William Scott: His horny sister

His cockhead stretched the walls of her cunt as it pumped up and down in the slick, clinging channel, touching bottom each time he thrust. His shaft pressed her clitoris, stroking it firmly. All her intimate nerve ends received the most exquisite stimulation, causing her to pant and moan with delight.

Again she surged to climax before he did, and she was baffled in wondrous warmth. All tension left her. As before, she didn't think about the risk of becoming pregnant, and he could have climaxed inside her cunt for the second time if he had so wished.

But he sat up and pulled out of her hole as soon as her climax had tapered off. He gave his red, wet prick several strokes by hand as it projected above her belly and she watched dazedly as his milk-white semen spurted forth to strike her tits and tummy. This was a new experience for her; she had never watched Steve's cock erupt.

Smiling at her, Todd wet his fingertips in the sperm, and placed them against her mouth. She let him smear the viscous fluid along her legs and between them. She tasted the slimy substance and found it surprisingly bland. It was something like the white of an egg.

"How do you feel now?" he asked, still smiling warmly.

"I… don't know."

"You'll figure it out," he said. "Next time I ask you to play, there won't be any argument."

"Oh no, Todd. We mustn't!"

He laughed and climbed off her.

He was very pleased with the progress he had made so far.

He remained in the apartment for the entire day, and he wouldn't allow her to go out. That was all right with Sharon, because she didn't feel like facing people, anyway. The shame of what she had done with her brother was like a weight around her neck. She wasn't able to shrug it off, because of the enjoyment she had derived. Though he had forced her to do those terrible things, she had to admit he had liked them.

She tried to avoid looking at Todd, and she spoke only when necessary. This made for a very strained atmosphere, but Todd didn't mind. He looked forward to that night and was confident that she would respond to him then.

Sharon tried not to think about what lay ahead she couldn't think about Steve, either. She went through the day feeling numb beneath her heavy load of guilt.

She prepared a dinner for Todd and herself, and afterwards they watched television. She kept her eyes trained on the screen and hardly said a thing. Todd continually glanced at her and smiled inwardly.

At a little after ten o'clock, he said, "Well, let's turn in."

"I'll get you a couple of blankets for the couch," she replied and stood up.

He rose and caught her arm as she passed him. "I'm not sleeping on the couch," he announced.

"Todd, please!" There was anguish in her eyes and voice.

"Quit being silly," he said with a grin, and drew her up against him.

Her full tits mashed against his chest, and her belly pressed his crotch. She felt an immediate surge of response. Oh, God, I'm so evil! she thought. But the self-condemnation didn't diminish her desire.

Todd pressed his lips to hers, and his eager tongue opened her mouth wide as it forced its way in. His tongue caressed the entire interior of her mouth, and his impudent hands caressed the globes of her bottom, rubbing and rolling them through her thin skirt and panties.

The heat rose within her, and her tongue began to flutter against his. After a while his tongue retreated back in to his own mouth and hers followed. He clamped his lips around the wet, quivering invader and sucked. This heightened his excitement and hers, as well. After he quit sucking her tongue and allowed it to withdraw, he thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth and she did the sucking.

His cock rose against her belly, and he lifted her skirt at the back so that he could caress her plump ass. Only her silky panties separated her firm buttcheeks from his hands.

She writhed against him. She sucked his tongue harder. Moisture broke from inside her cunt, and she felt very warm indeed.

By the time he terminated the kiss, she was ready to fuck. He walked her into the bedroom. Her eyes were downcast, but her vibrant young body hummed with anticipation of the sinful delights which were in store.

He said, "I want you to undress in front of me. But I'll take off my clothes first."

She offered no argument, but stood compliantly next to the bed as he removed his shirt, shoes, socks, trousers and shorts. His prick had relaxed somewhat, but it still curved forward, ready to snap to rigid erection at the first stimulus.

He folded back the covers and lay down on the sheet.

"Now take your clothes off slowly," he directed. "And pose for me while you do it. Show off your pretty body."

She moved forward numbly and began to unbutton her blouse. She avoided looking directly at him. The blouse slid away, revealing a snugly packed white brassiere.

She unfastened her skirt and let it down. She wore no slip or stockings – just her pink tailored briefs.

"Turn around," he instructed, and she did so.

He stared at the beauty of her ass, hugged by the shining panties. The thin nylon pulled tightly across her buttcheeks, and the faint shadow of her ass crack showed through.

"Take your bra off before you turn around," he said.

She reached behind her to unfasten the garment and allowed the straps to slide down her arms. She took the cups away from her full tits.

"Turn and pose for me," he instructed.

She felt shamed and embarrassed, but she was also sexually stimulated by the situation. There was a thrill about displaying herself brazenly to a man, even though that man was her brother. Perhaps the thrill was greater because he was her brother. She didn't know.

She turned slowly and showed him her bare tits.

He grinned, and she noticed that his cock was sticking straight up.

"Play with your jugs," he said lewdly. "Squeeze em and move 'em around."

The color was high in her cheeks, and her pulse pounded fiercely as she brought her hands up underneath her boobs, curling her fingers and thumbs around as much of the shapely flesh as she could hold. She squeezed the mounds gently and shifted them about. Her nipples grew stiffer and stuck out. They turned a deeper shade of pink.

"Bounce your tits on your hands," Todd said.

She closed her eyes and let her lips part moistly as she jiggled her titties up and down. Todd grasped his cock and stroked it slowly.

"Now take your pants off," he told her. "Turn the other way, and let me see your ass first."

She turned around. Her nerves tingled with excitement. The crotch band of her panties pressed moistly against her hot cunt.

She took hold of the elastic waist of her briefs and slowly let it down, turning the garment inside-out as it peeled away from her firm, shapely bottom. She bent slightly to draw the panties down her thighs, and her hair-covered cunt mound popped into view.

She stepped horn the panties and tossed them aside. She was sc worked up by now that she felt she was capable of doing anything without regret.

She turned to face Todd again.

"Spread your legs," he said.

She did so, and the fullness of her cuntlips became evident.

"Open your little box," he said, his voice turning husky. "Show it to me."

Trembling, she touched the lips of her pussy with her fingertips. She spread her puffy gash apart and exhibited the pink vestibule to him. Moisture dribbled along us meaty folds.

"Now come over here," he said.

She was ready. As she approached the bed, her nerves sang. Todd remained in the center of the mattress, and his limbs flung out so that he occupied the entire space. She stopped and stared down at him.

He grinned and pointed at his erect prick. "Suck my cock," he commanded.

She paused for only a moment, then climbed onto the bed, settling on her knees astride one of his legs. She bent forward, her, golden-red hair tumbling against his bare skin. Her hand encircled the base of his hard-on and pointed the big tool directly at her mouth.