Ray Mills - Brothers Ball Best

Shari Reynolds enjoyed a warm bubble bath almost more than anything in life. She lay in the bath one Saturday evening when no one was home but her, watching the soap bubbles glisten all over her wet young body. The soft thick buds of her round nipples were veiled by a lace of white bubbles.

Her sleek, shapely thighs glimmered, and her crotch was invisible under a huge mound of soapy froth. She tried to imagine certain men happening on her as she lay voluptuously like this in the bath, her wet nakedness there for the taking.

The mere thought made shivers race up and down her back. She imagined her boyfriend Chuck. She had let him fuck her once, but it had all been over so fast that it was no fun for Shari.

But she knew he would go crazy with lust if he saw her this way. Then she tried to imagine others. Her boss, Mr. Shuman, who was only about thirty, and who kept looking at her like he'd like to rip her clothes off and rape her on the spot.

Or even members of her own family. The thought made her blush hotly.

How could I even think of such a thing? she wondered.

But she had seen her younger brother John looking at her sometimes just like Mr. Shuman did.

And John was three years younger than her. He looked at her tits like he wanted to eat them. And when she wore a short skirt, she could see the swelling in his crotch when he stared at her shapely tanned legs.

These thoughts heated her up, and soon she was squirming under the bubbles and water. Her hands crawled feverishly all over her wet, naked flesh. She cupped her firm tits and pinched her nipples.

"Unnhhhhhh!" she gasped as the hot darts of pleasure shot through the full, springy mounds.

Both hands trailed down to her crotch, dipping under a mountain of glistening bubbles. The fingers of one hand slipped between the parted lips of her aching cunt. With her other hand she diddled the taut berry of her swollen clit.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, feeling delicious squirts of pleasure.

As she slowly finger-fucked herself, it was hard for Shari not to appreciate the breathtaking beauty of her naked body. Her creamy skin was damp and shiny, paler around her tits and hips where her bathing suit kept away the sun. She had an incredibly narrow waist and flat stomach, which accentuated her swelling hips, and the jutting round globes of her perfectly shaped tits.

As she quivered and panted while bringing herself to a high pitch of sexual excitement, her luscious body strained and flexed, her smooth flesh writhing sensually up out of the rolling water and suds. She gasped frantically as her hands worked to bring herself off. God, I'm going to cum, I'm going to make myself cum! she thought, not really having intended to do it at first.

But now she knew she couldn't stop herself.

Her back arched, and her hips bucked frantically. She probed her streaming pussy with two fingers, pinching her clit at the same time with her other hand. She knew she was just seconds away from a sharp climax.

Moaning and mewling hysterically, she suddenly felt like she wasn't alone. Realizing that she had not closed the door to the bathroom, thinking she was home alone, she glanced over and saw her younger brother John paralyzed in the doorway, staring at her naked body.

"Oh God!" Shari cried out.

All the sexual arousal quickly drained out of her body. She collapsed under the water and bubbles, trying to hide her nakedness from him. She could feel a hot blush of shame covering almost every inch of her exposed flesh.

"Johnny, what are you doing here!" she shouted at him, covering her tits with her hands. "Don't you believe in announcing yourself?"

Johnny grinned sheepishly. He looked down at his feet.

"I… I couldn't help it," he said. "You look gorgeous, Shari."

"You shouldn't even be looking at me!" she yelled, enraged at him. "I'm your own sister!"

And yet she knew even as she said it that somehow that fact made it curiously exciting. John couldn't stop starting at her. His eyes darted over her wet thighs.

Shari could see the lump in his crotch that she had seen at other times. He had a hard-on. The knowledge set her own blood racing.

What's happening here? she asked herself. This is weird. We aren't supposed to be feeling this way. He's my own brother.

Why should I feel this way just because he's staring at my naked body?

But Shari couldn't deny the deep hot throbbing in her pussy that seemed to be caused by her younger brother's stares.

"You act like you've never seen a woman's body naked before," she said to him softly.

And she was surprised to hear how coy, even seductive, her own voice sounded. It was almost as if she was teasing him, and she didn't intend to at all. Now John was blushing even redder than she had.

"I… I guess I haven't," he said shyly. "I mean, not for real. Only pictures, movies."

Suddenly all Shari's sisterly warmth for him began to come out. She sat up in the bath and extended her arms toward him. Her wet body was streaked with soft bubbles, and John gawked with fascination at her glistening skin.

"Oh, Johnny, you should've told me," she said. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that. Come here, let me give you a hug."

Slowly her brother came over to the bathtub, still blushing. He got down on his knees. Shari put her arms around him.

What am I doing? she wondered. This is wild and exciting, but we shouldn't be doing it at all!

"Oh, I'm going to get you all wet," she said, pretending to draw back.

But John's hands caught her naked back and wouldn't let her move away.

Shari's lips were just inches from his cheek. His face showed his terror and lust. It excited her even more.

"It's okay," he said in a hoarse voice. "I don't mind."

"Johnny, you're staring at my tits."

"God, I can't help it, Shari."

"If I let you touch them, will you be satisfied and stop staring and go away and let me finish my bath?"

"Yes."

Slowly, his hands came around her body to her tits. Her succulent titglobes were wet and veiled with bubbles, but he cupped them anyway, and squeezed them gently. Shari felt warm waves of sexual arousal flow through her body.

Before she knew it, John was bending his head to them. She felt his mouth, just before it fastened on one of her nipples and sucked sharply, soap bubbles and all.

"Ahhhhhh!" she gasped with pleasure and surprise. "Oh, Johnny!"

Her brother attacked her tingling tit as if he was afraid it would escape. Shari arched her back, pushing the firm tit-flesh into his face. Her nipple sprang erect inside his working mouth.

"Johnny, it's got soap all over it!" she whimpered.

"I don't care," he gasped.

But Shari pulled back.

"At least let me wash off the soap." She smiled, pouring water all over her upswept tits with her cupped hands.

The sight of the water cascading over her beautiful naked tits was more than her brother could take. He grasped them in both hands and began to devour them again, tongue-stabbing and sucking her pulsing nipples wildly. Shari moaned softly with pleasure, digging her fingers into his scalp.

"Oh God, Johnny, yes, suck them, suck them hard! Please! Ohhhhhh!"

She couldn't believe how exciting it was to have him so passionately sucking and gnawing her throbbing tits. He was trying to swallow them.

The sensations nearly sent Shari over the edge.

She was whimpering uncontrollably before she knew it. Her body squirmed and splashed water all over her brother. But nothing could stop him from squeezing and sucking her tits and biting her nipples until she was nearly insane with lust.

"Ohhhnnnn, Johnny, you're driving me crazy!" she panted.