Damn little brat sisters, anyway. He was not a tied-down apron strings husband to be humiliated every time he faced an outside cunt. He could go in there right now and fuck that stringbean best friend of hers right in front of her misty green eyes.
He knew he wouldn't have done that to her, but the emptiness of Tannsy's neat bedroom was worse than the whole big silent house. Tannsy must have cut out someplace with Lorrie already, damn it, and he wished she had stayed home to help him fill an empty day. She was no damned little brat sister, really. She was a damned great little sister.
In the kitchen, Clark gave up all hope with a throwing up of arms and a rolling of eyes to heaven. There was no breakfast laid out on the table for him. Erma, who always seemed to have some sixth sense about when be would be getting up and always had his breakfast waiting, must have taken another weekend off. He found a bunch of cookies in a cupboard and crunched them down with big splashes of milk. With nothing else to do, he headed for his lonely pad to watch the Saturday morning ball game all by his lonesome lonesome self.
In the doorway of his pad across the garage, he broke into an instanton, face-splitting grin. Small Tannsy was right here on his own bed, lying naked on her side, her round little bottom beaming up at him like a three dimensional happy face.
His cock turned instant-on like his smile, Clark quickly stripped his own clothing and eased himself onto the bed. He pulled gently at Tannsy's soft hip and she rolled easily to her back, her legs flopping half open. Clark darted a suspicious look, but Tannsy's eyes were still closed and her pretty little apple breasts were still rising and falling in the easy rhythmic breathing of sound sleep.
In the dimmed light from the drawn drapes, Tannsy was all tiny Golden Goddess. Her sweet little pixie face resting in suntanned innocence within its framework of shiny golden-auburn hair, carried the hint of sensuousness only because Clark knew it was there waiting to be turned loose. A white streak shaded from the sun by her bikini bandau separated the golden-tan of her shoulders from the more gentle golden-tan of her softly muscled midriff, accentuating the abrupt swells of her pink-tipped breasts. The second streak from her bikini cut the golden-tan of her body low on her tummy, pointing like a fluorescent arrow to the beginning point of the cleft of her dainty little cunt, visible in teasing glimpses through the sheen of golden-auburn silk before slipping bashfully away to hide between the golden-tan velvet of her thighs.
She had such a pretty cunt. So neat and trim looking; not a wild clump of bush jumping out like an elongated puffball from the top of the cunt like Buffy Durham's, not a tangled mousy-brown rat's nest like Ronnie Lee Sheridan's, not a huge beet-red mat of wire coils curling half up her belly like Mrs. Coach Somers'. Tannsy's was a clean shiny honey-colored comforter of spun silk, looking like it was combed and fluffed, looking like it was plucked to follow the gentle curving of her lower tummy from one soft thigh to the other, though he knew Tannsy did neither. She was just a natural little beauty.
Clark wetted a finger with spit and put it to the dainty cleft, wiggling the pad gently into the very tip of the slit and working it down. Tannsy's tiny clitoris awakened instantly to a hard little nubbin of excitement and her hips gave one tiny roll. A flush of pleasure washed over her sleeping face.
Clark eased her legs apart and eased himself to his belly between them. He put his thumbs to Tannsy's cunt to expose the stiff little peter, pink at the straining tip but gradually brightening to a deeper and deeper red at the base where it nestled shiny-wet and glistening between the gently pulsing cunt lobes.
He touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of the miniature erection, sighting cross-eyed down his nose to watch it twitch under the wet warmth. He gently sucked the entire little staff into his mouth, gently razzing at it with his teeth and then gently tugging at it with his lips. A liquid sound bubbled from deep in Tannsy's tummy and a gleam of moisture began spreading itself along the tight slit of her cunt. Her perfect little apple breasts, even in sleep, swelled to vibrating hillocks of twin passion, the tiny tips coming on like little rose-pink erasers on brand new, never-used pencils, already extended so hard they were pulling the centers of the areoles out with them.
