"I hear you've been fucking Don," Sammy said to his sister.
He could tell by the way she froze that he was right. Actually, he would rather have been wrong. Now that he knew that Mel had told him the truth, Sammy felt his jealously return.
"Who told you that?" Pat asked when she had pulled herself together.
"A little bird told me," he said.
"I'll bet it was that creepy Mel who told you," Pat said.
"What's the difference who told me?" Sammy said. "How could you fuck Don? He's such a wimp."
"He is not!" Pat said. "You're just jealous."
"Ha! Jealous of Don?" Sammy said as contemptuously as he could.
But it was true, of course. Even after getting laid, Sammy longed for his sister.
"You've probably never even gotten fucked," Pat said.
"Oh, no? It just so happens I got laid a few days ago!"
"It was probably your first," Pat said.
"But it won't be my last," Sammy countered. "The girl I fucked said it was the best one she ever had."
That was stretching the truth a bit. But at least it stopped Pat. She seemed to be considering this news.
"Oh, yeah? What was so wonderful about it?" she said at last.
"I don't know," Sammy said. "Maybe because my prick is so big."
Again, Pat seemed to consider her brother's words. And Sammy realized he'd hit on something important.
"You have to admit it's pretty big," he said. "It's all right," Pat said, turning away. "Well, just imagine how a cock like mine would feel in a girl's cunt," Sammy continued. "It could reach way in. And it would really stretch it too."
Now Pat was having trouble pretending not to be interested. And Sammy knew he was making headway.
"Don't you remember how big it is?" he asked. "Should I show it to you again?"
Pat didn't say anything. Nor did she look at her brother.
They were alone in Pat's room again, a perfect place to show her his prick. So Sammy got up from where he was sitting on the edge of her bed.
He began unfastening his pants. Pat still ignored him.
"There," Sammy said as he displayed his hard cock.
Pat didn't look; at least not right away. But Sammy waited, with his prick bobbing in front of him.
Finally, Pat took a quick look. Then she turned away again. But in a few seconds, she took another look. Then her eyes focused on her brother's dong and remained there.
"Big, huh?" Sammy said proudly.
It was interesting to see Pat's face as she stared hungrily at her brother's prick. She didn't want to look at it. But she couldn't help herself.
"Pat," Sammy said, his voice now low and serious. "Let me fuck you."
"But you're my brother," Pat said. "We can't fuck!"
"Sure we can," Sammy argued. "Lots of brothers and sisters fuck."
"But it's perverted," Pat said.
"Touch it again," Sammy said as he stepped closer to his sister.
He brought his jerking cock to within an arm's length of the girl.
Yes, it would be perverted if we fucked, Sammy knew. But he wanted to do it anyway. And if he couldn't talk his sister into it, maybe he could coax her.
"I'll bet you can't get your fingers around it, it's so fat," Sammy said, sounding playful again.
"It's not that fat," said Pat.
"Oh, yes," Sammy insisted. "Go ahead. Try to get your fingers around it."
He had found the right tack, Sammy knew. If he kept it on a playful level, he might fuck her yet!
Pat reached out and encircled her brother's cock with her hand. Her middle finger was just able ta touch her thumb around his shaft.
"There," she said. "I can reach all the way around it."
"Yeah, but just barely," Sammy said. "I'll bet you can't fit it into your cunt."
"I'm not going to try," Pat said as she drew her hand back.
Her touch made Sammy's prick vibrate with desire, even now.
"I'll bet you can't fit it into your mouth," Sammy said.
"I'm not going to try to do that, either," she said.
Although Pat wasn't being encouraging, she was looking at his cock with an expression that was more than merely curious.
"Then give me a hand job," Sammy said. "Since your hand is the only thing you've got that'll fit it."
Pat didn't say she wouldn't. And she didn't say she would. Sammy thought she was about to give in, though.
"Let me rub you off first," he said. "Remember how nice it felt the last time? And I'm even better at it now."
Still Pat sat, silently staring at her brother's prick.
Sammy really wasn't interested in rubbing her off. Oh, he would do it and get a hand job in return if he had to, but he didn't think he would have to settle for that.
