Angie's legs were still watery as she stepped into the lounge at the airport. She smiled, thinking that the steward was probably having his problems, too, he had been at the end of his flight, she could probably have gotten him to take her to some dark corner of the terminal and screw her. He almost did on the plane itself.
He was very proper and reserved – at first. Angie gave him a cock-stiffening come-on smile when he first came down the cabin aisle. He politely smiled back in that very professional way. Then he saw the way her tits pushed against the nylon blouse and did a double-take. He recovered that first time, but Angie knew she had gotten his attention.
She watched the way he eyed her charms out of the corner of his eye as he went about his chores with the passengers. When he served her, she managed to lean forward enough to let her jugs rest against his hand. He tried to pretend he didn't notice, but Angie knew he felt them. He knew how good they would feel in his hand. He could have no doubts, through the thin material, that she was without a bra. He could marvel that they had such firmness, despite their size, without needing a bra to support them.
She watched the way he checked out her legs, too. She let her short skirt ride up over her thighs, showing just a hint of the pink panties she had picked out in case she found someone interesting on the way home. Yes, he saw those thighs, and approved.
Three times she had to make her way back to the rest room, past him, brushing against him as she went by. She did nothing in the rest room. She just made sure he got a good feel of her tits each trip. Finally he was waiting in the little compartment for the flight attendants that was located right before the rest rooms.
"What are you trying to do to me?" he asked.
"What am I doing?" she replied.
"I asked you first," he answered, his eyes twinkling.
"To be honest, I'm trying to get a rise out of you."
"Honey, you're doing that. How the hell am I supposed to do my job with a hard-on?"
"You've fed them, already," Angie told him, "and served their drinks. Take time out for a little relaxation."
She stepped close to him, close enough to let him get a whiff of her perfume, close enough for her tits to brush against him, close enough for her legs to touch his. He was telling the truth. His pants had quite a bulge where his cock was responding to her teasing.
He pulled her roughly into the small compartment and slipped the curtain closed to hide them from the view of other passengers.
"I ought to screw your little tail off right here," he threatened.
"Promises, promises!" she taunted, pressing herself against him.
He gave up and took her in his arms. His lips came over hers possessively. His hands played about her back, thrilling to the soft touch of the nylon. Angie slowly moved her leg inside his and twisted her body against him to let her tits give him greater excitement. She could feel his swollen cock against her. She felt his leg come up and press against her cunt. She opened her mouth and received his tongue as it came in hesitantly, then passionately.
His hand came up under her blouse and caressed along her waist. She pulled back from him just enough to give it room to glide around to the front and reach up for her waiting boobs. He gasped at the lush fullness as his fingers came about her tits. His hand wavered in disbelief at their loveliness, then adoringly gathered them. He cupped and caressed her tits, stroking them as though he'd never dreamed of holding such lovelies. His other hand reached inside the band of her skirt and discovered the softness of her ass, the roundness of her ass, the excitement of her ass.
Angie reached for his cock. She fingered about the contained mass, then felt the long cock separate itself from the swollen mixture of balls and cock. She quietly unzipped his pants to let it expand out to its full length. Timidly, she held his rod and slowly stroked it. His hand slipped around her ass as she turned so that he could finger amid the hairs of her cunt.
"Damn, but you are a sexy little broad," he whispered.
"Hot and sexy," she admitted. "Hot and sexy and ready."
His finger went into her cunt as she began to pump on his prick. He reached deeply within her hole, then slowly dragged his finger out over her clitoris. Angie wanted to squeal out with the delightful sensation. A man was actually finger fucking her! She didn't have a cock in her yet, but she did have a man's hand on her pussy. She responded by pumping furiously on his stretching prick. He worked her cunt just as rapidly. She could hear the play of his finger among the flowing juices down there. She felt the cock trembling in the excitement of her massage.
His mouth was at her ear. She could hear his gasping breath. His lips came down on her neck. His teeth pinched tender skin between them. She felt the delicious pain as she realized with pride that she would have one hell of a hickie to remember him by.
"I wish to hell I had a place to fuck you," he muttered through teeth which still held her tightly. "This'll just have to do."
He placed another finger in her cunt and spread and stroked and clawed at it. She rolled his skin back and forth along his prick-shaft more rapidly, squeezing the warm rod as though to milk it of its load. She felt his ass tremble as she forced him to orgasm. He was panting in her ear as she felt the hot jizz pour into her hand. Just a moment later, she felt a small orgasm come into her pussy. It would have to do, she decided, until she could get a cock in where those fingers were. She let her cunt thrill to the joy of his ecstatic fingers, pulsing with him, shaking with him.
