During the ten-minute ride from the airport to her home, Gwen's thoughts were once more a confused jumble of promises and guilt about what she hoped to accomplish. During the month that had elapsed since she'd made her vow she'd buried herself in her classwork, swearing off sexual contact.
Alan had been immediately pissed off at her. She had laughed when he told her, "A girl like you can't stop cold turkey, Gwen. I've never met anyone who was always so horny. You'll go nuts in two days if you don't get fucked!" But she had kept her promise to herself, much to his chagrin. She had to admit that he was very nice about it, not pressuring her once he knew she had really made up her mind. Even in classwork he continued to grade her work fairly. He'd not given her any breaks in her work when they had been fucking, or did he take it out that way when they stopped. She had noticed more than a few glances between him and a red-headed beauty in the back row, though, so she figured he'd found a new one for the bedroom.
Now she squirmed slightly in the backseat of the cab, her jeans riding up her crotch and rubbing along her pussy lips. She'd taken to wearing panties now to prevent the constant arousal, but found that short of having them made of iron there was no way to cut off the stimulation totally. And Alan had been partially right in his remarks on her nature. She had begun to feel very strange after only two days of no sex. Frenzied masturbation each night and several times a day when she could find a private place had only given temporary relief from the aching itch in her snatch. Her own fingers or the occasional hairbrush handle was no replacement for a hard cock attached to a real man.
Before she'd gone off to college she had masturbated almost as frequently to great satisfaction. But after months of being reamed, creamed, banged and humped by dozens of men, she could no longer get the same results on her own.
The original idea of swearing off was as a first step in her resolve to either make it with her father or stop her incestuous lust forever, but now she was so hot she felt like raping the cabdriver. She stared at the back of his head as her mind suddenly filled with the vision of this chubby, cigar-puffing stranger humping her in the backseat of his cab, stopped in the middle of the highway. She gave a little giggling burst of laughter at both that image and the way her lust-crazed mind was working, then forced her thoughts back home.
It had been eight months since she had last seen anyone, having given them an excuse for not coming home at Christmas vacation. She had hoped that being away would make her feelings about her father diminish, but, if anything, they had simply grown stronger, fueled by her own active imagination more than they had been when she was home.
"Miss? Are you okay?"
"Huh? What?" Gwen shook her head, realizing with a start that she'd been staring off into space.
"This is the address you gave me," the driver said, looking over the front-seat of the cab at her through a cloud of cigar smoke and gesturing out the window.
"Gwen? Hey, Sis!!" a shout suddenly rang out from the opposite side of the cab, and Gwen hurriedly climbed out to stare in amazement at the tall young man hurrying toward her from the front of the house.
"Why didn't you call to tell us you were coming in? I could've picked you up at the airport!" her brother called out as he hurried up to her.
He grabbed her in his arms and spun her about, picking her up easily with his six-foot-three-inch frame.
"Bill?" Gwen laughed, hugging him back, still staring at him with surprise. "Is that really you?"
Bill let her down and laughed back again. "Well, I know it's been a couple of months, but I couldn't have changed that much. You still look the same, though – pretty as ever."
He turned to the cabdriver, who was leaning out of his window and clearing his throat loudly to try and get some attention. While he paid the fare, then reached in the backseat to pull out Gwen's two suitcases, she stepped back a pace to study him.
The last time she'd seen him was eight months before at the airport, when she'd flown off to Lindale College. He was still only seventeen then, although close to his eighteenth birthday, and nothing at all like the handsome, confident young man she saw before her now.
Gwen remembered him as always having walked slightly stooped over, a bit self-conscious about being so tall. And that self-consciousness hadn't been helped by a bad case of teenage acne. Gwen had been lucky enough to have missed that particular teenage curse herself, and even what Bill had was not the terrible scarring kind, but it had caused him to keep his head down a lot rather than facing people when talking, making his stoop even more pronounced.
As he backed out of the cab with her bags and kicked the door shut, Gwen watched him pull himself up proudly to his full height, and saw that not only was his face totally cleared up, but something else was missing.
"Your glasses!" she shouted around a smile, pointing at his face as if in accusation. "I knew there was something different! How can you get around without walking into the trees?"
Bill had worn glasses since he was in the third grade, and had always kept the same kind – large, bulky, dark horn-rims with heavy lenses – even when styles had changed to smoother lines. But now nothing sat across his nose to block the clear blue of his eyes.
"Mom and Dad got me contact lenses for my last birthday," he grinned, tilting his head upward as though posing, nose in the air. "Whatcha think? Movie-idol time, right?"
Gwen started to laugh, then suddenly stopped and really looked at him, her mouth open in surprise. Bill held his pose for a second, then glanced at her and frowned.
"Now what's the matter?"
