Sister's Forbidden Lust
(Anthony James)


CHAPTER 1 

Stan Greenwood had been badgering me for quite some time to go for a ride 
with him in his brand-new Porsche sports car. 

I had been putting him off for a little while mainly because I had heard so 
much about how he expected a girl to put out too much too fast. I mean, even 
though I'm no prude at sixteen, and have had a few affairs, I don't like 
some guy who gives me the rush act. 

Stan thinks that he's God's gift to women in the first place, and he gets 
away with most girls, mainly because his old man is such a prominent doctor 
in the community. He's loaded with money, and from the time he was a little 
kid Stan has been used to getting every-thing he's wanted. Naturally, now 
that he's a junior in high school, he expects all the young girls that he 
can get. 

I let him drive me home, and, after we stopped for a few moments to have a 
soda, we got into his car and he drove me straight to-ward my place. He was 
actually conducting himself so much like a gentleman that I could hardly 
believe it. He didn't seem to be in character with the Stan Greenwood I had 
heard so much about. 

He pulled his Porsche to a stop near a tree several doors from my house. 

"But it's up there, Stan," I pointed. 

"I know, but I've got a few other ideas," he grinned. 

Next thing I knew he was sliding his hot red lips forward. They plunged with 
effervescent excitement against mine. I must say, that even though he took 
me by surprise, the kiss couldn't help but give me some terrific 
satisfaction, particularly down between my legs in my pussy. 

I could feel the waves of titillation sweeping through my vagina as his lips 
continued to remain pressed firmly against mine. 

As his lips remained locked securely against mine, ,he first reached down 
with both hands, letting his fingers cup around my buttocks. Even though he 
was feeling the material of my skirt, he gripped me so securely that I felt 
waves of sensation. 

While his fingers were moving snugly against the material around my 
buttocks, his lips seemed to press against mine even harder than before. He 
put every bit of oomph that he could into his movements. 

He released his lips from mine every bit as quickly as they had initially 
pressed against my lips. This time his tongue darted with magnificent ease 
inside my mouth. Before I even had time to gulp, his tongue was con-verging 
hungrily against mine. I loved the sensation of his tongue bathing against 
my own, even though I knew it would be a terrible mistake to encourage him. 
But for the time being he had me overpowered, and there was nothing I could 
do about it. 

Yes, I did attempt to squirm free for a little bit, but my efforts were 
unsuccessful. The moment that my buttocks began to wiggle, he reached out 
and let his arms wrap securely around my body. He tugged good and hard, 
determined not to let me go. 

He kept up his rhapsodic French kissing for a long time. It seemed like 
forever before he finally withdrew his tongue from my mouth. 

He certainly wasn't through, not by a long shot. As a matter-of-fact, if he 
had had his way, we would have stripped and done it together right there in 
that car. I knew it, and that was what terrified me. He was every bit as 
bold as the girls I had talked to had said, if not even more so. 

He went to work with his right hand, sliding it up along my left leg, then 
finally making penetration inside my skirt. 

His eager fingers quickly found their way inside my panties. With great 
speed, and skill he slipped them inside my white silky panties, then let 
them begin to maneuver against my vagina. 

"Let me go, damn it," I shrieked. 

Stan figured that the best way to shut me up would be to let his tongue 
plunge once more inside my mouth, so that's precisely what he did. This time 
his long red tongue was darting with even greater excitement than before. 
With spectacular ease he smoothly moved it along against my tongue, 
generating additional electricity within both of us. 

While our tongues continued to collide, he moved his fingers more swiftly 
than before against my velvety vagina. 

I tingled as his fingers touched my blonde pubic hairs. He had my pubic 
mound in an uproar, and all it really took were a few well-timed finger 
movements before I began to juice a little. I mean, it wasn't what you would 
call a full-fledged orgasm, but I recognized that, with just a little more 
effort, I would soon be at the orgasm stage. 

As the dew drops spilled against his fingers, he withdrew his tongue from my 
mouth. 

"Oh boy, I'm already feeling some juice," Stan sighed. "I want to suck you, 
honey. I'm gonna pull down your skirt and panties, then bury my head between 
your legs." 

"We're sitting in a car, you crazy son-of-a-bitch. A sports car at that" 

"There's a top over it," he laughed. "I wouldn't think of doing something 
like this with the top down." 

"You know what I mean. It's still risky." 

"You get scared too easy. You're too much of a prude." 

"I don't know you that well, Stan. I was told you were bad. But you're even 
worse than I thought." 

"Quiet down." 

By that time his fingers were curling around the back of my skirt. I knew 
that it would only be a matter of a few seconds before he would unzip my 
skirt, then pull it off. 

I decided that if I was going to make a move at all, it would have to be at 
that moment. 

Suddenly, I reached out with my right hand, delivering a swift, decisive 
slap which caught him on the side of the face. 

The slap was good enough to do the trick. He dropped his hands suddenly, 
giving me a chance to make my escape from the car. 

"What the hell was that for?" he asked, rubbing the side of his face. 

By the time he sufficiently recovered, I was on the sidewalk and walking 
swiftly toward my house. 

"Come back here," he called out frantically, jumping out of the car and 
walking toward me. 

"That's my brother's car in the driveway over there," I pointed toward 
Mike's green Nova in the driveway. "You just better watch it. He's nineteen 
and a great athlete. I don't think you'd want to tangle with him." 

"I know all about your brother's reputation," Stan said sarcastically. "You 
don't have to try and impress me." 

"I'm not trying to impress you. I'm just trying to tell you what'll happen 
to you if you give me any more trouble." 

"I don't want to make war, I want to make love," he said with disgust. 

"Try it on some other girl who-likes to be treated like a tramp." 

"You've got the wrong idea." 

"I've got the right idea," I said, storming away. 

Stan shook his head, then walked dejectedly back to his car. 

Just as I was entering the front door of the house, I heard him gunning it. 
I turned around and watched him jotting off swiftly in the distance. He 
certainly didn't like to be thwarted once he had sex in mind. 

As I opened the door and walked inside the house, I had mixed feelings. Even 
though I hadn't liked the idea of him coming on that fast, in trying to take 
advantage of me, I could never forget those beautiful sensations he supplied 
with his fingers. He really knew how to work them against my nest, and all 
it had taken were a few of his strokes for me to begin to spill some pussy 
juice. 

The last few months I had had so many opportunities for sex that I couldn't 
even begin to count them all. 

Maybe I'm only sixteen, but I've got the kind of face and body that make 
most women turn passionate red with envy. I know, because I've seen it 
happen enough times. My breasts are a perfectly formed thirty-eight inches, 
and my hips thirty-six. When you measure those assets against a twenty-two 
inch waist, coupled with long, flowing blonde hair and green eyes, you get 
the point. I'm in constant demand. 

I surrendered my pussy for the first time just a few weeks after my 
sixteenth birthday, and since then the hectic race has been on. Every guy at 
school wants into my cock-pit, along with a number of guys who go to school 
with my brother Mike, even though they're afraid to make a move in front of 
him. 

I entered the living room, calling out to my brother. My folks wouldn't be 
home from work for another hour yet, and, after Mike failed to reply, I 
figured he was probably in his room studying. 

I walked quickly down the hall toward his room, deciding to look in on him 
just to make certain that he was there and studying. Since his car was out 
in front, my curiosity was aroused. 

From the time that I was just a little tot, I had always had a profound 
admiration for Mike. At nineteen, he was all that a young guy could dream of 
being. 

For one thing, he had a full 4-year athletic scholarship to State 
University, where he was their star miler. 

I saw him in every one of his track meets and the hero worship I held for 
him seemed to increase rather than diminish the older that I got. 

As I approached his room, I thought I heard strange sounds coming from 
inside it. It sounded like people panting. At first I thought that my ears 
were playing tricks on me, but when I opened the door just a crack, I got a 
full view of everything. 

Mike was sprawled out in the middle of his bed, stark naked. 

His legs were spread widely, and his face was reddening with increasing 
desire as he lay there, being spiritedly sucked-off by his girl friend, 
dark-haired Sarah Fletcher. 

Since I had seen Sarah around the house a number of times with Mike, I kind 
of figured that they had a good deal going between them, but it was really 
something being jolted for the first time. I mean, actually seeing your own 
brother in the act with a good-looking chick. 

Sarah was a senior, two years older than Mike, and had been a princess at 
the last homecoming-day festivities. 

Her long, black locks bounced in her self-created breeze as her head bobbed 
up and down. 

Sarah was also naked, and she possessed a body that was just about as 
beautiful as mine. 

I observed her long, flowing breasts bouncing in all their firmness along 
with the rest of Sarah's body as she let her lip and tongue drag along the 
tip of Mike's hard penis. 

She began to accelerate her movements over his throbbing member, which was 
swollen to full length. It bulged with flaming desire, ready to explode from 
the swift movements generated by Sarah's tongue. 

"Keep sweeping your tongue over my dick," Mike sighed. "I love your 
movements, honey, keep the tongue moving quickly. As a matter-of-fact, you 
can even move it faster. I love what you're doing." 

His words of encouragement sparked Sarah all the more. Her long, smooth, 
firm legs began to tremble from the burning activity that was in progress. 

Her tongue, which had been concentrating on the burning tip of Mike's 
throbbing stock, soon began to extend itself to other parts of his phallus. 

She began to let her tongue slide down the base of his long stem, and as she 
continued making fervent contact with his cock, she let the fingers of both 
hands start to wind their way around his balls. 

She worked her tongue eagerly on his testicles, tickling his balls while she 
kept on sucking the full length of his cock. 

I could soon see a difference in his reaction after she began to work her 
fingers around his balls. His buttocks began to bounce resoundingly on top 
of the bed, and as I heard the bedsprings begin to jangle, I couldn't help 
but feel those same tingles of delight in my pussy that had been there just 
a few minutes earlier when Stan Greenwood was getting fresh with me. 

 CHAPTER 2 

I guess I never fully realized that I was turned on sexually with my brother 
Mike until I saw him lying there naked, his body threshing eagerly on top of 
the bed as he got his cock sucked. 

Instinctively, I reached back with my right hand and grabbed my zipper. I 
pulled it down quickly, wiggling my hips fervently as I got out of my skirt. 

I watched the skirt angle down my legs. Once more I couldn't help but 
realize what a nifty set of gains I had been blessed with. I certainly had 
them admired enough by young men. Come to think of it, by men of all ages. 

I let the skirt slip down all the way to my ankles, then stepped out of it. 
All the while the burning sensations continued to multiply in my pussy. 

My eyes were fixed on brother Mike's prick, which was getting the 
first-class treatment from Sarah's talented tongue. 

I couldn't help but think that Sarah had a lot more going for her than good 
looks and a good figure. Maybe she had a reason beyond those two factors for 
being named homecoming princess. If she gave head like that enough times, 
she couldn't help but make a big splash among the men on the campus. 

Sarah bounced up and down with spectacular grace as she kept up her swift 
tongue efforts. She would let her tongue run up and down the full length of 
Mike's dick, then would work it back to the tip of his throbbing pecker. 
That way she was giving it to him the best of both ways. All the while, as 
she kept up her sizzling tongue efforts, she would work her fingers smoothly 
around his bulging testicles. 

I kept imagining how seething he must have been both in his cock and balls, 
judging by the reactions he was giving out with to her movements. 

"Scrape your tongue all the way down my cock," he cried out. "I'm not that 
far from finishing, baby. You're gonna get a spectacular load of juice 
inside your mouth. Collect every drop of it. You deserve a treat like that. 
A nice, hot lunch. That's what you're gonna get. Hell, there'll be more than 
lunch. It'll be dinner, and a damned good one at that." 

Her tongue continued sliding up and down the full length of his throbbing 
stick. As he moved that much closer to the final stages of the act, Mike 
reached out with his trembling hands. 

I watched as his fingers gripped Sarah's head. He was forcing her down over 
his huge rod, making her suck him just the way that he wanted it. 

"Keep moving your tongue," he gasped. "Keep sucking, honey. Go after my 
pecker juice. I'm gonna spill a sea of hot jissum in your mouth. It's gonna 
be like a damned earth-quake, honey, but a lot more fun. The stuff is gonna 
come spilling into your mouth. I want you to eat every drop of it." 

His sexy words, coupled with the hardness of his cock and the spirited way 
in which Sarah was sucking it, caused me to reach out next and grab the 
elastic of my silky white panties. 

With great speed, I pulled them down my legs, listening to the sounds of the 
silk scraping against my firm skin. 

I looked down at my white-thatched pubic mound. I thought about how, just a 
short time ago, Stan had succeeded in getting his fingers inside it. 

My instincts were completely taking charge of me. As I watched Sarah's 
sucking with hypnotic fascination, the fingers of my right hand began to 
maneuver against my mound. 

At first I let my fingers move slowly against my pubic hairs. I couldn't 
help but notice that the sensations were almost identical with those 
supplied by Stan just a short time before. In a way I was sorry that I 
didn't let him at least play with my pussy until I juiced. But, of course, I 
also had to recognize that he was interested in more than that. He admitted 
that his next order of business would have been to suck my snatch. 

My fingers began to work with brisk ease as I let them come into steady 
contact with my mound. Before I knew it I was beginning to juice, continuing 
to watch the fascinating spectacle of Sarah going down on Mike while my 
fingers flew. 

The closer that she moved him to the act of orgasm, the more frenziedly my 
fingers began to glide against my mound. 

My vaginal lips quaked with sensation from my quick, precise movements. I 
masturbated for all I was worth, letting the juice flow as Sarah kept up her 
antics. I imagined what it would be like for me to turn my tongue loose on 
Mike's hard cock. Even though, as I earlier said, I fooled around a little 
with guys, and had let a few inside my pussy with their cocks, I hadn't yet 
blown one. 

A few of them really made a fuss about it, wanting me to suck their rods, 
but I never felt quite that close to any of them. I had thought about 
cock-sucking as something strange and off-beat, even though a number of my 
girl friends had told me how much fun it could be. I figured that they could 
go ahead and do it, but that I wasn't about to. 

Suddenly, I was re-evaluating everything. The longer that I observed Sarah's 
head bouncing up and down as she delivered her tongue stabs with dedication 
toward Mike's rod, the more envious I felt toward her. 

Mike moved his fingers carefully through her hair, enjoying the steady 
finger contact as she kept up her incessant sucking. 

"Keep going, I'm practically there, you've just about got me off," Mike 
sighed. 

I observed the beads of sweat beginning to surface on his forehead, and his 
legs were quivering with great anticipation while she kept up her steady 
activity, working her tongue up and down his instrument. 

She slowed down her pace as she moved into the final few stages of the act. 
Sarah was readying herself for the first few droplets of Mike's jissum. 

I remembered how some girls I knew had told me about those first few 
spurting sensations. One girl had said that there was nothing like it, that 
she preferred it to any other kind of sex activity. 

From what I was observing, I could now be-gin to see exactly what she meant. 
It was great watching Mike go out of his gourd with fascination while Sarah 
kept on faithfully working her tongue up and down his dick. 

Whereas she had been working her fingers more sharply against his balls 
earlier, she slowed down the movements. She let her fingers touch his 
testicles ever so smoothly and carefully. Sarah was intent on draining every 
bit of emotion and sensation from Mike before the first few droplets of cum 
began to spill out of the end of his mammoth organ. 

Mike's face began to redden, and drops of sweat trickled down both sides of 
his face. I could see from the intense expression on his face that he wasn't 
far removed from the big moment. 

My legs began to quiver about as nervously as Mike's from the activity I was 
generating with my fingers. I heaved a sigh as I gushed, placing my hand 
over my mouth so that I wouldn't be heard. I certainly didn't want to be 
caught looking in on their fuck session. 

Sarah finally released her fingers from Mike's balls. She tickled the tip of 
his penis one more time with her tongue, then slid it all the way down his 
long pole. 

A few strokes later, Mike began to erupt. His buttocks bounced up and down 
on the bed and he gave a loud sigh. 

A few gasps later, I observed the first few drops of his white sperm 
spilling out of the end of his nervous cock. "This is it, go get it," he 
gasped. 

I watched Sarah brace herself. She wore a look of steady determination as 
her tongue made contact with Mike's sperm. 

After those first few drops, the deluge hit. The burning semen began to 
spill uncontrollably out of the end of Mike's dick. All the while he heaved 
a loud sigh, watching with open-mouthed amazement as his lover did all in 
her power to corral every drop of precious liquid. 

I could tell from the way Sarah went about it that she had had a good deal 
of experience. She slurped with everything she had, determined to swallow 
his entire load. 

"Stay with it," Mike encouraged. 

While she kept on swallowing the spurting droplets of juice, Mike ran his 
fingers affectionately through her hair. He enjoyed the treatment that he 
was getting from Sarah, who valued his orgasmic load highly. 

As the juices continued to flow unrestrainedly from Mike's cock into Sarah's 
waiting mouth, I felt more envious than ever of Sarah. Even though I had 
never had a load, and even though I had been anything but impressed upon 
listening to girl friends of mine tell me about what it was like to receive 
a man's cum, I hadn't been the least bit interested until I saw my own 
brother being sucked off by Sarah. 

I figured that if she could give him sensations of that sort, so could I. 

As I began to evaluate my thoughts and jealousies, however, I couldn't help 
but begin to feel guilty. Was I flipping out or something? After all, Mike 
was my brother. Sarah certainly had more of a right to have sex with him 
than I did. Sure he loved me, but in a much different way than he did 
somebody like Sarah. 

I spent the next few seconds trying to silently rationalize that Mike hadn't 
really meant that much to me at all sexually. It was just that he had a long 
hard cock, and that I hadn't realized up until that point what I was 
missing. 

If I could just go down on a hot young guy and taste his load, I told 
myself, then the mystery would be over. 

As I watched Sarah gobble down the final few drops of Mike's huge load, I 
knew it was time for me to put my clothes back on and go to my room. 

Then I watched Mike pull Sarah toward him and deliver a kiss to her lips. 

"That's for being such a great cock-sucker," he winked. 

I pulled my panties up quickly, and my skirt. 

As I moved quickly down the hall toward my bedroom, I felt in something of a 
daze. 

Despite my unswerving love and dedication toward Mike, never had I looked 
toward him in such an obvious sexual context as I just had. 

I still couldn't quite understand what had motivated me to watch him with 
intensity, then remove my skirt and panties and play with my pussy. 

All kinds of emotions were flooding through me. One moment I would envy 
Sarah, while the next I would begin to feel guilty over having spied on 
them. 

There was one thing, though, that I just couldn't deny. I had received 
tremendous kicks watching Sarah exercise her tongue over Mike's long cock. 

I couldn't help but wonder just what I would do with an opportunity to let 
my tongue glide with a young man's penis. Just maybe I would take the plunge 
sometime, I thought, and perhaps I would learn to like it just as well as 
Sarah obviously did. 

Once more I thought back to Stan, and the way that he had recklessly thrown 
himself at me. 

 CHAPTER 3 

The next morning, Stan eagerly approached me. 

"Say, sorry about yesterday afternoon," he said. 

"You should be sorry," I looked at him and pouted. "You're all hands, Stan." 

"Look, Susan. like I said, I'm sorry. I really want to make it up to you." 

"I'll bet," I said sarcastically. "If that's what you do to me without even 
really getting to know me, I can imagine just how you'd act if you really 
did know me." 

"Please don't be so mean to me," he shook his head. 

I looked at him for several seconds, saying nothing. It was funny how fast 
my anger melted once he gave me that hurt, wounded little-boy look. The 
longer I looked at him, the more I thought about what I had seen in Mike's 
bedroom. I recalled how much fun he had had being sucked off by Sarah. And 
it certainly appeared that Sarah had enjoyed herself equally. Perhaps I 
ought to at least give Stan a chance, I thought. 

"Just how would you make it up to me, Stan?" I asked. 

"My folks are gonna be gone for the week-end, so they won't be using the 
beach house. I told you about the beach house, didn't I?" 

"I think you did mention it when you were driving me home. What about it?" 

