Chapter 7
"That was a great time we had," said Sheila to her brother as they came to the door. She stopped and looked at Jeffrey, then laughed. "What's so funny?" he asked. "It's just that I was treating you like a real date. I mean, I was going to tell you what a great time I had and how I'd like to do it again."
For a moment, he was silent. Then Jeffrey asked, "Wouldn't you like to do it again?"
The red-haired girl nodded slowly.
"But we shouldn't," the youth hastily added. "I mean, God, was it ever fun! This is the most fun I've ever had on a date with any chick. But you know what I mean."
"Incest," Sheila said in a small voice. She felt her pulse pounding. The idea that she'd sucked off her brother, then let him fuck her in the movie theatre still seemed almost too devastating for her to come to grips with. She'd lived out her fantasy-and she'd found her fantasy hardly lived up to reality.
Her brother was a better cocksman than she'd thought he would be. He was better than any man had a right to be. And he was fun to be with. He had a sense of humor-and of the ridiculous. Sheila didn't want this date to ever end.
"Who's there? Oh, it's you two. Did you both have nice dates?" said their mother.
"Fine, Mom," said Sheila. "The best ever." She reached over and took Jeffrey's hand and squeezed it. But he pulled away and hurriedly went inside. Sheila couldn't blame him. Letting their parents know what had been happening was the wrong thing to do. Letting anyone know what they'd done was absolutely wrong, too.
Still, Sheila felt both aroused and a little sad as she prepared for bed. It was a shame letting such a beautiful relationship die simply because they were brother and sister. They hadn't asked for that. It just was. But society wouldn't care about their feelings. The slender young teenager remembered the case where a brother and sister had been separated when infants, found each other years later, fell in love and got married. The court battles, the public outcries, the notoriety had ruined their lives.
With her and Jeffrey it would be even worse. They didn't have the excuse of growing up apart.
Sheila tossed and turned in her bed for hours, mulling over what had happened. Her brother was just too good with his prick for her to pass up. And yet she realized Jeffrey wouldn't go out with her again. Incest was a swear word. Motherfucker. The worst possible-and fucking your own kid sister wasn't far behind.
Still, the red-haired girl wasn't going to let it die like this. She loved Jeffrey and wanted more of what he had to offer her. And she could offer him so much, too!
Sheila picked up her clothes and started to put them on, then decided it was ridiculous. Why put them on and then take them off again in just a few minutes? She made the trip through the darkened house without difficulty, not wanting to turn on the lights and bring her parents out to see what was going on. Explaining her nakedness to them would be too hard.
And the feelings running wild in her body would surely betray her. She held back the gnawing sensation as long as she could, then almost broke out crying. Her hungry, aching cunt needed fucking. Not in a week or a month, but now!
The closed door to her brother's bedroom seemed to call out to her. The slender young teenager fought down the impulse as long as she could, then went to the door and gently turned the knob. She felt like a complete fool. There was no good reason for her to walk stark naked into her brother's room.
He didn't want to continue what had been started. Yet she needed just one more intimate look at him.
The room was dark but Sheila had no trouble finding his sleeping form on the bed. He was moaning softly, trapped in the middle of a dream. She started to close the door when she heard him call out her name.
"Sheila, oh sweet God, Sheila!" and then he thrashed around on the bed, still asleep.
She looked at him with wonderment in her eyes. Was he actually dreaming of her? The shock and thrill racing through her tender body made the red-haired girl come more alive than she had been since last she'd felt his cock. To actually have him dreaming sexy dreams about her made her feel good.
Good and neglected, that is. Her pussy demanded feeding. It drooled obscenely and continued to bother her. The intense feelings simply wouldn't die. She had to have a cock stroking her cunt and soon.
Or would she get off on sucking a cock? That thought aroused her. It had been great in the cafe sneaking under the table and giving her brother head. The thought of taking his prick into her mouth now made her pussy throb even more insistently.
