James Porter: Hot and horny family

"I won't hurt you," he promised. "I just want to see what you look like. You're looking at me."

Was she ever! She could hardly tear her eyes away from his big, beautiful, stiff cock that was sticking up so fiercely.

It didn't seem right for them to undress together, but Kathy was so shaken by the acts she had just seen performed on her mother's bed, and by the feelings that were going through her, that she couldn't refuse. With trembling fingers, she lifted her nightie over her head and pulled down the panties that she wore underneath.

Billy, who was also naked by this time, stared at the breath-taking beauty of his sister's tits and downy-haired cunt mound. Her tits, while not very large, were shapely and firm. Their nipples were baby-pink and rigidly erect. The sparse hair of her pussy was as golden as the hair on her head.

Kathy was doing some staring, too. Her brother's hard-on seemed even more impressive now that he had no clothes on. It projected upward at a sharp angle, and now she could also see his balls, bunched up at the base of the shaft. He was really a man in every way! But she was mystified by the fact that his cockhead was partially covered by an outside skin, while Ray's cock wasn't. She couldn't resist asking Billy about this.

"How come you have that skin that comes down over it?" she inquired, pointing.

"That's called a foreskin," he said. "That's because I wasn't circumcised."

"Are most men… circumcised?" This fascinated Kathy. Somehow, she had never heard of it before.

"More are than aren't, I guess.''

"How come you aren't?"

"Because Mom didn't have them do it when I was born."

"Is it bad not to have it done?"

"I don't think it makes any difference." It pleased him to discuss his prick with his sister.

"But does that skin make it different when you… fuck?" she asked nervously.

Hearing her use the word "fuck" stimulated Billy even more. He hadn't thought she knew it, though if he had considered the matter he would have realized that a girl couldn't very well have gotten to be her age without haying heard the word many times at school.

"I can push the skin back," he told her, and he did it.

Kathy became even more excited as she watched his pink, moist cockhead surge into full view. Now he looked like Ray, except the head of Billy's cock was pinker.

"Can I touch it?" Kathy asked hesitantly.

"Sure," her brother replied' happily. "But let's lie down on your bed."

"Oh, no! That would be awful!" ''What's awful about it? We wouldn't really do anything. We'll just touch each other."

"Isn't that almost as bad as fucking?" Kathy asked.

"Cripes, no! You were touching yourself a little while ago. I saw you. And I touch myself down their lots of times."

"You do?"

"Sure. Lately something's been happening when I touch myself," he confided.

"Like what?"

"You'll see. Come on-lie down on the bed with me."

Kathy was too curious and weak right then to refuse this latest and most daring request by her brother. Though she continued to quiver with apprehension, she climbed onto the bed and stretched out on the covers.

Billy lay down on his back beside her, his cock wiggling stiffly in a way that continued to amaze his sister. As he settled himself, his cock projected backward above his lean belly.

"Does your thing hurt you when it's hard like that?" she asked.

''It's a cock,'' he said, "not a 'thing'." "I know."

"Then call it a cock."

"Oh, all right. Does your cock hurt you now?" "Naw, it feels great.'' "You like it to be hard like that?"

"Yeah. It feels much better hard than soft."

"I have something down here that gets hard, too," Kathy said and made a gesture toward her blonde-fuzzed cunt.

"Let me see," Billy said. He sat up and leaned over her.

Kathy's heart hammered wildly. She extended her hand toward his lap and said, "Let me touch you first."

At the first contact between her fingertips and his upthrust, hard cockshaft, she recoiled. But then she told herself she was being silly.

She wrapped her cool, slender, soft fingers around the rigid shaft and squeezed. She could feel her brother's blood throbbing in the organ. As she held her breath, she slid her small hand up onto the head of Billy's prick and squeezed the bulbous knob.

He groaned.

"You like that?" Kathy asked in a ragged voice.

"Yeah. It feels great!"

It pleased Kathy to know that she was capable of giving him pleasure. Also, the feel of his hard cock fascinated her. The shaft was so hard that it felt almost like bone with a thin layer of skin drawn over it, yet she could feel his vitality pounding inside. The cockhead was quite springy in contrast. It was also sticky and moist.

"Move your hand up and down on it," Billy pleaded, breathing hard. "That's what I do to myself sometimes."

"You mean like this?" Kathy asked, and began to stroke her encircling hand along the length of his cock, rubbing the foreskin back and forth across the ridge of his cockhead.

"Yeah!" Billy rasped. "Oh, shit, that's good!" ''Billy.."

"Well, it is," he panted. "Let me feel you, too."

Kathy parted her legs as Billy reached across to touch her, and his fingertips explored her enticing little pussy. The dainty folds of flesh were very slick and soft. But she was right about having something hard down there, also. It felt like a little pea and was located in the folds at the very top of her slit. When he began to touch it, Kathy gasped with delight.

"What do you… call that?" he asked as she continued to stroke his cock up and down.

"It's my clitoris," she told him. "Rub it. Pinch it. That freaks me out!"

Billy rubbed the slick little pea as she had requested, and she stroked his cock all the harder. They writhed together on the bed as waves of sensual pleasure coursed through their hat young bodies.

Kathy thought of her mother getting licked between her legs by Mr. Simpson, and she tried to imagine how that would feel. She also though of her mother getting Mr. Simpson's long, stiff cock shoved into her, and she daydreamed for a moment, placing herself, rather than her mother, on the bed with the older man.

Billy too was playing mental games while Kathy stroked his cock. He kept visualizing his mother going down on his stepfather's prick, and he imagined her going down on him, instead. Then he thought of one of his teachers, who was a pretty young woman, going down on him. His mind flitted to other girls-girls in his classes at school- and he imagined them sucking his cock and letting him fuck them.

Kathy's cool little hand kept stroking his cock, and Billy kept tickling her clit. Finally he knew that the thing that had been happening to him lately- the thing he had mentioned to his sister-was going to happen again. Right now.

He groaned, arched upward, and enjoyed a magnificent sensation as his young cock suddenly spewed forth a spurt of thick whitish cream. Kathy gasped when this happened and jerked her hand away from him, but his prick kept spurting and twitching. The cum splattered against his belly, making a pool there, and Kathy stared at it in fear and amazement.

"Wh-what's that?" she asked after he had calmed down. "What happened?" She was afraid she may have hurt her brother in some way.

"It's… all right," he said, breathing heavily. "That's what I was telling you about. Oh, man, I feel good!"

Kathy didn't know what to make of it, and she didn't feel very good at all. She had felt wonderful a few moments ago, while Billy was rubbing her clit. It had seemed that she was building up to something really fine. Then that awful eruption from Billy's cock had startled her, and he had stopped rubbing her cunt. Now she felt nervous and uptight.

The stuff that had came out of Billy smelled funny. Not bad, really, but kind of strong and strange,