"You…" she mumbled, still a bit shocked by the image before her,
"you look almost exactly like Dad in those old high-school pictures of him!"
It was true. Without the blemishes and the large glasses hiding his face, Bill really was almost the mirror image of his father in younger days. Gwen suddenly felt her pussy tremble slightly, and felt a slight wetness creep down the inside of her thigh.
Dear Lord, not my brother, too! she thought in shock. But there was no way around it; she now found herself getting turned on by her younger brother!
"Yeah, Mom told me I looked like him when I got rid of my glasses." He grinned and punched her playfully on the shoulder, and the sudden brotherly move shocked her out of her erotic mood. "Come on, let's get inside," Bill said, grabbing her elbow with one hand and her suitcases with the other. "I wanna see their faces when you walk in!"
They hurried up the sidewalk, laughing and trading little bits of news just like any brother and sister who'd been apart for a while, but Gwen kept shooting glances at him when he wasn't looking, and with each glance she got hotter and hotter.
"Hi, Mom," Gwen said quietly, trying not to laugh as she walked into the kitchen, her brother hanging over her shoulder to watch the reaction.
"Gwen! Honey, is that really you?!" Her mother had been bent over looking into a storage closet when they walked in, and she straightened up and hurried to gather Gwen in her arms, squeezing her tightly and kissing her cheek. They pulled back from each other and Gwen saw tears starting to well up in her mother's dark-green eyes.
"Oh, baby, it's so good to see you again! We've missed having you around here for so long – why didn't you call us to let us know you were coming!" Carol pretended to scold her, but couldn't keep the warmth and motherly concern from her voice.
Carol Bristol stood an inch taller than her young daughter, but even at almost twice Gwen's age she'd maintained a truly outrageous figure.
With her measurements stretching the tape at an impressively curvy 4124-36, her husband called her his own bunny of the year. Although Gwen was proud of her own build, she had always hoped she might inherit her mother's figure more completely.
Gwen smiled and tried to keep the sudden tears of happiness from welling up in her own eyes at the reunion. "I wasn't sure when I'd get in, or even if I could, so I didn't want to get your hopes up for nothing."
"How long are you going to be home, honey?" she asked, brushing a stray strand of golden hair from her face.
"All week, Mom!" Bill jumped in happily.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Gwen inquired.
Carol looked back up to see the worry in her daughter's pretty face.
"Oh, it's nothing really too troublesome, honey. It's just, well, I don't know where you're going to sleep."
"What?" she gasped, half-laughing. "Don't tell me I've been gone so long that you rented out my room?"
"Worse than that," Bill grinned, slipping past them to rummage in the refrigerator. "They made it into a sewing room."
Carol grabbed her daughter's hands in her own. "Now Gwen, don't get upset. It was so long since you'd been home, we figured that if you came back for a while we could rearrange things to give you a place to stay. We didn't change it into the sewing room until we found you weren't coming home for Christmas. If we'd known you were coming now …"
"That's okay, Mom. It's not that big of a deal! And I wrote and told you why I couldn't come home for Christmas." Gwen nodded thanks to her brother as he tossed her a can of cola from the fridge and dropped his tall frame onto a counter stool. For a second she was again struck by his uncanny resemblance to their father.
"It was a good chance for me to get some extra credit in my biology lab by helping the professor over the holidays. I knew I'd probably be able to get home for this Spring vacation week."
What she hadn't written to tell them was the work she did to get that extra credit had involved flying to the coast for the month's vacation with her professor for some private biology lessons at a lakeside cottage.
The first semester of college she'd done everything she could to shake the overwhelming presence of her father in her mind, but had been unable to, even after a succession of almost a dozen horny young lovers. A psychology-class lecture had given her the idea that it might be some kind of fixation with the image of an older man, so she had half-seduced, half-allowed herself to be seduced by her biology professor. But, even though for a man in his mid-forties he had been able to keep up with the hot young girl stroke for stroke the entire month, it had done no good. She realized then that it was only her father whom she yearned for, and no surrogate lover could take his place in her mind or her body.
"So anyway," her mother was saying, "your old room is pretty much crammed full now with boxes and old furniture and everything else that was in the way around the house. We moved your bed into Bill's room, and he's been using it as extra space to spread out his schoolwork and books."
Although she heard everything her mother had said, Gwen's mind locked only on the statement that her bed was now in her brother's room, and she suddenly felt weak in the knees. She coughed to clear her throat.
"Well, it's no problem then," she said, happy to hear she was able to keep the nervous quaver out of her voice. "I didn't come home to lock myself in a room all by myself. All I need is a place to sleep at night – you don't mind sharing your room with me at night, do you, Billy?" she asked.
Bill looked up at his sister, ready to give a flippant reply, although he really didn't care one way or the other, and then their eyes locked.
