Penny stretched out naked on the lounge in her bedroom, trying to relax and forget her boredom.
Her reflection in the mirrored wall across the room caught her attention and she smiled at the thought that some guy would go bananas looking up her legs, belly, and tits from that angle. Then, watching the mirror and imagining she was seeing the scene through the eyes of a man, she ran her long slender fingers around and over the fully developed breasts, tantalizing "him." Nipples quivered invitingly. One hand massaged the spark there into a flame while the index finger of her other hand traced a path down to the bush between her legs. She opened her legs wider, to give "him" a view of the passionate cunt that itched with emptiness. Her finger toyed with, then entered, the tunnel of love…
The door opened without warning and her brother's head popped in. "Hey, Pen… " was all he said, then he gaped wide-eyed and grinned knowingly. She flushed with the embarrassment of being caught with a finger in the honey jar.
"Don't you ever knock?" She recovered nicely, slipping her finger out, and casually switched to a scratching of the area, then clasped her hands innocently on her stomach.
Steve walked to the foot of the lounge and eyed her closely. "Why didn't you call me? I'm horny as a bastard, too… Sunday mornings are always bad," he said, admiring her body.
"I need a man, not my kid brother," she sighed, knowing the challenge would be met with enthusiasm.
Steve walked along the side of the couch, ran his hand up her leg with a teasing slowness, circled the triangle of hair with a finger and moved up her stomach to tease her tight nipples.
"Then close your eyes and pretend," he suggested. "Or maybe you enjoy playing with yourself more than the real thing."
She grabbed the lump in his pants, squeezed it gently and said, "It's too late for that. Can't let my baby brother walk around town with a big bulge in his jeans."
Steve started to strip and Penny turned on her side to watch. At twenty-two he was handsome and lean; spoiled, too, she thought, only she was two years ahead of him. She stared admiringly at his big, stiff cock as he finished undressing.
My kid brother is nicely hung, she said to herself. And it's a pleasure to see a good set of balls hanging at the base of a husky mate organ instead of shriveled-up prunes.
When Steve finished undressing he strolled over to the lounge and looked over his sister's charms.
There was no rushing or impatience in his approach. He just stood next to her, clenched fists resting on his hips, and contemplated his assault.
Like Penny, Steve was looking for more than just the same old sex scene. Balling his sister was one-up on the usual act because their attitudes were different to begin with; sisters and brothers didn't have to impress one another and he didn't have to worry about her telling the girls he was a lousy hump.
"If you're going to stand there admiring the scenery, move a little closer so I can amuse myself with that belly-tickler of yours," she said softly. Steve moved closer to her face as she requested, but continued to just stand there and eye her voluptuous body.
Penny took his cock in her fist and delivered a warm, wet, open-mouthed kiss to his testicles. First one side, then the other. She sipped the loose skin between her lips and licked it. She licked a very wet tongue all over his balls and enjoyed the strong pulse from his responding cock. Fooled him, she said to herself. Probably expected me to plunge that gorgeous meat into my mouth and gobble it up. Now he wishes I would! And the longer I keep him wishing, the better it's going to feel when I finally do suck it into my mouth.
Chills danced up Steve's spine with each touch of Penny's hot lips and tongue on his balls. He reached down and cupped her firm tits, massaged them and worked the budlike nipples into the palms of his hands. Penny's tongue was on the base of his shaft and a trickle of cream awaited it at the ballooning head. His hands drifted down to the nest of hair between her legs and his fingers combed through the soft fluff that was beginning to dampen. He watched the moist pink lips of her cunt. And the mirror also reflected the drooling tongue that was snaking around his cock, slowly working its way, inch by inch, up his throbbing spear.
The odor of maleness filled Penny's nostrils and she closed her eyes to drink in the fragrance that made her mouth water from the salty taste it suggested. But she refused to let her desire for the syrupy nectar prompt her into a slow climb to the top, with her tongue covering every inch of his meat, feeling the cords and veins bulging with tenseness. Finally she reached the bottom rim of the heart-shaped head and Steve was no longer interested in watching. His fingers were on her cheeks and she felt them force her jaw open and her mouth was suddenly filled with cock; past her lips and teeth, pressing down her tongue as it swept to the back of her throat and lodged there. She reached around his hips and dug her nails into his buttocks, pulling him harder and farther down her throat.
"Uhhhhmmmmmmm," she gagged approvingly, looking up into his staring eyes. And she knew by the look, on his face that the feeling was mutual. Then she backed off until just the tip was between her puffed lips and sipped a fresh droplet from the eye.
Before the next plunge, Steve knelt on the lounge over her head and lowered himself so his mouth was capable of taking possession of her sex. It also gave him the advantage of driving his piston into her mouth without giving her room to back off again. While her lips were sipping the tip of his cock and the tip of her tongue was darting-out to tease it, he covered the point where her legs met with an open mouth and sucked. His tongue slithered around the hot, moist entrance to her burning sex-cave, returning her teases with his own. Both tongues trying to out-tease one another.
