11-24-2025, 09:16 PM
"Jimmy? Can I see what you're packing?"
It was summer. Not officially yet—that was still a week or so away—but high school was out, and the kids who weren't working summer jobs at the amusement park or the golf course could sleep in and watch TV. Becky and her brother had each eaten breakfast separately—a couple of Eggos, one of those Jimmy Dean things in the microwave; Becky was debating whether to have coffee, but her mom had turned off the machine when she left for work, and now it was only lukewarm.
She would withdraw a bit. She would shower, meet up with her friends, and make plans. But right now, she was pretending to watch three fat guys spin the Showcase Showdown wheel, but in reality, she was staring at her brother Jimmy's penis. Much more interesting…
Her younger brother Jimmy was sprawled across the couch from Becky, typing something on his iPad. Becky couldn't tell if it was a game or a text message, but he seemed pretty engrossed. Maybe it was porn, or he was watching some TikToks, she thought. She'd watched his penis rise and twitch, but it hadn't become tent-like or flipped upwards. That was what fascinated her.
He was wearing only a cut-off sweatshirt and baggy blue basketball shorts, and his penis was a huge sphere on his stomach. Its shaft wasn't lying to the side, but rather riding on top of the curve; she could see that. He must be trapped in his underwear, she knew that. He must be trapped. Perhaps he had grown further while she was watching, but back then he grew forward, not upward.
The sweatshirt he wore had the sleeves cut off—a piece of merchandise from the high school wrestling team he'd been on last winter and would be on again next winter. Red and yellow or maroon and gold, depending on which school song was playing. This morning, he was a boy of primary colors. He had a great body, nice pectoral muscles; she'd seen them many times, he didn't hide them, they just weren't visible this morning. He had shoulders and arms he could be proud of. She could see the thicket of hair under his right arm. Of course, she'd seen it before, but this morning she had to think about it. He'd also cut off the bottom of the sweatshirt—he wore it when he worked out in the basement, which he'd probably do sometime this morning—so his abs were visible, as was the trail of dark brown hair peeking out from under his basketball shorts.
She wondered if he shaved. She hoped not. That would look stupid, she decided. A trail of treasure leading nowhere? ... suddenly bare skin and a small boy's penis ... and then his hairy legs? She hoped not. He could shave if he wanted to, but she would be sad if he did.
She had to see it.
"Let me see what you're doing down there. Let me see your penis." She still said it matter-of-factly, as if she wanted to look over his homework or see what he had bought at the store.
"Go away," Jimmy waved him off.
"Seriously, he looks pretty big." She put her leg back and sat up in the chair. "I mean, maybe it's just the way he's sitting, but he looks like something a girl might like."
Jimmy was torn about how, or even if, he should respond. Part of him still wanted her to just shut up—what was she getting at? The other part wanted to tell her that his penis could and did appeal to girls. But why was she bringing it up? He could just ignore her, but he knew his sister wouldn't take being ignored. She'd just jump down his throat. "Why are you acting so weird, staring at my penis?" He didn't get up from the couch, but he turned slightly so his penis wasn't sticking out so much.
"I know you have girlfriends. I know you're not a virgin anymore, so it obviously works," Becky pretended to analyze. "My friends have noticed you, and I have to say, you're striking. So let me see."
"No," he said, pulling his legs down and sitting down. "You're my sister, I'm not showing you my penis."
"Why not? Just because I'm your sister?" she asked. "Because I'm your sister, it shouldn't matter if I see your penis, so why don't you show it to me?"
Jimmy was aware that she was using twisted logic, but he didn't want to argue with her about it. "I'm not showing you my dick." But the thought of showing off crossed his mind, and he didn't get up to leave. "Why do you even want to see it?"
"Because."
"No. Not good enough. What's going on in your head?"
Becky had to think fast. Her brother hadn't simply walked away and fled to his room. He was curious. She'd have to come up with a more compelling reason to convince him than just "because." She really wanted to see it. And maybe, if she listened to her growing desire, she'd do other things too… "I need to practice my blowjobs." That was exactly what came to mind at that moment.
Jimmy laughed. "But you have to! You're the blowjob queen! The whole school knows it."
She didn't hold it against her and didn't try to dismiss it. She knew there was some truth in the statement. Instead of contradicting it, she used it, wrapped it up in a way that resonated with her. "Yes... and that's why I need practice. It's not about the number of blowjobs, but the quality of my blowjobs."
Jimmy just stared at her, his mouth agape. How does one react to something like that from one's sister?
She had his attention. And she kept it. "Hey, it's summer now, and I don't have a few hundred guys staring at my body just because I walk by. I have to go out and find them or be where they are. It's too hot to go out today."
"You have a friend."
“Yes, a boyfriend… and who knows how long that will last.” She started laughing, as if she were being silly. That eased the tension a little, and Jimmy laughed too, so she pressed on. “So, let me see the monster. Let’s see what I can do about it.”
Jimmy sat directly across from her, trying to decipher her expression. Was she serious? Did his older sister actually want to give him a blowjob? Or was she just saying that so he'd take off his shorts and then something strange would happen?
“You’re crazy,” he decided and stood up. He was about to leave the room, but then he caught himself and went to get his iPad.
She had to restrain him. "I'll show you my tits."
That made me laugh. "Ha! I see your tits all the time!"
“No, you don’t,” she countered. Did he really?
