had been a messy thing, too, but was overshadowed by the news worthiness of the one her employer went through.
Laura was on her knees, by the foot of the bed. She was naked, except for her brief panties and the ropes which bound her hands behind her back. She looked somewhat pale but that was because of her anxiety. This was the first time her young brother had ever bound her. Her eyes darted nervous glances at him.
Her tits rose and fell with her breathing. She was excited. There was no denying that. She hadn't been home very long before she found that just looking at her teenage brother was enough to get her all worked up.
After her divorce from her irate husband, Jerry, and all the unfavorable publicity she was forced to endure, she had to get away, to hide somewhere. Maybe forever. She packed up and went home to her parents, who lived in a small town a thousand miles from where she had been besieged by thoughtless reporters and inconsiderate photographers. Wasn't that an ironic twist? She'd been pretty thoughtless and inconsiderate herself, hadn't she? Considering what she had planned to do in her blind unreasoning ambition to have a series of best-selling books, she had no room to criticize anyone else for being thoughtless and inconsiderate.
How different things seemed when the shoe was on the other foot, she thought. Her mind dwelt on those women in Tuttleville and what she had found out they were doing with their teenage sons. Now the shoe was indeed on the other foot, for wasn't she doing the same thing, performing the same forbidden acts with her young brother Ron?
It began soon after she moved in, several weeks before, though she had no thoughts whatever of doing anything like that with her own brother – at first. Then, because she had considerable experience and training in observing such things, being able to recognize when it was happening, she soon realized her young brother was screwing his mother, whenever she and her father weren't around. She didn't miss either, the way her young brother looked at her, with lust written all over his handsome grinning face. The horny young devil wasn't content with having his mother's pussy whenever he could get at it. He wanted his sister's too. Well that was all right with her. The thought of her brother and her mother having sex with each other whenever they were alone, touched off a spark within her that flared into passion. Why should her mother have all the fun? Her young brother was a handsome, well built, muscular kid. She'd like nothing better than to have him between her legs.
The opportunity was there. Both her parents worked, so as soon as her brother got home in the afternoon when school was out, they had over two hours to be alone together, before her parents got home from work.
She didn't waste any time, once she decided to make it with him. As soon as he got home from school one afternoon, she practically climbed all over him. Her young brother was delighted. They went up to her room and got undressed. She got onto the bed and spread her legs. Her brother climbed on top of her and started fucking her. God, was he ever good. Really sensational. And he could talk her into anything. He had that quality about him that made a woman want to do everything she could think of to please him. No wonder he had been able to screw his mother. And now his sister.
This horny young devil had a lot of ideas. They did all kinds of wild things together. And him fucking her in the ass was only one of them.
Then after several weeks of being gloriously fucked by him every afternoon, he started coaxing her into letting him tie her up. And today she let him. Why not? He was a good kid, and he loved her. She could trust him not to do anything too far out. She never would have let Findley or her husband tie her up. Both those bastards had a mean streak in them and she wasn't about to see it in action while she was helpless. But her young brother wasn't like that. And the idea of having her hands tied behind her excited her, even if she was just a little bit nervous about it.
Her tits rose and fell with her breathing. She was hotly aroused and she breathed in quick panting gasps, as though she could not catch her breath. Her rapid breathing caused her full round boobs to bounce and jiggle, which in turn caused her young brother to gaze at them like he wanted to devour them.
Laura was kneeling on the thickly carpeted floor, her lovely legs folded under her. She had a beautiful shape, with flaring hips and well rounded thighs. With her hands bound behind her back, her tits stood out even farther, as though inviting her brother to come and enjoy them. She loved it when he sucked on her boobs. He'd spend an hour on them, kissing, licking and sucking, sending her through one orgasm after another.
Her thin panties were tight across her flesh, the flimsy garment stretched taut across her satiny smooth hips. They were bikini style, low cut and of a material that enabled one to see right through them. Her cunt hair, pressed against the sheer fabric, was clearly visible. They were pulled tight in the crotch, so that the narrow band nestled between her fleshy pussy lips.
Her thighs were smooth and rounded. The cheeks of her shapely ass rested on the backs of her heels. She squirmed restlessly.
Her young brother was bare from the waist up. He was wearing his pajama bottoms, the front of the thin material poking out in front because he obviously had a raging hardon. Laura gazed at it fondly. Then she looked up. Their eyes met and they stared lustfully at each other. Her hair spilled down her back as she tilted her head to look up at him. Her expression was slavishly adoring.
His hand reached out and he caressed her silken hair. It was thick and healthy and there was a lot of it. Waves of it spilled over her tits, partially veiling them.
Laura licked her lips. 'Y-you, didn't have to tie me, Ron!'
'Didn't I?'
Color flared in her cheeks. She gazed into his eyes. 'You know I'll do anything you want.'
'You nervous about being tied?' he teased.
'A-a little.'
'Doesn't it give you a thrill to be tied up like that and know you can't stop me from doing whatever I decide to do?'
'You worry me when you talk like that.'
'Worrying is part of the turn on,' he told her. 'I only tied your hands behind your back, because you're still nervous about it. What I really want is to spread you out on the bed, then tie your hands and ankles to the four corners. That really makes you feel helpless.'
'My God!' Laura gasped. 'I don't know if I'd like that or not.'
Her brother laughed. 'Mrs. Gordon likes it.'
'Who is Mrs. Gordon?'
'My history teacher. I go home with her after school now and then. Her husband doesn't get home until six. We do all kinds of things together. I tie her to the bed face down. Then I fuck her in the ass and she can't do a thing about it. She pretends she doesn't want me to, then hollers and moans when I put my prick up her back route. What really turns her on is that she's so helpless. I could go home and leave her like that, for her husband to find when he came home. When I tell her that's what I'm going to do, it freaks her right out.'
'Oh God!' Laura gasped. 'You wouldn't actually do that, would you?'
Her brother laughed. 'Not hardly. She'd have to tell her husband about her and me. Then he'd come over here and beat the living hell out of me. But while she's tied up, it's easy for her to think that I might, and that gets her really worked up.'
'I can understand that,' said Laura. 'I'm pretty worked up myself!'
He caressed her soft cheek. She turned her head to the side so she could kiss his hand. She pressed her lips against his fingers and made soft little mewling sounds.
'Those ropes that bind you, Sis – are the physical symbol of the way you are totally bound to my will, body and soul.'
'Sure,' Laura agreed quickly. 'But if they are only a symbol, darling, why do you need them at all? You know I'll obey you!'
'Will you? Maybe. This way I know you will. Anyway, the ropes remind you that you belong to me. You're my woman, to do what I want with!'
He hauled his stiff cock out through the gap in the front of his pajama bottoms, and guided it to her mouth. Laura stuck out her tongue and licked it. It slithered over his dick, licking it in a manner she knew he liked. He dropped his pajama bottoms, pulled his feet free of them, then stood with his legs wide apart, while she licked his balls. Then her lips engulfed the head and he shoved it gently into her mouth. Laura opened wider, the corners of her mouth stretching to accommodate her brother's cock. She rubbed against it as it filled her mouth. She could
