Chapter 1
When she heard him come through the front door, Lorna put out her cigarette. She squirmed on the bed, arranging the sheet so that it just covered her nipples, and then she waited. He'd be in here sooner or later, and when he arrived, she'd be ready. Lorna smiled.
"Hello, darling," she said as he came into the bedroom. He was just taking off his shirt, and she loved the broad, lightly furred expanse of his chest. In her mind she was already fingering and sucking his tight male nipples, arousing him to readiness before her hand ever ventured south to the lump of his cock.
He stopped in the doorway. "Oh, my God," he said. "What are you doing here?"
Lorna raised her eyebrows. "What am I doing?" she mimicked. "I think I'm lying in bed waiting for you," and she smoothed the wrinkles in the sheet. "Is there something unusual? Am I wearing a purple wig or a fake nose or a gorilla mask, perhaps? It should be perfectly obvious to you what I'm doing, Ken."
He made a half-turn. "This is too much, Lorna. Don't you know when enough is enough? Get out of my bed and out of my apartment and-"
"And out of your life, darling? Is that what you were going to say?"
Lorna threw aside the sheet and lay quietly, her pink body shimmering against the pale lime bed clothing. The table lamp spread an oblique pattern of light and shadow across her figure and she was content to bask in that muted glow, knowing that he would turn, sooner or later, that he would let his eyes drift up and down her frame, taking in what she had to offer.
"Stop it, Lorna," he said, pretending not to look.
"Stop what, dear?" she replied innocently. "I'm not doing anything."
She sat up, her tits jiggling. The nipples were pink, large, and erect. Her feet eased to the floor and she went to him, one slinky hand touching the back of his head. He seemed to recoil at her caress but he didn't move away from her. Loma moved her fingers through his hair, rumpling it, massaging his scalp, and she pressed herself against his side.
Her warm, stiff nipples grazed Ken's ribcage.
"What's the problem, sweets?" she cooed, standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.
She put her other hand on his bare stomach and tested its muscular hardness. A tad farther south there was a different kind of musculature, she was too well aware, and it had a hardness all its own, a hardness she loved and craved. Very gradually her rubbing hand moved towards his crotch, so slowly and carefully that he seemed not to realize what she was doing until she had him by the cock.
"Oooooh," she admired, "I can feel how excited you are, darling. Your cock's getting all hard and horny for me. Mmmmmm- do you like it when I squeeze your cock? Of course you do. God, it's hard! Take me to bed right now and fuck me!"
"Stop it, Loma!" he barked, but without conviction.
She knew him too intimately to be deceived. He was about to yield, the way he always yielded, the way he would always surrender to her. She unzipped his trousers and worked her hand inside, nibbling on his jawbone as she did. Almost before she knew it, his hand was around the small of her back, holding her to his body. Lorna sighed against his face and angled in closer, twining her legs around one of his. She moved in a slight up and down jiggle that did extremely enjoyable things to the tingly lips of her cunt. Rough-textured slacks were the nicest things a man could ever wear, she reminded herself as the fabric sawed upon her twat.
"You're getting me wet," she panted. "I'll leave pussy stains all over your pants. Why don't you take them off? Or, even better, let me take them off for you?" And with no further ado, she'd extracted her hand from inside his trousers and was moving onto her knees, reaching up for his belt.
"Undo here," she said, "and a little pullsy-wullsy, and-voila!"
His trousers fell to his ankles and she helped him step out of them. She looked up. His shorts were poked out in front already, and she knew damned well he wasn't anywhere near full erection.
"You're nothing but a cunt, Lorna," he groaned, petting her hair. She rose on her knees, tracing the outline of his cock with her fingers.
"I'm all cunt," she agreed, "and you dig the hell out of it. So don't cast any stones in my direction."
She breathed warmly across the bulging nylon and the cock inside the skimpy covering seemed to shiver in response. Leaning closer, she touched the distended shorts with the tip of her tongue, purring as she felt the throb-throb-throb of hot blood that kept him on the verge of full arousal. And now, she knew, he was totally lost. He'd never been able to put up a convincing resistance-not once she started using her mouth on him.
