Carol told them about the hayloft, and how her brother had avoided her since. There was a sparkle in their eyes, but a sadness, too.
“He shouldn’t have felt ashamed, Mother,” Susan said.
“I know that, darling,” Carol replied. “But some people can’t handle what we’re doing with each other. I suspect Steve is one of those people.”
“What are you gonna do, Mom?”
“I’m going to see him, of course,” she said.
“Are you gonna tell him to go away?” Susan asked.
“I have no right telling him where he can live,” Carol said. “But I do have to see him. I love my brother, like I love you two. Yes, I have to see Steve.”
She got up and, with Susan and Bobby still sitting on the floor, left them.
She was very nervous as she left her house and started in the direction of his apartment, yet there was a steamy feeling between her thighs.
“Hello, Steve,” she said quietly.
The tall man stared at her, showing no surprise. Carol’s legs trembled when her brother ushered her into the living room.
She sat down and crossed her legs, folding her hands nervously in her lap. She watched him sit at the other end of the couch. Despite the many years that had passed, Carol realized he had changed little. Older, and more handsome than she remembered, he was mature and self-assured.
Carol remembered little of the conversation, but enough to find out he had been married, no children, then divorced. He was a middle executive with a large company, had lived in this apartment for three years, and only recently met Bobby and Susan.
Through the period of becoming reacquainted with her brother, Carol was acutely conscious of the throbbing pulsations of her cunt, and her eyes drifted frequently to the front of his pants. It was something she could not stop, despite all her efforts.
Steve told her he had seen Susan and Bobby, and was struck by the resemblance Susan had to Carol at that age. In fact, he thought he was looking at Carol all over again. It was he who had initiated the meeting with them, and was dumbfounded to learn who they were and that they lived so closely to him. He had wit known or suspected that Carol lived in the city, let alone so close.
Only when they began to talk about the hayloft did he indicate nervousness. She watched him as he went into the small kitchen and prepared coffee for them. She watched his hands shake. Her cunt was becoming more and more aroused. The insides of her thighs were getting wet and slippery, and she knew she still wanted her brother, wanted to fuck him, just as she had for many years after the hayloft incident.
They sipped coffee, and Carol noticed Steve tried to avoid her eyes. Yet, she noticed, he glanced at her body often. He seemed embarrassed, she felt. He, too, was thinking about that day, she knew. She realized that her skirt had hiked up her thighs. And, she was aware that Steve was having a difficult time keeping his eyes averted from her tantalizing flesh.
Steve questioned her about finances and family. Carol made vague comments and answers. She was trembling inside, her tits rising and falling as she breathed. Her eyes were smoky with desire for her brother. Her rounded knees were fully exposed as was a few inches of her slim, creamy thighs. She rocked her foot back and forth as she chatted.
“Susan and Bobby seem to be wonderful kids,” he said, his arm on the back of the couch. His fingers were very near her shoulder, and Carol could almost feel those fingers touching her. “I like them, Carol. Since I’ve never had any of my own, I seem drawn to them.”
“That’s natural, Steve,” she replied. “After all, you are their uncle.”
“Has it been tough for you, Carol?”
“Tough? No, I wouldn’t say that.”
“I mean without a husband, a man, around the house,” he said. “Trying to raise two kids alone can be tough on a woman.”
“We’ve done all right.”
They fell silent, and the tension became heavy between them. Carol thought she should go. They were uncomfortable with each other, she felt. She was starting to get up, when her brother placed his hand on her shoulder. Carol gasped, feeling an electric jolt flow through her body. She gazed into his eyes.
“Carol, there’s something we haven’t talked about,” he said in a low voice.
“I know,” she replied, her own voice low and whispery.
“We should, I think.”
She was shaking, unable to stop. Her brother’s fingers gripped her shoulder, but not painfully. He was looking at her in the same manner that he had when he found her in the hayloft.
“Why did you avoid me, Steve?” she asked, her voice seeming to stumble over the words, “I mean, after we…”
He began to caress her shoulder. “It’s hard to put into words,” he replied. “You were — still, are — the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I had this crazy idea that you were just too beautiful for what I did to you.”