Bill was stunned at what he thought he saw smoldering in his sister's eyes, and for the first time since she'd gotten home he really looked at her.
With Gwen dressed in a college t-shirt that fit boldly around her swelling breasts, Bill realized she wore no bra under it, her nipples lightly outlined in the dark material. Tight-fitting jeans molded to the curves of her hips and long, shapely legs, ending in dark, softleather boots with high heels. But his eyes kept flashing back up to her own bright blue ones, and the unmistakable message of sensuality there.
"I… uh… no problem…" he finally managed to croak out, then turned away from them and swallowed half his soda in one bolt to try and moisten his dry throat. Jesus, what am I thinking of! he thought wildly. My luck with girls has finally changed this last year of school now that I've gotten rid of that damn acne. What the hell am I getting excited about my own sister for, for crying out loud!
Gwen had seen the confusion in Bill's face, and then, watching his gaze suddenly shooting up and down her body, followed by his quickly turning away, told her all she needed to know. She grinned to herself – My little brother is horny, too! And Lord, does he ever look like our father!
Her father! Gwen suddenly turned back to her mother.
"Guess that's settled then. But where's Daddy? I thought he'd be home from work by now."
"He is, honey. He's working in the backyard." Carol walked over to the kitchen window and shouted out to the backyard. "Ken, honey? Can you come inside for a minute?"
She turned back and grinned at Gwen. "Here he comes – he's really going to be surprised to see you, honey. I think he's missed you more than anyone. You know how fathers are when their little girls go away!"
Gwen's heart skipped a beat at the news. She knew she was probably clutching at whatever straws she could get, but after the positive reaction from her brother, she was more firm than ever in her resolve to make it in the sack with her father.
She heard steps moving up onto the back porch, and then the kitchen door swung open and her father strolled in, wiping his hands on his jeans.
"Okay, what's the… Gwen?" He stopped and a wide smile split his handsome face. "Gwen, baby?"
Gwen could barely contain herself at his appearance. He had obviously been working in the backyard for some time, as he wore an old faded pair of blue jeans and work boots. He wore no shirt, and his hairy and muscular torso gleamed with sweat, deeply tanned by the sun. She glanced back and forth from father to son and it was like seeing twins with twenty years between them! Her father was still ruggedly handsome at 42 years old and, except for some slight thinning back on his forehead, still had a full head of sandy hair, while flashing the same deep-blue eyes he shared with both his children.
"Daddy! Oh, Daddy!" she suddenly cried and rushed across the short space to throw her arms around him, pressing her face to his sweaty chest. The musky, manly smell of his body filled her nostrils like perfume, and she knew there would never be anything about her father that she didn't like. She encircled his waist with her arms, squeezing tightly, holding on almost more to keep herself upright as her knees were shaking slightly, being so close to him. Being away for eight months had affected her feelings for him alright – whereas before she had been an infatuated little virgin, she was now a sexually experienced young lady who was more in love than ever with the thought of having her father make love to her.
Ken reached down and stroked his daughter's golden hair, his eyes watering just as his wife's had at first sight of their long-absent daughter.
He hooked a thumb under her chin and pulled her head up to face him, then kissed her gently on the forehead. "I've missed you, baby-doll," he grinned, squeezing her shoulders in his large hands.
"Oh, and I've missed you, too, Daddy," Gwen said, hugging him tightly.
"I've missed you all," she added, turning to smile back at her mother and brother. "But now we've got a whole week to catch up on things."
The rest of the afternoon and evening were spent in loud conversation that often broke down into bursts of uncontrollable laughter as the family gathered around the dinner table to talk about things that had happened both at home and with Gwen at school in the long months since they'd last seen one another.
Gwen found herself at ease the whole time, so much to talk about that she was able to put aside her thoughts of seduction and just relax in the warm glow of her family's presence again.
But finally her father rose from the table and stretched, his body cracking slightly as he bent backward. "Ahhh, all this sitting and talking has worn me out more than working all day. I hate to retire so early, but I'm afraid you'll have to carry me to bed if I stay up any longer. You coming, Carol?"
"Yes," she replied, also rising from the table and starting to gather up the empty glasses they collected throughout the evening. "I'll be up in a minute."
"Great to have you home again, baby," Ken said as he leaned over Gwen's chair, again resting his hands on her shoulders. As he bent down to kiss her cheek goodnight, Gwen suddenly moved her head slightly and their lips met. Ken simply thought of it as a fatherly kiss, but to Gwen it was like an electric shock had shot up her spine as their lips brushed briefly.
"Goodnight, Daddy," she sighed as he moved back.
"'Night, baby, you sleep well. You, too, junior!" he grinned and tousled Bill's hair as he walked by his son's chair.
