Chapter 3
Debbie had a troubled night. She couldn't help thinking about her brother Steve. Steve was experiencing the same traumatic emotions. He had enjoyed sex with his sister more than he ever had with the girls he was making it with at high school.
In the days that followed Steve avoided Debbie and she avoided him. Yet he got so hot for her he knew one night he had to have sex with her.
"Debbie," he whispered to her quietly, "why don't you and me go out to the guest house and have sex on that big waterbed out there? It'll be fun."
The thought of going to the guest house with him got her excited. She could think of nothing she would enjoy more than being anywhere alone with him. And sex on the waterbed would be a new thrill, she decided.
"We're gonna go for a walk," Steve told his mother a few moments later.
"All right, but be careful," his mother said as she continued watching a television program, her eyes never once leaving the screen.
Steve was glad he and his sister could be alone again. He had picked a night when his father was at the bowling league finals, and wouldn't be back until much later. As for his mother, she was so absorbed in a television melodrama she wouldn't even miss them. As they walked down to the secluded guest house in the rear yard, amid thick shrubs and bushes, a canopy of brilliant stars shone above them, a quiet, peaceful light illuminating the walkway which was strewn with the golden, reddish brown leaves which signaled approaching autumn. Debbie's thighs rubbed smoothly together and her bosoms bobbed in her light dress. When they reached the guest house entrance door, Debbie glanced guiltily over her shoulder to make certain that no one saw them.
"Do you really think we dare do it?" she asked hesitantly.
Steve smiled assuredly. Yet the customary tension was present as they walked into the guest house, closing the door.
"Don't be afraid," he told her reassuringly.
Til try not to be," she admitted, biting her lip nervously.
Lust welled up within her brother now in his anxiety to satisfy himself. He grasped Debbie, whirling her around and pressing her down onto the waterbed. Debbie was startled and gasped as she landed flat on her back. All of a sudden Steve was straddling her, pulling up her skirt quickly. His rough hands stroked the nylon-encased roundness of her hips, then moved up to play with her beautiful bosoms through her light dress. "No, no, we can't!" Debbie exclaimed. But Steve's hands were squeezing and rolling her large bosoms, feeling her nipples stiffen to spikes through the thin fabric that separated them from his grasp. His eyes were eager now and he clenched his teeth. He felt like a different human being as he felt his balls tingling and his cock getting hard.
"Please, Steve," Debbie pleaded as she struggled, "not now. Oh, please!"
Steve paid no attention as he grasped the zipper at the front of her dress and yanked it down, causing a round, white breast to come bobbing out. He clutched the resilient globe. A flash of heat radiated through Debbie and she was afraid that she might give in to him. She couldn't let that happen any time he felt the urge for sex. Utilizing the last of her fast-fading capacity to resist, she pushed against him.
"What are you trying to do?" Steve asked angrily as he looked down at her exposed bosoms.
"T . . . I just don't think we should do it tonight," she told him.
The guilt and fear that she felt now had created so much nervousness in her that she was ready to run frantically toward the house. Fearful that she might reveal to their parents what they were doing, Steve grabbed her.
"Now stop it," he ordered. "You loved it before and you're gonna love it again."
"But, Steve," she reminded him, "Dad will be home. He'll wonder where we are."
"Mom is busy watching television," he reminded her, "and if you won't waste any time we can fuck and get it off."
The shameful relationship was beginning to bother her. Yet she, too, felt a strange desire for him. Perhaps it was his roughness that appealed to her. She blushed to admit that she wanted his huge meaty cock. As Debbie saw him unzipping his fly and pulling out his thick, blood-engorged penis she felt the sudden urge to suck on him. Reaching up now she played with his awesome penis.
"Want to suck on it like you did before?" He smiled as his hand crept down to pull her head toward his throbbing, long cock.
As she reached up and rubbed her brother's huge, thick cock she found herself enjoying it.
"Go ahead and suck on it," he told her excitedly.
Debbie's lips went around his lusty shaft. How long it was, she thought to herself. To get it all in her mouth she was going to let him slide it down her throat. She wondered if she would be able to do it.
"Relax," Steve told his sister. "Go ahead." Her lips opened as she accepted his raging man meat. Her fingers began softly caressing his balls. It got him harder as she toyed with his testicles.
"Now lick it," he told her.
Her soft pink lips moved sensuously on his rod and her tongue ran tantalizingly under the tender glans portion of his penis.
"Ohhh," he exclaimed as he felt a shudder of sensual delight surge through his body now. "Come on," he told her, "have a good suck."
It was strange how his lewdness didn't bother her. She wanted to feel his throbbing long cock. He slid it in and out smoothly as her lips clasped his penis. At the same time he reached out to grip her bosoms. He squeezed them tightly and pinched the nipples.
"Ohhh, come on," he cried in heated passion. "Suck, suck."
He plunged his cock roughly down her throat and she accepted all of him.
"Ohhh, that's how I like it," he panted as he kept pumping it down her throat.
She could hardly stand it now. Debbie wanted Iris thick penis. She knew that it was disgusting and yet she desperately wanted it.
"Ohhh," he told her. "Suck, suck." When she was about to bring him off, he pulled away, shoving her head.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," he told her. He got down between her legs and suddenly plowed all of his man meat in her cunt.
"Ohhh." he groaned lustfully as he fucked her aant Tuck me!" he begged her. "Fuck me!"
