Ron Taylor: Nympho sisters next door

Chloe, meanwhile, was still holding Belinda's panties out of the way, and she was eating her sister's cunt. She gasped as she sucked, her mouth full of the thrilling taste. Her tongue licked in and out, stimulating Belinda's clit. She covered it with her lips and sucked, as if she meant to siphon the honey-cum out of Belinda's pussy.

Her tongue couldn't help moving upward, too. She spread her sister's asscheeks, dilating and exposing Belinda's tiny little butthole. It was definitely time for a rim job!

Chloe stuck out her tongue and licked Belinda where she shit. Belinda squealed at the nasty penetration, but she didn't move her ass out of tongue's reach.

Belinda slurped downward too, licking Chloe's hot little ass. Then she replaced her tongue with her finger and she thrust it straight into Chloe's asshole.

Chloe screamed. Jesus, she hoped Mom hadn't gotten home yet! It would be complicated as hell to be compelled to explain to her mother just why she had her tongue inside her sister's butthole!

Belinda, riding Chloe's face, was the first to climax. She pushed her pussy down and wiped Chloe's trembling face with her juices.

All Chloe could do was eat, then her own pussy erupted. Not as yummy as the come that Dwayne Murphy had fucked out of her this afternoon, but it was a hot juicy come all the same, and Chloe just let it flow – mostly into her sister's gobbling mouth.

Belinda went limp atop Chloe, and the two girls rolled into a loving, tit-pressing embrace. Their bodies rubbed together, and they squirmed in a frenzy, sharing kisses and feels at the same time.

"So," Belinda whispered, running the back of her hand across her sister's nipple. "What about this guy you met today? He sounds rally interesting…"

Chloe lay against Belinda, torn between the desire to talk and the need to keep her discovery secret for as long as she could. The stiffness of her sister's hot, lust-hardened nipples against her own tits was both torture and tantalization.

"You better tell me everything, too," Belinda added in a soft but unmistakable murmur. "If you don't, I'll get Mom's vibrator and fuck your little ass raw!"

Chloe sighed. She'd known it would come to this, but still she had been hoping she might keep Dwayne to herself.

"I saw him from the kitchen window," she whispered, snuggling up to her big sister's still jiggly tits. "And the moment I saw him I knew I wanted to fuck him, so [missing text]."

Joanna Murphy knew it was silly, but the mere fact that someone else, a stranger, was in her house made it almost impossible for the woman to close her eyes and go to sleep. Even though it wasn't a stranger. It was Dwayne, her brother's only son. But she had lived alone for a long time, and his presence felt so strange to her.

She got out of bed, slipping into her robe. Maybe she should have a cup of warm milk. In another day or two, she'd get accustomed to Dwayne's presence, she was sure.

His door was ajar, thin light shining like a blade out into the dark hallway.

Joanna stopped a moment by his door. If he was awake, maybe she'd invite him to join her. They hadn't talked very much yet. He'd arrived this morning, just as she was leaving for work. She knew more or less what kind of trouble he was in at home, and she had avoided the subject, but maybe they should get it out into the open and discuss it.

Joanna looked around the edge of the door. Dwayne was lying on his bed, headphones strapped to his ears. He was naked except for his shorts. They were tight, bikini-style, and did they ever hug and accentuate his crotch! Joanna's eyes seemed to flit immediately to that bulging presence – a big lumpy wad of cock and balls stretching the tight fabric of his shorts.

Dwayne was a strapping boy – no, a young man, she reminded herself; after all, he was eighteen now. His shoulders were broad, his chest smooth and tan, his waist narrow, his legs long and firm-muscled. He had his eyes closed as he listened to his music, and he tapped his hands rhythmically on his smooth flat tummy.

For a moment Joanna considered calling to him, but she wasn't sure he'd hear her. She watched a moment longer saw one of his hands slide lazily downward. It rested lightly atop his prick-bulge, and Joanna's heart gave a disturbing flutter. Her own palm began to itch and she wasn't sure why.

Dwayne's hand moved, the fingers stretching out, then clenching around his cock lump. He squeezed his prick, his eyes still closed, his lips moving soundlessly as if he were lip-synching with the music.

Joanna watched, totally fascinated, as her nephew began to flex his cock and balls.

He yawned and stood up, the radio in one hand, his other hand still clutching his cock.

Joanna shrank back, hiding around the edge of the doorframe. God, had he seen her? She was blushing already, terribly ashamed of herself for snooping on Dwayne, but at the same time she found herself hoping that she might suck at least one more peek.

She glanced around the edge of the door.

He had turned away, facing the bedroom window, and he was starting to dance a little, on his feet, moving with the music that filled his ears. He put the radio under his arm and Joanna saw both his hands go to his front. She gulped, knowing what he was up to.

The back of his shorts slipped slightly, baring the upper edge of Dwayne's asscrack. He swayed to the side, just enough for Joanna to see that his prick was flipped over the waistband of his partly lowered shorts. His cock bounced up and down as he stroked it. Even soft, Joanna's nephew had some piece of meat!

She reached inside her robe, touching the quivering mounds of her tits. Through the thinness of the nightgown, Joanna's nipples were pulsatingly erect. Ecstasy shot through her tits, resonating through the rest of her body like the shock waves of an earthquake.

She squeezed forcefully at her tit. Her nipple pushed into her clutching hand, so hard and hot in her trembly palm. She pressed down, squishing the button-like nipple into her spongy-soft tit, feeling it rise up again.

Her robe was hanging open now. Her hands were upon her body, and her eyes were glued to the sight of her handsome, virile young nephew as he stood by the bed, obviously masturbating his cock.

His shorts moved a little lower, baring his tight small ass almost completely now.

Joanna gulped at the sight. She'd always had a weakness for guys with really cute asses.

She lifted her nightgown and let a hand stroke the front of her panties. Her pussy hair seemed to crackle, as if they were full of static electricity. She was sure she could feel sparks. Her thighs ached, as if she'd been riding a bike for hours. As she began to caress her cunt through the panties, her hand was moving up and down in a gentle but insistent rhythm.

A floorboard creaked softly beneath her.

She froze. Dwayne didn't turn. He hadn't heard! Her fingers moved back into action, scratching insistently, aggressively, across the crotchstrip of her panties, arousing the cuntlips within.

She winced a little, pinching at her nipple, but it felt so fucking good! The nipple arched between her fingers, quivering, tingling, sending vibrations back into the rest of Joanna's body. Her armpits were moist with sweat, and there was a wetness inside her panties, too, leaking from the excited slit of her pussy.

As she stroked her pussy, she could feel her clit erecting, and she frigged at it, panting when the feelings got too intense to ignore.

Dwayne, innocent in what he thought was his privacy, turned halfway around, and Joanna gasped, so loud that she was sure he must have heard her despite the radio headphones clamped to his ears. His prick was sticking out, big and long and hard.

Oh, God! she thought. He's no boy! He's no Goddamn boy!