Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  It sent a strange sensation down her spine as he pushed her long wavy hair away from the nape of her neck. She didn’t wholly understand it, but she knew that tingling between her legs was the wrongest type of wrong, and she shrugged him off. “I’m going to go see where Rob is, dad,” she said quickly, giving him a forced smile as she moved away. “Won’t be long!”

  He simply watched her head off, that thick bulge of his cock so prominent as she pranced through the grasses in the direction her brother had gone. Her heavy tits straining the integrity of her bikini top as they bounced.

  She was so confused by the actions of her father, so eager to get away for a bit, she didn't pay a great deal of attention to where she was going. So when she got herself lost, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

  Angel didn’t recognize the area, but perhaps that was a consequence of keeping to the confines of their home so often. Yet when she followed a little trail down, she found a small grotto. A little pond beneath the overhang of the rock and dirt above.

  More interestingly, she found her brother. Cock in hand and crouched down, red faced and pumping his thick, veiny shaft.

  All their lives, they’d joked that they were twins. The two of them looked so alike they could fool anyone.

  They’d been close, and this wasn’t the first time she’d caught him doing this. It was, though, the first time she knew she was the inspiration for it.

  When he looked up and saw her, his reaction couldn't have been further from their father's.

  His eyes bulged wide, and he looked more embarrassed than ever before. “S-sis!” he cried out, trying to twist away and hide his erection, making him topple into the little pond and drench his white shirt, making the fabric cling to his pecs and six-pack abs.

  “Sorry!” she called, and she couldn’t help that it sounded like a giggle. Her hand went up over her mouth as she turned her back slightly, but she couldn’t hold back her laughter. His reaction, his embarrassment, all made it so much more manageable. A simple, innocent little accident, and all her stress began to flow out of her as she tittered.

  Unlike their father, he’d been keeping his hair cut short with the pair of scissors that had survived the wreck. She’d been cutting it for him pretty regularly, and so his pale blonde hair was nice and short, just the way she liked. His handsome face lacked their father's thick beard, accentuating his youth by contrast. As he pushed himself up out of the water, he forced his raging hard member back into his blue swimsuit bottom.

  “It’s not what you think,” he protested ineptly, glancing at her back awkwardly with his blue gaze as he stood there, soaking wet, ready to win any wet t-shirt contest she was judge of.

  “Uh-huh,” she grinned, looking back at him now that he was half way decent. “You just found, like, a fish you really liked or something?”

  “That’s not funny,” he said with a sour expression, that handsome, smooth-face ruined by that look as he stood there, unable to hide that throbbing, needy stiffness despite his best attempts. “You don’t know what it’s like bein’ a guy,” he whined, “no chicks for me to get with. Can’t even get a moment alone to ease the tension!” He did look tense, throwing his arms up in the air in awkward jerking motions, she had to give him that.

  “Fine, fine. God, I’ll give you your precious alone-time to jerk off into the water and contaminate it or whatever.” Angel paused for a second, some of that smugness slipping away even though she straightened her shoulders and stood taller. “I just need to you tell me how to get back.”

  He opened his mouth to talk but then froze, it was then he turned towards her, no longer pointlessly trying to hide the visibly throbbing bulge of his cock above his strong thighs. Still, though, she could see the hesitation on his face and her stomach fluttered in response. “I’ll help you sis, but first… how about you help me?” he said, biting his lower lip as he raised his brows.

  His words sounded vaguely suggestive, but he didn’t look to her with their father's intimidating gaze. He looked like one of the boys she was used to stringing along and toying with. Someone she could control.

  Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was how long it had been since being around any of those other boys, but she found herself pausing. Was she even considering it? It took her a few seconds before her face twisted, but even then it was hard to disguise her curiosity. Her interest.

  Still she folded her arms beneath her ribs and stared at him with her piercing blue eyes. “Gross, Rob.”

  He held up his hands defensively, “Hey! Not like… no way! Nothin’ like that!” He sounded so put off by the idea, yet… “Just…” He licked his lips and looked about the small grotto anxiously.

