Subject: My Boyfriend's Sister
Story Codes: MF F-solo oral voy incest brother sister
Diary Date: November 21, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
Other than in my own family, I have never actually met anyone else who is
involved in incest outside of chats and e-mails. Years ago when we first
dated, Cindy caught me and Randy doing it on their parents' bed. Until
recently I never knew where that episode eventually led. Although things
didn't work out like people might expect reading this introduction, it was
still a memorable afternoon for me!
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Past Experience With Randy & Cindy
Chapter 2 – Randy Surprises Me
Chapter 3 – The Drive to Randy’s Home
Chapter 4 – Getting Started at Randy’s House
Chapter 5 – My First Time Watching a Brother and Sister
Chapter 6 – Showing My Gratitude
Chapter 1 – Past Experience With Randy & Cindy
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Back in my high school days I dated a bashful guy named Randy for a short
while. While he was rather cute, he also had a rep for being sort of a geek
and together with his shyness, it kept him from even having been on a single
date with a girl before, let alone have sex. In contrast, I was enjoying my
own a rep – that of the class slut. Before you judge me, it was something
I’d worked mighty hard to get since Junior High and was quite proud of
myself, especially taking into consideration some of the competition I faced.
At the time we met, Randy was sixteen, a year younger than me. Ah yes, a
lowly junior whereas I was a senior, finally having reached the top of the
high school food chain. Like many of the guys I dated back then, Randy was
part of the same church youth group I attended and it was at one of our
meetings that he first drew my interest – after noting HIS interest in me.
Given our dissimilar backgrounds, you can probably imagine how dreadfully
nervous Randy was the first time I went out with him. Then there was the
night when he first fucked me. We did it in the parking lot of a movie
theater, the same one where I’d just spent the entire movie teased him
terribly. While I would never have let him know it at the time, by the time
we got to his car I was probably even hornier than he was! “Public” is
always fun but what made it special for me was that he was my first virgin.
Up until Randy, all of the boys (and men) I’d had sex with had at least SOME
experience so it was a new milestone for me to be a boy’s “first”. It’s sort
of a special feeling to know that no matter how many girls he dates or
marries in the future, he will always remember me!
One of the biggest obstacles to dating Randy wasn't his shyness but rather
his parents, They were extremely conservative to say the least, almost to the
point of being psychotic. Naturally his mother didn't care for me dating her
son. We actually had some history before I went out with Randy, going back
about a year to the first she’d seen me at a car wash for a church fund-
raiser.
My white cotton t-shirt was soaking wet by the time she drove up, making it
pretty obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra underneath, nor anything else for
that matter. It also didn't help, at least from her perspective, that my
denim shorts were a little tight and cut high enough to show more than just
a bit of my ass when I bent over – something I made I did whenever possible.
The nasty look she gave me was classic but I wonder if she realized that all
it did was encourage me all the more. Frankly, knowing her beliefs and
opinions, I would’ve been far more concerned had she NOT looked at me with
that withering frown!
Once I started dating Randy I tried to tone down my dress and attitude as
best I could when I was around his mother. Regardless of my efforts, she
seemed to have me permanently pegged as one of “those” girls, which was true
actually. Still, I think she was relieved that at least her son was dating
SOMEBODY finally so she just frowned when I was around and otherwise did her
best to ignore me.
In a perverse sort of way, seeing how protective Randy’s mom was of her son,
knowing full well what her reaction would be if she ever found out that Randy
was fucking me, made sex with him all the more special. For example, perhaps
one of the hottest times we had together was when we were making out on the
porch connected to their house and I got him so crazy horny that he couldn't
resist when I asked him to fuck me while his parents were in the very next
room watching TV!
Randy had an older sister named Cindy who was three years older than him.
While we were dating she was going to classes at a local college and so was
rarely home. As a result we’d only crossed paths a couple of brief times so
it was quite a shock one day when we thought we were all alone at his house,
fucking like rabbits on his parent’s bed, when Cindy poked her head in.
Randy’s reaction was totally predictable. Heck, I thought he might faint at
first! What made it all the more surreal was that even though he was
completely freaked out at having his own sister seeing him naked while he
fucked me, his dick never even hinted at a retreat. I loved the fact that he
stayed inside of me the entire time his sister stood there in the doorway.
As for Cindy, I got the feeling she was more amused than anything at catching
her younger brother in the act and she seemed to get a kick out of teasing
him and threatening to tell their parents. The only thing that seemed to
make her a little intense was when she noticed I was wearing her mom’s robe.
Between us fucking on her parent’s bed and me wearing her mom’s clothes, THAT
sort of seemed to upset her a little for some reason. I DID try to hint at
her joining in with us but the very idea seemed to disgust her. So far as I
knew she never said another word to Randy or his parents but we were a lot
more careful after that to be sure the house was empty when we played around.
We only dated a short while before Randy and I sort of drifted apart. He was
just too shy for me and once the thrill of being his “first” faded, it just
wasn't much fun for me anymore. Still, we still got together now every now
and then for a little fun until I graduated and left town for an out-of-state
university.
The next year it was his turn to graduate after which he headed out to the
west coast. After college he found himself a job with some startup software
company and so he never moved back to the Pittsburgh area. We didn't keep in
touch and I sort of forgot all about him until not long ago when he totally
surprised me in church.
My first thought when I saw him was “WOW!” as he had grown up quite a bit
since those awkward high school days and so we started dating again. At
first we both were only interested in sex and I have to say, the guy was
certainly no virgin anymore! Randy had always had a pretty decent dick and
my god, he sure had learned how to use it! Those sluts out in California
certainly must have taught him a thing or two! Still, I like to think I can
pretty much keep up with about any girl when it comes to sex and he wasn't
complaining, that was for sure!
Over the past month or so, we’ve started to grow closer and I’ve caught
myself daydreaming that maybe our relationship might become more than just
“fuck buddies”. I mean, it wasn't like I wasn't enjoying myself with him the
way things were, but lately we seemed to be talking and cuddling more instead
of just getting down to it as soon as we got to his place or mine.
Speaking of which, it was usually MY place more so than his. The reason
Randy was back in Pittsburgh was that he’d been laid off from his California
job and was living with his parents until he found a new job. His older
sister Cindy had long since moved out and was now living with some guy on the
North Side so it was just him and his parents. His mom hadn’t changed a bit,
still as conservative and narrow-minded as ever, so we couldn't do anything
when she was home which meant at least 90% of the time we had to go to my
place if we wanted to fool around – which was about all we did!
Where this was all leading to, I had no idea. It wasn't like I was being
exclusive with Randy and I wasn't assuming he was either so far. We didn't
exactly talk about anyone else we might be seeing and I think we both figured
it was better this way NOT knowing. Even so, I was spending so much time
with Randy that I wasn't seeing too many other guys. The good news was that
if Randy was indeed screwing someone else but me, it certainly wasn't
hindering his performance. Isn’t there some old adage about “letting
sleeping dogs lie”? I was happy with things the way they there so why go
looking for trouble?
While Randy was fully aware of my reputation, there was one thing Randy
definitely did NOT know about my sex life and that was that one of the men I
had fucked regularly while we dated was my own father! It should go without
me saying it that I’d never told him anything about my “close” relationships
with some of the men and women in my own family. Granted, it wasn’t anything
personal so far as how I felt about Randy. It was just that I never told ANY
of the guys I dated about this side of me.
Face it, every relationship is destined to have its good times AND bad so I
never wanted to be in a position where I dumped some guy and he could use
this information as blackmail or otherwise use it against me. Just look what
happened with the guy I thought was going to be my fiancé. It almost ruined
my life so now if anything I am all the more paranoid about revealing my
incestual background than I’ve ever been.
Chapter 2 – Randy Surprises Me
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One night after Randy and I had finished having sex, we were laying in my bed
just snuggling up together when I asked him how his sister was doing. I
don't exactly know WHY I asked but for whatever reason the memory of her
looking in on us suddenly popped into my head and I found myself wondering
what she’d ever done about it, if anything. It was just a causal question
and had he ignored me I probably would’ve just forgotten I’d even asked and
gone back to enjoying the feel of his warm nude body pressed against tightly
up against mine. What I was REALLY thinking about was the feel of his dick
pressed against my belly, already starting to stiffen up again and I knew
he’d be ready to fuck me again soon. Yes, you can imagine where my mind was
REALLY focused. Cindy was just an afterthought, at least at that moment.
“I don't know if I should be telling you this, but actually I started fucking
my sister not long after she caught us,” he said casually, almost as if he
was remarking about the weather outside.
My eyes popped wide open and I literally jumped with surprise, staring at him
with a look of incredulity.
“No really, we started having sex soon after that,” he repeated himself, “I
guess I wasn't comfortable telling you about it at the time.”
No shit Sherlock. I don't know what shocked me more, the fact that Randy had
fucked his sister or that he was telling me about it now in the first place.
Based on my discussions with people over the six years I’ve being on-line,
I’ve no doubt that a lot more brothers and sisters “experiment” when they are
younger than people know about, but I also believe that the vast majority of
them never have sex. Even if they do, it’s usually when they are younger and
more naïve, usually stopping when they get into their later teens and realize
the full implications of what they are doing. For two siblings to START an
incestual relationship when they’ve already reached their late teens was
something entirely new for me. Sure I knew a lot of people fantasize about
it, but to DO it is something entirely different. Then to confess it to
someone like he had just done to me... well, that was something totally new.
As a side note, I personally believe there is a LOT more incestuous activity
in our neighborhoods than most people realize, or even would admit if they
DID know about it. Since everybody is afraid to admit it, nobody knows who
is really doing it. For example, I think while most of my neighbors and
friends see me as a slut, they would still be shocked to find out that my
dad’s been fucking me for over eight years now. Likewise, my own Aunt Shari
(wife of my dad’s younger brother) would mostly likely die on the spot from
shock if she learned that her teenage daughter had given her first blowjob to
her own brother, or that she’d lost her virginity to her uncle when she was
just fourteen – not to mention her own husband had then fucked her the very
next day.
