Jane Fox: Seducing her brother

James dropped to her knees on the blanket and pulled Wanda down with him. He could tell that she was bombed out of her mind. She let out a little giggle as she squirmed around on the blanket and felt the sand hollow out to the curves of her ripening body.

It was beautiful but on the beach. Wanda gazed up at the stars and sighed blissfully as James squeezed her full breasts. This was pure heaven. The stars were so big and bright that it seemed as if she was floating right up to meet them, suspended in the warm, velvety-darkness.

James let a smile flicker across his face as he heard Wanda's deep, quick breathing. She wasn't complaining about being cold, even though the night was a little chilly. He could tell that the fires of lust were burning brightly in her body. Now was the time to make his move… right now before her head cleared front the effects of the spiked chocolate.

"Oooooh, James!" Wanda gasped as his hands traveled lower. He was staring at her and she could feel herself blush, even though she knew that it was too dark for him to notice. She felt so warm and goose bumpy and the stars were beginning to whirl around. She'd never felt like this before. There was magic in the tips of James' fingers as he brushed them lower and lower, down over the tight quivering rosebuds of her nipples and down to the smooth warmth of her tummy.

James began to breathe heavily as he reached the barrier of Wanda's bathing suit. He wished that he could tug the black elastic suit right off and bury his fingers in her moist cunt but he had to be a little careful now. He didn't want to freak her out and have her get up and come back to the cottage. It was better to proceed slowly and take it a little at a time. By the time he finished kissing and touching the shy little virgin, she'd be taking off her own swimsuit. James was convinced of that. Hadn't she pulled down the top herself, so he could touch her nipples? She'd take off the rest too, just as soon as he got her hot enough.

Wanda felt a delicious lethargy invade her body as James stroked and petted her. His fingers were sliding down lower now, pressing right down to the moist, quivering mound of her cunt. She couldn't help but think of how much more wonderful it would be, if she wasn't wearing her suit. Then she could fed James' fingers on her smooth skin.

"Oooooh," Wanda groaned, assailed by a running current of desire she'd never before felt. The impulse to take off her suit was so overwhelming, Wanda almost pulled it off just so she could find out what petting would be like without any clothes. She couldn't do that. Nice girls didn't take off all their clothes when they were petting. At least she didn't think that nice girls did. At this point Wanda wasn't sure what was nice and what wasn't. It certainly felt nice when James touched the fluffy mound of her cunt through her bathing suit. That was very nice indeed!

"Aaaaaah!" Wanda gasped, wiggling a little as James slid his fingers down lower, pressing right up against the crotchband of her suit. She was shivering so hard she felt as if her body was going to shake apart. She could feel how steamy and wet her virginal cunt was becoming and it embarrassed her unmercifully. She shouldn't be acting like this!

James pressed his whole hand against the moist crotchband of Wanda's suit and began to move his hand in a slow circle. He could feel the aroused virgin tremble harder and harder as he moved. Now she was really hot. He might be able to get his hand inside if he did it nice and smoothly.

"OH!" Wanda gasped, pulling back a little as James started to slide her suit lower with his other hand. "James… I… I think we'd better go back to the house."

"Awww, come on, honey," James pleaded, cursing himself fat acting too soon. "Let's just kiss a little more. You liked that, didn't you?"

"I… I… yes," Wanda mumbled. "I did… but James. I promised to keep an eye on Wilma… I… I'm supposed to be making sure she doesn't get into any trouble. I'd better go check and make sure, don't you think?"

James felt like swearing a blue streak but he was being very careful. He'd get Wanda down here right after they'd checked on Wilma. Once she saw that her sister was all right, he could bring her back to the blanket and they could pick up where they'd left off. There'd be no excuses then.

"I'll go with you," James said as cheerfully as he could manage. He couldn't help the little groan he gave as he got up and helped Wanda to her feet. His cock was so hard it was almost bursting and he didn't relish the interruption but he didn't want to force her. He'd waited a long time for this kind of an opportunity and be could wait five minutes longer.

"Here… let me tie your suit," James offered, quickly restoring Wanda to her former propriety. "Now let's go find Wilma and George and then we can come back down here and dance a little more."

"Uh… all right," Wanda agreed, hanging on to James' arm as she made her way back toward the cottage. "I… I guess that'll be all right… I mean, just dancing."

"Sure… just dancing," James agreed, crossing his fingers behind his back in a gesture he'd kept from childhood. He was intending to do a hell of a lot more than just dancing tonight but Wanda didn't have to know that now. They had the whole night in front of them and he'd already gotten to feel up her nipples. That was a lot further than he'd expected to be already.

"They must have gone back in," Wanda whispered, approaching the cottage door and holding her finger to her lips in a silent gesture. "Shhh! I don't want Wilma to know I'm checking up on her. She just hates it when I do that, but I promised and you know how she is!"

"Sure I do," James whispered back, holding back a sudden chuckle. It was kind of fun peeking in at George and Wilma, he thought. It would really be a riot if they were messing around in the house. Wanda would probably faint from shock.

As James started to think about what would happen if Wilma and George were fucking, a smile spread across his face. That might not be bad at all. If Wanda saw her sister fucking with George, it might just turn her on. That might be the extra little thing that would push her shyness away. Wanda might get hornier than hell and want to do the same thing.

As James peered into the living room window, he felt his heart beat like a trip hammer. He didn't see anyone on the couch and he was about to tell Wanda that her sister must still be somewhere on the beach, when he noticed movement in front of the fire.

James held back a chuckle as he squinted through the dusty windowpane. There they were both as naked as jaybirds, fucking on the floor in front of the fire!

"Hey… let's go ow inside," James grinned, turning to Wilma who was a little too short to reach the high window. "The window's so dirty I can't see much. I don't think they're here but I sure would like another cup of chocolate."

"All right," Wanda giggled. "I'd like one too." James felt his hands get a little clammy as he led Wanda around the corner of the house and up to the front door. He wondered if he was making a mistake by bringing her right in like this to catch Wilma and George in the act, but it was too late to back out now. He was betting that Wanda would react by getting so hot she'd want to fuck with him. It sure was worth a try. If she got mad and told Wilma off, he could always comfort her and try things the long way. Which ever way things worked out, he was going to fuck her tonight.

Wanda followed James into the living room and started toward the fire. Then she stopped suddenly and her eyes widened into big glowing saucers of alarm. My God! Wilma and George were naked and they were…

"Ooooooh!" Wanda whispered, leaning up against James, "Wh… wh… what are we going to do? We've got to stop them!"

James caught George's eye and winked, making a quick motion with his hand to keep right on fucking. Then he pulled Wanda into his arms and turned her so her back was to the couple on the floor.