Dee Dee smiled and left the apartment just happy to be out of that. But what about tomorrow?
Aunt Clara was waiting when she arrived home. 'Where's your books?' she asked.
The question startled Dee Dee. She had been so anxious to get away from Bruce, she had run off without them. 'Oh,' her mind raced, 'I left them with Bo. He's going to type them for me. I'll stop by in the morning.'
Aunt Clara looked doubtful. 'He's going to one finger type? What brought that on?'
Dee Dee shrugged, it had been a foolish thing to say. 'I don't know. I'm beat. Good night.'
She started for the stairs and her room, but, Aunt Clara stopped her with a sharp, 'Hold it!' then softened her face to a smile. 'Not without my sugar,' and held out her arms.
Dee Dee accepted the pleasant warm hug and offered her mouth. Aunt Clara kissed her tenderly, then turned her and slapped her ass cheeks, sending her on her way. 'Devil!' she smiled. 'Off to bed with you!'
Dee Dee tucked her billowy wheat-colored hair into a shower cap, then allowed the soothing warm spray to drain off her weariness before soaping. It had been an eventful day. Bo had broken her and slain her terrible dragon itch-ache with his wonderful tool. It had been so heavenly, so mind-blowing, she didn't know how she survived. Herbie had been all right as long as he lasted. But throughout his total efforts, he couldn't quite still her need or soar her to the heights.
Her stomach muscles twitched under her soapy massage and radiated a stirring growl from her private beast. Damn, Herbie had done or not done, more than not satisfy her. She was uneasy again, nervous and frustrated. Her hand strayed to her quim. A tinge of soreness cleared her mind. She removed her hand as if it were caught in a flame. What was the matter with her? Masturbation had never satisfied her desires. Only Bo had done that with his wondrous meat-pole. She warmed at the thought. That was it! Maybe she would stop by his place in the morning.
Bo fought out of the arms of sleep and grumble-stumbled to the door. God damn, it was only a quarter after seven, if it were not Bruce and Herbie banging around for their breakfast, it was some asshole salesman. He wondered if he would ever get eight hours of sleep. He jerked the door open to a smiling Kitten.
Bo's blues left him in a rush and he grinned. She hadn't lied. She did come back. He knew he had hurt her yesterday. He should have played more, prepared her better, taken more time with his entry. But he had lost control just like some eager, pimple-faced virgin brat. It would have served him right if she had cut him off forever. But she hadn't. At least, he thought she hadn't, or rather, she didn't seem to be mad at him and for what other reason would she…?
'Well,' she pushed on the door and brushed by him, 'if you're not going to invite me in, I'll come in anyway!'
Bo closed the door, his heart jumping. There was a mischievous twinkle in her soft brown eyes and a slight exaggeration in her arching back that forced her lovely breasts to strain and jelly-move. Maybe she had come to fuck! What the hell did he have to lose by asking. After, she had promised him more.
'You come for some of this, Kitten!' He pointed to his semi-hard piss hard-on.
She wrinkled her nose. 'Maybe. But Aunt Clara thinks I'm here to pick up my homework that you one-finger typed for me last night. Just in case she asks you.'
Bo grinned, circled his arm around his lovely sister and started her toward the bedroom. 'What did she do? Give you a bad time last night?'
She moved without urging. Now if he could just keep her mind elsewhere, he would have her undressed and be balls-deep in her hot, luscious, silken, tight cunt before she knew what was happening.
'Not really a bad time.' Dee Dee seemed unsure. 'It was probably my imagination. I knew what I had been doing, but she acted and looked as if she did too. It was scary.'
Bo undid her blouse buttons. 'Bruce told me about last night. Man, was he mad!' Bo opened the blouse, peeled it back and allowed Kitten to let it slip off her arms. 'He said if you don't suck him tonight, he won't fix the car. What happened?' He fumbled at her bra snaps. She smelled so fresh, clean, and female. He felt his cock jump with expectation.
'I couldn't…' she hesitated, 'suck his thing!! I never have! I… I don't know how! Besides. He came in when Herbie and I were in the middle of doing it. Heavens!!' She blushed. 'When I think of him seeing us!'
