Jane Fox: Seducing her brother

"Ahhhhh!" Wanda sighed, pulling her panties off and dropping them over the side of the bed. She was so thoroughly wrapped up in the story that she didn't even think of what her hand was doing to the bare, shivering flesh of her cunt. She would have been horrified if she had realized that the heat in her shuddering cuntal tunnel wasn't due at all to the temperature of the day. Even though Wanda would have died rather than admit it, her cunt was blazing from passion, not the afternoon sun.

Wanda was so interested in the story that she didn't hear Sally's light footsteps in the hallway. Sally was running up to her room for a bottle of suntan lotion. She never would have looked in her aunt's room if Wanda hadn't made a strange groaning sound deep in her throat.

Sally stopped suddenly outside her aunt's door. She listened for a long moment and then she put her ear to the door. It sounded like Aunt Wanda was sick or something. She was moaning and groaning in there.

Sally had been taught not to barge in on people when their doors were shut. Of course she could have knocked, but Sally didn't even think of that. She was both frightened and curious as she put her eye to the keyhole and peered into her aunt's room.

"Wow," Sally whispered, blinking once and then staring again. Aunt Wanda was lying on the bed and her dress was pulled up to her waist. Sally could see her aunt's bare cunt and she almost giggled out loud as she realized what her aunt was doing. Aunt Wanda was playing with her own cunt! It was hard to believe, but her prudish, old-maid aunt was driving her fingers into her pink cunt channel while reading a book!

"Oh, no!" Sally whispered, her face turning pale. She recognized the book. It was the book she'd hidden in her dresser drawer. Aunt Wanda must have found it and now she was going to get holy hell for having it.

Before Sally could turn and run, she heard Aunt Wanda sigh longingly. "Fuck me," Wanda gasped. "Fuck me hard!"

Sally shook her head back and forth like a dog coming in from the rain. All this was a little bit too much for her. She'd better tell Scott what was happening. Poor Sally was so shocked she couldn't even think straight.

A slow smile spread across Scott's face. He nodded a couple of times and then he patted Sally on her firm little bottom. "I told you all Aunt Wanda needed was a good fucking," he chuckled. "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going right in there and give it to her. If you're a good girl you can watch through the keyhole."

"You… you… you're going to fuck Aunt Wanda?" Sally gasped, shaking her head back and forth. "You? Right now?"

"Yup," Scott grinned. "Right now while she's, still nice and hot from reading that book. It sure can't make things any worse and it could make them a hell of a lot better!"

"God!" Sally gasped, racing off after her brother. She still couldn't believe that all this was happening but she was going to watch if Scott was really serious about fucking Aunt Wanda. If he actually did it there'd really be some excitement around here. This vacation sure wasn't turning out to be as boring as she thought it would be!

By now Wanda wasn't thinking about the story any longer. She was re-living that first night… the night that James had fucked her on the beach. She bunched her fingers together and jammed them into the tight, shivering hole of her cunt and her breath rushed from her lungs in a shuddering sigh.

This didn't happen to her very often but right now she longed for a nice big prick to slide in her quaking little cuntal mouth. She wanted to feel a hard, powerful cock invade her light, creamy passages and ignite the latent fire that smoldered at the very back of her shivering cuntal chute. She craved a cock… any cock… and her fingers were the second best thing. She hated her traitorous body for its weakness but she couldn't help it. She was burning up with passion and her cunt was crying out for satisfaction even if she had to achieve it with her own hands.

Wanda's eyes closed in bliss and the waves of pleasure grew stronger in her quivering feminine cunt channel. Never before had she felt such a raging desire to be fucked. There was something about that book that had kindled all the hidden fires in her body. Now they were burning brightly and it was all she could do to keep from screaming out in lust as her fingers flew in and out in a building rhythm of passion.

Wanda didn't hear her bedroom door open. Her closed eyelids didn't even quiver as Scott quickly shed his clothes. All she heard was the beating of her own heart and the ringing in her ears as she fanned the fires of lust with her fingers.

"Fuck me," Wanda gasped, driving her slim fingers in deeply and twisting them in the narrow confines of her cuntal tunnel. "Fuck me! Pleeeease, fuck me!"

Scott stood by the side of the bed, his cock stiff and powerful. Aunt Wanda sure looked a lot different now with her hair loose like this and her dress up to her waist. Her fluffy cuntal mound looked every bit as desirable as Mitzi's or Sally's and his prick jerked eagerly as he moved forward and cautiously crawled between his aunt's widely spread thighs.

"Ooooooh, fuck me now!" Wanda moaned, gasping desperately. Her fingers were flying as fast as she could go but it was a poor substitute for the real thing. She couldn't help but remember what it had been like to have James' huge prick hurtle up her shaking steamy channel. She needed a man now. She needed a man so badly that she was almost tempted to find someone to fuck her.

Scott gazed hungrily at that tight grasping hole of his aunt's lovely cunt and he took a deep breath. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to plunge his thick cock into that heated wetness. He didn't care if she killed him afterwards or not. He had to do it and the hell with the consequences!

"No!" Scott yelled, grabbing his aunt's hand and jerking it back. "Don't do that, Aunt Wanda… let me do it!"

Wanda's eyes snapped open and she gazed at her nephew in astonishment. Then she let out a squeal of fright as her eyes dropped to the massive pole of prickflesh aimed at her trembling cunt mouth. She opened and closed her mouth, and then she shook all over in shock. This couldn't be happening! She must have fallen asleep. This had to be a dream. It had to be!

"You need a good fuck," Scott gasped, hurtling forward and mashing the ballooning head of his prick against her shivering little cuntal mouth. "Just let me do it, Aunt Wanda. You need it. I know you do."

"Oh!" Wanda squealed, shaking with a sudden spasm of passion and fright. How could she be having a nightmare like this? It wasn't proper to feel this way about her own nephew. She was going crazy with the pressures of babysitting two teenagers. She thought she was having a nightmare but it seemed so terribly real that she could see every detail clearly.

"Nooooo," Wanda groaned, spreading her legs even wider. Even as the denial passed her lips, she knew it was no use. She wanted to be fucked and Scott's prick was lovely. It was thick and hard, gleaming like a spear pointed at the mouth of her cunt. Even if this was only a dream she wanted it inside. She was dying for Scott to hurtle that gorgeous stiff shaft deep into her shuddering cunt chute.

Scott began to get a little worried as he saw his aunt's wide, startled eyes. He had gone too far to back out now. He might just as well do it and see what happened. She looked stunned anyway, as if she didn't know exactly what was happening. He'd fuck her really good and maybe everything would be all right.

"Here!" Scott grunted, driving his prick forward. He felt his aunt's quivering little cuntal ring clasp him tightly and then it was pulling him in deeper and deeper. It was sucking him in just like Sally had done last night. Aunt Wanda was every bit as hot and tight as Sally had been and Scott let out a whoop of joy as he slammed his enormous cock in all the way to the hilt.