"I just thought that maybe you'd like to see it. You know, I could fix you a 
Coke or some-thing. After we sun ourselves at the beach." 

"That's right. Tomorrow is Saturday, isn't it?" 

"It sure is. I can hardly wait to be free of school for the weekend." 

"You and me both." 

"I thought girls liked school, Susan," he chuckled. 

"Not this one." 

"Then you're like me. I don't like it either." 

"I get bored by it. There's so many better things around to do." 

"I feel the same way." 

"Maybe I was a little too harsh. But I'm just warning you, Stan. Don't come 
on like that again. I still haven't completely recovered." 

"You got my word. How about me picking you up at your place at I o'clock 
tomorrow afternoon?" 

"That would be fine." 

We parted company at that point, going to our respective classes. 

I was really looking forward to going to the beach with Stan. I couldn't 
help but recognize a boyish charm about him. He was younger than my brother 
Mike, and definitely a little on the immature side, but it was a refreshing 
kind of immaturity. The kind of immaturity that made you wonder always what 
he was going to do next. 

Before going to the beach on Saturday, I spent a little. time sunning myself 
in the back yard. I put on the same snug white bikini that I would be 
wearing to the beach, and I must say that the longer I admired myself in it 
in the mirror, the more convinced I became that I would make Stan's eyes pop 
out once he saw me in it. 

Mike left the house in the middle of the moving, telling me that he was 
going to school for a study session in the library with some friends. 

"You going out today ? " he asked. 

"I've got a date with Stan Greenwood," I told him. 

"Be careful of that guy. He's got quite a reputation." 

"I can handle myself in the clinches," I smiled. 

"I hope so. I hear he's a wild one. Better not get wild with you. As I've 
said before, if any of those guys give you any trouble, just let me know." 

"I will." 

It made me feel good to know that my big, strong brother was so eager to 
protect me from the wolves at school. 

Stan arrived right on the dot, honking his horn. I climbed into his Porsche, 
wearing a mu-mu. I was saving my bikini act for the beach. 

He parked the car in the driveway' of the beach house. He took me inside to 
see it briefly, and I expressed amazement at its beauty. I liked, in 
particular, the huge picture window out of which you could see the splashing 
waters of the Pacific Ocean. 

"Let's get some of that afternoon sunshine," he suggested. 

"Just give me a chance to take this off," I said, pointing to my mu-mu. 

Stan stood and watched as I removed the mu-mu, stepping out of it and 
showing him my beautiful bikini-clad form. 

"Are you ever built," he whistled. 

I smiled, walking beside him as we carried a couple of blankets out into the 
sandy beach area. 

Stan took particular delight in covering me with tanning lotion. Every time 
that his hand would touch my arm or leg, I could observe his penis harden. 
It impressed me to know that he was that impressionable to every touch. It 
meant that I had high voltage sex appeal. 

We stayed out in the sunshine-until we both became a little on the red side. 

At that point Stan suggested that we go back into the house. 

"I don't know about you, but I'm a little thirsty," he smiled. "Being out in 
that hot sun really makes you work up a sweat." 

"I'm thirsty, too." 

I thought he would offer me a soft drink, but instead he opened up the 
refrigerator and showed me a seemingly endless row of beer cans. 

"Let's have a beer," he said. 

"I'm not much on drinking. As a matter-of-fact, it doesn't take much at all 
to get me soused. Don't you have anything else?" 

"Gosh, I thought there'd be Cokes in there," he shook his head. "I guess Mom 
and Dad have been doing nothing but drinking beer down here." 

I didn't find his statement very convincing. I got the feeling that he had 
planned it that way all along. 

He quickly guzzled down a beer, taunting me to match him. 

"Come on, I'm opening a second," he said. "You finish your first and I'll 
give you another one." 

I stepped out of character and drank a lot faster than I should have, 
finishing the beer. 

I then joined him for a second one. About midway through it, I really began 
to feel the effects of the beer. 

At first I became dizzy, then groggy. But finally the grogginess began to 
wear off and I started feeling giddy. I could tell that Stan was feeling the 
same way. 

Every time he would take a sip from the beer can, he would look over at me 
that much more affectionately. I could see the rising glow of intensity 
written all over his face. 

He finally eased his body over next to mine as I lay sprawled out on the rug 
in the middle of the room. 

He began by rubbing my forehead affectionately, then let his fingers glide 
ever so soothingly through my long, blonde hair. 

"That hair's so soft, so groovy to touch," he said. "I really dig you, 
honey." 

I could see that he was warming up to me fast, but this time I just wasn't 
in the mood to object. He had a determined expression on his face, one that 
convinced me of his expectations. 

After his fingers had moved soothingly through my hair, reminding me of what 
I had seen Mike do to Sarah while she was sucking his cock, he slipped the 
fingers of his right hand inside my bikini top. 

I watched his cock harden with great exhilaration as his fingers came into 
contact with my right breast. He fondled my nipple with great affection, 
moving his finger and titillating my tits. Occasionally he would apply a 
little pressure and squeeze my nipple, which caused my whole body to shake. 

"I like the size of your tits," he grinned. "They're just made to order for 
my fingers." 

While the fingers of his right hand worked on my left breast and nipple, he 
moved his other hand inside my other breast. He moved it fervently inside 
the bikini top, then squeezed my breast. 

"I sure love touching your tits," he said. "That's one sure way to get a 
woman hot for sex." 

He moved his fingers with spectacular grace and ease over my firm flesh. He 
then released his fingers from my breasts, undoing my bikini top. 

I watched the top drop to the floor, then observed his head dropping between 
my breasts. 

He quickly sucked the area separating the breasts, working his tongue 
swiftly and thoroughly, enjoying every contact. 

I couldn't help but sharply react to what was happening to me. My hips began 
to sway back and forth. That was the first move. After that a steady 
procession ensued. At once my hips were in motion, my buttocks and thighs 
began to undergo the same kind of activity. 

The longer that his tongue swept up and down, supplying tremendous 
sensations to the shadowy valley which separated my breasts, the more 
uninhibited I began to feel. 

The girl who had fought Stan off the other afternoon was ten thousand miles 
away. She had been replaced by a newer, sexier model of Susan Stafford. 

He left a trail of saliva as a result of his brisk tongue movements. He 
withdrew his tongue from the pendulous valley between my breasts, letting it 
go to work on my left tit. 

With great dispatch, he slid his tongue against the firm flesh. I couldn't 
help but observe how white my tits were compared to the rest of me. All it 
had taken was just a part of an afternoon to get me to that point. 

His tongue picked up the pace with great enthusiasm, working with unswerving 
devotion against my breast, sending waves of sensation rippling throughout 
my body. 

While my vaginal lips swelled with yearning anticipation, and my clitoris 
tickled with de-light from the breast movements he supplied with his tongue, 
my lover Stan was keeping his hands busy as well. 

At first he permitted his fingers to move soothingly through my hair once 
more, but after a while he set his sights on a more erogenous target. 

He let the fingers of both hands curl energetically around my buttocks. His 
fingers at first moved slowly over my ass cheeks, but the more he began to 
find the range, the more firmly his fingers pressed against my buttocks. 

Before I knew it he was applying sharp pressure, occasionally even causing 
my buttocks to sting. But sting or no sting, I liked what he was doing. As a 
matter-of-fact, I kind of liked feeling those sensations of pain, just as 
long as they weren't too extreme. It made me realize that Stan was very much 
a man, and that he was dominating me. 

His tongue darted around my breast, covering every crevice of flesh, 
following which he would put it to work against my nipple. It would dart and 
stab against my nipple, attacking it from every conceivable angle. Then he 
would proceed on to my other breast. 

The conscientious breast sucking pushed me quickly toward climax. It was a 
delicious feeling I had flowing between my legs, one that caused my vagina 
to constantly tickle. 

"Keep going, lover, you're finding the range," I told him. 

With that he tightened his grip on my firm ass cheeks. 

I observed them reddening from his tight grasp. There was no way that he was 
about to let up from the pace that he was setting. 

 CHAPTER 4 

Stan reduced me to pepper between my legs, then withdrew his tongue from my 
breasts. 

He looked down at my saliva covered white nobs, then smiled at me. 

"Turn over on your stomach, baby, so I can give you the best rim job you've 
ever had," he said. 

"What do you mean by a rim job?" 

"I thought you'd been around a little more than that," he laughed. "You 
don't know what that is ? " 

"No. What else would you call it?" 

"An ass hole suck." 

"I've never had my ass sucked. A guy offered to do it once, but I told him 
it would be too embarrassing." 

"There's nothing like it. You'll find out soon enough that's certainly 
nothing to be embarrassed about. Something to get excited over." 

I turned over on my stomach with great expectations. It was nice balling on 
the rug. It was such a nice, soft carpet. 

He reached out with his strong hands, grabbing my ankles and parting my 
legs. 

Before Stan initiated the sucking, he reached out and grabbed my thighs, 
fondling them in his fingers. 

"You're so firm," he told me. "That's 3/4th of the fun of fucking. Having a 
nice firm body." 

He dropped his head down finally between my legs, zeroing in quickly on my 
ass. 

As his fingers moved over my ass cheeks, he slipped his tongue inside my ass 
hole. 

Stan wanted to move slowly at first, so his tongue worked its way along 
inside my anus at a snail's pace. He let it barely scrape against my rosy 
red anus, but that was certainly sufficient to get me electrified with 
excitement. 

Once more I felt the burning urges in my pussy. He kept up his snail's pace 
for only a short time. I figured from the very beginning that he would soon 
begin to work his tongue quickly around my ass hole, and that was what soon 
came to pass. He slipped his tongue with burning zeal high inside my ass 
hole, driving it high and fast inside me. 

He kept sliding his tongue, driving it energetically into every crevice of 
my ass hole. As he sucked, I instinctively wiggled. My buttocks were 
flailing ,back and forth with rhythmic satisfaction. I enjoyed experiencing 
his every blazing tongue movement. 

While his tongue kept on driving spiritedly inside my ass hole, his fingers 
worked their way from my flailing buttocks down to my legs. 

While my ass cheeks continued to rotate under the impetus of the amazing 
satisfaction he was supplying my ass hole with his steady sucking, his 
fingers worked on my thighs, then down to my ankles. 

He would work his fingers first from my thighs down to my ankles, then back 
up from the ankles to the thighs. 

As his fingers kept on squeezing me, his tongue asserted itself in a blaze 
of glory inside my anus. He was stabbing me all the way into my rectum, 
allowing his tongue to maneuver against me with everything that he could 
bring to bear. 

"I don't believe it," I gasped, "nothing has ever felt this good. Just keep 
your tongue going. I really love it." 

I recognized, however, that it wouldn't be long before I would be feeling so 
helplessly excited down between my legs that he would have to shift his 
attention from my ass hole to my pussy. 

Before I reached that desperation status, Stan released his tongue from my 
anus. He kissed first my left buttock, then my right, after which he 
exercised his tongue over my ass cheeks. He would rotate his tongue 
movements from one cheek to the other, then finally removed his tongue 
altogether. 

"I've got to eat your box," he exclaimed. 

He reached out and grabbed my arms, gliding me over on my back. Stan's sure 
fingers reached down and grabbed my thighs, parting my legs with spectacular 
ease, then preparing to allow his tongue to come into contact with my box. 

My pussy was reacting like a blast furnace, alive with combustible, 
electrical energy. 

My legs trembled with yearning desire as I awaited his first sucking 
movements. 

Stan had provided me with brilliant sensations in my ass hole, and now I was 
waiting to see what he would do once his tongue came into steady contact 
with my mound. 

He reached out with the fingers of both hands, permitting them to glide 
around my breasts as he sank his head between my legs and approached my 
vagina. 

Stan's tongue tickled my vagina with soft, fluid impact. Just as he had 
initiated the ass hole sucking in a slow manner, he used the same pattern of 
deliberation upon coming into contact with my pussy. 

His tongue slid against my mound several times, after which he released it 
from my blazing gash and let his teeth come into contact with my clitoris. 

He nibbled on my clit with just the right amount of sensitivity necessary to 
cause my whole body to shake and squirm. His nibbling achieved an immediate 
effect. It caused some juices to spill out of my pussy, which encouraged him 
all the more. 

Once Stan saw just how hot I was, he re-leased his teeth from my clitoris 
and put his tongue to work on my mound. 

This time he was stoutly determined to bring me off as quickly as possible. 
It didn't take long for me to determine just how anxiety ridden he was to 
taste my juices. It became only too evident from the swift manner in which 
he glided his tongue around my moist twat. 

Every now and then he would tease me all the more by permitting his tongue 
to slip against my pussy hairs. But for the most part he confined his 
efforts to my vaginal lips, driving his tongue against my mound, moving me 
ever closer to orgasm. 

My heart began to pound thunderously as he kept up the sucking, moving his 
fingers from my breasts down to my thighs. 

He squeezed my thighs good and hard, but it didn't in any way deter me from 
my body quivering activities. The sensations were just too great for me to 
be able to lie still. The body shaking was as natural to me as breathing. 

"You're making me burn up," I gasped, "your tongue's like magic. Keep it 
working." 

It continued to pierce my mound, and I drove ever closer to climax, my heart 
pounding furiously with every additional tongue movement. 

A few well-timed strokes later I was unable to hold back my juices any 
longer. 

While Stan continued to let his fingers cling eagerly to my thighs, and as 
his tongue briskly collided with my box, the juices spilled voluminously out 
of my pussy. 

"Go get it, eat it, eat it," I sighed, "I'm gushing, oh, I'm cumming, 
cumming, cumming." 

Stan rode out the pussy storm in a wave of great satisfaction, eagerly 
gobbling up every droplet of juice that spilled from my mound. 

As he withdrew his tongue from my mound, I observed a triumphant glow 
covering Stan's face. 

"I knew that once you let yourself go, you'd be one hell of a flick," he 
told me. 

"What made you think that?" 

"One thing, you got a body that was made for fucking. For another, you've 
got a lot of spirit. But I sure as hell rather see you exercise that spirit 
fucking with me than slapping my face." 

"Don't remind me of that." 

"What the hell, I got a good laugh out of it," he chuckled. 

"You did?" 

"In a way. I've always liked women with spirit." 

"I guess that proved that I had spirit all right." 

"It sure did. 

"But the wrong kind." 

"Oh no, you're proving now that it's the right kind. You were just using it 
in the wrong way before." 

He took me securely in his arms, pressing his chest against my breasts. 

It felt good to feel his hot, manly chest coming into brisk contact with my 
breasts. 

While we maintained the steady body friction, Stan slipped his tongue inside 
my mouth. 

I ignited in a new wave of passionate ecstasy from the stimulating tongue 
efforts that he supplied me. The longer that his tongue pierced against 
mine, the more I realized that I needed Stan. 

The more closely drawn I found myself be-coming towards Stan, the more I 
began to think back to the sex episode I had observed in the hallway between 
Mike and Sarah. 

I thought about how fascinating it was to watch Mike having his cock sucked 
by Sarah. I couldn't help but wonder as I watched Sarah providing Mike with 
sensations galore just how it would feel for me to sink my tongue against a 
man's hard cock. I was doing my best to convince myself that it wasn't 
really Mike's cock I was after, but just a hard, solid cock. 

I looked over at Stan's bulging instrument, which stared out at me. I 
observed the veins peering out, ready to burst forth at any moment with 
passionate ecstasy. 

Stan observed me looking at his cock. 

"Isn't that a nice hard-on?" he grinned. 

"Yes, it is." 

"How about doing something about it?" 

"like what?" 

"You any good at sucking cock ? " 

"I never tried it," I shrugged. 

"I'll bet you'd be great at it." 

"Why, because I have so much intensity." 

"That's the very reason." 

"Maybe you're right." 

"I'll tell you what you do, warm up to it gradually." 

"How do I do that?" 

"You reach out with one hand and grab the end of my pecker. I want you to 
play with it, dreamboat. That'll get you in the mood for more." 

I studied his hard rod for several seconds, then reached out with my right 
hand. I. moved cautiously at first, allowing .my fingers to come into 
contact with his rigid prong. 

"That's the way to do it," he nodded, smiling with great joy. "Just keep 
your fingers moving over the tip of my cock. You'll get the general idea 
soon enough. You'll learn to be a great cock-sucker. You don't have to rush 
it, just take everything in stride." 

I tickled the tip of his penis by coming into contact with it many times 
with my smooth strokes. 

"Work the fingers of your other hand against my balls," he finally commanded 
sharply. 

"You're really getting to me, honey, and you're just starting." 

While the fingers of my right hand continued to toy with the tip of his 
cock, I let the fingers of my other hand go to work on his testicles in the 
manner that he suggested. 

I worked my fingers with great precision, making sure that the movements I 
exercised over his cock coincided rhythm-wise with those that I brought to 
bear on his balls. 

I figured that, devoting such brilliant attention to his cock and balls, I 
would soon have him in a state of panting excitement. It all materialized a 
lot faster than I would have dreamed possible. 

"Move your fingers faster," he cried out with great expectations. "I can 
hardly believe this is the first time you've done something like this. 
You're just too much." 

I was delighted over the reception I was getting from him, and had just one 
thought in mind at that point-giving him the very best in the way of 
sensations. 

My tickling pursuit of his balls became more relentless as time went on. My 
fingers moved more spryly than before, and as they came into steady contact 
with his balls, I kept up the quick pace over the tip of his cock. 

"You can start working your fingers over the rest of my cock," he said with 
great urgency. "Keep sliding your fingers. You know just how to tease me 
with them. It won't be long I know before you start putting your tongue to 
work." 

My fingers blazed a steady trail, moving spiritedly over his cock and balls, 
sending the sensations surging throughout his aroused body. 

 CHAPTER 5 

Although I was intrigued by fingering Stan's balls, I recognized that we had 
to move on to other matters. 

"Suck my testicles," he begged. "I need it, honey." 

Once my tongue whipped, its way into shape, sliding over his hot, bulging 
ball-sac, I found myself getting more carried away than ever. 

I began to think about Mike, and even though I was working my tongue over 
Stan's balls, my thoughts were focused on my brother. It seemed crazy, since 
I was getting my wish, that of going down on a hard cock, but I couldn't 
somehow get my brother off my mind. 

While my tongue continued to register consistent impact over his balls, 
working with rhythmic skill, Stan was heating up. His face was reddening, 
and his lips tightened with tension from the formidable action that I was 
providing for him. 

"Work your fingers over my cock," he ex-claimed passionately. "That way 
we'll have things going on two fronts. I love double action, baby, 
especially the way that you would provide it." 

I reached out with the fingers of both hands, allowing them to slip up and 
down the full length of his hard pecker. 

I began slowly, but soon was registering my fingers quickly and sharply over 
the course of his entire cock. I liked the way that I was steering him 
along, guiding him ever closer to the moment when his ball-sac would explode 
and the hot white jissum would spurt out of the end of it. 

My fingers moved with ease and grace. It was incredible just how fast I 
could acclimate myself to sex acts. I was proud of the way that I was 
benefiting him, providing my lover with great sexual thrills while my tongue 
kept working over his balls. 

"Switch the sucking to my cock," Stan finally exclaimed. "I need it there, 
honey. I'm gonna shoot, darling, and it won't be that long. I need the best 
action I can get. Turn your tongue loose. Let it slide." 

I removed my tongue from his testicles, then let it move upward sharply 
toward the tip of his huge phallus. 

While my tongue began to attack the tip of his dick, I used the fingers of 
my right hand to slide slowly down the full base of his cock. 

He immediately became aroused in ways that he hadn't been before. His body 
darted from left to right, his hips swinging as my tongue continued to 
attack the tip of his cock. 

I closed my eyes and envisioned Mike before me. All of a sudden, rather than 
sucking off Stan, I was really going down on my brother. 

My tongue continued to tickle the tip of his prick. I remembered how good a 
job lovely Sarah had done on my brother, and that was the act that I was 
seeking to duplicate. 

"I don't know where you learned that movement, but it's great," he sighed. 
"Just keep your tongue working. You really make me ex-cited, baby. Keep the 
tongue sliding over the tip. I'll tell you when you can expand to the rest 
of my cock." 

