Chapter 5
Sheila fidgeted as she walked into the cafe. This was a more sophisticated spot than she was used to eating at. Usually she and her friends went to a drive-in and had hamburgers and fries. But the dark, intimate atmosphere of this place told of more interesting things being served.
Soft music played in the background-not the canned music she was used to in supermarkets, either. This was from a live orchestra hidden off in some other room. And the waiters and waitresses in the cafe were all so urbane, so sure of themselves.
"Will madame come this way?" said the maitre d'. She nodded and silently followed. "And when your gentleman friend comes and asks for," the man coughed lightly, "Foxy lady, I shall be sure to direct him to this table."
"Very good. Thank you," said Sheila, wondering if she should tip him. The man turned and strode off before she could decide.
She sighed. She felt her nerves jangling in spite of the soothing atmosphere. She was going to meet the man who could give her all the cock she could take. And the red-haired young teenager wasn't going to let him go. They'd fuck and fuck and fuck until....
"This way, sir," came the maitre d's voice. She sat up in her chair, attentive now. Sheila wanted to turn around, to look and see if this was her nine-inch stud.
It was.
The men came to the table from behind her. It was the hardest thing she'd ever done not turning to gawk. The man who'd answered her ad told the maitre d', "Here. And thanks."
Sheila sighed. At least he'd tipped the man. She was happy to know she hadn't gotten some insensitive clod who didn't have any manners.
And then he started around the table, already introducing himself.
"I'm the guy with nine," he said.
"And I'm the hot fox."
And then they both fell silent, their jaws dropping.
"Sheila!" he cried.
"Jeffrey," she said in a soft, stunned voice. "But you can't be the one who...."
"My own sister didn't put an ad in a sleazy sex mag advertising to get laid. I can't believe it." Jeffrey collapsed into the chair opposite his sister and simply stared at her.
The slender, green-eyed girl watched the slow transformation from disbelief to acceptance on her brother's face. His eyes left her pale oval face framed with flaming red hair and dipped down in the deep vee between her tits. She'd worn a revealing dress specially for this occasion. The bright green dress matched her eyes and barely clung to her abundant tits. White, creamy titflesh bulged up and threatened to spill out at any instant every time she inhaled. Her nipples poked wantonly into the thin fabric and created tiny hills of wrinkled fabric. And as she studied her brother's face, those nipples hardened into little buttons of stark lust.
"Believe it, brother dear," the red-haired young teenager said in a quiet voice. She hardly dared to speak at all. She trembled violently inside and knew she'd do something dumb and make all this into a terrible botch.
What was even worse, her pussy churned and frothed with love juices. She wanted him-her own brother-and his nine-inch long prick. And, by damn, she was going to have him!
"This is a joke, isn't it? You knew I'd see the ad and ... but you couldn't know that. I don't bring those damn tabloids home at all. And I know I never mentioned reading them to you."
"I got so horny I wanted a real man," Sheila explained. "And putting the ad in the newspaper seemed like a good way. I ... I didn't know I'd get you, but...."
"But?" he asked, his head cocking to one side and a slight smile dancing on his lips.
"But I'm not disappointed. I've wanted you for some time, Jeffrey. I really have."
"That's not so unusual. Brothers seem safe. Going out and finding a guy of your own is scary business. You feel comfortable with me because you see me all the time and know I'm not an ogre. It's normal, I guess. A phase all young girls go through in their teens."
"I know all that, and it doesn't scare me. I want you, Jeffrey," she said earnestly, "because you're my ideal man. You're the one I want, not some high-school kid out to get his rocks off and nothing else. You can give me what I need. You know what it means to really pleasure a woman."
"I'm flattered, I guess," said Jeffrey slowly. "But this is absurd. We can't get it on. Not like you advertised. Not like I thought when I answered you."
"Is there anything against us going on and finishing the date? Just the two of us?"
"Dinner, the movie, all that?" he asked. "Hell, no. I'll be happy to be seen with my kid sister." In a quieter voice, he added, "Especially when she's the damndest, sexiest woman in the room."
Sheila glowed inside at the compliment. And the thoughts fluttering through her head made her even hornier. She wanted him. She wanted her very own brother. And come hell or high water, she was going to have him! Tonight!
The young teenager kicked off her shoes and stretched out her long, slender legs. She quickly found her brother's ankle under the table and worked her way up his muscular leg while he was ordering for them. By the time he'd placed the order, her toes were massaging the growing bulge at his crotch.
Without saying a word, he unzipped his trousers. His cock flopped out, still half limp. Jeffrey studied Sheila. The waitress didn't seem to notice that anything was going on under the table. Sheila continued to chatter, obviously speaking from a case of nerves and a desire to keep the other patrons of the restaurant from noticing anything unusual happening.
