Donna Allen: Brother_s naughty family

He held her hip with one hand and pushed his cockhead against her shitter with the other. "You don't have an ass-cherry? Do you?" he said.

"No, but I haven't done it since I was married to Steve."

"Well, just relax and big brother will handle everything."

He lodged his cockhead against her shitter and pushed her asscheeks together. He stroked her creamy skin and leaned over and ran a string of tiny wet kisses up and down her spine.

She envied Barbara then, envied her like she'd never envied another woman. Cliff was not only a wonderful lover, but he was affectionate too and that kind of man wasn't easy to find.

She craned her neck and met his gaze, happy that she was giving him her nice tight asshole to fuck. She remembered the way it had been when Steve had fucked her bung. It had hurt like hell at first, but then the pleasure had been mind-boggling.

Now he moved his cockhead up and down her asscrack. He stabbed it against her butthole, lubricating the tiny puckered ring with his cock-cream.

Her asshole automatically clamped shut and he slapped her assflesh. "Open up," he said.

She forced herself to relax then. His hands gripped both her hips and he brushed his fucktube over her asscheeks. Then he pulled her round melons apart and compressed his cockhead until it was small enough to slide inside her bung.

Linda opened her mouth to speak, but only a long low wail came out of her throat. He pulled out then and rubbed his dickhead around her cunt-slit.

"I'll get you good and wet, honey," he said. "You're real small back here. Real small and tight. Almost like virgin-ass."

She panted as he stroked his fuckpole around her juicy twat. He oiled up his knob and shaft and returned his fuck-stick to her butt-hole.

"Yeah, that's better," he said as his cockhead popped inside her shitter.

"OH, CLIFF!" she gasped.

"Hurt?"

"No! It's wonderful!"

"You ain't felt nothin' yet!" he chuckled.

And then he pushed forward, filling her bowels with his thick hard male-meat. His dick seared her insides and brought her off immediately. But the orgasm only made her hotter for more.

"Relax, relax," he chanted as she begged him for more. "I'm not going anywhere. There's plenty where that came from."

He pulled out, leaving only his cockhead inside her asshole. Then he plunged forward, filling her bowels with his stiff prong. Her asscheeks jiggled with every movement and he moved a hand to her cunt and began rubbing her overheated snatch.

"Do you want me to frig your pussy?" he said.

"Oh, yes!"

"I thought you'd like that," he said, sliding two fingers into her cunthole. "And how about a little action on your cunt?" he murmured. "Would you like big brother to play with your clittie?"

"Oh, God, Cliff, don't tease me! Just do it!"

He chuckled then and frigged her gash while he fucked her shitter. His hips moved like pistons as his cock slammed in and out of her shitchute.

He corkscrewed his prick in and out of her shitter while he played with her pussy. Linda had never been so turned on in her life. Steve had been a good cocksman, but nothing like this.

She came again, her asshole damping down on his dick. But still Cliff controlled his own climax and continued spearing his dick in and out of her butt.

"I'm gonna come soon, Sis," he grunted, slowing down his movements.

"Oh, God, Cliff, don't stop fucking me!" she shrieked.

But he paid no heed to her words. "I'm almost there!" he shouted. "Here I go!"

And then he exploded in a wild frenzy of fucking. He split her butt in two, but the force of his thrusts only made her hotter.

She pushed her ass back to meet his strokes. And then they came together, his jism filling her bowels and bringing her off. "What a fuckin' enema," he snickered as he pulled his dick out of her ass and collapsed on the bed. "Just like the ones Mom used to give us, huh?"

"Oh, Cliff, it was wonderful!" she panted, curling herself against him.

"Your big brother's not such a bad fucker, huh?" he chuckled.

"My big brother's the best," she murmured, crossing one thigh over his hip.

"It'll be our secret, huh, Sis?" he said a few minutes later when he rose up from the bed and began dressing. "I sure wouldn't want Barb to find out about it."

"Of course it's our secret," she said, her cheeks pink, unable to meet his eyes. "I don't know whatever got into me anyway."

And later when she thought about it, she blushed again. Well, now, I've let my own brother fuck me and in a perverted way too, she thought. God, forgive me, I've committed the worst sin of all. The sin of incest!

Linda was guilt-ridden. Since she and Cliff had given in to their lust, she hadn't been able to look Barbara in the eyes. Again and again Barbara asked her what was wrong, but Linda always told her she just had a headache.

One day the two women were shopping in town. Barbara was trying on dresses in a fancy department store and Linda was sitting and watching her.

"What do you think of this?" Barbara said, running her hands over her hips. "Pretty sexy, huh?"

"You'd look sexy in anything," Linda smiled, gazing at the blue satin hugging Barbara's ass.

"You're not too bad yourself," Barbara said, pulling the dress over her head. "It's pretty, but too expensive. Let's see what this one is like."

She picked up a halter-topped knit and slipped into it. She tied the halter top and wiggled around until she was satisfied. "This is more like it," she said. "Tight enough to make Cliff happy and not so expensive it breaks the budget."

She called out to the salesgirl and told her she wanted to buy the dress. "Cliff sometimes uses me as hostess in the restaurant," she said. "Especially now when the summer's almost over. You know, the kids are going back to college and quit early so they have a few weeks off. I don't mind. In fact it's kind of fun. I get to meet a lot of guys that way."

"Oh, Barbara, you'd never look at another man," Linda said.

The sultry blonde slipped into her own clothes and winked at Linda. "Don't be too sure about that," she said. "Cliff and I both have our little flings. Does that surprise you?"

Linda stared at her a moment and then shook her head. "Not entirely."

"Of course not," Barbara said, standing in front of the full-length mirror and admiring her curves. "Not bad for an old lady with two teenage kids, huh?"

She continued turning and twisting as they waited for the salesgirl to bring her package. "You're real quiet lately, hon," Barbara said. "And don't give me that shit about a headache. Something's on your mind and I know it. Come on, tell Barbara all about it."

"It's nothing, honest," Linda said, rising up. "Really."

"Bullshit, honey," Barbara said, accepting her package from the salesgirl and following Linda out of the dressing room. "Ever since I mentioned that Cliff and I both have our little flings, you've been quiet as a mouse and you turned a little pale. If I guess what's been going on, will you tell me if I'm right."

"Sure, I guess so," Linda stammered as they walked into the elevator.

"Wait until we get downstairs," Barbara whispered in the crowded elevator. "Whoops!" she giggled, turning around when she felt a hand on her ass.

The man behind her was about forty-five and he pretended to be absorbed in his newspaper. When they reached the ground floor, he disappeared in the crowd.

"Can you beat that?" Barbara giggled. "That son-of-a-gun goosed me!"

She took Linda's arm and they left the store. As they walked to the parking lot, Barbara continued talking and Linda felt a little faint. She'd told her sister-in-law she would tell her if she guessed what was wrong, but did she dare? And if she did, would Barbara still want her around? Linda had pretty much decided to move here and now that her plans were formulated, she didn't want everything fouled up because she and Cliff had made one mistake.