BEE-6931B Driving Men To Distraction by Paul Mall

"Marianne, I'd like you to meet my sister, Cari Weston," he said, 
feeling Cari's gaze move to him for a moment then back to Marianne. 
"Cari, Marianne is an old friend who...."

"Who has got to be going," Marianne interjected. She glanced at Chance 
with a shrug of her shoulders. She apparently realized their evening 
together was over. "I've got an important appointment tomorrow."

Chance stood, to see her to the door, but Marianne waved him back to 
his seat. "I can find the way. I'm sure you and your sister have a lot 
to talk about."

The brunette turned and left, closing the door behind her. For a 
moment, neither Cari nor he said a word, though his sister's gaze moved 
to him. He could tell she knew her ill-timed arrival had brought an 
abrupt end to their passionate love-making.

"Marianne ... Marianne ..." Cari mused aloud. "I've heard that name 
before, hmmmmm. Wait! Now I remember! That was the girl you told me 
about, the one you lived with for six months."

"The same," Chance nodded, a bit embarrassed and surprised at his 
sister's sharp memory.

"I don't know about you, Big Brother," the young blonde said with a 
shake of her head. "I don't think you'll ever get over this hangup you 
have about women with big tits. Hell, that cow must have had forty-
fives!"

"Forties, and most of it in the cups," he said with a sly smile that 
brought a grimace from his sister.

"Humph! I can just see you wallowing around in all that titty-like a 
kid on Christmas morning!" There was mock disgust in Cari's voice. She 
was chiding him. "I thought you'd learn by now that anything beyond a 
handful is a waste."

"Sound jealous," Chance smiled, his gaze drifted to the poor-boy 
pullover his sister wore. Her breasts, like big, ripe apples pushed out 
from her chest. The clinging fabric defined those delightful shapes, 
rounded and smooth, right up to the stiff points that now poked out. 
Cari was braless.

"I'm always a bit jealous of the women you bed," she said, her lips 
pouting a little. "All sisters are jealous of their brother's girls. 
With me, it's even stronger. However, I apologize for breaking up what 
you two had going ... to you that is. I don't care about that big-
titted holstein."

Chance laughed, reaching out and giving his younger sister a long hug. 
"Have I told you I'm glad to see you? And that I'm glad you decided to 
come in early?"

"No, but you can tell me. I'd like to hear it," Cari said. "I really do 
feel bad about barging in like I did."

"Don't worry. I am glad to see you."

"Good, because I missed you, which is the real reason I decided to drop 
in on you a week early. A summer's a long time for a girl to go without 
seeing her brother," Cari replied, her arms still around him. "And, I 
am sorry about interrupting Marianne's and your evening. However, I 
think I can make it up to you."

"Mmmmmm?" He looked down as his sister's head turned to him. "And just 
how do you propose to do that?"

"I thought this would be a good start."

One of her hands slid to the back of his neck, pulling his head to her. 
Soft and warm, her lips pressed to his. Her mouth opened and her tongue 
darted inward, flicking and teasing in a most endearing fashion.

Welcome home, he thought as he returned the embrace. While Marianne 
might have been a nostalgic carnal trip, the taste, the feel of his 
sister went far beyond that. She was at the very root of everything 
that spelled out sensuality and sex to him.

He knew this arousing bundle of teen-age woman-girl more intimately 
than any woman who had ever entered his life. And he was sure she knew 
him better than any man in hers. They went back a long time ... to a 
time when they were both virgins ... a time when they lost the 
awkwardness of virginity-together!

"Brother, you haven't lost that certain something-if anything, you've 
improved it!" Cari sighed and snuggled against his chest, the firm 
globes of her tits making themselves very apparent to him.

This time, it was he who kissed her. Leaning down a little, his mouth 
covered the tender lusciousness of her lips. His tongue, spurred by the 
closeness of her, darted into the humid haven of her mouth. He flicked 
at the roof of her mouth and swirled his oral digit around the 
caressing probe of her tongue.

His arms tightened around her diminutive body, crushing her to his 
chest. There was no protest. She melted against him, naturally, 
igniting all sorts of familiar feelings and sensations within him.

She shifted a bit, dragging a hand of tickling fingers down the naked 
curve of his spine. Then, her hand crept around to his crotch, 
tauntingly rubbing at the rising length of his manhood hidden beneath 
the fabric of his slacks.

"Now that's more like it," she said with a devilish twinkle in her blue 
eyes. "This is the type of welcome I was expecting! After all, it's 
been three months, and when I saw that barrel-breasted Marianne, I was 
afraid she had exhausted you for the evening."

"Still the greedy little bitch," he said with a shake of his head. 
"What if I told you I was drained, emptied, and what you're fondling so 
covetously is nothing more than a piss-hard?"

"At the moment, I'd settle for that," she said. "But I'd give five-to-
one odds that's more than a case of 'morning pride' my brother's 
sporting."

"If you're so damn sure of your femininity, why don't you prove it?" 
His words were a challenge he knew the eager teen-ager would never 
allow to slip by without reply.

"My pleasure, Big Brother." She wiggled from his arms and slipped to 
the floor, kneeling at his feet. "Or your pleasure, as the case may 
be."

Her hands were on his slacks, unfastening the belt buckle, freeing 
buttons and snaps, and sliding the zipper down its jagged-tooth path. 
His cock, hard and swollen, jerked stiffly into the air, twitching and 
pulsing with virile arousal.

