Chapter 2

Linda Morgan hated pajamas. On the few occasions when one of her schoolmates had spent the night with her, she wore a sheer gown that barely covered the chestnut triangle which her father had repeatedly warned her was the gateway to hell.

She found it difficult to believe that the sensitive little opening between her thighs was really evil, no matter what others might say about it. Nothing that felt so good when she stroked her finger between its soft lips could be really bad.

Still trying to grasp the meaning of all that had happened during the eventful day, she finished her bath, toweled her nubile body dry, and slipped into bed completely naked, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets against her bare skin.

She was happy that the farm now belonged to Ted. In her mind, which had never managed to keep pace with the development of her body, her older brother represented a tangible security against all the bad things that might happen to her were it not for his presence.

At school, until he graduated, Ted had stood between her and the harsh teasing of those who recognized her backwardness. When some older boy tried to take advantage of her quite real innocence, it was Ted who convinced the youth to desist by pounding the warning into his head with a hammer-like fist.

He had even stood up for her to their late father, and Linda had found her affection becoming almost painful when Ted gave her an occasional hug or a less frequent kiss.

Lying in the soft bed, she recalled the ride back from the attorney’s office, when Ted had rested his hand on her thigh. If she tried very hard, she could still feel those strong fingers, and recreate the delicious tingling sensation that had spread upward to the furry juncture of her slender legs.

Just before she had come upstairs, Ted had told her that he would drop in and kiss her goodnight, a habit they had both enjoyed until their mother’s death. After that, their father had sternly forbidden either of them to enter the other’s bedroom.

Linda stretched luxuriously, the sheet sliding against the points of her small breasts, making them stiffen. It was different now, she reminded herself happily. Ted was the boss. He could do anything he wished.

She heard her brother ascend the stairway and enter Dorothy’s room, but she thought nothing of it. They would have things to discuss concerning the big farm. When they were finished, Ted would come in to deliver that promised kiss, and she could go to sleep.

Drowsiness pulled her eyelids down, and she had no idea how much time had elapsed when the opening of her door made her sit straight up in the bed, the sheet sliding down to her waist, baring the pert-nippled cones of her firm young breasts.

There was a long instant during which she felt Ted’s hot eyes on her naked torso. Then, with a little gasp, she tugged the sheet up to cover herself, clutching it with both hands.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized blinking at her brother’s faint smile. She had never before seen that particular expression. “I got so sleepy, I guess I just dozed off.”

He closed the door, one hand extending to the wall switch beside it.

“You look uncomfortable,” he murmured, “holding that silly sheet. I’ll cut the light, and you won’t have to worry about it.”

With the sound of a soft click, darkness enveloped the room, leaving only the faint light from the window to outline his figure as he moved toward the bed. Linda’s fingers released the sheet, her arms reaching out to welcome him.

He sat down on the side of the bed, turning slightly to slip his arms about her naked waist. Gently, his fingers caressing the soft warmth of her skin, he pulled her against his chest. Her arms tightened about his neck, and she lifted her lips for his kiss. Eyes closed, she waited.

There was something deliciously wicked about the way Ted was holding her. The darkness cloaked her nakedness, but she could feel the heat of his chest against her sensitive nipples, and she shivered at the realization that she wished he were naked, too. His voice made her eyes open, straining to make out his features in the dim light.

“Tell me, Sis,” he whispered. She could feel his breath on her upturned face. “Did you ever kiss a guy with your mouth open?”

She kept her own voice low as she answered, “I’ve never kissed anyone else but you and Daddy. He’d have blistered me if I did that.”

“Do you think you’d like it?”

The fingers were playing up and down her back, and she felt her nipples swelling against his shirt front. Her arms squeezed him.

“I’d like it with you Ted.” There was an innocent eagerness in her tone. “I’d like anything with you.”

She heard his soft chuckle. Then, “It’s hot in here. “Mind if I take my shirt off?”

His arms released her, and she missed the feel of those powerful muscles against her tits. “It is a little warm,” she agreed. While he wrestled with his shirt, she raised one leg, hooked the sheet, and pushed it down to the foot of the bed. The air bathed her nakedness, but she welcomed its caress of her excited body.

