Chapter 11

Sally Jean had a contented smile on her face when Tony let himself in his sister's bedroom a couple of hours later. She looked contented, curled up and sleeping, hugging her pillow. Tony had turned the night light on so he wouldn't trip over anything as he walked through her room and he wondered what she was dreaming so happy about.

"Hey, Sis, wake up," He shook her shoulder gently and called in her ear.

"Hmmmmmm." Sally opened her eyes and looked up into her brother's face.

"Time to ball, baby." Tony grinned.

Sally Jean looked down from his smile to his naked chest to his naked stomach to his naked cock. "Tony," she said, surprised. "You're naked."

"Sure am, baby," he chuckled. Dexterously he lifted the edge of the blanket and slipped into bed with Sally. She shivered. His skin was cold from being out wandering around in the halls naked. She moved away from him slightly.

"Hey," he said, "is that any way to treat me? You asked me to come, you know."

"Oh, all right," Sally Jean replied. She moved back against him and put her hand out under the blanket. She was all sleepy warm- cozy. Her hand felt cool where it touched Tony's body.

Her fingers almost automatically found his prick and closed around it. It was hard and swollen. She began stroking it, feeling the rounded outlines of his penis sliding under her fingertips. She rubbed her thumb over the swollen glans and felt the wet slit in the end and Tony squirmed satisfyingly under the attention she was giving his penis.

Tony stared at his sister out of lust-glazed eyes. She seemed only half awake, cuddly, with the blanket tucked demurely under her chin. Her hand was invisible reaching under the covers. He felt her fingertips connect with his balls and he snorted.

"Hey, that's the way, Sis." He crowded over against her and put his own hands on her hot body. He was worried at first that she wasn't going to cooperate. She'd been kind of cool when he first crawled into bed with her. But his hands soon discovered that she was wearing a shorty nightie and nothing else.

"Ooooh, Tony," she murmured as she turned and burrowed against him.

Tony patted down her body. His hands were delightfully alive with the feel of her soft, firm breasts through the nylon. Her tits jiggled in his hands like Jello. He moved his fingers and wrapped them around her firm, rosy nipples. At the same time he squirmed his hips closer to the girl and began gently rubbing his pecker against her soft thigh.

"Stop that," she demanded. "That isn't being nice at all, Tony."

"What isn't?" he asked innocently. At the same time he was thinking how nice it was rubbing against his sister and how much better it would be when he-lined his penis up with her sex entrance and crammed it in her twat. That would be really good.

"Stop jacking off against my leg," she said angrily. "If you don't like my ass, you can take your prick somewhere else besides my leg."

"Now, honey," Tony replied, placatingly. "I'm just warming up. You know...."

He slipped his hand between her thighs and began tickling her pussy lips. At first they were tight and dry. But within moments moisture had seeped out around the edges and was making her sex hole slippery enough for his fingers to start sliding in and out without hindrance. Faster and faster his fingers were moving.

Sally Jean stopped talking. She twisted her body and was breathing faster as she felt her brother snapping his finger in and out of her aching sex hole. She moaned and then had to bite her lip to shut off the sound. She writhed her hips and held her cunt up for him to fuck hard and long.

"See, Sis," he said triumphantly," I was just warming up, sort of like that...."

"Tony, eat my cunt," Sally Jean said, cutting his triumphant smirk off. "Get down there and rim it with your tongue. My god, I really need it, Tony."

"Let's just ball, Sis." Tony pushed up against her and tried to slide his penis between her clasped thighs and into her fuck chute. But she wouldn't let him.

"Eat it," she demanded. She was fully awake now, and she knew what she wanted. She wanted that dumb, superior brother of hers to go down on her and lick her cunt out until he knew who was the boss. And she wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Well...." Tony said, thinking.

"Well, nothing." Sally Jean had detected his hesitation. "Get your tongue in my twat and start eating out my cunt or forget it and go back to bed-in your own room."

"Okay," Tony finally said. "But only if we sixty-nine it. That's fair, Sis."

Sally Jean knew what sixty-nine was, all right. She'd heard the other girls talking about it-sometimes with disgust and loathing. And she wasn't sure that would satisfy what she wanted to do to that brothers of hers. But she was trapped by her own desires. She wanted to be sucked and he was the only mouth and prick handy for the job.

"Okay," she agreed. "But you'd better make it good, Tony, or you won't get any more ass at all tonight."

"Sure, Sis." Tony scrambled around on the bed and straddled his sister's head with his knees. He had already pulled the blanket off Sally Jean and after spreading her thighs with his hands he was ready. He could hardly wait. His penis felt as heavy as a cannon.

Expertly the boy separated her thighs and then his head was bobbing down toward his sister's soft, warm, fur fringed pussy. His tongue flicked out and caressed the slick flesh that-lined her cunt. Once, and then again. There was pleasure in the incessant tunneling of his tongue into her hole, the twisting and turning of the tip against her convulsing lining. Faster and faster Tony dug his tongue into her quivering quim.

And then he suddenly stopped and raised his head. "Suck my dick," he ordered. Sally Jean was stunned. It was just starting to feel so good she didn't want it to stop.

"Suck my dick," Tony ordered her again, repeating himself.

Sally wanted to say no. But then, she knew, he wouldn't tongue her twat anymore and now she was ravenous for that. She opened her lips and settled them around her brother's pulsating prick and began sucking.

And then the wild tonguing of her cunt began. His tongue slithered into her hungry twat like a snake. It twisted and turned inside Sally Jean's channel and she clung desperately to her brother's naked hips with her hands as her lips curled around his long, throbbing penis. She loved it. She loved sucking his stick. Her hot saliva coated his cock while her lips slid up and down. As Sally Jean got hotter, her head moved faster. She was staring at his balls from only inches away. She could watch them tighten as he got ready to shoot his load and she knew she was going to be ready for it.

His tongue was like a prick, shoving heatedly in her snatch.

"Mmmmmmm," she wailed around his pecker as she felt her orgasm engulf her, as it prickled her body from her cunt to her tit tips.

"Keep it down," Tony snarled. "Do you want to wake the folks up with all that noise?"