no other girl could ever satisfy him as much as his lovely sister, knew that he would have to have her again and again, no matter how taboo their acts of love and lust.
Sherry bounced with her horny older brother as he fucked her face in the intense ball-melting heat of his animal excitement. His nuts slapped against her chin as he worked off his horniness on her. He felt his cock scraping against her teeth with each thrust in and out of her tightly sticking oral cavity. He felt rivers of slippery juice filling his sister's mouth, running down her throat, making wet slurping noises as his bulbous cock-head rammed in and out of her mouth.
Sherry's hair was like a golden cloud, filling the air with its softness as she bobbed up and down over the darker hair of her brother's groin. A light breeze played over their bodies as they participated in wild acts of incestuous lust in broad daylight. Randy felt the air playing aver his nuts and the shaft of his wet dick, felt the warm summer sun falling on his skin, heard the sounds of nature all around him as he broke all the rules of sexual conduct between brother and sister. The sense of the depravity of the situation served only to increase the heat of the fire that burned inside brother and sister.
But there was something vaguely disconcerting about the whole situation. Something was not quite right, even though Randy was enjoying himself completely. There was something vaguely unreal in the air, a sense of unreality that troubled Randy more and more the closer he came to an
ejaculation. It began to occur to him by degrees that there was a strange dreamlike quality to his surroundings. The woods were too perfect, the birdsong too sweet, the air too fresh, the feeling too easy. How had he gotten into the woods in the first place? And exactly where 'was this spring? And why was Sherry wearing such a sexy negligee in such a place. How had he come to be sitting there wearing only his underpants, his cock and balls sticking out obscenely?
It wasn't long before Randy realized that he was dreaming, that his sister was only a vision in a dream of hot lust, that she was not really sucking his cock, that he hadn't really approached her with the suggestion of incestuous sex, that his wild dream was only a hoax cruelly played upon him by his horny imagination working in concert with the natural youthful vitality of his sex organs. And what a dream it had been!
"Oh shit, Sherry, keep on suckin'! Please suck me! Don't stop it now! I'm so close! Oh shit, baby! No! Don't stop! I gotta come!" the boy gasped and begged as he felt his dream slipping away into the void from which it had come,
But it was too late. Randy's dream slipped away and left him bucking his ass against his rumpled bedsheets, groaning and moaning in the throes of what in another second or two would have been the best wet dream of his young life. He had to come, had to at least feel something similar to the feeling of flashing ejaculation that he. would have felt if he had really shot his cum into his sister's sucking face.
Randy felt the friction of his swollen cock rubbing against the bedsheets, rubbing against a big blotch of slippery juice that had oozed from the slit of his youthful cock. He knew that another few strokes against the sheet would bring him off, and he had to be brought off soon. Every fiber of his body was tent, ready to surge with the electrical excitement of his orgasm. Every muscle was tense, the cords of his neck standing out, his biceps hard, the muscles of his legs taut, his stomach is tight as a drum, his chest swelling with virile power. He felt a huge load of rich cum ready to shoot at any second through his hard cock, felt the charge spreading through his incredibly tense balk. And then it happened, another cruel twist of fate and one that would eventually change his entire life and the life of his family, though not necessarily for the worn. He heard his bedroom door creak open.
His eyes shot over the doorway. When he saw sister Sherry standing there with wide eyes, her pretty lips parted in amazement, he thought he would die right there on the spot. He was frozen for a second, unable even to breathe. Then it suddenly dawned on him that he was lying there on his stomach as naked as the day he was born, his back raised up off the bed, his ass upturned, obviously in the act of fucking his bedsheet with a passion and frozen in midstroke. He grabbed the rumpled sheet he used to cover himself and threw it over his back, trying desperately to look as if nothing had happened, tying desperately and falling miserably.
Randy's eyes caught the deep-blue eyes of his sexy sister and held them for a moment, held them for a moment he would never forget. He tore his eyes away from her with the greatest of difficulty and fell flat on the bed, his cock pressing hard against the mattress, his nuts pressed together uncomfortably between his heavily muscled legs. it was up to Sherry now. She could either embarrass the hell out of him or turn and leave the room, saying nothing and at least giving him a chance to regain control of himself, or at least catch his breath. He didn't think there was much chance that she would turn and leave, not with her Usual devilish bent. His fears were to prove justified.
"What's up, Randy?" she smiled. "Besides your little pee-pee that is.
"For Christ's sake, Sherry! Leave a guy alone, will you?" Randy said, his face pressed against his sheets.
"I'm terribly sorry, Randy. I just happened by and heard a lot of noise. You really need a quieter bed if you're going to do it that way, Randy. Those springs are terribly noisy," she smiled.
Randy grabbed his pillow and threw it in Sherry's direction with all the force he could muster. She stepped lightly aside and continued her teasing.
"What's the matter with the boys in this house anyway? Just the other day I caught him jacking off on the toilet seat. He was awfully embarrassed. Of course he's only nineteen. But you're old enough to know better," she smiled.
"Cut the fuckin' crap, Sherry! Get the hell out!"
Randy touted.
"When I'm ready, darling I hate to see my big brother so frustrated. Isn't your love-life going with Randy? Don't you have enough girls to fuck? Do you have to take it out on your bed?" she continued mercilessly, her wicked little comments driving him nuts.
"Get out of here or I'm gonna break your fuckin' neck!" he growled, trying to sound like a bear but feeling weak inside.
"When I'm ready," she said softly, not at all cowed by his show of strength, knowing that she had him in an impossible position.
"Have a heart, Sherry!" Randy pleaded, his nuts still aching terribly from his interrupted masturbation.
"You really are frustrated, aren't you? And I thought Lisa would keep you pretty busy. Oh well, boys will be boys," she breathed mysteriously. "I'll leave you to your own devices, or vices, as the case may be. Have fun, Big Brother," she said, turning and tiding out of the room without another word, leaving her brother more confused and embarrassed than even
Randy roiled over in bed and sighed deeply. He bad almost expected Sherry to mention Lisa's name sooner or later, although not in such an embarrassing situation. He had expected Sherry to find out eventually about his activities with Lisa, from herself. He had gathered by now that she and Lisa knew each other perfectly and kept no secrets. It still bothered him that Lisa had mentioned Sherry's name just before she had
climaxed wildly during their first fuck that night in his van. She had said that Sherry had been right. Right about what? Right that Lisa would enjoy fucking with him? The memory of that night lingered like the scent of some exotic flower. He wondered now what the relationship really was between Lisa and his sister.
Lisa hadn't talked much that night, hadn't talked much about his sister at any rate. She hadn't even indicated that she knew Sherry, and Randy hadn't had the nerve to push the subject. He had fucked her half a dozen times that night, enjoying each fuck more than the last. She had participated freely and had thrown all her considerable sexual energy into the night of abandoned fucking and sucking. They had slept in the van that night, totally exhausted and completely fucked out. But in the morning Lisa had seemed as mysterious and aloof as she had before Randy had sunk his cock into her. She sure was a strange chick, he thought. When he thought of the possibility that Lisa had given his sister a blow-by-blow description of their night of hot sex he felt slightly dizzy. That would be too much, just too much! And yet he feared the wont.