Marcy stepped into the bedroom she shared with her younger sister Loni. She wondered if she should tell Loni that she'd just given their brother Sam a blow-job.
Though the girls were close on an emotional level, that was where the closeness ended. They didn't look alike. They didn't act alike. And they never – never ever – talked about sex.
Marcy sometimes wondered if her little sister was still a virgin, even though Loni had scores of young boy friends who were always taking her out for dinner or to a movie.
"What's new?" Loni asked, leaning close to a mirror to apply mascara to her eyes.
"Nothing much," Marcy replied, feeling a little guilty for lying to her sister.
Whereas Marcy was something of a tomboy, Loni was the height of femininity. She always wore dresses or skirts and she never wore jeans. Where Marcy slept in panties and a T-shirt, Loni had scores of frilly, feminine nighties.
Marcy sat down on her bed, watching her sister doing her face. Finally, forcing the words from her mouth, Marcy began explaining to her little sister how it was important that their father didn't marry his intended bride. When she finished, Loni was crying softly.
"Oh, Marcy! What are we going to do?" Loni said softly, a trickle of tears moving down her cheeks. "I know you're right. You're always right about these things." She dabbed her eyes with a Kleenex. "Earlier today I walked into Papa's study and do you know what I saw? I saw that… that woman checking into Papa's bank records!"
"She's no good for him," Marcy said, her tone now strong and commanding.
"But what can we do?" Loni implored, her eyes filled with tears of concern.
"We can change Papa's mind, show him that he's not thinking straight, that he's not using his mind."
"But what can I do to help?"
Marcy bit her lower lip. She wanted to tell Loni to dress up in her most beautiful clothes, find Papa, and fuck him until he couldn't stand straight. But, of course, she couldn't say that to her sister.
"You've got to think of something, Loni. You're a woman. The only reason Papa thinks he's in love is that that woman has blinded him. You've got to make him see the truth. Use your own…" Marcy paused for effect, feminine wiles. You know how to dress right and act right so that boys take notice of you. Now you've got to make Papa take notice of you?
"I see," Loni replied quietly, her eyes clouding over as she fell deep in thought. "I think I see what you mean."
Marcy stepped into the small room that constituted Papa's office. Her cunt was hot and juicy and ready to get fucked. Giving Sam the blow-job had turned her on and now she needed to feel a big, hard prick stabbing deep into her body, spreading her cuntlips and rubbing against her throbbing, tingling clit.
Instead of finding Papa, as Marcy had hoped, she ran into Luke, her older brother. He looked a little like Sam, only he didn't have Sam's moustache and he wasn't built quite as powerfully as Sam.
"Hi," Luke said, his eyes going straight to Marcy's tits, which were straining against the skin-tight T-shirt. "What are you doing?"
"Looking for Papa."
Marcy couldn't help but notice that sly smile that played across her brother's mouth.
"Have you been talking to Sam?" she asked. Luke nodded his head. Marcy saw that he wasn't even trying to disguise the direction of his lusty stare.
"And I suppose he told you… everything." Again Luke nodded his head. But now his hand was at his crotch as he fondled his prick through his slacks.
Marcy watched Luke's prick growing inside his pants as he rubbed himself. Her crystal blue eyes glazed over with lust. The tingling in her cunt told her that she had to get fucked, and soon.
She closed the door quietly, keeping her back turned to Luke. Glancing at her watch, Marcy saw that it was six o'clock. Her father was probably out for supper, taking that bitch with him.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Marcy asked, keeping her back turned to Luke, afraid that he might turn her down.
Marcy's cheeks tuned pink with embarrassment. She felt pussyjuice make her cunt even hotter and wetter than it had been.
"Okay. But it isn't like we're brother and sister. We're just two people who need to fuck and who'll never see each other again." Marcy turned around slowly, her hippies aching for attention, her cunt simmering with cock-hunger. "We'll never talk about it."
She unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper down slowly, her eyes glued to Luke's as he, too, opened his pants.
