Chapter 3
It was generally conceded by everyone in town that Cindy
Jenkins was a beautiful girl. Not outrageously sexy, like
Sally, but with a classic figure that would someday blossom
into a knockout of the pin-up variety. Slender, but with proud,
lush tits, a narrow waist, a magnificently curved ass, long
tapered legs, and a face that was so wholesome and pure it
belonged in a church.
But Cindy's inner thoughts were not quite suitable for a
church. For one thing, her natural, healthy passion was coming
rapidly to the surface as her luscious body began to develop.
Glands had a way of being very earthy instead of spiritual.
For another, Cindy was sharply aware that her own brother had
been
eyeing her openly the past few months. And the immense bulge in
his tight Levi's was embarrassingly obvious. Don had a very
macho reputation with girls at the age of twenty-two and, like
his father, he was ruggedly handsome. Cindy knew for a fact
that he was fucking at least three eager girls steadily, and
the knowledge both disturbed her deeply and excited her. It
even made her jealous.
Finally, the thing that irked Cindy most of all was a sharp,
nagging curiosity about sex. She'd gotten all the standard
warnings about pregnancy and venereal disease, and she'd known
at the age of eight that babies weren't delivered by United
Parcel, and she even knew a great deal, technically, about
fucking, mainly from books.
But that didn't do a goddamn thing for her hungry pussy.
Cindy had begun masturbating just six months before to
relieve that intense, soaring ache in her virgin slit. A great
many boys asked her for dates but she flatly turned most of
them down.
Boys bored the hell out of her.
If Cindy were asked to pick out an ideal man she would have
unhesitatingly chosen her own rugged father, along with a great
many other girls her age. In her psychology class at school,
she found out that was a normal phase of her development.
Because society imposed certain taboos on having sex with
your own father, and also because the young girl had no way of
know her father had his wild erotic fantasies about her,
Cindy's roving eyes fell upon the next best thing.
Her brother, Don.
Not only did Don look like their father, a younger, more
macho version, but Cindy had secretly adored him since she
could remember. This too was perfectly normal, she'd
discovered in psychology class. Big brothers were protective
and smart and cool father-substitutes.
It was strange how psychology class seemed to teach
everything but how to lose your hot cherry to someone who
really turned you on. Like your father or your brother.
And no matter how hot and restless Cindy got, no matter how
feverishly her pussy throbbed and ached each night as she
anxiously lay awake in her bed, finger-fucking herself in
desperation, boys still bored the hell out of her.
They were stupid, clumsy oafs compared to her suave father
and cool brother. She felt a closeness, a warmth with both of
them she'd never felt with those awkward assholes who dated her
and tried to squeeze her tits and thighs.
Don knew. The way her brother looked at her sometimes, his
eyes hot and frustrated, drinking in her ripe tits and sleek
legs, Cindy knew that he wanted her just as passionately as she
wanted him.
But he wouldn't dare, not with his own sister. Christ, if Mom
or Dad ever found out, their whole secure world would come
crashing down. They were, after all, a very close-knit, happy
family, a morally conscious family.
Such was the tender innocence of a girl her age.
On this particular night, Don was at home for a change,
instead of out playing pool or drinking beer or fucking one of
his numerous girlfriends in the back of his plush van. At dinner
he casually mentioned he was going to laze around for the night,
probably catch up on sleep.
Their father would be managing the theater, a job he
alternated with Don.
And their mother would be playing bridge with that new couple
she talked so much about, that stunning nurse and her good-
looking boyfriend. She played an awful lot of bridge lately,
thought Cindy. Almost every night ...
Which left Cindy at home with her brother. Cindy mentioned
she had a lot of homework to catch up on, and this drew a sharp
glance from Don.
It was now nine p.m. and Cindy knew Don was in his room,
possibly sleeping. Since he rarely came home before three or
four in the morning -- sometimes not at all -- Cindy was often
tempted to wonder just how strenuous her brother's sex drive
was. She knew one thing for certain -- his prick was colossal.
She hadn't seen it in the flesh yet, but you could see the
immense outline in his tight Levi's.
And the thought of it now, as she stripped naked and wrapped
a towel around her succulent curves, filled her with both
profound excitement and healthy fear.