"To bed, damn you," she told him. "I want to be laid, not used like a hooker in a hallway too narrow for a decent screw."
She stretched out first, kicking aside the sheet and making room for him. Ken came towards her, pulling down his shorts as he walked. The long, thick snake of his cock flopped free, bouncing. Each step seemed to add a fraction of length and stiffness to his tool, and it began a continuous rise as Lorna smiled her approval from the bed.
He stopped beside the bed, removing his shorts completely, and she took hold of his prick She squeezed it vigorously and his prick hardened completely, almost at once.
"Oh, that's a lot nicer," Lorna trilled, jerking on Ken's cock, pulling him onto the bed beside her.
One of his arms curled, and she eased herself into it. He tightened the embrace, much as she was tightening the grip of her fist on his rod, and she risied her mouth for kissing. Her lips were already moist with the saliva of anticipation, and his kiss, when it came, was as eager as she had hoped. Lorna opened her mouth delicately and allowed his tongue to come inside. They rolled into a side-by-side, one of her legs thrown across his thigh, his arm riding low on her body, her hand stroking his face while she went down on his tongue. Down below, his cock swelled in her fist as if it were jealous of the blow-job she was giving his tongue, as if it were crying aloud for some of the same.
"It's much more pleasant when you don't fight," she panted into his face, releasing his tongue. "Because you want it as much as I do, darling. I'm still your big sister and you're my ripe, very ready kid brother, and we can make beautiful music together. Can't we? Hmmmmm?"
"Yes, goddamn it!" he bellowed as if he were in pain. From the force she was exerting on his prick, he might well be. Considerately, Lorna eased up her pressure just a trifle. His prick felt so hard she was afraid of breaking it in half, and what a tragic waste that would be!
"Did Barbara give you any this evening?" Lorna asked cattily, alternating the words between soft nibbles at his lips and chin. "Or did she make you go home with a big, juicy hard-on? Tell me all about it, darling. Is that girl treating my little brother the way she ought to?"
"Don't," he warned. "Don't mention her."
"All right," Lorna conceded. "I don't suppose you've ever gotten around to confessing about us, have you? No, I could tell. You're afraid she'd be shocked out of her square little body, that she'd scream 'Unclean! Unclean!' and run away in horror. But you get so much harder and hotter when I bring up Barbie. My God, isn't that sweet! You're Ken and she's Barbie! Maybe I should buy you a little dollhouse of your own for a wedding present. Hmmmm? Oh, don't talk, darling-make love to me, the way I like it best!"
And she took him by the head, guiding his mouth towards the erect beacons of her nipples. Ken needed little in the way of force. Her teats grazed his lips, then disappeared into his wet mouth -as he began to suck and chew the ends of Lorna's tits. She sighed and moaned, clutching his head to direct him at his work, and she felt his tongue flutter endless butterfly patterns around the tip of her nipple. His teeth clenched, but lovingly, the flesh of her boob, and she strained against him, offering more of the ripe jug.
He put his hand between her legs, the side of a finger rubbing up and down her puckered gash, and she worked her thighs in response. Cunt-juice was oozing from her hole already. Was this a new record for them? Had he ever gotten her so ready with such a trifling amount of foreplay?
She didn't think so. Her pussy was snapping and dripping already, eager to be crammed full of his cock. But how much of it was Ken, and how much of it was the situation? After all, Lorna conceded, this was the first time she'd ever dragged him into bed on the eve of his wedding.
Still sucking her tits, one after the other, he moved his fingers vigorously in the tawny puff of Lorna's beaver. She twisted her cunt on his stroking hand, uttering a choked-off little cry of contentment as one finger wriggled its way between the accepting lips of her cunt. Inside, she was warm and wet and slippery, and his finger skidded across the sensitive folds and nooks of her gash before easing into the clutching mouth of Lorna's cunt-hole.
"There-ah-God, there!" Lorna moaned, rising up the bed as he started to probe, then moving herself down upon his hand to get his finger completely inside her cunt. Her nipple throbbed in his mouth and she held his head more tightly to her tits. One knee shifted position slightly. She felt it bump against the swollen sac of his balls. For a moment his teeth relaxed their clench on her tit, but only for a moment. When he reapplied his pressure, it was with a fierce insistence. She knew he'd leave bite marks on her breast, but she didn't care.