"Sheila, love, oh dear Sheila," moaned Jeffrey. For a horrifying instant, Sheila thought he was wide awake. But the way he combined the calls with snores told her was still asleep.
She went to him and knelt down. Nimble fingers lifted back the thin sheet covering his naked body. She looked with undisguised lust at her brother's cock and knew she had to have it. A slightly shaking hand reached out and lightly brushed the balls.
A shiver went through the youth's body. And he called out, "I knew you were here, Sheila. Love me good, make me feel good all over like before."
He was still sleeping but the suggestion was more than the girl could ignore. If subconsciously her brother actually wanted to fuck her again, she figured it would be a nice reward for her to suck him off. It wasn't quite the same thing, but it gave both of them the necessary relief they sought.
As the red-haired girl's lips approached the limp prick, only one thought stuck in her mind. Incest. This was incest. There could be no doubt that her parent's were her natural ones. She wasn't adopted. Neither was Jeffrey. And this was her brother's cock she was drawing ever closer to her mouth.
Incest. Her lips trembled, then with a sudden show of determination Sheila began nuzzling her very own brother's prick. The limp organ stirred sluggishly and he rolled over onto one side.
"Nice," he mumbled, "so fucking nice!"
Sheila found she had a better shot at his prick now than he was on his side. Her eager lips sucked in his flaccid cock and she began to gently suck on the end.
No mere thought of incest could hold her back now. She wanted that cock hard and long in her mouth where she could give it the best blowjob ever. And she knew, from the way her brother continued to mutter her name, that he wanted her as badly as she did him. They were only doing what they both secretly wanted. That he didn't realize it fully was of little importance. Sheila understood the full impact of what she did and would take her lumps for it later.
But now, cock!
Her tongue swirled around the end of his prick, touching lightly, stimulating, giving feathery caresses designed to get it on the rise. When it finally began to jerk aloft, she knew she had won her battle. From now on, it would be nothing but pleasure for both of them.
"Sheila, I want you sooooooo," he moaned. His hands reached down and stroked her red locks. Fingers laced through her hair as he pulled her even more firmly into his crotch. She couldn't avoid his rising cock now even if she had wanted to.
Hot breath gusted through the tangled mat of his bush. The crinkly hairs stirred and moved in agitation as her nostrils flared. The odor of male musk was strong. And the taste of his cock aroused the red-haired girl more than she cared to admit. Sure, this was her brother and the merest thought of incest made her hot, but there was more. She really loved him.
Her tongue lavished supreme care on the sides of his prick. She stroked the sensitive underside and then worked down toward his balls, using a spiralling motion. His cock jerked hard and lusty against her tongue now. She couldn't have asked for anything more.
"Ummm, so nice, so niiice!" he continued to moan. She wondered how he could possibly sleep through such a blowjob. She still hadn't begun to really suck on his cock yet, but the sensations rippling into his balls had to be stimulating him to the breaking point.
Sheila decided not to worry about it. Her tongue finally found the last small bit of flesh around his prick that she'd missed. Content that she hadn't neglected one tiny section now, she took his balls into her mouth. The way the nuts inside tumbled and lurched told her he was about ready to come. But she didn't hesitate. Her tongue lashed out and batted the trapped balls around with an erotic vigor.
He moaned louder, but she kept on tonguing his hairy little sac. When his nut-sac tightened down into a hard little sphere filled with the thick stew of his jism, she knew he couldn't last much longer without jetting out his load.
"More, don't stop, love, don't stop," he sighed.
The insistent motion of his hand on the back of her head made her keep at the task. For a horrifying moment, she had second thoughts about sucking off her very own brother. He was her flesh and blood. This wasn't the thing a loving sister should do. Not at all. Yet her own needs overrode the morality society had instilled in her.
The very world was tumbling down around her ears. She'd discovered so much this evening that she no longer knew what was right and what was wrong. The slender young teenager'd thought she had been smart sneaking out and grabbing whatever pleasure she could find with the other high-school studs. Now she knew where true pleasure lay.
He was in front of her.
