Chapter 3
Misty was going crazy by now. His hands were all over her crotch and then he was whipping them behind her to dig into the cheeks of her ass. Her bottom was wiggling back and forth against the edge of the sink, as he kneaded her flesh until all of her resistance was gone.
Then he bent her far back, spread her knees and, as he held her, he pointed down at his prick. "All right, grab hold of it!"
"What?"
"You heard me. It won't bite."
Closing her eyes, Misty lunged for his prick. She didn't pause to think about it, she just went. She grasped it in both hands, as though it were a baseball bat and, indeed, it felt as large as a bat. She wrapped her fingers around it and tugged. Instinctively, she worked her hands up and down on the hot throbbing thing.
She felt its final swelling. It was so huge, so hot, and the veins that pumped force into it were throbbing with their own pulse under her fingers. She looked down at it, wondering if it were going to go off.
A moment later Jerry was shouting at her to let go and he slapped her hands away. "Easy, easy," he cried. "It's gonna explode!"
She dropped her hands as he came against her, sliding his steaming prick up the inside of her thigh and then into her pubic hair. She gasped as the knob hit the edge of her cunt and her lips seemed to swell and secrete even more. Then he was moving over her hole and she closed her eyes as he fitted the knob against her entrance.
"Hang on, sweetheart," he gasped as he leaned his weight against her. Misty hung on, all right, gripping the edge of the sink until her knuckles turned white. She made herself open her eyes because she didn't want to miss a thing.
His prick was pressing against her, pressing hard so that it bent slightly. Then he was working the knob in, his concentration so great that he'd tucked his tongue into the corner of his lips. He pressed again and she saw the knob disappear into her body. Oh, but that felt good. Her pussy was vibrating like a tuning fork, going wild, her nerve ends dancing for joy and her muscles reaching for him, expanding to welcome him and then groping over the surface of his cock.
She sighed as the end of his cock sank more deeply into her canal and her secretions made it easier. She was tight, but she was well lubricated so that it didn't hurt. He sank several inches of his shaft and she wondered how much she could take before he was pushing his way all the way up into her belly.
Her body was doing strange new things, things that excited and puzzled her. Around her crotch it was hot and wild, dancing for joy. Her hands and feet were numb, as though all of her blood, all of her strength were being concentrated around her cunt.
He shoved again, looking straight into her eyes now, and he half smiled as another three inches sank into her depths. She tried to smile back, but she was concentrating too hard. He shoved again and her knees went out all the way as his hips came up against hers. Their bellies were touching and she felt the gentle flap of his balls against her bottom.
She arched her back and tried to throw her crotch up to him, to do something to make their union more perfect, "There's a good girl," he muttered. "You have instincts, sis. You're gonna develop into the world's best fuck."
Misty began to pump, her hips angling up to meet his downward thrust. It didn't take long for her to peak and the first explosion ripped through her crotch. A band of white light flashed behind her eyes as she came. She felt the convulsion of her pussy muscles and nerves as they tried to turn her cunt inside out. She gasped and everything erupted in that white light for an instant. She saw everything in the room incredibly clearly, as though she had X-ray eyes.
It passed and she gasped. "I... I think I made it," she blurted.
He only grunted. Then they were humping again and she felt his final swelling. His prick was throbbing, sizzling, threatening to split her body wide open. She knew he wouldn't hurt her and she was loving the sensation of being totally filled by a real five cock. How much better this was than a fucking candle!
Just as she approached another orgasm she heard him grunt. Then he stopped, stiffening as though shot with a dart. His cock swelled to an even larger size and then the knob vibrated for an instant before it erupted. The lava of jizz swept up into her pussy and splattered against the base of her belly. She felt the searing heat gush everywhere, filling her as she convulsed all over again.
Her body tried to turn itself inside out as her pussy convulsed again and again. She expended herself, pouring out her musky juices until there was nothing left. Jerry also was finished at last, giving her a final spurt and then sagging against her.
