"What's going on, Sis?"
"Nothing, big brother," she said, concentrating on the downward slope of her ball. She flipped it once but it sank in a penalty hole and the machine gave her only five points for her effort.
"I could do better than that with the head of my dick," Howell laughed, swigging beer. For some reason, Abby appreciated his vulgar attempt at humor. Maybe because she was so damned bored.
"My, my," she said, "what else do you do with that thing?"
"Come upstairs and I'll show you," her brother drawled, squeezing his beer can until the metal clinked.
Abby didn't look up from her pinball game. She should have been shocked at what her brother had said. But he'd been laying out the naughty innuendoes for years really. It was a kind of joke of his. Her brother had never so much as put a hand on her in the past year. But she was remembering the way he'd been looking the other night. She'd felt a new hunger, a fresh and hungry electricity in his attentions.
"Naw, you shoulda let it bounce before you flipped it," he said, reaching around her waist. She let him reach around on both sides to take charge of the flipper buttons. Behind she could feel the warmth of his chest and body. It was such an odd feeling. She was actually becoming excited. And it was her own brother doing the exciting. Something in her mind bucked suddenly. She couldn't just stand there and let him rub against her like that. His cock, yes, she could feel it! It felt so close against her. But then she had taken off her panties, hadn't she? No! This was too close.
"Howell, would you let me get loose?" She squirmed but her strong brother closed the circle of his arms enough to capture her against his body. "Howell!"
He was lifting the hem of her summer dress. And then she realized with a start that his cock had been poking out of his pants the whole time. No wonder he'd felt so close. With just the thin cotton material separating them. And now even that wasn't there anymore. As her brother's cocktip brushed hotly against one cheek of her ass, Abby tried to drive an elbow against his belly.
"Easy sister, easy!" He held her as she struggled. "You want it as bad as I do." His hands were under her dress, rubbing up her heaving belly. Then he surrounded one of her big breasts and began to knead it slowly and suggestively. Her nipple exploded outwards against his palm. Abby gave a whimpering cry and leaned heavily against the pin ball machine.
"Don't… Ohhh… Ohhh Howell, please! I'm begging you to let me go." Why hadn't she put on a bra that morning? Why hadn't she put on a girdle and chastity belt for that matter.
"Howell… Ohh God, what do you think you're doing?"
He staggered away from her suddenly, turning as he shoved his cock in his pants. Then he gave her the strangest look.
"I don't know," he said, mumbling the words. "I don't really know." Then he was gone. Abby caught her breath finally and tried to finish her pinball game, but her concentration was shot to hell. She went behind the bar herself and got out a bottle of scotch. She poured herself two inches in a glass and almost choked getting it down, but it helped the minute it got to her stomach.
"My own brother trying to put the make on me. Boy, he must really be getting horny." But then she turned and caught her reflection in the mirror behind the bottles. Her light complexion was flushed from the excitement, her nostrils flared. Her black hair fell sexily over her shoulders and a smoldering, female aroma seemed to surround her. Her painted nails ticked on the glass she held. "Poor Howell. I guess I do look pretty inviting. Even to my own brother."
That night she lay in her bed, unable to relax completely. She'd even sneaked the bottle upstairs with her to get a little help. She'd been feeling very confused about some things. Very confused. Like the shivery feeling she still got just thinking about her brother's cock touching her bottom like that. She knew it was perverse to dwell on such things but she couldn't help but try and imagine what it looked like back there as it pressed into the white meat of her right buttock.
"Damn," Abby swore, sitting up in bed to reach the scotch from the table. She poured some over her melting ice cube and swished it around in the glass. She could see by the moonlight that flooded across her rug. She had her balcony doors open and a light breeze stirred the curtains. She sat with her knees pulled up and sipped the scotch. Between her thighs, her pussy seemed to glow like a fire banked for the night. Every movement, however slight, set off new embers that sent tingles up and down her skin.
"Oh hell, I've already fingerfucked once tonight and it didn't seem to do any good." She sipped more scotch and tried to think of something like sailboats or cooking. Her cunt seeped sex juice onto the back of her filmy gown. Maybe she could find something to stick up her. Maybe that would ease the tension. Something shaped like Perry's cock. No, she didn't even want to think of that dumb, dull Perry anymore. And yet that was the only cock she could picture. Besides her brother's thick penis. She'd seen that once when he'd been drunk and skinned his shorts at the pool.
"No, this is absolutely ridiculous." She took a healthy slug of scotch. "Howell was just fooling around. He is my brother. I am his sister. It's absolutely ridiculous to lose sleep over something like…"
The movement on her balcony made her start. Or had it been anything but the wind wafting the curtains? She stared until her eyes burned but heard nothing. She was getting too jumpy. She felt the scotch working on her now, and it felt good. She put the glass on the table and lay back. Her gown was tangled up across her thighs. With just a little effort she could lift it higher so she could get a finger into her body. But hadn't she decided to go hunt up something bigger to penetrate her cunt with? Mmmmm, the scotch did feel good.
There! She had heard something. And then the shadow of a male figure filled the balcony for a second as whoever it was entered her bedroom. Abby opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. Then she smelled the beer and the sweaty musk of a man without a shirt. She knew who it was. And as Howell's mouth closed over hers and a hand pushed her gown up, she could only gasp under the weight.
"I want you, Abby!" he breathed, tugging at his jeans now. She was still too shocked for words, digging her heels into the mattress as she tried to squirm away.
"Nooo… Ohh God Howell, you've got to be crazy coming in here like this…" But his hand had brushed her cuntlips open. They were already swollen and damp with her hot juice. As his finger teased her clit from its little hood, her ass squirmed circles against the sheet. "Nuhhhhh… Nuhhhnnoo," she grunted, trying to fight the sharp pleasure that shot through her belly and thighs.
Her breasts had burst from the top of her gown now and her brother was mouthing them hungrily, moaning like some wild animal. Abby thought she might be able to push him back until one of her thick, dark nipples slipped between his teeth. Then the strength drained from her arms as Howell tongued the supersensitive nubbin.
"Nhhuuhh," she gasped, writhing under his hands and mouth and body. Something hot and hard pressed against her thigh. She knew that her brother's rigid cock was getting dangerously close to her cunt. And her gown had been jerked down off her shoulders and shoved up to expose her belly. She could feel his hairy muscular stomach rubbing hers.
"Howell… this is awful!"
"It isn't awful," he grunted, "and you know it isn't!"
"Ohhh… leave me be! Leave me…" Her head fell to the side as Howell's mouth wet her neck and ear. She was jerking now, unable to stop the flood of pleasure that had swept through her every fiber.
And Howell's cock seemed even harder now. It felt like an ax handle as he eased it up the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She wriggled again, tilting her hips furiously in an attempt to keep him away from her seeping, feverish hole. But the tip of his cock had pushed into the tangled thatch of dark cunt hair. She could feel the curls parting until at last his glans throbbed against the slightly parted swells of her labia.