“Of course I do. You’re running around here almost naked all the time, and those things are dangling,” he said, more to her breasts than to her face. “Look—right now—you’re wearing a tank top. Your left breast is sticking right out!”
Becky risked a glance downwards. Yes, it was true. Her left breast was half-exposed from the large armhole of her tank top. And a small nipple slip. But she didn't have it fixed.
"And you never wear a bra at home. Only at school, and even then not always. You can see your nipples right through your tube tops, or you wear a big T-shirt in the evening, and your breasts are swinging around..." He was on a roll. How many other examples could he think of?
But Becky only heard him notice. She let him be. Her little brother noticed it very often. She decided to do something. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She shook out her long, light brown hair and let the shirt fall behind her. "Well, it doesn't matter if I just do it."
Jimmy was speechless, his mouth open as he was about to say something about the fact that sometimes she didn't even use a towel between the bathroom and the bedroom after showering.
He stared at her breasts. Yes, as he'd said, he'd seen them before, just not presented like this, so: "Here they are, Jimmy!" He'd often seen the sides of her breasts and her cleavage. They jiggled occasionally when she moved quickly. Her nipple peeked out secretly, as if it had just happened, and he tried to catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, to avoid being caught staring. But now her breasts were right there. Right in front of his face. Presented for his pleasure.
He knew from touching her misplaced bras that she was a size 36C, whatever that meant. They were bigger than a handful and looked like something she'd enjoy playing with.
"You want to touch her?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered automatically. Then he composed himself. "I mean... no, I don't... I mean, they aren't—" He had to close.
She took his right hand and placed it on her left breast. "I'll let you go."
She placed her own right hand on the bulge in his shorts and stroked it up and down, slowly. It was large. And it was enclosed. She could feel the animal's life inside as it pushed forward.
Jimmy dropped his iPad and she too took her right breast. Sixteen years old, and he finally caressed Becky's tits, felt how firm they were, pinched her wide nipples and made them curl into points. That was fun!
"Let me feel your cock, Jimmy," she whispered, fully intending to seduce him now. It had started as a whim, just a desire to check the size of her brother's cock, see how much hair he had, maybe what it would look like hard when it came. Had they had a quick encounter and she seen it, that might actually have been enough for her. Maybe she would have masturbated to the image, to have this secret knowledge about her brother and to create a fantasy about it. Forbidden.
But now, as she pulled his shorts away from his waist with one hand and went inside to fix his penis, on the other side she got a sense of the monster inside her and it ignited a fire in her.
But when Jimmy felt his penis flip upright and his sister's hand was inside his underwear, he reacted. "Whoa, hey!" He let go of his sister's breasts and backed off onto the couch, almost falling back onto it. The proposal pushed her hand out and his waistband snapped back.
"Jimmy?" She was about to ask, "What's wrong?" But her new goal was to keep him here, to keep him in a good mood, not to give him a chance to beg.
"This is crazy," he muttered. He shook his head, still staring at her breasts, trying to say something else that would allow him to withdraw.
"It's okay, Jimmy." She placed her hand back on his package. "I like what I felt. Let me give you a blowjob."
Those were the wrong words. They brought back the found blowjob Queen's image, and Jimmy could think a little more clearly again. "That's okay. I can get a blowjob from Liza if I want."
"Of course you can. But I want to give you one."
"You don't need to practice. Why don't you go and give Caleb a blowjob?"
"Caleb is..." She considered how much she should say. "Well, Caleb hurts."
"He hurts you?" There was anger in his voice, and Jimmy instantly switched into Foundbrother mode, Foundrotector mode. He might be a year and a half younger than Becky, but he was bigger than her and stronger than most of her friends. Caleb was bigger than him, but Jimmy knew he could take him down. He'd take a few hits, but he knew he could fight better than Caleb.
Becky realized her mistake. Another mistake. "No, not like that. No, don't worry." She placed both hands on her brother's shoulders, letting them slide down to his chest. "He's okay. He's a nice guy. He's just... big. Like his dick, his... stupid big."
Jimmy let out a reassuring snort from within. He had placed his hands on her back in a gesture of comfort, but hadn't removed them.
"I mean, I can't get his whole cock down, and he fills my mouth. And when we f-" She looked into Jimmy's eyes to judge if it was okay to talk like this. His eyes told her he knew. "When we fuck, it kind of hurts. There are big ones, and it's too big, you know? It's not much fun."
"So he might not be around much longer?" Jimmy asked, still worried.
"Yeah, probably not." She tried to break the mood. "But you, Jimmy..." She switched her seduction to voice, placing her hand back on his penis. "It feels like a nice size, and I think it likes me. You have a—"
"Becky, come on," he groaned.
"I'll let you see my pussy?" she tried.
He looked at her, a little pity in his eyes now. She was frail and desperate, and he knew it. "Becky, this isn't right." Even so, he held her close, her breasts pressing into his chest. A part of his manly brain wished he hadn't. He had his shirt on and could feel those tits against his skin.
"What isn't it? It's just us. You're my brother. You've been there forever and you still will be." She liked that he was still holding her. Maybe he was coming around. "So what if we have a little fun? I'd really like to see that monster in your pants. I really want to give you a blowjob. I'd love to make you cum. I'd love to see you cum!"
Jimmy hesitated. Becky could tell he was turned on, though. She could feel it. She grasped his penis through his nylon shorts and now had a truer sense of its length and girth. She began to stroke it gently.
