Harry Stevens: Hot sister next door

Her voice softened into a coaxing purr.

"Trust me," he finished.

And her brother's cock began to withdraw from her cunt. Cindy knew how well-greased with her pussy juice it must be, knew how easily it would slide into her eager asshole if Brad didn't lose his nerve.

Then his prick was all the way out of her cunt. She put her hand down to find out if he wanted her to help make the switch from her juiciest fuckhole to her tightest one.

"Yes," Brad murmured when her fingertips brushed his slippery fuck tool. "Put it in for me, Sis. Put my cock in your ass."

Cindy fit the knob into her puckered opening. Then she lifted her thighs in a wide arc, creating a better target.

"Ready?" she asked her sweating brother.

"As I'll ever be."

Getting a good grip around his prick's thick shaft, Cindy jerked her wrist. His cockhead surged into her ass, even more easily than she'd expected. Another jerk and several inches of his prickshaft were inside her narrow shitter.

"I can take your whole cock if you want me to," she excitedly told her brother.

"It's up to you, Sis!" Brad gasped.

Cindy tugged his prick with her hand, and pushed up from the floor with her hips. It worked like a charm, forcing all his prick meat inside her to her brother's balls.

"I've got every inch of your cock in my ass," she moaned. "Now fuck me with it. Fuck me until you come like you've never come before, Brad."

She reached underneath and squeezed his balls to get him going. His prick flexed, then began to move back and forth. Already Cindy could feel sensual electricity in the nerve endings, which linked her ass to her cunt.

It was, of course, her brother's climax that was the main concern at this point. However, while she waited for his cock to erupt in her bowels, Cindy couldn't avoid coming again, herself. Not that it did anything but help Brad's cause. For as her asshole orgasmically spasmed, the friction applied to his butt-fucking prick more than doubled.

"This is it, Sis!" Brad soon reported.

"Then shoot it, stud, shoot it into me!" Cindy cried. "All that jizz straight up my ass!"

She tugged at his balls, forcing his cock in to the hilt for the moment of truth.

"Now!" she screamed.

"Oh, yeah, now, now, now," Brad groaned with release. "Now – at last."

His cock was spurting. The cum arrived in liquid blasts, scalding blasts of creamy fire that seared his sister's bowels.

"More! More! More!" Cindy begged.

Brad grabbed her legs, bending them back over her head so her body was jackknifed while he leaned on top of her with his full weight. Angling straight down into her ass, his climaxing prick bloated her with its gushing jizz. Would he ever stop coming? God, Cindy thought, she hoped not.

But then Brad swallowed a breath so deep that it made his eyes pop, fired off a final burst of jism, and at last his balls were drained. Sliding from on top of Cindy, he dragged her legs down with him as his spent prick retreated in her sloppy asshole.

"I'm done," he croaked. "Nothing left to give. You fucked the last drop of cum out of me, Sis. It'd all in your ass now."

"Mmmmm, right where it belongs," Cindy crooned, feeling more fucked than she ever had in her life. "You did just perfect, Brad. It was worth the wait."

And then she took her brother's head. It just seemed like the natural thing to do. When she guided his mouth to one of her big tits, he automatically began sucking her nipple like a hungry baby.

"Nothing can keep us apart anymore, darling," she crooned in a lullaby tone. "Welcome home."

The truck parked in front of her brother's address. And like a lonely child who was excited because a new family on the block meant a new playmate, Cindy watched the comings and goings of the moving men as they filled the empty house with furniture.

"It's really going to happen," she sighed more than once, feeling as though she ought to pinch herself to be sure she wasn't dreaming.

Then, suddenly interrupted from behind, she heard, "What in the world are you talking to yourself about, hon?"

"Tom!" Cindy blurted her husband's name as if he were the last person she expected to see.

Cindy could see from the gleam in Tom's eyes and the bulge at his crotch that he wanted to fuck her. The idea of anybody's cock in her cunt except her brother's made her sick. But how could she keep her own husband out of her pants when the piece of ass he wanted was rightfully his? Especially when she hadn't put out for him since last month.

Since nothing had been openly said so far about sex, Cindy tried to keep the subject away from it. Maybe if she rattled on enough, Tom would lose interest and go wash the car.

"New neighbors," she said gesturing toward the window.

He had just unzipped his fly.

"Right now," he said, "it's just me and you."

He pulled his cock out of his pants. His prick was rigid with arousal, blue veins rippling along his thick cockshaft.

"Please, Tom," she muttered. "I'm not in the mood."

"If I waited for that, I'd forget how to get it up," Tom spat, angry now. "Maybe it's time I just started taking what's mine!"

He backed Cindy into a corner, the head of his cock jabbing her belly like the barrel of a gun.

"I'm going to fuck you, Goddamn it!" he seethed. "With your cooperation or without it! Now get out of those clothes and onto that bed. I want you naked for me, with your legs spread wide open so you're all cunt for my big cock."

Cindy had never heard her husband talk this way. It saddened her, for the one thing she'd always been able to count on in her marriage was that Tom was a nice guy.

"You don't know what you're saying, Tom!"

"Oh, yeah?" he snarled. "Well, like they say, actions speak louder than words." He ripped Cindy's blouse down the front. Heaving in exposure, her tits were barely contained by her bra. Then it was also gone after a tug from Tom's big hand, leaving Cindy naked from the waist up.

Now, as she froze with panic at the thought of being brutally raped by her own husband, Tom gripped her hips. His fingers dug under the waistband of her slacks, then flexed with masculine power until the top button snapped and the zipper split open. An instant later, only her bikini panties remained.

Tom left the panties on when he wrestled her onto the bed. Only then did he touch them, hooking a finger under the crotch-band and pulling the elastic from the well of Cindy's quivering thighs.

"These I'm going to suck right off your cunt like spaghetti off a fork. Even if I have to tie you down to do it. Then I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Hard, fast and mean."

"That's rape," Cindy choked.

"Won't get any argument about that out of me, bitch," Tom cruelly chuckled. "So why don't you just follow the advice your mama must've given you. Relax and enjoy it." "I'd die first!" Tom cracked her across the face. It was the first time in their marriage that he'd ever hit her. Suddenly woozy, Cindy felt the fight seep out of her. Her vision fogged from the brain rattling impact of the blow, she thought she saw her husband leaving the bed. But she was too stunned to do anything about it. And then he was definitely back, clutching something in his hands.

Tom rasped, "Your pantyhose ought to work real well on your ankles and wrists. Tie you into a pretty, little package."

He quickly lashed Cindy to the bed frame, obscenely spread eagling her. Never had she felt so helpless.

"Now for those panties."

He knelt down into the well of Cindy's forcibly stretched thighs, burrowing between them. Then his mouth was on the crotch of her panties, sucking the flimsy panel of fabric between his teeth. Cindy could feel his hot breath and slimy spit on her cunt as he tugged. It made her want to vomit.