Chapter 5
Shit! Ben Hardy thought, my balls are aching just thinking about her.
"Her" referred, of course, to his sister Rose, whom he hadn't seen for many years. If it were up to him, he'd take her right into the bedroom, strip off her clothes and ram his cock up her snatch. But he knew they'd expect a few other pleasantries first, like having a drink and tour of the island and then dinner.
If don't get into Rose's ass pretty soon, he complained to the fates, I'll go right out of my fucking mind!
But he forced himself to smile and engage in small conversation out on the patio, while Carol scampered into the kitchen-for drinks.
"Nice little place you've got here," Dr. John Robinson said.
"It's cozy," Ben agreed, "and cheap. We've got four bedrooms here and plenty of beds and cots. I guess some of us may have to double up, though."
Rose smiled. "I'm sure we'll all manage just fine, Ben."
He jumped as she put a reassuring hand on his leg. "Yeah," he said, wetting his suddenly dry lips, "I guess we will, all right."
He tried to keep his gaze from her full breasts and her crossed legs, and failed. Oh, baby sister, he thought, I can't wait to see you naked again.
Rose caught his lustful glances and felt a warm glow fill her body. She wondered what it would be like to have Ben's stiff prick up her cunt after all these years. The thought made her all the more anxious to find out.
"It's still early," Ben said, "and we've got a couple of hours before dinner. How would you folks like to see the island?"
"That would be very nice," John Robinson said.
Ben said, "I - uh - I've got some things to do, so I hope you won't mind if I let Chris and Carol show you around. They know the place better than I do."
Rose caught Ben's meaningful glance at her. To her husband, she said, "I'm tired from the trip. Why don't the rest of you go along? I'll see it tomorrow."
John smiled. "All right. Lie down and get a good rest, dear. We'll see you later."
To his son Chris, Ben winked and said, "Give them the grand tour, son. Be gone a couple of hours." He chuckled. "If you know what I mean."
Chris nodded. He knew what his father meant, all right. He wanted to be alone with Aunt Rose, so he could hump her. It was all he'd talked about since the Robinson's had accepted his invitation to visit. Not that Chris blamed the man. Aunt Rose was a fully blossomed woman with a nice pair of jugs, who probably knew a lot of neat tricks with the hole between her legs.
There wasn't much to see on the island, but Ben had faith that his son Chris could delay them long enough for him to do sweet things with and to Rose. Chris could take them on a slow walk completely around the island, stopping to show off some of the flowers and animals, the tiny caves worn out of the rock from the water lapping at it.
Rose was standing up watching the families move out of sight beyond a clump of trees. The others were barely out of sight before Ben moved in behind her and roughly fondled her full ass with both hands.
"Sister, I've missed you," he said. He transferred his hands to her tits, squeezing them, while he pressed his stiff cock up against her ass. He kissed her neck and cheeks wetly, and was pleased that she sighed and wiggled her ass against him.
Rose felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through her. She liked the feel of her brother's hands on her ass and breasts. They were crude and rough, unlike her husband John's, but it was a pleasant change. Ben was the kind of guy who enjoyed sex without any hang-ups, and she knew instinctively that he was going to give her a fucking unlike any she'd had in a long time. His stiff prick against her nudging ass gave ample testimony to that.
"Let's go inside," Ben said hoarsely.
Rose nodded. Hand in hand they crossed the patio, went inside and through the rambling hacienda to a big bedroom. Ben grabbed her, pulled her close to him, and mashed his mouth greedily on her lips. His hands roamed over her body, feeling her breasts through the thin dress, sliding down the small of her back and over the rounded soft flesh of her ass, rubbing, gripping her with both hands to pull her closer to his own hot cock.
"Baby sister," Ben Hardy muttered, "you are going to get yourself flicked."
She smiled and reached down between them to fondle his stiff prick through the cloth of his trousers. "I thought you'd never ask," she said. Her voice was calm, but she felt anything but. It had been a long time since she'd had a sexual animal like her brother Ben paw her, and she realized now how much she'd always liked his roughness. His overwhelming maleness had always made her feel more female. His light stubble of beard scratched her face, but she even liked that. Most of all, however, she liked the feel of his sweaty hands on her body and the feel of his prick pressing tightly against her crotch.
Ben sighed. "Your hand on my cock feels great, Rose." He worked her dress up above her hips with both hands. Then he reached between her legs and rubbed the crotch of her silken panties with the palm of his hand. He felt her warm, wet snatch through the thin material, and the wiry pubic hair surrounding it.
