Mona looked wearily at her brother. "You can come in if you're good with a mop." Steve stalked into the living room, nervous, jumpy. "Have you got anything to drink around here?"
"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine." Mona shook her thick mane of hair back over her shoulders.
"I'll take the Scotch."
"What's the matter, Steve?" With him following her, she went into the kitchen and poured him his drink.
"Erica," he growled. "She's been… making it with another guy. For nearly two months. But I only found out about it tonight."
"Oh no." With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Mona reached out a hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Steve, I'm sorry."
Steve gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to her. "Aren't you going to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to get drunk all alone, do you?"
He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending toughness to mask his misery.
"I don't want to get drunk at all." But as she looked into his eyes and saw the pain there, and then thought of her own foolishness moments ago in the bathroom, she was very tempted to join him. Not to get drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about everything for a little while.
She knew he probably wanted to talk about what a bitch his wife Erica was to do this to him and she wouldn't have any trouble agreeing with him there. Long ago her woman's instincts had told her that Erica was a prick-happy little flirt who could never be happy with only one man at a time.
From the beginning Mona had thought Steve was in for trouble in marrying her. Now that Erica had betrayed him, maybe it was time for Mona to play straight with her brother.
"Come on," Steve joked again. "What kind of party is it with only one drunk?"
Mona smirked at him, "Why not?"
They took the bottle of Scotch with them into the living room and sat down. He began predictably to tell her about Erica's bitchiness, how she had not only been fucking around behind his back, but also doing it with one of his best friends. He launched into a long, morose, bitter, increasingly tipsy tirade, aid Mona listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right moments.
The Scotch made her warm and tingly, but as time wore on she began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of some other fabric than satin, because it was so slippery. It was hard enough to keep the skirts over her thighs and knees, but even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it loosened more, and her firm out thrusting breasts pushed against the front part of the robe until the neck-lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more and more of her tits.
And there was the delicious sensation of the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped softly across her sensitive nipples, rustled smoothly against her inner thighs. In front of her brother she felt vow modest, but at the same time remarkably relaxed, especially since he was so obsessed by his wife's infidelity that he hardly paid her any attention.
After a while, as Steve droned on about Erica, Mona didn't really hear him any mow. She found herself dreamily remembering herself and her brother as kids. Vague images floated in her mind. But out of them, one peculiarly exciting one emerged.
One afternoon when she was about eighteen she had walked past his bedroom and there he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the open door. His thighs were spread and the long thick tube of his cock hung there in all of his glory for her to see.
Mona had stopped and stared at his large prick until it began to swell and rise and thump with blood. Then, with a nervous giggle and a very hot face, she had turned and fled down the hall.
Now Mona felt the same guilty fluttering and sharp tremors of heat in her body that she'd felt then. She squirmed and felt dazed and too warm, and she noticed that Steve's droning voice had stopped.
Then she saw his eyes. He was sunk in some kind of trance too. He was staring at her, not at her face, but lower. And she glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe had come completely undone. The robe had parted, and her body was exposed from her throat to the fringe of her pubic hair.
Rushing with embarrassment, she pulled the robe shut. "Oh, I… I don't know what happened to me!"
"Don't," Steve said quietly.
"Steve!" Mona said, as if to shame him. But her voice was not convincing. "Please don't."
"Steve, I'm your sister." Across her mind flashed the image of his thick cock thumping and filling with blood. What was his prick like now that he was a man? The thought horrified her. What am I thinking like that for! I've got to stop it! He's got to stop it!
Steve shook his bond, then he grinned at her. "That's right, you are. I guess I almost forgot. For a minute there I… well, I was remembering that time I stole your bikini top."
Mona blushed hotly. It was another think she had forgotten, the time he had swiped her bra in a swimming pool just to get a glimpse of her ripe young breasts.
"I'll never forget it. You were beautiful even then, but now…"
"Steve, I think we'd better change the subject." Mona's flesh was hot and prickly, her mind in a confused whirl.
She felt so close to something dangerous that she didn't know quite what to do. The best thing, she figured, was simply to take charge right now, not to let it happen again.
She tightened the sash of her robe and stood up. "I think I'd better change, get into something else. Don't you?"
"No." He grinned, his eyes murky, friendly but deadly serious.
"I moan… we'll both feel better if there isn't any chance of…"
"Of what?"
"You know very well what." She looked down at him and wondered how he could be so calm about it. She was breathing so hard that her tits were heaving, which only made him more interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under the shiny satin.
Steve's eyes seemed to flicker. "Tell you what. Look at it this way. If you're my sister, and I'm your brother, then we're both really the same flesh, right? We came from the same mother, we've got the same genes and tissues and…"
He fell silent, and they both laughed nervously. "Well, I guess I've heard everything now," Mona said, trying to match his calm irony.
"No, you haven't," Steve said. "Why don't you show me yourself just once more, before you change? Just for family's sake."
"Why should it?" My God! Mona thought. What am I doing? I'm teasing him, I'm just making it worse!
