"Come on, Sherry, suck my dick. Come on, just a little bit? Please?" Randy begged, his swollen cock aching between his widespread legs.
"But I'm your little sister, Randy! How could you ask me to do such a thing?" Sherry replied, reaching out her loving hand and flicking her index finger over the exposed and shiny head of Randy's turgid cock, knocking off the droplet of clear man-cream that glistened there.
Randy was sitting on a big rock by the edge of a crystal spring in the middle of a dense forest. Birds chirped everywhere and a warm light filtered
through the leaves casting green and gold shadows on the pound. His lovely eighteen-year-old sister was kneeling before him, wearing only a negligee of the flimsiest material. Her beautiful pink tits were clearly visible through the gauzy pink garment. Her nest of light-brown cuntal hair could barely be seen between her curvaceous young legs as she kneeled in the short green grass at Randy's feet.
Randy spread his legs and let his big cock arch up between them, sticking out Through the opening of his briefs. His pants were in a pile with his shirt, shoes and socks by the edge of the spring. There was a strange excitement in the air, as if Randy were incredibly close to some goal he had been wanting to reach but which had always receded the moment he got close to it. His sister had never seemed lovelier to him, or more accessible.
"DO you really want me to suck that thing for you, Randy? Really?" she smiled, pouting slightly in a playful show of mild resistance. "I'm not sure I want to suck it. You are my brother after all, Randy!"
"You gotta suck it, Sherry! My goddamn balls are hurtin' somethin' awful! I gotta shoot off! Come on, Sherry, stick it far me. Huh?" he pleaded, his face twisted into a look of pain and suffering.
"But it's awfully nasty, Randy! What would Mom and Dad think? Just imagine what they would say if they saw us like this! Why don't YOU get one of those sexy girl friends of yours to suck you off?" She teased.
"Those girls are nothin' compared to you, baby!
I don't care if you are my sister! I gotta feel your lips on my dick!" he said, reaching out and touching her soft cheeks, guiding her pretty face toward his cock.
"Why don't you ask Cindy or Ellie to do it for you? They're your sisters too, Randy, and they're as pretty as I am," she smiled, her face descending now toward the glistening head of his hard cock.
"But they're only kids! I want you to suck it! Just you! I want you, Sherry! I need you!" Randy said, feeling her warm moist breath against his blood-engorged cock-head.
"All right, Randy, if that's what you want. You know I'll do anything in the world for my big brother. I hope you enjoy this, Randy," Sherry smiled. with her usual crotch-grabbing smile of mystery and lust.
"Oh shit! Jesus Christ! That's too much! Oh damn! Suck it! Eat it, Sherry! Eat it! Suck my fuckin' cock! Take that fucker all the way down your fuckin' throat! Suck it, Sister! Suck your brother's big old dick. Randy moaned and groaned as his sweet sister plunged down on his aching cock.
Randy threw out his legs and began bouncing up and down on the rock on which he sat. He felt his huge cum-filled balls banging against the hard rock, felt his jism welling up inside them, boiled by his sister's ball-stirring cocksucking. He had never felt
a mouth as warm and wet and wonderful as hers. She was doing things to him that no other chick had ever done, making him feel inside like no other chick had ever made him feel. He knew now that
no other girl could ever satisfy him as much as his lovely sister, knew that he would have to have her again and again, no matter how taboo their acts of love and lust.
Sherry bounced with her horny older brother as he fucked her face in the intense ball-melting heat of his animal excitement. His nuts slapped against her chin as he worked off his horniness on her. He felt his cock scraping against her teeth with each thrust in and out of her tightly sticking oral cavity. He felt rivers of slippery juice filling his sister's mouth, running down her throat, making wet slurping noises as his bulbous cock-head rammed in and out of her mouth.
Sherry's hair was like a golden cloud, filling the air with its softness as she bobbed up and down over the darker hair of her brother's groin. A light breeze played over their bodies as they participated in wild acts of incestuous lust in broad daylight. Randy felt the air playing aver his nuts and the shaft of his wet dick, felt the warm summer sun falling on his skin, heard the sounds of nature all around him as he broke all the rules of sexual conduct between brother and sister. The sense of the depravity of the situation served only to increase the heat of the fire that burned inside brother and sister.
