Chapter 4
"I'm assuming everything is all set, then?" Jill Wiler asked, hiding a yawn behind the uplifted back of her left hand.
Bobby, who had just seen Georgette out the door, turned back to see his sister. Jill had moved to the large expanse of window that looked out over the city. She was in the process of reaching for the drape cords when Bobby stopped her.
"Jesus, please, no sunlight!" Bobby exclaimed, suspecting that the evident glare behind the curtains indicated a thoroughly cloudless morning.
"Why, are you a vampire?" Jill asked, aborting her original intentions and leaving the drapes where they were.
"I have all intentions of going back to bed," Bobby told her.
"Mmmmm," Jill hummed, giving Bobby a small smile. "Got quite a workout last night, did you?"
"You didn't hear?" Bobby asked, moving to sit on the arm of an overstuffed chair. "I think Georgette is what you might call a screamer."
"I know," Jill said, folding her arms across her ample breasts and leaning against the door jamb that gave entrance to the hallway. "I must have gotten off three times on my own hand, just listening to the sound effects."
"I'll bet you did, too," Bobby said, his sensuous lips pulling back over even white teeth as he smiled.
"Well, it was that, or my coming in to join you two; and, I didn't know how your little friend might take to a brother-sister threeway."
"If we didn't so need her, it might have been fun to try, huh?"
"But we do need her," Jill reminded. "So, I fought down my desire, figuring that no matter how much you put out, you would still have a little something left over for your sister on the morrow."
"Jesus, Jill, you can't be serious!" Bobby replied with an accompanying groan, suspecting that Jill was indeed serious. "I think Georgette took all the starch there was out of my prick before she left."
"Bullshit!" Jill said.
"Why didn't you go out last night anyway to get yourself some real cock? It would have probably beat riding your own fingers for hours on end."
"I'm not too sure that it would," Jill said. "I've got some pretty experienced fingers, you know?"
"And an experienced cunt, and an experienced ass, and an experienced mouth."
"You should know," Jill told him. "Or, rather, your cock should know."
And, Jill certainly had something there, didn't she?
"Why don't you and I take a couple of minutes to discuss our game plan, huh?" Bobby asked, giving an alternative to immediate sex. Not that he didn't want to have sex with his sister. That moment of not wanting was nowhere in sight, as far as Bobby was concerned. It was just that Georgette's hungry mouth had sucked two mighty big loads out of Bobby's nuts before she had left that morning; and, Bobby wanted to give his testicles a little chance to recover a bit of its depleted sperm reservoir. He didn't, after all, want to shortchange his beautiful sister, did he?
And, Jill Wiler was a beauty, wasn't she? One would have had to look far and wide to find anyone to give argument to that statement; since, Jill had the kind of striking good looks that made people stop whatever they were doing whenever she entered the room.
Jill looked exceptionally attractive at that moment, standing there, wearing nothing but her robe (she slept in the nude), and her hair tousled attractively from a night of sleep and masturbation.
Bobby wasn't all that surprised when he felt his cock beginning to stretch between his legs in preparation for eventual jerks to full erection: Jill almost always affected him that way.
"What's there to go over?" Jill asked, moving away from the doorjamb and crossing the distance that separated her from her brother. "Your maid friend lets us in. We go in, grab mother dear and persuade her to part with our fair share of the old man's money."
Jill stopped by her brother. Bobby slipped from the chair arm into the chair seat. Almost simultanesouly, Jill was dropping down to a kneeling position on the floor. She leaned forward between her brother's legs, running her right hand upward toward her brother's left knee.
"You are incorrigible, Jill," Bobby said, his cock already hard enough to penetrate any tight vagina, but going even harder.
"Me?" Jill asked in feigned innocence, turning her face upward to take in her brother's ruggedly handsome features.
"Well, maybe me, too," Bobby said, his right hand reaching out to cup Jill's chin.
God, she was beautiful! All of that black hair, tumbling around her shoulders. That flawless complexion. Those blue-violet eyes. Those lush lashes. That sensuously inviting mouth.
Bobby leaned forward, offering his sister his lips. Jill willingly touched them with her own, opening her mouth slightly to let Bobby's firm tongue breach the gap.
