Chapter 3
After a night of deep sleep, Carol awoke to find herself alone in the bed. For a moment, she felt remorse over what her young sister had done to her before they finally went to sleep.
It was very odd, she thought. What Susan had done to her was exciting, but she had never felt an attraction for another girl in that particular manner. Yet she could not deny the beautiful sensations Susan's hands and fingers had produced within her body, in her mind. It was so much different than those of a boy-her brother-feeling her, playing with her pussy, her breasts. It made Carol wonder if any boy could ever turn her on as hotly as her brother could. She had never been sexually involved with anyone but David, although she certainly had the offers.
In a way, she found it puzzling because she had no interest in a boy other than her brother. She had heard stories about a girl forever loving the first boy, and she most certainly loved David. Her thoughts turned to her sister, and she wondered if it had been a different girl, someone other than her sister, if she would have allowed it to happen.
Sitting up in bed, she stared out the window. The storm was over and Susan had lifted the window to allow the early morning air to enter. Everything smelled so fresh and clean.
Slipping from the bed, she padded into her connecting shower and scrubbed her flawless body, then toweled it dry vigorously. Her creamy flesh glowed a healthy pink, and she rummaged about for panties. Carol wondered again why her parents would send David and Susan to her, especially now. It was highly unlikely after the fury of her father. Yet they were here, and she could not deny it. Could it be possible this was her parents' way of telling her that she had been forgiven after two long years?
Pulling on a pair of tight, yellow bikini panties, Carol began to brush at her long, raven-colored hair. She could not hear any sounds about the house, and wondered where her brother and sister were. Maybe they went out to explore the neighborhood, hoping to meet new friends of their age.
Carol enjoyed being in the house with nothing on but her panties, and often did all her housework completely naked. Her sensual personality was with her constantly, and her sister and brother had hit it correctly when they asked her if she frequently used her finger on herself. For the past two years, Carol had been masturbating, reliving those few short months with her brother before they had been discovered. It was much easier to just sit down where she happened to be at the moment and thrust a finger in and out of her cunt, rub slowly at her clitoris until that beautiful feeling bubbled over hotly.
Padding bare-footed into the short hall, she started toward the living room, still wearing nothing but her brightly colored panties. The door of the other bedroom was wide open, and she glanced in. A smile spread over her face as she looked upon her brother, sleeping there. He had kicked the sheets from his body, and he was gloriously naked.
His genitals were totally exposed, and she gazed upon them with a fond remembrance. She had not wanted to start all over sexually with him again, but now, after what they had done the day before in the hallway, after what Susan had started with her, too, Carol knew it was senseless to keep her distance. She also realized that she would not be able to keep her hot hands off him anyway, not as long as they were in the same house and so close.
Stepping into his room, she moved quietly to the edge of his bed, pausing there. What her parents didn't know wouldn't hurt them, she thought with a wicked smile. Reaching down, Carol ran her fingertips along her brother's limp and wrinkled prick, then took his balls into the palm of her hand and fondled them tenderly, almost lovingly.
"Good morning, Sis," David said, opening his eyes. "That's one damn nice way to wake up."
"Sleepy head," she teased, leaning down to kiss his cheek moistly. "Don't you know it's almost nine o'clock?"
David reached out and grasped his sister's thigh, giving it a squeeze on the inner smoothness. "I was tired, Carol."
His hand slipped up the back of her thigh, feeling the delicious warmth of it, then moved over her tightly clad ass. Carol wiggled wantonly as David felt of her bottom. She pulled at his cock gently, stretching it. "Is this thing sleeping, too?"
"You just keep pulling on it and see," he grinned up at her.
Carol laughed softly, and pumped her tight fist up and down his cock, pleased to see it start to swell and harden.
"I thought you didn't want any more of that, Carol?" he teased, tracing a finger up and down the alluring crack of her buttocks, pressing at her panties.
"I've changed my mind, David," she replied, tugging. "We might as well make the most of the opportunity, shouldn't we?"
"You're not afraid Susan will come in and catch you?" he continued to tease her, moving his hand in between her warm thighs and cupping his fingers into her pussy. "She could easily see this, you know."
"I think she's gone out," Carol said, sitting on the side of his bed, her fist still pulling and pushing at his elongating cock. "Besides, you promised you would handle her. I trust you, darling."
David grinned up at her, reaching a hand to caress one thrusting, naked breast. He pinched lightly at the nipple, bringing a soft moan of pleasure from his sister. "I will handle her," he promised again.
