Marsha felt a funny fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She didn't dare think the thoughts that the warm ache in her cunt made her want to think. Instead, she tried not to think of anything. Then she tried to think normal thoughts.
David's coming over, she thought. How nice. I haven't seen him for over a year. And he's not bringing his wife Debby with him. How unfortunate. Why don't you calm down, Marsha?
There's never been anything like that between you and your brother. You never even thought of it until now. After all, you're not Kirstie. She and Rick has been…
Suddenly she glanced don at her naked body. God, I've got to put something on!
She went into her bedroom and tried to decide what to wear. But it was as if she were paralyzed. She didn't know how long she stood looking at her clothes, trying to decide what to put on. But it was too long. The doorbell rang and she was still naked.
Oh my God! she said to herself. Quickly she matched her short yellow shower smock off the hanger and dipped into it. Her heart pounded and she felt very wicked and guilty. The hem of the smock came don only just beneath the round moons of ha ass. The top of it barely closed over the mounds of her breasts. It wasn't something a grown woman should wear to greet her brother.
The doorbell rang again and she raced to answer it. "HI," she said breathlessly as she opened the door.
"I was beginning to feel wonderful. That's the right place," David grinned. "It's been quite a while since I was here."
"Come on in!"
Marsha shut the door behind him. All of a madden he felt stark naked in the shower smock. Her brother being a man, couldn't help glancing at her bulging breasts and her long legs. Feeling suddenly shy, Marsha tugged self-consciously at the hem of the smock, tying to make it cover her naked thighs. It was useless.
"Well!" she said, very nervous. "Let me run in and put something else on. You sort of… caught me by surprise."
"Don't change on my account," David said.
He shook his head slightly as if to break free his gaze from the sight of Marsha's bulbous nipples sliding around under the thin cloth of her smock.
"Well, if you don't mind…" she purred warmly, instantly ashamed of the obvious sensuality she had let creep into her voice.
She knew he was seeing her as a woman for the first time in his life. She had hardly given him a choice in the matter. But, she was seeing him as a man for the first time, too. Instead of as a brother. She knew it was her experience with Rick and Kirstie that had made her do it.
But she didn't half mind. David was a very handsome man. He had a rough masculine glint in his keen gray eyes. And she was surprised that she had never seemed to noticed how rugged and powerful-looking his body was.
"Could I offer you something?" she asked, trying to break the spell both of them were in. "A beer? A drink?"
"Beer's fine."
Marsha went into the kitchen to get him a beer. She could feel his eyes off the backs of her bare legs. Again her nerves made her want to tug down the hem of the short smock. She returned with his beer. As she bent over to hand it to him, she caught his eyes on the upper slopes of her swaying breasts.
Briefly her gaze caught his and held it, smoldering. Then she quickly turned away and went across the room to the stereo.
"Whatever happened to that smashing roommate of yours?" David asked, clearly uncomfortable. "Doesn't she live here any more?"
"Kirstie? Oh, she went to the mountains for the weekend with her… boyfriend."
Marsha took a record out of its jacket and bent over to put it on the turntable. She could feel the hem of her smock tilt up, exposing her entire naked ass.
David couldn't take his eyes off it. Her smooth out curving asscheeks was round. He could see the glistening wet seam of her cunt below them. His cock began to thump, and his collar felt too tight.
Finally Marsha stood straight again and turned back to him. She smirked coyly at tier brother.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Aren't I enough company for you?"
"Oh, sure."
David looked very embarrassed. He sipped his beer nervously. Marsha knew it was because he had seen her ass and her cunt. She too felt a little ashamed of herself. But it was enormously exciting. As she crossed the worn toward him again, she glanced down at his crotch and saw the thick lump there. She sat down next to him on the sofa.
"So," she said casually. "Tell me what you've been doing with yourself."
David made a disjointed attempt to tell her what he had been doing. Marsha pretended to listen. She stared at him and crossed her long bare legs. The skirt of her smock hiked up again, showing off the tops of her tawny thighs and her hips. He tried not to look.
Marsha felt a tiny itch on her back and began rubbing it against the sofa. Arching her back made her breasts thrust out and her nipples protrude even more. Also, it loosened the flimsy cloth sash that held the smock together. Her breasts threatened to spill out.