Jill always enjoyed kissing her brother. She couldn't remember a time when she had kissed him and his mouth hadn't tasted deliciously of mint. That was obviously because Bobby always seemed to have peppermint lozenges handy, plus an equally tasty mouthwash in the bathroom. After the first time Jill had kissed Bobby (way back, before the two of them had progressed beyond the kissing), she had been forever turned off by any man with breath that tasted of cigarettes, or liquor, or beer, or whatever. Mint: she preferred its taste over any other on the saliva fed her during French kissing.
Jill's hand slipped in between the flaps of her brother's robe, riding inward along Bobby's thigh toward his crotch. When her fingertips made contact with Bobby's scrotum, her hand paused where it was.
They broke their kiss; and, Jill pulled back just a little, smiling as she watched Bobby licking his lips as if he had just sampled something exceedingly delicious-which he had.
Had Jill ever seen another man-anywhere, anytime-who got her all excited inside, like her brother did? What was there about Bobby's tousled black hair, banged attractively over his forehead; about his thick, well-defined eyebrows; about his lush, sooty lashes; about his deeply dimpled right cheek and cleft chin; about his sensuously full mouth, that made Jill go all weak inside?
And, it wasn't just Bobby's face, either, that had its strange effect on Jill, was it? Oh, no, it was only the beginning. Bobby's body; what had Jill felt whenever she had seen it naked to the waist when Bobby had stripped to shorts for athletics or for swimming? Bobby's cock: what had Jill felt when she had seen that cock (first) as a ballooned bulge in the crotch of his shorts and swimming trunks and trousers, (second) naked, and flaccid, (third) hard and erect?
They had been horsing around in the pool the first time Jill had felt that cock, hadn't they? Bobby had grabbed her around the waist, pulled her close to drop her beneath the water with him; and, Jill had felt the hardness of Bobby's cock pressed against her crotch. And, Bobby had become embarrassed and turned her loose.
That had been the first time. Later, there had been seconds and thirds, while Jill let it be known that she wasn't as shocked by the feel of her brother's arousal as he might have thought she was. Which, actually, hadn't been all that easy. How, after all, did a woman silently relay the extent of her own excitation, when there was no hard cock at her belly to press against her brother's crotch? She had to be more blatant, that's how! And that one time she had followed Bobby into the bathing cabana, reaching out to actually touch Bobby's naked cock (Bobby letting her hand stay where it was as Bobby's cock went hard), there had been no turning back for either of them. And neither had ever regretted not turning back, had they? Except, perhaps, for that evening their parents had come home unexpectedly to find them fucking in the library. Even then, however, it hadn't really been any great regret of having succumbed to their incestuous longings as much as it had been a regret that they had been discovered by two people (their parents, for God's sake!) who couldn't possibly begin to understand.
Jill's hand, still poised with her fingertips at Bobby's balls, moved them in deeper to Bobby's groin, her fingers coming open and then closing to cup Bobby's cum-bulged testicles.
"You have to have the biggest set of nuts of any man I know," Jill said appreciatively, rolling her brother's gonads within her grasp.
"Better to blast your pussy full of hot, male sperm, my dear," Bobby said, obliging his sister's caress by opening his legs wider yet to give Jill better access.
"And, by the feel of them, there's still a little juice left in them, yes?" Jill asked, giving a little tug that sent a spiraling ache inward to Bobby's hair-covered lower belly.
"If you don't expect me to cum more than once, we just might be in business," Bobby said, pulling his robe flaps open so as to completely reveal his naked chest, belly, crotch, and legs.
Bobby's prick reared its circumcised head upward to a point where that cockhead jutted beyond the young man's slightly indented navel. From the base of Bobby's prick hung his fist-gripped balls. From the slash of his deeply pouted cock mouth, there leaked a sticky goo that looked so inviting that Jill was tempted to taste it on her tongue before allowing it access to her hungry pussy. She did, after all, love the taste of her brother's leaked juices: the pre-seminal liquids and the heartier meals supplied by the cum itself. She had liked them from the very first time she had sampled them.
But then, there wasn't anything about her brother that Jill didn't like, was there? While she always found something wrong with every other man or woman she had ever bedded.
Jill pushed in deeper between her brother's open thighs, turning so that her bending head fell downward toward his massive erection. As she neared his uplifted prick, Jill's nostrils inhaled the musky essence emanating from between Bobby's open legs.
"Shall I suck your cock, brother?" Jill asked, her mouth playing across the damp surface of her brother's prickhead. "Or, has that maid cock-sucker spoiled you for anyone else's lips wrapping your stiff erection?"
