Chapter 5
Paula Jerome was as unlike her brother Frank Carlisle as black and white. Paula was quiet and shy, a plain looking redhead who wore thick glasses and a simple hair style. She'd been married for five years to a man who took advantage of her good nature and fucked every woman in town with the exception of Paula.
When she decided to leave her husband, there was no where to go but to her brother's.
She hadn't yet met his wife and her two daughters, and Paula was nervous about it, but Frank had told her to get her ass out of her house and move in with them.
The redhead had packed quickly while her husbafid was at work. He had beaten her more than once, and she knew if he found out what she was doing he'd never let her go.
She sighed as she closed her suitcase. When Tim was in a good mood he was a wonderful lover and husband. The trouble was, he wasn't in a good mood very often anymore.
She had an itch in her pussy, but she was getting used to walking round like that. She was horny almost all the time. Embarrassed by the lewd thought, she grabbed her keys and left the house.
On the drive to Frank's house she thought about her sexy brother and her pussy twitched again. God, it's been years since I've'thought about him that way! she thought. Not since we were teenagers and we played doctor and nurse. They hadn't actually done anything, just inspected each other's bodies. She remembered the way Frank had parted her cuntlips and exposed the bright red, slippery meat of her pussy. She blushed now when she remembered how he had slid his fingers all around the inner slime of her gash and dipped a digit into her cunthole. She felt her face get hot, and she tried to drive the wanton thoughts out of her mind. They'd been kids, maybe thirteen and fifteen, and it was crazy to think about it now, but she couldn't help it. She wasn't getting the satisfaction a woman her age should be getting, and she was hot.
Squeezing her thighs together, the redhead gunned the motor and barreled down the highway. She felt freer driving than at any other time. She had her hair pinned up in a ponytail instead of her usual bun, and she wore stylish sunglasses instead of her usual thick eyeglasses. She didn't actually need the glasses to see, but she felt safer behind them. As if there was something between her and the world. She didn't understand why she felt like a different person behind the wheel of a car. Especially on a highway when she could go fast, and people in passing cars didn't know who she was. Maybe that was it. The anonymity, By the time she arrived at Frank and Tina's, her hair hung down her back in a cascade of curls and her face was bronzed by the sun.
"I thought you said she was plain looking," Tina whispered to Frank, staring at her sister-in-law's gorgeous legs and big tits. "She was the last time I saw her." By the time Paula had unpacked and come down to dinner, she looked like her old self. A
simple skirt and blouse and the thick glasses, her hair in a severe bun.
"You sure look different than you looked when you got here, Aunt Paula," Bud said.
"Mind your manners," Tina scolded, serving the meat loaf.
"I don't want to be a burden while I'm here," Paula said. "I want to do my share of the work around here and be treated like one of the family." She ignored Bud's words.
"You are one of the family," Frank said. "You're my sister, remember? I pay the bills around here."
"He's right, dear," Tina said. "But so are you. If it'll make you feel better helping around the house, feel free. I can use the help. These four kids of mine are quite a mess."
She smiled, including Frank as one of her kids, and the ice was broken. When dinner was over, Paula did the dishes and Tina cleared the tables.
"Bud wasn't entirely wrong, honey," Tina said. "You did look gorgeous when you arrived. Why did you pull your hair back like that?"
"Oh, I don't know," Paula said. "I feel self-conscious getting a lot of attention."
Tina stood back and looked admiringly at her sister-in-law's figure.
"If I had those long legs and slim hips and big boobs I'd show them twenty-four hours a day."
Paula grinned. "You're not bad yourself. Frank always did have good taste." She quickly realized what she had said and her face got red. "What I meant was, oh, God, I'm sorry!"
Tina laughed. "Don't apologize, honey. It's okay. It's the second time around for both of us, and it gets better all the time."
By the time they finished in the kitchen, the two women were good friends.
"If that husband of yours calls, we'll just tell him we haven't heard from you, okay?"
Tina said.
"I'd appreciate that," Paula replied. "I've got to get my head together before I decide what to do about my marriage."
The next day the kids were all out and Tina went to visit her mother. Paula decided to keep her mind occupied by polishing the living room furniture and making a cherry pie. She remembered that Frank had always loved cherry pie.
"Hi, Sis, got some lunch for your old brother?" Frank said, his face split in a grin as he snuck up behind her and grabbed her around the waist.
She whirled around. "Oh, God, you startled me!"
He kept his hands on her waist, but turned her around so they faced each other. "Why the fuck don't you take those damn glasses off? You don't need them to see."