The steward groped in his pocket for a handkerchief. Angie gook it and affectionately cleaned his steaming cock. He looked at her in awed appreciation as she leaned down and kissed his deflating dick.
"You are some sexy chick," he panted.
The cock still had some of his jizz on it. Angie kissed it again and deliberately tasted the milky substance. Gently she squeezed the now diminishing rod and smiled up at him.
"Glad to oblige," she told him. "Look me up when you're able to do the real thing."
With that she swirled through the curtain and returned to her seat. The passengers along the aisle looked at her suspiciously as she brazenly buttoned her blouse after she had returned to her seat. One step closer to being fucked, she thought, one step closer.
"Hey, Angie," the voice came through the crowd in the lounge, "over here."
She looked at the speaker in confusion for a moment, then realized it was her brother.
"Mitch!" she screamed, pushing past the other passengers and running to him. "I didn't recognize you!"
"After four years, I don't wonder," he replied, gathering her in his arms. "I sure as hell didn't recognize you. I'd never have found you except for those grey eyes. I'd never miss them."
He kissed her hard on the lips, then held her out for himself and looked her over well. Angie smiled at him and gave him a full view of projecting tits, dramatic ass, flashing legs, and seductive thighs.
She looked at her brother, his light-brown hair sparkling, his hundred eighty pounds on a six-foot-two frame, his face spread in a huge smile of approval, and leaped back into his arms. Mitch lifted her off the floor and spun about with her, holding her tightly as he turned, pressing her charms against his lean, hardened body. He put her back on the floor and took her face in his hands.
"Little sister, you have turned out to be some beautiful woman…"
Angie saw the same sparkle in his eyes that had gotten them into so much trouble as children, the same devilish glow that had led her mother to send Mitch to live with his father. She puckered her lips at him and blew hinja kiss.
"With a brother like you, I'd have to be pretty," she told him. "You sure did grow up to be a hell of a man."
She took his arm as they walked to get her baggage, thinking how Gloria would react to Mitch. Her friend, she was sure, would wet her pants at the sight of Mitchell Durham.
"Have you eaten?" Mitch asked her as they climbed into his small sports car and headed onto the freeway.
"On the plane," she said, "but if you haven't, then I'll have a cup of coffee while you eat."
He drove for thirty minutes, then wheeled the responsive little car off the highway and found a brightly lit restaurant. Angie sat watching him with adoring eyes while he ordered and ate. He ordered a drink before his meal and Angie agreed to let him get her one. He whispered that with her body he didn't think the waitress would question her age. He was right.
Her body got plenty of attention at the restaurant. Angie saw to that. She kept leaning forward to let her tits press against the soft nylon. She ignored the buttons which had worked loose and let the white skin sparkle as her globes threatened to burst completely free. Mitch attracted his share of attention as well, especially from the waitress. The girl was verging on being chubby, but had nice tits and firm thighs. Mitch winked across the table at his sister as he brushed his shoulder into the girl's boobs. While she brought his dinner and set it before him, he slipped a hand up her skirt and caressed her ass, Angie smiled sweetly and innocently at the girl when her eyes opened in surprise and shock. Later, they hugged each other on the way back to the car and laughed about the poor waitress being so flustered.
"Sis, you're still able to carry it off," Mitch beamed. "She looked at you as if to ask didn't you know what I was doing and you gave that perfect doesn't everyone smile."
"Doesn't everyone?" Angie giggled back at him. "I mean, really, doesn't everyone grab ass?"
Mitch reached over and patted her thigh. She grasped his hand before he could remove it and held it tightly against her leg. Slowly, as the car sped along the highway, she eased his hand upwards towards her pushy.
"Remember the time Mom caught us playing with each other," he laughed as his fingers pressed the thin summer skirt and stroked among her pussy hairs.
"And Dad accused her of having such a dirty mind," Angie added. "He was right. We didn't think there was anything dirty about it. We were just having fun. You had such a cute little pecker."
"It's not so cute now," Mitch commented. "In fact, it's getting positively excited."
Angie looked over at the swell in his trousers. She reached for, the lump and began to finger it. Her brother's hand closed about her pussy. She pressed her legs over the hand, holding it there while she began to unzip Mitch's pants.
"I guess that's why they couldn't make it," the blonde added. "Mom thought anything was dirty."
"And nothing is dirty for Dad," her brother continued. "Or, maybe, nothing is too dirty for Dad."
Angie reached inside his pants and began to pull her brother's swelling cock out. She petted it with both hands, turning her body so that her brother's fingers could more easily feel about her cunt.
"And Laura," Angie asked, "is she dirty?"