He knew his sister was finicky when it came to sex. All he had to do was get her hot enough, and she would do anything.
Since she hadn't replied to his last few suggestions, Sammy sat down next to her. Her eyes followed his prick. And with that shaft standing right beside her, she began to breathe harder.
"Come on," Sammy said softly. "It'll be terrific."
He reached are wid his sister with one arm, holding her close. Then his other hand moved to one of her tits. Carefully, he took her round, firm boob into a tight embrace.
When his sister didn't pull away, Sammy knew he was going to have some fun. Even if he didn't fuck her, he was going to make her come, and she was going to do the same for him. But he felt in his bones that he was going to fuck her yet. Alter squeezing her tit through her jersey, he reached down and tucked his hand inside it. Then he played with her bare tits for a while.
"Sammy…" Pat began.
But before she could utter another word. Sammy put his mouth over hers and gagged her with his tongue.
As he massaged her tits, he remembered how she and Polly had compared each other's boobs. Sammy had to agree with Polly that Pat's tits were beautiful. They were so round and perky and firm – almost hard.
As he kissed her and squeezed her tits, Sammy could feel his sister's breath puffing out of her nostrils. It was getting fester and hotter. Soon she will be helpless, he thought.
By the time Pat lifted her arms and put them around Sammy, ho felt confident enough to go for her pussy.
His baud dropped into her lap. He gripped one thigh, then the other. Then he stuck his hand between her thighs. The heat from her cunt rose up right through her pants.
Just to give her a little more encouragement before unfastening her pants, Sammy pressed his fingers against her crotch. He felt her well-padded pussy as it waited for him inside of her pants.
By that time, there was no doubt that Pat was his, to do whatever he wanted with her.
Sammy pulled his sister down to lie beside him. Their legs dangled off the edge of the bed. But now Sammy could get at her tits and cunt more easily.
With his mouth still pressed to hers, he slipped his hand into her pants. He even felt her draw in her stomach to make more room for his exploring hand.
Into her jeans, then into her undies, his fingers crept.
"Hummmmm," Pat gasped when her brother's middle finger found her damp slot.
But it was a tight fit between Pat's cunt and the crotch of her pants. So Sammy couldn't quite reach her cave.
But he was in no hurry. It was more important to keep this chick hot and willing, than it was to rush. Sammy tickled her clit, which he could reach. That made his sister squirm in his embrace.
When Sammy felt his sister reach down and put her hand on the bulge in his pants, he knew it was time to be more forward with his seduction.
He pulled his hand from his sister's pants. Then he unsnapped them and pulled down her zipper. While he got ready to strip her, Pat kept her hand right on her brother's bulging crotch.
Sammy sat up. Pat remained on the bed. What a beautiful sight! he thought. His sister was lying there, her jersey pulled slightly up and her pants opened. He could see her belly button and the top of her dainty underpants.
But what made the sight really spectacular was the way Pat seemed to be waiting for her brother to pull her pants off of her.
Sammy lost no time. He grabbed his sister's jeans and pulled. She lifted her ass from the bed. And her pants began to come down.
Her jeans fit so tightly that Sammy had to really tug. Her underpants began to come down with her jeans before getting hung up around her wide hips. So by the time her pants were sliding down her legs, half of her hairy triangle was exposed.
Sammy dropped her jeans on the floor. Then he grabbed her underpants. Once again, Pat lifted her ass. In another second, she was naked from the waist down.
The boy looked at his sister's twat. He hoped he could plug his prick into it. Nothing else would do, especially now that he'd tried a cunt, and found out how nice it felt.
"Take your jersey off," Sammy said as he began to unbuckle his belt.
Obediently, Pat pulled her jersey over her head. Sammy saw how her tits sagged slightly to the sides of her chest in her prone position, but only slightly. He remembered that when he fucked Silvia, most of her heavy tit flesh had moved under her arms as she lay beneath him.
Pat's nipples were bright pink. They stood erect on the hillocks of snowy softness of her boobs. Sammy's mouth began to water.