After their mother had also said goodnight, both brother and sister stayed up a few more hours, now talking over old secrets they remembered sharing when growing up, and Bill revealed a growing confidence with girls. Gwen had never seen him going out on a date the whole time she was living at home. But with the changes in his physical appearance had come a new confidence in himself that girls seemed to notice, and he had been making up for lost time.
Eventually both Gwen and Bill started to feel tired, and glancing at the old mantle clock Gwen was surprised to see it was only eleven.
"Been a busy day, so much happening that it seems to have lasted longer," Bill observed as they rose and headed up the stairs. "I feel worn-out."
When they entered his bedroom there was an awkward moment of silence as both of them contemplated the two beds, sitting only three feet away from each other at one side of the room.
"Uh," Bill cleared his throat, then went to the closet and pulled out a bathrobe, "I'll take my shower first, then you can have the bathroom after I'm finished."
"How come you always get to use the bathroom first?" she laughed, pulling off her boots and pretending to throw one at him. "Some things never change."
Bill grinned from around the door to the small bathroom he had to himself. His eyes once again ran over his sister's lush body, and he said quietly, "I don't know. I think some things change a lot."
Gwen lay back on the bed and listened as he started running the shower, then after a moment heard the door of the shower open and shut and the splash of water as he began to wash up.
All the repressed sexuality of her self-imposed celibacy suddenly burst on her as she realized that there was a virile young man totally nude in the room right next to her.
"To hell with subtlety!" she laughed aloud to herself. Pulling open one of her suitcases, she rummaged through the contents and pulled out a short terry-cloth robe. Quickly stripping off her clothing, she tied the short robe loosely around her waist. The hem came to a halt well up her shapely thighs, and by belting it loose and pulling back the shoulders, gave it a plunging open front, revealing the curve of her deep cleavage.
Pulling a brush out of her smaller bag, she used the inside of the darkened window as a mirror and brushed her flowing blonde hair into a shimmering mass of waves about her beautiful face.
Just then she heard the water stop and the shower door clang open. She sat on the edge of her bed and crossed her legs, facing the bathroom door. After a moment her brother walked into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist while he scrubbed at his wet hair with another.
"Okay, Sis, your turn. I think you've got about two minutes of hot water left in -" He suddenly stopped short, his mouth open wide as he saw her reclining on the bed. She took a deep breath and his eyes flitted back and forth from the half-hidden mounds of her swelling breasts to the display of her long slender legs. He thought he could catch a glimpse of a soft golden pelt between her thighs under the robe, but was too embarrassed to stare, and quickly turned his side to her as though moving toward the bureau.
"I don't think I'm going to take a shower tonight," Gwen sighed seductively, rising and walking to stand behind her brother. She reached up as she passed him and lightly ran her fingertips down his naked spine, then quickly darted into the bathroom and slammed the door. "Be out in a minute," she called.
Bill turned and stared at the closed bathroom door, his mind going in a hundred directions at once, but his cock moving in only one – up, long and hard. The towel around his waist began to tent out over his groin, and he looked down as if it were caused by something other than his own body.
Jesus! he thought. What the hell is going on? I've never seen a girl who looked like that – but she's my sister! What the hell am I thinking of?
He angrily whipped the towel from around his waist and stared at his throbbing erection, as if willing it to go down. But the huge inflamed cock still stuck out proud and strong, eight inches of hard male meat.
Bill quickly crawled into his bed, pulling the sheets up tightly around his neck. He could still feel the path her fingertips had trailed on his back. He was damned if that was a sisterly touch. But what else could it have been? Confused and upset with the strange situation, the teenaged boy rolled over onto his side, facing the window.
After a few minutes he heard the bathroom door open, then rolled back over as his sister walked in. He sucked in a sudden breath at the sight, for if anything Gwen now had her robe almost completely undone.
Not knowing where to look, he stared at the bathroom door.
"I thought you said you weren't going to use the bathroom," he tried to joke.
"I only said I wasn't going to take a shower, silly," Gwen smiled, leaning over to pull down the sheets on her bed. The motion made her robe ride up the back of her firm thighs and Bill was treated to a view of the delectable bottoms of her firm buttocks only two feet from his face.
"What-" he croaked, coughed, and tried again. "What else is there to do in a bathroom?"
"Well, you've got a dirty little mind!" she giggled, turning to face him with hands on hips. "I was doing woman-things that you have no business sticking your nose into…"
Then she leaned forward slightly, looking down into his eyes and added, very softly, "… although that might be kind of fun."
Bill's cock gave a lurch at the blatant invitation in her eyes, but he swallowed hard yet again and rolled over with his back to her. "Turn out the light when you're ready," he gasped.
"Okay," Gwen said, turning back to her bed and starting to unbelt the robe. She knew she had him just where she wanted him. She had seen the sudden fluttering of the sheets over his groin just before he turned away. This was going to be even easier than her biology professor had been!
