"No-o-o-o!" Betty cried.
She reached for her brother's hand. She wanted it back at her snatch. But he was already mounting her.
Joey thought this was it. Suddenly, though, Betty shoved him away. It seemed to be the same story as last time.
"Let me blow you," Betty said.
So it wasn't to be like last time, key thought. His strategy had worked. And he was in for a real treat.
"First rub me off," Betty said.
That sounded fair enough. Joey would love to rub his sister off. But he didn't know what she meant.
When he hesitated, Betty took his hand and placed it on her cunt. Then she put the tip of his middle finger between her hairy cunt-lips.
"Here," she said. "Rub me right here."
When he began rubbing, Betty began writhing. With his finger near the front of her slot, Joey was able to make his sister twist and jerk just by pressing harder or rubbing faster.
This must be her clit, he thought. He'd heard of a clit, but had never been sure what it was.
"Now stick your finger up my cunt again," Betty whispered. "Yeah-h-h-h! Now rub my clit some more! Ah-h-h-h-h!"
Following her instructions, boy soon had his sister wild with lust. She was going into such fits of pleasure she made Patty's passion in the library pale in comparison. And Joey was only using his finger on his sister. What would happen if he could fuck her?
"E-e-e-e-e-e-e!" Betty wailed.
In her lust she lifted her ass right off the bed.
Her body arched, only her feet and shoulders touching the mattress. Then she let herself drop with a bounce. Then she arched her back again, lifting her ass and cunt.
Joey had all he could do to keep his fingers in her bouncing twat. The state of excitement he was in made it even more difficult to follow his sister's pussy. But he managed. After all, there was a nice reward waiting for him.
"Oh-h-h-h-h, Joey?" Betty cried desperately. "You're making me come. Yeah-h-h-h-h!" Watching his sister come as he rubbed her pussy was wonderful. But Joey couldn't help being impatient. So to hurry things along, he put more pressure on his sister's clit and rubbed as fast as could.
"A-a-a-a-a-a!" Betty wailed. "E-e-e-a-a-h-h!"
Joey loved watching his sister in her ecstasy. And knowing that he was responsible made it even better.
Finally, Betty slapped her thighs closed. She trapped Joey's hand, making it stop. She looked as though she had had enough.
Covered with sweat, her mouth wide open and her chest heaving. Betty looked wrung out. Joey hoped she wouldn't be too tired to suck his cock.
"Wow, that was nice," she said breathlessly.
Then she lay there breathing hard and wiping sweat from her face.
Joey was getting worried. She wouldn't have said she was going to blow him just to get him to rub her off, would she? He wondered.
"You said you would blow me," he reminded her.
Betty giggled.
Joey couldn't help worrying.
"What's your hurry?" she asked. "Can't I catch my breath first?"
"Sure, sure," he said. "Take your time." Now that he was reassured that she was still going to suck his cock, he felt better. He was still anxious, though. After all, he'd dreamed about sticking his prick into a chick's mouth for a long time. But he never thought it would really happen.
Finally, Betty rolled onto her side. She reached for her brother's twitching cock, then dragged herself down beside his thighs.
Joey was burning with passion. He watched his sister, not quite believing what he saw.
Bringing her face over his prick, Betty's hanging tits were dragged onto one of his thighs. Slowly her face descended until her mouth was only an inch above his prick-head.
In a flash, her tongue appeared, then disappeared again. But Joey felt her soft, hot tongue wipe across his prick's swollen knob. That contact with her tongue made his cock vibrate.
Betty's tongue flashed again. It licked the underside of his cock-head this time.
"Huh-h-h!" Joey gasped.
Betty was holding the base of her brother's prick and she began covering the whole head with licks.
"Ah-h-h!" Joey moaned.
Betty held her tongue out rigidly. Then she moved it up and down Joey's shaft and around the collar of his prick-head.
Every touch of Betty's soft tongue on Joey's cock made the boy flinch. But when she opened her mouth wide and took his prick into it, Joey began squirming uncontrollably.
This was even better than having his prick in a pussy, Joey thought. His sister's hot mouth squeezed his cock-head. Her tongue wiggled beneath it.
"M-m-m-m," Joey moaned softly.
Betty was sucking him hungrily. And as she did, she cupped his balls in her hand, rolling them around gently.
Now Joey was arching his back in fits of passion.
Slowly at first, then faster, Betty began lifting and lowering her head. Joey's prick was sliding in and out of her mouth.
"Ah-h-h, oh-h-h," he sighed every time his prick slid over his sister's tongue.
Her teeth were scraping the high ridge around his prick-head. It hurt slightly but it seemed the pain only made the blow job more exciting.
Before long, Betty's head was bobbing up and down with a fast, steady rhythm. And Joey was writhing with outlandish passion under her rising and falling head.
"Betty!" Joey cried. "I'm going to come!"
Joey didn't know what his sister was going to do. He hoped she wouldn't merely abandon his prick now that it was about to spew his jism. But he didn't expect to see her continue sucking him. That's what she did, though.
"I'm going to come," Joey warned her again.
But the girl only made her head bob faster. Now she was jerking the skin of his prick up and down with her hand, too.
"Ah-h-h-h!" Joey cried as the searing sensation of a fabulous orgasm filled his cock and balls.
Betty was making loud gulping sounds.
She was swallowing his jism, Joey realized in his ecstasy. And knowing that made his orgasm even better.
Joey writhed, and Betty sucked until he was dry. Even so, she kept his prick in her mouth, sucking every trace of his cum from his shrinking cock.
By the time Betty lifted her face, dropping her brother's cock from her mouth, he was soft and spent.
"There, how was that?" Betty asked with a smile.
"Oh, Betty," Joey sighed. "That was the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"Better than fucking?" she asked.
Joey thought for a minute. "At least as good," he said.
"So you see," Betty said, "I'm not deriving Chuck by not fucking him. He's happy with my blow jobs."
"Who wouldn't be?" Joey said happily.
CHAPTER FIVE
A few days later, Joey heard sobbing sounds as he passed his sister's bedroom door. He stopped and listened. Sure enough, she was crying.
He knocked. There was no answer, so Joey opened the door and peeked in. Betty was lying face down on her bed.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Nothing that you can do anything about," she said.
"But what happened?" he asked.
"Chuck broke up with me," Betty said. "He's going out with Mary Perkins."
Joey went to his sister. He patted her on the back.
"Don't worry," he said. "There will be a lot of guys dying to go out with you."
"But I love Chuck!" Betty cried. "I don't want to go out with other boys."
Secretly, Joey was glad to hear that Chuck had broke up with his sister. Now he could have her all to himself. But he would have to wait until she got over Chuck before be could expect any more blow jobs, he supposed.
He tried to cheer Betty up for a while. Then he left her.
That evening, Jane came over. Joey hadn't seen her since the night he had gone to the drive-in with her and fingered her cunt.
"Hi," Joey said happily.
"You boys are all alike," Jane said as she ran up to Betty's room.