Frank Brown: Incest teenagers

A door slammed out in the hall. It was either Janet or one of his smart-assed brothers going to bed. It could possibly be his parents, but not likely. They rarely staggered in before dawn. Ben heard a thump in the next room. It was Janet, his sexy sister. His cock quivered. It wanted Janet more than any other cunt in the whole world.

Ben stared at the dresser pressed up against the wall separating his and Janet's rooms. Behind it was a door that opened into Janet's room. The door had been locked ever since Ben's room had been converted from a closet into a bedroom, but its keyhole, as far as Ben knew, had never been plugged. His father hadn't considered the keyhole as a source of mischief for his son, and neither had Ben – until this very moment. Damn, he realized suddenly, maybe he could get a quick peek at Janet's tits as she undressed. Maybe he'd even get a look at her cunt! He rolled off his bed and charged the large oak dresser.

The thing wouldn't budge. It seemed to be glued to the floor. It hadn't been moved since it had been put in that spot, and it seemed determined to stay there forever like some Goddamned stubborn mule. Ben strained with all the strength of his body. He began sweating. The Goddamned dresser must weigh a thousand pounds. Ben fell back onto the bed, panting. His huge cock had deflated in the struggle.

He lay there studying his opponent. He felt like David facing Goliath. He could hear the smug giant heckling him. Then he thought, you may be big, but you're also dumb, and a few seconds later he was dragging the heavy drawers out of the dresser.

Ben grunted. The dresser chugged grudgingly across the floor. Light shot from the keyhole and hit Ben smack in the navel. Like magic his pecker snapped to attention. Ben dropped to his knees. For a few moments he thought he was dreaming.

The ceiling light in Janet's room blazed, making Ben feel as if he were watching a stage play from a darkened auditorium. Janet was there all right, all five-foot-three, luscious, naked inches of her. Her heavy, pink-capped tits swayed and jiggled underneath her as she squirmed on her hands and knees on the shiny hardwood floor. The waxed floor cast her hot reflection back up at her. Janet moaned as she squirmed. She wasn't alone.

On the bed before her, lying back, supported by his elbows, his legs hanging off the bed, his feet planted on the floor, wiggled Ben's brother, Mike. He was naked. His big cock jutted straight up from his tight loins, and Janet's head moved up and down over it. As Mike watched his sister's head bob up and down, her mouth sucking, he sipped occasionally from his can of Budweiser. Then he took a drag at the cigarette he held between the fingers of his other hand and blew the swirling smoke in Janet's face. He looked cool, tough, but his toes gave him away. They were writhing, dancing. The teen was hot.

"Yeah, baby, that's it," Mike muttered. "Suck my dick. See if you can make it cream."

Janet grunted. Her head bounced. She slurped and sucked.

"Move that ass, hot bitch!" snarled her brother Brian behind her. He kneeled on the floor between her legs, his hard loins banging away at her ass, his gleaming prick slicing in and out of her juicy cunt. He tossed his blond head from side to side, snorting like a bull as he fucked. His long hair brushed back and forth over his shoulders like a golden broom. "Turn it up, baby," he grunted, slapping her ass. "Tighten up that pussy!"

Janet cooed as she arched her lissome back and turned her round asscheeks up toward her brother's face. Her waist looked tiny, no bigger around than her thigh, and her wiggling asscheeks looked like two plump full moons. Her big tits hung like turgid water balloons from her heaving chest. She was hot. Ben could see pussyjuice dripping from Brian's slicing cock each time it pulled out. The horny nympho was enjoying getting it from both ends from her hot stud brothers.

"Oh, Jesus, yeah, that's more like it," Brian said, his teeth bared, all the muscles of his eighteen-year-old body dancing. "Tightest fucking bitch this side of the Mississippi! Ain't that right, brother?"

Mike just grunted, bucking his hot loins, wiggling his toes, nodding his blond head from side to side. He looked identical to his brother – same profile, same blond head, same lean body. In fact, had it not been for Janet's tits and meaty female ass, she would have looked enough like him for anyone watching to mistake her for him. The fucking trio looked like fucking teenage triplets. And, had Tim walked in to join them in their fucking, the four siblings would have resembled fucking quadruplets.

Ben realized for the first time as he peeped at his brothers and sister fucking, just bow much they looked alike. And he further realized that he himself looked so much like them that he and his sister and his three brothers could easily pass for quintuplets. Shit, he thought, the only ways in which he differed from Mike and Brian and Tim were in his height. He was about five-four, while they were all about five-seven – and his cock was bigger! His own big dick was nearly three inches longer than any of theirs! He smiled. He was more of a stud than any of them, and none of them knew it. Neither his smart-assed brothers nor Janet had seen his cock since the time it was a tiny weenie.

"Throw me a beer," said Brian, continuing to hump as he opened his hands like a baseball catcher. Then he slapped Janet's ass a few times, really cracking it, making the cheeks flush red except for the white imprint of his fingers. "Keep jerking that ass, honey," he snarled at Janet. "You ain't getting no refreshment till you've satisfied us men."

Mike popped the tab off a can of Budweiser and tossed it to Brian, who snatched it out of the air and pressed it to his lips. After he'd taken a long chug, his chin painted at the ceiling, sudsy beer trickling over his bobbing Adam's apple, he dumped a stream of the golden liquid all over Janet's gyrating ass. Some of it pooled in the hollow of her lower back. Some of it bubbled down her asscrack and cooled Brian's hot pistoning prick and nuts.

Janet gibbered as if the cold beer excited her. She snapped up her head. Mike's spit-glazed cock whacked down against his belly. "I want a taste of beer," she gasped.

Mike grinned. He reached into the nearly empty six-pack and popped open another can of beer. He shoved it toward Janet's face. Her tongue stuck out as if she wanted her brother to pour beer over it.

"Here you go, babe," Mike said. He began to pour the beer onto her tongue, then quickly dumped it over his prick and balls. His navel filled to the brim. "There you go, babe." He tipped his head back and guzzled down the remaining Budweiser while his beer-drenched cock twitched before his sister's lips.

Janet plunged her face between her brother's legs and caught the beer trickling down his crotch. She licked all over under his nuts, then sucked the big wet balls, and moved up to lick the sticky beer off his prick. Last of all, she sucked the golden pool out of his navel and licked it clean.

"Way to go, babe," Mike said, flexing his big cock. "Now that you're refreshed, get busy sucking that cock. No stopping 'til you've got my hot cream in your belly." He grabbed his dick and whopped her on the nose with it. Janet swallowed up his cock immediately. "Hungry bitch, ain't she?" Mike said, grinning up at Brian.

"Hungry and hot," Brian said. "You oughta feel that pussy of hers wrapped around your dick. She's like a furnace inside." He whacked her ass hard with two open hands. His strong shoulders and arms bulged as he pounded her gyrating ass until it glowed. "Fuck, you bitch!" he snarled. "Goddamn it, fuck my prick!"

Mike watched his brother with a leering grin. "Way to give it to her," he said. "Now let's cream her, shoot her full of our jizz."

"Yeah, man, let's cream her," Brian said, digging his fingers into her ass. "You choke her to death while I fuck the shit out of her." His loins hammered.