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Seven Sucking Sisters ....(105k)    by Sandy Jones

CHAPTER ONE

When I came back from classes that afternoon I saw my little brother Henry out in the back yard; he was hitting a ball with his baseball bat. Something about him caught my eye.

"Um," I said to myself, "little brother is getting to look a lot older than he used to! Maybe I ought to take him aside and see just how old he really is!"

I parked my car in the driveway and walked around the side of the house. Glancing into the garage, I noticed that Daddy's car was gone.

"Good," I said, "that means they've all gone to the store shopping. Little brother Henry and I have the house alone together!"

I turned the corner of the house. There was 14-year-old Henry standing with his back to me. He was wearing his tight blue jeans, the ones that have the worn spot just above the ass. When he turned I could see his crotch, and the nifty bulge there that meant he had something beneath that I could use.

"Oh, Henry!" I called with a sparkle in my eye. Little brother turned, then smiled and waved.

"Hey, Sandy!" he called. "Back from classes already? Things must be getting pretty easy in college!"

"Come on over, Henry! I want to talk to you!"

Henry ambled on over. I watched that bulge at his crotch as he walked. My pussy was already getting damp. I could almost feel little brother's young cock inside of me.

"What's up, Sis?" he said, leaning his bat against the side of the house.

"Come on inside, Henry," I said. "I think it's time you and I had a little talk."

"What do you want to talk about, Sandy?" he said innocently as we climbed the stairs into the house.

I took little brother by the arm and led him down the hall and into my bedroom. I closed the door behind us and locked it. I turned to face my little brother.

"What's all the secrecy about, Sis?" he said, flopping back onto my bed.

God, he looked like a picture! My naive little brother in his tattered blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a T-shirt with the letters YMCA embroidered over his heart. My mouth watered. And my cunt, too! I could hardly wait to get started with it. I was going to fuck my little brother for the first time. The thrill was so great that I took my time, drawing it out, milking the moment of all its anticipation just as I was going to milk Henry's young cock of all his creamy come!

"What's going on, Sis?" he asked again, noticing the strange look in my eyes. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

"Henry," I said, "it's about time you learned a little lesson. And as your oldest sister I feel it's my responsibility to teach it to you!"

With that I reached up and began unbuttoning the front of my shirt. Underneath my large tits were swelling to be exposed to him. I couldn't wait until little brother's eyes could see them: large, round and sensuous tits-belonging to his very own sister!

"W ... what are you doing, Sis?" said Henry, his eyes growing wider by the second. "What's going on?"

"It's not what's going on, little brother!" I said. "It's what's coming off. My blouse, for one thing!"

At that I parted the front of my shirt. My tits fell forward, round sensuous orbs, hidden from his eyes now only by the white tight bra I was wearing. But only for a moment. I tossed my shirt to the floor and reached around behind me. In a flash I had unsnapped my bra and let it fall forward from my shoulders.

Henry's eyes were as large as saucers now. The sight of my naked boobs was too much for him. His eyes dazzled, and his mouth hung open with complete surprise.

"Wha ... what ... are you...?"

Little brother couldn't finish the sentence. He was enthralled by the sight of my peachy smooth luscious tits. I cupped my hands under them, lifting my tits so that he could see them even better. I squeezed them, tweaking the large nipples with my thumbs so that they stood up pertly for him.

"Do you like them, little brother?" I asked. "Do you like big sister's naked tits?"

"Golly, Sis!" he said. "They look great! But, um, do you think we should be ... doing this?"

I grinned to myself. Poor Henry was shy. He still had the impression that it was wrong to watch his older sister take her clothes off. Well, if he was shocked at this point, how shocked would he be when I let him poke his hard cock up inside of my pussy?

I stepped closer to him, pressing my knees against the edge of the bed. My tits were only a few inches away from little brother's face, my hands rolling them around sensuously, kneading them, so that he could see how soft and pliable they were. Henry sat rigidly, his eyes bulging. The front of his pants was bulging, too! I knew he wanted to take hold of my tits himself and feel them just as I was doing.

"Wouldn't you like to feel my tits, little brother?" I asked. "Wouldn't you like to get your hands on them and squeeze them?"

"Golly, yes, Sis!" he said incredulously. "But do you think I should?"

"I don't mind." I grinned. "Go ahead, Henry! Here, I'll help you!"

At that I took little brother's hands and pulled them up, placing them firmly against my naked tits. They felt great, his dry, hard flat palms planted firmly against my soft tits! I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

"Go ahead, Henry," I said. "Feel them all you want!"

And little brother did just that. Avidly, with trembling hands, he squeezed my fleshy tits. His hands were inexperienced but eager as he rolled the orbs of my boobs around under his palms. My nipples grew erect instantly, budding pertly against the palms of his sweating hands.

"Gee, Sis, they feel great!" he said. "Wow, what nice tits you've got."

"I'm glad you like them, Henry!" I said appreciatively. "Here, pinch the nipples between your thumb and forefinger," I coached. "Yes, like that. Oh, yes, you're doing fine, little brother! Just fine for a beginner!"

Henry tweaked my nipples with his fingers, sending sparks of electric sensation shooting up my spine. God, it felt great! My tits were swelling even more, growing beneath his hands like rising lumps of dough. Live wires connected them to every part of my body; as Henry continued to massage them, sparks kept flying in every direction, up to the tip of my head, down my spine, down into the depths of my quivering belly, and further down to my trembling knees.

"Is that right, Sis?" asked Henry. "Am I doing it right?" Does it feel good?"

"Oh, that's right, Henry!" I moaned. "You're doing just fine! Squeeze them. Squeeze my tits just as hard as you can."

Henry did just that. I could feel his hands on my tits like vises. His finger wrenched my tender flesh from one side to the other, rolling my breasts around like balls in his hands. They yielded to him, laying one way then the next, giving in to the pressure of his eager fingers and obeying him perfectly as he pressed them inquisitively from side to side.

"They're so warm!" said Henry. "So warm and smooth! I've never felt anything like them, Sis!"

"Oh, I know something even warmer ... and smoother, Henry!" I said. "Would you like to see it, too?"

"Yes!" he said instantly. "Please let me see it!"

"Okay, Henry, you asked for it!" I said, stepping back from him.

Now came the moment I had been waiting for. Little brother was going to see my naked pussy. My heart was pounding with the thrill of it. I just couldn't wait for his inexperienced eyes to behold the grandeur of my hair-tufted, wet, fragrantly juicy cunt. I know he'd never seen one before. Even with seven sisters, Henry had never seen a real live naked cunt before. But now was his big chance. And I felt proud and excited that it was going to be mine that he saw first.

I peeled the zipper of my skirt down my hip. Henry's eyes widened even more as he watched. He knew what I was about to do, and the poor boy's pulse was pounding so hard that his face was flushed with intense excitement.

I unbuttoned the waistband and let my skirt fall lightly down my thighs. The first thing Henry saw was the white cloth of my nylon panties. Then the snow white creamy skin of my thighs. His eyes dropped all the way down my legs, admiring their long, slender contours. Then his eyes rose again to my crotch.

"Do you want to see my pussy, little brother?" I asked coyly.

Henry nodded, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. He nodded again, the tip of his tongue coming out to eagerly wet his lips.

I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my panties. After hesitating for a moment, I slid them down over my hips, rolling them down my thighs. They dropped light as air down my legs and landed in a clump around my ankles. The air felt cool and refreshing against my legs, and the slit of my pussy breathed gratefully in the air. My pussy was randy, wet as a swamp by all this foreplay. I could feel my juices flowing, lubricating my slick slit and filling the air with my heavy female fragrance.

Henry's eyes were like knives, glued to the spot between my creamy legs. I turned around for him, exhibiting my fine rounded ass cheeks for him. I ran my hands across my ass, squeezing the resilient flesh for him, then ran my hands back up over my wide prominent hips. I faced him again, spreading my feet a few inches farther apart.

Henry was looking at the patch of curly dark hair between my legs. I knew he could see the pink, shiny wet lips of my distended cunt. I knew he could smell me too, because even my own nostrils were flared with the pungent smell of my randy womanhood.

Placing my hands together over my belly, I slid them down between my legs. I cupped myself, letting my fingers feel the soft, warm flesh of my pussy. I felt like a little wound, like a mouth with soft, puffy, wet lips already opened wide, eagerly waiting for fingers or a tongue to slide sensuously across the sensitive flesh.

My fingers felt myself, running one by one up along the moist lips of my cunt. I spread the lips of it, holding them wide apart so that Henry could get a good look at my cunt.

"Want to touch my pussy, Henry?" I asked.

"Yes." He nodded, too engrossed to reply. His tongue came out and licked his lips again.

I walked over to him. My pussy was sloshing wet between my legs. I felt like a hot-buttered roll. A hot pastry, filled with the sugar-sweet sauce of my pussy and its juices. I placed one knee against the side of the bed so that he could get at me more easily. I pushed my hips forward.

"Go ahead, Henry," I said. "Don't be afraid. Feel my cunt all you like!"

Henry stretched his hand forward. Tentatively he touched me, his trembling fingers tracing a line over the sloppy lips of my cunt. Instantly a bolt of juice flashed through my body. My belly instantly turned to lush, warm liquid. I began to cream at once, filling my pussy with a flood of hot, thick smelly juices.

I took Henry's hand impatiently and pressed it firmly against my crotch. His palm felt hot against the sensitive lips of my cunt. Hot and firm. I rubbed it against me, guiding his hand so that he would know just how to turn me on the most.

My teeth were gritted tightly together. I closed my eyes, feeling every smidge of sensation as little brother's hand explored my cock-hungry pussy. Jesus, I didn't know if I could wait much longer. I was going to fuck little brother, and I had to call up all my reserve to keep from climbing on top of him right then. I wanted to draw things out a little more.

"Put your finger inside of me, Henry," I said. "Stick it all the way into my pussy!"

I felt little brother's finger cock touch the inner lips of my cunt. Poised that way, he hesitated for a moment. Too long! I grabbed his hand and rammed it against me, forcing his finger deep inside of my smelly pussy. It felt so good that I almost creamed right then. I had to squeeze my cunt muscles tight around his finger, girding myself just to keep from coming.

But by now little brother had the idea. He was pushing his finger expertly in and out of my belly, exploring me eagerly and wiggling his finger around so that it produced whirls of wonderful sensation that whafted about through my body. My belly was burning. My knees turned to jelly. Oh, God, little brother, wiggle that finger around inside of me!

The sensation was incredible. My cunt gobbled up his sly little finger hungrily as it twisted inside of me, poked deep into my pussy, and reamed the slick cavern for all it was worth. My head was about to explode with pressure that welled up from the depths of my hot belly.

"Oh, God, little brother, that feels wonderful! Oh, push it all the way inside of me!"

Little brother complied. He forced his finger into me all the way up to his knuckles. And as he did his thumb accidentally pressed against the panic button of my clitoris. I gasped loudly, clutching his hand and holding it firmly against me.

"OH!" I cried. "OH, GOD, I CAN'T STAND IT!"

Looking down, I could see that little brother's lips were drawn in an impish grin. "Does it feel good, Sandy?" he said. "Does my finger feel good inside your pussy?"

"OH, JESUS, HENRY, DON'T STOP! GOD, POKE YOUR FINGER ALL THE WAY INTO MY PUSSY!"

He rammed me with all his might. His finger slipped inside of me, wiggling like a worm in the warm interior of my cunt. A marvelous glowing warmth spread throughout my body. My belly seemed to melt. I was liquid, a burning volcano that longed to erupt. Henry's newly-educated finger swabbed me deeply and his thumb buttoned my clit heedlessly. He knew full well that he was driving me to the brink of sensation. And that devilish little brother of mine only worked his hand all the harder, working it back and forth against my pussy so that I finally wilted on top of him. I fell forward against my little brother, landing on top of him across the bed.

At once I could feel Henry's hot mouth against the flesh of my tit. I could feel his teeth biting gently into me, his tongue running mad circles around the taut areolae of my tits. The sensation carried me away. It bore me aloft and flung me up into the clouds where I drifted, aware only of my hot pussy and my tits covered now with Henry's saliva and his moist, smearing kisses.

But little brother didn't stop there. Not him! Taking the initiative, Henry pulled his finger out of my cunt. Instantly he rammed it deeper between my legs-not back into my pussy, but up between my warm thighs. Henry's finger probed up between the cheeks of my ass, feeling for the pink little pucker of my ass hole.

"Henry!" I cried, snaking myself luxuriously against him. "Oh, Henry!"

His finger found me, tracing a tempting line around the aureole of my anus. God, it felt marvelous. That sneaky little finger worming up between my cheeks. Deftly Henry smeared some of my cunt juices up between my cheeks. I didn't have to ask to know what he was about to do. My heart was already in my mouth just waiting for it.

When my ass hole was well lubricated, brother Henry placed his index finger firmly against it. The taut hole was tightly closed, resistant to intrusion, smugly closed until Henry suddenly jammed his hand upward. His finger forced its way into my tight ass. Jesus, it felt like a ramrod inside of me. I squirmed against him, jutting my ass forward and back against his hand.

Slowly, agonizingly, Henry pushed his finger upward into my ass. My tight ass muscles contracted around the base of his finger, swallowing it reluctantly, gripping it firmly each step of the way. All at once he rammed harder, burying his rigid finger all the way into my ass. And there he was, deep inside of me, his finger tickling the depths of my bowels, reaming me with the most delightful series of sensations I had felt in a long time.

Henry was a fast learner alright! He squiggled his naughty finger around and around inside my ass, driving me nearly insane with the pleasure of it. I don't know where he learned that trick, but it was a good one. Especially when he withdrew his thumb, poking it back up at the lips of my pussy. This way he could depress the sensitive button of my clit with his thumb and still probe his finger deep into my ass. The combination was incredible! I was so beside myself that I bit fiercely into his shoulder, digging my teeth into his smooth, muscular flesh.

"Oh, Henry!" I moaned. "Oh, Henry, that feels so damn good! I love the feel of your finger in my ass!"

I was so turned on now that I grappled at him, forcing my hands hungrily down his sides. I felt his rippling muscles, the well-toned flesh of his arms and stomach. Ripping open his shirt, I pushed my hands over his smooth, hairless chest. Little brother was young but well-developed. My hands couldn't believe the round smooth hard contours of his chest.

I was kneeling astride him with my legs spread. In this position it was easy for me to reach down and run my hands over the front of his stomach. His muscles rippled in response. When I reached the buckle of his belt, my head began to pound just thinking about that cock of his between his legs, and wondering if it was as well proportioned as the rest of him. I was going to find out.

I couldn't wait any longer. My belly was burning to have something inside of it. I could almost taste little brother's prick by now. It was time to dig it out.

My hand went down under the waistband of his jeans. I could feel the crinkly hair between his legs. I searched around until I found it. My fingers wrapped around it, squeezing his hidden, already-erect rod for all I was worth. I ran my hand along the length of it, judging its size and proportion. It felt great! From what I could tell, little brother had a cock on him that any boy his age would be proud of. I withdrew my hand and started prying at his zipper. I wanted to look at it. God, I wanted to put his thing in my mouth! Now!

I tugged at his pants until they opened in front. I pulled it out, the rigid, unyielding staff of his cock, swollen with thick veins along the length of it, and topped with a purple helmet-shaped head. The tip of it was glistening with his secretion of pre-seminal fluid. I licked my lips, looking at it and wanting to feel it inside of me, anywhere, my mouth, my pussy, my ass! I didn't care where. I just wanted little brother's cock somewhere inside of my body!

I stroked it with a firm grasp. Brother's prick swelled even more and he jutted his hips upward in response. I bet it felt good to have my playing with him like that. My fingers squeezed his pecker, pulling at it and shifting it around like a stick-shift in a four-speed sport scar.

"Oh, Sis!" he said dreamily. "Oh, Sis, that feels great!"

Little brother was breathing very heavily now. With my hand on his cock I shifted him into first gear, into second, my thumb running across the head of it, smearing that glistening drop of come across the swelling knob. I ran my fingernail gently across that little slit on the top of it. Little brother arched his back, groaning through clenched teeth. I was driving him wild and I knew it. But big sister was only just getting started with her lesson!

Henry had fallen back with his head against the bed. His arms were stretched out at his sides and he flailed his head from one side to the next against the pillow. Straddling him, I pulled his jeans down as far as his knees. His cock looked wonderful. Erect, veins bulging, not small, but a full precocious seven inches or so of proud, hungry hard-on.

I squeezed my hands around the base of his prick; both hands, so that I could get a decent grip on him. Now I pulled my hands upward, then pushed down again hard, stroking his cock and jacking him off with all the strength my ten fingers could muster.

Henry groaned, bucking his hips upward. His prick touched my naked belly, shooting sparks of excitement through me. I longed to feel that meaty hammer inside of me. Longed to feel the whole length of it probing relentlessly into my guts, into the hot depths of my pussy! But no, not yet! First I was going to give little brother a blow job. I was going to suck his cock like it had never been sucked before, and like it wouldn't be sucked again for a long time to come!

I threw myself down onto him. Henry knew what was coming. He braced himself with his hands against the top of the bed. His fists were clenched. Oh, little Henry, here I come! You're going to feel my hot hungry mouth on every inch of that swelling cock of yours!

Holding his pecker between both my hands, I held it erect in front of my face. I could smell the strong aroma of his manhood. The little drop of come was like a sugar icing on the head of it. Glistening, shiny, and sweet to the smell. I pursed my lips and blew on it, wafting his cock with a gentle flow of air that must have felt fantastic. Brother moaned, arching his back again and tossing his head to the side.

I couldn't wait any longer. I moved my face closer, opening my lips to take Henry inside. Carefully I placed the swollen head of his cock between my lips. I had to open wide to get him inside, wrapping my lips around the head of it. Suddenly I dragged my tongue across the head, lapping up that salty-sweet drop of come and running the tip of my tongue through that little slit on the knob of his cock.

He tasted so good! What a tasty little cock my brother had! Did I say little cock? No, Henry's wasn't little. Even now it continued to grow. Thicker and longer, swelling generously so that there would be all the more meat for him to stick inside of my pussy when the time came. But not yet. Not yet.

I pushed my head down on top of him. His cock slipped another inch or so into my mouth. He was already quite a mouthful. I hated to think how I was going to get all of him inside, but I was going to do it one way or another. I lowered my head again, swallowing yet another inch of my brother's prick.

It was throbbing inside of my mouth. My lips were stretched around the shaft of it and I could feel the head of it touching the back of my throat.

My hands squeezed brother's balls, fingers twirling madly around in his coarse pubic hair. The pungent smell flared my nostrils. My mouth was watering, the saliva dripping down the length of his shaft and drooling out of my mouth.

I lowered my head again, taking yet another inch of his cock into my mouth. I had to breath deeply through my nose, since my mouth was too full to breathe that way. As yet only half of him was crammed into my mouth, but it was already more than I could hold. Oh, little brother, what a fine big prick you have!

Another inch inside me! The head of his cock was jammed against the back of my throat. Little brother raised his hips convulsively upward, jabbing yet another inch into my throat. I squeezed him tight, bracing myself to keep from choking. I moaned, my voice muffled by the immense mouthful. My lips sucked at him, sucked him hard, sucked every inch of his smooth, soaked muscle.

What a scene it was! My kneeling on top of my little brother, his joint crammed cock-deep into my mouth. What would my mother have thought, if she had seen us? Or even one of my younger sisters? My sisters, at least, would probably have thrilled to the sight. No doubt about it, they'd have thrown off their clothes and joined right in with us. All of them, that is, except Christine, the youngest. Christine was still a bit of a prude about sex. She didn't understand why the rest of us went out with boys so much, and talked about them the way we did.

Christine still had a lot to learn. Oh, but the others! Yes, the other girls would have joined right in. It would have worked out great, too. Bobbi could have placed herself on top of Henry's face, lowering herself gently so that his mouth could suck at the hot slit of her pussy. Judy could have shared Henry's cock with me. We could even have kissed each other, wrapping our wet tongues around the base of Henry's glistening cock.

Patty and Joan could bring up the rear. I've always had my doubts about those two, anyway. I bet Joan would fasten her mouth to my cunt and give me the best blow-job I've ever had! In the meantime Patty could be blowing her! And Sherry! Ah, pretty little Sherry could hover from one position to the next. First stooping to; slurp her tongue along the base of Henry's rigid cock, maybe smear her mouth up along his side and fasten it to one of his muscular tits, nipping her teeth at his tiny erect nipple.

If only my sisters had been there now! Maybe even Christine would have joined in with all the excitement and everything. But still, I couldn't complain. I was having more fun blowing my brother Henry all by myself than I'd had in a good long time. I smacked my lips against him, taking yet another inch into my already jam-packed, cock-filled, brother-hungry mouth.

I worked my hands down behind Henry's buttocks. His ass cheeks were hard, hairless with youth, and resilient as I squeezed them. Grasping him, I pulled him upward, forcing his prick even deeper into my greedy mouth. He slid all the way inside of me so that my face felt flush against his stomach. His prick filled me so full that I nearly gagged. I pulled my head back, letting his cock slide nearly all the way out of me.

Just then Henry reached down and placed his hands on each side of my head. Holding me still, he bucked his hips upward again, filling my mouth with every inch of his joint, stoking my throat with his bulging cock until he tickled my tonsils. God, I never would have guessed that I could take so much into my mouth at one time. Every inch of him! But I loved it. I loved every inch of my little brother's fine prick. I opened my mouth and waited for his next thrust.

It wasn't long in coming. Brother poked his cock deeply into my gaping mouth. His hairy crotch smashed gently against my face. I closed my eyes, gasping for air and digging my fingernails into his fleshy ass cheeks. Oh, little brother, fill my mouth with your fantastic cock!

It went on for a long time. Little brother burrowed his way into me, wetting his cock on my saliva, reaming out my mouth with his swelling prick. My mouth was watering just like the surrogate cunt that it was. My mouth was like my cunt, the lips puffy, distended, wrapped tightly around the surging shaft of my brother's prick.

My head was reeling with sensations. My whole body was racked with passion, lust, man-hunger. I was so ready that my whole consciousness became dominated by one thought. My cunt! MY CUNT! My luscious, juicy, buttery liquid cunt that was ready to be filled by brother's stiff joint. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have it now. I had to feel that fantastic cock of his fill me all the way to the pit of my belly.

I pulled my head away from him. Sliding up the length of him, I squeezed my knees tight against his sides. I pressed my mouth against brother's, letting him probe his tongue deeply into my lips that only a moment before had been filled with his own cock.

"Oh, fuck me, Henry!" I pleaded. "Please stick you cock inside of me now! I can't wait for it any longer!"

Henry reached down without a word. He took his cock in his hand and aimed it up between my legs. I shivered, my whole body quivering with expectation. I could almost feel that pleasure-filled shaft of his slipping into my tight cunt.

He placed the swollen head of it against the lips of my pussy. It felt like a baseball bat, it was so big. God, could he really get that whole thing inside of me? Oh, let him try! For God's sake, let him try!

Henry pushed his hips powerfully upward. I could feel the head of his cock force its way slowly between the lips of my cunt. The juicy lips parted, admitting him slowly, agonizingly, pleasurably into my pussy. It was the same as when I took him into my mouth. Inch by inch he had to force that unyielding cock of his into my cunt. And every inch felt better than the last. Every inch, as he drove himself carefully but steadily into the depths of my taut pussy.

My head was pounding. My belly felt like someone had let a butterfly loose in it, tickling the sensitive walls of my cunt with its soft, fluttering wings! The pleasure spread up through my body like fingers. Fingers of fire! My whole body was burning, crackling with tiny explosions of intense pleasure like I had never experienced. Incest is best? Hell, incest is the best! I felt like I had never been fucked before in my life until now. My brother's cock felt wonderfully new, a totally new sensation that I could only regret I hadn't taken advantage of before.

Placing my hands flat against brother's belly, I raised my self upward. I was poised with just the head of his prick inside my cunt. My cunt lips were convulsing, begging for the rush that was only seconds away.

Arching my back, I plunged downward, ramming brother's prick deep into my aching belly. He filled my cunt to the brim, socking me deep into my cavern with his man-hard cock. I rose again and fell, raping myself with his totem of flesh, letting him slip all the way into the pit of my pussy. My muscles sucked at him involuntarily, sucking him even deeper into me so that his round knobby head throbbed in the deepest pocket of my sopping pussy.

Little brother took hold of my hips, digging his fingernails into my creamy smooth skin. His strength was fantastic, increased by his passion, and his nails dug into me like talons that made me freeze stock-still in my position.

Now brother took control. His masterful hands drew me downward, slowly, expectantly, agonizingly, as his steel-hard cock filled my pussy again with his slick length. When he had found the pit of my belly again he just held me there, letting his cock soak in the hot fluids of my slit.

I squeezed my cunt muscles around him, feeling them contract around the whole length of his prick. He was snug inside of me now, his cock locked inside of my muscle-taut quim so that he couldn't move. We sat like that for a long time, just feeling each other that way, the key in the lock, the ball in the hole, the sword in its sheath! Oh, Henry, your cock feels right at home up inside my cunt!

Henry started bucking his hips again. Locking my knees tight against his sides, I rode him like a horse. The saddle horn was protruding into my cunt, sliding in and sliding out, stripping me of all my self-possession, grinding against the walls of my pussy like a piston, smooth but hot with high speed friction.

It was the kind of feeling that only a woman knows. It's impossible to describe how great it feels, that great, rigid, man-solid prick surging in and out of my belly. He was ringing me like a bell. My whole body vibrating with the titillating, mind-blowing, wonderful sensation of being fucked royally and well.

Brother Henry was fucking me alright. He was inexperienced, perhaps, but .instinct had come through again. He took to it like a fish to water, driving his cock into my cunt like there was nothing he wanted more in the world than to fill me with the total length of it. It was like he wanted to split me apart, to crack me like a nut with his powerfully surging shaft. I felt like a telephone directory being torn in two. My body yielded like tissue paper, wrecked by the tremendous force of his thrusting prick.

And even at the height of my passion I could feel him perfectly inside of me. Every inch of his prick was well-defined for me by the sensitive interior of my pussy. I could feel the bulging knob of it, like a fish, surging forward and back along the smooth walls of my twat. The shaft was slick as a melting popsicle. Slick and smooth. It was like an ivory tusk poking deeper and deeper into my gaping belly. Oh, Henry, you little elephant, cram that tusk as far as it will go into my grateful cunt!

I was slapping myself down against Henry's legs. I could hear the sound of my bouncing ass cheeks spanking against his legs. And then the sloshy, wet sound of his prick as it slurped in and out of my belly. Henry sure knew how to fuck! He sure knew how to drive older sister crazy with his stiffly-probing cock! And that wasn't all. I never realized how smart little brother really was until, without warning, he reached behind me, grasping my ass cheeks and pulling them wide apart. Even as his prick punched up into my gut, his sneaky finger curled around to touch the puckered little rim of my ass hole.

My heart leaped into my mouth. God, was he going to fuck me there too? His finger in my ass while his prick fucked my cunt? Oh, I can't take it. I simply can't take the pleasure of it!

Henry's finger pushed into the tight ring of my anus. I bit my lip, throwing my head back with orgiastic delight. His finger entered me, squirming around devilishly in the wet, ass-tight, squeezed-shut hole of my anus.

Henry, how can you do this to me? Your big sister can't take it! Oh, yes she can! Oh, push that finger into me! Do it! Oh, Henry, squirm it around again, wiggle it, poke it into my ass just as far as it will go!

He had both my holes filled. His naughty finger tickled its way into the quivering depths of my bottom. His prick drove deeper and deeper still into my pleasure-primed cunt. Ass and cunt. Ass and cunt at once. God, Henry, you're fucking me twice! Wiggle that finger around in my ass! WIGGLE IT!

Right then I felt like I might spill my come at any moment. Any second he might trigger my ecstasy with his clever manipulations. Henry, you're a natural! A natural-born woman pleaser! Drive that cock into my cunt! Poke that finger deeper into my tight ass hole!

I could feel Henry's prick twitching erratically. I knew he must be dangerously close to the point of coming. The pleasure was so intense by then that I wanted nothing in the world as much as to let my come flow. I wanted to spend myself against my brother, to let my come soak his cock and drip out of my cunt onto his lightly-haired legs.

