Susan and her father had never talked about the orgasm he had given her that day when she was little, but they would often exchange meaningful glances, their eyes filled with longing.
And, to the young girl's delight, her daddy still hugged her – more than ever before, in fact. And he kissed her sometimes, even on the mouth when her mother wasn't looking. And she had learned to tease him, flaunting he lush body in front of him, and bending over close to him, revealing her huge tits and her inviting ass which he slapped playfully. But beneath the playfulness was a strong undercurrent of lust which they both felt and which Susan was sure would be satisfied eventually. It was just a matter of time.
The next day, Susan and her mother were in the living room, and the teenager was trying on the new skimpy swimsuit her mother had made for her.
"Now lean forward, Susan," Ronda said, not noticing that her husband had just come into the room. "Let me see how the fabric stretches over your bottom."
Susan's rounded asscheeks tightened and strained within the thin material. Her father glided forward, slapped her ass lightly, then let his hand linger there, fondling the girl's ass with his fingers.
"Such a good girl," he murmured, just as he had that day a few years before.
"Oh, Daddy!" Susan cried, overwhelmed by the combination of her father's hand stroking her ass and hearing the same words he had used that day when he had given her her first orgasm. And she came.
She tried to stay still, to curb the tremors that made her knees shake, but it was impossible. The telltale juice from her spasming cunt ran down her thighs and she moaned softly.
"Oh, God, Tom, look what you've done!" Ronda cried.
When Susan looked up anxiously at her mother, she saw that the alder woman was licking her lips excitedly and her eyes were wide and gleaming with what looked like desire. Then Ronda whirled and left the room and Tom followed her quickly, but not before Susan saw the telltale cock-bulge between his legs.
So, I really turn Daddy on, she thought with a grin, doing a little pirouette in the middle of the living room, feeling good and horny and very, very pleased that her daddy wanted her so much.
"Wow! You look great in that bikini, baby!" Paul cried from the doorway.
Susan spun around and laughed when she saw her handsome big brother grinning down at her. For the hundredth time, the young blonde realized just how much the teenager resembled their father. In fact, with his handsome face and strong, muscular build, he very much looked like a younger version of Tom Johnson.
"Thanks, Paul. If you like it, then I guess it's a hit. I know how you drool over all those bikinis on the beach every summer," Susan said, laughing.
"It's not the bikinis I drool over, Sis," Paul said, walking over to the well-stocked liquor cabinet. "It's what's inside the bikinis."
"Yeah, I know… the tits… the asses… the cunts," Susan drawled, watching him closely.
"Wow! Listen to you! Never heard you talk quite that way," Paul murmured, looking a little surprised. "What's gotten into you?"
Susan shrugged and noticed that her brother was fixing her a straight shot of whiskey, too. "Don't know… just feeling kinda horny, I guess."
"Sounds good to me," Paul said as he joined her on the couch and handed her the drink.
"Mmmmm, good," Susan said as she took a large gulp of her drink and tried not to choke on the strong liquor.
"Drink up, Sis," Paul said, his eyes flicking over her bikini-clad body. "Plenty more where this came from."
And drink up Susan did. For the next hour and a half, she and her brother sat and drank, talking now and then, but mainly drinking. But, as drunk as she was becoming, Susan was aware of two things that excited her.
For one thing, the cock-bulge between her brother's legs was growing bigger and harder, almost with each passing minute, it seemed. At the same time, Susan's pussy was drooling cunt juice, and she found herself wondering why she and Paul had never fucked each other before this, for she had no doubt that that was exactly what was about to happen. Paul was going to fuck her!
The other thing that the young girl was aware of was that Paul seemed to think she was even drunker than she really was. He began to reach out and touch her tits, her thighs, acting as if she wouldn't even be aware of his incestuous touch. Susan was only too happy to go along with it, for the young girl wanted one thing and one thing only – to feel Paul's cock fucking into her wet pussy!
"Ohhhhh, I feel kinda faint, Paul… all this liquor," she slurred, sagging against the cushions.
Paul got up from the couch and Susan stretched out. Actually she didn't feel faint at all. Even though she had drunk more liquor than she had ever consumed at one time in her life, all she felt was a pleasant-feeling buzz in her head, and even more horniness than before.