Cindy's mind was made up. She was going to lose her cherry
tonight, and it was going to be to her own hung brother. She
was damn sick and tired of masturbating night after night,
imagining herself being blissfully rammed by her father or her
brother, fantasies that tormented her daily now that she was
ripe to the point of bursting.
She tossed her long dark-blonde hair behind her and padded
into the hallway, her heart hammering against her ribs. Her own
brother! And so handsome, so loving to her over the years, only
a brother's love of course, but as long as she was going to
have to lose her cherry sooner or later she'd at least keep it
in the family.
Outside his door, she paused, listening. His light was out,
she could tell. Nothing, not a sound. She knocked softly and
waited. Nothing. Then she opened the door and slipped inside
Don's room.
He was awake in the semi-darkness, his cigarette glowing as
he lay sprawled on the bed.
He was naked, and even in the dim light she could see his
prick was gigantically hard, looming above him like a small
flagpole.
"Hi, Sis," he said, grinning. "I had a hunch you were coming.
I've been waiting a long time for this, Cindy. Like two, three
years maybe." He patted the bed beside him. "Bring it over
here, honey. I won't bite."
The arrogant bastard! No wonder girls flipped over him, his
manner so cool and casual, his grin so easy and charming. And
his cock so big!
Panting nervously, Cindy came over to the bed and sat on the
edge, hugging the towel to her lush tits. His hand came out and
slowly stroked the silken flesh of her naked thighs, creeping
up beneath the towel.
"Don't be nervous, baby," he murmured. "You're still a
cherry, aren't you?"
"Yes," she whispered. "If Mom or Dad find out, it's going to
be hell, Don. But, Jesus H. Christ, I've dreamed about this for
months!"
"Me too," he said hoarsely. "Hey, honey, they won't find
out."
He untied the towel and gently stripped it off her naked body
and pulled his sister down beside him. Then he reached over and
switched on his bedside lamp. Cindy blinked her eyes, startled.
"Why'd you do that!" she demanded.
He leaned over her, his eyes burning with lust, raking over
her silky full tits and sensuously rounded belly, down to her fine
tangle of cunt hairs and sleek thighs. He'd watched his little
sister ripen into a fantastically sexy girl over the years, and
he couldn't count the number of times he'd fucked other moaning
girls and pretended it was luscious Cindy screaming with joy as
he pounded his massive rod deep into their soaked cunts.
"I turned on the light because I want to see every detail,
Sis. Every hot inch of that gorgeous body. I've had a hard-on
for you since you were thirteen, baby. If you knew how many
times that beautiful ass of yours drove me crazy around the
house, how many times I shot off in my pants, thinking about
you, you wouldn't believe it."
"Will it hurt, Don?" she whispered, wide-eyed.
"Only for a minute or so. Then ... wham!" He grinned broadly,
pinching one of her hot rosy nipples to make her whimper with
excitement. "Then it'll be sheer heaven, Sis. Hang on now,
'cause I'm gonna wet you down."
Before she could ask what he meant he kissed her on the mouth
with ferocious lust, squeezing her satiny tits in his fingers.
Then he inched down to suck on each of her heaving tits in
turn, one hand slipping down to her juicy cunt. She was
dripping with desire, and he knew he didn't have to eat her
pussy to get her juices flowing, but she was a cherry and she
was his own loving sister, so she deserved the best.
The truth was, Don wasn't crazy about going down on girls,
but on rare occasions he couldn't resist the urge. Whenever he
got a particularly luscious young piece, fiercely passionate
and so aroused their panties were soaked through before he even
began the heavy action, Don would go down on it like a ravenous
wolf.
In almost every case, the girl reminded him of Cindy in some
way.
Now that he had the real thing naked and panting and madly
worked up, he was going to feast on it first before he cracked
her hot little cherry.
But the major reason Don slipped his hand down to her
throbbing pussy while he sucked on her deliciously ripe tits,
was for a preview of coming attractions. He had no intention of
finger-fucking his sister, although she jerked her pulsing cunt
up in a feverish plea. He only wanted to wet his fingers down
so he could slip his hand back up and furtively sniff it, a
precaution he'd learned the hard way.
