Chapter 1
Frieda leaned back on the air mattress by the side of the pool, closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep. She couldn't let her brother Brian know that she'd been staring at the massive, hard bulge of his cock that protruded between his legs like a granite boulder stuffed in his white swimming trunks. Hot/cold electric flashes swept over her body, making her cunt and asshole twitch excitedly every time her eyes involuntarily traveled toward the patio to take in- her brother's firm, well-molded body.
Oh Christ, she thought guiltily, he's my brother! I shouldn't feel this way! Frieda ran her slender fingers over her stomach, breathing deeply, pretending they were Brian's strong hands sliding over her tender flesh, groping, demanding, wanting more. She slid her index finger under her right tit, trailing the tip of it over the taut nipple. Her clit vibrated furiously in response.
"Oh Brian," she moaned softly, then opened her eyes in horror and looked around to see if anyone had heard her. Thank God. They were all talking under the sun umbrella, probably about her mother's recent marriage. Frieda shifted her gaze to Max, her mother's new husband, and felt a shiver of revulsion creep over her. Max was fat, repulsively ugly, had bad breath, one retarded son, two German shepherds who looked at her as hBtfuHy as he did. Frieda always wondered why her mother dated him, let alone marry him. Of course, it was probably because, number one, she was lonely, and number two, he was rich. As for Max, Frieda knew that he just tolerated her mother, and really wanted to strap his new stepdaughter on. Every time she crossed the room she could feel his eyes tearing apart the soft cotton cloth of her dress, ripping off her lace bra and panties, snaking through her bushy forest of black wiry pubic hair to the sensitive lips of her cunt, and then on . ..
Frieda shuddered and forcibly put Max out of her mind. She looked at Brian again, and went hot. She remembered fondly the little games the two of them used to play with their bodies when she was a little girl. He'd sneak into her bedroom at night and -start feeling her up and down, sticking his finger in her cunt and wiggling it all around until she moaned like a bitch spaniel in heat. At the same time she would stick her hand in the slit of his pajama bottoms and frig his cock wildly. Even now, she could feel her tiny fingers grip Brian's heavy rod and begin to milk it, slowly at first, then more quickly as her passion grew stronger.
Maybe her mother suspected something was going on between them. Whatever the reason, she sent Brian away to boarding school as soon as he graduated from elementary school. For the next ten years, Frieda only saw him for short periods of time during vacations and visits, never enough time to expand their early sex-play into something larger and more interesting that she began to want more and more as she grew older.
Now he was home, on leave from the Marines where he was just commissioned a second lieutenant. There he stood, still partially a boy, but in reality a man. His hair was sunbleached nearly white after a summer of boot camp training in the desert. Thick and wavy, it curled across his forehead and behind his ears, seeming to invite her fingers to stroke it. His face was boyishly innocent with large, dark-brown eyes and long, thick lashes. There was only a hint of a beard just under his sideburns. Two dimples appeared on either side of his sensuous, pouting lips when he smiled. Lately, that was often...every time he looked Frieda's way. She closed her eyes and pretended that she could feel his body pressing against hers, demanding complete satisfaction. She spread her legs, pushing her ass against the rubber covering of the air mattress, then up intofthe air until the crotch cloth of her bikini pressed hard against her pussy. She closed her legs, only to feel something warm and hairy against the insides of her ankles. Frieda opened her eyes and saw Brian towering over her, smiling.
"Having some sweet dreams?" he said jokingly. Frieda was too embarrassed to say anything.
"Come on. Let's go for a walk. I want to get out of here and talk to you."
Frieda followed him as he almost ran from the pool toward a grove of trees that surrounded her mother's home. She watched his muscles ripple and his asscheeks undulate under the white cloth of his swim suit as he walked a few paces ahead of her. In seconds they were hidden from the world in a cathedral-like clearing of tall oaks and pines. He stopped so quickly that she nearly ran into him. He seemed to be breathing heavily.
"Frieda, come here," he ordered in a changed voice. There was an edge of brutality in it as she obeyed.
"Take off that damned suit!"
Frieda couldn't believe what she had heard. She was horrified as much as overjoyed. She shifted her eyes down to Brian's crotch and saw the bulge growing every second. She could see the outline of his stiffening cock, and wondered if the head would push its way out of the trunks.