Unfortunately, when it comes to incest what most people DO hear about are the
perverts and pedophiles who abuse their children all in the name of “incest”.
In reality, all they are doing is taking advantage of the trust and innocence
of their children to satisfy their own perverted needs. The fact that many
families use incest as a means to develop wonderful family relationships that
are truly enhanced by what are loving, respectful sexual interactions goes
almost entirely unnoticed.
So in retrospect, the fact that Randy and his sister had sex shouldn't have
been THAT big of a surprise, especially to someone with my background.
Still, I couldn't help but think of how Cindy had appeared to be so totally
against joining in when she discovered us in her parents’ bed (I DID offer
but she adamantly refused). Then again she hadn’t gotten all that upset and
also never told their parents either so maybe I should have recognized that
something might be going on. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?
You can probably imagine the naughty thoughts that started going through my
mind as soon as Randy made his seemingly off-the-cuff “announcement”. Why
did he even admit to it now? Was his mind still so foggy from his recent
orgasm that he just spoke out before he realized what he was saying? That
wouldn't have surprised me as men all seem to become a bit disoriented
immediately after sex, forgetting things and sometimes even saying things
they normally wouldn't. It’s as if whatever barrier protecting their inner
secrets is momentarily weakened after sex. I think most girls learn this
“secret” pretty young – that the best time to ask a guy something that he
normally wouldn't answer is right after he has cum!
Immediately I had so many more questions... Did they get started because of
her catching us having sex? Did seeing her brother fucking his girlfriend
set something off in her that made her want to fuck her brother? Was this
something she had been wanting before then? Who had initiated it – her or
him? How much did they do it? Were they still doing it?
So anyway, here we were, laying under the comforter in my bed with his now
almost totally reenergized cock poking into me like a sharp stick while my
mind was just racing along. It was if he didn't even realize what a
bombshell he’d just laid on me as he lifted my leg over his, reaching down to
fondle my pussy as I felt him scooting in closer to me. It was pretty
obvious what he wanted - to start fucking me again, and under almost any
other set of circumstances I would’ve been more than willing but hot damn,
what about what he’d just told me? Did he think he could drop something like
on me and then just go back to having sex like nothing had happened?
“Tell me about you and your sister,” I insisted as I just laid there instead
of helping him back into me.
Wow, talk about a classic inner struggle. My body wanted him to fuck me but
my mind was all about him and his sister. I guess that’s one of the things
that separates the sexes – with men the body always won out but I think women
are better able to control themselves. They may WANT it as bad as the guy
but they are able to put it off longer if necessary.
“We can talk about that later... now I just want to fuck,” he mumbled almost
incoherently as he reached around to grab my butt so he could pull me into
his dick.
“Noooooo, I want to talk about it now!” I insisted, pushing him away.
Since it wasn’t often that I ever said “no”, at least when it came to sex, so
it had to be surprise to him.
For whatever reason, Randy seemed to extra horny tonight. Heck, he didn't
even want to go out to dinner tonight but instead just led me up to my room
as soon as he’d arrived and he was fucking me literally seconds later.
Usually I like it when he gets that way. Heck, I like it when ANY man gets
really horny for me as it makes me feel extra sexy and pretty. Sure it’s
usually better to spend some time with foreplay but now and then getting
right down to it without any fanfare, or even small talk period, can be
erotic as well.
Well, that was exactly how things had gone tonight as Randy was in an even
hornier mood than normal and THAT was saying a lot when it came to Randy and
his enormous sex drive. Someone told me once that “randy” was slang in some
countries for “horny” and I have to say, if that’s the case then Randy was
well-named!
“C’mon Kelly, let’s fuck first. We can talk later, OK?”
“No,” I resisted, “It’s all your fault. You’re the one who said you were
having sex with your sister so now you have to tell me all about it.”
“Tell you what... if you let me fuck you now I'll tell you all about it while
I do you... deal?”
Now how could I turn down THAT offer? It was indeed the best of both worlds
– getting laid AND having him tell me about his incestual dealings with his
sister. Hmmm, sounded fine to me! Besides, the feeling of his hard dick
poking me between my legs as it searched for the entrance to my pussy was
getting me pretty hot as well.
“OK, deal!” I agreed but instead of letting him fuck me like this, I pushed
him over and moved on top of him, straddling his waist with my bare legs,
letting my wet pussy press down on his erect dick. By moving my hips up and
down his body, my pussy slid up and down the length of his thick shaft,
stimulating me as well as him in the process.
“You fuckin’ slut, stop teasing me!”
“Hmmmmmm, I think somebody wants his dick in my pussy,” I teased him, rubbing
down hard on his now fully erect cock.
“Dammit Kelly, if you want me to tell you about my sister, then stop fooling
around!”
Well, I DID want him to tell me about her, and I DID want him in me –
probably as much if not more than he did but I would never let HIM know that.
What the heck? I reached down and grabbed his swollen cock with my fingers,
directing him to my wet and hungry pussy. He had cum in me the first time
and between the remnants of his cum, my own lubrication, and having been
stretched out a bit fro just having been fucked, he slid easily into my
pussy.
“Oh yesssssss, that’s it,” I couldn't help but sigh with relief as his
engorged dick filled me once again.
At first I just sat there motionless, mounted on his crotch like a popsicle
on a stick. The warm feeling of his cock as it lay buried deep inside my
warm pussy was mesmerizing. Damn, how many times had I taken a dick in me
since my boyfriend took my virginity back when I was just fourteen?
Hundreds? Probably more like thousands if you counted the times the same
ones did me.
Still, no matter how many times I’ve been laid, that feeling I get when my
pussy is first filled by an invading dick is something I will simply NEVER
tire of. Each times is unique, something special. That’s because it’s not
just the physical act of taking a cock up my pussy that turns me on, it’s far
more than that. It’s WHERE we are, WHEN we do it, WHY it’s in me, and most
of all, WHOSE dick it is that determines more how I feel during sex than just
a penis in my vagina. Without all the emotions it may as well be a dildo in
me – which is exactly why I don't like dildos as a general rule. Sure,
dildos have their uses at the right time and place, but I can never feel as
satisfied with one of them as I do when a real dick is in me.
Randy had his strong hands on my bare hips, pushing and pulling me in time
with his small thrusts, leaving me to do most of the actual work - which was
fine with me. One of the reasons I like being on top is then I get to set
the timing and depth. Most guys, at least when they THINK they are
controlling things, just want to ram their dick in and out as deep as it can
go without any idea of what really turns on a girl when she’s being fucked.
It’s almost like they are just masturbating but using my pussy to do it.
Sitting down with my full weight on his lap, I ground my shaved pussy into
his hairy crotch, making his dick swirl about inside of me, just the way I
liked to feel it. For just a moment I forgot about our deal but then I
remembered. How could I forget? Leaning forward I put my hands flat on his
muscular chest such that my boobs dangled over his face, tempting him but not
quite low enough for him to reach my nipples.
“OK Randy, I let you fuck me so now tell me all about you and your sister.”
Randy puffed his cheeks and huffed. Most likely he’d figured that once he
started screwing me that I would forget about him and his sister. True,
usually once he was in me any prior conversation we had going usually came to
a screeching halt as we would focus on sex... but not today. This was too
important to forget about and now that I’d upheld my end of the bargain, it
was his turn to reciprocate.
“I guess I probably shouldn't have said anything,” he said, appearing a
little uncertain now talking about it.
“Well, now that I KNOW you fucked her you may as well tell me about it.”
“You promise not to tell anyone? Not even your cousin?”
“Of course not silly.”
“I mean, if anyone were to find out we could be in a lot of trouble, right?”
“You know you can trust me,” I assured him as I gave his dick a nice squeeze
with my pussy for good measure.
“Shit, you really know how to talk me into things, don't you!” he gasped as
his hips thrust suddenly up, driving his dick into me after I’d just squeezed
on it.
“C’mon now, tell me... and I want details!”
Randy sighed with a resigned look and as he started to talk, I ever so slowly
rocked on his dick, trying to “inspire” him to tell me everything. It was a
rather disjointed discussion as there were times when we couldn't resist and
I would start humping on him hard, so here’s a summary of what I learned...
As I suspected, it was Randy’s sister that had started things. After seeing
her brother fucking his girlfriend, Cindy looked at her brother with
different eyes. Of course she knew that Randy was usually pretty horny based
on how often he masturbated (why do guys think nobody knows what is going on
when they disappear into the bathroom for such long periods of times and lock
the door behind them?). What actually drove her to cross the line he didn't
seem to know, but what he DID know was that one time when he was about to
“relieve” himself in the solitude of the bathroom, Cindy had stopped him and
pulled him by the hand into her room. Neither of their parents were home and
she didn't hesitate one second as she unzipped his jeans and pulled out his
cock before he realized what was happening.
It was obvious that this wasn't Cindy’s first rodeo and despite any feelings
of trepidation at having his sister handling his dick, Randy told me he’d cum
in Cindy’s mouth quickly the first time. She didn't even undress, instead
just kneeling in front of him and sucking his dick as if it was the most
natural thing in the world for a sister to suck off her younger brother.
After he’d cum in her mouth, she swallowed it and then abruptly told him to
leave her room, adding that she expected him to return the favor next time.
Despite me asking Randy for details, he seemed to be giving me the “Reader’s
Digest” version of things so I kept pressing him to fill in the holes as he
spilled more and more. I quickly gathered that his sister was the dominant
one which wasn't all that hard to believe since I seemed to be the dominate
one in our relationship as well. He seemed to like it when the girl took
control, becoming as shy as he was back in our high school days. Now that he
was older and more experienced, he tried to be the dominate partner but I
could still make him do whatever I wanted. Then again, that’s not saying
much as most girls can make a man do about anything if she wants to badly
enough.