"I know it, darling," Carol whispered throatily, leaning down and plunging her wet tongue far into his mouth.
David pulled his sister down on to the bed next to his body, turning on his side to face her. He sucked at her tongue, caressing along her buttocks as she jerked on his prick. "We're going to have to get those fucking panties off you, Sis," he groaned as his passion flared. "That is, unless you want me to come between your legs again like before."
"Oh, no!" she laughed almost lewdly. "No more of that shit...I want your cock in me, darling. I want it stretching me-now!" She wiggled as he pulled her panties down, then off her feet. "Like I said, since you are here, let's not waste any time."
"Aren't you afraid the folks will find out again, Sis?" he wanted to know.
Puzzled, she looked into his eyes. "But how could they? They aren't anywhere near."
"But still, aren't you worried about it?" he persisted, grabbing one breast with his lips, sucking at the turgid nipple.
Carol waited a moment before replying. I'm twenty years old now, David. I don't give a shit what they think any longer. They can't harm me...unless they want to harm themselves. They wouldn't dare say anything now."
"You could be right, Sis," he gave her a muffled answer. "Hey...don't jerk my cock so fast! You want me coming on your stomach?"
Carol gave a throaty laugh. "You can come on me anywhere you want, darling. You know that, know how I am with you. Ohhhhh, it's so damned nice to feel your sweet, sweet cock again, to play with it after all this time."
Pulling from her succulent breast, he sliced his tongue into her mouth, stabbing it to and fro as she sighed hotly, sucking on it. Her hands cupped his balls as he fondled her swelling, jutting ass in one hand, the other moving between her warm, creamy thighs. Carol lifted her leg and draped it over her brother's hip, and David stabbed a finger into the hairy, receptive cunt.
"Ooooooo!" she crooned. "So good!" She pumped her fist fast, squirming her hips onto his buried finger. "It's been so fucking long, darling...so fucking long since you've done this to me."
Suddenly, David rolled onto his back, pulling his sister over on top. She spread her long legs about him, smothering his face with moist, eager kisses, sighing in pleasure as his hands kneaded the tight curves of her ass-cheeks. She could feel his strong cock probing at the hair-rimmed lips of her pulsing cunt. Bringing her knees up along his hips, she straddled her brother's body, her pussy rubbing wetly along the shaft of his prick. Looking down, she could watch the swollen, smooth head of his prick as it moved along the puffy lips, parting the dark, curling cunt hair.
"It looks as if I have a cock," she giggled almost childishly, running her fingertip along the now dripping piss hole.
"You're about to get a cock, Sis!"
"I know where, too!". .
She lifted her hips, holding the base of his prick in position, then moved her bottom downwards. She watched with anticipation as her brother's cock sunk deep into her slippery hole, their pubic hairs mingling.
"Oooooo . . . " she whimpered as her pussy stretched to accommodate the thickness of his prick. Her dark, glittering eyes became glassy, her breasts swaying gently. "Oh, God...darling, darling! Ooooo, you've certainly grown there! I don't remember your cock being so huge! Ohhhh, does it ever stretch my pussy now!" She reached behind her naked ass and cupped his balls, pulling them up and pressing them against her warm crack. For a long moment she sat there, still, savoring the sensations, thrilled by the way his cock stuffed her, excited to feel her brother's prick up her pussy again.
Then she lifted her ass slowly, feeling the joy of movement as his prick slipped almost out of her clasping twat. She held herself high, with just the bulbous head of his prick captured by her cunt lips. She leaned over to peer between their naked bodies, twisting her ass deliciously as she shivered.
"Ohhhh, it's so...so beautiful!" Carol murmured hotly. "It looks so beautiful, to see your cock inside my cunt again!"
David moved his palms along his sister's smooth thighs, caressing the warm inner surfaces to her spreading black cunt hair. He flicked at the swell of her exposed clitoris, causing Carol to shudder in ecstasy. With a squeal of delight, she slammed down hard onto his prick again. "Oooooo...Mmmmmmm!" she mewled, bouncing and twisting now, fucking him in short, but vigorous movements.
Her flat stomach rippled with subtle muscles as the pleasure flowed into her lusciously naked body, her shapely, pointing breasts swaying enticingly, erotically. She gazed down hotly into her brother's face as she wiggled and twisted her snatch up and down his prick, working like a corkscrew on him. Her tongue licked moistly at her pouting, full lips.
