Thinking that his wife would probably be in the back yard trying to get it into shape, Dave made his way along the right side of the house. Dianne wasn't there. In fact, the place looked just like it had when he saw it a couple days ago. It was funny, because he knew she had wanted to get it fixed up as soon as possible. Oh well, she had probably gotten sidetracked.
He became aware of the radio music that came from their bedroom. He looked in and saw the flash of her blue bathrobe as she went from the bedroom into the bathroom. So she was taking a shower, that was where she was.
An exciting idea occurred to him. He would surprise her in the shower. They could soap each other up good and then adjourn to the bedroom. It was perfect.
He walked over to the kitchen door and went in, setting his briefcase down and hanging his jacket over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. It would be a lot more fun, he thought, if he took off his clothes and just got into the shower with her, unannounced. Was Dianne ever going to be surprised!
He shed the rest of his clothing quickly, carefully folding his pants and putting them on the chair with the rest of the stuff. He looked over into the bedroom again, but didn't see Dianne. She was still in the shower.
His balls itched and he scratched them. His cock was at about half-mast now, but rising higher with each second. By the time he reached the bathroom door, it stuck out rigidly in front of him.
Just the way Dianne likes it, he thought. Now for the fun.
He quietly stepped into the bathroom and stopped for a moment to consider the situation. He couldn't see the details through the shower curtain, but he saw her body moving as she washed herself under the water. She was humming along with the song that was on the radio. It looked to him as if she were washing her hair.
Continuing to watch the shadowy form move behind the shower curtain, Dave stepped over by the back of the tub. He would get in as soon as she bent down to get shampoo or cream rinse or soap off the tub ledge. He watched attentively for a moment, and then saw his chance.
Dave's hand pushed the curtain aside and he jumped in, carefully so as not to slip on the slick porcelain. He turned and saw the inviting half-moons of her buttocks presented to him, her legs barely concealing wisps of pussy-hair that peeked out. But he had only a second to glance at all this.
Automatically, he thrust his prick between her thighs, rubbing against the soft skin of the hairy cleft of her crotch. His hands reached around in front of her and grasped the pendulous masses that hung down from her chest.
"Gotcha!" he yelled. "I'm the afternoon rapist, and I demand your valuables!" As he said, this his hand went to her cunt. Immediately he realized something was wrong. It didn't feel… right.
"Jesus!" she yelled back. "What in the hell!"
She straightened up and twisted in his arms, his hands sliding over her slippery skin. He almost tumbled backward at the sudden motion. Her long, wet hair flipped against his throat as she turned. He couldn't believe his mistake.
"Bobbi!" He was stunned. "I thought you were Dianne! Oh, no, this is terrible… I don't know how to… I mean, I didn't know it was you. Jesus H. Christ! Uh, where's Dianne?" he finished lamely.
Bobbi was still amazed at finding someone in the shower with her. She recovered from her surprise quickly, faster than her brother-in-law. She almost had to laugh at his reddening, flustered face. He was so embarrassed.
"She… she's over at my place, talking to Mr. Giddings."
"Talking to him? What about?"
"I told him I was leaving. I changed my mind. But I didn't want to talk to him myself, so Dianne did."
The water ran over Bobbi's tawny flesh. She made no attempt to cover herself. Nor did he, suddenly realizing that his throbbing cock was still poised and ready for action.
They stared wordlessly at each other for a few moments, their eyes silently taking in each other's bodies. Then they began laughing as the ridiculousness of the situation struck them both at the same time.
Bobbi coyly turned her back as the laughter shook her. When the fit had passed, she took a deep breath.
"I don't know who was scared more – me when you grabbed me, or you when you realized I wasn't Dianne."
"I know, I know," Dave said. "But you looked pretty funny yourself when you turned around." He wished she would turn around again. He could never get enough of that slim young body.
"I guess I'd better get out now."
"No. We're relatives, after all. And you deserve something for frightening me that way. Scrub my back." She didn't add that she had been expecting her sister soon, and had been freshening herself for the sex she expected and desperately needed.