In a few seconds, he was as naked as his sister. Then he lay down beside her again, his prick resting on the bony ridge of her pelvis.
They kissed. As Sammy reached for her cunt, Pat reached for her brother's stiff meat. When their hands connected with those hot organs, they both drew a sharp breath in through their noses.
With her pants out of the way, Sammy could reach his sister's pussy in any way he chose. But at first he only tucked a fingertip between the outer lips. Pat's thighs gradually spread, pulling her cunt open.
Pat was handling her brother's prick as gently as he was fingering her pussy. Her fingers playfully ran along his shaft and cockhead.
Sammy was still worried, though. After all, his sister hadn't said he could fuck her. And if he couldn't, he would be in for same considerable disappointment.
Sammy decided to take a firm stand. If his sister wouldn't let him fuck her, she would have to go without an orgasm, or give herself one. But he would fuck her or leave her rubbing her off with his hand was out of the question. He was beyond that stage.
So far, Pat was getting hotter by the second. She was devouring her brother's tongue and lips. Sammy had never been kissed so wantonly. He loved it.
He kept exploring her cunt with his fingers. But he didn't dig into her tunnel. If she wanted him in there, she would have to welcome his prick in.
Meanwhile, he played with her inner-lips and clit. And he let his fingers wander to the cheeks of her ass below her cunt. When he found those mounds wet with leaking cunt juice, Sammy became more confident that he would eventually fuck her. Her cunt was actually drooling for him, he knew.
By keeping his fingers out of his sister's cave, he made her pussy come looking for them. As she writhed in passion, she seemed to be pressing her cunt mouth to the tips of his fingers as they diddled her cunt.
But Sammy wasn't about to satisfy her cunt's hunger with his fingers. As much as beloved finger fucking, he knew he would have a better chance to get his prick inside of her if he didn't spoil her appetite with his fingers.
"Stick a finger up my cunt," Pat whispered.
Sammy thought it was too soon to ask her to let him fuck her. But he didn't want to stick his finger in, so he ignored his sister's request.
She had grabbed his prick tightly by that time. As it throbbed powerfully in her hand, she slowly moved the skin back and forth.
This might be another problem, Sammy realized. Once he reached a certain point of excitement, he might have to settle for any sort of orgasm.
But by sliding down his sister's body so he could suck her tits, he was able to pull his prick from her grasp.
Taking a hard nipple into his mouth, Sammy felt his sister arch her back, pushing her tit deeper into his mouth. So he opened wider, as wide as he could. He found he could get almost her whole jug into his mouth.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" Pat gasped.
She put her arms around her brother's head and almost smothered him with her boob.
Sammy sunk his teeth into that firm flesh. Again his sister gasped, louder this time.
While he devoured her tit, Sammy kept his fingers roaming in the shallow regions of Pat's twat. And her cunt still seemed to be trying to snare his finger up her tunnel.
"Stick a finger up my cunt!" Pat repeated desperately.
Sammy bit down harder on her tit, making her wince. And he squeezed her cunt between his finger and thumb. But he didn't enter her cunt with his finger.
Pat began to squirm more vigorously. As Sammy tickled her cunt, she would lift her hips, bringing her drooling cave up to his finger. But Sammy would lift his finger, keeping it on her love button.
"Sammy, why won't you stick a finger up my pussy?" Pat demanded.
He lifted his face from her tit. His cheeks and her boob were wet with warm saliva.
"Let me stick my prick in," Sammy said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"First stick your finger in," Pat said.
That seemed to mean she was going to let him fuck her, Sammy knew. He didn't press her for a firmer promise. He did what she asked.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" Pat moaned with profound satisfaction, as her brother's middle finger moved into her flowing tunnel.
Having his finger inside of her, feeling the incredible softness of that cavern, made Sammy doubly eager to fit his prick into it.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" Pat cried in a fit of intense lust.
Sammy loved watching his sister going mad with passion. He noticed that the faster he moved his finger around her pit, the faster her body gyrated. Now she was shaking with so much force, her firm, little tits wobbled.
But it looked as though Pat was on her way to an orgasm. That was the last thing Sammy wanted her to do. At least not until his prick was inside of her.
