Jeany had just stepped front her morning bath and was sitting on the closed commode with a mirror when her brother tapped at the door.
"I'm busy!" she barked, her heart quickening with the guilt she felt. She had the mirror down between her thighs and had dipped a fingertip in the face cream jar to explore her pink-tinged linings.
"Can't spay take a leak?"
"Can't you go downstairs?"
"Mom's using the downstairs john," he argued, tapping again.
"Oh, all right." Jeany wiped her finger on a tissue, put down the mirror and went to the door. Her knees were a little weak. She'd been pressing in against her cherry, trying to see how thick it was. And then she'd rubbed the funny little hood that hid her clit. The tiny bulb had just been swelling up from the soft hood when her brother had so rudely interrupted.
The door swung back and Rick strode into the steamy room without a stitch on. Though he paid no attention to Jeany, she found herself staring at him. They'd been pretty casual as they'd grown up and until she'd seen her brother with Lynn the other night, Jeany hadn't really thought of him in a sexual way. But now as he stood before the toilet, cock in hand, she stared. The yellow are of pee spattered into the bowl. She could see the little tube swelled out along the underside of his shaft. It was the same little tube the cum spurted from on a boy. Ricky's balls looked big and heavy. She could see the shape of them easily in the drooping sac. He put a hand to the small of his back and she had to turn to the door.
"I pulled something playing basketball the other day," he complained, inking the last few droplets from his pecker. Her heart pounded too hard and she had to turn to the door.
"Hey, Sis?"
"Yeah?"
"Think you might rub me where I'm sore? It usually helps loosen my muscles up."
"God, Ricky, I don't know anything about giving a rubdown." She put her hand on the knob. "Anyway, I want to go downtown."
"Aw come on, it won't take you but a second or two."
"Well," she shrugged. "Okay."
They wait into his bedroom. Outside Jeany heard her mother get in the car and back out of the driveway. Their father had long since gone to work. Rick lay down on his belly on the bed and she knelt beside him. It was hard to keep the damned towel from coming unwrapped.
"Right here," he told her, touching a spot on his back. Using the heel of her hand and a thumb she began to rub the sore spot.
"Am I doing it right?"
"Why don't you straddle me," he suggested. "The angle should be better then." Jeany did what he said. But as she settled back her heart thudded again and she had to draw a quick breath. She was straddling only one of his thighs and she'd pushed her damp cunt down against him. She wished she'd put on panties. It was an unsettling sensation to be touching another human like that.
"Now you're getting it," Rick said, "but push harder."
Jean let her thumbs sink into his flesh. She rocked forward and back, moving the tensed muscle under his skin. It was strangely disturbing to be touching her brother like this. Though they'd often wrestled when younger, she felt odd about it now. As if maybe a sister shouldn't touch her brother at ail.
"Oh yeah, that's better!" he grunted, moving his hips a little. She could lean forward and keep her pussy any from his thigh. She wondered if Rick could tell that she was getting moist down there.
"I guess that's enough," she said, starting to get off.
"Do it some more, Sis! Please!"
"Okay, but I have to go in a little bit."
"I'll rub your back, too, if you want." He turned his face to the side, glanced up at her. She felt herself blush. Now why in heaven's name should she be embarrassed about hex brother rubbing her back? She was starting to get angry with herself for blowing everything out of proportion. She even wanted to prove that there was nothing really wrong with exchanging massage services with Ricky. Nothing at all wrong with it!
"I think I would like you to rub my back," she said, giving his muscle one last push. "I guess you owe me a little attention."
Rick knelt behind her on the mattress as she stretched mat on her belly. But die wasn't ready for him to strip the towel from her body. She gave a yelp of surprise and grabbed for it.
"I can't rub your back through a Goddamned towel," he mid, pushing her back down. She tried to rein as Rick straddled her bottom and began to rub her back with gentle steady movements. It felt glorious! She could see now why he wanted her to do it for him. She closed her eyes and forgot all about the towel. But then she became aware of something else. Ricky's balls were nestled warmly against the cheeks of her ass. As he rocked forward and back she could feel them pressing, moving against her crack.
"Ohhhhhh. I guess that's enough," she said, feeling odd again. Her pussy was heating up. She hadn't been thinking my wrong thoughts. It sure felt slippery and…
"You're awfully pretty, Jeany," Rick breathed.
"Rick. I said I've had enough."
"You're getting many, you know that? Your bottom is plumper than it used to be. And your thighs are getting heavier." Rick began to rub her buttocks.
"Oh, Rick!"
"God, they're nice. I wish I could spank them like I used to."
"Nhhhooo," she begged, struggling to turn. Rick chuckled and brought a palm down sharply against her cheeks. She jerked her hips from the surprise of the blow and the tension made her body thrill.
"Yeah ya little brat," he growled playfully. "I'm gonna give you a good spanking. Just like old times!"
