The first rays of the morning sun coming through the bedroom window woke Dorothy. She stretched and rolled over. The house was quiet, very quiet. She sat up. Her mother and Jake were supposed to leave early, Vic and Len were taking them to the train station. She got out of bed, slipped on her houserobe and looked into the master bedroom. They were gone. The bed was made, they had left without waking her to say goodbye. She shrugged and went back to bed. But sleep evaded her as she lay there looking out the window, wondering what she would do. Do with her life. The conversation with David the night before still bothered her. Not so much that he would leave some day but because he at least knew what he was going to do. She didn't.
Soon she'd have to start looking for a job, or get married.
That's what all the girls did. It wasn't very appealing. The jobs in the area were all related to cattle, some office work where they needed girls to file records or keep books, or being a waitress in town and feeding the men who handled the cattle. Dorothy soon realized she wasn't that fond of the smell of cattle either. She was lying on top of the bed and her fingers one by one fidgeted with the buttons of the robe. It was unconscious at first, popping one open, moving down to the next and opening it. Then she reached inside and felt her breast, felt the pleasant warmth and smooth texture of the nipple. It began to harden, pucker, lift up to her gentle strokes. She inhaled deeply. The hand moved down and a button came open before she touched it. Her flat, firm stomach was like fine velvet to her fingers. The slope from below her full breasts to the end of her rib cage was slight, then it plunged abruptly down to the belly which swept gracefully down like a wind-blown sand dune. The lowest point of the flesh plateau was the navel, the small knot of flesh snuggled inside a delicate crevice. Her finger moved inside the hole to touch the knot, make a small circle and slide back out. From there on down the flesh seemed to grow even softer and started the slight upward rise. A rise which abruptly ended when Dorothy's fingertips touched fine, soft hair. A thousand threads of silk waving atop the crest of full, mature womanhood before all the anatomy plunged, converged, collected into a mass of tender, swollen tissues.
Dorothy moved one finger down to touch the ripe skins alongside each side of her vaginal opening. It was warm, easily excitable flesh which thrillingly responded to even the slightest touch of the fingertip. She then moved sideways and felt the loose skin of the pink-lipped hole. It waited there, relaxed, wrinkled, ready to expand willing around the stretching circumference of a warm, throbbing cock.
She opened the rope completely and exposed the curving, firm lines of her body. Long, limber legs developed over years of active sports, dancing, swimming. They held no excess flesh yet were fully formed, curving, as good as any she'd seen in the lingerie ads. She stretched them out straight, then slightly apart. She inhaled deeply and the two pointed breasts lifted earthily into the air. Each pink nipple strained up from the top, large nipples, perfectly round with pulpy little caps surrounding each pin-hole. The rim of each nipple was trimmed by tiny bumps of extra-sensitive skin. Her back arched to thrust the breasts even higher as if she were begging for some man's mouth to materialize and clamp down on the enticing tips of pink. Then with a sigh she exhaled, her belly sucked in and her waist appeared much too small for the fullness of her smooth, round hips. The finger teased at the pussy lips, gently first, then with a little more action until the pinkness turned to a more brilliant tone of red. A first trickle of moisture showed at the lowest point of the slit, just a dew-drop sparkle of cunt cream. But the finger now probed deeper and incessantly rolled back and forth across the thickening, expanding chord of her clitoris. The moist-ness spread upward to soon have the whole gash glowing with its own draining happiness. Dorothy closed her eyes and shifted her weight on the bed. The legs opened wider and pulled back to offer more and more of her heated crotch to the self-manipulations. The tip of her tongue slid between tightly closed lips to wash back and forth, to stroke the lips of her mouth into their own form of excitement.
She sighed again and the finger dug deep inside her hole. As it withdrew the thick juice coated it, she plunged it back inside while using a second finger to continue the exciting stroking of the pounding clitoris. She felt warm, good, carefree from her toes to the top of her head as the morning sun sprayed across her nude body and the accurate fingers touched the areas crying for the most attention.
