Chapter 5
Ricky and Sherry ate their dinner in silence. From time to time the boy would look up at his sister and grin. But as soon as he had finished eating, he excused himself and went to his room.
Sherry was worried. She hoped she had not gone too far, that in her greed she had not spoiled the chances for her and her brother to have a really close relationship.
She knew she should not have done it. But the lure of his hard young cock straining against his shorts had been too much. Something had snapped inside her. She had had to possess that cock, no matter what the consequences. As she thought about the rubbery resilience of his cock inside her mouth, she got that urgent feeling again between her legs. She was sure it had all been worth it.
But if she had lost Ricky's trust, it would not be worth it. She would never forgive herself.
She went to bed with what was left of the bottle of wine. As she tried to analyze the attraction that had brought her to the depraved point of sucking her own brother's cock, she realized that in a sense Ricky was the healthy young animal she had first seen in Rod.
At twenty-two, even Rod had seemed too young to her at first. But Ricky was eleven years younger than she was! Though she hated to admit it, she realized it was the boy's very youth that appealed to her. His youth and his beauty.
If she had laughingly called herself a dirty old woman for seducing Rod, what had her seduction of Ricky made her? Not only was he only a boy, but he was her own brother!
As the wine dulled her senses and carried her closer to sleep, Sherry felt two instincts grappling inside her. One was excitement. Her throbbing cunt longed for the release she knew her fingers could give her. The other was sadness. She had betrayed the trust of her own brother. He was only a boy. How guilty he must be feeling over what they had just done! She should go to him and try to console him. She should tell him it was all right, it would never happen again. Everyone was entitled to one mistake.
Her libido was contemptuous of her guilty conscience. It wanted only to remember the hard young cock, the way it had spurted so wildly inside her mouth. The memory of his sleek smooth flesh under her fingertips made her quiver from eyelashes to toes.
At last sleep rescued her from her anguish.
Sherry had no idea how much later it was when she was awakened by a stirring on her father's big round bed. Panic immobilized her as she tried to peer through the darkness, to discover if there was someone on the bed with her. Instinct told her to make no sudden movements. If there was a prowler, a rapist on her bed, she did not want to give him the advantage of knowing she was awake. She wanted her first frantic bid for safety to be a surprise.
Suddenly Sherry relaxed. She knew as surely as if she had turned the light on who it was in bed with her. It was Ricky! Whether it was his size, his scent, his vibes that warned her, she knew her prowler was her kid brother.
Sherry stopped the greeting that was about to escape her lips. She would pretend she was still asleep. She would find out what Ricky had in mind before she blew her cover.
She half expected her trembling to give her away as the boy stretched out on the satin sheet next to her. He was naked. She could feel the pressure of his hard cock against her hip as he molded his body against hers. His fingertips began to roam over the filmy expanse of her sheer nightie. A low groan escaped the redhead's lips. She stirred slightly and then was still. She hoped he would accept the suggestion that her groans had been inspired only by a dream. "Sherry?" he whispered softly, but she made no answer. His hand continued to roam over her tits, her belly, then down to her thighs and up underneath her nightie.
His hand went straight to her soft moist pussy. Sherry wriggled slightly, trying to make it seem casual, unintentional. She wanted to make sure he had lots of room to work in her hot hungry slit. The woman knew now that her brother was not as upset as she had feared over what they had done earlier. Instead, he was hard-cocked and ready for more experimenting. Sherry wanted to laugh with relief. His finger reaching down between her pussy-lips turned a grin to a grimace of agonized pleasure.
His timid gropings along her cunt convinced Sherry that Ricky had never felt a woman's pussy before, or if he had, he hadn't learned much from the experience about how to handle one. His hand felt good, just because it was his hand and she wanted him to touch her so much. But she longed to feel his fingers drive deep up into her snatch, to possess her, to ready her for a greater pleasure to come.
His hard cock pressed more insistently against her hip The woman longed to grab hold of it and stroke it until it could no longer stand the pain of longing. Until it would have to split wide the hungering flanges of her cunt.
Just when she was getting so hot she thought she would have to abandon her pretence of sleep, Ricky surprised her. He climbed on top of her and forced her thighs wide apart with his knees. He guided his cock-tip down between the moist soft lips of her pussy. He shoved his hard young cock deep deep into her wet cunt.
There was no more pretending. Sherry could not suppress the lusty groan that rose up from the very depths of her soul. "Aaaaahhhhh! God! God!"
"Sherry?" came the anxious voice. "Are you all right, Sherry?"
She reached for his soft red-blond hair that seemed to glow in the feeble light now that her eyes were used to the dark. "Darling, I'm wonderful! Oh, God, it feels so wonderful!" She pulled his face close to hers and she drove her tongue deep in between his lips. He hesitated only a moment. Then his own tongue shot out to meet hers.
Brother and sister were linked in a consuming embrace of starved primal passion.
Her hands slipped down to his bare ass-cheeks and she gripped them firmly. She guided him into a smooth, hard-driving screwing rhythm that filled her with bliss at every instroke of his hard ruthless cock. "Hhhnnhh, oh, it's soo good, ooohhh, Ricky!"
