Chapter 2
Candy closed the door to her room and stood there, motionless. Her body was burning with fuck-need and her dizzied mind still reeled with what she had just seen and heard in her parents' bedroom.
Every fiber of her body, every nerve, felt especially sensitive now. She was aware of her aching nipples and burning tits. And she felt the heat of her pussy which seemed to be trapped between her bloated cuntlips.
She thought again about her older brother, Sam, wondering for the hundredth time why he hadn't yet fucked her. He had tongue-kissed her many times, stroked her tits, and now he had finally rubbed her sweet little cunt. Once, he had even sucked her tits. But he always stopped, like tonight.
She remembered the feel of his hands on her, remembered the way his fingers had pinched her nipples, sending shivers of mingled pain and pleasure through her.
And she thought about her father, and his great big cock fucking in and out of her mother's wet cunt. Candy cupped her big tits now, tenderly squeezing them. Her knees grew weak and her cunt felt as if it would explode any moment.
She lifted her tits, testing their firm, teen-aged thrust, their well-developed fullness, the creamy texture of the silken tit-flesh. She rotated her tits slightly in her hands, gently pulling on them, imagining that it was her brother or her father doing it to her, that they were standing behind her and their hands were on her tits.
She stood naked in the center of the room, the only light from the little bedside lamp. She faced the full-length mirror again, watching her hands moving over the tops of her thighs. She shifted, her legs parting more. She shuddered as her fingertips grazed the edges of her pussylips. She pretended that it was Sam touching her pussy, toying with her pussylips, that his fingers were squeezing the soft cunt mound.
She shoved one hand between her thighs, cupping her cunt in her palm. She pressed against her pussy mound, rubbing it slowly in little lewd circles that massaged her cuntlips and, at the same time, drew them back and forth over her hot clit.
She pulled her hand from between her legs, looking down at her pussy. She could see the bright gloss of her cunt juice on her hand. The inner walls of her horny cunt needed something long and thick and hard to be fucked between them.
A cock. Like her brother's cock. Or her father's cock. But her father and brother were not available to her. Not now, anyway. The tortured girl's eyes fell on her hairbrush. It was long and thick and hard, just what she needed.
She picked it up and lay back on her bed. She held the hairbrush in one hand while her other hand ran back down between her legs. Her fingers moved lightly over her pussylips, teasing the aroused cunt-flesh.
She spread her thighs widely and let the tip of the brush handle trail over her tits, around and around the big mounds of firm tit-flesh. The tip moved over her nips. They were stiff, swollen with need. She bit her lower lip to stifle a sigh of pleasure as she pushed the end of the brush handle down onto her nips.
Then she moved the brush handle down into the valley between her tits, closing her eyes and telling herself that it was a man's cock, her brother's or her father's, that she was feeling its hardness against her chest before letting it fuck into her pussy.
She moved the brush handle lower over her flushed body. Now the tip of the hairbrush handle was at the downy nest of golden cunt fur. She traced the vee of her pussy mound, her legs parting with anticipation.
In her mind, her imaginary lover was gripping his hard cock with one hand, guiding it closer to her pussy. In her mind, her lover was sometimes Sam. And, in other flashes of lust-filled need, it was her father.
The tip of the handle began probing at the wet area of her pussylips and the crease of her thighs. She flicked the end of the hairbrush up and down against her cuntlips, groans of pleasure welling up in her throat. The handle was quickly becoming slick with her flowing pussy juices. The touch of it moving up and down between the tight edges of her cuntlips was sending new shivers of excitement through the young girl.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, wedging the tip of the substitute cock between her pussylips. She swiveled it around and around, trying to do to herself what she had just seen her father doing to her mother with the swollen knob of his cock.
Candy felt her cuntlips pulling and shifting, being drawn back and forth about the shaft of her protruding clit. She turned on more and more. Her hips tensed and rolled on the bed. Her tits jiggled and heaved as she writhed more and more violently.
She pressed the dildo into her cunt, both hands between her legs, gripping the wiry bristles. As the slender shaft probed up into her cunt, her mouth opened wider and wider and a series of guttural groans came out. Her head jerked from side to side on the bed, her hair whipping back and forth.
Deeper and deeper, she could feel the cock of her fantasy lover fucking her in the deepest reaches of her pussy. In her mind, the touch of her hands against her pussylips was that of her brother's groin as his cock fucked deep into her cunt. Her legs opened still more and she humped her hips forward to meet his fuck-thrust.
She pulled the hairbrush back, shuddering as she felt her cunt walls clamping tightly together on it. Back and forth, in and out, the handle of the hairbrush fucked between her tight pussylips. Her hips jerked upward, arching and bumping. The bed shook beneath her with the force of her heaving thrusts.
