Chapter 8

Ricky followed his sister to the back of the garage, where the spare couch was stored. She turned towards him and, grinning gleefully, he opened his fly and reached in to haul his cock and balls out.

"Ummmmmmm!" she purred, tongue flashing.

He thrust his loins out, stabbing his steely prick towards the nubile nymphette. "Suck it, Sis!" he croaked.

She giggled teasingly.

Ricky looked horrified, thinking that she might have changed her mind—that somehow, during the walk home, she had turned from a cock-hungry temptress to a cock teaser.

"You promised!" he squawked.

"Maybe I lied," she taunted him.

"You owe me, Sis! When I sucked your cunt in the library, you promised!"

Lorraine, looking on and listening intently, blinked and smiled, deeply gratified to know that her son had already given head to his sister.

Her own cunt was simmering as she thought about that nimble teenaged tongue. But, for the moment, she was more than willing to just watch.

And Lorraine was hoping that Nancy wasn't a cock teaser every bit as much as Ricky was.

And, of course, Nancy wasn't.

"Yeah, I'm gonna blow you, brother," Nancy said, figuring that she had dismayed him sufficiently by her teasing. "But let's take all our clothes off first, okay? I like to get naked when I fool around."

That suited Ricky to a tee.

And pleased the looker in the doorway, too.

Lorraine's eyes flashed back and forth as both of her teenaged kids began to strip off. She didn't know which was turning her on more—her son's gigantic cock and swollen balls, or her sexy daughter's adorable tits and cunt.

And, too, the watching woman didn't know which part of her own voluptuous body was most thrilled—her mouth or her cunt or her eyeballs.

Naked, Nancy lay down on the couch.

Ricky kicked his pants and shoes off at the same time, in frantic haste. His cock jutted out before him like the figurehead of a sailing ship as he moved closer to the couch on which his sibling waited.

Nancy was doing fascinating things with her tongue and lips, demonstrating how her mouth was going to pleasure her brother's prick.

Lorraine's lips were working in emulation, envying her daughter that tasty task. She was a lady who loved blowing casual acquaintances, passing strangers, milkmen making their deliveries—and, naturally, the thought of savoring a mouthful of her own son's delicious-looking cock was driving her crazy as she gazed into the garage.

She was drooling over the prospect of her daughter's yummy cunt, as well, showing no favoritism in her incestuous inclinations and unholy hunger.

"Get on me, Ricky!" Nancy invited, arching her shapely body sinuously. "Kneel over my tits and fuck my mouth just like a cunt!"

Ricky eagerly straddled her slim torso, his hard ass resting on her plump tits.

His cock loomed over her glowing face.

Holding him by the hips, she raised her head and began working on his hairy balls, laving them with her tongue and sucking with her mouth.

It gave Lorraine a glowing warmth, a surge of maternal pride, when she saw that her sweet little girl had so obviously inherited her own skills. She wondered, vaguely, if there was such a thing as cocksucker genes or cum-drinker's chromosomes. Did blowing run in the blood?

With his huge cock weaving about over her face, Nancy pleasured Ricky's bloated cumbags as the first course of this welcome meat munch.

Nancy, like her mom, knew that the very best part of sucking a prick was the magic moment when the cock exploded and her maw filled with jizz, but she was in no hurry for that creamy treat, loving the long, lingering build up, quite happy to give head for hours on end—as long as she got to swallow the succulent slime as her reward.

She mouthed his balls so enthusiastically that she seemed to be trying to suck his spunk through the tissue, swallowing it from the source.

Then the girl placed her flattened tongue against the base of his cockshaft and drew it very slowly up the length, tracing along the thick ventral vein.

"Ummmmm!" she purred, fluttering the tip of her tongue against the underside of his knob.

Then she repeated the slow slurp.

Ricky's cock was so taut that it was humming like a vibrator against her tongue, so hard that it was like licking a heated crowbar.

Goo squeezed from his pisshole and trickled down his prick, and she licked it up passionately as she continued to tongue his vibrant cock.

Then she tilted her head and fitted her lips to the base of his cock. She pulled her mouth up and down, playing his prick like a mouth organ.