Henry, how would you like to have your own sister's come all over your cock? Your own sister's hot, messy, sticky come smeared into your skin? Oh, God, I'm going to come. Any second ... I'm ... Oh, Henry ... fuck me! Fuck me hard!

I threw myself down on top of him. With my tits pressed firmly against his bare chest, I mashed my mouth to his. My tongue forced its way between his teeth. I fucked him with my tongue just as he was fucking me with his cock and finger. I slashed my tongue hotly around inside his mouth, against his teeth, across the roof of his mouth, parrying his own tongue like a sword and spearing deep into his saliva-wet mouth.

Henry was gasping now for breath. I knew he would be coming soon, too. I rocked fervently back and forth on top of him. I smeared my bare tits against his chest, letting my hard nipples scratch across his smooth skin. My belly was fluttering with pleasure. Any second now I would trip across the threshold of ecstasy. My clitoris was dragging agonizingly across the wiry hair of brother's crotch. I was wet, sloppy, smelly, sweaty. My cunt muscles gripped brother's prick tight, sucking it deeper into me.

It was time. Our wires crossed like positive and negative. Sparks flew. A series of eruptions that whirled up and down my spine. Brother bucked heedlessly against me, shoving his joint up into my guts and his finger up into my ass so that I was like a champagne bottle ready to explode.

The cork went ... pop! Suddenly I came in torrents of spilling pleasure. My come flowed from my wet pussy like a burst dam. Sticky juices flowed down over brother's cock, foaming, smacking with a tacky, sucking sound as he continued to surge in and out of my cunt.

Now brother came. He grasped the cheeks of my ass, digging his nails into my flesh. He groaned loudly, wheezing as he expelled a long, suspense filled breath as his creamy come flooded my pussy, popping against the pit of my cunt hotly so that I came again and again, gritting my teeth and moaning.

"Oh, Henry, I'm coming! Fill my cunt with your come! Fill me with it! Oh! OHHHHHHHHHH!"

CHAPTER TWO

Just then Henry and I heard the door slam downstairs. Footsteps sounded down the hall and somebody yelled. "Hello! Is anybody home?" The footsteps started coming up the stairs.

"Quick, Henry!" I said, leaping up off the bed. "Get your clothes on! It might be Christine!"

I grabbed my clothes and hastily tried to cram myself into them. Henry rather leisurely rolled off the bed and, with a glazed look still in his eyes, nosed around on the floor, looking for his underwear. He wasn't fast enough.

Just then the door flung open. I swung around to see the grinning face of our sister Judy peering in at us. Her eyes blinked first with surprise, then bewilderment, then finally blossomed into a fullblown dirty grin.

"Well, look what I've caught!" said Judy. "I don't have to ask to know what you two have been up to!"

Henry looked up at the newcomer with a dreamy look in his eye. "Hi, Sis," he said, grinning like the cat that has just swallowed the canary. "Come on in."

"I don't know if I dare," said Judy sarcastically, sauntering into the room and seating herself comfortably on the bedside. "Looks like a girl might get raped around here, or something!"

Judy looked at me, still struggling to put on my bra. At this point I was only wearing my panties and skirt over them. Judy's eyes looked at me, assessed the scratches on my arm, the lust hickies that brother had put on my neck and sides, and the rumpled state my hair was in. She nodded to herself, knowingly, and grinned again.

"I see you've been fucking our little brother, Sandy," she said. "I wondered how long it would take you to get around to it."

I gave up trying to fasten my bra and threw it in exasperation across the room and onto the floor. I turned to my sister, my naked breasts swinging proudly in front of me.

"Really?" I said in reply. "Well, if you haven't made it with little brother yet, I'm sure you intended to do it very soon!"

"Oh, of course!" said Judy, looking back at Henry. "I was just waiting for a good opportunity. Tell me, Sis, how is our little brother in bed? Does he fuck well?"

I couldn't help but crack a smile, dropping my air of indignation altogether. "Hell, Judy, he fucks like a rabid mule! Little brother is a natural!"

"I thought he would be," said Judy. "Hell, he's our brother, isn't he?"

Judy and I laughed, and Henry did, too. After all, brother and I had just gotten our rocks off-that is, Henry had gotten his rocks off and I got all of it up in my cunt-so we were feeling pretty good. We couldn't really be angry with Judy for interrupting us. She was good-natured about it. I mean, she wasn't at all shocked like Christine would have been. So what the hell, we might just as well laugh about it and enjoy ourselves.

"I had a funny feeling when I left the house this afternoon," said Judy, "that something like this was going to happen. I mean, the house was empty and Henry was out practicing in the backyard. A perfect set-up. But I really didn't think it would be you, Sandy. I thought maybe Patty, or maybe even Joan, would come home and put the make on him. But you!

"Well, I'm the oldest, aren't I?" I said. "It's my responsibility to instruct my brother in the ways of the world."

"Maybe you're right," she agreed. "As a matter-of-fact, I guess it's only proper that you should be the one to get his cherry. You being the eldest, and all."

"Umm!" I smacked my lips, looking back at Henry who was just buckling up his pants. "And a fine little cherry it was, too, Sis. You ought to try it sometime."

"You mean you're going to share him with me?" she said, pleased.

"Sure! I'll share little brother with all my sisters. It wouldn't be right to hog him all to myself. You have my permission to fuck him anytime you feel like it!"

"Fantastic!" Judy looked over at Henry. He was just buttoning up his shirt, the smooth, muscular shape of his chest still exposed beyond the parted material. Judy grinned. "That's going to make living at home a lot more pleasant, knowing that little brother is just down the hall."

Henry had been listening to all this with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment. I suppose the thought of having seven sisters that want to fuck you would make anybody a little self-conscious. But as the conversation progressed, his embarrassment faded. I guess he started thinking about how great it was going to be with all those horny sisters around. He was just at the age when sex was on his mind more and more. He was probably staring at the girls at school and daydreaming about how nice it would be to get into their pants. But now he didn't have to dream any longer. From now on he had at least two sisters who would go down for him. And the others? Who knows?

Judy got up to help Henry button his shirt. I could tell she was really horny just by the way she moved. A girl notices things like that. Being a girl myself, I know the feeling. I could tell she was horny because she didn't walk over to little brother the way you would walk over to a table to pick up a book. No, Judy slinked over to him, kind of sideways like a cat along a wall. She was feeling sensuous. And I'll bet a five-dollar bill that right then her pants were already wet as hell!

Judy was an attractive girl. One of the prettiest of my sisters, I have always thought. Whereas I am tall, with short dark hair and proud Roman features, Judy is more light-complected. Her hair is light brown, wavy, and long enough to cover her shoulders. Like most of the girls in the family, Judy is slim; she moves with a lithe, graceful stride that reminds you of a dancer. I liked Judy, and was glad it had been her who barged in on little brother and me that day after we had finished fucking.

And Henry seemed to be pleased, as well. While Judy was helping him button his shirt, he looked down at her-even at his tender age, brother Henry was tall-with sparkling eyes. The corner of Henry's mouth twisted up into a sort of impish grin as he looked down at Judy's shirtfront. She was wearing a blouse with the top button undone, so Henry could easily see the deep cleft of her cleavage. Beneath the light printed cloth he could visualize her two ripe, soft, puppy-warm tits.

"I'll bet your tits are almost as nice as Sandy's," said Henry.

"Now, Henry," she chided. "Is that any way for a brother to talk?"

"Sure." He grinned at me. "What kind of brother would I be if I didn't show an interest in my sisters?"

"You learn fast, little brother," I said. "Fuck him once and immediately he gets cocky and starts making wise-cracks."

"I know what kind of wise-cracks he's got on his mind!" said Judy. "The only crack he's interested in is the kind his sisters have between their legs."

"Yeah," agreed Henry, "I'll bet your pussy is almost as nice as Sandy's, too!"

Judy pinched him playfully in his side. "Well, if you're a good boy, little brother, maybe I'll let you see my pussy sometime."

Henry took Judy by the wrists. "Great, Sis," he said, leaning forward so that his chest was against her front. "How good do I have to be?"

"Alright, you two," I said, crossing over to their side of the room. "Cut the shit. I don't know what all this cat-and-mouse stuff is about, but if you're going to show him your pussy, Judy, why don't you just go ahead and show it to him? I'd be kind of interested to see what it looks like myself."

"Yeah! Don't be chicken," said Henry.

Now Judy lost her reluctance. "Chicken? Okay. If you want to see my pussy, I'll show it to you. If you want to see my tits, I'll show you them, too!"

"Hey, that sounds good!" said Henry approvingly. "Just show us the whole thing. Take all your clothes off, Judy, so we can see what our sister looks like naked!"

"Okay, you asked for it!"

Judy reached for the front of her shirt and popped open her buttons in a snap. She pulled the garment off of her shoulders and tossed it into the air. It drifted like silk down onto the floor on the other side of the bed.

Henry's eyes widened as he stood looking down at Judy's bra. It wasn't a white one like I wore, but a lacy black one that she got I can't imagine where.

"Wow!" I said. "Where did you get that sexy bra, little sister?" It was a French bra; I could tell by the way it lifted her tits, holding them up in round, seductive readiness, offering themselves to the first hands that wanted to take hold of them.

"I bought it," she said casually. "Black is my favorite color."

So saying, Judy reached around back and pried apart the little metal clasp. Instantly the lacy bra loosened and drooped down from her front. I could see her tits nose downward slightly, bobbing flaccidly after being released from the tight binding bra. Her tits looked gorgeous. Really nice with their creamy whiteness, round and smooth as puff-balls. I couldn't wait to see the pink little nipples on the ends of them.

Judy let the bra slip down her arms. She dropped it onto the floor and looked defiantly up at Henry.

"There," she said, looking down at herself. "There are my tits. Do you like them?"

"Golly, yes!" said Henry, his eyes bugging. "You've really got nice tits, Sis! Only, I can't decide whether they're bigger than Sandy's or smaller. What do you think, Sandy?"

"They're beautiful tits," I said. "But I do think they're just a tad smaller than mine. Just a tad, mind you."

Judy cast me a skeptical glance. "I'll bet they're not!" she said. "I'll bet they're bigger than yours!"

"Well, maybe they're about the same size," I con ceded. "It's hard to tell."

"Let's compare them!" suggested Henry. "Take off your shirt, Sandy, so we can get a look at your tits, too."

"Yeah," chorused Judy, "why don't you take off your shirt, too?"

I gave in to popular demand. What the hell, little brother had already seen me with my clothes off. Why shouldn't my own sister see me half-naked?

"Okay," I said, reaching for the buttons of my shirt. In a trice I was standing next to Judy, with my tits bared for inspection. Henry moved his inquisitive eyes from one set of tits to the next, bending forward so that he could examine them very carefully before making his decision.

"I can't tell for sure," said Henry, scratching his head. "Judy's tits seem to be a little bit smaller round, but then they're longer. And Sandy's nipples stick out so far that it makes her tits seem a little bit bigger."

"Well, maybe we can judge by the feel of them," I suggested. "Here, I'll show you how."

So saying, I reached over and cupped my sister's tits in my hands. I squeezed them gently. God, did they feel great! Nice soft bulbs of feminine charm. The pertest, squeeziest, nipple-topped little tits I'd ever seen. I rolled her tits around beneath my palms, being sure to take long enough at it that her nipples grew taut and hard against my hands.

When I had finished I took my own tits in my hands, squeezing them just like I had done hers. "Hmm." I frowned. "I still don't think I can tell which are nicest."

"Let me try!" said Henry.

"Me, too!" Judy repeated.

As Henry took hold of Judy's tits, massaging them carefully and thoroughly, not missing his chance to tweak her nipples with his thumbs so that the pink buds stood up more pertly than ever, Judy took hold of my own. Her hands were cool and small against my bare flesh. She held me in her hands like two grapefruits, squishing my tits against me, rolling them around so that they touched each other, the erect nipples pricking against one another. It felt so good to have her touching me that way that I closed my eyes and leaned my head dreamily to one side.

"Nope!" said Henry, after he had tested my titties again to compare them. "Still, can't tell which are better."

"Neither can I," said Judy.

"Well, maybe we can see who had the nicest pussy, then," my quick-learning little brother suggested. He could play the naive little boy when he wanted to, but inside I think he was clever as a fox all along.

"That's an idea," seconded Judy, who was still gripping my tits. "I'd like to see what Sandy's cunt looks like. Are you game, Sister?"

"Sure," I said, too aroused by now to refuse.

"Here, I'll help," said Judy. Reaching over, she took hold of the zipper of my skirt and pulled it down slowly down my hip. The clasp came apart by itself and my skirt parted, drifting down my thighs to expose the white, narrow band of my panties.

"UMM!" said Judy, her eyes sparkling. "What nice hips you have!"

"They feel great, too," said Henry. "I can tell you that."

"I'll bet you can, Henry," said Judy casting him a mock-dirty look. Then back to me. "But let's see what her pussy looks like. I've always wondered what your cunt looks like, Sandy."

With that, Judy slipped her fingers down beneath the band of my panties. Stretching the elastic a few inches from my belly, she could peer down into my panties and see the curly dark patch of my cunt hair. Henry joined her, gazing down into my panties as I stood patiently, my pulse racing with excitement but not letting them know how excited I was.

"Um! Nice muff, alright!" said Judy, smacking her lips. "How does it taste, Henry? You ought to know that?"

"Sandy's pussy tastes fine!" he said, expanding his chest with pride. "Nice and sweet and sloppy wet."

"I'll bet she's wet already," said Judy, insidiously. "You're cunt's getting wet, isn't it, Sandy?"

"Not a bit," I lied. "I'm cool as a cucumber."

"Really? Well, let's just see."

Judy reached one hand down into the front of my panties. I closed my eyes as her cool hand descended. Her hand touched me. I felt the flat of her little palm pressed firmly against the juicy slit of my crotch. My belly fluttered to her touch. It felt wonderful! I was dripping with juices, my love channel drenched with hot, smelly fluid.

"Cool as a cucumber, huh?" sneered Judy playfully. "Feels like a wet clam to me. You're so turned on you're about to melt."

"Here, let me feel!" Henry stepped forward, thrusting his hand into my panties, too. His fingers slid down my belly and took hold of my crotch. Now two hands were touching me, my sister's and my brother's. Their hands held me firmly, cupping the bushy crack between my legs and moving their hands curiously around so that they could feel every drop of my telltale wetness.

"Well, what about your pussy, Judy?" I said. "I thought we were going to see yours, too!"

"Yeah!" Henry joined in. "Let's see your pussy, too, Judy!"

"If you insist," she said amiably. Giving me an affectionate squeeze first, Judy slipped her hand up out of my panties. Now it was her turn. She unbuttoned the front of her pants and slid them swiftly down her long legs to her knees. She stepped out of them and tossed them onto the bed.

Sister's hips were wide and sensuous. Her legs were smooth and beautifully contoured, tapering down to her ankles with a cheesecake-smooth textured skin. Judy didn't wait to be asked. She took hold of her panties straight away and peeled them down over her hips. She stepped out of them and tossed these too onto the bed behind her.

Now little brother and I had a clear look at her cunt. And a luscious one it was, too. All furry and thick between her legs. Judy was getting aroused; I could see the pink lips of her slit already dilated, pouting and shiny with dampness.

"Want to feel it?" she asked. "Go ahead, both of you. Feel my pussy!"

Henry and I didn't have to be asked twice. We practically knocked each other down, rushing at her. Our hands met at her crotch, touching her at the same time, grasping her tight, and feeling that dripping, fragrant slash of cunt-flesh. I could see goose-flesh break out all over Judy's skin. It thrilled her to have us both touching her so intimately. And it didn't hurt matters any when I crooked my finger and tickled the sensitive nubbin of her clit.

"Oh!" Judy moaned, closing her eyes. "That feels so good!"

I took her clitoris between forefinger and thumb and rolled it back and forth like a marble. Judy shivered and both her hands clutched my wrist, pressing my hand more firmly against her.

I grinned. "Well, what do you think of sister's cunt, Henry?"

"Tremendous!" he said, awestruck by the feel of it. He pressed the heel of his hand harder against her, rubbing it up and down over her narrow cunt slit.

"And have you decided which is nicest?" I wanted to know.

"Not sure yet," he said. "Here, let me feel yours again."

Henry dipped his hand down into my panties again. Still holding Judy with his right hand, he massaged me with his left, sliding his palm wetly over my slippery cunt lips and tickling me with the tip of his finger as if threatening to poke it up inside of me.

"Umm!" he said. "They both feel fine. Both your cunts are wet. They feel all fat and puffy. And I love the scratchy hair against my hand."

"But which is nicest, Henry?" gasped Judy. I was tickling her clit again, and the excitement took her breath completely away.

"Well...." He hedged diplomatically. "I'm not exactly sure. I guess they're about the same."

"Come on, little brother!" I scolded with a grin. "One of them has to be nicer than the other."

"Well, maybe if I tasted them," he said. "Maybe that way I could tell."

We all agreed to try it. Judy and I sat down on the bed with our legs spread wide apart. Henry kneeled down on the floor in front of us. His eyes sparkled like diamonds as he looked up at those two furry juicy cunts spread-eagled and ready for his hot eager mouth.

He placed his hands on my knees and slowly leaned forward. Already my belly was fluttering like a flame. He hadn't even touched me yet and already I was hot as hell. Henry's cheek brushed my thigh as he moved his face forward into my crotch.

His mouth found me. Suddenly my cunt was covered with his hot moist lips. God, it felt so good that I practically jumped right up off the bed! His lips were nibbling me, prying at the succulent lips of my pussy, while his tongue slyly slipped along my crack. His teeth found my clit and teased it, nipping at it so that my knees actually began to tremble. Seeing the state I was in, Judy gently slipped her arm about my waist. She drew me against her shoulder to give me a sisterly kiss on the ear.

But Henry wasn't finished with me yet. I could feel his hot panting breath against the sensitive membranes of my pussy. It came out in short hard little breaths that wafted against me, cool and yet warm against my pussy. Suddenly I could feel his tongue. Starting at the very bottom of my cuntalmost as far down as my ass hole-Henry ran his thick wet tongue up along the ridge of it. My delight was so overwhelming that I moaned under my breath. I squeezed my thighs together, trapping Henry's head between them.

Slowly, agonizingly, brother Henry's tongue traveled up the length of my crack. Stopping about halfway up, he wiggled it from side to side, slipping in into my hole just a bit and to squirm it a little more. On up he moved, until I could feel his tongue tickling the tiny spike of my clitoris. I gasped loudly this time. Throwing my head back with my eyes closed, all I could do was gasp, "Oh, Henry! That feels wonderful!"

He pushed himself back onto his heels, still licking the juice of my cunt from his lips. He smacked his lips. "Um, not bad, big sister," he said. "You taste even better than you did before."

But now it was Judy's turn. Just thinking about it, about little brother Henry sucking my sister's twat, made me giggle with glee. Oh, it was going to be such great fun to see her squirm deliriously from side to side as he raked his sandpaper tongue over the viscous crack of her pussy!

Henry turned in her direction. Placing his hands on her knees, he leaned forward between her spread legs. Judy was panting already. I put my arm around her shoulder and squeezed her reassuringly.

"Don't be afraid, little sis," I said, "Henry will make you feel good. He won't hurt you."

Henry's mouth touched her. Judy stiffened, arching her back as little brother's hot mouth laid into her. I could hear him slurping at her, dragging his tongue with horrible slowness across the saucy lips of her cunt. He smacked his lips and the pink tip of his tongue darted out from between his lips to pierce her deep, driving into her fleshy cunt and squirming around like wildfire. Poor Judy! Poor little sister! Brother Henry is sucking your pussy and it's driving you wild!

Bracing her hands behind her on the bed, Judy hefted her hips upward against him. This way she could work her crotch and the sweet-meaty notch of her pussy up and down against Henry's greedy mouth. Every time brother Henry slurped his tongue in a long wet slash up the length of her quim, Judy would raise herself up, dragging her cunt downward, pressing forward, squirming from side to side against his relentless, all-tasting, all-probing tongue.

It was a great scene to watch. Little brother had the trick mastered by now. He knew exactly where to suck, where to nibble, and where to stick his long wiggly tongue. That mouth of his was born to please womankind, and how lucky we were, Judy and me, to be his sisters and enjoy the first precocious melodies of his virtuoso career! Hah! Little brother Henry sure knew how to suck pussy!

Speaking of which, Henry seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself as he slurped at Judy's saliva-soaked box. He was smacking his lips, running his tongue in maddening little circles around her clit, and even turning his head from side to side as he swashed his tongue sideways across her like a paintbrush dripping with paint.

But I couldn't just sit there and watch. Hell, my own pussy was running with juices. I was so hot that my gluey cunt-liquor was dripping down between my spread thighs, staining the bedsheet, smelling salty-sweet and heavy as molasses as it drips from the jar.

I had my arm around Judy's shoulders. I could feel her shivering, trembling from the titillating excitement of Henry's tongue in her snatch. Reaching over, I took hold of her tit, squeezing it like a ripe tomato. It was bulging in my hand, rock-smooth and resilient to the touch. What fine tits she had! Maybe they just were a little bigger than my own. Anyway, I sure liked the feel of them, warm in my hand, and shaped like graceful teardrops of smooth, flawless flesh.

I rubbed my thumb over erect nipple. Judy arched her back again. It was like a panic button. Every time I flicked my thumb across her nipple, a bolt of pure white lightning-electricity would shoot straight through her body. She would tremble and bite her thick lower lip between her teeth.

Lifting her tit in my hand, I placed my mouth against it. It tasted buttery-smooth, salty with her sweat, and delicious. My tongue now took over the job my thumb had done before. I slashed it across the top of her tit, agonizing her with the most arousing sensation. I could almost feel it suffuse her body, turning like a screw up her long sloping spine. I bit my teeth into her tit, nipping her gently, so that she tossed her head to one side, moaning deliriously with her eyes closed.

What excitement! Here I was biting my own sister's tit and rubbing my mouth all over it. And meanwhile brother Henry was down between her legs with his mouth fastened to her pussy, licking her for everything he was worth. Which was pure gold! Pure precious gold the way that sneaky little tongue of his could lick!

Now my lips were kissing sister's shoulders and neck. I placed my mouth against the smooth slope of her neck and sucked, harder and harder, until I was sure that I had planted the reddest, most noticeable, most glorious hickie the world has ever seen. Let her explain that to her friends! Where did you get that hickie, Judy? Oh, my big sister gave it to me! My big sister sucked my neck while her hands were squeezing my tits and my brother was sticking his tongue into my pussy!

I noticed that Henry was getting really carried away with his chore. He was smearing his tongue all over Judy's palpitating pussy. Her crinkly hair was matted with saliva, the thick juices just dripping down to coat Henry's face with a fragrant film of cunt sap. He was sucking at her so fervently, forcing his mouth forward harder and harder, that Judy's ass was actually moving backward on top of the bed, sliding across the smooth white sheet.

With my arm around her shoulder, I lowered Judy backward. She fell back with her head against the pillow. She moaned, opening briefly to gaze at me with watery, distant, pleasure-glazed eyes. I kissed her firmly on the lips. Our mouths met in a smearing kiss that involved every inch of our thick lips, our tongues and even our teeth clashing together.

I probed my tongue deep into her mouth, running it silently along the front of her white teeth, sideways into her cheek, and even upward to tickle that sensitive spot on the roof of her mouth. Judy kissed me back just as eagerly. Her tongue felt like a slippery worm as it squirmed into my lips. She slashed it about, flailing me with a rich warmth of sensation.

Judy was breathing very heavily. Her chest was rising and falling deeply, forcing her naked tits upward against my hands. I rolled over, half on top of her, covering her shoulders with wet kisses, smearing my hands over her tits, arms, and stomach. I wanted to feel every inch of her body. Every inch of her smooth, perfect, young, silken skin.

My mouth worked down over her belly. Stopping at her navel, I reamed out her belly button with the most sensuous swirls of my tongue imaginable. Round and round it went, driving Judy so wild with pleasure that her stomach muscles began to tense and relax spasmotically. Her whole body was quaking, shivering with aroused excitement.

I could smell the rich aroma of her snatch. Little brother was still doing his job, drilling out her pussy with his tongue. He had even hoisted her legs and placed them with the knees over his shoulders so that he had better access. It was my guess that no part of my sister's sensitive pussy was left unexplored by Henry's magical tongue.

Anyway, I could smell her pussy. I could almost taste her pungent, smelly juices. How I envied brother Henry! He was getting it all to himself. He was eating every drop of her female nectar and leaving none for me! My mouth was watering to taste my sister's hot pussy!

I worked my way quickly down over her belly. A light fuzz of hair brushed against my cheek. My tongue flicked out, wetting her skin every inch of the way with sensuously wild swaths. Before I knew it my mouth was fastened to her twat. Yes, my mouth had found her instinctively, and now I was sharing her beautiful snatch with my brother, eating her out like demons and loving every minute of it.

Judy was thrusting her hips upward. And no wonder. Henry and I were both spearing her wet pussy with our long, probing tongues. Our mouths sucked at her, and we kissed, locking our tongues together as we lapped up every drop of sister's delicious cream.

I continued to smooth my hands over her body. Starting at her knee, I would lightly drag my fingernails upward across her thigh. I can imagine how that felt! Arousing enough to make any girl open her lips and cry for mercy. I raked my sharp fingernails delicately over her most sensitive skin, making her flesh crawl with feeling and her belly boil with lust.

"Oh, God!" Judy moaned. "Oh God, that feels wonderful!"

Now I sucked at her pussy more ravenously than ever. Henry did, too. We lashed her fleshpot with our tongues, probing them both into her belly at once and wiggling them around, first one way then the other, until she was ready to scream with delight.

And as Henry mouthed our sister with his greedy lips, his hand reached over to squeeze my tits, rolling them sensuously beneath his palm and pinching the tender nipples until I was ready to cry out loud. But that's not all; his other hand dropped down my back, smoothing itself flatly across the cheeks of my ass. Oh, how I loved to feel his fingers along the crack there, just barely penetrating the crevice and tickling the sensitive skin all the way down to my ass hole!

I felt that little finger of his searching for it. Up it went, poking naughtily up between my ass cheeks. He found the taut little aureole of my ass and pressed his finger perilously against it. I braced myself for what was about to happen. He was going to stick his finger up my ass again, and I could hardly wait for it.

He did it. Up it went, that tricky, crooked little finger, squirming its way heedlessly into my ass. My sphincter muscles squeezed around his finger, uselessly trying to resist. But brother was not to be stopped. He jammed his finger in just as far as it would go. I yelped, surprised by the sudden pain and pleasure of it.

He wiggled it crazily around inside of me. Meanwhile his tongue mimicked the movements of his finger, jutting from side to side in sister's well-spread pussy. Every time he wiggled his finger in my ass, his tongue would wiggle in Judy's pussy. And his hand would squeeze my tits.

I was happy with pleasure. Crazy wild with passion. So much was happening that it was difficult to keep up with it all. Judy was moaning and so was I. Little brother was licking one and frigging the other with his finger. He roused our passions like an expert. Who would have thought that little brother had been a virgin until just today? Seduced by his own sister, and now he was rousing the two of us to heights of passion the likes of which we had never known before.

But Henry was not immune. Glancing down at the front of his pants, I could see quite clearly that he had a huge hard-on hidden in there. He was turned on by what he was doing to us, and that manly eager prick of his rose like a thermometer to indicate just how horny he was.

As Henry continued to probe his finger mercilessly around in my ass, I let my hand drop down into his lap. He moaned with approval as my hand searched around for his zipper. I found it and tugged it down. His pants fell apart and out dropped the swollen ugly head of his girl-pleasing cock.

My hand wrapped itself around it, stroking the smooth shaft of it, milking it so that it grew larger still. Now it stood its full seven inches from his belly, and just to look at it made my loins quiver with lust and hunger.

I gripped my hand around the head of brother's cock. With my thumb I rubbed the head of it, ran my fingernail right through that tiny slit on the tip of it. I could see brother's ass cheeks flex in response. He loved the feel of my hand on his cock, and to show me how much he liked it he gave his finger an extra little wiggle in my ass. A shiver climbed like an earthquake up the length of my spine.

