William Scott: His horny sister

Oh, why do I have to be such a pig? she thought. But underneath she believed she wasn't really to blame. If Steve would only be good to her, and quit being so damned narrow-minded, she wouldn't have any need for Todd.

She trembled with apprehension as she thought about the days that lay ahead.

It was afternoon when Steve returned. When he opened the door and saw Todd seated with Sharon in the living room, his eyes lit up and he gave his young brother-in-law a wide grin.

"Well, look who's here!" he exclaimed. "How the hell are you, Todd?"

He stuck his hand out, and Todd eagerly jumped up to clasp it. "It's good to see you, Steve! Hey, how are those Eskimo broads? I hear their husbands lend them out to house guests."

"Don't believe everything you hear," Steve advised. "Say, shouldn't you be in school this time of year?"

"Yeah, I should. But I have a little trouble and I'm temporarily expelled."

Steve gave a whistle. "Gee, that's too bad."

"I know. Man, it's a bummer!"

Sharon hadn't said anything. She just glanced tensely back and forth from her brother to her husband, hoping that all would go well. But she felt a sickening certainty that something would happen to reveal her involvement with Todd.

Steve, who had stocked some beer in the refrigerator, offered a can to Todd.

"I thought you and Shari didn't drink," the young man said.

Steve looked at him closely. "What gave you that idea?"

Sharon held her breath, but her brother recovered deftly. "I just assumed it, I guess. I mean, you're both kind of conservative in your habits."

"Well, I don't think a beer is exactly demoralizing," Steve said as he walked into the kitchen to fetch the refreshments.

Todd threw a wink at Sharon and followed her husband into the kitchen.

She remained on pins and needles. This was going to be a painful time, she knew, regardless of what happened.

Steve and Todd brought the beers into the living room, and the three sat down to have a drink and talk about old times. Steve gave no hint of the tension that existed between Sharon and himself as they all chatted. But he made no loving gestures toward her, either. Todd noticed this.

When he got around to asking Steve if he could stay with Sharon and him for a while, the other man's response was an immediate "yes".

"We'd be glad to have you," he said, "If you don't mind bunking en the sofa."

"That's fine," Todd said, glancing at Sharon.

She averted her eyes. Steve noticed her peculiar response and wondered what was the matter with her.

Sharon remained tense for the rest of the day, fearing that at any time something might be said which would reveal the truth about Todd and herself. But the time passed uneventfully.

Even so, she decided that night to have a talk with her husband and try to persuade him to ask Todd to leave. She waited until Todd had retired in the living room and she and Steve were in the bedroom together, starting to take off their clothes.

She had removed her dress and was wearing a short half slip and bra. Steve had taken off his shirt, shoes and socks.

He picked up his robe and pajamas and was about to step into the bathroom to complete undressing when she stopped him.

"I don't believe it's going to work out with Todd here," she said.

He looked at her strangely. "Why not? Todd and I have always gotten along well."

"But this is a small apartment and…" She found that she didn't know what else to say.

"And what?" Steve asked.

"I just don't think it will work out," she repeated lamely.

"For God's sake, Sharon, he's your own brother! You ought to like having him here."

"Well, I don't – especially since we're having trouble as it is."

What does he have to do with that?

"Nothing," she said quickly. "But there's a certain amount of tension."

"I'm not tense," he told her, turning again towards the bathroom. "It's just that we don't have the marriage we used to have – and that sure as hell isn't my fault."

She felt like crying.

While he was in the bathroom, she took off her slip and bra. He returned from the bathroom in his robe and pajamas and found her in just a pair of yellow panties. He couldn't help ogling her tits for a few moments, but then he forced himself to glance away.

She kept walking back and forth, busying herself with inconsequential things. But actually she was trying to attract him. This worked to a certain extent. His eyes kept returning to her jutting boobs, which quivered enticingly as she moved. He also stared at her bouncy ass in her thin silken panties.

He wanted a piece that night, but he kept thinking, she isn't all mine. She also belonged to somebody else, and maybe she still does.

Finally she removed her panties, showing him the fine bunch of fluff on her pussy mound. He turned the other way and removed his robe. He climbed into bed.

As she went into the bathroom to start the water running in the tub, he tuned off the lamp next to his side of the bed. He hoped to be able to fall asleep before she came back.

However, this proved impossible. He kept thinking about her and what had happened to their lives. He blamed himself, in a way, for leaving her alone for so long. But she could have tried a little harder to remain true to him. She would have, he believed, if she had loved him as much as she said she did.

She returned naked from her bath and climbed into bed beside him. He didn't speak or move, but she knew he wasn't asleep. She reached down under the covers and across to the crotch of his pajamas. She fondled his privates through the cloth.

Steve tried not to respond, but again he couldn't help himself. Now that Sharon knew all the tricks for arousing a man, she was even more irresistible than before, when she had been merely beautiful and sweet. He rolled over and faced her.

"Send Todd away," she said. "Please, darling – we need a chance to be alone, to get to know each other again."

Steve couldn't understand her attitude. "You send him away if you don't want him here. He's your brother."

"Oooh, Steve…"

He wrapped his hands around her tits and bent to lick at the nipples, which were hard and jutting. He clamped his lips around one of the lovely stems and sucked.

Again she climbed onto her fluffy cloud and began to soar. Her hands fluttered up around her husband's head and began to push him down. He went a ways, licking into her sweet little belly button and browsing over the smooth flesh below.

But as soon as his chin touched her fluff, he stopped and lifted his head.

She reached for his cock, gasped the firm column, and began to stroke her encircling hand up and down on it.

"Lie on your back, honey," she said, her voice soft and husky.

"No," he said. "I just want to fuck you."

She sighed and lay back. He climbed atop her, still wearing his pajamas, his prick sticking out through the fly.

He probed with the end of his tool in her nest of hair and soft flesh folds. He found the mouth of her cunt; however, it wasn't quite ready to receive his prick yet. He hadn't taken nearly enough time with her, and he hadn't let her do the preliminary things with him that she liked to do.

Still, he pushed, forcing his way into her nearly dry cunt. There was discomfort, and she gasped. His thick cock forced open the narrow walls of her twat, and the intense friction quickly gave her the stimulation that she needed in order for her juices to flow. After several strokes, her snatch was well lubricated, and she began rising eagerly to his fucking thrusts.

She lifted her legs and crossed them over his back. She pushed her pussy vigorously down the length of his rod. He moved faster, stroking his stiff dick into her hole.