Her other hand squeezed each mounded breast forcefully and came up to pinch each nipple until its color matched that of the fluid-running pussy. The hand never left her body as it trailed down to her waist, alongside her hip and to the rounded fullness of her backside. It squeezed the gentle flesh while moving around and into the crevice of her ass. She used her index finger to stroke the anus, to make small circles around this tiny pink dot. A new excitement trembled through her cooking body, a wild tingle of extreme pleasure. She pushed at the muscular hole until it eased back and the fingertip slipped inside. Taking her time, going easy, she slowly worked the finger halfway into the asshole and stopped. Her two holes, the cunt and the asshole, were both now quivering with ecstasy.
Her anus felt like the finger was much larger than it actually was, especially after she gave it another push and slid it all the way in.
As her asshole reacted with a new kind of shock the walls of her cunt started to shudder without stop. “Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Yes…” Her box was burning, exploding, creaming abundant waves of juice down on her hand as she twisted and wiggled the finger inside her asshole. She was stroking faster, deeper into the back hole and feeling the climactic reaction spill from the front.
Her open hips started to swell, rise, sway uncontrollably from side to side as the two probes jabbed in and out of the slick crevices of her perspiring body. As the orgasm shivered through her torso Dorothy groaned low in her throat, she twisted wildly and finally hoisted her hips in the air as the last throes of pleasure gushed from the drooling hole between her legs. She sighed, exhaled, relaxed and let her backside come down to rest on the bed. After folding the robe about her nakedness she lay there for a long time staring out the window. Wondering, flunking, daydreaming. On an impulse she got up and walked from her room. The robe hung open in the front, her breasts jiggled with meaty firmness before her as she started up the stairs. Each step made the full mounds jostle a little more, they rolled, trembled, seemed to become more excited and active as she came closer and closer to the bedroom door of David. He was sleeping peacefully, the bedcovers were in their usual disarray, but Dorothy was disappointed to see they still covered his mid-section. But his chest, his sleek, well-defined chest and lean arms were exposed, so were his long, thin legs. She closed his door quietly and leaned against it for a moment. After pulling the robe partially closed she slowly moved to the side of the large bed. His breathing was steady, mouth slightly open. She cautiously reached down and lifted the blankets away. He was lying before her totally nude, beautiful, lean and handsome. The long prick was soft, wrinkled and curled down alongside his leg. The scrotum hung below it, drooping, filled with two small egglike treats. Dorothy was scaring herself, she knew what she might do and was afraid of what would happen. She just knew that she no longer cared if he woke up or not, in fact she wished he'd catch her and find out what she'd been up to for so many years. He would understand… but he would surely make her stop. She gently lifted the relaxed cock with her fingers and it fell back into the cushion of blond hair. Dorothy liked it like that, belly up. She trailed the tip of her finger down the wrinkled, loose skins and watched with fascination as they swelled and grew tight around a growing erection. Color came to the glans and its edges flared out like the cap of a mushroom as she tenderly ran her finger up and down the pole. It grew to a tremendous size, long, straight, stiff and red.
She kneeled on the floor and, just as she had the morning before, brought her wet lips down to taste the powerful cock. She kissed the head, licked out and washed its face with tender laps of her tongue, even lifted it with her tongue and scooped the tip inside the suction of her warm, trembling lips. She rested the side of her head on his belly and sucked the long cock deep into her swirling mouth. It grew even suffer, bigger, harder as she sucked. She pushed down on it and felt the thick head stretch into the back of her mouth and push at the softness of her throat. It was delicious, big, beautiful and she wanted to swallow it, suck it right down into her belly until it emerged from the burning hole between her limber legs. He was stirring, his hips were writhing, twisting. She gave the wet cock a hard suck and made a desperate plunge to get the head around the bend of her throat. It wouldn't go, she had to use her hand to hold the cock straight up and crane her neck so it was an uncurved tunnel.