“You gave me the impression you hated me.”
“God, no!” he said. “I didn’t hate you, Carol. What we did was great. But you were so beautiful, I could hardly stand to look at you. I got this idea you were ashamed of it, so I left you alone, knowing I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. I didn’t want to hurt you, Carol. I thought I had hurt you enough that day.”
“You hurt me by avoiding me,” she answered.
They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time, then Steve said, his voice hoarse, “You wanted to do it again?”
“Oh, yes!” she murmured. “Oh, Steve! You don’t know how much I wanted you to do that again. I suffered horribly, reliving it all the time. I… I was in love with you. You were my brother, the first man to do it to me, and I was in love with you.”
Somehow, with neither knowing how it happened, Carol was in his arms. Her brother was holding her tightly against his chest, and they were kissing frantically. Tasting his tongue against her lips, Carol hungrily sucked it into her mouth. She held him tight, her tits smashed against his chest.
After what seemed a long time, they broke apart, both gasping heavily. Carol tried to compose herself, but didn’t have much success.
“Now what?” she murmured, avoiding his eyes.
He moved his arm about her shoulders and pulled her head against him. She shivered as his hand moved down and cupped her tit. She was breathless when his fingers began to squeeze her tit. Her head was lowered a bit, and she was gazing at the front of his pants. There was a growing bulge there, she saw, and her hand itched to fondle his cock. But she forced herself to leave it alone. When her brother slipped his hand into the front of her blouse and toyed with her rigid nipple, she shuddered in pleasure.
“You’re not wearing a bra, Carol,” he whispered.
“Nor panties,” she replied.
His other hand moved to her knee, and she watched it move along the satiny flesh, his fingers disappearing underneath her pleated skirt. She sighed as his fingers moved toward her hot cunt.
“You won’t turn from me again, Steve?” she asked.
“We aren’t kids any longer, Carol,” he said.
“Thank God for that,” she whispered, uncrossing her knees.
Lifting her mouth to his, she felt her brother’s hand move between her thighs, and he cupped her naked, hairy cunt. She mewled, and was no longer able to keep her itching hand away from his cock. She placed it on top of the bulge, squeezing his prick.
Steve rubbed his sister’s pussy, teasing her knotted clitoris. Carol whimpered as she fondled his cock, her emotions high, her cunt steaming in that delicious, bubbling way. She began to fumble with the zipper of his pants, and they both became very eager now.
She gazed at his prick, her eyes searching the thick, long shaft, the large, smooth head. Fluids beaded from his piss hole, and she closed her fist around his prick tightly, slowly pumping it as his fingers excited her cunt.
Carol could wait no longer. She was boiling hotly. Pulling away from him, she lifted her ass and yanked her pleated skirt to her waist, then
lay back on the couch, drawing one leg up. Steve stared between her teasingly long thighs, looking at the hairy wetness of his sister’s cunt. His cock throbbed eagerly as he slipped his pants down.
She looked at his cock and balls with glazed eyes, mewling and writhing her ass on the couch. When Steve knelt between her thighs, Carol lifted her crotch to him. She gave a loud hiss of delight when she felt his smooth cockhead pressing against the puffy lips of her hot cunt.
“Oooooh, yes!” she murmured hotly as his cock moved into her pussy. “Yes, yes, Steve!”
Her brother placed his weight on top of her, his hands clutching the rippling flesh of her naked ass, his cock penetrating deeply, his hairy balls resting against her ass. She rushed her arms about him, then down his, back to clutch at his asscheeks, her cunt grinding against him.
“Oh, Steve! Oh, Steve!” she gurgled as he began to thrust his cock in and out of her tightly stretched cunt. “Ohhh, so good, Steve! I’ve missed you so much! I’m missed your cock so very much!”
They gasped hotly, Carol grinding and churning beneath him. Steve banged his hips up and down, driving his throbbing cock very deep into his sister’s gripping cunt. His balls slapped against her fiery hot, writhing asscheeks.