“Remember when we were just little kids, Ted?” she said. “Mom used to let us sleep together in the same bed.”

“Yeah,” he answered from the darkness. “We’d be as naked as a pair of jay birds.”

“Why can’t we do that now, Ted?” The question was plaintive.

For a moment, he was motionless. “We’re not kids anymore, Sis.”

“I don’t care. I remember how good it felt when we cuddled up.”

She heard and felt his movements as he began removing the rest of his clothing, and she shivered with anticipation. He slipped his trousers down, lifting his hips to remove them, and she asked, “When are Aunt Joyce and Uncle Ralph coming?”

“Sometime this week,” he grunted, leaning over to slide his socks off.

“Are you glad?”

“Oh, yes. Susan and Beth are wonderful company, and Clyde’s a nice boy.”

He was naked, but he seemed hesitant about touching her. She could feel his eyes in the darkness, staring at her body.

“What’s wrong, Ted?”

There was a curious hoarseness in his voice as he answered, “I don’t want to scare you, Sis.”

“How could you do that? We’ve been together like this before.”

He was leaning over her, arms braced on either side of her body, yet not touching her. “You’re a beautiful girl, Linda,” he said in that strange, husky voice. “Just being near you does things to me.”

She knew what he meant, and she laughed, easily and softly. This was Ted, her brother. How could he possibly have thought that he would frighten her with a silly old hard-on. She knew boys got that way when they were excited, just as girls got all wet and soft. Just, she reminded herself, like she was at this moment.

“I know about things like that,” she assured him. “I won’t be scared.”

He leaned closer, his chest touching the bare nipples, wiry hair teasing the tender nubs. His breath fanned her face as he said, “Open your mouth, Sis. Let’s make this a real kiss.”

Linda’s lips parted, and she ran her tongue about them to make them moist. Then, before her tongue could retreat, his mouth claimed hers, clamping over her lips as his chest descended against her tingling breasts.

She had heard of “tongue kissing” and had found the idea exciting. Now, with Ted’s tongue dipping into her mouth, she realized why it was so popular. When he scooped her tongue back into his oral chamber, she wiggled it in surrender, and she welcomed his tasty muscle with a hot suction that made the youth grip her shoulders with trembling fingers.

Sensing that he enjoyed her tongue, she waited until his lips released her. Then, with artless eagerness, she began licking his face, the writhing tip of her wet tongue sliding across his closed eyelids, and even teasing his nostrils with its flashing caress.

“I could lick you all over!” she gasped, returning to his open mouth and tracing his lips with her tongue. Her body arched, rubbing her tits against his hairy chest. “Let me do it, Ted! Please!”

He kissed her again, blocking her pleas by shoving his tongue into her greedy mouth. Holding her, he rubbed his lips against hers.

“Why don’t we do it the other way?” he asked softly. “Why don’t you let me lick you all over?”

She stared at him, although the darkness made his face an indistinguishable blur. “Do you really want to?”

He nipped her chin with his strong teeth. “Baby,” he grunted. “From now on, Ted Morgan doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to do.” He kissed her throat. “He wants to eat you up!”

Linda’s arms pulled him down, and his face was buried for a moment against the warm softness of her arched throat, his mouth open, and his wet tongue caressing the tender flesh.

“Oh, yes, Ted!” she cried, her body trembling with anticipation. “Eat me up!”

She felt his lips travel downward toward one of her small tits, deliberately pausing as they reached the beginning of that gentle slope. Her hands ran excited fingers through his thick hair, urging him to kiss his way up the mound until his wet tongue flicked at the base of her sensitive nipple.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as Ted licked his way around the spongy finger, not touching it again, but leaving a trail of saliva about the delicate aureole. She pushed her chest upward, anticipating the first caress of that engorged bud.

When it came, her whole body convulsed, knees flashing up, and her torso writhing in reaction to the shattering thrills evoked by his hot suction and flaying tongue. His mouth covered almost half of the firm mound, sucking the tip between his strong teeth, then nibbling gently while his tongue sped back and forth across the swollen nipple.