Misty panted for a couple of minutes before she caught her breath. The perspiration slowly dried on her body as she regained her senses. God, what a high. She'd never experienced anything like it.
He pulled himself off her, looking down into her face with a grin. "Hey, you did all right for a novice," he said. "I think we've got a good thing going."
Misty stared into his pale eyes, eyes which matched her own. "I don't think it was right, Jerry. Of course I loved it, but it wasn't.. . "
"Who's to say what's right and what's wrong?" he snapped. "No one was hurt, were they? You had a good time. I had a good time. That's all the answer you need. So, you're no longer a virgin."
She sighed, letting her head rest against his chest. "That's for sure!" She thought about what they had done and about her passion. "It was scary. I thought I was going to turn inside out. Is it always that way?"
Her brother chuckled. "If you're lucky. We had it very good for a first time. Shit, good for any time. But it's not always so successful. Both people really have to hit it off."
She licked her lips, suddenly very dry. Then she pushed him away as she filled a glass with water and drank it. "I don't want to do any more hitting it off with my own brother," she said as she put down the glass. "No matter what you say, it seems sick to me."
Slowly, he pulled up his jeans, tucked in his now soft prick, and closed the zipper. He brushed the hair from his eyes. He pointed. "Get your clothes on, then, and well get it back together."
Slowly, Misty pulled down her T-shirt. She stepped into her jeans and pulled them up over her thighs and bottom They were very tight. He watched her and once he reached for her crotch, placing his hand on it.
"No, no more," she snapped, twisting away. She was telling him no, but she knew that she really wanted more. Her newly switched-on body was not going to settle for what it had received thus far. It was ready for a lot more fun before it would be satiated.
Jerry shrugged. "Okay, kid. If you need me, I'll be around." Then he walked into the front rooms until she could no longer hear him.
For the rest of the day Misty was quiet and thoughtful. She didn't go to the beach, as she usually did. Instead she put on her bikini and sunned herself in the back yard. She was still there when her mother came home.
Mrs. Sommer was almost a carbon copy of her daughter. She was a bit taller, still as blonde, with the same blue eyes. She had a stately walk that attracted lots of glances wherever she went.
Misty was proud of the way her mother took care of herself. She was an ancient thirty-nine years old, but she wasn't ready to be put out to pasture just yet.
"Don't ass yourself," her mother called from the edge of the patio as she squinted into the sunlight. "How long have you been out in the direct sun?"
Misty lifted her head, turning toward the voice. "Just a little while. Don't worry, I'm already as brown as a berry."
By the time her father got home from the office Misty was showered and had put on a light summer dress, a short, low-cut thing that didn't cover very much. As the family ate dinner in the dining room she saw her father looking at her. Mr. Sommer was a handsome man in his early forties. He was six feet tall, dark, heavy set, graying at the temples and, of course, he was the type of man who smoked a pipe.
Lately Misty had caught him looking at her more often and she'd begun to wonder what he was thinking. When she was younger his look meant that she was misbehaving and he was warning her or he simply was proud of his pretty little girl. But not there was something deeper in his eyes, as though he realized she'd turned into a woman before he'd known what was happening.
Mr. Sommer turned to Mrs. Sommer, his fork halted halfway to his plate. "Do you allow your daughter to run the streets half dressed these days?" he said, half scolding, half joshing.
Both parents swept their eyes over Misty's figure. She looked down, seeing that the top halves of her golden breasts were exposed. She knew that under the table her thighs were also half naked. And only she knew that she wore nothing at all under the dress. Why get all bound up in unnecessary underwear in the heat of summer?
Jerry sat at her side, and he was looking her over, too. She could see the appreciation in his eyes. His look did not escape their father.
"See? Even her own brother can't keep his eyes off her. Melba, you're going to have to do something about your daughter."