"What's the matter?" David asked, unable to take his eyes off her exposed cleavage.
"I've got this little itch on my back," she said. "Why don't you scratch it for me?"
"Okay."
She turned her back to him. His fine began to explore it through the thin cloth, searching for the itch.
"Lower," she murmured. "Now over to the right."
Shivers of desire gripped her body as his fingers played over her shoulder blades and pressed the firm muscles of her lower back. The more he scratched gently through the cloth, the more the thin fabric of the smack loosened on her body. She glanced down and saw that the sash was completely loose.
Now she writhed her back under his fingers. She bent her head forward and tossed the rich mane of her chestnut hair aside, exposing the nape after neck.
"Oh, that feels so good," she cooed in a soft husky voice. "I wish the cloth wasn't in the way."
David nodded.
She could hear her brother's heavy breathing and feel the tension in his fingers. But he didn't say anything.
"Don't you?" she prompted in a soft whisper.
"Yes," he replied so softly she could barely hear it.
But his fingers kept moving trying to touch her warm flesh through the cloth. Slowly Marsha shrugged the cloth off her shoulders. The smock slid down her naked back and fell on the sofa between them. Since it was all she was wearing, she was now totally naked.
"Do you think we should be doing this?" David asked.
"Why not? Oh yes, there. Just a little higher now. There… there, oh yes! Now, rub it hard."
David's hands were not simply scratching her back now they were massaging and caressing its smooth silky muscles. Marsha could not disguise the way it aroused her. She sighed and trembled.
"Oh God, that feels good!" she moaned softly. "Marsha…"
She knew that his guilt was delicately balanced with his desire. So, before he could really protest, she turned slowly around to face him. Her full perfect breasts touched his outstretched fingers.
Her thick succulent nipples brushed his knuckles. He looked down at them, clearly struggling with the urge to put his mouth on them.
"Marsha…" he swallowed dryly.
"Don't say anything," she whispered. "But I…"
"Please don't." She gazed into his eyes hotly. "Do you like my body?"
He nodded, his eyes riveted to it.
"Don't you want to kiss my body?"
He nodded again. "But you know it's wrong," he murmured.
"How can it be wrong if you want to? And if I want you to?"
"You want me to?"
"God, yes!"
He cupped her fantastically firm breasts in his palms gently, and brushed her puffy nipples with his thumbs. Marsha thought she was going out of her mind with hot excitement. A sharp tremor shook her naked body.
"They're so firm," David whispered. "I've never felt anyone's that were so firm."
"You like them?"
Marsha felt a brief twinge of evil. She wanted to ask him, Are they firmer than Debby's, than your wife's? But she knew that Debby had nothing to do with this. When her brother softly squeezed her breasts she could feel her cunt oozing with juice.
"They're incredible," he said.
"Don't you want to kiss tern?"
"Yes. But Marsha, you know how wrong this is."
"Oh, please do it, David," she begged him softly. "Don't torment me like this. We don't have to do anything else. Just kiss me and suck me a little, please?"
She knew he wouldn't be able to resist if she begged him. It was something she used to do when they were kids. It had never failed. And the look in his eyes as he gazed don at her pear-shaped breasts and swollen nipples convinced her that he wouldn't be able to control himself.
He bent his lips to her naked breasts and began to kiss the firm mounds all over. Still cupping them in his palms, he explored the throbbing globes with his mouth. He kissed her everywhere but her pulsing nipples, making her pant with anticipation.
"Oh yesssss!" she sighed.
She held his head gently in her trembling hands, caressing his hair. She winced with delight as she suddenly felt the abrasive edge of his wet tongue curl around one of her nipples. When his lips closed over the aching bud and drew it into his mouth, she shivered and gasped.
"Ah!" she groaned with pleasure.
His hands began to squeeze her breasts more urgently. He sucked her nipple softly, tenderly, then more passionately. He flicked its stiff center with his tongue. Marsha felt her pussy flood with warm fluid.
David's lips moved to her other nipple. He sucked it with equal passion, bringing soft mewling gasps from deep in her throat. She pulled his head into her breasts, arching her back and pushing them into his face.
"God, it feels so good when you suck me," she sighed. "It feels so good. Oh, it feels so good!"