"Mmmmm, it seems happy enough to see me," she said with a coy little 
smile. "I think I should give it a big, hello kiss."

Her eyes rolled from his rigid stalk of manmeat to his face. While he 
watched, she used both hands to toss the flowing mass of her long 
blonde hair to her back. A thoughtful gesture! As much as he loved that 
silky cascade, it did get in the way occasionally, especially when he 
wanted to see everything that was going on. She knew this, and 
eliminated the problem beforehand.

"Don't you think we should get rid of these clothes?" He motioned to 
her sweater-like top and jeans.

"In a little bit, we'll take care of that." Her gaze drifted back to 
the jutting pole lancing from his groin. "But at the moment, I think 
this will do just fine."

Her head tilted forward, as she used her hands to spread his knees, 
opening the way for her. Closer and closer she inched. He saw the pink, 
wet flash, then felt the warm wetness of her tongue tip-tap at the 
thick crown of his cock. Shivery sensations of lust and love coursed 
through his loins. He moaned an uncontrollable sigh of delight.

"Just as I thought, it does want a kiss." She grinned, her eyes aflame 
with a sparkling gleam.

"You damn well knew that. So, kiss!"

"Yes, sir, Big Brother. Your little sister is here to serve-and 
service."

Again her head ducked to his crotch. This time her tongue lapped out 
and washed over the sensitive surface of his glans. She bathed him with 
the moisture of her mouth, licking away the preseminal fluids welling 
from the slitted mouth of his prick.

And getting a taste of Marianne's pussy, he thought, knowing his 
throbbing shaft was still coated with the brunette's pussy juices. I 
wonder what she thinks, tasting another woman on her brother's prick?

The small blonde seemed to have no objections. Her animated tongue 
sprightly ran up and down the swollen length of his rod, leaving it 
glistening with saliva, and jerking with anticipation. Then she nibbled 
delicately up and down the bone-hard wand of his sex, toying and 
teasing him.

As he watched, aroused by the sight of such a submissive beauty 
kneeling before him, excited by the feel of his sister's lips and 
tongue, she leaned back a little. Again her flashing, blue eyes rolled 
to him. She smiled a bit, coyly.

Then her head darted forward. Her mouth opened in a wide "O". Wider, 
wider. Downward she dropped. Her lips, a tight ring of white, pouted 
over the thick head of his prick. Inward, he slid over the moist, 
velvet carpet of her tongue. Deeper, his throbbing shaft entered, 
drilling into the depths of her throat.

He groaned. In one, swift swoop, she had taken him-all of him. Her 
edacious lips now ringed the hairy base of his prick. His cock filled 
her mouth and throat. He groaned again. The sensation of being buried 
within his sister's face set his testicles to lurching around within 
the security of their wrinkled sac.

Upward her head pulled, her cheeks sinking inward with the vigor of her 
suction. She had teased him, licked him, nibbled at him. And now she 
was getting down to the serious business of sucking him off.

Down her head dropped and she swallowed the adamantine sword of his 
sex. Up she sucked, her tongue swirling and caressing around the 
ponderous circumference of his engorged prong.

She ate at him with unabandoned relish. He saw her throat bob and 
twitch as she swallowed down the mixture of his preseminal juices and 
her own saliva. Her lips smacked and little, wet, oral sounds rose from 
below him.

Despite the recent emptying of his balls into Marianne's hungry quim, 
he felt the mounting rush of lust building within his scrotum. His cock 
ached and jerked with pleasure while his sister lovingly lavished her 
oral caresses on his dick.

He wanted to sit there and enjoy the full measure of the young blonde's 
worshipping mouth, to unleash the hot load he carried. However, he 
didn't trust his own vigor. Marianne had drained him. It was late-a 
long night after a hard day at the office. If he lost his wad now, he 
just might not be able to get it up again for a while. And his sister 
deserved better than that this first night together in nearly three 
months.

"Enough," he forced himself to say, reaching down and dragging her 
wonderful mouth off the lance of his loveshaft. "Little sister, I've 
got a better place to put my aching cock."

"Or I have," the long-haired blonde said with a grin. She pushed to her 
feet and immediately began to peel off her clothes. "Right up this hot 
pussy of mine!"

He watched, his cock jumping and twitching with need as he slipped out 
of his slacks. Cari's nymph-like body, small and delicate, never failed 
to affect him in the same way. He knew it, every creamy white inch of 
it. Yet the familiarity of her lithe, girlish form went beyond the 
simple recognition of an old and dear lover. This was his sister-a fact 
that never decreased in its alluring, erotic effect on him.

Her green, poor-boy top came off over her head and she tossed it aside. 
Round, smooth mounds, topped by coral pink tips, her breasts stood firm 
and proud on her chest. So young and vulnerable looking, so ripe and 
taut, just waiting for his hands and mouth.

Catching his admiring gaze, she smiled and shimmied her jeans down over 
her hips, revealing the familiar cleft of her teen-age loins. Beneath 
the soft, sandy blonde fleece of her pubic fur was the very visible 
slit of her pussy, an entrance to ecstasy he had breached five years 
ago, introducing himself, and her, to the pleasures of the flesh.