As his hand came down again and again across her tender bottom, Jeany tried to wriggle from under her brothers weight but he put a knee in her back to keep her from escaping.
"Nooo! Ohhhh! Owww! Ricky that hurts!" It did hurt, but it was what kind of hurt was causing that really disturbed her. The sting was setting off all sorts of trembling excitement between her thighs. As if every blow made her clit tense. And now her juices were flooding and, making curliques of her blonde cunt hair. But as Ricky leaned into the spanking, she caught him off balance and almost got loose. To capture her again, he had to grab both her wrists and held them above her head. The full weight of his body was along her back. His legs were between hers and his cock was pressing into the crack of her ass. That's when Jeany almost fainted with shock. Her brother had a terrific hard-on! She could feel the hot pulsing shaft as he squirmed happily against the soft swells of her buttocks.
"Nhoooo! Ricky. Let me up! Please let me up!"
"You little imp," he gasped, biting the back other neck. "I didn't realize how sexy you were getting." He bit her again and then kissed the same spot.
"Oh, Ricky! You've got to let me up. I feel so dizzy."
"Your body is so neat," he breathed, running his tongue out again to lick her shoulder blade.
Jeany felt him squirming harder against her. And he was puffing his body down so that his cock slipped under her ass, down against her mound. The first contact caused a jolt of excitement and pleasure to surge through her belly. But guilt and fear quickly swamped the joy. Her brother's cock was actually pressing against her juice-dampened cunt hair. She could feel the warmth, the softness. Yes, it was spongy and rigid at the same time. She tried to crawl forward, but her movements only caused her labia to part.
"Uhhhhh. Rickeeee!"
"Jeany. Don't fight me honey. I won't hurt you, I won't do anything." He kissed her ear. "I just want to hug you and hold you."
"But it's not right! What if Mom caught us?"
"She's gone now. We're alone." He let go her wrists then and let his fingers slide down her sides. She trembled at the way he traced her body lines. She left her arms limp on the bed, too worked up and confused to fight him anymore. But she could feel the gentle nudge of his cocktip. It was nudging between her velvety pink lips. She tried to move again, racking her hips slowly from one side to the other. The unconscious wiggling caused her outer lips to slip out around her brother's barbed tip. Then he was holding his shaft, moving it gently up and down her feverish wound. The smacking sound of her juices as he petted her like that made Jeany gasp with passion. Her fear was unfocused now, dissolving. She tried to hold onto a shred of resistance but Rick had just petted her clit with his prick and was doing it spin… again… again. The sensitive nubbin bulged with blood, rising from its hood.
"Ohhhh! Uhhhhh! Ricky! Ricky, what are you doing to me?"
"Ohh, Jeany, I didn't realize how good it feels. I wish we could."
"Nhhhooo! You don't mean that!"
"I sure as hell do."
"Brothers shouldn't do things like that to their sisters." She gasped again as Rick pressed his cock against her cherry. It pushed in and another surge of juice dripped down her crack. Rick was really getting his cock drenched with her dick butter. She could feel him dipping his cum in her cleft and smearing the lubrication back on his shaft.
"You're really wet!" he breathed, biting the nape of her neck again. Jeany wished he'd stop that. Every time she felt his teeth nibble there she almost came unglued. Her fret burned and she tingled between her toes. She found herself unable to keep from moving her hips. She had them going in a slow, trembling circle. And little by little she was letting Rick force her thighs wider. He had his knees wedged between them and was splitting her pussy wide.
"Why don't you turn over and face me," he suggested in a sexy voice.
"No!"
"Just think how nice it would feel on your tits."
"I said no!" She closed her eyes hoping he was nowhere near done. But she'd lost all will to fight. And her brother was licking her shoulder again. Kissing her. She gasped as he began to rub her clit with one finger while nudging her cherry with his cocktip. "Stop or you're going to hurt me."
"You don't want me to stop," he laughed, rolling off and turning onto his back. He put his hand behind his head and watched her rise on hands and knees and shake herself.
"I wasn't going to fuck you if you didn't want me to," he said at last.
"Oh Ricky, I'm so confused." She couldn't take her eyes off that rigid, pulsing shaft. It was dark purple at the tip and she could see the darkened wins. She could see, too, the little tube that ran along the underside. A shudder went through her shoulders. Her clit was absolutely on fire! And with no one touching it she had the most excruciating desire to touch it herself.
"What are you staring at?" Rick asked.
"Nothing," Jeany blurted. "Nothing at all." But no sooner had she turned her head away than she was sneaking another peek. His cock was pointed up along his belly. It rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
"Go on. Touch it."
"I don't want to touch it," she said, sluicing her head hard. Her mind was overflowing with the memory of how she'd touched her uncle's cock. It had been bigger than Ricky's, but she hadn't seen it as clearly in the dark.