“Like it, Sis?” he whispered, releasing his oral grip, but keeping his lips pressed against the succulent spear. His hands, still sustaining his weight, moved closer to her sides, wrists rubbing her flesh as he transferred his attention to the other breast “Yes!” she hissed, twisting to aid his efforts, feeding the nipple into his mouth and pulling his face against her. “It makes me feel all shivery and good when you do that.”

His mouth was clamping the other breast, lips straining wide as the resilient mound was pulled into the hot wetness to be flayed by his flashing tongue. Then, with a suddenness that made her gasp, he was nibbling at the distended nipple, and sucking with a force that was almost painful.

“Do the other one again, Ted!” she cried when his lips released the tingling flesh. Her fingers clutched at his thick hair, tugging and guiding.

Using both hands, Ted pushed the two yielding, mounds closer together, shaping a tight crevice between their resilient slopes. His tongue dragged its wet, wriggling tip upward through that warm valley, leaving it slick with his saliva as he licked out to either side, caressing the taut nipples until Linda whimpered with the sensations induced in the quivering tits.

Her whimper became a sensual giggle when Ted mouthed his way down to her rib cage, flaying the smooth skin below her armpit, and tracing the soft sweep of her waist until it flared gently to shape her young hips.

He had moved lower in the bed, touching her only with wet lips and hot tongue, tasting the clean, tangy essence of her naked body, and fanning the instinctive fires of virginal passion within her trembling flesh.

His voice reached her through the darkness, breathed against one slender thigh that nuzzled against its mate with a tremorous clenching.

“Spread your legs out, Linda. I’m going to make you feel something you’ve never felt before.”

His hands touched her, fingers urging the limbs apart, pressing just above her knees. It was almost the same spot he had caressed that afternoon. But, now, it was excitingly different. Her legs were yielding, sliding across the sheet and there were no panties to shield the tingling nexus of her thighs. They were both delightfully and deliciously naked.

Linda felt her brother’s lips on her belly and the tingle in her moist crotch became a demanding throbbing that seemed to reach far back inside that silk-ringed gateway her father had denounced so vehemently.

Had it been any other man, she would have fought the strange hunger in that pulsating slit, for their position and Ted’s obvious intent constituted perversion of the worst sort.

But Ted would never encourage her to do anything that was not proper.

Anyway, they had cuddled together as children. Why should it be different, now that they were a little older?

Even as Linda examined those thoughts, she admitted that it was different. And the difference was swirling in her belly like a giant whirlpool, drowning her will and her faint apprehension beneath wave after wave of ever-mounting desire.

She felt her legs being lifted, and she shifted her weight onto her torso as Ted fitted her delicately curved calves over his broad shoulders, sliding his body forward until her thighs embraced his head, their sensitive skin frictioned by the slight trace of beard on his cheeks.

“It’s like I was hugging you with my legs,” she murmured, tightening the softness against his face. “It feels nice, Ted.”

Her brother did not answer. He was inhaling the delicate musk of her parted labia, and she could hear the soft intake of breath.

Intuitively, she knew that he found the scent pleasing, and a fresh rivulet of vaginal juice surged from its mysterious spring to trickle from the quivering tissues that shaped the lips of her pussy.

Her body jerked in response to the hot tongue that licked upward through the tender valley, its tip just touching the forbidden gateway, then sliding higher to flick wetly against the protruding nub of her clitoris.

“Oh, Ted!” she whimpered, thighs tensing on his shoulders to wiggle her excited hips. Her buttocks clenched repeatedly as his tongue slid through the splayed labia again, pressing more firmly than before. “Oh!

Wow!”

Her ass bucked wildly when the writhing muscle thrust its warm, wriggling tip into her pussy. Her thighs clamped his head and she shoved her crotch violently against his mouth. Thrills, more wonderful than she had ever imagined, coursed through the palpitating corridor of her cunt, and she realized that it was no longer a children’s game they were playing.