Rose caught her breath as the contact of his hand came to her hot cunt. She eagerly unzipped his fly, reached into the opening and grabbed his stiff prick and eased it into sight. It was big and thick and hairy, just as she remembered it.
Ben groaned his pleasure as her knowing hand rubbed his cock up and down. He snaked a finger under the elastic rim of her panties and through the tangled mass of damp hair until he reached her snatch. He rubbed his middle finger over the pulsating lips and up against the clit before inserting it deep inside the sticky warm wetness that seemed to grip his finger welcomingly.
His fingers undid the buttons of her dress. His hands moved in quickly to grasp her naked breasts. As he'd suspected, she wasn't wearing a bra. That was pleasant. She winced as his hands rough-housed her flesh.
"Sorry," he said.
"That's okay, I like it, Ben. It's like old times."
He grinned happily and continued massaging her breasts until the nipples rose up stiffly against his palm. He bent his head and took one of the nipples in his mouth and chewed on it while his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and worked them down over her legs.
"Here, let me help you," she offered.
He released her and she stepped back and quickly removed her dress and her panties. She stood nude in front of him for a moment, turning this way and that like a model.
"You like?"
Wordless with passion. Ben could only nod dumbly. His eager gaze raked her full-fleshed body, lingering on her firm breasts, the still flat stomach, the wide hips that had cradled him so often in the past, the curved legs, and most of all her hair-covered snatch in full sight, waiting there for his pleasure.
With a hoarse cry, Ben Hardy unbuckled his belt and yanked his trousers and shorts down around his legs. He stepped out of the puddle of clothing at his feet and kicked them aside. Through the front folds of his shirt, his cock stood out stiff and straight.
Rose Hardy Robinson moved forward, licking her lips expectantly. "You want me to suck your prick, Ben?"
"Yes," he said, "yes."
He stretched out on the bed and pulled his shirt up. She got on the bed beside him, kissing him passionately on the lips for a moment while her hand rubbed his prick and his balls. Then she slid down alongside his body, kissing his stomach, tonguing his hairy flesh until she got to her throbbing target.
Rose loved to suck pricks. Her husband said she was a natural-born cock sucker and she took that as a compliment. She truly enjoyed the feel of a throbbing mound of stiff male flesh filling her mouth, puffing out her cheeks. It made her excited to run her tongue all around a man's stiff sex organ and make him come in her mouth.
She smiled as she got a close-up view of her brother Ben's erect prick. It was just as beautiful as she'd remembered it-thick, ruddy-looking, with veins bulging all along its pulsating length. She cradled his balls in the palm of one hand' and took his prick in the other and rubbed it against her cheek, back and forth.
Ben groaned his pleasure. His daughter Carol had a lot of youthful enthusiasm when it came to sucking cocks, but his sister's more mature approach was a pleasant change of pace designed to excite him with her deliberate methods.
Rose opened her lips and ran the length of his prick over them. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of it, twirling her tongue around in concentric circles. Funny, the way different pricks taste differently, she thought. Ben's had a different flavor than either her husband's or her sons. She smiled as she wondered if Dr. John Robinson should write a learned paper on that subject.
It pleased her to have Ben's body thrashing about on the bed. He gripped the bedclothes with clenched fists and rolled his head back and forth on the pillow and moaned while her tongue slid up and down the shaft of flesh. When she got to the balls, she planted a wet kiss directly on them-a maneuver that made Ben shudder from head to toe.
Ben felt his cock lurch against her soft, warm, wet lips, and he couldn't take any more of the teasing. He reached down, took her brown hair in his hands and held it over his crotch while he shoved his cock directly into her mouth.
Rose opened her mouth wide and let her brother's solid prick ram into her mouth, sliding past her lips and teeth, the top of it striking the roof of her mouth an instant before it slid back out to the tip, then was slammed back once more with authority She closed her lips tightly about it, making him pull and push past her lips with an effort that increased his excitement.
She enjoyed her brother's roughness for a change. He hadn't himself changed much. His motions, his reactions, were much the same as when they were both teenagers fucking up a storm. It was good to be home again.
Oh, sweet sexy sister, Ben thought wildly, what I've been missing all these years.
As she sucked his cock, Ben reached down to fondle her tits. When he did that, she got up on her knees without missing a stroke and twisted her ass around so he could reach it. She hadn't forgotten how he liked to play with her asshole and her snatch while she was sucking him off, he thought with a fond smile of remembrance. With her knees apart, he had a perfect view under the crack in her ass of her snatch that was hot and damp, with the wiry black pubic hair matted with sweat. Without hesitating, he reached out to fondle her ass for a moment before sliding his hands down the curve and between her legs, where he inserted a finger into her moist snatch and worked it feverishly in and out.
