Brian Laver - Horny for brother

By that time, there was no doubt that Pat was his, to do whatever he wanted with her.

Sammy pulled his sister down to lie beside him. Their legs dangled off the edge of the bed. But now Sammy could get at her tits and cunt more easily.

With his mouth still pressed to hers, he slipped his hand into her pants. He even felt her draw in her stomach to make more room for his exploring hand.

Into her jeans, then into her undies, his fingers crept.

"Hummmmm," Pat gasped when her brother's middle finger found her damp slot.

But it was a tight fit between Pat's cunt and the crotch of her pants. So Sammy couldn't quite reach her cave.

But he was in no hurry. It was more important to keep this chick hot and willing, than it was to rush. Sammy tickled her clit, which he could reach. That made his sister squirm in his embrace.

When Sammy felt his sister reach down and put her hand on the bulge in his pants, he knew it was time to be more forward with his seduction.

He pulled his hand from his sister's pants. Then he unsnapped them and pulled down her zipper. While he got ready to strip her, Pat kept her hand right on her brother's bulging crotch.

Sammy sat up. Pat remained on the bed. What a beautiful sight! he thought. His sister was lying there, her jersey pulled slightly up and her pants opened. He could see her belly button and the top of her dainty underpants.

But what made the sight really spectacular was the way Pat seemed to be waiting for her brother to pull her pants off of her.

Sammy lost no time. He grabbed his sister's jeans and pulled. She lifted her ass from the bed. And her pants began to come down.

Her jeans fit so tightly that Sammy had to really tug. Her underpants began to come down with her jeans before getting hung up around her wide hips. So by the time her pants were sliding down her legs, half of her hairy triangle was exposed.

Sammy dropped her jeans on the floor. Then he grabbed her underpants. Once again, Pat lifted her ass. In another second, she was naked from the waist down.

The boy looked at his sister's twat. He hoped he could plug his prick into it. Nothing else would do, especially now that he'd tried a cunt, and found out how nice it felt.

"Take your jersey off," Sammy said as he began to unbuckle his belt.

Obediently, Pat pulled her jersey over her head. Sammy saw how her tits sagged slightly to the sides of her chest in her prone position, but only slightly. He remembered that when he fucked Silvia, most of her heavy tit flesh had moved under her arms as she lay beneath him.

Pat's nipples were bright pink. They stood erect on the hillocks of snowy softness of her boobs. Sammy's mouth began to water.

In a few seconds, he was as naked as his sister. Then he lay down beside her again, his prick resting on the bony ridge of her pelvis.

They kissed. As Sammy reached for her cunt, Pat reached for her brother's stiff meat. When their hands connected with those hot organs, they both drew a sharp breath in through their noses.

With her pants out of the way, Sammy could reach his sister's pussy in any way he chose. But at first he only tucked a fingertip between the outer lips. Pat's thighs gradually spread, pulling her cunt open.

Pat was handling her brother's prick as gently as he was fingering her pussy. Her fingers playfully ran along his shaft and cockhead.

Sammy was still worried, though. After all, his sister hadn't said he could fuck her. And if he couldn't, he would be in for same considerable disappointment.

Sammy decided to take a firm stand. If his sister wouldn't let him fuck her, she would have to go without an orgasm, or give herself one. But he would fuck her or leave her rubbing her off with his hand was out of the question. He was beyond that stage.

So far, Pat was getting hotter by the second. She was devouring her brother's tongue and lips. Sammy had never been kissed so wantonly. He loved it.

He kept exploring her cunt with his fingers. But he didn't dig into her tunnel. If she wanted him in there, she would have to welcome his prick in.

Meanwhile, he played with her inner-lips and clit. And he let his fingers wander to the cheeks of her ass below her cunt. When he found those mounds wet with leaking cunt juice, Sammy became more confident that he would eventually fuck her. Her cunt was actually drooling for him, he knew.

By keeping his fingers out of his sister's cave, he made her pussy come looking for them. As she writhed in passion, she seemed to be pressing her cunt mouth to the tips of his fingers as they diddled her cunt.

But Sammy wasn't about to satisfy her cunt's hunger with his fingers. As much as beloved finger fucking, he knew he would have a better chance to get his prick inside of her if he didn't spoil her appetite with his fingers.

"Stick a finger up my cunt," Pat whispered.

Sammy thought it was too soon to ask her to let him fuck her. But he didn't want to stick his finger in, so he ignored his sister's request.

She had grabbed his prick tightly by that time. As it throbbed powerfully in her hand, she slowly moved the skin back and forth.

This might be another problem, Sammy realized. Once he reached a certain point of excitement, he might have to settle for any sort of orgasm.

But by sliding down his sister's body so he could suck her tits, he was able to pull his prick from her grasp.

Taking a hard nipple into his mouth, Sammy felt his sister arch her back, pushing her tit deeper into his mouth. So he opened wider, as wide as he could. He found he could get almost her whole jug into his mouth.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" Pat gasped.

She put her arms around her brother's head and almost smothered him with her boob.

Sammy sunk his teeth into that firm flesh. Again his sister gasped, louder this time.

While he devoured her tit, Sammy kept his fingers roaming in the shallow regions of Pat's twat. And her cunt still seemed to be trying to snare his finger up her tunnel.

"Stick a finger up my cunt!" Pat repeated desperately.

Sammy bit down harder on her tit, making her wince. And he squeezed her cunt between his finger and thumb. But he didn't enter her cunt with his finger.

Pat began to squirm more vigorously. As Sammy tickled her cunt, she would lift her hips, bringing her drooling cave up to his finger. But Sammy would lift his finger, keeping it on her love button.

"Sammy, why won't you stick a finger up my pussy?" Pat demanded.

He lifted his face from her tit. His cheeks and her boob were wet with warm saliva.

"Let me stick my prick in," Sammy said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"First stick your finger in," Pat said.

That seemed to mean she was going to let him fuck her, Sammy knew. He didn't press her for a firmer promise. He did what she asked.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" Pat moaned with profound satisfaction, as her brother's middle finger moved into her flowing tunnel.

Having his finger inside of her, feeling the incredible softness of that cavern, made Sammy doubly eager to fit his prick into it.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Pat cried in a fit of intense lust.

Sammy loved watching his sister going mad with passion. He noticed that the faster he moved his finger around her pit, the faster her body gyrated. Now she was shaking with so much force, her firm, little tits wobbled.

But it looked as though Pat was on her way to an orgasm. That was the last thing Sammy wanted her to do. At least not until his prick was inside of her.

So he pulled his finger out. Pat lifted her hips as high as she could, following his finger until it was out of reach.

"N-o-o-o-o-o!" she wailed pathetically.

Sammy climbed on top of her. His prick tapped against her hairy mound as it twitched with excitement.

"No, Sammy," Pat said hoarsely. "Don't."