"I've started sleeping in the nude since I went off to college," she said in a casual tone. "Hope that doesn't bother you."
Bill's eyes opened wide with surprise, and small beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He looked up toward the dark window and watched as if in a mirror while his sister undid the tie on her robe. "Uh, no… no problem. I… I sleep in the raw, too. It's pretty hot at this end of the house in the Spring."
"Yeah, I remember," she said. Knowing he was watching her in the window, she let the belt fall to the floor, then with a slight movement of her shoulders shrugged off the robe, suddenly revealing her entire body. She had to suppress a sudden giggle when she saw his whole form stiffen under the sheets and heard his sharp gasp. Just the kind of reaction she always got from men!
Bill watched with wide eyes as Gwen proceeded to stretch her arms high over her head, pulling her lush breasts up with the motion so that they hung full and firm on her torso, the dark nipples pointing toward the ceiling as well. His eyes darted all over her exposed body as it was dimly reflected in the darkened window, his cock continuing to throb and jerk uncontrollably at the sight of his sister's bare body.
When she brought her hands down and lightly stroked her tits, then pinched the nipples up hard with her eyes closed in ecstasy, Bill thought he was going to blow his wad right there.
Gwen figured she had posed long enough without making it too obvious that she knew he was watching. She leaned over to give him a last shot at her pert ass as she turned off the lamp between their beds, then slid under the sheets of her own bed.
Bill squirmed uncomfortably in his bed, tossing and turning, his huge erection throbbing unmercifully, but also afraid to jerk off for fear his sister would hear him. God! he thought, she's incredible-looking!
In his mind's eye he could still see her beautiful body, the proud, rounded tits and long legs of this gorgeous young woman, totally nude in a bed not three feet away from him, and totally beyond his reach. It was his own sister, he berated himself over and over. He had to stop thinking about her this way – but still his cock throbbed its reminder.
Finally, after a fitful hour of shifting in his bed, Bill drifted off into a troubled sleep, his youthful cock still holding its painful erection. He was dreaming of women, all kinds of women, begging him to fuck them, throwing themselves at his feet. But everytime he reached for them, their faces would shift and melt, then change into Gwen's.
He woke up suddenly, confused and disoriented. Something felt strange.
He moved one stiff leg slightly, then suddenly froze. The pressure of warm soft flesh pressed along his thigh, and then he became aware of that same feeling pressing all along the side of his body. The room was pitch-black, but he could smell the sweet perfume of her hair, and feel a few stray strands tickling his face.
Am I still dreaming? he wondered in panic. He couldn't see a thing, but he was now aware as well of her gentle breathing but inches away. He gasped slightly at the full realization that his sister was in bed with him, totally nude and virtually in his arms. His cock, which had finally begun to droop as he slept, leaped back to full, pulsing erection.
Gwen heard his low gasp. "Are you awake, Billy?" she asked softly, raising one hand and gently touching his cheek.
"I didn't mean to wake you," she whispered. "I really feel kind of silly, but I… I had a nightmare, and… well… can I hold on to you for a while? Just hug me and I'll feel okay. It's not cold, but I feel cold." Gwen held her breath, waiting for his reaction. She had gone as far as she could now, and if he rejected her she would be crushed.
"Okay," he said, so softly that she almost missed it; then she felt his arms come up and move around her back, pulling her closer. Gwen wanted to cry out in triumph with her brother's arms now holding her nude body. She wanted to dive immediately for his cock, get her hands and her lips on his massive prick, but knew she had to keep moving slowly, not wanting to ruin it at all just at the last moment.
Bill's heart was beating a mile a minute as he held his naked sister.
She was trembling slightly, and smelled so sweet. Her large breasts pressed against his chest, her head resting on the pillow so close that he could feel her warm breath on his face. He felt a shiver pass through him as she moved her legs and her incredibly soft pubic hair grazed over his thigh.
She just wants comforting from me, he figured sternly to himself, but his cock was stirring, and a heavy, surging pressure was building in his balls.
Gwen kept making small, seemingly accidental brushes of her cunt hairs over his muscular thighs, knowing that her creaming pussy so close to his cock was an incredible turn-on. She kept her stomach back so as not to touch his cock, still slowly letting the seduction move along, not wanting to rush him. But she could feel little drops of sweat breaking out on her brow as she held back, her body shivering with sexual frustration.
Bill moved his hands slowly over her back and arms, feeling her shiver.
Maybe she really is cold, he thought. He tried to hold his breath and think of other things, willing his cock to shrink, but it did no good.
There was no way to ignore the sweet, female scent of her skin and hair, and as she snuggled in closer to him, he felt a slight dampness on his legs where her muff gently touched. He prayed she couldn't press in too close and feel his heavy prick, find out he was aroused. Prayed she wouldn't, but at the same time had to admit he hoped she might!