"Why don't you fuck Judy?" I said, whispering in Henry's ear. "Fuck her the way you fucked me!"

"Mmm!" he replied, his face still buried in Judy's muff. He nodded affirmatively. "That's what I intended to do.

I could hardly wait. Henry was going to fuck my sister and I was going to get to sit right here and watch it all! What do they call it ... voyeurism? Yes! I was going to be a voyeur and sit here and watch my brother and sister fucking! It was such a weird idea that I got all excited again just thinking about it.

I decided to help. Squeezing Henry's full hairy balls, I soon had him bucking his hips forward and back. He was fucking my hand just as b e soon would be fucking Judy. My hand gripped him just as her quivering cunt muscles were going to grip him. Stroking and massaging him, my expert little hand soon had Henry so hot that his prick felt like a soldering iron. I could feel the heat of it, throbbing, filled with hot surging blood and more ready than ever to slide like a knife into the warm-butter belly of my sister's pussy.

The moment was not long in coming. Suddenly Henry got up from his knees. His massive cock swung up from between his legs, pointing like a divining rod toward the sensuous well between Judy's wide-spread legs.

Judy was lying with her arms spread wide across the bed. Her eyes were shut, head inclined ecstatically to one side. All the time brother had been sucking her, her little toes had been wiggling with excitement. They stopped now as Henry rose. She opened her eyes to look at him with a mixture of want and fear. She saw his cock and her eyes widened.

"Oh my God!" she said, disbelieving her eyes. "Your cock is enormous! You'll never fit that thing inside of me!"

Henry only grinned. "Oh yes I will."

He lunged forward; before Judy could protest he was on top of her. His pelvis was already pounding away at her crotch, driving that cunt-hungry joint insistently forward between her legs.

From where I sat I had an excellent view of it all. I could see perfectly as Henry's cock shouldered its way thickly into the juicy slit of her pussy. Judy groaned and kicked her legs straight out, her struggling hands gripping the top sheet of the bed.

His cock slid up into her like a freight train into a tunnel. I could almost hear the sucking sound as her narrow cunt stretched, letting him force his cock all the way into her, and then contracted, pulling him even further into her. God, how I envied her just then. My own pussy was randy as hell. I was so wet that a gluey trickle of cunt-sap was dripping down my leg. I placed my hand between my legs and began rubbing myself, masturbating slowly as brother and sister started to fuck.

What an exciting thing to see! Brother was ramming his stiff rod into sister's belly with all the strength he commanded. His ass cheeks flexed powerfully, driving him further into her and forcing that rock-hard cock as far in as the pit of her belly. Reaching up between his legs, I took hold of brother's balls and squeezed them. Again I squeezed him, and again, while at the same time my other hand raped my cunt, my own finger digging deeply into the soggy channel of my pussy.

Judy was flailing her legs about wildly. She was moaning loudly. "Oh, Henry! Fuck, fuck me, Henry! Fuck me, little brother, until I come all over you!"

And that's just what Henry did. He pumped his hips against her violently, jabbing that prick of his deep into her receptive pussy. Before long she was gasping for air, her toes wiggling again, and I knew it wouldn't be long before she came. And she did. I could almost hear the little pop inside her cunt. Juices flowed, drenching brother's cock with her come.

Henry's hips began to gyrate madly. Then they started jerking in erratic, crazy short movements. I knew he was about to come, so I reached up again and squeezed his balls a couple more times. That did it. Brother came with a passion, gasping for air and flooding sister's cunt with his milky cream.

"Oh, I'm coming!" he groaned.

"So am I!" I cried, frigging myself madly with my fingers. "I'm coming too, damn you both!"

CHAPTER THREE

What great fun it had been that afternoon, watching my little brother and sister fucking! I didn't really mind that they were doing it without me. I had already been fucked once that day, anyway. And it was so much fun watching them and frigging myself with my finger that I didn't think about being left out.

Another good thing about it was that now brother Henry had two sisters to fuck. He knew that I would put out for him, and now that he had fucked Judy, he knew she would go down for him, too. What a fantastic set-up for a horny young guy like Henry. It's the kind of thing he might enjoy bragging about to his school buddies.

"Hey, did you know I fucked another one of my sisters yesterday? Yeah, sure, I just rolled her over and drilled her out with my big hairy cock. I prefer sisters, you know? They taste so much sweeter than other girls. Slippery soft sister pussy!"

But I don't think Henry ever did talk to his buddies about all the things he did with his sisters. He was clever enough to know that if word got around it might just spoil the best thing that ever happened to him. My Mom and Dad are pretty liberal, as parents go. They've read all the books on child raising, you know, and would probably just consider that kind of thing normal experimentation for adolescent, sexually-curious kids.

But still, why take a chance? By keeping all those wild stories to himself he only insured the fact that lots of good free sex would keep coming his, way. And keep coming is just what it did. After all, Henry had only fucked two of his sisters. He still had five more to go-five more sexy, beautiful, horny sisters to fuck. The thought staggered his imagination, I'm sure. And probably ignited that little flame in his loins that made his cock stand up hard and ready every time he thought about it.

Seven luscious sisters to fuck, suck, and feel with his hands as long as he wanted. Seven wet, gaping cunts to stick his cock into, to spend his come into any old time he felt like it! If Henry got up in the middle of the night to take a piss, he might just decide to get a little ass while he was at it All he had to do was tip-toe down the hall and choose a room. Let's see, should I fuck Patty tonight, or Christine? Maybe I'll fuck Joan ... she hasn't had any cock in over a week!

Well, that's what Henry was thinking. But so far he had only fucked two of his sisters. And those two had been easy. Maybe the rest would be, too, and then again, maybe not.

I know Patty was going to be an easy lay. She's my third sister, and one of the prettiest in the lot. Patty had mahogany-rich auburn hair which hung in long swirling rivulets down onto her shoulders and partway down her back. Her figure is slender, almost slight, with a tiny waist, narrow well-turned legs and small but succulent tits that were just right for squeezing and sucking.

Her face is delicate, fine-featured, with a clear complexion and skin as pure and white as the driven snow. Patty had always been the essence of femininity. While Judy practiced her ballet and I submerged myself in test tubes and chemistry books, Patty liked nothing more than playing with her collection of dolls. She would dress them, primp their hair, feed them tea, and so on. She was the typical little girl in pigtails and pinafore, but deep within those misty, emerald-green eyes there lurked a sensuous gleam. I knew she would grow into a sexy, soft-sighing young girl who liked to get fucked just as much as the rest of us.

Henry had had his eye on her for a long time. He wanted to fuck this dainty, prettily-dressed sister of his, and he wanted to fuck her bad. He could get a hard-on just watching her brush her long beautiful hair. When she spoke to him, her voice whispering out through her pale lips like a breeze, the pit of his stomach would flutter and that old familiar feeling go snap in his loins.

"Sandy," he used to say to me, "I want to fuck Patty so bad I can almost taste it! But she doesn't seem interested."

. "Oh, she's interested, alright, little brother. Take it from me."

"How do you know, Sis?"

"She's a girl, isn't she? All girls are interested in a nice hard cock inside of them. And Patty is no different from the rest of us."

Henry would knit his brows, pacing the floor like a caged, baffled tiger. "But how can I fuck her? She never seems to notice me."

"She notices you, alright, Henry. I'm sure of that. You should see the way she looks at you when we all go swimming. You know those tight swimming trunks of yours that show off your cock so well? You know, they're so tight that you can see the outline of your cock and balls plain as daylight. Well, when you wear those things, Patty's eyes get big as saucers. I bet her little virgin cunt gets wet as a dishrag, too."

"Really?" said Henry. "Do you think so?"

"Sure, Henry. She wants to fuck you. All you've got to do is hit her with it in the right way. You've got to use a little ... finesse."

"Finesse, hell! All I want to hit her with is my big swollen prick. That's finesse enough for me. Man, I could fuck Patty all day long. Just let me get my pecker between her legs."

"No, Henry." I shook my head sadly. "I'm afraid that's the wrong attitude for this pussy. She might want to, but Patty is not going to just hop in bed with you. Finesse, remember? Listen to your older sister."

"Alright," Henry agreed. "I'll do anything to get in Patty's pants. God, I've got a hard-on already, just thinking about her sweet-smelling little cunt. I'll try anything you say, Sis. I'm all ears."

"Good. Sit down, Henry," I said, "and I'll tell you just what you have to do!"

With a big sister like me to coach him, how could Henry fail? All he needed was a little expert womanly advice and Patty was as good as had. She was going to open those nice creamy legs for him and beg him to stick his cock inside of her. And little brother Henry followed my instructions to the letter. He told me all about it later. It was almost as good as being there myself.

It happened like this:

Sister Patty had a bedroom that looked like the kind of place Little Bo Peep would live. Her curtains were lacy white, color coordinated with the diaphanous, also-lacy canopy that hung over her bed. Scattered all over shelves and hanging from walls were little cute knic-knacs and pretty pictures of things that girls like. The room had a perfumy, sweet scent to it all the time.

One of the things that Patty was most fond of in her room was a small dresser. It was one of those ornate, French-antique type of things with gilt carvings and fancy golden handles. Anyway, the dresser was broken, one of the drawers jammed and split apart so that it wouldn't work. Now Henry was right handy about the house. I had him offer to fix the dresser for Patty and she eagerly accepted.

He turned up one Saturday afternoon with his shirt off and a hammer hanging from the belt loop of his pants.

"Ready for me to fix that old dresser of yours, Patty?" he said.

"Oh, yes," she said, getting up from her dressing table that was covered with dainty little bottles and things. "It's so nice of you to offer to do it, Henry. I love this old dresser."

"Oh, think nothing of it, Sis," he said. "Glad to do it for you. What else are brothers for, right?"

The first thing Henry did was empty the drawers in the little dresser. He was pleased to see that the dresser was filled with Patty's most feminine underthings, lacy panties in many colors, a bra or two that made Henry picture just what Patty's tits must look like, and lots of nylon stockings and things. Patty scooped up handfuls of the underwear, carrying it away with an embarrassed blush on her face.

"Oh, let me get rid of these old things for you, Henry," she said. "Sorry about that."

Henry grinned. Lifting the dresser, he perched it onto his shoulder and headed for the workshop out in the garage with it. Patty followed him close behind.

"Are you sure that's not top heavy, Henry?" she asked. "I'd hate for you to hurt yourself on my account."

"No, Sis, it's really very light. No problem."

"You always were strong, Henry," she said admiringly. "I guess that comes from playing sports so much. It's good to keep one's body in shape."

Henry pulled the dresser into the garage and plopped it carefully down onto the tool bench. He took out the broken drawer and examined it. "Yep, no problem," he said. "This should be a snap."

"Can I watch, Henry?" asked Patty. "I'm so fascinated with the way men can fix things. I wish I were like that."

"Sure, Sis, you can sit on the stool right there and watch."

Patty lifted herself daintily onto the stool, arranging her pretty skirt carefully over her knees. The sight made Henry's loins tighten. God, he thought to himself, I hope this works. I sure do want to get into Sister's pretty little panties!

Henry set to work fixing the broken drawer. He used hammers and chisels and screwdrivers and wood rasps and lots of things that Patty had never heard of before. As she watched, though, she also became interested in brother Henry's shirtless body. A slight glaze of perspiration covered his muscular back. His arms flexed, and his sides became knotted with the layers of rope-like muscle that tightened as he worked.

Gee, thought Patty, brother Henry has sure developed a good build! Look at those muscles! If he wasn't my brother I could really go for him. I'll bet his legs are muscular like that, too. I bet even his buttocks are firm and hard!

Now don't go thinking like that, Patty, she scolded herself. He's your brother, so stop thinking dirty thoughts about his body!

Henry noticed her eyes upon him. He grinned to himself as he worked. Now was the time to bring up the subject, he told himself.

"Patty," he said, not looking at her as he continued to work on the dresser drawer, "I'd like to talk to you about something. It's a problem I've got that you might be able to help me with."

"Oh sure, Henry, anything," she said eagerly. "I'll be glad to help if I can."

"Well, it's about a girl at school," he said.

"Oh!" She giggled, dropping off the stool and coming over to pinch Henry playfully in the side. "Little brother has girl problems? You are growing up, Henry."

"Now don't tease, Sis," he said. "This is serious."

"Of course." She grinned, and then tried to look more serious. "Tell me all about it, Henry."

"Well, you see there's this girl that I know. She's very good-looking, you know? And I really like her."

"What does she look like, Henry?" she asked. "I'll need to know something about her if I'm going to be your advisor."

"She looks a lot like you, Sis," said Henry. "Really. She has long brown hair and a really nice slim figure. Her face looks a little like yours, too, Sis, though she's not quite as pretty."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she quipped, primping her hair. "Continue, Henry."

"Well, it's like this, Patty, she doesn't seem to notice me. Nothing I do can make her pay me any attention. I've tried everything."

"I can't believe she doesn't notice you, Henry," she said. "I mean, the way you're built, any girl in her right senses would be mad about you. Just look at your muscles."

So saying, Patty ran her hand lightly down Henry's bare arm. She could feel the knotted muscles, the firm ropy flesh. Her belly tingled slightly with an unexplainable urge.

"Really, Henry." Patty cleared her throat and pulled her hand away from his arm. "Any girl would be ... thrilled to be your girlfriend."

"Not this one, Sis. She doesn't even know I'm alive. What can I do?"

"Hmmm." Patty knitted her brows and placed the tip of her finger thoughtfully in the corner of her mouth. "Let's see. Have you tried just telling her how you feel?"

"That wouldn't work, Sis. I think she just doesn't care about boys. She's just not interested."

"Oh, every girl is interested." Patty winked. "Believe me. Some of us may be a little more subtle about it than others, but we all want it."

"Want what, Sis?" asked Henry innocently.

"Well, um, you know." She stammered. "You know, having a boyfriend."

"You mean to make out with and stuff like that."

"Yeah, Henry. You know."

"Tell me, Sis, assuming I can get to first base with this girl, how far should I go with her? I mean, do girls like to have sex with boys?"

"My, Henry, you are growing up. Thinking about sex already."

"I'm not that much younger than you, Patty. Only a couple of years. Don't you ever make it with boys, or want to make it with them?"

"Well, sure, Henry," She shuffled her feet nervously. "Sure I do."

"Have you ever ... gone to bed with a boy?"

Patty blushed. "Now what kind of question is that, Henry? I know we're being honest with each other, but...."

"Come on, Sis. I mean, we're brother and sister, aren't we?"

"Well, to tell the truth, Henry, I haven't ever slept with a boy. But I've wanted to."

"How do you feel when you get turned on to a boy?"

"Lots of things happen. I get all ... tight inside. Here, in my stomach." Patty placed the flat of her hand against her belly. "And other things begin to happen."

"Like what?"

"Well, I get a certain sensation. It's hard to explain. Well, you know, my vagina gets wet."

"Oh. And when that happens, do you think it's alright for you to give in to it? Say a boy wanted to have sex with you, and you knew you were really turned on to him. Would you do it?"

"Sure I would," she said. "I'm a modern girl, just like anyone. It's wrong to deny your basic instincts."

"Tell me one more thing, Patty," said Henry. He turned to her, leaning his muscular arm against the bench. The way he was standing, Patty could see the taut muscles of his stomach. There was a light downy covering of hair, more profuse around his nipples, that lay matted provocatively with the glistening dampness of his perspiration. 'Tell me, how do you feel right now?"

Patty took a deep breath. She decided to be honest about it. "Well, to tell you the truth, Henry, I feel a little turned on."

"You mean you can feel those strange feelings in your body like you told me about?"

"Um-hm," she nodded.

"And your vagina's all wet?"

"Um-hm!" She looked down meekly.

"That's okay, Sis," he said, grabbing her by the shoulders. 'To tell you the truth, I'm a little turned on, too!"

"What, to me?"

"Yes, Sis. I think you're a really sexy girl. I've always thought so."

"Who, we?"

"Sure, Patty. Sometimes at night I even think about you, when I'm lying alone in bed. I wonder what it would be like to ... have you there in bed with me."

"Really, Henry? I've thought the same thing about you."

"You have?"

"Yes. I thought about it a lot, what it would like to ... sleep with you."

"You mean to fuck me?"

"Yes," she said, boldly. "To tell you the truth, Henry, you're the first boy I've ever wanted to fuck ... even if you are my brother."

"No kidding?"

"Yes! Sometimes I get so turned on thinking about you, Henry, that I get soaking wet between my legs. I lie there in my bed before I go to sleep and stick my hand down there against my belly. I close my eyes and think about you, and play with myself with my hand."

Henry pulled Patty up next to him. Her starchy dress front was neat and smooth against the bare contours of his chest. His nostrils flared with the wonderfully sweet fragrance of her perfume. He already had a hard-on so big that Patty could feel it plainly right through his pants.

"Henry!" she said, glancing down at the front of his pants. "You're turned on, too!"

"Of course, Sis. I get turned on this way whenever I'm around you. I can't help it."

Patty had placed her hands against Henry's sides. Unconsciously they stood there looking at each other, her hands moving up and down over his firm sides. His muscles were ribbed like a washboard, hard and solid as finely finished wood.

And Henry was touching her, too. His hands were on her hips, his long fingers squeezing her narrow, round graceful waist and moving up and down eagerly. He could just imagine what she felt like without her clothes on. He could almost feel the milky skin of her hips, sides, belly, and her round pert little ass.

"The way I see it, Sis, we can either just go on thinking about each other and getting all turned on about it, or else we can do something about it."

Patty grinned, squeezing him with her hands. "What do you suggest, Henry?" she asked with a glint in her eye.

Henry glanced back over his shoulder. "Well, we could close the garage door. Nobody is going to bother us out here. We can do anything we want and nobody will be the wiser."

Patty's eyes widened. "That sounds exciting. It will be our little secret-only you and I will know."

"I'll close the door."

With that Henry pulled shut the garage door, bolting it securely so that it couldn't be opened from outside. He switched off the light, too, so that nobody would know that they were inside.

Henry crossed back to his sister, took her by the hand, and led her to the rear of the garage. There, as luck would have it, was a pile of old mattresses that were about to be discarded. From the looks of things, though, they were about to get one more day of use.

"God, Henry," said Patty, "I'm already so hot that I can feel my panties sticking to me. It feels so naughty. I'm really excited!"

"Me too," said Henry. "You should see the hard-on I've got."

"Can I?" she said, her eyes bugging. She looked down at the obvious bulge between his legs. "If it's as muscular as the rest of you, it's something I want to see!"

"Go ahead, take it out if you want," said Henry. He put his hands on his hips and waited.

Patty got down on her knees in front of him. Her hands were trembling with excitement as they reached for her brother's zipper. She tugged it down and then unbuckled his belt. His pants parted, and there, still hidden beneath the white cotton cloth of his jockey shorts, was the throbbing, familiarly-shaped joint of his cock.

Patty's eyes glistened. The tip of her pink tongue came out to run a wet rim around her sensuous lips. Her hands fumbled with his clothes until she had liberated him. Henry's huge cock fell forward from his pants like a falling tree.

"Wow!" Patty marveled. "Wow, what a thing you have! Can I touch it?"

"Sure," said Henry generously.

Her hands molded themselves around his swelling shaft. She held him securely, all of her fingers wrapped gently around it. Her hands felt smooth and cool on the sensitive skin of his prick. Henry just closed his eyes and enjoyed it. His cock twitched once or twice convulsively in response.

"It feels so hard and strong!" said Patty. "I'll bet it feels wonderful inside ... inside a girl's pussy!"

"I'll bet it does!" agreed Henry.

Patty continued to stroke his cock, looking at it admiringly as she knelt on the floor in front of her brother. The head of it grew bigger, swelling and purpling. The round sides of it were -lined with big, meandering, blood-choked veins. And the tip, the round head of it crossed by that tiny little slit, was covered with a sparkling clear drop of pre-seminal fluid. Patty ran her finger through it, feeling how sticky the fluid was, rubbing it playfully around and around on the head of his cock.

Henry jutted his hips forward. "Oh, Sis, that feels great! Your hands feel great on my cock!"

Patty's pulse was racing. She was so hot now that the fluids were running from her belly. It was so sticky and messy between her legs that she could press her thighs together, then pull them apart again with an exciting little smack as the sticky skin separated.

Patty searched around, exploring her brother's cock and balls with her inquisitive hands. She felt his big come-filled hairy balls. She rolled them around in her hands, squeezing them gently, tugging at them and letting them dangle like chestnuts in front of her face.

She could smell his manhood. It smelled good. It filled her nostrils with a rich aroma, a thick, pungent odor that made her feel an emptiness in the very pit of her belly. That huge throbbing prick in her hands was made to fit inside of her. It was made to slip up into her cunt and fill her to the brim with its stiff, straining man-meat.

"Kiss it, Sis," said Henry. "Wouldn't you like to kiss my cock?"

Patty was looking at his prick as though mesmerized by it. "Can I? Oh, Henry!"

Patty's lips parted. Her tongue appeared again, tracing a wet, delicate line along the pouty rim of her lips. Her lips were pale and thick, just right, thought Henry, for his cock to slip into. And then Henry had a thought.

I'm going to fuck my sister! he told himself. I'm going to fuck her gorgeous little pussy! But first I'm going to fuck her mouth. I'm going to fuck that hot, precious little mouth of hers!

"Go ahead and kiss it, Patty!" he coached. "I know you want to."

Holding it up in her hands, she pointed it toward her mouth. It looked like a sweet delicious candy bar to her, thick and creamy; she almost imagined that it was filled with tasty nougat, almonds and caramel.

Her lips parted. Slowly she lowered her face so that the head of his swelling cock came closer and closer to her mouth. The head of it went in, fitting snugly between her lips so that she had to open them further to admit him. Her belly was swirling around with sensations that spread throughout her body like the hot fingers of passion. His cock!

She slipped it further into her mouth. It went in so easy that she wondered how such a big cock could go in so well. It was as though her mouth was made for it, made to have brother Henry's rigid cock all the way inside of it. She felt his cock twitch again as it slipped into her saliva-filled orifice.

Her mouth closed around him. She could feel her cheek bulging, the head of his cock poking against it. He went inside of her like a bull in a china shop, jammed every corner of her hot mouth with his turgid meat. Henry placed his hands on the back of Patty's head and held it, then pressed his hips forward, filling her even more with his probing, needy cock.

"Ummm!" she mumbled, her mouth too full to speak. "Ummmm!"

"Do you like my cock in your mouth?" asked Henry.

"Ummmmm!" She nodded her head. But as she did his cock wiggled around in her mouth, causing both Patty and her brother to get even more aroused than before.

"Oh, do that again, Patty!" he said. "Move your head around while my cock is inside your mouth!

Yes, oh, yes-that feels fantastic!"

Patty held his cock with both hands clamped tightly around the base of it. She couldn't believe how it kept growing bigger and bigger in her hands. It was wonderful. She knew that when he finally got around to sticking it inside her pussy it would swell even more, filling her hot canal with a piece of meat too big to do anything but drive her crazy with sensation.

The muscles around the shaft of his cock were like steel bands. They tightened. She could feel them flexing, moving, surging as he probed his cock back and forth into her mouth.

Just then Henry pulled his cock out of her mouth. It bobbed up and down before her face like a meaty crane. A drop of clear fluid dribbled from the tip of it.

"How would you like me to do that to you?" he said. "You mean...?"

"Eat your cunt," he said. "Can I eat your pussy?"

"Yes!" she cooed. "Oh, yes! Maybe we can do each other at the same time!"

"Okay," agreed Henry. "But first let's get you out of that dress. I want to see you naked."

Pulling Patty up to her feet, Henry immediately reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. He tugged it down the long slope from her neck, down between her shoulder blades, and nearly down to her ass. The material parted and Henry could feel the creamy smooth skin of her back. He pulled the dress down from her shoulders and let it slide down around her waist.

"Want me to take off my bra, too?" she asked obligingly. "Yes!"

Reaching around behind her, she popped open the stay and her bra fell obediently down from her shoulders. Henry stepped back, admiring her luscious tits with eyes like jewels. They were as nice as any tits he'd ever seen. It seemed all his sisters had nice tits, and wasn't that lucky!

"Let me feel your tits first!" said Henry. "I've wanted to get my hands on them for so long that I can't wait any longer!"

His hands covered her fleshy tits. They felt fantastic. He dialed his hands one way then the next, feeling the polished smoothness of them. He liked especially the way they nosed upward against his palms. They stood up pertly, attentively, as though eager to be touched by him.

His hands moved down her stomach, feeling every inch of her rich, smooth lovely skin. Her stomach was flat, and around the depression of her belly button was a light halo of fine golden hair. He inserted his finger into it and spun it around. Patty giggled, her stomach flexing with the ticklishness of it.

Next Henry took her dress and forced it the rest of the way down over her hips. It fell down her long legs, landing uselessly around her ankles. There it was! Her fine, incomparable snatch, smelly, damp, the black shadow of her pubic hair just visible beneath the pale white material of her nylon panties. .

Henry placed his hand against it. He could feel the throbbing dampness of her belly. His thumb at the base of her belly could feel the distended lips of her slit, pussy-soft, finely -haired, and wet with readiness for him.

"Now off with your panties!" said Henry. "Ready? Here we go!"

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and peeled them downward. Down they came over her hips, her luscious thighs, all the way down to her knees. Henry couldn't wait as he pressed his face into her, sniffing her box, mouthing her hairy pussy with hot, greedy sucking kisses.

Patty placed her hands at the back of his head, pressing him against her. Her belly was bubbling with all kinds of sensations. Little brother was kissing her snatch! She could feel his horny, sloppy lips against hers, kissing her in the most indecent way that could be imagined. But she loved it. Oh, how she loved the feel of brother Henry's mouth on her pussy.

"Here, let me get them the rest of the way off!" she said, tugging her panties the rest of the way down her legs. Once they were disposed of, she was completely naked. "Yours, too!" she said, helping Henry get out of his blue jeans. Suddenly they were both naked as the day they were born-bare-ass naked, and burning hot to have some great incestuous brother and sister sex!

Henry pulled her onto the pile of mattresses. She spread out across them, stretching out her arms and legs luxuriously, spread-eagled so that Henry's sparkling eyes could see everything that she had. His cock was rampant and hard, sticking straight out from between his legs like a hammer, bobbing heavily with the weight of itself.

Henry lay down beside her. The damp, mildewy smell of the mattresses mingled in his nostrils with the smell of his sister's snatch, sweet, pungent and dusky. He couldn't wait to dive into her. His tongue was going to invade her pussy, wiggle around, and thrill her with incredible sensations like she had never felt before. Sandy had taught him that much-he could suck a pussy with the best of them. And this sister was going to get the benefit of it all.

Spreading her legs, Henry placed his face just above her pussy. It looked like a ripe, succulent piece of fruit. It looked like an orange that had been peeled and pulled apart so that the juicy, moist petals were mouth-wateringly ready to be consumed. The lips of her cunt were pulsating, gaping wide apart for him. The pink flesh of it was drenched with a thick film of juice. Her cunt was watering, dripping so that the fluids streamed out into her curly hair and down between her legs to spot the old mattress beneath her.

Henry's mouth fastened onto her. Patty gasped as she felt it, felt his warm dry lips close over her. It was the most fantastic thing she had ever felt. Her whole body was on fire. Her belly sputtered and smoked with a heat that rose to suffuse the whole of her being. She couldn't think about anything but her brother's mouth on her snatch-anything, that is, aside from his rigid, foot-long cock that lay just a few inches away from her face on the makeshift bed.

As Henry wracked her with intense pleasure, Patty reached out and took his prick in her hand. She opened her mouth again and placed it inside, sucking his cock with renewed vigor. She sucked and stroked, letting his pipe-hard cock slide smoothly as a piston all the way back into her throat. She loved the taste of it. She loved the feel of it as it probed manfully inside of her. She smacked her lips and closed her eyes. Fantastic!

While Henry and his sister were enjoying themselves out in the garage, two figures were entering the fence gate just outside. A couple of Henry's friends from school had come down the walk to see if their buddy wanted to play some ball. Knocking at the back door, Henry's mother called for him. She reported, when he didn't answer, that he wasn't in.