But there was something vaguely disconcerting about the whole situation. Something was not quite right, even though Randy was enjoying himself completely. There was something vaguely unreal in the air, a sense of unreality that troubled Randy more and more the closer he came to an
ejaculation. It began to occur to him by degrees that there was a strange dreamlike quality to his surroundings. The woods were too perfect, the birdsong too sweet, the air too fresh, the feeling too easy. How had he gotten into the woods in the first place? And exactly where 'was this spring? And why was Sherry wearing such a sexy negligee in such a place. How had he come to be sitting there wearing only his underpants, his cock and balls sticking out obscenely?
It wasn't long before Randy realized that he was dreaming, that his sister was only a vision in a dream of hot lust, that she was not really sucking his cock, that he hadn't really approached her with the suggestion of incestuous sex, that his wild dream was only a hoax cruelly played upon him by his horny imagination working in concert with the natural youthful vitality of his sex organs. And what a dream it had been!
"Oh shit, Sherry, keep on suckin'! Please suck me! Don't stop it now! I'm so close! Oh shit, baby! No! Don't stop! I gotta come!" the boy gasped and begged as he felt his dream slipping away into the void from which it had come,
But it was too late. Randy's dream slipped away and left him bucking his ass against his rumpled bedsheets, groaning and moaning in the throes of what in another second or two would have been the best wet dream of his young life. He had to come, had to at least feel something similar to the feeling of flashing ejaculation that he. would have felt if he had really shot his cum into his sister's sucking face.
Randy felt the friction of his swollen cock rubbing against the bedsheets, rubbing against a big blotch of slippery juice that had oozed from the slit of his youthful cock. He knew that another few strokes against the sheet would bring him off, and he had to be brought off soon. Every fiber of his body was tent, ready to surge with the electrical excitement of his orgasm. Every muscle was tense, the cords of his neck standing out, his biceps hard, the muscles of his legs taut, his stomach is tight as a drum, his chest swelling with virile power. He felt a huge load of rich cum ready to shoot at any second through his hard cock, felt the charge spreading through his incredibly tense balk. And then it happened, another cruel twist of fate and one that would eventually change his entire life and the life of his family, though not necessarily for the worn. He heard his bedroom door creak open.
His eyes shot over the doorway. When he saw sister Sherry standing there with wide eyes, her pretty lips parted in amazement, he thought he would die right there on the spot. He was frozen for a second, unable even to breathe. Then it suddenly dawned on him that he was lying there on his stomach as naked as the day he was born, his back raised up off the bed, his ass upturned, obviously in the act of fucking his bedsheet with a passion and frozen in midstroke. He grabbed the rumpled sheet he used to cover himself and threw it over his back, trying desperately to look as if nothing had happened, tying desperately and falling miserably.
Randy's eyes caught the deep-blue eyes of his sexy sister and held them for a moment, held them for a moment he would never forget. He tore his eyes away from her with the greatest of difficulty and fell flat on the bed, his cock pressing hard against the mattress, his nuts pressed together uncomfortably between his heavily muscled legs. it was up to Sherry now. She could either embarrass the hell out of him or turn and leave the room, saying nothing and at least giving him a chance to regain control of himself, or at least catch his breath. He didn't think there was much chance that she would turn and leave, not with her Usual devilish bent. His fears were to prove justified.
"What's up, Randy?" she smiled. "Besides your little pee-pee that is.
"For Christ's sake, Sherry! Leave a guy alone, will you?" Randy said, his face pressed against his sheets.
"I'm terribly sorry, Randy. I just happened by and heard a lot of noise. You really need a quieter bed if you're going to do it that way, Randy. Those springs are terribly noisy," she smiled.
Randy grabbed his pillow and threw it in Sherry's direction with all the force he could muster. She stepped lightly aside and continued her teasing.
"What's the matter with the boys in this house anyway? Just the other day I caught him jacking off on the toilet seat. He was awfully embarrassed. Of course he's only nineteen. But you're old enough to know better," she smiled.
"Cut the fuckin' crap, Sherry! Get the hell out!"
Randy touted.
"When I'm ready, darling I hate to see my big brother so frustrated. Isn't your love-life going with Randy? Don't you have enough girls to fuck? Do you have to take it out on your bed?" she continued mercilessly, her wicked little comments driving him nuts.
"Get out of here or I'm gonna break your fuckin' neck!" he growled, trying to sound like a bear but feeling weak inside.
"When I'm ready," she said softly, not at all cowed by his show of strength, knowing that she had him in an impossible position.