Again, her hands sought his head, urgent and demanding, and her pelvis rocked the slippery lips of her pussy over that oral probe. Then, as his mouth shaped a vacuuming oval, she moaned in ecstasy at the hot suction on her spasming cunt.

Her finger had never been able to produce that delicious sensation, and she knew that only a few more strokes of his plunging tongue would make her come. She had to pull her pussy away from Ted’s mouth before that happened. He would never forgive her if she spilled that warm, slippery juice while he was nursing those quivering pussy lips.

She tried to reverse the direction of her scrabbling fingers, but they only pulled his face closer, and her ass wriggled the spasming cunt against his lips until she could feel the teeth behind them. Her head rolled back and forth on the pillow, her soft, blonde hair whipping across her tortured features, their ecstatic contortion cloaked in the room’s darkness.

The orgasmic shudders rippled outward from some hidden spring in her dancing pussy, convulsing her vaginal walls and clenching her labial ring about the tongue that reached farther into the undulating sheath.

Linda emitted a choked sob as the hot wetness spewed outward, meeting the tongue and flowing past it. Even as the pleasure surged through her cunt, Linda braced herself for his angry exclamation.

Then, to her happy surprise, she felt his tongue begin spooning the thick honey from her slit, and the delicious suction as his lips drew more and more of the tart juice from its hidden source.

He was swallowing it, ingesting the slippery exudation with swift gulps that were interspersed with little grunts of undeniable enjoyment. The sounds catapulted Linda beyond ecstasy to a mind-bending plateau of sensation that was almost frightening in intensity.

Gasping and moaning, she felt her legs being lowered to the bed, her pussy still shivering with the echoes of that incredible come. Her hands slipped from his retreating head and cupped the pointed mounds of her tingling breasts, fingers squeezing and rolling the distended nipples. Her heart was thumping so loudly that she hardly heard her brother’s husky chuckle.

“You’re a big girl, now, Linda,” he said in a gentle tone. “Almost big enough for this.”

She gasped at the sudden pressure between her thighs, surprised at the dimensions of the thing she recognized without feeling anything but the huge head that rubbed its throbbing bulk up and down through the slippery furrow of her pussy.

Fear caused her hips to retreat, jamming her ass down against the bed, but desire created a responsive writhing that increased the pleasure of that slow massaging movement.

Ted forced the head of his cock upward, grinding it against her swollen clitoris, and her pelvis bucked and jiggled at the delightful sensations in that sensitive bud. A fresh rivulet of vaginal lubricant emerged from her pussy, bathing the big knob as it slid downward through the plump furrow, caressing the fluttering labia, but resisting its torrid invitation.

She hardly recognized her own voice. Breathless and containing an excited quality she could never have attained before that moment, it reached him through the sex-charged darkness.

“I wish I could see it, Ted!” Surprised at her own boldness, she hurried on. “I remember when we were little, we used to look at each other. It was fun to turn on the light and pretend we were grown up and everything.”

The hot pressure became more intense, and Linda felt the distinct throbbing as he answered, “We don’t have to pretend anymore, Sis.” The prick centered on the delicate membrane where his tongue had intruded with such wonderful results. He added just enough pressure to the stiff shaft to effect a yielding of the soft lips. “We can do anything we want to do.”

Linda’s brain reeled in confusion at the threatened invasion of her young pussy. Her mind screamed a silent warning, while her body trembled in hopeful anticipation, actually pushing the juicy slit against the giant cockhead, and feeling it spread the pliant tissues into a straining circle.

“Easy, Sis!” Ted murmured, his body tensing. “If you keep that up, I won’t be able to control myself.”

“I don’t care!” she hissed. “It feels good when you do that.”

Maintaining the shallow insertion of his glans in the yielding mouth of her tight pussy, Ted wiggled the cock shaft, teasing the nerve-laced membranes, and causing her to whimper with pleasure.

For a moment, she was certain he was going to push the big thing inside, and her heels braced against the bed to receive him. She knew it would hurt. The few times she had forced two fingers into that delicate place, the pressure had been almost unbearable. But pain would be a small price to pay for making Ted happy. She would do anything to please him. Anything!

