"Tell it to Hal!" His voice was humorless. "Tell it to your kids. But don't tell it to me." Angrily he reached out and snatched the sheet out of her hands leaving her standing in front of him naked.
Jason hadn't meant to do that. Sally could see the both of them in the mirror. He was like the coiled spring he'd always been as she remembered him, small but powerful and constantly on edge. And she, Sally stared at herself as if seeing a stranger. She wasn't as young as she'd been. Her creamy skin was still smooth and her small but adequate breasts rose from a flat, firm stomach like two luscious mounds of whipped cream topped by fat, sweet cherries.
Her eyes slid down that hard stomach to the neat patch of chestnut hair that formed a triangle between her thighs. At least the slit was hidden. If she didn't think of it as being naked in front of her own brother, Sally could pretend she was wearing a bikini. He saw about as little as if she was wearing one.
Defiantly she jerked her head up and let her thick curls that matched the same chestnut hue of her cunt hair flounce to the back of her head. So what if she was naked? "What are you going to do… about this?"
Jason's eyes inventoried her body again. And then Sally saw the sudden hunger in them and she realized she'd made a mistake. Defying Jason that way was like playing grab ass with him when they were kids. He'd always lurked around the bathroom door when she took showers, trying to peek in, and snatching at her robe in an attempt to get a good look or a quick feel. He'd been a horny punk and she also remembered the furtive feelings she had as she had teased him then.
Only now, Sally knew she wasn't in any position to tease her grown up brother. Not in the least bit.
"Get over there and get your clothes on." Jason pushed at her and accidentally his hand pressed against her soft, sensuous breast.
A burst of electricity passed between the two of them as Sally stumbled away and turned to the vanity against the wall. Her fingers were trembling so that she had to lean forward and steady her elbows on the vanity top in order to stick her false eyelashes on without poking her eye out.
This is silly she told herself. I don't need eyelashes to get out of here! But she knew why she was doing it. She was shaking so hard she knew she had to get control of herself or she'd never manage to get dressed. And then Jason would dress her himself. She had to avoid that awful embarrassment. She had to show him she was in control.
She steadied her hand and leaned forward to fasten the eyelash in place and noticed that Jason was practically leaning against her from behind.
"What are you doing?" She tried to turn and felt his hand on her back, holding her where she was.
"Take it easy, sis," Jason said thickly. His hands slid warmly over her back and around her sides under her arms and then he was cupping her breasts.
Sally could see it all in the mirror. His fingers were thick around her tits and her nipples stuck out between them like a tiny, red pair of penises. The sudden feeling was devastating. He's my brother. Sally told herself angrily. It was lewd, what was happening. She knew that she couldn't cooperate, couldn't let it happen. There was something wrong about what he wanted her to do.
"D-d-d-don't," she stuttered. But she didn't move.
"Don't do what?" Jason asked innocently. His fingers moved on her breasts and Sally watched in dismay as her nipples hardened and elongated under the gentle caress. Even her boobs seemed bigger and softer.
"That!" Sally tried to move away. She couldn't. Jason was pressed up tight against her from the rear. He was leaning on her back so she couldn't straighten up and his mustache tickled against the back of her neck. She wanted to tell him her elbows hurt from supporting his weight, that she didn't want him to touch her like that. But she was too much afraid or proud or confused – she didn't know what – and she said nothing.
After a while, Jason took one of his hands away and her fat, white tit bobbed into view, swaying hypnotically. Sally breathed easier. She had liked the feel of his hand there, but he had to let her go now. That was the most important part. He had to.
And then she felt his hand against her buttocks. It was moving down and she realized her brother was opening his fly!
"You can't…" she cried and tried to pull away.
But it was too late to struggle. Jason's fat prick was out of its hiding place and pressing against her silky buttock skin. She felt it touching her bottom and sliding greasily between her slightly spread thighs. His hand guided it and within moments the end was pressing and rooting around in her fleshy chasm. It struck her suddenly erect clitoris and Sally was made weak by the feeling that flowed through her.
"I can't what, little sister?"
"You can't do this. It's rape. You're raping your own sister!"
"That's all right. I don't think you're going to tell anyone about it. No one at all, are you, sis?"
As the full impact of what he meant sank in, Sally was struck dumb by the dual shock of what he said and the physical sensation of his free hand guiding his cock into her sperm slick channel.
"I can't…" she gasped hopelessly. She'd never fucked more than once at a time before. And now her brother was sliding into the same hole Ralph had left only minutes earlier and she cringed inside. She remembered how stiff and sore she always was after her infrequent sex bouts. And somehow she knew Jason was big enough to really stretch her cunt. "Oooooohhhhhh," she groaned as he started to cram his cock in her.
Staring in to the mirror, Sally watched the whole slow process as her brother fucked her against her will. She was fascinated by the play of light on his greasy cock as it heaved into her taut twat. The skin was loose and whitish, but it pulled back in sloppy folds as he bored into her cunt.
His other hand wrapped around her body and engulfed her bobbing tit. His fingers milked her engorged nipple making it swell even more, turning it darker red. Inside her sex hole she was on fire. Her muscles were being strained in all directions as Jason's cock reamed her hole out. She couldn't take her eyes off what was happening.
When he had driven his pecker into her slot as far as it would go, Jason slowly began to draw his cock out. It felt wild leaving her cunt and his cock gleamed with the coating of cunt juke that covered it.
Sally moaned and moved her hips. She couldn't stop herself. It was an automatic pleasure reflex that made the movement of his prick in her hot, eager body even more unbearable. She was volcanic inside.
"Don't… fuck… me!" she ordered deliberately.
Jason's fingers tightened on her boobs leaving red marks and she gasped and jerked back and impaled her crack on Jason's rigid pecker. "Ohhhhhoohh," she sirened. It felt so goooood she couldn't deny it.
Sally bit her lower lip in her teeth and watched as if she was a stranger while Jason heaved against her. His cock flashed in and out of her cunt like a sewing machine making buttonholes. His cock went around and straight in and out and left to right and then right to left.
In and out, in and out the greasy cock flesh drove in her weeping hale tying her sex organs in knots of pleasure. Sally was cresting on the wonderful pleasure, of being fucked by her brother. The sharp pangs of feeling radiating out from her nipples slammed into her raging cunt and her sex juice seemed to pour out of her cunt in response.
"Harder!" she moaned. The order was tarn out of her by the savage pounding of Jason's cock in and out of her womb. The tip of his pecker speared clear up to the beginnings of her sex channel and each time he hit her womb with a particularly hard fuck, Sally thought she'd die of pleasure. She heaved her ass back and flung her cunt on Jason's cock. She couldn't stop. She was going to fuck and fuck harder and harder until she burst. She was floating, she was higher and higher than she'd been with Ralph and she'd thought that with the bay there was nothing greater. But her brother's nonstop fucking was pushing her aver the edge of sanity into a questionable darkness.