Incest Games II

Glynn Johansen had a tough time keeping his eyes off his sister at
breakfast the next day. And when she brushed her bare knee against his
under the table, he started to raise an immediate hard. She smiled at
him, and her eyes were warm behind lowered lashes. He thought there had
never been a more beautiful girl, and the tightening of his belly
muscles reminded him how hot and sexy she was.
But it finally penetrated, what his mother was saying, and he damned
near choked on a bite of pancake. Swallowing quickly, he asked, “What?
Me? Oh come on, mom–I’m sure old enough to take care of myself.”
His mother frowned at him. “Yes, I suppose so. But there’s the new pool
in the patio, and you can’t swim very well, you’ll admit.”
She was another lovely woman, his mom; but he wasn’t seeing that now.
She was pissing him off with that babysitter crap. Man! How old did she
think he was–ten? What would she think if he could tell her he’d
already screwed hell out of her daughter, twice?
“I don’t need a babysitter,” he said and asking for help, “Dad?”
His father continued to read the paper. “Your mother makes all the
decisions around here, son. It’s been that way for quite awhile now.”
Arlene Johansen flared immediately. “If you’d spend some time with
these children–“
“Oh, for chrissakes,” Eric Johansen mumbled, and retreated behind his
paper again.
“Children,” Glynn said in disgust, and viciously stabbed his stack of
pancakes. He subsided only when his sister’s knee nudged him again, not
caressing this time, but warning him about something.
Lorena said, “I’d stay with him, mom. Honest, I wouldn’t mind. But
since you and daddy are going to see the lawyer, and since Glynn will
probably sneak into the pool, the next best thing I can do is furnish a
sitter. I’ll call one of my friends. And I’ll come back from the
library as soon as I can. If I didn’t have to get my term paper ready–“
Arlene banged down her coffee cup. “All right, all right. We’ll
probably be gone most of the day, so the sitter ought to be prepared
for a fairly long job. And Glynn–“
He ignored his sister’s knee pressure and said, “Yeah, I know. Be a
good little boy.” He winced when Lorena kicked him on the shin, but
stared down into his plate as if nothing had happened. Damn, he
thought; nothing went right around the house any more. He wondered what
the hell Lorena had in mind–faking a sitter so they could be together
again, so they could fuck some more? He dropped one hand into his lap
and rubbed his hardening prick
But while his mom cleared the table, Lorena went to the phone in the
hall, and he heard her talking to somebody. Maybe she was putting them
on, only pretending to make the call. If she wasn’t he didn’t know what
she was thinking.
His father poured himself another cup of coffee and turned the pages of
the newspaper. Glynn wiped up his final pancake with honey and gulped
it down. Now he couldn’t get up from the table; not right away, because
his cock was threatening to split his jeans. He’d have to sit there
until it went down.
Watching his mother move around the kitchen, Glynn wondered again how
his dad could possibly leave her. Boy, he thought, his eyes following
the long, sleek legs and the way his mother’s butt moved beneath her
short dress, that ought to be some piece of ass. Funny, he decided; he
could come right out with an idea like that, since he had fucked his
sister. He’d kind of avoided it, before.
But his mom was sure a sexy chick–tall and sort of regal, with big,
high tits that jiggled enticingly when she walked. How could his father
walk out on something like that? Glynn shook his head and fumbled
around his plate, draining his glass of milk. His cock went soft quick
enough when Lorena came back to say, “I got a sitter. It’s Jean Marks,
a wonderful girl in my class who needs the money. You’ll like her, I’m
sure.”
Glynn said, “Aakk!” But his mother said absentmindedly, “Yes, of
course. Eric–are you going to sit there all morning? You know very
well what time the appointment is.”
Glynn caught his sister in the hall. “What the hell–“
“Shh!” she said, and kissed him lightly but hotly upon the mouth. “Jean
is a real fox. I’m doing you a big favor, young man.”
“Huh?” he said, but she whirled away, after a dirty, quick caress of
his crotch. He stood watching her, seeing the groovy way her ass moved
in her tight jeans, knowing now the magic feel of that ass and the
pussy itself. Beautiful and hot, juicy and eager to fuck, she was some
sister to have. Glynn wanted to run after her and grab her tits from
behind, so he could rub his stiffening cock into those shapely cheeks.
He wanted to throw her down on the carpet and pull down her jeans so he
could get his hand on that honey-blonde cunt again.
But of course, he couldn’t; not right now. Tonight though, there would
be no way anybody could keep him away from dipping his aching meat into
that hotly clenching snatch again. He had to fuck her some more, or go