"Georgette was good, but not that good," Bobby said, resting his arms along the arms of the chair, his hands opening and closing reflexively.
"Well, then...." Jill said, opening her mouth and bending her head deeper.
Slowly Bobby's massive prick moved between Jill's pursed lips, pressing against Jill's tongue to scrape her palate en route to the opening of her throat.
Bobby, as often as his sister had gone down on his prick, could still tremble with delight every time it happened anew. Bobby had been blown by a hell of a lot of women in his life, but not one of them had yet managed to impart to him the thrilling sensation Jill's sister-mouth gave him by sucking.
Jill used her right hand to keep Bobby's stiff meatiness pulled out from the man's belly. Her left hand continued to massage Bobby's cum-bulged balls.
Jill used her right hand to stroke up and down along Bobby's cock shaft while her mouth lingered over Bobby's pulpy cock corona. The woman loved sucking this leaking cockhead, savoring its discharged juices, excited by the way the pulsating penile cap throbbed against her concaving cheeks.
Jill bounced her head, still keeping the area of her sucking centered around Bobby's upper cock inches. She swallowed once, tightening her lips around the phallic meatiness.
Jill finally fed more of her brother's cock into her face, her hugging lips sliding like a rubber along the rugged sexual staff. Jill felt her throat filling with her brother's fleshy solidity.
Jill made small gagging noises that really weren't caused by gagging at all. Because, Jill knew she was more than capable of handling her brother's sizable inches without strangling. She'd had plenty of practice.
Jill released her hand on her brother's scrotum. She released her hand on her brother's cock neck. She reached both hands up to rub Bobby's washboarded stomach. Her hands climbed further, finally finding Bobby's hardening teats. Jill tweaked Bobby's nipples, hearing her brother groan, and feeling the latest gushing of pre-seminal liquid from Bobby's pouted cock mouth.
Bobby's lust-hardened pole sank in ... in ... in ... Jill's mouth: in to its hilt. Bobby's curly black pubic hair, haloing the base of Bobby's cock roots, tickled Jill's lips while Bobby's cum-bloated ball slapped lewdly against Jill's chin.
"Oh, Jesus, baby ... Jesus!" Bobby grunted, his naked ass giving bouncing little movements against the cushion of the chair. If there had been any doubts about his being able to get it off inside of his sister's throat (there never really had been any), then those doubts would have been dissolved by now.
Jill began to fuck her face up and down over Bobby's big prick. And, as always happened when she had incestuous sex with her brother, an enticing kind of shame took hold of her, and she felt the sticky moisture from the inside walls of her cunt leaking to fill her pussy.
Oh, Jesus, how good sucking her brother's cock was! Wicked and evil as some people might have labeled it, Jill could still find the experience wonderful. With a lewd, abandoned groan, Jill became lost within the cock-sucking act she was performing. She ran her tongue back and forth over the sensitive surface of her borther's big prick, teasing Bobby's tiny cock mouth on every upswing. She licked up more pre-seminal juices, tasting them, thoroughly enjoying them as Bobby's hips began a more pronounced bouncing.
"Eat me ... eat me," Bobby groaned, his hands leaving the arms of the chair to rest amid the black silky hair that covered Jill's head. His fingers went claw-like against Jill's scalp. "Oh, you lovely ... lovely ... cock-sucking sister ... eat ... your brother's ... giant cock. Eat it! Eat it!"
And, Jill was eating it all right. She gave herself up completely to the ecstasy derived from being fucked in the mouth by her brother's huge cock. It was forever seeming as if she would never get enough of Bobby's swollen penis. And, no matter how often she had siphoned up her brother's thick and musky cum, she never got enough of that, either. She wanted that cum now, didn't she? She wanted the feel of it blasting its pungency down her throat, pouring into her mouth, flooding out over her lips to dribble down her chin while she moaned and gulped in lustful bliss between her brother's open legs.
Jill ran her hands back down along Bobby's muscled and black-haired chest. She worked her fingers down beneath Bobby's buttocks and the seat cushion. Bobby raised his ass slightly to accommodate her, giving out a low, muffled growl as Jill's right fuck-finger moved with experienced speed into Bobby's ass crease to locate Bobby's ass pucker. When Bobby's buttocks was falling back to the cushion, Jill's finger was in the process of worming its way up Bobby's rubbery anus.