Pretty soon I had him so tingly that there was no way that I could keep on 
delivering that kind of activity without him exploding. And before Stan 
shot, he wanted to see to it that I provided him with every type of 
cock-sucking sensation. 

"Step up the pace," he exclaimed. "Work the tongue up and down my whole 
cock. Start sliding it, sweetheart. You can do the trick. You've really got 
the tongue for it." 

My tongue slid down the base of his cock. I still held off from doing it at 
top speed. I felt that it would be more erotic if I did it on a gradual 
level. 

My head began to bob up and down as I rotated my tongue along the base of 
his huge pecker. It seemed to expand by the moment, even though, after a 
while, I recognized that it was as big as it could possibly get. It probably 
was an optical illusion spurred on by the excitement that I felt. I kept 
anticipating what it would be like to receive stirring bolts of hot white 
juice inside my mouth. 

My fingers kept on sharply working around his balls. I would tug and toy 
with them, continuing to arouse him in every way that I could. 

My thoughts, though, remained focused on Mike. I couldn't get over it. Here 
I was, on the verge of receiving my first male climax, at least in my mouth, 
and I was thinking about my brother. Somehow he had made an indelible 
impression on me, the only thing that bothered me was that it was in the 
realm of sex. As a loving brother, that was one thing, it was quite another 
for me to be thinking about his cock. 

My fingers kept on working around his balls, and I was moving him ever 
closer to the big moment. He would soon be spilling his hot juices into my 
mouth. 

I wondered if I would be able to catch his entire load. It might be hard, at 
least the first time, I realized, to brace myself for such an ordeal. But I 
was intrigued at the prospect of his taste, and I wanted to swallow every 
droplet of juice that emanated from the end of his stock. 

My head kept on bobbing up and down, my fingers continued sliding around his 
balls, and I knew from the way that he was gasping that it wouldn't be long 
before he would be spilling his juices into my mouth. 

I waited in poised fashion, not wanting to be taken completely by surprise. 
I recalled what a girl friend of mine had said. She had told me about the 
first time that she had received a-load of juice from a man's cock. It had 
caught her totally by surprise that she had coughed most of it up, 
embarrassing both her-self and the man she had been arduously sucking. 

I fervently tugged at his balls several more times. He was beginning to puff 
like a steam engine as he came that much closer to the moment of impact. 

"I'm there," was his final warning, delivered with a grunt. 

I was poised and ready as the gushing stream of hot white liquid began to 
spurt out of the end of his cock. 

All of a sudden I found myself once more thinking back to Mike. It wasn't 
Stan's cock that was juicing, it was Mike's, and the very thought of Mike 
caused me to juice as I went after Stan's liquid. 

Even though I did my best to stick with every drop that spilled out of his 
prick, I couldn't quite catch it all. A few of the drop-lets spilled out of 
the left side of my mouth, but I was able to hang on to the rest of his 
highly substantial load. 

At one point I almost had to cough, but I was able to fight back the urge. I 
wanted to gobble every bit of Stan's hot white juice, and I almost 
completely succeeded. 

I released my tongue from his hard spear, feeling that I had accomplished 
quite a bit. 

I had liked the taste of his load, but did feel a sense of disappointment 
down deep. I hated to admit it, but his load wasn't as satisfying as I was 
convinced Mike's would have been. 

For one thing, I made a mental comparison of the loads, and I couldn't help 
but recognize that Stan's was a little lacking. He hadn't de-livered the 
volume of juice into my mouth Sarah had received from Mike's cock. At least 
that was how it seemed to me, after having sucked Stan to climax. 

Stan threw his arms around me and kissed my forehead. 

"You're quite a sucker," he said. "To think that you're a beginner. I can 
hardly wait to see what you'll be like after you've been at it a while." 

"Will I get better?" 

"Everybody does," he laughed. "That's the way that life is. Fucking's no 
different than anything else." 

I noticed that Stan's cock had gone down very little. I wondered if he would 
be anticipating some more action. I didn't really have to wait all that long 
to find out. 

Reach out and grab my cock," he smiled. 

My right hand moved forward instinctively, grabbing the end of his penis. I 
smothered it in my grasp, causing his body to wiggle in instinctive reaction 
to my movement. 

"That's good," he said. "Keep working your fingers over the tip of my cock. 
Do it just like you did before. Then slide your fingers down the base of it. 
I want you to get me nice and warm, so we can have a little more action 
together." 

I pumped vigorously, whipping his cock quickly into a frenzy. Before I knew 
it, it was up, standing just as tall as it had been prior to his orgasm. 

Once I finished working my fingers around the tip of it, I followed his 
instructions to the letter, sliding my fingers down the entire length of his 
enormous rod. 

"That's what I like," he gasped. "Now I'm all set for some more action." 

He called my activities to an abrupt halt, then let his lips plunge 
forcefully against mine. 

It was a long, stunning, impactful kiss, one that sent surging urges flowing 
through my super-charged body. I could feel the tingles of titillation in my 
pussy, and knew that I needed some more action. I Could see that Stan was 
every bit as eager as I was, and that soon he would have his cock in high 
gear. 

"This time I want your cunt," he told me. 

I nodded, lying there on my back as he swiftly parted my legs with his firm, 
aggressive fingers. He let the fingers of both hands slide up and down my 
legs. Every time that his fingers clenched against my firm thighs or ankles 
I got that much more anxious for some sex. 

His fingers moved for several minutes, after which he leaned his head over 
and permitted his tongue to work its way inside my mouth. 

With darting zeal, his tongue totally took charge of the situation. The 
sensations began pouring through my body, and I felt myself juicing as his 
tongue kept up its relentless stabbing against mine. 

As I lay there, a tingle with ecstasy, I awaited his first forward thrust. 

While his tongue continued to dominate me, sliding against my own hot red 
tongue, he worked the fingers of both hands down to my breasts. 

As my legs trembled with exhilaration in anticipation, his fingers toyed 
with my nipples. He let his fingers twitch against the nipples, causing me 
to feel more erotic sensations. 

He flipped his body forward, sending his huge, surging cock toward my love 
pit. 

At that very moment he released his tongue from my mouth and exclaimed : 

"Am I ever gonna fuck you." 

"Tear me up, baby," I breathlessly encouraged. 

"Will I ever. What a pussy you've got. Oh, you're a dream fuck come true." 

I watched his bulging tool moving toward me quickly. 

My heart beat thunderously with anticipation as he slipped it with one 
spirited thrust sharply into my mound. 

At first I felt pain as a result of the sharpness of the impact, but it was 
the kind of pain that made me curious for more. It was a delightful mixture 
of pleasure and pain, and as he finished that first timely thrust inside my 
wet vaginal walls, he reached out with both hands and slapped my ass cheeks. 

I could tell that it provided him with some-thing of a morale boost to come 
into brisk contact with my buttocks, and as he slapped at my ass cheeks a 
second time, he entered me again. 

Stan moved his cock in and out of my vagina with sharp, piercing thrusts, 
slapping my buttocks periodically, then reaching out and grip-ping my ass 
cheeks firmly. 

I found my body reacting instinctively to his sharp movements. After a 
while, I began to raise my body upward, meeting his passion-ate, 
enthusiastic thrusts with my own. 

The crescendo began to rise sharply as he entered me faster and more 
abruptly than be-fore. 

His buttocks wiggled back and forth as he would enter me, diving his cock 
forcefully into my mound. 

He was in me with every inch of his manliness, stabbing his cock into me at 
full blast, driving zealously forward toward climax. 

As for his fingers, he moved them around. For a while he permitted them to 
play with my ass cheeks. He then moved them upward toward my breasts, which 
he alternately squeezed and tugged at. He would reach out every now and then 
and pull at the firm skin, enjoying the steady contact while he kept on 
fucking my mound. 

When he reached the point where his breath was becoming shorter and the 
sweat was be-ginning to roll down his cheeks, I knew how close he must be to 
climax. 

At that point he slid his head forward, permitting his tongue to collide 
with my own. 

He kept blasting away with his cock, pushing himself ever closer to the big 
moment of climax, toying with my breasts while his tongue spiritedly 
collided against mine. 

I could see that the impact of his tongue securely pressing against mine 
repeatedly coincided with the same level of activity that he was employing 
in the form of his bruising cock, which kept on attacking my contracting 
vaginal muscles. 

My ass cheeks and hips wiggled as I kept tune with his pace, pushing forward 
as to meet his penetrating stabs. 

I felt his hot breath against mine, and his tongue perpetually winding its 
way around mine, as he moved into the closing stages of the act. 

A few bruising cock stabs later, the hot white juice began to spill out of 
the end of his erect instrument. 

His breathing was heavier than ever as his tongue continued scrapping 
against mine. 

He let his fingers lock around my breasts as the sea of liquid continued to 
spurt out of the end of his fiery rod. 

After the last few droplets of juice had spilled out of him, he collapsed 
next to me on the bed. My right hand reached out and I ran it over his 
sweaty hair. 

"Quite a fuck," he sighed. 

By that point he looked like a helpless little boy. 

My thoughts turned toward Mike. I wondered how many times he had allowed his 
blazing cock to enter inside Sarah's mound. 

 CHAPTER 6 

Even though Mike remained foremost in my thoughts, I continued to date Stan. 

Probably the big reason why I was paying as much attention to Stan as I was 
stemmed from my fear that I really did have a physical crush on my brother. 
I kept doing my best to prove myself wrong, to convince myself once and for 
all that I really preferred somebody like Stan when it came to physical 
activity. 

He took me to a drive-in movie one evening, and I had a hunch that he would 
be all hands in the clinches. 

It was a pretty spicy movie, and once the love scenes became hot and heavy 
and the actors began removing their clothes, I knew that that would be all 
it would take to get Stan aroused. 

The next thing I knew he was rifling his fingers through my hair and 
delivering stabbing tongue kisses inside my mouth. 

I had worn a purple micro-mini to the drive-in, which would have to be 
classified as appropriate wear as far as Stan was concerned. 

While his tongue moved speedily inside my mouth, his fingers rifled through 
my hair, he let his body press eagerly against mine. 

Stan always enjoyed to move his chest against my breasts. He knew that I had 
a gorgeous pair of knockers, and every time that he came into any kind of 
physical contact with them, he became that much more excited. 

Stan finally removed his tongue from my mouth, and as he did so he reached 
out and slipped his fingers inside my blouse, then my bra. 

His busy, restless fingers went to work with passionate . ease against my 
nipples. I liked the way that he squeezed them, and a little bit of nipple 
contact was all that it took to make my pussy come alive with sensation. 

He finally removed his fingers from my breasts, then reached down and began 
tugging at my micro-mini. 

"This has just got to go," he laughed. 

"We are in a theatre." 

"No, we're not. We're in my car." 

"But it's still risky." 

"Nothing in life these days is fun unless it's a little risky." 

Stan's adrenalin was flowing, and there was no way that ,I was going to stop 
him at that point. He was fever-brained with excitement to engage in some 
form of sex. 

I was convinced that I wasn't going to go all the way with him. Certainly 
not in the front seat of his automobile. That would be going too far. He 
would take me for granted after that. But I wasn't about to try and fight 
him off either. No, as risky as it was, I would have some kind of sex with 
him under those conditions. 

He succeeded in tugging downward at my micro-mini, pulling it down toward my 
thighs. 

He began tugging so hard that I was afraid he was going to tear it off. 

"A little easier on the skirt," I warned. 

"Got to get the damn thing off," he said. 

"Why don't you try doing it the easy way." 

"I don't have the time." 

He kept on relentlessly tugging, until the skirt finally came off. 

His next move was to reach out and grab my white panties. 

"These have got to go next," he said breathlessly. 

I could tell from the wide-eyed, intense look on his face just how eager he 
was to get involved in sex ass soon as possible. 

He pulled downward sharply, letting the silky panties scrape against my 
legs. 

He began to smile triumphantly as he kept tugging at the panties. He removed 
them altogether, dropping them to the floorboard of the front seat. They 
were resting right next to my discarded micro-mini. 

"We'll ball in such a way that it won't be that much of a risk," he told 
me.- 

He was crouched down on the floorboard, and as he remained perched there on 
his knees, I watched his anxious, trembling fingers move toward his zipper. 

Stan tugged downward restlessly at his zip-per, pulling it down all the way, 
then reaching inside his trousers and pulling out his throbbing penis. 

It looked good to once more peer at his huge phallus, which was set for 
immediate action. 

"Reach out and grab it," he commanded sharply. "While you're tugging, I'll 
be sucking." 

I must admit that, considering we were balling in a drive-in, he was using 
about the safest approach imaginable. I reached down, out of view of 
everyone, and began sliding my fingers up and down his long dick. 

While I provided him with steady attention, fingering his penis, Stan 
dropped his head down between my legs. 

He continued crouching down there on the floorboard, remaining on his knees 
as his tongue set its sights on my pussy. 

He moved his tongue with smooth precision against my mound. He began with 
slow but thorough strokes, accelerating his efforts with each and every 
stab. 

He soon propelled me into a whirlpool of passionate ecstasy by virtue of his 
conscientious sucking. 

He turned his tongue loose in all its splendor, permitting it to maneuver 
against every crevice of my hot organ. 

My body began to wiggle, and my legs trembled while I felt the waves of 
ecstasy in my snatch. 

While his tongue kept on working around my mound, I kept on keeping him 
happy with my finger movements. I kept driving my fingers up and down the 
full length of his huge erect cock, moving him ever closer to climax. 

As his tongue began to exercise itself more quickly on my hot gash, I in 
turn worked my fingers more speedily up and down his throbbing cock. 

I wondered just what it would be like to explode my juices in his mouth 
under those circumstances. Here I was, able to watch the movie, getting a 
hot cunt-sucking. 

Just about the time that I was set to orgasm, he released his tongue 
abruptly from my mound. He started to nibble on my clitoris, keeping the 
movements going for quite awhile. 

"Get back to my mound," I finally exclaimed, "go back to the sucking, baby. 
I've got to shoot. Oh, there's absolutely no holding back." 

With great dispatch he put his tongue back to work on my mound, slipping it 
skillfully around my fiery pussy. 

As I kept jerking up and down on his cock, I recognized that there wouldn't 
be much time left for me to finger him. He would be spurting quickly. 

As for me, I couldn't hold out any longer. My whole body quivered as the 
juices were released from my spurting pussy, skyrocketing into his waiting 
mouth. 

"Eat it, eat every drop, eat my snatch," I gasped. "Your tongue is so great, 
baby. Keep working it. Oh, do I love it. I'm going, going, going, oh, I'm 
gushing, gushing, gushing." 

He stuck with me every bit of the way, draining every conceivable drop from 
my mound. 

As he turned his tongue loose from it, he looked at me with great 
expectations. 

"You just about fingered me off," he said. "Drop down to your knees and 
finish the job." 

"What do you expect me to do?" 

"I expect you to suck my cock," he sighed. 

It was the inevitable climax. I should have known that he wouldn't expect to 
waste his load by spilling it into my hand. 

I let my knees drop down toward the floor-board, then pursued his cock with 
greater anxiety than ever. 

I took his prick in both hands, sliding my fingers up and down it. The 
friction caused new shock waves of anticipation to bolt through him. 

"Get busy," he said, "put your tongue to work, baby. You need to suck it." 

I could see how badly he needed to release his juices, so I went immediately 
to work. 

I didn't even bother with the preliminaries. I didn't suck his balls, nor 
did I work my tongue exclusively over the tip of his long cock. I would 
abandon all that, letting my tongue immediately go to work on the base of 
his prick. 

He kept lying there, sprawled out on the floorboard, awaiting my first 
tongue penetration. 

Once I sank it against his long dick, he nodded happily. 

"That's it, now we're back in gear," he told me. 

With surging energy I moved my tongue up and down the full length of his 
prick, pushing him rapidly toward climax. 

Once again I just couldn't help but think of Mike. Even though Stan had a 
good cock, I seemed to somehow prefer Mike's, despite the fact that I had 
never sucked on it. I kept thinking about how terrible it would be if I ever 
did, since he was my own brother. 

While my tongue worked fervently over Stan's cock, I let the fingers of both 
hands concentrate on his balls. 

Every time I tugged at his scrotum, he seemed to gasp a little louder. I 
knew I had him right where I wanted him, on the verge of orgasm. 

A few hot strokes later, he heaved a loud sigh. 

In the darkness of the automobile, I geared myself to receive his juices. 

It was the second time around With Stan, and I must say that I fared much 
better when it came to hanging on to every drop of juice that spilled out of 
his cock. 

I gulped and gasped, but stayed with his load, swallowing just about every 
drop. 

Only a few stray drops spilled out of the sides of my mouth. I managed to 
retain every-thing else, and by the time I removed my tongue from Stan's 
prick, we both felt satisfied. 

"like I said, you're a born cock-sucker," he told me, reaching out and 
patting me on top of the head. 

"I better get this skirt back on," I smiled. 

 CHAPTER 7 

Stan dropped me off at the curb. 

I got out of the car, giving him a good-night kiss. 

"Let's do it again real soon," he said, winking suggestively. 

I said nothing, walking briskly up the side-walk heading toward the front 
door. 

I slipped the key into the door, entering the living room. There was only 
one light on, the one that we kept burning the entire night to scare off any 
potential burglars. 

My folks were in bed, and had probably been there for at least an hour, as 
the clock on the wall told me that it was midnight. 

I tiptoed down the hallway, walking past Mike's room. I observed that the 
light was still on inside. I was hoping that I could slip away undetected, 
since Mike had really started bugging me lately about going out so much. 

Just about the time that I had it made, I heard the door to Mike's bedroom 
open. 

"Come in here for a second, Susan," he said. 

I was pretty certain what would happen, but I couldn't turn Mike down. I 
walked into his room, sitting down in a chair across from his desk, where he 
always did his studying. 

"Who were you out with tonight?" he asked, a little crossly, I thought. 

"I was out with Stan." 

"That son-of-a-bitch again," he shook his head disgustedly. 

"What's wrong with Stan?" 

"He's got to be about the most lecherous bastard in the whole school. I've 
got a good mind to track him down and beat the hell out of him for bugging 
you." 

"Relax. I happen to like Stan." 

"Just how far have you been going with him?" 

"What kind of a question is that to ask your own sister?" 

"I don't know of anybody who has a better right," Mike firmly held his 
ground. "What the hell. I have always thought a lot of you, Susan, and I 
don't want you to give me any reason to think less of you now." 

"I could say the same thing about you, Mike. After all, I'm a big girl now 
and I've got a life of my own to live." 

"You're sixteen. You've still got a lot to learn." 

"So do you. Maybe more than I do." 

"I wouldn't say that." 

"You ought to talk about me," I fumed. "I suppose you and Sarah are doing 
nothing more than playing tiddlywinks together. I suppose you two don't hop 
under the sheets." 

"That's a damn nasty crack, and I don't like it," Mike said, reaching out 
and pounding his right hand down on the desk. 

"You got it coming for the way you've been cross-examining me. So what if I 
went out on a date with Stan. So what if I came back at midnight. What's it 
to you ? " 

"like I said, I'm your brother." 

"And you're getting around quite a bit yourself with the girls. You should 
talk about me." 

"I'm a man. That makes it a little different." 

"Why is that?" 

"Because it's different with men." 

"Sure, you're giving me a big double standard. Men can do anything, but let 
some girl go out and do exactly what you're doing to some other guy's 
sister, and you go ahead and call me a slut." 

"I never called you that." 

"You were sure thinking it." 

"You must be a mind-reader, knowing what I've been thinking." 

"It wasn't so hard. Not with the way you were questioning me." 

"I was questioning you for your own good." 

"Sure, you and your double standard. You know so much about it. The very 
things you do all the time to your girl friends you wouldn't want me to do. 
Isn't that right?" 

"Let's not get into that." 

"No, I don't suppose you would want to get into that. I don't know about 
you, but I'm going to bed. I'm disgusted about this whole thing." 

Just as I got up from the chair, Mike reached out and pounded his fist even 
harder on his desk. 

