Chapter 5
Steve's eyes focused on his sister's cunt now. Easing two fingers into her vagina, he kept sliding them teasingly back and forth, getting them wetter. Pulling his fingers from her pouting pussy lips he promptly proceeded to slip one slick finger up her asshole while he brought his face down over her quivering pussy.
Debbie was burning up with lusty desire as he proved what an uninhibited lover he was. This was the kind of erotic sex she had always wanted. A stud who was capable of amorous carnal appetites, and who dared do anything to satisfy her passionate feelings.
After Steve had his finger gliding up her asshole and his mouth pressed tightly over her cunt, he changed positions. Sliding his finger from her crotch, he reached up to play with her fleshy breasts, letting his finger tips pinch the distended nipples. Suddenly he knew just how badly she needed it. Debbie opened her legs for him as he pumped his tongue frantically into her musky pussy. Steve loved having his sister's hot, young thighs pressing against his cheeks as her hips rolled uncontrollably back and forth.
"Suck my cunt!" she cried as she felt his fiery tongue flipping back and forth across her in a frenzied pitch of passionate pleasure.
As she came close to climaxing she pulled his hands down from her bosoms to her buttocks. Grasping her smooth, round asscheeks he slid underneath her and brought her hot pussy tighter to face. Steve's tongue was pumping into her now at a savage tempo as he lewdly sucked on her. Reaching down Debbie held him there. Her thighs closed in on him as she felt the electrical sexual thrills of his tongue pumping deliberately, driving her almost out of her mind. Her raging pussy was beginning to juice. Steve kept bearing down on her moist cunt until she came. As she gushed in his mouth he nibbled on her clitoris. Her hands held his head tightly down there as she thrilled to his sliding tongue stabs while he ate her up. Finally Steve pulled his tongue from her hair-fringed vagina and lipped his hands from underneath her bare bottom.
Resting his head between her smooth legs he kept kissing her.
"Stop it, stop it," she whispered. "We can't keep doing this. You're getting another hard-on."
Steve knew it was true and he was glad. He'd become so stimulated by her hot, delicious pussy juices that he wanted to have more sex with her. Reaching down to his stiff penis he pulled it gently back and forth. The greedy, blood-engorged length of his cock told her how stimulated he had become. She wanted to have all that cock meat stabbing inside of her.
"Why don't you play with me?" he suggested.
He got up and stretched out beside her. The wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around his rigid prick made him realize just how much he wanted to have her. Once she jacked him to the point where his penis tip was starting to drip oozing cum drops, she knew it was time to stop. She lay beside him, facing him and parting her thighs, fell his cock shoot up between her warm, inviting legs Eagerly he thrust his big prick into her moist pussy hole. Her arms swept around him and she gripped him desperately. She breathed in short, shallow gasps, and her nails marked his strong back. Her thighs opened shamelessly wide, and then she closed them eagerly around his hips as he rolled effortlessly onto her naked body.
"Ohhh, baby," she whispered, "you're so big and hard! Shove it in my cunt!" she gasped, hissing with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened to consume her with their raging ferocity unless she had his cock inside her. Unless she could feel him driving it in her with hard pounding force over and over, with vigorous, thrilling thrusts
Debbie's hands grasped his taut, firm shoulders sliding down to cup the sensitive globes of his pumping asscheeks in her hands as he drove into her with a fiery rhythm.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Debbie cried out passionately as the lewd, wanton desires of her own lust surged over her.
"Finger my asshole," Steve suggested with a sly smile as he continued thrusting his rigid penis into her grasping cunthole.
Reaching back to grasp his sinewy asscheeks she parted his behind and eased her finger up his tight anus. Now Steve's cock probed deeply between her thighs, the bulbous, pulsing head pressing incitingly against the puckered moist lips of her pussy. She squirmed under his muscled weight like the anxious schoolgirl she was. Her back was arching in surprising strength. Wantonly Debbie threw her lithe, long legs around her brother, Steve.
"Hurry up," she whispered. "I . . . I can't stand it I need your big cock so bad!"
She mewled in a hoarse whisper, kissing him again and again, leaving passionate welts of naked arousal across his back as her fingernails roughly clawed him in her rising, furious desire.
Withdrawing her finger from his asshole, she scored the firm, sinewy cheeks of his buttocks, Now he was rubbing his hairy chest back and forth across her great silky bosoms with the erect red nipples. Steve kept pumping the meaty head of his prick luridly between the soft splayed lips of her twat. Groaning impetuously now, Debbie couldn't stand it any longer. Her silky legs opened until
Steve wondered if she was double-jointed, her ankles locked now around his hips as her feet pounded against his naked body.
