Paul Conroy - Sex Sated Minister

"Join us," she said to the two children.

Davey declined, saying he wanted to explore a little. Susan said she'd think about it. She went to the smaller of the two bedrooms where her valise lay on one of two beds, undressed quickly, and considered putting on her bathing suit. Standing totally naked near the bed, she caught sight of herself in a small bureau mirror, and instantly felt embarrassed, looking at her own nakedness. How often her mother had preached against the evils of displaying oneself lewdly. Yet her mother had not hesitated to undress in front of her new husband and his three deacons, completely displaying her body for their pleasure. No matter how abased her mother might have felt, and no matter how much she had gloried in it, the fact remained, all four Black men had totally enjoyed the sight of her naked white body being displayed to them, and what was more, each one reveled in being able to make use of her body.

Moving a little closer to the mirror, Susan took the time to really look at herself. Her long brown hair cascaded over both shoulders, partially obscuring her small, firm breasts. She used her hands to brush her hair back and out of the way, staring at the whiteness of her breasts. Her pink aureole were rosy haloes surrounding her thick pink nipples. She knew her breasts had a lot of growing to do, and her ripe nipples would probably also grow. Right now they looked like flower buds.

Turning to the side, she admired her profile, first getting pleasure from the way her breasts jutted out small as they were. She no longer had that boyish figure she'd possessed for so long. Her tummy was almost flat, though it was soft. And she had a narrow waist and swelling hips. They weren't full-blown yet, not by a long shot, but they were getting there. Her legs were slender and shapely, even if they weren't overly-long. She couldn't help the fact that she was a short girl.

"What's the matter with me? she wondered, suddenly sitting on the bed. Why am I having these lewd, risquй thoughts about myself?

Reaching for her bathing suit, she stopped, looking down at her pubis. She could see the faint dark hairs there. The curling strands of gossamer threadlike hairs reflected sunlight, looking as if they'd each been individually polished. Surrounding her pink, palpitating pussylips as they did, they made the swollen pair of labia stand out even more. Looking straight down, she was able to see the pink tip of her barely protruding clitoris as it poked its head out from between her membranes.

Lord! she thought. What's happening to me? Why am I so caught up in the sight of myself?

She felt so hot, so aroused. Al Lasten had really triggered something in her. She needed some kind of satisfaction. Just the thought of masculine fingers separating those pink twatlips of hers, plunging into her broiling center, made her juices start to flow again.

A noise made her grab her bathing suit and tug it in front of her. The bedroom door suddenly opened, and there was Davey, her brother, standing there, half-undressed, himself. He had changed his mind about a swim and had come to get his trunks. Not seeing anyone in the cabin, he had concluded everyone was already swimming, and so was halfway out of his clothes as he opened the bedroom door. He was as astonished at seeing her as she was at seeing him. And the sight of her made his cock harden instantly, thrusting it against the thin fabric of his underpants. His eyes were now staring at her, taking her nudity in, and his penis throbbed madly in his pants. He should have backed out of the room immediately, but he didn't. Instead, he came forward, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Davey!" she gasped. "You shouldn't be here. It isn't right. You know what mother taught us."

"Uh huh," Davey nodded, and Susan realized all the sweet innocence her brother once had, was gone.

He came closer, staring down at her, letting her see the sag in the crotch of his underpants, swelling lewdly toward her.

What had happened to her wonderful brother? What evils had Betty done to him, making him like this instead of the warm, wonderful companion she'd had for most of her remembered life? Some hidden monster, lurking inside him, had suddenly come out to take possession of him.

"Everything mom taught us was a real crock, Susan," he uttered, moving forward again. "All mom cared about was hurting herself, and in the process she didn't give a damn if she hurt us, as well. I don't know why mom is that way. I don't even care any longer. I do know she's wrong. I've learned a few things in the past weeks. I like what I've learned. The most important thing is, when two people of the opposite sex love one another enough, they should fuck. You may be my sister, Susan, but I love you more'n any other girl or woman I know. And I think I oughtta fuck you."

"Davey, no!" Susan murmured, cringing as her brother reached out and grabbed her arm.

Inwardly she knew this might well be just what she wanted. If there was any kind of truth about Betty really corrupting her brother, then by taking him into her own body, she could lure him away from Betty, and perhaps bring him back to righteousness. Sometimes one had to defeat the devil by using his own methods. Even so, her mind rebelled at the idea as he pulled her into a heady embrace. In spite of her verbal protests, she was tugged strongly up against the youthful body of her brother. She could feel the solidity of his young cock through the thin layer of undershorts. The bathing suit fell from her hands as he pressed her body to his. She could feel the length and thickness of the throbbing meatpole between her brother's thighs. Even though Davey was three years younger than Al Lasten, his penis certainly wasn't. She'd felt Lasten's cock fleetingly enough when he'd pressed his body to hers, and she'd been able to sense how small and thin it was. Davey's was a mammoth organ by comparison, though it certainly was nowhere near the size of Ezekiel Stokes or any of his deacons.

"I love you, Susan," he told her. "God, how I love you. Someday you're gonna grow up, get married, and move away. And it won't be fair, because no matter how much your husband is gonna love you, it ain't gonna be nearly as much as I do. I learned a lotta things about love, and the most important is, love with everything y'got inside and out. Don't fight me, sis. Please don't fight me. If I don't fuck you, I'll go through life tearin' my hair out."

"Davey, you're too young to drink. Why are you acting this way?" she asked.

"A guy doesn't have to drink to get drunk, sis. I'm drunk wantin' to fuck you. I gotta fuck you."

His youthful hands began creeping over her warm flesh with a swift, knowing sureness, and she could feel tingles building in her body again. For all his youth, he seemed to know so much more than Al Lasten as he gripped her tender, girlish body, letting his hands wander down to her buttocks, pressing them hard so her pelvis would rub into his. She shivered as he used fingers to tantalize the exposed pinkness of her nipples. She moaned, but it was a moan half out of fear and half out of wanting. His hands moved over her naked breasts again and again, lightly caressing her sensitive nipples, making them grow long and hard, looking as if they were beckoning him to continue.

Maybe she wouldn't have to give Davey everything. Maybe he would be content to caress her. Perhaps it would bring him to his senses, and then the two of them could talk it all out sensibly. She was so confused. She wanted him to, yet she didn't want him to.

She offered her wet mouth to his, cupping his head with her hand as she gently kissed him. It was the first time she had ever kissed her own brother this way, and it shook her. She was even more taken aback when she felt his tongue slither between her virginal lips, licking at hers, tickling her teeth, touching her gums, enhancing the lustful sensations in her body. She felt it tease her tongue, and slowly she felt her tongue being drawn from her mouth into his where he began sucking on it. It was as if the tongue of a raging fire was licking into her mouth.