John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

She hardly recognized her own voice. Breathless and containing an excited quality she could never have attained before that moment, it reached him through the sex-charged darkness.

"I wish I could see it, Ted!" Surprised at her own boldness, she hurried on. "I remember when we were little, we used to look at each other. It was fun to turn on the light and pretend we were grown up and everything."

The hot pressure became more intense, and Linda felt the distinct throbbing as he answered, "We don't have to pretend anymore, Sis." The prick centered on the delicate membrane where his tongue had intruded with such wonderful results. He added just enough pressure to the stiff shaft to effect a yielding of the soft lips. "We can do anything we want to do."

Linda's brain reeled in confusion at the threatened invasion of her young pussy. Her mind screamed a silent warning, while her body trembled in hopeful anticipation, actually pushing the juicy slit against the giant cockhead, and feeling it spread the pliant tissues into a straining circle.

"Easy, Sis!" Ted murmured, his body tensing. "If you keep that up, I won't be able to control myself."

"I don't care!" she hissed. "It feels good when you do that."

Maintaining the shallow insertion of his glans in the yielding mouth of her tight pussy, Ted wiggled the cock shaft, teasing the nerve-laced membranes, and causing her to whimper with pleasure.

For a moment, she was certain he was going to push the big thing inside, and her heels braced against the bed to receive him. She knew it would hurt. The few times she had forced two fingers into that delicate place, the pressure had been almost unbearable. But pain would be a small price to pay for making Ted happy. She would do anything to please him. Anything!

The moment passed, and she felt the cockhead withdraw as her brother's hands gently drew her slender legs together, lifting his own knees until he was kneeling astride her thighs.

"How about playing with it for me?" he asked, passion blurring the words as he reached for her hands, pulling them to the convergence of his muscular thighs.

Linda felt his hairy scrotal sac brush her fingers, the soft covering yielding to betray the presence of the twin balls that marked the base of that thing that had just kissed her eager cunt. Then, as he curved her palm about his cock, she uttered a cry of delighted excitement.

He did not hurry her, removing his own hands as she traced the rearing shaft with trembling fingers, examining the heart-shaped head by running her fingertips about the flared rim, then teasing the tiny slit at its tip.

She tried encompassing the thick column, but her fingers and thumb could not meet. She placed one hand above the other, and found the knob beyond her top fist.

"What do I do?" she queried, her voice anxious and determined. "I want to make it feel good."

"Squeeze it," he murmured, his hips trembling,

"and slide your hands up and down on it."

Obediently, the girl's hands tightened their grip, moving back and forth along the swollen shaft, feeling the soft envelope slide against the core of throbbing hardness. She tugged with eagerness at the giant cock.

"Hey!" he grunted in protest, his hands covering hers to slow the pumping. "Not so fast!"

"I like it!" she exclaimed, resuming the motion, but with diminished speed. "It's so big and hard! Does it feel good to you, Ted?"

"Wonderful, Sis," he whispered. "Why don't we turn the light on, so we can see what we're doing? Do you mind?"

Linda felt the big cock slip from her grasp as Ted climbed off the bed to flick the wall switch, flooding the room with a brilliance that made them both blink. Her eyes focused on the rearing prick, and her lips shaped an oval of wonderment at its size. It was even larger than her fingering had led her to believe.

She sat up in the bed, staring boldly at his nakedness, her mind busily comparing the tall, muscular youth with the child who had pressed his body against her in their earlier years.

Ted was a man, she realized, and he had already assured her that she was a woman. That meant they were capable of doing all the things they had whispered about during those delightful nights when their mother had permitted them to cuddle together in that same bed.

Of course, Linda reminded herself, they would never actually do it. She could not bring herself to shape the word that sprang to the forefront of her imagination. But she welcomed the images that shaped themselves in her blonde head, dwelling on the rhythmic movement of Ted's hips above her eager crotch.

She felt her brother's eyes on her face, and heard him ask, "What's wrong, Sis?"

"I was thinking something terrible," she whispered, feeling the heat of a deep blush suffuse her naked breasts and throat. Her gaze returned to that stiff cock, and her body trembled with a sudden shiver of desire.

"You thought," Ted said, resting one knee on the bed, the prick wagging its engorged head only inches from her wet lips, "that I was going to screw you."

Her tousled hair swirled in a vigorous denial. "You wouldn't do that!" she exclaimed. Her eyes narrowed questioningly, the red lips pursing.

"Would you?"

He grinned at her confusion, lowering his hips to the bed, but keeping one foot on the floor. The other leg folded, leaving his thighs parted to accentuate the heavy balls between them.

"What would you do little Sister," he asked gently, "if I were to do just that?"

Again, she looked at that big column, trying to visualize its thick shaft in her tight slit. A mixture of excitement and fear twisted her mouth as she answered, "I'd do anything for you, Ted." Her voice was weak, but sincere.

His hands gripped her wrists, pulling her fingers back to their embrace of the swollen prick. She saw a shiny drop of clear liquid seep from the little eyelet of the purple crown, and her fists slid upward on the shaft milking still more of the lubricant from the throbbing hardness.

"What is that?" she asked, bending closer to inspect the glistening exudation. The male scent of his cock filled her nostrils and she felt a sudden surge of increased desire for the handsome lad. Her nipples, already strutted into tingling fingers, ached with a strange sensation.

"That's fuck juice, Sis," he said in a soft voice, smiling at her renewed blush at his use of the forbidden word. A new note crept into his tone as he added, "Taste it!"

Her eyes flicked up to his face, then back to the oozing jizm. Without questioning the command, one slender hand freed itself from the bulging shaft, dabbling a soft fingertip in the pearly liquid and spreading it over the delicate V of the glans.

The hand withdrew, carrying its slippery coating to her parted lips, and hovering there as a dainty tongue licked out to sample the musky lubricant. Her eyes closed as her tongue retreated with its erotic prize. Her lips met and tightened.

Linda's taste buds tingled at the salty tartness of her brother's cock juice, and she savored its effect on her salivary glands before letting the mixture slide down her throat. She had often wondered how his prick would taste, and she could see nothing wrong with his request or her eager compliance. After all, Ted had swallowed the overflow from her pussy, and he wouldn't have done it if there had been anything improper about it.

The touch of his hand on her head made her open her eyes, and she felt herself being pulled forward, gently, but firmly. Her free hand left her mouth to return to that stiff prong, joining her other hand in trembling encirclement. Closer, its tip almost touching her nose, his prick delivered another glob of jizm from its tiny eye, and she watched it roll sluggishly down the swollen ventral ridge.

"Lick it for me, Sis!"

There was a new note of urgency in his voice, and the big cock quivered in her fingers as his hand drew her still nearer, not really forcing, but urging with unmistakable pressure.