Desire swept through Penny's body and mind as though boiling acid was coursing through her veins. She wanted to scream, just to get it out of her, but she knew that screaming wouldn't help. Instead she reached up and dug her nails into his ass again, this time with all her might, forcing him deep into her throat, where she screamed now in silence and it felt so good.
Steve had to catch his breath from that goodie, pausing briefly to contain his impulse to come. Once again in control of himself he plunged his tongue into the depths of her cunt; sliding, slipping, skidding out of control in a powerful surge that was lubricated by the wetness of his tongue and the oozing juices on the walls of the red-hot tunnel, stopped only when the length of his tongue ran Out and his head came abruptly into the junction of her legs, slamming against her when he could go no farther. Were it possible, his head would have followed his tongue into the soft, pulsing depths of this cozy chamber. Instead, her leg muscles gripped him in a viselike head lock and held him there in place.
For a few brief moments they remained motionless, their brains trying to sort out the sensations all parts of their bodies were reporting simultaneously. But it was hopeless. Too much… too fast. Penny exploded first, reaching a wild orgasm that left her helplessly exhausted and weak, followed by Steve's first discharge of come into her throat. She sprang back to life and savagely drank the rejuvenating cream shooting into her mouth, reaching another climax that caused her to gag and lose the last of the cream out the sides of her mouth.
Steve got to his feet and almost stumbled back on top of her, his head was spinning so fast. They grinned at each other and then laughed at his drunken behavior.
"Man… I feel like… I just wrestled… the entire Russian Army," Steve said gulping air between phrases and sitting on the edge of the couch before his weakened legs gave out.
"Hell, I thought I was doing you a favor," Penny said, pretending to pout. "Maybe you should give up sex if the work is too strenuous."
"Fuck you, Penelope," he answered with a big grin. "You don't look as though you've got enough sap left to close your eyelids."
"Bullshit! Just let me remind you, baby brother, that I just drained all the sap from that big… well, maybe not so big… maple tree. So I've got yours and mine."
"Mmmmmm… is that what this is? A maple tree?"
"I guess your girl friends just don't take good care of you like your big sister."
"You can say that again. The fuckin' breads just open their legs-which I happen to believe are connected to their mouths, because they both open together-and start babbling intellectual stanzas they've memorized for the occasion."
"Well, it seems you've reached the same boredom with the 'forbidden fruit' that I have."
"Yeah, but I don't think I'll give it up, though."
"I seem to be on a self-imposed diet. I've reached the point where I find myself putting men into categories. I'll meet a guy for the first time and say, I remember you; you're supposed to be the greatest stud around… until the performance starts and your acting career ends.' It seems everybody's got a hang-up. And who wants seconds with the same bore, even if it's a new face?"
"I feel the same way. Only I don't get disappointed until it's over. Guys can't remember their last fuck when they have a hard-on. Their memory returns when they drop their load."
"Mmmm… that's very interesting," Penny said in a serious tone, but giving the whole joke away with the grin on her face.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Do you use starch on that thing, or does it always stand at attention?"
"It must be the company."
"Mmmm…
"That's a real compliment. The damn thing didn't go limp."
"That's terrible," Penny said, still pretending serious concern. "Got any idea what to do about that condition?"
"Get on your knees, wise-ass, and I'll show you."
Penny turned so she was facing the mirror and knelt on the lounge as her brother directed. She propped her derriere high in the air while she rested her chin on her folded arms. "I guess you've been sneaking out to watch the dogs fuck."
Steve got behind her and sheathed his sword to the hilt in one swift plunge. They both sighed with gratitude. Penny began a circling motion with her ass, grinding it into his groin. Steve left his shaft securely locked in the depths of her while he felt and fondled her breasts, excited by their delicious firmness and fascinated by the vision of their act reflected in the mirror. Even Penny's expression excited him; she had the smile of a girl who was enjoying his penetration, appreciated it and wouldn't be the least bit unhappy if he tore her apart. His slow powerful strokes did justice to the desire in her cunt, satisfying the itch Penny had there on every down stroke and creating a longing with every withdrawal. Penny just purred like a kitten.
There was no urgency in his assault and everything seemed to be in slow motion. His strong hands kneaded and massaged her body from her shoulders to her buttocks while the piston drove in and out at a constant tempo. It was while he was squeezing her smooth, round ass-flesh that he spotted the small buttonhole and was intrigued by the prospect of ramming his cock up that too-tight passage. He stared at it momentarily, enjoying what he considered to be a personality all its own-opening as he spread the globes of flesh apart, then sucking itself inward so tight that it almost dared him to even try an invasion. He took the challenge.
"Steve! You'll tear me apart!" Penny screeched with surprise as the tip of his cock slipped from the warmth of her cunt to the entrance of her anus without warning.
"Split you right up the middle," he threatened, forcing the mushroom head forward, testing the resistance. It was tight, but the well-lubricated shaft moved deeper.
