"You seemed to be having a good time last night," Betty said to her brother the next day.
"Yeah, I saw you peeking at us," he said. "I wasn't peeking," Betty said. "I just happened to glance back there. You were doing pretty good."
"Until that idiot threw that cherry bomb," Joey said.
"Yeah, that was pretty funny," Betty said.
"Funny?" Joey asked.
"Oh, that's right," Betty said. "It happened just as you were sticking a finger up Jane's cunt!"
"That's right," Joey said. "And I happen to think that's more fun than getting blown up."
"You little sex maniac," Betty teased as she gave her brother a shove.
He had been standing in front of a footstool in the living room. So when his sister pushed him, he fell backward over it. He jumped up and began chasing Betty.
They still liked to fool around like this. Once Joey felt his sister's tits as they wrestled around.
He caught her in the kitchen. He grabbed her by the arm and wrestled her to the floor. Then he sat on her stomach, pinning her down.
He had done this to his sister hundreds of times since they were little. But now it was different. As he looked down at his sister, he couldn't help noticing how her lovely tits rose from her chest. "Uhhh, you weigh a ton," Betty said.
Then she felt the same sexy stirrings that her brother felt. They were silent for several seconds. Joey had to resist grabbing her tits even though he was dying to.
Trying to get into a playful mood again, Joey bounced on his sister's stomach a few times, making her holler. Then he got off her.
"God, you're heavy," Betty said. "I thought you were going to crush me."
But then she gave her brother another shove and ran out of the room. He ran after her.
This time she ran up the stairs and into her room. She tried to close the door, but Joey was right behind her. He barged in and began shoving his sister.
He pushed his hands out roughly, forcing her back toward the bed. Betty tried to fend off his shoves, but a few times his hands flew to her chest where they crashed into her tits.
"Hey, let's not get personal," Betty giggled.
Finally she was backed up to the bed. Joey kept shoving, though. And Betty tumbled backward. She landed on the bed with a bounce, her tits bouncing the most.
Now that Joey had gotten a few feels, he couldn't resist trying for more. So he jumped on top of his sister again. She began beating her fists against his chest, and Joey had to grab her wrists and hold them down.
Once again he was looking down at her jugs. He could see how they rested on her chest under her jersey, and how they slipped down over the sides of her ribcage.
"Your tits slide right off your chest when you're on your back," Joey said.
He was straddling his sister's body. Now he began shoving her tits around with his bent knees.
"Hey!" Betty yelled as she wiggled, trying to escape.
Joey had never teased her about her tits before, nor had he touched them without pretending it was an accident. But now that he was doing both those things, he wondered why he hadn't done it before.
"Joey!" Betty hollered. "Stop it!"
But she wasn't angry Joey noticed. Her voice sounded just as it did when he did something innocent to her like twisting her arm or pulling her hair.
The idea that he could fool around with his sister's tits and not have her hit the roof made Joey braver.
He let go of her wrists. She began pummeling him with her fists again. But Joey knew that the best defense was a good offense. So he grabbed her tits.
"Joey, come on now!" Betty yelled.
But she didn't sound mad enough to make the boy quit. He was grabbing handfuls of his sister's hose tit-flesh.
"Joey!" Betty yelled as she kicked with her legs and kept thrashing her brother with her fists.
But she wasn't hurting him. And she could have if she wanted to. So Joey assumed she really didn't mind him grabbing her jugs. He was noticing how her tits were different from Jane's. Betty's tits weren't as firm. He had noticed before how his sister's tits sagged slightly on her chest, unlike Jane's which stood proud and high.
His sister's jugs filled his hands as he squeezed them.
"You started it," Joey said.
But he noticed that Betty wasn't struggling as much any more. And the expression on her face had changed.
"Oh, Joey," she gasped.
Joey couldn't believe what was happening. But it was obvious. He was exciting his sister by feeling her boobs.
Betty stopped fighting. She put her hands on Joey's hands and pressed them even more firmly over her rolling tits.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," she moaned.
Betty had her face turned to the side. But Joey could see a slight smile on her mouth. Her teeth were bared. She wasn't kidding around. Joey had been surprised at Jane's reaction to having her tits massaged the night before. Now he was absolutely astonished. What had begun as horseplay had turned into something very different just because he had grabbed his sister's tits.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Betty moaned as she twisted hornily under her brother's weight.