Slowly she unfastened the top of her bikini and let it float to the ground. Her pendulous tits excited Brian and he lunged forward, clamping his lips to her right nipple.
"Unnngh," she moaned, feeling his thick, moist lips slide across her stiffened nipple. She felt his tongue swirl around the hardened flesh, sucking, nibbling, swirling until she opened her mouth to catch her breath. Slowly, he began to kneel to the ground, sliding his .mouth from her tit to her stomach, tonguing his way along her hot flesh to her cunt, leaving a tiny trail of saliva behind him.
Brian tugged at the wrinkled bikini bottom until it slid under his pressure to her knees. Frieda felt his tongue probing her cuntlips, teasingly probing between them but not actually forcing its way into her sensitive fuck channel. Frieda felt a growing, almost unbearable itch gripping her clit that could only be scratched by Brian's tongue or cock. She thrust her hips wildly forward, hoping to impale herself on his stiff, hot tongue.
"Not yet," he whispered hoarsely, standing up and slipping out of his trunks. Frieda gasped as she saw her brother naked for the first time in ten years. She stared at his cock, large and thick with a beautiful throbbing vein running from the base of the powerful rod to near the head. She wanted it stuffed in her, sliding against her clit until she exploded against him.
"Fuck me," she moaned hoarsely.
Brian smiled a little cruelly, massaging his cock as he gazed at Frieda.
"But you're my sister."
"I don't care, fuck me!" Frieda couldn't believe she was saying this as she saw Brian walk slowly up to her, his cock swaying back and forth as he moved. For years she had tried to fight the feeling she had for her brother. But his massive cock, their being alone in the woods-, her depression over her mother's remarriage, and the fact that she was hot for Brian's body soon overpowered any feelings of guilt she may have had. She felt Brian's hot breath on her face and the tip of his cock poking gently at the sensitive pubic hairs that covered her cunt. Slowly he grabbed her head and drew her face to "his.
"Oh Brian, Brian," she moaned as she felt his thick lips press against hers, his tongue plunging into her throat while his hands cupped her ass and kneaded the soft flesh. Suddenly, he pulled away.
"Suck my cock, Sis."
"But, I-I never," Frieda stammered. She had never sucked cock before, feeling as though there was something dirty about putting a man's dick between her lips.
"I said suck it!" Brian put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to her knees. Frieda felt her brother's hot dick scrape the side of her face.
Closing her eyes, she quickly thrust her head into her brother's crotch, smelling the perspiration that began to trickle between the wiry hairs of his crotch. She took his cock in her hand and shoved it forcefully into her mouth, thinking that sucking cock was like learning how to swim...plunge right in there and get going. Frieda nearly gagged as Brian thrust his hips forward, forcing the full length of his cockshaft down her throat.
"Unngh," Frieda protested, trying to pull away. Her brother grabbed the back of her head and shoved it back against his groin, pumping his hips excitedly.
Gradually, Frieda began to get used to the hot meat between her lips. She felt her clit tingle, and reached down to stroke it as her tongue ran in circles over the cock head, dipping into the tight slit. Still it grew and lengthened, filling up her mouth, throbbing with excitement and heat.
"Faster, damn you, faster," Brian moaned, carried away by Frieda's increasingly frenzied tonguing. To excite him further, she raised one hand to his crotch and began to play gently with his heavy, swinging balls, brushing the fine hair that surrounded the base of his cock, her fingers running up the thick, pulsing vein that ran the entire length of his young prick.
Her brother began moaning louder as he felt the warm, wet mouth devour his cock. Frieda felt his hands on her head, shoving it further onto his cock, feeling the tip of his prick being rammed against the back of her hungry mouth. Frieda began to finger her stiffening, aching clit more furiously, growing excited as she heard her brother moan for more. Frieda slowly slid her hand from Brian's cock and began traveling up her brother's abdomen, pushing through the thick bush of hair until the fingers began to knead the hard, hot flesh of his belly. They searched out the small navel and dug into it, sending Brian into a frenzy of lust as he arched his back and shoved his stomach closer to Frieda's face.