Soft, liquid sounds drifted to them both from the powerful lunges Carol made upon his prick.
"Ohhh," David grunted. "Christ, Carol...your cunt can still suck on my fucking cock! It hasn't changed one goddamn bit. You've still got a pussy that sucks!"
"Aren't you pleased with my pussy, darling?" she asked huskily, revolving her ass. "I thought you liked the way my pussy sucked your prick."
"I do! God, I do!" he yelped, throwing his hips into the air as his sister slammed down. "How do you do that, Sis?"
"I don't know," she answered him honestly. "It does that all on its own...I have no control over my cunt. You should know that by now."
"Yeah, you're always ready for a cock, aren't you?"
"Just yours, darling," she gurgled, bouncing furiously, riding his dong with wild passion. "I'm always hot for you...for your beautiful cock! Ohhhhh, how I love your big cock...fuck me, David! Ooooo, fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!"
"You're doing just fine, Sis," he groaned as she banged down harshly. "Just fine."
"You little shit head," she laughed in passion. "You always did like it with me on top, didn't you?"
"I like it anyway," he grunted. "Top, bottom, sideways...any fucking way I can get it!"
"I'm going to fuck it off, David!" she mewled. "I'm going to burn your cock off with my cunt! Going to fuck it right off you!"
"You're trying," he groaned again. "Ohhhh, shit...you're sure trying to fuck it off! God, can you swing that ass!"
He watched her lovely breasts bobbing before his eyes, looked at the lust that clouded her own. She was the most beautiful girl in the world to him, especially at this particular moment.
"I won't be able to keep this up...much longer!" she gasped. "I'm about to...about to come!"
As soon as the words ripped from her mouth, Carol's body went rigid, her pussy closing about his deeply embedded cock tightly, pulsing and twitching. Then she convulsed with a powerful reflex, the lips of her pussy gripping and sucking on his cock. She threw her head back, her dark hair swirling, a long wail of ecstasy bubbling from her throat. She grabbed her breasts in both hands, digging her fingers harshly into the tender flesh, her body shuddering. Her knees and thighs closed about his hips hotly, and David gazed down in passion where his sister's hairy cunt held his prick.
"More!" Carol squealed mindlessly, grinding her ass about. "Ohhhh, David...darling! More...I want more!"
David managed to twist and roll until he had Carol beneath him. She threw her long legs high into the air, waving them in excitement as he ran his hands down to clasp her naked, shaking ass, holding her hips up against his crotch.
"You're going to get more, you fucking cunt!" he growled, and began to thrust furiously into her slippery snatch. "I'm gonna fuck you raw, Sis! Fuck your cunt sore!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Oh, darling...yes!" Carol urged him, holding his shoulders, her breasts burning against his chest now. "Fuck me raw...fuck my cunt sore! Fuck me the way you used to do it! Ohhhhh, shit . . Ohhhh, darling! God...do I love it when you fuck me this way! Deep, David...go deep into my pussy!"
He pounded harshly into his sister's pussy, feeling her silken thighs scissor along his hips, her heels now banging at his buttocks. Again, there was that unusual sensation of being sucked off by her pussy. He could feel her flex way up inside, somewhere about his cock head as he thrust. His balls banged into her swelling ass-cheeks as he pulled them wide apart.
"Now!" he shouted, straining into her. "Now!"
"Oooo, yes!" Carol squealed, biting at his shoulder. "Come in me-now! Ohhh, do I love it when you come in me, David! Hurry...hurry! I'm about to come again, too! Come...Ahhhhh, squirt it up my cunt...gush in my pussy! Come in me...come...come!"
"Unh...unh . . . " he grunted, and his prick lurched as he ejaculated deeply into his sister's tight, steaming twat.
Feeling his semen splashing into her, Carol squealed again and sunk her sharp, white teeth into his shoulder, her cunt convulsing for the second time, stronger and ever so much more powerful.
David slumped atop Carol, breathing hard, hearing her gasp into his ear, her hot breath fanning at his neck. Carol caressed his bare back with tender affection, feeling his prick soften inside her still clinging cunt.
Then the sound of a door closing came to them., "Oh, my God!" Carol groaned, shoving her brother from her. "God, get off me, David! Hurry...she'll see us!"
David pulled his deflated prick free, rolling to one side. Carol quickly scrambled from his bed, racing from his room, both hands cupping her naked ass as though to conceal it from Susan.