"Ohhh, come on, fuck me, fuck me before I die!" she gasped, her voice becoming rich and crackling with fervent arousal. Her lips trembled as she spoke and her eyelids fluttered as if she were losing consciousness. She was about to cum.
Steve kept pumping his burning penis into her, fucking her silly. She could hardly stand it now as he began riding her to climax. Her pussy muscles gripped his thick cock as she emitted a squeal of lusty satisfaction. He kept pumping it between the pliant moist folds of her ravenous pussy, becoming turned on all the more as he felt his wet cock gliding back and forth across her fleecy light brown softness of gripping flesh.
"Ahhh, ifs shooting! You're cumming," she groaned in a frenzy, squeezing his asscheeks ever so tightly. "I. . . I'm cumming, toooooo!"
Steve shot his load again as her pussy muscles seized his stabbing, throbbing cock and squeezed the juices out of him. Slowly he continued sliding his cum-slick cock in her cunthole. When he finally did pull it out of her she resented it, for she wanted him to leave it in her forever.
"I ... I can't get enough of you," Debbie panted as she clung to her brother tightly, crushin her soft bosoms against his hard chest.
However, Steve recognized that their lovemakin had to come to an end.
"You'd better get out of here," he warned her
"Mom and Dad would disown us both if they ever caught us doing this."
Once more Debbie felt the urgent need to have her brother's lips pressing on hers. But it was apparent he could care less now. He had obtained his erotic satisfaction and that was all he cared about Nevertheless, she made a passionate appeal to him to kiss her.
"Aren't you gonna kiss me, Steve?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotional desire.
Steve looked at her begrudgingly.
"All right, a little peck on the cheek wouldn't hurt," he told her.
Debbie resented this coldness.
"If you can fuck me," she fumed, "I guess you can kiss me. I want to feel your tongue sliding in my mouth."
Heaving a sigh of disgust, Steve bent over his sister. Now that he had gotten his rocks off he could care less about kissing her. He played with her bosoms as he pressed his lips sensuously on hers, sliding his tongue inside of her mouth. It did feel good to have his sister sucking on his tongue as he pumped in a regular rhythm.
"Oh, you're so wonderful," she whispered. "I love you, Steve."
When Steve heard her talking like this and real-ized how excited she was from the lust-glazed ex-pression of her face, he knew he had to put an end their lovemaking.
"You're going bananas over me," he warned her.
"This better be the last time. If I ask you to go to bed with me again, tell me no."
Debbie felt another way about their sexual escapade. She reasoned she had given him an enormous amount of erotic pleasure, and for this she was being rewarded with disdain and a tinge of disgust.
"All right," she told him, "you make it sound so urgent. Maybe we shouldn't do anything again."
She was tight-lipped and tense as she got off the bed and started to dress. Sensing that she was hurt, her brother tried to soften the blow.
"I'm ... I'm the one at fault," he told her. "I'm older than you are."
"Just one year older," she reminded him, "and I should think that you would thank me after I've given you such a good time."
"Thank you," he told her softly.
Debbie decided not to reply.
"What's wrong?" her brother asked as he slid into his shorts and hastily got his pants on.
"Nothing," she replied as she turned around and walked out of Steve's bedroom and down the hall to her room.
Debbie wanted to make sure that her parents never became suspicious of her. She went downstairs into the living room and looked outside. The trees were shedding their leaves. The wind was sweeping around the house and the colorful crimson and gold leaves that were falling created a pattern of rare beauty. But there was nothing beautiful now that she could appreciate. The blue sky and the fleecy white clouds held little meaning, for she was lost in her own tormented feelings.
She decided to go into the den and do her school work. At least if she did some homework it would get her mind off what had just taken place. It was strange how she had managed to listen to her father all of these years. Whenever a boy would ask her to go to bed with him she would say no. Time and again she had threatened to leap out of a car when a boy had grabbed her hand and tried to force himself on her. But now she was caught in her own trap of lust and this tormented her. She knew very well she'd taken a big chance by ever trying anything once with her brother. For now that she had become accustomed to having sexual relations with him she enjoyed it so much she wanted to do it again and again.
