Chapter 6
Robin stood on tip-toes, peered over the edge of the windowsill.
Her brother was on his back on the bed, a dark-haired beauty kneeling between his spread thighs. She was about Robin's size but probably older. She had Steve's cock in both hands and was bending over it with open mouth.
Robin had to choke back a cry of lust as the girl named Linda brought the tip of her tongue slowly up her brother's cockshaft and then tickled the head with fluttery movements. He thrust his hips up, trying to push his prick into her mouth. But the girl giggled and jerked her head away.
"I know how a guy gets so crazy. . . you'd grab me and keep it in there until I'd have to swallow it.". Linda opened her mouth, took Steve's cock inside for a few teasing seconds and yanked it away again.
Steve moaned, pumping his hips helplessly.
"Come on . . ." he begged.
"Let's just fuck."
"We already fucked." Steve grabbed at her hair, tried to push her lips down.
Linda pulled away and got off the bed. She was inside a pair of jeans and pulling on a T-shirt before Steve could get to her.
"I've got to take my little brother somewhere. I'll be back after that."
"You sure you're not mad?" Steve kissed her.
The girl smiled. "No. I'll be back if you want me to."
Steve's look told her that. Robin felt like screaming or crying or both. She ducked behind the bushes as the girl went out and down the walk. When all was quiet again, she hurried to the door and banged.
"Robin!" Steve's face was a mixture of pain and pleasure. He'd pulled on a pair of cut-off jeans but that was all. Robin could tell by the way his cock lumped down one leg that he wasn't wearing skivvies.
"I'm supposed to be playing tennis." She smiled, shrugged. She was trying so hard to be cool. But looking at her brother's chest, his long, sinewy arms, his freckled face. She could hardly contain the hunger she felt.
"Come on in." He held the screen open. "But just for a second. I've got somebody coming over pretty soon."
She stepped past him, threw the racket on a chair. "Anybody I know?"
Robin knew he had been looking at her ass when she turned. His eyes flicked away like he was ashamed. She gave him her ass again, hoping he'd take another long glance. She knew that she looked sexy in that pleated tennis skirt. She swished her ass a little, letting Steve see the lace bikinis underneath.
"Listen, Robin... I'm sorry about what happened last time you came over..."
"It wasn't just your fault," she said, "I helped."
"But it was wrong. . . and that's why I think we'd better cool it for a while." He went to the window as if he might be expecting that girl back any time.
Robin was suddenly angry. "What do you mean, cool it?"
"I mean not see each other, you know." He still had his back to her. He couldn't look her in the eyes.
"After knowing each other this long, after loving each other... you're telling me we can't see each other any more!"
Steve turned but didn't look directly at her. "Oh, later we could ... just be friends like before. But..."
Robin went over and stood close to him. She was breathing hard. She knew that the perfume was warming on her skin, that Steve must smell it by now. Marcia always used it so it had to be sexy.
"Steve?"
"What?"
"Hold me a second. Just hold me ..."
Steve looked at the ceiling, frowned. "Damn it, Robin."
"Just for a second. I've been crazy worrying about you and how you must have felt after the time we spent there in your bed.
"Don't even remind me." He started to turn away, but Robin caught his arms.
"Steve!" She put her cheek against his chest. Then ever so gently she let her thighs come forward. Yes, the cock-lump was still there. His prick was half erect excited.
"Hold me. Just hold me for a second and then I'll leave."
"Promise?"
"Yes, promise."
His hands curved over the top of her shoulders and she sighed with hot emotion and wiggled her tits against him. Her tits were mashed against his chest and she was lifting her thigh again into the heat of his groin.
Somehow she got her hand down and the first button of his cut-off jeans unbuttoned before he grabbed her shoulders and tried to thrust her back. Too late. Her hand curved around the heavy, hot meat of his cock. She squeezed it hard and began kissing his arms and chest.
"Robin . . . damn you!" Steve staggered back, fell trembling into a chair.
Robin was on her knees between his legs in a flash. She knew she had only this one chance to have his cock again. And despite the guilt he felt and was making her feel, that hunger had to be sated. Or she knew she'd die!
Now her own juices were working. The silken crotch of her bikini panties was absolutely soppy. And the scent of the musky perfume permeated the room. Stevie's face looked slack, dazed.