"Thanks," said Jeff, one of the boys, "he's probably around here somewhere. We'll find him!"

The two boys climbed back down the steps and headed for the back yard.

"I always like to come here looking for Henry," said Bud, the other boy. "Even if Henry isn't home, you can always count on getting a look at one of his fantastic sisters. That lucky son of a bitch. Imagine having seven sisters, and each one of them looks like the playmate of the month."

"Yeah, that lucky dog," said Jeff. "All I got is a pimply little brother who likes to snoop through my drawers."

"I wouldn't mind one of Henry's sisters snooping through my drawers." Bud chuckled. "And not my dresser drawers, either."

"Yeah! Man, I'd fuck any one of his sisters, just like that." Jeff snapped his fingers. "You know, every time I come over here I always get a hard-on. Just the thought of all those pussies in one house. Whew!"

"Listen, Henry's probably out in the garage. His bike was out front, so we know he's home. Let's sneak around to the back window and peek in on him."

The two boys slipped around to the back of the garage. There, half-hidden behind a climbing vine, was a small dirt-streaked window. It wasn't too dirty, though, for them to look into and get the surprise of their lives. Jeff applied his eye to the glass, casting around his gaze until he spotted something in the dim corner of the garage.

"Holy shit!" he said beneath his breath. "Holy fucking shit!"

"What is it? What do you see?" Bud wanted to know, elbowing his way through the bushes.

"Shhhh!" said Jeff. "They might hear us. Look at that, man! Henry's in there with one of his sisters! And guess what they're doing!"

"Mother fuck!" said Bud, peering in through the window. "He's eating his sister out! I'm telling you, man, he's got his face down in her snatch and he's eating her out! His own sister!"

"Yeah! And look at that-she's giving him a blowjob. Look at her suck that cock! Jesus! That lucky son of a bitch!"

"Quiet, now! Let's just hang on here and watch. I want to see more of this. Shut up now so they don't hear us."

Henry's school chums watched through the window as inside, Henry and his sister went at it stronger than ever. Henry had his face buried full into her box, worming his tongue lasciviously around in her throbbing pussy. His prick, deeply embedded in Patty's wide-open mouth, was getting the best head it had ever known.

Before long Henry and Patty were squirming against each other like a couple of mating salmon. Their glistening skin was covered with a light film of perspiration. Their hands searched at each other, squeezing, feeling, massaging as fingers dipped into every secret place they could find.

Henry's cock was now as big as a telephone pole. It was more than ready now. He had fucked his sister's mouth and it was time to do as he had promised himself, stick it into her virgin man-thirsty pussy.

Henry climbed up onto his knees, maneuvering Patty around so that she lay spread like a flower in front of him. With his hands on her knees he pulled her closer to him, right up so that her crotch bumped against him. Her pussy was wet and sloppy against the flat of his stomach.

Without warning Henry lunged. He drove his cock full into his sister's belly. Patty had not been expecting it so soon. She gave out a surprised little yelp which the boys outside the window could hear only too well.

"Look at that, man! He's fucking his own sister!"

"Yeah! I wish I could fuck her! Wow, what a nice piece!"

But that was only the beginning. Henry was worked up into a fervor. He wanted his pretty little sister so bad that nothing would stop him from jabbing his throbbing cock hilt-deep into her accepting muff. Her pussy swallowed him whole, the slippery muscles of her cunt contracting convulsively around the base of his prick.

"Oh, Henry!" she cooed, half out of breath. "Fuck me, Henry! Push your cock into me just as far as it will go!"

"Jesus!" said Jeff outside the window. "Did you hear that? He's got her begging for it. Which sister is that? I'm going to call her for a date tomorrow!"

"Shut up," warned his companion. "They might hear us!"

"Oh, Henry," moaned his sister again. "Henry, you feel so good inside of me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

He did just that. The muscles of his ass drove him on powerfully. In and out. In and out. Again and again, reaming his sister's sloppy cunt with his unyielding prong. Her legs were flailing around in the air. She wrapped them around his waist and squeezed him, drawing him even tighter into her cunt, holding him there as her grateful cunt muscles squeezed him inside.

"Oh! Oh! I'm coming, Henry!" she cried. "I'm ... COMING!"

And Henry came too, bucking silently, resolvedly, against her crotch.

"Look at that!" marveled the boys outside. "Henry's fucked his sister like a champ! Like a goddamn champ!"

"Come on, let's get out of here before they hear us.

Wow, I'm going to have to come around here more often. From now on Henry and I are going to be like that!"

CHAPTER FOUR

As much screwing around as Henry got to do with his seven sisters, you might say that he got to experience the whole range of different kinds of girls. The one he was closest to though, I think, was my younger sister, Bobbi.

Bobbi was a typical tomboy. You could tell that just by looking at her. She had sleek, pitch-black hair that was cut short. An impish fringe of bangs fell low over her forehead, and those dark, darting eyes peering out from under them always looked a little mischievious.

Her build was slight, compact with slim hips, small up-tilting tits, and long slender legs. She had an agile body and was filled with exuberant vitality. All in all, she was an extremely pretty girl-like the rest of her sisters. She would have been even prettier, as far as I was concerned, if she ever wore anything besides those tattered blue jeans, tennis shoes and T-shirt.

I guess the reason she and Henry got along so well was that they were pretty much the same age. They were the youngest two in the family-except for sister Christine, of course, who was the very youngest. So I guess their proximity in age and their shared affinity for grubby clothes, sports, and so on had to make them close.

I'm not sure how long Henry and Bobbi had been messing around together, if you know what I mean. They had always spent a good bit of time with each other, going to ball games, swimming, or sneaking off to their secret club house. But about the time they both discovered sex I noticed that they begun to spend even more time off somewhere by themselves. Henry never told me all the things he did with Bobbi, but he did tell me much of it. And I have to admit, much of it sounded so interesting that I sometimes wished I could go off with them and join in their little games!

To begin with, Henry had helped Bobbi build a tree house somewhere nearby in the woods. I don't know where exactly because it was a secret place, and I was never invited. But I do know that at one time they spent a great deal of time there together, and only your imagination can tell you all the naughty things they did there.

Henry was not old enough to drive a car yet. Later, as soon as he was sixteen, he got a part-time job and bought himself an old Chevy to fix up and drive. But until then he just had to rely on his old bicycle. Anyway, after school every day Henry would tie his schoolbooks on the back of his bicycle and pedal full-speed through the suburban side streets, winding his way around corners and through people's yards, standing up on the pedals to climb hills, until he came to the old fence along that bit of forest along the highway.

He would hide his bike just inside the fence and hike off into the woods. Sometimes he carried a paper bag with some food in it, or maybe a book or something to take to Bobbi, who he knew would be waiting for him up in the tree house.

Henry recognized the place by a large gray stone overgrown with moss. Here he turned into a hedge of bushes and found the huge old oak tree towering like a sky-scraper up into the trees. Looking up, he could see the small tree house, half hidden by green leaves and branches. He had built it very high up in the tree.

At this point Henry would whistle in a certain way, and in a second Bobbi would answer him. Henry might already have a hard-on bulging in his pants, just thinking about all the fun he and his favorite sister were going to have today. He would probably stand there in the woods and rub his hand over his crotch, thinking about Bobbi and wondering what kind of game she would come up with to play this time. She always had something new.

A long rope would fall down from the tree house. Peering up, he could see Bobbi's impish face, the white grin of her teeth, and her hand as she waved.

"Come on up, Henry!" she called. "You're late!"

Henry clamped his paper bag between his teeth and started shinnying up the rope. Wrapping his legs around it, he could feel the thick, knotty strands of it close against his crotch. That gave him an even bigger hard-on than before, and it made it even harder to climb. But Henry gripped the rope with his strong arms and worked his way slowly upward.

When he finally got up to the tree house, two dirty tennis shoes were hanging there in front of him. Bobbi was sitting on the edge of the platform, dangling her feet off into the air, her legs apart, puffing on an old corn-cob pipe she had found. She blew a thick cloud of smoke into the air.

"Where ya been, Henry?" was her first question. "I been waiting almost an hour."

"Had something to do, Sis," he said, hanging there from the rope, forty feet above the ground. "I got here as soon as I could."

"What do you have in the paper bag?"

"Just some oranges," he said. "Want one?"

"Naw." Bobbi took another toke of her pipe.

"How about letting me up," said Henry, looking down at the ground. "Or do you want me to hang here all day?"

Bobbi grinned impishly. "Oh, alright," she said leisurely, "if you want."

She moved out of the way and pried open the heavy trap door through which Henry had to climb to get up to the platform. He tossed his oranges in a corner and sat down with his back against the tree.

Bobbi was sitting across from him now, her feet flat on the floor, arms wrapped around her knees. She was looking at him with just a hint of a grin on her wide lips.

"What are you grinning about?" he said.

"You," she replied.

"What about me?"

"I've got something that you're really going to like."

"Like what?" he said. "Guess."

"Let's see, you've swiped some of Patty's fancy underwear again and you're going to put it on for me.

"Nope. Guess again." Bobbi took another puff on her pipe.

"You've found another one of those dirty books and you're going to read it out loud," he said, suddenly growing more excited.

"Close," she said. Bobbi got to her knees and searched through the pocket of her jeans. Pulling out a small packet, she tossed it to him.

It was a deck of playing cards.

"Look at 'em!" she said.

Opening them up, Henry saw that they were a regular pack of cards, but pictured on the back of each one was a full-color nude photograph of a naked woman. It was a whole series, fifty-two cards of posing women.

"Wow!" said Henry. "Where did you get these?"

"Never mind that," said Bobbi. "How would you like to play strip poker?"

"How do you play that?"

"Simple, Henry. Every time you lose a hand you have to take something off. You can start with your shoes and work up. Who ever gets naked first is the loser."

"Wow!" He grinned. "That sounds like fun."

"Shuffle the cards," she said.

They sat across from each other in the middle of the platform. Henry shuffled the cards and dealt them out. In the first hand he had only a pair of eights. Bobbi had three Jacks.

"Okay, Henry, take something off."

He hesitated. "What should I take off?"

"Take off your shoes, if you're bashful. We'll get to the real stuff soon enough."

Henry unlaced his tennis shoes and tossed them into the corner.

"My turn to deal," said Bobbi, grinning widely.

Henry took the next hand with two Kings over a pair of threes.

"Now, you take something off."

"What do you want me to take off?" she asked slyly.

"Take off your sweatshirt," he said.

Bobbi looked at him askance. "You don't fool around, do you, Henry? Alright, I'll take off my shirt!"

Bobbi peeled off her sweatshirt. It came off over her head, her two pear-shaped tits bouncing fleshily. She never wore a bra, and now that meant that she had one less garment to lose. Bobbi tossed her shirt into the corner and pushed the cards back at her brother. Henry was so busy looking at her bare tits, those cute appetizing jelly beans of flesh, that she had to remind him to deal again.

Henry lost the next hand, and the next after that. Bobbi was giggling hysterically, hiding her face behind her hand. Henry removed his socks with the first hand, and with the second, his shirt.

They both sat now, stripped to the waist. Bobbi was getting as turned on looking at her brother's bare arms and chest as Henry was looking at sister's tits and stomach. It was rather warm up in the tree house, and their skin was glazed with a fine sheen of perspiration. It only turned them on all the more, the slickness of their skin which looked like they had been rubbed with olive oil.

"Your deal again, Henry." She smirked. "And you better make it good ... there's nothing left but your pants and underwear."

Henry dealt out the cards. He came up with a decent hand, a flush, if he drew the right cards. Bobbi was smiling as wide as the Cheshire cat He took two cards and she none.

Henry missed his flush.

"Three Kings!" said Bobbi triumphantly, laying down her hand. "Okay, Henry, time to strip. Off with your pants!"

Henry got to his knees and started unbuckling his jeans. Bobbi sat back on her heels, puffing on her pipe and watching her brother with intent concentration. She didn't want to miss anything.

Henry unzipped his jeans and pushed them quickly down his hips. Sitting back, he worked them over his knees and down to his ankles. He kicked them off and flung them into the corner.

Now he was wearing only his jockey shorts. He sat Indian style, trying to conceal the bulging erection between his legs. Bobbi was grinning, her eyes riveted to his crotch.

"What's the matter, Henry?" she jibed. "You hiding something there in your drawers?"

Henry smirked, blushing slightly as he tossed the cards back to his sister. "Your deal," he said. "Come on, shuffle the cards."

"What's your hurry, Henry?" she said, toying with him. "I think I'll wait a minute. I kind of like sitting here looking at you without your pants on. Maybe next hand you'll have to take your underwear off, too. Then I'll get to see whatever it is you're hiding down there."

Bobbi laughed again and picked up the cards. She dealt this hand slowly, looking up at Henry often with a grin on her face, enjoying his embarrassment to the very end. They drew their cards.

"Two pair!" said Bobbi, slapping down her hand.

"Three of a kind," Henry parried. "Okay, Bobbi, off with your pants. Come on, I want to see what your crotch looks like."

"Well, um, here," said Bobbi, hesitating, "I think I'll take off this ring here on my finger. There's no rule that says I have to take off clothes. I can take off anything I'm wearing!"

"Quit stalling, Sis!" said Henry, snapping his finger. "Off with your pants. Come on, strip!"

"Well, alright," she said. "If you say so, Henry."

Now Bobbi got to her knees. Henry watched close ly as she undid the clasp of her jeans. She tugged down the zipper with a metallic little rip. She pushed her pants halfway down over her hips, and then stopped.

"Can't I smoke another pipe before I take them off?" she said. "I mean, there's no hurry, is there?"

"Take 'em off, Bobbi!" He groaned. "I'm waiting."

"Oh, alright."

Bobbi pushed her jeans the rest of the way down. The white of her panties came into view, shadowed at the crotch by the dark mystery of her pubic hair beneath. She rolled her pants down her thighs, past her knees, and then down to her ankles. Leaning back with her feet in the air, she kicked off her jeans. And as she did, Henry got a great look at her pretty little ass and the dark crack between her cheeks, only slightly hidden by the white cloth of her panties. Bobbi tossed her jeans into the corner.

"Whose deal is it?" she asked.

"I don't remember," said Henry, eyeing his sister with a gleam in his eye. He loved the sight of Bobbi without her pants on. Her belly was flat. Waist narrow. Right in the middle of her stomach she had a large, deep, sensuous belly-button. Henry thought how much he'd like to stick his tongue into it, frenching her navel until Bobbi began to squirm.

"Well then, you deal," she said, pushing the cards in his direction. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

"I'm just looking at you, Sis." He grinned. "I like you better with your pants off."

Bobbi was kneeling on the platform with her feet under her. Her hands were clasped in her lap. Still, Henry could see the rich snow white skin of her legs, thighs and stomach. Her long legs were smooth and muscular, lean and perfectly shaped. He noticed that between her legs, just where her panties ended, a curl or two of dark shiny cunt hair had slipped out from beneath the cloth. Henry licked his lips, gazing down intently into his sister's crotch.

"Come on, Henry, deal!" she said impatiently.

"Alright," he agreed, reluctantly.

Henry took his time dealing out the cards. This was the final hand and he didn't want to rush things any. Would he win, or his sister? Whoever lost this hand would have to take off their last shred of clothing. Henry was excited at the prospect of seeing his sister peel off her panties. His hard-on was bulging now between his legs, so much so that he had to shift positions to get more comfortable.

Bobbi arranged her cards in her hand, knitting her brow as she tried to figure out her next move. "I'll take three cards," she said.

Henry smiled. She must not have much of a hand, if she wants to draw three cards, he thought. This is looking pretty good.

Henry took one card from the deck and passed Bobbi her three. She looked at her cards and frowned. She didn't have much of a poker face-but she had a great little pussy, and it was beginning to look as though Henry were going to get to see it in the flesh very soon!

"Okay," urged Henry "what have you got?"

Bobbi's eyes looked up slyly from under her dark bangs. "I've got three aces," she said brightly. "I win!" She tossed her cards face down onto the pile.

Henry clapped his hand on top of her cards. "Wait a minute," he said. "I want to see them."

"Why?" she said, smiling innocently. "I told you I've got three aces. Unless you can beat that...."

"Yeah, well, still I'd like to see them."

"Why, Henry, don't you trust me?" Her eyes were the picture of sincerity.

"Frankly, no," he said. "Let's see those cards."

"Okay," she said, rolling her eyes. Bobbi turned over her hand. All she had was a pair of threes!

"Ha ha!" laughed Henry, tossing down his full house so that she could see it. "Three aces, huh, Sis? Well, just for that you can take off your panties right now. Come on, I want to see what your pussy looks like. Hurry up, bare that pussy for me."

"Off with your panties, Sis," he said. "In fact, hand them over to me ... I want to be sure you don't slip them on again. Come on, I won this hand."

"Oh, okay," she said. "I'll take off my panties."

Bobbi stood up. She looked at her brother one last time before she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and began pushing them downward. Bobbi might have sounded reluctant to strip for her brother, but that was only part of her game. In reality she wanted nothing more than for Henry to see her naked. The thought of her own brother getting to feast his eyes on her wet, hair-tufted patch of pussy thrilled her. Her belly was already tensing with the excitement of it. Bobbi forced the panties down, rolling them over her hips, until the frothy black patch of her pussy appeared.

Henry eyed her with interest. He always loved to see Bobbi's snatch. It was one of the nicest imaginable, nice and tight, sweet-smelling, and framed with those crazy curls of hair. Every time Henry got to see Bobbi undressed, when they were playing their little games, he always waited eagerly to see her naked little box.

Bobbi stopped with her panties pushed halfway down from her hips. The white of the nylon material slashed across the black mat of her pubic hair. Looking closely, Henry could see a stain of dampness. She was already creaming. Bobbi was already so aroused that she was getting sloppy wet between her legs!

"Come on, Sis," he coached. "Take them all the way off!"

Bobbi rolled them further down from her hips. They descended her lean thighs, hesitated briefly at her shapely knees, then continued their journey down to her ankles. Bobbi steeped out of the panties and tossed them over her shoulder against the wall.

She spread her feet apart and placed her hands defiantly on her hips. "There!" she said. "Are you satisfied now?"

"Oh, yes," said Henry, continuing to stare at his sister's beautiful snatch.

"Well, what are you staring at?" she insisted.

"I'm staring at your pussy," he said. "And don't try to tell me that you don't like it. You're already so wet that I can see it dripping down your leg."

Bobbi turned to the side, cupping her hand over her naked belly. This way Henry could see the graceful slope of her back, the puffy rise of her buttocks as they billowed out into those creamy ass cheeks. He could still see a patch of black pubic hair sneaking out from beneath his sister's hand.

"What's the matter, Sis?" he said. "Don't you like me looking at your pussy?"

"It's not fair," she said, tossing her head. "It's not fair for me to be naked and you still have your shorts on."

"Well, if that's what's bothering you, I can take my shorts off. Want me to?"

"I'll say!" Henry got up, turning to the side so that his sister could plainly see the bulging erection beneath his jockey shorts.

"Wow!" Her eyes gleamed. "That's the biggest it's ever been, Henry. You must really be turned on!"

"It always turns me on to see your cunt, Sis."

"If you take your underwear off, you can look at me all you want to," she offered.

"You got a deal," he said immediately. Henry grabbed his shorts and ripped them off. He tossed them across the platform. Now he was naked, too, his rigid cock standing out like a mast from the bottom of his belly. It was swollen to the utmost, thick and purple-headed. It looked like a monster, just waiting to tear up her tender juicy little sister-cunt.

"Golly!" she said turning to him, "Henry, it's beautiful! I wish I had a cock like that."

"I don't," he shot back. "I'd much rather go on looking at your pussy. It wouldn't be any fun at all if you had a cock, too."

"It would if you had a pussy instead. That way I could be the one to stick it inside of you."

Bobbi stepped over to him, a mischievious glint in her eye. "Wouldn't you like that, Henry?" she toyed with him, jabbing him lightly in the stomach.

"Wouldn't you like it if I could stick my cock into your pussy?"

"No," he said. "I like it better the way it is, me sticking mine into you." As he spoke, he casually reached up and tweaked the tip of Bobbi's tit, making her nipple stand up pert and erect.

"Oh!" she cried, shivering deliciously in response. "Maybe you're right, Henry. If I had a cock, I wouldn't have two tits for you to play with. And it sure is fun when you rub your hands all over them. My nipples stand up like little buttons and all kinds of feelings go every which way through my body!"

"You mean like this?" said Henry. He placed both his hands against her tits. He squeezed them like grapefruits, mashing the rubbery, rather small tits masterfully beneath his hands. Bobbi scrunched up her shoulders, quivering slightly.

"Yes, that's what I mean, Henry!"

"And how about when I pinch your nipples," he added. "Like this?" So saying, he tweaked her two nipples at once, making them spring to life, swelling cutely like little buds at the tips of her creamy tits.

"Oh, yes!" She shivered. "Do that again, Henry!"

He did, and her whole body trembled. She sure loved to have Henry feeling her tits! And when he put his mouth on them, Bobbi would go into absolute fits of ecstasy. Henry tried it right then, leaning forward to clamp his wet mouth over her tit. His tongue slashed hotly across the nipple, driving it around in little circles, maddening, exciting little circles that in a very short time had Bobbi panting like a choo-choo train.

"Oh, Henry, that feels unbelievable!" she said.

In his excitement Henry stepped closer to her. The sticky tip of his cock nosed lightly against her flat stomach. Bobbi looked down to see his massive prick twitching, pointing right up at her cunt. Her eyes bugged, obviously impressed. A delicate little frisson started in her belly and worked up her spine, trembling like a mini-earthquake, all the way up to her head. Bobbi hunched her shoulders.

Dropping impulsively to her knees, she placed her hands against Henry's thighs. She looked at his cock, her face no more than a few inches away from its swelling shaft. She admired it, thrilled to the sight of it. She could imagine it even now probing its way into the tight, stretching lips of her pussy.

Her cunt was dripping with juices. She couldn't help it. Just the sight of her brother's handsome thing made the love sap well up inside of her, so thick and so profuse that it just had to spill over. It soaked her pussy with a rich-smelling, pungent sticky paste. Her cunt felt like somebody had pushed a whole stick of fresh butter up into it, and now it was melting, getting her crack good and slick for whatever was about to happen.

Henry's cock was jerking spasmodically. He stood there with his hands on his sister's shoulders, looking down at her as she kneeled in front of him. Bobbi could tell that Henry wanted her to take it into her mouth. And she wanted to do it. She could just taste it, the salty-sweet flavor of his prick. It always reminded her of apricots, and Bobbi loved apricots.

But impish Bobbi wasn't ready for that yet. The game was only beginning, and she intended to play it through. She grabbed brother's prick and gave it a good squeeze. Then she got to her feet and retreated teasingly across the platform.

I'm going to make sure brother Henry wants it first, she thought. I'm going to get him so turned on that he's going to want nothing in the world so much as to stick his thing up inside my pussy!

Standing a few feet away from her brother, Bobbi placed her hands behind her neck and stretched herself luxuriously. As she did so her tits rose, nosing pertly upward toward the ceiling. Standing on her toes, her whole body was stretched alluringly. The muscles of her legs were taut and lean. Her stomach was flat, and Henry could see the firm flesh drawn to a smooth tightness.

Bobbi lowered her hands, cupping herself with them. She lifted her tits in her hands, rolling them around so that the pink nipples touched each other. She squeezed them, letting the tip of her tongue come out of her mouth to show brother Henry just how turned on she was getting.

Suddenly Bobbi turned around. With her back to him, she leaned forward. Her hands dropped to her feet, fingers fastened around her ankles. In this position, her legs spread and ass indecently presented to him, Henry could see plainly the whole of her crack. He could see the tight little bull's eye of her anus. It looked so inviting, nestled there between her spread legs, Henry could see the Curly black hair of her pubis. It had a sheen to it, and he could almost feel its scratchy softness. And there, nestled in with the hair, he could see the pink puffy lips of her cunt, sloppy wet, gaping, just ready for him to stick his wiggling tongue into it.

Bobbi looked at him, her face appearing upside down between her spread legs. She was grinning playfully. Her hands released her ankles and moved slowly, seductively, up the length of her legs.

Henry knew what she was about to do. His cock twitched from his belly as though somebody were pulling at it with a string. His eyes bugged as he watched his sister perform.

Bobbi's hands appeared between her legs. They worked their way up to the very juncture of her legs. She felt herself, running her fingers inquisitively all over herself. Her finger probed back between the cheeks of her ass. As Henry watched, she dipped her finger at the rim of her finger into her ass hole and was squirming it around invitingly.

Henry couldn't believe his eyes. He was so turned on by what his sister was doing that he couldn't hold still. He took hold of his cock and began stroking it slowly, working his hand up and down the long swollen shaft. Bobbi grinned when she saw what he was doing. Poor brother Henry, she thought. He wants to stick his cock into his sister. He wants to s tick it in so bad that he can hardly stand it. Well, hold on, Henry. It won't be long now.

As Henry watched, Bobbi explored herself further with her hands. She spread her legs wider apart so that he had a better view. Then, pulling her hands back, she took hold of the lips of her pussy. She pulled the succulent lips apart, providing her brother with an excellent view of the wet pink as raw meat sap-filled interior of her cunt.

Henry's cock twitched. He stroked it again, running his tightly-closed fist up and down the length of his pole. His ass cheeks were flexing, nudging his hips unvoluntarily forward.

Bobbi probed herself with her finger, running it around in exciting little circles, dripping into her cunt, running along the outer rim of her lips, then reaching up to tickle the spritely little nib of her clit.

She was getting pretty turned on herself. Her knees were trembling; her belly felt like it was made of warm sloshy water. She drove her finger all the way into her pussy, squirming it around and frigging herself as her brother watched, until the thick juices began to flow out of her pussy and down her thighs.

Suddenly Henry couldn't take any more. He rushed forward, grabbing his sister by the hips and bolting his hard prick forward. Bobbi squealed, pulling away from him, and ran over to the opposite side of the platform.

"Want to fuck your sister, don't you, Henry?" she said.

"You bet I do!" he said with a crazed look in his eye. His cock was swelling like a bull's. He had to have it now!

"Well, you're going to have to catch me first!" she taunted. "If you want to fuck me, you're just going to have to catch me!"

Henry lunged for her, but by the time he got to where she had been standing, Bobbi was gone. She bolted across the platform and shinnied down into the trapdoor. He turned in time to see the top of her head descend through the door.

"Come and get me!" she called. "Don't you want me, Henry?"

Henry went to the trapdoor. Looking down, he could see his impish sister sliding down the thick rope that led to the ground.

"Crazy girl!" He cursed beneath his breath. And then Henry smiled. "Well, what the hell. I can catch her. And then I'm going to fuck her like no sister has ever been fucked before!"

Henry jumped for the trapdoor. He took hold of the rope and began to climb downward. This was not so easy at first. His strapping hard-on made it difficult. It kept gnashing against the scratchy sides of the rope, pinching him often as he worked his way down.

Bobbi was experiencing much the same sensation, only it was much more pleasurable for her. She clung to the rope as if for dear life. With her thighs wrapped tightly against it, she could feel each inch of the thick, scratchy old rope as it slid up between her legs. She could feel it closely against her wet cunt, rising up between her legs and exciting her so much more that she nearly came right then and there.

Not yet! she told herself. Don't come yet! Save it for Henry. When he catches me, he's going to make me come again and again. Come on, Henry, hurry up and catch me!

Bobbi looked up at her brother above her. Henry was struggling awkwardly down the rope, trying to protect his rigid cock from the biting strands of rope as he descended. Bobbi giggled girlishly.

"What's the matter, Henry?" she called. "Having a hard time?"

Bobbie scrambled the rest of the way down the rope, dropping lightly to her feet on the soft forest floor. The ground here was all mossy and cool. There was a thick shade provided by the trees overhead and a heavy screen of shrubbery all the way around.

Bobbi tore off into the bushes, disappearing just as Henry dropped down onto the ground. Glancing quickly around him, he sped off into the trees, planning to head off his sister and show her a thing or two about getting fucked.