The fingers titillated Brian's tight flesh as they traced the pulsating veins that appeared on either side of his hips and flowed from beneath the tight flesh of his belly only to disappear under the thick mound of hair above his cock. Frieda took m the scene with her eyes then closed them, the image of Brian's writhing, sweating body with his throbbing cock plunged into her mouth branded into her brain.
Suddenly, he pulled away. "Hey, not so fast. Now it's my turn."
"I don't understand."
Brian didn't give her time to talk, pulling her to the ground while he knelt between her legs.
"Spread 'em, Sis."
Frieda did as she was told, and watched her brother sink his head quickly into her crotch. She opened her mouth as she felt his tongue snake up toward her clitoris; she shivered in ecstasy as a finger stroked her asshole. She felt Brian's tongue settle on her clit for an instant; then she could feel a pair of lips closing around the tiny knob, sucking her erect clit just as she had been sucking his cock seconds before. She felt her crotch tingling, and suddenly there was a trickle of cunt juice flowing down her thigh, and she knew she was slowly losing any self-control she had.
Frieda felt fingers resting on the inner surfaces of her left thigh. They were moving upward toward her cunt. Then he was moving them farther back, toward where her asscheeks came together near her asshole. She knew what he was going to try to do, and tried to pull away.
"N-no!" she protested. Suddenly, a feeling of guilt swept over her. She had never sucked a man's cock before, and certainly never had a finger up her ass. Yet here was her brother, wanting to do what she would never let any man do. It was almost too horrible to think about.
Brian said nothing, jamming his fingers hard against the puckered opening of her ass. She felt him dig into her flesh with his fingernail, trying to tear his way into her asshole. She wanted to scream out for help, but didn't dare. She imagined what would happen if people were to discover the two of them, brother and sister, his tongue up her cunt and fingers up her ass! Frieda tried to relax, hoping that he would be gentle.
Gradually, inch by inch, Frieda felt Brian's forefinger squirm past her tightened sphincter muscle and wiggle its way up her asshole. She felt hot flashes of pleasure/pain shoot from her ass to all parts of her body. Frieda was amazed that something up her ass could make her clit tingle, though she knew that her brother's fast-flicking tongue had something to do with that. Gradually, she forgot about the pain and reveled in the flashes of pleasure that shot from her cunt to her ass and back to her cunt again.
Brian raised his head and stared at her, suddenly stopping his tonguing. Frieda wondered if he was suffering from any of the guilt feelings she had felt seconds before. She decided to bring him back to his senses, and brought her hand down to her pussy and used her fingers to spread the lips. Brian lowered his stare to the exposed hole, trying to see inside. Well, that was fine with her. She held the cuntlips apart while her right forefinger dipped into the hole and brought up the juices. She spread her pussy's lubricant along the inner surfaces of her cuntlips, then pushed the finger slowly toward her asshole. She hesitated for an instant, gazed into Brian's eyes, saw his approval there, and pushed the finger into her tight asshole. She shivered with rising excitement, and her asshole gave an involuntary twitch.
There was no limit to the pleasure that she felt when that same finger came to rest again on her trembling clitoral bud. She stroked, squeezed, tugged, rubbed, strummed the tiny organ; each movement was like a tiny burst of electricity that made her jerk with excitement. She moved her right forefinger down to her cunthole repeatedly, sticking it inside and pulling it out a second later when it was freshly coated and glistening with twat juice, and each time she did that she thought of her brother's cock, and wished that it were in her, that it could be stuffing her snatch right then and there.
"Oh God, Sis," Brian moaned, fingering his cock as he stared blankly at Frieda's exhibition. "Can I stick it in now?"
Frieda nodded excitedly and reached toward him with eager arMs. Then he was on top of her, and his cock was sliding into her without any resistance, and her cuntal walls were closing around the thick, long shaft and squeezing, crushing, trying to pump the cum from his balls and deep into her womb.
"Oh, yes!" Frieda cried again and again as he sucked her tits again, bit her shoulder, moved his cock in and out of her cunt. There was a steady squishing sound as he pumped back and forth in her. Frieda loved the sound.
His breathing became heavier, turned to gasps, as Brian became more excited. God, he's going to cum in me! For the first time, my brother's going to blow his wad in my cunt!
