'Your marriage was never consummated.'
'Look,' she had said angrily. 'My husband fucks me twice a week.'
He flushed. 'Well, you still have your hymen.'
Driving back home to the ranch, Ellen had become even more furious. That ignorant fucker! He was sure not used to cow-town bluntness. He had told her she could see another doctor. Vocabulary had never been her heavy subject at school, but she knew what a hymen was-her maidenhead, her 'cherry.'
Anatomy had not been her best subject, either. In fact, she had never brought home good grades, like John. He was so smart, he hardly had to open his books. It was as if she had been standing behind the door when the brains were passed out. Everybody knew John would go a long way. Ellen was no raving beauty, either, but she had a good strong body and fine thrusting tits.
At home in the bathroom, she had examined her vagina for the first time. The doctor was right! The circle of membrane at the door of her cunt was not torn. Earl's short, thin spike had not punctured it! Physically, she was still a virgin. Now, staring greedily at her young brother's huge cock, she knew he could rip it. All that bigness going in her.
Ellen had never chippied on Earl, although one handsome salesman had tempted her. Fucking local guys was out-too much talk. The salesman had flattered the shit out of her, saying that with her figure, she should be in the big city. But Earl had come home too soon. He had told the salesman to get the fuck out and had hurried her into the bedroom to see if she had a wet pussy. Then he had given her one of those quickie jack-rabbit screws.
It looked as if young John was about ready to get his gun off. The skin was back over his knob, and he was working the covering up and down, his hips lifting. His other hand was gripping the veined shaft. But his nuts weren't bunching up. That had to happen when a man climaxed! He rested a few seconds, breathing faster.
Oh, he sure does a job playing with himself! Ellen thought, dizzily. I've been standing here fifteen minutes already. I gotta get one, too! I'm dying for it! If I could just have all that wonderful cock up in me just once!
The side of the tack shed where she stood was hidden by another shed and the end of the barn. She lifted her skirt and held her right hand on her panties. They were sopping with juice. Her cunt had never been this swollen before! She was simply one big ache. Her clit shouted for relief.
Ellen was glad for the usual barnyard sounds of hens clucking, cows making their mooing noises, and a rooster crowing (sure, he had just mounted a hen). Fingers inside her panties, she touched her clitoris and shuddered. It felt as big and as long as her little finger! But of course just the tender tip stood up from the concealing flesh.
She hunched on her palm and wished her tits were out where she could fondle them. Earl never appreciated them, but they sure figured in her lonely search for satisfaction; they were as firm as melons. One day last week she had gone to town without a bra and several guys had whistled at her. When she wore tight pants, a lot of men turned their heads, too.
John also liked to look at her. The young devil! Just an hour before, in the living room, she had caught him glancing up under her skirt. And she knew why she dressed up a little when she visited home-so he would ogle her robust figure. Some days she really missed him, and not just because of that forbidden sex thing, either. They could always talk about things.
Earl was a good farmer, a fine provider, but he couldn't talk anything else. She could see him now as an uncaring jerk. She cooked and cleaned for him, and he got off in her with no tenderness or compliments, not even any kissing anymore. When she read romantic novels and dreamed about an ideal lover, Ellen almost hated her husband.
John now did a startling thing. He bent way over and took his cockhead in his mouth! He was a fine athlete, very limber. Ohhh, what a way to go! Ellen knew oral sex was going on, but stupid Earl hadn't. Also, the thought of taking his little thing in her mouth was disgusting. But suddenly Ellen knew she would love to suck on John.
Now he leaned back again, drew the foreskin down, and tensed his knob once more. God! When was he going to shoot his jism? His saliva-wet cockhead, the big shaft standing high, the fucking movements of his hips-it was too much! Ellen felt her clit flex, and the stinging rage of her sinful need pulsed from her cunt! She heard herself moan, but she was too far along to care. She was having the best climax of her entire life!
'Hey, what the fuck?' came John's voice, invading her obsessive thrall. She swam up out of her concentration, staggered, and ran to the door of the tack room. Opening it quickly, she so startled young John he didn't even try to haul up his pants and shorts.
'Oh, John, don't tell!' Ellen breathed, knowing her face was flaming with embarrassment and lust. His prick was shrinking. What a terrible sight!
A strange expression came into John's face. He relaxed and leaned back on the shed wall again. His beautiful cock began to swell, and a sly grin touched his lips.
'You been outside watching me, Sis?'
'Yesss, and it's awful, I couldn't resist. Oh, I know you want me, and I want you, honey. Earl isn't taking care of me.'
'Well, sonofabitch,' he muttered. He seemed so very grown up, like sixteen or even older. He was in charge of the situation, having that kind of strong personality.
Ellen reached for her blouse, a tight one that showed every line of her breasts. She knew why she had put it on, too. A sweet fever possessed her. She could not turn back now; she was caught in her younger brother's sex trap. His stiffening prick and the hard craving in his eyes said he had to finish it, too!
'What'd you do, Sis? Stand out there an' watch me and get yourself off?'
'Yesss!' Her face was hot with shame.
'Jeeeee-sus!' he muttered thickly. 'Let's go up in the hay now. I sure do need some cunt.'
Ellen could never remember going up into the hayloft, but every minute detail and every word that followed would live in her mind as long as she existed. It seemed much more like her wedding day than the thing with Earl had ever been. John's rough country language didn't bother her one bit. She often used it to herself when she masturbated. They were peas out of the same pod.
Resting comfortably in the fragrant hay, John sat across from his sister and held his huge stiff cock in his right hand. She spread her legs so he could see her thin, red panties and reached for her blouse again.
'Okay, get your tits out,' he said.
'Oh, don't you want to come over here and play around and kiss me, honey?'
He stared between her thighs, his prick flexed. A batch of clear juice oozed out on the head. His face was very taut.
'Not this time,' he breathed. 'You got it off once and I ain't had mine yet. I gotta fuck!'
'Yesss!' she gasped, undoing her blouse very quickly. 'That's such a big, beautiful prick, honey!'
He trembled as he watched her remove the blouse and reveal her tight pink bra. It was lace trimmed, like her panties, and she knew why she had worn it. I've been craving this for over a year or more! He knows it and he's been wanting my cunt the same way! We're two animals!
'I'm so glad you didn't shoot your stuff!' she breathed. 'I want it!'
'You got some of that jelly to put up in there?'
'Nooo! I can't get knocked, honey. I'm sterile. You can shoot me all day long and it's okay.'
'Jeeeeee-sus!' he breathed. 'Fuck! My own sister!'
'Oh, don't you ever, breathe a word!' she gasped.
'Shit, no! They'd have us both in jail. Doesn't Earl ever fuck you?'
'He just gets it in a few minutes and then it's all over.'
'That shitass! He don't look too smart,' John said. 'I can tell you really need it, the way you wiggle around.'
'I've been horny a long time for you, honey,' she giggled. Now that they were into it, she wanted to make things not so tense and uptight. A good fuck should be a fun thing. They couldn't get serious about it!
'Jeeees, I been wanting to fuck you for years,' he muttered. Then his grin came out. He was becoming more relaxed. It was more as if they weren't related at all and out on a sneaky hayloft date.
'You cocky little shit!' she laughed. 'All that jism on the sheets.' They both laughed.
'One time I heard your bed jiggling and you was in there all alone,' he smiled. 'I didn't know girls jacked off till this chick in town told me.'
'Well, that isn't the word for it, but it's fun!' she giggled. She unhooked her bra and let her big boobs hang
