David Crane: The wild west family

There was plenty of sex available at home…

Well, shit – I guess I ain't gonna get no fucking breakfast this morning, Jack thought.

He tossed the newspaper down, annoyed. There hadn't even been any juicy sex scandals to read about, although he had lingered over the ads for bras and panties and spent some minutes contemplating the love life of Blondie and Dagwood.

The horny youth decided that he couldn't wait any longer for his habitual morning hand job. He figured he would frig off efficiently, to begin with, and then enjoy a more prolonged prick-pounding a second time.

He started to get up from his chair, intending to go up to his bedroom. But then he dropped back, thrown off balance by the weight and size of his hard-on.

Jack hadn't emptied his balls since the night before – a lengthy period for the potent lad – and his stiff prick was levering awkwardly in his pants and his cumbags felt like basketballs between his thighs.

No one else was up yet and Jack saw no reason why he shouldn't pull his prick right there in the living room. After he'd drained it off once and reduced the pressure, he would be more comfortable as he proceeded upstairs to linger over a longer second cumming.

He took another glance at Blondie.

She had really great tits, he thought. But she was kind of wholesome, which was a shame. It was hard to imagine Dagwood fucking her, too.

Squirming down to the edge of the chair, he opened his belt and unsnapped the waistband of his jeans. Then he drew the zipper down slowly, teasing himself the way some of his girlfriends liked to do.

He wasn't wearing any underwear under his tight jeans and as the zipper pulled down, his cock came springing out from his fly like a rocket.

It snapped straight up, quivering with tension. Jack gazed down, admiring his cock-meat. He knew from the locker room that he was well endowed.

His sister could see that, too…

Heading for the kitchen, with the delightful flavor of her own pussy-juice lingering on her tastebuds and her cunt steaming and squishing between her slender thighs as she moved, Bunny passed the archway leading into the living room – and came to a dead halt when she saw that her brother was sitting there with his cock jutting out.

She blinked in surprise.

Then she smiled happily, figuring that she was about to get another visual treat.

She stepped back from the arch and peered around the edge, her eyes glued to his cock and balls.

Jack had reached into his fly and hauled his cumbags out now, revealing all of his sex tackle.

He was hung almost as heavy as her daddy! The horny teenager had to stifle a little squeal of delight as she played the peeper again.

Jack's cock-head was huge and it was so hot that it was glowing like a lightbulb. His stalk was thick and iron-hard, seamed up the underside by a dark vein as fat as Bunny's little finger. At the base of his cock, his balls were inflated like balloons.

As she stared at that meaty masterpiece, Bunny's fingers and palms itched for a feel of it.

Her cunt was simmering and her mouth was watering, too – but since he was her own brother the girl knew that such thoughts were much too naughty.

But there was no harm in looking.

Jack was looking, too, his head inclined and turning as he studied his erection from this way and that. It was looming up so tall that it looked as if he could damned near give himself a blow-job.

His left hand moved down and he cupped his balls, lifting the heavy sacs as if weighing their load. He squeezed and fondled the juice-filled bags.

He folded his right fist around his stalk. It bucked like a bronco in his grip, so vibrant that it almost threw his hand off. The vein pulsated in his palm and the rod throbbed in his fist.

He pulled up. His foreskin rolled like a fleshy carpet over the ledge of his cock-head, so that only the cleft purple tip was unsheathed.

Then he pushed back down to the foot, skinning his knob out naked. That enormous wedge flared out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.

Ooooh, Bunny whimpered, silently.

The sight was driving her wild. She wished that she were closer so that she could see it in even more detail when he shot his wad.

Then she thought: Why not?

After all, it was her brother who was being naughty. Why should she be embarrassed by innocently walking in and catching him in the act?

She had a pretty shrewd idea that as long as she showed the right attitude, Jack wouldn't mind.

She waited for a moment, letting him get into the steady stroking rhythm, knowing that once he was in the pumping pattern he was less likely to stop.

Then the naughty peeper walked through the arch.

"Whatcha doin', Jack?" she asked impishly.

"Aw, shit," he croaked.

He turned bright red and stopped frigging his prick. He was trying to hide his hard-on behind his open hands, but it was too long. His cockhead stuck up on one end and his balls bulged at the other.

The brazen girl walked right over to him.

"Beating your meat, huh?" she giggled.

"Jeez, Sis – go away!" he groaned.

But he was starting to notice that his sexy, nubile little sister didn't seem to be disgusted or shocked – that the girl looked intrigued.

"Errrr – guy's g-gotta – you know…" he stammered.

"Sure, I know," she replied.

She gave him a saucy sort of look, tossing her head, dark hair cascading – dark eyes flashing.

Jack noticed that her nipples were jutting out stiffly in her flimsy black nightgown and that he could just make out the shadowed vee of her cunt-bush through the sheer, semi-transparent folds of the material.

"Girls do it too, you know," she whispered. Jack gulped. He had a sudden flash of his kid sister finger-fucking herself to a froth. His prick jolted at the fevered image.

"Go ahead," she said. "You can finish the job, Jack – I don't mind."

"You – you wanna watch?" he gasped.

"Um-hum," she chirped.

Jack was still feeling a bit guilty and ashamed, yet the thought of jerking off in front of his saucy sibling was a real turn on. She had already caught him pulling his prick and he guessed it didn't matter if she was there to see him spurt out his spunk.

He managed a grin and moved his hands away, giving her a full frontal view. Her dark eyes were glued to his groin and the pink tip of her tongue was showing, sliding slowly across her moist lower lip.

Jack wrapped his hand around his cock, holding it without stroking. Her gaze was caressing him so fervently that he felt he was basking in her heated admiration, as if her eyes were actually fondling his meat.

"Pump it, Jack!" she urged.

He gave his stalk a slow push-pull.

Bunny whimpered and sank down onto her knees as if her legs could no longer support her.

Jack stroked up and down on his cock-shaft again. It was looming up level with her face as she knelt before him. She leaned closer. He could feel her hot breath wafting onto his even hotter cock-head.

He wondered if he should warn her that she was liable to get a faceful of spunk.

"Wanna – wanna cum on my tits?" she whispered, her voice all husky with passion.

"Oh, wow – yeah, Sis!" he moaned.

Bunny drew open the front of her flimsy nightgown and arched her slender back. Her plump tits thrust out, the rosy tips standing like little pink rockets ready to be launched from the areola pads.

Jack hauled back on his cock as if he were cocking a rifle. He stared at his sister's tits past the flaring slab of his smoking-hot knob.

Bunny squirmed a bit closer, bringing her thrusting tits up before his cock. She cupped the firm mounds, lifting and deepening the cleavage.

Holding the heavy globes in her hands, she rubbed the edges of her thumbs against her nipples.