out of his head. His balls were beginning to ache right now, and Glynn
turned away so he could rub them.
The cold shower helped some, but not much, even though he scrubbed his
body hard and toweled it just as roughly afterward. Staring down at his
shaft, he fingered along its length, then dropped his hand quickly. No
need to jack off now; he was fucking a lovely girl, hotter and sexier
because she was his own older sister. Man, oh man; what tits, what an
ass–and how her pussy kind of shut down on a guy’s cock, massaging it
until it came.
Glynn got the hell out of the bathroom and into swim trunks. Towel over
one shoulder, wearing scuffs, he went down in time to meet his
babysitter. A sitter, man!
But when he saw the girl, he damned near dropped his towel. Then he
felt like ducking out of sight, in case his legs were too knobby or
something.
She was a doll. Not a baby doll, or cutesy because she was small,
because she was all that but it didn’t work out that way. Jean Marks
had long red hair and a body like a miniature Venus and a bright, warm
smile that reached right out and tickled his belly.
Jean said, “So you’re Glynn. I’ve heard so much about you, from your
sister.”
All he could do was grin weakly and mumble stupid things; then his
mother gave Jean instructions about watching him in the pool, and all
that crap. He flinched when his sister went by, because she pinched his
ass and said in a whisper, “Lucky guy.”
Then he was alone with her; his mother and father followed Lorena out
the front door, still taking cruel little cuts at each other, all the
way to the Caddy. He pretended he was really interested in watching his
sister drive off in her Bug, but he felt the girl’s eyes on him. So he
moved too quickly from the window and bumped into a coffee table before
he could make it to the patio.
He went down the ladder into the shallow end of the pool and stood
there uncertainly. Jean Marks stood on the tiled edge and looked all
around the patio. She said, “Can’t see a house from here, even;
complete privacy, with all those bushes and trees.”
Glynn muttered, “I guess,” and wondered why he felt so uptight. After
all, he wasn’t a cherry anymore. He had fucked a girl, twice; now he
didn’t have to wonder how to make it, or whether his prick was too
skinny. Lorena had loved it, she said.
He ducked lower in the water, mainly to hide his swelling cock; it was
too easily seen in his trunks. If this chick wasn’t so damned sexy
looking, he’d be okay. But his sister had called him lucky to have Jean
around, and that was pretty weird.
She was standing a
t the pool edge, and when she put her arms over her
head to stretch, he could see the outline of her small but groovy tits,
and the nipples themselves. She had on a thin halter and her shorts
clung to every shaping and dip of her thighs;
Glynn could see her
mound, and his eyes were magnetically drawn to the cleft of her pussy.
Then she took off her top. His eyes bugged when she just whipped away
the halter and dropped it. She said, “That water looks great, but I
didn’t bring a suit. You don’t mind, do you?”
He swallowed some water and made a choking noise. “N-no.”
So Jean Marks stepped lithely from her shorts; she hadn’t been wearing
panties, and the curly red hair of her pussy gleamed brightly at him
from between her flawless thighs. Her skin was very white, and when she
moved down the pool steps, her entire small body seemed to undulate
with a special sensuous grace.
Glynn stared as she approached him in the water, as the wavelets came
to her hips, then to the pale mounds of her tits, and at last to the
rosy nipples which were standing straight out. She neared him and put
those fine little points right up against his wet chest. Glynn’s cock
struggled to tear free of his trunks, and beneath the water, Jean’s
naked pussy seemed to blaze into his crotch.
She held up her mouth to him. “Lorena said you screwed her, your own
sister. I think that’s groovy, Glynn. She knows how I like to swing
with groovy people, so she called me to be your sitter today. I hurried
right over.”
Her lips were moving, trembling, and the darting of her hot, wet tongue
was quick and penetrating. Jean’s teeth raked his, and his hands felt
over her wetly squirming body as she wiggled against him. When their
mouths parted, she said, “Are you going to keep those trunks on?”
He couldn’t wait a second longer. Last night he had been a cherry, and
here he was, getting ready to fuck his second girl. Glynn couldn’t
believe his luck but he wasn’t going to push it. Hurrying, he slid off
the wet trunks, and his prick jumped out strong and long, nudging its
distended head against the slippery belly of the eager girl.
Her hand discovered it, curled fingers around the pulsing shaft, and
her smile was hotly knowing. “Nice–very hard and long. I think Lorena
was right, that you’re going to be a really farout lover, once you get
the hang of everything. Here, darling–“
She floated up in the water, held to his waist with one hand while the
