Ron Taylor: The family lays together

"Go away!" she laughed.

But the door jerked open, and in he came, still wearing his white sports shirt and unknotted tie. And his raging erection. He followed her into the hot spraying water, paying it no attention whatever.

"You're incorrigible," Sammi told him, backed up against the wall.

The water didn't touch her, but sprayed into Steven's face. He didn't even blink, just pushed her ass to the wall, lifted her thigh way up, and stabbed his cock into her pussy once again. She moaned as it bit deep and true, and she thrust her tits against him, seeking his mouth with her own. It was wrong, and she knew it, but there was something about his cock that she had never been able to resist, not since that first time.

"I was a teenager," she whispered. "A baby. Innocent. And you ravished me, turned me into a hot wanton slut."

The words excited her, and she humped his thrusting cock with growing need and arousal.

"I was young too," he told her amid kisses. "I'll never be any older than you are."

"But you'd been doing it with Rhonda Sagal, every time you could lure her into the bushes, not to mention that little bitch Jean Dugan don't tell me you never fucked her! I had gym with her, and your cock was her principal topic of conversation in the locker room."

The sphincter of her cunt pulled and sucked at his prick, feeding it higher and higher into her belly. She curled that lifted legs around his back.

"Hope you've been working out," she taunted, lifting her other leg and folding it behind his thigh. Now he was holding her up with his body, and the strain was all his.

"I never fucked Jeanie Dugan," he panted, still driving into Samantha. "She played with me a few times, but all I ever got from her was a sloppy handjob and some blue balls. Like I had the night I found you jacking off."

Sammi smiled. "And we decided it was a shame we should have to hide our frustrations, so we started off by diddling in front of each other, and then you had to put your finger in me."

"And you had to get my cock in your fist, so I'd know what it feels like, and…"

"Oh, God, Stevie, you fucked me, and shot your cum all over my belly, and I swore I'd never do it again…"

"But there you were the next night, sneaking into my room and, crawling into bed with me… you played with my cock till it was hard."

Her pussy slurped his thrusting cock, swallowed it deep. Her legs scissored around her twin's body, and her uplifted mouth was an easy target for his passion-charged kisses. The water sprayed onto his face, splashed onto Samantha's, but she didn't care now.

"Did you really never fuck Jean Dugan?" she gasped, riding him hard, massaging his prick with all the muscles of her supple pussy.

"Yes, I fucked her," he grinned, "but not very often. She wasn't half as good as you, then or now."

"God, I can't stand it," she groaned. "Feed me that big fat prick of yours. I think it's gotten bigger since last time, hasn't it?"

"Gets big for you, Sis. It always did and always will."

"Then prove it, fucker! Use that big cock to make me cum!"

He slammed it home on her command, pushing till the cum-bloated knob of his prick must have been halfway up her belly. The raspy bristles of his pubic hair were like a wire brush on Sammi's cunt, and she rocked and rolled, mashing her cunt against his groin.

"Now," she gasped, "now, fuck me now!" He shoved her ass hard against the shower wall, his prick driving and biting deep into her supple cunt.

"Now, now, baby, cum all over my cock!" He felt the contractions begin to ripple and vibrate around his pulsing prick. "Do it for me!"

He thrust as deeply as he could.

She moaned as she felt his ejaculation burst against the mouth of her womb and her mouth covered his in a kiss.

"Look at me," he said when they had separated. His prick was still erect, even though it was empty, and his shirt was absolutely drenched, as was the rest of him.

"I like you wet." Samantha grinned, rubbing the raw slice of her cunt and feeling the slow dripping of his cum from her pussyhole. "Now get out of here so I can finish taking my bath. I have a dinner engagement tonight. You'll, stay, of course? Well, why not? The house is half yours. I can't send you to the Holiday Inn, can I? C'mon! Out!"

"A dinner engagement?" he queried, dripping all over the bath rug.

"A dinner engagement," she repeated. "Look… I've been a widow for six years. You haven't been home in three years. I can't keep my social schedule open on the chance that you'll drop by, can I?"

"A man?" he asked.

"Is it your business, if it is?"

"Just wondering," he said, taking a towel and patting at his hair. "All right, Sammi. We'll talk later."

No, damn you, she thought. We won't talk. We'll start to talk, sure, but before long that cock of yours will be full of piss and vinegar and then I'll be full of your cock. It's always been that way, since we first started this crazy thing all those years ago. I don't know how to change it, and I don't even know if I want to change it.

Samantha stepped back into the shower spray, letting the hot water soak her body. She took the soap and began to bathe herself, scrubbing furiously at the fucked-tender gash of her cunt, fingers drifting inside. Her fingers stiffened and began to slide in and out of her cunt. She rocked up and down, sighing as her clit began to hum with fresh arousal, as the internal muscles of her pussy milked and sucked at the intruding fingers almost as voraciously as they'd gobbled Steven's prick. She clutched at her tits, pinching the nipples almost viciously and sighing as they throbbed between her fingers.

Just as the hall clock finished chiming nine, Steven heard the front door open, then close. He was on his third Scotch, feeling a mild buzz, but he remembered that his niece Maria was due home now. Steven came out of the kitchen, intending to greet the girl, who might or might not recognize him – she hadn't seen him in almost three years – but he stopped short, in the shadows of the far hallway.

Maria had grown up, no question. He remembered a small, delicate-faced girl, with blue eyes and braces. Sammi had sent the girl's school picture, along with her Christmas cards, so he knew the braces were gone. She stood by the door, being helped out of her coat by her escort, and the sight of her took Steven's breath away.

She was almost ravishing. Her hair was long and dark, framing a heart-shaped face dominated by large eyes, falling upon the shoulders of a snug white sweater, tight enough to show that she had certainly inherited her mother's tits. She was tall now, too – he estimated five-ten, including the low heels of her shoes – and her short skirt revealed long, smooth-looking legs. He smiled. She was almost a dead ringer for Sammi, at that age.

The boy behind Maria came out of the shadow. He was a typical kid, tall, skinny, somewhat gawky-looking, with a lot of hair. No doubt he was considered hot stuff among the teenage set. Steven watched as the boy – Jake, he thought Sammi called him – put his hands on Maria's shoulders and turned her around. The girl lifted her face and the boy's mouth closed upon hers in a wet, open-lipped kiss. Her arms enfolded his waist, he filled his hands with the cheeks of her slim young ass, and their bodies ground together where they stood. Steven repressed the urge to announce himself, and took a quiet sip of his drink instead.

"My mom's out," Maria said in a soft musical voice. "She probably won't be back till late. Why don't we go into the living room?"

Steven followed them with his eyes, watching Maria's long-legged stride as she and the boy went down the hall, hand in hand, turning off at a door to the right. When they had entered, he moved toward the door, silently, pausing in the shadows from which he could see them, sitting on the rug by the fireplace. Maria and Jake sprawled on the rug, kissing in the fire's warm glow. Talk about nostalgia, Steven thought. There was something about a fireplace, to get a girl wet in the panties. Sammi had always been a sucker for one.