The door opened without warning and her brother's head popped in. "Hey, Pen… " was all he said, then he gaped wide-eyed and grinned knowingly. She flushed with the embarrassment of being caught with a finger in the honey jar.
"Don't you ever knock?" She recovered nicely, slipping her finger out, and casually switched to a scratching of the area, then clasped her hands innocently on her stomach.
Steve walked to the foot of the lounge and eyed her closely. "Why didn't you call me? I'm horny as a bastard, too… Sunday mornings are always bad," he said, admiring her body.
"I need a man, not my kid brother," she sighed, knowing the challenge would be met with enthusiasm.
Steve walked along the side of the couch, ran his hand up her leg with a teasing slowness, circled the triangle of hair with a finger and moved up her stomach to tease her tight nipples.
"Then close your eyes and pretend," he suggested. "Or maybe you enjoy playing with yourself more than the real thing."
She grabbed the lump in his pants, squeezed it gently and said, "It's too late for that. Can't let my baby brother walk around town with a big bulge in his jeans."
Steve started to strip and Penny turned on her side to watch. At twenty-two he was handsome and lean; spoiled, too, she thought, only she was two years ahead of him. She stared admiringly at his big, stiff cock as he finished undressing.
My kid brother is nicely hung, she said to herself. And it's a pleasure to see a good set of balls hanging at the base of a husky mate organ instead of shriveled-up prunes.
When Steve finished undressing he strolled over to the lounge and looked over his sister's charms.
There was no rushing or impatience in his approach. He just stood next to her, clenched fists resting on his hips, and contemplated his assault.
Like Penny, Steve was looking for more than just the same old sex scene. Balling his sister was one-up on the usual act because their attitudes were different to begin with; sisters and brothers didn't have to impress one another and he didn't have to worry about her telling the girls he was a lousy hump.
"If you're going to stand there admiring the scenery, move a little closer so I can amuse myself with that belly-tickler of yours," she said softly. Steve moved closer to her face as she requested, but continued to just stand there and eye her voluptuous body.
Penny took his cock in her fist and delivered a warm, wet, open-mouthed kiss to his testicles. First one side, then the other. She sipped the loose skin between her lips and licked it. She licked a very wet tongue all over his balls and enjoyed the strong pulse from his responding cock. Fooled him, she said to herself. Probably expected me to plunge that gorgeous meat into my mouth and gobble it up. Now he wishes I would! And the longer I keep him wishing, the better it's going to feel when I finally do suck it into my mouth.
Chills danced up Steve's spine with each touch of Penny's hot lips and tongue on his balls. He reached down and cupped her firm tits, massaged them and worked the budlike nipples into the palms of his hands. Penny's tongue was on the base of his shaft and a trickle of cream awaited it at the ballooning head. His hands drifted down to the nest of hair between her legs and his fingers combed through the soft fluff that was beginning to dampen. He watched the moist pink lips of her cunt. And the mirror also reflected the drooling tongue that was snaking around his cock, slowly working its way, inch by inch, up his throbbing spear.
The odor of maleness filled Penny's nostrils and she closed her eyes to drink in the fragrance that made her mouth water from the salty taste it suggested. But she refused to let her desire for the syrupy nectar prompt her into a slow climb to the top, with her tongue covering every inch of his meat, feeling the cords and veins bulging with tenseness. Finally she reached the bottom rim of the heart-shaped head and Steve was no longer interested in watching. His fingers were on her cheeks and she felt them force her jaw open and her mouth was suddenly filled with cock; past her lips and teeth, pressing down her tongue as it swept to the back of her throat and lodged there. She reached around his hips and dug her nails into his buttocks, pulling him harder and farther down her throat.
"Uhhhhmmmmmmm," she gagged approvingly, looking up into his staring eyes. And she knew by the look, on his face that the feeling was mutual. Then she backed off until just the tip was between her puffed lips and sipped a fresh droplet from the eye.
Before the next plunge, Steve knelt on the lounge over her head and lowered himself so his mouth was capable of taking possession of her sex. It also gave him the advantage of driving his piston into her mouth without giving her room to back off again. While her lips were sipping the tip of his cock and the tip of her tongue was darting-out to tease it, he covered the point where her legs met with an open mouth and sucked. His tongue slithered around the hot, moist entrance to her burning sex-cave, returning her teases with his own. Both tongues trying to out-tease one another.
Desire swept through Penny's body and mind as though boiling acid was coursing through her veins. She wanted to scream, just to get it out of her, but she knew that screaming wouldn't help. Instead she reached up and dug her nails into his ass again, this time with all her might, forcing him deep into her throat, where she screamed now in silence and it felt so good.
Steve had to catch his breath from that goodie, pausing briefly to contain his impulse to come. Once again in control of himself he plunged his tongue into the depths of her cunt; sliding, slipping, skidding out of control in a powerful surge that was lubricated by the wetness of his tongue and the oozing juices on the walls of the red-hot tunnel, stopped only when the length of his tongue ran Out and his head came abruptly into the junction of her legs, slamming against her when he could go no farther. Were it possible, his head would have followed his tongue into the soft, pulsing depths of this cozy chamber. Instead, her leg muscles gripped him in a viselike head lock and held him there in place.
For a few brief moments they remained motionless, their brains trying to sort out the sensations all parts of their bodies were reporting simultaneously. But it was hopeless. Too much… too fast. Penny exploded first, reaching a wild orgasm that left her helplessly exhausted and weak, followed by Steve's first discharge of come into her throat. She sprang back to life and savagely drank the rejuvenating cream shooting into her mouth, reaching another climax that caused her to gag and lose the last of the cream out the sides of her mouth.
Steve got to his feet and almost stumbled back on top of her, his head was spinning so fast. They grinned at each other and then laughed at his drunken behavior.
"Man… I feel like… I just wrestled… the entire Russian Army," Steve said gulping air between phrases and sitting on the edge of the couch before his weakened legs gave out.
"Hell, I thought I was doing you a favor," Penny said, pretending to pout. "Maybe you should give up sex if the work is too strenuous."
"Fuck you, Penelope," he answered with a big grin. "You don't look as though you've got enough sap left to close your eyelids."
"Bullshit! Just let me remind you, baby brother, that I just drained all the sap from that big… well, maybe not so big… maple tree. So I've got yours and mine."
"Mmmmmm… is that what this is? A maple tree?"
"I guess your girl friends just don't take good care of you like your big sister."
"You can say that again. The fuckin' breads just open their legs-which I happen to believe are connected to their mouths, because they both open together-and start babbling intellectual stanzas they've memorized for the occasion."
"Well, it seems you've reached the same boredom with the 'forbidden fruit' that I have."
"Yeah, but I don't think I'll give it up, though."
"I seem to be on a self-imposed diet. I've reached the point where I find myself putting men into categories. I'll meet a guy for the first time and say, I remember you; you're supposed to be the greatest stud around… until the performance starts and your acting career ends.' It seems everybody's got a hang-up. And who wants seconds with the same bore, even if it's a new face?"