As her head rolled from one side to the other, she heard her brother gasp with excitement.
"Wow! She's passed out!" Paul cried.
Susan opened her mouth to correct her brother, but then she decided not to. She sensed correctly that what had been holding Paul back from fucking her was shyness, and perhaps a desire for a completely passive partner. If she let him continue to believe that she had passed out, maybe they could both have what they wanted.
Paul would think his sister didn't even know what was happening as he fucked her and he would be able to tape and fuck her however he liked with no protest from her. And Susan would get what she needed more than anything else in the world – a big hard cock up her horny cunt.
Susan lay very still, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, breathing deeply, as if she had passed out, just as her brother wanted to believe.
"Susie?" she heard him whisper. "Are you awake? Can you hear me?"
She lay very still, not moving.
Paul gave a great sigh of relief and Susan opened her eyes just a crack. She saw Paul standing there, beginning to take his clothes off.
She opened her eyes a little more and felt an excited itching in her pussy as she caught her first glimpse of her brother's prick. It was hard and thick, and seemed to be painting right at her face. Naked now, Paul moved closer to his sister and stood very still. Susan closed her eyes tightly, hoping that her brother wouldn't realize that she was really awake and very aware of everything that was going on. She could hear the boy's breathing, harsh, heavy, uneven.
"Susan, baby," he whispered. Then louder: "Susan, can you hear me?"
But Susan lay still and kept her breathing deep and regular so that her brother would think she had really passed out from all the liquor she had drunk.
She felt the couch sag as, reassured, Paul sank down on it close to her face.
"Oh, Susan, you're so gorgeous," he sighed.
Suddenly, his mouth was, pressed hard against hers, and she felt his tongue drive in fiercely. Then he sucked her tongue into his mouth, savoring it hungrily, urgently.
Susan neither responded nor protested. Her brother held her close with his hands, forcing her lips to part, and she accepted his mouth and tongue as if she were a limp rag doll. She knew that her complete passivity was turning him on, and to her surprise, it was arousing her, too.
She felt him stand up, and she lay still as though she were entirely helpless, unconscious, drunk out of her skull. But her eyes opened a tiny bit and she saw her brother holding his cock. Holding his hard-on lightly, pointing it toward her face, he moved forward and she felt him rubbing his warm cock against her cheeks. The head of his cock crossed her lips and her slightly parted mouth felt the wet slit at its tip pause at the opening.
Oh, yes, she pleaded silently, I want to suck your cock!
As if reading her unspoken words, he pushed his prick inward and the girl's lips stretched wide to accommodate the bulbous cockhead forced into her mouth. He fucked his cock in, then pulled out with smooth, wet movements.
Susan took her brother's cock passively, even though every sexual instinct in her cried out for her to grasp the excitingly large fucktool with her lips and suck hard. But she was afraid that if she gave herself away, her brother would back off. Somehow she knew that this was the way her brother needed to do it, and if she wanted him to fuck her, she had to go along with him.
The head of the boy's cockshaft felt smooth and tight. He moved slowly, as if trying to control the tremendous cum-load he had for her. She heard Paul's breath rasping in his throat. He withdrew his prick from between her lips, and she felt a droplet of pre-cum drop from the end of his cock onto her chin as it passed.
"What a sexy little bitch!" Paul said, louder now, as if he no longer had any doubts whatever that his kid sister had passed out completely.
The young boy squeezed the tip of his sister's tit, making the nipple flatten, then tense and become longer. His mouth fell onto her tit and he drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard as if he were a child nursing at his mother's breast.
Susan felt like moaning with excitement and pleasure, but she controlled herself. She felt the boy's hands moving over her body, slowly removing her bikini top and bottom. Soon, she was as naked as he was.
Paul's strong hands moved over his sister's naked flesh, stroking, caressing, probing, exploring. Susan felt his fingers pressing into her cunt. She felt her pussylips part automatically as he pushed upward. The inner cunt walls squeezed against his fingers, gripping them, creating a wet, sucking pressure. The air panted from Paul's mouth, striking her tits as his lips continued to suck and pull and his teeth sank into the turgid nip.
Then, he slid his head from her tit, down her body until it nestled between her thighs. Two long, thick fingers moved into her pussy slit, stretching the bloated cuntlips, while a third finger slipped up, high up, fucking deeply into her pussyhole.
