Frank Brown: Incest teenagers

"My birthday's next Wednesday," Willy said.

"And you're mature for your age," Cheryl said quickly. And today was the first day in her life that she didn't want to offend Willy. She had to watch herself. Taunting her brother had become a habit as natural as breathing. But today she had to control herself. Today she had to make peace with her brother. Today she was going to have a taste of his cock!

"Ben's pretty mature, too," Janet said, casting a quick glance over her shoulder at her brother. Then she winked.

Ben flushed and looked down at the glittery white sand. His brown toes dug in as he walked. He was the last in line. In front of him hiked Willy, then Cheryl, then Janet in the lead. Ben thought he was seeing things. Had Janet actually winked at him?

"How much farther?" Willy asked.

"Getting tired?" Cheryl asked him.

"No!" Willy snapped. "I just wanted to know how much farther."

Touchy prick – or rather, big prick – Cheryl thought. "Well, I am," she said, trying to assuage her brother's overly sensitive male ego. "You guys, can't we rest awhile?"

"Yes, let's rest," said Janet. "That is, unless the men would rather keep moving." She winked at Ben as she said "men".

"If you guys are tired, we'll rest," said Willy. "I ain't tired, but I don't mind waiting."

Ben said not a word, and the four teenagers sprawled out onto the sand. Willy and Ben slipped out of their knapsacks. Ben took a swig out of his canteen, then offered it to Willy who gurgled down a long drink of the water while holding his breath. Willy wiped his mouth with his forearm, then handed the canteen to the girls who sipped from the beat-up old metal army canteen while they made sighing female sounds of relief.

"We've been gone an hour," said Cheryl, looking at her watch. "We should get to the falls in another half hour."

"Thank God!" said Janet. "I'm beat. If we didn't have these men along to carry the food and blankets, I don't think we'd make it, do you, Cheryl?"

"No way," Cheryl answered. "Girls just don't have muscles like men." She glanced at Willy as she said the last words of her sentence.

Willy rolled his eyes and frowned, but his chest puffed slightly, and the muscles of his arms contracted.

Ben stared at the rushing river, but his chest puffed also. Both guys were naked except for faded jeans. Their bare torsos were brown with the last of their summer tans.

"Make a muscle, you guys," Janet said. "Let's see how big those arms are."

Ben and Willy looked at each other and shrugged. Ben blushed like the maple leaves falling from the tree in back of him. Willy rose to his feet and dragged up Ben with him. The guys lifted their arms like physique contestants and flexed their biceps. Their firm egg-shaped muscles quivered under their skins as each guy tried to make his muscles appear as large as possible. "Mmmmm!" sounded the girls appreciatively.

"Strong!" said Cheryl, rising to her feet to feel Willy's biceps.

Janet jumped up beside Cheryl and ran her hands over Ben's hard biceps. "Beautiful!" she said. Then she trailed her fingertips down over his square chest and flat belly. She leaned forward and kissed him on the navel, then stood up quickly. "We'd better be going, Cheryl."

"Right," Cheryl answered, giving Willy's nipples a soft pinch. "We've gotta get to the falls before we can have any fun." She turned away to follow Janet.

Willy and Ben stared at each other with their mouths gaping. Both guys trembled. Willy's cock stood straight out, making a tent in his pants. Ben's cock strained at the denim of his jeans, sticking halfway down his left leg. His supertight pants squeezed his narrow hips even narrower, and his monstrous cock appeared even more monstrous.

Oh, Jesus Christ! thought Janet. Amy was right. Ben's got a foot-long cock if there ever was one. Christ, the biggest cock in town right under my nose, and I've been missing out on it! Oh, jeez, but no more! No more! She suddenly realized she was nearly running down the trail toward the falls, and she forced herself to slow down. The crotch of her jeans was sopping wet. She tingled all over. She'd never been so excited.

Cheryl trotted along behind Janet in a daze. She focused her eyes on Janet's round churning ass, but she really didn't see it. She was too worked up. She could almost feel Willy's hot panting breath on her neck. There was something about touching her brother for the first time that had excited her like nothing else had ever excited her. He was a hot prick, her own hot prick!

Willy and Ben stumbled along behind their sisters like puppies on a scent. Their nostrils flared. Their saliva flowed. Their pricks throbbed, ramrod stiff. At last they were certain they were going to get their sisters, more certain than they'd ever been of anything. When they'd agreed to carry their sisters' knapsacks down to Moonstone Falls for a picnic, they'd both imagined making moves on their sisters, imagined feeling them up and even fucking them, but neither guy had really thought it would happen. Each guy had viewed his fantasy as just that, a wonderful daydream, not as something that would actually come to pass. But now, having felt the hot touch of their sisters, they knew it was going to happen – positively knew it! Their only worry was that they'd faint before they got to the falls.

Moonstone Falls was buried deep in the woods. It was, perhaps, the most remote area on the river. Miles from the nearest town, its only access was the sandy footpath along the river that the four sets of hot bare feet now padded. Huge old pines grew near the rocky ledges that formed the upper part of the falls, and over the decades they had built up a spongy needle bed below themselves. When the sun warmed the soft needle bed, the sheltered air under the pines turned a coppery-gold. The sighing wind in the pine-tops, the roaring of the falls, the fluttering of many-colored leaves through the breeze like a million butterflies, all made this Indian-summer day sparkle like a day in paradise. When the four love-crazy teens arrived on this scene, they couldn't help but pause silently for a few moments to absorb it, and to let it absorb them.

The area around the falls was deserted. People rarely came here, especially this late in the year.

Few people were willing to trek for two hours to visit a primitive waterfall. The feeling of being alone and totally free made the four teens whoop, and before Ben and Willy realized what was happening, Janet and Cheryl had torn off every last stitch of clothing and were running like two beautiful water-nymphs into the shallow water above the falls. Ben and Willy stared after their sisters, watching tits bounce and asses wiggle, and the guys' cocks jumped in their pants and oozed pre-cum.

"Holy shit!" said Willy to Ben, "I'm gonna come in my pants." He unsnapped his jeans and unzipped his fly. His big cock sprang out and twitched in the sunlight.

"Me too." Ben gasped, never for a moment taking his eyes off his naked romping sister. He tore his tight jeans open, then slowly peeled thorn down, bending forward as he slipped them over his feet. Like Willy, he wore no underwear. As he stood upright his big cock stood out of his loins like a monstrous club. Piss slit gaping, a clear pearl of pre-cum balancing on its tip, the big prick throbbed menacingly.

The moment Ben's cock sprang out, Janet and Cheryl stopped their romping in the river and stared at it.

"Oh, Jesus!" said Janet. Her heart hammered. Her tits heaved. Hot pussyjuice gushed down the insides of her legs.

Cheryl flushed from head to toe, gazing first at her brother, then at Ben's huge, cock. "Oh, Janet," she gasped, "I don't believe it!" As hot cuntjuice shot out of her pussy, she squeezed her legs together hard. Her clit squirmed. She felt the warm tingling sensations beginning in the pit of her asshole and cunt.