"I'm not as voluptuous as that cow Marianne, but will I do?" She 
poised, turning a little to give him a glimpse of her perky young ass. 
The word "tail" had been invented for his sister. The demi-globes of 
her buttocks were solid cushions that taunted him to reach out and 
squeeze.

"Stop begging for compliments," he said taking her into his arms. 
"You're quite aware that you're beautiful and totally irresistible."

"But I like you to tell me," she whispered, kissing him. "Besides, when 
I see you with a set of tits like Marianne's, I get an inferiority 
complex. All I've got is a handful."

"Two handfuls," he corrected, grasping each of the creamy apples of 
flesh and squeezing them firmly. "And a couple of mouthfuls left over."

He proved it by ducking his head to her chest and sucking strongly at 
one of the ripe, stiff buds of her nipples. He did so until he brought 
a deep, shivery moan from the depths of her throat. Then he politely 
gave the opposing crest the same attention.

Squeezing and kneading and sucking, he worked the provocative mounds of 
his teen-age sister's tits. He kept at it, fully enjoying himself, 
until he felt her knees tremble, threatening to collapse under her.

Then with one last kiss to each of her pink-blushed nipples, he 
relinquished his hold on her breasts. He lifted her supple, naked body 
in his arms and carried the girl into the bedroom, depositing her atop 
the bed.

"I'm aflood inside," the supine beauty sighed, lolling around, her 
thighs opening in a lewd invitation. "I want to feel my brother's cock 
up me. I want him to fuck me with that beautiful pussy pleaser."

Sliding atop the sleek curves of her young body, he skewered the 
swollen bludgeon of his prick into the wanton gash of his sister's 
young cunt. She grunted beneath the sudden, deep penetration of her 
body. But her pelvis arched up, sleeving every inch of his rigid shaft 
in the liquid warmth of her pussy.

"Damn!" The young girl writhed, impaled on the unyielding length of his 
cock. "I've been wanting to feel this ever since you left. Big Brother, 
ball the hell out of your little sister. Fuck her-hard and fast!"

Immediately, his hips responded. He wrenched up, sliding from the tight 
pocket of pleasure softly surrounding his inflamed cock. He lurched, 
spearing downward, back into the hot, yielding interior.

"Yesssss," her passionate urgency hissed from between her clenched 
teeth. "There's no man like my brother. No one who knows how to fuck me 
like my brother!"

In and down, he slammed in deep-grinding strokes. Recklessly he threw 
himself into the squeezing socket of her cunt. He reamed and drilled 
the channel of her young lust. He fucked and hunched, whipping her into 
a frenzy of erotic need.

She writhed and squirmed beneath his fleshy onslaught. Her hips, 
pumping with zealous vigor, matched him stroke for stroke. Lust and 
love blended into one. Their bodies melted in carnal union.

It didn't take long for her wild fervored delirium of need to soar to 
its exploding peak. She wanted him and was ready to give herself. As 
she came, crying out the full strength of her climax, he realized she 
must have been thinking about this moment during her bus trip, 
titillating herself with the thought of her brother riding her willing 
body.

He wanted to extend the pleasure of this moment, but his own need was 
too compelling. He came. His cock, rammed deeply into the enveloping 
folds of her tight pussy, blasted out fountain after fountain of thick, 
hot semen.

He filled her, drenching his sister's cunt with a flood of her 
brother's seed. The quivering contractions of her vaginal channel 
milked at him, drawing out each steaming drop of his lust. His spent 
prick finally slithered from the slippery tunnel of her sated quim.

When he rolled from her satisfied body, she nestled into the hollow of 
his shoulder, her lips kissing at his neck and chest in gratitude. Then 
after a moment or two, he heard her breathing soften to the shallow, 
peaceful breaths of sleep.

"It's been a long day for you little sister," he whispered, lightly 
kissing her closed eyes. "And for your brother."

Holding her closely, he allowed his eyelids to close. In another 
moment, he joined his sister in the restful oblivion of sleep.

Chapter 3


He was curled against Cari's nakedness when he awoke. She felt warm and 
smooth; they fitted against each other like two spoons nestled 
together.

Chance didn't want to move, but the sunlight beaming in through an 
irritating separation in the drapes made it necessary. His eyes 
couldn't take the bright rays.

He rolled to his back, closing his eyes and trying to drift into sleep 
again. After all, it was Saturday morning, and Saturday mornings were 
made for sleeping late.

It was no good. He was wide awake. He opened his eyes and stared at the 
ceiling, tracing the stucco swirl patterns there.


"Mmmmmmm," Cari sighed, rolling to her back beside him. I feel 
wonderful! Last night was fantastic, Big Brother. Now, your little 
sister feels like being fucked awake. I can't think of a better way to 
start the morning."

"Cari, I need to talk with you," Chance started, fully intent on 
telling his sister everything about Tanya and their quickly approaching 
marriage.

"Later, Chance, please." Cari pouted, her voice a piteous plea. "Right 
now I need to feel my brother inside me, filling me with his hard 
cock."

She pulled him to her, her lips softly brushing against his. Without 
thinking, he responded, pressing down atop her, reveling in the firm 
feel of her young breasts spearing into the nakedness of his chest. Her 
tongue was in his mouth, languidly exploring the roof of his mouth and 
toying with his tongue.

Damn! He cursed himself, feeling a rush of desire course through his 
loins. His cock was on the rise again. You've got about as much control 
over yourself as a mink in heat when it comes to your sister!