  Taking a quick step in towards her, he lowered his voice, as if afraid someone in the whole jungle might overhear them both. Somehow. “It’s just… there’s not another girl on the whole island, sis. And… not even an old skin mag of dad’s for me to jerk off to.” He looked to her, his blue eyes twinkling as he waited expectantly. “All I’m askin’ is… take off your top and let me… y’know,” his voice was so weak by the time he finished, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he trailed off.

  Her pulse quickened despite herself as she looked at him, staring into his eyes and searching for something. Answers, maybe. But instead all she found were questions, musings on her own morality and why hearing him say that excited her so much. She was hesitating, and she knew that wasn’t a good sign. It was a display of weakness, and she swallowed.

  But still, she was speechless. Her gaze finally dipped away and she breathed in deeply, her large breasts rising up beneath the tight material. Her nipples hardened and pressed out the fabric, and she suddenly felt very exposed.

  “I don’t know, Rob,” she finally managed, her voice growing weak and uncertain. Not at all like her usual, confident self.

  His beautifully boyish face contorted as he pleaded with her, “C’mon sis! All I’m askin’ is that you let me look at ‘em while I, y’know… stroke one out.” He stepped in a little closer, and she could smell the scent of his dick off him, that male musk so much like their father’s, albeit weaker. “I won’t touch you or nothin’. I’ll pretend you’re someone else if it helps,” he offered.

  Though of course, that offer implied he hadn’t been doing that before.

  Her eyes rose back to his as she nervously tucked some of her caramel coloured hair behind her ear. She glanced over her shoulder at the path she’d come, and something within her told her she could find the way back. Of course, then she’d have to deal with her father and whatever strange mood had gripped him.

  She licked her lips briefly before she caught her brother’s eyes again. “I will if you give me your shirt.”

  His eyes bulged in surprise at that counter offer, and he looked her over for just a moment, his dick still throbbing through his blue trunks, his own hard chest rising and falling quickly. “It’s the only one I got…” he remarked, though she could see the desperation in him. “Okay. But you gotta do this for me more than just once,” he retorted, already tugging his shirt off him at the back of his neck, exposing his lean physique, reminding her of the athletic swimmer he was back in high school. “Once a day. At least,” he bargained.

  She hesitated at his words, her hand floating in the air uncertainly. “Ew, Rob. God, how often do you do this?” No wonder they always took so long to do anything if Rob was jerking it at least once a day. Her face contorted in annoyance and frustration, and she looked so lost and confused.

  She suddenly just wanted to go back to her old room and do nothing but play video games and flirt with boys. But instead, she was stranded with nothing but two apparently very pent up men who had no other distraction.

  And the way she’d caught the two men looking at her, it wouldn’t hurt to cover up a little more.

  Angel yanked the wife-beater from her brother’s hand. “You haven’t heard the last of this, Rob.”

  He took the way she yanked his shirt
from him as an unspoken signing of their contract and gave a wide, toothy grin. “You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to, sis,” he said, one hand already stroking the protrusion in his blue speedo, which looked even more skimpy without the aid of his shirt hanging down over part of his loins. The tight fabric highlighted every vein in his thick cock.

  “Now c’mon,” he said anxiously, sounding so excited to see her bare tits, “lemme see ‘em, I’m dyin’ here!”

  Her fingers curled into the damp, white shirt as if confirming that it was real, and she swallowed back her anxiety. It was just skin. He’d seen it before, when they were kids sharing a bath, or a glimpse here and there when they were changing. It was innocent back then, though.

  This was anything but, and she folded the shirt before placing it down on the ground. “Just...” she stammered, trying to come up with something that would make this okay, but it wasn’t. The way her blood was pumping through her veins, the way her delicate sex throbbed, it wasn’t okay. But still, her finger went to the middle of her back and she closed her eyes as she tugged that little bow.