Henry tore through the raspy leaves, some of them scratched him as he passed. He got tangled in a prickly vine, and had to stop to carefully free himself before he could go on. But none of this discouraged him. His hard-on was just as big as ever. He was going to catch his wayward sister and ram it to her so deep that he was likely to strike oil!

"Bobbi!" he called. "Bobbi, where are you!"

"Over here! I'm over here, Henry!" She giggled from the nearby shrubbery.

Henry stood stock still for a moment, listening. He could hear his sister thrashing around in the copse somewhere off to his left. A grim smile came over his lips. He looked down, stroking his cock again to make sure it would be good and hard when he caught her.

Suddenly Henry started. Jumping over a log, he dashed head-first into the bushes. He felt his body meet Bobbi's. She screamed loudly as they both crashed to the ground in the center of a ring of thick leafy undergrowth of the forest.

"Okay, sister, here it comes!" he said, gritting his teeth as he held her arms behind her.

"No! No, Henry, please!" she squealed, a playful grin on her lips. She stopped struggling. Henry had caught her fair and square, and now it was his turn to have his fun. "Oh, Henry, are you going to fuck me now?"

"I'm going to fuck you, alright, Sis! Just watch me!"

Grabbing her by the shoulders from behind, Henry forced his sister face down against the ground. With her arms pinioned behind her, she couldn't move or resist. Not that she wanted to, by now she was so hot that her pussy was aching to be filled. She wanted his cock just as bad as he wanted to give it to her.

Spreading Bobbi's legs, Henry jutted his hips hard against the fleshy orbs of her buttocks. His cock rammed up between her legs from behind, scraping throbbingly across the hair of her pussy and those gaping, sweating, swollen, hungry lips.

"Oh, Henry! Fuck me now! Fuck me with your hard cock!"

"Shut up!" he commanded. "I'm going to fuck you, alright,. I'm going to stick my prick inside of you so deep that you're going to choke on it."

With these words Henry bit his teeth into Bobbi's shoulder. Reaching around in front of her, he grasped her tits, squeezing them with his hands, pinching the nipples firmly between his forefingers and thumbs.

"Oh! Oh!" She squirmed beneath him. "Oh, Henry! Do it to me right how!"

Now was the time. Henry cocked his hips, hesitated, and then drove with all his might. His cock slipped into her pussy all at once. She gobbled him up with a slippery suck. In he went, driving his huge cock all the way into his sister's pussy. Bobbi flung her head back, overwhelmed by the sudden sensation.

"Oh, Henry, fuck me! Fuck me deep!"

He rammed his way into her for all he was worth. I'll show her, he told himself. I'll show her to play games with me. In he went, slapping his hard hips against the cheeks of her ass. And still he kept massaging her tits with his hands, kneading them roughly, rolling them around, pressing them against the moist mossy earth beneath her.

"God, Henry! Oh, fuck my pussy!"

Bobbi felt like she was being ripped apart. Henry was driving his cock into her with such force that her belly quivered with sensation, twitching and filling with an overpowering glow so warm and deep that she could hardly breathe. She gasped for breath, bucking her pert little ass cheeks excitedly up against her brother, helping him work his cock even deeper inside of her.

His stiff cock felt like a battering ram inside her pussy. When he drove into her his knobby head bumped against the very pit of her womb. He found the deepest pocket of her, jacking his way in, then held still, letting his giant cock swell all the more, soaking up his sister's fragrant juices before he withdrew to ram into her again.

Bobbi bit her lips, sucking the air in between clenched teeth. She closed her eyes, luxuriating, savoring every inch of her brother's cock as it slammed its way into her. Bobbi's whole body was ignited. There was nothing in the world now that could distract her. Her only reality was the insistent, driving cock that her brother plied her with. In. Out. Oh, fuck me, Henry! Fuck your sister like she's never been fucked before!

Henry felt an unbearable tightening in his loins. It was like a knot, a knot that could not be untied. The only thing that would undo this one was to pump his prick into her belly just as hard as he could. He would pump his way in, withdraw slowly, then pump again until he filled every inch of her slippery cavern with his hot creamy come. His balls were swelling with it. They were red-hot, burning to explode. Henry bucked his hips, knowing that in a very short time he would let go. His cock was going to shoot off like a pistol into her belly.

"Here it comes, Sis! Here comes my hot, thick cream!"

Henry's cock exploded with it. He filled her with a hot flow of cream so thick and warm that Bobbi could feel it throughout her body. It flowed like red-hot lava into her cunt, dripping from the distended lips of her pussy, spattering across Henry's legs, dripping onto the moist ground in creamy-clear wet globs.

But now it was Bobbi's turn. Feeling him come inside of her, her own passion was triggered. Something clicked inside of her and at once every muscle of her body tensed. Her stomach was clenched tight, rippling with the hair-trigger lust that was about to be let go.

Suddenly it happened. Bobbi erupted with come. Her cunt spewed it out like hot butterscotch fudge. Out it came, soaking Henry's cock with it, mingling with his come, and covering her sweat-streaked thighs with it.

"Oh, oh! Henry, I'm ... coming!"

Henry fell forward on top of his sister. The quiet of the forest closed in around them. It was late, nearly dark in the shadowy cover of trees. Somewhere a bird was chirping. Brother and sister lay there panting, clutching each other's naked body like two untamed animals.

"Are you okay, Sis?" he asked after a moment.

"Oh, Henry! I feel wonderful!"

CHAPTER FIVE

One day I was riding in my car with sister Joan. Joan was about three years younger than me, but still very much on the ball for her age. To describe her, she was slender like all my younger sisters; her features were rather plain-she was not unattractive, but certainly not as brightly pretty as Patty, or especially Christine-but she had wide sensual lips and quick piercing eyes that gave her a very interesting and rather provocative appearance.

Joan had a firm, somewhat lanky body that conveyed with its leanness the kind of persistent nervous energy that ruled her. She was a future businesswoman, with a head for facts and figures from the word 'go'. But that didn't mean she wasn't interested in sex. Joan was just as horny as the rest of us, only a little more calculating about it.

I don't want it to sound like Joan wasn't well-built. All the girls in my family are fortunate in being well-endowed physically, but they have their particular differences. Joan was no Marilyn Monroe; she was fleshy and sensuous-looking, a little more like the young Bette Davis, if she's ever turned you on. She was energetically slim with a constant vibrance that promised excitement and lots of fast-paced, no-holds-barred sex.

Like I said, we were riding in my car one day. Joan was just out of high school and already making a go of a small business in town. On this particular day she had a luncheon of prospective clients to attend, so she invited me along to kind of add to the appearance of things. That was one of Joan's business mottos. Whenever she had to deal with men in money matters, she was careful to always look her sexiest. She had a whole wardrobe of alluring dresses and short, hip-hugging skirts. And with this luncheon coming up she wanted an extra cunt to distract her male associates.

Driving down the highway toward town, we passed a couple of boys hitchhiking along the road. They were both kind of cute, though one was a little skinny. But the other had an amazing resemblance to Henry.

"Hey, that boy looked a lot like Henry, didn't he?" said Joan, swiveling around in her seat.

"Sure did," I agreed. "I'm sure it wasn't him, though."

"No, he wasn't quite sexy enough to be brother Henry."

"Not many boys his age are," I said. From here our conversation got into kind of a side topic.

"Don't they know it's dangerous to be hitchhiking out on the road like that?" said Joan. "I mean, you never know who might be driving along."

"They can probably take care of themselves," I said. "It's not like they're girls or anything. It is dangerous for a girl to go around thumbing for cars. She might get picked up by some kind of pervert."

"Don't think it can't happen to boys, too," said Joan. "I've been reading a lot lately about boys getting raped by women. Really! It's women's lib, I guess. There have been dozens of cases of males getting picked up by females and being forced to ... well, fuck them, I guess."

"Come on, Joan, you're pulling my leg. Women raping boys? That's crazy."

"Not if you think about it," she said reasonably. "I mean, why shouldn't a woman have the same instincts as a man? And if she happens to see a young stud that she'd like to get into his pants, why shouldn't she, if she's of that particular frame of mind, force him to do it to her?"

"Well, maybe if she's really aggressive," I conceded. "But there aren't that many girls who are."

"There probably aren't that many male rapists, either. But it does happen."

About this time the conversation veered back to the subject of brother Henry.

"Speaking of young boys who look like Henry," I said, "and of older women who take advantage of younger boys ... have you ever done anything with our little brother?"

"Henry?" said Joan. She looked at me with a sly look in her eye. "Why do you ask, Sandy?"

"Oh, just curious," I replied cautiously. "Come on, Joan, level with me, sister to sister. Haven't you ever wanted to screw little brother?"

I had just turned to go out the exit ramp. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Joan was grinning from ear to ear. It was a dead give-away. She had something to confess about her and little brother and I could barely wait to hear what it was.

"Well?" I asked again.

"Okay," said Joan, pulling a cigarette out of her purse and lighting it, "I guess I might as well tell you about it. We've got a few more miles to go, and I'm sure it will make the trip more interesting for you."

"You can say that again," I told her. "Tell me all about it, all about you and how you fucked our little brother Henry."

Joan looked at me a little suspiciously. There was something in the tone of my voice that she had detected, something that led her to suspect that I had screwed Henry, too. Maybe she figured if she told me her story first, I'd tell her mine. There was no fooling sister Joan.

"It was like this," she began, and went on to tell me the whole story, the whole sordid story, of how she had found a way to get her hands in little brother's pants.

As I said before, Joan had always been a businesswoman type. From a very early age she had been attracted to money; earning it came as naturally to her as water to a fish. When she was ten years old she had started a little neighborhood business, selling attic trash acquired on one street to the residents of the street around the corner. It was a simple matter of what Joan called "redistribution of the wealth," and it yielded a small but ample profit.

With little schemes like this she soon had enough money to beget bigger schemes. At one point she set Henry up in a lawn mowing business, providing nearly a dozen mowers for Henry and his young friends and reaping a healthy share of the profits for herself.

I mention all this history only because it sets the stage.

One summer Henry was having trouble finding a decent summer job. He wanted to save up to buy a car when he would be old enough for a license, and he thought he'd start well ahead of time. Hearing about Henry's problem, Joan suggested that he come to work for her. She had some odd jobs to be done around the shop, and some odd thoughts about what to do with Henry when the shop closed it doors at night.

My ears perked up as she told me the whole sexy story. It was hard to keep my mind on my driving, so keen was my interest. And by the time we reached our destination, I was so hot and bothered that I had to go into the ladies' room before I could face the table crowded with businessmen.

I don't think Henry realized that the business Joan ran was a lady's lingerie store. I wish I could have seen the look on his face as little brother stepped up to the window of Joan's store to see those busty, seductively-poised mannequins wearing the latest in lady's nightgowns, lace undies, and seethroughs of all descriptions.

Of course Henry was not hired to be a salesman. Imagine a football-playing young boy trying to sell a young girl her first black silk panties! But come to think about it, maybe he wouldn't have done so bad at that. With his looks, Henry might have made record sales.

Henry was to be the stock boy. His job entailed loading and unloading new shipments. He would hang the new slinky underthings on racks and roll them out onto the floor, trying to be as invisible as he could with all those browsing females suddenly looking up at him with shocked, amused surprise.

Henry was an adaptable boy. Somewhere along the line he forgot about his embarrassment and just grooved on being the only male in a special world inhabited only by women. He didn't mind the way the women stared at him, not even the older women who could not conceal their lewd fantasies at the sight of a young virile boy in such a setting. Before long he was even comfortable with offering his opinion from a man's point of view, as to the aesthetic value of a diaphanous, snatch-revealing negligee as opposed to a slinky silk pajama suit that tied and untied quickly for fast service in the bedroom.

Henry really grew to dig the job. At one point he and Joan would even make wagers as to the kind of product a certain customer might be prone to buy.

"She's a bra and panties buyer, Sis," Henry would say, peering out of the stock room with her at a new customer entering the store. "I mean, look at the way she holds those tits of hers, proud, you know, 'cause they're so big. And you see those white pants of hers, you can see the black panties right through them. Yep, bra and panties."

"Yes, Henry," Joan would point out, "but she's headed for the nightgown section. See? She's picking out a negligee."

Often as not Henry was right. He had a talent for it. The woman with the proud tits would invariably browse through the nighties, swing slowly through the stocking display and head right for the bra and panties counter where she outfitted herself with the sexiest, laciest, most seductive set of underwear on the counter.

Joan told me how the table where Henry unpacked boxes was located right next to a door that looked in on the dressing room area. Four little curtains closed off the dressing rooms in which pretty girls would change, into the slinky lingerie-all day long, every day, one after another. Thinking about them behind the little curtains must have been hard enough for Henry. He could imagine them taking off their dresses, slipping quickly out of their own panties and bras, and climbing into the cool, air light silk of Joan's lingerie.

If that wasn't bad enough, the mirrors in which the girls had to view themselves were along the wall just opposite where Henry worked. All day long out of the corner of his eye he could see gorgeous young women posing this way and that, admiring themselves in the most fantastic-looking underwear that money could buy.

If I know Joan, I bet she had something to do with this arrangement. She set it up so that Henry had to look at the girls all day-hoping no doubt that by the end of the day he would be so horny that there would be no problem in leading him off somewhere and getting him to lay her.

The plan worked-but not exactly as Joan expected. One day when there was not a great deal of work for Henry to do, Joan told him to go to lunch early. Business had been brisk all morning and, even though Henry was idle, the shop was teeming with young women trying on lingerie, dressing and undressing, and prancing up and down in front of the mirrors. Working the cash register, Joan noticed a couple of times that Henry was feasting his eyes on the customers, watching them with barely-contained interest as they did their shopping.

Henry had brought his own lunch that day. As was his habit, he left through the back door and sat for a while in the little plaza across the way, watching the girls go by. But this day Joan happened to notice that Henry came back early, slipping back in through the door and disappearing into the men's room in the back.

Joan didn't suspect anything until she realized that Henry had been in the men's room for quite a long time. She excused herself from the register and hurried back to the stockroom. She closed the door behind her, sealing off the stockroom from the rest of the store, and tiptoed up to the bathroom door.

With her ear next to the keyhole, Joan heard a series of strange groans and gasps. It was Henry in there, alright, and it sounded like he was having an asthma attack. But brother Henry did not have asthma.

Joan grinned to herself. That little rascal! she thought. I bet I know what he's doing in there-pounding his pud. Brother Henry is pounding his meat in a restroom of a lady's lingerie store!

As she listened, the weird noises beyond the door grew louder and more frenzied. She tried to see something through the keyhole, but apparently it had been stuffed with tissue paper.

"Little devil!" she said under her breath.

But Joan had a trick of her own. Around her neck she carried a chain loaded with keys to fit every lock in the store. Carefully removing the chain, she found the key to the men's room. Quickly inserting it in the lock, she twisted the knob and burst her way into the bathroom.

There was poor brother Henry standing just over the sink with a shit-eating grin on his face, and the most massive purple hard-on Joan had ever seen. He had been playing with himself, looking at a string of pictures taped to the mirror in front of him, pictures of ladies that he had clipped from the lingerie catalogues. Half-dressed, barely-dressed, and undressed beautiful girls to look at while he pounded his horny pud.

"Why, Henry!" said Joan, feigning surprise. "Henry! What on earth are you doing?"

"Uh ... uh...." Henry stammered as he looked guiltily down at the swollen cock in his hand. "Uh, gee. Hi, Sis!"

"Henry, don't give me that stuff. What in the hell are you doing in my bathroom?" Joan could be pretty scary when she tried, and poor brother, compromised as he was, was easily put on the defensive.

"Don't tell me, Henry!" she said, with a disgusted look on her face. She looked down at his rock-hard prick. It was the prettiest sight she had seen in a long time, but she didn't want Henry to know that. No yet, anyway. "Don't tell me! I know what you're doing. You're ... masturbating. You're jacking off, Henry, in my bathroom!"

"Sis, I didn't mean anything!" He whined, trying to pack his swollen prick back into his pants. It was still long and as rigid as a railroad spike, though; no way would it fit back into the hidden safety of his zipped fly. He just stood there, helpless, holding his cock in his hand and wondering what to do with it as he looked up at his angry sister.

"Don't put it away!" she said punitively. "Now that you've got it out ... leave it out. I think I'm going to make you finish what you started. Yes, I am! Go ahead, Henry, finish jacking yourself off. I'll just stand right here and watch."

"Awe, come on, Sis," said Henry, "I was only fooling around."

"Well then, you can fool around with me here. Go on, Henry, finish jacking yourself off."

Joan didn't know how much longer she could keep a straight face. She hated to make Henry squirm this way in front of her, but she couldn't resist the temptation. And she planned to make it up to him ... with interest. Before long she was going to get her hands on that woman-crazy cock of his and show him what it's really supposed to be used for.

"Come on, Sis, have a heart!" he pleaded again.

Joan pointed a minatory finger at him, drawing a bead right on the fiery-purple head of his erect cock. She could already feel a hungry stirring deep in her belly. Her cunt longed to feel that manly shaft working its way up into it.

"I'm not going to tell you again, Henry!"

'very reluctantly, Henry swallowed his pride. Maybe he even had an inkling of what was about to come. His sister was dressed especially nice that day, and she had gotten him all turned-on again anyway. He needed to come one way or another, so what the hell?

Henry was looking at his sister with a leering grin. He let his eyes travel slowly up her thin, lean legs. Her shirtfront was left open at the top, revealing the shadowy cleft between her two ripe tits. Henry took his cock in his hand again and began stroking it, wondering what his sister would look like without her clothes on.

As Joan watched, Henry worked his hand back and forth over the length of his cock. She could see his prick kind of twitching with each stroke, swelling colorfully and nosing upward as though sniffing for a pussy to slip into. Her crotch was now so wet that she felt as though the plug had been pulled. All her love fluid began seeping out of her belly, soaking her pink cunt and lining it with a slick, sloppy film that would make it easy for his giant cock to work its way up into her.

Henry was getting into it again in spite of her presence. He was whacking his cock, at one moment looking over at his pretty sister with a wanton look in his eye, and the next leaning his head back, eyes shut, an ecstatic glow suffusing his features.

Joan could maintain the ruse no longer. She was so turned on by the sight of his glorious, man-sized prick that her hands were burning to get a hand on it. She stepped forward, leaning with her hip against the side of the porcelain sink.

"Here, Henry," she whispered, completely changing her tone,'"let me show you how a woman does it!"

With that she reached down and took Henry's cock in her hand. Wrapping her delicate little fingers around it, she stroked it gently, letting her hand slide all the way to the purple head of it then return like a shuttle, pressing hard against the very base of his belly and feeling the hairy balls dangling against her wrist.

Henry looked at his sister, too aroused to be surprised by her sudden change of behavior. His cock was so hard, so hungry for pussy, that he didn't care where he was or what was happening. All he knew was that his cock had to be fed. And Joan was right there to help him nourish it.

His cock was like the stinger of a bee and her pussy, all hot and ready beneath the confining folds of her fine clothes, was like a flower in spring. It was gorgeously pink, pink as a petunia and fragrant with her seeping juices, and the pouty petals of her cunt lips were gaping wide to feel the needle of his prick dip into her in search of her essence.

As she pulled away on the pud of Henry's penis, Joan reached down and took hold of Henry's idle hand. Directing it toward the hem of her short skirt, she encouraged Henry to slip his hand up under it and discover whatever his inquisitive, questing fingers could find.

There was plenty to find up under his sister's skirt. At once he could feel the soft, shapely knobs of her knees. Then her lower thigh, creamy smooth, hairless, inviting to his touch. She wasn't wearing nylons, so Henry had free reign to smooth his hand across her naked skin, feeling upward over her two legs until his hand found the place where her legs met.

Joan gasped slightly as Henry slipped his curious fingers in between the fleshy inner thighs. Next to his hand he could feel the sleek lace of her panties. He wondered what color they were. Red? Black? White maybe? Henry touched them lightly with the tip of his finger, feeling the soggy spot just outside her pussy. He knew then that she was just as turned on as he was. She wanted his cock just as much as he wanted to give it to her.

"Isn't it better this way, Henry?" said Joan, squeezing his cock more firmly than before.

Henry looked at her with an absent-minded expression in his eyes. "Yeah, Sis!" he said half out of breath. "Sure is better than beating off alone." Henry dipped the tip of his finger up into the lips of her twat. "And your pussy sure feels good!"

"It feels a lot better now that you've got your finger in it," she said. "I wish I had caught you back here a long time ago. Have you been coming back here all summer long?"

"This is the first time, Sis. I got so horny watching all those girls trying on that underwear...."

"Poor Henry!" she cooed, rubbing her thumb soothingly across the swollen tip of his pecker. "Well, you won't have to do it again, not as long as I can do something about it. Do you like the idea of making it with your own sister?"

"Do I!" said Henry. "I've been dreaming about getting into your panties all summer, Sis! I've been wondering for weeks what your pussy felt like."

She grinned. "And now that you've got your hand in it, are you disappointed?"

Henry felt around with his hand beneath her skirt. He could feel the distended, soggy lips of her cunt beneath the firm nylon material of her panties. The downy hair of her cunt was matted beneath it, faintly damp from her pussy juices and so fragrant that it teased his nostrils wonderfully and made the staff of his prick swell all the more.

"Nope. Not disappointed at all, Sis." He gave her a little squeeze. "Your pussy feels even better than I thought it would. So soft and slippery. I bet your hair is all curly and coarse. Do you have a lot of pussy hair down there?"

"Why don't you take a look for yourself?" she suggested. "All you have to do is lift my skirt up."

Henry didn't need any more encouragement. As Joan grasped his cock firmly with her hand, Henry lifted up the hem of her skirt. Her white thighs came into view, sleek, hairless and superbly slim. Next he could see the white V of her panties, damp with pussy juice, fitting snugly around her hips and up between her legs and over the fleshy cheeks of her ass.

Henry's eyes marveled at the sight. What a fine pussy she had. He pressed the heel of his hand against it. He rubbed his hand back and forth across her pretty mons, hard. Her cunt hair crackled and the wet material of her panties felt sleek against his hand.

"Why don't you take my panties off?" she suggested.

"Okay," he said obligingly.

Henry hooked his thumb underneath the waistband of her panties. Slowly he peeled them down, revealing the bottom of her belly, which was roundly curved, like a low smooth treeless hillock decorated at the bottom with the copsy brush of her dark pubic hair. Eagerness took control and Henry ripped the panties downward, bringing them instantly to her knees. Now he was free to bring his hand back, holding his sister's naked twat.

It felt like a live, breathing animal. It was warm, moist, throbbing to his touch. The pink lips of her pussy opened slightly like a flower, and Henry could feel the oozing juices, sweetly-sour, thick, pasty and lucious against the heel of his hand.

Meanwhile Joan hadn't stopped stroking Henry's now massively erect cock. It was long as a pole, unyielding, nosing up at an angle in her hand, so thick and hard that just the thought of it poking up into her belly was enough to give her chills all over her body.

Moving closer to her brother, Joan pressed herself against him. Her tits were pushed against his shirtfront, mashed fleshily against his hard chest. She was breathing heavily as she ran her lips tantalizingly up his neck, felt the peach fuzz of his incipient beard, and fastened her eager mouth on his ear, taking it all inside and swashing her tongue provocatively around inside of it.

Tingles of sensation radiated around and around in Henry's skull. A live wire was sparking a direct connection between his head and the pit of his loins. His cock was big as ever, and now all the muscles of his lower half, his legs, stomach, thighs and buttocks, were tight as steel bands and hard as rock with the tension she was creating.

Joan's nimble fingers unsnipped the buttons of Henry's shirt. In a flash she had parted his lapels, running her smooth small hand over his lightly-haired chest. She loved the feel of it, the youthful well-developed muscles, round and contoured. Every bit was hard, not a flabby place on him. She was willing to bet that his slim round ass cheeks were all muscle, too, like two finely-rubbed stones, hairless, and powerful enough to drive his hungry cock deep into her belly with non-stop, pistoning, pussy-hungry, hip-slamming intensity.

"Oh, Henry," she sighed, whispering hotly into his ear, "why don't you unbutton my blouse? I'd love to feel your hands on my tits."

Again, Henry didn't need to be asked twice. He pulled his hand out from under her skirt just long enough to assist in the highly enjoyable job of popping open her buttons. Her blouse parted, exposing the white sash of her stiff bra. What a shame, thought Henry, to make those nice soft tits hide beneath that hard, scratchy bra. Even though her bra was lacy and made of the finest elastic and silk, still it was too harsh a confinement for her luscious tits. And luscious they were; that much he could tell even before he had reached around to unsnap the hook and liberate her heaving, pulsating breasts. They were big, warm as fresh-baked muffins, cherry-topped, and so fleshy smooth that Henry's fingers sunk into them cozily as his hands finally got hold of them.

"Oh, Henry, that feels great!" she said, letting her head incline lazily to one side. "Your hands feel so cool and strong. Squeeze them, Henry, squeeze my tits so that I can feel how strong your hands are!"

Henry obliged her. His hands closed, kneading her rubbery tit-flesh and making them swell to his masterful touch. Her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath with her wet, sensuous lips. It made her tits rise and fall alluringly, quaking like two snowy mountains. Henry rubbed his hands all over her, feeling every inch of her honey-soft skin, her tits, belly, sides, arms, shoulders and neck.

"Let's kiss, Henry," prompted Joan. "I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss my own brother!"

Instantly their hot mouths met. They kissed, smashing their lips together, dueling their tongues together inside each other's mouths. Joan ran her tongue over Henry's teeth and he probed his deep against her cheek, down under her tongue and as far back into her mouth as his would reach.

Joan's curved little belly was twittering with excitement. Her cunt was dripping like a faucet, flooding her cunt cavern with a sticky mess of love juice that was meant to accommodate his hard-pushing cock as it slammed up inside of her. But not yet. Their foreplay was not finished yet. Joan grabbed one of Henry's hands and guided it up under her skirt again. She wanted to feel his hand against her twat, to feel his fingers tickling the sensitive little nib of her clit and to pry apart her sloppy cunt lips and slip secretively inside of her.

That's exactly what his fingers did. While one hand was busy squeezing Joan's tits and tweaking her pink-budded nipples, his other ravaged her beneath her skirt, feeling invisibly around between her legs and raising her to the very pitch of sexual arousal.

She was so turned on now that she wrapped both her small, bird-like hands around the shaft of his cock. Shackling them around it, she stroked him, squeezing hard as she did and jacking him forward and back with age-old motions that could make his cock stand up and take note. He swelled like a sausage, a foot-long special glistening with sweat and seasoned with that little drop of pre-come at the tip of it.

Looking down at him, Joan licked her lips. She liked the idea of putting that prick of Henry's into her mouth. She would suck on it like a lollipop, sliding her tongue tastingly across the head of it, savoring the salty-pungent odor of his manhood and the indescribably delicious taste of his cock meat. I bet nothing tastes better than a brother's cock, she told herself. Unless it's a sister's pussy!

Suddenly Joan swooped down on her brother's cock. Her mouth closed around it, taking the whole knobby head of it full inside. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste, smacking her lips around it and tonguing it forward and back so that Henry's stiff muscle grew stiffer yet, filling her mouth to capacity with his solid manhood.

Joan liked his cock so well that she licked it and sucked it everywhere. She fastened her lips to the tip of it, letting her tongue slash across the tiny slit there. Slowly her tongue worked its way down to the very base of it, which was thick and sinewy as a tree trunk. She lapped her lips against him, taking his hairy balls one by one into her mouth and sucking on them like candy. Oh, she loved the feel of brother Henry's cock in her mouth.

Meantime Henry was rewarding his sister by wiggling his finger around in her pussy. She was completely wet down there, soaked with her pussy juice so that his hand slid around easily over and into the puff-ball of her twat. The lips separated easily with a light pressure of his fingers, and in they went squirming around so that Joan's belly was about to burst with the wonderful, titillating, joy-filled sensation of it.

"Henry!" Joan wheezed, pulling her saliva-smeared lips away from his glistening cock, "Henry, put your cock inside of me! Fuck me with it!"

So saying, she got back to her feet.

"Lean back against the sink," he directed her, pushing her back with his hands on her shoulder.