"Our new stepmom is one foxy chick," her brother blurted out. "Dad really did himself proud with that broad."
"Hey! Sounds like you have a crush on her, too."
"I admit the idea has crossed my mind – to get her in a crush. Especially since Dad's gone so much."
His sister stiffened at the suggestion. Not that she felt her brother owed their dad anything. Angie just didn't want to have to compete for her brother's attention. She pulled her hands from his cock and sat upright in the seat of the speeding car.
"Look, Sis," her brother protested, "I didn't say I was going to do anything. I just observed that she's an awfully tempting little cunt."
He took his hand from her cunt. Angie was afraid she had angered him with her show of jealousy. His hand came right back, though. This time it came beneath her skirt and worked its way inside her gossamer panties. She relaxed again at the feel of his finger in her pussy, slipping slowly about her clitoris. She, smiled over at him and leaned down towards his still erect prick. She held it in both hands and gently began kissing the head.
"Speaking of cunts," he said softly, "this one I have now feels awfully soft and nice."
"Good to have you there," she laughed, kissing his cock more fervently. She wondered if she and her brother would have fucked had they not become separated when she was twelve and he fourteen. Would she fuck him now? She looked down at his beautiful cock, so red and growing from her attentions. She looked up at his handsome face as he fought to concentrate on driving while his hand worked more feverishly into her cunt. Yes, she smiled, she'd fuck him. She would fuck him whenever he liked. He could stop the damn car right now and she'd fuck him in the grass beside the highway.
"It's beginning to get wet down there," he told her.
"I know," she admitted. Her pussy had been seeping its juice for several minutes now. She felt the flow of her box under the teasing play of his fingers. He worked her slowly, sensuously. Her clit vibrated with the delightful touch of his finger. She pressed her tits against his arm and moved them about in small circles. Her tongue made loving circles on the head of his rod. Salty, his cock-drippings tasted salty.
She felt him jerk in pleasure as she tentatively covered the head with her mouth. She held her mouth over her brother's cock, flicking her tongue across the end. Mitch's hand reacted vibrantly to her play. His plunging finger moved more rapidly about in her cunt. She felt his body tense in his excitement. His arm moved with her tits, revolved the delicious globes about, sliding lushly across her pulsing nipples.
"You are about as exciting a woman as I've ever found," he muttered with a noisy swallow.
"I hope so," Angie cooed, then took her brother's cock more deeply into her mouth. Her fingers played among his balls while she moved her face back and forth on his prick, joining her pumps with the rhythm of his finger in her pussy.
"I'll bet you've driven some men absolutely mad," he suggested as she felt his cock begin to jerk spasmodically in her mouth.
Angie did not answer that. She was not about to confess her virginity, sure that she'd frighten her handsome brother off. Gloria had warned her about it. Dirty old men might get a kick out of breaking a cherry, but most boys were frightened about that. They much preferred a girl who met them on equal terms, who honestly wanted to fuck and knew what it was all about. No, Angie was sure, she would keep her pristine state a secret.
She sucked suddenly on her brother's hot cock. Mitch tensed again with the sweet excitement of her play. The shaft trembled in her hand and searched upwards to bury itself more deeply into her delicious mouth. Angie sucked and blew on the wonderful tool while Mitch's fingers and hand tore ecstatically at her pussy. She felt her desire peaking. Her ass quivered, forcing her cunt more deliciously against his hand. Her cunt sucked at the probing finger. Her juice flowed about them, filling the car with its unique smell.
The salty taste in her mouth was stronger, the salty, almost antiseptic taste of his cum. He was coming, she realized. Her brother's cock was pouring its load into her mouth, pulsing upward rapidly and tremblingly into her mouth. Her tongue lapped about in the precious substance as she listened to the delightful sound of his finger moving in her sticky cunt-juice.
"I'm coming!" Mitch gasped. "Angie – Jesus, your mouth feels so fucking good!"
Angie couldn't answer, but she wanted to tell her brother that she was coming, too, coming like crazy.
They held onto each other as their bodies shook with ecstasy. Their bodies burned with excitement, their spirits soared from the delight of it. What a lucky girl, Angie kept thinking, what a lucky girl to have such a sexy brother.
Mitch marveled that he had kept control of the car in the midst of it all. He was delirious with anticipation. His sister knew what it took to please a man. This would be a hell of a summer. He could teach her what he knew and she could share her knowledge with him. They would learn the rest together. What a fantastic sexual vacation was before them!
Mitch drove the remainder of the way to their father's estate with an arm resting tightly against his sister's luscious tits, and his hand across her sweet pussy. She nestled against him and slowly, happily stroked his cock.