Don Scott: Incestuous neighbors

Ginger held tightly onto her brother, her arms around his neck as he fucked her hard and fast. She could barely breathe as he continued to pound her against the door. The ecstasy and pleasure that she felt at being fucked by her own brother was overpowering all other emotions and sensations.

When the last of his cum had been squirted into Ginger's cunt, Tom sighed and leaned against his sister, keeping her back against the door. She slipped her foot down from his waist, placing both feet on the floor now. Tom tenderly kissed the top of Ginger's head, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her silky blonde hair. His cock slipped out of Ginger's pussy.

"Oh, Tom, I can't believe what we've just done," Ginger said, wrapping her arms around her brother's slender waist. The sensation of having her own nipples rubbing against his warm body was exhilarating. There were thousands of little tingles exploding all over Ginger's skin from the orgasm that had just ripped through her body. "You've got to leave now. This instant, Tom. And you've got to keep what happened here today a secret."

When Tom left, Ginger slipped back into the tub and let the warm water soothe the dull throbbing of her hipbones. Tom had fucked her pretty hard, but Ginger had loved every minute of it.

It was late afternoon by the time Ginger got around to getting dressed and thinking about enjoying the beautiful weather. Looking out her window, she saw her neighbor, Misty's father. Paul, she decided, was a rather good-looking man. On previous occasions when she stayed overnight with Misty she had noticed Paul looking at her with interest. Though he had tried to hide it, Ginger was fairly certain that Paul had the hots for her.

"Hmmmmmmm," the girl murmured, watching him as he puttered around the yard, cleaning up twigs and things.

Ginger decided she should see what Misty was doing. Misty was Ginger's best friend, even though they didn't have much in common. Misty was dating Tom, Ginger knew, but she doubted if the two of them had ever fucked. Several weeks earlier Misty had confided that she was still a virgin. Misty also confessed that she was more than just a little afraid of sex, even though she was dying to have her sweet young pussy filled with Tom's cock.

Ginger suspected that Misty was a little on the frigid side. Misty said she enjoyed making out with Tom and letting him feel her tits, but something inside her just refused to let him touch her pussy. She had flatly refused Tom when he tried to put her hand between his legs. The thought of touching Tom's cock, Misty had said on that quiet evening she was alone with Ginger, was not one she found sexy or exciting at all.

Ginger turned away from the window. Her mind was spinning as she pondered the fate of her best friend and her brother. It didn't make sense to Ginger that Misty should deny herself. And knowing how sexual Tom was, Ginger was certain that Tom was going out of his mind with lust. That was probably why he couldn't get his cock to go down even after she had sucked on his balls and jerked him off. He needed to fuck Ginger, his own sister, because Misty wasn't doing anything for him.

"I wonder what I can do to get Misty to loosen up same," Ginger muttered to her se if as she stepped into a pair of white bikini panties. "There's got to be something I can do for her… other than fucking Tom for her, that is," she said, giggling softly as the memory of taking her brother's incredibly long cock into her pussy came back to her.

From her chest of drawers Ginger took out a pair of silk jogging shorts that showed off her fine legs and shapely ass, and a light pullover shirt that was tight enough to show off the luscious swells of her tits, with their nubby, always-erect nipples. Lastly she stepped into a pair of open-toed, high-heeled sandals and felt ready to start her day.

Paul watched Ginger walking toward him. The tingling in his balls told him he was getting turned on by her, just as he did every time she was around him. Sometimes he cursed himself and his daughter, Misty, for ever getting anywhere near Ginger. When she stayed overnight with Misty, Paul was always tempted to sneak into Misty's bedroom in the dead of night, spread Ginger's slender thighs as she slept, and fuck his cock hard and fast into her young cunt.

"Good morning," Ginger said, smiling brightly as she stepped up to Paul.

"Good morning, Ginger," Paul replied, trying not to notice how lovely the teenager looked. "How are you today?"

"Just fine, sir." Ginger put her hands on her hips and flashed Paul a dazzling, toothy smile. She knew the impact she was having on him. "And yourself? How do you feel on this sunny day?"

Is she teasing me? Paul wondered. He tried to keep his eyes from straying down to Ginger's tits, but failed. The nipples that capped Ginger's tits were making dents in the sheer fabric of her blouse, and Paul felt his cock give a little jump when he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. There was nothing unusual in that, though. Ginger, Paul had noticed, very rarely wore a bra.

Ginger waited for Paul to say something. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her tits and it excited her. Her nipples tingled with anticipation. The whole notion of fucking her own brother, and then fucking her best friend's father, all on the same day seemed utterly and terribly, blissfully, tantalizingly erotic.

"Well, I've come to see what Misty's doing. Is she inside?" Ginger finally asked.

"Yeah. Just go on in. You'll find her somewhere."

As Ginger walked toward the house, she could again feel the burning heat of Paul's stare as he devoured her ass with his eyes. She wished she had the courage to come right out and ask Paul if he wanted to fuck her, but she didn't have that kind of courage. Nevertheless, as Ginger walked slowly toward the house, taking her time so Paul could have a good, long look at her body, she was already plotting ways of seducing him.

Ginger found Misty in her room. Misty was on her back on the bed, her eyes closed, taking an afternoon nap. Ginger smiled. She'd never known anyone who could sleep as much as Misty.

Standing at the side of the bed, Ginger looked at her friend. Misty's rather oval-shaped face was cute, passive, innocent. Ginger wondered what it would be like to touch her lips to Misty's, to taste her friend's mouth and caress her silken flesh. The thoughts that filtered through Ginger's mind made her cunt and clit tingle a little, and she could feel pussy-juice moistening the lips of her cunt.

She stepped around the bed and moved to the window. Paul was still in the yard, making sure that his lawn looked the best in the entire block. He seemed to take great pride in the upkeep of his house and lawn, though Ginger couldn't understand why.

When Paul noticed Ginger standing at the window, a flutter of excitement zipped up the girl's spine. Paul wanted her and Ginger knew it… and that made her want him. She smiled at Paul, her supple, sensual lips red with lip gloss, her eyelashes darkened by mascara, her eyes highlighted with pale green shadow that enhanced the beauty of her jade eyes.

For the longest time the two of them stood facing each other, looking at each other, knowing how horny they both were yet unwilling or unable to do anything about their feelings. Then, at last, it was Ginger who broke the walls between them. She allowed the tip of her tongue to play very slowly, very erotically around her mouth. She licked her lips, making them glisten and shine.

Hot damn! Paul thought, his eyes wide with shock as he watched the teenager's lewd, enticing conduct. She wants to suck me! The little tramp wants to give me a blow-job!

The thought that Ginger might just be a little teaser, a teenager who tantalizes men then doesn't follow through with her hints, came to Paul. He hoped like hell Ginger wasn't a cock-teaser.