Lisa switched off the television and walked dejectedly across the wide, antique-furnished living room. Nothing on the tube could take her mind off what had happened.
At the time, it had been enough. But now, three days later, she was desperate for more of her father's prick-action. They had left one another panting for breath, totally sated. But now…
Two problems. One, she had promised him they would only have to fuck once. After that, she wouldn't approach or bother him or in any way threaten to come between him and Beth. She wouldn't go back on that, especially when knowing that it wouldn't get her anywhere. There was a limit to the indulgence of even these parents.
The second problem was simpler. Matt wasn't around. He and Beth were spending the day in town. Simpler, but harder to overcome.
On her way down the ball to the kitchen, she glanced out a window and saw Buddy climb out of the pool. He was soaking wet and his brief black trunks made an interesting display of his cock and balls.
Lisa paused where she was and watched as he toweled off. There was a pensive look on her pretty face as she considered her brother. After a moment she went on through the kitchen and outside.
He was sitting on the lower end of a chaise lounge, having dropped the towel on the seat after only perfunctory use. Sneaking up behind him, Lisa picked up the towel, dropped it over his head and, in effect rubbed it in. She wrestled him aver onto his wide on the chaise, continuing to rub the towel over his head.
By the time he managed to get rid of it and put a stop to her teasing assault, he was pretty well pinned under his little sister. To further that Lisa pinned his wrists to the seat.
"I've got a question for you," she said pertly.
"Get off."
"How come you're such a dull big brother?" He chuckled. "Who says?"
"I do. And I know dull when I see it."
"Maybe you should pay a little closer attention," he suggested.
Something about his tone made her want to stop and think. From the sound of it, he had a secret.
"Have you been up to something?" she asked.
"That's for me to know." He grinned. "Now beat it – before I do something rash."
"Like what?"
"Like dunk you in the pool, clothes and all."
"My, my! Brother thinks he's tough. You really think you're man enough to put me in my place?"
"I kinds, think I am," he answered calmly. And again she was struck by the changes that seemed to have come over him. He didn't quite fit the big brother mold anymore, somehow. Still, that wasn't necessarily bad.
"I kinda like where I am right now," she answered imprudently.
He didn't move fast. Certainly not fast enough to take her by surprise. But that didn't mean she could stop him from rolling to one side, off of the chaise onto the grass of the back lawn, with her underneath. He pinned her wrists, his thighs angled wide over hers, pinning them down.
"How do you like this?" he asked.
"Even better," she answered.
A change came over them both just then as their eyes met and held, and the game-playing was over. He read her intentions, saw her availability, interest. When she gave a half-hearted writhe against his pinning body, he felt the age old invitation of a hot female.
"Now that you've got me, what're you gonna do with me?" she asked.
He seemed to relax against her, letting more of his body settle onto hers. "Well, since you're asking, I just might have my way with you."
"Oooooh, kinky!" she chirped.
He lowered farther, touching the lump of his cock-bulge to the mound of her upper cunt. He pressed against her, moving from side to side. The tip of his nose touched hers. Her head shifted, tilted, mouth waiting for a kiss.
With his lips settling slowly but surely onto hers, Lisa felt a wash of triumph. Her second conquest. And she felt the unleashing of her pent-up excitement. Her second incestuous romp.
Mixed in there was a measure of surprise Buddy hadn't taken a lot of seducing. He'd seemed almost ready for her. Either she had greater powers than she'd thought, or she had underestimated him.
Kissing him in reply, savoring the rich, illicit intimacy of the oral connection, Lisa played her hands down his damp back. Her fingertips encountered the top of his swim trunks, and she sliced the nails underneath and reached farther down.
She pushed the covering away as she took hold of his taut ass cheeks and squeezed them. She pulled him down harder against the mound of her cunt and moved against him.
Buddy gave a pleased moan. "Where have you been hiding?"
"Where have you bee hiding?" she said.
"Nice hands you've got there."
"Nice ass you've got. How's your cock?"
"I'll show you."
And with that be raised up. Kneeling between her thighs, Lisa lifting onto her elbows, he thumbed his briefs down.
His cock was still pretty rubbery, although it did bound outward, straining upward. Right away, Lisa saw that it was different from Daddy's, smooth all on and more civilized looking cock.
She reached for his prick and applied a soft, warm squeeze, stroked to and fro, felt his eager response. She watched his prick grow, and grow, and grow some more, and she began to think he was actually hung a little bigger than their father.
"Very nice," Lisa remarked. "Been getting much action?"
"Oh, a little, here and there."
"Too bad I didn't find out about this big cock of yours sooner – you'd have had a lot more action for it."
"Let's see what you've got," he said.
"You've never peeked?" she teased.
"Show me!" Buddy grinned.
