She massaged his thighs when they disappeared up into his groin and as she rubbed, her fingers accidentally found something else. It was a bulge deep inside his body, just behind the place where his balls were fastened. The bulge pulsed. She rubbed it gingerly, curiously. It throbbed and she could feel the tip of her brother's cock swell huge on her tongue.
She sucked like a hungry little kitten. She made her tongue do circles on his glans and then drove it up and down the bottom of his shaft. She had about two thirds of his cock inside her mouth now, but his prick was so big that she was afraid she was biting him a little. It made her jaws ache, but she kept up the bobbing movements of her head, pretending that Stevie was her husband, that they were alone in their house with no one to bother them ever.
Her panties were drenched with hot cuntjuice. She wiggled her ass to rub the outer lips of her pussy together. The friction over the tiny bead of her clit was intense. She wiggled harder, moaning as she sucked Steve's cock.
Suddenly he lurched forward, his hands tangling in her thick, red hair. A bolt of hot cum spit against the back of her throat and Robin had to fight the impulse to jerk her mouth away from his shaft.
But she squeezed her eyes tight and made her cheeks pull in around his meat as she sucked harder. Steady floods of Steve's cream fountained from the tip of his cock. The taste of his cum was sour, a flat, sour taste.
Robin gulped some down. Strings of semen caught in her throat, but she swallowed again and got it down.
Steve was flopping around in the chair like he'd lost his mind. His thighs were tight around her body. Robin rubbed his balls with both hands now as she worked her lips like slick snakes over the bursting glans.
Her chin dripped cum. Semen escaped from the corners of her mouth. It made a slick coating over her teeth. But she didn't care. Having his cum in her belly only seemed to make her hotter. She took her mouth gently from her brother's prick and let it sag back onto his belly.
There was a knock at the door.
Robin went over shakily arid somehow got it open. The girl with dark hair, the one who wouldn't suck Steve's cock. Robin gave her a questioning look.
'Is Steve here?' The girl looked a little unsure of herself.
'He's here all right.' Robin wiped a glob of cum from her chin with the back of her hand. She just didn't give a shit anymore. 'He's here, but I don't think he could even get up. Why don't you come back some other time.'
The girl frowned. 'You look a lot like him, you know that?' She wrinkled her nose as if she had sniffed the sharp odor of semen, as if she knew what the musky smell of Robin's body meant. 'You are his sister, aren't you? He said something about red hair.'
'Yeah, I'm his sister…' Robin started to close the door.
'Tell Steve to call me.' The girl backed off the step. She looked completely confused. 'Don't forget.'
Robin locked the door and went back in the other room. She sat on the bed, watching her brother. For fifteen minutes he sat there in the chair with his shorts around one ankle. His eyes were closed, but every so often he'd open one and look over at her.
Robin had so many things to say, so much to tell him. But she stayed quiet. It was all she could do to keep from sticking her fingers into her own panties and working her humid cunt into a froth. That sucking had gotten to her bad.
Then she noticed that Steve's cock wasn't sagging between his thighs anymore. It was filling once more with blood, growing thicker and longer. Even the tip was darkening like it had been while she'd sucked it. He had his eyes both open now and was looking at her in a way she simply didn't understand.
He shook his head slowly, smiled. She got up nervously. She clasped her hands in front of her and walked over. She felt like the little baby sister again. She hoped he wasn't mad.
'Take off your shoes,' he breathed, touching her hips.
His hands were hot right through her tennis skirt. She kicked off her shoes and spread her toes against the rug. His cock was really stiff now and still a little raw-looking from where her teeth had nipped him.
'We'll probably go to hell for this,' he said, his voice so low she could hardly hear him. 'Yeah, well probably end up in hell.' He stood up and let his fingers slide up her thighs, up under the white pleated skirt. 'But… but I can't help that.'
He had hooked the elastic of her bikini panties and was working them down over her slim hips.
Robin closed her eyes and moaned when the soaked nylon pulled away from her pubes with a wet, sexy sound. The skimpy things puddled around her ankles and she stepped out of them. Her brother's hands moved over her firm, young ass. His eyes were closed as if he were trying to remember that moment forever.
He didn't have to tell her what to do. They seemed to know exactly what was next, what movements to make. He unbuttoned her shirt, let it slip back over her shoulders. She blushed as he looked at her tits. Why couldn't they be bigger… but maybe someday they would. Especially if Steve sucked them a lot.
He bent down and she hugged her arms around his neck. Then he straightened again and her toes left the floor. He lifted her body up and carried her to the bed. She bounced on the sagging springs with a whimper, spreading her thighs wide, the short skirt flopping back to expose the red meat of her cunt.
'Your cunt looks so wet inside.' Steve bent to peer at the parted cunt-hole where she wanted him to ram his lovely, hard cock.
'Fuck me, Stevie!' she begged. Her mouth felt bruised and hungry for kisses. 'Fuck me real good!'
He was on her like a leopard. The tennis skirt was forgotten. She felt it tangle across her belly as Steve fumbled frantically to push the fevered tip of his cock into her slick cunt.
She worked her ass in wild circles, trying to help him find the right place. Then the tip slipped down her divide and popped past the muscles at her pussy's mouth. He rammed deep in two lunges. She was skewered, fucked completely. In less than a minute she felt herself about to come.
Steve was hunching his strong hips hard, his shaft sliding under and in… so deep… so very deep.
'Oh Stevie… I wanted it to last so long and already I'm gonna… Ohh uhnnn… Help… Jesus Christ, help!'
'Robin… baby… I love you!'
He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth and she sucked it ravenously as the throes of her climax raped her senses. She clutched her brother's back and ground her hot cunt against his loins. He fucked her with strong, hard thrusts. She came screaming. Her head flopped helplessly on the pillow and Steve caught her ear in his mouth and filled her pussy with frothing seed.
'Your cunt's like silk inside… Oh God Robin… I think I've finally lost my mind…'
'Baby, darling… Steve.'
She bucked and twisted. Wound her legs over the backs of his and crashed her hard, young body up and down.
As they quieted, the semen leaked out of her cunt and onto the sheet. Steve started to move away, but she hugged him tight and clenched down the muscles of her cunt. The clasping folds held his cock deep, deep inside her.
'We didn't even think about not making a baby,' Steve breathed.
'It's okay.' Robin moved her hips gingerly, frowning a little.
'I really think my period just started. You must have done it.' She slipped a finger down to the place where her brother's cock disappeared between her parted cuntlips. When she brought it close to her eyes, it was tinged with red. 'It's started!'
'Jesus,' Steve said, 'at least we don't have that to worry about!'
'Just the going to hell.' Robin laughed, kissed her big brother's nose. He tried to look worried but smiled finally and kissed her lips.
'Please move back home, Stevie,' she said after a while. Her cunt tightened down on his cock for emphasis.
'Yeah… I'm gonna move back home today.'
'There he is!' Marcia said, grasping her uncle's arm.
Nat stabbed out his cigarette and swung down out of the pick-up truck. Sam Philbert was standing in the bright sunlight just outside the Hilton hotel. He didn't look half so threatening as she'd remembered. Especially when he saw Nat coming at him.
The black doorman seemed to sense something immediately. He backed off a step to watch. Marcia was close