So he pulled his finger out. Pat lifted her hips as high as she could, following his finger until it was out of reach.
"N-o-o-o-o-o!" she wailed pathetically.
Sammy climbed on top of her. His prick tapped against her hairy mound as it twitched with excitement.
"No, Sammy," Pat said hoarsely. "Don't."
He didn't want to rape her. But he didn't think he would have to. If any chick was helplessly stricken with lust, Pat was.
She reached for her cunt. Her fingers shot between her lips and began rubbing her clit. But Sammy grabbed her hand and pulled it away. She reached for her cunt with her other hand, and Sammy pulled that hand away too.
Now he was holding her arms pinned to the bed. And his stomach rested on hers, keeping her flat on her back.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, Sammy," Pat moaned helplessly. Under his heavy hips, Pat's hips jerked spasmodically. Her face showed the pain of her horny need.
Sammy knew she was going to let him fuck her. It was the only chance she had now, to give her the climax she so desperately desired.
The only thing Sammy had to worry about was keeping himself from coming too soon. His prick was lying between their bellies, and with Pat's writhing, it was getting a dry workout.
"Let me fuck you," Sammy said seriously. Pat hesitated. Then she said, "Okay, fuck me." Her legs spread wide, and reached around her brother's hips. Sammy reached for his crotch and guided the head of his cock to the wide-open portal of her cunt.
When he felt her hot, wet, inner-lips wiggling at the tip of his cock, he pressed his hips forward.
"Oh-h-h-h-h! God!" Pat yelled. "Uh-h-h-h-h!"
"Huh-h-h-h-h-h!" Sammy gasped. Attached at the crotch, the siblings began fucking.
Both of them gasped and moaned through wide-open mouths. Their hips jerked wildly. Sammy's huge prick plunged repeatedly into Pat's stretched twat.
"Oh, it is big," she moaned. "I feels so-o-o-o good."
With their sweaty foreheads touching, Sammy and Pat moaned into each other's faces as their bliss grew to the bursting point.
With every dive his prick took into his sister's pussy, Sammy's pleasure multiplied. Although he had been fucked once before, he found that he still couldn't believe how wonderful it was.
Thinking about the sensations that fucking offered, he was aware of how his sister's twat was sliding over his jerking cock. He felt his balls swinging, and crashing into her asscheeks. And he felt her hard nipples pressing into his chest.
Just before he began coming, Sammy knew that his sister was already deep in orgasmic rapture. Her body moved like waves. Her hips churned crazily. And her moans had risen several octaves.
Then Sammy came. This was even better than his first fuck, he knew. Maybe it was because he was fucking his own sister. Or it might be because she had resisted him. But he had never known such ecstasy, such complete joy.
"Ar-r-r-r-r-g-g-g-g!" Sammy howled.
They made it last as long as they could. But finally, their hips began to slow down. Then they were still, lying in a sweating heap of spent flesh.
"Oh, Pat, that was so wonderful," Sammy whispered. "Wasn't it? Wasn't it terrific?"
"You made me do it," Pat said. "I didn't want to."
Sammy lifted his head and looked down at Pat. Her face was impassive, blank. After such a fantastic experience, he couldn't believe she was acting this way.
"I didn't make you," he said. "You wanted to! You even told me to fuck you!"
"I didn't want to," Pat repeated. "I didn't. It's perverted."
Sammy climbed off of his sister. As soon as he did, she pulled a sheet over her body in shame.
Now all the fun of fucking was fading into the past. Sammy didn't know whether she was right or not. He had wanted to fuck her, but he hadn't forced her. She could have stopped him.
By the time he left her room, Sammy was in a bad mood. Why does my sister have to act this way? he wondered.
But her behavior hadn't completely robbed his fucking joy. He still felt the thrill of filling his sister's cunt with his gism. The way her cunt had fit over his sliding cock inspired the boy. He knew he would have to keep fucking now that he knew its true splendors.
But he didn't think he'd fuck his sister again. Not after the way she acted. And that left Sammy with an eager prick and nowhere to stick it.