Jane Fox: Seducing her brother

Scott plunged faster and faster as he felt Sally's cunt grow hotter and hotter. She was like a rippling, burning pink sea and he hurtled to the very depths of his prick jerked and spasmed. She was sucking the cum right out of his balls. He could feel the way her lovely pink cunt was sucking and he ground his body down on her savagely, trying to drive his stiff cock right through the swirling pink fire of her molten desire.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Sally yelped, grabbing the pillow as tightly as she could. "Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmmmph!"

Now the breaker of excitement was rising like a tidal wave and the frothy white cream was spraying out like a violent storm at sea. She felt her body being lifted – and then she was tossed down and around, lifted and dropped by the force of lust that made her cunt flame with desire.

"Awwwww, Jesus!" Scott yelped. "I can't hold it any longer! I've got to come, Sally… ooooooh, Jesus!"

"Yesssssss!" Sally howled, locking her legs around her brother's sweaty, lurching back and hanging on for dear life as the waves washed inside her. She felt his prick stiffen and swell to unbelievable proportions, jamming up against the very back of her cuntal tunnel and blooming there like a giant flower. There was a moment of stillness, both of them poised on the very edge of rapture and then he was coming, spurting out jet after jet of burning cream deep inside the swimming sea of her cunt.

"Mmmmmmmmph!" Sally gasped. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmph!" Her cunt twisted and rolled like the ocean itself, swallowing the cream from Scott's bursting prick in great, thirsty gulps and then she was coming too, thrashing and moaning beneath him in an ecstasy she never dreamed existed. It was like peaking at the top of a roller coaster and rushing down like driving a race car going a million miles an hour… like hearing her favorite rock group through ten-foot tail speakers. All that and even more. Fucking was bigger and better than life itself and she'd give up anything in the world to feel this same shuddering, mind-blowing explosion again and again. It was the most thrilling, most ecstatic, most rapturous experience she'd ever imagined. Now that she'd discovered what fucking was really like, she was going to do it every since time she got the chance.

"Awwwwww!" Scott bawled, collapsing on top of his writhing sister as his knees gave out. His cock was pumping so hard it felt as if it would never stop and he lunged in deeply, planting his exploding prickhead right up against the shuddering mouth of her blazing womb. Fucking Sally was a million times better than fucking Mitzi.

"Ooooooh, Jesus," Scott gasped, driving into his sister's orgasming cunt again and again. "You're the best, Sally! The fucking best!"

Scott's words of praise made Sally come even harder. Her shivering cuntal tunnel felt like a volcano erupting. It was a long time before she could think clearly again but when she could, she gave a smothered little giggle of pure delight. Boy had she been missing things! If she'd known that fucking was this great she would have sneaked into Scott's room every night. It was a damn good thing she'd peeked at Mitzi and Scott. And it was even luckier that she'd had the nerve to overhear and follow Mitzi's suggestion.

Suddenly Sally stiffened as she heard footsteps on the stairs. Aunt Wanda! And here she was in Scott's room.

Scott made a frantic motion for Sally to crawl under his bed. Then he pulled the covers up to his chin and waited.

"Scott?" Wanda called, opening the door of his room. "Are you all right? What's the matter?"

"Uh… I just had a nightmare, that's all," Scott responded promptly. "I guess it was that frozen pizza we had for dinner. I must have eaten too much."

"Let me see if you have a fever," Wanda demanded, crossing to the bed and touching Scott's forehead with her hand. "No… I don't think you're feverish but your head is all wet. You must have been sweating."

"Yeah… nightmares always do that to me," Scott groaned. "I'm fine, Aunt Wanda… really!"

"I think it's a good idea if both you and Sally stay in tomorrow," Wanda said, nodding her head sagely. "After all, the checker at the grocery store said the flu is going around and I don't want you two children coming down with a bug. All that running around outside in the hot sun can't be good for you. And you'd better go to bed earlier for the rest of the week. Lots of rest is good for growing children."

"Yes, Aunt Wanda," Scott replied dutifully, clenching his fists under the sheets. His aunt was turning out to be a royal pain in the butt. He'd planned on going to the gym tomorrow with a couple of guys and now that was out. Aunt Wanda didn't approve of anything except reading and sitting round.

"Now go right to sleep and get plenty of rest," Wanda offered. "I'll give you some more vitamins and a nice healthy breakfast in the morning."

Sally held her breath as her aunt left the room. Then she breathed a huge sigh of relief as she heard Wanda go back down the stairs again. Thank God she hadn't turned the other way. If Wanda would have checked her room, Sally would have been in big trouble.

"The old bat," Sally whispered, rolling out from under the bed and reaching for her nightgown. "I guess I'd better go back to my own room. She'll be listening far any noise now."

"Damn!" Scott muttered. "We're never going to have any fun with her in the house. She's got her eye on us every minute."

"We'll figure out something," Scott whispered, patting Sally's hand. "Maybe I ought to offer to fuck her too. An old maid like Aunt Wanda is probably dying for a good fuck."

"Very funny," Sally giggled, glaring at her brother. "Really very funny, Scott. Aunt Wanda wouldn't know a prick if she saw one."

"That's probably what's wrong with her," Scott grinned. "Hurry up and get back to your own room before she decides to come up here with some warm milk or something. We'll figure out what to do in the morning."

Wanda Harvey wasn't the type to snoop in anyone's room. She was just putting some of Sally's clothes in the drawer when she found the book. Sally and Scott were resting on the patio and Wanda was putting away the last of the laundry.

A startled frown crossed Wanda's face as she glanced at the book. What was this? Surely it couldn't be innocent little Sally's.

Wanda's fingers trembled as she turned the pages in the paperback book. What trash! She had a good notion to go right out there and confront Sally with this disgusting book but she was too embarrassed to make an issue of it, especially in front of Scott. This sort of realizing matter wasn't suitable for a young girl.

Even though Wanda was disgusted and shocked, she couldn't help skimming the story. Her face turned beet-red and her knee trembled as she began to read faster and faster.

Wanda would never have admitted that she was interested in the book, but she carried it downstairs nonetheless. She'd take it into the privacy of her room and read it just to see the full extent of depravity between those two shiny covers. That way she could explain precisely why Sally shouldn't be reading such things.

"Oh, my," Wanda gasped, sitting down on her bed and starting to read. Where in the world had Sally gotten something like this? It was positively disgusting!

In just a few minutes, Wanda was reading avidly, lying back against the pillows and blushing in shame. There was a little current of excitement running through her body as she got deeper and deeper into the story. Without even becoming aware of her actions, she reached down to rub her fluffy cuntal mound and her hand slipped lower and lower until her fingers were pressing right against the soaked crotchband of her serviceable cotton panties.

"Mmmmmm," Wanda sighed, squirming a little in the afternoon heat. It certainly was hot today. She felt hot all over and she shivered a bit, as the story got more and more interesting and her fingers pressed harder and harder against the cream-soaked material of her panties.