She took one hand from the false cock and brought it up to her big tits. Candy caught one nip between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it, rolling it, pretending that her brother had lowered his head to suck her tits as he continued to fuck her drooling cunt.
The sound of the dildo fucking in and out of the girl's hungry wet cunt joined the gasps and moans escaping her lips. Loud slurps and sucking sounds grew louder as she fucked the hairbrush back and forth in her cunt.
With each in-stroke, the edge of her hand pressed against the lips of her cunt and her aching clit, adding these lewd sensations to the feel of the slick, hard handle inside her cunt walls.
Faster, harder, fucking herself furiously, Candy worked the handle of the hairbrush in and out of her pussy as her need to come grew stronger.
In her mind, her brother or father was fucking his big hard prick in and out of her cunt fast and frenziedly. She was eager to feel him coming inside her, desperate to feel his hot cum flooding inside her horny cunt, filling her little pussy to overflowing. She wanted his cum to drench her cunt until it backed up and ran out of her pussy slot, staining the sheets beneath her.
She felt the explosion growing within her. Her hips writhed obscenely, arching up to meet every fuck-thrust from the hairbrush. Then she came. The full rush of her orgasm slammed through her body, starting at her fuckhole and spreading outward.
"Ohhhh, God, yessss!" she cried.
She crammed the last of the hairbrush handle into her pussy and threw her head back. Her mouth fell open. Her tits rose, fell, rose. Her nipples throbbed, thrust upward. Her thighs shook, her belly rippled and her cunt contracted, shuddering over the length of the hairbrush handle.
She fell back, panting hard. Her orgasm felt wonderful to the horny young girl. But, as satisfying as it had been, she still felt as if she needed more. What she needed was a real cock. A big, hard cock, throbbing and fucking inside her pussy. She wanted to feel it spurting hot, thick, heavy cum inside her cunt.
She lay there on the bed, gasping for air. The hairbrush protruded from her cunt, the handle still tightly gripped by the strong cunt muscles that were still spasming slightly in the last throes of orgasm.
She reached down and gripped the end of the hairbrush. She started to pull it out, then hesitated. She twisted it and the handle moved with a frictioning motion against her cunt walls, arousing the girl all over again.
She sighed unhappily, knowing that no matter how many times she fucked herself, it wouldn't ease the yearning deep inside her pussy. Only a real cock could do that. Her brother's cock. Her father's cock. Nothing else. No one else.
She moaned as she pulled the hairbrush handle out of her cunt. Then she lay there staring up at the ceiling and wishing that her lover had not been merely a fantasy. She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have her brother's or father's prick pulling out of her satisfied little pussy slit and then the steady drool of his cum dribbling from between her tightly compressed cuntlips.
She thought about her brother, Sam. Why didn't he fuck her? Why did he always back off? He had to know that she longed to feel his big prick inside her cunt. He couldn't help but know it.
Finally, as she began to prepare for bed, the horny young girl made a secret vow to herself. She would no longer wait for her brother to take the intiative. She would no longer be passive.
It's about time that I took matters into my own hands, Candy thought with a smile as she fell asleep.
The very next afternoon gave Candy the chance she needed to make good on her promise to herself. She and her brother, Sam, were home alone. It was after school, and it would be several hours yet before their parents arrived home from work.
With a sense of excitement and anticipation, Candy ran to her room and changed into a pair of black panties, a sheer blouse, and that was all she put on.
When she walked into the living room, Sam looked up from his magazine and his eyes widened with surprise.
"Wow!" he cried. "I can see everything, Candy."
Candy grinned and sank down onto the couch next to her brother. She threw her arms up over his shoulders and around his neck and pressed the full length of her body to his. She could see the big bulge of his cock through his jeans and she swallowed hard, turning on more and more.
"Yeah, that's the idea," she whispered, slipping her fingers up through the thick hair on his head.
Sam stood up suddenly and pulled his sister up with him, pressing their bodies together. Now, the young girl could feel his hard-on and she grew even more aroused. She gave her hips a little twist so that her pussy mound moved against his thigh.
Candy pulled the boy's head down, meeting his lips with her own. Her mouth was open in moist, yielding invitation and she let her tongue slide out and in between his teeth. His tongue jerked back at her touch, and she persisted.
Within seconds, the teenagers' tongues were locked together. Candy could feel her big brother's prick swelling still harder, throbbing even more urgently within the confines of his jeans. His arms tightened around her back, crushing the swells of her big tits fiercely against his broad chest.