"That's better," the frosty-haired nymph cooed as their mouths drifted 
apart. "For a minute, you had me afraid I was going to have to get down 
on my hands and knees and beg for you to fuck me."

"That's never bothered you before," he answered with a playful kiss.

"If that's what you want, I'll do it right now," she replied. Her voice 
was husky and drowsy, still half-asleep, but containing the beginnings 
of lust.

"Perhaps later," he said. "Right now, this will do just fine."

He kissed, tenderness growing to passion as he drilled his tongue 
deeply, striving for her throat. She wiggled and squirmed beneath him, 
working a hand between his legs. Her fingers found the hose-like length 
of his penis. He throbbed and grew under the intimate fondling of her 
cool fingertips.

"I love to feel you get hard while I hold you." Her eyes fluttered 
open, flashing with a lusty light. "There's a certain satisfaction in 
knowing that this magnificent prodder is pulsing and growing for me, to 
feel its strength and power."

He loved it too. His cock was now stiff and thick, a pole of need and 
desire, testimony of the pleasure he found in his teen-age sister's 
playful tauntings.

"And these," she said, slipping her hand to his scrotum. "I like to 
hold your balls, feel them moving around in their bag when my fingers 
play with them."

He moaned. His testicles shot around in their hairy sac under the 
exploring caress of her fingertips.

"In fact, I like everything about my brother's pussy pleaser," she said 
with a shivery little sigh. "Especially when it's burrowed deeply 
within me."

She gave his stiff cockshaft a firm, ardent squeeze to make sure he got 
her meaning. He didn't need such an obvious demonstration of her 
desire. There was nothing he liked better than to ensconce his prick in 
the tender folds of his sister's quim.

However, he was not ready for that, at least not at the moment. Last 
night, caught in the passion of their reunion, they had been rushed. 
This morning, fresh from a restful sleep and with no pressing business 
facing either of them, he wanted to take his time.

Taunting his fingertips over the taut sleekness of the young blonde's 
flat stomach, he worked his hand upward until a palm cupped the rounded 
base of one of his sister's breasts. Her flesh was velvety smooth and 
radiated a summery sexual warmth. He reveled in the touch of her, the 
youthful firmness of her ripe, bulging tits.

In lazy languor, he tickled his fingertips around the round base of her 
luscious tit. Aroused shivers and delightful waves of erotically 
induced gooseflesh rippled over her silky flesh. Her chest heaved with 
mounting anticipation while his fingers lovingly crept up the alluring 
contour of her breast.

"Ohhhhhhh!" She gasped, trembling when his fingers found the quiescent 
nipple sleeping atop the knoll of her pleasure.

Tenderly, he fondled the soft little button, sending suffusing tremors 
of arousal through his sister's supine body. Beneath the dexterous 
manipulation of his fingertips, he brought the mammary bud to life. It 
swelled, its coral pinkness blushing redly. It stiffened, rubbery hard 
with excitement, until it stood straight up, a tight-pointed tip 
jutting into the air.

In an abrupt movement that caused the teen-ager to suck in her breath 
and groan with abandoned relish, his fingers released their hold on her 
nipple and suddenly dropped down to cup her tit again. Solidly, he 
kneaded the apple-like shape of her young breast, while he ducked his 
head down, his lips capturing the swollen nubbin of her need.

"Suck it, Big Brother," the frosty-tressed beauty whispered her desire. 
"Suck it!"

Her back arched upward, feeding the creamy flesh of her tit into his 
welcoming mouth. He sucked, harder and harder. At the same time his 
tongue, a moist whip of pleasure, lashed across the swollen nipple and 
his teeth nibbled at the delicate morsel.

Her hand tightened around the stiffness of his cock. Fervently, she 
squeezed the thick rod of sex. She jacked at him, her fist rushing up 
and down on the desire-laden rail of flesh. His balls churned within 
the security of their bag, afire with a rising need to quench their 
flames in the liquid warmth of his sister's wanton pussy.

"Brother, please!" There was no sleep in the nymph's voice now, only 
desire. "I want you. I want to feel this fat cock moving in and out of 
me. Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

Trying his best to ignore his own growing need, he relinquished his 
squeezing grip on her tender tit and reached down to encompass the 
feminine knoll of her cunt. Tightly he clamped his palm over the plump 
rise of her sex, kneading as he had kneaded her breast but an instant 
ago.

"Damn you! You're going to have me climbing the walls!" His sister 
twisted out from under his pinning weight. His edacious lips were 
wrenched from her tit with a wet smacking sound. "If you won't fuck me, 
then I'll fuck you."

Playfully, she pushed him to his back, giving his adamant cock a hard 
squeeze.

"You just lay there and let me handle this," she said, her eyes 
glinting with lusty light. "If you aren't gentleman enough to ball a 
young lady when she begs for it, at least politely remain still while 
she fucks you!"

"Young lady?" He laughed, reaching out to pull her to him. She evaded 
his groping arms. "Young ladies don't beg men to fuck them!"

"That's because a real gentleman wouldn't let them get so worked up 
they had to plead for it," she snorted in mock disgust.

"But I don't feel like a gentleman this morning. I'm a man who wants 
very much to ball his sister."

"Good! Because I don't feel like a lady, just a woman who needs a man-
her brother!"