Debbie began reading a book for her English class. It was about a girl who lived in England. It seemed wonderful to read about someone enjoying life in a happy, harmonious setting. This was in sharp contrast to the tormented feelings that were spinning through her mind at this moment. She could just picture herself on an English country estate. Life would be different there. She was certain there would be so many things to do to divert and interest her mind that she wouldn't get involved in anything so trite as a cheap sexual relationship. Yet as she read on in the story, she recognized the boredom of having everything her heart could desire. For the girl in the story was tired of the monoto-nous drone of posh living. It was true she had everything money could buy, but she was searching for love. And she was finding it with someone in a most unexpected way. Her father's business associate was making suggestive overtures toward her. Before Debbie read further she was certain she knew the outcome of the story. No doubt a clash would develop between her father and the associate over her affections. Putting the book down, Debbie thought a long moment. If there was someone who could understand the mental turmoil that she was going through, it would make it all so much easier to bear. Yet she didn't know how to go about finding someone to help her. It was essential that she seek out assistance.
Trying her best to relax, Debbie went into the kitchen and got a Coke. A few moments later her brother came down from his bedroom and took a beer.
"You know Mom doesn't want you to drink that," Debbie reminded Steve.
"Don't bug me," he said as he pulled the cap off the beer can noisily and went into the den, turned on the television and began watching a football game.
That evening Debbie's mother chided her.
"Why didn't you at least have the table set?" she complained. "Can't you do anything to help me? Your father isn't much help. He usually has to work late at the office and then he's grumpy when he does get home."
Debbie was tired of people picking on her.
"So I forgot to set the table once in my life," she snapped.
Her mother detected that something was tormenting her. Going over to her young daughter she placed a hand comfortingly on her shoulder.
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked. "You can tell your mother."
Debbie knew she could never tell her mother what was bothering her, for her mother would surely hate her. She imagined for a moment that she had told her the truth and her mother was so angry she was slapping her face. Debbie shivered as she thought of it.
"What's wrong?" her mother insisted on knowing, seeing her momentarily shiver.
"Oh, nothing," Debbie shook her head as she turned away and walked back into the kitchen to get the plates to set the table with.
When Debbie's father came home that evening he, too, observed his daughter's troubled expression. Steve knew how to mask his emotions and looked indifferently toward her when his father called attention to the fact that she looked dis-turbed.
"Now, Debbie," her mother shook her head grimly, "I knew I was right. Your father can tell something is bothering you, too. What is it?" Debbie hesitated and then started to speak up. No longer could Steve hold his mask on without cracking for a second.
"She's all right," he told his parents. "She just got uptight 'cause I was drinking a beer and I bawled her out."
Instantly Debbie could see just how upset Steve actually was behind the calmness he managed to keep on the surface.
"I don't want you drinking my beer," his father said evenly.
"You promised me you wouldn't, Steve," his mother reminded him.
"Just one never hurt anybody." He smiled, trying to make light of it.
That evening as Debbie did the dishes, her mother once again tried to find out what her secret was.
"It's nothing," Debbie continued insisting as she walked away from her to clean up the dishes.
When she went to bed that night Debbie didn't sleep well. She would wake up and then reach over to turn on the nightstand lamp. For a while she read and tried to get to sleep, but she was genuinely bothered. She was troubled by her own feelings. Her brother had told her that that was to be their last sexual interlude. Even though there was a certain sense of relief she felt about not doing anything sexually with him anymore, she also felt sad and lonely. It was terrible wanting him so much. If only he could understand how much he meant to her. Perhaps she could forget Steve if she became absorbed with Jeff. And then an idea struck her like a bolt out of the blue. Why not play one against the other? She had read confession magazines that her mother had lying around the place, and that was exactly what the femme fatale always did. She would find a man she didn't give a damn about. And then she would play him off against the man she really cared for. It was the perfect way to get him back. She would pretend she didn't care anymore. If Steve could keep his cool, so could she. At least it gave her a tug of satisfaction to realize that he had to put on a very good act to cover the fact he cared about her. If he didn't care about her personally he sure cared about getting his kicks. After all, Steve enjoyed kinky sex. He liked to try everything and she was willing to do anything he asked her to. He wouldn't find many girls who -would be so cooperative.
Debbie's mind went back to the erotic moments fcey had spent together that afternoon as they wretched out naked beside each other on Steve's bed. She could feel his throbbing cock as he pressed it to her lips. Vividly she could feel the insistent tongue stabs in her moist vagina as he ate her pussy. It was wonderful doing a sixty-nine together. How many girls would he find who would be willing to give him that wild kind of sex? Her own untamed fiery sexual instincts and desires were matched by his. And why shouldn't they be? After all, they were brother and sister. Even though it might be called incest and was all wrong, it seemed all right to Debbie.
Letting her fingers wander down to her moistened mound she reflected on their erotic moments, fingers enticingly against the hair tringeo her excited womanhood.