Joan felt the icy cold porcelain of the sink kiss the round ass cheeks of her buttocks. She hissed, drawing the air in between her clenched teeth. Gripping the sides of the sink, she hoisted herself up onto it and spread her legs so that her brother would have easy access to her man-hungry cunt.

Henry's hands took hold of her skirt hem. Lifting it a few inches, he could see the pinkish swelling lips of her vagina. It looked like a sweet cherry pie to him. The gaping lips of her twat like a fine crust, smooth and white around the sweet cherry-syrupy interior of her pussy.

Nudging himself against her, his cock touched the side of her leg. The hard head of it grazed her thigh as he pressed forward. It chilled her from the base of her belly all the way up her spine. And then, suddenly, she could feel the head of his cock come in throbbing contact with her crotch. The knob touched her pussy, pressing massively against it, threateningly, thrillingly, like an intruder at the threshold, hesitating suspensefully before making the plunge.

But before Henry drove himself into his sister, he had an idea. On the edge of the sink stood a large bottle of creamy hand lotion. Henry picked up the bottle and opened the cap. As his sister watched, Henry poured a copious amount all over her, smearing it around messily between her legs. He covered the base of her belly with it, creaming it lusciously into the matted, spaghetti-like hair of her cunt. He covered her thighs and legs with it all the way down to her knees. Joan squirmed around on the cold porcelain seat of the sink.

"God, Henry, that feels fantastic!"

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, Sis." He grinned, set ting the bottle aside.

Now he was ready. Poising himself, Henry pressed his hips hard against his sister. The inflexible joint of his pecker was lodged between them like a loaded pistol against her belly. He pushed against her, squishing their bellies together in the messy, creamy lotion that coated her skin. The wetness of it accented all sensation. Joan clenched her fists against the porcelain sink.

"Oh, Henry, put that cock all the way into my empty belly!"

Their lips met again in a sucking, fervent kiss. Tongues flailing around against each other. Henry's hands raped her tits, squeezing them together against each other and rolling them around like soft ripe tomatoes. And then Joan could feel the ball-like head of his prick nosing against the lips of her twat. In a second he would lunge and plant it deep inside of her.

"Oh, stick it into me, Henry!" she begged. "Stick that stiff cock of yours into my cunt!"

The head of his cock lodged its way with some difficulty into the lips of her cunt. As wet as she was, even with the lotion smeared all over her belly his giant cock still had to shoulder its way inside. Her cunt lips stretched, opening little by little as his cock slipped inside. Little by little as his hoary manmeat jacked forward, deeper and deeper into the dark mysterious canal of her sopping pussy.

His cock was as big as a fist, cramming itself bluntly into her. Joan held her breath, closing her eyes deliriously as she waited to feel the whole length of him slip into her. Slowly agonizingly, he forced himself into her creamy narrow pussy. Thrust after thrust he edged himself forward, implanting an inch at a time, driving his pile into that pussy of hers which now opened up wide for him, sucking his cock into it, gratefully taking him inside and nestling the muscular shaft of his cock with its slippery, sensation-filled, silk-purse pussy walls.

Henry rammed into his sister like a satyr. His hips would draw back, cock, then jack forward with a powerful flexing of his ass. That prick would shoulder its way into her narrow slit, ramming her with every inch of it, throbbing all the way in until it bumped with a snug thump against the very depths of her cunt.

Henry fastened his hands to her round puff-ball tits. They felt so creamy and soft that he squeezed them again and again, forcing the red poppies of her nipples to peek out from between his clenched fingers. Joan was totally beside herself. She could feel the cold hardness of the porcelain sink against her bare ass cheeks. His hands molested her tits roughly, making her gasp for breath, forcing them out only harder against his hands. And then the surging stiffness of his penetrating cock was delving full-length into her quim, exploring her secret pocket to the depths and raping her with intense pleasure so great that she had to bite her lips to keep from calling out loud.

In and out, greedily, again and again Henry jammed his lotion-lubricated pecker into his sister. They were heedless of the sounds they were making, low, raspy, moaning that were more than loud enough to be heard outside in the store. But neither of them cared. They fucked away fervently, raking their hands over each other's bodies, sucking each other's mouths and humping their hips together until ecstasy was just a moment away.

Joan came, clutching her brother against her with her arms wrapped around his neck. And at the same instant Henry came too, popping his creamy wad inside of her, drenching her pussy with jism, sticky hot white glue that dripped out of the end of his cock like lava.

"Oh, Henry!" she moaned. "Oh! Oh!"

CHAPTER SIX

Well, that was the story Joan told me that day when we were driving through the city in my car. By the time we got to the business luncheon I was so horny from hearing my sister's tale that I had to hit the bathroom and get myself together.

"Now that I've told you my story, Sandy," said Joan when we were leaving the lunch table afterward, "how about confiding in me?"

"What do you mean?" I said slyly.

"Get off it, Sandy!" said Joan. "Don't you think I know you and brother Henry have been fucking for a long time? As a matter-of-fact, all our sisters know about it."

"What?" I said with mock surprise. "You mean all six of my sisters know that I've been getting into brother's pants? How did they find out?"

"I suppose Henry told them." She shrugged her shoulders. "But if he didn't, there are still plenty of ways to find out. Like listening at keyholes, or just putting your ear up to the heat duct in the middle of the night. Did you know that the sound from every bedroom travels through the ventilation system and goes to every room of the house?"

"Now you've got the picture, Sandy" Joan grinned. "That's how Sherry found out about it. And she told me."

"Sherry knows about it?" I said, truly surprised now.

"Sure does!" Joan said triumphantly. "That's what made her decide to go ahead and sleep with Henry herself. She didn't want to be the only sister that hadn't done it with him."

"Wait a minute, Joan," I said. "Wait just a minute. Do you mean to tell me that everyone of my sisters has slept with brother Henry? Including Christine?"

"Well, not Christine, I guess. "But you know what a little prude she is. I'm sure she knows what her other sisters have been up to, though. And I'm sure she doesn't approve at all."

I sat back against the car seat for a moment and did some thinking. Now all of my sisters had fucked brother Henry-all but little Christine. Being the youngest in the family, she still had some growing up to do. The thought was mind-boggling. Think of it, little Henry getting ass left and right any time he felt like it from any one of his six older sisters! That lucky little fucker!

The thought made me smile. Why shouldn't Henry be getting his jollies? Hell, if his sisters wanted to fuck him-and the way he was built, there was no doubt about that desire-why shouldn't they? And why shouldn't he oblige them?

"So that's where the little bugger learned all his tricks," I said. "I wondered how come it seemed that every time Henry and I fucked he knew just a little bit more about it. Just a little bit better every time. He'd been learning by fucking all my sisters."

"What the hell," said Joan. "There's enough of him to go around. Little brother has plenty of spunk to share with his sisters."

"Now that's a thought," I said. "At least Henry's not discriminating. We all get an equal share of him."

"That's for sure," Joan agreed. "I know I get all of him I can handle." With that she rubbed her hand suggestively against the crotch of her pants. "I can still feel the last time little brother poked that fantastic cock of his inside of me."

I laughed. "Yeah. Me too."

Putting my car into gear, Joan and I drove off again down the road., "Tell me about Sherry," I said after a couple of minutes. "How did she get around to fucking Henry?"

Sherry was the seventeen-year-old, only three years older than Henry, and a year younger than Joan. Sherry was not quite as slender as the rest of us. I wouldn't say that she's fat, or even plump; she's more ... voluptuous. Her face is round, with high apple-like cheeks. Her hair is mouse brown, long and straight; and her eyes are deep, fathomless emerald green. Sherry is the giggly one. She's always been a little bit wild, smoking, sneaking out late, talking dirty. I guess you could say that she's the real sexual bombshell in the family. All she needs is a little bit of age behind her, and a little bit of experience.

"Oh, same old story," Joan shrugged. "I think she caught him in the bathtub one night and seduced him."

"Really? I wish I had been there to watch."

"Me too. Anyway, she said that she offered to rub Henry's back and ended up flat on her own back. Henry fucked her right there in the bubble-bath. She said it was the cleanest dirty thing she'd ever done."

"Wow! That must have been a gas," I said. "Think of all that slippery, foamy bubble-bath and smearing it around on each other's bodies. I bet it stings, though, when it gets up inside your pussy."

"Um. Speaking of which, are you sure brother Henry hasn't found a way to get into Christine's panties? If he's fucked all the rest of us, what reason is there to doubt that he's screwed Christine, as well?"

"Christine? You're kidding. She's much too hung up about sex. Too hung up for even Henry to cure."

"Yeah, well, I'll believe that when I see it," I said.

"One good look at Henry's great big swelling cock is enough to make any girl melt in her panties-even little sister Christine."

Christine was the very youngest in the family, younger even than Henry and Bobbi. She was Momma's little darling, the baby, and so pure and virginal that she looked like a vision out of some fairy tale.

Without a doubt. She had pretty curly blonde locks that tumbled down around her white neck and onto her shoulders. Her eyes were sky blue, big as saucers, and accented by the longest, sexiest light brown eyelashes you've ever seen.

Christine's cheeks were glowing red, her complexion pure as ivory. Her lips were sensuously large, a little bit pouty, and kissable pale red. Her face was a sculptured masterpiece. It was narrow, heart-shaped, perfectly symmetrical, with the softest roundest chin and the most turned-up delicate little nose imaginable.

As far as her body was concerned-forget it! She had a slim stream-lined figure, cat-like, graceful and very subtle. Her waist was extremely narrow, perky little breasts high, her legs neither too long nor too short and shaped as though her creator had spent months laboring over their design.

The only flaw in little sister was her extreme adamant disapproval of sex. If she heard her sisters talking about their boyfriends, about sex or anything even remotely related to sex, she would get up from her chair with a disgusted expression on her face.

"Now you're being dirty!" she would say, and march prudishly out of the room.

"Maybe you're right," I admitted to Joan. "Maybe Henry hasn't gotten in Christine's panties. But if anyone could, he would be the one."

And what a shame it was, too. Think of that pristine, adorable little girl. Think of that fresh, adorable little pussy of hers. What a shame to see it all wasted on prudence.

"What's so bad about sex, Christine?" I asked her once. As her biggest sister I had the right to ask her questions like that.

"Oh!" she said, her face suffused with disgust. "Sex is dirty! Think of it, a man sticking his dirty thing up inside a woman. How disgusting! How could any woman let a man do a thing like that to her?"

"Well, maybe it feels good, Christine," I said reasonably. "Don't you think it would feel good for a man to stick something up inside you, something hard and warm and round?"

'Wo! Definitely not!" she said." I'd die before I let anyone do that to me. I'd simply die!"

I can't imagine where Christine got her conservative opinion of sex. Look at her sisters. You couldn't say that any of us had any special hang-ups. Hell, with all six of us fucking our little brother on a regular basis, you might even say we were the most liberated family on the block.

Christine looked like Heidi. Everything about her was bright and clean and pure, and yet she simply radiated sensuality. You couldn't look at her without wanting to kiss those pretty lips or run your hands all over that fantastic little body.

"You know, I believe you're right," said Joan a little bit later. "About what?"

"About Christine."

"You mean that brother Henry has already gotten into her panties? Impossible!"

"No. Not that he has gotten into them but that he could. As you said yourself, if anybody could get Christine to fuck, Henry would be the one."

"So why don't we get him to do just that? I mean, there's something wrong in her attitude about sex. You know how much she'd love it, if only she'd let go and try it."

"What are you suggesting? Is this another one of your tricky schemes?"

"Not at all-a very simple scheme. I propose that we all get together and ... help ... little sister overcome her hang-ups."

"How?"

"Just think. All six of her sisters to lend a hand, and dear brother Henry to provide the ... stimulation." Joan looked in my direction with a devious gleam in her eye.

"You mean we're going to help Henry rape her?" I said, shocked.

"No. Nothing of the sort. We're simply going to set the stage and let Henry do his own thing. And it's not rape, either. You know as well as I do that once little sister has had a taste of that delicious cock of his, she's going to be like putty in his hands."

"Hmm." I mused, rubbing my chin. "You may have an idea, Sis."

"Idea, hell. It's a brainstorm. All we have to do is get all the sisters to agree. Are you with me, Sandy?"

"You bet I am!" I said. "One hundred percent. There's nothing more in the world I'd like to see than good old brother Henry fucking the shit out of pure little sister Chris. We can talk to the other girls just as soon as we get home."

Well, it wasn't difficult to get our other sisters to agree on the matter. The proposal was accepted unanimously, without debate. Without hesitation, either. It seemed all six of us wanted nothing more than to see little sister Christine plucked and cleaned like the spring chicken that she was.

"Hell yes," said Judy. "You bet I'll help. If it comes to it, I'll even take brother Henry's cock and stick it in her myself."

"And what about you, Patty?" I asked, looking over at my dainty sister who hadn't said a word one way or the other.

"What? Oh, yes, I'll help," she said, seemingly interrupted in her thoughts. "I wonder, though, what can the six of us do? I mean, isn't it mostly up to her and Henry?"

"There's plenty we can do, Sis," said Joan, the mastermind behind the plan. "You don't think it's going to be easy, do you, to get in Christine's panties? Even brother Henry can't do it without a little help from his friends."

"I think we ought to take her out in the woods and tie her to a tree and then let Henry do whatever he wants to her."

This was Bobbi speaking. She had been sitting in the corner, blowing softly into her harmonica.

Though she approved of the idea of helping Henry seduce Chris, tomboy Bobbi didn't believe in messing around.

"I don't think we need to be that extreme, Bobbi," said Joan. "Just a little push from us and Chris is going to beg brother Henry to fuck her."

"She won't need to beg," said Sherry from across the room, "if I know brother Henry. All a girl needs to do is walk by and he will smell pussy a mile away."

"You ought to know," said Bobbi. "You put so much perfume on your pussy before you seduced him that Henry couldn't help but smell it."

"And what was your technique, Bobbi?" asked Judy. "I've seen Henry come back from the forest with you and he was covered with scratches and bruises."

"I think she took her bush and beat him with it." Sherry snickered.

"'very funny." Bobbi sneered. "At least I didn't lure him into a store full of horny women trying on fancy underwear."

"Now wait a minute, girls!" I said. "Let's not get into an argument.. We're here to decide the seduction of sister Chris, remember? Now, does anyone disagree?"

I looked around the room. Some of my sisters were smiling, others chatting merrily about the exciting prospect of seeing our prudish sister deflowered. There were no dissenting opinions.

"Fine!" said Joan, climbing to her feet. "Now all we have to do is settle our plans. Gather around, girls, and I'll tell you what we're going to do."

Joan's plan was simple. In a very short time we had settled matters. Now all that remained was to set the wheels into motion.

The day we selected as D-day (D for deflowered) was a pleasant, sunny Saturday in spring. Joan borrowed Daddy's stationwagon, telling him that we all were going to lake Windman for the day.

"Oh, that sounds like fun," said Daddy approvingly. "All you girls going together on an outing. But why don't you take along your brother? I'm sure Henry would enjoy a day at the lake."

"Henry might come up later," said Joan. "It just wouldn't be the same without him."

My job was to corner sister Chris and get her to go along with us. Sitting at her little desk in her room doing homework, she readily agreed to go.

"Great. That sounds like a lot of fun. I haven't been to the lake yet this year, and I'm dying to try out my new bathing suit."

Little do you know, little sister, I thought to myself. We're all dying to try out your new bathing suit!

Anyway we packed the stationwagon with an array of junk and supplies for the day. It took about an hour and a half to wind our way into the hills and arrive at Lake Windman. It was still early in the season, so traffic was light.

During the long drive none of us made any suspicious comments or moves. Little sister didn't suspect a thing as we turned down the dirt road and bumped our way up to the lake. There was a little cabin there that Daddy used to rent for part of the season. He had gotten the key for us, so Joan un locked the chain across the road and I drove up to the cabin, parking under a tall tree.

"Okay, everyone, out you go!" I said. "We're here!"

"Oh, how grand!" said Christine. "I'm really going to enjoy this day."

Joan and I exchanged looks. Not half as much as brother Henry is going to enjoy it, Sis, I thought. You just wait until he gets here!

"Open the door to the cabin, Joan," said Christine, "so that I can go in and change. I'm dying to get down to the lake."

Joan opened the cabin and Chris went in at once and began to change her clothes. Joan cast me a look.

"Okay, Sandy, get to work."

While the other girls were busy unpacking the car I followed Chris into the cabin. She was standing next to the kitchen table with her foot resting on one of the chairs as she untied the laces of her tennis shoes. I went over to the table and sat down to watch her.

Christine smiled at me gaily as she pulled off her shoes and dropped them to the floor. Next came her blouse, which she unbuttoned quickly and dropped. My eyes widened as I sat staring at Chris' lovely young stomach and arms. Her skin was flawless as cream. Beautiful! So pure and tasty-looking that I began to feel twinges of lust in my belly.

Christine rummaged through her satchel and brought out a pretty little bikini she had bought on sale just after Christmas. She had been saving it all these months. She had been saving a lot of things that she was going to get a chance to use today, including that sweet-meat little virgin pussy of hers!

Christine looked at me and smiled again unsuspectingly as she reached around back and unsnapped the hook of her bra. The garment fell forward, revealing the tear-drop cute little nubbins of her tits. God, what fantastic little tits! They looked like marshmallows, yummie as hell, soft and squeezable.

I watched silently as she unzipped the front of her blue jeans. She lowered them from her hips to expose the flat of her belly, creamy thighs, hard round little knees. She kicked them off and added them to the pile.

Now all Chris was wearing were her panties. They were white, shadowed at the crotch by the light-colored hair of her pussy. As she climbed out of the panties I could see that the hair looked fine as spun gold, curly, kinky, soft. The most adorable, precious little muff I'd ever laid eyes on.

Now Chris was standing in front of me without a stitch of clothing on. What a sight to behold! She looked like Lolita. She looked like a fresh, tasty sweet piece of candy just out of the box. God, would I like to get my hands on her!

I pulled myself together. Chris was already getting suspicious with me sitting there staring at her that way. I tried to make myself say something, but I couldn't think of a thing but that candy-sweet little pussy of hers just a few feet away from me.

Finally I made my move. I pulled a long, fat joint from out of my pocket and laid it on the table. Chris didn't notice; she was too busy beginning to put on her little bikini to notice anything.

"Chris," I said, picking up the joint and some matches. "Here, why don't you have a toke before we go out? It'll make the day seem a lot nicer."

Chris looked at me aghast. "Is that ... dope?" she said, horrified. "Is that marijuana?"

"Of course." I grinned. "Try some." As she watched, I lit the joint and took a long deep drag, holding it in my lungs for some time. I held out the smoke for her to take it.

"No, not me!" she said, shaking her head violently. "I don't smoke ... dope!"

"Come on, little Sis," I urged. "Stop being such a little prude."

"I'm not a prude!" she protested.

"Well then try some pot." I took another toke, grinning stupidly, and held the joint out again.

"No!"

"What are you so afraid of, Chris?" I asked. "Are you afraid you're going to enjoy life a little?"

"I'm not afraid of anything," said Chris. "And I'm not a little prude. I just ... just don't believe in doing things like that. They're not nice."

"Oh, you'd be surprised how nice it is." I grinned again. I was starting to get stoned. Time was suddenly moving very slowly, and the sight of my little sister standing there all naked made my mind reel with all kinds of feelings and evil thoughts.

"Well, if you're not a prude," I added, "have some dope. You've never even tried it. How can you disapprove of something you've never even tried?"

Chris was looking at me strangely. She stood with her hands clenched and against her hips, staring at me with her lips pressed poutingly together.

"What's the matter," I taunted. "Are you chicken?"

"I'm not chicken!" she blurted out. "And I'm not a prude and I'm not afraid of anything! Here, give me that silly cigarette of yours. I'll show you!"

Chris took the joint from my fingers and placed it in her mouth. My heart leapt with joy. Chris was toking on a joint! And inexperienced as she was, she'd very shortly be stoned out of her gourd. That would make the battle a lot easier.

Chris puffed awkwardly on the roach.

"Here, do it like this." I coached her. "Take it all in and hold it. That's it, hold your breath for as long as you can." To illustrate, I held my palm flat against the front of her stomach, pressing in lightly. God, what a rush! My hand against little sister's naked, downy-smooth little belly!

In a minute she handed the joint back to me. She was blinking her eyes in a confused way. She coughed daintily, sneezed, looked for a long time down at the top of the table, and then sat down.

"How do you feel, Chris?" I asked.

"What? Huh?" she asked, disturbed from her revery. "Oh, uh, I guess I feel alright. Uh, you know, kind of ... strange. Uh, what ... what were we talking about?" She lost her train of thought and looked up at me with a vacant depth to her blue eyes.

"We were talking about how you feel," I said, trying not to snicker behind my hand.

"Oh, yeah. I feel good. Wow! It sure is nice and pleasant up here at the lake isn't it, Sandy?" she said. "I'm so glad I came. Thank you for inviting me.

Gee, we're going to have such a swell time!"

Poor child, I said to myself, stoned as a twit! I grinned, pleased with myself and already thinking about the seduction which was yet to come.

"Why don't we go on down to the lake?" I suggested. "The others are probably swimming already."

"Yes!" said Chris, getting up from the table so quickly that she bumped her hip recklessly against it. "Oh!" She rubbed her smooth, lean thigh with her hand and smiled. "Let's go!"

Chris bounded across the room, headed toward the door. I watched her, the perky little cheeks of her ass bouncing delightfully as she went.

"Chris!" I called. "Don't you think you should put your bikini on first?"

"Yes!" She squealed, giggling uncontrollably. "I forgot all about it!"

We walked down the slope to the lake. Chris beside me was bright-eyed and cheery. Her big blue eyes were taking it all in, the trees, the dazzlingly blue cloud-studded sky, and the lake, flat and smooth as a mirror.

"Oh, Sandy! Isn't it beautiful here!" she cooed with a childish look of amazement.

Down at the lake my sisters were already splashing around in the water. Since the lake was practically deserted they had stripped off their clothes to do it in the buff. So there they were, five giddy broads jumping around with their tits dangling and hairy cunts splashed by the water that they flung at each other.

Christine tested the water gingerly with her toe.

As she did Joan gave me a look. I nodded and smiled. Phase one of our plan had worked.

"Come on in, Chris!" yelled Judy, flinging water at her.

Chris screamed happily, retreating from the shore then daring back to kick the water back at Judy. But when she did three of the girls took her by the arms and pulled her head-first into the water with them. They plunged around, diving, dunking each other, squealing, and generally messing it up.

Joan came up to me on the shore. Without a word she nodded up the hill. I turned and looked. There, half-hidden beneath a tall stand of pine trees was the old Chevy belonging to one of Henry's buddies.

"Come on, Sandy," said Joan. "Let's go for a swim."

I doffed my clothes, flinging them happily onto the ground, and dived head-first into the warm lake water. We frolicked around for what seemed like a long time. Chris was still stoned as hell, giggling, gazing around her with a vacant expression that showed no signs of wearing off.

"Why don't you take off that silly bikini?" said Bobbi to Christine, surfacing behind her in the water.

"Yeah," said Judy. "Why don't you get naked like the rest of us?"

Christine looked around her. "Well," she said, "I guess there's nobody around to see...."

"Naw, we're all alone here. Take it off, Chris!"

The girls swooped at her, tugging, pulling, unsnapping, until Chris' bikini had been wrested bodily from her. Her tits swung free against her, released by the tight-fitting little bikini top. When Bobbi pulled off the bottoms of her swim suit, Chris's beautiful snatch came wetly into view. Her golden hair was matted with water, plastered in swirling patterns across the creamy pale skin of her belly.

"There, doesn't that feel better?" asked Sherry, throwing her arms into the air and swinging from side to side, her ample tits waving lazily in the warm air.

"Yes, I guess it does!" said Chris, nonetheless still standing with her arms folded modestly in front of her, hiding those luscious tits.

"Don't hide yourself, Sis," said Bobbi, pulling Chris's arms apart. "Let your tits hang out in the air!"

So saying, Bobbi scooped up handfuls of water, splashing it against Chris's front so that it drenched her pert little tits, running in glistening rivulets down her belly, hips and thighs.

"Yeah!" I joined in. "Get the feel of the water, Chris!" I palmed the water, splashing it against Chris's tits with my hand, rubbing the warm green liquid against her, feeling those silly pretty little tits of hers. My sisters joined me, scooping up the water and slapping it against Christine's body, drenching her with water and feeling her all over with their hands.

Chris was overwhelmed by the attention. "Oh, gee," she said delightfully, "that feels great! The water is so warm!"

Christine was surrounded by her six sisters, all of them splashing her, giggling hysterically, and smearing their hands provocatively all over her body. I stood behind Chris and looked at those shapely narrow hips of hers. Her fine ass cheeks were the color of fresh peaches, and covered with a fine downy blonde fuzz.

I scooped up some more water and lashed it against her ass, rubbing my hands all over her, all over those fleshy orbs of her cheeks. I'd never felt anything nicer in my whole life. God, what a fine little ass Chris had!

With my hand I could feel the narrow crack that ran between her ass cheeks, down between her legs, and up again at the base of her furry little belly. As she stood there with her legs spread slightly I could even see the little snatch of cunt hair between her legs. Right then I wanted nothing more than to stick my hand between her legs from behind, to feel that warm moist crack and let my fingers dawdle in the hot crack of her pussy.

Joan saw the rapt expression on my face and grinned. She knew how much I was lusting after my little sister. I'm sure she shared my thoughts, too, because I could see her staring at Chris with the same hungry glint in her eyes. At once Joan and I both rushed forward and threw our arms around Chris. She squealed girlishly as we grappled with her, forcing her down into the water, our hands feeling her tits, belly and the curly patch of her velvet hair.

"Oh no!" cried Chris, laughing merrily. "Don't, you guys! I'll get my hair all wet!"

We dunked her anyway, all six of us piling on top of her and forcing Chris into the water. The lake churned with flailing legs, arms splashing, shouting, and laughter. If anyone had been watching from shore they would have thought it was a convention of drunken mermaids.

After wrestling around in the water for a while, we headed out for a serious swim. Joan and I swam about a third of the way Out into the lake and then turned around to head for shore. Chris was right along with us, so that by the time the three of us got back we were pretty well pooped. We flopped down onto the warm sand, breathing heavily.

I watched Chris as she shook the water out of her long hair. She wrung it, shook her head cutely from side to side, and let her hair hang over her shoulders in wet swirling strands. Her skin was glowing with the effects of the sun. I kept glancing at her bobbing tits, those succulent little gumdrops, and wishing I could just jump on top of her right then. How would Chris react to her older sister suddenly attacking her? She had mellowed a lot since morning. Still, I didn't think she was cool enough to handle anything heavy. She would, though, once Henry got hold of her. And the way things were looking, that wouldn't be long.

All seven of us were sitting there, butt-naked. Joan scooted over next to Chris and placed her arm around Chris's shoulder.

"Having a good time?" Joan asked. "Are you enjoying yourself, Sis?"

"I sure am!" said Chris. "I haven't had such a good time since I don't know when."

"Good!" Joan smiled. She placed her hand on Chris's knee and squeezed it. Chris nuzzled against her, letting her head rest sleepily against Joan's shoulder.

Maybe I was wrong about Chris after all, I thought. Maybe she had come farther than I had suspected. The sun and water seemed to have accomplished something that we all thought was impossible. Chris was relaxed, her true sensual nature showing through. Not only was she leaning affectionately against Joan's shoulder, but she actually turned her head and kissed her on the cheek.

I moved over next to Chris. Without saying anything I placed my arm around her shoulder, too. Chris just looked over at me with a loving smile. I kissed her cheek, letting my warm moist lips feel the creamy smoothness of her milk-pure skin.

Chris looked up at me with her stoned eyes. She closed her eyes, leaned forward, and kissed me fully right on the mouth!

Those sensuous lips of hers felt like pure heaven against mine. I kissed her back firmly, and when I slipped the tip of my tongue in between her lips, she didn't resist. She only nudged herself more affectionately against me.

Sister Christine was turned on! I could feel her chest heaving slightly, and I knew that within that pretty breast of hers her heart was pounding like a little bird's. The other girls all gathered around then. Bobbi reached out her hand and placed it against Chris's leg, letting it rest there for a moment, and then rubbing provocatively back and forth, feeling the length of Chris' smooth leg from her knee all the way up to her thigh.