Apparently the next time they had the house to themselves, Cindy had made
Randy fuck her in their parents’ bed, apparently it had something to do with
he could do it to a “slut like Kelly” then he could do it to her as well.
What sort of surprised me was that they kept it up even though when they both
dated other people. OK, so maybe I shouldn't have been surprised but Randy
had never been the type that seemed to be able to date two girls at the same
time. Sure, he wasn't exactly dating his sister, but fucking her certainly
qualified as being the same effect as dating if you want my opinion.
After he left for school, they only got to fuck when he was home on breaks or
otherwise visiting their parents. Cindy was still single but was living with
some guy. I gathered that she was monogamous with her boyfriend but made an
exception for her brother – an exception she almost certainly hadn’t told her
boyfriend about. Randy then admitted to me that he still fucked her while he
had been going with me for the past month or so.
Sitting there on top of Randy with his dick inside of me made this little
tidbit of information a little easier to swallow, but still I felt a little
perturbed with myself that I’d had no idea there had been times when I was
sucking his dick that he had been fucking his sister not that long before.
He must have washed up pretty well afterwards as usually I can taste the
slightest hint of pussy left behind on a guys cock after he fucks another
girl.
There was one more thing I wanted to ask him, or rather demand of him.
However, this wasn’t the right time and I was afraid he might clam up if I
asked him now so I started to concentrate more on sex than interrogating him.
Heck, can you blame me? As hot as it was to hear about him and his sister,
there WAS a nice hard dick inside of me the whole time and it was well past
time to do something about it.
“Please fuck me Randy,” I begged him, shifting the conversation away from his
sister and more to me, “Fuck me hard! Fuck me like you fuck your sister.”
He seemed almost relieved to be able to quite talking about Cindy and to get
back to what I knew he wanted – fucking me. Grabbing my hips tighter, he
rolled over and let me slide off of him onto the bed. Then he twisted me
around and pulled me up on my knees so he could enter me from behind. If
there was one position I knew Randy liked more than any other, it was doggie
style. Heck, I enjoyed it just as much since it allowed him to drill his
dick into me deeper than in any other position. In addition, I loved to feel
his crotch slap into my bare ass. The only issue I have is it seems so
impersonal to be with a guy and be facing away from him while we have sex.
“Shit, you know I really love to enter Cindy like this,” he gasped as he
quickly positioned his hard dick at the wet entrance to my freshly fucked
pussy hole, “But you have a much better ass to look at.”
Well, at least the horny boy had the common sense to compliment me over his
sister while he was fucking ME. No doubt he probably said the same thing to
Cindy when he fucked her, telling her that it was HER ass that was the best.
Actually, I hadn’t seen his sister since we started dating again as she
didn't live at home, so I didn't know what her ass really looked like these
days anyway. Back when she was a teenager I thought she was pretty hot but
who knows what had happened to her since. She wouldn’t be the first hot
college girl to go to pot after graduation!
Randy finally pushed his dick into me and now it as my turn to gasp as he
rammed it hard and true, burying himself in me until I could feel the
coarseness of his thick pubic hair pressed up against my smooth bare butt.
That was another thing I loved about Randy – he had never so much as trimmed
his crotch and I simply adored the thick hairy bush of curly black pubic hair
that surrounded his wonderful dick.
“That’s it Randy, fuck me... fuck me... fuck me,” I kept repeating myself
over and over as he started to stroke his dick in and out of me, grabbing my
hips with his hands to drive himself into me even harder.
Even though he’d just cum in me using this very same position less than half
an hour before, I could tell he was on the verge of doing it again. Seems
once the guy found something he liked he stuck with it! Well, personally I
prefer a little variety and since he’d done it HIS way the first time, I
didn't see any reason why it wasn't fair for me to ask for it MY way this
time.
“I want you on top of me Randy.”
From the way he was groaning and grunting, I guess he didn't hear me. At
least he BETTER not have heard me! I’d hate to think he had just ignored me.
For the moment it was OK as I like the way it feels when he fucks me hard and
fast. Meanwhile, I’d dropped down to my elbows which put my ass up even more
into the air, making it all the easier for him to drive his bard cock into my
open pussy. Not only did it feel better this way, but it was a lot easier on
my arms. Plus, I wasn’t constantly feeling like I was about to be thrown
forward onto my face when his crotch slammed so hard into my butt!
At least this time he wasn't cumming so fast. With older guys I would do
whatever it took to help string them along as usually they were like musket
loaders – one big shot with a bang and that was it for the night. When it
came to younger boys – like the ones my cousin Kristi preferred, it was just
the opposite in that they seemed to be in a perpetual state of erection no
matter how many times they came. Heck, usually they didn't even soften up
but just kept right on going like little their cocks were powered by little
Energizer rabbits!
Unfortunately, such resilience fades quickly as a boy leaves his teens but
guys in their early twenties like Randy could still usually cum at least
three or four times a night, even though the last time or two usually took
quite a bit of coaxing on my part to make it happen. The good side was that
after the first time, which usually happened pretty quick, they would cum a
lot slower the next, taking longer with each ensuing erection. Thus I wasn't
worried about Randy cumming TOO quickly in me so I gave him a little more
time in his favorite position before I became more insistent.
“C’mon Randy, I want you on top of me this time.”
Again I got zilch for a response and I was starting to think that maybe he
might actually be ignoring me. Well, two can play this game! Without
warning I lunged forward, letting his cock slip out of my pussy as I fell to
my stomach on the bed. Before he could react I quickly flipped myself over
and spread my legs apart for him, smiling at him lewdly as I offered myself
for his enjoyment (and mine). Randy just stared at me with this cute
expression of puzzlement and disappointment, like a little boy whose mommy
had just snatched his favorite toy away from him without any warning. Still,
I HAD warned him so he couldn't complain too much. Besides, unlike his
strict mommy, I was more than willing to give his “toy” right back to him
again!
“Don't just stare at me,” I said with a naughty grin, using both hands to
spread my freshly fucked pussy apart for him, “Stuff that bad boy back home
where he belongs!”
Randy grinned at that and so I dramatically licked my lips with a display of
anticipation as he shuffled on his knees to get between my legs. He then
reached to the side and grabbed a pillow, stuffing it under my butt so as to
lift my crotch up in the air a few inches. It was then my turn to pitch in
so I reached forward and grabbed his erect dick in my hand, still so
wonderfully wet and slippery from having just been in my pussy. He leaned
over me and held himself up on his hands as I directed his beautiful cock
back to my horny pussy hole where he started pushing it back in me the moment
he felt it touch me.
“Oh yes!” I moaned softly as he pushed himself in me, filling my tight pussy
with his dick once again.
Even though it was the same cock, it somehow felt different in this position.
Maybe it was because I was facing him now, seeing the expression of lust and
passion on his face as he shut his eyes tight while he fucked me. I could
pretty much go along with about any position during sex but this was the way
I liked to finish, with the guy on top of me, kissing me, sucking my boobs,
his bare body covering me like he possessed me.
“That's it Randy... cum in me,” I whispered hoarsely to him, “Cum in me the
way you cum in your sister... fuck me like you fuck Cindy.”
Whether he heard me or not I wasn't sure but in any case the desired results
were achieved. Randy pushed himself deep into my pussy, then pulled out just
a little bit and suddenly thrust himself hard against me, driving me back on
the bed a few inches with the force of his impact. He held himself in that
position, arching his back as he threw his head back and groaned loudly, his
cock erupting inside of me like a sperm-belching penis volcano as it once
again flooded my pussy.
“Oh yeah, give it all to me Randy, all your cum... give it to me the way you
give it to Cindy!”
Regardless of whether or not this was how he actually fucked his sister,
Randy was certainly more than willing to give me his cum. Even though it was
his second load in the same hour, he still managed to conjure up a great load
of cum, releasing himself time after time inside of me. Each time he did I
felt him push against me, as if he was trying to shoot his cum as deep into
my waiting pussy as he could. I tried to picture in my mind how it must look
inside of me as the sperm would spew from the end of his cock and spread out
even further up inside of me. Mmmmmmm, this was indeed heaven on earth!
After he came, Randy feel to his elbows, barely keeping his full weight off
of me. My boobs were pressed hard between us as he just held himself inside
of me without even moving, as if he wanted to savor every moment he could of
his empty dick inside of me. All of which was perfectly fine with me as I
preferred to have him in me as long as possible anyway. If there was
anything that disappoints me during sex, it’s a guy cumming and then pulling
himself out right away without allowing me time to soak in the pleasure he’d
just given me.
“I want to watch.”
Randy just grunted as I felt his hot breath against my neck where he had
buried his head in against my now totally messed-up hair.
“Seriously... I want to watch you fuck your sister.”
“No way,” was all he said in response.
“Noooooo, I really DO want to watch you fuck her!”
Randy shook his head against me. “She’d never do it. Besides, she’d kill me
if she found out that I’d told you about us.”
“Who said anything about telling her?”
Randy’s eyes widened and he got this strange look where it was obvious he
wasn't quite clued in yet as to what I was talking about. Well, like I said
before, men just aren’t all there right after they cum! He started to lift
himself to get off of me but I put my arms around him , wrapping my smaller
legs around his as well to pull him into me again.
“I wish you would stay in me longer... please?”
Typical guy. He wants so bad to get in you but then once he cums and HE is
satisfied, then he wants back out again as fast as he got in! Why don't guys
get it that a girl likes to feel him in her after he cums? Even if he
shrinks down, there’s still this connection, this intimacy, that continues as
his cum begins to leak from me around his cock. Now and then I could feel
him twitch in me and it make me jump just a little every time. The weight of
him on my crotch, pressing his pubic hair against me and keeping his now
semi-erect cock in me felt so unbelievably good.