Steve surged forward atop her voluptuous body and with unerring aim drove his eight-inch blood-engorged prick all the way up her slippery sheath. "Ohhh," she groaned as he went on fucking her. Her hips undulated as his cock stabbed in her cunt. She reached out to grip his shoulders. Her fingernails clawed at his back as he quickened his strokes.
"Ohhh, ohhh, fuck, fuck," she panted, bucking fiercely upward to absorb the full length of his jabbing strokes.
Steve moved faster yet. His pumping action rocked Debbie rapidly. Her beautiful bosoms seemed to leap up and down as he flattened himself against her and rode her cunt with everything he had.
"I want it," he told her. "Keep fucking me."
Closing her eyes she focused on that fantastic, long hard prick riding in her. Burning pangs of heated passion raged uncontrollably in her belly. The velvety warmth of her tight cunt milked excitingly at the blood-filled length of his aching cock. His tremulous fingers reached beneath her and grabbed her asscheeks as he pumped furiously.
"I want you," she panted. "Fuck me, fuck me."
"Ohhh, ahhh," he cried out in passionate abandon. "Fuck! Fuck!"
Debbie had never felt so completely filled in her life and his heavy, rock-hard cock felt as though it had torn her vagina into a million tiny shreds as he rode into her. The fiery plunging rod felt as though it was coming out of her throat as the lustfully inflated mushroom head pressed hard back up against her cervix, the lengthy thick shaft filling her belly to the bursting point.
"Come on," he told her, "pump with your pussy."
There was no stopping now. His balls slapped heavily against her as his huge throbbing cock rode in with fiery plunges.
"I want it," she told him. "Fuck me."
Then young Steve suddenly began a slow rocking motion. He was trying to hang on the cliff of climax. It felt so good he didn't want it to stop.
"Ohhh," he gasped as he felt himself unable to hold back.
Nothing mattered now but the delicious waves of stormy feeling in her cunt as his thick, impaling shaft drove in and out of her vagina, ramming in all the way until the blood-engorged head began bouncing repeatedly off her cervix.
"I'm cumming," he gasped crudely as he frantically fucked her with his rock-hard cock.
She gripped him tightly, grabbing his ass globes and squeezing them as she came, too.
"Ohhh," Debbie gasped, her body glistening with a misty sheen of excitement as he finished screwing her.
Slowly Steve pulled his throbbing cock from her.
"Aren't you even gonna kiss me?" she asked, her eyes looking up at him eagerly.
Steve saw no reason to kiss her. However, if she wanted it he decided he could. Bending over he managed to give her a kiss on the cheek. But she pulled him back and pressed her sensuous lips on his. His arms encircled her and he felt himself getting hot again.
"Stop doing this," he complained. "We'd better get back in the house."
When they had finished dressing, they went back into the house. Their mother was still absorbed in the television drama and didn't even bother to say anything to either of them.
As they went up to their rooms that night they both were troubled. But especially young Debbie. Her conscience was bothering her. She knew very well that sometime they would get caught, and it was this fear which hung over her like a dark cloud and tormented her. Debbie wanted so much to be able to tell someone. But it wouldn't be easy.
The next morning when she got up for breakfast her mother asked her to fix breakfast for Steve as she had to leave. Steve seemed pleased that they were alone.
"Debbie," he told her, 'Tve been thinking."
Debbie went over to him and declared, "So have I. We've got to quit this."
Steve reached forward and gripped her hand.
"No way," he told her possessively. "I don't want you fucking around with just anybody. Do you understand?"
She shook her head angrily. "Don't try to tell me anything," she quipped.
Steve got the point, but he didn't like it. "I don't want you getting wild," he warned her. "I mean, if some guy at school wants you to go down on him you'd better not. You're my woman."
Debbie turned on him. "I'm your sister!" she said angrily.
"Yeah," Steve agreed, "and that's what makes it doubly nice. You're my sister and you're my woman both."
He had a glint in his eyes that tortured her. Now she recognized that Steve actually felt about her as if she was a girlfriend and a lover as well as his sister. And it was this thought that troubled her. How could she bring him back to reality? The torment she felt over the shame and guilt that surfaced within her reflected in her eyes. Steve picked it up. His breath came in short, shallow gasps as he tried to tell her he was sorry.
"I ... I really didn't mean to fall for you," he told her.
Debbie's face reddened. She tried not to look at him at all now.
"I know we didn't mean anything," she said softly. "It just happened."
As she went to school that morning she couldn't kelp thinking of a boy in class who had asked her for a date. Jeff had told her that he wanted to take her to a dance at a disco the following Saturday night. However, she had to be concerned over her brother's getting jealous. Jeff was a quarterback on the high school football team and quite a handsome young man. He was blond, blue-eyed and so strong.
"Hey, Debbie," he called out to her as she walked home from school that night, "how about Saturday?"
I'm thinking it over," Debbie told him.
Jeff wouldn't take no for an answer. He followed her and insisted, "You can go with me. You're not going steady with anybody else."
It was what Debbie had been waiting for. The days of loneliness would be over now. Yet she was worried about her brother.
"I like you, Jeff," she assured him. "I really do. You know that. But ... I just don't know about Saturday night."
Jeff laughed and told her that he insisted.
"All right," she finally relented.
When she got home after school she was surprised at Steve's attitude. He had been watching her walking with Jeff and he was furious.
"What were you whispering to him about after school?" he demanded.