Judy had moved around behind. She placed her legs around Chris' sides, squeezing her with her knees. Then Judy picked up a handful of sand and let it dribble through her fingers, falling in tickling little grains one by one down Chris's back. Chris straightened. Her back was smooth, slightly curved toward the bottom where it met those gorgeous little ass cheeks. Between her shoulders her shoulder blades were soft and well-defined. Judy dropped the dry sand all over Chris' back.

"Oh, that feels neat!" Chris squirmed from side to side.

Just then sister Patty moved up next to Bobbi. Taking hold of Chris' foot, she toyed with it, tugging playfully at the small toes, running her fingers along the side and bottom of it. Chris giggled, wiggling her toes ticklishly.

"Oh, Patty!" she cooed. "That tickles!"

Looking down at my younger sister, I couldn't resist the temptation to reach out and touch her shoulder. My eager fingers glided over her radiant skin. I felt the roundness of her shoulder, the slim firmness of her narrow arms. Her neck was long and ivory white. Suddenly I dropped my hand, taking one of her pert little tits and lifting it. I squeezed it, rubbing my palm all over it and mashing it gently against her.

As expected, Chris didn't resist. She leaned her head back luxuriously, closing her eyelids. I heard her sigh softly, taken away by the warm sexy feeling my hand was producing inside of her.

Sherry joined me, taking Chris's other tit and squeezing it playfully. I could tell Christine liked having her two sisters playing with her tits because in a moment her two pink nipples stood up just as hard as pellets. I snapped at the nipple with my thumb, tweaking it so that it stood up more erect than ever.

I could see sister Joan kissing Chris's shoulder, running the red tip of her tongue all down the length of her arm, then back up again. She stopped at the hollow of Chris's arm, swathing her tongue in maddening little circles across the sensitive skin there. I could feel Chris shiver, her whole body trembling from the tip of her toes to the very top of her head.

Running my hands over Chris's still-wet skin, I began to get really turned on. I could feel a lusty twinge deep in my belly. My cunt was drenched, dripping with my fragrant cunt-juices. My tits were swelling like ripe fruits. God, I loved the feel of Christine's body!

Suddenly, I leaned forward. I placed my lips against Chris' belly and kissed her, running my tongue over her salty-sweet skin. I worked my lips downward, kissing her belly button, the knobs of her narrow hips. And then it was there, right in front of me. Chris' sweet-smelling little pussy was right before my eyes. I licked my lips with my tongue. Bobbi and Patty pulled Chris's legs apart for me as I lowered my head to take her fantastic little pussy into my mouth.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Chris leaned back, moaning as I plied my mouth to her luscious belly. My mouth closed on her velvety trough, sucking eagerly at her pussy. I couldn't believe I was actually sucking my little sister's cunt. I was like a kid with a sweet sugar-sprinkled pastry, devouring it with appetite and abandon.

Chris moaned again as I dipped my tongue into her pouty lips. Her cunt tasted so good. Those chubby little vulvular lips slid apart easily to admit my tongue, and I could taste the pungent sweetness of it. Her pussy juices were rising. They seeped out of her and into my mouth. I could smell them. They smelled like Elmer's glue, but sweeter. Oh, she tasted as good as cream cheese!

I extended my tongue deep into Christine's pussy, worming it around with daring slashes, up, down, and side to side in her incomparable little slit. Meanwhile my other sisters were wasting no time. Joan was kissing Chris's neck, rubbing her hand over little Sister's pillow-soft tits. From behind, Sherry was jutting her crotch up against her, kissing Chris's shoulder, neck and sides.

Beside me I could see Bobbi running her hands and mouth up the stream-lined length of Chris's legs. And Patty on the other side was doing the same, circling Chris's kneecap with her tongue until little sister began to squirm and moan with delighted little half-breaths from her wide pale lips.

"Oh, wow, Sandy! That feels wonderful!"

Chris spread her legs wider, exposing her crotch even more. I loved the look of it, the way the little V of hair, tawny gold like excelsior, trimmed the base of her belly. Her hair was fine, crinkly and soft as it could be. I could feel her pussy hair against my cheek as I went right on sucking at her. I clamped my mouth firmly on her cunt, pressing my tongue against her clit, pressuring it until the tiny little spike rose erect.

Now I swathed my tongue from side to side. I would start on her fuzz-smooth thigh, working my tongue around in wide circles. I worked my way up to her crotch and licked at the warm hollow just beside her little pussy. The skin here was moist, smooth, and I knew it gave little Sis a real thrill the way I was tonguing her there.

Sticking out my tongue, I would slash it sideways across her cunt, right across those puffy little folds of skin, the downy hair, the slick naked interior. Chris would stiffen as I did this. Her hands would grasp at the sand, her fists clenched tight as I probed her with my tongue.

I worked her to a fever pitch of sensation. Chris's breath was heaving. I could hear her panting and moaning again with helpless little animal sounds from deep in her throat. But just then I felt a hand on my own leg. Bobbi was so aroused that she reached over and began stroking my thigh. Her hand smoothed lightly over my sensitive skin. She even reached between my legs from behind and pushed her hand up under my crotch. I could feel her gentle inquisitive fingers frisking around at the base of my belly. Bobbi found my slit, tickled it, and delved her finger deep inside of me.

Wow! What a sensation. There I was, sucking off my little sister while my other sister poked her finger into my pussy. I could sense that the other girls were stimulating each other as well. Sherry, still sitting behind Chris on the beach, had leaned over to kiss Joan on the ear. One thing led to another and before long they were both kissing not just each other, but Chris as well. The three of them were huddled with mouths locked together, their tongues probing each other with wet, sloppy kisses. I could hear them making muffled little mews and moans.

Now Judy, who had been helping sister Patty with the kissing and stroking of Chris's side, leaned over against me. I felt her hands reach around my front to firmly clasp my tits. She squeezed me, so tight that I almost cried out. But I endured it, letting her massage me until my tits were gloriously plump and swelling with lusty excitement.

Judy pressed her whole body against me. I could feel her lusty pendulous tits against my smooth back. She smeared herself against me, still rubbing my tits with her hands. Her lips fastened on the back of my neck, sucking at me until a series of tremendous shivers cascaded all the way down my long spine.

What a torrid scene we were making on the deserted beach! But it occurred to me just then that we were not alone on the shore of the lake. I remembered seeing Henry's car hidden up above under the pine trees. What a sight this must be for him, I thought. I hoped little brother was enjoying himself, seeing his seven sisters groping and kissing each other down here on the beach!

As I dipped my tongue once more into Chris's tepid cunt, Judy sidled up against my side. I could feel her cheek against mine, her mouth working its way sloppily across Chris's sensitive, quivering little belly.

From the side, Judy's mouth touched mine. Then she moved in closer to kiss Chris's pussy as well, and we both lay there, side by side, lavishing our little sister with the most intimate kissing, poking our tongues into her pussy, kissing each other, and mingling our saliva, Chris's pussy juice and the sweet-salty perspiration from her skin.

Chris was going wild. Her legs were thrashing from side to side. She was moaning regularly now, and I could feel her stomach muscles tensing, relaxing, then tensing again as Judy and I mashed our mouths against her pussy.

"Oh, Sandy! Judy! That feels wonderful! Please don't stop! I love the feel of your two mouths on my pussy. I love it!"

Chris had spread her legs very wide apart, allowing us freer access to all her private parts. I swashed my tongue around in every direction. I licked her pussy, her thighs, the base of her quivering belly, and her legs all the way down to her knees.

Judy took hold of Chris's leg and I took the other. At once we both pushed upward, levering Chris backward in the sand. Doing this exposesd the slim little crack of her ass. Her cheeks were taut and firm, slightly pitted from the grainy sand on which she had been sitting.

I placed my tongue between the crack of her cheeks and ran it upward, not stopping until I had licked her all the way up to the top of her cunt lips and that pert little nipple of her clit. I repeated myself, tonguing that narrow ass-crack. But this time I let my tongue slip down into it to feel the warmth of her fleshy crack.

Searching around with my tongue, I found it. There, just beneath my slippery tongue, was her tight little rim of an ass hole. Chris squirmed violently as I plied my tongue to it, exciting it with licks and dabs.

When Chris got in the car this morning to come with us to the lake, I bet she never would have dreamed that before the day was over her big sister would be sticking her tongue into that marvelous little ass of hers! Chris's ass was a tight, puckered little aureole of muscle. It tightened more as I perturbed it with my tongue, but I could tell that Chris loved every minute of it, moaning now louder than ever.

"Oh, God, Sandy!" she groaned. "That feels so fucking super!"

I tongued her squirming little ass until Chris could barely stand it anymore. But rather than quit at that point, I pressed my tongue against the tight orifice and forced it inside. I thought little sister would go crazy when I did this. She squeezed her legs tightly against the sides of my head, trapping me between her warm thighs, cuddling me with trembling excitement.

Naughty as I was for frenching little sister this way, I did not go without my punishment. Or was it a reward? While I was forcing my tongue even deeper into Chris's tiny ass hole, I felt Bobbi's hand working up again between the cheeks of my ass. I knew what was coming and a shiver of delight and expectation ran throughout my frame. Sure enough, she did it. Bobbi pressed the point of her finger against my own ass hole and suddenly poked it right inside!

I was wild with sensation. It felt good beyond all possibility. She squiggled her finger around inside of me, ticking it from side to side, knifing around and driving me halfway up the wall with ass-stretching exciting little tingles of pleasure.

But matters didn't stop there. Mother, was I surprised when Judy too reached her hand up between my legs! I nearly jumped out of my skin when, while Bobbi probed her finger around in my ass, Judy dragged her palm across my pussy, sending sparks of wonderful feeling shooting through my belly in all directions.

Judy's fingers pried at the lips of my cunt, drawing them apart so that my creamy sap could trickle out and dampen both her hand and the curly locks of my pussy mane. She dipped her finger into it like a pen into an inkwell. She twirled her finger around, causing ripples of feeling like a stick stirring a puddle of water.

Her nimble little fingers took hold of my pussy's erect little clit. Being a girl herself, Judy knew right where to find it. She grasped it, rolling it back and forth between her fingers like a pencil. It felt so incredible that I moaned quite loudly.

When she had finished teasing me that way she placed two fingers point-blank against the entrance to my cunt. I held my breath, knowing what was about to happen to me. Sure enough, she crammed both fingers inside of me, forcing them between the gaping lips of my pussy and ramming them in all the way up to her knuckles.

With two fingers inside of me she could scissor them back and forth, stretching the pliable walls of my pussy and wringing every bit of incredible sensation out of my excitably sensitive little cunt.

I felt like somebody had put an egg-beater inside of me and turned it on. With Bobbi poking her finger up my ass and Judy gashing her fingers around in my pussy, there was nothing left for me to do but grit my teeth and feel my belly flutter, the aroused juices flowing like a dam-break from the inside of my cunt.

My pussy was soapy-wet. I could feel the frothy sap slopping around with Judy's fingers. I could smell it, too, smell my own sweet-sour cunt juices as they drenched my sister's fingers. There was no stopping it, and no stopping sister's crazy fingers as they swirled around inside of me.

Meanwhile I kept right on sucking Chris's cunt. I swiped my tongue at it lustily, worrying her clit with the pink tip of it and reaming her darling little cunt-slit.

My face was drenched with Chris's sap. I could feel it wet and sloppy all over my lips. It dribbled off my chin like saliva. I licked my lips, smacking them together and savoring the rich taste of her.

I was so turned on now that I didn't know what would happen. I felt like my belly would explode with intense sensation. My nerves were jangled, sputtering, like live wires, the electricity just sparking with a white-hot spreading glow.

The tangy taste of Chris's pussy, Judy's nimble fingers plying my pussy, and Bobbi's finger swamping around in my ass-it was all too much. I clenched my fists, trying to hold out for the last bit of feeling, but it was too late. I was already past the point of no return. A sudden movement of Judy's fingers inside of me and it was all over. I came like crazy, moaning, crying out loud, and jutting my hips forward and back like a rutting bull.

I came with the ecstasy of a whole series of fireworks. It was a mini-Fourth of July. My head erupted with a bright, popping spectacle of sensation. All at once my whole body tensed like spring steel. My cunt muscles clamped around Judy's fingers. My ass vised tight around Bobbi's. My belly was like a rubber band twirled around and around just to the point of breaking.

Then I came again. Snap, snap! My body released itself. It was like falling over a cliff. I soared with sensation and my cunt gushed its come-juices so profusely that I drenched Judy's and Bobbi's hands with the sticky warm gooey cream.

And then it was over. I could feel my two sister's arms encircling me. They were hugging me and kissing my neck and shoulders. Judy slid in beside me. She was kissing my face and Chris's pussy, first one then the other, until I could feel Chris's cuntjuice smeared all over my face, sticky, glistening and warm.

Now it was Judy's turn to eat out our little sister. She covered Chris's pussy with her mouth and began sucking violently. Her hair fell down across Chris's thighs and belly, draping across her velvet white skin. Judy's head was bobbing up and down and I could hear the loud sound of her lips smacking against little Sis's tangy-tasting pussy.

Bobbi had crawled up a bit so that she could drag her mouth across Chris's stomach and sides. She tongued her way all the way up to Chris's armpit, which she kissed and sucked, getting the fine downy patch of hair there drenched with her slimy saliva.

I ran my hands down Bobbi's trim hips and thighs. I had never noticed how graceful Bobbi was before. Her body was lean, but soft and perfectly-formed. Even her ass was poutingly round and bouncy, and when my fingers clutched it small depressions of fleshy skin formed beneath them.

Spreading Bobbi's legs, I pushed my head up between them. She was lying on her stomach, but-even so I had no trouble in working my face up to the base of her belly. There it was, Bobbi's gaping cream-trickling hair-tufted little cunt.

I was still hungry for sister-pussy. And why not? My sisters all tasted so good! I stuck out my tongue, tickling her lips with it. I ran it up the rim of her slit, just touching her tiny clit and leaving it sparkling with a drop of my saliva.

Her beaver was sloppy with her own cream. The lips of her cunt were parted slightly and I could see the pink interior of it, sleek and warm, just waiting for my mouth to taste it. I wrapped my lips around it, squeezing her cunt lips together with my sharp teeth. I did this delicately, but still the sensation was enough to cause Bobbi to wriggle her hips and moan out loud.

Her curved little ass was quaking as I nipped her cunt lips and that tantalizing little spike of her clit. My teeth took in a small cluster of her cunt hair, pulling at it, nipping, until Bobbi squeezed her legs against me and moaned.

"Oh, Sandy!" she cried. "You sure know how to suck a sister's cunt! Oh, stick your tongue inside of me again! Oh, yes! Yes! Fuck, that feels great!"

While I was frenching Bobbi out, I stretched both hands up over her hips, stomach and sides. There I found the ripe knobs of her tits. They felt like foam rubber against my palms, so soft, round, and resilient. I squeezed them like pats of dough, kneading them, teasing the nipples. I poked my tongue all the farther up into her pussy.

Meanwhile my other sisters were not wasting time. Joan, Sherry, and Patty were busy kissing Chris, and each other, and running their hands all over every bit of exposed flesh they could find. Their hands were grappling at each other's tits, feeling each other's pussies and pressing each other's bodies in an ecstatic wrestling bout.

With Judy's head cradled between Chris's legs, sucking her, and the other three girls man-handling her with their hands and mouths all over the place, poor Chris was in a delirium of unbelievable sensation. I could hear her moaning, thrashing her legs about and jutting her hips harder and harder against her sister.

Chris was so turned on that at one point she reached out and grasped Patty by the hips. Pulling her sister up against her, she pressed her mouth eagerly into her crotch. I never thought I'd live to see the day when prudish Chris would be giving one of her sisters a blow job, but it was happening! And, damn, it looked like she was doing a sucking good job of it, too!

Chris lapped her tongue against Patty's pussy. She smacked her lips against that furry little muff, tasting it, mouthing it, lashing at it greedily with her tongue. Chris was moaning almost as loud as Patty was, and it was hard to tell which one was having the best time.

"Oh, I love the taste of your cunt, Patty!" said Chris in a throaty voice. "It tastes like cream filling! Yummie!"

Patty threw back her head and closed her eyes. It was the best blow-job she'd had all day.

"For an amateur, Chris," she said, somewhat breathlessly, "you do pretty well!"

But Chris was only beginning to warm up.

"You taste so great, Patty," Chris moaned, "that I want to taste all my sisters! I want to suck all your pussies! Every one of them!"

So saying, Chris grabbed Sherry by the wrist and pulled her downward. Sherry eagerly opened her legs, scooting down across the sand with her butt. Chris looked at her buttery-wet cunt and licked her lips. "Ummm!" she said, as she closed her eyes and gobbled it with her mouth.

Sherry immediately threw back her head with a gasp. Her mouth fell open with surprise and the wonder of the sensation. Chris's eager little mouth worked on her like the surf smashing against the shore. Soon Sherry's twat was numb with pleasure. Her whole belly gleamed with it, tightened with the knot of rising climax.

Next it was Joan's turn, then Bobbi's and then ... mine! Chris slapped her wet lips against my pussy with an eager, breath-taking avidity. Her tongue sliced its way across my cunt lips, dipped inside of me, careened around inside of me like a pink little swashbuckler. It was a carnal feast, little sister devouring my pussy like a connoisseur, swiping that liquid tongue all over my belly and gripping me with a suspenseful rise of sensation that held me motionless, transfixed with feeling until, licking her lips and grinning, she withdrew her face from between my legs.

"God, Chris, that was the finest blow-job I've ever had!" I said. "Oh, come here and let me kiss your mouth!"

I pulled Chris on top of me, her tender tits smashing against mine and her whole body lying light as a feather on top of me. As our mouths met, sucking, tongues slashing together, the other girls piled on top of us. It was a skin-fest, all our naked bodies squirming, pressing sweatily against one another in a mass of tits, arms, legs, mouths, and shimmering skin.

We were all laughing and giggling now. Chris was stroking my hair as she kissed me. Her wide eyes expressed a happy, grateful calmness. A tiger inside of her had been released, and now she knew for certain that there was nothing to fear from her so long caged sexuality.

"Isn't sex wonderful!" she said. "God, if this is what it's like, why didn't I try it sooner?"

"Sooner?" said Joan. "Why you're hardly more than a kid now!"

"Oh, yeah?" said Chris with a gleam in her eye. "Maybe you need me to give you another blow-job, Joan, just to show you how old I really am!"

Joan laughed agreeably, nodding her head emphatically. "You've got a point there," she said. "Still, a talented tongue isn't everything. A little experience goes a long way."

"Well, that's just what I want," said Chris. "Experience! And when can I start, right now?"

Joan grinned smugly. "You've already started, Sis. That was the first lesson, which you passed with flying colors."

"Yeah, passionate pink!" quipped Bobbi, winking and smacking her lips.

"But now you've got to pass your midterm exams," Joan went on.

"My midterms?" said Chris. "Well, okay! I'm ready. Bring 'em on."

"Okay, Chris, you asked for it," said Joan. "Here it comes!"

With that Joan, grinning widely, raised her arm and pointed over Chris's shoulder. Turning around, Chris' mouth dropped open in surprise. Her eyes were wide as silver dollars and just as bright with the glorious spectacle they beheld.

There, standing at the edge of the shore, was dear brother Henry. He was butt-naked, his hands jauntily on his hips, a wicked grin on his lips and, dangling from his belly, the biggest, purplest, stiffest, most hungry-looking hard-on any woman has ever seen.

"Holy cow!" said Chris. "Is that my test, brother Henry?"

"Now you've got the idea," said Joan. "And we're just going to sit right here and watch the whole thing."

Henry strolled across the beach. His skin was shimmering with sunlight and perspiration. His manly prick was dangling heavily, swinging one way then the next as he swaggered toward his sisters.

He didn't say a word. His eyes were riveted on Chris, taking in the fantastic sight of her naked, shapely, creamy body lying in the sand in front of him. He climbed the beach, his eyes transfixing her with a steady gaze and his huge, swelling cock nosing up menacingly from between his legs.

My sisters and I stayed just where we were. We wanted to see this bout from close range, and sitting in a circle around our sister Chris, we would be able to see, feel, and taste every smidge of cherry-popping lust that was about to erupt as Henry took our virgin sister with his thick hairy cock.

In a way it was kind of like a pagan sacrifice. Chris was lying there in the sand, completely naked, her big blue eyes looking up at her brother with all the innocence, purity, and surprise just welling up inside them. She blinked her eyes as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. His muscular chest bulged with neat roundness, his hips narrow, the curl of his hair falling down across his forehead to give him a villainous touch-and of course that monstrous glistening prick standing up from between his legs.

Chris looked at him with wonder in her eyes. It was at once a terrifying and exciting thing for her to see. Her belly was quivering to feel that shaft of his glide smoothly inside of her, and yet the size of it sent chills down her back. Could he really get that monster in her cunt?

Henry fell down to his knees. Chris could see his prick, a tiny drop of glass-like liquid dribbling from the end of it as Henry reached down and placed his hands on her knees. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't. He pulled her knees apart, spreading her legs wide so that he could see the exposed slit of her pussy. He looked at her with admiration.

Henry's eyes were dazzled. He had been looking forward to today, to getting his pole into sister Christine's tight little pussy, for a long time. He could see it there, nestled damply between her legs, a pink, fat-lipped, narrow little slit graced with a halo of fine golden hair.

Just the sight of it made Henry's mouth water. His cock was swelling more than ever with the prospect of fitting itself like a padlock key into the warm, slippery, pleasure-filled slit between her legs. Ah, little sister Chris's adorable virgin pussy! It was like a ripe fruit fresh from the vine, and Henry's greedy prick was going to pop it like a grape. He was going to rip his way into Chris' waiting empty belly and keep on going until he had fucked her within an inch of her young life.

Having spread her legs, Henry now ran his hands up over them. He felt the honey smoothness of her skin, warm from the sunshine and just barely glazed with a sheen of perspiration. She had the most lovely body he had ever laid eyes on, skin like satin, a figure slim as a nymph's, and pouty-wet sensual lips that he couldn't wait to get his mouth on.

Henry's hands went up over Chris' thighs. She stiffened, arching her back; but she didn't resist. She waited for brother Henry to slip his blade into her sheath. Up moved his hands until he was feeling her bony hips, round prominent hips, then her narrow waist, her belly punctuated cutely with that shallow depression of her navel, lightly ringed with a fine downy fuzz of hair.

All at once Henry's hands surged upward, seizing both Chris's heaving breasts. He captured them like little birds, white little birds that seemed to flutter with the heaving rise and fall of her chest. Chris was breathing heavily. Excitement, lust, and a pervasive kind of heat radiated from her flat belly all the way throughout her body. It was like pins and needles all over her, a prickly yearning to feel brother's giant cock surge its way up into the snug canal of her cunt.

Henry's hands squeezed Chris's tits. He mashed them manfully, pressing the erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The nipples grew like buds opening up, and her creamy tits seemed to swell to his touch. Chris's cunt was sloppy with love juice. Looking down, Henry could see it, a clear thick ooze drooling warmly from the finely-haired lips of her pussy. His cock jerked, the muscles of his body tightening with eagerness.

Slowly, deliberately, Henry lowered his face down toward his sister's waiting crotch. His mouth was already watering as his eyes told him how sweet and juicy that pussy of hers was going to be. Chris held her breath, trembling with suspense and yet wanting nothing so much in the whole world as to have Henry put his hot mouth down on her slit.

Getting closer, Henry could smell her feminine fragrance, rich and nostril-filling, so exciting that it made his pulse speed. He opened his mouth and descended. Henry's lips closed on it, taking Sis's pussy all at once. He sucked at it, pulling her wet pussy lips up into his, nipping at them, lipping them with such ferocity that Chris leaned her head back and moaned in sex-derived ecstasy.

Now Henry dived into her. He protracted his tongue like a switch-blade, jamming it warmly into those saucy lips, working it in between them and slicing it needlessly around. All the muscles in Chris' belly tightened; she wiggled her toes and gasped for air as brother Henry raped her twat with his tongue.

"Oh, Henry!" She groaned. "Oh!"

Henry knew how to find her hot spot. His tongue traced a delicate saliva-slick trail up along the ridge of her labia. There at the top he twiddled with the tiny prong of her clitoris, pushing it around, mashing it with his tongue, depressing it, swirling it around in crazy circles, molesting it so artfully that Chris was in a seventh heaven of sensation.

"Oh! Oh! Henry! Don't stop!" She groaned. "Don't ever stop!"

My sisters and I were just sitting around them, observing at close range everything that Henry did to our submissive sister Chris. It was quite a turnon, too, watching him take command of her willing body. Henry really knew where to look when it came to arousing a female. And being females ourselves, my sisters and I were going nuts watching and feeling vicariously everything that Henry did to Chris.

When he dipped his tongue down into her snatch I could feel a swirl of sensation in my belly. And when he raked his tongue upward over the whole length of her slit, snagging mercilessly against the nib of her clit, my whole frame trembled and gooseflesh broke out all over me. God, what Henry was doing! How could the poor thing stand it?

Watching this scene was affecting my other sisters the same as me. For one, Bobbi had dropped her hand into her lap and was frigging herself with her fingers. Seeing her, the others followed suit, touching themselves, each other, squeezing each other's tits and dipping their fingers into each other's wet, ready pussies.

Oh, but that devilish little brother of mine had only begun! In a flash he got back up to his knees. Now he grasped Chris by the hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. I didn't know what he was going to do next, but I could hardly wait to find out. And I knew that whatever it was, it was going to be GOOD!

Henry grabbed her calves with his hands. His fingers dug into her fleshy, firm skin, then began to move slowly up her legs, digging in his sharp thumbnails as he went. He pressed his nails into the sensitive skin, producing a torment of feeling in little Sis' body.

His hands reached her buttocks. Now they were going to have fun! He gripped the round cheeks of her ass. Squeezing them like a pair of tits, he dug his fingers into them. He mashed them, rubbing the cheeks together, stretched them apart so that the hidden dot of her asshole was pried and pressed into a frenzy of titillating awareness.

Henry inserted just the tip of his thumb into the narrow crack of Sis's ass. Wiggling it carefully between those dumpling cheeks, he pressed his thumb against the aureole of her ass like a button ready to be pushed. With his thumb against it, he slowly began exerting a light pressure. Chris knew what was coming and gasped, biting her lower lip with her teeth and holding her breath for the sudden sensation.

Henry pushed his thumb into Chris's ass as though he was going to pick up a bowling ball. But this tender little ass was no hard unfeeling ball made of plastic. It was a tight circle of muscle, with an intricate complex of wires and nerves to the center of her being. When he jammed his thumb into it a sharp pain seared all the way up her spine. Chris gasped, squeezing her ass hole tight around his invading thumb. As he pushed it in deeper her body became overpowered with a jangle of pain, pleasure, sensation, and unbelievable confusion in all her nerve centers, right up to her head.

Chris groaned, bucking her ass upward, the fleshy cheeks trembling with the jolt. She seemed to be in great pain, but as Henry withdrew his thumb partway to hesitate, then shoved it all the way in again, Chris moaned with a pleasured grimace on her face. Could it possibly feel good? I wondered. It must have, because soon Chris was grinning, her eyes closed, and her little asscheeks riding up and down against his hand.

But it was time to move on to bigger and better things. In this case that was none other than brother Henry's massive, forbidding cock. Quickly he drew himself up closer between her legs. His stiff prick nosed against her asscheeks, the tiny trickle of glistening pre-come dabbing against her skin and coming away in a glistening strand of silver, like a spiderweb or a thread of glue from the end of the tube. His plans were soon obvious.

Grasping her asscheeks with his hands, he roughly separated them, exposing her red ass hole that was still gaping from his thumb being in it. Chris knew what was coming but it was too late for her to do anything to save herself. My sisters and I looked on in total disbelief as Henry cocked his hips and prepared to stuff his gigantic cock into that tiny delicate little ass hole.

Poor Chris! Poor little sister! She had never been fucked in the pussy before, much less in the ass, and now Henry was making ready to plug it to her in the rear. It was going to be more than she could bear! I suppressed an impulse to hide my eyes, watching eagerly as Henry drove full-length and all at once into the dark minute ring of her ass hole.