The moment passed, and she felt the cockhead withdraw as her brother’s hands gently drew her slender legs together, lifting his own knees until he was kneeling astride her thighs.

“How about playing with it for me?” he asked, passion blurring the words as he reached for her hands, pulling them to the convergence of his muscular thighs.

Linda felt his hairy scrotal sac brush her fingers, the soft covering yielding to betray the presence of the twin balls that marked the base of that thing that had just kissed her eager cunt. Then, as he curved her palm about his cock, she uttered a cry of delighted excitement.

He did not hurry her, removing his own hands as she traced the rearing shaft with trembling fingers, examining the heart-shaped head by running her fingertips about the flared rim, then teasing the tiny slit at its tip.

She tried encompassing the thick column, but her fingers and thumb could not meet. She placed one hand above the other, and found the knob beyond her top fist.

“What do I do?” she queried, her voice anxious and determined. “I want to make it feel good.”

“Squeeze it,” he murmured, his hips trembling,

“and slide your hands up and down on it.”

Obediently, the girl’s hands tightened their grip, moving back and forth along the swollen shaft, feeling the soft envelope slide against the core of throbbing hardness. She tugged with eagerness at the giant cock.

“Hey!” he grunted in protest, his hands covering hers to slow the pumping. “Not so fast!”

“I like it!” she exclaimed, resuming the motion, but with diminished speed. “It’s so big and hard! Does it feel good to you, Ted?”

“Wonderful, Sis,” he whispered. “Why don’t we turn the light on, so we can see what we’re doing? Do you mind?”

Linda felt the big cock slip from her grasp as Ted climbed off the bed to flick the wall switch, flooding the room with a brilliance that made them both blink. Her eyes focused on the rearing prick, and her lips shaped an oval of wonderment at its size. It was even larger than her fingering had led her to believe.

She sat up in the bed, staring boldly at his nakedness, her mind busily comparing the tall, muscular youth with the child who had pressed his body against her in their earlier years.

Ted was a man, she realized, and he had already assured her that she was a woman. That meant they were capable of doing all the things they had whispered about during those delightful nights when their mother had permitted them to cuddle together in that same bed.

Of course, Linda reminded herself, they would never actually do it. She could not bring herself to shape the word that sprang to the forefront of her imagination. But she welcomed the images that shaped themselves in her blonde head, dwelling on the rhythmic movement of Ted’s hips above her eager crotch.

She felt her brother’s eyes on her face, and heard him ask, “What’s wrong, Sis?”

“I was thinking something terrible,” she whispered, feeling the heat of a deep blush suffuse her naked breasts and throat. Her gaze returned to that stiff cock, and her body trembled with a sudden shiver of desire.

“You thought,” Ted said, resting one knee on the bed, the prick wagging its engorged head only inches from her wet lips, “that I was going to screw you.”

Her tousled hair swirled in a vigorous denial. “You wouldn’t do that!” she exclaimed. Her eyes narrowed questioningly, the red lips pursing.

“Would you?”

He grinned at her confusion, lowering his hips to the bed, but keeping one foot on the floor. The other leg folded, leaving his thighs parted to accentuate the heavy balls between them.

“What would you do little Sister,” he asked gently, “if I were to do just that?”

Again, she looked at that big column, trying to visualize its thick shaft in her tight slit. A mixture of excitement and fear twisted her mouth as she answered, “I’d do anything for you, Ted.” Her voice was weak, but sincere.

His hands gripped her wrists, pulling her fingers back to their embrace of the swollen prick. She saw a shiny drop of clear liquid seep from the little eyelet of the purple crown, and her fists slid upward on the shaft milking still more of the lubricant from the throbbing hardness.

“What is that?” she asked, bending closer to inspect the glistening exudation. The male scent of his cock filled her nostrils and she felt a sudden surge of increased desire for the handsome lad. Her nipples, already strutted into tingling fingers, ached with a strange sensation.