"God-damn it, don't you see that I'm trying to help you," he said with 
futility. 

"I wish you'd try and help yourself, Mike. I'm doing all right." 

"Oh, sure. You get a reputation of having peanut butter legs, and you'll 
never get to marry anybody." 

"What do you mean by peanut butter legs?" 

"The kind that spread real easy." 

"I'm not listening to any more of this." 

"I didn't mean it the way it sounded," he said. "I love you, sis, and I'm 
trying to help." 

I stormed toward the door, slamming it hard as I walked to my bedroom. 

As I moved inside my bedroom and began to remove my skirt, I got to thinking 
about Mike. 

Even though he had infuriated me, I was cooling off particularly fast in the 
privacy of my own bedroom. I kept thinking about how concerned he was about 
me. Maybe I didn't see things the same way he did. That didn't mean that he 
was any less sincere about what he was doing for me. He did want to see to 
it that I got nothing but the best in life. It was a statement he had made 
many times. 

As I slipped out of my skirt, then my blouse, I walked over to the dresser 
drawer and took out my blue baby-doll nightie. 

I looked at myself in the mirror as I slipped it on, placing my hands on my 
hips. I did possess a lot of sex appeal, and the more of my body that 
showed, the better I looked. 

I observed the rich, full breasts, then my long, sleek legs. 

Once more I began thinking about Mike. The very least I could do, I decided, 
was to go back to his room and talk to him. I should apologize for storming 
out of his room the way that I had. 

As I tiptoed in my bare feet out of my room and down the hall toward Mike's 
bedroom, I felt the same kind of squeamish sensations running through me 
that had been with me the time that I observed Mike making it with Sarah. 

Just a few minutes earlier, I had become so angry that I almost blurted out 
what I had seen happening between the two of them. But I didn't want to 
reveal myself as an eaves-dropper, so I managed to keep my mouth shut. 

I rapped on the door lightly. 

"What is it?" Mike asked. 

"I'd like to see you again." 

"Come in," he said. 

I opened the door slowly, then crept into his bedroom. 

I was aware of the fact that, the slower I walked, the more erotic I would 
appear. 

At first his head was buried in one of his textbooks, but as I closed the 
door behind me, his curious eyes began to drift upward from the pages of the 
book and toward me. 

After he got his first good look at my sexy nightie, he closed the book and 
gulped, staring at me as I moved closer. 

He finally got up from his chair, standing stiffly as I moved ever closer to 
him. 

The tension became so thick we could have cut it with a knife. He continued 
to stand there, saying nothing, observing me as if he were some kind of 
statue. 

He wasn't moving a muscle, and as I took a look at his crotch, I observed a 
sizeable hard-on which was clearly observable over his trousers. 

His erection made a beautiful outline, and it made me more aware than ever 
as to how excited he was by me. 

"I'm sorry for the way I acted," I said softly, standing just a few inches 
away from him. 

"It was my fault," he shook his head. 

"I'm sorry for coming on in the way that I did. It just wasn't right and I 
realize it." 

"I love you." 

Mike stared at me for several more seconds. It was now clear to me just why 
he had been as fussy as he was about the young men that I had gone out with 
on dates. 

It made sense that he would feel that way if he was jealous. No doubt what 
caused the burning resentment in his mind concerning Stan and other young 
guys was the mere fact that they were dating me. Perhaps he hadn't realized 
the motivation of his thinking until that point, but I could tell from the 
expression on his face that he was clearly aware of where things stood 
between us. 

He reached out with his right hand, his body still stiff. The fingers came 
into scraping con-tact with my hair. He brushed my long, flowing blonde hair 
back with several soft strokes. 

"You've got gorgeous hair, sis," he said. "I never truly realized until now 
just how much I thought of you." 

"Take me in your arms, Mike." 

Mike heaved a tense sigh, then released his fingers from my hair. He quickly 
threw his arms around my body, pressing it against his own. 

With one decisive movement he had my breasts pressing eagerly against his 
chest. 

While my breasts converged against his chest, he leaned forward and let his 
lips press against mine. 

They collided with hungry impact, demonstrating to me just how much Mike 
really did think of me. 

Once his thick red lips came into contact with mine, it was like he never 
wanted to let them go. They continued to remain locked against my own lips 
for a number of seconds. 

While our lips remained fervently locked, our hearts fluttered with mounting 
sexual anticipation. 

When he finally did release his lips from mine, he let his hands drop down 
from the small of my back, against which they had been pressed for some 
time, and down to my firm buttocks. 

He fingered my buttocks with skill and sensitivity, moving his head forward 
one more time. On this occasion he let his hot red tongue dance forward. He 
permitted it to slide inside my mouth. 

Diligently he pressed his tongue against mine, creating jutting impact which 
had both of us in a state of great anxiety. 

He reached out with his right leg and let it rub against my left leg. The 
additional contact, coupled with everything else that was happening, pushed 
me into a new orbit. 

Suddenly I realized just why I was so eager to have sex with Mike in 
preference to Stan. It was because I thought so much more of him than Stan. 
Up until that moment I realized that my feelings could be no more than 
fascination. Lots of young sisters have crushes on their older brothers, but 
they don't extend to the point where they want to ball with them once they 
finally get the chance. 

Once the restraining leash had been removed, however, and I realized just 
how appealing Mike was, it was as if Stan didn't exist. Not only Stan, but 
any other guy that I had dated or would anticipate dating. 

It was as if Mike and I were all alone on an island, far removed from 
everyone and every-thing else, delighted at the opportunity to be sharing 
our love. 

His tongue kept on stabbing repeatedly against mine, until he felt that it 
was time to remove it from my mouth. 

He removed his tongue, then squeezed my left hand in his right. 

"Let's go over here," he said, walking me over toward the bed. 

As we stood inches away from his bed, he leaned forward and pressed his lips 
against mine one more time. He let his firm fingers move up and down my 
back, after which he suddenly released his lips from mine. 

His firm arms glided me downward into his bed. My heart was beating more 
thunderously than ever as I awaited the first order of business, that of 
having sex with my brother. 

Even though I still realized how provocative an act I was about to engage 
in, it somehow didn't seem wrong to me by that point. Making love to Mike 
seemed as natural to me as eating. 

As I lay there on my back, looking up at Mike, he began to remove his shirt. 

He tossed his shirt aside, then flipped his T-shirt over his head, letting 
it drop to the floor as well. He quickly undid his trousers, stepping out of 
them. After that, he tugged downward at his shorts, pulling them off, then 
walking to-ward me. 

Naturally the first thing my eyes noticed was his throbbing penis, which he 
reached out and touched with his right hand. 

It was evident from the big smile on Mike's face just how proud he was of 
his phallus, and from the consistent manner in which he stroked up and down 
it, I knew he would be seeking immediate attention. 

He stood a scant few inches away from me, looking down at me intently. 

"Kiss it," he said, pointing to his long, proud cock. "Kiss the tip of it, 
my darling." 

 CHAPTER 8 

I leaned forward with stout determination, puckering up my lips, then 
allowing them to come into contact with the tip of Mike's hard staff. 

Every time that my lips confronted his cock, his body rotated back and 
forth. I could see that I was sending waves of electricity into his body 
with my kisses. 

"Keep it up," he sighed. "That's just the kind of exercise I need." 

I kissed the tip of his cock passionately a few times, then reached out with 
both hands and permitted my fingers to glide around his testicles. 

I toyed and squeezed his balls, enjoying the steady, incessant contact with 
his balls. 

"You can stop now," he finally told me. "If you don't, I'll shoot right here 
and now. I want to take off your nightie." 

As I removed my fingers from his balls, he reached out and began to unbutton 
the back of my nightie. 

I could tell by the way that his fingers were tensing just how hot he was 
for me. 

He removed the nightie, slipping it off of me, then taking his fingers and 
letting them press against my back. 

"You've got a body that won't quit," he said. 

Once Mike had finished removing the nightie, he let his fingers go to work 
on my bra. 

He undid it with one swift movement, then pulled it off. 

As my breasts spiritedly fell free, he looked down at them. 

He dropped his head downward, allowing his tongue to slide along my left 
breast. 

He kept up his fervent action for a few moments, during which time I lay 
back and enjoyed every stroke. 

His tongue worked along my breast, and as it did so I reached out with my 
fingers, running them through his hair. 

After he had worked his tongue against my left breast, he switched it over 
to my right, repeating the same kind of sweeping movements. 

He withdrew his tongue from my right breast, then reached out and began to 
curl his fingers around the elastic of my panties. 

"My last step," he said, beaming a happy smile. 

"Once I get your panties off, I'll be all set to give you what you're 
after." 

"I want love from you, Mike, beautiful love," I exclaimed. 

He swiftly moved his fingers against my panties, sliding them resolutely 
down my legs. 

"I really dig your creamy thighs," he said. "I've always liked the looks of 
your legs, honey: As for those tits, they're something else. I could gnaw on 
them all day and all night." 

I watched him closely as he slipped my panties down my legs and off of me 
altogether. 

As the panties hit the floor, he reached out and gripped my thighs, clinging 
to them tightly for several seconds. 

While his fingers were pressing against my thighs, he moved his head 
forward, puckering up his lips, then permitting them to come into contact 
with my vagina. 

All it took was that first kiss. My whole body shuddered, at which point I 
began to juice. It wasn't a full-fledged orgasm on my part, but wasn't too 
far removed from it either. 

He kissed me several times in my pussy, then withdrew his lips. 

His fingers moved upward toward my breasts. He fondled them, then tugged at 
them, kissing my lips periodically as he did so. 

His busy fingers moved around some more, this time working their way down my 
back and eventually to my thighs. 

While he parted my thighs gingerly, he looked down at his huge, turgid naked 
cock, which was ready for immediate impact with my wet vagina. 

He looked down at my curled, moist blonde pubic hairs, becoming all the more 
enchanted at the prospect of screwing me. 

He twisted his body back and forth several times, getting set to make his 
initial penetration inside my vagina. 

He gasped, cleared his throat, then looked at me one more time before 
proceeding for-ward. 

For good measure he leaned his head for-ward, slipping his tongue inside my 
mouth. 

Our tongues collided one more time, and on this occasion they stabbed with a 
new spirit and grace. 

The better that we got to know one another sexually, the more inclined we 
were to completely let ourselves go. 

As his fingers gripped my thighs more tightly than before, Mike removed his 
tongue from my mouth. 

"I've just, got to fuck you right now," he said urgently. 

"Don't put it off any more. I need it." 

He nodded, slipping his anxious cock for-ward, moving it toward my mound. 

He slipped his turgid organ into my wet pussy, driving it with full force, 
sparing nothing, plunging it as deeply into my mound as it could go. 

I had never been entered in quite that thorough a manner. He was in me with 
one quick, decisive stab, and his whole body came alive with excitement as 
he rocked it back and forth, driving his prick in and out of my vagina. 

My pussy lips contracted with grace and excitement as he kept up his 
plunging, torrid movements, sending his prick into me with everything he 
could muster in the way of burning penetration. 

While his prick busily tore in and out of my nest, he reached out with his 
fingers and began to toy with my buttocks. He would alternately squeeze and 
rub my ass cheeks, consistently sending his surging spear into me. I reacted 
favorably to his every tugging movement, and the longer he kept surging 
forward, the greater the sense of pride that I felt that my brother Mike, 
who was in such great demand at school, who had so many girls, was sending 
his dick into my hot slit. 

Our bodies were fiercely entwined as he kept up his relentless explorations. 
He kept stroking inside me, and locked his naked right leg against my left. 

It felt good to have his leg scraping against mine, and I did everything I 
could to encourage the friction, rubbing it against his. 

The tempo was quickly accelerating, and his jolting thrusts, which had been 
sharp from the very beginning, were becoming more penetrating than ever. 

He kept on stabbing, tearing into my mound relentlessly, as he worked 
himself ever closer to a feverish climax. 

His fingers kept on squeezing my ass cheeks while he sent his surging cock 
forward, diving it deeply inside my mound, pushing ever closer to the 
ultimate moment of impact, that at which the sea of white liquid would spill 
from the end of his pecker and into my waiting mound. 

With spirited zest he kept up the pace, his burning cock urgings sending me 
ever closer to orgasm. 

I could tell that I wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer, and, while 
I had been hoping to orgasm at the same moment that my brother juiced, I 
recognized that, was impossible. 

My legs gave way, trembling as my juices were released from my mound. He 
kept on sending his cock surging forward, and after I orgasmed, that seemed 
to instill new life into Mike's penetrating cock movements. 

He shifted his finger activity from my buttocks to my breasts, letting his 
fingers dance over them with ease and grace as he pushed closer to the big 
moment. 

While his cock and fingers remained busily at work, he leaned forward and 
slipped his tongue inside my mouth. Once again he was Frenching me, doing 
something he was extremely skillful at, moving himself that much closer to 
climax. 

The burning strokes continued, and finally he found himself unable to hold 
back the sea of white lava any longer. 

The dam burst, and with it shot his hot white juices. 

Hot white cream kept spilling out of the end of his rod, splashing out of 
him and into my pussy. 

It felt great to be receiving his hot load. I closed my eyes and enjoyed 
every moment of his climax. 

It went in a flash, and before I knew it he was withdrawing his cock from my 
pussy. 

I quickly opened my eyes and looked up at my brother. There was a wide smile 
on my face, and I was a little disturbed to observe that his face wore a 
troubled look. 

"What's the matter, my dear?" I asked. "You should be happy after such 
beautiful sex." 

"I wonder if I didn't do something wrong," he said with a tone of tragedy in 
his voice. 

"What makes you say that? Or even think it?" 

"It just isn't right. Here I was fucking you, sis, just like I would any 
other girl I happen to dig." 

"So what's so wrong about that?" 

"You're my sister," he shook his head with futility. 

"Don't worry about a thing, baby." 

I got up slowly from the bed, throwing my arms around him. 

We embraced, at which point I let my lips collide with his. 

I was doing my best to reassure my brother. After the excitement of the sex 
act had worn off, he was having second thoughts about the whole thing, which 
bothered me. I wanted him to feel the same blissful contentment that I did. 

He released his arms from me and walked away, slipping his shorts back on. 

I began to slip on my panties, feeling the kind of contentment that one 
would expect after receiving the best sex of one's life. 

Maybe he was my brother, I thought, and maybe some people would consider 
what we did to be wrong. Right then I didn't care. I had been wondering what 
he was like in bed for some time, and now I knew. 

I had expected him to be good, but he was even better than I had a right to 
expect him to be. 

It did bother me, though, to see that troubled look remaining on Mike's 
face. I could see that he was torn right down the middle. One side of him 
was undoubtedly happy over what had happened, while the other side felt 
completely different about it all. 

Perhaps it would be up to me to reconcile the two warring sides. After all, 
he was my beautiful man, and at that point I didn't really care if I saw 
Stan or anyone else again. Not as long as I was able to make it with Mike. 

I finished dressing in silence. Mike slipped on his pajamas, while I put my 
nightie back on. 

I tiptoed toward the door, throwing him a kiss as I opened it. 

"Thanks for a beautiful time," I told him. 

He looked at me and gave me a troubled mile. 

 CHAPTER 9 

The week following my first sex experience with my brother Mike was trying. 

What made things particularly difficult for me was the constant urgings I 
had for his body. I couldn't hold back the waves of excitation that were 
seemingly always sweeping through me. I kept desiring his naked body, and my 
awake and sleeping hours were both dominated by the memory of his thrusting 
nude body cavorting with me inside his bed. 

I confronted Mike two nights after our love-making session. My folks were 
out doing the shopping, and I felt that it was a perfect time for us to 
engage in some quick lovemaking. 

"You know, Mike, I really love the memories of the other night," I smiled. 
"How about us getting together again?" 

At that point something strange happened. His face turned pale and his hands 
began trembling. 

"I can't," he said in a shaky tone. 

"What's gotten into you, Mike?" 

"I just can't, sis. It just wouldn't be right." 

"Why not?" 

"I've been thinking about our lovemaking, too, and the thoughts haven't been 
very pretty. I don't like the idea of seducing my own sister. It's a 
terrible thing, and I've awakened at night several times shivering with 
sweat just thinking about it." 

"Don't let the guilt hang-up get you," I shook my head. 

"I'm sorry, it just isn't right. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a date 
with Sarah." 

"I'm a better piece of ass than that little whore," I reacted with wounded 
anger. 

"Watch what you're calling Sarah." 

"All right, I'm sorry. Maybe she isn't a whore, but I'm angry. I want some 
sex, Mike, and I want it from you now." 

"like I told you before, you're not gonna get it." 

"Just some quick sex. I won't even make you late for your date. Besides, she 
can wait a few minutes." 

"That isn't the point," he said firmly. "No, I made my mind up. I can't 
allow myself to be tempted like that again. I'll accept the responsibility. 
I won't blame you. After all, I am your older brother. But we can't let 
anything like this happen again, sis. We just can't let our guards down:" 

"I can hardly believe my ears. You really do have hang-ups. I thought you 
were a groovy guy who didn't let things bother him." 

"Generally I don't, but this is something different. You are my own sister." 

"What difference does that make if two people really dig each other?" I 
shouted. 

"You're gonna have to excuse me." 

With that he stalked quickly out of the house. 

No sooner did the door close behind him than my whole body began to shudder. 
I threw my head into my hands and began sobbing unrestrainedly. 

I finally had to go to bed and have myself a good sustained cry. As a 
matter-of-fact, I wasn't any good for the rest of the evening. I never came 
out of my room. 

By the time the week had passed, I was bound and determined to snare Mike 
again. I couldn't help but recall how satisfying it had been for me to just 
watch his cock being fellated by lovely Sarah. I needed some of that action 
myself, and I wasn't going to rest easy until I got it. 

It was a Saturday night when I decided to make my move. Mike had gone out on 
a date. This time it was somebody different than Sarah. Since my folks were 
gone away for the weekend, I figured that the opportunity was as ripe as it 
would ever be. 

I turned down an opportunity to go out with Stan, giving him the excuse that 
I had a cold. He tried to talk me out of declining the date, even promising 
not to try and have sex with me. But I remained firm. My thoughts were 
focused exclusively on my brother Mike. 

That whole evening, while I sat in the den devoting only scant attention to 
the television set that was on, I began formulating my plans. 

After much thought, I came to the conclusion that the only way for me to 
achieve my objective was through even bolder action than I had participated 
in the first time. On that occasion I had trotted into Mike's room wearing 
my baby dolls. 

This time I would go one step further. That's right, I would strip 
completely naked and lie down in the middle of his bed, awaiting his return 
from the date. 

To bolster my courage, I went to the bar and opened a bottle of Scotch that 
my folks had been sipping on periodically for the last few weeks. 

I had two stiff shots, then a third, after which I began to feel bolder and 
more reckless than before. 

In fact, the confidence began to ooze within me to such an extent that I 
decided on strip-ping my. body devoid of clothes right on the spot. 

I quickly undid my blouse and bra, tossing both casually to the floor. 

I reached out and touched my ripe, creamy breasts, the same firm tits that 
both Stan and Mike had loved to devour. If I had my way, brother Mike would 
be devouring them once more very shortly. 

Once I had removed my blouse and bra, it required just one simple step to 
unzip my slacks. I felt better than ever after stepping out of them. And 
after finally slipping my panties down my legs and kicking them off, I 
looked down at my snowy, white mound. 

I got so itchy with expectation just thinking about Mike that I reached down 
between my legs with my right hand. I let my fingers move smoothly over my 
vagina, enjoying the firm contact. 

I stopped short of creaming, though, deciding that I didn't want to engage 
in any pre-mature climaxes. I would wait until Mike came home, after which I 
would be ripe for plenty of action. I finally walked into Mike's bedroom, 
undoing his bed and turning back the sheets. Just climbing inside it once 
more caused the building sensations to return to my body. 

"I've got to get another beautiful fuck from him," I told myself as I 
stretched out in his bed. 

I then began the nervous wait for him to return from his date. I kept hoping 
that he wouldn't stay overnight at the girl's house. 