"When will Dianne be back?" he asked, taking the washcloth she offered him.
"I don't know. She's been gone for hours, and she was supposed to be back pretty soon after she left."
He lathered up her back and began to rub away. His hand slid over her easily with its soapy lubrication. He worked at the little hollows that formed under her shoulder blades, on either side of her spine. Her hair looked even longer when it was wet, and he gathered it together in a bundle with his free hand to keep it out of the way of his sudsy hand. He loved the curve of her ass. He longed to run his hands over her buttocks.
Practically against his will, he was working his way down that way. He massaged one tight ass cheek.
"Feel OK?" he asked.
"Ummm, feels real nice," she replied. "You're doing fine."
His prick was at full extension now. His caution was evaporating as his excitement flamed. He released her hair and placed his left hand on her waist as if to brace her against the counter-pressure of his washing hand. He continued rubbing her ass.
Then the washcloth was between her thighs and running up and down her cuntal area. She wanted to tell him to stop it, but the quickening pleasure in her groin made the protest die in her throat before she could utter it. It felt too good for her to ask him to quit. She wanted to have her pussy touched by his strong hand.
"Am I still doing all right?" he whispered in her ear as the water pelted down on their heads. In spite of his arousal he felt a little reluctant. He didn't know how she would react.
She spread her legs wider as the delectable sensations sharpened. He was so gentle, so careful. The pressure at her crotch was firm but not rough.
His breathing told her that he was excited, too, like her.
He moved his hand from her waist up to cup one full tit. He liked the weight of it in his hand, and he lifted a little to feel the heft of it. Yes, she definitely took after his wife. It was odd that their coloring was so different. Her breast swelled under his touch just like Dianne's did. The nipples were taut and outstretched in arousal, imploring his finger to play with them.
"Oh, yes," she panted. "It feels so good. But now let me wash you."
"Sure, be my guest."
She turned to face him and his manly scent met her nostrils in the steamy mist of the shower. She hung the washcloth on the towel rack. She wanted to use her hands and feel his skin directly.
His hairy chest felt so… different as she lathered it. She was surprised to see his flat little nipples perk up as her hand passed over them.
"Does that always happen?" she asked, looking up at him.
"No," he laughed. "Only when someone pays attention to them like you just did. Of course, you can't see the difference like you can with yours."
He playfully tweaked the two taut nubbins, sending a shiver through the young girl.
"Here," he said, sloshing fresh water over his chest to remove the soap. "Take one in your mouth and suck. Use your teeth, but not too hard."
This was exciting! She was finding out new things, things she had never thought about before. He was patient with her, not demanding. She did not feel threatened like she had with Ron, only horny. It was different now, and she thought that maybe she had Dianne to thank for that.
Her head eagerly bent down to his chest and she sucked the dark coin of his nipple into her mouth. There was almost no taste at all. She whipped her tongue over the hard little point and pressed it against the backs of her front teeth. She rolled it a few times, lubricating it well with her saliva. This was making her more excited. She held it in with the suction of her mouth, getting her teeth on either side. She bit down, trying to go easy as he had said, but her excitement made her bear down harder than she meant to.
"Owww!" The nipple jerked out of her mouth.
"Oh… I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"Yes… I mean no, not really. It felt good." He looked down at his chest. "Just as long as you didn't draw blood," he laughed. "You really don't know much about men, do you?"
"N-no, I guess I don't," she replied. "But I think I want to learn."
"Good. Why don't you wash my prick now." He could hardly wait to feel her smooth hands on his upright prong.
She lathered up her hands and spread the soap quickly over his cock and balls. He grunted once as she did so. She paid close attention to him. She had never really been able to look at a cock at close range like this. The head grazed along her wrist as her hand went to the hairy sac that hung below. She slowly moved her hand, letting his balls rub against the slick palm of her hand. His cock throbbed more forcefully now.
"Oohhh, yes, baby, that's it. Now touch the back, the underside."