"Have a heart, Sherry!" Randy pleaded, his nuts still aching terribly from his interrupted masturbation.
"You really are frustrated, aren't you? And I thought Lisa would keep you pretty busy. Oh well, boys will be boys," she breathed mysteriously. "I'll leave you to your own devices, or vices, as the case may be. Have fun, Big Brother," she said, turning and tiding out of the room without another word, leaving her brother more confused and embarrassed than even
Randy roiled over in bed and sighed deeply. He bad almost expected Sherry to mention Lisa's name sooner or later, although not in such an embarrassing situation. He had expected Sherry to find out eventually about his activities with Lisa, from herself. He had gathered by now that she and Lisa knew each other perfectly and kept no secrets. It still bothered him that Lisa had mentioned Sherry's name just before she had
climaxed wildly during their first fuck that night in his van. She had said that Sherry had been right. Right about what? Right that Lisa would enjoy fucking with him? The memory of that night lingered like the scent of some exotic flower. He wondered now what the relationship really was between Lisa and his sister.
Lisa hadn't talked much that night, hadn't talked much about his sister at any rate. She hadn't even indicated that she knew Sherry, and Randy hadn't had the nerve to push the subject. He had fucked her half a dozen times that night, enjoying each fuck more than the last. She had participated freely and had thrown all her considerable sexual energy into the night of abandoned fucking and sucking. They had slept in the van that night, totally exhausted and completely fucked out. But in the morning Lisa had seemed as mysterious and aloof as she had before Randy had sunk his cock into her. She sure was a strange chick, he thought. When he thought of the possibility that Lisa had given his sister a blow-by-blow description of their night of hot sex he felt slightly dizzy. That would be too much, just too much! And yet he feared the wont.
"Might as well whack it off," he said aloud to himself.
He threw off his sheet and began stroking his hard cock until his nuts were ready to send shot after shot of cum flying all over his bed. He sure was glad that Sherry didn't know that he had been dreaming about her. He closed his eyes and tried to summon back the images of his dream. He was
almost feeling Sherry's eager lips working his cock again when he heard a knock at the door.
"It's Mike!" a young voice said outside the door. "Can I come in, Randy?"
"Might a well, damn it! Everybody in the fuckin' house's been in here this fuckin' morning!" Randy growled. His eighteen-year old brother walked in just a the cum wont tooting from the head of Randy's bulging cock. Randy gripped his dick-shaft hard and kept pumping himself long after they had stopped flying.
"Hey, man, quit jackin' off and get downstairs! We're all going to Uncle Bill's farm today and every body's waitin' for you. You done yet?" Mike said, watching his brother beat off.
"Oh I've got a lot on my mind, man. Yeah, I forgot all about it. Fuck! Okay, okay, you tell every body Ill be down in a few minutes. Gotta wipe some of this goddamn cum off the sheets. Wouldn't want to embarrass Mom when she goes to wash this stuff!" Randy snickered at his ginning younger brother.
"Better hurry up, Randy. We were supposed to leave at eight. It's a long drive. It's almost ten already," Mike said, turning and leaving the room,
leaving Randy with a new set of problems.
Spending the weekend at Uncle Bill's farm always meant lots of time with Sherry in the fresh air of the country. And at the moment lots of time with his beautiful sister was something he wasn't sure he could take without going crazy. Just the
thought of seeing her in those light summer frocks she always wore at Uncle Bill's, with the country breeze billowing her skirt, caressing her lightly tanned legs, tossing her hair, was enough to make his so recently evacuated balls begin to stir again. Being out in the country miles away from the nearest neighbor always seemed to bring out the best, and the worst, in Sherry. She always seemed to burst into bloom like some wind-blown country flower when they visited Uncle Bill's. And she always seemed to be at her devilish worst, flaunting her considerable feminine charms in the most carefree ways imaginable, knowing that whatever she did in the country would be considered perfectly healthy and natural in the summer sun. She had gotten so naughty in the past few months that Randy almost dreaded their monthly visits to the farm.
When he thought of her shedding her clothes and running barefoot, and bare-assed, over the grassy hill that overlooked the weather-beaten old barn that had sewed for years as their secret playground, Randy felt a stirring in his balls that was undeniable and uncontrollable. How he would react now if she tried anything like that was anybody's guess. He could only hope for the best, could only hope that she knew better than to display her cunt for him so temptingly. But poor Randy was to discover soon enough that things were not to be made that easy for him this time.
