Chapter 4
Kristy lay in her bed the next morning and thought about how much fun she had had with her champions the night before. They had all been good and manly and they had all battered her in just the way that she liked to be battered. The girl lay under the sheet naked and felt her pussy quivering with thoughts of sex. Even though she had been royally fucked by five young studs the night before, she wanted more fucking now. That was just the way that Kristy was. She could never get enough of sex.
She wondered who she would fuck on this day. She had no doubt that she would be able to get a man for at least a couple of hours on this Saturday afternoon, but she wanted someone special, someone different, someone who could give her a thrill as her first man had given her thrills.
That had been Tim.
Kristy ran her hands over her body as she thought of Tim and remembered the afternoon that she had first met him. She loved this memory and she conjured it up on several lazy mornings such as this one, when she needed a good little self-induced orgasm before she got out of bed.
She ran her fingers over the clit and closed her eyes and took a deep breath and remembered Tim.
It had been two years before and Kristy had only been living in this small town for two days when she was walking down the sidewalk on that spring day. She was looking at the old houses and remembering that her mother had told her that this town was very historical, the place where many great things had happened. Nothing great was happening in the town on that day. Everyone seemed a little sleepy and Kristy wanted something great to happen to her, something to make this town truly real to her now that she knew she would have to spend the next few years there.
Then the young man in the convertible had pulled up beside her and Kristy had stopped when she heard the man say hello to her.
That was the beginning of that something great that she had been yearning for.
The young man was about nineteen or twenty years old, she reckoned. He had bright red hair, like fire, she thought and he was sitting in his open car with his shirt off. His muscles were bulging under his skin and he looked like some kind of athlete, like a champion athlete, she thought.
And, even then, she had been attracted to champions.
"Hi," he said again, flashing her a bright smile, "my name is Tim."
"Hi," the young girl said, walking toward his car, "my name is Kristy."
"You must be new here. I know that I don't remember seeing you around town before and I know that I would remember it if I had ever seen a sexy, little thing like you."
The young girl giggled and blushed, but she was happy that she had attracted him so quickly. She knew that he was right too. She was sexy in her girlish way. Her tits were already growing and her ass was nice and rounded. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a loose shirt that was unbuttoned to the bottom of her girlish tits. She was not wearing a bra.
Kristy had dressed like that because she wanted to attract boys. She had been giving some thought to fucking recently. She had never tried it, but she knew that she wanted to try it. She wanted to fuck a sexy man, a real man. She had dated a few boys back in Hollywood, but they had always seemed a little queer to her, like would-be pansies in the Hollywood scene. But, now that she looked at Tim, she could tell that he was the real man that she had been looking for. There was nothing pansy-ish about him. He seemed to be all man.
Kristy leaned over his car and grinned at him.
"You are cute," Tim said. "Would you like to go for a ride with me?"
"Okay," the girl chirped. She ran around the car and got in on the passenger's side.
As Tim drove with her around the town in his flashy convertible, she wondered if she should tell him the truth, that she was only thirteen. She decided that she would not tell him unless he asked. He probably could tell that she was not all that old and maybe that is what he liked about her. If she did not bring up the subject, that she was just thirteen and that she was still a virgin, it would probably be for the best, she thought. She did not want to take the chance of frightening this real man away. She wanted him to fuck her, to show her what it was like.
"You are new in town?" he asked again.
"Yes," Kristy said, "I just moved here two days ago."
"Where did you move from?"
"California."
"California, eh?" Tim said with a grin. Then he sang a line from the old rock and roll song, "I wish they all could be California girls."
Kristy did not tell him that she was the daughter of Marsha Billings, the famous, reclusive movie star. She did not want Tim to fuck her because he thought that she was famous. She wanted Tim to like her and fuck her just because she was Kristy sitting there in the tight jeans in his car and yearning for him and making herself available for anything that he wanted to do to her.
"Let's go out by the lake," Tim suggested. "Then we will just sit and talk."
"Okay."