  The material immediately gave under the release of the fabric’s strain, and the bikini gathered around her neck. Tears stung her eyes and her pussy pulsed harder, faster, as she lifted the swim top from around her head and let it flutter to the ground.

  She wasn’t looking to see the wide-eyed expression on her twin’s face, the way surprise and lust mixed on his tanned features. But she did hear the gasp, the utter of “Fuck” in astonishment, and then the stretch of his blue speedo as he yanked it away from his thick, throbbing cock so he could grasp his manhood once more.

  Rob pressed one hand to the rock beside him as he stared at her two large tits, those thick, soft mounds so full and ripe, capped with the pink round areolas and erect nipples. His own strong, hard hand hugged his cock and he began to pump his shaft excitedly.

  Angel could hear his shuddering breaths even if she couldn’t see the way his chest heaved with his heavy breathing. His cock grew so fiery red as it swelled, the crown bulging out through his fingers as he tugged back the foreskin, then let it roll back over the purpled tip again.

  Her own breathing was ragged and uncertain, and she had to fight the urge to give in to her curiosity. To glance again, to take in her brother’s body. This was wrong, and she knew it, but she needed the shirt. She needed him to show her the way back.

  Or so she told herself as she tried to not notice how her body was reacting to this. She was used to teasing guys, to getting them out of control for her, for her body, and it always turned her on.

  But never like this.

  It didn’t end as quickly as she thought it might. It made her wonder: was he drawing it out? Was he savouring the moment as he beat off to her tits?

  It was sick to think on her brother doing that, but flattering in a way she didn't want to admit.

  She could hear his breathing, so heavy, and beneath his groans of pleasure and panting breaths were soft little utterances. She swore she heard his name on his lips, murmured so very softly she could barely hear it, even as they stood but a couple feet apart in the quiet grotto. She squirmed at the noises, her body trembling with fear and something darker, and she bit down on her lower lip to steel her resolve.

  His body grew tense and Rob squeezed his fist about his dick tighter as his heavy balls swayed beneath him, his blue speedo down around his ankles as the incredibly toned and fit man pleasured himself to the sight of his sister’s large tits. “Fuck… yes,” he muttered, his balls beginning to tighten beneath him as his dick throbbed thicker.

  She inhaled, deeply, and his scent mingled with the salt water spray. It was an intense sensation that had no comparison, and a heavy lump formed in her throat. Oh god, this is so wrong. She knew it, and she squirmed, her arms folding around her stomach as if to protect herself from him even though it just squeezed her heavy breasts together, so invitingly.

  His breath caught, and she heard him mutter, “Oh shit… it’s cummi--” Rob’s words were cut off, his immature six-pack abs clenching as his body first stiffened, then convulsed. His thick, feverishly red cock swelling as it expelled its rich, creamy seed.

  Such a torrent of virile cum erupted from her brother’s dick, and at such a high pressure volume! It shot across the gap that separated them, much of it landing in grass beneath their feet, but some went so far as to strike upon her skin. A splatter of the creamy spunk struck her thigh, her arms over her stomach, and even a little landed on her plump tits as his eyes rolled back into his head and he beat his dick wildly through his throes of ecstasy.

  “Rob!” she half shouted, half gasped, and she couldn’t resist glaring at him.

  Glaring at him, and stealing a quick look that she prayed he didn't notice.

  She bit her lower lip, trying to silence herself from any gasps of pleasure, and she was glad she did. Never had she seen anything like it, and her eyes grew wide as she took a step backwards. This is so wrong. She closed her eyes tightly again, trying to purge the sight of her brother’s virile body cumming, but it was ingrained on her eyelids, and she shivered as she tried to repress her desire.