Oh crap, did he just snore? A little pissed off now, I abruptly pushed him
off of me and he flopped over on his back, his limp cock flopping over to one
side. For a moment I couldn’t help but think how much I liked the way it
looked, all covered with his cum and my pussy wetness. Another time and
place and I probably would have started sucking him; partly to see if I could
get him hard for round three, but also because I LOVE the taste of a dick
after it’s just cum in a girl – especially if that girl was ME.
At this point the jerk was sleeping so I shrugged my shoulders and laid down
next to him. Closing my eyes, I started to masturbate as I imagined how it
would be when I watched Randy fuck his sister. (I hope you noticed that I
said WHEN, not IF!) There was no doubt in my mind. I was going to watch
Randy fuck his sister no matter what it took.
“Hey, isn’t HE suppose to be doing that to you about now?”
Startled, I opened my eyes and as they focused I saw my cousin Kristi
standing there, just a shadow outlined by the hallway light in the doorway.
I could still tell that she had her jacket on, obviously she had just gotten
home from wherever she had been. It’s not like she kept me up to date with
her comings and goings.
“So what’s the story? Didn’t get enough and still horny or what?” she asked,
stepping into the room as she unbuttoned her coat. “So..., how many time did
sleepy head cum?”
Grinning, I held up two fingers. Kristi just shook her head as if she didn't
know what to do with me.
Well, that’s what you get for doing the old guys,” she teased me, “You really
need to join me if you want some REALLY hard cock!”
My heart rate suddenly spiked as I looked to see if there was anyone behind.
It would be just like Kristi to have some young teenage boy in tow, perhaps
letting him watch her cousin as she masturbated. Nobody was there but in any
case, she knew better than to ask me but of course that had never stopped her
before. She seemed obsessed with the notion that one day she would wear me
down and I’d help her fuck some kid from the neighborhood but I was pretty
confident that such a thing was NEVER going to happen.
“Hmmmmmm, need some help?” she offered as her eyes were fixated on my freshly
fucked pussy where I now had two fingers slowly working their way in and out.
She was talking to me but she had her eyes fixated on my crotch.
As tempting as the offer was, I shook my head and motioned for her to leave.
It would be just my luck that Randy would wake up and want to fuck Kristi
this time. We’d done a couple of threesomes in the past and he knew we
played together even though we were cousins. Still, there is something about
two girls playing together, even if they are related and thus technically
making it incest, that makes people treat it differently than incest between
a boy and girl. Why was it that two sisters (or in our case, cousins)
playing together is “just playing” but a brother fucking his sister is
considered so much more serious?
More than anything else, my main concern at the moment was that I wanted to
keep Randy concentrating on sex with his sister, not with Kristi. When he
woke up I had plans to remind him of his promise to me. Of course, he’d
never actually promised me anything, but I wasn't going to let such
technicalities get in my way!
Chapter 3 – The Drive to Randy’s Home
=====================================
As things turned out, although he was reluctant at first, Randy DID finally
agree to let me watch while he fucked Candy. OK, so it took a couple more
blowjobs and some public sex to “convince” him, but ALL men have their price
– and it’s usually pretty darn cheap when it involves sex.
Still, there was one line that Randy absolutely refused to cross and that was
to let Cindy know that I knew all about them. Apparently he could deal with
me watching, but only if I was hiding out of sight. Above all else, he was
positively adamant that there was no way under heaven that he was going to
allow me to join in with them, even if she was OK with it. It sort of
disappointed me but then I couldn't really blame him. His sister probably
would freak if she known what I knew about her now.
It was more than just concern over Cindy’s reaction, though, that seemed to
be a driving force. There was also something in the way he acted that told
me there might be some more deep personal issues as well, although I couldn’t
for the life of me figure out what they were. The only thing I could
possibly fathom was that she might still be a little jealous from me having
fucked Randy first – or doing it on their mom’s side of the bed or wearing
her clothes. Oh well, I guess I was just going to have to settle for being a
voyeur. Still, it was better that nothing.
As it turned out, getting Randy to agree to let me watch was the easy part.
The REAL trick was to find a time when he could fuck Cindy that I could be
there to watch. Since they always did it at their parent’s house, that meant
their parents had to be out of the way as well. Whew, talk about a
complicated scenario! From the sounds of things I was staring to worry that
this could take months!
As it turned out, maybe it was something that was meant to be because it was
just a week later when Randy was fucking me again and right in the middle of
everything he casually announced that Cindy was going to be over at the house
this coming weekend. Apparently their parents were going to be away for
something or another, leaving the house to them for the entire afternoon.
Thankfully I didn't have any plans other than being with Randy already so
that made it easy on my part.
Later, when I told Kristi about it, her response was quite predictable. I
hadn’t even finished what I was telling her before she got all hot and
bothered. “Can I watch too?” she asked with a suspiciously innocent look on
her face, “I promise to behave!”
Well, I knew Kristi better than to believe THAT line for a minute, or even a
millisecond. The words “Kristi” and “behave” simply didn’t belong in the
same sentence! There was no doubt in my mind that my ex-whore of a cousin
would have somehow found a way to have done something to get herself involved
along with Randy and Cindy and that was something Randy had specifically
asked for me NOT to do.
My cousin’s face fell with an exaggerated look of disappointment when I
calmly informed her that she couldn't join in with us. Actually, I would
have loved to have seen her surprise Cindy right in the middle of her brother
doing her but at this time in my relationship with Randy, that was the sort
of publicity I didn't need.
Randy insisted on picking me up on Saturday, the day he had arranged to be
with his sister where I could watch. I guess he was afraid that having my
car in the driveway would alert Cindy that something was up and street
parking was all but non-existent in their neighborhood. During the drive to
his place I tried to tease him by touching his dick through his jeans,
threatening to take it to and start sucking on it. It wasn't like it would
be the first time I’d sucked him off while he drove.
“Damn it Kelly, now stop that!” he said, sounding a little annoyed, “I’m
gonna need all I have for Cindy later!”
Well, if he wasn't going to let me play with them, there was always ME! I
was also wearing jeans plus a sweater top, pretty standard gear for this time
of the year so it wasn't going to be as easy as if I’d wore a skirt. Still,
if nothing else I always had perseverance going for me. Unbuttoning the top
of my jeans, I unzipped them and quickly slid them down to my ankles,
revealing that I wasn't wearing anything between them and me. Not that it
was exactly a surprise to Randy.
“God dammit Kelly, can’t you behave for just ONE night?” he sighed but I
noticed he wasn't exactly making any real effort to look away either.
The leather seat was cold on my bare bottom so I kept my coat and top on to
help me to stay warm.
“You know Randy, it really turns me on that you’re gonna let me watch you
fuck your sister today,” I said softly as I leaned back and started to gently
masturbate myself.
“You know Kelly, there ARE people driving right next to us,” he observed, as
if I didn't already know.
“So? They can’t see me,” I replied seductively, “But if you WANT, I could
let them see me too... Would that turn you on?”
Randy’s eyes rolled as he just shook my head at my teasing and carefully
navigated his way through the insane tunnel and bridge traffic. Even though
I was rubbing myself I really wasn’t working very seriously to get myself off
– it was all more a show for Randy than for me. Actually, what was getting
me off more than my finger was seeing his reaction to what I was doing. It
really turned me on that something I enjoyed so much and sometimes took for
granted could turn a guy like him on so much. It was like he went under some
sort of spell the moment he saw my finger inside my pussy, like some hypnotic
state where I could suggest almost anything and he would do it for me, no
questions asked.
“So tell me Randy, does your sister masturbate for you like this?” I teased
as I continued to slowly play with myself.
Randy shook his head and I thought I could just detect a slight sadness in
his expression. “Noooooo, actually for that matter YOU are the only girl
I’ve EVER met who was so into having someone watch her masturbate. Most
girls I’ve been with don’t even like to touch themselves during sex whereas
you...,” his voice trailed off.
“Most girls? Like... how many girls have you been with Randy?” I asked,
quickly picking up on his little slip of the tongue.
For the most part, the subject of our sexual histories and past partners was
something we avoided, at least up until now. Face it, most people don’t
really like to hear about the other people their partner has been with, me
included. That is, unless there is something erotic or interesting about it.
My boyfriend having sex with his sister definitely fell into both categories!
I could have done without hearing about sex with other girlfriends, but
incest with his sister was something altogether different, especially since I
had never met a guy before who fucked his sister (at least outside my own
family).
Randy hesitated slightly before answering and as he did my mind was instantly
racing. Did his reluctance to confess mean that he’d been with a lot of
other girls and he didn’t want me to know about them? Maybe it was just the
opposite, that he’d NOT been with many and he was embarrassed to confess.
For just a brief moment the thought flashed though my mind that maybe all his
partners hadn’t been girls! That idea was quickly pushed aside as I hadn’t
seen even the slightest hint of homosexuality in Randy. He certainly liked
girls, THAT much I was 100% positive! One thing I’ve always held true is
that a man can SAY anything without meaning a word of it but his dick never
lies!
“You mean beside you and Cindy?” he asked, obviously stalling for time.
“Well duh, I guess so!” I huffed in response, “I wasn't exactly asking how
many farm animals you’ve done.”
OK, maybe THAT was pushing it a little but Randy seemed to just ignore me
anyway. He was acting as thought he was struggling to tally up some huge
list or something but then he finally sighed and admitted rather sheepishly,
“Well, it’s only been the two of you. I mean you and Cindy.”
Now it was MY turn to hesitate in my response. To be frank, I was having a
difficult time accepting what he just said. Really, how could a guy like
Randy have gone through four years of college and lived in southern
California for all those years after graduation without having sex at least
once?
“C’mon, you’re kidding,” I said, the disbelief clearly in my tone, “Not even
a blowjob? Give me a break!”