It wasn't until a few minutes past twelve that I heard the sound of a car 
coming to a stop in the driveway. 

"Here we go," I sucked in my breath tensely, awaiting the next course of 
action. 

 CHAPTER 10 

The wait seemed like forever, but just a few moments later Mike arrived in 
his room. 

When he threw open the door and observed me lying nude in his bed, my legs 
spread suggestively, my anxious mound standing out invitingly, he looked at 
me with astonishment. 

His first reaction. was silence, but after the. initial shock wore off, he 
walked toward me. 

"What in hell do you think you're doing in here ? " he asked. 

Even though he was attempting to remain firm in his resolve, I could see 
that his composure was quickly shattering under the temptation of viewing my 
sexy naked form. 

As I lay there atop the soft white sheets, his eyes continued to remain 
riveted on me. There didn't seem to be any way for him to remove them from 
my body. 

As he moved toward me slowly, I observed his cock hardening with great 
swiftness. He might be able to tell me one thing, but his dick most 
certainly could not lie. 

"Just what in hell are you doing here?" he asked with panic in his voice. 

"I'm here to entertain you," I smiled. 

"You'd better go back to your room. That is, after putting your clothes on." 

"Am I too much of a temptation for you lying here like this?" 

"I don't like my own sister acting so god-damned cheap." 

"I don't consider myself cheap. I just consider myself honest. You're not 
being honest with yourself, Mike." 

"What makes you say that?" 

"You might say one thing, but your hard cock doesn't lie. You want me and 
you know it. Why torture yourself and me at the same time? Come on. and join 
me." 

The longer that I observed him, the easier it was for me to detect the 
lipstick on his lips. He had received at least a few kisses from the girl he 
had dated. Also, I soon began to pick up the scent of alcohol on his breath. 

"Did you already get a piece of ass tonight, Mike?" I decided to chide him. 

"You shut up. No, I didn't, as a matter-of-fact." 

"You mean she turned you away after a few kisses?" 

"Yes, damn it. But it's none of your business." 

"Then you've got every reason to feel hot now. No wonder you've got such a 
bulging hard-on. Come over here a little closer and I'll unzip you. I'd just 
love to play with your long dick." 

"Don't do anything of the kind," he said. 

"You really are making .things difficult, Mike. You know I turn you on. You 
know we made beautiful love together once. Let's do it again." 

He stood there watching me for a few more seconds. After that he shook his 
head. 

"You're really making it hard for me to say no, sis. Okay, I'll level with 
you. I've thought about you many times since that night. I really do want 
you, but I don't think it would be right." 

"Come over here just a little closer." 

He moved another step forward. That's all it took. At that point he was 
within range, so I reached out with my left hand and quickly unzipped his 
trousers. 

Within seconds I was reaching inside his shorts and pulling on his huge, 
swollen penis. I made a quick grab for it, beginning by touching it at the 
tip. 

He quivered as I made my initial contact with the bulging organ. I let my 
fingers massage the tip of it for several moments, then quickly began to 
expand my movements, running my fingers up and down the full length of it. 

"You've got to be the best piece of ass around," he sighed, "even if you are 
my own sister. Let go and give me a chance to undress. If you want a roll in 
the hay, you're gonna get it 

"That's just what I do want," I looked at him and smiled triumphantly. 

Even though it didn't take him long to re-move his clothes, the wait was 
seemingly eternal for me. When a girl is as hot as I was at the moment, when 
her pussy is on fire, then even a moment's wait can seem like forever. 

He finally jumped out of his shorts, tossing them casually to the floor and 
striding boldly toward the bed in long gaits. 

He lowered his body quickly into the bed, rolling over in the sheets and 
throwing his trembling, anxiety-ridden arms around my waist. 

While he held me snugly in his' grasp, he showered my lips with scores of 
kisses. 

After he had succeeded in heating me up through a series of passionate lip 
kisses, he let his lips go to work on my left nipple. 

He kissed my nipple several times, causing my whole body to rock with 
delightful satisfaction. He then moved along to my other breast, repeating 
the same movements, sending the surging waves of excitement through-out my 
body. 

As his lips kept coming into steady contact with my nipples; he reached down 
with his right hand and began to let his fingers slide over my vagina. 

The longer that his fingertips came into con-tact with my fleshy vaginal 
walls, the closer I came to juicing. 

Finally a few preliminary droplets spilled from my mound, which he 
interpreted immediately as a good sign. 

"You're getting hot all right," he said. 

"I've been hot all night. It's a damn shame you had to go out on a date. 
Otherwise we would have been fucking up a storm all night long." 

"Let's forget about that. That's all in the past. The point is I'm here now 
and readier to fuck than ever." 

"That's what I like to hear," I gasped. 

His fingers went to work once more, sliding with magnificent dexterity over 
my mound, precipitating more violent shock waves of sexual electricity 
inside me. 

"Play with my snatch," I encouraged. "Your fingers are like magic, my dear." 

 CHAPTER 11 

Mike was soon prepared to proceed at full speed ahead. 

After fingering my vagina and working me into a passionate lather, he 
slipped his head down toward my buttocks. 

He reached out with his tongue, letting it slide along my left ass cheek. 
While he slipped it against my firm buttocks, my whole body began to rotate 
in reaction to his efforts. 

He finished sucking my left buttock, then moved over to the right, repeating 
the same kind of fervent activity. 

He released his tongue from my right ass cheek, then looked at me and 
exclaimed : 

"I want to sixty-nine with you. I want to exchange hot sucks." 

"That sounds like a beautiful idea, baby." 

"I want to suck your ass-hole, and while I'm doing it I want you to suck 
mine. That's the way we'll both get excited." 

He flipped his body over, spreading his legs and letting his tongue come to 
rest between my legs. As he remained poised there, preparing to unleash his 
tongue in the direction of my ass-hole, he had his buttocks resting just 
above my face. 

"Let's start exchanging sucks," he said excitedly. 

He leaned forward, letting his flaming red tongue begin to thrust inside my 
anus. His tongue worked with brisk effectiveness. He wasn't about to engage 
in the kind of slow, exploratory movements that I was sometimes accustomed 
to in sex. He was instead determined to work his tongue quickly right at the 
outset. 

As his tongue darted inside my ass-hole, penetrating ever deeper, I took the 
cue and decided it. was the for me to return his brand of activity. 

With a flourish my tongue went to work, darting and stabbing inside his 
ass-hole. It didn't take me long to discover just how much he enjoyed my 
movements. 

His whole body began fluttering, and as it did so he stepped up the pace of 
his fucking, driving his tongue ever deeper inside my ass-hole. 

Our bodies wiggled as we worked our tongues around, devouring each other 
with great skill and determination. 

I got to the, point where I was able to time my movements with great 
precision. I would flip my tongue with everything I had, spearing his 
ass-hole deeply and repeatedly, and all the while he would unleash his 
tongue with burning determination against my anus. 

He really tickled my rectum with every piercing thrust of his tongue, and 
all the while I felt myself moving inexorably toward orgasm. 

While I moved closer toward that splendid moment, I kept up my flowing 
movements in-side his ass-hole. 

I could see from the length and hardness of his erection that he wouldn't be 
able to with-stand that kind of pace for much longer either. It would soon 
be imperative for us to switch our efforts to each other's sex organ. 

I finally released my tongue from his ass-hole. 

"I was about ready to juice," I told him. 

"Shouldn't we move on?" 

"I guess you figure that it's time for us to sixty-nine," he nodded. 

"It sure is. For me anyway." 

"I'm feeling the same urges." 

"That's gold." 

"After all, I am only human." 

"That's true enough." 

He took me by complete surprise at that point, reaching out with his right 
index finger and stabbing it high into my ass-hole. 

My whole body immediately started wiggling, and as he kept up with his 
stabbing efforts, he plunged his finger ever deeper into my ass-hole. 

"Do the same thing to me," he commanded, panting as he continued his 
movements. "This is the way to really get each other hot. This'll almost 
finish the job. Then when I stop and go to your pussy, you can do the same. 
I want to turn my tongue loose in your mound." 

I was only too happy to cooperate with him in any and every way. I reached 
out with my right index finger, directing it briskly toward his ass-hole. 

We exchanged hot stabs, driving our fingers deep inside each other's 
ass-hole. 

While the pumping continued, our bodies flailed with excitement. Inhibitions 
had vanished long ago, and now it was just a question of when and how we 
would get our orgasmic kicks. 

Once he was convinced that I was close to orgasm, he withdrew his finger 
from my ass-hole and clutched my buttocks firmly. 

"Here we go," he exclaimed. 

I watched his head sink down between my legs, and observed his tongue going 
to work inside my mound. 

He attacked my pussy with great determination, slipping his tongue with 
delicious ease against my snatch. 

In a blaze of glory he kept up his fervent efforts, driving his tongue time 
and again inside my mound. 

I recognized that the time had come for me to put my tongue to work on his 
cock, and I was determined that, after going to that much a bother to get 
him to screw me a second time, that I would give it everything I had. 

My tongue collided with the end of his cock, working with speedy 
effectiveness. I confined my activities to the head of his enormous, steely 
rod for several moments, but soon I recognized that I just had to expand my 
movements. After all, we had prolonged our preliminaries to the very last 
second, so that now it was time for us to suck until we both achieved 
climax. 

He already had me on the verge of shooting from his systematic sucking 
efforts, and I was bound and determined to get him off quickly. 

I began to anticipate the stream of hot, white cream, the same kind of load 
that Sarah had, been fortunate enough to receive when I had watched them 
from the hallway. I recalled how her lips had puckered up with great 
expectation in the few moments prior to orgasm. She worked briskly on his 
cock, sucking with every-thing she had, awaiting the first few drops of his 
orgasmic load. 

I recognized that I was now in the same position. I had envied her to such a 
great extent over her sexual success with Mike that I had called her a 
whore, even though I had had no reason to do so. That was the wounded side 
of me speaking, the side that thought at the time that I might not get 
another opportunity to have sex with my handsome brother. 

But now things had been worked out. I was slipping my tongue along his 
smooth, firm penis, enjoying every stroke, taking him in with every slurping 
effort. 

I pumped my head up and down, and as I moved him ever closer to climax, I 
reached down with both hands and began tugging at his balls. I recalled how 
much he had liked it when Sarah had done the same thing, and I remembered 
the extent to which Stan had liked it when I had massaged his balls as I 
sucked his hot dick. 

He immediately reacted by sending his tongue darting even more swiftly 
inside my pussy. He plunged it into my fleshy vagina with every thing that 
he had, determined to taste my juices. 

A few brisk stabs later, the juices began to spill out of the end of my 
pussy and into his waiting mouth. 

I watched him gobble down my orgasm and all the while I kept up my pumping, 
taking in every inch of his long, proud organ, sucking him with every bit of 
desire within me. 

My fingers kept on working against his balls as the action continued. I knew 
I had him close to climax, and I was determined to apply the finishing 
touches to the spirited act. 

He wanted more than ever to shoot now that he had succeeded in swallowing my 
load, and with the desire of watching and feeling his climax, and swallowing 
his delicious juices, I worked quicker than before. 

I squeezed his balls with a new anxiety, realizing just how close he was to 
popping. 

The hot white cream was bulging within his expanding balls, and his whole 
body was rocking up and down with every diligent movement that my tongue 
made. 

A few timely strokes later, I felt the first few droplets oozing out of the 
end of his hot spear and into my mouth. 

The initial droplets served as a prelude, and I kept on sucking, determined 
to drain every drop of his juices dry. I wanted to clean out his hot 
testicles, to go after every droplet of his white sperm. 

A few joyous strokes later, the rest of his load suddenly emerged. It 
spilled lavishly out of the end of his dick, spurting into my waiting mouth. 

I was determined to gobble every drop of his hot precious juice. I had 
waited long enough to suck him, and was determined that everything was going 
to come out just the way I had planned it. 

He released his tongue from my mound as he began to shoot. Just a few 
moments before he had finished cleaning out my vagina with his tongue, and 
now he was receiving a stupendous thrill as a result of my hot tongue 
movements. 

"Go after every drop," he called out to me. "Suck me dry, baby. There's a 
lot of hot juice there, and I want you to have every drop." 

His legs swayed like enormous tree trunks getting ready to give way in a 
storm as the juices continued to spurt out of him and into my mouth. 

My fingers continued to toy with his balls, tickling them as the liquid 
stream kept on emerging from, his cock. 

I succeeded in my objective, not losing even one droplet of his precious 
juices. 

As I turned my tongue loose from his cock, he heaved a sigh of exhilaration. 

"You weren't kidding when you said you wanted to make Iove to me," he said. 
"I can see that you put everything into it." 

"I told you that I loved you. Why do you think I was so eager to get you 
back in bed again?" 

"Honey, I wanted to do it so bad you couldn't believe it. But I was afraid." 

"Are you still afraid?" 

"Hell, no." 

To prove his point he threw his arms around me and delivered a kiss of 
gratitude to my lips. 

He let his lips remain fervently pressed against Mine for several moments, 
after which he released them. 

"I hope that proves my point," he said. 

"If that doesn't, I guess nothing will." 

"I need you again. There's nothing like you to bring my cock up instantly. 
That chick to-night, she just wanted to cock tease. I know she can be had, 
but it's gonna take a lot of time and bullshit to get her in bed. And it's 
gonna require that I spend a lot of money on her. She's one of these chicks 
that really-likes a guy to cut loose in the pocketbook." 

"Forget about her. You've got me." 

"Having somebody like you to go to, sis, makes me ,forget about all that 
bullshit. Who needs cock-teasing broads like her." 

"You don't. Not while I'm around." 

"You said it." 

His fingers began to press against my breasts. He reached out and tugged at 
my skin, enjoying the firm contact with my warm boobs. 

The longer that his fingers pressed and toyed with my skin, the more eager I 
became for more sex. The pangs of anxiety began to return. 

His fingers kept stabbing, and with sweeping sensations, my pussy was 
becoming overwhelmed with desire. 

As his fingers kept on massaging my breasts. He worked his tongue suddenly 
inside my mouth. 

His tongue converged sharply with mine. The French kiss worked me into just 
the kind of animalistic sea of passion that I had been immersed in before we 
had launched into the sucking. 

He knew just how long to let his tongue glide against mine, and when he 
finally re-leased it from my mouth, he was all set to resume our fucking. 

"Just wait; there's plenty more to come," he promised. 

"With you around, I'll just bet there is." 

His fingers went to work once more, this time reaching out and pressing 
against my buttocks. 

He seemed to like my ass cheeks just as well as my breasts, and that was 
fine with me. 

Mike was all set to resume his torrid pace. 

He reached down with his tongue, pursuing my left breast. He quickly left a 
trail of hot saliva as a result of his fervent tongue movements. He 
controlled his tongue with sweeping passion, working it enthusiastically 
over every crevice of hot flesh. 

He made certain that he distributed his movements over both breasts, not 
wanting to demonstrate one bit of partiality. 

While his tongue was eagerly circulating over either my right or left 
breast, his fingers went to work on my legs. 

I loved the masculine, authoritative way in which he reached out and 
clutched then m my thighs. He squeezed them eagerly, his fingers downward 
toward my ankles. Every few inches, he would cease his movements, then 
return to them. 

All the while his fingers were in perpetual motion, moving eagerly and 
spiritedly, me to become more greatly excited with each and every passing 
second. 

He kept up his hot antics, licking my breasts with great ferocity, 
determined to get me as hot as possible before embarking on another course 
of action with his cock. 

Once he finished sucking my breasts, he reached out with his teeth and began 
to nibble on my left nipple. 

I enjoyed the sensations he applied, and my legs were trembling in great 
appreciation of his actions. He just couldn't seem to please me too much. 
Every time that his teeth would come become that much more overwhelmed. 

He worked his teeth over my left nipple for a while, then quickly switched 
his activities to my right nipple. 

All the while he continued his flowing finger movements, letting them pinch 
and stab against my legs while he kept up his course of action. 

I could see that he would not be able to maintain that particular pace for 
very long. It would be imperative for him to move into the actual fucking 
routine. 

I wondered if he would want his cock sucked again. If he did, I would only 
be too happy to supply him with some brisk movements. 

He finally released his teeth from my right nipple. By that time my whole 
body was feeling the flaming urgings that had been a part of me prior to my 
first orgasm. I could hardly wait for him to go to work on me once more. 

As his body trembled with great determination and zeal, he released his 
fingers from my thighs and prepared to put his cock to work once more. 

"I want inside your cunt," he said. "My cock is wild with excitement, and 
it's eager to work its way inside your pussy." 

"Please give me all the action you can. I need it. I'm hungry for your 
fuck." 

"I'm hungry for your body." 

His fingers circulated up and down my back with great warmth as his body 
rocked back and forth, then thrust forward toward my waiting mound. 

In a blistering sea of passion, he pushed and pumped his pecker inside my 
mound. 

He entered my fleshy, trembling, itchy vagina with one swift thrusting 
effort. 

"You're in me," I exclaimed, "keep your hips rotating, baby. Keep up the hot 
fucking." 

"I want you bad." 

"Drive you cock into my mound. Give me everything you've got." 

"I love you." 

I watched the manner in which his hips would thresh. The longer that his 
pumping movements continued, the better I felt all over. I enjoyed receiving 
his incessant thrusts, and as he kept up his hot movements, I could feel the 
waves of sensation multiplying inside me. 

By body heaved back and forth, and my breathing became heavier as my heart 
pounded with ecstasy. I enjoyed nothing more than the feeling attached to 
his cock driving unrestrainedly inside my mound. 

His firm dick kept on thrusting within me, pushing and pumping as he moved 
ever closer to climax. 

His fingers at first moved up and down my back,. but soon he switched his 
movements to my buttocks. 

He reached out and slapped them, then ran his fingers over them. He pinched 
and stabbed at them as the fucking continued. 

He began to puff and gasp. I-observed his muscles tensing, particularly his 
arm and leg muscles, as he kept up his swift, propulsive thrusts. 

"Keep fucking me," I called out encouragement, "keep your cock in my pussy. 
I want it, I need it, I want you to stab me. Drive it into me, darling.: 
Drive your cock in my mound. I need that kind of beautiful action." 

His fingers continued to maneuver around my buttocks as his cock movements 
became more intense than ever. 

He gritted his teeth as he plunged his hard rod ever deeper into my mound. 
He tore into me resolutely, eager to explode his juices in-side my mound. 

While the fucking continued, he leaned for-ward and let his tongue slip 
inside my mouth. 

Our tongues merged in a sea of delight, bathing joyously together as he kept 
on fucking me. 

He moved ever closer to orgasm, keeping up his fucking stabs, driving his 
dick forward, accelerating his pace as he slid his tong dick in and out of 
my mound. 

He drove himself ever closer to the big moment, and I was anticipating the 
sea of jissum that I knew would be spilling out the end of his organ and 
into my mound. 

He was fracturing me with his piercing stabs, keeping up his efforts, 
pounding his cock ever deeper into my pussy. 

I could tell that I was not far off from exploding. It would just be a 
question of time before the liquid would spill out of me. 

I hoped that I would be able to shoot about the same time as Mike. An 
on-target orgasm would provide both of us with the maximum in sexual 
fascination. 

He withdrew his fingers from my buttocks, then allowed them to go to work on 
my breasts. He loved toying with my tits and did so excitedly as he moved 
his cock back and forth in-side my pussy. 

My vaginal muscles tightened as he gave me everything he had, driving his 
cock fervently into me. 

Our bodies trembled as we pushed steadily forward into the final stages of 
the act. It would be just a short time before he would explode, and I was 
waiting for every droplet of juice that spilled out of his excited organ. 

He withdrew his fingers from my breasts, then released his tongue from my 
mouth. 

"Get set," was all he said. 

He threw his arms around my body, gripping me tightly as he penetrated with 
every ounce of energy that he possessed. 

I liked having his sharp, burning cock stabbing incessantly inside my pussy, 
and my ass cheeks flipped back and forth as I met his every searing 
movement. 

My body was thrusting back and forth to meet his stabs, and the bed rocked 
from the sounds of our passionate lovemaking. 