She had his shorts open at the fly now and his cock stood stiff and straight and beautiful in her hands, his loose-hanging balls below. And Robin knew she had to do the one thing which would win him. That thing the other girl wouldn't attempt. She swallowed her fear and looked at the swollen, dark glans of her brother's prick.
"Stevie . . . I . . . I want to s-s-suck your cock!" Even the words had brought chills of fear into the pit of her stomach. Cocksucking was so foreign to her... she had only heard whispered stories in the past. But after hearing her brother begging that strange girl she knew it must happen. She loved Stevie enough to have a try.
His hands caught at the sides of her head. "Robin . . . go home . . . leave me alone."
Robin twisted her face free and began to lick his balls. They slid around hotly in the slick sack and she caught the wrinkled skin and sucked one ball into her mouth. It felt weird to know that the spongy nut was packed with her brother's seed and that very seed would be inside her mouth in a little while . . .if she had the nerve.
She rolled her tongue around, hoping to make him like what she was doing. Steve panted, tried to catch her head again but let his hands fall finally to Robin's shoulders.
"That smell ... you... Robin, you smell wild!"
A thrill shot through her belly. She knew she had him if she only could make herself suck the cum from his cock. If she could only milk his heavy cream with her nursing tongue and gulp it down. She shuddered just thinking about it. But she had to try.
She let her tongue-tip trail up the bulging tube that ran along the bottom of his cock. His cock was hot everywhere and when she got to the flared crown she trembled with uncertainty. Then she let her upper lip curve forward, licked it wet and pushed it over the steamy glans.
Steve went stiff in his chair. She dragged her tongue up between the plump lobes at the bottom of the tip. Steve made a funny choking sound. She rubbed back and forth there until the saliva welled into her mouth and seeped down the taut skin of his cockshaft. She tightened both hands on his prick, felt the blood bottled up at the head until the membranes stretched against her teeth, brushed the roof of her mouth. She had that much inside her mouth anyway. But the unfamiliar sensation made her head swim.
A male cock! A prick! Four inches of prick inside her mouth. Thank god it was her brother, thank god she loved him so much.
"Robin... Ohhhh goddamn it ... what are you doing anyway?"
She made a trough of her tongue and bobbed her head straight down until the hot glans was dangerously far back in her mouth. Then she bobbed up again. Up and down, up and down . . . faster.
The spit oozed from the corners of her mouth. The hot little panting sounded sexy even to herself. And it made Stevie breathe hard too. His thigh muscles were all bulged out and when she rubbed them with her free hand, he almost came unglued.
She massaged his thighs when they disappeared up into his groin and as she rubbed, her fingers accidentally found something else. It was a bulge deep inside his body, just behind the place where his balls were fastened. The bulge pulsed. She rubbed it gingerly, curiously. It throbbed and she could feel the tip of her brother's cock swell huge on her tongue.
She sucked like a hungry little kitten. She made her tongue do circles on his glans and then drove it up and down the bottom of his shaft. She had about two thirds of his cock inside her mouth now, but his prick was so big that she was afraid she was biting him a little. It made her jaws ache, but she kept up the bobbing movements of her head, pretending that Stevie was her husband, that they were alone in their house with no one to bother them ever.
Her panties were drenched with hot cuntjuice. She wiggled her ass to rub the outer lips of her pussy together. The friction over the tiny bead of her cut was intense. She wiggled harder, moaning as she sucked Steve's cock.
Suddenly he lurched forward, his hands tangling in her thick, red hair. A bolt of hot cum spit against the back of her throat and Robin had to fight the impulse to jerk her mouth away from his shaft.
But she squeezed her eyes tight and made her cheeks pull in around his meat as she sucked harder. Steady floods of Steve's cream fountained from the tip of his cock. The taste of his cum was sour, a flat, sour taste.
Robin gulped some down. Strings of semen caught in her throat, but she swallowed again and got it down.
Steve was flopping around in the chair like he'd lost his mind. His thighs were tight around her body. Robin rubbed his balls with both hands now as she worked her lips like slick snakes over the bursting glans.
Her chin dripped cum. Semen escaped from the corners of her mouth. It made a slick coating over her teeth. But she didn't care. Having his cum in her belly only seemed to make her hotter. She took her mouth gently from her brother's prick and let it sag back onto his belly.