She liked that idea and she sensed from the way that Tim was looking at her that he wanted to do more than just sit and talk to her. She studied his muscled body as he drove to the edge of town. She liked the way that he moved, with grace, strong grace. And she liked his fiery red hair too. He looked very sexy and very manly, but yet she was not in the least frightened of him. She figured that, in a way, she was going to use Tim. She was going to let this man show her about sex and make her into a woman. He would get pleasure of it too, but she would get both pleasure and fine experience, knowledge about sex. She had been thinking about it and she was eager to try out some of the things that she had come up with, some of the things that she thought a man might enjoy having a girl do to him. She was going to try all of those things out on Tim.
Soon they were by the lake. Tim pulled into a spot that was surrounded by trees and stopped the car. He turned to Kristy and grinned.
"Want to get out and walk for a while?" he asked.
She looked down at the bucket seats in the car. Naturally, they would have to get out. No one would be able to fuck in bucket seats, she thought and the back seat was very small too.
"Sure," she said with a grin, tossing her hair as she nodded her head.
She was surprised that she was not nervous. Even though she wanted it, she had always assumed that she would be nervous when the time came for her first fuck. And this was obviously that time. Something in the way that Tim looked at her told her that that was all that he was interested in and something in her own soul told her that she was only interested in fucking too. But she was not nervous. Perhaps, she thought as she got out of the car, she was just a natural at it. Perhaps this was what she had been meant to do from the day that she had been born.
As they walked through the little clump of trees that grew down by the lake, Tim put his arm around Kristy and held her close to his muscled body. He was not very tall, just a couple of inches taller than she was, but he was very strong. She knew that he would be a perfect match for her on this sunny afternoon.
They stood there in the middle of the trees and kissed for the first time. Kristy shivered as Tim held her and kissed her. She had kissed other boys before, but they had been queer Hollywood boys, boys who seemed cold and silly. But this was a real man and this kiss was the start of something that they both knew would end in full and wonderful sex. That is what made the kiss better than any other that she had had, Kristy thought. That is what made the kiss something special to her. She ran her fingers through Tim's red hair as they kissed and opened her mouth to his tongue.
She could feel her pussy quiver as he held her close to run his lips over her neck. She was a natural at this, she thought again. She had never felt so good before as she felt at this moment. She felt that Tim consumed her, that she had no will of her own and she liked that. She wanted to surrender to this man and learn from him, learn everything that she could about sex and fucking and feeling good and warm.
As Tim kissed her neck and smelled her clean, dark hair, Kristy whispered to him, just to let him know that she understood what they both wanted.
"I want to fuck you, Tim," she murmured. "And I want you to fuck me."
The red haired young man pulled back and grinned down at her.
"I want to fuck you too, Kristy," he said with a soft voice.
But then the truth came out before Kristy even noticed it. It was as if she could not hold it in her any longer, as if she just had to tell the red haired a man the greatest truth of her life.
"I have never done it before, but I want to do it now, Tim," she said. "I want to do it with you and I want it to be very good for both of us."
Then she had paused, afraid that she had frightened him away with her admission of virginity. She knew that a lot of guys did not like virgins. But she relaxed when she felt Tim's arms tighten around her back and she saw his smile return to his face. He did not mind that she was a virgin at all.
"All right, Kristy," he said. "I will try to make this very good for you."
Then, together, they went down on the soft ground and lay there in each other's arms and Tim kissed the girl again with a soft, sexy kiss. He ran his hand over her shirt and felt those budding tits that were so sensitive to this, the first touch of a strange hand. But his hand felt very good too. He moved his hand inside the shirt and ran his finger around one of her nipples and Kristy whimpered when he touched her that. She pulled him close to her and kissed his face as he continued to circle her nipple with his finger slowly and softly. He was going to take his time, she realized and she liked that. She liked it because she wanted to remember everything that this man, her first man, did for her. She knew that he would be the man by whom she would judge all other men in her life.
Tim unbuttoned the rest of her shirt buttons and pulled the thing open and looked down at those young, soft tits. He lowered his face to one of them, to the nipple that he had been touching and she shivered when she felt him kiss that nipple with his mouth. She gasped when he stuck out his tongue and let the tongue run around her nipple as his finger had done. Kristy lay there and felt this new feeling that he was giving to her and felt her pussy grow moist with oil of lust too.
She had chosen well, she thought. This man would teach her a lot about fucking and sex and feeling good.