More than one hotly sexy young thing who looked like she
dripped sweet nectar had turned out to have a pussy that
smelled like last month's mackerel dinner. And tasted worse.
Some of the wild young chicks breezing happily around town and
fucking every good-looking stud in sight didn't realize what
feminine hygiene was, that you had to wash that thing out once
in a while, especially if you gave it to a different guy every
night.
Not that he was worried about Cindy, but he was curious about
what he was going to dip his tongue into anyway. And as he
sniffed at his soaked fingers, his nostrils filled with
delicious cunt fragrance. He quickly stopped sucking on her
lush tits and began trailing his mouth down over her panting
belly, clutching her hot ass in his hands to lift it up off the
mattress slightly.
Hunched between his little sister's trembling thighs, Don
stared directly into the rosiest, most kissable cunt he'd ever
seen. Tiny, irresistibly cute, gently sucking like a coyly
beckoning pair of lips, glistening with hot honey, his sister's
cherry cunt was a perfect rosebud of passion.
And by God, he was going to be the first stud to ever lap it
and love it and fuck it with his rock-hard dick.
Trembling and panting, her thighs widespread, Cindy softly
jerked her ass, waiting in agonizing suspense. She didn't
really know what to expect, and it seemed strange to her
innocent mind that her brother simply didn't plunge his immense
cock into her and get it over with. The loss of her virginity
was supposed to be painful -- at least that's what she'd read
and heard from other schoolgirls. Of course she'd read about
oral sex too, but reading about something and experiencing it
directly were two flagrantly different issues.
As she found out in the next moment when a piercing wet
thrill shot into her tender cunt like a bolt of lustful
lightning.
"Ooooooooh! Oh Don! Oh darling! Oh Jesus! Whoooeeee!
Unnnnngh! Eeeeee! Oh it's ... it's tooo muuuucccch!"
Quickly, Cindy locked her burning thighs to his face, twined
her fingers into his hair and began fucking his mouth with
unashamed glory.
The only experience the young girl had with orgasms up to now
had been from finger-fucking herself. To say that having a long
greedy tongue whipping into her silken pussy was tremendously
exciting was putting it crudely. The girl was suddenly coming
in great violent gushes of honey, her cunt spasming with
breathtaking joy as her brother devoured her boiling slit with
raw hunger.
And Cindy was every bit as hot and delicious as she looked,
pure loving cunt grinding to his mouth, sweet little-sister
cries of rapture ringing in his ears, madly burning thighs
crushing his head, almost suffocating him.
What a way to go!
But Don was so savagely aroused from eating out his beautiful
young sister, he knew he had to get his rocks off soon or come
all over the mattress.
Sixty-nine, whether she liked it or not, he decided.
Still keeping his hotly sucking mouth riveted to her gushing
pussy, he swiveled his husky body around in reverse, placing a
folded knee on each side of her head so that his huge cock
loomed over her face.
So fiercely excited was the girl, she didn't need any
explanation or coaxing. There was a giant drop of milky jism
oozing out of his crimson knob. Still lunging her hips wildly
and rubbing her exploding cunt to his face, Cindy clutched his
hot cock eagerly in her fist and rammed it into her mouth with
a muffled cry of wanton desire.
Her first taste of cum, a mere few drops in her mouth,
sparked an almost hysterical greed for more in the young
virgin. She began sucking her brother's massive cock
ravenously, battering her throat in her eagerness, still coming
in Don's mouth in wild torrents of cunt-honey.
Cindy took to sixty-nine the way an eagle takes to flying,
leaping from the cliff of her inhibitions into a lustful new
world of savage delight.
And while her brother took pride in his staying power, able
to hold back his load at will with any girl, resisting the
hottest of pussies to make them come again and again, his prick
was rapidly quivering and swelling in Cindy's fiery mouth.
Brother and sister rocked feverishly in sixty-nine now, his
tongue still lapping hungrily in her juicy depths while she
moaned and squirmed and issued muffled screams of excitement as
his enormous cock fucked her mouth.