"Oh, yeah, baby, what a nice wet cunt!" Paul gasped.
Susan felt her brother's trembling with excitement. Then he dragged her legs open, pulling them apart brutally, as though he no longer needed to be tender with her.
"You're gonna get fucked!" he said loudly. "I'm gonna fuck your sweet cunt, you hot bitch! I'm gonna fuck your ass off!"
He spread his long hard body on top of her small soft body, her naked flesh quivering beneath him. His knees pressed against her thighs, opening them wider, and Susan felt her wet pussylips parting with a small, sucking sound. Paul dropped on top of her heavily. His broad smooth chest flattened her big tits, and his face was so close to hers that his breath rasped noisily in her ears. He groped down with his hand, grabbed his prick and steered the pulsing cockshaft up to the girls cunt.
Susan felt her big brother's huge, rounded cockhead prying at the entrance to her pussy, then thrusting up hard.
Oh, God, she screamed inside herself, his cock's too big! Too long! Too thick! My pussy's so small… it's never had to take a cock this big! She tried to yell the words out, no longer caring if her brother knew that she was awake, but she couldn't because his mouth was covering hers, his lips dripping warm saliva onto hers, while his entire face was contorted with lust.
Her stifled scream was completely silenced by the boy's mouth when his prick fucked all the way up into her cunt. Susan felt a pleasant kind of pain piercing through her pussy as her brother's prick painfully stretched her inner cunt walls.
She wanted to shriek, feeling a strange kind of excitement at the idea of her brother raping her. I'm being raped, she cried within herself. But her brother's demanding mouth continued to muffle all sound until be broke the kiss.
"Oh, yeah, baby, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you," the boy chanted as he fucked her, too engrossed in his thrusting, jerking motions to notice that the young girl was now wriggling her body, gripping him with her thighs, bending her knees.
She was unable to lie completely still. Her brother was fucking her so well that her body just took over, automatically fucking back at him.
Then he fucked into her cunt deeper, lifted his upper torso, arched his back and came.
"I'm coming, Susan!" he shouted, though he thought she was unconscious. "I'm fucking you, bitch! And I'm coming!"
He fucked in and out of her violently as his enormous load of cum shot into her pussy, splashing wetly against the inner pussy walls and finally overflowing the girl's cunt and dribbling lewdly down her quaking thighs.
"I came, Susie! I fucked you! I really fucked you good, after all these years of wanting your pussy!" the boy shouted. "I fucked you good, you teasing, prick tempting, horny cunt!"
His body collapsed on top of hers. His breath came in rapid, painful rasps.
"You sweet, delicious cunt. Such a good girl."
Susan had been on the brink of orgasm. And, when she heard her brother mouthing "good girl" into her ear, it took her over the edge and she came hard.
Her climax shot through her with a wild intensity and then the girl lay still. Her limp body felt powerless. Her lips moved soundlessly. And deep inside her pussy, tremors of pleasure continued.
She felt Paul rolling off her, moving slowly, breathing deeply and noisily through his nose. He lay next to her, very still, for a minute. Then she felt his hands roaming over her naked body once more. He turned her over, as if she were nothing more than a rag doll, until she was lying face down on the couch. His hand moved onto her ass and he squeezed her bare flesh, twisting her asscheek between his long, strong fingers, pulling, it, teasing it. Then his hand came down with a sharp, hard slap, and Susan felt the heat spreading from her ass to her thighs, then flickering between them and upward. His hand came down again, harder this time.
And Susan felt tremors churning deep inside her cunt as her brother continued to slap her ass. The flesh on her asscheeks was a hot mass of tender, reddened skin now. Each slap seemed to burn in a little deeper, to penetrate more intensely, turning her on more and more.
"Don't wake up yet," Paul panted. "I'm not finished with my teasing cunt of a sister yet."
And he spanked her again, making her ass bob up and down with the violence of his slaps. Susan knew that her brother was getting off on spanking her bare ass.
As Paul continued to slap his sister with increasingly savage hand-slams, his eyes feasted hungrily on the jutting, wriggling cheeks of her ass. His red handprints covered the girl's white ass-flesh, giving an even more obscene aura to the entire scene.