"It feels good, sis! Your pussy feels even better than I thought it would when I was watching you last night." With the precocious ease with which some boys slip into manhood, he began to find his stride. His chest swelled with pride at the mighty effort he was making to satisfy his sister's aroused senses. Her moans and whimpers of pleasure delighted him. If he could satisfy a woman as beautiful and sophisticated as his sister, he must be okay. He had nothing to fear from women now. He had only to go about learning all the tricks and maneuvers that make a woman happy.
Everything he did to his big sister seemed to make her happy. He tried shoving his cock into her hard and fast. He tried suspending his rhythm in mid-stroke. That only made her moan and writhe more frantically than ever. The boy was delighted to discover that as long as he was doing what felt good to him, he was pleasing his sister too. Screwing was as easy as falling off a log and a hell of a lot more fun!
There was one part of the process that was was not so easy. That was keeping a tight rein on his swelling balls. Despite the surging orgasm Sherry had given him earlier with her mouth-despite the orgasm he had dealt himself with his hand in his room as he relived the experience-still Ricky could feel the tendrils of lust teasing at his self-control. It would have been so easy to lose himself in thoughts like: he was getting laid for the first time; he was screwing his own sister; he and Sherry were humping like rabbits right on their dad's bed.
Any one of those thoughts if concentrated on long enough, could have made him lose his wad. So he didn't let himself think about them. He didn't let himself think about how tight and hot her pussy felt each time it tugged his cock up inside. He thought about taking a cold shower outside in the middle of winter. It was something he had read in a book once and it seemed to work.
Except that it was so damned hard not to think about all those sexy things his brain kept trying to hark back to.
Though he knew from his conversations with other boys that screwing his own sister was supposed to be a sin, that did not prevent the boy from reveling in the joy of plunging his cock into Sherry's heated pussy. Sherry had been living away from home since he was nine years old. She had always been his ideal of female beauty. She was hardly like a sister to him at all. Ever since he had been old enough to jerk himself off, Ricky had been using the fantasy of screwing Sherry to excite himself. He did not worry about sin. He worried only about reaping all the pleasure he could from the moment. He could find nothing wrong with something that felt so intensely good. He needed Sherry and from the way she was responding, he sensed that she needed him.
Her fists were pounding on his back. She had raised her knees up and her feet were kicking furiously against his ass-cheeks. She shimmied her pussy up his cock-shaft like a coon hustling up a tree. The woman seemed to be in her own world of stimulation. She never flagged for a moment. The intensity of her response never faltered. Her moans continued to resound in his ear like the sweetest song Ricky had ever heard.
"Uuuuhhh, sis-I always wanted to do this! Jeez, you feel good! Cripes!" Words failed the boy. He shut his mouth and kept on screwing.
Sherry's own doubts about the lightness of what they were doing vanished under the reassurance of the boy's words. Ricky, from the vantage point of youth and purity, saw nothing wrong with what they were doing. He was experiencing only the pleasure. That was what she would do too. She wanted to be with him in the pleasure. It was growing deeper and stronger. Her belly was spasming with the intensity of her arousal. His cock seemed to fill her everywhere, until at last she could hold no more.
"Oh, God, Ricky! I'm cumming!" Her face set in a frozen grin as she continued to hurl her hips up at his loins. Even as wave after wave of release swept through her, she was struggling for more of the pleasure. She had only been releasing the safety valve to make room for more of her young brother's good loving.
Knowing that he had brought his sister to climax did something to the boy. He was no longer playacting now. He had set up a chain of events that had reaped an explosion of joy in his sister's belly. The experience made him feel responsible for her. For the ecstasy that he was dealing her with every long deep stroke of his cock-shaft. He concentrated on every thrusting movement of his hips, conscious that with his stroke he could push her back up to those peaks, little by little or all at once. It all depended on how he did it. The boy was beginning to understand there was more than first met the eye to this lovemaking business. A lot to learn.
"Uuuuuhh, sis! I love to make you feel good!" And he did. With stroke after stroke. With every ounce of energy he had. Until at last he had no more to give.
She felt his cock expand again and the added pressure on her pussy-walls drove her once again into orgasm. She reveled in the first feel of his hot sperm filling her cunt. It was so good to be doing it together. To cum together on the satin sheets on her dad's big round bed. "Ricky! Oooooohhh! I'm cumming again, darling!"
"Me too! Uh-uh jeez!" He felt himself letting go all at once. Total joy filled him at the thought of filling his sister's cunt with his hot teeming cum. He knew now the ultimate pleasure of a man-to have stowed his jism in hot pussy, where it was supposed to go!
His hand would never feel quite so good again!
Despite the powerful explosions she had just weathered, Sherry was as wide awake and full of energy now as if she had just had a snoutful of pure oxygen. Her nerve-endings still tingled with the rousing memories of everything she and her brother had done together. She could still feel his hard cock stroking in and out of her cunt, driving her beyond the barriers into writhing moaning orgasm.
Filled with gratitude, with excitement, she had to touch him, to do something more for him, to relive the pleasure.
While he lay sprawled on his back in a half-doze, she crouched over his flaccid cock and took it into her mouth. She sucked hungrily, less to rouse it than to relish the flavor of their combined juices there. "Mmmmmm-" She found stray drops of his cum on his thigh and quickly stowed them in her belly.
His hand reached down and stroked her tousled hair. He applied just the slightest pressure, letting her know he would like more. She was pleased. She was ready to make a night of it.
Sherry took the whole length of her brother's hardening cock into her mouth and sucked.
Dawn was a long way away, but the time passed quickly for the incestuous lovers.