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.