"Mmmmmrn," Rose murmured with approval. With her brother's prick filling her mouth, she could say little else.
It was obvious he got the message. To make it even clearer, she thrust her ass back against his thrusting finger so the tip of it would touch her clit on the in stroke.
"Come on, Rose," he muttered hoarsely, after a moment, "let's fuck!"
His words excited her. Her husband and her son would never have phrased it that way. They were too much of gentlemen with her for that. But brother Ben was a direct, caveman type. Needless to say, she was willing. She took her mouth from his sticky prick and lay on the bed beside him. He wasted no time. He rolled over on top of her, spread her legs with his hands, and rammed his prick between her legs. It was a direct hit. The tip of his prick struck the wet folds of her cunt, slid past them, and sank all the way in.
She moaned, delirious with passion, and crushed him to her with her arms and legs. Like a stallion, he slammed between her thighs, and she almost screamed each time his loins hit her. She thought he was going to rip her apart with his roughness. But she loved every throbbing inch of his battering-ram prick and wouldn't have it any other way. "That's it, Ben," she shouted, "fuck me. Fuck my hot cunt with your big, gorgeous prick!"
Her words spurred him to increased frenzy. His hands mauled her breasts as he hammered his penis deep into her. Her fingers raked his back as she clamped her legs tightly around him and began a bumping, grinding motion with her hips and buttocks against his thrusting male body. She loved his brutal tactics with her. Ben was like an animal intent only upon the sexual pleasure he could give and receive-and Rose loved it. She loved his hairy body on top of her, sweating profusely. She loved the weight of him as he crushed the breath from her with each thrust of his prick deep into her cunt; She loved to have him fuck her with his no-nonsense approach.
Ben slobbered her face with kisses. He mauled her breasts with his big hands, squeezing and massaging the warm flesh. He was feeling sexual sensations he would never forget. His daughter Carol was okay, and so were the girls he sometimes visited on the mainland - but nothing compared to Rose. Okay, maybe a lot of it was sentimental, but he wasn't shoving his cock into her snatch out of nostalgia. She had a great body, with nice tits, and an ass made for pinching. Besides, she loved him with more love than any sister ordinarily had for a brother. Their sexual upbringing had taken care of that.
Several times he almost came. Generally he would have, but now he wanted to make it last a little longer. He slowed his rhythm a little, moving his cock in and out of her snatch at a deliberate pace. He ran his lean fingers through her brown hair and kissed her hotly on the lips, running his tongue over and into her mouth. He fervently squeezed her breasts and rolled the stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Rose sensed his efforts at self-control. It was so unlike him. She was sure he liked to go for broke, fast and steady, until he came. But now he was holding back, not so much for her sake, but because he wanted to stay inside her cunt for a while longer, as though he was afraid she wouldn't come to him again.
As for her, she never had any trouble achieving an orgasm and now was no exception. Her brother's stiff cock slid into her cunt, brushing her upstanding clitoris, then slid back out, brushing the clit once more, making it throb with excitement. It wasn't long before she felt herself being carried over the peak. She felt hot and sweaty all over, but especially so between her legs. The blood pounded hotly through her veins and she felt as though her body were aflame with passion.
"I - I'm coming," she breathed in his ear.
She shrieked then as it hit her. She clamped her legs tightly about his plunging back, held him close with her hands. Her mouth covered his lips and the tongue inserted itself into his mouth with thrusts to match that of his prick in her cunt. Her cunt walls gripped him with a fervor that could not be denied.
He grunted and knew he couldn't hold back any longer. Her snatch was gripping him so tightly he almost winced at the pleasure-pain shooting through his stiff, throbbing cock. Ben increased his strokes, holding Rose's waist with both hands while he plunged his cock in and out of her. He felt it coming from someplace way down deep inside of him, building up the pressure as it went along, rushing in a great wave toward his swollen cock. His body straightened out and he began trembling. He groaned, and his cock raised and spurted hot sticky semen all over the inside of his sister's snatch. When it was over, he collapsed on top of her and lay there for a moment, sweating, breathing heavily.
She kissed him warmly on the mouth and said, "That was wonderful, Ben. Just like old times."
"You're the greatest, little sister," he told her. "I always have a good time with you. You haven't changed a bit. If anything, you've gotten better."
Rose smiled and stretched lazily. This was going to be the best vacation any of them ever had.