His cock lay hot and hard along the smooth texture of her thigh, and the rim of his knob jiggled from side to side, stimulating Lorna, causing little shudders of pleasure to ripple excitingly through her legs, into her crotch, where they met and blended with the provocatively different kinds of ecstatic tremors his fingerwork was creating.
"Oh, you bastard," she purred, "you haven't forgotten, have you?"
She reached for his cock, trapping its bulging tip between her thumb and middle finger. Closing her eyes, Lorna began to squeeze it mightily, caring not at all if it made Ken groan around her tit, made him jab his finger up her cunt with a ferocious zeal. She could already smell the aroused heat of her pussy, and her tawny beaver was awash with the juices dripping from her gash.
"If you don't stop," he warned huskily, "I'm going to come all over your hand."
"Such a waste," Lorna whispered in reply. "We can't allow that, can we, darling?" She angled his cock downward, sliding her cunt up to meet it. "Take your finger out," she commanded.
He did, allowing his hand to fall away from her crotch. Lorna slid closer, close enough for the tip of his cock to touch her beaver. She seized him about halfway down his shaft and stroked her slit with the big knobby end of Ken's prong, coating it with the oozy juices that her cunt was dripping so copiously. He groaned each time she dragged his cock through her wiry pussy hairs, and she matched him when his prick-head touched the swollen lips of her gash.
He'd done a good job of working her up, but then, he always did. Almost as soon as his dick bumped her swollen slice, Lorna felt her pussy open up like the mouth of a hungry beggar. Her cunt was wet and slick, and her hand had brought his cock into perfect line with her hole. She sighed and pushed her pussy towards him, and then his prick was inside her, slamming deeply.
"All right, little brother," she laughed, "fuck the buns off big sister. Okay?"
"Damn-straight!" he gasped, one arm going around her body, the other clutching at her upper hip bone. Ken pulled her to him, his cock thrusting the rest of the way into her fuck-hole, and as her leg locked around him, their mouths came together in a passionate kiss.
You can lead a horse to water, Lorna thought, and you certainly can make him drink. Especially if you have a hot, wet trough like mine. She'd known it would end up precisely this way, had known it from the moment she bribed the building doorman to let her into the apartment. And hadn't Ken sort of guessed it. too? Did he think she'd be content with drinks and dinner? After all they'd been through together? He must have known who'd be waiting in his bed when he got home.
"Deeper!" she gasped. "Deeper, harder! It's been a long time, baby!"
He gave it to her, so deep, so hard, it made her teeth chatter and her nipples stiffen atop jiggling, wobbling tits. She worked her heel into the crook of his leg and gave him jab after tugging jab, inviting him to maintain the jackhammer-like tempo of his fucking. Her tongue was in his mouth, and he'd brought one hand into play on her tit. His fingers dug into the cushy flesh, pinching the stiff jutting nipple between them, and her tit throbbed and ached in his fist. But it was a lovely kind of aching, and Lorna cooed with the delight of it.
She rocked against him, pussy swallowing up all of his prick. If she could have opened wide enough, she'd have taken his nuts as well as the big rod that grew from them, but some achievements were beyond the power even of a hot, wet, horny cunt like Loma's. Still, she was doing pretty well, by her own standards, and she humped his dick with every ounce of power in her body.
"Don't be subtle," she told him. "Make me come. We can be frisky later."
She spoke with her mouth a quarter of an inch from his, her words vibrating on his lips and tongue, and she could hardly wait until he was kissing her once again.
His cock still slamming, Lorna rode it, willing every restraint from her body. She concentrated all her attention upon the well-filled gap between her legs, reaching down now and then to stroke his dick as it plunged and buried itself, and to caress her clitoral region as well, giving her love-button that precious extra particle of stimulation it needed for early release.