Lisa sat up, shifting back from him slightly. She undid the buttons of her shirt and peeled it off. Then she leaned back on straight arms, body curved toward him to put her nice tits on display.
"Pretty good pair, huh?" she said.
"Damn good," he agreed.
Sinking ass onto heels, he reached for her tits and held them to his exploring hands. He tested their firmness, weight, texture, all in a caressing sort of way. He tweaked her nipples to get her responses there and came away pleased.
"Now the rest," Buddy said, grinning.
Lisa lowered onto her elbows again. "You do it."
"Spoiled brat," he commented, reaching for the drawstring of her baggy shorts.
Funny, him using that word spoiled, she thought. But he'd meant it differently from the way Matt had. Yet, it was a provocative coincidence.
She watched his steady hands loosen her shorts, take hold of them with some authority and pull. He really was quite a bit more grownup than she'd thought. Not that she was about to complain. The opposite, in fact. She was finding she liked a take-charge kind of guy.
He pulled the shorts from her long legs, leaving her in sneakers, socks and panties. The footwear went next, and so she was going to be totally naked this time around.
Before reaching for her undies, Buddy slid his swimsuit the rest of the way off. He wanted to be completely bare, as well. She liked that. He had a sensuous streak. And he did it before he did her. A gentleman, too.
His cock had reached full rigidity as he undressed her, and Lisa eyed it now with her mouth watering. Whenever he moved, his prick wagged temptingly from side to side, showing no signs of retiring or yielding in any way from its richly aroused state. She turned him on, and that turned her on, which turned him on…
Buddy slid open hands down her raised thighs. He was still down between her legs, and she was naturally spread for him. He was taking a moment to appreciate the view of her panty-covered crotch.
In a teasing, tempting sort of way, Lisa slid the fingers of one hand down under the elastic of her panties and moved those digits up and down on her cunt-lips. "Hurry up," she said in a dainty, lamenting tone.
"Where'd you learn to tease like that?" he said, moving his hands around to her hips.
"I learned," was all she would say.
She raised her ass off the ground and felt his hands slide under, lightly cradling her ass before taking hold of her flimsy undies and puffing them down.
Lisa lowered her ass and thrust her legs into the air and Buddy pulled her panties off. Holding both legs upright, she let them slowly part in an ever-widening vee. She watched his eyes run up and down them, always returning to her increasingly exposed pussy, and she marveled at her own wickedness.
Some might call her a slut, or worse, she knew. Sneer at her, scold her, try to shame her. But the verdict of Buddy's cock was the only one she was interested in. As for her conscience, it was clear.
"Well, stud," she murmured, brushing the soles of her feet over his arms and body, "getting any ideas?"
"Quite a few. But where do I begin?"
"You could start at the bottom and work up," she suggested. She touched her ankle to his cheek and traced a circle with it.
"You sound like you're used to getting things your way," Buddy remarked easily.
"If you don't like it, you can do something."
"Maybe I'll just fuck you."
"Oh, my! What a big forceful man you are," Lisa answered with playful taunting.
Buddy looked amused, like he was content to play along. But it was a firm hold when he took hold of her ankles and leaned forward. He set her heels an his shoulders and went ahead onto all fours, well over her, Lisa's legs angled way back over her body.
Position-wise, it was very much what Matt had done with Beth that afternoon when Lisa had watched. Something about that made the girl burn inside with a new, raw kind of excitement and ache with anticipation. Probably because she was being treated more like a woman instead of just a delicate, inexperienced girl. Odd that Buddy would be the one to do it, but life was full of the unexpected.
With deliberate slowness Buddy slid both legs out behind him and lowered his cock to her defenseless cunt. The tip of his fucker touched her tumid cunt folds and he saw her take a deep breath. He held where he was, keeping his engorged prick-tip at her drooling cunt-gash, nudging inward, but only slightly.
"You're pretty good at teasing, yourself," Lisa remarked with a mixture of appreciation and impatience.
"The best things are worth waiting for."
"Not this long." She reached past the outsides of her back-slanted thighs and gripped his ass and pulled. "Fuck me if you're going to. Now!"
"You are spoiled," he decided, but he lowered his hips and fed his cock into her cunthole anyway. He fucked all the way in, even trying to press farther.
Lisa's back arched upward, her head dug back into the soft blanket of grass and she emitted a low moan of raw pleasure.
"Good cock," she said in a thick voice. "Brother has a real good cock."
Buddy shagged his heavy prick back up and out, promptly filling her fuck hole up again. Her pussy-walls shuddered tautly along his deep reaching fucker, oozing up juices of welcome and lurid temptation. He fucked in again, and again, thrilling to the spread of her tight fuck tunnel and the hot wet clasp of it.