“That’s fuck juice, Sis,” he said in a soft voice, smiling at her renewed blush at his use of the forbidden word. A new note crept into his tone as he added, “Taste it!”

Her eyes flicked up to his face, then back to the oozing jizm. Without questioning the command, one slender hand freed itself from the bulging shaft, dabbling a soft fingertip in the pearly liquid and spreading it over the delicate V of the glans.

The hand withdrew, carrying its slippery coating to her parted lips, and hovering there as a dainty tongue licked out to sample the musky lubricant. Her eyes closed as her tongue retreated with its erotic prize. Her lips met and tightened.

Linda’s taste buds tingled at the salty tartness of her brother’s cock juice, and she savored its effect on her salivary glands before letting the mixture slide down her throat. She had often wondered how his prick would taste, and she could see nothing wrong with his request or her eager compliance. After all, Ted had swallowed the overflow from her pussy, and he wouldn’t have done it if there had been anything improper about it.

The touch of his hand on her head made her open her eyes, and she felt herself being pulled forward, gently, but firmly. Her free hand left her mouth to return to that stiff prong, joining her other hand in trembling encirclement. Closer, its tip almost touching her nose, his prick delivered another glob of jizm from its tiny eye, and she watched it roll sluggishly down the swollen ventral ridge.

“Lick it for me, Sis!”

There was a new note of urgency in his voice, and the big cock quivered in her fingers as his hand drew her still nearer, not really forcing, but urging with unmistakable pressure.

She knew that Ted would enjoy the caress of her hot tongue on his prick, and she was equally certain that she would find pleasure in complying with his request. Not only would she be pleasing him, but she would be satisfying a dark hunger that was building in her mouth and throat, a hunger to taste more of that slippery juice that seeped from his hard cock.

At school, Linda had heard some of the girls talk about “giving head” or “going down” on their dates, but she had never considered the act as something she would be so eager to try.

She was uncertain as to just what she should do, aside from obeying Ted’s thinly disguised command. The prick was much too large to fit between her teeth, unless she strained her jaw uncomfortably. But, she mused, moistening her lips and yielding to the slight pressure of his hand, it would be wonderful to feel that smooth, slick head inside her mouth.

Her tongue snaked out to slide upward from just beneath the V to lick the little accumulation of liquid from the pulsating hardness, lingering to tease the tiny slit, when she felt his body tremble in immediate response.

“Does it feel good?” she whispered, moving her lips against the slippery membrane.

“Wonderful!” he breathed, stroking her hair. “Take it in your mouth, Linda, and suck it!”

“I don’t know how,” she complained, licking that small area of sensitive flesh again, and wiggling her tongue to massage the already tingling glans. “I’d do it all wrong!”

“Just do it the way you want to!” he encouraged. “Don’t worry about anything else.” He tilted her head so that he could see her worried eyes. “You do want to suck my cock, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes!” was her quick and excited rejoinder. “I want to make you feel good!”

His hand held her head in place, the tip of his cock bumping her chin when she tried to reach it with her extended tongue.

“Never mind about me,” he insisted. “Do you want it?”

“More than anything else in the world!” She struggled against his hand.

“Please, Please, Ted! Let me have it!”

She opened her mouth wide, feeling the strain in the muscles of her jaw, and slid her wet lips about the huge knob. It touched her teeth, and she managed to separate her jaws still more, enabling the flaring corona to slip past, caught between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

She held him there, wriggling her tongue beneath the plump head, tightening her lips about the thick shaft, and applying a gentle suction that wrested a groan of pleasure from her brother’s throat.

“Goddamn!” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “This is what I’ve been dreaming of for years! My baby sister chewing on my dick like a stick of candy! Pretend it’s got a creamy center, Linda, and you’re trying to suck it out! Just keep sucking on it and licking the head with that crazy tongue till you make it come!”

Linda no longer felt the ache in her straining jaw. The taste and feel of that delicious prick blotted out all other sensations and she sucked it with little whines of lust, bathing it in saliva, then drawing the mixture back and into her throat while her tongue lashed it with furious swirling.

