Brian Laver - Horny for brother

Pat leaned farther back. And she held the mirror higher.

Now Sammy had a much better view of her cunt. He could see how the hair seemed to shimmer in the light. And he could see her gash, a fine pink line between her thighs. Under her cunt, he could see her asscheeks.

He stared so hard that his eyeballs ached. But he still didn't have the view he wanted. He wanted to be where Polly was – right beside Pat's gaping twat!

Pat reached for her cunt again. With two fingers, she spread the slot open wide.

Sammy went crazy with lust. He thought he could see the wet hole where a guy could bury his prick. But he was too far away to be sure of what he saw.

As the girls examined Pat's snatch, they kept talking. They looked like women in a supermarket examining the fruit.

When they had studied Pat's cunt for several minutes, Polly swung around and spread her legs. But Sammy couldn't see Polly's cunt – she was facing Pat.

Still, it was exciting to see her, sitting there with her legs spread, leaning forward and peering into her own twat.

As she leaned over, Polly's tits sagged to her waist. Sammy wondered what it would be like to lift one of those jugs in his hand.

As exciting as it was to peek in at the naked girls as they examined each other's body, Sammy found he was more frustrated than ever.

It figured. Starvation was bad enough. But when a starving man is shown a table set for a feast, and he can't eat, it's even worse.

In his lustful condition, Sammy didn't notice how his arms and legs had begun to tremble. After all, he was clinging to the house like a fly.

By the time he realized how exhausting it was to be stretched out like that, he was barely holding on. But be didn't want to lose sight of the naked girls.

Finally, he had no choice. He was about to push himself back onto the porch roof when his shaking foot slipped.

As he fell, he managed to keep from hollering.

The next thing Sammy knew, he was lying in the middle of the bush. He didn't try to move. He was too scared. But he wasn't worried that he'd hurt himself. Hitting that bush had sounded awfully loud to him. Surely his sister must have heard.

Sammy waited for the window above to open, and for his sister's head to appear. But that didn't happen. When a few minutes had passed, Sammy realized that no one had heard him fall.

Then he began to wonder if he was hurt. Wiggling each part of his body, he found that he was still all in one piece. But his face began to burn. He knew then that he was covered with scratches.

What would he say to his parents and sister about the scratches? And when he climbed out of the bush, be noticed that he had broken a lot of branches. It was going to be obvious what had happened, he knew.

Sammy spent the next half-hour trying to patch up the bush. With some tape and some tacks, he was able to make it look somewhat like it had before he'd landed in it. Now all he had to worry about was his face.

He was able to get past his parents without them noticing. Then, while he was in the bathroom examining his wounds, he realized there had been a beneficial aspect to his fall – it had taken his mind off his horniness.

But when he went back to his bedroom, past the closed door of his sister's room, his prick was hard and twitching again.

He had no choice but to jerk off again and that would be the second time that day. But now that he had a mental picture of his naked sister and Polly, he was bound to do a lot of jerking off.

The next time Sammy saw his sister, he felt a hot jolt of lust. All he could think of was how he had spied on her and seen her naked. He was so nervous he couldn't even speak.

"What happened to your face?" Pat asked him.

"Yes, what did happen to your face?" his mother echoed.

They were sitting at the dinner table. Sammy had put some of his sister's make-up on to hide the scratches. But from across a table, they showed.

"Nothing happened," Sammy said. "It's just a scratch."

"Well something must have happened," his father said. "And it's not just a scratch, it's several scratches."

"It's no big deal, all right?" Sammy said. "Can't I have a few scratches without getting the third degree?"

"You weren't fighting, were you?" his mother asked.

"No!" Sammy said. "Can't we just forget it?" Nothing else was said. And Sammy realized that he was lucky to have nice parents. He knew that they must be thinking all sorts of things to explain his scratches. But that was all right, as long as they didn't guess how he really got them.

But now Sammy was hornier than ever. He would stare at his sister every chance he got. In his imagination, she was as naked as when he'd peeked into her window.

Finally, a few nights later, he couldn't resist going into her room to talk.

"I thought you were mad at me," Pat said.

"What? I'm not mad at you," Sammy said. "Why did you think that?"

"Well you haven't said two words to me in days," Pat said.

"Oh, well…" Sammy searched his mind for something to say. "I've been busy thinking."

"What have you been thinking about?"

Sammy hoped to talk to his sister about his horniness. And she had given him the perfect opening.

"Did you ever, uh, do it?" he asked her. "You know. Get fucked?"

Pat hesitated. Then she said she hadn't. "Don't you want to?" Sammy asked. "I mean, don't you feel like you've just got to get fucked or you'll go crazy?"

"Oh, I feel like it sometimes," Pat admitted. "But I don't think I'll go crazy. Why? Do you think you'll go crazy?"

"Sometimes," Sammy said. "Sometimes I can't think of anything else. Don't you get that way?"

"Sort of," Pat said. "But, God, I'm not as horny as you, fortunately."

"Did you ever see a guy's prick?" Sammy asked. "None of your business," Pat said. "Come on, tell me," Sammy begged. "Did you ever see one when it was hard?"

"Why do you want to know?" Pat asked.

"I just want to," he said. "Did you ever see a hard cock? I'll bet you never have."

Pat didn't say anything. So Sammy knew he was right.

"Do you want to see one?" he asked. Pat's eyes flashed. And although she wasn't talking, Sammy knew she was interested in what he was saying.

"Well, do you?" he asked.

"If someone wants to show me one, I'll look," she said.

"I'll show you mine," he offered. "If you show me your cunt."

Sammy had wondered if he was going to be able to ask that question. And now that he had, he was proud of himself. But he was in suspense now. Ever since seeing Polly staring into Pat's crotch, Sammy couldn't think of anything else.

But Pat was being shy. She merely looked at her brother. He almost saw the gears turning in her mind.

All she needed was a little persuasion, he thought.

"Come on, let's do it," he said. "A hard dick is really something to see."

"How will you make it get hard?" Pat asked.

"Don't worry," Sammy said. "If I'm looking at your cunt, it'll be hard. In fact, it's hard already from just talking about it."

Pat's eyes dropped to her brother's crotch. He was sitting on the edge of her bed, but he knew the lump of his prick would be noticeable.

"Come on," Sammy repeated. "How about it?"

As he said that, he reached for his belt buckle. He was usually a shy kid. But his tremendous urge to see his sister's cunt was turning him into a real hustler.

But still Pat hesitated. So Sammy began unbuckling. He opened his pants and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. Then he stood up.

All he had to do now was to pull his pants and underpants down in one quick motion, and his prick would spring out.

Pat stared at the bulge where her brother's cock throbbed. He had never seen her looking so intently at anything before.