Joey had watched his sister as she walked around the house in her sexy outfits. He had seen how her tits bounced and her ass shook. He had gotten hard-ons watching her. But he never thought he would make her writhe with passion as he rubbed her tits.
Not knowing what else to do, Joey just kept moving his hands over his sister's jugs while she got hotter and more excited.
Then it occurred to Joey that he could probably do whatever he wanted with her. She seemed to be beyond stopping him. She was in heat like an alley cat.
Joey climbed off his sister, but he didn't let go of her tits. He lay next to her. Then, still holding one of her tits in a firm grasp, he kissed her.
Betty kissed him back. They stuck their tongues into each other's mouths.
Just as he did the night before with Jane, Joey dipped his hand under Betty's jersey and scooped up her bare tit. When he held her boob without her jersey in the way, Joey could appreciate how her soft tits really felt.
"M-m-m-m," Betty moaned happily.
Joey got another idea suddenly. And as soon as he thought of it, he knew he couldn't resist. He began pulling the front of his sister's jersey up over her tits. He had to see those beauties.
"Oh, Joey!" Betty cried as she half-heartedly tried to stop him.
She grabbed his wrist as he tugged at her jersey. But she had no strength, no will, to stop him. And Joey was lifting her jersey with unleashed fury.
When her boobs were uncovered, Joey stared down at them. He seemed transfixed by the sight.
Betty's tits were snowy white, contrasting with the tanned skin on her shoulders and belly. In the middle of the white globes were dark-brown circles of puckered flesh.
Betty's jugs really did slide to the sides of her chest in her reclining position. Joey put his hand on the side of one sagging boob and shoved it up on her chest. Watching her tit being moved around on her chest like that was just as exciting as feeling it.
"Suck them," Betty whispered hoarsely.
Joey looked his sister in the eye for a split second. Her eyelids were drooping, her mouth open. She looked as though she were doped. But Joey knew that it was lust showing on her pretty face.
He looked back down at her tits. Then he bent forward, lowering his face to one of those ripe jugs.
He kissed an erect nipple. It seemed to want to slip into his mouth. So he opened his mouth and sucked it in.
Betty gasped as she wrapped her arms around her brother's head.
Sucking a tit was wild, Joey found. He munched her nipples as Betty hugged his head tightly.
Alter sucking her stiff nipple, Joey opened his mouth wider and took as much of her tit into it as he could. Betty seemed to love that – she pulled his face down so hard onto her boob the boy couldn't breathe. But who cared about breathing at a time like this? Joey thought.
His sister was his, Joey now knew. It began to occur to him that he could fuck her. And that thought seared his brain until he couldn't think of anything else.
With his mouth still full of tit flesh, Joey reached for his sister's crotch. He cupped his hand around it but he couldn't feel much through her pants. He could feel the heat of her cunt radiating right through her pants, though.
He squeezed Betty's crotch. She lifted her thighs and pressed them around his wrist. She seemed to be telling him she liked his hand on her cunt.
Then Joey put his hand down on her stomach and slid it into her pants. Betty pulled in her belly so he could reach down to her cunt.
Dipping, his fingers under the waistband of her panties, Joey soon had his fingers combing through her cunt hair.
"Oh-h-h-h, Joey!" Betty cried as she felt her brother's middle finger separating the lips of her cunt.
Joey was able to get his fingertip tucked into his sister's slot. But her pants were too tight to allow him to get his finger up her cave. No matter how hard he crammed his hand into her pants, he knew he wouldn't be able to get his finger where it wanted to go.
But why not take her pants off? Joey asked himself. She didn't seem to be in any condition to stop him.
So he sat up, lifting his face from her tits and pulling his hand from her pants. Then he grabbed the button that held the pants closed.
As he opened her pants and tugged them down, Joey didn't dare look up at his sister's face. He was scared she might stop him. But she didn't. She merely grabbed the bedspread in her hands as she lifted her ass so Joey could pull her pants down.
When he had stripped her pants off, Betty lay before her brother dressed only in her sheer undies and a pair of socks. Her jersey was pulled up over her tits.
Although he was out of his mind with passion and eager to fuck her, Joey had to stop and admire the sight. He could see the hairy triangle of his sister's cunt through the material of her panties.
In another second, he had her panties pulled down her shapely, tanned legs and over her small feet.
With her brother staring down at her nakedness, Betty squeezed her legs closed and covered her cunt with her hand. But Joey sat down beside her and pulled her hand away. Then he pulled one thigh to the side, opening her crotch.