I juiced at that point, heaving a loud sigh, and I knew that he was only a 
few strokes behind. 

Several moments later, he had a burning urge to slip his tongue inside my 
mouth one more time. 

While our tongues were merging with blissful excitement, I felt the droplets 
spurt out of the end of his cock. 

The passionate liquids spilled out of him, surging into my waiting vagina. 

My whole body quivered with great satisfaction as the juices poured out of 
him and into my mound. 

The fuck was an unforgettable experience. 

After it was over we got up slowly from the bed, then got ready to retire 
for the evening. 

My final act that night was to kiss my brother tenderly on the lips. 

"It was a wonderful experience," I told him. "It couldn't have been better." 

As I walked slowly into my bedroom a smile of satisfaction began to spread 
across my face. 

I had achieved my objective, and I was determined that my brother would no 
longer feel any degree of fear about expressing himself sexually to me. 

 CHAPTER 12 

A few days passed following my wonderful interlude with Mike. 

What caused us both great problems was that my folks were around the house 
so much of the time. Mike was still a little afraid to make a move, but I 
was happy to see that apparently his guilt feelings had passed out of 
existence. The main thing he was concerned about was being detected in 
lovemaking with his own sister, something he knew he had to avoid. 

One evening my folks went away to play cards with some friends. I figured 
that the time was appropriate for me to wait for my brother to come home 
from school, where he had been doing some studying in the library. 

I figured that the wise thing for me to do would be to prepare for him in 
the same manner that I had on the last occasion when we had made love. 

First of all I would have myself a couple of drinks, just to get organized 
and throw off some inhibitions, after which I would undress and lie in the 
middle of his bed. 

I got excited just thinking about the expression on his face when he had 
seen me lying there, my legs spread and my pussy lips beckoning invitingly, 
on that last occasion when we had made it. He had immediately, unglued, and 
it really did something for my ego to know that I had that kind of sexual 
power. 

I had a couple of shots of Scotch and water, then went into Mike's bedroom. 
I quickly re-moved my clothes, then my panties and bra, after which I pulled 
the covers of the bed back and stretched out inside the bed. 

I waited for Mike for the better part of one hour. I began getting restless 
and itchy just waiting for him. I kept envisioning his strong body threshing 
back and forth in the sheets, plunging his pecker in my direction. 

Finally I decided that I needed some kind of temporary relief, so I put the 
fingers of my right hand to work on my pussy. 

While my fingers circulated over my spirited mound, I closed my eyes and 
imagined Mike's cock coming at me. I kept thinking about him gliding it 
inside my vagina, and it was with that thought in mind that I worked my 
fingers valiantly around my mound. 

My whole body began to react with instinctive rhythm to the finger 
applications in my pussy. My fingers continued darting with great eagerness 
and determination as I applied them to my snatch. 

All the while I was moving closer to climax. My fingers began stroking more 
quickly than before, and I could tell that the juices were not far from 
materializing. 

As I lay there, stroking my pussy as rapidly as I could, I suddenly heard 
the sound of foot-steps in the hall. 

My heart palpitated, and I couldn't conceive of Mike arriving without me 
hearing the car come to a halt in the driveway. But, then again, when you 
get that turned on with sex, even of the masturbating variety, you can 
forget every-thing else. As a matter-of-fact, your hearing and everything 
else can be shut off in the process. I assumed that that was what had 
happened to me. 

My fingers kept busily working. I wanted him to see me in the act of 
masturbation. If he saw me rubbing my pussy frantically, it would make him 
that much more eager to jump into bed with me right away. 

Suddenly the door flew open and I got a big surprise. 

Standing before me was lovely dark-haired Sarah, Mike's girl friend, the 
same girl I had watched going down on him from the hallway. Sarah was the 
person who had supplied the major impetus as far as my getting together 
sexually with Mike was concerned. 

While I looked at her with bewilderment, unable to speak a word, she in turn 
smiled sweetly. 

"I must say that you're making yourself at home in your brother's room," she 
laughed. "But that's okay, honey. I'm sure he'd under-stand. If a girl wants 
to finger her pussy, I don't see any reason why she shouldn't do it." 

"How did you get in here?" 

"I was given a key by Mike at the library. He said he'd meet me here in 
about an hour. He thought you'd be out." 

"I thought I was gonna be, but I changed my plans," I said defensively. 

"Look, you don't have to get upset just be-cause I saw you fingering your 
snatch," Sarah said calmly, walking toward me. "I do it all the time, baby. 
That is, when your big brother isn't around to feed me his dick." 

"It's still embarrassing." 

"Don't think of it as that," Sarah said softly. 

She stood right next to the bed, and as she did so she reached out with her 
right hand and began to run it through my hair. 

All the while she looked at me with great intensity. It reminded me of the 
same kind of expression that Mike or Stan would have on their faces whenever 
they were exceptionally turned on with me. 

"You're such a beautiful girl," Sarah said. 

Sarah looked plenty beautiful in her own right. She wore a white pants suit 
which brought out her exquisite figure to great ad-vantage. She had smooth 
hips and firm breasts, and I could easily see why she was considered one of 
the most beautiful girls at State University. 

But what I couldn't understand was the way that she was looking at me and 
stroking my hair. And before I knew it, she was releasing her fingers from 
my hair and letting them go to work down between my legs against my mound. 

The sensations she supplied tickled me to such an extent that I could hardly 
stand it. Once more I found myself pushing toward orgasm. But what I 
couldn't understand was just why she was doing it. I knew she was hot for my 
brother in a big way, and that she was very much in demand at school. She 
could have practically any guy she wanted, but there she was, working her 
fingers swiftly over my snatch. 

"Just what are you doing?" I asked. "This is weird, Sarah. You're no 
lesbian, are you?" 

"I'm a swinger," she laughed, continuing her finger movements on my mound. 
"That means I take my pleasure as I find it, honey. If I hap-pen to find a 
handsome guy that I dig, like your big brother, then we jump into the sack 
together. If I happen to find a beautiful girl like you, then I'm sure not 
gonna turn down a chance to show a little love to her." 

She released her fingers finally from my mound, then dropped her head down 
between my legs as she crouched down inside the bed. 

My heart was palpitating with savage rapidity, and even though I wanted to 
cry out and do my best to stop her from continuing' the flow of the sex 
activity, something within me was stopping me from doing so. I just couldn't 
seem to bring myself to stop her. It meant just too much for me to get some 
more in the way of sensations from her. 

She let her fingers toy first with my buttocks, then slide down my legs. I 
liked the way that she gripped my thighs ever so smoothly, and the 
sensations within me were multiplying so fast that I didn't know what to do. 

The next thing I knew she was applying her tongue to my, love button. She 
started out very slowly, barely letting the tongue scrape over my snatch. 

Back and forth she moved her tongue, letting more sensations materialize 
within my body as she stroked. 

Up and down her head bobbed, and through it all she was supplying me with 
wonderful movements. The slow pace did not last for long, as you might have 
guessed. Pretty soon she began to put a lot more speed into her efforts, 
sliding her tongue over every crevice of my pussy. She then began to do 
something that turned me on in a big way. She would release her tongue from 
my mound, then let her teeth glide over my pussy lining. 

She would alternate her efforts between the sucking and the nibbling, and 
the longer she followed that course of action, the more carried away I 
became. 

My whole body trembled as she kept up her burning pace. With throbbing 
anxiety she kept up the sucking and the nibbling, moving me to the brink of 
climax. 

"Keep it up, darling, go after my pussy juices," I exclaimed. 

She moved her fingers against my buttocks. She slid them against my firm ass 
cheeks, then pinched the skin as she kept on with the sucking. She had me on 
the verge of climax, and my whole body was giving way under the heavy tongue 
onslaught. 

I trembled as the juices began to shoot out from my pussy and into her 
waiting mouth. 

I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction to know that she was that 
eager to gobble every drop of my pussy juices. 

 CHAPTER 13 

Even though she had succeeded in swallowing my load, it was apparent that 
beautiful Sarah was anything but satisfied. 

As soon as she swallowed the last few drop-lets of my load, she got up from 
the bed and immediately began to remove her clothing. 

She climbed out of her pants suit, then reached out and unstrapped her bra, 
letting it fall free to the floor. 

My eyes took in her lovely breasts. They looked to be about the same size as 
my own, and were every bit as well shaped. I liked the way that they pointed 
sharply outward toward me. Yes, even if she was a woman, I couldn't help but 
admire the beauty of her form and face. 

I watched her fingers reach down with great speed toward her panties. Her 
fingers caught hold of the elastic, at which point she began to slide the 
panties down her legs. 

I watched her hips and she wiggled seductively as she pulled the panties 
down her legs. She would take them off, and then reveal her-self totally in 
the nude. 

I kept eyeing her legs, and observed her pubic mound once she pulled the 
panties down to a certain point. 

I stared at her black vaginal hair, and wondered what it would be like to 
reach out and stroke it in the manner in which Mike had toyed with my pubic 
mound. 

I observed her trim ankles, wondering what it would be like to reach out and 
touch them. 

It felt strange to have those urges. Never before in my life had I ever 
thought about a woman in that fashion, but, then again, never had I come up 
against anyone quite like Sarah. 

She stepped out of the panties, then sauntered sexily toward me. 

I watched her lovely hips wiggle. She was like me. There wasn't an ounce of 
flab any-where on her body. She was well developed but firm, and I could 
easily see why Mike thought such a great deal of her. 

Up until that point I had been somewhat jealous of the fact that Mike 
thought such a great deal of her, but I wasn't any longer. In-stead I felt a 
tremendous sense of admiration for Sarah, and was happy that she had thought 
so much of me that she actually wanted to go down on my pussy. 

She was moving closer now, and the nearer she drew to me, the greater the 
feeling of exhilaration that I had. 

She slipped her body ever so slowly into bed with me, and as she moved 
closer, I picked up the scent of the overpoweringly seductive per-fume that 
she wore. 

She looked at me and smiled. As her wide dark eyes carried with them an 
hypnotic effect, I observed her puckering up her thick ruby-red lips. 

Sarah moved her thick lips toward mine, and before I knew it her lips were 
plunging against mine. 

While our lips collided with blissful excitement, she reached out with her 
right hand and allowed it to glide through my hair. 

She permitted her lips to remain locked against mine for quite a little 
while, after which she finally removed them. 

"I want you again," she announced. 

I was overcome by the electricity of her presence. I didn't even have time 
to think of the implications of all that was happening. If I had, I no doubt 
would have felt great guilt pangs. But my emotions were completely ruling me 
by that point, and every time that I looked at her beautiful face or body, I 
became that much more impressed. 

Her fingers began to thoroughly explore my entire form. She started out by 
letting them move smoothly over my forehead, after which she let them drop 
down to my breasts. 

She curled, her fingers around my tits, then let them circulate over my 
nipples. All the while the sensations were multiplying through-out my whole 
body. I was totally enraptured by this beautiful woman who was providing me 
with all kinds of stimulating satisfaction. 

She worked. her fingers smoothly around my breasts, then let them drop down 
to my stomach, which she carefully and thoroughly fingered. After that she 
slipped her fingers up and down my back, enjoying every hot sensation as I 
continued to feel great joy from every finger stab that she supplied. 

Her fingers worked their way down to my buttocks. She let them slide with 
great eagerness against my ass cheeks, pinching and stabbing at them. 

"That's nice, you've got a real nice butt," she said soothingly. "I know 
just how to give your butt sensations. I know how to give your pussy 
sensations. Just stick with me, honey, and you're gonna feel real good." 

Her finger movements became more rapid the longer that she worked them 
against my ass cheeks. 

She kept on pinching and stabbing, and be-fore I knew it my whole body was 
trembling rapidly. 

If there was one thing that Sarah knew how to do, it was the right way to 
get a woman passionately aroused. 

She would make certain that she touched every erogenous part of my body. 

After she had collided her fingers resolutely with my buttocks, she wound up 
with her fingers gripping my thighs ever so carefully. 

She moved her fingers over my thighs slowly, but before long she was moving 
her fingers rapidly and sharply. She pinched and tugged, getting me to the 
very point where she wanted me. 

Sarah was no fool. She knew that, if she got me hot enough, I would be 
willing to go further than I would have otherwise. 

She recognized that I was a new convert to girl sex, and as such she was 
maintaining a cautious pace, not wanting to frighten off her new convert. 

Her fingers clutched my thighs forefully, and I could see by the expression 
on her face that she would be launching into a new facet of sex. 

A look of heartfelt determination filled her face as she got set to go on to 
her next move. 

Even though I didn't know at that point what that move would be, I was 
certain that it would be something that possessed a great deal of erotic 
fascination. 

She curled her fingers around my buttocks, then released them. After that 
she reached out with her hands and began to slap at my ass cheeks. 

They were soft slaps, the kind that were meant to arouse me. 

Sarah fondled my ass cheeks, then reached down and kissed my left buttock. 
After she removed her lips from my left buttock, she pursued my right. 

Naturally I was getting more and more over-whelmed by her passionate 
efforts. She couldn't help but send all kinds of shock waves through my body 
from the movements she brought to bear. 

She reached out and parted my legs, grabbing my thighs, then flipped her 
body over mine. 

Her ass cheeks fluttered back and forth, and her butt came to rest just a 
shade above my head. 

As her ass cheeks were manipulating back and forth, she worked her tongue 
down between my legs and let it go to work inside my ass-hole. 

I'll never forget her first swift stab. It sent all kinds of thrills bolting 
through my whole body. I hadn't realized that she was anticipating that 
course of action, but as soon as she started to move her tongue against my 
hot anus, my whole world came alive with ecstasy. 

Back and forth she thoroughly drove her tongue, sliding it around my 
ass-hole, making certain that she covered every base. 

While her tongue was skillfully manipulating inside my anus, while the hot 
rimming continued, her buttocks kept on flipping back and forth. She was so 
excited by all of the action that there was no way she could contain 
herself. 

While the hot sucking feverishly continued, I couldn't help but be enticed 
by the looks of her appealing ass cheeks. 

I reached out with both hands, grabbing her buttocks and clutching them 
while she let her tongue slide with effective zeal inside my anus. 

At one point she abandoned her sucking efforts, turning around and looking 
at me. 

"Get busy, darling," she implored. "While I'm sucking your ass-hole, you can 
be doing the same thing to me. That'll make for luscious excitement for both 
of us." 

At that point she went back to her sucking, sending her tongue swiftly 
inside my ass-hole. She darted her tongue even more quickly than before. I 
enjoyed every fervent effort that she supplied, and the longer that her ass 
cheeks delectably manipulated before my eyes, the more convinced I became 
that perhaps I could bring it upon myself to suck a woman's ass-hole. 

The whole thought did seem strange in a number of ways, and as I reached out 
and toyed with her buttocks, I was conditioning myself that much more to 
strive one step forward. 

Even though I still had a few hang-ups about getting involved in a lesbian 
act, her ass cheeks did look delightful. I kept thinking about what it would 
be like to stab my tongue inside her hot ass in just the same way that she 
was sup-plying my ass-hole with brisk tongue strokes. 

Finally I decided to throw caution to the winds, slipping my tongue forward 
and letting it stab lightly inside her anus. 

While my tongue toyed, with her ass-hole, I brought the fingers of both 
hands to bear on her buttocks. 

My fingers stabbed with great energy as my tongue began to pick up momentum. 
I began sliding it faster than before, slipping it around inside her anus, 
setting a quicker pace as time elapsed. 

Before I knew it I had acclimated myself fully to the act of sucking her 
ass-hole. While she set a blistering pace inside my burning ass-hole, I 
began to do the same to her, letting my tongue slickly slide around her 
ass-hole. 

We kept exchanging furious strokes, and pretty soon my buttocks were 
wiggling with the same unrestrained zeal as hers were wiggling. 

After we had continued the blistering ass-hole sucking for several minutes, 
she finally. removed her tongue from my anus. 

"I don't know about you, dearie, but my cunt is on fire," she told me. "I've 
got to shoot it fast." 

"I'm with you all the way," I nodded. 

"Then I suggest we go to the sixty-nine scene." 

"Right now I guess I'm ready for anything." 

"That's my girl," she chuckled, reaching out and patting my buttocks 
affectionately. "I knew that once you let yourself go, you were gonna love 
this. After all, you're a beautiful woman and you've got a beautiful body. 
Naturally you're proud of yourself, and that's all that this means. By 
making love to another woman, it really means that you have pride in 
yourself as a woman." 

"I never stopped to think about that." 

"Course. If you've got pride, then it's only understandable that you would 
feel that same degree of pride and fascination for another beautiful woman. 
That's all that it really amounts to." 

"Maybe you're right. I never quite thought about it that way, but I guess 
you are right." 

"Course, I am," she laughed. "I'm always right." 

"Maybe you are." 

"I'm right about one thing. You're a great piece of ass, honey. I like 
rimming you, I like sucking your slit. But speaking of that, it's time for 
me to go to work. I'm gonna give you an even better pussy suck than I did 
the time before." 

"I don't see how you could improve on that," I laughed. 

"There's one way. You're gonna be sucking me, baby. That's the big 
difference. When I'm getting it, it's that much easier for me to give it." 

"I follow you," I laughed. 

"I should think you would." 

She patted my ass cheeks once more for good measure, then sank her head down 
between my legs. 

While her fingers were fondling my thighs, she worked her tongue around my 
mound. 

There would be no slow, exploratory movements brought to bear in this 
instance. I could see that she was much too hot for that. She wanted to 
allow her tongue free access to my slit, and as she put it to work, sliding 
it eagerly inside my mound, I worked my tongue for-ward, allowing it to come 
into brisk contact with her mound. 

We began to exchange swift strokes, and as we kept up our speedy pace, she 
glided her ass cheeks back and forth, as always presenting an imposing 
target for my efforts. 

She looked sexier than ever with her ass cheeks flouncing more quickly than 
before, and all the while I continued probing and sinking my tongue ever 
deeper inside her pussy. 

I knew that it wouldn't take either one of us long to orgasm, and we drove 
our tongues at a furious pace, stroking for all we were worth in the 
interests of sexual joy. 

As I moved closer to climax, she reached out and touched my ass cheeks more 
firmly than before. I interpreted that as a clue that she would, be juicing 
before very long. 

With that thought in mind, my tongue worked with greater ferocity than ever. 
I let it dart speedily inside her hot mound, circulating it with great speed 
and deliberation inside her blazing pussy. 

While we were matching each other stroke for stroke, pushing ever closer to 
climax, I thought I heard footsteps, but I couldn't be sure. 

At that point I really didn't care. I was a woman possessed with one 
objective, that of causing beautiful Sarah to explode in my mouth. 

I followed her example, slipping my fingers against the crevices of her 
buttocks. 

While my fingers smoothly exercised them-selves over her ass cheeks, I kept 
up the hot stabs, driving my tongue against her mound. 

I finally found myself unable to withhold my juices any longer. My hot pussy 
juice spilled out of my mound and into her waiting mouth. 

No sooner did I unload the last few drops of my juice that she spilled her 
load into my mouth, which I affectionately caught and swallowed. 

As I released my tongue from her mound, I looked up and observed a grinning 
Mike standing a few feet away from the bed. 

As I could have expected, he had his cock in his right hand, and was pumping 
up and down on its iron-hard surface. 

 CHAPTER 14 

"I can see that you girls have gotten intimately acquainted," Mike laughed 
loudly. 

"You sure must have come in fast," Sarah grinned. "I never even heard you." 

"What the hell. There could have been an earthquake, and you girls wouldn't 
have heard it or felt it. You were too turned on with each other." 

"I suppose that's true, Sarah smiled. 

"You know, I feel kind of short-changed," Mike shook his head. 

"Why is that?" I asked. 

"I didn't really get much of a chance to see you girls go through your 
paces." 

"You see, Susan baby, your brother Mike has quite a bit of the voyeur in 
him," Sarah said. 

"Damned right I do, and I'm proud of it," he exclaimed with great 
enthusiasm. 

