He zipped his shorts down-and once again his virile cock reared up and quivered before me. “I've got just a bit left,” he grinned. “One last load and it's all yours if you want it.”
“Oh, Bobby!” I crowed, caught in the grip of a resurgent lust. “I'll take it all!” With that I pitched face-first down on his crotch and took his big cock into my mouth. I had to turn my face to the side to fit it in but bravely pushed on, dipping my mouth so far down over his cock that his woolly pubic hair brushed against my nose. The vibrancy of his hard cock reverberated throughout my body, activating me from head to toe. Bob sat with his face turned towards the driveway, watching it as if nothing was happening. But now and then he twisted uncomfortably as the sensations got too much for him.
I was supposed to keep an eye on the door to make sure no one came down the passageway. That duty proved too much for me. His cock bulged my cheeks out and filled my face so completely that I could hardly open my eyes! Nora wouldn't be likely to come upstairs, not while she had Harold to talk at. She loved to talk. No one could shut her up once she started. And so I gave myself over to sucking my brother's cock, letting the process absorb me until my whole body was engaged in making love to his towering phallus.
“You'd better stop,” he said suddenly. I drew back and looked out of the window, expecting to see Dad's car drive up. “No, there's no one coming,” said Bob, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I didn't want to blow just yet. Jesus, you turn me on, Kathy! Other girls have tried to blow me but I just couldn't get off on it. When you do it, though, it's a whole new sensation.”
“Let me know when you're ready for more.”
“I'll tell you what,” he said, getting to his feet, “you sit on your knees on the seat and lean with your elbows on the window sill, just like you're waiting for Dad to come home. And leave the rest to me.
Once more I obeyed him, poking my ass back at him with enthusiasm. I felt his thick knob rub along the furrow of my ass, slowly, nudging up against my asshole, then down the slit of my pussy. A deep shiver ran through me and I pushed my ass back further in an open invitation for him to enter my body, anyway he wanted. I could still feel the echo of his potent fucking at the lake, the taste of thick cock, hot flesh riding in and out of my body. And the time had come for more. But Bob teased me like a trout fisher. The delicious bait dangled before the entrance to my pussy and had it been humanly possible I would have swallowed him for keeps.
He played me for as long as I could stand it. Then, when I felt Td snap if he didn't feed me a length of hot cock right away, I said: “Come on, Bob, Dad could be home at any time!” That did it. He rested his knob directly against my cunt hole, paused a moment, then shoved it up me when he thought I was ready. For a second my pussy resisted, tightening like a virgin. Bob moved back a little way and tried again, bumping his knob into me till my flesh gave way and admitted him to the hot, wet cavity inside.
I leaned over the window sill and let my eyes drift over the garden and the trees and the driveway without seeing much at all. Powerful sensations erupted in my belly. Bob had half of his cock into me already and he was pushing to get the rest up there too. The blood pulsed through my body, faster and faster, thumping in my ears, but I leaned further forward anyway, to give Bob all of my ass.
He had found his rhythm and now his cock slipped in and out of me with long, regular strokes. His hands gripped the flesh of my ass and his pubic bone thudded against my asshole with each mighty stroke. I mauled one of my tits in tune with his fucking, but for the rest I looked normal enough, at least from the point of view of someone coming up the driveway. The surrounding houses were mainly shuttered and curtained into blindness, but I fantasized that people were peering through their drapes to see what was going on in Bob's bedroom. Why was Kathy leaning out of the window and why was Bob rocking back and forth behind her like that? They wouldn't have the imagination to work it out, I thought.
My pleasant reverie was interrupted by the emergence of Nora and Harold. She was going to walk him to his car but she happened to look up and see me. “Admiring the view, Kathy?” she said, turning around to face me.
“Uh…” I replied. Nothing in me was prepared for this. My mind turned and creaked but no words appeared. Bob was battering my innards from all angles, fucking on all the more heatedly now that he knew someone was around. It turned him on but it left me in hot water. “… Just relaxing,” I said finally.
“Listen, tell Dad I'll be back in half an hour,” said Nora. “Harold and I are going to the campus library.”
“Yeah, right,” I croaked. Could she hear Bob's loins slapping against my ass? And did the sound of my slurping curt carry all the way down? There was no need to worry, I told myself, because Nora wouldn't recognize the sounds even if she heard them.
“Have they gone?” asked Bob.
“Yes,” I said. He started to fuck me harder, driving his cock deep into me, his fingernails digging into my buttocks painfully. And every bit of the pain complemented the pleasure, giving it that little extra just for me. It felt as though my whole body was raring into an erogenous zone in the course of this fuck. When his rough pubic hair brushed against my asshole it irradiated all sorts of sharp, tiny thrills through me; and his fingernails coursing down the orbs of my ass produced different feelings, hot and cold, shivery feelings that undermined my sanity most effectively. Then, when he reached out with one hand to squeeze my tits through my dress, I thought the nipples would burst with delight!
The position I was in excited me, too. It was a strictly sexual stance, one in which anyone could be fucking me and I wouldn't know if it was an Alsation or Paul Newman. Anonymous, lustful, with only Bob's hard breathing to tell me there was a human attached to the cock and grasping hands. Like a bitch in heat I cocked my ass up at the male thing and let myself be fucked tremendously. There were moments when I couldn't contain all the passion, and that's when long, wailing cries escaped me, cries that became shorter, more urgent as I closed in on my orgasm. After a time my breathing became vocalized, every pant a yell, every inhalation a cry of need! And Bob kept ramming and reaming, so vigorous and capable.
“Here's Dad!” he hissed, and speeded up his motion. I focussed my eyes on the driveway and saw his long car swing in. For the last moment of our intimacy I lowered my head and concentrated everything on reaching my climax. We were so close, so very close! My body turned tense, ready to explode-but then Bob pulled out, grabbed a handkerchief, and shot his wad into it. He rubbed his cock clean, pressed the remnants of his sperm into it and threw the hanky under his bed. “Come on, Kathy,” he said, zipping up his shorts, “stand up and pull your dress down.”
“I can't!” I sobbed. “Please Bob, I'm so close-finger me, do anything, but get me off!”
“Shit!” He checked to see where Dad was. Dressed in his stiff business outfit, Dad strode across the lawn and glanced at me curiously. “Okay, just stay like that.” Two, three, fingers shoved up my cunt and his thumb began to titillate my clitoris impatiently, a harsh way of doing it but just what I needed. It took me a little while to get back on the track but then I came! A sudden bubble of color welled up in my belly and burst all through me, blotting out everything but my ecstasy while it lasted. When I came down Bob had already set me on my feet and pulled my dress down over my ass.
“Hi Dad!” he said brightly, and I, following his lead, said hello to Dad, too.
“Hello, kids,” he said sternly. “Did you enjoy your outing?”
“Very much, thank you, Dad.” Would he notice the hot flush on my face? Couldn't he see that Bob was shining with perspiration? Apparently not. He went into the master bedroom and closed the door. Bob and I looked at each other and sighed with relief. I fell back on his bed and crossed my legs. It was impossible to stand up with my knees as weak as they were.