"Look, we're all playing The Time together. We used to play 'house' when we were little, and with Legos."
"And you made me play with your Barbies," he grumbled.
"Yes, Barbies, and your Spider-Man guys break into a DreamHouse!" That made them both laugh. "And then there was Sorry and Life and Guess Who... and Crash Bandicoot 2."
"We were a team!" He called back. "But these aren't..."
"And swimming, and daytime football, and we wrestled. I know your body. I like your body. I think you like mine," she smiled, pressing her breasts against his and roughly stroking his penis. "So what's the difference if we play like this now that we're, you know, older?"
Jimmy was almost there. She could push him onto the couch, and he would let her. She knew it.
But Jimmy took a deep breath, as if he'd made a decision. "Becky..." he whispered. He let go of her back and pulled away from her breasts.
"You can fuck me"
This kept Jimmy on his trail.
He had to look at her dead. The eye. He had to see her eyes. His dark browns compared to her soft browns. There was no teasing about it. She had just said the words that had given him courage for fantasies of the last five years. From when he found out what his rods were for, his sister had always been the model for his masturbation sessions late at night, in the morning, after school, break from homework, bedtime, and again late at night. (He hadn't done the session in the bathroom at lunchtime since 7th grade, and that usually happened via Taylor Riordan, who sat in front of him in class back then.)
Becky was always right, though. Right, right here, right here. Running around the house in almost nothing, day after day. He watched her grow bigger and lose her baby fat. He watched her breasts go from nothing to apples, suddenly, those big pups. He watched her straight body become curvy. He'd watched her transform from a boy's butt to a girl's ass. He'd seen every inch of that ass in her thong underwear and bikinis and its entirety when she mooned it. He'd seen every inch of those tits in different sections before today, and now those tits were pointed right at him, completely bare. He would hold those tits today. But he'd never seen her pussy. The shape of her mound, yes; maybe some cameltoe, yes; maybe a glimpse of her labia when she wore white underwear in the bright light, yes. But he would never sneak into her shower or anything to see it outside. That could happen today, and so much more. He could suck those tits, hold her ass, and fuck her pussy. If that wasn't a lie. If that wasn't a joke. If she was serious.
"Say that again." He should know.
She moved in front of him, again placing her hands on his waist and running them up under his cut-off sweatshirt, over his abs to his shoulders, pushing his shirt up so she could lean in, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. She whispered in his ear, "Jimmy, you can fuck me."
He still couldn't breathe, but he put his hands around her back again, holding her chest close. He ran his hands down her back to her hips and grabbed the waistband of her pink shorts, rolling the elastic in his hand, gathering the fabric with his fingers until it was completely contained between his fists. His brain knew he couldn't pull her shorts off like that, though. He let go of the shorts, flattened his hands, and slid them under her panties, feeling her bottom and grasping the lower curve.
"There you go," she said to his neck. "You want to fuck me?"
"Yes." Again, his reaction was involuntary, just an immediate puff of air from his chest. "Yes, I want to fuck you."
"Then we'll start by letting me see your penis." She slid down his body, his hands automatically pulled out of her shorts.
She grasped the waist of his blue gym shorts, had to pull them over his hard cock, and then they fell to his ankle. She then stood before his gray Tommy Hilfiger boxer shorts. Didn't she go for the black waistband? Instead, she took the time to caress his straight, very hard cock hidden inside. She started at his balls, rubbing them in a circle, careful not to squeeze or even cradle them there; she wanted to do that when they were really in her hand. Then she moved up the shaft, slowly, as if counting the inches. She could make a good guess, but I didn't care. Bigger than the average high school boy, smaller than 'stupid big.' It was Jimmy's cock, her brother's cock, that was what made it special.
She reached the head, but when the glans found the torch, she realized that the glans was already seeking release within the framework of the torch's bond. There was no reason to delay further. She took the bond with both hands, pulled it forward and down, and pushed the slip down to Jimmy's knee.
"Oh, that's a nice cock." Instantly, she was face to face with the goal of morning agony. It wobbled a little from the movement of his boxers, but this tower of a man was all she had been imagining. The skin of his shaft was a little darker than the rest of him, or maybe that was just from blood flow, because his glans was definitely a purplish hue. She had to hold it. Her hand moved magnetically to its base, and she ran a finger along its length. Mostly smooth, with a few veins protruding. Just above his circumcision ring was a small tuft of skin, which she twisted with her thumb and finger. Jimmy gasped, and his thighs tightened. A sensitive spot? She slid her finger from that point up in a direct line to his crown, and he continued to tremble. 'Yes, that was his found spot.' She would remember that.
With her other hand, Becky sweated the boxers off her knees. Jimmy stepped out of both his boxers and shorts, then kicked them aside. He adopted a more solid stance, open to inspecting his sister.
Her question about his labia. She too had answered as soon as she'd pulled off his boxers. He had quite a straw-like covering of dark brown labia. No curls, all straight. She knew some swimmers who trimmed theirs. They don't want all their pubic hair escaping their Speedos, but apparently wrestlers didn't care, since it was all tucked away in their undershirts. She'd never been to Jimmy's matches; she'd have to take care of that next season. Those form-fitting undershirts were pretty good at revealing; she wondered why she hadn't gone to a match to check out the guys. She ran her left hand through his wild bush. She rapped it between her fingers, then traced the trail all the way up to his navel. And back again.