Still holding the lobes of Tannsy's cunt with his thumbs, Clark stared for a long moment at the gleaming slit. Abruptly he dipped his head and thrust his tongue at it, half timidly at first but then instantly loving the slick warm velvety feeling. Tannsy gave a tiny jerk with the first touching but then her cunt lips quivered and seemed to want to cling to the warm wet point.
Clark, with complete and happy assurance now, began moving his tongue in gentle jabbings all the way to the bottom of Tannsy's slit and back up. He wallowed in the satiny, slippery, fragrance, kissing into the nose-tickling angel hair on her mound and sucking down through her cunt. Again spreading the swelling lobes with his thumbs, he diddled the tip of his tongue into the tiny spot Tannsy peed from and then ran the entire fiat length of his warm, spit-sloppy tongue across the quivering stiffness of her pulsing miniprick. He covered the tiny opening of her vagina with his mouth and sucked hard, letting his tongue be drawn into the slippery red hole with the reverse suction.
Tannsy's hips began rolling in gentle fucking motions in her sleep, following every circle of his mouth and tongue and nose and chin, meeting his every nudge. Her hands shot down to her sides, suddenly, clenching at the tufted bedspread, and her tummy muscles tightened and released. A groggy little moan escaped her and a flood of juice squished from her cunt to smear all over, warm and thick and slippery, on Clark's greedy mouth and chin and cheeks.
So abruptly it startled Clark, Tannsy's hips rolled hard upwards. Her legs shot high and wide only to come back down on her heels to push her cunt up to meet his face while her hands clapped desperately to the back of his head.
Trying to see Tannsy's face without taking his own face out of her cunt, Clark saw only the underside of her chin appearing rhythmically between the points of her breasts as Tannsy's head flopped back and forth on her jointless neck. Her burgeoning little breasts were tiny white mountains of quivering flesh heaving high above the white and gold expanse of her quaking tummy, swollen so heavily the skin was stretched to shiny. The tiny searching nipples strained erect like wondering where were the palms of his hands.
He worked one hand up her tummy to cup her breast, the other under her juice-slippery bottom. Tannsy's both hands clapped over his to mash it harder to her breast. Her hips began humping against his face in mindless little jerkings. "Honey, honey, honey," she mewed.
Her hands shot down to press hard on the back of Clark's head, then went back to mash his hand to her breast again, only to come back immediately, frantically clawing his face ever deeper into the Jell-O of her burning cunt. Clark sucked her like mad.
Gradually Tannsy's humping grew less fierce and then ceased altogether. Her sweat-drenched body lay motionless except for her tiny hands still clenching and unclenching in Clark's hair and her chest rising and falling in gulping gasps of breath.
"Oh-h man-n, honey," she moaned, "what a fantastic way to wake up."
Clark smiled smugly into Tannsy's pulsing cunt, feeling the matching beat of the artery inside her thigh pounding against his hot flushed cheek. Suddenly he needed his.
Even as she was still throbbing from her first orgasm, Clark slid up his sister's tiny body, ramming his straining cock into her slippery pulsing pocket and whipping his arm under her hips to drive it even deeper.
Tannsy's body rose with a surprised squeal and Clark's own body betrayed him. The instant Tannsy's juicy cunt channel clamped around it, his dick exploded, shooting groaning spurts of semen that drained the very spine out of him. He collapsed atop Tannsy and weakly rolled them to their sides to rest. He rolled right off the edge of the bed, his cock jerking out of Tannsy's clinging cunt with a soul-scorching 'th-thowk-k'.
Tannsy's surprised face popped over the edge of the bed above him and she burst into wild screaming laughter. She let her own tiny body plop loosely on top of his, and they were nutty brother and sister again, sharing a great big huge joke. Tannsy pulled a corner of the bedspread down to wipe Clark's chin and cheeks and then pushed back to look at him. "Should have left it there," she giggled, kissing him. "It made me feel all sexy again just seeing it."
"Man, talk about fast ones," Clark jeered. "That one must have been the shortest on record, wasn't it? One lousy stroke?"