“Play with my balls!” he hissed, forcing her hands from his cock and replacing them with a swift curling of his own strong fingers. He pumped the thick shaft, keeping the head firmly inserted in Linda’s nursing mouth, but nudging her lips with each stroke, his forefinger and thumb touching the strained circle of wet redness.

Her hands eased between his thighs, fondling the heavy orbs in their pliant sac, hefting them and rolling them inside the oily pocket with instinctive gentleness. Her tongue flogged the throbbing head, extracting repeated globs of that delicious juice from its slitted vent, and she whimpered with pleasure as the slippery tartness bathed her throat.

She felt the prick begin a voluptuous sliding between her lips, the slick knob pushing over her writhing tongue, then pulling back to where the corona was trapped by her teeth. Ted’s fist shaped a corridor for the shaft, and he hunched the cock through it, working the head in her mouth with short strokes that jabbed it against her palate.

“Are you going to drink my come, Sis?” he panted, the circle of his fingers jamming against her lips with a steady drumming. “Are you gonna swallow it for me?”

Linda managed a nod that bobbled the cockhead inside her oral grip, and her fingers fluttered hotly about his dangling balls as she sucked with more powerful tugs. Through passion-flared nostrils, she gave a soft whine of greed that made him fuck her wet lips with more rapid strokes, feeding more of the big prick into her mouth, driving past her palate to bump the soft arch that shivered convulsively at the erotic touch.

She strained her jaw to make more room for the meaty shaft, executing a little chewing motion that opened the path for his prick, then tightened around its withdrawal in delicious suction.

Over her own soft whimpers and liquid slurpings, she could hear Ted’s quick gasps of pleasure as he worked the prick back and forth, his hips jerking and quivering, and his balls tightening in her fondling fingers.

“Now, Sis!” he exclaimed. “Suck it hard! Oh, damn! Suck it!”

Linda was unprepared for the gush of creamy semen that spurted over her tongue and into her throat. She had expected more of that same juice she had drawn from the cock, but not the flood of warm sperm that bathed her tonsils and made her gag before she could swallow it down.

There was more. Jet after jet of the ropey come filled her mouth, forcing its way back between her lips and the shaft to trickle down her chin and her rapidly gulping throat. She tried swallowing faster but the volume of male juice was too much.

Her tongue, cradling the massive head of his prick, wriggled in happy undulations that drew the last creamy drops from his pulsating glans, and she claimed them with a soft moan of joy.

No longer concerned with the possible wrongness of what she had done, Linda was satisfied that she had made her brother feel good. Of that, she was quite certain. His husky cries as she drained his cock were sufficient evidence of his pleasure.

Releasing his prick, she ran her tongue about her lips with a hungry licking motion, gathering the spillage of sticky sperm, and drawing it inside her aching mouth, savoring the bland flavor of his semen.

“Did I do it right, Ted?” she asked, her lips, slightly puffed from their labor, curving in a sensuous smile. “Did I make it feel good?”

He curled his forefinger, sliding it upward beneath her chin and gathering the come that had trickled beyond the reach of her tongue.

Slowly, grinning at her surprised expression, he poked the creamsmeared knuckle into her mouth, feeling her hot lapping as she sucked the residue of his ejaculation.

“It was good, Sis,” he murmured, removing his finger and pushing the head of his spent cock forward to rub against her parted lips. “But you could do a lot better with a little practice.”

Linda’s eyes brightened perceptibly. “Are we going to do it again?”

He chuckled, pushing her back on the bed and covering her warm breasts with his hairy chest. His mouth sought hers, tasting his own sperm in a tongue-driving kiss, waiting until it was over before he answered.

“Not tonight, little Sister.” He shifted his weight to lick one strutted nipple, coating it with saliva and rubbing his cheek against its sensitive tip. She squirmed at the slight rasping of his beard growth.

Gathering his clothing, he walked to the door, giving her a slow wink as he said, “Dream about all the things you’ve wanted us to do. If you’re a good girl, we’ll do them.”

Linda was smiling happily when the door closed behind him, her fingers already dipping between her wet thighs.

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