Rex Taylor: Turned on family

They pulled apart, for Robin knew that he was out of it for right now. His jism dripped from her lips, spilling onto her creamy boobs as she wiped her mouth. One droplet splattered onto her left nipple and she rubbed his fuck cream into her flesh as if it were some kind of musky perfume. She smacked her lips, dabbing with hands at her chin, licking fingers clean, showing him that she had no regrets whatever about blowing him and drinking his jizz.

"Did you like it?" she asked softly. His answer was a kiss planted squarely atop her juicy lips, and their tongues invaded one another's mouths, probing, testing, searching for traces of the juices each had slurped. They cuddled and hugged, and she felt his fingers stray across her boobs. One of his hands slipped down to the forest of pussy hair between her thighs and fingers pushed inside her gash. They found the clitoral bump his tongue had missed completely, and he was rewarded for his persistence when she throbbed in his arms and moaned passionately into his kissing mouth.

Not much of a come, Robin decided, but it was a start. She twisted her body as they lay so that she was rubbing him with herself from shoulders to knees, and she felt his prick swell up afresh, bumping insistently on her belly. She put a hand between them, caressing his dick, and when he slid her onto her back, she moved agreeably. "Please?" he asked. "One more time?"

She smiled up at him and nodded, touched by the fervor on his sweet young face. He was just a kid. He could keep his cock up all night. Her eyes drifted to the alarm clock on his desk, noting that it wasn't quite one in the morning. How many more times? Did it matter? It was for his own good. She spread her thighs and he got between them, instinctively rubbing his cocktip up and down the puffy lips of her cunt. Just for his good, she wondered. For hers, too.

Robin sighed as his cock penetrated her cunt completely on the first push. Her hands went up, bracing against his shoulders. "Not so fast," she warned. "Make it last a long, long time. You'll like it a lot better. Promise."

Sean smiled in reply. He rabbit fucked into her twat one more time before putting his hips into low gear as his pecker began to slide in and out of her cunt with almost excruciating slowness. Robin's pussy was damp but she could feel the friction of his dick rubbing the tingly walls of her cunt and she knew that the fuck would be good.

He was twisting himself from side to side as he screwed her, and the pulling of his cock had a super-nice effect on her cunt muscles. She could feel the tentative squiggling of flesh around her clitty, too, and it made her feel juicy inside.

"That's it," she sighed. "Take your time. We've got all night, lover."

Was this wicked? she asked herself. Really? Honestly? Helping a sweet young boy discover he was really a man? Of course not. And she wasn't half as horny as she'd been just an hour or so ago. "Yes," she told him, "ball me just that way." Her hips lifted and his prick slid even deeper into her oozing cunt.

"See," she panted, "it's easy to be friendly with a girl." Her stiff-titied boobs wobbled as a mini-tremor rippled through her cunt and she gave a muted moan.

Robin's head tossed from side to side on the bed. Sometimes she lifted her face so he could drop his and bring their mouths together. He was fucking her as if they'd always been lovers, but she was fully aware that she had led him on his way. And in the future, no matter whose pecker might be jabbing inside her cunt, she'd recall the night she insured Sean Willis a heterosexually successful life, and she'd have to smile madonnalike at the memory.

"What in the world is going on in here?" someone asked, and that was funny, because it was a piping, adolescent voice with just a trace of husk in it. And it couldn't be her voice, or Sean's, because they were kissing once more at that precise point in time.

"Mmmm," Robin purred, shaking her head to free herself from Sean's lips, and he moved his face, too, both of them looking towards the doorway where Jamie stood, her eyes as big as saucers.

"What are you doing?!" Jamie repeated, taking a couple of steps forward. Her eyes looked as if they were ready to pop out.

Robin pushed at Sean's chest and he slid off her, his prick jumping free of her tight slit. He rolled onto his back beside her, both of them staring at his sister in the doorway.

Jamie looked at Robin's flushed face and at her brother's stiff rod. Both of them were naked and sweating. She knew damned well what they'd been doing, but somehow she couldn't quite believe it. Her shy brother? "You were screwing!" she accused, the tone challenging them to attempt a denial.

There was no answer. "Well?" she insisted. "Weren't you?" Her fingers pulled unconsciously at the locks of auburn hair that streamed below her shoulders.

"Yes," Robin said resignedly. "That's what we were doing."

Jamie stared at Robin's lush body, not without a twinge of envious resentment. The older girl was like a blonde cat. Sleek, shiny hair, wide cheekbones, green eyes that tended to slant, a small chin set beneath sassy lips, wide and thin. And her figure, Robin's tits were plump and round, capped with dark nipples that looked like candy kisses on the cream of her boobs. So much better developed than Jamie's little titties. Envy mingled with admiration when Jamie studied the babysitter's cunt bush, a clump of curly gold that had been pressed flat beneath the pistoning weight of Sean's body, but a thick patch of pussy moss all the same.

And then her eyes fell upon Sean, lying naked, red-faced, beside Robin, his cock sticking up. He seemed too preoccupied with fright to worry about covering his hard on. Jamie hadn't seen her brother's dick in a long, long time, oh, except for the trouser bulges she'd noticed from time to time but even the dirty pictures she'd copped from his room hadn't quite prepared her for the sheer physical power that seemed to radiate out of the reddened cock sticking up from his wiry crotch fuzz.

There were butterflies in Jamie's stomach as she made herself understand that her brother had been fucking Robin, just like the people did in his sex pictures. That he'd been lying atop the blonde babysitter, ramming his cock into her cunt. That if she hadn't heard the noise and come to investigate, they'd have kept on fucking till both of them climaxed, till Robin squealed with her come and Sean filled her slit with his jism.

"So," she gloated. "Well, don't let me interrupt. Go on." Someone else seemed to be speaking through Jamie's voice, and there was a wicked insistence in her words.

Sean's eyes rolled helplessly and his cock began to soften. Robin slid to the edge of the bed, her feet dropping over the side. "Not on your Goddamned life!" she snapped. "I'm going downstairs to sleep on the couch. By myself!"

Jamie's lips twisted into a smile and her words were dripping with saccharin. "If you don't," she smirked, "I'll tell on you." There! She'd done it! What would they say to that? Besides, she'd looked at the photographs for so long, and now she had the chance to see a real fuck happening right before her eyes.

Jamie noticed that poor Sean's cock had shrunken and wilted now, just a little worm dangling from his crotch. He had to be scared. This was a lot more fun than teasing him with panty glimpses, Jamie decided.

Robin frowned. Bitch was too nice a word for this teeny aunt! And look at Sean! His hands were shaking and his prick had shriveled up pathetically. The poor kid was so scared he might never be able to get a hard on again, and that was too bad. He'd been improving by the minute, and now his sexual future hung in jeopardy.

Robin lifted her legs and lay flat out once more, her hand drifting down across Sean's belly. "I don't think we have any choice," she commiserated. Her hand encircled his prick. Two deft pulls, one squeeze, and his rod was hot and hard in her grip. Robin smiled encouragingly and parted her legs.