"Because I want to see you. You're lovely."
"Lovelier than Erica?" she whispered softly, growing morn ashamed of herself by the second. For the first time she let her eyes wander to the crotch of his pants and she saw the huge swelling there.
"Lovelier than anybody. I swear."
"All you want to do is see me?"
"That's all."
"You won't touch?"
Steve gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't kids anymore. "Promise," he said.
"I don't believe you," she murmured. "I don't believe you for a minute… not for a minute…"
But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash, tugging it, and pulling the slippery fabric loose. She wanted to show him her body, her whole body this time, not just a part of it. She wanted to pose before as she had earlier posed before the mirror, to show him everything.
She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was overwhelming. In the split second it took her to pull open the robe and slip it off her shoulders, showing him for the tint time every delectable inch of her supple nude body, she knew there was no going back.
They would fuck. And she would let it happen. She would invite it, though she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve because somehow she was not supposed to let it happen, even though her cunt and tits seethed and ached for him.
Steve scrutinized her naked body, now glowing and warm and flushed with the fires of her shame and excitement. Slowly she pirouetted in front of him, showing him her ass. Her firm breasts swayed and bobbed pertly, her long puffy nipples already half-erect before his mesmerized gaze.
"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself.
Steve nodded and licked his lips.
She stroked the smooth undersides of her creamy tits and raised them. Steve's harsh breath seemed to be clawing its way out of his throat. And that sound excited Mona further.
She came closer to him, closer, watching his crazed eyes devour her succulent tits. She watched his eyes so closely that she squealed with sharp surprise when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, pulling her forward strongly. He squeezed her asscheeks as he pushed his face into her stomach and his tongue dithered into her navel.
"Ohh! Ohhh?" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp.
She jumped away from him, trying to act shocked, but the feel of his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging passionately into her ass-flesh had made her reel with hot thrills. "Oh Steve," she said, half mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch! You promised!"
Steve managed to grin again. "Couldn't help myself," he said hoarsely.
"Now Steve… Steve!" she whimpered softly, backing away, as her brother stood up from his chair, bending slightly at the waist to ease the pressure on his bulging, pants-cramped prick.
God, God, she thought, I should stop it now, before it's too late! I can't let him fuck me!
Slowly, deliberately unbuckling his belt, Steve walked toward her.
"Mona… Mona, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes racing over her nakedness.
She kept backing any (win him. "Steve, you know we can't."
"Yes, we can." He backed her against the wall. His hands cupped her feverish face, his lips came down toward him.
"No, Steve, no!" she whimpered. "What about… Amy?"
"Where is she?"
"She's at school."
His lips met hers, and his hands dropped to her shoulders, then down to her breasts, and he filled his palms with them. Gently squeezing her full warm tits, he kissed her check, her neck, then breathed warmth into her ear. He jabbed his tongue deep into her ear, whispering hotly to her at the same time, "When does she get home?"
Mona moaned. Her body was yielding, her cunt wet and achy. And as he trenched her ear and caressed her throbbing tits, she slid her hands under the elastic of his briefs and grasped his hot huge prick, freeing it from his underwear. Her fingers stroked his cock urgently, and she knew she didn't care anything about Amy, who wouldn't be home for another two hours anyway.
I just want you to fuck me! Here, right here against the wall, if you want to! Or on the floor, or in the bed, I don't care!
Steve's lips trailed down her smooth shoulder to her left breast, and he licked her large rosy nipple. "When does she get home?" he repeated.
But before she could answer, she felt his mouth close over her pulsing nipple, felt it stiffen and flame with heat. Her legs weakened. She had to grasp his hips in order to remain standing, and she pulled him against her so that she could feel the long gristly stalk of his prick pressing against her belly.
As he hungrily slurped and sucked her throbbing nipples, she moaned and began to writhe in his rasp.
"Oh, Steve…" she murmured. "Oh, Steve, are you going to fuck me? Are you? Are you going to fuck me?"
He pulled her down the hallway to the bedroom. Mona tore at his shirt, skimmed his pants and briefs down his legs, stopping and clumsily licking his twitchy red cock before he pulled her to her feet. He kissed her again with savage tenderness, and laid her down on her back on the bed the way he wanted her to be.
Shivering with excitement and frightening lust, Mona yielded completely to her brother. She lay on the bed so that her feet still touched the floor, her knees spread, her ass perched on the edge of the mattress, her wet glistening pussy totally vulnerable. She knew that if he wanted to fuck her this way it was so he could have leverage when he fucked her. And she was in for a piercing, skewering fuck from the huge pulsing prick that he was now lowering between her thighs.
His hard tanned muscular body was so desirable that she wanted to swarm him, and kiss and stroke him everywhere, and suck his gigantic prick, feel his hungry lips in her boiling cunt, and do everything – everything! – before they got down to the actual fucking. But Steve's hot driving passion for her was so overwhelming that she had no choice. She had to give her body to him instantly, and let him ravish her and fuck her with his fierce cock.
