Harry Stevens - Daughter_s new, hot family

He checked his watch. It was a little past noon. If he went over now to that apartment his father used for a love nest, he could be waiting for the latest occupant.

"Mmmm, hope she's as good a piece as the one before," Greg said. "But smarter, though. That other bitch was so damned dumb that she really thought she could get Pop to divorce Mom and marry her. Shit, that was guaranteed to get her a one-way ticket out of town. And left me without having that shaved pussy of hers to suck and fuck when Pop wasn't around."

A college boy, Greg had trouble fucking his share of co-eds at the Centerville campus of the state university. College girls were just to kill time, however, as far as Greg was concerned. His real kick was getting one of his father's bought-and-paid-for mistresses to cheat behind the old man's back.

"Pop thinks money can buy anything!" Greg snickered as he got ready to take stock of his father's latest possession. "Just doesn't understand that there're some things a guy can get for free. Especially when he's a young stud who's hung like yours truly!"

Greg dressed to leave. He put on his tightest jeans, the pair that showed off his crotch to the best advantage when it bulged with his big, hard cock – his pride and joy. Twelve inches his cock measured. The only guy in town hung with as much cock was his cousin, Buster.

"And poor Buster," Greg murmured, "doesn't have a rich father to keep him in shaved pussy behind the old man's back the way I do!"

Then Greg was on his way, that huge prick of his already stirring with anticipation in those tight jeans.

Kitty felt like she were walking on a cloud. All that money for new clothes, she thought, just imagine it! Back on the farm, she'd been lucky if she got a new pair of overalls once a year. And now, she even had a place of her own to live, with an elevator to take her up there.

"The top floor, Daddy said," Kitty said, bubbling with excitement. The fact that John Branch had to be her real father was second nature to her by now. "I can't wait to see it!"

When she left the elevator, the door to the apartment was open for her. She ran with wings on her feet to it, breathless when she answered. Then she realized that she already had company.

Greg stood there with a lopsided grin on his all-too-familiar face, casually leaning against the wall. Although she'd never seen him before, Kitty would have recognized him anywhere.

"Y-you look exactly the same!" she blurted at the sight of him.

"Same as which one?" he drawled. "The old man or my kid brother, Andy?"

"Both of them!" Kitty choked.

"Then that must make me Greg," he said. "Greg Branch, at your service."

"Nice to, uh, meet you. But, well, I think I can handle everything that needs to be done on my own," Kitty muttered. Then she warily asked, "Does your father know you're here?"

Greg Branch laughed. "No way! But, then again, what the old man doesn't know won't hurt him. And I'd say we have plenty of time to leave him in the dark before he shows up here."

"Plenty of time… for what?"

"Me and you, baby," Greg said in a low, forceful voice, abruptly closing the distance between Kitty and himself. "And so you won't waste your time telling me to get out, let me clue you in on something. All I have to do is tell my mom about Pop's new girlfriend, and your free ride and I'll be over before it starts!"

"Blackmail!" Kitty cried.

"Nothing else but, baby," Greg said. "Now, are you ready to pay my price?"

Kitty didn't need to ask what that was. The telltale bulge at keg's crotch told all. He expected to fuck her in return for keeping his mouth shut, Kitty knew. Kitty's cunt had suddenly caught fire.

"You got one of those shaved pussies my pop digs so much?" Greg asked, keeping Kitty cornered.

"Let me see you first," Kitty dizzily suggested. "Then I'll decide what I ought to do."

"Baby, you're as good as hooked!" Greg said boastfully.

Without hesitation, he peeled down his skintight jeans. He wore no shorts underneath, so his jutting hard-on abruptly twanged in the open – all twelve, thick, throbbing inches.

Kitty couldn't contain her response. "Ooooohhhh, God, it's soooo big! What a big cock!"

"Think you can suck the whole thing, baby? All the way down to my balls?"

Kitty knew that she could. After all, she had done the same to her cousin Buster's equally huge prick when she'd arrived in town. Before leaving the farm, she wouldn't have thought it possible to run into two such cocks, but, since she had, one cock was sure good practice for the other.

"I'll give you a blow-job you'll never forget!" she cried hornily, temporarily forgetting all about her father in favor of her big brother.

She started to drop to her knees to get into the classic cock-sucking position, but Greg stopped her, holding her upright.

"No, not yet," he told her. "First I've gotta see that pussy of yours. So I can decide if I wanna eat it while you're going down an my prick!"

Kitty was only too eager to strip for him. Greg, though, took matters into his own hands. In rough, macho style, he ripped the clothes off her body. Caught by surprise, Kitty's immediate response was to cover herself.

"Wanna bet whether or not my pussy is shaved?" she asked, keeping her hands crossed over her crotch.

"What do I get if I win?" Greg asked. "The best sixty-nine you ever had!"

"And if I lose?"

"The same thing."

"Sounds fair to me. Yeah, sounding more and more like you're my kinda girl!"

Kitty let her hands flutter away. And there it was – her hairless pussy – shaved to perfection and as bald as a baby's ass.

"You like?" she confidently asked. Greg answered by sweeping her off her feet, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. There he stretched her out in all her glory, then straddled her from above, looking down on her shorn cunt.

"Yes, the best sixty-nine you ever had," Kitty repeated, then angled his hard-on to her mouth to fold her lips around his swollen cock-head.

"Baby, you sure as hell ain't getting less from me than you're giving me!" Greg vowed, then took the slurping plunge between her spread thighs.

Deep-throating his cock, Kitty felt his tongue simultaneously squirming in her pussy. God, she thought, it felt like he was turning an oral cock loose in her cunt at the same time she was suck big his prick.

When Greg had reamed her cunt to his tongue's root, Kitty had swallowed his prick to his balls. The combined penetration unhinged her senses and she climaxed on the spot.

"Oh, baby, you're cumming!" Greg moaned at her crotch. "I can feel you cumming for me. Taste you cumming…"

His voice trailed off into a thirsty gurgle as he gulped down a generous sample of Kitty's orgasmic pussy-juice. Meanwhile, she was using her mouth like a second cunt on his cock, making him fuck her mouth.

As much as she came herself, Kitty knew the best part of the sixty-nine for both her and Greg would be when he finally came, too. So, priming his supply of jizz, she squeezed his balls with one hand and finger-fucked his asshole with a surging finger of the other.

"Jesus, baby!" he moaned from the bald nest of her cunt. "You go after a guy's cum no holds barred, don't you?"

In reply, Kitty sucked, squeezed and finger fucked all the harder.

"Well, shit, I'm only human," Greg mowed. "So, baby, you got it!"

His cock erupted at the depths of Kitty's throat. It took quite a girl to keep up with the amount of scalding jizz which flowed, but Kitty was more than enough cocksucker to get the job done. Every last drop was her goal, and she didn't let up on her greedy suction until the final dribble from her big brother's big cocks was warming her belly.

"Damn, you drank it all, didn't you?" Greg exclaimed, praising her performance, finally pulling out on top of the completed sixty-nine.