There was a knock at the door.
Robin went over shakily arid somehow got it open. The girl with dark hair, the one who wouldn't suck Steve's cock. Robin gave her a questioning look.
"Is Steve here?" The girl looked a little unsure of herself.
"He's here all right." Robin wiped a glob of cum from her chin with the back of her hand. She just didn't give a shit anymore. "He's here, but I don't think he could even get up. Why don't you come back some other time."
The girl frowned. "You look a lot like him, you know that?" She wrinkled her nose as if she had sniffed the sharp odor of semen, as if she knew what the musky smell of Robin's body meant. "You are his sister, aren't you? He said something about red hair."
"Yeah, I'm his sister-" Robin started to close the door.
"Tell Steve to call me." The girl backed off the step. She looked completely confused. "Don't forget."
Robin locked the door and went back in the other room. She sat on the bed, watching her brother. For fifteen minutes he sat there in the chair with his shorts around one ankle. His eyes were closed, but every so often he'd open one and look over at her.
Robin had so many things to say, so much to tell him. But she stayed quiet. It was all she could do to keep from sticking her fingers into her own panties and working her humid cut into a froth. That sucking had gotten to her bad.
Then she noticed that Steve's cock wasn't sagging between his thighs anymore. It was filling once more with blood, growing thicker and longer. Even the tip was darkening like it had been while she'd sucked it. He had his eyes both open now and was looking at her in a way she simply didn't understand.
He shook his head slowly, smiled. She got up nervously. She clasped her hands in front of her and walked over. She felt like the little baby sister again. She hoped he wasn't mad.
"Take off your shoes," he breathed, touching her hips.
His hands were hot right through her tennis skirt. She kicked off her shoes and spread her toes against the rug. His cock was really stiff now and still a little raw-looking from where her teeth had nipped him.
"We'll probably go to hell for this," he said, his voice so low she could hardly hear him. "Yeah, well probably end up in hell." He stood up and let his fingers slide up her thighs, up under the white pleated skirt. "But . . . but I can't help that."
He had hooked the elastic of her bikini panties and was working them down over her slim hips.
Robin closed her eyes and moaned when the soaked nylon pulled away from her pubes with a wet, sexy sound. The skimpy things puddled around her ankles and she stepped out of them. Her brother's hands moved over her firm, young ass. His eyes were closed as if he were trying to remember that moment forever.
He didn't have to tell her what to do. They seemed to know exactly what was next, what movements to make. He unbuttoned her shirt, let it slip back over her shoulders. She blushed as he looked at her tits. Why couldn't they be bigger. . . but maybe someday they would. Especially if Steve sucked them a lot.
He bent down and she hugged her arms around his neck. Then he straightened again and her toes left the floor. He lifted her body up and carried her to the bed. She bounced on the sagging springs with a whimper, spreading her thighs wide, the short skirt flopping back to expose the red meat of her cunt.
"Your cunt looks so wet inside." Steve bent to peer at the parted cunt-hole where she wanted him to ram his lovely, hard cock.
"Fuck me, Stevie!" she begged. Her mouth felt bruised and hungry for kisses. "Fuck me real good!"
He was on her like a leopard. The tennis skirt was forgotten. She felt it tangle across her belly as Steve fumbled frantically to push the fevered tip of his cock into her slick cunt.
She worked her ass in wild circles, trying to help him find the right place. Then the tip slipped down her divide and popped past the muscles at her pussy's mouth. He rammed deep in two lunges. She was skewered, fucked completely. In less than a minute she felt herself about to come.
Steve was hunching his strong hips hard, his shaft sliding under and in . . . so deep . . . so very deep.
"Oh Stevie . . . I wanted it to last so long and already I'm gonna... Ohh uhnnn... Help... Jesus Christ, help!"
"Robin... baby. . . I love you!"
He pushed his tongue deep into her mouth and she sucked it ravenously as the throes of her climax raped her senses. She clutched her brother's back and ground her hot cunt against his loins. He fucked her with strong, hard thrusts. She came screaming. Her head flopped helplessly on the pillow and Steve caught her ear in his mouth and filled her pussy with frothing seed.
"Your cunt's like silk inside.. .Oh God Robin... I think I've finally lost my mind..."