As she massaged, he jerked and inhaled sharply. Her other hand found his prick and wrapped around it. It was so big! She could with a little effort get her thumb to touch the tips of the fingers on the underside of his shaft, but she had to squeeze the spongy mass of flesh to manage it. Her manual compression made him groan again.
He liked it! She moved her hand to a different place and squeezed again, taking care that her fingernails didn't dig into the sensitive skin. She was rewarded with another groan and a wiggle of his hips.
Two hands should be better than one, she thought. She grasped his cock with both hands, bracing one hand against the hard place, in the thicket of pubic hair and putting the other against it, as if she were holding a baseball bat. The rod seemed iron hard to her first touch, but it gave slightly when she squeezed, this time with bath hands. She continued the movement, making it more rhythmic and speeding up. Only the purplish glans showed fully now, flaring outward when she applied pressure, then thinning when she released.
She squeezed as hard as she dared.
If this luscious girl kept it up, he was going to come right in her hands! Abruptly, the alternating pressure stopped, though her hands remained on him. She was staring down at his prick.
"What's wrong?" he panted. "You're doing great! Don't stop now."
"I just noticed that you're… you're leaking!" She giggled. "Did you come?"
"Hell, no!" he roared, finally understanding. His young sister-in-law put on a good act of knowing everything about sex, the way she bounced around, but he had not until now understood the extent of her ignorance.
"That's just pre-seminal fluid," he said, feeling like a professor lecturing a class. "It means that I'm very excited. I didn't come, but I would have in another minute or so. It's just like the way your cunt juices when you're excited."
She took the clear drop from the tiny slit of his cock and rolled it between two fingers. It was very slippery, almost slimy. Already another drop was forming slowly at the tip of his cock.
"Would you like a taste of things to come?" he asked. She looked at him blankly. "I mean, would you like to suck it?"
"Oh yes!" she said, her hands resuming their hold. But she looked dubious. "But I don't think it would all fit in my mouth. And I might do it wrong – I might hurt you."
"Don't worry. I'll tell you what to do."
His legs were tensed against the sides of the tub. He realized that he was getting uncomfortable from having stood there so long. It would be better if she would give him head in the bed, where he could lie down. He motioned to her to get out, and she turned off the water as he stepped onto the rug. The excitement was bright in her eyes as they toweled off. She could hardly wait to get his hard prick in her mouth.
He went out to the bed and lay down on his back. She stood at the foot watching him uncertainly.
"What do I do first?"
"Well, to begin with, you can get on the bed and lick my balls. But whatever you do, don't use your teeth this time."
She nodded in agreement. Her head went between his legs, her damp hair falling over his stomach and legs. She grasped the base of his cock in her left hand, so she could get to his tightening balls easily. But there was really no need, because his erect prick was standing straight up in the air. The idea of directing this all-too-willing girl to go down on him was tremendously arousing!
Her tongue went out to follow the shallow hollow that divided his sperm-sacs. The short hairs tickled her nose. As her tongue wetly swished over the curves, she felt him tense. She gently took one testicle in her mouth, letting her tongue caress it lovingly. Then, using her free hand, she slipped the other one in. They did not fill her mouth, so she inched up until all of the scrotal skin was inside. She bathed his balls in the warm juices of her mouth for a moment, then began to move her tongue.
"Take it easy, now, don't go too fast or too hard. Oh, yes, that's it, that's just exactly right. Just sort of warm them up. That's perfect. Remember that a man's balls are the most sensitive part of his body, except possibly for his cock."
She wanted to get his prick in her mouth. She let the balls pop out of her mouth and moved to his stiff dick. Her lips formed a tight ring around his engorged glans as she used the point of her tongue to capture the clear fluid that was again emerging from the hole in his meat.
"Whoa? Not so fast! You've got to lick and kiss and nibble first. Tease around a while before you get down to serious sucking."
"I just wanted to see what you tasted like," she said as she rolled his slippery juices on her tongue, tasting them. Not bad, she decided. It had a stronger taste than Dianne's pussy juice.
"I like it," she purred. "I wish there were more."