Slowly, taking his time, David stood up. He picked up his sister's bright panties and, naked, went down the short hall to the bathroom, twirling the yellow garment nonchalantly.
In her own room, Carol pulled on a skirt and blouse, then a fresh pair of panties, and was just smoothing her skirt down when her younger sister entered. Susan looked strangely at Carol, cocking her pretty face to one side, a fingertip at her chin.
"Are you just getting up, Carol?" she asked.
"Uh...I sort of slept late," Carol stammered.
"I hope you had some sweet dreams," Susan giggled. "When I got up, you were all curled up with your hand between your legs."
Carol flushed as she remembered the things Susan had done to her the night before. The heat in her cheeks brought another giggle from Susan. She sat down before the dresser mirror and began to brush at her long hair for the second time that morning, but not before she saw Susan twirl about, the short skirt flying up those delicious thighs. With a start, Carol realized she had caught a brief flash of her sister's curvy little ass-Susan was not wearing panties.
Brushing her hair, Carol felt as if she should be ashamed of herself, not because of fucking her brother-she loved him too much to be ashamed of that. But felt she should be ashamed of letting Susan stick her finger up her asshole, then finger-fuck her to orgasm-that, she felt, she should definitely be ashamed of. Yet, she couldn't make herself feel that way. It had been extremely pleasant to feel her sister's finger fucking into her snatch, fucking in and out of her asshole. Carol wondered for a moment why she and her brother had never considered doing that before.
Finishing with her hair, she smoothed her skirt down over her hips and swelling bottom, then went to the living room. She had just about stepped in when she paused, her breath caught in her throat.
She had sat at her mirror longer than she realized. David had finished his morning shower, had gone into the living room. Susan was there with him, too. And, Carol saw, Susan was being very careless how she sat in that arm chair. Her skirt, short enough as it was, was almost at her waist, and her knees were apart. Carol could see the blonde curls of Susan's cunt, even the pinkness of that pretty pussy, the sweet curve of her ass between those long, golden thighs.
And, Carol gasped, so did David.
David was sitting on the floor, a few feet away from Susan, his feet crossed and facing her. He was, Carol saw, gazing unabashedly at Susan's exposed snatch. There was a sinking sensation in her heart, a strangeness that was suspiciously like jealousy. She wondered if David and Susan were fucking, and if they were, how long had it been going on.
She was surprised at the sudden anger she felt. After all, if she could fuck her own brother, then certainly Susan had the same privilege. But still she couldn't help but feel jealous.
Backing up a few feet, she cleared her throat loudly. When she entered the living room now, David was sprawled on the floor, and Susan had shoved her skirt down, but she had not closed her knees. Carol looked, but couldn't see Susan's pussy now.
"Well, kids," she said, trying to control the shaking of her voice and sound cheerful and bright, "What can we plan for the day? What sort of mischief should we get into?"
David looked up at Carol, grinning. "Whatever you want, Sis," he said, and Carol flushed under his leer.
She glanced at Susan and smiled nervously. Susan gazed innocently back at her, fluttering her lashes almost shyly. Carol sat down on the couch, her nervousness preventing her from knowing what to say. Finally, after she had fidgeted for a while, she managed: "We could go to the park, I suppose. They have a small zoo there."
"Monkeys?" Susan asked, bright-eyed. "I like to watch the monkeys."
"I don't think I've seen any monkeys there," Carol replied.
"Then I don't want to go," Susan said. "Monkeys are the best to watch."
"Well . . . " Carol paused, then said: "We could just stay around the house, but it's such a nice day out."
"It's too hot to go anywhere," David said. "Staying around here might be more fun."
Carol shot him a warning look, but he only grinned suggestively at her. "Have you two had breakfast yet?"
"I did," Susan answered.
"I'm not hungry yet," David replied.
There was uncomfortable silence for Carol, and the air seemed thick and heavy. She knew damned well that Susan's exposure before had not been just an accident. Her skirt was far too short, far too high, and she had her legs far too wide. Besides, she had been looking right at her brother, gazing intently between her knees. No, Carol thought...Susan had been sitting that way deliberately.
As she thought of it, she felt once more that unusual sensation of jealousy. She tried to struggle against it, to shrug it off, but it seemed to grow. She didn't want to share David with Susan, didn't want to share him with anyone. What she had with him was far too precious, she felt. Then she was startled again as a new thought came to her: she didn't want to share Susan, either.