Jane Fox: Seducing her brother

"Awwwww, Jesus!" George whispered, feeling his wife's lips clamp tightly around his cock and suck it strongly. He felt the hard pole of his prick slide deeply into her throat and he was surrounded by flaming wetness. Now he was damn glad he'd thought of this new kinky way to have fun. He was just lucky that he was married to Wilma and not a prude like her sister Wanda. George's lips curved in a smile as he thought of Wanda sucking a man's cock on a flight to Europe. Wanda would probably have a heart attack if Wilma even mentioned it!

George felt his balls tighten and he did his best to hold off for another sexy moment. Jesus, but her lips were hot! He'd never felt her this hot and lewd before. Wilma always got a real kick out of doing kinky things hit her lips had never inflamed this way and her throat had never squeezed this deliciously. Jesus! It was enough to drive him crazy with lust!

George tried every trick he knew to keep from coming as Wilma's hot, shivering lips squeezed around the slippery head of his cock and sucked him deeply into her shuddering throat. He thought about the kids and how he hoped that they would survive for three weeks with Wilma's sister, Wanda. He thought about his job and how lucky he'd been to get a vacation exactly when he wanted it. He thought about the five years that they'd gone without a vacation so they could take this trip to Europe. Somehow every thought he had seemed very sexy. Wilma's squeezing throat kept up its delightful pressure and his balls throbbed demandingly.

"Mmmmmmmm!" George gasped, knowing that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold coming off for more than a couple more seconds. Wilma's mouth was just too hot, and delicious and her head was wiggling under the blanket as she slid her head back and then sucked his long, jerking cockpole all the way into her throat. The blanket was wiggling obscenely and George hoped to hell that no one would notice. If someone tame along and stopped them right now, he'd, just die.

Suddenly Wilma's throat squeezed in a new, tight way. George felt as if he were being sucked into a red-hot smelter – and his balls tightened into knots of pure agony. This was it… he just couldn't hold back any longer.

"Here it comes, baby." George whispered, lifting up the blanket just a bit, so that Wilma could get a gulp of fresh air. Then he felt, her mouth drive down on his prick and her smooth cheeks started to suck.

"Ahhhhhh!" George groaned, feeling his cock swell up so huge that he was afraid he was going to choke her. The head of his jerking prick felt like a balloon, swelling up enormously and scraping against the shuddering heat of her throat. Then his balls started to pump and. George let out a startled yelp of pleasure as the cum hurtled out of the end of his cock and gushed down Wilma's throat like a broken waterline.

"Mmmmmm!" Wilma gasped, sucking as hard as she could. She could feel her whole body shaking and her pussy was a red-hot shivering tunnel of need. She was burning up inside and now Wilma wished that they had figured out some way to fuck. She was so am used that she was almost screaming right out loud in lust.

George's face turned bright red in the dim light of the plane. Wilma's mouth was like quicksand, sucking him in deeply and rippling around the exploding length of hardness. The spent was jetting out of his prick as if it would never stop and he clenched his hands tightly at his side, trying to keep quiet while the wonderful spasms of release made his cock shoot again and again.

"Wow!" George gasped, as Wilma sucked strongly on his prick, making his balls shudder and pump until they were dry. Then a wide, satisfied smile spread over his face and he reached down and tapped his daring wife's shoulder.

"Come on," he whispered. "You can come up for air now, honey. Hurry up… someone may have heard me groan."

Wilma poked her head out of the blanket and sat up quickly. In just a second they looked as if they were merely relaxing under the blankets. There was no evidence of what had happened except for the smile on George's face and the little grin on Wilma's.

"Excuse me, Sir…" the stewardess said, appearing suddenly at the end of the aisle and tapping George an the shoulder. "Is tine something wrong? One of the passengers said that you were groaning."

George's mouth opened and closed in surprise. Then he got a sheepish expression on his face.

"Uh… no, nothing's actually wrong," he mumbled. "I… I could use an Alka Seltzer though. I don't feel too well right this minute."

"Oh, certainly, Sir," the stewardess said, whisking away to get something to relieve George's stomach, while Wilma shook silently with laughter. That had been a close one. Both of them were wondering what the stewardess would have said if she'd known the truth about George's groans.

"I have a suggestion, Sir," the stewardess said, smiling professionally as she handed George the glass. "We don't have anyone in first class tonight. Why don't you and your wife go on up there and we'll draw the curtains for you. That way if you groan again, our passengers won't be upset."

"… thank you!" George grinned. "That's awfully nice… we'd really appreciate that."

"I thought you would," the stewardess smiled. "I believe in women's liberation you know. If you go up in first-class you won't have to hide under a blanket when you pay your wife back for that tremendous blow job!"

Wanda Harvey sighed as she stacked the dishes in the dishwasher. At least her sister, Wilma, was a good housekeeper. She was amazed that anyone as flighty as Wilma had settled down enough to keep a nice house, but the evidence was right in front of her eyes. The kitchen floor was clean and sparkling and there wasn't a speck of dust in the living room. Wanda had checked that out the moment Wilma and George had left to catch their plane. Thank goodness there really wasn't all that much for her to do, but she still was a little nervous about taking care of the children. Knowing Wilma and George, the two children would probably be a handful. There was no telling what kind of foolishness her sister- and brother-in-law had taught the two teenagers. Wanda just hoped that she'd be able to straighten them out and set them on the right path before Wilma and George got back.

Wanda frowned as her head throbbed again. Taking care of her niece and nephew wasn't her idea of an ideal vacation but she couldn't very well refuse when Wilma had asked her. Family was family, and blood was thicker than water, she reminded herself. She hadn't had any idea that Scott and Sally would be so noisy though. They were almost as bad as the class of third graders she taught during the school year.

"Good heavens!" Wanda sighed, pressing her hands to her temples tightly. She listened for a moment and then she grimaced as she realized that Scott had one station on his radio and Sally was listening to another. The mixture of the two rock stations were deafening but she supposed that normal teenagers acted this way. She just wasn't used to children this age. Of course she didn't want to start nagging at them to be more considerate on her first night there. There'd be time enough to mold their young minds during, the next three weeks while Wilma and George were in Europe. By the time they got back, Scott and Sally would be much more civilized and well behaved.

"Oooooooh!" Wanda groaned, shutting the kitchen door to try to block out some of the cacophony. The children would be leaving for the movies soon and then at least there'd be peace and quiet. Wanda didn't see how Wilma could stand the racket day in and day out, but then Wilma had always been loud and little wild herself. People meeting the two sisters for the first time would always assume that she was the older sister, instead of the other way around. She had always acted much more mature than Wilma, even when they were young girls.