Donna Allen: Brother_s naughty family

Then she stuffed two fingers into her pussy and brought herself off as she thought about what it would be like to fuck her brother.

Darcy Field threw her tennis racket down and put her hands on her hips. "That's enough for now," she said, wiping her forehead with her sleeve. "I'm going to have a swim."

"Oh, come on, Sis," Tommy said, bouncing a ball up and down. "One more game."

"No," the little redhead said, her heart pounding. "We'll play again later if you want to."

She walked off the court, gazing back at her older brother who was hitting a ball with his racket. She didn't know when she'd first become turned-on to Tommy, but her horniness was getting out of hand.

The redhead walked to the pool area and looked around for an empty glider. Her father didn't like when anyone in the family used a glider if the resort was crowded. But this was a weekday and there weren't too many people around.

She shot a smile to one of the poolboys and stretched out on a glider. She wore a bikini under her tennis shorts and tee-shirt, but she didn't bother undressing yet. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the glider as she thought about her brother.

She knew it was wrong to want to fuck her own brother. In fact it was a sin. Incest. That strange and dark word. Her mother seemed to sense that Darcy was attracted to Tommy and discouraged it by telling her daughter that nice people suppressed urges like that.

The pert teenager pushed her tits out and smiled as she thought about her brother. She'd noticed him staring at her tits lately. Her tits had been like two walnuts until six months ago. And then suddenly, almost overnight, they'd sprouted and grown until now they were like two good-sized cantaloupes.

When her mother wasn't around, she hardly ever wore a bra. Like today. When she and Tommy decided to play tennis, the teenager decided not to wear one. She wanted her titties to bounce around. She wanted her big brother to notice them. And he had.

She knew that was why she'd beaten him. He'd never stopped staring at her jugs. She opened her eyes now and glanced down at her boobs. God, it was nice to finally have tits! The twin peaks pushed against the bondage of her tee-shirt and wobbled as she moved.

She noticed several of the poolboys leering at her, but she ignored them. A few of them were cute and she dated them occasionally. But right at the moment the only boy who really mattered was her brother.

"How come you're not in the water, shrimp," Tommy puffed, dropping down on the glider next to her, and Darcy opened her eyes with a grin.

"Don't call me shrimp," she said, eyeing his crotch. For an instant she caught a glimpse of his dick when he moved his leg a certain way.

"It's your name, isn't it?" he teased, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun.

"Haven't you noticed I've grown?" she smiled, pushing out her tits.

"Yeah, I've noticed," he said, turning his head away.

"Well, don't you like them?" she said, deliberately jiggling her boobs.

"Shit, you're my sister!"

"So what? All the other boys like them."

He didn't answer and the little redhead moved her legs apart to give him a look at her crotch. Her own eyes were glued to his fly and she smiled when she saw the bulge inside pulsate.

"I think you like them but don't want to admit it," she giggled, crossing one leg over the other. "That's what I think."

"Fuck you," he said, rising up from his glider and jumping into the water.

Darcy rose up then and pulled her tee-shirt over her head. Then she fumbled with her shorts until they too were off and then she jumped into the water and swam to the deep end next to Tommy.

"Hey, Sis, watch it!" he said as she dove down and tried to swim between his legs.

She rose to the surface then and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Let me swim between your legs like I used to when we were kids."

"Naw, we're too old for that stuff," he said.

"Please!" she said, wrapping her legs around his waist and floating weightlessly. "Well, okay," he said. "Just once."

She squealed as she dove down into the water and opened her eyes. His legs were wide apart and she began to swim through them. When she reached his crotch, she stopped and slid her hand inside his trunks.

"Jesus Christ!" he cried, moving out of her grasp.

The little redhead swam to the surface then and again tried to wrap her arms around his neck, but this time he broke away.

"Jesus, shrimp, cut it out!" he said, swimming to the edge of the pool and climbing out.

She watched him as he walked to the diving board andjumped, off. Her pussy throbbed and her blood raced. She had to find a way to get Tommy to fuck her. She just had to!

She climbed out of the pool then and returned to her glider. She toweled herself dry, a plan formulating in her mind. She'd pretend to be sick. She'd pretend to feel faint and make Tommy take her into a cabana. No one used the cabanas during the week. Town people used them on weekends, but the guests used their own rooms to change. In any case she knew she couldn't try anything in the house. Not with her mother and aunt around.

Now Tommy climbed out of the water and swaggered back to his glider.

"I don't feel so good," she whispered, leaning back on her glider.

"What's the matter, Sis?" he said.

"I don't know. I think maybe it's the hamburger I had for lunch."

"You don't look sick."

"Well, I feel awful."

"Maybe you ought to get up to the house," he said, concern in his eyes.

The crotch of Darcy's bikini was slippery with cunt-cream as she gazed at her brother's prick through half-closed eyes. "I don't think there's time," she croaked. "I think I'm gonna throw up."

"Well, shit, don't do it here!" he hissed, moving swiftly to her side.

"Get me into a cabana," she murmured as she rose up, leaning against him. "Oh, God, I'm so sick!"

He hustled her to the cabanas and she slumped inside the one farthest from the entrance, there was a little couch in this one and the teenager collapsed on it.

"You okay, Sis?" he said. "I thought you had to throw up."

"I think that's passed," she said. "I'm feeling better just laying down."

"Well, I think I'm going up to the house then," he said, turning and moving to the door.

"Oh, God, I'm feeling sick again," she gasped.

He moved back into the tiny room and sat on the edge of the couch. "Jesus, Sis, maybe I better get Mom."

"No, don't go!" she said. "Don't leave me alone!"

She grabbed his arm and he lost his balance as he fell on top of her. The horny teenager moved over on the couch to give him room and threw an arm across his chest.

"Jesus, Sis, what the fuck are you doing?" he hissed.

"Fuck me, Tommy!" she said.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he said.

"Fucking!" she said. "I'm talking about fucking! I want you to fuck me in the worst way."

"You've got to be kidding," he said, rolling off the couch and rising up. But instead of walking out, he gazed down at her. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yes, Tommy," she said solemnly. "I am."

"Shit, if the folks ever find out, there'll be hell to pay," he said, sitting down again. He gazed into her eyes then, and the redhead knew she had won. "You know that, don't you?" he repeated. "There'll be hell to pay."

"I'll take full responsibility," she giggled, pulling him on top of her.

The wet crotch of her swim-suit slipped inside her cuntflaps and they rolled over until Darcy lay on top of Tommy. The teenage boy's eyes were glazed and Darcy felt her heart pound as her tits pressed against his bare chest.

She reached down and rubbed the bulge in his fly, feeling hiss dick grow stiff and push against the material of his swim trunks. Then she hunched up and pulled his trunks over his hips and down to his ankles.