Brad glared at his sister as they sat in her bedroom a short while later. He was still trying to figure out what to say to her, to make her realize her soul was in damnation and hell fire. Looking at her, however, made it difficult to concentrate. Each time he tried to purify his thoughts, all he could think of was the way that teen was licking between her legs.
"What you did was wrong," he said finally, clearing his throat. "And you're lucky Mom and Dad are on vacation, or you would be in a lot more hot water than you are now."
"You're not going to tell them?" Amy asked cautiously.
"Not if you repent," he said slowly, trying to tear his eyes away from the swollen area of her tits. "Let's get on our knees together and ask God to forgive us… uh, you."
"Why was it so wrong?" Amy asked, looking at her brother carefully. "We didn't hurt anybody."
Before he could comment, she added, "Haven't you ever done it before?"
Brad turned red. That was the hardest part about becoming a minister, he thought. There had been more than a few nights he had wrestled with the devil over the throbbing ache in his loins, then fallen into an exhausted sleep. He turned a little redder, realizing that the same ache was again centering in his middle, clutching at his balls like a hand.
"Yes… I did," he said, swallowing hard. The room seemed usually warm. "In my former days as a… sinner."
"I'll bet you made a lot of girls… happy, in those days," Amy dared, looking closely at his features.
She realized suddenly that he was more nervous than she was, and it was probably all due to that stupid girl he was supposed to marry. Her father was a preacher, and ever singe dating Libby, Brad had had a complete personality change. He used to be fun-loving and free. Now all he did was read the Bible and try to save souls. Lately, his behavior had become more than tiresome.
"I… I was a sinner," her brother said weakly, licking his lips.
"Mmmmmm, I can imagine." Amy grinned, looking at the thick mound of cock between his legs. "Did you fuck a lot of girls?" she asked, wondering where she got the courage to speak to him like that.
"Amy!" Brad said, standing. "I'm your brother! And… and even if I weren't, a lady doesn't talk like that to…"
"Who says I'm a lady?" she said, rubbing her hands over her tits. "I happen to think I'm one horny little girl. And I wouldn't be horny now if you hadn't stopped Keith and me tonight. In fact, I would have had my first big dick."
"God forgive you." Brad said, his eyes bulging. "Let's… let's get on our knees… right now and beg him to…"
"I'm going to get on my knees all right," she said, getting off the bed, "but I'm not going to do any praying." She slipped her blouse off, then dropped her skirt, now standing before him in nothing but her panties. "I'm going to get on my knees… right between your legs and suck you, big brother. I'll bet you haven't been sucked in so long your big dick is just begging for it."
Brad was so stunned by her actions he felt frozen to the chair. The only thing that moved was his jaw as it slowly dropped to his chest, and his cock, which throbbed painfully upward, lodging under the waistband of his trousers.
"Amy… you… don't know what… you're doing," he said, feeling the room spin, grow even hotter. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Get thee behind me, Satan!"
"Mmmmmmm, I'll just bet your big dick tastes so good," his sister said softly, kneeling between his legs.
Brad knew there would be temptation – Libby had told him that often enough – but he never expected it to be like this! To refuse some old whore in a bar would have been more like it. To walk away virtuously, his Bible clutched to his chest, assuming he would be in the bar in the first place, which he wouldn't.
His sister was another thing, however. She was young, ripe, and seemed to be drenched with sexual appeal. He could almost feel the way those little tits of hers would feel against his chest, almost taste the steam from that sweet pussy.
"Get thee behind me, Satan!" he murmured again, feeling his fingers on his zipper.
"Do you really want me to stop?" Amy teased, freeing the gigantic slab of cock from his trousers. She ran her tongue up and down the sides of the swollen shaft. "Hmmmm? Do you, big brother? My big brother with a big dick."
Yes! God, yes! every cell in his body seemed to cry out.
"No," he heard himself say, feeling forever damned.
"That's good," Amy whispered, now mouthing around on his rock-hard cockhead. "Because after I suck you dry, I want you to poke out my cherry."
"Your… cherry?" he spluttered.
"I've never had a big cock inside me, thanks to you," she grinned, looking through the dark bush of hair. "And maybe I will tonight, again thanks to you."
"Oh… no!" Brad said, feeling his body shake violently. That had been his greatest temptation, he knew, lusting after young, virgin girls. To be the first to [missing text].
"Oh… no!" he gasped again, already feeling a quick jerk at the base of his cock.
When Amy gulped to the thick, meaty root of his prick, she felt his cockhead expand completely filling her throat. She licked back up to the massive bulb, then down again. The second her lips touched the wiry hairs, his shaft exploded with violent release. And if she thought Keith had a powerful orgasm, it was nothing compared to what she experienced with her brother.
"Mmmmmmfff!" she choked, coughing thick, milky globs of cum into his hairs.
"Suck it!" Brad cried out, grabbing her by the hair of the head. He banged her face savagely in and out of his crotch, pounding his cockhead between her tonsils. "Oh… God… suck me good, you little cocksucker!"
As more of his greasy fluid shot into the back of her throat, Amy felt her own pleasure heighten dramatically. She began bobbing her head up and down as rapidly as possible, taking quick gulps of the foamy cream while she fingered her boiling pussy at the same time. Within a matter of seconds, she felt a raw, aching release warm her between the thighs.
"Aaaaghhh!" she gurgled, closing her mouth on his prick, taking the full length into the back of her mouth.
"All… of… it, you little cum-sucking slut!" Brad winced, shoving the last of his orgasm deep into the back of her throat. As he felt the juices seep around his meat and bubble from her lips, he fell back, his chest heaving. "Oh… God… that was… was…"
As his voice trailed off to a sigh, Amy continued sucking and licking up and down his cock sure that she hadn't missed a single drop. Finally, she pulled her mouth away and cleaned him slowly, wallowing the warm drops of cum. "Then you can stick that big dick of yours in some virgin blood."
"Oh… Jesus!" the would-be minister gasped, standing.
Slowly, he stumbled toward the bed, the throbbing in his cock matching the pounding of his heart.
"How was that, big brother?" Amy asked, running her fingers up and down his thighs. "Did I suck you good? As good as Libby?"
"Libby and I don't… were saving it for marriage… she's saving herself," he muttered, his mind filled with a million disjointed thoughts.
"Libby doesn't know what she's missing," Amy said, feeling a new hunger surge inside her body. "If I had a big dick like this to fuck and suck, I think I'd do it twenty-four hours a day!"
She chewed back down on the monstrous shaft and sucked up and down for a few more minutes. Finally, she pulled away and backed toward the bed.
"You going to fuck me now?" she asked, sitting on the sheets and leaning back. She spread her legs and touched the warm, oozing patch of cunt. "Come on, Brad, fuck me," she whispered, lifting her chest so that her nipples almost touched her chin. "You can be good around Libby, but I want you to be bad when you're with me. Mmmmmm, really bad!"
"I… I can't do this," her brother groaned, his voice barely audible. He knew he would, however, even as he said the words. "You're… my sister. My own flesh and blood!"
"Come over her and fuck… my flesh," Amy said, running the top of her tongue over her parted lips. She squeezed her tits with both hands and grinned. "Then you can stick that big dick of yours in some virgin blood."
"Oh… Jesus!" the would-be minister gasped, standing.
Slowly, he stumbled toward the bed, the throbbing in his cock matching the pounding of his heart.