Time to get busy. Her left hand went down and finally cradled his balls, while she parked her right hand at the base of his cock, squeezing a little to catch the blood, and watched as his head began to expand. Those spongy things were so much fun! And there... yes, there's the precum! She had to have it. She licked his balls from her hand, following the same path her finger had taken, pausing for a moment to tease his. With her tongue and front teeth, she then went up to circle the crown. He was called over and licked of his precum.
She looked up. She and Jimmy closed their eyes and blindfolded themselves. He'd received blowjobs before, she knew, but had never received one from her. She took it into her mouth.
Jimmy could only breathe. When Becky looked up at him, he couldn't look away. He was trapped by her soft brown eyes. Only when she finally broke her gaze to gain more control over her efforts could he draw his eyes close and fall back into himself. His sister was sucking his cock. Becky was sucking his cock!
He didn't know how long it would last. His mother had gotten him out of bed to water the lawn before she left for work, so he hadn't had a chance to wipe the morning wood. He thought he'd use the energy to get in a good workout with the free weights in his basement gym, then a slash and a nap, but he'd gotten himself into an online wank with his friends. So he still had a whole night's worth of wanking time in him. And then... Becky. And now... Becky.
As his hands were pulled from her shorts, they had naturally moved to her shoulders and hair. He would have loved to grab those breasts, but they were out of reach from his standing position. He didn't want to sit, though; he liked the tension in his legs as he fought the urge to buckle up and fall back.
Oh, God, take it! He thought. Her tongue is magic. What did she say? It's not the number of blowjobs, it's the quality? Damn, A. My sister is the blowjob queen!
She continued licking and sucking on his head, then submerged herself as far as she could take him. Aside from a little humming, she was a quiet sucker, not one to make stupid, gurgling, choking porn noises. This was a learned behavior from giving a good percentage of her blowjobs in a place where they had to be quiet, or mostly quiet, with her parents elsewhere in the house.
She held his ass with both hands, then slid her hand between his left cheeks, pulling a fingernail up from his balls to his hole. Jimmy trembled and widened his position to give Becky more access. She realized he liked to pause sucking inside her, smiling around his shaft, so teasing his sphincter, she pressed her finger against it and gained a little entry. Jimmy pressed on her finger. I wanted her to take it in, but they both felt her finger was dry, so it wasn't going to go that far, just to the first knuckle. It was fun, but she was shifting her attention.
She slid down to suck on his balls while she propped him up with her hand. Jimmy could sense this was a dangerous move. When his girlfriend was giving him head, he could sit back and just enjoy the sensation of her tongue, as long as she decided it was time to cum and let his mind wander. But now, with Becky, he'd been nervous ever since she touched him first, and every thought was of responding to exactly what she was going to do to him. Going down to his balls was like, "I'm going to push him over the edge," and her hand was making sure of that.
"Becky..." His voice trembled.
Her ears perked up. She realized that wasn't a "Theatrooh, Becky..." moan; it was a warning. She had him. Her little brother wanted to cum for her! "That's it, little brother. Sperm for me." She licked from his balls to his grassy patch, swirling her tongue on his skin lump. "Give me all your sweet sperm..."
Jimmy's knees buckled and he began to fall forward, his toes curling to grip the carpet as if that would keep him upright, but he mostly stayed afloat on her shoulders. She gave him a quick succession of bobs and then he licked himself down again, holding his penis in front of him.
"Beck, I'm cum-" was all he could say before he locked himself in and his entire existence vanished from the clutches of his penis, his vision fading to a bright golden haze.
Becky wanted to taste his sperm; she'd take it all, but she wanted to see it first. She'd never tried to spy on her little brother as he closed his bedroom door and took off. She could hear him when he did it, and that turned her on, fueled her imagination, but neither of them had ever actually invaded each other's privacy like that. But now she wanted to watch him explode right before her eyes!
His first shot shot high and landed in front of her hand and arm. She adjusted the angle, and his second shot, bigger than his first, rocketed straight up. "Yes!" she hissed. That's what she wanted to see! Shots three and four followed quickly, landing wherever they pleased. While her hand and his penis struggled, she brought it back into her mouth and took everything he could give her—two more direct blasts, and then everything she could get out.
He tried to shift his weight back as his vision cleared, to stop pressing down on her shoulders and stand up again, but he just couldn't yet. He wanted to collapse, but he never wanted her to stop sucking his cock. He deliberately took a deep breath and calmed himself, shifting his weight backward. He stood and looked down to see his sister sucking his cock. She looked up, took it out of her mouth, and smiled back at him. Then she pushed him back onto the couch. He fell back dead, his weight gone, a silly smile playing across his face.
"Do you like that?" Becky asked, starting to look around at where the boy's semen had landed. Her wrist and arm, some on her breasts, a stream on the floor.
Jimmy breathed a sigh of laughter. "You have to ask?"
She lightly licked the semen off his wrist and arm, then, before moving on to her breasts after the ejaculation, she looked at him with a spark in her eye. She rose from her knees, moaning softly, then rubbed her kneecaps. She moved to ride him on the couch. She parked her ass on his thighs and rolled forward to ensure his cock was trapped beneath her pussy, though she was still protected by her pink shorts. She offered him her breasts. "Help me?"
He knew what she wanted. Look how he does it, his fourth ejaculation is still clearly visible on her right breast. But God, he wanted those tits! Holding them for such a short time had been teasing—he had to get those nipples in his mouth, no matter what he had to do. He went right for her right, his mouth devouring the nipple, licking a circle around the areola, and sucking everything in. He pulled out and took care of the business, licking the trail he had left and smearing it. Then he cleaned the area.