"Ohhh… " Penny grunted. "Silly… bastard."
And the spear moved farther into her rectum, continuing at a snail's pace up her insides. "… you're taking my breath away."
"Yeahhhh," Steve groaned as the last few inches slid in.
Neither of them moved a muscle; they just remained silent, feeling the strange effect of the invasion that caused deep, irregular breathing from both. Steve felt a sense of accomplishment and he could feel the juices forming a whirlpool in his balls. Without warning he pulled it out and rammed it into her cunt.
"Holy shit!" Penny gulped, but the big fat meat in her belly instantly took her mind off everything else. it seemed to be alive with twitching, jerking motions and her brother's arms were locked around her waist, forcing it deeper and deeper into her stomach. She could feel him come and went wild with her own orgasm; sucking, squeezing and in complete possession of his throbbing, spitting cock.
This time when they separated they seemed to be fresh and full of energy. Steve went to his pile of clothes and started to dress, stopped when he had his shorts on and said, "You know, Penny, I wonder what the ol' man would say if he caught us."
Penny jumped to her feet and, mimicking her father by frowning and stroking her chin with one hand, said, "Well, Stephen, it seems you missed the point of our talk about the birds and the bees."
"Did you ever try fucking a bee, Father?"
"… the point is," Penny continued to stroke her chin and talk in a deep voice. "if one can't control these urges, there are girls who are paid to service your needs."
"And you, Penelope," Steve cut in, taking the father's role, "allowing this to go on right in front of your eyes."
"I wasn't watching, Daddy. Honest."
They both laughed and Steve went back to getting dressed.
"If you're not doing anything this afternoon, there's a cocktail party at the Morrisons'," Steve said as he was leaving.
Penny accepted the invitation and the two of them were in high spirits when they drove to their neighbors' party. However, they were quickly swept off in different directions when they arrived at the party. But every so often their eyes would meet across the room and they'd give each other knowing grins.
At one point, while Penny was chatting with a young man she had just met, her ear caught a name that set off an alarm in her head.
"… Paul Lagarde, I'd like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Joyce… " a voice behind Penny was saying, and she snapped her head around instinctively. She was instantly disappointed.
Standing just a few feet away was the much talked-about "sex idol," and all she could feel was a big letdown. He was in his late thirties, and while he wasn't exactly ugly, Penny didn't think he was particularly handsome either. But worse than that-he was only about five eight, while Penny stood five-eleven in heels and had always had a "thing" about height. Being tall all her life, she just naturally felt that a man had to be taller to be sexy.
Since Penny didn't know the people he was talking to, she continued to chat with her new acquaintance, listening enough to keep up with the conversation while she nonchalantly watched Paul Lagarde. He certainly didn't fit the reputation he'd been given, she thought, but the young girl with him seemed entranced just being at his side. And she, Penny, hated to admit, was beautiful: about eighteen or nineteen years old, an inch taller that her escort, and the prettiest, most innocent-looking face Penny had ever seen. She had large, brown doe-eyes, a cute turned-up nose and pouting, sensual lips, all framed by her dark brown hair, which she wore in bangs and down the side of her face to her lovely breasts.
A sense of guilt flushed through Penny at the thought of how much she was attracted to the girl when she should have been looking at the "Frenchman." Then she caught sight of her brother, who was making his way through the crowd toward her. No… she realized that Steve had also been mesmerized by the young girl with Paul Lagarde and was moving in on that couple.
Within moments Steve had taken Paul, whom he obviously knew, and the girl away from the Joyce couple and called Penny to join them. It was also obvious he was desperately trying to get her from Paul by substituting Penny, but while the girl was polite she didn't give him an ounce of encouragement. And Paul Lagarde acted as though he wasn't aware of Steve's intentions.
"Actually we're neighbors," Paul said to Penny after their introduction. "However, in all the years I've lived in Great Neck I had an altogether different picture of what Penelope Clark Kingston would look like."
"I know," Penny said. "Everyone tells me they picture a very tall, very thin girl, with a long nose and freckles."
Penny found Paul Lagarde easy to talk to, charming and amusing. They moved to a sofa, chatting like old friends, while the young girl followed silently, just smiling and looking pure and innocent-with Steve at her aide acting like a little puppy. And before she knew it the party was over. They had been talking for almost two hours and didn't realize it But before Paul left he made a point of inviting her to his house for lunch, which Penny took as an indication that she had made quite an impression on him, because the date was for the next day.
On the short drive home, Steve could think or talk about nothing but the girl.
"She's as pretty as a China doll," Penny finally got a word in. "But a little strange-don't you think?"
"Strange? I didn't think she was strange. Everything about her was absolutely tantalizing."
"Yes, but she didn't carry on a conversation. Just answered your questions and was polite."
"But every move she made was sensual. The way she moved her hips almost made me come in my pants."
"Did you get a date?"
"Well… not exactly. The best I could get was a 'we'll see.' But I haven't given up."