Chapter 7
Janie lay on her bed, watching the full moon glide across the sky. The soft night air lifted her baby-doll nightie. The breeze was nice, blowing on her hot pussy. She looked down to see her nipples growing firmer. Her whole body seemed so alive it was almost frightening. Now that she'd been fucked in her cunt and up her ass, she was too hot and too full of erotic thoughts to fall asleep.
The house was quiet. She guessed her mom was out like a light. She could hear Bob snoring like a lumberjack in his room. But she couldn't sleep. She didn't care, however. It was nice just to lie with her nightie pulled up and to diddle her moist pussy.
"You look really beautiful, Janie."
The young girl's eyes snapped open. She must have drifted off for a minute. She hadn't heard her older brother coming into the house.
He stood leaning against the door edge, looking at the slim body of his sister, edged with the silvery light of the moon. She was growing up!
He had been gone all day, prowling the coffee shops and teen hangouts for a cunt to fuck. He'd drawn a blank. No one he saw appealed to him. They were all so young and silly. Without realizing it, he had been looking for someone like his mother. He couldn't erase the memories of fucking her hot cunt-not that he tried.
"Art! When did you get home?"
He walked into her room to sit on the edge of the bed beside his sister.
"Little while ago. What's new?"
Janie grinned in the semi-darkness. Should she tell him? No, let him find out about what had happened from someone else.
"Nothing new," she told him.
She suddenly realized her nightie was up over her belly and that her fingers were resting on her pussy.
There was something in her voice that made Art's cock begin to throb. He'd always thought of his sister as a pesky brat, a little kid. But this was no kid he was staring at. His eyes held the tiny patch of pussy-fur under her spread fingers. She had been playing with her cunt.
He could feel the heat from her slim body. She hadn't taken her hand away from her pussy, and she didn't mind that he had moved closer to her and put his hand on her bare leg.
"So life is as dull as ever?" he asked.
"Almost. Are you sleepy?"
"No."
"Want to take your clothes off and lie down beside me for a while?"
His eyes opened wide. Her invitation was blunt, but sexy. How old was she now?
He got up, standing in the light from the full moon streaming into her bedroom. Janie's pussy began to burn and itch as she watched her brother slip off his shirt. Her eyes dropped from the muscles rippling over his chest to his long cock that gleamed like a silver arrow when he kicked his pants off. Her pussy closed involuntarily. God, to be fucked by a cock that husky! It seemed to Janie's feverish eyes that he was hung twice as big as Bobbie.
"Move over, Sis. This bed is kind of small."
She scooted over, her eyes riveted to his long white cock. Her fingers twitched with her sudden urge to hold him and watch his dick grow even bigger. Deliberately she put her hand over her moist pussy again. Little wheels were spinning in her hot mind.
Art lay on his side. Janie felt his warm cock pressing against her bare leg. He said nothing. He just lay there, looking at her small tits rising and falling under the baby-doll nightie, at her fingers arched over her pussy-mound.
Janie smiled at him and nestled closer to the warmth of his strong body. She felt horny as hell, but strangely relaxed and confident. He was going to fuck her-she knew it! But he was leaving all the action up to her. She knew he thought she was a virgin.
Just wait!
Her knees came up and lay open. He came up on one elbow. She saw his eyes gleam as he watched her finger trace tiny circles over her erect clit. Still, he didn't say a word.
Her hand drifted up her flat belly. She slowly pushed her gown up over her swelling boobs. His eyes followed her motion. They widened when he saw her teeth flash in the dim light and her finger pinch one erect nipple.
Jesus Christ! She was teasing him-more erotically than any female he'd ever known. He felt his cock growing harder and harder. She felt his prick rising and rubbing against her leg.
She cupped her tits with both hands and spread her legs wider. The scent of her hot pussy reached his nostrils. Geez, she was one hot female!
He watched her playing with her titties, but his eyes kept going down to her silvery puff of cunt-hair. It was growing darker-wetter. His cock was killing him. Every beat of his heart pumped it fuller and harder. He wondered how long he could keep from trying to fuck her. Would she be scared? Shit, no! She was turning him on-deliberately teasing him. She had invited him into her bed.
Art made his move. He leaned over. His tongue swept over one nipple.