"That's it, clean me out..." She ran her fingers through his hair. He'd just gotten his summer cut before Memorial Day—not a buzz cut like when he was a kid, but shorter than usual. And it was already starting to grow back. Still enough to hold onto while he licked his semen off her. "You like that?"
Jimmy looked from her chest. "Meh," he muttered, "it's not my first time."
She thought her teasing would have more effect. Obviously, Jimmy'd tasted his own semen at some point; it made sense. She knew her own taste, that's right, whether by tasting it on her fingers or tasting it on a cock after she'd been fucked. It was cool that he didn't hold back. "You're very salty today," she noted.
"McDonald's had a bunch of times this week to go home with the crew." He didn't want to be interrupted. He wanted to hold and suck those tits. The right one cleaned, he went back to the nipple to tease and bite.
"Ooh!" She yelped. "These McNuggets and Coke will do this to you..."
"I love McNuggets." He switched to his left breast. "I love these McNuggets..."
"How long have you wanted to be right here?" she asked, playing with his ear.
Why did she want to continue talking to him? He just glanced up and looked at her at the church. 'Are you kidding me?'
"Well, you don't have to sneak around and poke at my cones anymore. You can have them anytime. I love it when guys take their time with my breasts..."
A small pang of jealousy shot through him, though it didn't last long. He didn't want to be added to her group of friends. He was her brother; he deserved a more special place in her heart.
She closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation. She had to, otherwise she might be tempted to see who had won the Price Showcase, and she wanted to feel Jimmy's lips every time he kissed her breasts, until he came to the sea and licked his way back to her nipple.
She could feel his penis even beneath her, and it hadn't really receded much since she'd sat on it. She began to rock forward and back slightly, letting the slight blurring of the flesh of her shorts play with the underside of his penis.
Jimmy's attention drifted to Becky's breasts slipping out, and she crunched her pussy against his cock. This was unfair. Another image flashed through his mind. He continued licking her nipple, but let his attention wander. His hands moved to her shorts. He gripped each side in his fists, wishing he could just pull them sideways and rip them off.
He left her breasts exposed and stepped back. Now she just kept rocking his lap in front of him, teasing his cock, teasing her own clit. He could feel his blood rushing through him. Again he felt strength returning to his arms and legs and his breathing become heavier.
Becky opened her eyes to find Jimmy staring at her. Not at her breasts, not at her face, just at her. And she recognized that look in his eye. The look of desire. Her brother was about to make a move.
Jimmy took his sister with him. He lifted her waist and stood up, her 110 pounds nothing to him, he didn't even need leverage. Slowly he turned around, looked at the front room furniture, decided the couch was best. He laid her on her back on the couch, and placed one knee in front of her. He grasped the waistband of her shorts and dug his fingers a little further, adding the waist of her panties as well, and in one even pull, removed the rest of her clothing, lifting and helping her if necessary. He tossed her shorts aside; wherever they landed was their new home.
She opened her legs and let him see - "My pussy, as promised"
Still on that one knee, unable to move. Finally, he looked at her pussy. No clothes, no towel, no swimsuit. Just her pussy. Her golden-brown hair was cut short and shaved into a heart shape. He wanted to laugh, but not laugh at her, so he just snorted with pleasure. It was cute. She had also shaved the rest of her outer labia clean. The shave looked fresh, no stubble. His eyes followed the line of her slit down, her hood and her labia peeking out...
It was time. He brought his other knee onto the couch and grabbed her legs.
She had teased him long enough. She saw that his penis was aimed at her and knew what was coming. But maybe it was time for another one.
"What will you do for Jimmy?" she said in a frightened voice. "Will you fuck me?"
"You said I could fuck you. Am I going to fuck you?" That's what happened. He wasted no time.
"Oh, but not here, Jimmy," she complained oddly. "Not on the couch. It itches, doesn't it?"
He looked like he might explode—not in anger, but in sexual frustration at having to deal with a sister again. He didn't want to argue. Fine. Change of scene! He thought it, but didn't want to speak. I didn't want to talk to her, didn't want to negotiate. He got up from the couch and just picked her up again, and put his naked sister over his left shoulder, his hand on her ass, holding her still.
"Ooh, um, okay..." she fumbled, reaching onto her brother's back. It was awkward, but funny, him pulling the caveman. She just didn't want to fall, but her brother was pretty strong and agile, being on that wrestling team and all. She knew she'd provoked him, so she let him get away with it.
She saw her house going backward as he carried her from the front room and the CBS News studio. She clung to Fester's back a little more tightly and grabbed his cut-off sweatshirt as he carried her up the stairs. "You caught me? Don't drop me!" She managed a slightly nervous laugh, but she felt him tighten his grip on her legs to reassure her.
Jimmy chose her bedroom instead of the home court. It was closer to the top of the stairs, true, but he imagined seeing her naked in her natural environment would be satisfying. Her beautiful white room with little roses scattered across the wallpaper, her thick white comforter with mauve and gray stripes, and her naked body lying on top of it, with those tits and heart-shaped pussy, inviting him in. He carefully moved through her door—didn't want her to hit her head, then it would all be over! He reached the foot of her bed and lowered her from his shoulder, but still held her in front of him, or rather, his hand on her bottom. He briefly considered simply throwing her onto the bed and then diving on top of her, but that wasn't an option. He stepped onto the bed and laid her down, her head on her pillow.
