Frank Brown: When Mom and Dad are away

Suddenly, the coach grunted. "I'm coming! Drink it! Swallow every drop!"

The girl sounded as if she were choking to death. The coach grunted repeatedly like a bull. Jenny thought she was going to faint with excitement and fear. What if the coach caught her eavesdropping? What if he suddenly yanked open the door and saw her standing there?

There was a commotion in the office, as if a desk was being moved, and Jenny pulled away from the door and fled down the hallway and out of the school building as quickly and quietly as she could.

She arrived home in what seemed like minutes. She'd been so absorbed in thoughts, so lost in the whirling commotion of her mind that she'd walked home mechanically, zombie-like, seeing nothing, hearing nothing. It was only when she nearly bumped into the car parked in the driveway that she came out of her trance.

It was Barb's car. What in the heck was Barb doing here? Checking up on her and Skip? Trying still to be a baby-sitter?

Wouldn't that woman ever leave her and Skip alone? Was Barb going to ruin their vacation from their parents by bugging the heck out of them everyday, calling them and even coming over to snoop on them? You'd think they were still kids, for Godsake, the way Barb was treating them!

Jenny decided she was going to have a talk with Barb. And if need be, she was going to tell Barb off.

The front door of the house was locked. Strange. Skip didn't have practice this afternoon and should be home from school. And if Barb was here, too, then why was the door locked?

Jenny let herself in, dropped her books on the living room couch, kicked off her shoes, and went to the kitchen, where she expected Skip to be having a snack. The kitchen was deserted.

Next she checked the workout room in the basement. Nobody in sight. That left only the upstairs. What could Barb and Skip be doing up there? Unless Barb was helping Skip with his homework or something in his bedroom.

Jenny padded barefoot up the carpeted stairs and turned down the hall. Immediately, she heard voices coming from Skip's bedroom. She moved slowly down the shadowy hallway, listening.

Barb was giggling. Barb was panting and gasping. Skip was grunting and growling. Something kept knocking rhythmically against the wall.

Skip's bedroom door was wide open. Frowning, Jenny peered from the darkened hallway into the bedroom.

Barb lay face-up on Skip's unmade bed, her naked legs wrapped around Skip's thrusting loins, her toes clutching with each ramming of the boy's cock into her pussy. Both Barb and Skip were stark naked. The boy's thrusts were so powerful that the bed banged repeatedly against the wall.

"Ahhh, you hot juicy bitch!" Skip growled. "I'm gonna plow your tight pussy till you scream!"

"Baby!" Barb whined, clawing the boy's back, rocking her loins upward to meet his grinding, ramming thrusts. "Ohhhh, Skip!"

Jenny stared as if hypnotized. Pussy-juice dribbled from under the crotch of her panties and ran down her legs like hot sap. She reached up under her skirt, up under her panties, and started finger-fucking herself. She couldn't think. All she could do was watch and feel.

"Oh, you hunk!" Barb muttered, grinding up against the humping, squirming teenager. "Such a big cock! And you know how to use it!"

"You taught me everything I know, baby-sitter." Skip licked Barb's neck, then gnawed into the side of it like a vampire.

Barb's eyes rolled back and a wail of pain and ecstasy escaped her slack mouth. Her body started to shake and jerk, her fingers and toes clawing in a frenzy.

"I'm coming!" she whined. "Ohhhhh, Skip!"

The boy humped her wildly, slamming his cock in her spasming cunt until Barb looked as if she would explode from the intensity of her sensations. As her orgasms subsided, she pushed up at Skip with all her strength and rolled him off her.

"Bitch!" Skip panted. "I was two seconds from creaming!"

"You must learn to hold it, horny boy," Barb said. "The longer you hold it, the better it'll feel when you come."

"How do you know?"

"It's what all my boyfriends have always told me," Barb said. "And I've had a lot of boyfriends." She kissed the tips of her fingers and planted the kiss on Skip's nose. "Besides I want to do an experiment."

She reached off the bed into a handbag and pulled out a tape measure.

"You wanna measure my cock again?" Skip said. "You've already measured it a thousand times."

"Lie back," Barb said. "And hold up your cock."

Skip groaned, but lay back on the mattress, holding his cock vertical as Barb stretched the tape measure from his groin to his pisshole. "You know it's eight inches."

"Nine," Barb said.

"What?" Skip's eyes widened as he studied the tape measure. "I'll be damned!"

"You're super-excited," Barb said. "You're cock's so hard it looks like your knob's gonna pop off. When a cock gets as hard as this, it grows." Barb giggled, gingerly squeezing the boy's cock with her fingertips. "What a slab of meat! I wish I could measure it while you're coming. I bet it would be even bigger."

Skip took the tape measure away from Barb. He put his free hand on top of her head and pushed her face toward his cock. "Pleasure it, baby-sitter! Gimme a blowjob!"

Barb took Skip's cock away from him and began to lick his knob. Holding his foreskin down tight, she slurped around and around, slurped up and down, lapped up the cock-drool as it oozed from the boy's wide-open pisshole. Skip groaned, his toes working sensuously, all the sinews of his feet sliding under the skin.

"You've got such a big, sweaty prick," Barb purred. "And such a tasty knob. Don't ever wash this knob, baby! Anytime you want it washed I'll lick it clean!"

Skip arched up, moaning, humping upward as Barb tortured the underside of his knob with her wet, dripping tongue.

"Big prick!" Barb said. "I love big teen prick!"

She lapped from one end of the boy's cock to the other, lapped front and back and sides, nuzzled down and licked the sweat off the boy's balls.

Jenny saw double. Her vision blurred as hot tears of excitement flooded her eyes. Spit filled her mouth, and she swallowed repeatedly. Her panties felt unbearably tight, and she peeled them down her smooth legs and dropped them, sopping wet, on the carpet.

Then she sat down, her legs crossed, her skirt hiked up to her middle, and she pumped her middle finger in and out of her pussy, her eyes on her brother's huge cock. She tried to imagine the smell of it, the taste of it.

Gazing seductively into Skip's eyes, Barb opened her mouth wide and swallowed the head of his cock. As she sucked, she churned her tongue at his pleasure-strand, making him gasp and squirm.

"I'm close!" Skip moaned, and Barb left off licking his magic spot and slid her lips down his veiny cockshaft. His knob stuffed her throat. She looked like she'd swallowed a rattlesnake.

Skip writhed on the mattress, his blond head tossing from side to side, his muscular feet working as the pleasure coursed through him.

"My balls are gonna bust if you don't get me off pretty soon, lady!"

Still gazing into Skip's eyes, Barb began to bob her head, to slide the ring of her lips up and down his cockshaft, to massage his knob with her throat and tongue. Her right hand was wrapped half around the base of his super-thick cock. Her left hand slid down between her legs, her middle finger disappearing between the furry lips of her cunt. Her eyes rolled ecstatically as she began to jerk off while sucking the boy's cock. What does it taste like? What does it feel like in your mouth? Jenny wanted to ask Barb. Can I try? Can I suck it? I wanna suck it so bad!

Skip spread his muscular legs wider. He clasped his hands behind his head, relaxing as he let Barb do most of the work. Slowly, reflexively, his hips rocked. Each suck of Barb's mouth made his balls swell and lift in their smooth sac. His sensuously working toes looked so sexy to Jenny that she felt a nearly irresistible urge to crawl into the bedroom and to lick his feet.