Brian Laver - Horny for brother

He didn't want to rape her. But he didn't think he would have to. If any chick was helplessly stricken with lust, Pat was.

She reached for her cunt. Her fingers shot between her lips and began rubbing her clit. But Sammy grabbed her hand and pulled it away. She reached for her cunt with her other hand, and Sammy pulled that hand away too.

Now he was holding her arms pinned to the bed. And his stomach rested on hers, keeping her flat on her back.

"Oh-h-h-h-h, Sammy," Pat moaned helplessly. Under his heavy hips, Pat's hips jerked spasmodically. Her face showed the pain of her horny need.

Sammy knew she was going to let him fuck her. It was the only chance she had now, to give her the climax she so desperately desired.

The only thing Sammy had to worry about was keeping himself from coming too soon. His prick was lying between their bellies, and with Pat's writhing, it was getting a dry workout.

"Let me fuck you," Sammy said seriously. Pat hesitated. Then she said, "Okay, fuck me." Her legs spread wide, and reached around her brother's hips. Sammy reached for his crotch and guided the head of his cock to the wide-open portal of her cunt.

When he felt her hot, wet, inner-lips wiggling at the tip of his cock, he pressed his hips forward.

"Oh-h-h-h-h! God!" Pat yelled. "Uh-h-h-h-h!"

"Huh-h-h-h-h-h!" Sammy gasped. Attached at the crotch, the siblings began fucking.

Both of them gasped and moaned through wide-open mouths. Their hips jerked wildly. Sammy's huge prick plunged repeatedly into Pat's stretched twat.

"Oh, it is big," she moaned. "I feels so-o-o-o good."

With their sweaty foreheads touching, Sammy and Pat moaned into each other's faces as their bliss grew to the bursting point.

With every dive his prick took into his sister's pussy, Sammy's pleasure multiplied. Although he had been fucked once before, he found that he still couldn't believe how wonderful it was.

Thinking about the sensations that fucking offered, he was aware of how his sister's twat was sliding over his jerking cock. He felt his balls swinging, and crashing into her asscheeks. And he felt her hard nipples pressing into his chest.

Just before he began coming, Sammy knew that his sister was already deep in orgasmic rapture. Her body moved like waves. Her hips churned crazily. And her moans had risen several octaves.

Then Sammy came. This was even better than his first fuck, he knew. Maybe it was because he was fucking his own sister. Or it might be because she had resisted him. But he had never known such ecstasy, such complete joy.

"Ar-r-r-r-r-g-g-g-g!" Sammy howled.

They made it last as long as they could. But finally, their hips began to slow down. Then they were still, lying in a sweating heap of spent flesh.

"Oh, Pat, that was so wonderful," Sammy whispered. "Wasn't it? Wasn't it terrific?"

"You made me do it," Pat said. "I didn't want to."

Sammy lifted his head and looked down at Pat. Her face was impassive, blank. After such a fantastic experience, he couldn't believe she was acting this way.

"I didn't make you," he said. "You wanted to! You even told me to fuck you!"

"I didn't want to," Pat repeated. "I didn't. It's perverted."

Sammy climbed off of his sister. As soon as he did, she pulled a sheet over her body in shame.

Now all the fun of fucking was fading into the past. Sammy didn't know whether she was right or not. He had wanted to fuck her, but he hadn't forced her. She could have stopped him.

By the time he left her room, Sammy was in a bad mood. Why does my sister have to act this way? he wondered.

But her behavior hadn't completely robbed his fucking joy. He still felt the thrill of filling his sister's cunt with his gism. The way her cunt had fit over his sliding cock inspired the boy. He knew he would have to keep fucking now that he knew its true splendors.

But he didn't think he'd fuck his sister again. Not after the way she acted. And that left Sammy with an eager prick and nowhere to stick it.

Sammy had taken to jerking off again to relieve his nagging horniness. He hardly spoke to his sister. He was angry with her, and ashamed of their incest.

He didn't have another ten dollars to fuck Silvia. And he hadn't heard about Joyce giving blowjobs in the park. So he was back where he had been a week before – a horny, desperate kid. Actually it was worse, now that he knew exactly what he was missing.

Then, just when things began to seem as though they couldn't get any worse, Pat brought Polly over to spend the night.

Sammy was reminded of the night he had peeked into his sister's window, and seen her and Polly comparing their naked tits and cunts. And he had to bear his horniness as the two cute chicks once again laughed and giggled in Pat's bedroom.

Sammy didn't dare peek in at them again, even though he was tempted. But his fall into the bushes from the roof when he had peeked was too vivid in his mind. He had been lucky not to break his neck.

Besides, peeking only increased his lust and horniness.

There didn't seem to be anything to do except get away. But everywhere he went, he found himself getting hornier.

At the soda shop, the usual guys were talking about the usual things – fucking, sucking, and jerking off. And the usual chicks were there. They loved showing off their braless tits under their jerseys, and their shapely asses in their tight jeans. But Sammy knew from painful experience that they would be no help for his condition.

By the time he got back home, he was beside himself with lust. Trying to take his mind off of sex, he read a comic book. But the tits and asses of the chicks in the comic book only fed his horny greed.

Even jerking off didn't help. Twenty minutes after wringing an orgasm from his prick, he was as horny as ever.

When his sister and Polly finally fell asleep, Sammy thought he might do the same. At least he didn't have to listen to their incessant giggling.

But he couldn't sleep. His horniness was killing him, he knew.

After giving up the idea of falling asleep, Sammy turned on the light and opened one of the magazines that was full of naked chicks, one he looked at while he jerked off.

And after filling another tissue with gism, he thought he might be able to sleep.

But he couldn't. Visions of bouncing tits and gaping cunts seemed to drift around the dark room. Sammy's hard prick was lifting his sheet like a circus tent.

Just when he began to wonder if he could slip into his sister's room and give the girls a feel as they slept, Sammy saw his door open.

A faint shaft of light covered him. He immediately grabbed his prick and pulled it down against his belly. He didn't know who it was, but he didn't want his prick holding the sheet up to be the first thing that they saw.

A figure slipped into the room. Lighted from behind, all Sammy could see was a silhouette. That was enough to tell him that the visitor was a girl.

He saw a sexy shape moving around his bed. A chick wearing a sheer nightgown was walking right toward him, he knew.

It occurred to him that he might be asleep after all. If so, he was ready to enjoy this dream. And if it was real, he would enjoy it all the more.

The figure sat on the edge of his bed.

"Hi," it said.

It was Polly. Sammy could hardly hold his prick down. But he knew that he was being very optimistic. After all, she might just want to talk. Maybe she couldn't sleep either.

Sammy didn't know if it was his intuition, or merely hope, but he felt lucky. Something told him that Polly wanted to fuck him.

"Hi," Sammy said in a friendly tone.

Suddenly, Polly lifted his sheet. Then she was under it with him. Her thin nightgown slithered between them as she moved close.