The comforter on her bed was still askew from when she woke up this morning, so she pulled it back and out from under her, a little. She looked at her brother, grateful that he'd put her down so gently, but he still had that determined look in his eyes. There was no putting him down now. No more delay. Not that she wanted any delay. Her pussy was so damn wet, though Jimmy hadn't taken the time to figure that out yet. Then she realized he'd only just pulled her shorts off when she'd started teasing him. She watched her brother climb onto the bed in front of her, and she spread her legs to accept him, his beautiful cock aiming once again right at her core.
He came in nice and close, his cock in his right hand, his left reaching out to target her pussy. He ran his thumb from bottom to top, parting her lips, opening her flower. A flick of the tip elicited an "Oooh!" from her, but there was no more holding back. He had to shit, and he wanted to fuck his sister's pussy. He quickly grabbed his palm, moistened the head of his cock, and held it against her entrance.
As much as he didn't want to waste any more time, he couldn't help but look Becky in the eyes again. Just to be sure. To give her one more chance to back out. He really, really wanted to fuck her, but if she suddenly got scared, he'd back down. She wasn't some cheerleader or sports team member about to pounce on him at a house party. She was his sister. Part of the reason he wanted to fuck her was because she was his sister, but she was still his sister. He never wanted to hurt her.
She met his eyes. She knew what he was doing. Her little brother was actually a nice guy. She didn't nod, she didn't insult him for taking so long. She simply placed her feet on his bottom and patted him forward, clasping her heels together.
It was summer. Not officially yet—that was still a week or so away—but high school was out, and the kids who weren't working summer jobs at the amusement park or the golf course could sleep in and watch TV. Becky and her brother had each eaten breakfast separately—a couple of Eggos, one of those Jimmy Dean things in the microwave; Becky was debating whether to have coffee, but her mom had turned off the machine when she left for work, and now it was only lukewarm.
She would withdraw a bit. She would shower, meet up with her friends, and make plans. But right now, she was pretending to watch three fat guys spin the Showcase Showdown wheel, but in reality, she was staring at her brother Jimmy's penis. Much more interesting…
Her younger brother Jimmy was sprawled across the couch from Becky, typing something on his iPad. Becky couldn't tell if it was a game or a text message, but he seemed pretty engrossed. Maybe it was porn, or he was watching some TikToks, she thought. She'd watched his penis rise and twitch, but it hadn't become tent-like or flipped upwards. That was what fascinated her.
He was wearing only a cut-off sweatshirt and baggy blue basketball shorts, and his penis was a huge sphere on his stomach. Its shaft wasn't lying to the side, but rather riding on top of the curve; she could see that. He must be trapped in his underwear, she knew that. He must be trapped. Perhaps he had grown further while she was watching, but back then he grew forward, not upward.
The sweatshirt he wore had the sleeves cut off—a piece of merchandise from the high school wrestling team he'd been on last winter and would be on again next winter. Red and yellow or maroon and gold, depending on which school song was playing. This morning, he was a boy of primary colors. He had a great body, nice pectoral muscles; she'd seen them many times, he didn't hide them, they just weren't visible this morning. He had shoulders and arms he could be proud of. She could see the thicket of hair under his right arm. Of course, she'd seen it before, but this morning she had to think about it. He'd also cut off the bottom of the sweatshirt—he wore it when he worked out in the basement, which he'd probably do sometime this morning—so his abs were visible, as was the trail of dark brown hair peeking out from under his basketball shorts.
She wondered if he shaved. She hoped not. That would look stupid, she decided. A trail of treasure leading nowhere? ... suddenly bare skin and a small boy's penis ... and then his hairy legs? She hoped not. He could shave if he wanted to, but she would be sad if he did.
She had to see it.
"Let me see what you're doing down there. Let me see your penis." She still said it matter-of-factly, as if she wanted to look over his homework or see what he had bought at the store.
"Go away," Jimmy waved him off.
"Seriously, he looks pretty big." She put her leg back and sat up in the chair. "I mean, maybe it's just the way he's sitting, but he looks like something a girl might like."
Jimmy was torn about how, or even if, he should respond. Part of him still wanted her to just shut up—what was she getting at? The other part wanted to tell her that his penis could and did appeal to girls. But why was she bringing it up? He could just ignore her, but he knew his sister wouldn't take being ignored. She'd just jump down his throat. "Why are you acting so weird, staring at my penis?" He didn't get up from the couch, but he turned slightly so his penis wasn't sticking out so much.
"I know you have girlfriends. I know you're not a virgin anymore, so it obviously works," Becky pretended to analyze. "My friends have noticed you, and I have to say, you're striking. So let me see."
"No," he said, pulling his legs down and sitting down. "You're my sister, I'm not showing you my penis."
"Why not? Just because I'm your sister?" she asked. "Because I'm your sister, it shouldn't matter if I see your penis, so why don't you show it to me?"
Jimmy was aware that she was using twisted logic, but he didn't want to argue with her about it. "I'm not showing you my dick." But the thought of showing off crossed his mind, and he didn't get up to leave. "Why do you even want to see it?"
"Because."
"No. Not good enough. What's going on in your head?"