"Baby, darling . . . Steve."
She bucked and twisted. Wound her legs over the backs of his and crashed her hard, young body up and down.
As they quieted, the semen leaked out of her cunt and onto the sheet. Steve started to move away, but she hugged him tight and clenched down the muscles of her cunt. The clasping folds held his cock deep, deep inside her.
"We didn't even think about not making a baby," Steve breathed.
"It's okay." Robin moved her hips gingerly, frowning a little.
"I really think my period just started. You must have done it." She slipped a finger down to the place where her brother's cock disappeared between her parted cuntlips. When she brought it close to her eyes, it was tinged with red. "It's started!"
"Jesus," Steve said, "at least we don't have that to worry about!"
"Just the going to hell." Robin laughed, kissed her big brother's nose. He tried to look worried but smiled finally and kissed her lips.
"Please move back home, Stevie," she said after a while. Her cunt tightened down on his cock for emphasis.
"Yeah.. . I'm gonna move back home today."
"There he is!" Marcia said, grasping her uncle's arm.
Nat stabbed out his cigarette and swung down out of the pick-up truck. Sam Philbert was standing in the bright sunlight just outside the Hilton hotel. He didn't look half so threatening as she'd remembered. Especially when he saw Nat coming at him.
The black doorman seemed to sense something immediately. He backed off a step to watch. Marcia was close enough to hear everything.
"You Sam Philbert, ain't ya?"
"Why . . . uh, yes."
"Okay, you sonofabitch, I got something to tell."
The passing roar of a bus drowned out the words, but Marcia could see Uncle Nat motioning back toward the pick-up, could see the big muscles snaking under his tight cowboy shirt.
Sam glanced her way as if he'd never seen her before in his life. The black doorman was smiling now. His eyes met Marcia's and the smile broadened.
Even at that distance she thought she saw him wink.
Sam was still talk, gesturing. Sam Philbert's face was white. He put his expensive leather gloves in his pocket and looked like he wanted to run. Nat finished what he was saying and hitched his cock in his tight jeans. Sam nodded bleakly and dropped his eyes.
Uncle Nat came back toward the truck smiling. Marcia thought he looked fantastic for a man close to forty. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body.
She smiled. She knew there wasn't any fat on him. She'd been over every square inch.
"Well?" she smiled, clapping her hands together as he slipped behind the wheel and started the engine.
"Mr. Philbert won't be giving you any more trouble, honey. After that shit his old man pulled with the union, he sure don't want a bunch of truckers leaning on his ass." Nat yanked the truck out into traffic. Marcia smiled back at the black doorman and he gave her a little salute before the pick-up leaned around the corner and away.
"Where to now?" she chirped. She felt better than she'd felt in months. She felt free and clean and good inside. She hugged Nat's muscled arm.
"I better get you home. Told Ralph we were just going to be gone for a little bit."
"Ohhhh, Nat! I don't want to go home."
"Now listen, sugar, if you think we can keep this little thing of ours going without ending up in one hell of a big mess . . ."
"Nat, ohhh, Nat. . . I'm in love with you." She pushed a hand inside his shirt, pulled her fingers across his hard belly. "And you love me too. You said so."
"I'm crazy about you. But... " Marcia had his jeans unbuttoned already. And his cock jumped to meet her fingers as she jerked it free of his skivvies.
Nat's face was bright red. "Hey . . . damn you, Marcia The bleating noise of city traffic came in the windows as she dropped her head into her uncle's lap. In broad daylight his cock looked even bigger than she'd remembered. But her wet lips fit smoothly around the tip just as if they'd been born to it. As she dropped her head lower, the foreskin was forced back to expose the taut glans to her teeth and tongue.
Nat made a growling sound in his throat and ground the gears. He let the clutch out too fast and the truck bucked, almost killing the engine.
"Not here, damn it . . . Marcia, damn!"
She tried to forget that other time she'd done anything like this. That time with Sam. Maybe when it was all said and done, Sam had done her a favor. Maybe something good had come out of the bad. She wouldn't have gotten so wonderfully mixed up with Uncle Nat again if it hadn't been for Sam Philbert. And though he'd been crude and awful to her, he had blasted through some of her fears.
