wide and she stared at his cock as a bead of glistening spunk oozed from his soaring fuck stick. If only he knew how much she wanted that throbbing prick up her, the fool.

He trooped over to her bed and stood looking down at her, knowing that she wanted him to rape her with his eyes.

"Do you want to fuck me, Shawn?"

He nodded yes.

"You call me a whore but you want to fuck me-your own sister," she sniggered. "You're nothing but a bastard, do you know that!"

"Please, Jodi." His hand dosed around the stem of his cock and he started to masturbate himself slowly.

"Don't do that," she cried out. "It's a waste."

"But I thought… “ "I don't care what you thought. If you want to fuck me then get up on the bed and get on with it," she screamed at him and her whole body trembled.

Shawn leaped up on the bed and straddled Jodi, ready to fulfill three years of longing for her wanton body. He bent his head and kissed her mouth as a prelude to taking her forbidden fruit and wondered if it was safe to go the whole way with her for it would be a disaster if he made her pregnant.

"I'm on the pill, Shawn," she said as if she had read his thoughts, and she drew her legs from between his so he could lay between them and get at her more readily.

His fingers trembled as they went down awkwardly and pulled open her cunt lips, revealing the pink inner lips and a white button clitoris. Drawing himself back ready with his huge fuck stick in line with her moist quim, he suddenly drove forward with the force of a battering ram, sinking his cock into her hungry twat.

"Yeeeooooow, aaaahhhh, nooooooo," Jodi screamed and her eyes flew wide open as she writhed beneath him, trying to get away from his ramming, red-hot prick. A shudder coursed right through her body and she was afraid. The last time they had played around he had been so small and it hadn't hurt her, not like this. But then he had been much younger and her steaming cunt had gobbled up his pencil-thin cock. Now he was almost a man and she felt like his tool could easily split her fuck hole wide open.

Her long, lingering scream was music to his ears as he watched his prick relentlessly disappearing into her juicy quim, inch by inch up to his velvet-soft balls. He drew it back an inch, waited, then drove it forward as hard as he could.

"Aaaaggghhh! Stop! No more, no more. I can't take it. Pull it out, Shawn, please, please, Shawn," she wept and the tears ran down her face to the corners of her mouth.

Like a train at full speed his cock continued to drive into her and her face was a mask of pain and fear. Her hands flew between their legs to tear the cruel prick from her ravaged cunt. She felt her own juices smeared over his lower belly and his balls and by then it was too late for she had his full length fixed inside of her.

He drew back slowly, his cock slurping beautifully as it drew her cum in torrents to her cunt entrance where it stayed in rings of cream around her red cunt lips. His iron-hard prick finally came out like a cork from a vintage wine bottle with a dull plop.

"Oh my God!" She couldn't take her eyes off his tool. It seemed to her to be twice its size and it was hard to believe it had been fully inside of her.

"You told me to fuck you," he grinned.

"You beast. You wanted to hurt me and you enjoyed it," she wailed and caught her breath seeing the strange look in his eye.

"All that did was grease my pole," he said casually. "I haven't started on you yet." He looked at her wet, ovalled mouth. It wouldn't be as tight as her cunt but it'd be just as juicy and she had promised to be his slave unconditionally for the whole day.

"Shawn-why are you looking at me like that? Shawn, answer me."

He ignored her and inched up over her body, knowing it wouldn't take her long to realize what he intended to do with her. Her skin was soft and his balls rubbed against it as he climbed toward her mouth. Now he could feel her short bursts of breath blowing along his swollen cock.

"No, Shawn," she cried out with an awareness of what he was up to, but it was too late.

He caught hold of her hair in his fists holding her head down as his buttocks climbed up over her tits. Lifting himself on his knees, he yanked her hair, and the second she opened her mouth to scream with pain he drove his prick down, surging along her thick, wagging tongue as she spluttered and gasped.

"Dirty bastard, ugh, aaaggghhhh!" she gasped.

He stared fascinated at his thick red pole stuffed in his sister's mouth with the rim of cunt cream around her lips from her twat. He eased his buttocks back and slowly rode her like he was in her cunt giving her three Or four inches of cock, knowing she couldn't take any more but wishing badly he could drive his whole length down her throat and blow himself off.