Becky had to think fast. Her brother hadn't simply walked away and fled to his room. He was curious. She'd have to come up with a more compelling reason to convince him than just "because." She really wanted to see it. And maybe, if she listened to her growing desire, she'd do other things too… "I need to practice my blowjobs." That was exactly what came to mind at that moment.
Jimmy laughed. "But you have to! You're the blowjob queen! The whole school knows it."
She didn't hold it against her and didn't try to dismiss it. She knew there was some truth in the statement. Instead of contradicting it, she used it, wrapped it up in a way that resonated with her. "Yes... and that's why I need practice. It's not about the number of blowjobs, but the quality of my blowjobs."
Jimmy just stared at her, his mouth agape. How does one react to something like that from one's sister?
She had his attention. And she kept it. "Hey, it's summer now, and I don't have a few hundred guys staring at my body just because I walk by. I have to go out and find them or be where they are. It's too hot to go out today."
"You have a friend."
“Yes, a boyfriend… and who knows how long that will last.” She started laughing, as if she were being silly. That eased the tension a little, and Jimmy laughed too, so she pressed on. “So, let me see the monster. Let’s see what I can do about it.”
Jimmy sat directly across from her, trying to decipher her expression. Was she serious? Did his older sister actually want to give him a blowjob? Or was she just saying that so he'd take off his shorts and then something strange would happen?
“You’re crazy,” he decided and stood up. He was about to leave the room, but then he caught himself and went to get his iPad.
She had to restrain him. "I'll show you my tits."
That made me laugh. "Ha! I see your tits all the time!"
“No, you don’t,” she countered. Did he really?
“Of course I do. You’re running around here almost naked all the time, and those things are dangling,” he said, more to her breasts than to her face. “Look—right now—you’re wearing a tank top. Your left breast is sticking right out!”
Becky risked a glance downwards. Yes, it was true. Her left breast was half-exposed from the large armhole of her tank top. And a small nipple slip. But she didn't have it fixed.
"And you never wear a bra at home. Only at school, and even then not always. You can see your nipples right through your tube tops, or you wear a big T-shirt in the evening, and your breasts are swinging around..." He was on a roll. How many other examples could he think of?
But Becky only heard him notice. She let him be. Her little brother noticed it very often. She decided to do something. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She shook out her long, light brown hair and let the shirt fall behind her. "Well, it doesn't matter if I just do it."
Jimmy was speechless, his mouth open as he was about to say something about the fact that sometimes she didn't even use a towel between the bathroom and the bedroom after showering.
He stared at her breasts. Yes, as he'd said, he'd seen them before, just not presented like this, so: "Here they are, Jimmy!" He'd often seen the sides of her breasts and her cleavage. They jiggled occasionally when she moved quickly. Her nipple peeked out secretly, as if it had just happened, and he tried to catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, to avoid being caught staring. But now her breasts were right there. Right in front of his face. Presented for his pleasure.
He knew from touching her misplaced bras that she was a size 36C, whatever that meant. They were bigger than a handful and looked like something she'd enjoy playing with.
"You want to touch her?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered automatically. Then he composed himself. "I mean... no, I don't... I mean, they aren't—" He had to close.
She took his right hand and placed it on her left breast. "I'll let you go."
She placed her own right hand on the bulge in his shorts and stroked it up and down, slowly. It was large. And it was enclosed. She could feel the animal's life inside as it pushed forward.
Jimmy dropped his iPad and she too took her right breast. Sixteen years old, and he finally caressed Becky's tits, felt how firm they were, pinched her wide nipples and made them curl into points. That was fun!
"Let me feel your cock, Jimmy," she whispered, fully intending to seduce him now. It had started as a whim, just a desire to check the size of her brother's cock, see how much hair he had, maybe what it would look like hard when it came. Had they had a quick encounter and she seen it, that might actually have been enough for her. Maybe she would have masturbated to the image, to have this secret knowledge about her brother and to create a fantasy about it. Forbidden.
But now, as she pulled his shorts away from his waist with one hand and went inside to fix his penis, on the other side she got a sense of the monster inside her and it ignited a fire in her.
But when Jimmy felt his penis flip upright and his sister's hand was inside his underwear, he reacted. "Whoa, hey!" He let go of his sister's breasts and backed off onto the couch, almost falling back onto it. The proposal pushed her hand out and his waistband snapped back.
"Jimmy?" She was about to ask, "What's wrong?" But her new goal was to keep him here, to keep him in a good mood, not to give him a chance to beg.
"This is crazy," he muttered. He shook his head, still staring at her breasts, trying to say something else that would allow him to withdraw.
"It's okay, Jimmy." She placed her hand back on his package. "I like what I felt. Let me give you a blowjob."
Those were the wrong words. They brought back the found blowjob Queen's image, and Jimmy could think a little more clearly again. "That's okay. I can get a blowjob from Liza if I want."
"Of course you can. But I want to give you one."
"You don't need to practice. Why don't you go and give Caleb a blowjob?"
"Caleb is..." She considered how much she should say. "Well, Caleb hurts."
"He hurts you?" There was anger in his voice, and Jimmy instantly switched into Foundbrother mode, Foundrotector mode. He might be a year and a half younger than Becky, but he was bigger than her and stronger than most of her friends. Caleb was bigger than him, but Jimmy knew he could take him down. He'd take a few hits, but he knew he could fight better than Caleb.
Becky realized her mistake. Another mistake. "No, not like that. No, don't worry." She placed both hands on her brother's shoulders, letting them slide down to his chest. "He's okay. He's a nice guy. He's just... big. Like his dick, his... stupid big."
