Robert Haill - His Sexpot Sis

"Sonofabitch," she whimpered as she drew the tool out of her and flung it across the room. Tears spilled down her face as she soothed her stretched cunt lips with her fingertips, feeling her slit would never be the same again.

"Now we are even," he scoffed, "but I'm warning you, don't try anything like that again or you'll be sorry." He knelt and kissed her gently.

"That was cruel, Shawn."

"I know." He kissed her neck and her breasts and, pushing her back, he trailed his tongue right down to her cunt and licked and sucked it softly.

"Mmmmmmm-I still hate you, you beast," she moaned and sniffed and then smiled. His long probing tongue felt delicious sucking and sliding in and out of her raw slit. If she stayed angry at him he would stop and she didn't want that.

His tongue circled her pink clit and he closed his lips around it and sucked it into his mouth, and it was like sucking a tiny nipple.

"Ooohhh! that feels much better," she sniffed and brushed her tears away with her hand and looked down at him kneeling between her legs.

He lifted his head, feeling her eyes on him, and he straightened up and dropped his hand to his cock and started to rub it up. It sent delicious shivers through him, doing it in front of her just like he had done it in front of Celia Rhodes. She had made him do it, made him strip off his clothes and pull himself until he came, and then she'd tell him to get hard again. and keep on pulling himself. It excited him thinking about it.

Jodi sighed and slid two fingers down to her twat and worked them around her clit but it just didn't feel the same as Shawn sucking her. She watched his huge cock head pistoning through his fingers and wished she was a man with a tool like that to play with and to piss through like a hose.

"Watch me, Jodi," he groaned, falling on his back and spreading his legs so she could see his balls and asshole.

"I don't want to watch you wanking yourself off; its a waste," she cried.

"It isn't; look at me, Jodi."

"All right, if you want me to," she gave in. "Wank yourself looking at my wet pussy." She stretched out in front of him with her legs open and pulled apart her cuntlips and stuck her fingers inside.

"It's beautiful," he cried.

"Then shoot your spunk up in the air so I can see it splash all over you," she urged.

"Oh, yes, Jodi, yes." He flogged his meaty fuck stick with his eyes fixed on her cunt, drawing his fingers down to his stem so his prick stood up long and hard with irregular purple veins standing up along it.

"Tell me what's going through your mind as you're pulling yourself off, Shawn," she gasped, spreading open her legs as wide as she could.

"I'm thinking of you, how you were when you were just a kid," he gurgled. "If I had fucked you then I'd have split your little cunt wide open with my prick and you'd have screamed and begged me to stop." His hand moved faster, rising up to his prick head so it topped his fist like a big mushroom.

"I was tight and I would have screamed if you had fucked me when I was ten," she drawled as her fingers crept in and out of her twat.

"You fucking bitch," he hissed and the blood pounded at his temples as he thought of her as she was when she was only a child with tight shorts cutting into her ass cheeks. He imagined how good it would have been to have her alone, dragging down her panties and pulling open her pink crack to stab his prick into her little cunt as she writhed and howled…

"You're about to come, Shawn," warned Jodi, recognizing all the signs. She chortled as the first creamy blob of cream spat from his prick head followed by a gusher of spunk shooting upward to splash down all over his belly. He pushed himself to his feet with his prick still firing and the hot spunk running down the insides of his legs.

"Silly little boy that pulls himself off," laughed Jodi feeling smug. She pulled her fingers from her cunt as he walked around her.

"Shit! But that felt good," he drawled and for no accountable reason he felt a little ashamed of himself.

"Well, it did nothing for me, again," grunted Jodi "and it's as hot as hell in the house. I'm going outside into the back garden. Are you coming?"

"No-I don't feel like getting dressed," he yawned and stretched himself. "Don't go, stay here with me."

"I didn't say anything about getting dressed. No one will see us because the fences are high. It'll be fun. Haven't you ever wanted to run wild with nothing on out in the open?"

"I don't know. Maybe I have, but there's always been people around."

"There's no one around today, Shawn. We can get a great suntan. Come on."

They skipped through the house and into the back garden and felt the burning sun soaking into their lithe bodies as they ran across the apron of lawn heading for the trees and bushes down the back.

"We can swim and play tennis, with nothing on," chirped Jodi.

"Climb trees and wrestle with each other," laughed Shawn as she danced around him with her breasts bouncing up and down and her buttocks quivering like jelly.

"Doesn't the sun feel fantastic, Shawn?" “Yes." He picked up a. stick and waved it at her.

"No, don't," she cried and laughed.

He chased her the rest of the way to the trees with his limp cock swinging between his legs.

"Don't you dare hit me with that stick, Shawn." She ran over to a swing and got on it. "Give me a push to get me started," she begged.

"I don't want to." He went over to the swimming pool and stood looking at the blue water. It was calm with hardly a ripple and he sat down on the grass and watched Jodi on the swing.

"I can see over the fences," she cried as she went higher and higher.

"Get off before someone sees you," he shouted, thinking how lovely she was.

"I don't care if anyone does see me," she yelled back, but she stopped swinging and came down and jumped off to join him. She fell down on the grass a few feet away from him and squinted as the sun flashed into her eyes.

"It's the best birthday I've ever had, Jodi," he smiled at her. "Doing all the things I've ever wanted to."

"I'm glad, Shawn. But we've only just started and we've got all night as well," she reminded him.

"I was thinking, watching you on the swing. One day you'll meet some guy and get married and have kids, and I'll miss you a lot."

"Maybe I'll never get married," she said shading her eyes to look at him. "Have you thought of that? Maybe there'll be the two of us for ever and ever and you'll make love to me and I'll make love to you and we'll satisfy each other." She made a face at him.

"I don't think so," he said glumly. "I wish it could be that way but it won't be. You're too pretty and some guy will snap you up and I'll lose you." He frowned and listened intently thinking he could hear the telephone or the front doorbell ringing.

"What's the matter?"

"I thought I heard something," he muttered.

"You're imagining it. Relax. There's no one else here."

"I thought I heard a bell ringing."

"Well, even if it did, we're not home," she grunted and wriggled around near him behind a bush to get out of the sun.

"You're right." He took her head in his lap and played with her hair, feeling as if he could drop off to sleep. It was a wonderful, lazy feeling.

She stared upward at the azure sky. Like he said, it wouldn't always be like this. Already many things had changed. Only a year ago her father used to tuck her into bed and while he tucked her in, his hands had roamed lightly over her body, touching her forming breasts and stroking the mound of Venus between her legs. She liked him touching her but for no reason at all he had stopped. Maybe he had thought she was growing up and getting too knowing and might tell someone, quite innocently, that he played with her.