When she felt his hand on the back of her neck Dorothy froze. An icy panic jolted through her body and she stiffened. He was awake, he knew, he was watching. She kept sucking, pretended to ignore the hand, frantically tried to draw the sperm from the cock before he stopped her. But the hand wasn't pulling, it was stroking her hair, soothing the back of her head. Dorothy slowly drew up until the saliva-coated cock slipped from the circle of her lips. It dropped back across his belly and then lifted up to a slight angle-it was too hard to lie flat and so large it almost reached his navel. She turned her head and faced her brother. He was awake. His hand moved as she turned and came to rest on her shoulder. They were silent until he brought a single finger up and stroked the flushed purity of her cheek. “Good morning, sis,” he whispered gently. She blinked, wiped her mouth, whispered with a strained voice, “Good morning.”
He kept staring into her blue eyes with his own until a smile came across his lips. “I was hoping you'd come back this morning,” he said. Her mouth fell open. “You knew? You knew I was here yesterday?” He nodded. “I couldn't help but know it, you made me feel very good.” She pulled her mouth closed, swallowed. “How long have you known?” she asked. His finger was trailing about her face, touching her lips, her nose, her eyelids. “A long time, ever since we were small. You know, I used to dream about you standing next to my bed looking at me. Then one morning I woke up and saw you actually were there. I didn't say anything because I didn't mind.”
“Oh. Do you mind now? I mean, I'm not just looking anymore, am I?” “Of course I don't mind, sis. Actually I expected you to stop looking and start touching long ago. But then we moved and got the separate bedrooms.” “Yeah, I don't like this place.” David moved over on the bed and motioned for her to join him. As she lay down Dorothy realized her robe was wide open, he was able to see whatever he liked. She started to close it then felt very silly, she left it alone. His eyes moved slowly across the beauty of her breasts, the curves of her waist and hips, the wisping hair of her crotch.
“You're a beautiful woman, Dorothy,” he said. She trembled, he'd called her a woman. “You know you're the first man to call me that… a woman. Usually it's 'babe,' or 'gal,' or 'little doll.'”
But David didn't feel like talking, his hands moved out to touch the velvet softness of her ripe breasts, to hold them like treasures and softly squeeze. It wasn't the pinching, full-handed squeeze that Ted used, it was respectful, mild, much more arousing than anything she'd felt before. Her nipples started to spring into instant firmness and she couldn't catch her breath. “Oh, David…” she cried as tears welled in her eyes. “I know this is wrong… but there isn't anything I want to do more than feel you inside me!” His hands moved further, cupped the tits and pressed them together as he calmly said, “Don't tell me what's right or wrong, Dorothy, just tell me you want me as much as I want you and everything will be right.” She trembled, her breasts felt like they were going to burst open and spray him with tears of joy. “Yes! Oh God, yes! I want you so much! So much I can't stand it!” Their mouths came together. Identically formed lips touched warmly and the tongues traded homes. As she rolled her torso against his their hair merged, it too was identical in color and texture. David surprised his older sister with his confidence, his self-assured manner as his hands moved down her back to stroke the perfect ovals of her ass. “Have you been with girls before?” she asked. “None of them will admit it,” he said. “They don't want anyone to know the sissy of Texas has a bronc-busting style that can't be matched at any rodeo.” “Oh!” She started to giggle and squirm as his fingers slid into the crack of her ass and feel the incredible warmth. She was wet from her anus down to the slick skins of her twat and David touched it all. He rubbed his palms on the most sensitive skins of all, the inside of her thighs. She was shaking, shuddering with passion before his fingers came into any serious contact with her pussy. And as he pressed his lips onto a nipple and sucked she started to climax. A violent bolt of passion blasted from her, she tried to inhale but couldn't, her breath was gone. She grabbed at the blankets, at his clean body, at anything to regain the balance she'd thought she had. “Uuuuuuughhhhh,” she groaned as her climax drove her to a pinnacle of cunt-drooling pleasure she never thought existed. David moved his mouth up to her ear and softly whispered, “Sis, I see you like boys.” “Oh, yes…” she sighed as her hand reached down to feel his still hard cock. “But I've only had one.” “Ted?” She nodded and waited for his reaction.