Randy shrugged, “Well, maybe a couple of those but they weren’t all that good
and besides, aren't you the one who is always saying that oral sex isn’t
really sex?”
He had me there but it was a technicality, not a knockout punch.
“So none of the girls you dated had sex with you? And you’re telling me that
NONE of them would masturbate for you?”
Don't get the wrong impression of me. I’m really not so naïve as to think
that all girls enjoy the same things that I do, but you would think SOME
would share SOME of my interests. When I was dating, especially back in my
high school days, I loved to tease the boys and I learned early on that the
best way to do that without them even laying a hand on me, or having to
expose all that much of me, was to just masturbate for them. Sometimes I
would just put my hand under my skirt or down my jeans and they didn't even
get to see my pussy but it still turned them on incredibly.
I loved masturbating for guys because I could do it almost anywhere which
really got them going. Despite all the fantasies written about it, giving a
blowjob, or even a hand-job for that matter, in a restaurant or somewhere
similar in public can be pretty difficult without getting caught. However, I
could masturbate just about anywhere so long as I was a little discreet about
it. The initial look a guy gets when he realizes what I am doing is always
the best part. Unfortunately most guys were too self-conscious to
reciprocate but over the years a few have jerked off while I did myself which
I enjoyed watching as well. The cool thing was that I was masturbating more
to turn them on... and they were masturbating because I turned them on.
“You know, I DID ask my sister to do it one time but she reacted like I was
some sort of pervert,” he explain to me, “She said she wasn't a whore and she
wasn't going to put on some sort of porn show for me. I mean like she was
really pissed!”
All the while we were talking I was slowly rubbing myself. Talking about
masturbating was a turn-on for me as well and to just be driving down the
road holding an “ordinary” discussion while I was masturbating as if we were
in the privacy of my room was making me REALLY horny - as you might well
imagine. I could only hope it was having the same effect on Randy but there
was little doubt about THAT judging from the large bulge in the crotch of his
jeans!
Chapter 4 – Getting Started at Randy’s House
============================================
Before long we were pulling into the small subdivision where Randy’s parent’s
lived. It was your typical older, middle class Pittsburgh community, a
collection of similar no-nonsense red brick homes sitting on hills
practically on top of one another. He pulled into the steep driveway and we
quickly went into the house without any fanfare.
“So tell me, where do you guys usually do it?” I asked, taking off my coat.
He took it and hung it up in the hallway closet so it would be out of the
way.
Randy shrugged his shoulders. “Wherever she wants to I guess, it depends on
her mood usually. You know how it is.”
Hmmmmmm, I looked at Randy a little closer. There was something here that I
hadn’t quite figured out yet. This was but one of a number of little
comments he’d made since revealing his secret about his sister that made me
wonder who was calling the shots. I guess I’d just naturally assumed from
the start that Randy had been the one to get things rolling with his sister,
or at least he had been the one to keep it going. In my imagination I had
pictured him peaking in on his sister and having her catching him and having
him join her. A little cliché, yes, but still it COULD have been true in
their case. He had told me otherwise and now I was starting to wonder if
there wasn't something a little more kinky going on here...
“Sounds like your sister’s pretty strict with you,” I tossed out casually,
like a crafty fly fisherman casting out his lure, hoping for that big strike.
Unlike the typical fisherman, I wasn't disappointed. Although he didn't say
anything, the look on Randy’s face spoke volumes. First there was this
instantaneous expression of panic, like I’d discovered something he’d rather
I hadn’t. He recovered just as quickly and if I hadn’t been watching so
closely I would’ve missed it entirely as his face took on a look more of
annoyance, as if I was sticking my nose in where it didn't belong. Oh well,
this wouldn't be the first time I’d done THAT, that much was for sure.
Subtlety wasn't exactly my strong suit.
“So how’s this going to work? Do I get to sit at the end of the bed and
watch or what?”
Randy stared at me like I was some sort of alien. “Huh?” was all he got out,
his jaw all but hitting the floor, “You’re joking... right?”
Now it was my turn to look annoyed. “Well, you DID promised me I could
watch, didn’t you? Like, what’s the point in me being here if I can’t see
you? Sheesh, you may as well have had teleconference phone sex.”
“I said you could WATCH but I didn't say you could do it where she could see
you,” Randy came back lamely. “Shit Kelly, she’d cut my balls off if she
knew I’d even TOLD you about us, let alone ask her if you could watch!”
There it was again... that subtle hint of submission... maybe not so subtle
now.
Folding my arms in front of me, I assumed a classic aggressive stance.
Lifting my shoulders, I huffed loudly and blew my breath out of my puffed
cheeks to clearly signal my growing exasperation.
“Well then Randy, what CAN I do?”
Randy looked like he was struggling now and I got the idea that perhaps he
hadn’t quite worked this all out beforehand. Then his face lit up and he
took my hand and led me upstairs to his parents’ bedroom. Entering it, I
smiled as I noticed that it hadn’t really changed in all the years since we’d
first had sex here. OK, so the bedspread was different and the curtains were
new, but the carpeting was still this horrible outdated beige shag and the
bed itself was basically the same as was the rest of the furniture. I caught
myself wondering if her mom still hung up her robe on the back of the
bathroom door...
“Remember when we did it in here?”
Randy was smiling at me now. Indeed I did! It was like it all happened just
yesterday in some ways. Of course, the hottest part had been when his sister
had caught us. Poor Randy, he must have thought he was totally screwed but
Cindy had been pretty cool about it overall. Still, I NEVER would have
suspected from her reactions that it would eventually lead to incest between
her and her brother. Indeed, when I had offered to let her try out her
brother’s dick for herself, all she did was scrunch up her nose and cry out,
“Ewwwww!” Not exactly a promising signal that she was wanting to have sex
with her brother.
“If we do it in here you can watch from the master closet,” he said, pointing
to the double folding doors at the end of the bed.
Even now they weren't fully shut and anyone peeking through them would have
an unobstructed view from the head of the bed. Of course I would have much
preferred a side view but it wasn't like there were a whole lot options. The
only other choice would have been the master bath but the risks would have
been far too great as who could tell if his sister would need to use it for
some reason.
“Are you sure you’re going to do it in here?”
Randy would never have made a good poker player. He raised his eyebrows and
I knew in an instant that he was NOT sure at all but he still tried to put on
a good front. “Well, I guess I get her to do it here if I try hard enough,”
he said, parsing his words carefully as if he might have to testify in court
later. Well, if I hid in the closet and then they did it in another room he
just might have to!
What really made me cringe was the word “try”. As I mentioned, it wouldn't
be a whole lot of good to hide in the closet and then find out she wanted him
to fuck her on the kitchen counter (where I believe they HAD done it a couple
of times during the past summer). Still, I couldn’t see any other way to
ensure the right option was taken so I figured I just had to depend on
Randy’s horniness and his growing desire for me to watch him fuck his sister
for the right decisions to be made. Come to think about it, given Randy’s
seemingly perpetual state of horniness, it really shouldn’t be all that hard
after all.
Just then we heard a car in the driveway next to the bedroom. Randy peered
out through the curtains and his face was almost white as he turned to me.
“She’s here early,” he whispered, a if she could somehow hear us in her car
outside in the driveway.
Chapter 5 – My First Time Watching a Brother and Sister
=======================================================
OK, so technically this wasn't going to be the first time I’d watched a
brother fucking his sister. Still, it was how I considered it that counted.
It’s sort of like me telling people that my college roomie Brenda was my
first lesbian experience when in reality I’d been with my mom and her sister
for years by then. Simply put, I don't consider regular sex within your
family, (a.k.a. incest), when I think of “first times”. Well, maybe when it
comes to losing your virginity but that’s a physical milestone as well. It’s
sort of hard to pretend you don't have a hymen anymore!
What I mean is that even though I watched my cousins fucking, it was just
that – my COUSINS fucking, not a “real” brother with his sister. Like when I
had sex with my mom, it was just that – sex with my mom, not sex with a girl
if you get my drift. So when I had sex with Brenda, my first college roomie,
it was indeed like having sex with a girl for the first time. So it would be
with Randy and Cindy. Unlike when I’d watched my cousins Rick and Tammy
fucking, seeing Randy and Cindy would be the first time I felt like I was
watching a brother and a sister doing it. All this may be a matter of
semantics to some but it’s important to me to make such distinctions.
So here I was, tucked back in the closet out of sight in their parent’s
bedroom. It was a walk-in style closet so there was lots of room. With the
doors opened a few inches I could sit well back out of site in the darkness
and never be noticed by anyone outside, yet still having a great view of what
was in front of me. Randy adjusted the doors a little and then stood back,
giving me the thumbs up when he confirmed Cindy would never be able to see me
from the bed.
Just then his sister came to the bedroom doorway. She still had her coat on
which explained why she had gotten there so quickly. Fortunately, Randy had
just turned around so it wasn't like she saw him fooling around with the
closet doors.
“What in the world are you doing in here?” she complained, “Didn’t I tell you
quite clearly how I expect to be greeted?”
Randy just stood there, stammering. Thankfully he had the presence of mind
not to look back at the closet as that would have surely gotten her
attention.
“Really now, would it have been THAT hard for you to greet me naked at the
door like you were suppose to?” she asked sternly, more like a mother
complaining that her son hadn’t taken out the garbage or something.
“Ummmmm, you’re early,” Randy started to explain lamely.
“Then what are you doing in here then?”
“I’m sorry Cindy, I'll do better next time,” he answered, dodging her
question.
It was absolutely surreal. My supposedly macho boyfriend was behaving like
some young kid being balled out by his mother. Cindy seemed to be enjoying
it too from the sly grin she let show on her face.
Then Randy came up with something that I had to give him credit for. It
appeared she had plans to have sex somewhere else but then Randy seemed to
know which button to push to get the right reaction from her. Hmmm, maybe he
wasn't as pussy-whipped as I was starting to worry that he was.