Chris let out a shriek that would have cracked a mirror. Her hands dug into the sand and she flailed her head around from one side to the other. Henry drove his peter up to the hilt in her tender ass, finding the depths of her warm, churning bowels and planting the knobby head of it deep inside of them.

Chris was gasping for breath. Her eyes were wild with pain, shock, and terror. "Oh, God, Henry ... Oh, God, wait ... Oh!" She pleaded with him breathlessly, but little brother paid her no heed. He had eight inches of his powerful cock embedded deep into the cleft of her ass.

He was pumping now like a goat. His hips would slam against her, driving his rigid cock like a ramrod into her. Again and again Henry pumped against her, her ass cheeks slapping against his pelvis, his cock withdrawing part way, covered with slick ass-juices.

"How do you like it, Sis?" asked Henry breathlessly as his hips rhythmed against her. "How do you like to be fucked in your tight little ass?"

"Oh, Christ, Henry!" she bawled. "Please, it hurts!"

"Only for a minute!" he said. "By the time it stops hurting I'm going to roll you over and fuck you in that sweet pussy of yours where you need to be fucked!" v

"Oh, Henry!"

"And you need to be fucked, don't you, Chris?" he asked. "Don't you need for me to stick my cock into your cunt?"

"Oh, yes, Henry!" she confessed with a mixture of panic and passion. "I need you to fuck my pussy! Fuck me! For God's sake, fuck me!"

Just then Henry popped his cock out of Chris's ass. He grasped her hips and lifted her back and up against him. Between her spread legs he could clearly see the gaping, swollen, dripping slit of her pussy. He propped his cock head against it and then drove into her with all his might.

Chris groaned from deep in her throat. I can imagine how it felt, that hoary man-cock ripping its way into her cunt. He planted himself all the way in, so far that his hanging balls bounced gently against her. Again he plunged, forcing himself even further into her so that Chris could do nothing but gasp for air and feel the round swollen length of him within her.

What an incredible scene! Brother Henry was fucking Chris from behind. His cock was driven so deep into her pussy that her ass cheeks were resting against his stomach. Around them my five other sisters and I were all jacking each other off, kissing each other, groping at each other's tits and pussies, and raking each other with our fingers like wildcats. Somebody was sucking my pussy. Somebody else was squeezing my tits hard in her strong little hands. Oh, wow! It was too much to be believed!

Henry drove again into little sister's pussy. I could hear his hips slapping noisily against her ass. His cock slopped in and out of her, withdrawing with a covering of wet cunt-sap that sparkled in the light.

Again Henry pushed into her, but this time Chris peeled her lips back over her teeth. Raked with delicious sensation, she moaned, threw her head wildly back with her eyes closed.

"Oh, Jesus, mother, fuck!" she cried. "I'm coming! I'M COMING!"

Chris flooded him with her creamy come, covering his cock with sticky thick sap that triggered his own climax. Henry popped his wad into Chris' lovely belly, planting his seed in her virgin pussy, wetting it with his come that seeped deep into her accepting cunt.

And I came, too, as one of my sisters tongued my clit. Someone else came, then another. We all came, one after another, lying there on the warm sun-lit beach beside the lake.

CHAPTER EIGHT

So that's the story of sister Chris's deflowering at the hands of my brother Henry. Once we all discovered how much fun seven sisters and one brother could have, we took every opportunity we could to repeat that torrid scene at the deserted lake.

Henry, of course, was the one who was the happiest. With seven horny, willing sisters to choose from, hardly a moment passed when he wasn't screwing one or another of us, or maybe two, or even three at a time.

Eventually little brother packed away to college, but that didn't stop his many sisters from coming up on visitor's day just to keep company with him. Henry was living in a men's dormitory then, and the other young men who lived in the dorm just couldn't believe their eyes when weekend after weekend Henry displayed one gorgeous sister after another.

As far as little Christine was concerned, her prudish days were a thing of the past. They ended that fateful day at the lake when brother Henry stuffed his steely prick into her ass and then into her virgin pussy. Chris liked nothing better than to drive up with me or Joan for the weekend and get fucked by Henry, or go down on him for hours at a time, an occupation her dry, hungry little lips soon learned to enjoy above everything else.

Henry was a natural with the ladies. Those sex-hungry little coeds at his school loved him. Even as a freshman Henry could lay a girl with the aplomb of an Italian movie star. When he unzipped his pants that incomparable cock would make their inexperienced little eyes just sparkle.

"Wow!" they would tell themselves, "I never knew college men were that well hung!"

The coeds were practically fighting for the chance to climb into bed with brother Henry, but he never became cocky about being popular. To him, fucking was the natural state of affairs. He never seemed to get enough of it. He could fuck all week and then be visited by two or three of his sisters on the weekend and his enthusiasm wouldn't flag for an instant. He never hesitated at the chance to hop into bed with any girl that was halfway good-looking.

He fucked his way through college, then charmed his way through medical school, screwing nurses, patients, women doctors-every loose cunt he could find. Henry kept that cock of his well-greased.

Henry became a doctor, but not just an ordinary kind of doctor-a gynecologist. What subject does Henry know better than women? He knows them inside and out, literally, and what he might lack in medical experience he more than makes up in intuition and a captivating magnetism that makes his pretty young female patients feel marvelously better at once.

Just as when Henry was growing up in a household with seven lascivious sisters, he had the perfect set-up. All he had to do all day was sit in his office and wait for the women to come to him. He might as well have hung a sign on his door reading not Henry D. Jones MD, Gynecology, but Come And Get It, Girls! The sex was fantastic!

Henry was still young when he opened his own office. Not yet thirty he had every prospect of a fine profession, good working hours, and all the women he could fuck. He rented a small office in the plush part of town, hiring a nurse who doubled as his receptionist, lab assistant, personal secretary, and only your dirty imagination can tell you what else.

She was a fresh young thing right out of nursing school. She looked like a kewpie doll with great big emerald eyes, a finely-made delicate face, and a figure that would make traffic stop. Henry had an eye for medical talent.

When Henry went to work in the morning he was greeted by his nurse's cheery, sexy smile.

"Good morning, Dr. Jones," she would say, wiggling out from behind her desk to waddle seductively across the room and give him a little peck of a kiss on his cheek.

"Good morning, Miss Womble," Henry would say, patting her familiarly on the pert round rump. And as he was removing his coat and hanging it up in the closet, Miss Womble helping him attentively, of course, he might remark, "Hmm, I like that perfume, Miss Womble. Is it new?"

"Thank you, Doctor." She smiled sweetly. "Yes, I bought it yesterday at one of those expensive shops around the corner. I was hoping you'd like it!"

"Well, how many patients do we have today, Miss Womble?"

"Twelve, Doctor," she said. "All routine exams. Half of those only want refills of their BC pills."

Henry looked up from his papers. Miss Womble was gazing at him with a mixture of sensuous vitality and daring. Dressed in his tailored white doctor's jacket, Henry was quite an arousing picture. Tall, wide-shouldered, with thick athletic arms finely matted with dark, curly hair, he was enough to make any girl's pussy wake up and take note.

Miss Womble boldly pressed herself against him, the starched front of her white nurse's uniform crinkling slightly. Her high-held tits nosed against his shirt front, sticking against him so firmly that he could picture just the way they must look when she had her clothes off. The thought interested him.

"Why, Miss Womble!" he said, amused and amiable. "Are you making overtures?"

"With you, Doctor Jones, I could make whole symphonies!" She grinned, wiggling her ample, bomb-shaped tits against him.

Henry placed his hands on her hips. Squeezing her, he could tell that her waist was narrow and firm. Her hips jutted out prominently, bony and wide, just the way he liked them. Her hair was strawberry blonde, placed in a bun just now but promising to unravel in strands of long-hanging, appealing, gorgeously soft wispy hair. Her new perfume smelled rich in his nostrils, tart and more than a little sensuous. It was faintly reminiscent of that old familiar female fragrance, the one that never failed to arouse his deepest and his longest, interest.

Henry tried to imagine what that cuddly little pussy of hers looked like. He was willing to wager that it resembled nothing more than a sweet honeybun, dripping with creamy, sugary juices, and garnished with a fine golden mane of curly pubic hair. The thought made his cock awaken beneath his fly. Miss Womble could feel it beginning to bulge, too, and pressed herself all the more firmly against him.

"Yes," Henry said, "maybe a long lunch would be a good idea for today. I haven't had a really good meal for a few days."

"Oh, the menu at my place is the best," the nurse promised. "We serve only the finest cuts!"

Just then the door opened and Henry and Miss Womble separated at once to a respectable, professional distance. A young woman entered, her arms loaded with bundles, packages, and boxes which she set down in a tumble all over the sofa.

"Good morning!" said the girl cheerily, stepping across the room toward Henry. "My name is Miss Baker. I had an appointment with you today. I assume you're Doctor Jones?"

"Yes," said Henry, smiling and extending his hand. "And this is my nurse, Miss Womble."

The two women exchanged brief appraising looks. Miss Baker turned back to Henry.

"So nice to meet you!" she said shaking his hand.

Henry looked down at the daily appointments. "Yes," he said, "I see you're first, Miss Baker. Well, you're right on time. Shall we go in?"

"By all means!" said the young woman, following Henry in through the door. Miss Womble sat down at her desk with a huff. She straightened her hair, adjusted her lipstick, and set to typing furiously on the typewriter in front of her.

"Just step into examining room number three, Miss Baker," Henry said, washing his hands at a small sink. "I'll be right with you."

Henry watched as the new patient strolled down the hall. She was a marvelous-looking young thing. Early twenties. Svelt. Long raven hair, fur collar, wide hips and a fleshy ass that swept and swayed glamorously as she walked.

Wow! thought Henry. You don't get patients like that every day!

Henry straightened his necktie and followed her into the little examining room. He closed the curtain. She was sitting cross-legged on the examining table. Henry took a chair opposite.

"Well, Miss Baker, since this is your first visit to my office, let me get a few facts from you. Are you having any problems?"

"No, Doctor, just my routine exam. I'd been wanting to change doctors and I'd heard such marvelous things about you!"

Henry nodded and smiled. His eyes glanced at her knees, which were only partly covered by her short skirt. They were shiny, hard knobs of flesh. Lovely.

"Um," Henry cleared his throat again, "are you on the pill, Miss Baker?" She nodded affirmatively. "Having regular sex, then, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Oh, not regular, I guess." She grinned, her eyes looking him over and liking what they saw. "More like constant. I rather enjoy life that way."

"Yes, of course," he said as professionally as he could. Henry's cock was rising, inevitably and irrepressibly. He had to cross his legs to keep it from being obvious. If ever there were a pussy worth fucking, this was the one. He could almost feel his cock inside that cherry-pink refined muff patch of hers already. But on with business.

"Ever been pregnant or had an abortion?"

She shook her head. "I'm sensual, Doctor, but very careful."

"Hmm," he nodded, jotting down his note and smiling with approval. When he was finished he placed his clip board down on the chair beside him. "Well," he said, his pulse speeding up with excitement, "shall we get on with your examination?"

"Please."

"Would you like the nurse to help you undress?"

"That's not necessary," she said. I'll just strip by myself. Won't take but a jiffy."

With that Miss Baker hopped neatly down from the table. She turned and reached behind her to take hold of her long silver zipper. "Can you lend me a hand?" She glanced over her shoulder at Henry.

"Love to!" he said.

Henry unzipped her clasp all the way down the long slope of her back. Just at the top of her luscious ass cheeks, it stopped and the folds of her dress parted, exposing the most luscious, soft creamy-looking expanse of bare back and shoulders that Henry's professional eye had ever beheld.

Letting the dress drop down over her shoulders, Miss Baker wiggled it off and stepped out of it. Standing there in high heels, panties, bra and long silk stockings, she hung the dress on a hanger and turned back to the doctor. Now she sat on the edge of the table again and began to peel her nylon stockings down her legs. Henry watched with dazzled eyes as she revealed her small round knees and the slender trim length of her calves.

Tossing the nylons aside, Miss Baker unsnapped her bra; it fell forward and off, revealing the most round glorious globes of pale-white cherry-topped tit that Henry would have dared imagine. They were even nicer-looking than he'd hoped they would be.

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you," said Henry casually, "but so far you look healthy as hell!"

"Thank you, Doctor." She grinned. "But wouldn't you like to see the rest?"

"By all means!" he said, riveting his eyes on the lacy white panties that were about to be doffed.

Hooking her thumbs beneath the waistband, Miss Baker curled them down over her wide hips. They went limp, sliding easily down from her belly, down her creamy thighs, and down to her ankles.

Henry's eyes were bulging in his sockets. It was the most marvelous, soft-looking, hair-tufted, pink-lipped little pussy it had ever been his pleasure to see. He wanted to rush up to her and cover it with his greedy mouth. He wanted to suck that cunt like a strawberry malted, suck it dry of its succulent tasty tangy feminine juices.

Henry pulled himself together. "Have a seat on the table, please," he said, gesturing toward the examination bench.

Miss Baker raised herself up to it, plopping her nice ass down neatly. Sitting there on the edge of it, she made no effort to cross her legs or conceal herself. She allowed him to view her snatch proudly, knowing that he would find it engrossing, and that he would be able to see the damp trace of cuntsap that was already welling up inside of her.

Henry began his examination. He checked her breasts, nice globular parcels of woman-flesh so creamy that they almost seemed to melt in his hand. The cherry-pink nipples grew erect as he thumbed them lightly, budding and popping out excitedly to his touch.

"Lie back, please, Miss Baker," he said. She did so, placing her feet in the stirrups in the usual position.

Henry leaned down over the table. His hand was almost trembling as he reached out to touch her. He let the flat of his palm glide effortlessly across her flat stomach, as smooth as freshly-waxed wood.

And then he looked down at the muff of dark hair between her legs.

"Oh, please be gentle," she said, "I'm very sensitive down there."

Henry nodded. He'd be careful alright. He'd be careful to stick his finger inside of her pussy and wiggle it around until she was tossing her head from one side to the next. He was attracted to her cunt like bees to flowers, and his hand touched it at once, smearing around most unprofessionally amid the crinkly mass of her pubic hair and the juicy slit of her pussy.

"Oh, Doctor!" she said, rising up on her elbows to look at him. Her eyes were wide with surprise and delight.

"It's alright, Miss Baker," he said. "Just testing your reflexes."

I'll bet!" she said with a naughty grin. She knew what this horny young doctor was up to. She ought to have, because she had tried so hard to put him up to it!

Henry placed his fingers between the luscious lips of her cunt, feeling the slick smoothness of it. Her fragrance was filling the room, half pussy and half rich perfume. It made his eager cock stand up all the more. Miss Baker could see it bulging the front of his pants and pressing against the side of the examination table.

It was the nicest, tenderest, most succulent piece of woman-flesh his hand had ever touched. His finger frolicked over it, dipping joyously into the wet crevice, tickling at the tiny pink clit and playfully mussing her pussy hair in all directions.

"Oh, Doctor," she said, gazing dreamily up at the ceiling, "this is the nicest examination I've ever had! I'm going to have to come more often to my doctor's office. One shouldn't neglect one's health, you know!"

"Of course not!" agreed Henry, squeezing the lips of her cunt tantalizingly together. "I believe a young woman should see her doctor for an examination as often as every three months or so. Maybe even sooner."

"Oh! I'll remember that, Doctor," she said, wincing a bit from his fingers, which at the moment were thrilling her tender little clit and causing spirals of excitement to climb higher and higher up through her belly.

But Henry, conscientious as he was, wanted to do a more thorough examination. With his two fingers lodged in the lips of her succulent pussy, he cocked his thumb and ran it down between the cheeks of her ass. She could feel his thumb slide down there, touching perilously against the tight little rim of her anus.

Miss Baker half rose, as if she had been jolted with electric shock. Then she fell back against the table, closing her eyes and letting the doctor do his thing.

At the moment Henry's thing was to stick his thumb slowly into the dot of her ass hole. Slowly, agonizingly, in it went until he had sunk it all the way up to his knuckle in her ass. With his two fingers still in her pussy, he had her gripped so that she couldn't move, couldn't even squirm without causing a jam of sensation to clout her in the quivering belly. It was where he wanted her.

Her cunt was sopping wet, so much so that the rich juices dripped down from it, down between her legs to further moisten that little ass hole of hers and make Henry's thumb slide in and out of it all the more easily.

Gripping her that way, Henry suddenly began wiggling his fingers. He thought for a second that Miss Baker was going to writhe right off the table. She was thrashing her head from one side to the other, gripping the sides of the table with white-knuckled, clenched fists.

"Oh, Doctor!" she moaned. "Your bedside manner is unbelievable! Oh! Oh! You sure know how to use those fingers!"

Henry only grinned, dipping his fingers all the further into her red-hot gaping pussy. Her hips rose now against him, jutting up, her lovely ass cheeks flexing with each thrust. Her belly muscles were taut, and Henry knew that he was causing maddening sensations inside of her body.

As Henry gripped her one-handed, he reached his other hand across her flat, smooth stomach. His fingers wrapped around one of her alabaster tits, molding perfectly to the pear-like shape of it. Her pulpy flesh shimmered against his hand, quivering with her heavy breathing and the pressure of his large hand.

Now Henry ran his hand from one tit to the other, feeling first one cherry-topped pastry then the other, luxuriating in the most delightful feel. Her tits were peerless, like snowy mountains out of a master painter's wet dream.

Miss Baker's feminine juices were flowing so profusely now that the smell assailed his nostrils. Henry breathed in deeply, loving it as always, and getting an even bigger erection than before. The smell of her sap was thin and sharp, and he knew that it was rich, thick as syrup, and tasty to the connoisseur's tongue.

With Henry's expert hands molesting her in the most sensitive places, Miss Baker was soon totally beside herself. She couldn't stop reaching down and tugging at the coat-tail of Henry's white uniform. He sidled up to where she could reach him, and at once felt her light delicate hand glance across the front of his pants.

His hard-on was painfully obvious by now, bulging the front of his pants as though to break out of its confinement. While Henry went on with his manipulations Miss Baker pulled down the zipper to his fly, reached in and withdrew the hairy shaft of his cock.

His insatiable organ seemed to stretch and yawn in the open air. It was good to be free again, and at once it began to swell with the knowledge of the purpose intended for it. It seemed to quest after Miss Baker's fragrant pussy, throbbing so that the veins along the length of it strobed and pulsed incredibly. His blood-swollen cock was dripping, the head of it tinted a horrid, hungry purple.

Miss Baker placed her hand gently around it, measuring the impressive girth and length of Henry's cock. Wow! It was the nicest cock she had seen in months! The nicest and longest!

She squeezed her finger around it, strangling his turgid prick with her slim white fingers. Henry's cock responded by thickening all the more, straining out from between his legs like a telescope.

She stroked his cock, carefully working her hand all the way to the base of it. Here she could feel his come-filled hairy balls dangling against her wrist. She let go of his cock long enough to squeeze his testicles. They were marvelous! Hairy sperm-packed sacks that fit neatly into the hollows of her cradling palms.

She took Henry's cock again, so pleased with the size and shape of it that she never wanted to stop stroking it. It seemed that the longer she toyed with it, the bigger it grew. And the bigger it grew, the more she longed to feel it sliding up into the hot and slippery orifice of her waiting pussy. Miss Baker spread her legs wider, allowing Henry an even better view of her crotch with its tufted pussy, and the crack of her ass with his thick thumb sticking all the way into it.

She rolled over on her side on the examining table. This way she could open her lips and take the head of Henry's superb prick inside of them. It tasted yummie. It was salty smooth, and throbbing incredibly. Her tongue lapped across the head of it, giving her a good taste of that drop of sparkling precome that was oozing from the little slit at the end. With her lips closed around the knob of Henry's prick, her mouth was stretched wide, jaws opened to their fullest, just as her gaping pussy would be stretched when he finally planted it inside of her.

Miss Baker raked her tongue eagerly along the length of his cock. It was sweating like a fresh steamed hot dog, nearly the same color but quite a lot harder. In fact, it was hard as stone, and the only indication that it was made out of real flesh at all was the way it throbbed pleasurably when she twirled her mad tongue provocatively around the head of it.

It was real flesh, alright, every inch of it. And Miss Baker hated to wait another minute to feel its brusk hoary hardness sinking its way into her twat.

Her mouth maneuvers on Henry's cock served their purpose. He was mad with passion, so much so that he pushed his trousers down to his knees and climbed right onto the table with his lovely patient. Kneeling over her face, he allowed her to take his peter into her mouth once more, lavishing it with saliva-dripping kisses and long tongue swipes that drove him crazier still.

Placing his hands on either side of her hips, Henry dove forward, lodging his head between her legs and requiting her attentions with the most energetic tongue-lashing example of cunnilingus on or off record. Henry positioned his tongue at the top of her slit and then lapped downward, like a cow licking a block of salt. Again his tongue swiped her, running down between those juicy, velvety-pink lips of her twat, tasting the thick genital juices and drenching her with his drooling saliva.

"Oh, Doctor!" exclaimed Miss Baker, quite beside herself. Her voice was a little muffled because at the moment her whole mouth was crammed with the skin-barb of Henry's tremendous cock. Miss Baker held his balls in one hand and his pecker in the other, charmed by its one snakey eye. Opening her lips wide again, she inserted the head of it inside, the whole bulbous knob of his giant prick. Her lips closed around it, sucking it. Sucking it! She licked the tip until it was glazed with her own spit.

Miss Baker's belly was churning with indescribable sensation. Henry's expert tongue raked across her pussy, dragging slowly and abrasively across her tender clit. Two or three times he probed her with his tongue, so effectively that she thrust her hips upward, squeezed his cock with her hands, and cried out loud.

Her whole belly was swimming with potent lovejuice. It dripped down out of her cunt, down through the crack of her ass and onto the clean sheet of the examination table. It was a pasty gooey cream that Henry found delicious to the taste. He smacked his lips with it, lapped it up with his tongue, and smeared it all over again in her pussy, in her matted curls of cunt hair, and even down onto her creamy spit-glistening thighs.

Doing a sixty-nine on the high narrow exam table was precarious at best, but they maintained their balance quite well, even when Miss Baker jammed Henry's prick full length into her throat, sucking on it, and letting it throb inside of her mouth. The feeling was so intense for Henry that he nearly lost his balance and toppled off onto the floor. But he caught himself, steadied, and drove his face once again into the sweltering crotch between Miss Baker's long slender legs.

The foreplay was too much. Miss Baker was a burger ready to be turned. She was more than ready to feel the thrusting length of Henry's prick inside her sizzling, sex-hungry, nymphomanical belly.

"Oh, fuck me, Doctor!" she pleaded with a wispy, throaty voice. "Please stick your cock into my pussy!"

Henry had never been known to refuse a girl's urgent request. From the sound of her voice she needed his cock badly, and he needed to give it to her. Swiveling around on the table, he positioned his knees between hers. He now placed his hands on her wide hips, drawing them up a bit so that her succulent pussy was more available to him.

Miss Baker looked on with anticipation as Henry placed the hard head of his cock against the lips of her cunt. He held himself there for a long moment, savoring every second of suspense. Then suddenly he drove it into her. His cock slid deep into her pussy like a stick into soft squishy mud. He drove all the way in until his stomach slapped firmly against the base of her belly. He could feel the little beard of hair between her legs press ticklingly against him.

Now Henry set to work with his hips. They pistoned back and forth, flexing powerfully, deep depressions forming in the round muscular cheeks as he bolted forward with each thrust. He rammed his steaming shovel so deep into his patient's slick belly that the head of it bumped against the deepest most inner pocket of her cunt.

Miss Baker's pussy contracted around the base of his cock. Her muscles flexed uncontrollably, squeezing him even tighter into her narrow love-channel. All Henry could do was withdraw his cock halfway out, cock his hips, and drive for home, filling her luscious box with every inch of his tool.

Henry's hands grasped her hips for dear life. Not that he was afraid he would lose her, but he found that by pulling up on her hips, her pelvis would slam into his, driving his depth-hungry cock deeper and harder into the pit of her womb. Again and again Henry rammed her, pulling up on her hips so that he swash buckled his way heedlessly into her.

Miss Baker was going nuts. The feel of his surging, masterful cock inside her belly was intensely wonderful. Her only recourse was to dig her fingernails into Henry's strong shoulders, bite her lip, and murmur helplessly in a deep dry animal tone.

Again Henry drove home, this time so deep and so well that she jacked her hips upward, slamming against his belly and giving him a sense thrill as her pussy swallowed him and wrenched him upwards at the same time. His cock explored every millimeter of her sloppy pussy. Henry's only regret was that there wasn't more of it, more of that long dark mysterious tunnel for him to rape with his hoary prick.

As he jammed himself into her, and as she dug her fingernails nervously into his shoulders, Henry clasped his hands over her firm young tits. They were like two creamy-white polyps of flesh with the two dots of her cherry nipples on the tops of them. They were irresistible little mountains that his hands couldn't refrain from molesting. He covered them, kneading them, rolling them around, pressing them together and tweaking the pink-budded nipples with his thumbnails.

His patient was in a frenzy. Miss Baker tossed her head from one side to the other, the long strands of her hair whipping across the white pillow, flying through the air and floating down again in silken clusters of thread across her naked shoulders.

Now she began to pant. Her breath rose and fell so violently that his hands could feel the quaking, the climactic surge. Henry only squeezed her tighter, maintaining his hold on her luscious tits, while he continued to ram his steam shovel deeper and harder into her trench.

Sensation was out of control. Miss Baker's whole body felt as though thousands of tiny fire ants were crawling in every direction across her bare skin. Her nerve ends were all a-tingle, skin erupting with gooseflesh. She wiggled her toes, moaned loudly, and thrust her pussy up as Henry slammed down. Negative met positive, and Henry's prick shuttled belly-deep into her flaming hot pussy.

The room was spinning. Miss Baker's voluminous belly was caught in a vortex. It was like the vacuum of space that greedily accepted the orbiting comet of Henry's friction-charged cock. Again and again he crashed against her, igniting her belly, her loins, her whole body with a glowing intensity of passion. Henry lifted her hips one more time to meet his thrust. In he went, finding her guts sweltering around his cock. She gasped one more time, digging her fingernails painfully into his shoulders, and threw her head to the side.

"Oh, my God! I'm coming!" she groaned. "I'm ... coming!"

Miss Baker erupted. Her pussy flowed with the warm juices of her pent-up passions. Henry could feel the new wetness against his cock. It sucked at him, drenched his cock so that it slid like liquid in and out of her pussy. The new dampness of it triggered him as well, and he climaxed on top of her, jacking ecstatically into her belly, filling her with his tacky, paraffin-like cream that seeped into the deepest recesses of her gaping cunt. His cream poured into her like half-and-half, hot, thick and satisfying.

They collapsed together on the table, a jangle of arms, legs, and spent emotions. They had rested hardly more than a moment when Henry heard the sharp footsteps of his nurse coming down the hallway. He climbed off the table and zipped up his trousers just as she stuck her pretty little face in the doorway.

"Doctor Jones, may I see you for a moment?"

"Urn, yes, of course, Nurse," he said, clearing his throat. Turning back to his patient, "You may get dressed now, Miss Baker. The examination is completed."

Henry followed Miss Womble out into the hall and down toward the waiting room. On the way his hand cupped itself against the peachy cheek of Miss Womble's lovely ass. She only grinned up at him and nudged him amiably with her shoulder.

"It's almost lunchtime," she reminded him. "We're going to my place, remember?"

"How could I forget?" He squeezed her ass again.

"First, though, there's somebody outside who wants to make an appointment to see you, and I wanted to ask your permission first."

Henry placed his hand on the door handle. "Who is it?" he asked. Opening the door, he saw his sister Christine. Beside her were Sandy, Joan, Judy, Patty, Bobbi, and Sherry. All seven of Henry's sisters had come to make appointments to be seen by him!

Henry shrugged, after overcoming his initial shock. "After all, who knows my sisters better than I do?" And then, looking back at his nurse, "I wonder where I can find a partner for this clinic? I think I'm going to need one!"

THE END
Seven Sucking Sisters ....(105k)    by Sandy Jones




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