Cindy's sharp awareness that this wasn't just any hard-on
ripping into her mouth, that it wasn't just any stud sucking
her thrilled pussy, but her own handsome brother, the sleek,
powerful and beautifully hung boy of her wildest erotic dreams,
made the whole episode twice as obscene and passionate.
She felt what almost all girls felt who surrendered to their
own brothers and fathers -- a delicious feeling of guilt, a hot
shame over doing something terribly forbidden, and loving every
minute of it.
Unable to hold back his knot of boiling jism any longer, Don
began erupting in her mouth. Now Cindy sank her fingernails
into her brother's hard ass and gagged as the thick salty flood
exploded in her lips, spurted in great wads against her throat
until she thought she was drowning in hot cream.
She gulped frantically, but still he shot off, wave after
wave of thick jism spurting violently, triggering the wildest
climax she'd had yet.
They climaxed in each other's mouths in hot, thrilling
torrents until Don, feeling half-suffocated from her burning
thighs locked madly to his head, tore his lips away and slipped
his cock out before Cindy could ravage it in her crazed
excitement.
The girl kept jerking her hips in a dazed, mechanical rhythm,
incoherent moans rolling from her lips. She licked the roof of
her mouth to savor the last residue of his salty cum.
"Mad hot stuff," groaned Don, heaving for breath. He wiped at
the sticky cunt-juice smearing his cheeks. "Delicious, Sis --
your pussy is pure honey. Your mouth is something else too!"
Cindy moaned and reached for his semi-limp rod, grasping it
greedily in her fingers. Don was ordinarily capable of coming
three times in rapid succession, and six times in a single
night with a hot, eager girl.
With a sexy knockout like his own little sister, he knew he'd
be good for more than that. And when he was horny, his prick
never really went down, it just drooped at half-mast for a few
minutes.
This time it was gorged with blood in less than sixty seconds
as Cindy stroked it in her hot fist.
She was thoroughly primed now, anxious to lose her cherry to
her brother. But she wanted to postpone it for a few minutes,
because an eerie curiosity was nagging at her mind and flesh, a
strange excitement about her brother's strenuous sex life. When
Don started to climb on top of her, she shook her head quickly,
still pumping his throbbing cock in her fist, but slowly,
lasciviously, never wanting to let go of the thick hot meat.
"Not yet," Cindy panted, licking her lips. "Let's talk for a
few minutes, honey. How many other girls have you got? That
you're screwing on a regular basis, I mean."
He stared at her, surprised. Most chicks were jealous about
things like that, getting mad if you talked about your other
conquests. But his little sister's eyes shone with burning
curiosity, and her ripe flesh trembled eagerly. There was a
certain type of girl who got feverishly turned on by hearing
about his other action, and they were always the type who fell
madly in love with him after he'd fucked them, so much so he
had an embarrassing time getting rid of them later.
Don was not sharp on the subject of psychology, but he knew
his little sister already had a crush on him. And she
definitely fell into that category of chick whose cunt would
throb wildly when he told her about his other girls, but if
that's what she wanted to hear to work herself up, shit, he'd
be glad to oblige.
"Right now I'm only screwing three on a steady basis," he
told Cindy, lighting a cigarette. "Two are pretty good, one is
fantastically hot and wild."
Her tits heaved with soaring excitement. "Is she pretty? Do I
know her, Don? Do you fuck her in the mouth too?"
He grinned, squeezing one of her lush breasts to make her
shiver and moan. "Yeah, she's very pretty. And she gives a
terrific blowjob, but I don't go down on her. I reserve that
privilege for sexy little sisters like you."
"Will you teach me how to give a good blowjob?" Cindy asked
eagerly, stroking his stiff cock faster now. "How about other
girls you've fucked, Don? What's the oldest one you've ever
had? And the youngest? What's your favorite screwing position?"
"Hey, ease up," he laughed. "What the fuck is this, twenty
questions?"
Cindy crawled down to hug his pounding prick between her
luscious tits, her eyes gleaming up at him. "Tell me," she
whispered, rubbing her hot tits lewdly to his cock. "Every wild
detail, Don! Come on, honey, I'm getting super-hot!"
He rubbed the soles of his feet into her ripe silken ass as
he talked, making gentle fucking movements against her burning
tits.