“Cindy, do you remember when you caught me and Kelly here?”
Cindy smirked and tossed her hair back. “You mean that whore you’re screwing
now?”
“She’s not a whore,” Randy corrected her, if meekly. Good boy, at least he
remembered how much I hated to be called a whore.
“Well, she’s a slut then or whatever you call girls like her,” Cindy huffed,
“I don't know what you see in her other she’s an easy fuck. Doesn't it
bother you to know how many guys must have fucked her over the years?”
Once again Randy dodged the question saying, “Well, I was thinking you might
like to do it here... maybe show me how much better you can fuck me than she
did.”
“Fuck that shit, you know how I feel about this room,” she said back sharply,
“Let’s go to my room.”
Wow, so he had lied to me, or at least not told me the whole truth. So they
really hadn’t fucked in this room like he said they had, or at least had
agreed with me that they had. Was it because she was too hung up about it
being their parents’ room? Was she freaked out about fucking in the same bed
as her mom and dad? Not all kids like to think about their parents having
sex and with their parents, it was easy to see why.
“You knew, we fucked in here the other day when she was here,” he taunted his
sister. Now THAT was a total lie as we hadn’t had sex at his house all the
past week but then I guess Cindy didn't know that.
“So what? Now are you coming or not dammit,” she said in an increasingly
agitated voice.
“What’s the matter, don't you think you can fuck me better here than her?”
Now I was totally confused. One minute I would have sworn he was a
submissive wimp to his sister yet now he was standing up to her, or at least
trying. I got the feeling that his fear of my wrath if he did her in her
bedroom may have been overwhelming his fear of his sister. Either way he got
to fuck her but if he went to her room then he faced being cut off by me in
the future.
“You little shit, who the fuck do you think you are?” she practically hissed
as she stepped into the room, “Don’t you dare compare me to that oversexed
whore. Don't you even mention her again, do you hear me?”
Randy was making a quick retreat back to his submissive mode, practically
cowering as his older sister approached him menacingly. She was as tall or
slightly more than he was while wearing her black winter boots which had what
looked to be maybe a two inch heel or so. At least he’d managed to stand up
to her long enough to set things in motion, sort of like that brave band of
soldiers giving their lives to fend off the incoming army long enough to
allow their compatriots to make a safe retreat. It was just temporary as the
“brave” Randy was now overwhelmed by the incoming force of his sister but he
had accomplished his mission.
“So you think your whore’s so great in bed, don't you?” she growled as moved
in even closer, “You like fucking well-used cunt, don't you? Well, I bet
your little skank doesn't know what you really want, does she? Have you
shown her the real you yet?”
Now it was starting to get interesting. While Cindy may have thought she was
trashing me, in reality it is pretty easy for me to ignore slurs like the
ones she had tossed out about me. I’d learned long ago to let crap like that
from girlfriends (not to mention a few wives) to roll off like water off a
duck’s back. If anything, I took it as more of a compliment that she thought
of me as such a “threat” and to be so desirable to men.
Cindy had finally removed her coat, revealing a rather conservative skirt and
sweater outfit, probably fresh off the clearance rack at Macy’s. The brown
plaid skirt came down past her knees and over the top of her boots so you
couldn't see any of her legs. The beige sweater fitted tight around her neck
and was long-sleeved, much too bulky to show off her figure. It made me
wonder where she worked during the day that she dressed so plain. Even the
old teachers at my school dressed better than her.
Then she lifted her skirt up, bunching it up around her waist or reveal
something those old ladies did NOT wear – a black, high-waist thong that
wasn't hiding much other than to show she shaved most, if not all, of her
pubic hair. Reaching down, she pulled the scanty thong to the side to reveal
that she was indeed cleanly shaven.
“Lick me,” she commanded Randy, pushing him down to his knees with her hand
planted on his head.
It wasn’t much but apparently it was all she needed to say as Randy dutifully
“assumed the position” on his knees before his sister as she stood up
straight and spread her legs slightly. He started to put his hands up to
grab her waist but she swatted them aside.
“Don't touch me! I don't want your whore-grubbing hands on me,” she
practically spat out.
With that she put both hands on the back of his head and pulled him into her
crotch. From my position all I could see as the back of his head as he
ducked under her to get his tongue on her pussy. I’d of loved to have a
better view, maybe from the side, but it wasn't like I had an option when it
came to my viewing preferences.
“That’s better... now put your tongue in me.”
As stern as she had tried to appear, now that her brother’s head was buried
in her crotch and he couldn't see her face anymore, the mask dropped and she
was grinning like the cat that ate the canary as Randy licked and sucked on
her pussy. Well, she SHOULD be grinning. I knew from personal experience
that Randy was quite talented when it came to licking pussy. As much as I’ve
tried to explain to some guys how to lick me, it seems more a matter of that
you’re born with the talent to not. Randy, or so it would seem, was give
more than his fair share when the pussy licking talents were handed out!
“Suck on my clit... that’s it... just like that... oh yeah, right there!” she
moaned, her eyes closed as she put her head back and her mouth sort of hung
open as she gasped each time his tongue flicked over her ever-more sensitive
clit.
Randy was like a kid giving his first speech before an audience, not quite
knowing what to do with his hands. I knew he wanted to touch his sister’s
ass – he LOVED grabbing mine and I knew he enjoyed squeezing and playing with
my ass more than anything else on me. After her harsh rebuke, though, he
didn't make another attempt to feel up his sister so he just sort of let his
arms hang to the side as he continued to lick his sister’s pussy.
“Oh god... right THERE,” she cried out, taking her hands off Randy’s head and
clutching her breasts through her thick sweater. “Don't stop.. don't you
dare fucking stop now!”
A soft moan started from Cindy’s mouth and it sort of dragged out like a long
fire siren, growing with intensity the longer she let it out. Apparently her
little brother knew just which button to push (sorry, pun intended) to get
his big sister to cum quickly!
“Did that feel...” Randy started to say, pulling his head back to look up at
her. Cindy cut him off before he could even finish his sentence.
“Shut up, I don’t even want to hear you speak,” she spoke harshly to him,
once again assuming the dominant body language as he was looking at her
again.
I got the quick impression this was all sort of some twisted game to her. I
just wondered if Randy was in on the “game” or if big sister was playing him
like a fine fiddle.
With that she turned around and leaned over onto the bed on her elbows.
Reaching behind with one hand, she flipped her skirt up over her back to
reveal a pretty decent looking ass. The thong was all but invisible in the
back as she slipped a finger under the middle strap and pulled it over to one
side to expose her pussy to her brother
“Now I want you to fuck me,” she said, looking straight at him.
As she did, she had a direct line of sight into the closet where I was
kneeling and for a moment I panicked, thinking that maybe she could see me.
It was just an illusion though, as she was focused entirely on her brother’s
dick.
With Cindy spreading her legs apart suggestively (and she called ME a slut)
and I could see the look of lustful desire on her face. As much as she was
trying to appear so cool, dominant and in charge, it was obvious that the
bitch wanted his dick in her as badly as he did! I couldn't blame her, I
felt the same way when I was with him and got a good look at his erect cock.
As far as a cock went, a dick is pretty much a dick but I also knew what he
could DO with that dick that made it so desirable. From the looks of things,
Cindy was well aware of its capabilities as well.
Randy was undoing his jeans, fumbling a bit in his haste which seemed to
frustrate Cindy. Again, I couldn’t blame her. Once you got to the point
where you KNEW a dick was going to be in you at any moment, any delay was
unbearable. Having just cum, she was most likely dying to have his dick in
her – I know I would have under the same conditions.
Randy finally got his belt undone and the front of his jeans open. He
started to push them down off with his underwear when Cindy’s patience came
to an abrupt end.
“Shit, you don't have to take them all the off dammit, get that dick in me
NOW!” she growled at him.
Randy let go of his pants and grabbed his hard dick with one hand while he
shuffled up to her exposed butt and started to poke his dick up against her.
Again, he fumbled about as he seemed nervous. Whether it was the pressure
his sister was applying or knowing that I was watching from the dark closet,
seeing him in a way I’d never seen him before. Most likely it was a bit of
both but I would have bet a lot that it was me in the closet that had him the
most distracted. Of course, Cindy had no idea about THAT aspect so she took
it to be incompetence on the part of her brother.
“Sheesh, do I have to do everything?” she complained.
eaching down between her legs, she grabbed his dick from his hand and
directed him towards her pussy. Once she had it where she wanted it, she
pushed back against him, driving his dick into her as he pushed forward in
response.
“Oh yeah...” she sighed, falling back down on her elbows as Randy started to
stroke his stiff cock in and out her pussy.
“Slow down... not so fast,” she said in a lower voice, the dominant tone
disappearing as she enjoyed the feeling of her brother’s incestuous dick in
her.
Indeed, I could only imagine how it must feel for her to have her own brother
fucking her. Many a day I’d laid in bed and masturbated as I dreamed of an
imaginary brother coming into my room at night and fucking me.
I had to think that it would be quite different to have a brother fuck me
than my dad. With my dad, it was more a submissive thing where I wanted to
please my father and be the most obedient daughter I could. With a brother,
I would think it would be more “fun”, the two of us simply taking advantage
of the opportunity provided by living so close together such that we could
have sex whenever either of us wanted it.
As I mentioned earlier, the only other time I’d seen a brother fucking his
sister was when I saw my cousin Rick fucking his younger sister Tammy. That
seemed so different, though, than what I was watching now. Rick was more
than four years older than Tammy and been having sex with her since she was
fourteen, at least that was when she first started sucking his dick. Plus,
they were my cousins so I knew them more personally as part of my family.
In contrast, Cindy was a couple years older than Randy and they hadn’t
started having sex until Randy was sixteen. Plus, this was one of the few
times I’d ever even seen them in the same room together, let alone having
sex, so it was a whole new thing for me to see them this way.
