Chapter 3
"Get out of here or I'll call dad," Sally said icily to her brother.
"Lots of luck. They're both gone till tomorrow. You didn't see the note on the table."
Sally's eyes wandered down Tony's body. They were drawn by the bulge the boy had created in his pants. She could tell he had a hard-on. It was distinctive through the blue material of his jeans and she could see the rounded end quite clearly.
"Well?" Tony waited expectantly.
"Well, what?" Sally made a face at him, though it was hard to take her eyes off his bulging sex organs. "I don't need dad to take care of you, pipsqueak."
"I'll tell."
"You'll tell what?"
Tony smiled. "I saw you through the door.
You didn't shut it all the way. I saw you masturbating and beating yourself off."
"So what?"
"If you don't let me fuck you, I'm going to tell mom and dad-and you'll really get it."
"Hmmmph." Sally sniffed at her brother's attempted blackmail. It was a scary threat. But letting him stick that huge thing in her hole was scarier. "Tell, then."
"You mean it?" The boy's voice was unbelieving and super disappointed.
"Naturally I mean it," Sally said coldly. "Beat it. Scram." She tried to keep cool. But it was hard. Her brother was offering her the very thing that she'd been longing for.
"Well ... how about if I just watch?"
"Watch what?"
"You know. Your jacking off. Finger fucking yourself. That'd be a blast."
Staring at her brother, Sally Jean felt a new thrill shoot through her body. She couldn't help but feel there would be something super about her brother watching her do it to herself. Somehow, she knew, it would make it a whole lot better. She realized then that Noreen did her thing in the shower in front of her because it made the redhead get a bigger charge out of masturbating. But in front of her own brother had to be better.
Nonchalantly, Sally flipped up her skirt but Tony stopped her.
"Look," he said, "if you'll put your legs over the side with your feet on the floor I can sit down on the floor and see everything better."
At first Sally was going to say no. But then she realized that was better. If Tony was sitting on the floor, she'd feel safer. He'd have to get up before he could do anything if he started to get ideas. That suited her.
"All right," she said. "But you stay on the floor. No getting up or the deal's off."
Tony nodded eagerly and kneeled on the rug as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She spread her knees and her brother was looking right at her tight, pink pussy.
There was a sudden, hard throbbing up the insides of her thighs. She knew that what she was doing was perverse. But Sally had been right. It felt tremendous.
With her skirt up and Tony's eyes on her slit, the lips seemed tremendously swollen. She had to open her legs to make room. She told herself it was silly. That she shouldn't be doing that. But saying it was no use. The blood was pounding in her head and her breasts were hot and quivery from the steady pulsing from her navel to her nipples. She suddenly wanted to pull her dress off and expose her whole body. But that might have been too much for Tony's self-control. Besides, she was so embarrassed she was already blushing.
Her embarrassment, however, didn't stop Sally Jean's fingers from going straight to the slick, pink lips between her thighs. She opened them and wondered what her brother saw because his eyes lighted up. But she was too hot to wonder long. She just had to cram a finger between them and start working it in and out in a frantic rhythm.
Immediately, the tremendous feeling she'd been experiencing before Tony burst into the room was back. It hadn't been a fluke. She got higher and higher in spirals and sometimes she looked at Tony's hot face and sometimes at the ceiling. She thought about Tony's cock plunging in and out of her pussy that way and shivered delicately. That would have been incest, among other things. It was bad that she was letting him watch.
"Oooooooo," she moaned. She was getting higher and higher as her finger worked in her pussy. Her legs stiffened against the floor and lifted her hips and she was wild with the strange sensations zooming through her body. Her crotch was all prickly. Her hips bounced up and down wildly on the bed. Her finger lanced in and out of her hole.
Tony watched, entranced by the sex juice slick finger running in and out of her convulsing hole. His mouth was watering and he moved closer on the floor. And closer.
Sally could see him moving toward her. She couldn't say anything, though. She was too close to something. To coming. Her whole body was quivery and her finger sank in her hole and came out and sank in again.
"Aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee."
Sally's hips arched up in the air. Her toes clawed at the carpet. For a long, moment she was suspended in space while electrical voltage she couldn't imagine flashed through her body. It was as if somebody had given her an electric shock right .on her twitching pussy lips. She looked down and almost fainted. Tony's head was bobbing up and down between her thighs. His thick, red tongue flashed in and out of his mouth as he licked avidly at her gaping pussy.
And then Sally felt it. Really felt it. Each stroke of Tony's thick, slimy tongue in her hot box turned Sally on with a fury she'd never known. His tongue started at the bottom of her slit and wormed in between the soft, hot folds of vaginal lips and stuck up her hot channel. Then it worked forward and caressed the front edge of her crease and played excitingly with the knob of her swollen clitoris.
