Kevin Sellers - This family does it

"Do it, do it good like that Aunt Sharon! Oh man, I'm gonna blast! I'm – gonna – aaaahhhh!"

It happened suddenly. His cock rippled, and a long thick arc of cum spurted into her mouth.

She swallowed it down greedily, feeling it slosh and slide all the way down to her tummy. Then a second blast flooded her mouth, and she gulped at that as well.

"Oh shit… oh fuck that's good, ahhh…" Will thrashed and jerked in groaning completion as his cock was pumped dry, all its precious cream soaked up between his aunt's vise-like lips. Her head kept bobbing until his prick was absolutely drained, and didn't stop until she couldn't wring another drop from it.

Then she sank to the ground once more, tonguing the last little splatters of warm, sticky jizz and collapsing in a sated heap before him.

"Oh God, that was… uhhhmmm…"

Will wobbled weakly, beaming with glee as he looked down at his fucking, sucking aunt. "You did it, Auntie! Oh man, you really sucked me dry!"

He laughed out laud, hitching up his pants at last. And there was plenty to laugh about. After all, what other guy had an aunt like this?

"They must be having quite a time out there," Ted said, peering out the kitchen window and drying his hands on a dishcloth. "Here we're done already, and not a peep out of them. That's a good sign, Sis. I'm glad Sharon and Will are getting along."

"So am I," Joyce agreed, putting the last of the dishes away. "But there was never anything to worry about, was there? Honestly Ted, Sharon's a darling. How could anyone help but like her? The only thing that bothers me is why a nice young woman like that would get herself attached to a big hunk like – ow!"

She screamed and darted out of range, laughing as Ted swatted at her with the dishcloth, a grin plastered across his boyish face.

"Very funny," he said as he lunged at his older sister, rolling the dishcloth up for a second attack. "Now what was that you were saying? I don't hear very well."

"I give up!" Joyce threw her hands in the air in mock submission, smiling along with her brother. "She's a lucky girl, and don't I know it! I only hope you don't treat her in the same gentlemanly fashion you treat your own sister! How about a beer, as a peace offering?"

"Sounds great." Ted yawned and patted his flat stomach as Joyce got out two cans and opened them. "Oh man, I just can't get over the ton of food I put away. You still make just about the best potato salad in town, Sis, and that's a fact."

He took a grateful gulp of the beer she handed him, while Joyce sipped hers.

Normally she didn't drink, but tonight she was in the mood. Despite the pleasant family meal and the light banter with her brother, Joyce was uncomfortably aware of the ache deep in her cunt. It had strangely been like that all day, throbbing like a pulse within her. Despite her morning's relaxation, it just hadn't gone away. If anything it seemed to get worse, and the heady strength of the beer instantly made her feel giddy and relaxed.

"Why don't we go out on the front porch?" she suggested suddenly. "It's cooler out there and if our wayward relations ever get finished stargazing, they'll have no trouble finding us. And just to make the offer more enticing, why don't we take along some refreshments?"

His eyebrows shot up, and that infectious grin of his widened. "How can I resist an offer like that? Lead the way, Sis. It'd serve Sharon right if I got a little smashed tonight, just to show her she's not the only one who can have fun!"

They laughed, and Joyce led.

It was cooling off outside, now that the night had fallen. They settled on the old creaking porch swing, and Ted was deep into his third beer when Joyce giggled unexpectedly.

"What's up, Sis?"

"Oh, nothing." At first she didn't intend to tell him, but then the words flooded out. "I was just remembering when you were Will's age, the crazy things you used to do. Compared to you, my son's a blessing!"

Ted gave a grump of injured innocence and reached for a fresh can. "That might be how you remember it, but it just so happens that when I was Will's age, I was a model of perfection, with a twenty-year-old sister who never missed a chance to give me hell! You played that big-sister routine to the hilt, as I recall."

"Oh really?" Joyce gave him a haughty look, but had to smile at the truth in his words. "Well, maybe I was a bit too motherly. But it wasn't all a bed of thorns, you know. Do you remember the little games we used to play?"

The memory came back, and Ted let out a slightly embarrassed laugh. "Hell, I hadn't thought about that in years! If the folks had caught us doing some of the things we did in those days, they would've skinned us alive – or you, anyway, since you were the one who started most of it."

"Oh, is that just so?" She had him blushing now, and she liked it. Joyce went on in an impish tone. "Remember our wrestling matches? Or are you going to tell me those were my idea too? It seems to me that those were strictly your fault, and somehow I always ended up on top! Don't think I didn't know what you were up to!"

Their conversation had taken an unexpected turn, and Ted shifted uncomfortably. His grin turned rueful. "Well hell, when a bay's got a sister built like you were, he's got to get just a little of it out of his system! Besides, you were in damned good shape in those days – not that you've changed much since then, but I've grown a bit myself. Things'd be different if we were up to that silliness again – hey!"

Joyce acted without thinking – partly because of the beers she'd downed, and partly because of the implied challenge in her brother's tone. Suddenly she rose and plopped down on Ted's lap, straddling him. Her light-cotton skirt fainted out across his thighs, and she spoke in a stern, teasing tone.

"Things would be different huh? There was never a day I couldn't out-wrestle you, Ted Brant. And I can do it now just like I did back then, too!"

"Hey Sis!" Taken by surprise, Ted only laughed as his sister pinned him back in the swaying porch swing, reenacting their teenaged wrestling sessions.

"Give up?" she purred.

A little drunk and very determined not to give in again after all these years, Ted clamped his strong hands about her waist and tried playfully to wiggle out from under her. His hips lurched back and forth, riding the bulge of his trousers across her pantie-clad crotch in a feeble effort to escape.

Joyce gasped at the feel of her brother's hard cock pushing against her pussy and a gush of hot juice soaked her panties.

The tease in her voice made Ted grin. They'd both had just enough beer to enjoy their little romp down memory lane all too much, and at that moment it was a dare he couldn't pass up.

"Well now, I can hardly refuse an offer like that, can I? Let's find out just how far you'll go to make a point, Sis. Go ahead – I dare you."

Those were exactly the words Joyce wanted to hear. Still smiling, she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. "I remember how you used to sneak feels of my tits during those wrestling matches when you thought I wouldn't notice. You always did like my tits, didn't you? I wonder if you still do?"

The blouse flapped open and this time Ted's breath sucked in with a shocked gasp. It was obvious his sister wasn't wearing a bra. Her pendulous tits dangled freely under the loose material, bobbling and swaying with the same enticement that had never failed to make his cock rock hard when they were teenagers.

Suddenly their game didn't seem very funny at all. Ted's mouth went dry, and he could feel his jaw working at the nearness of those lush, jutting tits. The flapping blouse barely hid them from view, showing off the sharp cleavage of his sister's creamy ample tits with a display that made his throat constrict.