"Why is she my daughter when there's a problem?" his wife complained. "When she's an angel she's your little girl to show off. When something has to be fixed, she's my responsibility." Mrs. Sommers looked at her daughter again. "You'd better get some more clothes on if you're going out, Misty."
"Oh, Mom," Misty complained, feeling as though she were being treated like a child. "It's so hot. Besides, this dress is perfectly proper. You can't see a thing."
"Oh, no?" her father exclaimed. "Not from where I'm sitting, young lady."
There wasn't much more talk about Misty's attire as the subject was changed. Jerry hadn't been home long enough to finish the stories of his adventures and he told them about Hong Kong and the cultural adventures he'd enjoyed there. From time to time he nudged Misty by his side and she knew that he was leaving out the most interesting parts.
As they were eating dessert she felt his hand steal from his chair to hers to touch her thigh. She stiffened and quickly looked at her parents. They were eating slowly and he was telling her about the office. Something about the partners and their sloppy bookkeeping.
So they didn't notice as his hand slipped under the high hem of her dress and up her naked thigh. She held her breath as she looked directly into his face.
"It seems to me, dear brother," she said sweetly, "that you've had some experiences in the Orient that you haven't told Mom and Dad about. Or do you want me to tell them?"
She spoke quietly enough that the others did not notice, but Jerry noticed and he allowed his hand to halt its creeping. He blinked at her. "No, they've heard just about all of it," he insisted.
"Well see," she snapped. "You'd better think about it, or else I will." He grinned. "Blackmail."
"Something like that."
But things were happening inside Misty's body, exciting sexual things. She was very conscious of his fingers on her thigh and she knew there was nothing to keep him from going anywhere he pleased. She realized she would not have the will to stop him if he wanted to help himself to her goodies. Her bodily needs were much stronger than her conscience.
She made herself sit still and eat her pound cake slowly as his ringers came alive again. They wiggled up her thigh until they were at that place where her leg started, all the way up, but to one side. Then they angled down along the fold where her belly met her leg. Soon she felt her hairs being disturbed. She closed her eyes for a moment, as at last he placed his hand flat on her twat. He covered it as though he were covering a bird's nest.
Slowly, Misty let out her breath. She turned toward him. "You're awfully slow eating your dessert."
"I'm enjoying myself," he replied. "How about you? Have you had enough?"
Misty blinked. "Would it matter if I said I had?"
He shook his head slowly and, after another glance at their parents to make sure they were otherwise occupied at the large dining room table, his hand moved again. His fingers poked into her bush, separating the hairs and edging between her lips until she felt her flow start. She was making his hand wet as he shoved his way deeper into the heart of her body.
Misty felt her breathing change as her body heat increased. Her breasts moved up and down more rapidly and she felt them begin to expand, as they always did when she was excited. Her father glanced toward her, looked away, and then looked back in a classic double-take.
Misty smiled at him, not moving, not giving anything away. As for Jerry, he continued eating his dessert with his free hand, his face benign, as though nothing were going on. Her father's eyes dropped to her breasts and again she saw that look in his eyes. Yes, she realized now that he liked what he saw. She wondered if her body were capable of arousing him. Interesting thought.
Her mother said something more to her husband and he looked away, once again discussing the office. Jerry's hand went back to work, a finger poking inside her hole where it began to worm about. Misty blew out her cheeks and held her breath for several seconds as he groped about, looking for her little erect button.
He found it and made it sing for joy as his finger rubbed back and forth over its little knob. She'd always heard that the button was the female penis, but that seemed highly un-likely. After all, why would a woman need a penis? Still, it was the seat of her passion, just as she assumed a man's cock and balls were the heart of his sexual excitement.
Soon she was wiggling in her chair, until Mrs.
Sommer glanced up. "Misty, for heaven's sake, what's getting into you?"
God, if you only knew, Misty wanted to shout. Instead she made herself look bored as she shrugged. "Just an itch."
"Well, don't scratch at the table. It isn't polite."