Watching Randy fuck his siter, I started to imagine it was me that he was
fucking instead of his sister. I remembered how we had done it so many years
ago in this very room, except then it was Cindy watching him fuck me. Until
now, I had been so mesmerized with everything going on before me that I
hadn’t even so much as touched myself. Well, THAT wasn't going to stay that
way for much longer!
My pussy was starting to respond to the scene in front of me, perhaps more so
because the dom-sub thing seemed to going by the wayside. I wondered if it
was all just a game they played and not so kinky as I had thought. Cindy
seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself now, rocking back and forth in sync
with her brother’s thrusts, moaning loudly each time he rammed his hard shaft
deep inside of her pussy.
As they got more into it, Randy reached forward and grabbed Cindy by the hips
and pulled and pushed her to drive his dick even harder and faster into her.
This time Cindy didn't protest, not so much as even a dark but rather if
anything, she seemed to be enjoying it all the more.
My hand was now between my legs as I cursed myself for wearing tight jeans.
There was no way I could get them down in the cramped space of the closet
without drawing their attention so the best I could do was rub myself through
the tight fabric. Of course I wasn't wearing anything under them but the
denim was still enough to keep me from rubbing myself the way I was dying to
at this moment. It was incredibly hot to see a brother actually fucking his
sister rather than two people pretending to be siblings on some stupid so-
called “incest” website.
Now it was Randy’s turn to cum as his strokes got suddenly faster and harder
and I could see from the way he was grimacing that he was trying to hold it
back as long as he could. He groaned as he shoved it into Cindy and then
pulled her back in against him, holding himself deep inside of her as I could
see his ass clenching as he began to shoot his loads of sperm into his
sister’s waiting pussy.
“Oh fuck!” he gasped, speaking his first words since she had shut him down
earlier.
Cindy fell forward onto the bed on her stomach as Randy literally rode her
down, keeping his dick planted firmly in her now cum-drenched pussy. He laid
forward on her back, her skirt bunched up under him as I watched him now and
then jerk a little as if he was having some sort of aftershock from the
earthquake that had just consumed him.
Now that she had what she wanted, Cindy resumed her dominant role again but
this time I saw it in a different light. There was something in her eyes
that didn't quite go along with the way she was talking to him. She loved
him fucking her, THAT was for certain! Still, she pushed him back so she
could stand up again, pretending to not care about him anymore now that he
had served his purpose.
“Well, it took you long enough to cum,” she chastised him as she pulled her
thong back into position and lowered her skirt once again, shaking it to get
it to hang right again.
Then she smiled and gave him a kiss, on the cheek but still a kiss. “I hope
you remember this the next time you fuck that whore of yours,” she said in a
soft tone, “Remember, nobody fucks you better than your sister... right?”
Randy nodded as he just stood there with his pants down to his knees and his
cum-covered dick poking out from his shirt tails. He was still hard and no
doubt would have been ready for another round but Cindy seemed to be in a
rush.
“Hmmmmmm, guess you’ll just have to take care of that on your own,” she
teased him as she patted his dick with her hand, “Sorry, gotta get back home
before Ryan gets back.”
I hadn’t asked Ryan about who she was living with so I assumed this “Ryan”
must have been her line-in roomie or whatever. Whatever the situation was,
she hurried out the room without another word and headed straight out of the
house, leaving Randy behind all hot and horny. Well, THAT was something I
could deal with!
Chapter 6 – Showing My Gratitude
================================
Randy was just starting to pull his jeans and underwear back up when I
emerged from the closet, thankful to finally be able to stretch my legs
again. Seeing what he was doing, I quickly said, “Oh no you don't, leave
those pants down!”
As you might imagine, after watching everything for the past half hour or so,
I was horny as hell and the only thing on my mind was what my eyes were
fixated on in front of me – Randy’s cum-covered cock. I knew if had just
been in his sister and some of that wetness that was glistening in the soft
light was from her pussy as well and I couldn’t wait to taste her on his
dick. Without saying another word, I pushed him back onto the bed and leaned
over his crotch, taking him into my mouth without any further fanfare.
God he tasted so good! There’s just something about the taste of a warm dick
that just fucked a pussy that is like nothing else in the world. Cindy’s
pussy flavor was distinct, a sort of musky aftertaste like the perfect
seasoning added to what was already a delicious meal. My heart beat fast as
I realized I was tasting not just any girl on his dick, I was tasting his
SISTER! The only other pussy I would have liked to taste more on his dick
was mine, but then I love the taste of my pussy so it really wasn't a fair
comparison.
“I take it you got turned on watching me fuck my sister?”
My response to Randy was just to look up and our eyes met as I tried to grin
as best I could without letting his dick fall from my mouth. Holding it by
the base, I let it out for just a moment to say in a teasing tone, “You know
damn well it did you bastard!”
Back to his dick again, I licked his shaft up and down on each side and then
in little circles around the smooth mushroom head, letting just the tip flick
under it in that place I knew drove him nuts. Cupping his hairy balls in my
hand, I gently rolled them as I started sucking once again on his dick, this
time taking him in all the way until my nose was pushing against the base of
his shaft. I loved the smell of his crotch. It was so... male!
“God that feels so good Kelly... you know you me suck better than Cindy ever
did,” he groaned as I deep-throated his cock.
Well, it wasn’t really a fair “contest” with Cindy as I’d probably sucked
hundreds more cocks in my “career” than she had. Overall, it maybe a little
egotistical but in my opinion, when it comes to cocksucking skills I don't
think there are too many girls out there better than me. For anyone doubting
me, I have enough testimonials to back up that that claim!
Another day and time, I could have sucked his cock for hours – assuming he
could take it. There’s just something about having a man’s penis in my mouth
that really turns me on. It’s hard to explain why, but I think a lot of it
has to do with knowing how I am making him feel and seeing how badly he wants
me to do it – and not stop. To have that much power over a man, to be able
to reduce him to begging me to suck him, is quite an ego booster. I don't
mean to say it’s some kinky dominatrix thing, I just like having a man
totally consumed by his lust for me to the point he will literally do
anything just for a few moments of having his dick in my mouth.
Today, however, there was a higher priority for me. I love to suck dick any
time and much of the time it is just for fun. When it comes down to me being
REALLY horny, however, sucking dick is like a nice appetizer but I can’t wait
for the main course. My pussy was practically cramping with the anticipation
of feeling his dick in me and when it gets that way, there’s really only one
way to satisfy that need.
The quickest thing would have been to do like his sister and just uncover
myself only enough for him to fuck me and get down to it without any further
delay. However, unlike her, I was wearing jeans which weren’t so easy to
just flip up and out of the way. Besides, while there is a time and place to
be fucked with your clothes on, I enjoy being nude best when I have sex.
Then again, there can be something sexy about having something on. Hmmmmmm,
decisions, decisions...
It didn't take long to make up my mind. Standing up, I quickly dropped my
jeans, sliding off my boots as I did to leave me naked from the waist down.
This “outfit” wouldn't have surprised anyone who knows me. I’ve always been
the type that enjoys running around bottomless while covering up myself on
top whereas full nudity is something I tend to reserve for sleeping in my
bed, soaking in the hot tub, sex and stuff like that.
Standing there in front of Randy now, bare from the bottom of my stomach
down, my pussy exposed while by boobs remained hidden from sight, made me
feel incredibly sexy as I saw Randy’s eyes were fixated on my crotch. His
right hand had moved down to his dick and he was stroking himself slowly and
I wondered if he even realized what he was doing or was it just an
instinctive action on his part? For a guy who had just fucked his own sister
just minutes earlier, he certainly seemed horny enough for ME now! Was she
even on his mind now? While at some level I would have loved him to be
comparing me to her, having his full attention on me was fine with me!
“Tell me what you want Randy,” I asked him in a husky low voice.
“You,” was all he said but that wasn’t enough for me.
“Tell me more... tell me what you want.”
Randy was licking his dry lips now and his hand was moving more firmly on his
dick now. Of course I knew exactly what he wanted but I also wanted to hear
him put it in words.
“I want to fuck you.”
“More... tell me more.”
“I want my dick in your pussy,” he blurted out, sounding a little exasperated
by now but I didn’t care, “Can’t we quit playing games and just do it?”
I’d pushed him far enough but I’d heard what I wanted and if anything, it
just made me feel all the more horny. As much as I loved seeing the
expression on a man’s face when I knew he desired me, hearing him put that
lust into words took it to another level for me. I guess it just follows the
old axiom that the more senses you involve, the better the experience. When
it comes to sex, I think this is all the more important.
“I want you too Randy,” I purred softly, as seductively as I could, “I want
to feel you in me... I want your dick inside of me... I want you to cum in
me... deep inside of me.”
As I said this, I moved in closer to him and replaced his hand with mine.
With my other hand I cupped my bare pussy and pressed one finger into me –
God I was so damn wet! I wanted him in me more than anything at that moment.
To be more specific, it wasn’t so much RANDY I wanted, I wanted Randy’s DICK
The rest of him was just a delivery system with the sole purpose of bringing
him to an erection and putting that erection into my pussy.
OK, so maybe this all sounds a little too intense and overly focused, but you
have to try and understand just how ridiculously horny I was at this moment.
Remember, I was horny to start with by the time we got to his house and now
I’d just witnessed Randy fucking his own sister while I was unable to
properly play with myself throughout. Even now I could still taste his dick
in my mouth, flavored with the faint remains of his sister’s pussy after he’d
cum in her. Plus, all the time I’d been sucking his cock I kept thinking
more and more about how much I wanted him in me.
Under these conditions, was there any wonder that my entire world had reduced
itself to the feeling of his erection in one hand and the wetness of my pussy
in the other? Nothing else existed at this moment, no other thoughts
intruded. I was totally focused on one thing and one thing only – getting
Randy to fuck me.
