William Scott: His horny sister

"I wonder where Stevie is," Sharon slurred as she stood up and turned to Todd.

"Out fucking some babe, most likely," he replied in a casual tone.

"You don't… think he's really doing that, do you?" she asked, blinking her glassy eyes.

"Sure I do, honey. And so do you. But we don't give a slit, because we've got each other. Come on, Shari baby… sister dear… let's go into the bedroom and have us a ball!"

"No, Todd… ooh, nooo…" she said plaintively.

"Oh, yes!" he insisted, and swung her up in his arms, her skirt sliding back to her lap.

The bearded man on the couch stared at her panty-sheathed ass and acquired a hard-on. As Todd and Sharon disappeared into the bedroom he got up and walked over to the young blonde in hot pants. He moved up behind her, pressing the lump in his jeans against the crack between her satin-clad buttcheeks.

She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "Well, who're you, man?" she asked.

"A lonely traveler," he said, "looking for a place to hole up in."

She leaned close and whispered drunkenly in his ear. "I've got a hole that isn't busy." She giggled.

He drew her down to the floor, next to his dog.

"Ooh noooh, Todd, don't fuck me," Sharon pleaded as he put her down on the bed. "Don't fuck me, please!"

"You know you want it, baby," he said as he stood next to the bed and began to strip his clothes off. "That little cunt of yours is burning."

"But it's not right, Todd! You're my brother and…"

"That never stopped us before," he said, dropping his pants.

He wore no shorts, and his large cock sprang out to hang well forward of his ball. If it hadn't been for all the pot he had smoked, it would have been straight by that time. But he knew that just a little tickling – or the sucking of Sharon's sweet lips – would do the job.

He was fairly confident that Steve wouldn't be back for a while, because he had seen him leave with Barbara. When Barbara took a man to her pad, Todd knew from experience, he was in for a long, hard highly pleasurable session.

Sharon stared at her brother's prick and knew it was what she wanted. She would have preferred Steve's, and Steve's only, if she could have had it whenever she wailed, as she wanted, and in a loving way. But Steve was a narrow-minded, suspicious bastard who didn't love her any more, she drunkenly believed. And Todd, though he might be a bastard and probably didn't love her either, at least knew how to make a warm-blooded young girl happy.

By the time he was nude, she was ready to receive him, and she wrapped her arms around him when he lay down on the bed. In her drink-befuddled state, she didn't think about what might happen if she were to arrive home and catch them together. She only thought of Steve as the man who didn't want her and Todd, her brother, as the one who did.

He slid a hand up underneath her skirt and petted the silk-cuddled curves of her bottom. The tip of his middle finger stroked the slit of her pussy through her pants. As she kissed him hotly, he pulled her panty crotch aside and did first one, then two fingers into her already moist and open cunt.

Her tongue fucked his mouth in the same rhythm his fingers applied to her hot, hair-fringed hole. His other hand slid from underneath her and grasped a full, springy tit. But since she wore a brassiere, he wasn't able to gain the degree of response from the titty that he desired.

He pulled his mouth off hers. "Come on," he growled, "I want to undress you."

She lay back and let him have his way as her head spun giddily. Todd pulled, her dress up and over her head, leaving her in bra and panties. He rolled her onto her belly and unhooked the bra. He looked at her ass in the pink, silken briefs and brought his hand down hard across both buttcheeks, making a loud sound and causing her asscheeks to wobble erotically.

"Ooowwwww!" she wailed. "What'd you do that for?"

"Just cause I felt like it," he said, pulling her pants down. "But don't worry – I'll kiss it and make it well."

He bent and planted a wet, licking kiss on the fullness of each quivering, soft, smooth buttock.

That felt good to Sharon. She had never gotten her ass kissed before.

Todd rolled her onto her back and pulled her panties the rest of the way along her legs, lifting her legs in the air. As he removed the pants from her feet and her legs fell back, they flopped wide open.

"Baby, you've got the prettiest cunt in captivity," Todd said as he bent to press his sucking lips against it.

He speared the soft, moist petals with his tongue, and Sharon squealed softly. Todd stroked his tongue in and out and across her hard clitoris, and she writhed, grinding her fresh, young twat against his face.

She didn't think of him as her brother now. He was just an uninhibited young man who wanted her and was willing to give her what she needed.

He crawled forward and straddled her neck, letting his big balls plop against her chin. His cock swung, half-hard, above her face, trailing a stung of gleaming clear lubricant from us tip. She grasped the firm rod and tilted its head down to her lips as he adjusted his position slightly.

She began to suck his cock with noisy, greedy slurps.

The couple who had been finger-fucking on the sofa in the other room had left the apartment by this time. Now the only guests who remained were the bearded man and the blonde in the hot pants – or, rather, the blonde who had worn the hot pants. She was nude now.

The man, also nude, lay on his back on the rug while the girl sat astride him, twisting and pumping her cunt up and down on his upthrust shaft.

She didn't pay any attention to the animal. In fact, she didn't know he was there, until he unfurled his long, red tongue and began to swipe it up and down her ass crack and ever the edge of her twat, licking at his master's cock also.

Just then the outer door of the apartment opened, and Barbara entered with Steve following behind.

"Well, look what's happening here!" she said.

The blonde girl and bearded man looked at her but continued fucking. She didn't mind being watched by people.

Steve glanced around. "Where are Sharon and Todd?"

Barbara looked pointedly at the closed bedroom door.

Suddenly everything clicked into place in Steve's mind, and he only required the confirmation which lay behind the door. He strode across the room and flung the door open.

The sight of Todd straddling Sharon's neck and stroking his stiff prick in and out of her mouth burned itself into Steve's brain. He stood for a moment and just stared at the fantastically lewd spectacle of his wife blowing her own brother's prick.

Suddenly rage overcame Steve, and he rushed into the room.

Todd saw him and quickly pulled back, jerking his cock out of Sharon's sucking mouth. She opened her eyes and stared drunkenly up at her husband. She gasped.

Todd backed off the bed. He forced a grin. "We were just kidding around, Steve," he said. "We both got kind've high and…"

Steve moved up to the younger man and threw a punch with lightning speed. It connected with the point of Todd's chin and toppled him. He dropped onto his butt on the floor and passed out.

Sharon, sick with fear and the realization of what Steve had seen, scooted backward on the bed so that her spine was pressed against the headboard. Her mouth and eyes were open wide as she stared at her husband. He turned towards her.

"No, Steve… ooh God, no… please don't!" she cried, fearing that he might kill her.

He had a right to do so, she thought. She had betrayed him terribly, and she had betrayed herself as well, by getting sexually involved with her brother.

Steve had never felt such hatred for another human being. Yet even so, he couldn't ignore Sharon's beauty or the appeal she still held for him. He wanted her, even as he hated her. His interlude with Barbara, satisfying as it had been at the time, didn't lessen his desire for Sharon now.