Both her hands moved, lifting her tit up to his mouth. Her back arched and she rolled slightly toward him. Her soft hand brushed his hair, held the back of his neck, kept his mouth around her stiff nipple.
His teeth nipped. His tongue licked. He felt her begin to tremble. Jesus, she was hotter than his mother! His tongue licked over to her other tit.
Janie purred like a kitten. She rolled back and forth, feeding him first one erect nipple, then the other. He could feel the heat from her body. It was like lying in front of the open door of a blast furnace!
Her soft fingers brushed down his back. He felt his flesh gather up in a sudden rash of goose bumps. His sister was the most sensuous bitch he had ever found, bar none!
He moved his head down her body, stopping to dip into the tiny indentation of her navel. Then he moved down over her belly, pausing as his head again, pushing it down over her cunt. Art inhaled the sweet scent of her pussy. His cock throbbed, but she wouldn't touch it.
He sat up and turned around, lying down again with his mouth poised over her blonde puff of cunt hair. His cock was pointed straight at her mouth. He could feel her warm breath on his wide cockhead. Inch by inch, he moved his aching prick closer to her lips.
Just as his tongue flicked out to graze her clit, she touched the very tip of his cock with her tongue.
Art groaned. His hands slid under her firm asscheeks. He lifted her up to his mouth. His tongue delved into the moist crack of her cunt.
Janie quivered, but she didn't say a single word.
Ever so slowly, Art eased his cock between his sister's parted lips. Her mouth closed around his dick-tip. Her teeth held him firmly while her tongue licked around and around his swollen knob.
His arm muscles tightened, lifting her knees up and out. He buried his face in the warm softness between her legs. His tongue parted her cuntlips. It slid deeply into her pussy-hole. God, she was tight! But she took his tongue in as far as he could push it. Her cunt-muscles held him a willing prisoner in the salty depths of her quivering pussy.
Art felt his sister's hands playing softly with his aching balls. Her mouth opened wider. He slid his cock in, moving slowly. Her tongue was driving him crazy. Her hair brushed his leg as her head moved up and down, sucking on him.
Nuzzling her nose into his hair, she reveled in his musky male scent. Her hips came up and moved in a slow circle, dragging her clit over the tip of his tongue that he stuck out and held firmly with his closed lips.
Art couldn't believe what was happening. Where had she learned to make love so sensuously? She moved easily under his mouth-gracefully, like a cat. His mother was lightning and thunder. His sister was slow, gentle, sexy, in no hurry to climax. She didn't pant and ear at his flesh, like Judy had done. He didn't understand how there could be so much difference between his mom and his sister.
Art licked into her cunt, holding her tightly.
Janie didn't know why she wasn't writhing and bucking under his mouth. She didn't try to Figure out why her fingers weren't tugging on her clitty. She loved to suck her brother's rigid cock, but she was in no hurry to make him come. She had grown up very suddenly. But maybe it was just her instinctive response to Art's gentle lovemaking. Bobbie would have been in her cunt, punching like a rabbit long ago. Janie was learning new things about herself, about boys. Maybe she would be different with every lover she intended to have.
Art eased away from his sister. He turned her onto her side, facing him. She whimpered softly as his throbbing cock slipped out of her mouth. Art was after something else. He was so close to coming from her soft mouth sucking his cock that he had to take it away from her or shoot off. He didn't want to come-not for a long time-but he didn't trust himself. Wait! he told himself.
He pressed her slim legs together, bending them, pushing her knees up. In the light from the full moon he could see her cuntlips, arching out from the softness of the under parts of her thighs. His fingers spread her asscheeks. Just a little. His tongue slid between them. He licked her tight brown hole.
"Mmmm ..."
Her soft moan made his cock throb. When her hand reached out and wrapped around his shaft, he burrowed deep into her asshole. She moved, helping him work his tongue farther and farther inside.
Art felt like his chest was bound with iron straps. He couldn't breathe. His heart thudded against his ribs. His cock jerked in Janie's hand. He wanted to come in her cunt.
She was more than ready to take him. She rolled away, straightening her legs. Her hands urged him to come up over her. Her thighs parted.
He lay between them. Unguided, his hard cock eased into his sister's cunthole. It went in smoothly, slickly-all the way in, balls-deep inside her warm pussy-hole.
Her arms stole around his neck. Her mouth found his. Her tongue flicked over his lips and darted into his open mouth.