"Are… are you feeling better now, Sis?" he whispered in a voice that was more of a croak from his dry throat.
"Oh, yes," she sighed happily. "I feel nice and warm now." She hugged in even closer to him, resting one hand lightly on his stomach as if by accident while she moved to get more comfortable. "In fact," she cooed,
"I'm almost burning up!"
And then, throwing all caution to the wind, Gwen reached straight for her brother's groin, wrapping her hand tightly around his throbbing cock.
"Oh, God, it feels so big!" she moaned, pulling on his long meat shaft.
A gasp of pleasure burst from Bill's mouth as he felt her expertly jerk and tug on his cock. His mind was filled with nothing now but the thought of sex, his head with the smell and feel of this luscious female in his arms. Sister or not, he had to fuck her!
His trembling hands grasped at her breasts, soft and lush, the nipples growing hard under his fingertips. But even as he squeezed the hot flesh he knew she needed a stronger caress. Gwen was rubbing her wet cunt against his thighs, her moist pubic hairs scrubbing his skin.
"Feel me, too, Billy!" she moaned, humping at him eagerly with her snatch. He slid his hand down to feel the soft bush of her muff, and she spread her long legs for him, pushing her groin upward. And then, Bill was fingering his sister's hot, wet pussy-flesh for the first time, playing with the forbidden portals of her cunt. Gwen moaned and pushed up against his stroking hand, and he thrust two fingers straight into her dripping twat hole.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!!" she begged him, rolling her head from side to side, riding his fucking fingers. "I'm so fucking hot I can't stand it!
Fuck me, Billy!!"
They were both so hot and turned-on that there was no need for any foreplay. Bill's cock was close to exploding already, while Gwen's cunt was drenched with her own juices, ready for his first penetration. Bill lifted her upper leg and they rolled to face each other, his fingers sinking into her flesh, pulling her closer. Gwen tightened her grip on her brother's cock and guided the stiff, pulsing pole of meat into her wet cunt. The fat crown of his prick pried swiftly through her juicy twat lips and dug deep into her clasping pussy.
"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Bill sighed as his cock was enveloped in his sister's hot snatch. He reached around her body and grabbed her asscheeks, pulling her in tightly to him as he slid his prick into her hot hole.
In seconds he was urgently ramming his entire eight inches of hard cock deeply in and out, and Gwen was writhing in ecstasy as her brother reamed her itchy cunt again and again.
"Oh God, Billy! Billy! You're great!" Gwen mewled, raining kisses on his face. "OH! AAHH! I love your cock! Oh, harder, baby, HARDER!"
Bill shoved his hand down into the hairy wetness where their wildly fucking bodies met. He pressed his fingers into the hot squashing lips of her twat, digging in for her clit. He pinched the hard little nubbin in his fingertips, and Gwen began to squirm and pant with renewed vigor, and Bill could feel her velvety box tighten around his near-tobursting cock. He rammed it into her, still digging and prodding with his fingers in a double assault on her simmering cunt as her oily juices poured out around his shaft.
Gwen began to gasp and sigh, her mouth working noiselessly, eyes wide, and then her cunt was spasming, gripping him like a fist, clenching and unclenching around his cock as she climaxed powerfully in his arms.
"My God! My GOD!!!" she cried, her arms tight around him, biting his shoulder in pure ecstasy as she peaked in splendid orgasm. "Oh, Billy!
OHHH! Aaaaahhhhh! YESSSSS!!!"
Bill drove his prick harder and harder, hips whipping back and forth, feeling his own suppressed climax building in his churning balls. Just before he felt he was going to explode, he pulled back his head and mashed his wide-open mouth down onto his sister's panting mouth, sucking hungrily at her moist lips as he came like a madman in her equally juicy cunt.
"Gwen!! Oh, yeah!! Commminnnnggggg!!" he panted into her sucking mouth as he blasted into her twat, sending jet after burning jet of his youthful male-milk deep into his sister's still-pulsating pussy.
Humping and pumping his hips into hers, Bill finally came to the end of his climax, his heart beating wildly. Brother and sister lay sweating and gasping, entwined in one another's arms and legs, Bill's cock still trapped in the syrupy sweetness of his sister's snatch, still hard and ready for more.
"Oh, Billy…" she purred, moving against him, her still-erect nipples digging into his sweaty chest. "That felt so good, so incredible!"
After so many weeks of using her finger, she had almost forgotten how totally satisfying it could be to have a real man's cock crammed fully into her body.
She wiggled her hips around a bit, feeling his cock still stuffed up tight in her twat, stiff and quietly pulsing. She grinned and squeezed her pussy around it, feeling the erotic shivers shoot through her brother's body in response.