Carol was thrilled with the way he dug his hands into the cheeks of her ass, lifting her up, his cock plunging into her already orgasming cunt. She moaned and wailed, whimpered and sobbed. The ecstasy was so beautiful, so fantastic.
The lips of her cunt sucked and pulled on his cock, increasing the sensations for them. She clawed at his pumping ass, feeling the cheeks bunch as he pounded into her pussy. She thrashed until she was in danger of falling off the couch. His cock filled her cunt to the utmost, stretching her pussy lips. Drawing her legs up his thighs, she scissored them hotly, arching her cunt to his plunging cock, sobbing, with tears of ecstasy rolling from her eyes. She beat against his thighs with her heels, urging him to greater effort.
The strong waves of her orgasm were threatening to rip her slim, curvy body apart. She began to bite at his neck and shoulder as she whipped her cunt up and down, then in tight circles as his cock drove beautifully into her clinging cunt. She could feel each throb of his lovely, hard cock with her cunt lips. Her clitoris was being scraped by the hard cockshaft, setting it on fire. She screamed against his neck.
“Ohhhh, you’re making me come so much, darling! My pussy is so hot! Fuck me, Steve! Ohhh, Steve, darling, fuck me! I love it. I love you!”
Her fingers dug into the tight flesh of his bouncing ass, her thighs sliding against his hips. When her brother squeezed at her asscheeks, his cock plunging swiftly, the friction sent her into powerful, body-shaking orgasms that were stronger than any she had ever experienced. She became wild in her movements, thrashing about, her cunt exploding with such power that she could hardly stand it.
“So tight!” she heard him grunt. “So fucking tight, Carol! And so wet!”
“For you, Steve!” she howled. “I’m tight and wet for you darling! Oooooh, fuck me, fuck me! My cunt wants that big cock, Steve! My cunt wants you to come in it! Oh, please, please, squirt your come juice in my pussy!”
But Steve continued to pound into her cunt in an almost brutal way. But she loved it, was thrilled by it.
On and on it went.
Carol was almost out of her mind with ecstasy, and her turn continued to convulse with multiple orgasms that seared her flesh and shattered her mind. His cock was growing larger, she thought. Her cunt was stuffed to capacity, and her clitoris felt as if it were melting. The flowing bliss rippling through her was becoming unbearable.
After what seemed like hours to Carol, hours of the most intense ecstasy she had ever known, she felt her brother’s cock lurching inside her gripping cunt. She felt his body turn stiff, and his balls pressed hard against her upturned ass. She drew her knees high, almost touching them against her shoulders, raising her cunt into the air for him.
She screamed.
The flood of his come juice spattered along the walls of her cunt. She began to come again as his cock gushed into her, flooding her pussy like never before. She felt each contraction of his thick cock, each spurt of his come juice spewing into her.
Steve was grunting, his face pressing into her soft, scented hair. His balls writhed against her naked ass, intensifying the ecstasy racing through his sister. Even when he slumped on top of her, smashing her tits with his chest, his cock still inside her cunt but no longer fucking, her pussy still contracted in waves of orgasm. But they weren’t strong now, they were milder, bringing her down slowly.
Finally he lifted from her and sat on the couch. Carol remained on her back, legs wide, her beautiful face glowing with delight.
“I suppose you’ll avoid me again, now,” she murmured.
“Hardly,” her brother said, grinning at her and caressing the inside of her thigh. “I’m a man now, not a teenager, Carol. I can handle it now.”
She sat up and looked closely at him. “Are you sure, Steve?”
“I’m sure, Carol.”
She thought a moment, then said, “There are some things you don’t know, Steve. If we plan to keep this up, then you’ve got to know.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, gently pulling her blouse open and twisting her nipples tenderly. “I have no plans to go anywhere. I’m not going to be a fool and lose you again.”
“What are you saying?”
“I want to stay with you, Carol,” he said simply.
“People might know,” she warned.
“I doubt it. We don’t look that much alike. I could be your new husband, for all they know.”
Her eyes clouded. “I… I would love to live with you that way, Steve, but what about Susan and Bobby? They know you’re my brother.”
