Chapter 6

Even though Mike remained foremost in my thoughts, I continued to date Stan.

Probably the big reason why I was paying as much attention to Stan as I was stemmed from my fear that I really did have a physical crush on my brother. I kept doing my best to prove myself wrong, to convince myself once and for all that I really preferred somebody like Stan when it came to physical activity.

He took me to a drive-in movie one evening, and I had a hunch that he would be all hands in the clinches.

It was a pretty spicy movie, and once the love scenes became hot and heavy and the actors began removing their clothes, I knew that that would be all it would take to get Stan aroused.

The next thing I knew he was rifling his fingers through my hair and delivering stabbing tongue kisses inside my mouth.

I had worn a purple micro-mini to the drive-in, which would have to be classified as appropriate wear as far as Stan was concerned.

While his tongue moved speedily inside my mouth, his fingers rifled through my hair, he let his body press eagerly against mine.

Stan always enjoyed to move his chest against my breasts. He knew that I had a gorgeous pair of knockers, and every time that he came into any kind of physical contact with them, he became that much more excited.

Stan finally removed his tongue from my mouth, and as he did so he reached out and slipped his fingers inside my blouse, then my bra.

His busy, restless fingers went to work with passionate . ease against my nipples. I liked the way that he squeezed them, and a little bit of nipple contact was all that it took to make my pussy come alive with sensation.

He finally removed his fingers from my breasts, then reached down and began tugging at my micro-mini.

"This has just got to go," he laughed.

"We are in a theatre."

"No, we're not. We're in my car."

"But it's still risky."

"Nothing in life these days is fun unless it's a little risky."

Stan's adrenalin was flowing, and there was no way that ,I was going to stop him at that point. He was fever-brained with excitement to engage in some form of sex.

I was convinced that I wasn't going to go all the way with him. Certainly not in the front seat of his automobile. That would be going too far. He would take me for granted after that. But I wasn't about to try and fight him off either. No, as risky as it was, I would have some kind of sex with him under those conditions.

He succeeded in tugging downward at my micro-mini, pulling it down toward my thighs.

He began tugging so hard that I was afraid he was going to tear it off.

"A little easier on the skirt," I warned.

"Got to get the damn thing off," he said.

"Why don't you try doing it the easy way."

"I don't have the time."

He kept on relentlessly tugging, until the skirt finally came off.

His next move was to reach out and grab my white panties.

"These have got to go next," he said breathlessly.

I could tell from the wide-eyed, intense look on his face just how eager he was to get involved in sex ass soon as possible.

He pulled downward sharply, letting the silky panties scrape against my legs.

He began to smile triumphantly as he kept tugging at the panties. He removed them altogether, dropping them to the floorboard of the front seat. They were resting right next to my discarded micro-mini.

"We'll ball in such a way that it won't be that much of a risk," he told me.-

He was crouched down on the floorboard, and as he remained perched there on his knees, I watched his anxious, trembling fingers move toward his zipper.

Stan tugged downward restlessly at his zip-per, pulling it down all the way, then reaching inside his trousers and pulling out his throbbing penis.

It looked good to once more peer at his huge phallus, which was set for immediate action.

"Reach out and grab it," he commanded sharply. "While you're tugging, I'll be sucking."

I must admit that, considering we were balling in a drive-in, he was using about the safest approach imaginable. I reached down, out of view of everyone, and began sliding my fingers up and down his long dick.

While I provided him with steady attention, fingering his penis, Stan dropped his head down between my legs.

He continued crouching down there on the floorboard, remaining on his knees as his tongue set its sights on my pussy.

He moved his tongue with smooth precision against my mound. He began with slow but thorough strokes, accelerating his efforts with each and every stab.

He soon propelled me into a whirlpool of passionate ecstasy by virtue of his conscientious sucking.

He turned his tongue loose in all its splendor, permitting it to maneuver against every crevice of my hot organ.

My body began to wiggle, and my legs trembled while I felt the waves of ecstasy in my snatch.

While his tongue kept on working around my mound, I kept on keeping him happy with my finger movements. I kept driving my fingers up and down the full length of his huge erect cock, moving him ever closer to climax.

As his tongue began to exercise itself more quickly on my hot gash, I in turn worked my fingers more speedily up and down his throbbing cock.

I wondered just what it would be like to explode my juices in his mouth under those circumstances. Here I was, able to watch the movie, getting a hot cunt-sucking.

Just about the time that I was set to orgasm, he released his tongue abruptly from my mound. He started to nibble on my clitoris, keeping the movements going for quite awhile.

"Get back to my mound," I finally exclaimed, "go back to the sucking, baby. I've got to shoot. Oh, there's absolutely no holding back."

With great dispatch he put his tongue back to work on my mound, slipping it skillfully around my fiery pussy.

As I kept jerking up and down on his cock, I recognized that there wouldn't be much time left for me to finger him. He would be spurting quickly.

As for me, I couldn't hold out any longer. My whole body quivered as the juices were released from my spurting pussy, skyrocketing into his waiting mouth.

"Eat it, eat every drop, eat my snatch," I gasped. "Your tongue is so great, baby. Keep working it. Oh, do I love it. I'm going, going, going, oh, I'm gushing, gushing, gushing."

He stuck with me every bit of the way, draining every conceivable drop from my mound.

As he turned his tongue loose from it, he looked at me with great expectations.

"You just about fingered me off," he said. "Drop down to your knees and finish the job."

"What do you expect me to do?"

"I expect you to suck my cock," he sighed.

It was the inevitable climax. I should have known that he wouldn't expect to waste his load by spilling it into my hand.

I let my knees drop down toward the floor-board, then pursued his cock with greater anxiety than ever.

I took his prick in both hands, sliding my fingers up and down it. The friction caused new shock waves of anticipation to bolt through him.

"Get busy," he said, "put your tongue to work, baby. You need to suck it."

I could see how badly he needed to release his juices, so I went immediately to work.

I didn't even bother with the preliminaries. I didn't suck his balls, nor did I work my tongue exclusively over the tip of his long cock. I would abandon all that, letting my tongue immediately go to work on the base of his prick.

He kept lying there, sprawled out on the floorboard, awaiting my first tongue penetration.

Once I sank it against his long dick, he nodded happily.

"That's it, now we're back in gear," he told me.

With surging energy I moved my tongue up and down the full length of his prick, pushing him rapidly toward climax.

Once again I just couldn't help but think of Mike. Even though Stan had a good cock, I seemed to somehow prefer Mike's, despite the fact that I had never sucked on it. I kept thinking about how terrible it would be if I ever did, since he was my own brother.

While my tongue worked fervently over Stan's cock, I let the fingers of both hands concentrate on his balls.

Every time I tugged at his scrotum, he seemed to gasp a little louder. I knew I had him right where I wanted him, on the verge of orgasm.

A few hot strokes later, he heaved a loud sigh.

In the darkness of the automobile, I geared myself to receive his juices.

It was the second time around With Stan, and I must say that I fared much better when it came to hanging on to every drop of juice that spilled out of his cock.

I gulped and gasped, but stayed with his load, swallowing just about every drop.

Only a few stray drops spilled out of the sides of my mouth. I managed to retain every-thing else, and by the time I removed my tongue from Stan's prick, we both felt satisfied.

"like I said, you're a born cock-sucker," he told me, reaching out and patting me on top of the head.

"I better get this skirt back on," I smiled.