She lessened her grip on his cock, stroking it very gently, tenderly, 
almost worshippingly. "Now will you lay still and let your sister take 
care of this?"

"I never had any intention of doing otherwise," he said. "Aren't I 
always reasonable?"

"Hurmph!" She grunted, then leaned forward and kissed the engorged head 
of his prick. "Don't get excited, Big Brother. I just felt like giving 
this beautiful cock a kiss. Later I might give it the long, wet kiss it 
deserves, but now, I want you inside my pussy."

He had no objections. That was exactly where he wanted to be!

Knee-walking beside him, the flowing-haired young blonde straddled his 
thighs, the firmness of her knees pressing to each side of his legs. 
Lovingly, her hand ran up and down the rigid rod of his prick a couple 
more times. The crystal drops of preseminal fluid oozing from his glans 
smeared over the arrowhead shape of his cock-crown.

Then pulling his sexual lance straight up in the air, the teen-age 
nymph scooted up. His balls lurched. She now stood on her knees above 
his groin. Through the silky foliage of her pubis, he could see the 
tremulous groove of her sex. Its pink lips were slightly pouted, open 
and ready to accept the fleshy length of his root.

Her flashing blue eyes rolled up to meet his. She grinned widely, 
aroused with anticipation of their intimate union-man and woman-brother 
and sister!

Her gaze returned to the meaty stalk she held perpendicular to his 
loins. Her thighs spread a bit and she slowly began to lower her wanton 
body onto the inflexible spike of his manhood.

His hands tenderly caressing the youthful smoothness of her supple 
thighs, he lay supine beneath her, his eyes focused on the descending 
mouth of her hungry sex. His balls tightened and retightened in their 
hairy sac as that fur-fringed nest of carnal pleasure inched closer and 
closer to his throbbing cock.

He groaned. The sandy blonde strands of her pubic fleece brushed over 
the hypersensitive crown of his prick, tickling and teasing. Down, ever 
down, she eased herself, his glans pushing through the soft moss and 
nuzzling against the moist, pink lips of her quim.

She trembled, their contact creating wild, swirling needs deep in the 
wanton core of her teen-age body. For a moment he thought her taut 
thighs were going to give way, and she was going to drop, skewering 
herself on his unbending shaft.

But her control was marvelous. She steadied herself and began to 
descend once again.

Unable to take his gaze from the inciting union of their bodies, he 
watched the engorged bulb of his glans splay the outer lips of her 
labia. Inward, his pulsing head slid, opening the humid furrow of her 
young cunt.

Lower and lower, she slid, now riding the swollen tube of his erect 
cock. Deeper and deeper, he invaded the spongy canal of her vagina, 
sighing as the liquid heat of her body surrounded and caressed the 
aching length of his shaft.

Her legs gave way!

"Arrahhhagggahhh!" She grunted in surprised pleasure.

With a fleshy thud, she sat down on him. The last three inches of his 
cock shot up into her body in one driving rush. She groaned again, 
packed with the thick circumference of her brother's prick. Her arms 
shot out. Hands planted firmly on his bare chest, she supported her 
trembling body.

For a moment, she just sat there, apparently savoring the swollen 
fullness of her self-impalement. He felt the gripping strength of her 
vaginal muscles as she clamped down around the rod of his lust. 
Covetously, she squeezed, tightening her love channel to a taut glove 
that molded to the throbbing contours of his cock.

"Mmmmmmmm," she eventually crooned in a self-satisfied voice. "That's 
what I like, you hard and long inside me!"

He liked it too! But he realized she knew that. Five years of sibling 
love-making left few secrets of the flesh unexplored. They knew each 
other, knew what one another wanted and needed. And both were willing 
to fulfill those desires, unashamed and uninhibited.

"Now, Big Brother, I'm going to show you what your little sister can 
do," she said, tossing back the long strands of her golden hair. "I'm 
going to fuck you until you can't walk."

"Deeds, not words," he chided her, running his hands up her thighs, 
along her sides, to cup the twin balls of her proud breasts. His thumbs 
mashed down atop the erect buttons of her nipples.

Abruptly, her pelvis wrenched upward. She squeezed at him, dragging his 
ponderous cock from the hot core of her cunt. She stopped, only his 
aching glans entrenched in the mouth of her belly. She relaxed the 
squeezing hold of her cunt, then quickly retightened herself. Again and 
again, she repeated the process, setting his balls to lurching and 
churning.

Then she dropped back down, fully skewering herself on the adamantine 
length of his prick. She grunted, her eyes fluttering closed, then 
opening. They were glazed and drowsy looking, as though she had just 
felt the effects of three fingers worth of one hundred and eighty proof 
liquor. It was the expression of a woman filled with virile cock-and 
loving every minute of it.

As she rose back up the pulsing lance of his manhood, he let one of his 
hands drift down her body, once more returning to the soft foliage of 
her pussy. He teased there for several minutes while she hunched up and 
down on his cock. Closer and closer, he weaved the titillating tips of 
his fingers, nearing the quivering slit of her cunt.

Then, an inquisitive finger was probing into the open gash of her 
pussy, delving downward just enough to touch and tap the nubbin of her 
clitoris. She went wild as he cajoled the pea-sized bud of ecstasy out 
from beneath its thin sheath of skin. His thoughtful manipulation sent 
hot waves of pleasure rushing through her young body. She groaned and 
panted, her pelvis rising and falling onto the swollen, lust-laden 
length of his shaft at an ever-increasing rate.