"I'm willing to do a retake if Susan is," Sarah laughed. "Course, it won't 
be just for your exclusive benefit. It's that I enjoy the delicious taste of 
her pussy, and I'd like to sample some more of her juices." 

"Hell, I realize that," he laughed. "It's just that I'd like to get another 
chance to look at you two." 

"Do we look that good?" Sarah asked. 

"You know better than that. You've got the two best bodies in town, as far 
as I'm concerned. Just watching you two make it in the sheets is too much. I 
love the beautiful sight of those gorgeous butts twisting." 

"So that really did something for you, did it?" Sarah laughed. 

"You know it," Mike nodded. "But get busy. I'm gonna take off my clothes and 
enjoy this thing properly. Then I'm gonna jump into the sack with you 
girls." 

"That's a real naughty brother you've got," Sarah said. 

"I know, but I sure wouldn't trade him for anybody else," I said. 

"I don't suppose you would," Sarah said. "You'd be crazy if you would." 

"He's got a pretty nice cock," I exclaimed. 

"All the better to fuck you with, my darling," Mike winked. 

Sarah and I watched as Mike quickly took off his clothes. 

"Get busy, girls, I want to watch you two tear each other up one more time," 
Mike said anxiously. 

"Fine with me," Sarah nodded. 

A look of determination suddenly surfaced on Sarah's face as she worked her 
tongue down toward my mound. 

Once more her hips and ass cheeks began rotating, providing me with a 
gorgeous sight as her tongue employed itself speedily against my mound. 

With burning desire she slid it into my hot, already wet slit. My blonde 
pussy hairs were gnarled as a result of the moisture, and as she employed 
pressure on my pussy with her hot tongue, I felt the tingling urges 
throughout my super-charged body. 

"Go to work sucking her," Mike encouraged me. "Don't just lie there and 
watch, honey. She wants to do it sixty-nine style. That means give and take, 
sweetheart." 

I looked over at Mike. By that time he had stripped off his T-shirt and 
shorts, and was devoting his attention to two things-watching us fuck, and 
playing with his long hard cock. 

While he circulated his fingers up and down his hard organ with his right 
hand, he used the fingers of his left hand to stroke his balls. I could tell 
from the way that they were bulging just how excited he was, and I knew that 
he would soon be chafing at the bit, determinedly looking forward to fucking 
both of us. 

I had to admit, though, that he was right. I had become so carried away on 
the receiving end of Sarah's hot tongue efforts that I hadn't even gotten 
around to sucking her. As he said, it was definitely a joint effort, and on 
that basis it was time for me to make up for lost time and put my tongue to 
work on her scorching mound. 

I reached out with both hands, clutching her thighs. I touched the warm, 
creamy skin, and as my fingers pressed against her skin my tongue moved 
forward in the direction of her mound. 

Before I knew it, I had succeeded in getting my lover's body to rock with 
quicker rapidity than ever. I could see that the longer I put my tongue to 
work on Sarah's mound, and provided her with other forms of hot activity, 
the better she liked it. 

She was warming up to her task as well, driving her tongue furiously inside 
my mound as I sucked her snatch and toyed with her thighs. 

I would alternately touch her thighs softly, then apply pressure, and all 
the while she was conscientiously sucking my mound. 

 CHAPTER 15 

While my tongue continued to relentlessly explore Sarah's smoldering pussy, 
I would look over at Mike every now and then. 

His jerking efforts were becoming more rapid than ever, and I could tell 
from the way that he was panting that he would soon have to get in bed and 
fuck. 

"Finish it off, girls, I want to fuck you," he called out. "What beautiful 
bodies you've got. I really love watching your asses twirl. It's a great 
sight to see. Keep up the action. Don't slow down." 

He didn't need to caution us about slowing down. There was no way we were 
about to do that. Not when we were on the verge of shooting. 

A few brilliant strokes later, I began to taste the droplets of juice 
spurting out of Sarah's pussy. 

Her whole body spun out of control as the orgasmic liquid shot out of her. 
Her ass cheeks spun back and forth, then her whole body bounced up and down 
as she juiced. 

As I was draining the last few drops of pussy juice out of her vagina, I 
felt the urge to shoot. 

At that point it was my body that spun out of control, and the droplets of 
joy juice shot sizzlingly out of my snatch and into her waiting mouth. 

By that point in time my brother Mike was absolutely ecstatic. His jerking 
movements were so abrupt that I feared he would explode his juices right 
then and there in his own hand. 

As I released my tongue from Sarah's pussy, I looked over at Mike and 
laughed. 

"You look pretty horny, Mike," I said. 

"You're dimmed right I am," he replied, moving briskly toward me. "I've got 
to fuck you, little sister." 

Sarah moved over toward the edge of the bed after releasing her tongue from 
my mound. She had a contented look as a result of having tasted me not once 
but twice. 

"Sock it to her, Mike," she patted Mike on the back. 

"Don't worry, and you're next," he said. "Once I give her a good fuck, I'm 
gonna be ready for you." 

"You'd better be," Sarah laughed. "After all, I'm not about to be left out." 

"I've got news for you, baby. Anybody built like you would never have to 
worry about being left out of any fucking." 

As Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, watching the unfolding action 
curiously, Mike reached out and fondled my breasts. 

While his fingers thoroughly explored my tits, he leaned forward and kissed 
my lips several times. 

The excitement was naturally reeling through me from his kisses, and after 
we had exchanged a few fervent lip kisses, he slipped his tongue inside my 
mouth. 

Tongue darted against tongue in a blaze of glory, and all the while his 
fingers were toying with my breasts. 

Once that he felt that he had warmed me up enough through the 
kissingefforts, Mike released his tongue from my mouth and let his fingers 
drop down toward my legs. 

He parted my legs affectionately, then reached out with his right hand and 
dipped his fingers into my wet vagina. 

"I'm digging out some pussy juice," he laughed. 

"What on earth for?" 

"I want to lubricate you." 

"What for?" 

"So I can fuck you up the ass," Mike said. 

"My God, you mean sodomy?" 

"What the hell else does fucking up the ass mean ? " he laughed. 

"But that'll hurt like hell," I protested. 

"It'll sting a little, but just bear with it, baby. You'll really love it. 
You'll love every bit of it." 

"I'm not so sure," I said. 

"Relax and get set to enjoy it," Sarah chimed in at that point. "You don't 
have a thing to worry about, sweetheart. It's beautiful sex." 

"Has he ever done it to you?" 

"Foolish question, my dear," he laughed. 

"Of course he's done it to me," Sarah nodded firmly. "He's fucked my 
ass-hole plenty of times. I'll tell you something, baby. The first time I 
was a little leery about it, too. But he sure made me a believer in no time 
at all." 

"I make them all believers," Mike laughed, withdrawing his fingers from my 
pussy. 

I watched carefully as he dipped his wet fingers inside my ass-hole. 

"That'll loosen your anal passage a little," he winked. "Get set, honey, 
because we're gonna skyrocket together." 

He reached out and grabbed my legs, flipping them over his shoulders. 

He heaved a loud sigh preparatory to starting, then thrust his hot, anxious 
prick toward my ass-hole. 

I'll never forget his first forward penetration. It hurt like hell. As a 
matter-of-fact, my eyes began to water from the ringing pain that I felt 
from the sharp penetration his cock made inside my ass-hole. 

He thrust his dick into me good and hard, making sharp contact, then 
withdrawing his hot pecker from my anus. 

But he wasn't about to withdraw it for long: He just gave himself enough 
time to gather steam for a second forward thrust, which, if anything, 
contained even sharper, more rapid impact than the first penetration. 

While his cock was surging forward with blinding excitement, he reached out 
with his fingers and gripped my buttocks. 

He clutched my ass cheeks vigorously, constantly thrusting at me with his 
dick, entering me with sharp impact, moving himself ever closer to climax. 

Since he was thrusting his dick into me so high and hard, and was making 
such savage penetration, I didn't see how he could hope to withstand his 
pace for very long. But he kept right at it. He continued to send his dick 
into me with blazing impact, surging it high and hard into my anus. 

"What a great fucking ass you've got," he sighed. "Oh, it's just made to 
order for my hot dick. This is great, honey. I really love sending it into 
your ass-hole. What a hot ass. To think it hasn't been fucked before. To 
think I'm breaking the cherry in your ass-hole. It's about time, honey, that 
somebody's done it." 

"What beautiful fucking," Sarah laughed, calling out encouragement from a 
few feet away. "Keep fucking her, Mike honey. You've really got her going 
now." 

Our bodies rocked with fascination as he kept up his pummeling, sending his 
piercing rod ever deeper inside my anus, driving his blistering cock forward 
in pursuit of my ass-hole. 

He kept on sending his cock into the tight anal passage, and I began to 
instinctively flip my ass cheeks back and forth to give him an even tighter 
target. 

I could see just how much he was enjoying it from the look of total 
exhilaration on his face.' His whole body kept on rocking, and he kept 
accelerating as the crunching impact continued. 

The hot, surging sensations were really getting to me. I felt myself moving 
toward climax. 

At one point, while he was sending his surging dick into the innermost 
depths of my anus, I did shoot. 

My whole body trembled, and with the shaking he became that much more 
aroused. 

His fingers, which had been tugging at my legs, began to go to work on my 
breasts. He kept working his fingers in a corkscrew motion against my 
nipples. All the while he was fucking my ass-hole with great conviction, 
pushing and pumping his dick intensely, moving that much closer to climax. 

A few hot cock stabs later, the sea of white juice began to stream out of 
the end of Mike's hard cock. As the first few droplets were released into my 
ass-hole, I felt good all over. I enjoyed feeling the passionate warmth of 
his juices inside me, and my whole body shook as he released them. 

"What an ass-hole," he gasped. 

He pinched my nipples, hurting them a little as the stream of liquid kept 
oozing out of his cock and into my anus. 

His body trembled as the juices kept flowing, and finally he released the 
last few, after which he withdrew his cock from my ass-hole. 

He heaved a sigh, reached up and wiped some sweat from his brow, then moved 
his lips forward and kissed mine. 

From the manner in which he allowed them to freeze against mine for such a 
long period of time, I could tell that Mike was grateful to me for 
permitting him to penetrate my ass-hole. 

I had been terribly afraid at the beginning, and the thrusts had hurt, 
particularly the first few. As a matter-of-fact, once he withdrew his cock 
from my ass-hole, I could feel the stabbing pains there. But it all seemed 
worthwhile in retrospect. After all, I had received from Mike about the most 
erotic fuck I had ever gotten in my life. 

But Mike was anything but through. He reached down and pumped up and down on 
his cock several times, which had gone down very little in the aftermath of 
his orgasm. 

"You're next, baby," he pointed toward Sarah. 

"I thought you'd never ask," she giggled. 

"I had to work at one fuck at a time, quite naturally," Mike explained 
calmly. "I had to break in my sister's cherry ass-hole. So now I'm all set 
to fuck you up the ass." 

"My goodness," Sarah shook her head. "I figured that this time around, you'd 
probably want a pussy fuck. I didn't know if your cock would be ready for 
back-to-back ass-hole fucks." 

"I could sodomize all day long with asses as beautiful as yours and 
Susan's," Mike said. 

"I guess we'll both have to take that as a compliment," Sarah said. 

"There's no other way for you to take it," Mike smiled. "Now come over here, 
baby. As a matter-of-fact, I've got something really beautiful thought out 
in my mind. We'll all have loads of fun." 

"I better scram out of here," I said. 

"Oh, no, you're included," Mike said. 

"How could I be ? You're gonna fuck Sarah's ass-hole?" 

"We're finding a place for you in all this," Mike smiled. 

"Am I gonna be the towel girl or some-thing?" I giggled. 

"Oh, no, I mean an active role," Mike said. "Just stay where you are. 
Everything's gonna work out just beautiful. First I want to get reacquainted 
with my dear lover Sarah." 

"She is a gorgeous girl," I acknowledged. 

"You're damned right. I'm glad you two get along so well. Sarah's a real 
broadminded chick. I mean, she's got no hang-ups. I told her all about us, 
and it didn't bother her one bit. I didn't want her finding out by 
surprise." 

"Why should I get upset about that?" Sarah smiled. "I think that when people 
have beautiful bodies and want to ball, that they ought to get together and 
do just that." 

"You definitely are a girl after my own heart," Mike said. 

At that point he quickly closed in on Sarah, working his tongue over her 
left breast. 

Sarah's sparkling body twisted back and forth as he kept up his movements. 
She was enjoying every stroking sensation that he sup-plied with his tongue. 

I watched carefully as Mike continued to supply Sarah with all kinds of wild 
sensations. 

While his tongue was systematically working around her breasts, darting from 
one to the other, his fingers were sliding up and down her warm, willing 
body. 

He would begin by running his fingers through her hair, then would send his 
sizzling fingers down her back. He worked his fingers up and down her legs, 
then would permit them to glide around her ass cheeks. 

All the while Sarah was reacting sharply to his movements. Her body was 
twisting with every rhythmic finger sensation. 

Once he got his fill of the breast sucking, he worked his tongue inside his 
lover's mouth. 

Their tongues met in inspired passion for several long minutes, after which 
he withdrew his tongue from her mouth. 

"It's time for me to fuck you," he gasped. "How do you want it?" 

"I want you to turn over on your stomach," he exclaimed. 

I watched as he slipped a pillow beneath her stomach. 

Her ass cheeks were propped up on the pillow, and I got a pretty good 
indication as to what he was planning to do right then and there. 

He hunched his body forward, sliding his cock inside her ass-hole. 

With one vigorous thrust, he was inside her, plunging his steely dick deep 
into her anus. 

She grunted a few times, then began to twist her buttocks in accompanying 
satisfaction to his movements. 

"Keep fucking, honey, drive your cock into my ass-hole," she said. "I really 
love those sensations. You know just how I love to be tucked." 

He stabbed her with speedy, smooth strokes, letting his buttocks twist so 
that he could maintain the most effective angle in the course of his 
screwing. 

While the hot pace continued, I began to wonder just what Mike had had in 
mind when he said that there would be a place for me in the fucking 
activities. 

All I knew was that I was getting so aroused just watching the action that I 
would have to play with my pussy if I watched much longer. 

I finally got the message a few minutes later. Mike turned around and looked 
at me : 

"Okay, honey. You can be of great assistance." 

"How's that?" 

"You can suck my ass-hole." 

"Oh, so you want a threesome." 

"Absolutely. I couldn't think of anything any more delightful. That way 
beautiful little Sarah is gonna get a better fuck. You see, she's gonna get 
a groovy fuck up the ass if you'll give me a good ass suck." 

"Yes, I see your point. The impetus will make you fuck that much better." 

"That's precisely true," he nodded. "Let's get to work, baby." 

"Please do. My ass is burning up," Sarah chuckled. "You know that my 
ass-hole's a perfect fit for your cock." 

"You're damned right it is. And all because it's so nice and tight," he 
laughed, reaching out and slapping Sarah's buttocks. 

I watched him go back to work with his devastating movements, fucking her 
high and hard with his thrusting dick. 

While he was opening up, slamming his pecker deep inside her anus, I leaned 
forward , and set my sights on his rotating ass. 

I put my tongue to work, sinking it inside his anus, driving forward as he 
continued his surging cock movements inside Sarah's ass-hole. 

Before long we were working as one integrated unit. As Mike would thrust his 
surging joy stick inside Sarah's ass-hole, I would in turn supply him with 
blistering sucking sensations inside his ass-hole. 

The action continued at the same brisk pace. I could tell that, being 
provided with additional action, Mike was hardly able to contain him-self. 
As much as he loved fucking Sarah's ass-hole, he wouldn't be able to do it 
much longer. The juices would soon be flowing out of the end of his long 
dick. 

"Keep sucking, my ass," he gasped, "it's just what I need, darling. Do it 
just like you are. Keep it working quickly. Work your tongue, honey, stab it 
around in my ass-hole. Oh, yes, you get the idea. You know just how I like 
it." 

A few tongue sensations later, he found himself unable to contain his load. 

The spurting juices surged out of the end of his peter and into Sarah's 
waiting ass-hole. 

"You're there, you're there," Sarah called out with enthusiasm. 

It gave me a delightful feeling to know that my sucking movements had 
brought him to climax that much quicker. 

Now that it was all over, I felt better than ever. I had overthrown another 
hang-up, that of having sex with a girl. 

If I could always get the same kind of kicks fucking a chick as I had 
obtained balling with Sarah, then I was all for more of the same. 

As I thought back and recounted the beautiful moments I had spent in bed 
with both Sarah and Mike, even my ass-hole was hurting a little less. 

What the hell, I figured. I would get used to being fucked up the ass. Sarah 
wasn't complaining and it's for damn sure I wasn't about to complain either. 

 CHAPTER 16 

A few minutes after Mike's second explosion, Sarah got dressed and left. 

She kissed both of us tenderly before de-parting. 

I figured that Mike more than-likely had had his share of sex by that time, 
but I was wrong. Even though his cock had exploded twice, once up my 
ass-hole and the other time up Sarah's, that wasn't enough. His tongue was 
alive with excitement. 

"I love you, baby, I really dig being around you," Mike said. "I need more 
sensations." 

He started by giving me a few hot lip kisses. He then worked his tongue 
inside my mouth, letting it splash against mine time and again. Without 
letup he continued the fervent tongue kisses. He kept on stabbing his tongue 
against mine with increasing frequency, stepping up the action, keeping up 
the level of blazing activity until he finally decided that it was time to 
go to another level of sucking. 

His next move was to slip his tongue inside my left ear. 

The tongue began to exercise itself against my earlobe, and the longer he 
kept up the fluid movements, the more accustomed I became to the sensations. 

"This is something new, honey, and I really like it," I said. "Keep your 
tongue working." 

The tongue maintained a blistering level of activity inside my left ear. 
After he had worked it into my left ear for quite some time, he quickly 
switched the level of activity over to my right. 

He seemed to have a sixth sense about knowing just what would make me 
excited, and the longer he kept up the fierce level of passionate activity, 
the more eager I became for some hot action inside my pussy. 

My blazing snatch was erupting with a sense of anxiety from the hot stabs 
his tongue directed consistently inside my ears. 

Once he completed some hot licks within my ear, he started his tongue 
against my left breast. 

He gnawed on my tit with his teeth a few times, then switched to the 
sucking, after which he reverted back to more nibbling. 

The alternate nibbling and sucking pushed me into an exhilarated state. He 
kept on driving his tongue, then, after he had succeeded in getting me 
acclimated to that type of activity, would move back to the nibbling. 

He decided that his next course of action would be to suck my thighs, so he 
worked his tongue over to my left thigh. 

He ran his tongue up inside my creamy thigh, enjoying the flow of activity. 
He then got busy with his teeth, nibbling on my thigh. The longer that he 
kept up the action, the more incredible I couldn't help but find his pace to 
be. 

After all, I would have thought that, following a second orgasm, that would 
be it. But he wasn't about to stop until he had succeeded in making me shoot 
one more time. These fervent tongue efforts, Iknew, were directed toward one 
objective, that of getting me hot so that he could put his tongue to work 
inside my box. 

While his tongue consistently darted against my thigh, he used his fingers 
on my buttocks, grabbing my ass cheeks and pinching them. 

Even though it stung a little to have him pinching my buttocks, I still 
enjoyed it. I liked the fast, furious flow of activity, and the longer that 
he continued his efforts, the more impatient I could observe him becoming. 

There was something in the intensity with which he squeezed my buttocks that 
indicated to me he would soon be turning his tongue loose inside my box. 

I certainly wasn't wrong. He parted my creamy, saliva-ridden thighs, that he 
had sucked on for so long, then plunged his head in between my legs. 

He picked up the scent of my wet mound, then worked his tongue around my 
moist pussy hairs. 

His tongue generated steam quickly. The longer he worked it scorchingly 
around my passionate pit, the closer I found myself looming toward orgasm. 

"Keep up the blistering pace," I encouraged, "keep your hot tongue in my 
box. Drive it in-side me, darling." 

As he worked his tongue feverishly within my passion pit, he reached out 
with his right index finger and began to probe inside my ass-hole. 