Marcy pushed her jeans down to her knees.
They wouldn't go down any further because she had on a pair of brown leather knee-high boots that zipped up the side. She stood motionless for a moment, waiting to see Luke's prick. When it leaped out of his pants, it was at full extension and nine solid inches long.
"We'll do it doggie-style," she whispered, her voice trembling. "We won't kiss. That's too personal."
Marcy got down on her hands and knees, her bikini panties stretching tightly around the full curve of her ass. She closed her eyes, wondering when the burning need for hard cock would finally stop driving her into situations that she really wasn't prepared to handle.
Luke stood behind his sister, looking past his rock-hard prick at her succulent ass. He had wanted to fuck her for a long time and the realization that he was finally going to be shoving his cock into her warm, sweet pussy was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.
He knelt finally, his pants at his ankles. Luke gently slipped his fingertips under the elastic waistband of her panties. He worked them slowly down, watching her asscheeks come into view. From behind he could see the moist, pink lips of his younger sister's pussy.
Marcy's hips started churning, moving in a circular motion as she waited anxiously for the initial thrust of her brother's big cock. It wasn't until her panties were down around the middle of her thighs, stretching so much she was certain they were ruined, that she felt the spongy, mushroomed tip of her brother's cock sliding up and down over her cuntlips.
"Fuck me," Marcy whispered, shocked at the cock-hunger she could hear in her own voice.
Gripping the heavily veined shaft of his cock in his hand, Luke worked his pricktip up and down, sliding it over Marcy's juicy cuntlips, occasionally rubbing her asshole with his cockhead. He was straddling her calves, his knees outside her own, keeping her legs close together. Experience told him that fucking a woman doggie-style with her knees together made her cunt extremely tight and satisfying.
When she felt the cockhead finally making solid contact with her cuntlips, Marcy couldn't stifle the brief, soft gasp of ecstasy that was ripped from her throat. Her tits hung beneath her, held tight to her body by the T-shirt. She felt one of her brother's hands clutching her hip, his fingers curling around the hipbone as he braced himself for the assault on her hungry, juicy cunt.
"Fuck me, Luke! We haven't got much time! I've got to find Papa before he – awwwwwwww!"
Marcy's words were silenced when Luke's cockhead pushed between her cuntlips, the steelish shaft driving the cunt-stretching knob deep into her pussy on the very first plunge.
She tossed her head up, her face a mask of raw lust. The loosely tied ponytail fell down her back, following her spine. Her honey blonde bangs nearly covered her eyes and curls fell down the sides of her face.
Luke shoved more than half of his bock into the hot, slick recesses of his sister's cunt on the first invasion. He held onto her hips with both hands as he pulled back until he could see the rim of his own cockhead between her asscheeks, slipping out of her pussy. Slowly, powerfully, he pushed his hips at Marcy as he pulled her back to meet his own thrust. Inch by inch his throbbing red-hot cock was buried in his teenaged sister's sweet cunt.
She dropped her head down, shivering as the ecstasy of having her cunt filled with a hot, hard cock seeped through her veins. Marcy could feel the cockhead of Luke's prick sliding deep into her, forcing the slick walls of her cunt to spread for its greater force.
Marcy groaned softly and dropped to her elbows, her back bent, her ass up high as her cunt got reamed full-length by Luke's cock.
"Tight! Goddamn it, girl, you're tight!"
Marcy could feel every inch of her brother's prick as it reamed out her pussy, stretching her cuntlips while he pistoned his hips to drive his cock in and out of her. When he pumped all of his bone-hard prick into her cunt, Marcy pushed back against him, feeling her taut asscheeks rubbing against her brother's body as his prick pulsated hotly deep inside her juicy, tight cunt.
"Fuck me," Marcy whispered, her tits jiggling inside the T-shirt as she rocked under the impact of Luke's hips against her asscheeks. "Fuck me hard, Luke! I need to feel you fucking me hard!"