In and out, his cock filled the hungry hole of her cunt. His own hips, 
despite his confined position, bucked and arched upward, slamming into 
her pelvis. Wet, slapping sounds, the hard meeting of their cores, rose 
in the air, mingling with her constant moans.

Never stopping with his clit fondling, he rubbed and stroked that all-
important point of pleasure. The teen-ager liked to have her sexual 
trigger roughly caressed as she neared the throes of climax. Other 
women preferred a feather-like touch, or perhaps a circular motion. 
Each was different, a man who cared discovered these things and 
provided them for his lover. Chance Weston was such a man-a lover.

Up and down the clinging folds of her cunt slid. Fiery friction burned 
along every inch of his thick, lust-swollen cock. He twitched and 
jerked within her. The growing need within his own loins was rapidly 
becoming a flaming ball that would blast upward.

Harder and harder, his sister rode the inflexible length of his cock. 
Her face was pleasure twisted. Her full, red lips writhed as she moaned 
and groaned the nearness of her release. Her hands gripped at his chest 
under the intensity of her pleasure, her fingernails biting into his 
bare skin.

In quick, brisk strokes, his finger roughly ground into the extended 
button of her clit. He stroked her, matching the rise and fall of her 
cunt. At the same time, his own hips thrust and lunged with increasing 
need and strength.

"God! Oh God, Chance!" The beautiful blonde's face showed the torment 
of ecstasy-agony. "Sweet God! It's so gooood!"

He intended to make it even better, by slipping a finger into her cock-
packed cunt, but he didn't need the extra stimulation. She came.

Her arms collapsed and she fell atop him. Her diminutive body quaked 
and trembled as the lusts and desires of her teen-age needs were 
unleashed.

Politely, he slipped his fingertip from her clit, before pleasure 
turned to pain. He also kept his hips moving, thrusting in and out of 
her juicy cunt, extending the height of her climax.

He was a loving brother, and she was a loving sister. A fact she proved 
when she at last descended from the raging winds of orgasm. She wedged 
a hand down between their cores and tenderly played with the rock-laden 
sac of his testicles.

He came!

After no more than a moment or two of his sister's teasing caresses, he 
unloaded the thick, hot flood of semen swirling in his balls. For the 
second time within twenty-four hours, he drenched the young blonde's 
pussy with his seed, emptying himself into her wanton slot of pleasure.

"That's one hell of a way to wake up," Cari grinned as she rolled from 
him after his cock had deflated and slithered from her come-oozing 
pussy. "I think I could lay here all day."

"Definitely a case of rounded heels," he chuckled.

"Created by my brother," she chided back. "Whatever I am, you made me 
... no pun intended."

He laughed and pulled her to him. 

She kissed him, a very sisterly kiss, and smiled. "And you're one hell 
of a brother, did you know that?"

"Yep!" He grinned. "You're lucky to have me."

"God! You're also a conceited bastard!" She laughed now, the tears 
disappearing from her eyes. "But I still love you."

"Great! Because, I've just decided that I'm hungry and want something 
to eat."

"Okay, Big Brother, little sister is willing to serve. After all, I did 
stay up to fix you a snack," she said. "What do you want to eat?"

"You." He paused a moment, letting his answer sink in. "I want to run 
my tongue up that lovely pussy of yours and give you a licking you'll 
never forget."

"Hmmmm, I don't know about that. I don't remember that dish being on 
the menu." She tried to appear calm, but he felt the shivers of delight 
course through her body.

"It's a gourmet item, he whispered. "Think I could convince you to 
prepare it for me?"

"Gourmet dishes really aren't my line...."

Without warning, his hand shot down to her crotch, grasping the plump 
womanly knoll of her pubis. He squeezed down hard and firmly, making 
sure she felt the pressure through the thin layers of her gown and 
panties.

She did. She moaned and trembled, her pelvis hunching a little, 
pressing into his palm. "You just convinced me! Any special way you 
want it served?"

"I'll take care of that," he said. "All you have to do is just lay back 
and enjoy it!"

Immediately, she leaned back, fluffing one of the sofa pillows behind 
her head. Her position would give her a total view of his oral 
caresses. The blonde shared his delight in watching a lover give him 
head.

Slowly, he pulled the tie-strings of her negligee, opening the neck of 
the gown. His fingers then went to work on her buttons, freeing them 
one by one, then opening the gown wide.

"Has anyone ever told you that you do that nicely?" she said.

"None of your business," he said with a smile. "But I'm glad you liked 
it."

He leaned over and attacked her young breasts with a flourish of 
kisses, leaving both glowing warm with sexual heat, and each nipple 
stiff and erect. At the same time, his hands, and her wiggling hips 
managed to work her thin, blue, bikini-style panties down her sleek 
legs.

He continued his kissing, languorously taunting down to the flat 
expanse of her taut stomach. He paused briefly, letting his tongue 
tease the deep, sensual well of her navel. Appreciatively, her hands 
stroked his hair and caressed his cheeks.

"It feels so good," she crooned with relish. "Even your breath is 
exciting, warm, and arousing."

He knew what she meant, remembering how many times he had enjoyed 
feeling the warm streams of her breath caressing the stiff length, of 
his cock.