Her body quivered out of control. "Ohhhh. Oh baby! Oh, Steve, we… can't, we can't do this… unnhhhggg! Oh God, suckme baby…" She moaned as his mouth again found her breasts, giving them long, agonizing sucks.
Her frenzied fingers flickered over his hot hard cock. She pinched the large flaring bulb on the head of his prick, pulling it toward her open steamy slit, aching to be filled by it. And her finger on his prick drove Steve wild with desire.
He stroked her smooth hips and steadied her pelvis. He carefully lodged the swollen head of his cock in her cuntlips, then gazed straight into her eyes with deep emotion as he slid the full length of his burning shaft into her flowing pussy.
"Ahhhnn… nnuunnn! Nnuunnn, oh shit! Ohhhhh shiiiit! Oh, Steve baby! Oh yes! Yes!"
It was the largest, thickest, fattest, longest prick Mona had ever felt inside her pussy. It was sunk deep in her body, the head of it nudging the mouth of her womb, and Steve did not pull out or start thrusting. Instead he left it buried in her pussy while he lowered his hard chest down on her breasts.
"Mona…" he groaned in a husky whisper.
"Yesssss, oh yeses!" she answered, her body undulating beneath him.
She knew he wanted to say more, but he was speechless with desire for her, as she was for him. And at this moment all she wanted to feel was the joy of his huge prick plunging fiercely in and out of her cunt.
"Fuck me, Steve… unnnnhh! Oh yes, like that! Oh God, yesss! Fuck me, baby! You can do anything you want to me, anything at all! Oh! Oh! Unnhhh!"
He drew his long prick slowly out of her pussy until the head of it nearly escaped her clinging wet cuntlips. Then he slid his cock slowly again all the way in. But the excitement and hot fantastic guilt of what they were doing made them both so urgent that they could not be slow and gentle for long.
Soon they were groaning and whimpering, their straining bodies writhing together.
Mona clenched the muscles of her thighs and flung her pelvis against her brother's raging, hammering, piercing prick. She squealed with wild joy as she felt his huge, ravaging prick cram her cunt to the splitting point.
She gasped sharply as hot tremors of pleasure ripped through her body with each deep lunge of his prick. She clutched him and squeezed him, pushed her tits up against his grinding chest, and then she sought his mouth with her own.
"Ohhhnnn! It's so good, so good!"
She was on in, bubbling and seething with hot fuck-urges. She had never felt this way before. The searing blade of his cock sliced up into her cunt, and her body was on fire. She screeched and clawed his back and moaned with guilty passion, knowing it was her brother who was fucking her so beautifully, and fearing she would never be happy with anyone else again. Not after the blinding bliss of this moment.
She wriggled and squirmed and groaned, loving the feel of his hard chest crushing her swollen tits and aching nipples. But she still couldn't understand why it didn't hurt her, this massive rearing cock, the biggest cock she had ever fucked… driving again and again into the depths of her clasping cunt. Stuffed with the huge stalk of his prick, she shimmied her hips and clamped his cock tightly with her cunt muscles. She heard him moan with delight, felt his strong fingers bite into her back.
"Ohhhnnn… you're so good to me…" she gasped, feeling the first rolling swells of her orgasm gathering, sweeping toward her. "SOOOO good to me! So goood, unnhhh! Unit! Oh! Oh Jesus, yes! Do it hard to me, ohn! Annggghhh!"
Now that she hung and trembled and moaned on the verge of coming, he fucked his cock into her with crazy violence. Mona shrieked and raked his shoulders. Her juicy cunt hunched wildly against his frantic thrusts.
"Steve! Oh baby… oh I'm going to come! Kiss me. Oh God, kiss me! Quick! Unh! Unh! Steve, I'M…"
She groped for his panting mouth with her own, dying repeatedly each time his prick thrust deep into her wet clenching pit.
"Aaanngghhileeeee!" she shrieked.
She stiffened, her body shuddered for release, then exploded in a hot blinding rush.
"Uunnnniiieeeeee!" she wailed, gasping as the wrenching jolts of her climax shook her.
She swarmed over him. She swallowed him with her thrashing body, sucking the seed out of him, hearing his choked moans, feeling every hard muscle in his fierce driving body tense into steel as he drove his squirting cock deep into her creaming pussy. With a strangled cry, he sank his wildly spurting prick into her pussy, pumping her full of his boiling juices.
"Fill me with it… come in me, baby! Fill me with it! Come in me, baby! Fill me with it! Come in me! Come in me!" she chanted. He crushed her body to him, squeezing her so roughly that she thought they both might die from the overpowering shock of the orgasms.
And then it was over. Her brother lay panting and sweating on top of her. Mona tenderly brushed his sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead and kissed him. She tightened her cunt around his still stiff cock so that it would never come out of her, so that she would never have to give up this moment. She gazed up into his eyes.
"Steve. Ohhh, Steve, Steve, Steve," she whispered.