After cleaning his bed up a bit, Randy pulled on his shorts and started to head downstairs for breakfast. He had second thoughts at the top of
the stairs, realizing that in his present horny state anything that could cause an embarrassing hard-on to pole out in front of him at anytime.He tiptoed back into his room and dressed completely, something no one in the Mitchell house bothered to do in the morning. He hoped it wouldn't too out of place at the breakfast table.
On this particular morning Randy was spared not only the embarrassment of feeling out of place at breakfast but also the breakfast itself. By the time he had finished his masturbation and dressing, everyone was dressed and scurrying about pr paring for the trip. Randy participated halfheartedly in the preparations, trying to avoid Sherry's eyes all the while. The family station wagon filled up as if by magic until it seemed that not another piece of trip paraphernalia would fit, let alone eighteen-year old Cindy or eighteen-year-old Ellie, who, by virtue of their tender ages, were to share the back of the vehicle with eighteen-year-old Mike, eighteen-year-old Ricky and Arnold, the family hound. John and Sally Mitchell bad on their faces the patient smiles of parents about to suffer the joys of a pleasant hip to the country.
"Aren't you taking any trunks, Randy?" Sherry asked with a peculiar smile, making a last minute check of her weekender. "We always have a few swims at Uncle Bill's. Oh well, no need of this I suppose," she smiled, removing a flimsy bikini from her suitcase and tossing it carelessly behind her, giving her elder brother a dirty little wink and snapping the case.
Randy's shock – a bit when she revealed her
intention to swim in the raw at the old swimming hole. His heart was to sink even more when she revealed another bit of information.
"Don't forget to stop by Lisa's house, Daddy!" Sherry said when everyone was crowded into the station wagon.
"L-Lisa's house? What about Lisa?" Randy almost shouted, sitting up straight in the backseat, feeling as if someone had just kicked him in the balls.
"Of course, Randy. Didn't Sherry tell you? She's invited Lisa Darnell to spend the weekend with us at Uncle Bill's. Do you know Lisa, Randy?" Sally Mitchell smiled at her son.
"Uh…sure…yeah…I know her… Randy struggled, unable to believe the nerve of his sister.
"Yes, Mother, Randy knows her," Sherry whispered wickedly. "Randy knows her very well. Isn't that right, Big Brother?" she smiled at him.
Randy muttered something under his breath and turned away from his sexy sister. He felt like strangling the little tease.
"Did you say something, Randy?" Sherry asked, putting her hand to her ear playfully.
"One of your girl friends, Randy?" Ricky asked with a eighteen-year-old's mischievous grin.
Now there were two people Randy wanted to strangle.
"Aw, shit, Ricky! Leave him alone, man!" nineteen-year-old David put in, taking the part of his obviously embarrassed older brother. "You're just jealous 'cause you ain't got a girl friend!"
"David, David, how many times must I tell you not to use that word?" his mother admonished. "Ricky doesn't have a ski friend. You must learn to use better English, darling."
"So, Ricky, even Mom thinks you're just jealous!" David laughed.
"Aw shut up, David! Who needs girls anyway? They just mess everything up!" Ricky shouted, reaching out to punch David from the crowded back of the wagon, setting off a pushing and pulling fracas that set the car bouncing.
"We've never met Lisa," Sally said calmly, ignoring the shouts and the barking-of the family hound. "But if Sherry likes her I'm sure we'll like her too."
"Dan Darnell's daughter, isn't she?" John asked.
"Uh-huh," Randy mumbled weakly.
"Sure, I think I've met her.., at a father daughter party or something at school when I took Sherry…couple of years ago I guess…"John said thoughtfully. "She was an awfully pretty girl
"Even prettier now," Sherry added with a peculiar half-smile.
"Let's hope she doesn't bring a steamer trunk with her, Sherry," John said with a grin. "I don't think the family bus can hold much else."
"Oh, I don't think Lisa will be taking many clothes along, Daddy. She's a nature girl like me," Sherry said. "I hope nobody minds," she added in a half-whisper, her pretty face turned toward her nervous brother.
"Oh skit" Randy sighed as they drove up in
front of the Darnell house.
Lisa was standing on the front porch wearing the most revealing miniskirt Randy had ever laid eyes
on.
"Little sister, little sister, little sister," Randy muttered almost inaudibly, sinking into the seat and wishing he were far, far away.