Not that anyone would ever suspect that a cool foot was resting between Jeffrey's legs. Toes began to wiggle back and forth. He felt his own growing, illicit desire. He hated himself for his weakness, but his desire mounted to the point where he couldn't stop himself. He helped his sister along by placing his limp cock between her toes.
He gasped when the slender, green-eyed girl gripped down. With a grasp like a closing hand, she started stroking up and down his slowly stiffening length. Jeffrey moved his chair a little closer to the table. This seemed like the right thing to do since the toes began working up and down his prick with even greater determination. They'd both be humiliated if anyone saw what was going on.
"Uh, Sheila," he said, trying to control his voice, "could you pass me the rolls? Thanks." He quickly looked at Sheila but the girl was sipping her water. A little twinkle gleamed in her eyes, but he thought that was simply because he'd agreed to finish out the evening with her. Or maybe his sister was getting off in a big way on the public cock-fondling.
Jeffrey couldn't deny he was being turned on by it.
With a dexterity he found hard to believe, Sheila even managed to tweak the end of his fuck stick. Moving the foreskin back and forth wasn't easy when it was being done under a table with toes.
"You don't look too good, Jeffrey," she asked sweetly. "Is anything wrong?"
Damn her, Jeffrey thought. She knows what she's doing to me!
"Nothing's wrong. I just like being seen with a foxy lady like you."
"I'm flattered. What do you want for dessert?"
He looked down and saw he'd almost finished his meal. He didn't remember eating a single bite. He'd been chewing and swallowing mechanically. He was too engrossed in the horrible feelings racing up his cock-horrible because he knew he was getting turned on to this luscious woman-child. Even if she was only eighteen and she was his sister.
He wanted her more with every passing minute, though.
"Something to cool me, both of us, off, I think. Ice cream."
"How about some strawberry shortcake?" the redhead suggested.
He nodded and called over the waiter to order. As he spoke, she clamped down powerfully with her toes. He saw the slight exertion on her lovely face, but it was nothing compared to the work he did to keep from moaning out loud.
The waiter commented. "You appear pale, sir. Is anything wrong?"
"Nothing. J-just get the dessert."
The dessert came and Jeffrey fumbled with it. Sheila reached across the table and steadied his hand. The touch was electric.
"Be careful," she gently chided. She licked her lips with excitement at the risk they were taking. It was little enough to get her turned on properly. Sheila couldn't remember the last time she had been really satisfied with fucking. And this was exactly what Sheila had in mind, whether or not her brother desired it.
"You be careful. When I talked to the waiter, I thought you were going to rip that out by the roots."
"I can think of a lot better things to do with such a tasty-looking prick." She stroked up and down the pulsating length of prick a few more times, feeling the virile cockflesh quiver under her toes, sensing the excited beating of Jeffrey's heart through the thick blue vein in the shaft.
"Look, Sheila, we're going to be late for the movie."
"I'm in no big hurry," the lovely, red-haired young woman said, her meaning perfectly, erotically clear. He looked through the gloom of the cafe. He saw Sheila's face lighted up with desire. Her eyes burned like twin coals. Her lustrous red hair shone with the faint gleam of spun gold. Jeffrey couldn't remember seeing his sister more desirable.
He gulped when she squeezed down on his prick again. His cock felt like it would explode at any instant. But they were in public. When she reached out again, she spilled his dessert into his lap. It was obvious she did in on purpose.
Jeffrey just wished he could remember that this was kid stuff. His turgid cock strained in Sheila's grip. Her cool toes worked up and down, tantalizing, stimulating, touching all the right places, now covered with cool cream. She took the triangular flap of skin dangling underneath the plum-colored knob of his cock and began working it back and forth under her toes. Jeffrey was certain he was going to cream all over his good pants.
"Cut that out," he said. "I don't want to ruin my new trousers."
"No," cooed Sheila, "we wouldn't want that to happen. I suppose something will have to be done about it. I seem to have made such a mess already with your shortcake. Let me fix that for you." She dived under the table and homed in on his crotch, her mouth taking his prick fully into her mouth. Ruby lips puckered in a sensuous O as she sucked hard on his pecker.
The taste of manmeat excited her like nothing else, especially when it was her brother's prick. She had waited for almost forever to do this! The young girl felt her breath coming faster and faster until it felt like sandpaper in her throat. Sucking harder made Jeffrey groan in pleasure. She lashed out with her eager, agile tongue. Circling and whirling around the sensitive tip, she made sure the man's cock was thoroughly covered with her saliva.