Misty put down her fork and gripped the edges of her chair as hard as she could as her pussy began to come. She had to keep control of her body in public, or else she never could play around except in absolute privacy. So she held on hard and set her jaw, looking glassy-eyed across the table.
Through it all her pussy was leaping around like a sack of kittens. It was wrapping itself around his finger, and great surges of pressure and lovely cramps ripped through her crotch. Oh, that felt so good. She shook her bottom slightly as she came into his hand, but her face revealed nothing and she was able to keep from moaning.
He grinned into her face as he took his finger out of her. "You're growing up," he muttered.
She could only nod without looking at him, because she still was fighting for control. He took his hand away and pulled down the hem of her dress, halfway down her golden thighs. Then he placed his hands on his mouth, sniffing in a subtle way.
She glanced toward him from under long lashes. "Does it smell good?" she murmured, flicking her eyes once at her parents.
"An elixir fit for the gods," he purred, dropping his napkin on his plate. "I think I've had enough dinner for one night."
"You're excused, dear," their mother said as Jerry slid back his chair.
Misty finished her desert and also left the table. She half stumbled as she got up, her knees still feeling like jelly after her orgasm, but they didn't notice. Usually her parents enjoyed tarrying alone over coffee after the evening meal, and that was nice.
Jerry was out in the hall, presumably waiting for her. He leaned against the wall, looming over her, and she had to admit he was very handsome. But she shook her golden head. "No, no more of that stuff."
"I thought just a little...."
The telephone rang loudly, close by her elbow, and they both jumped. She picked it up.
"Hi, Misty? It's me, Sally. Missed you at the beach today."
Misty rolled her eyes at Jerry. "Um, I didn't get away from the house. My... um, mother had some chores for me."
"What are you doing now?"
"Nothing."
"Suppose I come over and we shoot the breeze."
"Why not?" Misty said and she dropped the phone on the hook. She smiled sweetly up into her big brother's face. "I trust you heard all of that. Count yourself out for tonight, big boy."
He shrugged, walking away. He spoke over his shoulder. "I'll try to manage out on the town."
He was gone and, as Misty stood, she heard his car start up and then sputter into the distance. She was crossing the hall when her mother called. "Who was that, dear?"
"Just Sally. She's coming over."
"That's nice."
Misty went out on the front porch of the large, comfortable house, feeling her pussy still leaping around. She'd barely had time for an orgasm before he'd taken his hand away and, if she thought it out truthfully, she admitted that she wanted much more from him. But not at the dining room table. There would be hell to pay if their parents ever figured out what was going on.
She sat on the top step, leaning back on the heels of her hands, letting the cool evening air wash over her still warm body. God, she really did heat up. She wondered how much sex it would take to give her her fill. She certainly hadn't been satiated yet, even though this had been the sexiest day of, her life-and it wasn't over yet.
As she thought about it she saw Sally turn the corner and come down the street. Sally walked quickly, half skipping. Sally was a year older than Misty, almost, and she was dark with black hair and eyes. She also was several inches shorter, but she had a busty little figure that made her very sexy.
Sally turned up the walk and dropped down at Misty's side. "Hi," she said, her teeth white in the half light.
"Hi, yourself."
"Missed you at the cove today. There were lots of guys from State around, guys on the make, you know."
Misty never had been sure about Sally. She wasn't sure if the little brunette still had her cherry or not. Sally wasn't one to kiss and tell. She simply did not talk much. The two girls looked into each other's faces now.
"Something's eating you?" Sally murmured, looking back toward the house. "Are your folks home?"
Misty nodded. "Very much at home."
"Well, what's wrong?"
Misty sighed. "I don't want to talk about it. At least, not here."
"Then let's go somewhere. Down to the comer drugstore. I'll pop for a strawberry malt."
Misty wrinkled her nose. "No. That's childish. I guess we'll have as much privacy in my room as anywhere. My folks know it's off limits, unless they knock first."
Sally stood, wiping her hands on her jeaned thighs. "All right, lead on."