and slid it all the way in.
As her asshole reacted with a new kind of shock the walls of her cunt started to shudder without stop. “Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Yes…” Her box was burning, exploding, creaming abundant waves of juice down on her hand as she twisted and wiggled the finger inside her asshole. She was stroking faster, deeper into the back hole and feeling the climactic reaction spill from the front.
Her open hips started to swell, rise, sway uncontrollably from side to side as the two probes jabbed in and out of the slick crevices of her perspiring body. As the orgasm shivered through her torso Dorothy groaned low in her throat, she twisted wildly and finally hoisted her hips in the air as the last throes of pleasure gushed from the drooling hole between her legs. She sighed, exhaled, relaxed and let her backside come down to rest on the bed. After folding the robe about her nakedness she lay there for a long time staring out the window. Wondering, flunking, daydreaming. On an impulse she got up and walked from her room. The robe hung open in the front, her breasts jiggled with meaty firmness before her as she started up the stairs. Each step made the full mounds jostle a little more, they rolled, trembled, seemed to become more excited and active as she came closer and closer to the bedroom door of David. He was sleeping peacefully, the bedcovers were in their usual disarray, but Dorothy was disappointed to see they still covered his mid-section. But his chest, his sleek, well-defined chest and lean arms were exposed, so were his long, thin legs. She closed his door quietly and leaned against it for a moment. After pulling the robe partially closed she slowly moved to the side of the large bed. His breathing was steady, mouth slightly open. She cautiously reached down and lifted the blankets away. He was lying before her totally nude, beautiful, lean and handsome. The long prick was soft, wrinkled and curled down alongside his leg. The scrotum hung below it, drooping, filled with two small egglike treats. Dorothy was scaring herself, she knew what she might do and was afraid of what would happen. She just knew that she no longer cared if he woke up or not, in fact she wished he'd catch her and find out what she'd been up to for so many years. He would understand… but he would surely make her stop. She gently lifted the relaxed cock with her fingers and it fell back into the cushion of blond hair. Dorothy liked it like that, belly up. She trailed the tip of her finger down the wrinkled, loose skins and watched with fascination as they swelled and grew tight around a growing erection. Color came to the glans and its edges flared out like the cap of a mushroom as she tenderly ran her finger up and down the pole. It grew to a tremendous size, long, straight, stiff and red.
She kneeled on the floor and, just as she had the morning before, brought her wet lips down to taste the powerful cock. She kissed the head, licked out and washed its face with tender laps of her tongue, even lifted it with her tongue and scooped the tip inside the suction of her warm, trembling lips. She rested the side of her head on his belly and sucked the long cock deep into her swirling mouth. It grew even suffer, bigger, harder as she sucked. She pushed down on it and felt the thick head stretch into the back of her mouth and push at the softness of her throat. It was delicious, big, beautiful and she wanted to swallow it, suck it right down into her belly until it emerged from the burning hole between her limber legs. He was stirring, his hips were writhing, twisting. She gave the wet cock a hard suck and made a desperate plunge to get the head around the bend of her throat. It wouldn't go, she had to use her hand to hold the cock straight up and crane her neck so it was an uncurved tunnel.
When she felt his hand on the back of her neck Dorothy froze. An icy panic jolted through her body and she stiffened. He was awake, he knew, he was watching. She kept sucking, pretended to ignore the hand, frantically tried to draw the sperm from the cock before he stopped her. But the hand wasn't pulling, it was stroking her hair, soothing the back of her head. Dorothy slowly drew up until the saliva-coated cock slipped from the circle of her lips. It dropped back across his belly and then lifted up to a slight angle-it was too hard to lie flat and so large it almost reached his navel. She turned her head and faced her brother. He was awake. His hand moved as she turned and came to rest on her shoulder. They were silent until he brought a single finger up and stroked the flushed purity of her cheek. “Good morning, sis,” he whispered gently. She blinked, wiped her mouth, whispered with a strained voice, “Good morning.”
He kept staring into her blue eyes with his own until a smile came across his lips. “I was hoping you'd come back this morning,” he said. Her mouth fell open. “You knew? You knew I was here yesterday?” He nodded. “I couldn't help but know it, you made me feel very good.” She pulled her mouth closed, swallowed. “How long have you known?” she asked. His finger was trailing about her face, touching her lips, her nose, her eyelids. “A long time, ever since we were small. You know, I used to dream about you standing next to my bed looking at me. Then one morning I woke up and saw you actually were there. I didn't say anything because I didn't mind.”