Sheila began to gently gnaw on the rubbery prick in her mouth. The flesh was firm and resilient now. The sounds of his arousal spurred the red-haired young teenager on. Her tongue spun like a tornado around the cock head she so lovingly cradled in her mouth.
She tried to stuff her tongue down the pinprick hole at the end of the massive cock. She knew it wasn't possible. But just trying gave them both intense pleasure. Increasing the suction, she pulled Jeffrey's cock into her mouth inch by slow, agonizing inch. She devoured all of her brother's cock now that she had the chance. It didn't matter this was in public. If anything, that added spice to her blowjob. And he couldn't openly say anything to stop her. The slender, green-eyed girl took his entire nine inches down her throat.
Every time the young woman swallowed, a jolt of delight surged into Jeffrey's loins. He felt her tongue moving gently, erotically, along the underside of his prick. Her throat was a tight sheath of flesh around him. Her lips brushing the sides of his prick sent tremors through his balls. He felt his balls tumbling and lurching in the lead-heavy load of his jism. It wouldn't be long before he blasted out his fiery come into the sucking teenager's mouth.
He tried to control his body. It felt so damned good having that hot mouth around his cock he could barely control himself. Every time his sister exhaled, he felt a hot gust of her breath rustling through his bush. It both tickled and stimulated him further.
Jeffrey couldn't control his hips any longer. He was held captive by the slender, green-eyed redhead's mouth. He was going to come too soon-and all because of his cock-sucking sister! He groaned and leaned forward onto the table. It didn't matter what the others in the cafe were thinking. He concentrated on the warmth and wetness of the sucking mouth moving up and down his iron-hard length.
Sheila began moving her head up and down her brother's rigid spire of cock. She used her teeth to lightly score the sides of the man's prick. The skin bunched up a little as she moved. The flavor of cock turned her on like it always did. Nothing mattered but milking this wondrous source of its creamy load. It hardly mattered to her that they might be discovered at any instant. She heard the soft shuffling feet of the waiter returning. She ignored it and sucked even harder on her brother's huge pecker.
"Umm, good," Sheila mumbled around the plug of flesh in her mouth. She began licking off the whipped cream she'd purposefully dropped into his lap. The tastes mingled and turned her on till there was no holding back. And Jeffrey was too far lost in the wonderland of the erotic sensations hammering into his balls to do more than thrash around.
Sheila pressed her tongue firmly down on the top of the pulsating cock. Excited blood surged back and forth along the entire length. Remembering Jeffrey and Pamela fucking, she realized she had only a couple more seconds of divine sucking before he erupted with the force of an exploding volcano.
Rolling her rough, eager tongue around the purpled hood of his cock, she made sure he was stimulated to the utmost. When his hips began lifting off the seat and he began face-fucking her, she tasted a bitter drop of pre-come beading at his piss-slit. She took each driving, thrusting motion of his prick. She let her brother fuck her face. It was a brand new experience. She wanted Jeffrey to get off in a big way-and she'd get off then, too.
Sheila desperately needed the emotional release. It had been too long since she'd really enjoyed fucking.
His hips rocketed up again and again, pistoning his cock into her face. She pressed firmly against the top of his prick with her slithering tongue. The young girl wanted to capture every single bullet of come.
She barely missed the first streaming gout of jism. When her brother came, the gob of creamy white come arched past her tongue and splattered against her tonsils. The second smeared all over her tongue. Each successive blast was carefully snared and rubbed all over the girl's hungering tongue. Her tastebuds told her this was the ultimate flavor in the universe. Nothing was better.
She sucked harder to milk her brother of every pearly drop of his come. Jeffrey fucked wildly for a few more seconds, then collapsed back to the seat, panting from the exertion.
"Damn, but you've got a hungry mouth," he said. "I never knew my very own sister could suck cock like that. But people are starting to stare. Let's get out of here."
"Your cock," Sheila said numbly. "It's like a fountain! And it gushes out whenever I turn it on!" She moved back under the table and snaked up into her chair, her quick tongue slipping from between her ruby lips to capture the last drop of jism trickling from the corner of her mouth. She sighed. It had been good like it had never been before. Her brother was the man she'd been looking for.
Jeffrey looked down at his crotch and saw the once proud hard-on dissolving back into the shadows. He tucked his prick into his pants and said, "I think we'd better be getting to the movie. It's starting in a few minutes."
"Fuck the movie," Sheila said hotly. "I want to fuck you!"
But the red-haired young teenager knew it was no use. Whatever she said to her brother now wouldn't have any effect. He seemed dazed at the blowjob she'd given him. But Sheila thought that was a good sign. Keep him off balance-and keep him horny. She'd show him his kid sister could do more than just suck cock. She'd show him she could do anything he wanted.