“Is he any good?” David asked. She shrugged. “I don't know.
I have nothing to compare him with.” She grinned. “But I know one thing, you're a lot bigger.” He liked that and thrust his hips forward to jam his erection hard into her stroking hands. “Did you ever suck his?” he asked. “No.” “No?” She couldn't look him in the face when he asked such a question. And she never thought she'd have the courage to answer him truthfully. “I tried but he stopped me. Said good girls didn't do things like that.” “What?
He stopped you? Good girls?” David rolled onto his back and started laughing hysterically. But Dorothy didn't waste time. As he went back she ducked down and scooped the long cock back into her mouth to suck it back to the wonderful warmth of before. David reached down and pulled at her legs until her hips were alongside his head. Then like a man who enjoys the exploration as much as the conquest he took his time pushing the robe away. He could smell the aromatic juices of her ripeness, almost taste them. Her buttocks were so round, so full, so exactly perfect as a platform for her beautiful hips and crotch. He ran his hands back and forth over them, then kissed each swollen pillow with an open mouth. His nose moved into the deep, warm crack and snuggled deep down until he could go no further. He had to pull away and roll her onto her side. The blond hair lit up her whole crotch like whipped butter on top of warm muffins… steaming muffins… muffins made from scratch. He kissed her thighs and pushed them wide apart to view her whole crotch. The fleshy tissues and red-lipped gash were brilliant with excitement and youth. She was firm, small, a collection of the pinkest pinks and whitest whites… all topped off with that blond butter. When he kissed the mounded hair she again reacted quickly, her hips jerked, she swayed. David's hands moved around to cup the cheeks of her ass and hold her in place as his tongue made short flicks downward. Even with her mouth full of throbbing cock Dorothy could feel his tongue moving closer and closer to her hole. God, she wanted him to kiss her there, to send that tongue inside her. That was something she was dying to feel, something no man had ever done to her. David's tongue touched the lips of her pussy all right. But not with a penetrating jab. Instead he followed each lip down and around the hole, he traced each piece of juice-coated skin with the tip of his tongue until it was all covered.
The heat was blasting from her, she was jerking with spasms and sudden trembles as he made the move she was waiting for. His tongue glided inside the lips and deep into the hugging slickness of her pussy walls. Dorothy melted, she again lost her breath, more waves of cream spilled from her insides to greet his digging, squirming tongue.
She came down hard on her mouthful of cock and felt the head squeeze deep and force around the slight curve of her gurgling throat.
Her ass, her hips, her golden twat were clipping up to David's face with greater and greater fever as he plied her clitoris and wet, dripping lips with his tongue. The taste of her juice was fresh, clean, exciting his mouth with a thousand different flavors of mellow pussy. It dug deeper as she pushed down harder. Dorothy could feel her whole throat expanding, peeling back like so much elastic around the pulpy knob leading his long cock. She held her breath to keep from choking and twisted her face on the shaft until it was suddenly, wonderfully, completely inside her. She paused to feel her throat being fucked. David used his hands to spread her thighs even further apart. Dorothy was a limber girl, the legs separated into an open split leaving nothing before his face but cunt, buns and asshole. With a broad swipe he licked from the blond cap of hair across the red twat and to the pink little asshole. Even with her legs so widespread her hips were able to jerk and twist as the thrilling tongue ignited her anus. He pointed the tongue and pushed straight against the asshole until it eased open. He slowly slid his tongue inside the incredible tightness of the quivering hole.
