Chapter 11

Megan and James had finished the college semester and were out of school for the long, hot summer. They enjoyed being together when Jill and Dave were at work.

One day, after Dave and Jill had gone to work, James was sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee and admiring Megan's shapely body as she stood on tiptoe to put some dishes up in the cupboard.

"Jeez, Megan," James said, "You get prettier every day. Know what the guys say?"

"What?"

"They say you'd be the best fuck in school! They all want to fuck you!"

Megan turned around. She was silent for a moment, then she walked over to him, her tits bouncing nicely under her tight blouse.

"I don't want to fuck any of them, James," Megan said, leaning on the table and looking into his eyes.

"Who the hell do you want to fuck? With a body like that, you must need to get fucked every day."

He waited, knowing what she would say.

"I just want you, James! I want you more than anything in the world! I - love you! I want you to fuck me all summer long!"

"A pleasure, my dear," James said. "But you know that we can't go on fucking each other! You've got to get a boyfriend and think about getting married someday!"

"How about you? You don't have a steady girlfriend!"

"Who needs one? I have a hot-blooded sister like you!"

James smiled as Megan moved around the table and reached out and grasped his hand. She pulled it up to her tit.

"You like that, James?" she asked.

James didn't need any more urging. His mouth found Megan's to stifle any further comment with a long, deep kiss. As his tongue penetrated the vastness of her mouth, Megan groaned and her arms encircled James, pulling him closer.

Their bodies locked together. James relished the feel of her cool skin against his body, the feel of her hands roaming aimlessly across his back. His hands became cramped, but he wouldn't give up his twin handfuls of tit-flesh.

Finally, they had to break apart in order to catch their breath.

"James, you big fucking stud, you drive me crazy sometimes!" Megan gasped.

"Good," James said as his nimble fingers began unfastening the buttons on Megan's blouse.

He felt her returning the favor and soon they were both naked to the waist. He gripped the girl, powerfully crushing her body against his. He felt the sharp points of her tits poking into his chest. As the girl's passion mounted, her nipples became harder.

James allowed one hand to wander down inside the waistband of Megan's jeans, and he grasped a handful of her ass. Slowly, methodically, he began massaging and kneading her flesh as he pulled her closer to him. He felt the girl's cuntmound grind up against his hardon. With Megan rubbing against his cock, it took all of his concentration to keep from coming.

But he was learning. He kept his attention focused on her luscious mouth, her lust-hardened nipples gouging into his smooth chest, the handful of asscheek he was playing with. He tried to ignore the fire in his groin.

Megan deserted his mouth to move her agile, flickering tongue to his ear. James felt her hot, quick breath on his ear, and thrilled to the sensation of the quick thrusts of her tongue.

"I need you, Megan! God, but I love you, even if you are my sister!" James moaned. "Let's hurry! I need a good fucking! Bend over and let me get those pants off you!"

Megan was beyond being able to control her body's needs and desires. She allowed James to slowly strip her. All the time, he was fumbling with the zippers and snaps, he kissed her trim, slightly rounded belly. When his tongue found the deep depression of her navel, he slowly lapped and licked around it, leaving a trail of saliva that glistened.

Megan slipped free of her clothing to stand totally naked in front of James.

The morning sunlight coming through the kitchen windows highlighted her lovely skin and made her appear even more exotic to him. The very tips of her tits were firm, hard, erect, and protruding in obvious lust. James silently thrilled, knowing it was lust for him that had brought his sexy sister to such an agitated state.

Megan reached down and pressed against the lump in James' trousers. He would have gasped, except that the girl's tongue had completely entrapped his. He could say nothing, only breathe harder and faster as she constricted her hand and grabbed onto his swollen balls.

James pulled his head back, breaking their kiss.

"Free it - my cock is going to explode!" he groaned.

A tiny smile danced on Megan's lips.

"Okay, James," she said, and unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing prick.

The rhythmic rubbing of his freed prick excited Megan as much as it did James. Megan again kissed James, forcing his lips apart with her darting, agile tongue. Megan loved kissing her brother, but not as much as fucking him.

"On the table, James! Fuck me on the table!" she moaned as she lay on the table, her legs dangling over the edge.

James moved between her open, inviting thighs and slowly fed his long, curved prick into her hungry, wet pussy. The table squeaked and slid on the floor as he fucked his cock into Megan's cunt.

He fucked in and out as fast and roughly as he could. He wanted to give her a fuck to remember.

"Christ!" Megan screamed. "You're killing me, James! Ahhhh! Ohhhh! It feels so fucking good!"

She panted, trying to catch her breath. But he didn't stop, he only fucked faster.

"Oh, James !" Megan screamed. "I'm coming! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me harder! Faster! Faster!"

But James came first. Megan's tight clutching cunt was sucking his orgasm from his body. His prick sprayed his spunk in a wild series of spurts. The jism filled Megan's cunt to overflowing, and he could feel the hot, sticky jizz warming his cock.

Megan groaned, twisted and raised her back off the table as a gigantic orgasm hit her. She was uncontrollable, babbling in incoherent joy as she reached down and squeezed James' balls with one hand and tried to milk his cock with the other, hoping to squeeze more spunk from his depleted prick. Her cunt-juice mingled with his come, splashing out of her cunt and onto the kitchen table.