"Well, so it must have been the greatest one, too, hey? They can't all be the great big long ones we like, can they? Especially after all week without any?"
"We could have brought Lorene out, too, you know. Last night? Initiated her like at a little kid show party?"
"Hey-y, that's not even something to joke about, buster. Anyway, she got initiated a long time ago. Before me. Tommie Reiner got it."
"Yaah, that bastard always did go after the young stuff, didn't he? Too young to know what a jerk he is."
"I suppose, but everybody has their own thing, don't they? Isn't his kind of his own business?"
"As long as he keeps it his own business, hey. But like he was trying to get to you at your birthday party?"
"Y-Yluck! No danger of tha-at. I've got my-y man." Tannsy abruptly raised her head and kissed Clark. "Hey, where were you all night? I thought you said you were only going to the show."
"Hunh? Oh. I stayed in my room upstairs because I didn't want to be out here alone when nobody but us was home. Silly, hey?"
"Ye Gods, and I was laying right here in this-s bed, waiting for you-u all night."
"You were out here!! Where was Lorrie?"
"…. She got mad and went home."
"Oh hey, you shouldn't've done that. You shouldn't be pushing your friends off just for this."
"Just for this!! Ju-ust for something like we just had together??"
"Well, what I mean… we can do this every once in a while okay, like for kicks, but you've got to keep having your friends around. And you gotta keep running around with Pete Fleming and-everything just the same as we've always done. You should-even start letting Pete have it so-"
"You w-want me to start making out with somebody else??"
"Well-no, I don't w-want you to, but-so people will know, you know? You look too-o-like s-sex-xy now. Like a real with it woman who's making the hell out of it with s-somebody."
"Pee on people. I'm not about to start making out with anybody but my husband."
"But that's the point, sweetie. If we're together too much, like if we don't have any outside friends, it'll be too easy for somebody to start putting two and two together. Like you and me."
"So? I don't care if they do."
"Well, you damn well better care. When you get tired of the kinkiness of getting it on with your own brother, the only dates you'd be able to get would be the guys who wouldn't want anything except to sneak you out in the bushes for an easy piece of tail where nobody could see who they're out with. I am n-not going to let you be another Carmie Reiner."
"…You're not getting into that wishing you and me hadn't happened again, are you, Clarkie?"
"…. What I'm wishing is that you weren't my s-sister so I could show the whole fucking w-world how great we are together, you and me."
"So that's all that counts, then. With me. Ye Gods, is Big Peepee still hard or is he hard again?"
Oh-h, man-n? The only way they were ever going to get out of this now they'd gotten into each other so heavy was by getting caught at it and then it was going to be too late for the sweet little shit.
"…You're holding it up with your legs."
Tannsy gave her brother a skeptical frown. She reached behind her thigh, suddenly, to measure his stiff with thumb and finger. "I am not holding it up, you dingaling," she giggled. "Besides, it's still big and I couldn't hold it big. Hey, lay there a minute, Clarkie. I thought up something last night I want to try to you."
Tannsy scrambled backwards astraddle Clark's thighs, her round little bare ass wiggling in unconsciously voluptuous young animal grace. Straightening her lithe body, she reached behind her leg, trying to look down over her shoulder to see what she was doing. The point of Clark's cock touched her asshole and the cheeks of her ass instinctively clapped together. Tannsy raised herself quickly away and leaned forward to reach back between the arch of her legs to tug at the wad of bone, looking down between her breasts now, and feeling, to place it. She eased herself backwards, wriggling until the knob of Clark's staff was securely snapped into the chrysalis of her snug little silk-fringed nest, then settled slowly back and all the way down until her warm soft behind was snuggled into her brother's belly.
"It worked!" she squeaked happily.
Raising herself, Tannsy shuffled her knees to a more apt position and then fell forward to her hands on his shins to fuck Clark backwards, fitting the arch of her hip movements to the curve of his straining rod so that the rod slid through a perfectly ovular slick slippery hole with no distortions at any point in the slide. For the first time in his life, Clark had an unobstructed view of his cock fucking into a girl's juicy split.