Bo unlocked the snap combination and released the straps. He casually stripped the straps from her milky- white shoulders and freed her voluptuous, lovely breasts. His balls twitched a single ache. Kitten's tits were such an exquisite matched set of magnificent mammary splendor. The areolas were so purplish, the nipples so blushing pink, proud, and youthful. He cupped one gently and thrilled when Dee Dee gave a quivered 'Ummmmm'. They were so soft, warm, and resilient. He allowed his fingers to bury themselves in the luxurious velvet, then tingle-inched the hard erect nipples. 'Ummm,' Kitten moaned again. Her eyes were closed, and she pressed her urgent breast into his hand.
He had her! She was his! 'I'll teach you how to suck a cock, Kitten. There's nothing to it. Watch!' He quickly dropped his head and drew one of the erotic, crinkled pink buttons between his lips. She trembled and moaned again and grabbed the back of his head, mashing him tight.
Bo nibbled the sweet raisin, then released long enough to say, 'Get your clothes off, Kitten, you're ready!'
Dee Dee was more than ready, she was on fire! His lips and teeth were driving her wild! She wondered if it felt this good to Bo, then knew it must or he wouldn't be doing it. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall, then quickly pulled off her panties. Lordy! Her pussy was burning, itchy and leaking slippery prick lubricant. Her ache-monster was lashing out again, demanding meat. Bo's meat. Bo's huge, hard, wonderful pole was poised and ready. She grabbed and circled the living steel. Feeling its hotness, squeezing until the glans penis turned deep purple, then gently pumping on it. Oh it would have to taste good, just have to! She ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth and tried to simulate its feel.
Bo's teeth and tongue were radiating ecstatic, electrical pulsations of provocative lust throughout her body. She pumped faster on his volcanic horn. His tongue was flying over breast corona, his teeth were biting harder and igniting stronger sparks of staccato pleasure that seemed to transmit from her cunt to her brain to her hand and into his stone-hard slammer. It was hardening, swelling, straining with every stroke and would surely burst.
'Stop,' Bo panted, pulling away from her nipple and halting her frantic jack-off. 'You'll make me come.' He took a deep breath and strained rigid.
Dee Dee was fascinated. He looked like a statue. His face was red. His veins were corded up in his neck, his eyes were squeezed shut. His huge, reddened hammer was poised, trembling upward and looked extremely explosive, volcanic! As she watched, his monster gave an upwards twitch and oozed one drop of clear thick fluid. Then he relaxed and grinned at her.
'That was close, Kitten. I damn near ended up fucking the world. Let's go to bed.'
Dee Dee was transfixed by the love drop that was slowly oozing to the underside of his tremendous spigot.
'What? What does it taste like?' She indicated with her eyes.
'Lick it and see.' Bo grinned. 'You'll like it! I made it myself!'
Dee Dee bent, then wasn't sure if she wanted to. Did she really want to?
The pure male musk odor of desire was stronger than she had ever smelled. It surprised her. So this is where it came from. She had wondered where and why it happened to boys when she allowed them to kiss and hug her in cars. It had never offended, just puzzled her. All her dates had smelled of after shave or cologne of some sort or another at the beginning of the evening, yet, while kissing her good night, ended reeking of this. She was curious.
She tested the warm drop with her tongue tip and almost fell away from the unexpected pleasure shock that blasted from penis glans to tongue tip. She quivered from the erogenous electricity.
'No Kitten,' Bo placed his hand on the back of her head. 'That's just teasing!' He pulled her face to his glowing knob. She opened her mouth and inhaled his hot cock head. Oohh myyy!
The searing huge pole filled her entire mouth. It was hard, yet resilient, and tasted slightly salty but exciting and good. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and rolled her head over the velvety hammer head. Ooohh mmyyy! She was leaking again. His cock was delicious. She grabbed and held with both her tiny soft hands and tried to get more of the goodness into her mouth.
'Awwwww!' A moan slipped out of Bo. If his baby sister wasn't a cock-sucker, she would do until one came along. There was no sense in trying to force more of his threatening prick in her mouth. There wasn't a chance she