Dorothy's head was pumping ferociously up and down to plow the cock with great speed deep into the sucking recesses of her boiling mouth and throat. The feeling in her ass was beyond belief, so soft, so warm, so filling and pleasant. David got the tongue all the way inside before scooping the tip from side to side. An instant reaction came to his sister, she groaned on her stuffing of pecker, her whole torso started to sway rhythmically against his body, the colon muscle of her ass tightened, went very loose, slammed back again as her hips clipped with a blur of speed and another stream of happy milk drained from the contracting walls of her boiling twat. “Uuuuuuhhhhhh…” she groaned. He whipped his tongue with faster strokes to drive the climax she was experiencing even higher, to make her sweet body and tasty asshole crack with thunderous applause and release wave after wave of jolting juice down to his face, tongue and mouth. His nose was snuggled between the clamp of her buns and her twat squirmed hotly against the end of his chin as Dorothy drove the cock deep enough inside her mouth to feel his pubic hair on her lips. She was swimming, totally gone, she had never thought sexual pleasure was allowed to feel this good. Her hands, her feet, her knees and elbows were even experiencing the wonderful release and tremendous fill of her openings. And the cock, the big, long cock of her brother that she had stared at for so many years was now hers, hers to kiss and lick, to touch and stroke… to fuck with everything her body could offer.
David moved her still trembling body around until she faced him with her flushed cheeks and beaming eyes. Her hair was a yellow tousle across her head, the nipples of her swollen tits were like red wine grapes, they were so excited, her breathing came in full-bodied gasps.
“Oh, David, I feel so good… so great… I love you!” she emotionally cried. Her arms went about his neck and she pulled her warm body in tight next to his. David smiled and held her close while she regained her breath. He had made it, with several girls from school but it had never been this good. Usually it was an impulse that made him make a pass at the girl and usually it was because the girl was coyly teasing him, half believing he was homosexual. The rumors about Ins sexuality had proved valuable at times; it seems girls can't accept such things and almost always try to find out for themselves.
That's what Mary-Sue Ellis was doing one day as a group of them were swimming along the creek running into the lake. She was flirting, and even though she had a steady boyfriend, David caught her with a surprising response. They did it back in the bushes and from that day on Mary-Sue Ellis never flirted with him again. He fucked her so thoroughly and so expertly that she now always looked at him with respect and some fear. She was afraid to risk the secure thing she had with her boy-friend to ever meet David again, she was also dreadfully afraid of falling in love with the “weird” kid at school. The other girls were screwed by David under just as haphazard circumstances. Most of them had steady boyfriends and all of them were only once. It seems the boyfriends never worried if they saw their girl with the “queer,” there was nothing to worry about. But each time David fucked one she shied away after that, staring at him from a distance with admiration, a deep respect, and most of all, that same fear. Dorothy kissed his neck, her pulse was returning to normal, she felt warm, secure, very happy and, unlike the other girls, totally unafraid. It was the first time she could recall ever feeling so good about her life, her future, her desires. She now knew what she wanted… to make David the happiest man in the world. He made her the happiest woman. He was so unlike Ted. Ted's touch, his kisses, his caresses were all like the pats on the neck a man gives a horse.
Heavy-handed, unconfident, almost as if being with a woman was forbidden, wrong, something a man did more as duty than desire. David wasn't like that, he made love as delicately and harmoniously as he played his flute. David saw she was relaxed and again moved his hands across her white, tender flesh. She was smooth, soft, curving in so many subtle, delicious ways. His hands thrilled at each incline and decline of her healthy, well-developed body, the full, proud rump, the narrow, tight waist and bulging, flesh-filled tits. She touched his body. His long, lean body which made him such a good swimmer, his graceful legs and arms and narrow hips. She wanted to lick him everywhere, kiss all of him, taste each square inch of his sleek form and swallow as much of him as she could. He was her brother and he was like her in so many ways… and different in one exciting way.
Their mouths came together, perfectly matched, the tips of their tongues touched, danced, curled together like lucking snakes. His fingers were back to the vagina which had earlier spilled so much love into his mouth, it was still moist, still eager to enjoy more of him.