Tim raised the girl up in his arms and pushed the shirt down her back. She helped him to get the shirt off her body and then they held each other close again and kissed. The feel of her bare tits on his bare, muscled chest made her think of coming home, of safe return. And she knew that this was what she was meant to do with her life.
The red-haired, young man began to move his hand over the crotch of her jeans, pressing the fabric against her quaking, young pussy and making Kristy shiver with even more delight. She moved her hand over his jeans and did the same thing. She moved her fingers over the hardness that pulsed in his pants and she found that hardness very attractive. She knew something about fucking. She knew what caused such a hardness in a man. And she wanted to see that prick. She wanted to unzip his pants and pull that cock out and take a look at it. She had never seen one before, but she knew that there was no time like the present.
Still, she was not nervous, even as she unzipped his jeans and reached inside them and felt the cock. He wore no underwear and that made Kristy deliciously happy. She pulled the prick slowly out of his jeans and curled her fingers around it. She stroked it and wondered if she was doing the right thing. When she heard Tim moan and felt him kiss her face with feverish, little pecks, she knew that she was doing the right tiling, the thing that all men wanted women to do with them and their cocks.
Then she looked down at the thing that grew hard and straight in her hand and she gasped with amazement. It seemed so big. She wondered if she would ever be able to get that whole thing in her tiny, girlish cunt. It was big and long and meaty and it turned pink as the blood filled it, pink like a sunset. She continued to stroke it and continued to feel the thing throb in her fingers until Tim made a suggestion to her, a whispered suggestion that thrilled her more than anything that any person had ever said to her before.
"Why don't you put it in your mouth, Kristy?" he said. "Girls like to suck on my cock."
"Do they really?" she asked, her eyes wide with amazement. She realized that the thought of sucking that cock had come to her for just an instant but she had pushed it out of her head as something that no girl in her right mind would do. Now he was telling her that it was normal to want to suck on that thing because it looked so meaty, but she needed just a bit of re-enforcement.
"Yes," he said with a nod of his head, "girls do. A lot of girls like to suck on cocks. And it makes the boys feel good when the girls do that. I will tell you what, Kristy. We will get the rest of our clothes off and then you can suck my cock while I lick out your little pussy."
"You would do that?"
I kissed her before he answered her in a soft voice.
"I would love to do that."
And so they had done it. They had taken off their clothes and they had lain there on the ground. First, Tim had put his face between Kristy's firm, girlish legs and had run his tongue deep into her pussy. She had felt like something electrical when he had done that. She had felt charged with sexual energy. Then she had sucked on his cock, had taken the tip of that thing into her little mouth and moved her head back and forth as she pressed her lips tight around the piece of meat.
It felt so good in her mouth. It felt like some wonderful, little animal that was alive in there, making a home in her mouth because it liked the environment so much.
And then they had fucked.
She had been a little nervous then. The frightened, shaky feeling had hit her as Tim had lifted her onto his cock while he lay on his back on the ground. She had taken a deep breath and had tried to keep her courage up, but the idea of sitting with that huge organ in her little pussy did scare her a little bit.
"Do you think that it will fit?" she has asked Tim quickly, as she started to move back onto the upraised cock.
"Sure," he said. "There will be a little pain at first when your hymen breaks but then the pussy will stretch and it will be very comfortable."
Kristy took another deep breath and nodded her head.
"Okay," she said.
And she had moved back onto the cock. Tim had held his prick steady with one hand and kept the other hand on her thigh so that she would not forget that she was with him, that he would help her through this new experience. That touch that he gave her made her feel like a real woman.
There had been some pain and some blood when the hymen had broken. She had bled all over Tim's loins. But that had not stopped either of them from fucking, from fucking like blazing fire, she thought, looking at his red hair as he grunted and bucked under her. They fucked like fire.
As Kristy thought about this on this Saturday morning, she fingered her clit and knew that she was coming near an orgasm. She would remember one more thing that Tim had done to her that day, the thing that she always remembered just before she came. She liked to remember it because it seemed to be so warm and so gentle.