"There is. I'll show you a trick every boy learns before he's thirteen. See that ridge on the bottom of my prick? Put your thumb at the very bottom and push up. Keep a firm pressure."
She did as he told her to. As her thumb neared the small pinch of skin where the glans started on the underside of his cock, she was delighted to see more of the exciting, delicious wetness emerge and cling to the head. She immediately clamped her hips over the bulb and licked away every drop, thrilling to its pungent taste. Her tongue darted at his slit so as not to miss a drop.
"OK… Jesus… take it easy," he moaned.
Her sweet mouth left him. "Don't you like it?"
"I love it! But don't do that just yet. Do like I told you before."
She felt like she was on fire. She felt a hunger in her cunt that she was trying to fill by way of her mouth. She drove back down on the stiff rod and began to nibble and lick it, working up from the base to the head. She paid careful attention to the taut skin on the head of his prick, working her tongue over the surface, as if it were a lollipop.
He was moving his hips now as her tongue laved him. There was an increasing pressure in his balls that demanded to be relieved. But the best part had not happened yet.
"Oh baby, sweet baby… take it in your mouth… now… suck it, suck it!"
They were both breathing hard. Her clit was throbbing insistently for attention.
"You do it to me, too, at the same time! Please!"
"OK, yes! Move that pussy of yours over here where I can get at it."
She obliged by reversing herself over him, swinging her cunt to his mouth. A few drops of moisture dripped onto his chin. He lapped her cleft from top to bottom to remove all the residue, but it came out of her as if from a well. It seemed that the more he sucked, the more she produced. It was incredible!
He put his hands around her smooth young flanks and pushed her cunt down even harder on his lapping tongue. He had expected for her to have a tight little virgin hole, but he was not at all prepared for the actual proportions. His tongue could only penetrate a little way past the tough hymen at the entrance. He doubted that his finger would even go through, unless maybe he used the smallest one.
He wanted to bust her cherry in the worst way. He wanted to feel the thick head of his prick bust through that membrane and into the warm folds within! He knew that she had never had another cock in her, and the excitement of being the first appealed so strongly to him that he lifted her cunt off his face to tell her to lie down and turn over.
The absence of his sweet tongue and lips was more than she could take. She thrust herself back down on his wonderful mouth. Instinctively, his lips and tongue resumed their activity as her thighs clamped onto his head demandingly.
As the sensations resumed their intensity, she redoubled her mouth work. Her tongue lashed at the crown of his prick. She loved the way it filled her mouth. The head bumped the back of her throat as she moved her head up and down. She quickened the up-and-down motion. She felt like some maniac now, wanting his cock in her mouth. She wanted to make him come and come and come. She groaned helplessly as his tongue swiveled around her clit, alternating with his sucking lips.
The groan seemed to reverberate all through his dick in mind-shattering vibrations. He thought again of de-flowering her, and made his tongue pointed and stiff, jamming it into the tiny vaginal orifice. Getting the idea, she moved up and down as far as she could, his stiff tongue stretching her cherry to its limit.
They came together, his tongue feeling the new wetness seeping from her cuntal walls to trickle out of the little opening his tongue was attacking. His balls churned as his jumping pecker spewed its boiling load into her warm mouth. She felt the stream of cum splash against her cheeks and she swallowed convulsively.
It had been a magnificent orgasm for her, but she felt as if it were only a beginning. She moved off him as his prick grew softer and limper in her hand. She felt ready for anything. It was like a tiger had just been released from its cage.
"Oh, God, that was fantastic! Let's do it again! Only this time I want you to fuck me!"
Her words made his pulse quicken, but his cock lay lifelessly between his legs. "Shit," he panted, "I haven't recovered from the last one! Give me a chance. I'm not made of steel, you know."
"I bet I can make it hard again," Bobbi said.
In spite of his weak protests, she took the limp cock between her lips and began to tongue him again. At first the licking motions were almost painful on his sensitive prick, but soon the torturing lapping turned to a sweet sensation that made his buttocks tense. Sure enough, his cock was slowly growing larger and harder again.