She put her hand in his crotch as he sucked her, squeezing his balls and his swollen prick.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Marsha," he said, parting his thighs to make it easier for her to squeeze him.
But he didn't stop sucking and tonguing and kissing and squeezing her breasts. She lay back against the sofa and tossed her head, writhing with pleasure.
"God, just suck me, David," she panted. "Don't say anything. Just suck me and suck me. It feels so good!"
"I can't help it," David gasped thickly, as if apologizing. "They're so beautiful!"
She smiled as she watched him hungrily slurping her stiff nipples, which throbbed with fire.
"They're all yours, honey," she murmured. "Suck them, suck them hard! Hard! Yessss, like that! Oh!"
Her fingers flew at his belt buckle. He didn't try to stop her. Within seconds she plunged her hand into his shorts and grasped his hot pulsing cock. It was a good big one. Not as big as Rick's monster, but big enough! God, yes! she thought to herself. Big enough to fuck me!
"Let me suck you too! Oh, let me suck you, honey!" she moaned.
She pushed him back and dropped her face to his groin before he could object. The sight of his big throbbing prick made her melt and go all gushy inside. Quickly she sucked it into her warm wet mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
The thought that she had her own brother's big stiff beautiful prick in her mouth excited her in ways she had never dreamed of. She held and squeezed the bulging shaft of his cock with both hands. With her lips and tongue she gave him the most perfect head she had ever given.
And David leaned back end let himself enjoy it. He held her head gently in his hands as her mouth rode up and down on his throbbing prick.
"Oh Jesus, Marsha!" he groaned. "Unh! Oh shit! God, you do it so good!"
She knew that if she invited him into the bedroom, he would have time to reconsider. She didn't think he would, but she didn't want to give him the chance.
So she pulled his pants off his legs and unbuttoned his shirt, still sucking his cock urgently. David helped her undress him, not resisting. But when she finally straddled his thighs and began to steer his prick into her runny slit with one hand, he grabbed her by the arms. He held her steady and looked straight into her eyes.
"Marsha, you know how wrong this is," he said.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" she panted.
"Yes."
"No one's going to know, David," she said, pushing her breasts in his face again. "Suck me, honey! Suck me and fuck me. No one will ever know! Please!"
She lowered her wet cunt onto his stiff cock before, he could protest. She was completely impaled on his thick long tool. The pleasure was so intense that both of them were breathless for an instant. David's hands went behind her and grasped the firm smooth cheeks of her ass.
He lifted her, sliding her clinging pussy up and down on his cock.
"Jesus!" he groaned with pleasure.
She embraced him and kissed him, moving her tongue sensually inside his mouth. And she slowly gyrated her hips and his prick slid in and out of her. The sensations made her reel and simmer with lust.
"Fuck me slow, just fuck me slow, baby," she gasped. "Nobody has to know. Nobody but us. Oh David, fuck me, that's it. God, it's so good to have you fucking me!"
He frenched her ear and bit the firm smooth flesh of her shoulder. Slowly he lifted her up and down on his cock. She braced her knees in the sofa cushions and hissed with passion as the bulging shaft slid up into her. Her fingernails bit into his back.
"A… Marsha!" he gasped.
She knew he was close to shooting. So she stopped the movement. She sat still, his hard prick sunk deep in her. She kissed his mouth and his face, all aver.
"Slow… slow, baby," she murmured. "I want to come with you."
"Don't you know how wrong this is?" David smiled, getting control of himself.
She nodded, grinning wickedly. "You want to stop?"
"Hell no."
"Am I good for you?"
"Christ, good isn't the word. I've never had a woman as beautiful as you are."
"You just never looked at me that way before."
"I'm not supposed to."
"Aren't you sorry you never did?" Instead of answering, David brought his hands up to her breasts again. He rolled and squeezed them, lifting them to his mouth, devouring her bulbous nipples. Marsha shimmied her clinging pussy around on his cock.
"Me you sure you can come this way?" he asked. "I mean, wouldn't you rather be lying on your back?"
"I can come any way, as long as you're fucking me," Marsha purred. "Anyway, you can fuck me on my back next time."
"Next time?"
"Don't you want to fuck me more than once?"
"Yes."
"Don't you want to fuck me everywhere? In my mouth and in my ass too?"