In spite of the slippery wetness of his staff sliding so neatly centered within it, the tight lobes of Tannsy's cunt dimpled in as she settled downwards and lagged behind as she raised her ardent little body back up, pouting, gripping all the ridges of Clark's cock individually, clinging as if the lips were as loathe to let loose of the lovely deep entrenchment as his spazzing cock was to have them let loose.
At the top of each of her slow groveling strokes, Tannsy slithered her hips in a sinuous rotating motion, wallowing and loving the wallowing. Her tight labia nudged gently at the shoulder rim at the top of the stairs, stretching out from her cunt, greedy to hold on. Tannsy would then pull out a careful tiny bit further until the lips were closing on the outer slopes of Clark's big knob. She let her juice-smeared cunt reach almost the very tip of the slippery shining dome before starting her torturing, squirming journey back down. In the fraction of an instant when her cunt lips popped over the shoulder rim of his cock, Clark would get a stomach-hollowing glimpse of the bright red inner labia, gripping as vigorously as the outer lobes, pulsing and clinging, working as hard as their outer sisters to make this crazy wonderful backwards fuck even more crazy wonderful.
Little Smartie-pants Superbrain got too smart once and lost the big prick her hot cunt was teasing over. Tannsy wiggled her bottom around in lipbiting concentration and then flashed a smug grin of triumph over her shoulder when she got the head poked back into her cunt without using her hands.
The predatory passion within her own wild little body began building much faster than Tannsy had counted on. As her feelings began so obviously to center on her hot cunt sliding so tightly up and down the big slippery pole, the muscles inside began to grip in spastic little grabbings. Tannsy's sensuous mouth began to droop and her breathing to quicken. Her eyes began to glaze over and the little wrinkled-nose sniffs she was attempting to tease over her shoulder with each completed stroke began to end in involuntary little grimaces of sultry lust.
A tiny fleck of frothy white foam appeared at the very tip of her tight-stretched cunt lips. Tannsy suddenly broke into a loud cry, arching her back and clapping both hands to her crotch as if she would hold it back by sheer brute force. "Oh, G-God, hon-ney-y," she wailed, "I can't wai-ait for you."
Lashing her superheating cunt up and down on her brother's big peg harder and harder, Tannsy worked more and more frantically for more and more speed and more and more grinding depth of penetration. The mind-blowing sounds began; Tannsy's involuntary throat swallowing, her deep and deeper moans of breath. Then the squishing sounds of her liquidating cunt squeezing hot girl juice around the full sizzling length of the long, curved truncheon that was stuffing it so full.
Clark strove like crazy for that benumbed stage where he could lie and watch that cock and cunt action as a totally mind-blowing scene but as an experience happening to somebody else like in a hot skin-flick. When Tannsy suddenly reared erect, her head thrown rigidly back and keening her typical little yipping screams, he still had complete control over the house organ, ready to carry on for this little brat sister for as long as she needed him.
Tannsy squatted in wild abandon on Clark's big cock, her tummy gurgling wildly. Her cunt glubbed, blurting masses of juice so heavily the cheeks of her ass grew shiny with it. The huge pole in her cunt came out glistening each time Tannsy raised herself. Her brother's belly and legs were smeared all over with it.
No longer able to raise herself, finally, Tannsy toppled lifelessly backwards, her legs doubling under like in the super-graceful finishing act of her best gymnastics routine. Her hips kept jerking in the aftermath of the miniature earthquake, her cunt kept clamping and unclamping around the big peg still holding it solidly on center to the man body beneath her.
It was in this position; Tannsy collapsed backwards atop him, Clark's hands caressing comfortingly from her quaking tummy up over the heaving swells of her breasts and back down, his super-swollen rod studded, still stiff and solid, into his sister's gaping cunt, that Clark could finally begin to relax. And to hear the sounds of labored breathing coming from the doorway to the garage which he had never thought to lock.