With the utmost in determination he accelerated his movements, driving his 
finger higher and faster inside my ass-hole. 

Soon he was plunging his finger all the way into my rectum. As he stabbed 
and plunged, he commenced to suck my pussy that much more quickly. 

It was apparent that he had me right where he wanted me. My whole blistering 
body was shaking, and sweat began to surface under my arms and on my 
forehead. 

As the sweat began to trickle down both sides of my face, he plunged his 
finger more earnestly than ever, driving it into my rectum forcefully, 
sucking my pussy all the while, pushing me ever closer to the precipice of 
orgasmic delight. 

A few hot, surging stabs later, I closed my eyes and sighed. 

"Keep it up, oh, I'm going, going, going, going," I exclaimed, "eat it, 
honey, eat my goo, go after my passionate juices. Oh, yes, my darling, go 
ahead and suck. I want you to suck, darling, eat every drop." 

My legs kicked up high into the air. Up and down my buttocks bounced atop 
the bed, and as I heard the jangling of the bedsprings, I continued to 
explode my juices into his mouth. 

He kept up the fervent finger stabs until he had collected the last few 
droplets of juice, after which he released his tongue from my pussy. 

When he released his tongue, he reached out with his right hand and let his 
fingers come into contact with my sweaty brow. 

"I guess it's time for us to wrap it up," he laughed. 

"I suppose so. One thing's for sure; I'm gonna get a good night's sleep." 

"Me, too. We probably didn't finish any too soon. The folks will be home." 

"I know. That's all we need is to get caught in the act." 

"Other people aren't as understanding as we are," he smiled, getting up from 
the bed. 

I watched him as he began to put on his shorts. I admired the firm, trim 
lines of his body. 

I couldn't help but think that I had the handsomest, most desirable brother 
on the face of the earth. 

And he was my fucking partner any time that we were able to get together. 

 CHAPTER 17 

Following my beautiful session with Mike, I discovered myself falling more 
and more in love with him. 

After that evening I found out that I wasn't really interested in Stan or 
anybody else. 

I began putting Stan off so often that he was getting extremely flustered as 
time went by. 

On one occasion, when he happened to run into me at school, he was fit to be 
tied. 

The last class had ended for the day, and he walked up toward me with a 
determined expression on his face. 

"How about going for a ride with me?" he asked. 

"I'm sorry, Stan, but I can't make it." 

"Can you ever make it?" his voice rose sharply. 

"I wish you wouldn't shout." 

"It's enough to make any guy shout. Just what the hell is with you anyway, 
Susan?" 

"Nothing's wrong with me." 

"I don't see it that way. You know, you've been doing nothing but giving me 
the run around lately. I don't like it. Here I get hung-up on you, and this 
is my reward." 

"I'm very sorry, Stan. I'm not trying to hurt you. I can assure you of 
that." 

"It's that brother of yours. You seem to be around him all the time. What's 
with you two anyway?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"I'm beginning to wonder if you're some kind of a pervert," he exploded. 

"How dare you," I said. "Shut up, Stan. You've got a filthy mouth." 

"I've got an accurate mouth. That must be it. You two must have something 
going." 

"You've got a very vivid imagination. Besides, I don't think Mike would like 
to hear about your bad-mouthing." 

"I think I'm telling the truth. Yes, your re-action proves it. So that's 
what it is. I had a hunch and the hunch was getting stronger and stronger. 
Now I know the score between you two." 

"I said shut up." 

"Sure, I'll shut up. You won't go out with me. I guess I know why. You're 
hung-up on your own brother." 

"That's a damn lie." 

"Is it?" 

He smiled a sickening smile, then stalked away. 

I hadn't realized until after he left just how upset I had become. My face 
had turned white, and my jaw had dropped. He had really shocked me by making 
his disclosure. 

I told myself that it was no more than sour grapes, and that since he 
couldn't have any inside information, I didn't have anything to worry about. 

During the course of the next few days, I did my best to shrug off Stan's 
biting comment. 

I kept pursuing Mike, but we didn't have an opportunity to get together 
until the night that my folks always went out and played cards. 

I told Mike that afternoon that we ought to get together in the evening, and 
he told me he was all for it. 

"I'll get my studying done now, so we can play later," he smiled, reaching 
out and patting me on the forehead. 

That evening, shortly after my folks went out, he knocked on my door. 

"You can come on in the bedroom," he said. Before I left my room, I removed 
my clothes, then my panties and bra. 

I sauntered across the hall, feeling great. There was nothing that could 
beat the feeling of joy I received at the prospect of fucking my handsome 
brother. 

He was lying in the middle of his bed, stroking his long cock proudly, 
awaiting my emergence. 

"Come on in, play with this," he said. "Take it away from me." 

"It has been awhile since I've had a chance to go down on your prick," I 
grinned. "This is the perfect opportunity." 

"It sure is. Go to work, darling." 

I grabbed the tip of his hard cock with my right hand, jerking up and down 
it, and as my fingers did their work, I slipped the fingers of my left hand 
against his balls. 

The two-way action caused him to become immediately excited, just as I 
anticipated it would. 

Once his body began to sway under the impact of my finger sensations, I 
looked up at him and smiled. 

"Just wait, the best is yet to come," I told him. 

"I know. You're gonna suck me." 

"I'm gonna bury my tongue against your cock." 

"That sounds pretty good." 

"It looks like you've got plenty of juice in there from the way that your 
balls are inflating." 

"I do, and you're just the girl who can bring every bit of that juice out of 
me." 

I began tugging more quickly than before, letting my fingers race up and 
down his entire mammoth dick. While my fingers circulated over his cock, I 
permitted the fingers of my other hand to work around his balls. 

Back and forth I kept up the dramatic pace, and all the while I was moving 
him ever closer to the point at which I would begin the sucking. 

I maintained the steady finger flow for the next few minutes, after which I 
decided that it was time for me to put my tongue to work on his rod. 

I slipped my anxious red tongue over the tip of his pecker, working my 
tongue slowly and smoothly. While I registered consistent impact with his 
long dick, I reached out and toyed with his balls with my right hand. 

My fingers worked fervently, and my tongue was pressing ever so eagerly 
against the head of his silky penis. 

I confined my activities to the head of his rod for a few minutes, then 
began to work my way gradually along the length of his entire organ. 

Up and down I sucked with great rapidity, letting my head bob as I kept up 
the pace. I liked the way that things were going, and knew that it wouldn't 
be long before he would explode. There was no conceivable way for him to 
maintain himself for any length of time, considering the pressure that I was 
generating with my tongue. 

A few heated strokes later, I let the fingers of both hands press against 
his balls ever so firmly. And all the while I kept up the sucking, driving 
my tongue up and down his long rod. 

"Eat my cock," he gasped, "keep your tongue working." 

The hot activity reached its ultimate point of impact. 

His whole body gave way and he heaved a loud sigh as his legs shook and the 
spurts of hot white juice materialized out of the end of his long dick. 

I drained his cock dry quickly, going after the elusive juice, gobbling on 
the end of his sizeable pecker. 

Just as I was releasing my tongue from his cock, I heard him give out with a 
startled grunt. 

"What's wrong, honey?" I asked. 

I looked up and watched him pointing toward the door. 

The moment that I turned around I got the shock of my life. I observed my 
father standing in the doorway, his fists clenched. 

"My God, I don't believe it," he said. "That irresponsible punk that you go 
to school with, Stan. He mentioned something about this. He saw me today. 
The young punk was practically in tears. He said he was sure you were doing 
something with your brother. I practically belted him. But he kept 
insisting. Oh, no, I said, my little girl wouldn't do anything like that, 
and my son is too much of a gentleman and loves his sister too much to ever 
get involved like that. It shows how much I knew." 

He walked slowly toward the bed, reaching out and grabbing Mike by the left 
arm. 

He yanked Mike roughly from the bed. 

As Mike hit the floor, my father reached down and grabbed him by the arms, 
picking him up. 

As Mike stood stiffly on his feet, his whole body trembling fearfully, my 
father reached out and slapped him three times across the face. 

"You lousy crumb," he said. "You make me want to puke, You both do." 

My father turned away, then sat down in a chair in the corner of the room. 

He ran his fingers through his rapidly greying hair. He had aged quite a bit 
in the last few years, and no doubt the discovery he had just made would age 
him some more. 

"I even made up an excuse to come home," he shook his head. "I promised your 
mother I'd be right back. I naturally didn't tell her any-thing about Stan's 
suspicions. No, I didn't think that there was any foundation to any of this. 
I was coming back here just to prove myself right. That shows just how much 
I know. I feel like throwing both of you out of the house for good." 

"Don't get too upset, Dad," Mike said, sobbing bitterly. "At least don't 
blame Susan. It was all my fault." 

"Oh, no, it wasn't," I shook my head emphatically. "If anything it was my 
fault, Dad. Mike didn't want to get involved. He told me right from the 
beginning that he thought it was wrong. But I talked him into it. If you're 
gonna blame anyone, blame me." 

"This time I'll believe both of you," Dad said bitterly. "I'll believe you 
both because you're both telling the truth in one sense. You both were 
responsible. That's I'm sure the way it really was. My God, I couldn't tell 
your mother about this. It would just crush her. But I'll tell you one 
thing. You'd better both start toeing the mark. I never expect to find out 
about anything like this again. That goddamned little punk Stan. He figured 
it all out. And I didn't think he was any good at all." 

Mike and I looked at each other. I couldn't stand to look over at my father, 
who was staring in my direction. 

He got up and paced the floor several times, then walked toward the door. 

He opened the door and took one last look inside "the room. 

"I suggest that both of you occupy your time doing other things, like 
studying," he said. "The next time that I catch you in a compromising 
position like this, there's no telling what I'm liable to do. Don't be 
surprised if I strangle both of you. It crushes me that much. I did my best 
to raise you right, and your mother has done her best, too. Good God, this 
is the most sickening thing I've ever seen." 

He stalked angrily out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

I burst into unrestrained tears. I hadn't wanted to ever hurt my father, but 
I had certainly done so in this instance. 

My lusts had run away with me. It was my fault as I saw it. Even though Mike 
had weakened, if it hadn't been for me constantly seducing him, gradually 
weakening him at every point, we never would have gone to bed together. 

I was only sorry that I hadn't been on the receiving end of my father's 
angry slaps. If anybody had deserved them, I had. But instead poor Mike 
bore, the brunt of them, and had been willing to assume the responsibility 
for everything. 

"Don't cry, sis," he said, putting a comforting hand on my right shoulder. 
"Perhaps this is a valuable lesson we can learn from. Some-times you just 
have to say no, no matter what your sex instincts tell you." 

That was about the only moral that I was capable of discerning from the 
whole episode at that point. My mind was too disturbed for me to even think. 

In the weeks that followed that powerful period of discovery, Mike's words 
appeared more valid than ever. 

No matter how enticing certain sexual relationships might appear to be, if 
the ultimate cost is too high then one just has to say no. 

 CHAPTER 18 

The next few weeks were a virtual hell. 

My father, much to his credit, saw that the secret that the three of us 
shared was kept from my mother. He knew how damaging an effect it would have 
had on her had she known. I did feel quite a measure of relief in knowing 
that. 

A few times, however, my mother was al-most on the verge of demanding that 
we spell out why all the sudden tension had emerged. After that we all did 
our best to make it appear we were contented even if we were anything but 
that. 

It wasn't until several days after my father caught Mike and I balling that 
I finally caught up with Stan at school. Mike had wanted in the worst way to 
give Stan a thrashing with his fists, but I talked him out of it, even 
though it wasn't easy. 

"No matter how much I'd like to see you do it, it would just make things 
worse," I cautioned. "And, worse yet, everything would come out." 

"How do we know it already hasn't?" Mike asked. "Just because we're only 
aware of him telling Dad doesn't mean anything. If I know that creepy 
bastard, he probably has told any-body who was willing to listen." 

"I don't know of him telling anybody else. We can't act on guesses." 

"Fine, then I'll act on what has been done in the past. I still wanna push 
the bastard's face in." 

"That won't solve anything, please," I pleaded tearfully. "Do you still 
love-me?" 

"Of course I do. That's the big reason I'd like to break him in two. For 
humiliating you." 

"If you really do love me, then you ought to grant me this one favor. I know 
that it'll only make things worse if we have violence on top of everything 
else. I know it will. Please believe me." 

"Okay, you win," he finally said, shaking his head with resignation as he 
walked away. 

I wanted to handle Stan myself. I figured that if he was beaten up by my 
angry brother, he would want to tell all to everyone. But I could humiliate 
him, I figured, and get away with it without him telling anyone. 

You can easily imagine the feelings that surged through my body when I 
finally saw Stan. He had done his best to stay away from the area where my 
classes were located. When I finally did spot him, he was creeping out a 
door heading to another building. 

My first response was to wring my hands. For all I had said to Mike about 
not resorting to violence, my first reaction had to be that of wanting to 
strangle him. I could have done it at that moment without any sweat. 

Upon thinking a little, though, the violence feeling gave way to more 
general sensations of anger. I walked quickly toward the door out of which 
he was heading, breaking into a trot and grabbing him by the arm at the walk 
which separated the building he had come out of and that toward which he was 
proceeding. 

"Just a second, Stan," my voice quivered with anger and hatred, "we have a 
little unfinished business to take care of." 

"Please turn loose, Susan, I've got a class to go to." 

The one thing I noticed right off was that he could not bring himself to 
look me in the eye. He was groveling and creeping like the rattlesnake I 
considered him to be. 

"We're talking, damn you." 

"Okay, okay, but let me go." 

Stan watched with embarrassment as several clusters of students walked by, 
watching the fireworks. I let go of his arm. 

"I've been looking for you, Stan, so I could look you in the eye and tell 
you what a rotten, no good prick you are. That was some nice stunt. Telling 
my father that you thought I was balling with my brother. Do you realize how 
much humiliation that has caused me?" 

"I'm sorry, but I was concerned about you," he explained, his eyes becoming 
misty. 

"Don't hand me that bullshit," I retorted bitterly. "It was just sour grapes 
because I wasn't paying as much attention to you as you wanted." 

"Maybe part of that is true," he reluctantly admitted, "but the big thing I 
was concerned about was you. Maybe I didn't handle it as well as I should 
have, but that was really my big concern." 

"You lying hypocrite. My brother wanted to beat the hell out of you and I'm 
kind of sorry now that I didn't let him." 

I faced him with a hateful expression, de-liberating over whether I should 
slap his face. Just as my right hand was about to rise for that purpose I 
suddenly had second thoughts, putting it back down, turning on my heels, and 
stalking quickly away. 

"Please, Susan, I'm sorry," I heard Stan sob. 

At that point I was convinced that I had spoken to Stan Greenwood for the 
last time, but he had the nerve to call my house the following night, trying 
his best to placate me through an apology. 

"You've got one hell of a nerve calling here," I told him as abruptly as I 
knew how. 

"Please give me another chance." 

"Nothing doing. You go to hell," I said, hanging up the telephone with a 
vengeance. 

A few days later something I never thought would occur did. Stan waited for 
me after school. 

At first glance I just couldn't help but feel stunned to the point of 
speechlessness. Dark circles hung beneath Stan's reddened eyes, and his face 
was several shades whiter than I was accustomed to seeing it. 

"I just have to see you one more time to tell you what a rat I feel like," 
he told me. 

This time I listened. 

 CHAPTER 19 

My entire opinion of Stan changed during the course of his revelations that 
day. 

"I admit I was a skunk in the past, a spoiled rich brat," he candidly 
admitted, "but the last few days I found myself, and it took hurting you 
real bad before it happened." 

At first I was highly skeptical about his alleged change of heart, but as he 
continued to spill out his heart to me, I became only too convinced that he 
was leveling. 

"I'll tell you one thing," he sighed in conclusion. "I love you, Susan, more 
than you'll ever know. I'm not interested in any other girl, just you." 

By that time I could restrain myself no longer. I threw my arms around Stan, 
clinging to his aroused body tightly, then delivered a long kiss to his 
lips. 

He promised after removing his lips from mine to enact the role of a 
gentleman if I would give him one more chance. I accepted and we went out 
two night later, after I had had a chance to explain everything to both Mike 
and my father. 

It wasn't until several weeks after resuming dating with Stan that I decided 
to permit him some sexual favors, and only then on my terms. 

He had taken me to his parents' beach house and, after lolling in the sun 
for better than an hour, found himself becoming overpoweringly enchanted by 
me. 

Stan threw his arms around me and delivered a series of sharp, stabbing lip 
kisses that left us both, a lot limper than we had been before. 

"I've got to take down your bikini bottom," he panted. "Your skin is so 
coppery and beautiful. Baby, we've got to fuck." 

"You can eat my box, but no more than that." 

Swiftly he reached down and, with quivering fingers, undid the bottom bikini 
strap which held together my bathing suit. 

He pulled at it relentlessly, removing it, then swooping down quickly on my 
pussy. Even though my cunt was like pepper, and I could have easily given 
Stan the go-ahead to do anything that he wished, I had learned my lesson and 
was determined to impose restrictions on our lovemaking. After all, I was 
still a young girl, even if I did not like to admit it. 

Stan did not even bother fingering my vagina before plowing ahead. He 
quickly attacked it with his tongue, allowing its warm wetness to deliver 
immediate inspiration to my twisting, sensation-ridden pussy. 

I reached out and ran my fingers through Stan's hair, seeking to provide him 
with all the additional encouragement I could while his sleek red tongue 
continued to steadily connect with my pink pussy walls. 

My warm and willing buttocks began to twist with every inspiring. movement 
that his tongue made as he went to work with unflinching. rapidity, 
splashing his red tongue incessantly against my snatch. 

The longer he kept up his sucking the more intense the pace became, until 
the ferocious twisting of his thorough tongue movements darting throughout 
my vagina caused wetness to surface. 

The moisture added to the level of exhilaration that we both already felt 
turned the two of us into squirming sex fanatics, caring about nothing other 
than completing the act in which we were engaging. 

I felt the droplets of sweat beginning to fall from my forehead and under my 
armpits as well. The mounting floodtide of passion magnified with every 
dazzling tongue stab that he planted inside my moist twat. 

"Keep sucking, darling," I encouraged. "I want you to eat me, oh, am I ever 
looking for-ward to it." 

With rising satisfaction my body rocked for-ward, making it all the easier 
for Stan to make brilliant contact with my mound. 

While his tongue continued to constantly devastate me with its lashes 
against my mound, he felt the need to reach out and touch me. 

Stan reached out and impulsively cupped his fingers around my buttocks, 
clutching them with hungry desire as he sucked even faster than before. 

"You almost have me there," I cried. "A few more tongue strokes and I'll be 
juicing." 

He stepped up his sucking pace even more briskly than before. He would let 
his teeth come into contact with my clitoris several times, then return his 
tongue to the action at hand, spearing me dynamically. 

Stan continued to clutch at my rotating buttocks as my itchy cunt pressed 
that much closer to climax. 

"Oh, oh, I'm there, darling, I'm there," I finally exclaimed as the pussy 
juices poured from me. 

Stan was never more eager to taste my nectars than he was at that moment, 
gobbling every droplet from my nest with great desire. 

Once he finished, he continued to caress my buttocks slowly for several 
moments. 

"I hope this is the start of a new relationship for us," Stan told me. 

"What kind of new relationship?" I asked. 

"I mean that I'm thinking of a lot more than sex. Maybe it's too early to be 
talking about something like this, but I'd really like to marry you some 
day, Susan." 

"I'm glad to know that your intentions are honorable anyway, Stan. It's too 
early for us to know if we are suited for anything like that, but I do like 
you." 

"I don't want to go with anyone but you," Stan assured me. 

I could tell from the way that he was looking at me that Stan meant what he 
said. The total sincerity that I observed in his expression was a refreshing 
change from the cocky upstart he once was. 

I could see that Stan was rapidly starting to grow up, and so, I felt, was 
I. 

It's hard to know just where our relationship will eventually end, but right 
now every-thing is working out well. 


THE END
