He tickled her hot little clitoris, making it hard, as she gave head to him passionately. The sucking circle of her lips pumped up and down, up and down, on his hard, throbbing cock. His glans rode the velvet, wet trough of her tongue and forged into her throat each time she went all the way down.
'Pull out my balls!' he said huskily. 'Play with them!'
She dug into his pants, and brought out his balls. She held the big nuts in her hand, fondling and squeezing them gently, as she kept gliding her mouth up and down on his rod.
Todd worked his entire hand into her panties. He poked his middle finger at her asshole while his first finger went up her cunt and his thumb rubbed her hard, slippery clit. She writhed and breathed heatedly through her nose. She moaned against her mouthful of cock.
'Suck it, baby!' he growled, driving his stiff dick upward into her mouth and throat. 'Oh shit, what a cocksucker my sister is!'
His middle finger broke through the circular ring of little muscles and glided into her ass. He stroked both fingers in and out of her at the same tempo while he continued massaging her clit. She had never experienced such intense stimulation. That finger up her asshole was terrific! she thought.
She began to cum, and just then he let go, spurting his load of sperm into her throat. She gulped fiercely, her eyes watering, as she clamped her lips hard around the shaft of his prick and lapped her tongue against its head. Her hips jerked on the sofa as both her cunt and asshole contracted spastically on the fingers which were stuck up into them. Her warm, thick cunt juice cascaded down into his palm.
His quivering prick kept geysering into her throat and she drank all his sperm. Still she kept sucking on the tool until it became soft. Then she let it wiggle out of her mouth like a snake, and she sat up. She gasped for breath, her eyes a little glassy and her mouth wet with his slime.
He withdrew his hand from her pants.
'Wasn't that worth it, baby?' he asked.
'Yesss. Ooh, yesss!'
'Now I'll go into tilt john while you pull yourself together. Friend hubby is apt to be here any minute.'
He grinned and got up to walk to the bathroom, his prick bobbing from his fly. She pushed her skirt down and leaned back on the sofa.
She hadn't believed that anything could happen so fast and be as good as that quickie session with Todd. There was no doubt now that he would be staying with Steve and her. The only question was whether she could stay away from him while Steve was around.
Oh, why do I have to be such a pig? she thought. But underneath she believed she wasn't really to blame. If Steve would only be good to her, and quit being so damned narrow-minded, she wouldn't have any need for Todd.
She trembled with apprehension as she thought about the days that lay ahead.
CHAPTER NINE
It was afternoon when Steve returned. When he opened the door and saw Todd seated with Sharon in the living room, his eyes lit up and he gave his young brother-in-law a wide grin.
'Well, look who's here!' he exclaimed. 'How the hell are you, Todd?'
He stuck his hand out, and Todd eagerly jumped up to clasp it. 'It's good to see you, Steve! Hey, how are those Eskimo broads? I hear their husbands lend them out to house guests.'
'Don't believe everything you hear,' Steve advised. 'Say, shouldn't you be in school this time of year?'
'Yeah, I should. But I have a little trouble and I'm temporarily expelled.'
Steve gave a whistle. 'Gee, that's too bad.'
'I know. Man, it's a bummer!'
Sharon hadn't said anything. She just glanced tensely back and forth from her brother to her husband, hoping that all would go well. But she felt a sickening certainty that something would happen to reveal her involvement with Todd.
Steve, who had stocked some beer in the refrigerator, offered a can to Todd.
'I thought you and Shari didn't drink,' the young man said.
Steve looked at him closely. 'What gave you that idea?'
Sharon held her breath, but her brother recovered deftly. 'I just assumed it, I guess. I mean, you're both kind of conservative in your habits.'
'Well, I don't think a beer is exactly demoralizing,' Steve said as he walked into the kitchen to fetch the refreshments.
Todd threw a wink at Sharon and followed her husband into the kitchen.
She remained on pins and needles. This was going to be a painful time, she knew, regardless of what happened.
Steve and Todd brought the beers into the living room, and the three sat down to have a drink and talk about old times. Steve gave no hint of the tension that existed between Sharon and himself as they all chatted. But he made no loving gestures toward her, either. Todd noticed this.
When he got around to asking Steve if he could stay with Sharon and him for a while, the other man's response was an immediate 'yes'.
'We'd be glad to have you,' he said, 'If you don't mind bunking en the sofa.'
'That's fine,' Todd said, glancing at Sharon.
She averted her eyes. Steve noticed her peculiar response and wondered what was the matter with her.
Sharon remained tense for the rest of the day, fearing that at any time something might be said which would reveal the truth about Todd and herself. But the time passed uneventfully.
Even so, she decided that night to have a talk with her husband and try to persuade him to ask Todd to leave. She waited until Todd had retired in the living room and she and Steve were in the bedroom together, starting to take off their clothes.
She had removed her dress and was wearing a short half slip and bra. Steve had taken off his shirt, shoes and socks.
He picked up his robe and pajamas and was about to step into the bathroom to complete undressing when she stopped him.
'I don't believe it's going to work out with Todd here,' she said.
He looked at her strangely. 'Why not? Todd and I have always gotten along well.'
'But this is a small apartment and…' She found that she didn't know what else to say.
'And what?' Steve asked.
'I just don't think it will work out,' she repeated lamely.
'For God's sake, Sharon, he's your own brother! You ought to like having him here.'
'Well, I don't – especially since we're having trouble as it is.'
What does he have to do with that?
'Nothing,' she said quickly. 'But there's a certain amount of tension.'
'I'm not tense,' he told her, turning again towards the bathroom. 'It's just that we don't have the marriage we used to have – and that sure as hell isn't my fault.'
She felt like crying.
While he was in the bathroom, she took off her slip and bra. He returned from the bathroom in his robe and pajamas and found her in just a pair of yellow panties. He couldn't help ogling her tits for a few moments, but then he forced himself to glance away.
She kept walking back and forth, busying herself with inconsequential things. But actually she was trying to attract him. This worked to a certain extent. His eyes kept returning to her jutting boobs, which quivered enticingly as she moved. He also stared at her bouncy ass in her thin silken panties.
He wanted a piece that night, but he kept thinking, she isn't all mine. She also belonged to somebody else, and maybe she still does.
Finally she removed her panties, showing him the fine bunch of fluff on her pussy mound. He turned the other
