Harry Stevens: Hot sister next door

Cindy Ryan had been struggling with her willpower all day. Once again she stared at the phone. Her right hand started to reach for it, but then her left hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm back to stop her from making the call.

"N-no," she stammered. "Don't do it. You have nothing to say to him."

Then another voice, this one in her head, reminded Cindy that regardless of whether she called him, sooner or later there would have to be a confrontation with Brad. After all, he was living right next door now. She couldn't avoid him forever.

The anniversary of their parting was this August seventeenth. Kennedy had still been the president then. But it seemed like yesterday, as Cindy involuntarily recalled every detail of that fateful day when she and Brad were both still teenagers.

They had been naked, in bed together, the same as so many times before. Indeed, they had become so used to the situation that they had all but forgotten the risk they were taking by being lovers. It was a mistake which would change both of their lives forever.

However, in their casual recklessness they'd had no way of knowing this on that August seventeenth. The only thing which mattered to them at the time was being alone to do whatever they pleased to one another.

"Got it hard for me yet?" Cindy had giggled to Brad as they lay side by side under the cool sheets.

And Brad had laughed, "Maybe this time I'm not gonna make it so easy for you. You want me hard, then you'll have to work for it. Otherwise, ain't nothin' happening."

"You bastard," she said, not anything like angry, yet too surprised by Brad's uncharacteristic resistance to be as playful as she ordinarily was when they were in bed.

Usually they were so horny for each other that Brad had his cock in her cunt and was fucking her almost as soon as their clothes were off. It wasn't until she had a pussyful of hot jizz that either of them could relax enough to slow down the pace.

But today Brad insisted on being stubborn, even wiggling his limp prick between his thumb and forefinger to frustrate Cindy before he covered himself up again.

"It's all up to you," he teased. "I'm gonna just lay here and do nothin'. 'Cept maybe read this magazine."

Then as Brad pretended to ignore her in favor of the magazine, Cindy slithered out of sight under the covers. Now he could smell the sweaty masculinity of his crotch in the darkness. Her tongue flicked out. The salty flavor of his balls made her tastebud tingle and she was licking beneath them into the crack of Brad's ass.

She felt his hips twitch. When she swished her tongue's tip around the pucker, Brad's asshole pulsated.

Then Cindy drew her tongue back from Brad's asshole. She popped one of his balls into her mouth, her suction pulling it in its sac. And after doing the same thing with the other one, she took both of them at the same time. Her checks bulging, she wetly slurped for at least a solid minute.

There was still no direct response from Brad. But even from down below, Cindy heard the ragged edge of his breath as it uncontrollably quickened.

Next she released his throbbing balls and went for the clincher. Licking up the underside of his cock, she couldn't help but be triumphantly aware of the growing hardness she'd caused. Now, to make it total.

His cockhead was quickly in her mouth. She felt the rush of blood when she bore down along his expanding prick shaft.

When his young cock was completely stiff, it measured ten inches. That's how much Cindy had just swallowed, for she had just deep throated a fully aroused Brad to his churning balls.

And he was openly admitting, "Oh, I'm ready. Soooo ready!"

Brad reached down for Cindy. He wanted to fuck her now. But burrowing between his legs, she'd neither budge nor end the blowjob.

Cindy had every intention of releasing Brad's cock before he came. That didn't mean, though, that the next stop for his hard-on was in her pussy. No, not until she'd tested Brad more than this. Maybe he'd started this game, but as far as Cindy was concerned, damn, if she wasn't going to finish it on her terms.

So for now she continued sucking prick, but carefully, hard enough to keep Brad's balls in a turmoil, yet with enough caution to keep them just short of erupting.

Then, finally, she spit out his prick. Believing that she'd decided to cooperate, Brad made a grab for her, planning to flip her over so he could wedge between her thighs to thrust his cock into her cunt and fuck her at last.

However, groping beneath the covers, Brad wound up empty-handed. For Cindy had just darted away, jumping out of bed. When Brad looked up, she stood there with a mocking grin on her face.

"What the hell is this?" he panted. "First you suck me, then you won't fuck me."

Cindy just smirked.

"Okay, all right," Brad rasped, with his hopelessly aroused cock red and stiff with frustration. "I'm begging you, Cindy. That's what you wanted, isn't it? I'm begging you for a fuck."

Speaking now, Cindy told him, "That's not enough anymore, Brad. If you want a piece of ass you'll have to earn it. Have to take it."

"Jesus!" he gulped. "What do I have to do? Rape you, for Christ's sake?"

"If you've got the balls," Cindy answered without hesitation.

"Don't push me…"

"Oh, but I am."

After saying this, Cindy put a foot up on a chair so her pussylips showed as they parted. She ran a finger up the groove of her cunt, from her asshole to her cunt, then brought it to her mouth and tasted it. If anything, Brad's cock got even harder.

Brad choked, "I'm warning you. I've got my limit."

To which Cindy saucily replied, "And I'm taking you past it."

"Bitch!" Brad hissed.

He leapt from the bed. Cindy danced away from him. In his awkward haste, he landed on his knees, his rigid prick twanging from the impact.

"Catch me if you, can," Cindy lilted.

Still on his knees, Brad scrambled after her. She slipped and dodged away from him, taunting him with laughter. However, although she seemed to zig whenever he zagged, Cindy eventually ran out of space and was finally cornered.

On a chair, she stood. Brad grabbed her ankles.

"Got you now!" he grunted.

"But what're you gonna do about it?" Cindy challenged.

"Bitch!" Brad repeated.

He snatched her legs out from under, her. She landed on her ass in the chair with a thump that made the springs squeal. Then it was Cindy, herself, who squealed. Because, with his right hand looping forth in a blurred arc, Brad had just slapped her flush across the face.

However, quickly recovering, Cindy shot back, "Is that all the harder you can hit?"

Brad slapped her again. This time, though, the element of surprise was on Cindy's side. For with a lightning reflex, she slapped him back.

And all at once, they were trading blows. Brad was stronger, but Cindy was more accurate. Several of his clubbing attempts were warded off, while every one of her sharp smacks found their target.

"You've got to do better than this," Cindy taunted.

His eyes blazing, Brad charged her. Cindy squirmed, but now his superior masculine strength was too much for her. Abruptly, she went limp. Seizing his advantage, Brad whipped one of her arms behind her in a hammerlock.

The leverage lifted Cindy out of the chair as if she were weightless. Now on his feet and behind her with his free arm around her neck, Brad guided her toward the bed. She was aware of his cock surging between her thighs from the rear as he manhandled her.

He wrestled her onto the mattress, pinning her face-down beneath him. Then he lowered his mouth to the side of her head, his words spitting directly into her ear.