When they were through with their first fuck session of the afternoon, with her first fucking of her life, they stood up and kissed each other again and then Tim had picked her up and cradled her against his chest while her arms were around his neck. He had run with her in his arms into the water of the lake and they had splashed into that water, laughing and feeling the water cool their hot, young bodies.
And Kristy had been happy with Tim because she had known by that moment, when they were in the water together, that they were real lovers, that her life had started anew and that she had found the one thing that she was really good at, the one thing that she would continue to do with many men for a long time.
Kristy thought of that water splashing against her naked body as Tim held her close to him and stood there in the lake and she came with a wonderful, warm, morning feeling. She bucked on the bed and fingered her clit and ran her fingers quickly in and out of her young pussy and came.
Then she relaxed and rested and remembered that she had not seen Tim after that afternoon.
She wondered who he was, where he was. She wanted to find him and thank him for what he had given her. That was one of her fantasies, finding Tim now that she had a lot of experience and fucking him again and running into some water with him holding her and regaining that special feeling that she had had when she was just a young girl.
But she did not know if she would ever really find him. No one in the town seemed to know him. He had said that he was from the town on that afternoon, had implied it when he had said that he had not seen her around the town before, but no one in that town seemed to know anything about a red-haired muscled man in a convertible who fucked like crazy.
At times, Kristy thought that Tim had just been a figment of her imagination. But she knew that he could not be that. She knew that he was real, for he had really fucked her, had really taken her virginity, had really given her something that she would cherish forever.
She hated thinking about the fact that she had never seen Tim again. She hated it because it always added a sense of sadness to her early morning orgasm, but she always thought about that after she had come with her memories of Tim. She always thought about that and felt the sadness invade her like an enemy army.
Kristy got out of the bed and pulled on a robe and looked out her bedroom window. The sun was high in the sky. She looked at the clock next to her bed. It was ten in the morning, but the house was still quiet. She knew that her mother slept late almost every day and that Jeff slept late sometimes on Saturday mornings. Suddenly, Kristy did not want to be alone on this morning. She felt the sadness in her and she went out of her room, went down the hallway in search of some friend, some person who would help her fight off the sadness, someone who would listen to her story.
She paused by her mother's bedroom door. She thought for a second that she would go in and talk to her mother but she quickly determined that that would not be the right thing to do. Her mother did not want to hear about Kristy's sadness. She had enough sadness of her own to keep her company. And she would not want to hear about Kristy's sex life because she wanted her children to keep their sex lives secret from her as she kept so many secrets from them.
Kristy sighed. She did not know what to do.
And then she saw the door to her brother's bedroom door.
Jeff, she thought. Jeff would listen to her story. He always listened to anyone who wanted to talk to him because he was ashamed of his stammer, because he did not want to talk himself.
And Jeff was her brother and he loved her. He had even protected Kristy when she was just a little girl, before she had grown up and turned into a sad girl who was a natural at fucking.
She would visit Jeff, the girl determined quickly.
Kristy walked to Jeff's door and raised her hand, thinking about knocking on it. But she decided that she did not need to do that. She would just go in and wake her brother up and talk to him softly while he listened with his blue eyes filled with compassion for her.
Kristy tightened the cord that held the robe closed around her body and opened the door and looked at her brother and was shocked for a moment.
Jeff was lying on the bed naked with his hand curled around his cock. He was beating off.
When he saw his sister standing there, he turned pale and he pulled his hand off his cock and grabbed the sheet and pulled it over his body.
Kristy walked into the room, studying her brother's embarrassed face. Then she thought that it was not so strange to find that he beat his meat. After all, he was a male.
She looked him over. He was a very sexy male too, she thought.
She smiled at him and moved to his bed and Jeff moved to one side of the bed to give his little sister room to sit down.
As Kristy moved toward the bed, she was already considering it. She had seen his cock in his hand. It was very long and nice and sexy. He was her brother, she kept thinking, but he was also a male and she wondered if he would be good at fucking. She sat down on the edge of the bed and smiled at him.
"Hi, Jeff," she said, "can we talk?"
By then her brother had gotten rid of most of his embarrassment. He smiled back at his little sister and nodded his head.
"Good," she said, touching his bare chest with her fingers, touching him not like a sister would touch a brother but as a girl would touch a boy that she found very sexy. "It has been a long time since we talked."
