unbending shaft.
But her control was marvelous. She steadied herself and began to descend once again.
Unable to take his gaze from the inciting union of their bodies, he watched the engorged bulb of his glans splay the outer lips of her labia. Inward, his pulsing head slid, opening the humid furrow of her young cunt.
Lower and lower, she slid, now riding the swollen tube of his erect cock. Deeper and deeper, he invaded the spongy canal of her vagina, sighing as the liquid heat of her body surrounded and caressed the aching length of his shaft.
Her legs gave way!
'Arrahhhagggahhh!' She grunted in surprised pleasure.
With a fleshy thud, she sat down on him. The last three inches of his cock shot up into her body in one driving rush. She groaned again, packed with the thick circumference of her brother's prick. Her arms shot out. Hands planted firmly on his bare chest, she supported her trembling body.
For a moment, she just sat there, apparently savoring the swollen fullness of her self-impalement. He felt the gripping strength of her vaginal muscles as she clamped down around the rod of his lust.
Covetously, she squeezed, tightening her love channel to a taut glove that molded to the throbbing contours of his cock.
'Mmmmmmmm,' she eventually crooned in a self-satisfied voice. 'That's what I like, you hard and long inside me!'
He liked it too! But he realized she knew that. Five years of sibling love-making left few secrets of the flesh unexplored. They knew each other, knew what one another wanted and needed. And both were willing to fulfill those desires, unashamed and uninhibited.
'Now, Big Brother, I'm going to show you what your little sister can do,' she said, tossing back the long strands of her golden hair. 'I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk.'
'Deeds, not words,' he chided her, running his hands up her thighs, along her sides, to cup the twin balls of her proud breasts. His thumbs mashed down atop the erect buttons of her nipples.
Abruptly, her pelvis wrenched upward. She squeezed at him, dragging his ponderous cock from the hot core of her cunt. She stopped, only his aching glans entrenched in the mouth of her belly. She relaxed the squeezing hold of her cunt, then quickly retightened herself. Again and again, she repeated the process, setting his balls to lurching and churning.
Then she dropped back down, fully skewering herself on the adamantine length of his prick. She grunted, her eyes fluttering closed, then opening. They were glazed and drowsy looking, as though she had just felt the effects of three fingers worth of one hundred and eighty proof liquor. It was the expression of a woman filled with virile cock-and loving every minute of it.
As she rose back up the pulsing lance of his manhood, he let one of his hands drift down her body, once more returning to the soft foliage of her pussy. He teased there for several minutes while she hunched up and down on his cock. Closer and closer, he weaved the titillating tips of his fingers, nearing the quivering slit of her cunt.
Then, an inquisitive finger was probing into the open gash of her pussy, delving downward just enough to touch and tap the nubbin of her clitoris. She went wild as he cajoled the pea-sized bud of ecstasy out from beneath its thin sheath of skin. His thoughtful manipulation sent hot waves of pleasure rushing through her young body. She groaned and panted, her pelvis rising and falling onto the swollen, lust-laden length of his shaft at an ever-increasing rate.
In and out, his cock filled the hungry hole of her cunt. His own hips, despite his confined position, bucked and arched upward, slamming into her pelvis. Wet, slapping sounds, the hard meeting of their cores, rose in the air, mingling with her constant moans.
Never stopping with his clit fondling, he rubbed and stroked that allimportant point of pleasure. The teen-ager liked to have her sexual trigger roughly caressed as she neared the throes of climax. Other women preferred a feather-like touch, or perhaps a circular motion.
Each was different, a man who cared discovered these things and provided them for his lover. Chance Weston was such a man-a lover.
Up and down the clinging folds of her cunt slid. Fiery friction burned along every inch of his thick, lust-swollen cock. He twitched and jerked within her. The growing need within his own loins was rapidly becoming a flaming ball that would blast upward.
Harder and harder, his sister rode the inflexible length of his cock.
Her face was pleasure twisted. Her full, red lips writhed as she moaned and groaned the nearness of her release. Her hands gripped at his chest under the intensity of her pleasure, her fingernails biting into his bare skin.
In quick, brisk strokes, his finger roughly ground into the extended button of her clit. He stroked her, matching the rise and fall of her cunt. At the same time, his own hips thrust and lunged with increasing need and strength.
'God! Oh God, Chance!' The beautiful blonde's face showed the torment of ecstasy-agony. 'Sweet God! It's so gooood!'
He intended to make it even better, by slipping a finger into her cockpacked cunt, but he didn't need the extra stimulation. She came.
Her arms collapsed and she fell atop him. Her diminutive body quaked and trembled as the lusts and desires of her teen-age needs were unleashed.
Politely, he slipped his fingertip from her clit, before pleasure turned to pain. He also kept his hips moving, thrusting in and out of her juicy cunt, extending the height of her climax.
He was a loving brother, and she was a loving sister. A fact she proved when she at last descended from the raging winds of orgasm. She wedged a hand down between their cores and tenderly played with the rock-laden sac of his testicles.
He came!
After no more than a moment or two of his sister's teasing caresses, he unloaded the thick, hot flood of semen swirling in his balls. For the second time within twenty-four hours, he drenched the young blonde's pussy with his seed, emptying himself into her wanton slot of pleasure.
'That's one hell of a way to wake up,' Cari grinned as she rolled from him after his cock had deflated and slithered from her come-oozing pussy. 'I think I could lay here all day.'
'Definitely a case of rounded heels,' he chuckled.
'Created by my brother,' she chided back. 'Whatever I am, you made me … no pun intended.'
He laughed and pulled her to him. The kiss they were halfway into was rudely interrupted by the harsh ringing of the phone. He let it blare three times before giving into its demanding sounds.
Rolling to his back, he reached out and found the phone atop a night table. He snagged the receiver from its cradle and mumbled a 'hello.'
Then he sat up straight-it was Tanya!
Chapter 4
Chance took a moment or two to calm himself before trying to talk to his fiancee. He was still shaky from Cari's ball-draining performance.
Then he began to talk.
Apparently taking a cue from the sound of his voice, Cari slipped from the bed and went trotting off into the bathroom. He was grateful for the privacy. He was also grateful for the fact Tanya's call was merely a 'good morning' call, nothing important, except that she was doublechecking on the time he was to pick her up that evening.
They chatted for a while before he worked in the fact that his younger sister was visiting him. He didn't mention that he and Cari had just spent the night together, as lovers.
'No problem,' Tanya said. 'I'll see to it that Mary is out of our apartment tonight. We can come over here after dinner.'