But then, Sam suddenly pulled his mouth away from hers, looking away.
"What's wrong, Sam?" she asked in confusion and disappointment.
"We have to stop, Sis," he mumbled.
"But why?" she asked.
"We might get carried away," he muttered.
"So? I hope we do!" Candy laughed.
"But we can't ... I mean, you're just an innocent little girl, and I don't want to take advantage of you, honey," Sam said softly, meeting her eyes again and tenderly stroking her cheek.
"Oh, God, I don't believe it!" Candy cried, almost doubling up with laughter. "Is that it? Is that why you've always stopped, instead of fucking me? Because you think I'm so innocent? You think I'm still a virgin?"
"Aren't you? Aren't you still a virgin?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"God, no-not for ages!" Candy cried, still laughing, relieved to find that the only reason her brother had been avoiding fucking her was because he didn't want to be responsible for popping her cherry.
"Well, now, that's a different situation altogether," Sam said, grinning at his sister.
Candy grinned back at her brother and slipped one hand down over his thigh until her fingers closed about the rigid, pulsating lump of his prick inside his pants.
She tightened her grip about his cock-bulge, squeezing it as hard as she dared.
"Oh, baby, you're really turning me on," Sam moaned.
"I want you to fuck me, Sam!" the girl cried as she unzipped his jeans. She reached inside with one hand and, after a moment of desperate fumbling, she had his aching cock out into the open air in heF cool hand.
She wrapped her fingers about the stiff slab of cock-meat, savoring its heat and the rigid flesh. She swallowed hard when she realized that her brother's prick was longer and much thicker than the handle of the hairbrush dildo she had used on her pussy the night before. The cock-knob was purplish and his balls were tight and heavy with pent-up cum.
Her fist began pumping up and down slowly over the length of the boy's prick. Then she moved slowly back, gradually sinking back down onto the sofa, and he had no choice but to follow her.
Now, she was sitting, facing him, looking right at his cock, thrilling to the sensation of his cock-meat in her hand. It seemed to the young girl as if the boy's prick were staring right back at her with its cum-slit. She loosened her blouse, letting it swing open, exposing her gorgeous tits to her brother's hungry eyes.
Slowly, teasingly, the young girl brought her free hand up and let her fingers caress the underside of one of her thrusting tit-mounds.
"God, you've got beautiful tits, Sis," Sam muttered, staring at them as if he had never seen naked tits before.
"Mmmmm, glad you like 'em, brother dear," Candy murmured, halfway encircling one tit with her hand and lifting and squeezing it. She lowered her head and stuck out her tongue, lightly grazing the taut little bud of nipple-flesh.
Then she glanced up at her brother and saw that his eyes were locked on her and her big tits. Again, she lowered her head, and teased the stiffening nip with her wet tongue, and she felt a gush of heat and wetness through her cunt.
With her cock-filled hand, Candy pumped up and down, squeezing the prick-meat hard.
"Aw, shit, Sis!" the boy cried, turning on more and more.
The girl moved her hand down from her tits and opened the waist of Sam's jeans. The pants fell to the floor about his ankles. And, still her fingers were wrapped about the angry hard-on throbbing from his loins.
Gradually, Candy's hand moved faster on her brother's prick.
"Jesus, Candy!" Sam cried.
And he cried out again as his little sister gave his hardened prick a quick twist with her skillful hand. He put one hand on her shoulder and pushed her blouse back. It fell from her upper body. And, now she was naked from the waist up, only her sheer black panties between her and total nakedness.
The boy's hands were on his sister's shoulders, slipping lower to cover her huge tits. He caught her turgid nips between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pulling the sensitive points of pink nipple-flesh.
"Mmmmm, yeah, that feels good," Candy sighed.
Candy's hand continued to pump up and down over Sam's prick and his hips began to shudder and jerk uncontrollably. His eyes were closed now and his hands kept automatically squeezing his sister's long-nippled tits.
Sam's breath rasped in and out of his flared nostrils, whistling between his slack lips. Candy encircled the shaft of his cock just behind the flared cock-head with her thumb and forefinger and tightened her grip.
"God, Candy!" he rasped, and he began pushing the girl back onto the couch.
Candy kept her tight grip on her brother's cock as she fell back onto the sofa. She felt his body shifting as he stepped out of his jeans, kicking off his shoes. And then his hands were on her slender hips, tugging away her brief panties. His movements were urgent, his fingers trembling with haste. He literally tore her panties as they passed over her ankles, but the young girl didn't mind because now the entrance to her tight, horny cunt was naked and exposed to the boy's lust-filled gaze.
"Fuck me, Sam!" she cried tearfully.