Jeff did not say anything, as usual. He just lay there and looked at his sister.
So Kristy wanted to talk, he thought. He wondered what she would want to talk to him about. It was probably about sex, he thought. He had heard the stories around the school, stories about Kristy dancing naked for boys and fucking them. He had not liked those stories, but there was something about his little sister that told him that all of those stories were probably true. She was the type of girl who would do anything for a thrill. And she had been looking at boys with interest for years.
But she had never wanted to talk to him about it before.
Jeff was a little unsure of himself. He had not had the sexual experience that he imagined that his little sister had had. But he had had a very good experience the night before with that blonde woman. She had given him just the kind of feeling that he most enjoyed. In fact, he had been remembering that woman this morning, remembering her and beating off, when Kristy had walked in on him. But his memories of that blonde women were getting confused again that morning, confused with his thoughts about his mother, the blonde in leather. That would trouble him later on, he was sure of that.
So he was sort of glad that Kristy had interrupted him and that now she wanted to talk. He did not care really what she wanted to talk about. Anything was better than thinking about your own mother worshipping you in black leather, he thought.
Kristy smiled down on him and he smiled back.
"I am sad, Jeff," she said.
And, even though she was smiling when she said it, she did seem sad. There was a certain hollowness in her voice that Jeff noticed. He reached up and put his hand on her shoulder and tried to comfort his little sister in a brotherly fashion.
"I am sad because I was thinking of the first man that I ever had sex with this morning, Jeff," Kristy said, "and I was thinking that I never saw him again."
The teen-aged girl leaned forward and whispered the next bit to her brother as if they were part of some great conspiracy.
"I do not even know his last name, Jeff. Does that make me a whore?"
Jeff shook his head quickly. He was not sure how he felt about Kristy's admission. He was not sure if he did consider her a whore or not, but he did not want his little sister to think of herself that way. He wanted her to be happy with her life and he was willing to do anything that he could to make her happy with her life.
And the way that she was leaning over him, with her body almost lying on his, made him think something else too. It reminded him that his little sister was a sexy, little tiling, the kind of girl that all men liked to hold.
Jeff kept his hand on his sister's shoulder and rubbed it. She looked at his blue eyes and thought that her silent brother looked very good and he felt very hard under her body. His muscles were hard and his flesh was cool and something else was hard too, that thing that he had held in his hand when she had walked into his room, his manly prick. That was hard and it seemed to be growing harder and longer and even more manly as she lay there on his chest and looked into his eyes.
She did not care that it was wrong. She did not care that the thoughts that were running through her brain at that moment were thoughts of incest. She needed this fucking and she sensed that her brother needed this fucking too, that he had the same thoughts moving like lightning through his brain as he touched her and comforted her in his brotherly way.
"Jeff," Kristy said. "I need a fucking so bad. I need to forget the sadness."
And then she moved her face to his and kissed him passionately on the mouth.
For some reason, Jeff discovered that he was not surprised by her movement and her kiss. And he was not repulsed by it. His sister was a sexy young thing with soft, girlish skin and big, brown eyes that seemed to take in everything about him at once. And this fucking would make her happy, the silent young man thought. She had said that it would make her happy and he wanted to make his little sister happy. That was another one of his goals in life.
Kristy opened her mouth as she kissed him, Jeff opened his mouth too and pressed his tongue up into her mouth as her fingers ran over his face and as she moved her body against his and lay down on the bed. She moved gracefully, like a dancer and she did not even break the kiss as she lay down next to her body and put her arms around his thin, handsome, cool frame. She ran her hands over his sides and she rolled with him so that he was then on top of her. Then she put her hands on the small of his back and ran her fingers down to his firm buttocks. She had to admit it. Her brother's body turned her on. She felt his ass and pushed him close to her and felt the hardness of the cock jab her thigh as they lay like that on the bed. And she heard Jeff gasp too, gasp with pleasure and sexual excitement. Kristy knew then that she had pleased him, that she was going to give him a good fucking, one that they would both enjoy.
Jeff was not thinking that this was his sister. He was only thinking that this was a girl, a sexy girl who had touched him and told him that he needed this fucking. As he kissed her face and throat, his fingers worked in the cord that held the robe closed and untied that cord. Then he pulled the robe apart and felt her own soft flesh against his.