other played tantalizingly with his rod. Jean got her legs around him,
crossing them at the ankles, and her delicious little snatch was right
there, tilting up at him. He made a tentative humping movement, and she
guided the throbbing head of his cock into position.
Soaked and tingly, the curls of her pussy tickled his cockhead as it
started to push into the tight, very hot lips of her cunt. He took hold
of her cheeks, the modeled and slippery cheeks of her well shaped
little ass, and by spreading his feet on the bottom of the pool, Glynn
could maintain his balance and shove. But he moved them toward the pool
wall, anyhow, needing a better grip on things.
Floating, she wiggled and rolled her ass, so that she helped him get
the head inside, and slowly, snugly, his prick worked into the
scorching grip of her excited pussy. In it went, and by the time he had
reached the wall and gotten her shoulders against the wet tiles, the
shaft of his cock was buried to the root inside that tightly gripping
cunt.
“Ahh, darling,” she breathed. “That’s good. That’s terrific. Oh, how I
love a good, hard prick! Use it in me, Glynn. Push it all the way to
your balls and pull it back to the head–but don’t take it all the way
out.”
“I won’t,” he promised, his voice thick and clotting in his throat, his
shaft moving greasily in her snatch. She coiled around him like a pale
white snake, wiggling and sliding, bouncing up and down in the water as
he began to pound his cock home with more powerful thrusts.
She was smaller than his sister, and her cunt was tighter, and he dug
fucking this beautiful, small girl. She plastered her wet mouth to his,
and the hard nipples of her tits skidded back and forth across his
chest as they moved and hunched together. “Give it to me, Glynn,” she
hissed into his teeth. “Oh, darling, feed me that wonderful hard meat!
Darling, darling–you use your prick so beautifully–ahh! Ahh, yes!
Good–it’s so long, and I can feel it poking away up in my pussy–ahh!”
Glynn ran his tongue halfway down the girl’s throat, grinding his cock
deeply within the juicy hot cup of her pussy, stroking and driving,
feeling his balls swing tingling through the water to slap lightly
against the uplifted crack of her little-girl ass. He clung to her
cheeks and braced his feet against the bottom, and the hammering
movement of his strong, hungry prick grew heavier.
Her body was splashing the water, and her belly was rolling back and
forth as she took the impact of his plunging cock. She bit his lips and
threw her head back as she tore her lips from his.
“Ahh! Ahh, you stiff-cocked son of a bitch! Oh yes–I dig it, I love
it–fuck me some more, more! I’m about to come, you horny little
bastard! I’m going to come, to COME!”
She stiffened out then, and her legs clamped violently upon his waist.
Glynn kept pounding that shuddering hot cunt, continued to slam his rod
home to the hilt as he felt the flexing of her vagina inside, and
sensed a new lubrication oozing from the pussy walls. Pumping into the
grip of that blazing pussy, his own orgasm built wildly within his
balls, and Glynn felt the onrush of his semen as it hurtled up through
the seesawing rod of his cock and swelled the head of it.
His come exploded from the tip of his prick, and he came in a furiously
boiling spurt of semen that filled the tight, shallow cunt with the
bubbling cream. His balls leaped upward against the cleft of her
rotating ass, and his fingertips dug into her slippery flesh.
Glynn’s knees went a little weak, and he thought dazedly that fucking
seemed to get better and better. Maybe no other chick would ever be
truly as good screwing as when he put it to his own sister, but this
hotly wiggling girl was good enough.
Slowly, her legs drifted down, but she somehow managed to keep his
prick locked within her pussy as she stood tippytoe on the bottom of
the pool. “Nice,” Jean purred. “Very nice. Now we can climb out of the
water and go over there to get in some real fucking. Can you go again
this quickly?”
“Sure,” he said, proud of his new strength and his new knowledge, and
she let his stiff cock ease from the grasp of her cunt.
She went up the ladder first, and he was right behind, staring into the
sweet red crack of her lovely ass. He came out of the pool with water
pouring from his cock, and with a little creamy drop of semen still
clinging to the head.
They moved to the patio, bare-assed and excited yet, and Jean turned to
fit herself into his arms again. That was when Lorena Johansen came
from the house, grinning widely and wearing only a wrap-around towel.
“You guys look fine together,” his sister said as Glynn stared. “Mind
if I join the party?”

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3 Responses to “Incest Games II”

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  2. bamaboy

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  3. hungnthick

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