Mark Carver - Daughter turn on

Don knew. The way her brother looked at her sometimes, his eyes hot and frustrated, drinking in her ripe tits and sleek legs, Cindy knew that he wanted her just as passionately as she wanted him.

But he wouldn't dare, not with his own sister. Christ, if Mom or Dad ever found out, their whole secure world would come crashing down. They were, after all, a very close-knit, happy family, a morally conscious family.

Such was the tender innocence of a girl her age.

On this particular night, Don was at home for a change, instead of out playing pool or drinking beer or fucking one of his numerous girlfriends in the back of his plush van. At dinner he casually mentioned he was going to laze around for the night, probably catch up on sleep.

Their father would be managing the theater, a job he alternated with Don.

And their mother would be playing bridge with that new couple she talked so much about, that stunning nurse and her good-looking boyfriend. She played an awful lot of bridge lately, thought Cindy. Almost every night…

Which left Cindy at home with her brother. Cindy mentioned she had a lot of homework to catch up on, and this drew a sharp glance from Don.

It was now nine p.m. and Cindy knew Don was in his room, possibly sleeping. Since he rarely came home before three or four in the morning – sometimes not at all – Cindy was often tempted to wonder just how strenuous her brother's sex drive was. She knew one thing for certain – his prick was colossal. She hadn't seen it in the flesh yet, but you could see the immense outline in his tight Levi's.

And the thought of it now, as she stripped naked and wrapped a towel around her succulent curves, filled her with both profound excitement and healthy fear.

Cindy's mind was made up. She was going to lose her cherry tonight, and it was going to be to her own hung brother. She was damn sick and tired of masturbating night after night, imagining herself being blissfully rammed by her father or her brother, fantasies that tormented her daily now that she was ripe to the point of bursting.

She tossed her long dark-blonde hair behind her and padded into the hallway, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her own brother! And so handsome, so loving to her over the years, only a brother's love of course, but as long as she was going to have to lose her cherry sooner or later she'd at least keep it in the family.

Outside his door, she paused, listening. His light was out, she could tell. Nothing, not a sound. She knocked softly and waited. Nothing. Then she opened the door and slipped inside Don's room.

He was awake in the semi-darkness, his cigarette glowing as he lay sprawled on the bed.

He was naked, and even in the dim light she could see his prick was gigantically hard, looming above him like a small flagpole.

"Hi, Sis," he said, grinning. "I had a hunch you were coming. I've been waiting a long time for this, Cindy. Like two, three years maybe." He patted the bed beside him. "Bring it over here, honey. I won't bite."

The arrogant bastard! No wonder girls flipped over him, his manner so cool and casual, his grin so easy and charming. And his cock so big!

Panting nervously, Cindy came over to the bed and sat on the edge, hugging the towel to her lush tits. His hand came out and slowly stroked the silken flesh of her naked thighs, creeping up beneath the towel.

"Don't be nervous, baby," he murmured. "You're still a cherry, aren't you?"

"Yes," she whispered. "If Mom or Dad find out, it's going to be hell, Don. But, Jesus H. Christ, I've dreamed about this for months!"

"Me too," he said hoarsely. "Hey, honey, they won't find out."

He untied the towel and gently stripped it off her naked body and pulled his sister down beside him. Then he reached over and switched on his bedside lamp. Cindy blinked her eyes, startled.

"Why'd you do that!" she demanded.

He leaned over her, his eyes burning with lust, raking over her silky full tits and sensuously rounded belly, down to her fine tangle of cunt hairs and sleek thighs. He'd watched his little sister ripen into a fantastically sexy girl over the years, and he couldn't count the number of times he'd fucked other moaning girls and pretended it was luscious Cindy screaming with joy as he pounded his massive rod deep into their soaked cunts.

"I turned on the light because I want to see every detail, Sis. Every hot inch of that gorgeous body. I've had a hard-on for you since you were thirteen, baby. If you knew how many times that beautiful ass of yours drove me crazy around the house, how many times I shot off in my pants, thinking about you, you wouldn't believe it."

"Will it hurt, Don?" she whispered, wide-eyed.

"Only for a minute or so. Then… wham!" He grinned broadly, pinching one of her hot rosy nipples to make her whimper with excitement. "Then it'll be sheer heaven, Sis. Hang on now, 'cause I'm gonna wet you down."

Before she could ask what he meant he kissed her on the mouth with ferocious lust, squeezing her satiny tits in his fingers. Then he inched down to suck on each of her heaving tits in turn, one hand slipping down to her juicy cunt. She was dripping with desire, and he knew he didn't have to eat her pussy to get her juices flowing, but she was a cherry and she was his own loving sister, so she deserved the best.

The truth was, Don wasn't crazy about going down on girls, but on rare occasions he couldn't resist the urge. Whenever he got a particularly luscious young piece, fiercely passionate and so aroused their panties were soaked through before he even began the heavy action, Don would go down on it like a ravenous wolf.

In almost every case, the girl reminded him of Cindy in some way.

Now that he had the real thing naked and panting and madly worked up, he was going to feast on it first before he cracked her hot little cherry.

But the major reason Don slipped his hand down to her throbbing pussy while he sucked on her deliciously ripe tits, was for a preview of coming attractions. He had no intention of finger-fucking his sister, although she jerked her pulsing cunt up in a feverish plea. He only wanted to wet his fingers down so he could slip his hand back up and furtively sniff it, a precaution he'd learned the hard way.

More than one hotly sexy young thing who looked like she dripped sweet nectar had turned out to have a pussy that smelled like last month's mackerel dinner. And tasted worse. Some of the wild young chicks breezing happily around town and fucking every good-looking stud in sight didn't realize what feminine hygiene was, that you had to wash that thing out once in a while, especially if you gave it to a different guy every night.

Not that he was worried about Cindy, but he was curious about what he was going to dip his tongue into anyway. And as he sniffed at his soaked fingers, his nostrils filled with delicious cunt fragrance. He quickly stopped sucking on her lush tits and began trailing his mouth down over her panting belly, clutching her hot ass in his hands to lift it up off the mattress slightly.

Hunched between his little sister's trembling thighs, Don stared directly into the rosiest, most kissable cunt he'd ever seen. Tiny, irresistibly cute, gently sucking like a coyly beckoning pair of lips, glistening with hot honey, his sister's cherry cunt was a perfect rosebud of passion.

And by God, he was going to be the first stud to ever lap it and love it and fuck it with his rock-hard dick.

Trembling and panting, her thighs widespread, Cindy softly jerked her ass, waiting in agonizing suspense. She didn't really know what to expect, and it seemed strange to her innocent mind that her brother simply didn't plunge his immense cock into her and get it over with. The loss of her virginity was supposed to be painful – at least that's what she'd read and heard from other schoolgirls. Of course she'd read about oral sex too, but reading about something and experiencing it directly were two flagrantly different issues.