She held his cock with both hands like a baseball player holds a bat. It was so big she wondered if he could get it inside her. It fit in her mouth and throat with a lot of work, whether that was possible elsewhere was a question she looked forward to answering. Her lingers moved and she started stroking the hard, powerful spike. “Lie on your back, Sis,” he whispered. She grinned and quickly did as he said. His hands opened her thighs once again to expose the pink hole between. The whole area was painted with lubricating moisture, it glowed like a glazed dessert before his eyes. “Will you fit?” she meekly asked. “We're from the same mold, sister,” he teasingly said. “I don't think we'll have any problem. Are you sure you want me to?” “Yes.” “You don't think it's wrong?” She firmly said, “No.” “Good.” David lowered himself down until the tip of his cock brushed into her soft hair. She inhaled to prepare herself, made a strong effort at relaxing, she knew he would be gentle and also knew she should just let her body receive the cock with as little tension as possible. The two were so intent on their preparation that neither one heard the car pull into the driveway. David rubbed his cock head against the moistness of her pussy lips until it shone with slippery juice. There was no need to worry about wetness, there was plenty of that. He pressed with ease against the slit, his spadelike cock head moved into the elastic foreskins and parted them wide to each side. She was going to be tight, wonderfully tight, but she could handle the length and circumference of his cock.
Dorothy inhaled deeply and smiled bravely. David applied more pressure and she felt herself stretching open, yawning wide as the massive head squeezed steadily inside the tingling walls of her inflamed hole. She felt no pain, only a wonderful fullness and joyful stretching. After the head of his cock was buried inside the lips of her pussy David knew there would be no problem at all. She had a strong, healthy cunt with great resiliency and incredible heat. He gave his hips a rolling push and the cock inched deeper. Dorothy made an almost silent groan of happiness, it felt so good to feel a cock j move slowly inside her, that was something Ted never managed to do. He always seemed so rushed. “Ohhhhh,” she sighed. “It feels so good!” “We're a perfect match, Sis. I'm the positive and you're the negative, we're custom made for each other.” “Oh, fill me with it,” she moaned. “Put it all inside me until I explode! Leave nothing out!” David gave his hips several rolling undulations and the cock pushed in, pulled back, pushed in deeper. With each stroke he made the slightest headway and prepared the walls of her cunt for each long inch of his thick, hard rod. Her hips started to work back at him, lift up and twist against the entering shaft. Her flat belly trembled and she sucked her lower lip into her mouth and bit. Bit not out of pain but because she was trying to hold back a climax, trying to stay relaxed as he filled her… then she'd let go. But it was impossible, the cooking glow spread from her cunt out and up her spine. She gasped, grimaced, then cried, “Oh! David, I'm going to climax! Shove it in! Fill me up with your cock, please!” David gave his cock a straight-in, firm push and his pubic hair intermingled with hers. He was completely in her just in time to feel the first grabbing shudders of the cunt. It went berserk around the stiffness and thickness, and rippling muscles all along the walls rolled with ecstasy to massage and pound against the visiting shaft with total delight. Her hips jerked up and she twisted forcefully to grate her insides on the cock as charge after charge of climax burst from her cunt. “Yes! It's so good! It feels so full!” she moaned. Her red-nippled breasts jostled and rolled with meaty abandon on her twisting, heaving chest as the orgasm swept her into a state of complete frenzy. David's hips started moving faster, started sending the cock into her with deep, smooth strokes. The quaking muscles of her gash received each thrust with stronger grabs, more insistent pulls, hungrier hugs of ecstasy. “Uhhhh! Ohhhhh!”
Dorothy cried as the climax peaked and she felt like her whole body was flushing around the pleasing, digging cock. Outside the house Vic and Len walked from the driveway to the front door. “Well, now we got a week without the old man on our backs,” said Vic. “What'll we do?” “Fuck if I know,” answered Len. “Maybe we ought to have a party, invite some broads over.” “Sure,” said Vic. “That'll be real smart. As soon as the old man gets back our fag brother will tattle and we'll get the shit beat out of us.” Len scowled.
“You're right. Shit, things sure were a lot easier before he moved them in with us.” “Hey look,” said Vic pointing along the edge of the walk. “What?” “Right there, stupid, that lizard.”