"Okay, Sis. Yeah, I'll give you some tips on giving a wild
blowjob." He frowned, thinking, remembering the hottest one
he'd ever had. It was by Sally, the little nympho who was, an
artist at it, all fiery mouth and whipping tongue. "First,
you've got to take your time, tease it for a couple minutes
with your lips and tongue. Use your teeth, but carefully,
dammit. Then you vary the pressure of your mouth as you suck it
off, tight then soft. Flick your tongue-tip against the head,
too. Then you dip your mouth down and kiss and tongue and suck
on my balls, see? Variety, that's the secret, Sis."
Her ripe hot tits were sweating profusely now, and Cindy was
hugging his prick tightly between them. She may have been too
innocent to know what tit-fucking was, but she was doing it
like an expert, rubbing lustfully, squeezing their silken heat
tightly against his pounding rod, moving her swollen mounds
back and forth obscenely on his meat while she listened
intently.
"Who gave it to you?" she asked curiously.
"Sally Owens," he grinned. "You know her, sexy little blonde,
mother screws everything in pants while Sally eats everything
that moves."
"I know her," Cindy nodded, her pussy throbbing furiously now
to soak the mattress beneath her. She was tremendously aroused
as she listened to her brother's sex-talk, but she was
wallowing in hot anticipation now, prolonging the suspense as
she dreamily tit-fucked his huge cock. "I like Sally, too," she
added. "Maybe she's a tramp but at least she's honest about it,
not like the other stuck-up bitches at school. What about the
oldest woman you've ever screwed, Don? Who was she?"
He was sweating now, his rod brick-hard with impatience.
Christ, what beautiful tits Cindy had! Naked, she was so sexy
and silky and ripely curved he was tempted to shoot off between
her gorgeous mounds. Save it for her cherry, he told himself.
And her luscious ass, the most sensuous, provocative ass he'd
ever seen, and he'd seen more than his fair share of naked
butts.
"She was forty-one," Don said, recalling the statuesque town
librarian. "Miss Perkins, the librarian."
Cindy gasped. "That old bag!"
"Old bag, my ass," Don grinned. "When she lets her hair down,
takes off those goddamn binoculars she calls glasses and strips
naked, she's all woman, believe me, Sis. And her pussy is as
hot and tight as any young chick's. And what she knows about
sex would blow your mind. She got it all from books, I think,"
he added thoughtfully. "She reads a lot. She asked me to help
her with her files one night after the library closed. Two
solid hours of sucking and fucking ... mmmm!"
Cindy was extremely hot now, and eager tiny tremors rippled
through her tight cunt in anticipation. Still she worked her
feverish tits lewdly on his quivering rod, teasing herself just
a little bit longer, secretly thrilled and turned on by her
handsome brother's sex-prowess.
"And the youngest?" she whispered.
"Tina Hawkins, last year. I busted her cherry for her and she
went crazy with excitement. Cute little ass, too."
"Did you fuck her there?" Cindy asked, fascinated.
"What do you think, Sis?" he laughed.
"Will you fuck me there, Don? Every wild inch of your cock up
there, please?" she pleaded wantonly. She knew the answer when
she saw his gleaming eyes, and rushed on to her final question.
"What's your favorite position?." whispered Cindy.
"Now that I'll show you, Sis, but if you keep rubbing your
fabulous tits on my cock I'm gonna get my rocks off all over
them in about ten seconds!"
Quickly, the horny virgin released his massive cock from her
tingling breasts. Not that she didn't want her brother's
boiling cream spurting all over her tits -- the idea generated
a wild excitement in her blood. But it was her fiercely
throbbing pussy that craved it first.
Don showed her the position, dog-style, and his little sister
moved down toward the edge of the bed, hunched over on her
elbows and knees with her silky ass jutting out, already
weaving eagerly.
Don got off the bed with his long rod bristling. He stood
behind the edge of the bed, his prick aimed at her tiny pink
pussy, which glistened and pulsated beneath her naked cheeks,
a luscious rosebud framed by delicately curly cunt-hairs.
He gripped her trembling ass in one hand and held it firm.
Then he placed the giant knob of his dick against her hotly
throbbing cuntlips, and slowly, carefully, he eased his knob
inside ...