She wasn't afraid to do what she was doing now. Nat's huge prick felt so right in her mouth. She wondered what his cum would taste like. She yearned for it, pulled her tongue teasingly along the underside of his cockshaft as her fingers lifted his heavy balls, rolling them in their sac.
"If I don't wreck this here truck, it'll be a miracle." Nat's fingers petted her head.
She felt the truck turn and descend a ramp and it got darker in the cab. Nat stopped long enough to take a parking ticket from an automatic machine then wound through the underground basement and stopped in a space near a dark corner. She saw where they were, smiled at him with glossy lips and dropped her mouth again to the lovely, steamy-skinned prick that jutted from his fly. His cock would hardly fit in her mouth, but that was just because she wasn't practiced. She wanted to become practiced, very practiced. She bobbed her head as far down as she could, fighting back the urge to gag as the pulsing crown tickled her throat.
"Ahhhh, baby. . . " Nat tickled her neck with his thumb. "It's too early in the day for a man to take that kind of torture."
He pulled her up and kissed her spit-soaked mouth. Then he opened the door of the truck and pulled her out. It happened so fast, Nat was so sure and strong when he wanted to do something...Marcia panted against his shoulder as he pushed her ass back against the fender of the pick-up and forced her dress up.
"Uhhhh. . . Nat ... Ohhhh! God in heaven I love you! You're the best! You're the best ever..."
As Nat's big cock pushed up the inside of her thigh, he held the silk of her panties to one side. He entered forcefully, deeply. Her feet left the floor of the garage, her quivering ass flattened against the metal side of the truck.
"Oh honey.. . Ohhh yess!" Her dainty cuntlips moved apart slickly, coating his huge cock with cuntjuice. Nat fuck her against the truck. One sandal slipped from her foot and clattered to the Concrete.
She got her hands inside his jeans and held his ass hard, feeling him fuck her. There didn't seem to be anybody at all around.
"Ohhhh. . . Ohhhh . . . Nat, will you take me with you next time you take the rig out?" His cock was almost all the way in her cunt now and she wiggled her hips to skewer herself completely. Nat had gotten her blouse open and was wetting her dark, long nipples. His eyes loved her tits, adored them unashamedly.
"Yeah." He hugged her close. She moved her belly to his. She still couldn't touch the floor with her toes and the steady grinding pressure was having an exhilarating effect on her clit. She bore down on the loving movements, concentrated on that tiny bead of pleasure until her cunt was thrilling to the jolts of ecstasy.
"Oh Nat. . . it's soooo good! I'm coming, coming, coming! And your cock is tearing me apart and I love it! I want to die with that beautiful thing inside me!"
Her bare foot banged against the door of the pick-up. Nat held her up with his prick, fucking her hard so that her ass rubbed up and down the metal surface. This time he held his emotions in check. She only knew what had
happened when she felt a hot trickle of cum slip down the inside of her leg and drip from her pointed toes.
"Nat darling. . . I didn't know you were coming."
"I wanted to make sure you got yours first. I was afraid I couldn't hold on." He kissed her mouth, still working his cock in the depths of her pussy. The last of his seed foamed into the mouth of her womb . . . Marcia shivered, pressed her big tits against his chest so that the nipples would grind into him hard. Nat smiled at her. The noise of cars came to them in waves. "Let's get in this damned truck before the vice squad finds us."
Inside the cab, Marcia wiped the mess from between her thighs with her wadded panties and then leaned over to work on Nat.
"Leave it. I like the way it smells when I take a piss." She folded the thick cock gently into his pants and buttoned them up. He was watching her, eyes soft. "You want to try Denver with me? Would you take that much of a chance?"
Marcia was trembling with excitement. "God yes! I'd go with you in a second!"
Nat caught her hand, took the soppy, cummy panties from her fingers and held them to his nose like they were ambrosia.
"Might take some doing. I gotta dump that bitch of a wife of mine." He gave her back the panties and got the truck going and into gear. He paid the parking ticket and the truck bobbed up into the sunlit street.
"You know," Nat said, "Gloria never would put her mouth on my prick like
you just did. She thought I was some kind of freak because I Was so big. At least that's how she got out of giving me head."
Marcia pushed her lustrous hair from her eyes and took a deep breath. "Uncle Nat?"
"Yeah, sugar?"