"Ooooooo!" Bobby groaned in response to the simultaneous attack on his ass hole and on his prick.
Madly, Jill sucked on and on. Her cheeks collapsed and fluttered against Bobby's fleshy staff as that cock neck moved in and out ... in and out ... of Jill's sucking throat.
Jill caressed her brother's submerged cock with her tongue, coaxing more strong liquid to her taste buds while her lips moved downward to once again gum the base of Bobby's erect cock.
As Jill's mouth pulled back up along Bobby's shaft, the girl watched as inch after inch of Bobby's juice-slicked prick came into view.
When Jill's lips felt the groove formed by the flaring of Bobby's cock corona from his cock neck, she surprised Bobby by pulling completely free of her brother's prick. At the same time, her finger slipped out of Bobby's tightly clutching rectum.
"Oh, fuck!" Bobby voiced in frustration as his fist-sized cock head slammed back against his muscled belly, splattering Bobby's pre-seminal juices and Jill's spit onto Bobby's muscled abdomen. Bobby's hands attempted to keep Jill's mouth in place by giving a sudden downward push, but he was too late. His cock was already loose.
"Like that?" Jill asked, shaking Bobby's hands free of her head and looking up at her brother.
"You're going to make me jerk off while you watch, right?" Bobby asked, it taking all of his willpower to keep from doing just that, right then and there.
"Fat chance of that!" Jill told him, coming to her feet. "It's just that I have something better in mind for that prick of yours besides my mouth."
As Bobby watched, Jill undid her robe and let it fall off her shoulders and to a puddling around her shapely feet.
Bobby's experienced eye took in his sister's exquisite nakedness, never tiring of just looking at it. There was just something indescribably erotic about the way Jill's long, long legs flowed upward to her firm hips and ass, the veeing of her thighs punctuated by that triangular patch of black pubic hair. There was just something exceptionally appealing about Jill's narrow waist with its knotted umbilical scar.
And, Jesus, Jill's breasts! Bobby loved those luscious mountains with their brown nipples capping each out-jutting summit.
"My cunt is tired of being rammed just with my finger," Jill said, turning her back to her brother and bending slightly so that her hair-fringed cunt could be viewable from the rear. Her pussy mouth was pouted slightly, revealing just a trace of raw pinkness beyond the parenthesizing black hair. The cunt mouth was wet with the oozings from inside the pit.
"I think my cock is too big for that tight little cunt of yours," Bobby said, wishing to hell that he could get Jill to move a little faster; however, he knew better than to try. Jill loved taking her own sweet time, building Bobby slowly toward orgasm. And the fact that Bobby's final ejaculation was probably made better and far more intense than it might have been at a faster pace didn't in anyway make Bobby any the less anxious now to have his sister backed up, her cunt dropped so far over his prick that his balls were almost shoved inside, right along with Bobby's cock roots.
"Oh, I think my pussy might manage to yawn wide enough for that monster of yours," Jill said, taking a few more steps backward.
Bobby reached out and clamped his hands to his sister's hips.
"Okay, then, let's give it a try," Bobby said, pulling backward to bring Jill into an even more pronounced sitting position. When Bobby was sure Jill was going to come along without putting up any of her usual delaying action, Bobby released his right hand and brought it back to his cock.
Bobby pulled his prick out from his muscled belly, aiming his rubbery cockhead toward the vertical slicing hung just below Jill's ass hole as the young woman continued her sitting momentum.
"If you start to split, now, you let me know, won't you?" Bobby said, licking his lips as Jill's cunt dropped closer and closer to contact position.
"Sure, I'll let you know," Jill said, delivering a little chuckle in accompaniment.
Bobby felt Jill's cunt hair brush against his cockhead. He then felt her pussy lips mate solidly against his cock corona.
"Ride my cock, sister!" Bobby said. "Just keep on sitting down over my big prick until it's ... ooooo, yessssss, yesssssss."
Bobby's hips came bucking upward in an effort to drive himself deeply into Jill's cunt. And, he did succeed in placing a good two inches in on the tail of his inch of pulpy cock corona.
"That's it, sister," Bobby encouraged. "Oh, Jesus, yes ... that is it!"
Bobby's right hand left his cock, no longer needed in guiding support now that his prick was partially in place. He put his fingers on Jill's hips and, using both hands, gave a hearty pull that coincided with another upward bucking of his hips.
Jill's cunt was forced down, quick and fast, over Bobby's stiff prick, her naked ass slapping hard against Bobby's bare thighs.