"God, Sis, I'd never even dreamed…" Bill started to say, but Gwen put her fingers lightly on his mouth, then moved them and gently kissed his lips, just letting her tongue lightly flick out and brush over them.
"I'll give you something to dream about for the rest of your life, little brother," she beamed. "That was a great quickie, and you'll never know how much I really needed it. But now I want to make it, really make it with you – all night!"
"Oh, yeah!" he growled in reply. "I could live in your cunt, Sis!"
Gwen rolled over onto her back, pulling Bill along with her, keeping the exquisite connection of his cock still deeply implanted in her pussy. Raising her knees she spread her limber legs wide apart and Bill settled himself comfortably down beneath her firm thighs, letting his weight press her body deep into the mattress. They lay quietly together for a moment, lightly kissing each other, letting their heavy breathing calm slightly before starting up again.
Gwen was in pure heaven, finally having fucked her handsome brother, and, with a sigh, realizing she had fucked him completely without her thoughts moving to her father. But then, in a way, she almost had her father in Bill. She rolled her ass under him, reveling in the feel of his giant cock still hot in her cunt.
Bill now began to pick up the fucking motions again, beginning to slowly slide his prick in and out of his sister's juicy hole, moving like a hot knife through warm, slick butter in her creamy slot.
"Oooooh, that's so damn good!" Gwen sighed, swiveling her hips around to corkscrew up and down slowly and luxuriously on his long shaft.
Bill moved up to his knees, keeping his cock slurping and sliding in her humid box, and Gwen swung her long legs up onto his shoulders to get him deeper into her. Bill felt like he could fuck her fabulous body forever, loving the feel of her hot cunt, her unbridled responses as her whole body paid off to him in climax. In the darkened bedroom they could still not see each other beyond shadows in the darkness, but the feel and smell of their fucking bodies was all they needed. As his long prick reamed in and out of her sweet twat, the squishing noises filled their ears, and their combined sex sauces ran out of Gwen's slippery hole to soak into the sheets beneath her ass.
"OOOOHHH!" she cried, humping her hips up to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck fuck fuck – fuckfuckfuck!!" Gwen was going crazy with lust as her brother screwed her harder and harder once again. "I love it!"
"Uhh! MMMM!" Bill grunted and moaned as he slammed into her, gyrating his hips at the end of each cock-burying stroke so that the kinky hairs of his groin tickled her sensitive twat lips. Gwen wiggled up into him in an answering circular motion, around and around as he crammed in and out, his hot cock scraping and reaming every inch of her creaming pussy hole.
"God, you have a gorgeous cunt!" he hissed between his teeth. "Take it all, Sis! Grab my cock with your gorgeous cunt and suck it dry!!"
"Shit, yessss," Gwen hissed back with gusto, moaning and shaking her entire body beneath him. She could feel the heat of her passion-flushed face, feel her heart pounding in her rib cage. Her pussy was throbbing to the same beat, which only intensified her desire for her brother.
His fat cock plowing her cunt pushed her closer and closer again to that ultimate sexual peak.
Gwen finally had achieved a part of her dream, and now she wanted it all, babbling her desires in incoherent little grunts and cries. The sweat was pouring off the both of them, mingling at their groins, mixing with their sticky love juices from their first orgasmic spasms.
The smell of pungent come creams was heavy in the dark room, and it heightened the tremendous sensual pleasure of their fucking. Gwen ground her hips up to her brother with more pressure, begging for still more cock to be stuffed into her hungry pussy. She wanted him to ream her out for as long as he could keep it up, to fuck and fuck until she came again and again.
Bill kept stroking slowly and surely into his hot sister, knowing he was driving her insane with pleasure and passion with his slow, deliberate strokes. He didn't want to come too soon this second time, but wanted to revel in the feel of her sucking wet cunt, hot and tight around his pole, to hear her cries and moans, his nose filled with the smell of pure sex.
His actions were taking their toll on Gwen as she jerked about underneath him, always hungry for more. She wanted it all, wanted it right now.
"God, Billy – Fuck ME!!" she sighed, grabbing his shoulders, trying to force him down harder onto her sweating, voluptuous body.
In the darkness, Gwen let one hand slide down his slick chest, lightly tracing around one nipple, then slipping over his heaving stomach and down to where their bodies mashed and banged together in their incestuous fuck. She felt his sticky-wet cock as it pulled back from her pussy. She explored it with her fingers, feeling the slippery smoothness of the tightly stretched skin, the sleekness and the heat of it. Her fingers quickly became slick, coated with their combined fuck creams, and she rubbed her hand along the length of his wet, fucking cock, her fist forming into an extra tunnel of warm flesh that he sawed through, into her twat.
Bill grunted with pleasure as she milked his prick with both clasping hand and sucking twat, and sawed in and out of her dripping pussy a little faster, more urgently.