It was cool in the morning and a little damp and she smelled musty, as if she had already played with herself. He liked that musty smell on a woman. The night before, he had enjoyed the second fuck with Jessica more than the first fuck because he was attracted to that smell on her body, the smell that told him that this female had been hot before and would be hot again for him.
Kristy gave her brother a little kiss on the mouth and then pushed him away from her for a second. She smiled at him as she pushed because she did not want Jeff to think that she was rejecting him, that she was repulsed by him because he was her brother, that she had changed her mind about fucking him. She just wanted to get the robe off. She wanted to be naked as he was naked. Jeff understood and moved back from her and kicked the sheet that was still between them down to the bottom of the bed. He watched his little sister and she sat up and pulled the robe off. She moved on the bed until the robe was away from her body and then, smiling at him, she pushed the robe onto the floor and lay back, naked and sexy in her brother's bed.
Jeff did not go to her right away. He just looked at her. Her tits were nice and rounded and her pussy was covered with dark hair. Her legs were tanned and firm and strong, the kind of legs that he would like to have around him while he fucked, he thought. He knew that his sister liked to dance and he heard those stories about her dancing naked for boys. He suddenly wanted her to dance for him too.
She grinned up at him as he looked at her and that grin gave him the courage to make his request.
"K-K-Kristy," he said softly.
"Yes?"
She continued to grin as she waited for him to say what he wanted to say. She was willing to do anything that her brother wanted her to do. She reached up and ran the fingers of one hand over his chest as if to reassure him with her touch, reassure him that everything was all right, that she was willing and eager and ready to please him in any way that she could.
"Will you dance for me?" he asked.
The question came out quickly and he did not stutter at all. It sounded like he wanted to get it out before he did stutter, before he had time to shame himself with his speech impediment.
"Sure, Jeff," the girl said, pulling her brother to her again and kissing him lightly on the mouth as she felt his muscles on her tits. She grinned again. "Sure, I will dance for you. You are my brother and you are very special to me."
Jeff moved away from Kristy and then the young sister rolled off the bed and stood with her back turned to Jeff. She was sorry that she did not have any music, like the special music that she used when she danced for her champions. But she did not need that music, she thought quickly. She had music in her head and in her pussy, music that was orchestrated by the lust that she felt for her handsome brother at that very moment. She would dance for him like that and make him feel good and manly as he watched her. She had done it for other boys. She could certainly do it for him, she thought. He was her brother and he was very special for her.
Jeff lay on the bed and waited for his sister to start her dance. He watched her sexy back as she stood there, preparing herself for her dance. Her bare back was strong and her butt was rounded and her legs were firm and sexy. She was sexy all over, he thought and he counted himself lucky to have such a sister, such a little sexpot who was now going to give him something very good to start his day with.
Kristy raised her arms high over her head and bent one arm so that she could run the fingers of one hand down her other arm. She started to move with sexy, little jerks, listening to some silent music in her own head. Jeff thought that she also moved like a girl who was getting ready to fuck. She twitched her ass back and forth and then she turned quickly and showed her brother her tits, taut and high in that position and her furry-haired, young box.
She danced toward her brother's bed and then away from it, moving sexily and slowly, teasing him a little bit. He smiled at her teasing because he knew that she meant to fuck him in just a few minutes. That made it bearable for him. She smiled too and she looked at him and stuck out her tongue and licked her full, red lips, as if she were anticipating something good to eat. He noticed that she looked at his cock when she did that and that made him very proud of his prick and very proud of his sister too. Kristy lowered her arms and put her hands on her rounded ass and shoved her pelvis forward, shoved it at her brother. She leaned back slightly and spread her legs and showed him her sweet pinkness and he grinned and licked his lips with anticipation too. She saw that and noticed that he was mocking her own moving and she chuckled at little bit and then moved back from his bed. She moved down in a squatting position and then fell back and caught herself on her hands. In that position, her cunt was very open and very pink.