"Ugh!" Jill grunted, her lower belly filled to capacity with hard, lascivious prick.
Jill leaned back against her brother, nuzzling her cunt and ass deeper into Bobby's lap. Against her back, she felt her brother's hard nipples. Jill's own nipples were taut and went tauter when Bobby wrapped his arms around Jill's body and fingered the woman's hardening teats.
"Now, isn't that better than mouth-even my mouth?" Jill asked, her voice throaty and decidedly breathless.
"There is nothing quite like cunt," Bobby told her, his own voice showing the strain of his passion. "Especially my sister's tight and clutching pussy."
And, as Bobby spoke, Jill was lifting his hips, dragging her cuntal walls free of Bobby's cock which had just managed to spear them so completely. Jill kept on raising, too, until Bobby's prick had dragged free to its spongy cockhead. Then, she once again began a slide.
"Ride me!" Bobby pleaded. "Jesus, ride me!"
"Sure, brother," Jill promised. "Didn't I tell you I was going to ride you? Isn't that what I said? Little Jill here is going to ride your brother-cock until its spitting out each and every spermal bullet that it has presently stored in its scrotal arsenal."
"Yesssss," Bobby hissed as Jill's cunt came up ... then down ... then up again.
Once Jill's cunt had adjusted to Bobby's plugging cock-something it had done quite easily-the woman was able to move into an easy horse-on-a-merry-go-round fucking rhythm.
"So good ... so good," Bobby moaned, his hands massaging his sister's creamy breasts, Jill's nipples so hard that they seemed well capable of bruising Bobby's palms.
Bobby's taut, muscular belly and loins were quivering with the ecstasy derived from those erotic sensations conjured as Jill's cunt was pumped up and then down over his bone-hard penis.
And, Bobby's hips were bouncing harder and faster, weren't they, as Bobby's enormous balls were pulled upward toward the base of the young man's prick? In fact, Jill's pussy was so open to Bobby's impaling thickness that the red-raw mouth of her vagina was being tickled by the black hair on Bobby's contracting scrotum.
"Fuck me, brother. Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me!" Jill moaned as her budded little clitoris scraped along the hard of Bobby's cock like a needle into the groove of a record.
The need inside of Jill drove the naked woman on now, making her rock on Bobby's stabbing cock. Jill could feel Bobby's erection fucking her madly in the belly, preparing to release the gallons of cum that Jill so wanted ... so needed ... so had to have.
Jill's body went glossy with sweat. Rivulets of it drained downward between her breast cleavage to reappear on her upper belly. More moisture formed in the cuppings beneath her arms and oozed from there.
Jill felt herself growing taut with impending orgasm. Her eyes clenched suddenly shut, her hungrily chewing vagina screwing itself around Bobby's blue-veined stiffness.
"Oh, Jesus ... fuck ... baby ... baby," Bobby grunted in animalistic frenzy.
If Jill was close to explosion, Bobby was even closer. Bobby was so close, there was no holding him back. There was simply no way Bobby could any longer control....
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHRRRRUUUNNGGHHHHHH!" Bobby bellowed, his hands going claw-like on Jill's alabaster orbs. His lap heaved upward, grinding Jill's black pubic hair against Bobby's black bush. "TAKE IT ... TAKE IT ... JESUS ... SISTER ... BITCH ... TAKE IT!"
And, Jill took it, all right, dropping her cunt completely to Bobby's cock roots and leaving it there while Bobby's cock blasted ... blasted ... blasted.
"Eeeeeiiiii ... you ... goddamned ... brother-stud!" Jill squealed, her orgasming cunt twisting over Bobby's cum-blasting penis. "You ... Jesus-fuck ... stud ... fucking ... stud ... fucking stud!"
Jill's spasming cunt clasped and released ... clasped and released ... clasped to squeeze each and every drop possible out of her brother's poker-hot prick.
Bobby's hot streamers of sexual juice squirted hard and fast into Jill's lower belly, catching within the pink folds of his sister's cuntal membranes and hanging there. Other, more juicy semen, merged to completely plug Jill's cunt and then back up within the channel to leak out at the inflamed pussy entrance. Gobs of pearly cum caught in the black crotch hair at Bobby's groin and in the hair fuzzing the man's cum-depleted scrotum.
It was good. But, then, it had always been good for the two of them, hadn't it?