  The intensity of his expression as he leaned against the rock wall and bent forward closer to her… he’d experienced what must have been an incredibly intense climax, and she got to witness the final throes of it as a few more spurts of creamy seed jetted out into the dirt. Rob forced his eyes open and looked at her chest again, a lewd moan escaping him as he pumped the last of his ejaculate out.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned, the pace of his hand over that thick shaft slowing as he milked it dry. “Sorry sis,” he said in a low, almost drugged sort of voice. A shiver travelled through his tanned, muscular form, along his broad shoulders, down across his hard pecs and abs, which were a bit paler thanks to his shirt, matching her own skin tone there. “I got carried away,” he panted out.

  “Yea,” she hissed, trying to sound unamused. Annoyed, even.

  Anything to hide the desire that brewed just beneath her skin.

  “Now I have to wash off. Great.” She went to reach for her bikini but, seeing the cum laced across her tits, sighed. “Fuck, go get the papaya or else dad’ll have a fit about how long we were gone.” Her fingers trembled as she undid her shorts and straightened her bikini bottoms over her generous ass.

  She walked over to the pool haughtily as she stepped into the warm water and began rinsing herself off.

  Despite having just blown his load on her, she noted that her brother didn’t move. He stood there, staring at her as she shed her shorts. Dick still in hand and throbbing as he watched her step into the warm water out from beneath the ledge, where the sun shone upon her.

  “Fuck sis,” he choked out in a husky voice. The deep, dark purple crown of his cock so prominent, with a little bead of pearl white atop its slit. “I never realized how gorgeous you are before all this.”

  She stilled for a moment, her breath caught in her throat. This was something different. It wasn’t just desperate need in his voice anymore, and it both titillated and infuriated her.

  “Rob, get cleaned up and stop being gross.” She hoped she sounded in control, confident, because she certainly didn’t feel it. Her mind was in turmoil and she hurried to wash herself of her brother’s taint.

  It did the trick, because he quickly nodded then knelt down at the edge of the pool, rinsing off his hand then using it to wipe away the remaining cum from the tip of his dick before stuffing it back into his speedo.

  “S-sorry,” he muttered, sounding so embarrassed about what he’d just said. “I-I got carried away.” Though, as he headed off, he paused and added, “A deal’s a deal though.”

  Before she could retort he was gone. Headed off into the jungle to gather up the papaya he'd use as an excuse to jerk off to her.

  She leaned back in the water as he left, the sun beating down on her skin as she tried to take in what just happened. What she’d just done, and agreed t
o. It was all her father’s fault! If he hadn’t made her feel so uncomfortable and weirded out, she’d never have gotten lost in this damned jungle and found Rob doing... that.

  Still, at least she had a shirt now. If she dressed more presentably, maybe that’d help them all settle down a little.

  Her father managed to make the fish taste better than anything at home. She didn’t know how, as there wasn’t much to work with on the island but the fruit. Though once the big meal was done, she felt sated, though she never let herself overindulge. She'd developed that willpower long before they were shipwrecked.

  Angel called it a night early, shortly after the sun set, not wanting to sit around before the still hungry gazes of those two virile men more than she had to.

  She couldn’t find sleep in the cave. Not so soon. And not as the sounds of the fire crackling outside mingled with the low murmurs of her brother and father.

  They’d kept quiet for some time, but once they’d begun to talk she perked up and listened in closely.

  “So what’s the deal with her wearin’ your shirt?” asked her father, sounding more than just curious. Perturbed maybe?

  “Sorry dad,” said her brother, and she could make out the silhouette of him outside the cave, rubbing a hand over his short blonde hair. “I was... well, I was weak…” he muttered.

  “What do you mean?” asked her father, to which her brother hesitated.

  “She caught me… y’know. Jerkin’ off.”

  “So?” retorted her father. “For that you give her your shirt?”

  “No,” Rob responded. “It was so she’d let me jerk off on her tits,” he said, fudging the truth a little. “Promised to let me at ‘em twice a day from now on,” he confessed, his tone growing to an almost boasting tenor.

  Angel sneered, and her face burned with her anger, but she tried to keep still. To hold back her heated breaths, to repress her shame. Not only was he telling her father what she’d done, but making her seem like an even bigger skank!