Harry Stevens: Hot sister next door

"God, I love it!" she crooned. "I'm coming so fucking much! Don't let up on me until you're coming, too, Brad! Until your cock's filling me with hot jizz!"

Cindy's mention of it made Brad aware that he was on the brink of his long-delayed climax. Before he unloaded, though, he'd make one last attempt to dominate the action, go out with a macho flourish.

Somehow holding back his cum for an additional moment, Brad grabbed double fistfuls of Cindy's hair. Snapping her head back for leverage, he drove his prick into her ass deeper than ever before. He was into her guts, feeling the gooey heat of her shit around his cock. And then he twisted his hilted fuck tool like he had a drill between his legs.

"Suffer, bitch, suffer!" he hissed, anxious to get the best of Cindy before his spurting prick ended the ass-fuck.

And on cue, she screamed for him. Screamed so loudly that it was easy for Brad to imagine that he'd finally succeeded in punishing her more than she could stand.

However, Cindy had miscalculated. As it would turn out, Brad wouldn't be the only one with the mistaken impression that he'd brutally raped her. She and be may have grown used to the notion that sex lifted them into a world of their own, but for the first time since they'd become lovers they were about to be confronted by an all-too-familiar intruder.

She heard the scream when she was pulling into the driveway, home early from her office job because of a headache. There was no doubt in her mind who it was. A mother knows when it's her only daughter who's in trouble – terrible trouble.

She ran into the, house through the kitchen door, picking up the first thing she found to use as a weapon in case the worst was happening. And then clutching the butcher knife, she closed in on her daughter's screams, a single word drumming in her head, the ugliest word in any woman's vocabulary.

"Rape," she painfully managed to say it aloud, then stabbed the air with the knife in preparation for driving it into the black heart of her little girl's attacker.

Now she was at the bedroom door. It was closed, with the screams coming from inside. She kicked it open.

And having expected the worst, she discovered that she'd underestimated the case.

"My God!" she choked, her heart stopping at the sight before her.

The obscene spectacle of her naked daughter tied to the bed and being assaulted from behind like an animal was bad enough. However, it wasn't just the apparent rape that broke the heart of Cindy's mother. The identity of the attacker was the real horror.

"Brad!" she called, reaching the edge of the creaking bed.

He looked at her just as his cock erupted in Cindy's ass. And now the horror was his.

"M-Mom," Brad stammered in shock, helpless to stop his cock from spurting.

The reply from his and Cindy's mother was uttered a tortured word at a time, as if she were in a trance. "You've-raped-your-own-sister."

And then, her ass bloating with her brother's cum, Cindy blurted out, "No, Mom, it's not what it looks like! Not Brad's fault! I made him tie me up and fuck me in the ass!" Looking back at it over the years, Cindy wondered, how she could have possibly thought that what she'd said at that moment would make it any easier on her mother. Almost anything else might have prevented what happened next.

"Wh-what?" her mother had sputtered with disbelief. "Brad and I have been fucking for months," Cindy had continued to blunder on, almost bragging about her incestuous affair with her brother.

"No!" was the gasping reply, the children's mother so near to them now that her shadow fell across their naked bodies when she raised the knife in her hand.

The shank, of cold steel flashed in the air, plunging toward a vital target. Somehow, Brad had managed to react. At the last instant, he swung out his arm and stopped his mother from piercing the heart at which she'd aimed.

Her own.

"Let me die!" she'd sobbed, slumping to the floor in despair after the knife had clattered there first. "Can't live with this, just can't."

She'd reached for the knife again. Brad was there to kick it away. Then he and Cindy had stared at their hysterical mother, realizing all too well that she was the ultimate victim of their reckless incest.

The years had passed quickly. Cindy had two children of her own, Randy and Tina, who were almost as old now as she and her brother had been the last time they'd seen each other. Tom was a good enough husband and Cindy was content – until now.

The passion Cindy felt was directed toward another man, the man next door, her own brother. After all this time, Brad was still the only one who could put this fire between her legs so that she thought with her cunt instead of her brain.

"It can't be," he muttered. "God, not right next door."

She'd told him she'd spotted him with the real estate agent the week before. No, she hadn't told anyone he was her brother, just praying that he'd be as uninterested in the rundown house as everybody else had been. But then the sign had come down and it was too late for her to act.

"You're right," Brad gulped in reply. "I've already made the down payment."

There was an ear-splitting silence over the wire.

Then Cindy said, "Well, looks like we've got to make the best of it, huh? We're both a lot older. Since we'll be neighbors, can't we be friends?"

"I dunno," Brad muttered.

"At least let's talk about it," Cindy suggested. "I'll come over. Just live next door, y'know."

She'd hung up before Brad could answer. Now he waited in a cold sweat, still refusing to believe that his sister would actually appear.

But that was the front door opening. The footsteps that clicked across the uncarpeted floor were definitely female. And then, from out of the past, there she was.

"Cindy," brother said to sister.

"Brad," she called.

Then her gaze fell below his belt. His rigid cock throbbed inside his pants now, leaving no secret about his arousal.

"Yes or no?" she whispered to him with stark simplicity.

He tried to speak. His throat was so dry, though, that no sound emerged. But he nodded. Cindy was already unbuttoning her blouse. With no bra underneath, her bare tits spilled into view, the nipples as pink and stiff as Brad remembered them. Her skirt was next to go after she kicked off her shoes. All it took was the lowering of the zipper, a switch of her hips, and wearing no panties or stockings, Cindy was suddenly stark naked before her open-mouthed brother.

"Now it's your turn," she purred.

Brad's hands went to his shirt. He was all thumbs as he clumsily shed it to reveal his muscular torso. But it was even worse when he dealt with his pants. All he had accomplished was unbuckling his belt before he was trembling so badly that his fingers were useless.

"Need some help?" Cindy asked.

Still speechless, Brad nodded once again.

She knelt in front of him. Brad heard the clasp snap and the zipper whine. Then he felt her hot hands inside the elastic of his shorts. There was a rustling sound as his underwear and his pants were pulled down his legs, and he felt the still air on his uncovered ass.

"Mmmm," Cindy sighed. "I see everything's just like I left it."

He watched her greedy mouth slurp down his blue-veined cockshaft. She'd always been able to swallow the whole thing, he remembered. Indeed, how could he forget it? He'd thought of it every time his wife had failed to deep-throat his big cock over the years.

"All of it," he heard himself say, finally breaking his silence with uncontrollable urgency. "Can you still take all of it, Sis?"

Cindy answered with results, not words. Bearing down, she swallowed her brother's massive hard-on to the root.

"You're the only one, Sis. Still the only one who's ever sucked all of my cock," Brad revealed. "Christ, it's been so long since I fucked your mouth. Too damned long."