"Come here!" Ricky said, grabbing her wrist suddenly. He pulled her across his body, opening his thighs wide so her own tit between them. She found her small breasts rubbing across his chest, felt his hands kneading the plump firmness of her cheeks. As much as she wanted to resist, another part of her was enjoying the luxurious sensuality.
"Uhhhh! Rickeeee! Stop this!"
"Feels good, doesn't it?" He hugged her tight, kissed her. "How come you're wiggling around so much if you don't like it?"
"I… I can't help it. I want you to let me go." Her voice was husky and sounded far away and weak. She closed her eyes and let her face rest on her brother's chest. He was pulling her up his body an inch at a time. She could feel his hips pumping, could feel the swelled base of his cock as it slipped under the start of her mound. Her juices leaked out against him as her slit was dragged up his length. "Uuhh… nhhhhoooo, Rickeeee!"
"I just can't stop squirming. You feel so hot and hard against my pussy!"
"Look at my cock!" Rick moaned, holding her shoulders as he pumped his own ass on the bed. Now both of them were thrusting and Jeany found that the friction against her slit was even more delightful. She looked down like Rick had told her. When she moved her ass back she could see the head of his cock pruned down against his belly. The head was angry and dark purple. The tube along the bottom bulged as if it were about to be filled. She snapped her hips forward, covering the sensitive knob for an instant with her own velvety lining. When she slid back again a tiny droplet of fluid formed at the tip.
"Ohh, Rick. Are you coming?"
"Yeah… can't help it. You're tearing me up!"
"I'm coming, tooooo!" she cried, plunging, writhing, squirming like she'd lost her mind. Guilt and fear and anything else that might've gotten in the way had totally evaporated now. Thee on top of her brother's muscular body she pumped her virgin cunt up and down against his prickshaft as the drool poured from the corner of her mouth and fell against Rick's chest. Her head flopped forward as the first jolt of pure pleasure broke surface.
"Ehhheeee!" she screamed, her slender body bucking violently with the throes. And then Rick rolled over, taking her with him. For an instant she was pinned under him and had lest all sense of direction or place. But then he rolled her again so that she was on her belly on the mattress like before. A finger slid between her cuntlips and began to massage her clit with just the right pressure. Again her orgasm surged back with renewed power and Jeany sobbed with ecstasy against the pillow. Something was being pressed against her ass. Something hot and slickened with her juices. Her brother's cock!
He lunged and her asshole opened around the throbbing, spurting cocktip. He entered her to the hilt in three shoves and Jeany arched her back and kicked her heels up as he screwed hot plump ass with gasping moans of pleasure.
"Rickeeee! My ass! You fucked my ass!"
"Don't tell anybody, Rick. I'd die. I'd just die if…"
"I won't tell anybody." He kissed her forehead and nose and face. "I'm going to do it the right way next time."
"Nooo!"
"I'll get a rubber. You'll love it after I break your…"
"Oh, God, Rick, I'm so ashamed. Ashamed of you and of me."
"It feels good doesn't it?"
"Yes, but you don't realize. It's incest. I mean its oven against the law, isn't it?"
"I don't know and I don't care. You won't either after I put my cock in your pussy."
"You. Ohhh, I don't know what to say."
She squirmed away from him and sat on the edge of the bed. She felt sullied. Dirty. If it hadn't been so pleasurable she might have gone to the toilet and thrown up. But she wasn't sick. She could even feel the little energies of lust that were still left. She could even imagine her brother letting her rub his cock with her pussy again. She shook her head hard and grabbed the towel from the floor.
"Jeany, come back."
"I've got to be alone," she whimpered, running to the door. "I've never felt like this. You've changed something inside me. I don't feel wrong or right or anything." She had her hand on the doorknob, towel draped across her tits. "I just feel like I want that feeling again. And it worries me."
"It's natural," Rick said, getting up. He walked towards her slowly. "What if I told you I could get a rubber? Would you wait in your room for me to come back?"
Jeany wanted to open the door and run to her own room and lock herself in. But she stood there watching her brother come up to her. He took her shoulders and pulled her against his body. It felt so… Why couldn't she resist his touch? Then she was sobbing softly, the tears streaking his chest.
"Oh, Rick, would it be wrong? Would I be wicked to let you do it?"
"I'll be gentle. I won't do anything you don't want me to."
"That's what I'm afraid of. I'm afraid of my own emotions."
"Wait in your room. I'll run down to the drugstore and get something. We've got the house to ourselves today. I can show you what it's really like to make love."
"Rick. I just can't."
He pulled her back up, kissed her mouth softly. "Go wait your room. I'll be back in fifteen minutes."
Jeany went to her room. But instead of waiting, she slipped into a pair of jeans and pulled a T-shirt over her tender breasts. Then she went out the back door and climbed onto her bike. She pedaled towards the park, knowing she'd be safe in the cool grass by the time Ricky got back to the house with the rubbers.