She was driven by a lust more forceful than any she'd ever known. To be on her knees, looking up into her brother's face as she sucked on Sam's cock, had turned Marcy on more than even she realized. There was something taboo about having her own brother's prick spreading her cuntlips and driving to the hilt in her pussy that electrified her entire body, that made her shiver with ecstasy.
Marcy mewled softly as the underside of Luke's prick rubbed against her hard, sizzling clit. She could feel the pussyjuice lubricating her cunt, and she could tell that it wouldn't be long before her girl-cum would gush from her pussy.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she said in a weak voice so quiet it was hard to hear above the slapping sound of Luke's hips smacking against Marcy's asscheeks.
Luke took his right hand from his sister's hip and pushed her T-shirt up. He ran his palm over her back and shoulders, feeling the velvety smoothness of her flesh, feeling how hot her entire body was getting as he pounded his prick to the hilt in her cunt.
Marcy closed her eyes, here chin nearly touching her forearms as she rocked to and fro. She concentrated for a moment on her clit, and that was all she needed to do to cum. Luke's prick was rubbing against the red-hot clit sending warm, jolting waves of ecstasy coursing through her.
"Oh nooooo!" she hissed softly as her girl cum gushed out of her pussy.
The clear, slick pussyjuice made Luke's balls wet as he fucked her with increasing fury, slamming his crotch against her firm asscheeks to bury all nine inches of his prick into the hot recesses of her cunt. Pussyjuice trickled down the insides of Marcy's thighs, almost to her ankles as she pushed herself backward to meet her brother's furious fuck-thrusts of cock into her cunt.
Luke put his hands on Marcy's asscheeks, his thumbs sliding into the crevice between her buns. He pried her asscheeks apart to more easily watch his prick gliding to and fro in her pussy. The sight of her pink, moist cuntlips working on his prick was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He shivered as he watched her cuntlips pucker inward as he bore into her cunt, then pull out, keeping a firm, slick seal on the shaft of his cock as he withdrew from her.
Groaning, his mouth open wide as he tried to keep the scream of ecstasy from leaving his throat, Luke pounded his cock into Marcy's cunt and came.
She shook her ass, taking Luke's cock into her pussy from different angles as his cum gushed into her cunt. Marcy came a second time, so quickly after her first orgasm that she wasn't certain where one ended and the other one started. She trembled from head to toe, throwing herself backward to impale herself on Luke's wonderful, ram-rodding prick, wanting only to feel his hard cock plowing into her cunt forever and always.
Even after he had stopped cumming and his balls were completely drained, Luke continued to work his hips to and fro, sinking his prick into Marcy's tight pussy. He held firmly onto her hips, his fingers burrowing into the smooth flesh, his thumbs prying her asscheeks apart so he could watch the progress of his own satisfied cock.
"Damn… oh, damn!" Luke whispered, uncorking his prick from his sister's pussy. "Marcy, you're incredible. I always knew, you were horny, but I never thought you were like this."
Marcy felt oddly empty without her brother's cock stretching her cuntlips and filling her pussy. She straightened out, laying prone on the office floor, her big tits flattening out beneath her to cushion her weight. Her wet cunt was still tingling, her pants around her knees.
"It was lust… just lust," Marcy said softly. "Nothing more than that. We had needs that needed to be satisfied."
"You don't believe that any more than I do. You and me, we'll fuck again soon. I'll eat your pussy and you'll eat my cock and you will go right out of your mind." His chuckle was filled with confidence. "You can tell yourself this doesn't mean anything if you want to, but I know otherwise. You're a cock-sucker, Marcy, I can feel it. You can't get enough cock in you no matter how hard you try."
Luke reached down and grabbed Marcy's skimpy bikini panties, which were around the tops of her knees. With a savage jerk he ripped them from her body, eliciting a short gasp from Marcy.
"I want these as a souvenir. Something to remember you by. You're a hot fuck, Marcy. Real hot."