Len shook his head. “Big fucking deal, so there's a lizard down there. So what?” Vic moved quick and grabbed the startled reptile. It was a gray-scaled, eight-inch long creature which struggled until Vic got his hand completely around the body. “Nice one, huh?” Vic asked Len. “Jesus Christ. What the fuck you picking on a poor lizard for? You some kinda kid?” “Nope,” answered Vic. “But I figure we can have some fun letting it go in David's room. I can see him now standing on a chair crying for help.”
Len grinned. It wasn't a bad idea, any opportunity to make David's life miserable was all right with him. Dorothy's first climax had passed and she was now steadily working her body up to David's with full, rolling motions. Her breasts squashed into his chest and her long legs wrapped around his to touch as much of him as possible as the gigantic cock plowed in and out of her with increasing pleasure. “You're so big,” she sighed. “So deep… So hard… So nice and stiff… it feels so good.” “It's never felt better any other place,” David said. She beamed, smiled, a tear of happiness sparkled in her moist eyes. “I'm so glad we're doing it. It makes me so happy to know we can please each other without worrying about what other people think.” David moved his hands down to cup the cheeks of the round, perspiration-coated fanny. He squeezed the buns together, let them go, then pressed a fingertip against her anus. She closed her eyes and held her breath. He stopped pushing. “Go ahead,” she whispered. “Do anything you like, anything I can do to make you happy I'll be glad to do.” He wormed his finger inside the taut hole and felt her shiver happily. Each time he sent his cock inside her gurgling pussy he pushed the finger a little deeper. He was going to fuck both holes at the same time, one with his cock, the other with his twisting, wiggling finger. Her pulse started pounding again, she faltered in her breathing and had to gasp as rushes of hot passion traveled up her torso. He knew exactly what to do to turn her on and did it all so well! She grabbed down to his ass and dug between the buns until her finger was at his asshole. He grinned and she pushed.
The finger eased deep into his rear opening and together they worked their bodies into thrashing, driving passion. “Shhhhh,” whispered Vic to Len as they crept up the stairs to the attic room. “Don't wake him up.” Len waved Vic on and followed. They crouched outside the bedroom door and Len turned the knob while Vic held the poor lizard in his hand. Len opened the door slowly to avoid any noise and peeked in to make sure David was there. He was so stunned at what he saw his mouth fell open, he couldn't move, breathe or even speak. Len felt like a freight train was rolling across his head he was so surprised. Vic was patiently waiting for the signal to let the lizard go but it didn't come. He looked up, saw Len's staring face and peeked through the door himself. From their vantage point they saw David's bare, round rump lifting and dropping with a steady, consistent rhythm between two very beautiful, curving, female legs. A hand was on his ass, deep in the crack. Vic realized one of the girl's fingers was reaming out David's asshole while he fucked her with deep strokes.
The two brothers raised their heads up to get a better angle of vision through the crack in the door and saw David's extremely long, totally soaked cock sliding in and out of a sucking, jerking pussy.
They also saw David's finger was completely lodged in the asshole of the girl. She was beautiful, stunning, wrenching her hips and big tits up to him like a wild animal. But they couldn't see her face, his head was in the way. David's body rolled from the shoulders to the hips as he plowed his massive meat into the bouncing girl. Vic and Len both swallowed, this was the last thing in the world they'd ever expect to see David doing. “Who is it? Who's he fucking?” whispered Vic. “Shhhh…” whispered Len with anger. “Keep your goddam mouth shut.” Vic stepped from below Len and stood fully up where he could get the highest view down on the bed. He couldn't believe how the two bodies worked so well together, how the long legs of the girl wrapped so happily around David's legs, how her hand kept plying that finger into the asshole, how the large breasts kept swaying with such firm meatiness, one moment in view, the next obscured by David's heaving chest. Finally Vic saw her hair and gasped. It can't be! he screamed to himself. That's impossible!