She was actually sucking her brother's cock And she had fucked with him earlier. She had actually gotten fucked by her own brother!
The force of sex pulled her back to Jeffrey's cock She had to take advantage of him while he was still more asleep than awake. The taste of his prick aroused her, made her come alive in a way she had only vaguely dreamed of before. The throbbing length of hard, virile prick filled her mouth and made her want even more. She sucked hard now on the very tip until Jeffrey writhed on the bed in obvious pleasure.
She couldn't imagine now he could sleep through this-unless he'd had this type of dream before. She shuddered thinking about her brother populating his wet dreams with her sucking his cock. They could have been doing the actual thing for a long time!
Sheila could hardly restrain herself now. Her tongue fluttered all over the end of his knobby cock. When she found the piss-slit, she tried stuffing her tongue down it. The cock bounced and bucked at the tip of her tongue.
Jeffrey moaned and thrashed around even more. "Face fuck, wanna face fuck you, lovely Sheila. My sister," he muttered. "My sister. Wanna fuck you."
She smiled around the plug of cock filling her mouth. His huge prick made her lips strain to contain the bulk of his meaty prick. But she wouldn't complain. She loved this too much to do a stupid thing like that. And she realized, had Jeffrey been awake, this entire incestuous cock sucking might have never happened. Better to let him dream and think this was only something rising up out of his Freudian depths.
But the red-haired girl would know. And she would experience the full delights of her brother's prick. Her tongue flashed out and down his cock so that she stroked the underside again. Finding the tiny triangular flap of skin dangling just under the purple head, she toyed with it for a while. Teasing made him arch up off the bed, trying to stuff his prick all the way down her throat.
And why not?
She swallowed, exhaled and then went down on him as fast as she could. The tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth, paused for a moment near her tonsils, then rested firmly in her throat. Every time she swallowed, she felt his prick pulse and jerk with new lust for her.
When she could no longer breathe with his cock lodged firmly in her throat, the slender young teenager carefully backed away. The cock slipped easily out of her throat and across the cradling roughness of her tongue.
He moaned again, this time saying, "On fire. My prick's on fire, damn you, damn you! Wanna save it for Sheila. Love sister, lovely little sister. So hot, ohh!"
The red-haired girl wanted to wake Jeffrey and really fuck, but she realized that wouldn't be the thing to do right now. He was still worrying over the idea of incest with his kid sister. Let him work it out on his own. Let him enjoy his wet dream-with her assistance. Her mouth closed firmly around his thick cock. Tender lips soothed him, then she used a trick that one of her earliest boyfriends had taught her. She closed her teeth around her brother's fuck stick and drew red marks on his entire length with those sharp, white incisors.
He groaned and his cock jerked harder. She felt the insistent pounding of his pulse and knew it would be only a few minutes before he spewed out his white-hot jism. She applied her lips to soothe the hurt she'd given. The pain followed by the suddenness of her lips and spit gave a burning sensation that would soon explode into ecstasy for him.
She didn't want him to be awake and know she was the one responsible for so much pleasure. Jeffrey might fly off the handle and do something dangerous if he discovered she had sucked him off in the middle of one of his wet dreams. And she knew her brother had grave misgivings about what they'd done, too.
Her tongue pressed hard against the tip of his prick as the first spurt shot from it. She savored the salty taste of his come. The jism turned her on more than the actual sucking had. She knew if she could she'd live on a diet of nothing but come and cock. Nothing in the world pleased her more.
Unless it was actually fucking with Jeffrey.
Sucking, the red-haired girl drained his balls of every last drop of come. When her brother's limp cock flopped from between her lips, Sheila carefully covered him up again with the sheet.
As she tiptoed from the room, she heard him talking in his sleep again. "So good, Sheila, oh God, why can't it be like this all the time?"
Startled at the words, she turned and looked at him. He still slept, but tiny tears had formed at the corners of his sleep-matted eyes. She felt an odd thrill pass through her body. Sheila realized she had just performed an act both profoundly exciting and loving.