"If you'd pull into the first motel you see, I'd sure like to let you come in my mouth." She shut her eyes, shivering from the thrill of her own words. The truck tires squealed rubber as Nat busted a sharp left into the lot of a big Best Western.
The two of them were still giggling and tickling each other when Nat walked her up the stairs, the key rattling in his hand.
"That lady wanted to know if we had any luggage." He slapped his thigh. "I said, 'Yes m'am,' this was love at first sight so we just didn't have time to pack."
And then they were in the darkened room and Marcia was gasping with excitement, hurrying to get her man's tight Levi's down. And then her mouth was full and she was happy.
"I think it's wonderful that your sister finally decided to do something with her life."
Robin looked up at her mother. She swished her orange juice around, nodded. She hadn't really been thinking much about Marcia. Except that her older sis had given her that bottle of musky perfume she dug so much.
"Of course your father and I will miss her terribly. I wish she could have chosen a school closer to home. Denver seems so far away."
"Yeah." Robin was impatient for her mother to leave. She always went shopping on Saturday morning and Ralph was going to be on the golf course all day.
"Everything seems to work out for the best. Like your brother moving back home and apologizing to your father and all. I think he's becoming a very mature young man. And I was worried sick about him all the time when he had that apartment and wouldn't even call."
"Yeah, Mom." Robin moved her bottom on the hard chair. She knew that her hot little pussy was seeping butter. And she wanted to rub her nipples in the worst way. Her mother was putting a list in her purse.
"Oh, did you hear about your Uncle Nat? Ralph said he filed for a divorce. Gloria will probably keep the house." She shook her head sadly. "Marriages don't seem to last long these days."
"Think I'll go upstairs and take a bath," Robin said, getting up.
"You tell your brother that his father would like him to clean out the garage when he gets up. Don't forget now!" Robin watched her mom until she was in the car and backing out on the street. Then she padded quickly upstairs, her nightie sailing back from her slender legs as she worked the buttons loose.
Steve was stretched naked on his stomach in the middle of his bed.
Robin smiled, went quickly over. "You awake?" she whispered.
"Kinda."
She slipped onto the mattress beside him and began to stroke his asscheeks. He was warm and smooth and beautiful. She admired his strong legs, the blond wisps under each arm. Robin licked her lips, pushed them close to his ear.
"Everybody is gone."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." She pulled at his waist. "Roll over."
Stevie rolled over. His cock was rigid and dark at the tip. Robin smiled like she'd known it all along. Her gown was parted down the front so she just left it on as she straddled her brother's hips and let her tits tickle across
his chest. She moved the skin of his cock up and down as she wiggled her body back against it. When her juices had wet the glans thoroughly, she stopped moving and kissed Steve's lips teasingly.
"Guess what you have to go buy today?"
"What . . . " His eyes were still closed.
"You gotta buy some rubbers." She squirmed her trim ass from side to side and felt the swollen end of his prick sliding into her pussy another inch. "After this week we can't take chances She watched the effect her cunt was having on his emotions. He was breathing differently for one thing and when she suddenly arched her back and drove herself onto his hard cock, he grunted and tried to roll her over.
"Nope.. . me on top this morning."
"Ohhh God, Robin. You're absolutely crazy. You know that?"
"You love me?"
"Sure." He played with her red hair. "I love you all right."
"You like my hair braided or unbraided?"
He thought for a second. "I think I'd like it braided at first so I could take it down."
"We'll try that tonight."
"How can we with Mom and Dad..."
"Mom said I could move into Marcia's room now that she's gone to school in Denver," Robin blurted.
"That's the room next to this one."
"With a connecting bath." She opened her mouth and held it an inch from his. When he tried to kiss her, she pulled away and drove a tongue roughly over his ear. Steve pumped his hips up from the bed. Her pussy yearned, to be fucked. It was itching so bad!
"Robin. . . Ohhh Robin!" Steve kissed her neck and fucked wildly.
She felt the quick, sharp tickle of her come. If she was careful, she could draw it out for a long time, but it was hard in the morning. Usually she didn't last very long after waiting all night, after dreaming about her brother. Maybe when she moved into Marcia's room they could spend nights together, take baths together.
"Uhhh.. . Ohhh God, I never can hold onto the first one in the morning. . . Ohhhh Stevie, fuck me! Fuck me!"