Saliva dribbled from the corner of his mouth and landed on her cheek, exciting her as she tossed her head from side to side in unspeakable ecstasy. Suddenly Brian's mouth was against hers, the way she liked it; he'd abandoned her tits for her mouth, and he was pushing her lips apart, forcing his thick tongue past her teeth, shoving forward and inward into the hot, moist recesses of her mouth. She almost gagged as he lashed out with his tongue. She loved to have her dates do this to her, but often she fantasized that they were her brother plunging his tongue into her mouth. And now here he was! It was almost too good to be true. Frieda fought back with her own tongue, and the two tongues soon fought a rhythmic duel, a battle of slick-fleshed swords, while at the same time and at the same tempo their loins rose and fell, twisted and jerked, moved back and forth in the timeless rhythm of fucking.
Pulling away, Brian stared at her, then closed his eyes and she closed hers, and the only thing she saw was a mental image of his slick, swollen, heavily veined and throbbing cock.
Brian opened his mouth and tried to say something. The words came out as a groan. Frieda tried to say something back, but he touched her clit as she was starting to say it, and her voice gave way to a cry and a whimper.
His fingers searched for her asshole and found it, and he forced one of them inside. This was something she fought at first, then decided to accept. How could she mind when the thumb of the same hand was lightly rubbing the ridge between her cunt and asshole, spreading juice along it and into her asshole and making her feel so very, very good. Yes. Yes. She smelled her cunt juice, and then she smelled his sweat, the pungent odor of her brother's masculine sweat dripping onto her steaming flesh as she writhed beneath his hot hard body. She forced a hand between his body and hers, felt around until she had gotten ahold of his balls, and she felt him jerk back.
Her cunt was becoming more constricted all the time. But now it was excitement, not fear or reluctance, that caused her cunt to tighten beneath his thrusts. She felt the cunt muscles grip his cock so that each strong forward movement was like a finger entering a clenched fist.
And then she was cumming, reaching her peak almost before she knew what was happening to her. She felt the heat of the sex flush spreading across her stomach and up to her tits, and she grimaced almost painfully as the first powerful contraction occurred between her thighs. It was a double contraction, really; a twitching of her cunt, a spasm of her asshole. She started to cry out, but the cry ended as a groan. Brian's finger slammed itself so deep into her asshole that she tossed her hips off the ground wildly until she thought she was flying above the trees. She swallowed his cock even deeper into her cunt and then she didn't know what was happening to her except that she was squishing and bouncing and gasping and sliding and rolling to the accompaniment of moans and juices and male cum and sweat.
When it was over, Brian pulled out of her and wiped his cock with his hand.
"Looks a little messy," she murmured, feeling a warm, comforting glow spread from her cunt to her tits. Brian stuck his fingers into her cunt again. Frieda's pussy contracted instinctively, in a sort of postorgasmic self-protection.
Brian laughed. "Shy, suddenly?"
"Just a little surprised at all this happening at once." She forced her cunt muscles to relax.
Brian played with her until she began to feel excited again.
"Frieda, I'm getting married," he announced suddenly. She nearly froze in horror. Here she was, fucking her own brother, and he was calmly announcing his wedding plans!
"What?"
"I'm getting married, to a girl I met while I was training in San Diego."
Frieda didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She felt ridiculous, happy, and jealous all at once. She decided that for her brother's peace of mind, she'd better act happy.
"I'm happy for you, Brian." She looked up and saw her brother's face...it didn't look as though he were brimming with enthusiasm.
"I don't know, Sis. Betty's a sweet kid, and I hate bringing her down here, especially with that pig Mom's married hanging around, trying to look up every young twat he sees. I'm surprised he hasn't tried anything with you."
Frieda grimaced as she thought of Max. She knew she could handle herself, but could this Betty? Immediately, she felt sorry for the girl before she even met her.
"And then there's you," Brian said.
Frieda felt herself flush.
"I've got this thing for you, Frieda. Guess I always did. Always wanted to climb into your cunt, even when we were kids. I thought that once I did, I'd be cured. But... "
Frieda smiled. "After you're married, well just have to control ourselves. But Betty isn't here yet," she said, smiling suggestively up at her brother. Brian smiled back and moved his fingers back to her cunt. With that she thrust her hips forward and upward and reached through her legs for his balls.