“We’d have to be very careful there, I admit,” he said, “but I’m sure it can work out.”
“You don’t understand,” she said. “I told you there are things you don’t know about me. Once you learn, you may change your mind.”
“I won’t,” he said. “I promise you that.”
She held his cock in her hand, feeling the slippery wetness on it. She gazed at him for a long time. “Steve,” she said in a low voice, “I’m… insatiable. Do you know what that means?”
“Of course. It means you can’t get enough fucking,” he grinned at her. “You ward to fuck constantly, right?”
She nodded. “But not the way you think, Steve. I don’t throw it at any man. I want one man.” Her eyes clouded again. “I suppose I should say two men.”
He frowned.
“You’ll hate me,” she whispered.
“There isn’t any danger of that, Carol. Sometimes I think I can’t get enough pussy, either. I understand what you mean. I don’t think I’d like it, though, sharing you with another man.”
She held his cock in her hand, looking at it. She knew she should tell him about Susan and Bobby now, but there was one thing she wanted to do before she mentioned them. She was afraid after she told him that Steve would disappear from her life once more never to return.
“You know, Steve,” she said in a throaty voice, “I’ve wanted to suck your cock all these years.”
“I won’t stop you, Carol,” he smiled. “I sort of enjoy a blow job. Knowing how hot you are, I bet you can suck my cock like it’s never been sucked.”
She grinned lewdly at him. “You’re going to find out right now.”
She shoved her face down, kissing the wet head of her brother’s cock. She swiped her tongue out, swirling it about the moist head. She listened to him groan in pleasure as her lips closed around it, taking it deep into her greedy mouth. She felt his hand resting on the back of her head as she sucked his cock deeply, the smooth head probing her throat.
Her lips tingled with pleasure as she smoothly slipped them up and, down her brother’s hard, throbbing prick. Steve’s cock was larger than her son’s, stretching her lips very wide, but she managed easily to get it into her
mouth with her nose buried into the wiry hairs. She held his balls as she sucked him, rolling and twisting them about. The taste of his cock sent shivers rippling through her, her nipples swollen again.
There was hardly any room inside her stuffed mouth to use her tongue, but that didn’t matter to Carol. She fucked his cock into her mouth as though it were her cunt. Her hot, wet lips tingled with delight as they began to race up and down his throbbing cockshaft. She devoured him with sobs of hungry ecstasy, mewling passionately. The powerful throbbing of his cock on her lips and against her throat caused her cunt to burn again, and mild orgasms began to ripple through it.
“Oh, Carol,” she heard him moan. “You really know how to suck cock, don’t you? Your mouth is so hot and wet! Oh, suck me, Carol, suck me!”
His words of encouragement sent Carol to racing her mouth up and down swiftly. Her mind was reeling with the sweetness of feeling his cock between her lips, stuffing her greedy mouth. She held the swollen head of his prick between her lips and swirled her hot tongue over his piss hole, swallowing because he was dripping so much. The taste of his come juice was sweet on her tongue, and she began to suck swiftly again, desperate to have his prick gushing that lovely come juice down her burning throat.
Feeling this would probably be the first and last time she would be able to suck him off, Carol put all her effort and skills to work. If she never sucked his cock off again, then she wanted this to be the best blow job he would ever have.
Steve began pressing at her head, arching his cock up into her mouth as she went down. He was fucking her mouth as much as she was sucking him.
Steve grunted loudly, arching up high, as if trying to ram his cock down her throat.
The powerful gush of his come juice suddenly bubbled into Carol’s mouth. She squealed in delight and swallowed, sucking as hard as she could as he spewed into her mouth. The sweet come juice splashing over her tongue sent her cunt into spasms, her ass twisting as she sucked his cock.
Some of the thick come juice ran along the shaft of his prick, seeping from the corners of her tightly gripping lips. The white come juice clung to his balls, and Carol sucked and swallowed until he finally slumped his ass down, moaning from the ecstasy. Carol sucked off his cock and ran her tongue about the come juice glistening on his prick, then against his balls, licking it all away.
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