Still slapping her ass with one hand, he used his other hand now to arch her ass, swinging it in a forward thrust. She was now turned halfway to one side. He moved his hands up, fingers spread wide apart, to make her large, firm tits bob and jiggle in an opposite, lewd motion to her bouncing ass.
Now, he was gently holding her hips, steadying her, breathing hard, the one hand again creeping up to those white tits, beneath them, squeezing and feeling and nipple-fondling. His fingers began a gentle rubbing and plucking at her long, tender, aroused nips.
Both of his hands were now filed with the girl's satiny flesh. His entire body was strained with excitement. His strong fingers dug painfully into her as he arched her against him. His body wriggled against hers, turning her on beyond belief.
He tongue-kissed his sister's naked flesh all over as he held her tightly, his arms locked around her ribs now. With a single, practiced motion, he again dropped his hand over her ass and plunged his middle finger straight into her asshole on the first shot.
A gurgle of astonishment and excitement welled up in Susan's throat, but she forced herself to remain silent and as still as possible. Paul rocked back and forth on top of his sister's naked body, finger-fucking her asshole.
Then he rammed another finger into her ass, now finger-fucking her asshole with two fingers. Susan's mind was spinning with desire and pleasure. Tears of pleasure filled her eyes, and she thrilled to the lewd sensation of her brother's lips and tongue working all over her aroused flesh.
"Mmmmmm, such a sexy girl," Paul moaned, fucking his two fingers harder and deeper in the girl's ravaged asshole.
He fucked both fingers to the hilt inside the girl's tiny asshole, and then he twisted his fingers around lewdly, making Susan wild with excitement. She was right on the brink brink of another orgasm, and she knew that it would be a huge one. She forced herself to curb her moans. She sobbed within herself as the beginning of her orgasm climbed higher and higher.
She felt Paul lower his head, press his mouth against her spanked ass-flesh, and kiss her beaten ass. He kept his head down, pressing his face between her sensitive asscheeks, and mumbling words of lust and passion.
"Ohhhh, baby, it feels sooo good," he moaned, his tongue moving wetly on the assflesh that tingled and burned against his mouth.
His tongue traced its way up her body, sliding through the crack of her ass, up the girl's spine until he reached her neck. He kissed the back of her neck.
"You don't even know that you've just been fucked and that your asshole has just been finger-fucked, you bitch!" he said, laughing hoarsely. "I love fucking you. Your pussy's so tight and wet… mmmmm!"
At last, he drew back with a loud sigh and rolled himself off the couch. Susan took a chance and sneaked her eyes open a bit, staring at her naked brother. He was standing beside the couch, his prick swelling before her eyes. He was gazing lustfully at her naked body. He moved one hand onto his growing cock, curling his long fingers around his cockshaft.
He leaned forward, not looking at her face, not realizing that her eyes were wide open now, and he pushed his cockshaft toward her tits. Susan felt her nips tensing and stiffening automatically, as if in hot anticipation of her brother's next move.
She trembled all over as Paul touched each end of her nips with the wet cum-slit at the end of his prick. He touched her tits, teased them, then drew back.
Susan saw his eyes moving over her and she quickly closed her own eyes until she could see only the glimmer of his cock approaching her face. He touched her face with his pricktip. The head of his prick had swollen immensely, and it was so close that Susan could see the small, bluish veins which seemed to pulse and throb and enlarge.
"Hot bitch," Paul murmured, and his fingers started to move.
Susan watched breathlessly, through the narrow slits of her almost-closed eyes, as his hand slid up and down the massive shaft of his prick. He was pressing his crotch forward, throwing his head back, and the cock in his hand was jerking and straining as though trying to escape from his grasp.
"Ohhhhh, take it, bitch, take it all!" he growled suddenly, squeezing, sliding his fingers over his prick, then squirting a thick, wet stream of milky cum onto his kid sister's face.
His jism struck her lips, her eyes, her cheeks and her chin. She heard her brother sighing in relief. She opened her eyes a little more. He was standing still, his eyes closed, and his cock was slowly sagging downward, with small droplets of cum trickling onto his thigh.
As she watched him, he moved forward, dragging an afghan over her body.
"Good girl," he whispered as he turned, picked up his clothes and left the living room.
And Susan came again.