Without waiting for an answer, he took the glasses off her face and tossed them onto an end table.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" she said;
"What do you think you're doing covering up those gorgeous eyes? And another thing, this hairdo!"
Grabbing her hair, he pulled the pins out and the bun fell apart. Her thick dark red curls sprang free, falling over her shoulders and down her back.
"Shit, Sis, you're a knockout!" he hissed. She pushed him away and moved out of his arms. "Let's go in the kitchen and I'll fix lunch," she said, wondering if he could know that her pussy was juiced-up.
Think clean and non-lewd thoughts, she told herself. Don't think about Frank's cock and how lovely and big it used to get when we were kids and fooling around.
In the kitchen, she put some canned soup on the stove to heat and started to make sand- wiches.
"So, what's happening with the old man?" Frank said, his eyes on her ass as she took salami and cheese out of the refrigerator.
"It's the same old thing."
"He's fucking every broad in town, huh? Except you."
She blushed. "That's about it."
"Remember how we used to monkey around when we were kids?" he said, running his fingers lightly up and down her arm. "We played show and didn't tell, remember?"
She smiled despite herself. "Oh, Frank, that was so long ago."
"I would have given my right arm to fuck you, Sis," he said, no longer smiling. "I still would."
"Don't talk like that," she whispered. "Not even kidding. "It's not right." But she was pleased. Her heart pounded and her body tingled. She was happy Frank still found her sexually appealing. It's not like I plan to do anything about it, she told herself. It's no crime to be glad that a man finds me sexy. Sleeping with a husband every night who turned around and went to sleep was demoralizing, and she could use all the flattery she could get.
Frank got up from the chair and took two beers out of the refrigerator. Then he walked back to where Paula was fixing the sandwiches and put his arm around her waist, this time nuzzling his face into her neck and dropping his hands around to caress her belly.
"Oh, Frank," she protested mildly, melting against his body.
"Come on, Sis," he murmured in her ear. "We've got the house to ourselves. Tina won't be home till late and the kids won't bother us. Come on. You need it, honey."
He kissed her neck and ran his tongue into her ear. She tried to struggle free, but then he wrapped his fingers around her tits and she sighed and relaxed in his arms.
"We've got to stop this!" she moaned. "It's incest, Frank!"
He ran one hand under her skirt and fondled her bare ass and thigh.
"That's only a word frigid women and gay guys put to a perfectly natural thing," he said, as he steered her out of the kitchen and upstairs into her bedroom.
"Take your clothes off!" he hissed, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants off his feet.
"Oh, God, I don't know!"
"Listen to your big brother," he chuckled. "Have I ever steered you wrong? I told you not to marry that asshole husband of yours."
By now Frank was naked, his prick half hard and dripping cockjuice. Paula could no longer resist. God, help me! she thought. God forgive me, I've got to have his cock! I've got to have his lovely cock reaming my cunt!
Now the redhead quickly unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Then she pulled her tee-shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. Her big round tits sprang free, and Frank grunted.
"Jesus, they're gorgeous!" he hissed, grabbing her by both tits and rubbing his palms over her nipples.
He pushed her down on the bed and crouched between her thighs. "Do you know how long I've wanted to sink my mouth into your gash?" He licked his lips suggestively, pointing his tongue at her wide open, hairy pussy.
She moaned when his tongue slithered over the hot lips of her cunt. It felt wonderful when he ran the flat of his tongue from her asshole to her clit and back again.
She pumped her hips and tried to capture his tongue with her cunthole, but he teased her by flicking and sucking all around her hungry hole. She wailed when he whipped her clit and than ran ruYtongue up to her asshole.
She wriggled around and tried to make him stop. "Frank, that's not right!" she hissed, desperately trying to get his tongue away from her shitter.
But she loved it! A chill ran up her spine and her pussy gushed juice as he licked and lapped her asshole. He fucked his tongue over her clit one more time and then he sat up and grinned at her.
"Delicious! Now suck me, Sis. Get your old brother good and hard and I'll give you the fucking you deserve."
He leaned back against the headboard and now she crouched over him. She took his prick in her hand and gazed at it lovingly. She realized she'd wanted to do this ever since they were kids, and she was finally getting the opportunity. Smiling up at her older brother, she swooped down and gobbled up his fuckpole while he relaxed against the pillows.
He tangled his fingers in her long red hair, and murmured to her. * That's the way to suck a cock!" he said, pulling her mouth more firmly against his prick. "That's cocksucking, honey. That's cocksucking. That sonofabitch. husband of yours doesn't know shit from shinola!"