It's wrong, she though. It's terrible, letting my own brother go down on me like this. I shouldn't be doing it. I ... OOOOO, it feels so good. Sooooooo good.
"That's the way, Tony," she shouted. "Stick that big, juicy tongue up my twat. Lick it out. Ooooooo. Don't stop. Please, whatever you do, don't stop."
Her hips were writhing desperately up to meet his down surging tongue. His tongue. His tongue stroked like velvet between her cunt lips and delved into her hot box. She was full of it. It was a million times better than twisting her finger around inside her tunnel to pleasure herself. Her vagina lips fluttered eagerly around his tongue, helping her vagina to swallow it all up inside. She was drunk with the pleasure of it.
"Faster," she moaned. "Do it faster. Tongue fuck me faster. FASTER."
Sally Jean was in heaven. The joy surging out from her loins left her weak and limp. Her tits, soft melon halves, were pulsating furiously. All she could think about was sex-the way that thick, hot, slippery tongue shoved between her soft vaginal lips and stretched her open. She was wild about that stretching feeling.
Even as his tongue shoved deep into her sex hole, Sally Jean couldn't help but wonder if his penis wouldn't be better. She knew it had to be longer than his tongue. And what her vagina was telling her about his excited tongue plunging in and out of her twat was enough to convince her that longer would be better.
Her legs and feet were firmly planted on the floor and now her hips rose and fell in steady surges of power. Her white thighs rose up around her brother's modishly long dark hair while his face disappeared in her crotch. His nose brushed her hard, throbbing clitoris and sent shocks of electricity jolting through her body. Sally was on sexual fire. Her body was in flames. Her cunt was tingling with the forbidden pleasure of being tongue raped.
It isn't my fault, Sally Jean told herself. It isn't, it isn't, it isn't.
His tongue was a hard knot of pleasure inside her twat. His head moved from side to side and his tongue did too. Feeling was pouring out from her pussy walls in places she hadn't even known she had sexual feelings before.
"Oh, oh, oh ... Eat my juice. Lick it all up. Get every drop," she moaned lasciviously. "That's the way. Suck me dry you little cunt lapper."
Sally Jean couldn't even think clearly anymore. Her nerves quivered together and independently. Bolts of excitement washed through her body. She knew she was going to come. She'd heard other girls talking about it before. But now ... she was going to find out what they had meant ... and she was going to like it.
The hard, sexual throbbing was seeping through her entire body. She was being consumed by passion as her brother licked her twat. And she didn't care. She was a moth beating its wings against a window pane and dashing itself into a candle's flame. And she didn't care.
"Fuck me," she screamed against the bobbing turmoil created by her brother's moving head. "Kiss my cunt and make me come. Please. PLEASE. PLEASE."
Tony seemed intent on doing what she asked. His tongue shot deeper and deeper into her twat. It was hotter and thicker and more satisfying.
More was what she wanted. More everything. More tongue shooting into her aching crack, more power as his lips vacuumed her soft cunt hole and he licked out her juices. More thrills. More pleasure. More suck fucking and tongue and everything....
"Aiiieeeee," she wailed as Tony's mouth descended even more hotly against her crotch and his tongue slithered around in her vagina. She was shooting. She was flaming out like a comet and she felt his tongue poking deeper and deeper into her soft, velvety recesses.
"Ohhhh, God, Tony. THAT'S IT. THAT'S IT. GIVE IT TO ME." .
And Tony contorted his face and smiled and pressed his tongue into her twat and gave it to his big sister like she'd never had it before....
Later, Sally sighed and untwisted and lay back limp on the bed.
Tony stood and smiled smugly at her. He couldn't keep his eyes off her spread thighs and the furry treasure he'd just licked spotlessly clean. "Go on downstairs and get me a beer," he commanded.
Sally made a face at him. "You get me a beer when you get your own," she said.
Tony wanted to say something. But he couldn't think of anything appropriate that would allow him to get the upper hand. Finally, in disgust, he turned and went out of the room. But standing in the hallway he turned and held his hand over his bulging cock and showed it to Sally Jean with a confident leer.
"All right," he said. "But I've got something here that you want. And don't you forget it. If you want it, you're going to have to act right...."
After he had disappeared down the stairs, Sally shivered with tense excitement.
She'd told him she wasn't going to fuck him. But he was right. She'd come and come and come until she was limp. And it wasn't enough. Now she wanted something more. She wanted the hot, throbbing length of his cock stabbed up into her juicy wet box and she wanted to get fucked for real.
Somehow, she guessed she was going to enjoy it all to pieces....