Paul Mall - The Tough Get Coming

Gwen had to bite into his shoulder to stifle the sudden scream of pleasure that threatened to erupt in her throat. Her climaxing spasms were starting for real now, and the pleasure was close to unbearable – although for Gwen no amount of pleasure could be too much!

Bill's cock felt so big to her that she thought it was going to rip her open with each long, hard stroke. Her erect clit vibrated and burst with sparks of pleasure that flew in all directions. Gwen was totally out of control, and her motions became spastic and frenzied as she drove her lush bod into her brother's. Their bodies plastered together with sweat and cum, the thick juice pooling under her ass, it all felt so good, so fucking good!

Gwen pressed her head hard into the pillows, arching her back up taut like a bowstring, riding his pistoning cock for all she was worth. She felt like she would have been able to literally fly away on the waves of her tremendous orgasm if her brother's hot, pumping body hadn't been pressing her down, pinning her to the earth with a crotch full of hard cock.

"Oh! Oh, God!! OHHHHH, BILLLEEEEEE!!!" she moaned and cried, snarled and whimpered, locking her hands over his pistoning ass as she came and came and came.

The tremendous spasms of her cunt around his super-aroused cock were all it took to send Bill over the edge of pleasure as well for the second time that night, and he dropped his mouth back down to hers to smother both her loud cries and his own sobbing gasps of pleasure as he shot his hot wad.

Gwen felt the first fiery gob of his jizz splash into her throbbing cunt, her hungry twat lapping it up greedily. Wad after wad of her brother's incestuous spunk poured into her, almost as if he had not already unloaded his testicles once before into her eager body.

With each shuddering blast of his balls, Bill thought he would die of sheer sexual delirium. Tears of joy ran down his face and dripped onto Gwen's cheeks as he hungrily licked and sucked at her mouth, while continuing to pump with powerful bursts of his steaming cum into her pussy.

Then, with a final strangled moan, he drove into her one last, hard time, then froze as if paralyzed, and collapsed on top of her, his sexual energy finally spent for the moment.

After their frenzied incestuous fuck, Gwen and Bill lay gasping in each others arms, their hands roaming slowly over one another's bodies as they struggled to bring their racing hearts back to normal yet again, and quiet their gasping breath.

Gwen lay with her head on her brother's heaving chest, one hand gently playing with his nipples, pulling and rubbing the small nubbins. She didn't know why, but suddenly she was fascinated with the thought of males having nipples that didn't do anything.

Lifting her head, she stretched out her slender neck and pressed her lips to his nipple, sucking at it eagerly.

"Jesus, Sis," Bill sighed at the erotic touch of her tongue and lips.

He lay back and smoothed out her long golden hair with one hand, relaxing and enjoying her touch. But after a moment a sudden thought struck him and he raised his head up.

"What time is it, anyway?" he asked, trying to get up enough to see the clock on the nightstand next to his bed. Gwen raised her face from his nipple, and the cool air of the room flooding back over the salivawarmed nub sent a shiver right up his spine.

Gwen leaned farther over him, letting her own distended nipples brush across his chest as she looked for the clock. "Uh, it's just after midnight," she said, finally able to make out the glowing hands in the dark room, then quickly sliding back into the bed, ready to resume her games with her brother's body.

But Bill now had different ideas. At the mention of the time, his eyes opened wide and his face split with an even wider grin. "Hot damn! It's showtime!"

"What are you talking about?" Gwen asked, rolling to one side as her brother heaved himself off the bed and moved across the room to his desk. A low click was followed by a slight glow from the desk, making his tall slender body a dark silhouette as he moved back near the beds.

Gwen felt her cunt going creamy again as she saw his cock starting to bob up and down, regaining a full throbbing erection.

"Where are you going now?" she asked, disappointed when he strode past her and started fumbling with a small framed picture hanging on the wall at eye-level between their two beds. He slipped it off its hook, then seemed to be fumbling at the bare wall for a second, when there was suddenly a bright beam of light streaming from a small hole where he'd been working.

Bill leaned forward quickly and pressed his eye to the opening, his hands flat against the wall on either side, shutting out the light.

"Oh, yeahhh…" he whispered, barely loud enough for Gwen to hear.

"Right on schedule!"

"What the hell are you-?" Gwen started to complain, then stopped and looked around the room as if setting it in her mind. "Wait a minute!

Mom and Dad's bedroom is on the other side of that wall – lemme see!" she giggled, leaping from the bed, her bounteous breasts bouncing erotically.

With a wide and, Gwen thought, rather lascivious-looking grin, Bill moved away from the peep-hole as she snuggled up next to him, moving up on her tiptoes, her ass jutting back invitingly, to look into the hole.

For a few seconds she was temporarily blinded by the sudden bright light in her eye, but as her vision cleared up she found herself looking straight into her parents' bedroom, the peep-hole giving full view of their large king-sized bed from one side.

It was what was going on in that bed that made the blood in Gwen's hot young body heat up even more. Stretched out on his back on the bed lay her father, totally naked, his large cock standing up fully erect from his hairy loins. At least Gwen knew it was up, even though she couldn't see it all, since her mother was kneeling between his legs, equally as naked, and was hungrily slurping and sucking on his cock, her hands busily jerking on the small bit of the pole at the base that she hadn't managed to cram down her busily swallowing throat.

"Oh my God!" Gwen muttered, her eyes locked on the incredible sight.

"Hey, sshhh! Not so loud!" Bill said in a hissing whisper, grabbing her by the shoulders and yanking her away from the private peep-show. "Keep your voice down – you want them to know about this after all these years?"

He turned back to the hole and raised his hand over it, shutting out the light. Gwen saw now that he kept a small paper plug in the hole to shut out the sight and sound when he was not using it.

"How in the world did you ever get this set-up, you horny little bastard?" she giggled, grabbing his arms. It was like they were little kids again, sharing a secret from the rest of the world.

"I punched it in the wall one day about four years ago when I was alone in the house," Bill grinned, sitting back on the edge of the bed. "That was my big secret-agent phase, remember?"

"I remember," Gwen said, sitting next to him, hips and thighs sliding together. "You used to write down the license numbers of any cars parked within a block of our house – said it was for your secret reports!"

"Yeah, and it was the same thing when I made this hole – just playing around. I didn't really think about what might happen. It comes out barely over the top of the frame of that big mirror in their room, and you can't see it unless you know it's there."

"The first night I'd already forgotten I had made it when, around midnight, I woke up because of a light in my room. I found out it was coming from the hole, and I looked through it. I almost shit in my pants, let me tell ya!"

"What did you see?" Gwen asked, even though she already knew the answer after taking a peek.