Len saw the light blond hair too and sucked his breath in. His cock was stiff in his pants, pounding with excitement. It had to be, it just had to be Dorothy! David lowered his face down to her shoulder and gave it a nip with his sharp white teeth. She giggled and squirmed her teeming breasts up fully into him: Vic and Len heard the happy outcry and saw her flushed, ecstatic face as she bit back at his warm, perspiring shoulder. The brothers were astonished. They couldn't believe (heir eyes. She was fucking her brother. That little sissy was actually putting his cock into the nicest, choicest, best-built piece of ass in the whole town. His own sister! He was fucking his sister! And, they hated to admit it, fucking her like an expert! They looked into each other's shocked face. Len tried to speak but couldn't. Then Vic tried and Len pulled the door shut.
“What you closing it for?” asked Vic. “I wanna see this.”
“Shhhhhhhh…” warned Len. “Don't let 'em hear you.” “Shit, they won't hear nothing the way they're going at it. I wanna see!”
But Len had other plans. He pulled Vic down the stairs and held him while whispering, “You know what they're doing?” Vic looked at him like he was nuts. “Shit, yes! I know what they're doing, they're fucking!” “But they're brother and sister. They're blood brother and blood sister!” “I know that too, Len. Now let go of me so I can go watch them fuck!” “No, you don't understand.
They're committing incest!” “I don't give a shit what it is,” answered Vic. “I'm gonna go back up there and watch her big tits and full cunt and bare ass and long legs…” He pushed Len away and started back up the stairs. “Go ahead, Vic. Go on up there and screw everything up. Go get your kicks looking and wreck your chances of having those big tits in your mouth, that bare ass and cunt filled with your cock, those legs wrapped around yours.” Vic stopped cold in his tracks and looked back. “What you got in mind?” Len grinned. “Man, we've got it made, brother. We're going to have us more ass this week than you ever dreamed possible.” “How?” Len motioned for Vic to follow him into the living room. Vic looked hungrily up the stairs at the door to the attic bedroom, hesitated, then turned and followed his brother. David's hips were a blur of motion as he pounded his cock into Dorothy with the greatest speed yet. She was climaxing again, gasping in total abandon, mashing her tits against him, shoving her full twat up forcefully to receive each pleasure-giving thrust of the cock she had watched grow from a child's to a man's. Her ass, and his finger in her asshole, were streaked and covered with her spilling wetness. She prayed it would never stop, never end, that everything would always feel as good as it did right now. David felt his internal fires raging like a burning furnace ready to blast with pressure. From deep in his guts the pressure built, slowly at first, then faster, until he knew his cock was ready to present his sister with the creaming of her life, the most full box of jism she'd ever know. He jammed himself down with power and clamped his hips against hers. She came fully up to him, knowing he was going to climax, opening and begging to receive his payload. David jammed his finger deep inside her quivering ass as the first wrenching stream of steaming-hot cream erupted along his imbedded cock. It sprayed like a powerful fire hose inside the sucking hole. Dorothy's throat went dry, she sighed. “Ohhhhhhhh… yes,” she moaned. “Fill me up with your hot seed.” It came in several back-wrenching gushes to coat and lather her insides with white, sticky cream. David's cock kept plowing in, kept spewing sperm, kept draining jism into the trembling, burning walls of her glorying box.
Dorothy grabbed his ass tightly as a final wave of orgasm washed through her. “I'm soooo happy. I feel so wonderful,” she groaned with half-closed eyes. The cock pumped her pussy so full of boiling jism it leaked up to the lips and streamed out like an overflowing pitcher of fresh buttermilk. The frothed, bubbled semen streamed down the cheeks of her ass in thick, slow-moving trickles of white. It all converged into one major puddle in the crease of her upturned ass to surround David's still working finger. Her now-loose asshole was like a drain as the finger pushed gobs of the thick paste inside to also coat her other opening. “All I want to do for the rest of my whole life,” she softly said while kissing his face and eyes, “is fuck you and fuck you and fuck you.”