"Oh, girl!" he groaned. "You've really got something here. Something big brother would like to have a lot more of. Something he's gonna have a lot more of, whether Sis likes it or not."
"Sis likes it fine," Lisa assured. "Keep fucking me, big brother!"
They grinned with devilment at one another and, for a time when there was only the simple, sheer wicked fun of fucking.
They were young and excitable, but knowing each other as well as they did made them feel older. They felt so comfortable with each other. They could relax, let it all happen naturally.
At least, it could happen the way they wanted it to, until their passions took over, that was. That hadn't quite happened yet. Not in Buddy's case, anyway.
Lisa was going wild on her brother's cock. Somewhere along the way he had learned something about plunging the depths of a willing pussy. He wasn't offering a head-on assault by any means. His cockhead dove this way and that into the hot tunnel of her cunt, pounding hard into one spot, then shifting around to drill at another.
Ha fingers clutched at his ass. Her own ass whipped from side to side and tossed about as if on a sea of fuming passion. Buddy lowered a onto both elbows, practically bending her double underneath, and the scrape of prick-meat on her pussy-walls had never felt more intense.
"God!" she gasped. "God, oh God, how you're fucking me… is it ever wild… I'm almost coming… gonna come, brother lover."
His tireless motions slowed. In next to no time, he was barely fucking his fat prick in and out of her tight and fiery cuntal grasp.
"Don't stop," she implored breathlessly. "I want your fucking so bad. Give it to me? Please give me your cock?"
He shook his head slowly, determinedly. "You're much too selfish. Spoiled rotten. Why should you come first?"
She went limp, feeling helpless. She could tell his mind was made up to teach her some kind of lesson. Or pretend to. And maybe he had a point. If she wasn't selfish, she at least had a greedy streak. On tap, of that, this just might be fun. She wanted to keep trying new things. So she couldn't be too mad at him.
"Bastard," she murmured with half-hearted anger. "Sneaky, trouble-making bastard."
"Oh, that's a mean mouth," he replied. "I'm gonna try and get some good out of it."
As he spoke, he was raising up from her. He let her body unfold as he lifted his ass onto the near side of the chaise lounge. He reached down to the back of her head and drew Lisa up onto her ass, then ahead onto her knees between his parted legs. Holding her by the hair, he drew her face in toward his stiff, slicked-up fucker.
"Suck on it, baby," he told her. "Make me as hot as you are, and maybe we can finish off together."
Lisa liked that idea, and she showed him that she did by making a dive for his colossal cock. She also liked the idea of sucking in his prick while it was still wet with her own pussy juices. It was something new, after all, and perverse, and so sexy.
First she brushed past his cock, burying her face at his crotch and flicking her long pink tongue at his swollen balls. Her nose caught the scent of her own cunt juices steaming on his fuck-rod, and she sniffed her way up to the pointy end in a raunchy display she thought Buddy might get a kick out of.
"Too fucking much!" he chuckled hornily. Crouching pertly between her brother's legs, Lisa fluttered the tip of her tongue all over the puffed-up head of his cock. It was just one more little show before the nitty-gritty they were both so ready for.
Lisa formed a soft ring with her lips and titted it onto the tip of Buddy's prick. She brushed quickly past the ridge of the cock-head and on down the barrel of the cock-shaft. With only that light, encircling touch, she swept back up to the drooling prick-tip.
She continued running the soft caress of her lips up and down his hard cock, then from out of the blue hit him with a long, loving suck. He inhaled sharply and his legs flexed against her shoulders. She pushed down on his prick and forced the cock-head into her throat, then rose with another lewd, suck.
Her own spunkiness, all over his prick, was intoxicating. The excitement of his cock was dizzying. The wickedness of it all was like a devil inside her.
One thing that she had learned from Matt was that balls counted, too. After a time of pure, straight-on cock-sucking, Lisa took the youth's glistening prick in a hand and held it back and away as she ducked down to his balls.
"That's my ball-licking angel," Buddy murmured, his fingers stroking into her downy hair. "Do they taste good?"
"Mm-hm," she answered, holding both balls in her mouth as she ran her tongue back and forth underneath.
"That's it, wipe the sweat off them. It's so refreshing on a hot day."
Lisa ran her tongue all over his balls, then spent moments sucking on them, one after the other or both together, pulling them tight against the limits of the ball-sac and letting them pop free of her mouth with soft, wet, sucking sounds.
At the same time, her hand would burst into activity and run up and down his still fiery hard-on, further stoking his considerable flames of lust.
"That's good action, angel," he complimented. "Really getting to me."
"Love it," she said in the time it took for her to make the leap from his balls to the end of his cock.
She sucked down on his prick with all the wanting of before, and perhaps a little more.
He lifted her head until he could look down into her pretty, flushed face.
