Jane Fox - Seducing her brother

"No sense in stopping them now," he whispered in her ear. "That would only cause a scene. I think we just ought to sit clown on the couch and try to ignore them. You can always have a talk with your sister when she can think clearly. If we stop them now, they'll just get all mad and Wilma'll accuse you of spying on her. Then she'll never listen to what you have to say. Just wait until everything's over and then you can talk to her about it calmly."

"I… I… all right," Wanda gasped, sinking weakly to the couch. "I just don't believe it! My own sister doing something like this! I thought she was a good girl!"

"Shhhhh." James whispered, putting his finger up to Wanda's quivering lips. "Just sit here and wait and then you can talk sonic sense into her. That's the only way… believe me."

Somehow Wanda didn't think that what James said made perfect sense but she was a little too dizzy to figure out why. Her head was spinning around and she felt like her face was flushed, just seeing Wilma behave in such a terribly wicked way. It was embarrassing… that was what it was. She was embarrassed for the whorish way that her sister was acting!

Even though Wanda tried to stare down at the floor, she couldn't help the way her eyes were drawn to her sister and George. It was almost like watching a movie and she felt so strange with her head spinning around like this. She hadn't seen Wilma naked since they were little and she realized that her sister had a beautiful body. What she could see of it, that is. George was on top of Wilma and all she could see was one perfect breast and her long, shapely legs. And Wanda could see her sister's face. That was what surprised her the most. With George on top of her like that, rudely lunging back and forth, Wanda couldn't understand why Wilma wasn't crushed by his heavy body. She expected her sister to look uncomfortable but Wilma didn't look in the least bit uncomfortable. She looked positively radiant, as if she were enjoying this awful wicked thing she was letting George do. Of course she couldn't be actually enjoying it. Wanda was sure that Wilma's ecstatic expression was just an act for George's benefit. Everyone knew that women didn't enjoy fucking. They just had to put up with it to please their husbands. Wilma was trying to get George to many her by giving in to his wicked lusty desires. She'd have to set her sister straight on that! Men didn't marry girls they'd fucked before marriage. Why should they? They'd already had their fun.

Wilma looked up at George and winked. Then she let out a little lusty giggle as he winked back. It was kind of a kick fucking like this and knowing that Wanda and James were watching. Maybe they really ought to put on a show for her prudish sister. They could always shock her a little more. Wilma knew that Wanda would give her a lecture anyway… she might as well really give her something to lecture about.

"Oooooh, honey…" Wilma moaned, giggling a little. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel your big, hot cock touch the back of my cunt!"

Wanda felt her head reel as Wilma extended two legs straight up and wrapped them gracefully around George's back. He could hear the moist smacking sound George's cock made as it plunged wetly into Wilma's cuntmouth. It was a lewd sound… a sound of sticky, liquid pleasure that made Wanda shudder with emotion. She was shocked and horrified at her sister's wicked actions. Even worse, she was curious about that smile of enjoyment on Wilma's pretty face. Wilma had never been any good at acting before. How could she pretend to enjoy this shameful act so much unless… no! That simply wasn't possible! Wilma couldn't really be enjoying this degrading act! That was impossible. If she had been in Wilma's place, Wanda knew that she wouldn't be enjoying such a rough, lewd action.

Wanda tried to shut her eyes to block out the sight of her sister's humiliation but she couldn't seem to stop staring at the two bodies entwined on the floor. Every time George pushed his huge cock into Wilma's moist cuntmouth it would make another lewd sucking noise. The noises got faster and faster, closer and closer together like a train starting on a journey and building up momentum. Wanda could hear the breath whooshing out of Wilma's mouth as George hurtled himself against her and now Wilma was making little mewling cries in the back of her throat.

"Oooooh!" Wanda breathed, pressing her hand tightly to her lips. At first she had thought that Wilma was making little sounds of discomfort at the rude treatment George was giving her poor little cunt, but now Wanda recognized the little cries for what they were. Wilma was moaning and sighing in pleasure, not in discomfort. She realized Wilma loved every forward thrust of George's cock!

"Turn around," Wilma whispered in George's ear. "Turn around so we can really give Wanda a free show."

Wanda's mouth dropped open when George and Wilma made a half turn, positioning themselves so that she could see even more than she had before. Now Wanda could see the bloated, red shaft of George's prick as it plummeted in and out of Wilma's hot cunt mouth. She could see the shiny cream that covered the steaming rod and she felt her mind whirl with shock as she stared at George's gigantic proportions. How could Wilma be doing this? It seemed impossible that something as huge as George's prick could fit into Wilma's small, pink cuntal opening.

"Noooooo," Wanda whispered, holding her hand tightly against her lips to keep from making a sound. The sounds of Wilma and George's indecent actions were loud in the room and Wanda could hardly bear to listen. She knew that she should be feeling shock and disappointment over her sister's loose moral character and that she had a perfect right to be shaking from head to toe for what she was doing. She was experiencing another reaction to Wilma and George's lewd display that Wanda didn't really want to think about it. She was perfectly justified in being angry and dismayed at Wilma. But should she be feeling this current of excitement coursing through her veins? Should her own cunt feel shivery and moist? Should her blood race and her senses reel this way? Should she be wishing that it was her rather than Wilma, down there on the floor with a hard, long prick pistoning in and out of her virginal cuntal passage?

James felt as if he were watching a tennis match. He didn't want to miss any of the sexy action in front of the fireplace. At the same time, he didn't want to miss Wanda's reaction to the sight of her sister fucking. His head swiveled back and forth as he tried to watch both things at once. He had to pick exactly the right moment to suggest that the leave. He'd let Wanda watch until she started squirming around on the much and then he'd lead her out of here like a lamb to the slaughter. Wanda was going to taste the delights of fucking tonight and he was going to teach her.

"I sure wish Wanda would be as sweet as you are," George grunted as his prick plowed in and out of the shiny pink tightness of Wilma's cuntal mouth. "Don't you wish that. Wanda would have some fun for a change?"

Wilma frowned slightly and then she winked, catching on to George's game. "Wanda!" she gasped, amazement in her voice. "You mean my sister, Wanda? You've got to be kidding! Wanda doesn't have the nerve to try anything new. She'd be chicken to even let James touch her!"

Wanda felt her cheeks burn heatedly. That was the most insulting thing she'd ever heard. She had just as much nerve as Wilma had and she certainly wasn't a chicken. It was just plain mean for Wilma to say something like that to George!

"Hey… don't gel all upset now," James whispered, pulling Wanda a little closer. "I know that's all true. Your sister just doesn't know what a wonderful girl you are, that's all."

James grinned over the top of Wanda's head and made a motion for Wilma and George to go on fucking. Then he started running his hands over Wanda's back, petting her like he would a frightened rabbit. She was really worked up over what Wilma had said. Her whole body was shaking and she kept casting quick little glances toward Wilma and George. It was clear to see that she was curious about fucking, but she was still mad at Wilma's insult. That was just fine. James wanted Wanda to be so confused she didn't know which end was up. Then it would be all the easier to seduce her.