Then he closed his eyes as she stuffed her mouth with his male-meat. She pulled back until only his cockhead was in her mouth, and she sucked and slurped on the mushroom-shaped knob. Then she worked the ring of her lips down his cockshaft until her nose rested in his crotch bush.
Gripping his dick-root, she sucked and licked his knob each time she slid the ring of her lips down his shaft.
"I'm gonna blast off!" he grunted.
She pulled her mouth off his cock and closed her fingers around his cockshaft, pumping his prick. "Come! I want to watch your face when you come!"
"Are you sure?" he growled.
"Yes, I'm sure!" Her eyes glittered as she pumped his prick. She was thrilled to be able to give him pleasure. Her brother was, after all, her first love. Watching his face in the throes of ecstasy, ecstasy produced by her mouth and hands, was an incredible turn-on.
With a groan, he leaned back and let it happen. His eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched. Soon his whole body stiffened and he grunted that he was blasting off.
Paula's eyes were on the cockhead. She gurgled with pleasure when foaming, frothy jism began gushing out of his pisshole. Her eyes darted from his cock to his face. She wanted to watch his cock-cream pour out of his dick, and she wanted to see his face as he shot off.
"Here it comes, Sis!" he grunted. "AAAHHH! AAAHHH! AAAHHH! OH, MOMMA!"
She continued pumping his cockshaft and his thick ropy spunk drenched her hand. She had never seen a man's face like this when he'd come and it was incredibly exciting. Tim never let her see him like this, never let her watch his prick when it exploded a load of hot lava. He hardly ever let her suck him and he never sucked her.
When Frank's orgasm was over, Paula got up and went to the bathroom for a towel. She came back to the bed and wiped his cock and balls and washed her hands. Then, on an impulse, she sucked his cock back into her mouth. Frank groaned, and she could feel the stirrings of a hard-on.
"Stick your finger in my asshole, Sis," he grunted. "I'll get hard again fast that way." She'd never stuck her finger in a man's asshole in her life, but for some reason the prospect wasn't distasteful to her. Purring, she fingered his balls and moved her hand underneath to find his asshole. She found the puckered little ring and slowly pushed a finger inside the grommet.
He grunted, pulling his legs back to give her room. "Shit, Sis, you're a trip, you know it?"
She blushed. "I've never done this before."
"You're a natural. Move it in and out, slow and easy."
She began finger-fucking his brownie. His cock was getting good and hard again as she gently jabbed her finger in and out of his bung.
"Okay, Sis, let's fuck!" he croaked, sitting up on the bed and pushing her down. Gasping with lust, the redhead wantonly opened her legs for her brother. He grinned down at her, moving one of her legs further back and licking and nibbling at her thighs. He licked up and down one inner thigh and then the other, and Paula closed her eyes and almost came.
He rolled her over onto her belly, and the redhead groaned when he ran his hand over her asscheeks. Bending down, he licked and kissed her plump white assflesh, pinching and fondling her smooth skin and moving his lips down into the crack of her ass. He clutched her assflesh more forcefully, licking and sucking until she moaned.
She cried out when he ran his tongue into her asscrack, holding her breath when his hot wet tongue pushed in between her asscheeks.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, Sis," he said. "Don't tell Ma!"
Fisting his cockshaft, he worked his cockhead into her cunthole. She wailed when he pushed forward and sank his big rod inch by lovely inch inside her steaming, slippery cunthole.
Clutching her hips, he began pounding his cock into her hungry fuck-hole. She pushed back against his thrusting poker, yelling for him to fuck her harder. The feel of his cock pressing against her clit and filling her pussy drove her wild.
"I wanna see your face!" he grunted, pulling his cock out of her cunt and pushing her over on her back. Then he moved back into the saddle of her thighs and she wrapped her legs around him to draw him closer.
Once again he fit his cockhead into the mouth of her pussy and plunged forward. Growling, he drove the full length of his fuckpole inside her snatch until his balls slapped her asscheeks.
"Oh, my God, that's too good!" she wailed. "Kiss me!"
He clamped his mouth over hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She sucked it in as they writhed and moaned together on the bed. They fucked like that, each time his cock stroked into her cunt his tongue stroked into her mouth.
He ended the kiss when he began fucking her faster. He worked his prick in and out of her cunt with piston-like strokes now, the hard fucking bringing a wail of pleasure out of her throat.
The redhead arched her back and pumped her ass, grinding her crotch back at his cock. They came together, her eyes closed, her heels banging his back. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were wild as he shot his hot load of spunk into her hungry fuck-channel.