There were any number of options available at the moment as to HOW to
accomplish that, but in my current state expedience took precedence. Enough
of the games and talk, I wanted his dick in my pussy and the faster it got
there, the better. Turning around, I put my hands on my knees and spread my
legs enough for him to get a better view of what he had been staring at along
with my ass now as well.
“Fuck me Randy... fuck me PLEASE!” I begged him, my own lust now overriding
everything else.
He was obviously just as anxious as the words were barely out of my mouth
when I felt his hand on my butt and then the pressure of his dick against the
wet opening to my pussy. No further words were needed as he pushed himself
into me and I moaned long and soft as I felt him moving deeper and deeper
inside of me, filling me with his manhood and joining himself together with
me.
Anyone who has read about me knows that I claim that sex is at least 80%
mental where the thoughts and feelings were more important to the level of
satisfaction than the actual mechanics of sex. OK, so that isn’t ALWAYS true
and this was one of this moments. All I could think about, if you can even
call it rational thinking, was Randy’s stiff dick in me and how incredibly
good it was making me feel. I wasn't thinking about HIM, thoughts of his
sister were pushed aside, even fucking in his parent’s bedroom was of no
consequence. The ONLY thing that mattered to me at this moment was his dick
as it stroked in and out of me!
As if him fucking me wasn't enough, I felt him lean over me more and put his
arm around me until he was able to finger my clit as his hips thrust his cock
in and out of me. Oh god, it felt so damn good! He knew exactly where to
press his fingertip against me to drive me wild and as wet as I was it slid
easily over my clit, stimulating it such that my entire body felt like it was
one giant goose bump, tingling like crazy but feeling so good at the same
time. I tried rocking back against him but for whatever reason it was hard
to get in sync with his more erratic thrusts and for a moment I started to
feel a little anxious.
Quickly I made a decision and so I stood up which had the effect of dropping
his dick out of me. The immediate result was this feeling almost of despair
as suddenly my pussy felt so empty and hungry! It was like someone had taken
all the air from the room and I had an almost panicked sensation. I needed
this so badly and to have him out of me even for a few seconds seemed like an
eternity.
Turning around, I pushed him to the floor, onto his back against the carpet.
His dick was so stiff and looked delicious as my eyes locked onto it like a
hunter sighting in his prey. I practically jumped on top of him, anxious to
regain that sensation once again of having him in me. My pussy was soaking
and he easily slid back into me as I lowered myself down onto and started to
bounce on his cock. Oh yeah, now THIS was heaven!
Grinding myself into his crotch, I loved the feel of his stiff pubic hair as
it smashed up against my bare pussy. My hips swiveled as I played with
myself, using my own hand now to rub my clit while I cupped my boob with the
other. Randy grabbed my hips with his hands and pulled me down onto him,
squeezing me tightly. Pulling up my top to expose my boobs, I leaned forward
over him such that they hung over his face. I was rewarded by the feel of
his mouth on my nipples, going back and forth between them as his hands
reached around and clenched my butt, one cheek in each. I had his dick in my
pussy, his mouth on my boob, his hands on my ass, and my own hand on my clit?
My god, what more could a girl ask for?
When my orgasm struck it just suddenly rose up in me and broke loose. None
of this slow buildup to a climax for me today. I was so horny that I
wouldn't have been surprised had I cum the moment he first entered me. I
could feel myself gushing over him, flooding his dick and crotch with my cum.
He tugged on my boob, grasping my nipple just hard enough with his teeth to
pull on it without actually hurting me. The effect was to make my climax
even harder and more intense as my fingers rubbed my pussy furiously. God I
loved to cum and the feeling was so much better this way than just
masturbating alone in my bedroom – SO much better!
Randy wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down on top of him but keeping
his dick imbedded in me. We rolled over on the floor such that it was my
turn to be on the bottom. He put one hand on each of my thighs and pushed my
legs apart and back to let his dick press into me as far as he could drive
it. For the moment I closed my eyes and concentrated solely on his cock in
me, awash in the incredible feelings of pleasure and lust that he was
generating within me that seemed to fill every part of my body.
The sweater was now bunched up under my chin and it was distracting so I
pulled it up and over my head, tossing it to the side such that I was now
nude for Randy. This was the way it should be now, exposing myself totally
to him, giving him access to every inch of my body, letting him see me... ALL
of me without any shame or worry.
“Cum in me Randy,” I whispered, the words emerging from my mouth before I
even realized I wanted to say them. Indeed, that was exactly what I needed
at this moment, the perfect response from him that would complete my needs.
Having a guy cum in me is important to me. None of this pulling out and
squirting on my stomach or ass, not for me. I know some guys get off seeing
their cum all over a girl but for me, feeling a man cum inside of me is the
final act that completes me as a woman. It’s why I hate condoms. I
understand why men hate them as I can’t imagine lining myself in latex and
trying to feel a dick in me. At the same time, when they cum it doesn't
matter to them if they are cumming in me or their sperm is being gathered
inside the condom – either way they are getting off while buried in my pussy.
For me, a condom deprives me of that feeling I get when a man cums in me,
that faint bloom of heat that rapidly disappears but signals to me that he is
releasing himself inside of me. It’s his sperm that he is giving me, an act
of mating that while ultimately is foiled thanks to modern medicine, but at
the time no different than if he was actually trying to mate me. It’s not
that I want to be pregnant – far from it, but I love the fact that he is at
least trying to do it, even in just a symbolic way. That is why it is even
more erotic for me to have my own dad cum in me, or in the case of randy, to
see him cumming in his own sister. For two people so close already
consummate a bond that can only be created through sex is perhaps the most
intimate way to express their mutual respect and lust for one another.
With my words, Randy started pumping in and out of me now like he was under
some time limit for the most number of strokes in one minute or something.
He literally pounded unto my crotch as he drove himself into me, pushing me a
little along the floor each time.
“I’m cumming!” he announced with a grimace, lifting his head back as he
arched his back and pressed himself into me, holding himself tight up against
my crotch as he started to ejaculate inside of me.
YES! I came again at the first feeling of his cum in me, just enough for me
to know he was doing it. Now it was my turn to receive his cum, it was my
turn to be mated with his beautiful cock, it was my turn to become one with
him as he gave me his most precious gift – his sperm.
Randy collapsed on top of me, totally drained now that he had finished his
orgasm. I wanted him so bad to keep fucking me as my own orgasm wasn't
finished yet but he was obviously too exhausted to go on any longer. He
rolled off of me and lay flat on his back, his arms over his head as he
groaned. I turned on my side to look at him as I fingered myself, trying to
drive what was left of my orgasm a little longer.
My orgasm rose again as I felt his cum drain from my pussy. I draped one leg
over him and pressed myself in against his body as I just held my hand
against my throbbing pussy. His dick was growing flaccid but I still loved
looking at it, trying to imagine how it must have looked when it was buried
inside of me just moments before. It was amazing how such a thing could
bring me so much pleasure!
We must have laid together like that for maybe half an hour or so, just
letting the feelings flow through us and enjoying the sensation of him
against me. Well, to be more accurate HE slept while I was doing the
reminiscing. I held onto his dick with my hand, unwilling to let it go but I
knew we should be leaving soon. Then again...
I got up on my knees gently so as not to wake him up. His dick looked sort
of cute actually as it flopped over and lay in a bed of pubic hair. It
looked SO inviting...
This time when I took his dick in my mouth, it was MY pussy that I could
taste on him. Cindy had tasted similar but I think every girl knows the
distinctive flavor of her own pussy. I have to say I was quite familiar with
mine! Some girls claim not to like to taste themselves but I have to say it
has been something I have enjoyed since I first started to touch myself. At
first it was just curiosity but in some ways it was like when I first tasted
cum. I knew from that first taste that it was something I loved and I wanted
to taste it as much as possible To smell and taste myself on a guy’s cock was
an added bonus!
Randy stirred as I started to suck his dick again. He lifted his head and
sighed when he realized what I was doing.
“Give me a break Kelly, haven’t you had enough?”
Stupid question! My answer was to just suck more on his dick but he reached
down and tried to push my head away.
“We need to go before my parents come home and find us in their bedroom.”
I had thought his parents were away for the day at least. Apparently that
had been a line to make me more comfortable doing it at his house today. It
didn't really matter as while I would have loved to stay around and suck his
cock some more, I wasn't feeling obsessed about like I’d been just a matter
of minutes ago. Right now it was just something that I wouldn't stop if he
wanted to fuck me, but I wasn't about to go off the deep end if he didn't.
Like, I couldn't imagine turning him down but I wasn't going to push for more
– at least not right now.
I had cum dripping down my thigh and in general felt a little messy so I got
up and went in to use the bathroom to clean up enough to feel presentable to
go home. By the time I returned, randy was already dressed and waiting for
me.
“Shit, you really have an incredible body,” he said admiringly as I walked
out, still totally nude. Well, what girl wouldn't feel good hearing a guy
say THAT to her?
“Better than Cindy’s?” I teased him as I did a little turn for him to give
him a 360 degree view.
“She’s OK but there’s just something about you that drives me nuts,” he
continued, “You don’t try to hide anything or be someone you aren’t. I’ve
never known any girl so comfortable with her sexuality as you are.”
I wasn't quite sure what that meant, but it sounded good so I just smiled and
got myself dressed in front of him. We left and I walked out of the bedroom
I thought for a moment how ironic it was that the same bedroom where his
ultra- conservative mother slept could be the scene for such incredibly
erotic sex between her own son and daughter!
The drive home was rather uneventful in comparison to the happenings before.
It wasn't until later that night when I lay naked in my bed, about to fall
asleep that it seemed to hit me as to what had really happened that day.
Eventually I did fall sleep, but it wasn't until after I’d thought about
Randy and his sister, imaging myself joining them as I masturbated myself to
sleep. I seriously doubt such a thing would ever happen but a girl can dream
9and masturbate), can’t she?
THE END