“Oh. Do you mind now? I mean, I'm not just looking anymore, am I?” “Of course I don't mind, sis. Actually I expected you to stop looking and start touching long ago. But then we moved and got the separate bedrooms.” “Yeah, I don't like this place.” David moved over on the bed and motioned for her to join him. As she lay down Dorothy realized her robe was wide open, he was able to see whatever he liked. She started to close it then felt very silly, she left it alone. His eyes moved slowly across the beauty of her breasts, the curves of her waist and hips, the wisping hair of her crotch.
“You're a beautiful woman, Dorothy,” he said. She trembled, he'd called her a woman. “You know you're the first man to call me that… a woman. Usually it's 'babe,' or 'gal,' or 'little doll.'”
But David didn't feel like talking, his hands moved out to touch the velvet softness of her ripe breasts, to hold them like treasures and softly squeeze. It wasn't the pinching, full-handed squeeze that Ted used, it was respectful, mild, much more arousing than anything she'd felt before. Her nipples started to spring into instant firmness and she couldn't catch her breath. “Oh, David…” she cried as tears welled in her eyes. “I know this is wrong… but there isn't anything I want to do more than feel you inside me!” His hands moved further, cupped the tits and pressed them together as he calmly said, “Don't tell me what's right or wrong, Dorothy, just tell me you want me as much as I want you and everything will be right.” She trembled, her breasts felt like they were going to burst open and spray him with tears of joy. “Yes! Oh God, yes! I want you so much! So much I can't stand it!” Their mouths came together. Identically formed lips touched warmly and the tongues traded homes. As she rolled her torso against his their hair merged, it too was identical in color and texture. David surprised his older sister with his confidence, his self-assured manner as his hands moved down her back to stroke the perfect ovals of her ass. “Have you been with girls before?” she asked. “None of them will admit it,” he said. “They don't want anyone to know the sissy of Texas has a bronc-busting style that can't be matched at any rodeo.” “Oh!” She started to giggle and squirm as his fingers slid into the crack of her ass and feel the incredible warmth. She was wet from her anus down to the slick skins of her twat and David touched it all. He rubbed his palms on the most sensitive skins of all, the inside of her thighs. She was shaking, shuddering with passion before his fingers came into any serious contact with her pussy. And as he pressed his lips onto a nipple and sucked she started to climax. A violent bolt of passion blasted from her, she tried to inhale but couldn't, her breath was gone. She grabbed at the blankets, at his clean body, at anything to regain the balance she'd thought she had. “Uuuuuuughhhhh,” she groaned as her climax drove her to a pinnacle of cunt-drooling pleasure she never thought existed. David moved his mouth up to her ear and softly whispered, “Sis, I see you like boys.” “Oh, yes…” she sighed as her hand reached down to feel his still hard cock. “But I've only had one.” “Ted?” She nodded and waited for his reaction.
“Is he any good?” David asked. She shrugged. “I don't know.
I have nothing to compare him with.” She grinned. “But I know one thing, you're a lot bigger.” He liked that and thrust his hips forward to jam his erection hard into her stroking hands. “Did you ever suck his?” he asked. “No.” “No?” She couldn't look him in the face when he asked such a question. And she never thought she'd have the courage to answer him truthfully. “I tried but he stopped me. Said good girls didn't do things like that.” “What?
He stopped you? Good girls?” David rolled onto his back and started laughing hysterically. But Dorothy didn't waste time. As he went back she ducked down and scooped the long cock back into her mouth to suck it back to the wonderful warmth of before. David reached down and pulled at her legs until her hips were alongside his head. Then like a man who enjoys the exploration as much as the conquest he took his time pushing the robe away. He could smell the aromatic juices of her ripeness, almost taste them. Her buttocks were so round, so full, so exactly perfect as a platform for her beautiful hips and crotch. He ran his hands back and forth over them, then kissed each swollen pillow with an open mouth. His nose moved into the deep, warm crack and snuggled deep down until he could go no further. He had to pull away and roll her onto her side. The blond hair lit up her whole crotch like whipped butter on top of warm muffins… steaming muffins… muffins made from scratch. He kissed her thighs and pushed them wide apart to view her whole crotch. The fleshy tissues and red-lipped gash were brilliant with excitement and youth. She was firm, small, a collection of the pinkest pinks and whitest whites… all topped off with that blond butter. When he kissed the mounded hair she again reacted quickly, her hips jerked, she swayed. David's hands moved around to cup the cheeks of her ass and hold her in place as his tongue made short flicks downward.