Her cunt was so tight around his aching cock that he couldn't believe he had slid into her so easily. But she was wet. Her pussy flowed like a brook. And she was relaxed, moving slowly under him, undulating her hips, stroking his flaming hot cock with her velvety fist of a cunt.
He wrenched his mouth away, gasping for breath.
"Oh my God! Janie, I can't believe this! Who fucked you? Who opened your pussy-hole? Who taught you to make love like this?"
Her soft fingers trailed over his lips. Her cunt squeezed his hard cock.
"That's for me to know," she whispered. "Just fuck me, Art ... easy ... slow-like. I don't want Mom to hear us."
"I don't either!"
His reply was so quick, she grinned at him.
Her mouth found his again. She sucked his tongue, moving under him, fucking his hard cock all the way to the very bottom of her pussy. His arms slid under her, lifting her, pressing her firm tits to his chest. She rolled under his hot body, dragging her erect nipples back and forth, thrilling to the sharp sensations her tingling nipples were sending to her brain.
Her hands pushed him up. He saw her stomach muscles contract as she tilted her cunt up a bit.
Art looked down, following her eyes staring at his hard wet cock sliding in and out of her hot cunt. He shifted a little so the moonlight poured between her parted legs, lighting her soft cuntlips that snuggled so tightly around his shaft.
Her head came up off the pillow. Her lips formed a silent O. Her fingers reached down to spread her pussy-hair, laying it flat.
He could see her cuntlips tucking in when he moved into her.
Together they watched his cock fucking her cunt.
"I never saw anything so beautiful," he murmured.
Her head fell back. Art felt her cunt gripping him so hard he could barely move in her.
She was going to come! Her hips moved faster. Her hands gripped his arms. Her nails dug into his flesh.
"Ah! Ummmmm ... fuck me, Art. Fuck me!"
His cock felt like an iron rod. His hips rose and fell, driving his aching prick into her quivering cunthole. His cum burned its way up his dick channel. It spilled into his sister's hot cunt.
Her legs rose and crossed over his back. Her heels dug into him, holding him tightly. Only his cock moved-jerking, throbbing, pouring his raging hot cum into her.
Her cunt closed around his cock. Her rigid body trembled. Her hands gripped his arms.
"Oh God! I'm coming, Art. So damn hard!"
He held her tightly as wave after wave of hot orgasms swept over her. Ever so slowly her arms released him, and he felt her going limp. Only her cunt seemed to stay alive. It rippled and milked his rigid tool, draining every drop of cum out of him and into her cunt.
Her eyes opened. "You're still hard."
"I know. I'm so hot I don't think it will ever go down."
Her hands reached down and she tugged his cock out of her drenched pussyhole. Janie laid his stiff tool against her clit! Her hips moved up and down. She dragged the sensitive underside of his dick against her open pussy-lips. Her fingers pressed it tightly to her cunt.
"That's heavenly," she breathed. "My clit feels like it's on fire!"
She gasped when he backed away. He lifted her up. His mouth closed over her flaming hot clit.
"Yes!" Janie whispered. "Lick me ... eat my pussy. Make me come again! Turn around ... I want to suck on your cock."
They slid into a sixty-nine, lying on their sides. His arms went between her legs, pulling her hot cunt to his mouth. She moaned. Her mouth sucked greedily on his rigid dick. His tongue probed her hot cunthole, her quivering asshole, back to her sweet-tasting pussy again.
This time Janie came very quickly. Her jaws closed on his cock. His muffled gasp of pain was lost in the depths of his sister's cunthole. Her legs closed. Her body shook like a leaf in a wild windstorm. She slid from one quick climax straight to another. Her teeth raked his sore cock.
He had to get his prick back into her. He had to feel her strong cunt-muscles working on his cock again. He wanted to watch her face while he fucked his sister, to see her eyes close, her lips part, her boobs swell under his hot palms.
"Uh! I'm so tender, Art. Fuck me easy ... easy."
He kept his cock buried to the hilt in her wet cunt. He rolled her over on top of him, fucking steadily but slowly-like she had asked him to do.
The moon disappeared behind a bank of dark clouds. The bedroom was quiet now. Janie lay upon her brother, his cock deep inside her, her head nestled on his chest. They drifted off to sleep, and only the sound of their soft breathing broke the silence of the room.