"Now you're gonna find out what happens to a girl who gives a little," he murmured to her.
"Oh, fuck me," she said in a whisper. "I want it so bad. I really do."
Buddy gave her a throaty kiss that she loved and said: "Okay, kid. You can even take a rest." And with that he shifted to one side and drew her forward, letting her lower her upper body across the seat of the chaise lounge.
Dropping forward onto his knees, Buddy moved around behind her. Lisa had never tried this position before, but somehow she knew what was coming. She even knew enough to part her knees and arch her back to tilt her pussy out. She gave her cute ass a wiggle for fun.
"This is called doggy-style," Buddy informed her as he wiped the tip of his prick up and down her naturally parted fuck-slit.
"Man's best friend," she responded.
But before she could smile over it, Buddy fucked his cock up into her cunt like a lance, and she cried out a groan of pure pleasure.
He held his prick inside Lisa as her pussy-flesh adjusted to his size and adapted to this strange and wonderful new position. It was a great way to take prick, she was already thinking. The fit seemed extra special, and she loved having her ass where she could move it against him while they fucked. She stretched like a cat before him and gave another wriggle.
Buddy fitted his hands into the twin nooks of her waist and held her in place as he deliberately pulled his big fucker from the suctioning grasp of her pussy. Listening closely, she could hear the slurpy sound of her cunt as it gave up Buddy's prick.
Lisa felt his retreat hollow her out inside, leave her with a carnal void that simply ached. Moaning, she tried to push back onto his fuck-pole, but his hands wouldn't give.
"Don't make me wait," she lamented. "I'll be good."
"I know," he answered warmly.
And he began the easy but patient re-insertion of his prick into her cunt. It was so sexy she wished she could have risen out of her body and sat back to watch, just to get the whole picture. She really was greedy after all, but hell, he had helped make her that way. She would have to mention that the next time he got ideas.
"Fuck me," she said quietly. "Give me your big, beautiful cock, and give it to me again and again."
Buddy let his open hands slide up onto her shoulders as he bent over her, continuing to easily fuck in and out of her bubbling cunt.
"Your pussy's so good," he murmured against her ear.
"I can feel every little bit of your cock," she answered.
Buddy dug his hands underneath her body and closed them on her hanging tits. He squeezed, began puffing her tits this way and that, all the time fucking in and out of her pussy.
Lisa swung her ass from side to side, shimmying on his manly fuck-rod. It seemed to excite him, and she tried a few other motions, some she hadn't even dreamed of before.
His pace picked up and, as his body lifted upright again, Lisa had greater freedom to rock back and forth on him. Her pussy flesh ground at all sides of his cock-length as he continually filled her pussy up and emptied her out in the age-old give and take of good fucking.
"Can we make it go on forever?" she asked in a dreamy tone, her wind going dizzy. Steadily she worked to and fro, grooving to the delicious burn of their friction.
"No," Buddy replied, "but we can do it as often as you'd like."
"As often as I'd like?"
"Sure kid, I promise," he answered.
Words escaped them then. It was enough for their minds to process all the pleasures their flesh was taking in. They were so close to coming they could almost taste it.
Out of control now. No more teasing or flirting, no more games. Nitty-gritty. Hot, hard, swift fucking, hips slapping into exquisitely rounded ass-buns, the pull of sopping pussy, the push of fiercely aroused prick. The passionate gasps and moans of Buddy and Lisa, reaching the pinnacle.
Gushing and surging and going off like a storm, they were together. And then they were apart again, each tumbling back down his or her own side of the invisible mountain. Collapsing, Buddy lowered onto Lisa again and drew her into a firm embrace. She was shuddering with aftermath under him, against bin, around his deflating prick.
"When you come, you really come," he murmured to her.
"Don't you?"
"I do okay."
She drew a breath, let it out. "I'm glad this happened," she confided. "You're a great fuck, and I do want to do it again, and again, and again."
They laughed together and then he said: "We might have to hurry."
"Why? We'll have other days."
"Yeah, but now we'll have to worry about Aunt Blanche being around."
She twisted underneath him, looking up. He lifted onto widespread arms. She asked him what he was talking about and he told her.
"She's coming to stay with us."
"Here? Since when?"
"She just got her divorce papers. It's official now, and supposedly she's all bummed out."
"So now our mother has to cheer her up."
"Well, she wants to be around family."
"I guess I can understand that… but hey, what's the problem? Plenty of room around the place, right?"
"Sam's coming, too."
"Oh?" Lisa said to that, thinking of Blanche's only son, her cousin. She hadn't seen the guy in a few years. He was roughly her age, she recalled.
She said no more on that subject. The last thing she needed was to risk making her brother jealous. Especially right after he'd shown her such a good time.
It could wait until tomorrow, at least.