"Joey," Betty whispered. "What are you going to do?"
There was a strange note of excitement in his sister's voice. But as Joey looked at her pussy with its lips opened to reveal the delicate ridges of flesh inside, he couldn't answer.
Rather, he readied for his sister's cunt. His fingers filled it, spreading the lips wide and finding the entrance to her tunnel.
Watching his fingers swarming into Betty's cunt thrilled the boy so profoundly he was lost to the world.
Betty asked again what he was going to do. But she sounded far away. Joey could hardly hear her.
Suddenly he stood up. He began undressing while continuing to stare at his sister's twat. But without his hands on her, Betty was beginning to fold up like a flower at night. Her legs closed and her body turned to the side.
But she was watching with fascination as her brother undressed. And when his big, stiff prick was sticking out, twitching in front of him, her eyes grew big and round.
When Joey was naked he lay over his sister's body. His prick was throbbing against her smooth skin as he tried to spread her legs.
"Joey!" Betty gasped loudly. "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"
It was as though the girl had just woken up. As though she had been asleep and hadn't known what was happening.
"Let's fuck!" Joey said. "Come on. Let's do it!"
"No," Betty hissed. "We can't. Don't!"
Now she sounded like she meant it. And she was fighting Joey's attempts to force her legs open.
"But we can't stop now," key said. "I've got to fuck you or I'll go crazy."
That was an exaggeration, of course – but not by much. Joey was so horny and so close to what he longed for, he would suffer terribly if he were stopped now.
"I know what," Betty said.
She pushed her brother off her and onto his back beside her. Then she took his prick into her hand. With long even strokes, she began jerking him off.
If he wasn't going to get fucked, this was the next best thing, Joey thought.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Joey looked down at his prick and at his sister's hand wrapped around it. He saw his cock jerking so forcefully it made Betty's hand jerk with it.
Although he had held his own prick a million times it had never felt like this. This was the most exquisite experience Joey had ever had.
Betty was jerking him off with skill, Joey realized. Her slender hand moved up and down on his cock as his own hand had done so often. But Betty had her own rhythm. And she didn't pull his skin up over his cock-head as far as Joey did himself.
"Oh-h-h-h-h," Joey groaned when his orgasm began building inside him.
His breath came faster and his hips began to twitch. When Betty saw those signs of an imminent orgasm, her hand began moving up and down on her brother's prick faster and faster.
"Ahhh! Ah-h-h-h!" Joey cried.
His sister was jerking his prick so hard now his balls were bouncing on his thighs.
Finally, a silver bullet of cum leaped high in the air. It was followed by more white gobs of jism.
What a fabulous climax, Joey thought as he was racked by ecstatic waves of pleasure. He could never have given himself such a powerful orgasm.
"Wow," Betty said. "You must really have been horny. You're coming in quarts!" It was true. Betty's hand and Joey's belly were awash in thick jism.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h," Joey sighed as he fell back, completely drained.
He lay on his back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. As he lay there, it was wonderful to watch his sister lift her soaking hand from his prick and mop up his cum with a tissue.
Betty's jersey had fallen over one tit. The other was still exposed. And even after being jerked off, Joey couldn't keep his eyes off that lovely boob.
Then Betty began wiping cum from her brother's belly. When that was done, she blotted the jism from his prick.
Watching his sister doing that made the boy's cock stand straight up again.
"There," Betty said like a nurse after dressing a wound. "All, dried off."
Joey watched as she pulled her jersey down and began climbing back into her pants. He hated to see her getting dressed. But he couldn't complain. She had given him something he would never forget.
"Do you do that to Chuck?" he asked his sister. "None of your business," she said. "You'd better get dressed."
"You do it to him," Joey said. "I can tell."
He didn't want to get dressed. He found that it was fun to lie naked in front of his sister.
"How can you tell?" Betty asked as she threw his pants over him.
"Because you know how to do it so well," he said. "You must have had a lot of practice."
"I've had some," Betty admitted with a smile.
"Now get dressed. I don't want anyone to find you like this."
"Who'll find me?" Joey asked, pulling his pants on reluctantly.
"Chuck's coming over to pick me up," Betty said.
"Oh," Joey grunted.
Hearing that made the boy jealous. He knew it was silly to be jealous of his sister's boyfriend. It didn't make any sense. But he couldn't help it.
Joey was glad his sister had given him a hand job. But now it seemed that he was going to have to pay for that pleasure by suffering from jealousy.