"AHHHHHHH!" she cried, tearing her mouth loose from his. The first jolts of her climax were beginning to vibrate inside her pussy. Lorna clamped her fingers down upon her clit, pushing it like a button as Ken stabbed deeply into her cunt, with ever-shorter strokes. The feeling held-it built-and then it exploded. She laced herself to him, as if her body were a set of tensed steel bands, and she clung to her brother, shuddering with release. Vaguely, distantly, she was aware that he, too, was coming. His cock erupted deep within her cunt, shaking with the jolts that passed through his prick-shaft, but so intense was Lorna's own climax that she could scarcely feel his excited orgasmic plunges.
Her body went momentarily weak and she slumped away from him, groaning for joy. Half his cock was still in her cunt, gone partially soft now that he's spilled his load. She twisted her hips and Ken's dick popped out of her flooded hole. Lorna slid onto her back, legs wide, knees up, and she stared happily at the thick strings of cum dripping from her slit. "Mmm," she said thoughtfully, touching her gash. She rubbed until her clitoris came up once again, and she painted the little bud with some of Ken's excess jism. And she found herself rubbing a bit harder with each successive pass, until the fire which his sperm had doused seemed to blaze up freshly and her legs twitched.
"Again," she told him, "do it again."
"For God's sake, Lorna-"
"I said again!"
She grabbed his dick and twisted it furiously, his partial erection filling up magnificently inside her fist. Ken yelped but he didn't knock her hand away. Instead he seized her by the tits, mauling those pink-capped treasures precisely as she mauled his man-sized tool. She loved to see his cock this way, to feel it growing in her hand, to know that it was ready, willing and able to fuck her to a frenzy. Lorna had lived her life on a moment-to-moment basis; if a whim could be gratified, she would gratify it. Ken represented a sort of constant, the one stable factor in her thirty years of living. He represented a kind of security and she couldn't believe that she was on the verge of losing him.
She reversed herself quickly, grasping his cock in both hands. The tip was red as a ripe cherry, swollen beautifully, and most of his shaft was still sticky-wet from the cum he'd dumped in her pussy. She extended her tongue, gliding it up and down the exposed portion of his meat, and she tasted the fuck-cream smearing his prick. It was delicious, as always, and she lapped with a growing eagerness which did nothing at al! to prevent his erection from hardening.
"God, you make me feel so degraded!" he complained, brushing the hair which had fallen across her face.
Lorna giggled as she sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, and she felt him shiver in response to the ripple of her laugh.-With one hand cupping his nuts, she fed herself on his prick, opening her throat to let it slither into place. She was proud of the way she could deep-suck a man, and she gave him the full treatment, humming blithely as his cock slid deepest. Her mouth was awash with saliva, as it always seemed to get when she was within smelling distance of a cock. She had seen other women sucking pricks, seen tongues gliding across male tools, those same cocks ramming into female mouths but appearing almost dry until the onrush of orgasm made everything sopping wet. And she really couldn't understand why. From the first touch of her tongue on a cock, Lorna's mouth was dangerously clogged with warm, wet, lubricating spit. She couldn't conceive of eating a dry cock, nor did she want to.
Ken apparently had no complaints. He was groaning, and his hands were on her head, guiding her, directing her, but not trying to dominate. He knew that Lorna would brook no interference with her technique and he seemed content to let her apply her cock-sucking talents more or !less as she saw fit. Besides-she was damned certain he didn't get to fuck a wet, hungry gullet like hers every day of the week. She wondered if his Barbie-doll could give head to this caliber, and she doubted it very much. There was something appealing about Ken's fiancée, but it was not exactly a come-on sexy aura. For that, Ken had to come to his sister. Or let his sister come to him. Whichever, Lorna was pleased with him, with herself, with all of it.
She removed her mouth from his cock, swallowing a deep toke of air, and she looked at him with spit bubbled on her red-painted lips. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be in a rapture of delight. Lorna grinned knowingly, and she tossed one leg across him, mounting his body in the 69 position. Her cunt came to rest upon his face and she ground it against his mouth until she felt his tongue shoot out to adore her still-sticky gash.
"Right on!" she chirped. "Round Two is now beginning. Don't fail me, little brother. You drink mine and I'll drink yours."
He had her by the ass then, pulling her twat closer to his face, his tongue prodding into her swollen slit. Lorna moaned in approval, then filled her mouth with his pecker. If it could only be this good always, she thought. If only!