Downward, he kissed, taunting his way closer and closer to the fur-
fleeced mound of his sister's cunt. But before his lips touched that 
soft fluff, he suddenly swung his head to the side, using his lips and 
tongue to tease along the smooth interior of one of her thighs.

He repeated the tantalizing maneuver on the opposite thigh, blowing 
lightly on the strands of her pubic down as he turned his mouth to her 
other leg.

He didn't rush. The longer he took, the higher her anticipation would 
be when his mouth finally pressed against the waiting lips of her 
pussy. A man's mouth is one of the greatest pleasures he can offer a 
woman. When it's given, a man should take his time, making sure the 
woman receives the full effects of tongue and lips.

Kissing up from her thigh, he circled up to the fringe of her tender 
foliage. Then he weaved his tongue downward through those soft, silky 
strands.

However, he denied her trembling groove of sex the touch of his oral 
digit. Instead, he continued his taunting. Playfully, he ran his tongue 
to each side of that intimate slit, sometimes teasingly wiggling it 
right next to the moist mouth of her quim.

"Damn! It feels wonderful!" The blonde above him moaned in a deep, 
lusty voice. "It's like being tortured with pleasure!"

It was exactly like that. Because that's what he was doing to her. Each 
tickling stroke of his tongue, each fleeting maneuver toward the 
quivering lips of her labia was designed to incite her, and awaken the 
desirous needs within the steaming channel of her cunt.

Without a hint of what was to come next, he ran his tongue along the 
crease of her sex. He didn't delve into that hot, juicy pocket, but 
simply toyed up and down the slit. He licked away the moist droplets of 
her womanly fluids, smacking his lips loudly so that she knew he 
swallowed down her juices.

Then, using both hands, he spread the plump, pink lips of her cunt, 
opening her so that he saw the delicate scalloped lips of her inner 
labia. In a wide, laving lap, he ran the taunting length of his tongue 
up and down the wet channel. At the top of his swipe, he paused 
momentarily, lovingly circling the aroused bud of her clit.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she cooed in deep satisfaction. She writhed, her pelvis 
responding with a trembling little hunch. "Gooooood!"

Again and again, he licked the quivering groove of her sex, replacing 
the flow of her fluids with the shining veneer of his saliva. Her hands 
tightened on the back of his head, but she didn't push him down into 
the hungry mouth of her cunt. She was doing as he told her, lying back 
and savoring the oral delights he provided.

With the same lazy slowness, he finally got down to the serious task of 
eating her. Using his tongue-tip, he parted the inner lips of her pussy 
and languorously slithered his oral digit into the juicy quick of her 
body.

Like a jolt of electricity, the intimate penetration jarred her. She 
writhed, her hips beginning to undulate on their own accord. She was 
fucking herself on his tongue, hunching at his face.

In a counterpoint, he used his oral digit in penis-imitating fashion. 
As her pelvis pushed upward, he licked out, swirling his tongue over 
the interior of her cunt. When she eased back, he thrust inward. It was 
a tease, but one he enjoyed and, from the constant chorus of her moans, 
one she delighted in equally.

Eventually, he fell into her rhythm, matching the need of her young 
body with the laving of his tongue, drilling inward as her hips rose 
and slithering out at the fall of her pelvis. He ate her, licking and 
sucking away the flood of fluids that flowed into the channel of her 
cunt.

Then to add that extra something special, he wiggled a thumb atop the 
button of her clit. Roughly, the way his sex hungry sister liked it, he 
rolled the aroused nubbin. Firmly, he rubbed the button of her womanly 
pleasure.

It didn't take long after that. Crying out in a piteous voice of 
delight, the teen-age girl came. Quickly he removed his thumb and 
drilled his tongue in and out. He ate at her until the last throes of 
her climax passed and she lay trembling and panting, sated.

"I hope to hell Tanya realizes how lucky she is," his younger sister 
managed a smile. "I don't think there's another man like you in the 
world!"

"Ahhh, gosh!" He said, imitating the stereotype of an embarrassed farm 
boy. "Twere'n't nothing Miss Weston. Any red-blooded American boy would 
love to go down on that pretty little pussy of yours."

She shook her head and groaned. "I've met a few who wouldn't. Pussy 
licking doesn't fit their picture of the macho male."

Chance realized that. Half the country's population still felt that 
oral sex was something dirty and nasty. He could never understand a 
man, or a woman for that matter, who would deny his sexual partner the 
pleasure of his mouth. But it was a common occurrence, despite the 
popularity of sex manuals and the so-called sexual revolution. He even 
knew one couple who admitted being married seven years before either of 
them worked up the courage to give each other's mouth to the other. 
They did it only one time.

He moaned, abruptly coming out of his thoughts. Cari had discovered the 
thick bulge straining beneath his pants. Her hand was roughly squeezing 
at it.

"Hey, look what I found!" Her eyes coyly flashed to his, her eyelashes 
batting innocently. "Is this for me? A present from my loving brother?"

"Careful with that!" She had clamped down harder, causing a painful 
rush to shoot through his groin. He liked his cock handled roughly, but 
not that rough. "Take it easy wench, or I'll turn you over my knee and 
spank that pretty bottom of yours."

"Bitch, not wench," she corrected him with another more gentle squeeze.

"And always in heat!"

"Then why don't you do something about it. Get out of those clothes and 
find a use for this handsome pussy pleaser."

