Sandy Bennett: Jackies family lessons

His dick lodged down my throat and stayed there for an excruciating period. From a distance I heard my brother groan deeply. His pleasure made me shiver. Here I was, his little sister, making him feel wonderful! A sense of power made itself felt. Suddenly I wanted to do more for him, I wanted to demolish him with love, make him feel things he'd never felt before! My lips closed around his rock-hard stalk and drew upward to the tip of his knob. Then my mouth plunged down to his pubic bush, his cock slipped down my throat again and my muscles seemed to play about his glans like gamboling lambs. He loved it! His body grew taut and it trembled noticeably. The hands on my head turned into claws that got themselves entangled in my hair and pulled me down deeper, always deeper. I felt as though his dick was entering my gullet and stretching down to my belly like an expanding snake. More, more, more! I licked and sucked, I fondled his balls with both hands, I rubbed my cheeks against the smooth, rubbery flesh of his knob, ran my lips down the sides of his veined cock, swallowed his scrotum and licked my way back up again. Tim was breathing heavily, erratically, his hands were hurting me, his hips were banging his cock down my throat. What was he doing? I sensed that I was doing right by him. A few more sucks, a few well-placed kisses, and then, just as I had swallowed him whole again, he erupted. A blast of hot cream bolted down my throat. I swallowed it without really knowing what was going on. Another, and another, great outpourings of warm, whey fluid, too much for me to swallow. It backed up and made me choke. Cream slipped through my lips and trickled down my chin, and still more came out of his pulsating prick. Tim's groans were loud and slightly desperate as he heaved his dick deeper and deeper down my throat, intent on depositing his load directly into my belly. And I just sucked and swallowed as best I could, my head reeling with the excitement of it all.

«Wow!» was all he could say. But the way he said it told me exactly how much he'd enjoyed it. My lips were capable of magic! He went limp soon after his cock stopped giving out its fluids, and when it shriveled away I let it go and sat up beside him. Tim had lit himself a cigarette and smoked it silently. I wondered why he didn't show any interest in my body.

«Are you going to make love to me now?» I asked.

«What? How can I with my dick spent?» he grinned, pointing at the pathetic little thing. The glory that had once been his phallus was now a wiener left over from last week.

«You mean it won't go up again?»

«Yes, eventually it will, but not right away. Besides, Jackie, I think we've gone far enough. Now that the blood is back in my brain I can see we'd only be asking for trouble.»

«You don't want me?»

«Sure I do, baby, hell, you're a beautiful woman even if you are my sister. But it's not right! I mean, brothers and sisters …» Lost for words he threw up his hands and puffed at his cigarette. With sudden insight I saw that I'd made a mistake sucking him off before attending to my own needs. From that point on I'd make sure I'd get my share of the action before letting my generous impulses take over. However, the fact that he couldn't finish what he'd started to say encouraged me to try again.

I turned on the bed lamp and sat in front of him, looking him straight in the eye. Now my assets were in the spotlight and his eyes started to wander, much as he tried to keep them fixed on mine. «Go ahead, look at me,» I told him. «Look at these tits, look at that pubic bush, and then tell me how brothers and sisters can't make love.» As he looked me over I cradled my tits in both hands and squeezed them suggestively, running my tongue along my lips and parting my thighs so he could catch a glimpse of what nestled between them. The limpness of his cock was slowly giving way to a new firmness. It started with a few visible pulses and jerks as the blood filled the ballast tanks and then, unlike a submarine, it rose up into the air and quivered before me, a living denial of his moral stance. «Here it is, Tim, come and get it,» I whispered.

With a strangled cry he threw himself on me and crushed me with the weight of his body. I stretched out under him like a cat on heat, purring with sensuality, claws at the ready, submitting as a means to my own ends. How I wanted that big cock to penetrate into my vestal regions! I had had it in my month and in my hand, and its throbbing virility had driven me crazy there, so what couldn't it do inside my oversensitized, dripping wet pussy? I shuddered to think. His hands roved over my body, squeezing, exploring, caressing, in such a hurry to cover all the bases. I knew he'd settle down soon enough. Until then I let the dead weight of his body rest on me like a giant caress, and focussed on the experience of having his cock throb against the flesh of my thighs. It rested right where they met, lying there like a shell in the breach, and the thought of it shooting up into my cunt made me dizzy with lust.

His mouth moved down to my tits and when his lips located one of my nipples, they closed about it and drew it in. The element of surprise was on his side. A flash of lightning connected that nipple directly with my cunt and drew an involuntary cry from my lips. At once Tim sucked in more of my tit, so much of it that it ballooned against his teeth, and I could only writhe about underneath him in helpless ecstasy. «Oh God Tim!» I panted. «Fuck me while you do that! It feels so good, too nice! I love it!»

He said nothing, for which I was grateful. His mouth stayed closed over my tit and the other tit was being mauled by one of his hands. The other hand was under my ass and the knob of his dick was bumping against various parts of my cunt, none of them near enough to the runny, hot opening yawning up at him. «Don't tease!» I moaned. «Put it in me, Tim, I want you so badly!» He kept on sucking my tit, switched to the other and took his hand to third base. Now he rolled off me and parted my legs with that hand to get at my cunt. The other hand stayed under my ass, squeezing my cheeks in such a way that my cunt opened right up for him. A second later his finger crept into my virgin hole and I thought I would swoon away!

My cunt felt like a flesh-eating plant that hadn't had dinner! The moment his finger came inside my cunt muscles closed around it and held on tight, pulling him in deeper, deeper, anxious for more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to his hard, muscular body while his hands demolished me. His finger fucked me slowly, digging in deep so that the rest of my hand pushed into my cunt and stimulated my clitoris. The tables had been turned. Now it was I who groaned, who pushed up for more pleasure, more titillation. He manipulated me with finesse, turning on every part of me until I glowed like a beacon in the dark.

He took his mouth away from my tit and started to kiss his way down to my navel. Would he …? It was too much to hope for. Yes, yes, yes! «Oh Tim, yessssss!» I sighed as his lips kissed mine. He drew my thighs against his ears and burrowed into my cunt as contentedly as any bug in any rug. And I stretched out like that same cat, purring again, feeling a warm glow suffuse my innards, wrapping my thighs about his head and cocking my cunt up at his mouth shamelessly. «Yessssss, oh Jesus yesssss!!» I hissed. «That's beautiful, Tim!» He nodded and then his wet, slithering tongue snuck into my cunt to give me brand new thrills. This was just a foretaste, I knew it for certain. He was getting me good and wet for the entrance of Mr. Big himself, that stallion cock of his. At that moment it idled against my legs and transmitted its potent impulses to every part of me, warning me of my imminent destruction.

His mouth was performing marvels down there. That tongue dug in, dove deep and wriggled against my cunt walls, scooped up juices, and slipped back and up to lash at my clitoris. Now and then his bottom lips would press against that tiny, maddening button, while his top lip came over my pubic bush, making like it was going to swallow me and bite my cunt off. Each time he did that my erotic anguish lent new force to the mounting ecstasy in my belly. I started to egg him on: «Eat me, suck me, swallow my cunt juices, Tim!» I sounded coarse to myself, a slut, a wanton, but it worked. He sucked my cunt dry only to suck harder and bring fresh supplies of the sticky fluids down. His nose nudged my clitoris and his hot breath made my labia tingle wildly. I had my hands on the back of his head now and I pressed it down on myself as hard as he had pressed my head not long ago. I understood why he'd done it, too. The last thing I wanted at that moment was for him to pull away … unless he wanted to fuck me, of course.