John Coles - Young And Willing

"I think you know what's the matter."

"I'm sure… "

"Shut up, Sally. I just caught the kids together, up in Timmy's room. They didn't hear me come home early. They were screwing the daylights out of each other."

"Well, I can't help… "

"Lucy told me what went on in your apartment over the weekend. Sally, I don't-want a scandal, and I don't want you to ever come near my children again. I think it would be wise if you were to leave town for awhile. I would prefer that you make it permanent, if possible."

The phone went dead in Sally's ear. She replaced the receiver and stood there for several minutes, stunned.

When her mind started working again, she made two phone calls; one to the airline, and one to her brother, Reese.

"Reese, I've decided to take you up on that offer to stay with you and the kids for a while."

"Wonderful! What time's your flight?"

"It arrives there at 2:10 in the morning… it's a night flight."

"Jeez, Sis. Why don't you wait until tomorrow?"

Sally was silent for a second, then answered. "Maybe I can't wait to see you," she said.

"I'll go along with that," he said.

They chatted for a few more moments and rang off. Sally poured herself a stiff drink and went into the bedroom to pack.

What would happen, she wondered, as she went through the routine of packing. It had been a long time since she and Reese had been together; particularly since they had been alone together.

It had happened at a party for one of Reese's friends. Sally had just turned seventeen, and Reese decided it was time that she started meeting older boys, and going out with them; boys his own age.

It would get rid of her innocence and bring her out of what he called her shell. She had retorted that she had come out of her 'shell', as he called it, when she was fifteen. They both knew what she meant. Sally didn't tell him, however, that the sexual experiences that she had had between fifteen and seventeen were far from satisfactory. That was another reason she readily agreed to a double date with him, his current girl friend, and another boy from college.

It hadn't worked out. Sally's date had gotten drunk and passed out. Reese and his girl friend had gotten into a violent argument and she had left the party in a huff.

That was how Sally and Reese had found themselves sitting side by side on a warm summer's night in a secluded part of the big estate's lawn.

"Why don't you just find another date," Sally said. "All the girls are after you, and there are a lot of unescorted ones here."

Reese laughed and moved closer to her. "Why bother?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sitting with the prettiest girl at the party right now." His eyes roamed up and down her body as he spoke.

She returned his stare in the same way. They often spoke to each other in veiled, double meanings, but this time something was different in Reese's smile and the way he looked at her.

It was a beautiful night, with a full moon and bright stars. Sally had drunk three drinks already, and Reese had just come back from the house with another one. She was feeling a little woozy and light-headed as she leaned back against a tree and closed her eyes.

She might have drifted off to sleep, she was sure. But she was brought back to reality when she felt a hand sliding up her thigh under her skirt. The feel of the hand on her hip bone, coupled with the liquor she had consumed, stirred her sexual emotions.

She responded, with her eyes still closed, by wriggling her ass against the soft grass and pushing against the hand. Her first thought was that her date had come back, perhaps a little more sober. She decided that she was glad. The booze and the summer evening had put her in the mood for some sex.

She rolled over to find herself staring directly into Reese's smiling face. Then she realized that the hand on her hip, with its fingers crawling like tentacles toward her pubic mound, was Reese's.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

"I told you, you're the prettiest and sexiest girl here, even if you are my sister."

"Take it easy, Reese. We've both been drinking. All this about the family that plays together is fine, but… "

"Don't you find me attractive?"

"Sure, but, after all, I'm still your sister."

"Haven't you ever thought, once in awhile, of getting it on with me?"

Sally blushed. "Yeah, a little, but… "

"I've thought about it a lot," he said, squeezing his fingers over the flat smoothness of her belly. "Don't think of me as your brother. You agree that I'm attractive, so look at me as you would any other guy who you find attractive."

Sally thought for a moment, then a broad smile came across her face. She stared directly into his eyes, her hand touching his face as she spoke.

"Now that I think about it, I think you're right," she whispered. "Why not? We might as well go all the way and see what it's like!"

Reese stroked her arm with his hand, rubbing up and down the bare, soft flesh. Sally, quite intoxicated by this time, responded affectionately to his gentle touch.

Her mind was wild with indecision. She was on the brink of doing something stranger than she had ever thought possible. And yet, she found herself wanting to do it. The more his hands roamed over her arms and shoulders and belly, the more her conscious mind began to leave her.

She stared at him momentarily, then smiled and placed her hand on his face, rubbing it softly, then kissed his neck. He leaned up and kissed her shoulder, her neck, and then her lips. He let his arm encircle her waist and tilted her body towards his. She let her breath sigh into his mouth and he moaned softly as he pulled her closer. Sally shivered as he cradled her in his arms, kissing her warm, ripe lips until she was crazy with desire. She put one hand up along the back of his neck and rubbed and ran her fingers through his hair.

Quickly and instinctively, Reese removed his trousers and shoes, then he took off his shirt and threw it aside. Once naked, he helped tug Sally's skirt down over her hips and thighs. Then he unbuttoned her blouse and freed her beautiful tits. His hand slipped behind the waistband of her sheer panties and pulled them down over the soft flesh until they were over her shapely legs and finally thrown to the lawn.

His right hand began to move over her body, exploring her voluptuous curves. He caressed her soft, smooth skin, and his cock became rock-hard and demanding.

He grabbed her face in between his hands and pulled her passionately to him, kissing her hard. While they kissed, their tongues moved slowly and sensuously.

His hand moved to her breast and he groaned slightly as he rubbed the cool flesh, massaging its fullness. Sally kissed him wildly as he fondled her tits. Cupping a breast in one hand, he lowered his head and began tracing the nipple with his tongue, while his other hand was busy caressing her other breast. He chewed gently and she squealed with passion, her body trembling uncontrollably.

He placed his hands to the outside of her tits and pushed them together in an inward fashion, burying his face in their pillow-like softness, licking and sucking until he was so hot he was panting.

One of his hands moved down over her naked belly until his fingers combed through the thick mat of her cuntal fur. He moaned aloud in ecstasy as his hand found the wetness between her thighs.

Sally sighed deeply and snuggled closer to him as his fingertips traced the puffy swell of her cuntlips. As he rubbed her pussy, she felt the thick ridge of his hard cock throb alongside her thigh.

His finger stroked the lips of her cunt, moving up and down, outlining the opening. He felt a trail of slippery liquid begin to moisten his hand. He parted the lips, letting his middle finger probe inside. The flesh was fiery hot and slick. He stuck his finger in further and her cuntlips closed around it and sucked it in.