Then she jumped up to her feet with grace and ran to the bed and climbed on it as if she were climbing a staircase. She stood over her brother as he looked up at her. She stood on the bed with her little hands on her hips and she looked down at him as he stared up at her open slit and saw the juices roll out of that slit and smelled that aroma that he liked so much, that aroma that came from a female when she was hot and ready to get it on.
Jeff reached down and began to stroke his already half-hard cock with his right hand. He moved his left hand over the soft flesh that was inside his sister's thigh. Then Kristy moved up his body until she was standing over his chest and she slowly lowered herself to his body. She moved her wet, furry pussy over the hairless chest and tickled her brother that way. He grinned at her and continued to stroke himself and then Kristy leaned forward.
Her rounded, girlish tit was in his face and she was holding herself up on her hands that were flat on either side of his head. He put his hand on her tit and brought it to his lips and sucked on the girlish nipple and he felt his sister shiver with ecstasy as she moved her cunt over his chest again and tickled him some more with the soft hair that grew there. He also felt the moist juices rolling onto his chest and he knew that Kristy was sharing something with him, something that was special and feminine. Those juices caused that fuck odor that he liked so much. As he sucked on his sister's tip, he knew that he would smell like a fucked, hot, eager girl too, that he would carry some of those juices and some of that aroma with him after this experience was over.
Jeff took his hand off his cock and put both of his hands on his sister's butt and pushed her up. He wanted her to sit on his face, to let him taste that sweet part of her. He had tasted that blonde woman the night before in that way and he wanted to compare. Something told him that his sister would even be sweeter than the blonde, although the blonde had been very sweet indeed. Kristy understood what he wanted and moved her tit out of his mouth and eased her body up his body and lowered her pussy on his feverish lips. She held the cunt a little bit above his head and waited for her brother's tongue to come out and invade her.
And the tongue did just that.
When it moved into her opened cunt, the girl gasped with her own feverish sexual fire and then moved down on her brother's face and let that tongue go deep into her, play around in her. She let her brother tongue out all of her juices. She was willing to give this blond, silent boy anything that he wanted and he could have all of the sexual oils of her body if he wanted that.
Kristy was sweeter than the blonde, Jeff thought as his tongue moved into her. She was sweet as honey, young and fresh honey. The girl lay back on her brother's body and rested there and Jeff raised his head so that his tongue could still work in that honey-hole. Then he pulled his tongue out of her and noticed that Kristy was very pink too, pink with girlish youth. He liked that and he liked the dark hair that grew around her pinkness. That hair was soft and smelled of that aroma that he liked so much. It was damp with her juice and his saliva too. Jeff kissed around on the outside of the cunt and then raised his tongue up to the clit and struck that piece of meat again and again with his tongue as his sister lay on his body and shivered and sighed and jerked with every movement. It seemed to Jeff that she was still dancing, still moving to a musical beat as she lay there with her body on his body and her hair moving against his cock. He liked the feel of that soft, dark hair on his cock. It was a tickling, tingling feeling that made him want to dance too.
Then Kristy moved her pussy away from his tongue and turned on his body as if it were a stage on which she was dancing, crawling around and filling the audience with lust. She turned so that she faced that cock and she took that prick in her girlish hand and she held it while she stuck out her tongue and licked the head of the prick.
Jeff just lay there and let her do it. It felt so good and he knew that she was getting it ready for something that would feel even better, something that would make both him and his sister very happy.
Kristy moved her firm, young body down her brother's body just a little and moved her head over the cock. Then she opened her mouth and sucked the tool into her. She bobbed her head up and down on his prick, making it stronger and harder with each movement, with each sucking motion.
She ran her fingers over the tight balls and played with them as she sucked and Jeff was lifted into heaven by what his little sister was doing to him.
Then he looked at her pink, opened pussy and he raised his tongue up and drove his tongue into her slit with power, power that she had given him with her sucking mouth. He felt Kristy's body tense when he did that, but she did not stop sucking his cock.
Kristy thought that this was a great feeling that she was having with her brother at that moment, this licking and sucking, this giving and getting. They were turning each other on, lifting each other up, helping each other to prepare for the fucking that they were going to do together brother and sister, male and female, lovers in more than just one ordinary way.