"Why young lady, I'm not at all sure I understand your meaning. Am I 
correct in assuming that you want me to fuck your lovely young body?"

She laughed at his mock formality, then shoved him playfully from the 
sofa. "Get those clothes off, and I'll show you exactly what I mean. 
And I thought we settled that lady stuff this morning."

"That we did!" He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside and 
immediately began to work on his pants, quickly skinning them down.

When he turned to his sister again, he found the blonde nymph on her 
hands and knees atop the couch. She looked at him, letting her gaze 
drift to the shafting length of his liberated cock, then back to his 
face.

"Tonight, I'm your bitch, Big Brother." She wiggled the upturned 
cushions of her teen-age ass provocatively. "So fuck me like a bitch!"

The alluring invitation couldn't be refused. With growing excitement, 
he mounted the sofa behind his sister. Taking hold of her rounded rump, 
he eased himself between the tantalizing spread of her youthful thighs.

There was no need for any titillation or taunting foreplay. His pussy 
eating had taken care of that. His young sister was hot and ready to 
receive the meaty rod of his prick.

The pulsing head of his glans brushed through the damp foliage of her 
pubic moss. The hypersensitive skin of his cockcrown touched the lips 
of her uptilted quim, opened them, and slid deeply into the juice-
filled channel of her cunt.

"Good!" the frosty-tressed blonde crooned, ripples of gooseflesh 
running up and down her back as he fed the thick column of his cock 
into her welcoming body. "It feels so damn good!"

It did. The spongy folds of her pussy caressed the needy length of his 
prick. She was hot, bathing him in sexual fire. Tight didn't describe 
the elastic grip of her vaginal muscles. It would have been nice to 
just stand there, letting her work the wonderful magic of her clasping 
pussy until he came. But he wanted her to feel this too, wanted her to 
know that she still mattered to him, although in eight days their 
sibling love would be off limits.

He eased out. The massive, swollen length of his cock slithered from 
the depths of her young love hold. Good! Damn good! Fantastic swirling 
friction seared over every engorged inch of his rod. He moaned and 
trembled, his balls lashing around in their rumpled sac.

For five years he had fucked, poled, drilled, reamed, hunched, and 
screwed the delightful tightness of his sister's ever-ready pussy. It 
was as if this tempting slot of lust was made for him, designed 
especially to accept his cock. Now, he realized this would be one of 
the last times their bodies joined as one.

And for that reason, he wanted it to be long and good.

He took his time, languidly shafting in and out of the hungry gash of 
her body. He burned the feel of her into his mind so that he would 
always remember. He savored the feel of her, the clinging grip of her 
young channel. He reveled in the liquid heat of her body, basking in 
their carnal union.

At the same time, his hands roved over her, memorizing the silky 
smoothness of her teen-age body. Over the perky curves of her ass, his 
fingers moved. He caressed her, love and need in his hands.

Upward, inching over the taut arch of her back, his hands slid, then 
down along the sleekness of her sides. He taunted at the flatness of 
her belly before letting his hands move up to tenderly caress the firm 
forms of her breasts, both slightly elongated cones of flesh now.

Apparently the young girl shared the intensity of their coupling. 
Lacking was the usual fiery passion of her body. Instead she seemed in 
no hurry to blast toward climax. She rocked back and forth slowly, 
matching the in-out shafting of his adamantine cock.

"We've got a week together, Big Brother," she said in a soft, dreamy 
voice. "I want to make them last. I want to remember them, every one of 
them, starting right now."

He understood. A week wasn't long in comparison to their five years as 
lovers, but it was all they had. He was determined that neither of them 
would ever forget that week.

His hands lovingly slid around the proud cones of her breasts. So soft 
and smooth and sleek they felt. For the first time in years, he 
realized just how much he liked to have his hands on his sister-and how 
much she loved it.

He felt a flush of guilt. Here he was making love to his teen-age 
sister and Tanya was waiting for him, their marriage only eight days 
away. He loved the girl; he didn't doubt that, never doubted that. Yet, 
he wondered if she would ever be able to extinguish the desire he 
carried in his loins for Cari.

His fingers were now at the very peaks of his sister's tits. He 
scissored the plump little buds he found there between his fingers, 
eliciting a series of throaty moans from the sexy young blonde.

"Deeper, I want to feel you deeper inside me," the girl moaned, her 
head lolling from side to side.

There was only one way to do that. He increased the tempo of his 
strokes, drilling into the heated recesses of the kneeling girl's cunt. 
Their bodies slapped together in a resounding erotic rhythm.

The sensuality of their carnal union flowed through him, awakening 
every cell of his body. He felt each deep-grinding shaft of his prick. 
He felt the grasping tightness of her vaginal channel, squeezing and 
milking along the throbbing length of his prick.

As much as he tried to control himself, it was no good. His body was on 
a one-way skyrocketing path toward climax. There was no way he could 
stem the burning flood that boiled within his testicles.

However, there was a way he could see to it that his sister reached the 
unleashing of her lust with him. He released his grip on one of her 
tits and ran a hand down to the moist slit of her pussy. Extended and 
waiting for his probing finger, he found her clit.

The young girl jolted and bucked, crying out her ecstasy. She came just 
in time to receive the blasting fountains of come her brother spurted 
into the quivering folds of her cunt.