James Porter - Hot and horny family

"I've gotta fuck you!" Billy croaked. "Oh, Jesus, let's fuck!"

The words seared Kathy's brain, and she jerked her hand away from his cock. Panic gripped her.

"No!" she exclaimed. "We can't! Ooh, Billy, you've got to leave here!"

"I won't," he said huskily. "I need you!"

He started to climb on top of her. His sister's brain reeled. She fought him desperately, flailing her arms and trying to kick him. But he succeeded in settling himself between her thighs; his hard cock sandwiched up against his sister's belly.

By leaning against her, Billy was able to hold Kathy down, and he quickly grasped her arms and pinned them to the mattress.

Her panic became intense when she realized that her brother was too strong for her to resist. In fact, he was already in position to do what he wanted. The thought of him actually getting inside her- breaking her cherry and driving his stiff young cock deeply into her, as she had watched Mr. Simpson drive his shaft into her mother-terrified her and flooded her with shame. Yet her sexual excitement increased. Her body wanted him to do the awful thing, while her mind and morals resisted.

"Billy, please… ooh, please!" she said desperately. "We can't do this!"

"We've got to!" he said.

"It's a terrible sin!"

"Shut up," was his only answer, and he released one of her arms momentarily while he reached down and grasped his cock to direct it toward his sister's cunt.

Kathy swung at him, striking the side of his head and clawing him on the cheek. But when she felt the hot tip of his prick nosing into her cunt, she turned to jelly.

"Ooohhh… ooh, noooh!" she moaned.

As Billy began to push his cock against the membrane of her cherry, a sharp pain went through her, and she gasped. She held her breath and she couldn't fight. She couldn't even think any more. Her body just kept throbbing.

Billy pushed harder. His young cock was extremely strong and stiff, and he didn't have to exert much pressure in order to rupture his sister's cherry. When the tissue began to tear, the pain became blinding. Kathy sobbed behind clenched teeth, and tears flooded her eyes.

Then suddenly the breaking of her cherry was complete and the pain subsided as she felt Billy's hard cock gliding into her. In, in, in he came, filling her tight, virginal cunt with the bonelike shaft of his cock.

This was Billy's first time, and the giddy thrill of feeling his cock captured by her cunt was overpowering. His head became light, and he immediately gave in to the urge to hunch rapidly-to stroke his sensitive cock in and out of his sister's clinging cunt.

To Kathy, the entire room seemed to spin. She gasped and moaned, but didn't move, because she was completely overcome by what was happening to her. There was great pleasure, but it was mingled with the hurt of friction against the torn edges of her cherry. The whole experience awed Kathy to such an extent that she couldn't respond freely. She was amazed at the feel of Billy inside her-his hardness and rapid motions, alternately filling her and receding, driving deep into her young cunt then withdrawing, the motions being repeated so quickly that she could scarcely become accustomed to the sense of possessing him.

But she began to feel as if she were building toward something, like when she had rubbed her cut, or when Billy had rubbed it. Then suddenly her brother rammed his cock deeply into her cunt and held it there as it gave a spastic lurch. She felt a spurting-some kind of warm moisture being released in her cunt-and Billy went limp on her with a sigh.

Kathy realized what had happened, and this filled her with a new fear. Billy had injected into her some of the thick, milky fluid she had watched spurting from his cock last night-the stuff that made babies!

"Ooh, no!" she cried out, and began to fight Billy fiercely. She beat at him with her fists and flailed her legs as she sought to throw her brother off and to wriggle out from under his weight.

"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked stupidly as he lifted his head and tried to restrain her.

"You've knocked me up!" she exclaimed. "Oh, God, you've knocked me "Quiet!" Billy whispered harshly. "Aunt Maude might hear."

"Oooh, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant!" Kathy wailed. But she stopped fighting. She realized that would do no good now.

"You probably aren't," he said. "Anyway, if it happened, it happened."

"Ooh, Billy, how could you?" she cried, and lapsed into sobs.

But her misery wasn't solely inspired by the possibility that she was pregnant, as awesome as that seemed. Though she had been fucked, she hadn't obtained any real satisfaction from it. Like her abortive experiences with masturbation, there had been stimulation without release. Her nerves remained taut as piano wires. Her young body still cried out for gratification which she didn't understand, but which she now desperately needed.

Billy had obtained satisfaction. But the feeling had come too quickly and was too quickly gone. He was like a kid who had broken into a candy store and devoured only one candy. His appetite demanded, more and, since it was there for him to take, he wasn't about to leave until he had gotten his fill.

Like most boys his age, Billy had thought a great deal about sex. He had heard things and read things, and he had watched his mother and Mr.

Simpson fucking last night. Though he felt that Kathy wasn't the ideal person to have sex with, since she was his sister, she was the only female available to him-and her body did turn him on. As for the risk of her becoming pregnant, he had a natural fatalism regarding that. Anyway, as he had told her, if it were going to happen it probably had happened already.

Billy crawled backward, withdrawing his soft cock from his sister's wet little cunt, and he lowered his face to her tits. He began to lick at her nipples, which remained very hard.

New sensations of pleasure lashed at Kathy's nerves. The process of stimulation was beginning all over again, starting this time from a higher level of intensity.

Kathy whimpered and fretted, but she allowed Billy to lick her young, firm tits. His wet tongue swabbed her sensitive nipples; his lips seized the little tips and tugged. Moaning, she writhed, seeking further stimulation and at the same time seeking to make her brother stop.

Billy derived great pleasure from mouthing his sister's titties, and this pleasure expressed itself in the form of a new, thrusting hard-on. He raised his bead and crawled forward, bringing the end of his cock into contact with the slightly open and moist lips of Kathy's cunt.

"No!" she cried. "Oh, Billy, we can't do it again!"

"Keep quiet!" he growled. "If Aunt Maude comes in, we've had it."

"But Billy, It's so wrong and-ooohhh!"

Again he was inside her, his slippery, hard cock gliding deep. This time she felt less discomfort. She was more open an4 more thoroughly lubricated, by his cum as well as by her own juice. The pleasure was immediate and strong.

Billy felt less giddy this time; he was more in command of himself. The fantastic sensation of slowly stroking his cock into his sister was so good that he decided to follow with more slow strokes rather than to fuck her briskly from the start, as he had done the first time.

He withdrew his cock nearly all the way, and Kathy gasped. She didn't want to break the contact at that moment, though she could easily have done so, but waited with held breath, anticipating another deeply penetrating thrust. Billy gave it to her, slamming his hard cock all the way home in his sister's tight cunt.

"Aaahhh!" she cried, and clutched him. Her knees lifted slightly.

"Feel good?" he asked, looking directly into her face, his eyes tense.

"Yesss," Kathy hissed. "But we shouldn't."