Then the girl knew that Jeff's cock was hard enough. It felt like it was going to burst wide open in her hand. And she knew that she was ready, that her cunt was ready for the fucking that he would give her.
She rolled off her brother's body and lay on the bed and grinned at him.
"Now, Jeff?" she asked. "Now we fuck each other?"
Jeff grinned at her and nodded his head.
The young sister moved around on the bed and opened her legs wide and reached out for her stud brother.
"Fuck me, Jeff," she murmured. "Fuck my pussy and make me feel very good."
And Jeff moved to steady himself over her, moved to aim his cock between her opened legs as he looked at that furry hole, that sweet hole that belonged to his little sister.
He moved his body between her legs and then leaned forward and held himself over her and kissed her lips again, kissed her softly, with brotherly, stud love.
Then he held his prick steady with one hand and moved close to her upturned pussy, to the hole that she held open with her own fingers, to the pinkness that she showed him that way. He drove into that pinkness and his sister gasped and lifted her legs and moved them around his body and held him close.
"Batter me, Jeff," she said. "Fuck the shit out of your little sister." Those words made him want to fuck her even more. He drove his cock into her and then pulled it back until just the tip of the shaft was in her. Then he pushed himself toward her again with a forceful fury.
She loved that pushing, that force and she tightened her hold on him and rocked under him and begged him for more.
"Batter my cunt, Jeff. Batter my whore cunt."
And the brother did batter her. He fucked her quickly and she gasped with each move that he made into her cunt. He did not really like it that she had called her cunt a whore cunt. His little sister was not a whore and he wished that he could find the courage to tell her that, that she was not a slut, that she was just a normal, healthy girl who liked to fuck. But he knew that that would take too many words, more words that he could ever find. So he would just have to fuck her and make her happy in that way.
And he fucked her with force. He grunted and she sighed and he began to perspire and the drops of sweat fell from his body to hers. She turned her head toward the window and rocked her body under his fucking force and looked out the window and saw the bright Saturday morning out there.
She was fucking her own brother in his bedroom on a bright morning. She had not even done it in the dark. That was how much of a whore that she was, she thought.
But then she remembered that this was what she had been meant to do. It seemed to her that her mother and her father had made her that way as they created her in her mother's womb. And she had to admit that this fucking from her brother-kinky though it was-was the best fucking that she had ever received in her well-fucked life.
"You are great, Jeff." she murmured to him.
And she pulled her brother's body down on hers and kissed his neck and shoulders and tasted the salty sweat that hung on his flesh like water from a lake. She remembered the way that Tim, the man from her past had baptized her into her new life after he had fucked her for the first time and she thought that her brother's sexy sweat was baptizing her again, making her a new person again, a girl who was so sexy that she would fuck even her own brother.
And enjoy that fucking more than any other she had ever gotten.
Jeff continued to batter her as Kristy felt her orgasm build in her body. She felt the heat and she knew that it was only a matter of time until she came. She hoped that she could come with Jeff, so that they could truly share everything on this sunny Saturday morning.
Fucking Jeff, feeling his cock adding heat to her pussy, the girl moaned and thought about Tim one last time. But she did not have the sadness this time when she thought about that red haired young man that she had never seen again. She had lost Tim, but she had found others and now she even had her brother. She had found Jeff on this Saturday morning and she knew that Jeff was the best that she was ever going to have.
"Fuck me, Jeff," she muttered again and then she sighed as the heat rushed to her pussy. She felt her brother tense his sexy body and she knew that he was going to come too.
They were going to come together, like lovers should.
They both tensed and felt the heat rush through them and breathed harshly into each other's faces and came with sighs and groans and Kristy's last fucking words.
"Jeff, my brother, you are a stud. You fuck me better than any other man has ever fucked me."
And then they held each other and felt the warmth spreading through them. When the orgasms were over, they relaxed and Jeff pulled his cock slowly out of Kristy.
He looked at his little sister, who lay under him, grinning up at him and she sensed the question, the brotherly question, in his eyes.
"Yes," she said, answering Jeff's silent question. "You have fucked me and made me very happy, Jeff."
Jeff moved off his sister's body and held her close to him and kissed her sweaty face softly. He had made her happy and he felt happy for he knew that he was a good brother, the best brother that he could be.