Gwen let her hand dip down farther as he reamed her out, and reached down between his thighs, caressing his fat nuts.
"Ohhh, yeah!!" Bill moaned through his teeth as his sister began playing with his hairy sac, working the walnut-sized balls between her fingers. She knew how to fuck like no woman he'd ever met before!
Gwen loved playing with his testicles, feeling the little convulsions that ran through them as she did. She knew they contained the precious hot load that would once again be spilling into her itching twat, putting out that itch, at least for a while. She sighed and cried with her longing for that moment, caressing his heavy, hairy balls, grabbing them now in her whole hand, almost as though trying to shove his nuts into her cunt, along with his cunt-expanding prick.
"Oh, Billy, you know how to fuck so gooooddddd!" she whimpered. "You're the best I've ever had, the best, you fuck so good!" Gwen was lost in her own voice now, saying all the things that raced through her passion-blazing mind. "Your cock feels so hot and hard, so strong! I love your cock – my hot pussy loves your cock, Billy baby! Oh, God!!
Keep fucking me with your beautiful cock – make me come again!"
Bill was thrilled at the sense of power he felt from her words, his own sister worshipping his cock as he fucked her wildly in his bed.
Gwen could feel the muscles in her thighs starting to quiver, and the small hairs on the nape of her neck were standing on end, as pin-pricks of pleasure started erupting all over her body. She was almost at her orgasm for the second time, pushed there by her own brother's steelhard cock.
"Fuck me!!" she muttered over and over, gritting her teeth and slamming her hips up hard, impaling her juicy twat on his long cock. "I've got to come again! Oh, shit, make me come, Billy!"
"That's it… come for me, Sis," he grunted as he thrust his hard prick deep into her body again, sending waves of pleasure rippling down both their spines like electricity. He was holding her down on the bed by her twisting shoulders as she squirmed and kicked under him, striving to reach up and plaster her lush tits to his chest, flatten them out as she crushed her body into his and paid off to his massive cock with her climax once again.
Her creams were pouring out of her hot pussy now, making his dork ride on a slick wave of juice as he pulled out and pushed in again and again, in and out, reaming out his sister's twat with almost maniacal sexual power. He lowered himself down on her jerking body now, mashing her with his weight, grunting into her ear with frenzied obscenities.
"Fuck! Fuck your cunt, Gwen!! You're so hot, so wet! Oh, shit, I'm gonna fill you with my jizz any second! Ahhhhh, fuck me, Sis – FUCK!!!!!" Bill could feel her powerful cunt muscles begin to contract and expand around the fat sides of his demanding cock as he shoved into her twat time and again, literally forcing the orgasm onto both of them. The bed rocked and bounced with their frenzied moves now as he pounded his sister's ass into the mattress. The sheets were soaked with both their mixed sweat and sexual juices.
Gwen had to bite into his shoulder to stifle the sudden scream of pleasure that threatened to erupt in her throat. Her climaxing spasms were starting for real now, and the pleasure was close to unbearable – although for Gwen no amount of pleasure could be too much!
Bill's cock felt so big to her that she thought it was going to rip her open with each long, hard stroke. Her erect clit vibrated and burst with sparks of pleasure that flew in all directions. Gwen was totally out of control, and her motions became spastic and frenzied as she drove her lush bod into her brother's. Their bodies plastered together with sweat and cum, the thick juice pooling under her ass, it all felt so good, so fucking good!
Gwen pressed her head hard into the pillows, arching her back up taut like a bowstring, riding his pistoning cock for all she was worth. She felt like she would have been able to literally fly away on the waves of her tremendous orgasm if her brother's hot, pumping body hadn't been pressing her down, pinning her to the earth with a crotch full of hard cock.
"Oh! Oh, God!! OHHHHH, BILLLEEEEEE!!!" she moaned and cried, snarled and whimpered, locking her hands over his pistoning ass as she came and came and came.
The tremendous spasms of her cunt around his super-aroused cock were all it took to send Bill over the edge of pleasure as well for the second time that night, and he dropped his mouth back down to hers to smother both her loud cries and his own sobbing gasps of pleasure as he shot his hot wad.
Gwen felt the first fiery gob of his jizz splash into her throbbing cunt, her hungry twat lapping it up greedily. Wad after wad of her brother's incestuous spunk poured into her, almost as if he had not already unloaded his testicles once before into her eager body.
With each shuddering blast of his balls, Bill thought he would die of sheer sexual delirium. Tears of joy ran down his face and dripped onto Gwen's cheeks as he hungrily licked and sucked at her mouth, while continuing to pump with powerful bursts of his steaming cum into her pussy.
Then, with a final strangled moan, he drove into her one last, hard time, then froze as if paralyzed, and collapsed on top of her, his sexual energy finally spent for the moment.