Pre-cum dribbled into the corner of her mouth as she drew up, and her throat worked as she swallowed, whetting her appetite for the full load.

But she still wanted to make this first sibling suck last for a while before she gulped down his brotherly love juice. She changed the pace and altered the tempo, avoiding the steady rhythm of the cum strokes.

Her lips fluted up his cockshaft, then she ran her lapper up, then she sucked his balls some more, savoring all the variants and showing off her technique.

Ricky was humping, his ass bouncing off her tits, driving his cock up and down across her lips and over her tongue, the neglected cock-knob looming up, so hot that it was glowing like an incandescent light bulb.

Nancy was keeping an expert eye on that slimy slab, judging the throbbing and gauging the flow, not wanting him to suddenly shoot off before he was enveloped in her mouth, damned if she would waste a drop of his sweet joy juice on the couch or the garage floor.

She put her lips on the underside of his stalk and drew them up again, like a cannibal gnawing a juicy, meaty bone. Coming to the top of the stroke, she began to suck on the bottom of his wedge-shaped cockhead, tips pulling and lapper dancing on the slab, at the sensitive spot where it bulged out from his shaft, and the ventral vein spread out into a network under the purple knob.

More preliminary spunk oozed out, lathering his pulsing crown lavishly.

Turning her face upright, Nancy began to play her tongue on the tip of his prick, licking up the pre-cum as it poured from his pisshole. It was getting muskier and richer and gamier, and the experienced little cocksucker knew that she was going to get a bellyful soon.

But she judged that she still had a few more moments to enjoy the lapping before she began to suck towards the creamy conclusion.

Her lapper laved all over his greasy cock-knob, slurping at the flaring underside, spit-bathing the slopes, dipping into his gaping cum-eye.

Hot to drink his jizz, she nevertheless continued to relish the preliminaries.

And that delay gave her daddy time to arrive before the fuck-juice-swilling finale.

Jack frowned at his prick, through no malice towards his meat rig, to be sure, as he wondered what was keeping his wife from returning to the bedroom.

If the kids had been home, she would certainly have hurried back to set the stage. But why would she stay downstairs on her own, while a hard, horny husband languished alone in the marital bed? It made no sense.

Knowing Lorraine as he did, Jack could only suppose that she must have looked out the door, looking for the kids, and, seeing some handsome young man passing by, invited him in for a blowjob.

The prospect did not displease him.

But if Lorraine was happily sucking some stranger's cock, her husband certainly wanted to watch.

He got up from the bed, his movements awkward, thrown off balance by the great pole of his cock. He left the bedroom and went downstairs quietly, not wanting to disturb any guy who happened to have his prick buried in Lorraine's lascivious mouth.

There was no one in the living room and he found the den was empty, as well. Still, the kitchen was always an appropriate place to eat and he moved on there.

Looking in, he was bemused.

Lorraine was standing in the door to the garage, looking totally absorbed and intrigued by something. Cunt-juice was washing down the insides of her thighs lavishly. Her firm ass and pneumatic hips were lashing about and she was grinding her legs together around her cunt. He could see part of her face from a three-quarter angle and noticed that her lips were parted and her tongue was sliding across them.

What the hell? he wondered.

Jack advanced across the room silently, his prick carving a passage before his groin. Stepping up behind her, he gazed over Lorraine's shoulder.

He gulped in shock when he saw what was holding his wife so enthralled.

His son was mounted on his daughter's slim torso and the girl was lapping the head of his cock.

Hearing him gasp, Lorraine looked around, startled—and had the decency to blush.

"Holy fuck!" Jack muttered.

"I—I didn't think that I should interrupt them, darling," Lorraine whispered. "It would be so embarrassing if they knew I was watching and—"

"And you wanna watch, eh?" he finished, huskily.

"Do—do you mind, darling?" she sighed.

Jack shook his head, his jaws tight, his eyes hooded, looking almost grim or solemn.

But then he began to grin.

He placed his hand on her curvy hip and laid his prick against the cheek of her ass.

"Let's both watch," he rasped.

And, standing in tandem, two proud parents looked on as Nancy began to suck her sibling off.