Jimmy let out a reassuring snort from within. He had placed his hands on her back in a gesture of comfort, but hadn't removed them.
"I mean, I can't get his whole cock down, and he fills my mouth. And when we f-" She looked into Jimmy's eyes to judge if it was okay to talk like this. His eyes told her he knew. "When we fuck, it kind of hurts. There are big ones, and it's too big, you know? It's not much fun."
"So he might not be around much longer?" Jimmy asked, still worried.
"Yeah, probably not." She tried to break the mood. "But you, Jimmy..." She switched her seduction to voice, placing her hand back on his penis. "It feels like a nice size, and I think it likes me. You have a—"
"Becky, come on," he groaned.
"I'll let you see my pussy?" she tried.
He looked at her, a little pity in his eyes now. She was frail and desperate, and he knew it. "Becky, this isn't right." Even so, he held her close, her breasts pressing into his chest. A part of his manly brain wished he hadn't. He had his shirt on and could feel those tits against his skin.
"What isn't it? It's just us. You're my brother. You've been there forever and you still will be." She liked that he was still holding her. Maybe he was coming around. "So what if we have a little fun? I'd really like to see that monster in your pants. I really want to give you a blowjob. I'd love to make you cum. I'd love to see you cum!"
Jimmy hesitated. Becky could tell he was turned on, though. She could feel it. She grasped his penis through his nylon shorts and now had a truer sense of its length and girth. She began to stroke it gently.
"Look, we're all playing The Time together. We used to play 'house' when we were little, and with Legos."
"And you made me play with your Barbies," he grumbled.
"Yes, Barbies, and your Spider-Man guys break into a DreamHouse!" That made them both laugh. "And then there was Sorry and Life and Guess Who... and Crash Bandicoot 2."
"We were a team!" He called back. "But these aren't..."
"And swimming, and daytime football, and we wrestled. I know your body. I like your body. I think you like mine," she smiled, pressing her breasts against his and roughly stroking his penis. "So what's the difference if we play like this now that we're, you know, older?"
Jimmy was almost there. She could push him onto the couch, and he would let her. She knew it.
But Jimmy took a deep breath, as if he'd made a decision. "Becky..." he whispered. He let go of her back and pulled away from her breasts.
"You can fuck me"
This kept Jimmy on his trail.
He had to look at her dead. The eye. He had to see her eyes. His dark browns compared to her soft browns. There was no teasing about it. She had just said the words that had given him courage for fantasies of the last five years. From when he found out what his rods were for, his sister had always been the model for his masturbation sessions late at night, in the morning, after school, break from homework, bedtime, and again late at night. (He hadn't done the session in the bathroom at lunchtime since 7th grade, and that usually happened via Taylor Riordan, who sat in front of him in class back then.)
Becky was always right, though. Right, right here, right here. Running around the house in almost nothing, day after day. He watched her grow bigger and lose her baby fat. He watched her breasts go from nothing to apples, suddenly, those big pups. He watched her straight body become curvy. He'd watched her transform from a boy's butt to a girl's ass. He'd seen every inch of that ass in her thong underwear and bikinis and its entirety when she mooned it. He'd seen every inch of those tits in different sections before today, and now those tits were pointed right at him, completely bare. He would hold those tits today. But he'd never seen her pussy. The shape of her mound, yes; maybe some cameltoe, yes; maybe a glimpse of her labia when she wore white underwear in the bright light, yes. But he would never sneak into her shower or anything to see it outside. That could happen today, and so much more. He could suck those tits, hold her ass, and fuck her pussy. If that wasn't a lie. If that wasn't a joke. If she was serious.
"Say that again." He should know.
She moved in front of him, again placing her hands on his waist and running them up under his cut-off sweatshirt, over his abs to his shoulders, pushing his shirt up so she could lean in, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. She whispered in his ear, "Jimmy, you can fuck me."
He still couldn't breathe, but he put his hands around her back again, holding her chest close. He ran his hands down her back to her hips and grabbed the waistband of her pink shorts, rolling the elastic in his hand, gathering the fabric with his fingers until it was completely contained between his fists. His brain knew he couldn't pull her shorts off like that, though. He let go of the shorts, flattened his hands, and slid them under her panties, feeling her bottom and grasping the lower curve.
"There you go," she said to his neck. "You want to fuck me?"
"Yes." Again, his reaction was involuntary, just an immediate puff of air from his chest. "Yes, I want to fuck you."
"Then we'll start by letting me see your penis." She slid down his body, his hands automatically pulled out of her shorts.
She grasped the waist of his blue gym shorts, had to pull them over his hard cock, and then they fell to his ankle. She then stood before his gray Tommy Hilfiger boxer shorts. Didn't she go for the black waistband? Instead, she took the time to caress his straight, very hard cock hidden inside. She started at his balls, rubbing them in a circle, careful not to squeeze or even cradle them there; she wanted to do that when they were really in her hand. Then she moved up the shaft, slowly, as if counting the inches. She could make a good guess, but I didn't care. Bigger than the average high school boy, smaller than 'stupid big.' It was Jimmy's cock, her brother's cock, that was what made it special.
She reached the head, but when the glans found the torch, she realized that the glans was already seeking release within the framework of the torch's bond. There was no reason to delay further. She took the bond with both hands, pulled it forward and down, and pushed the slip down to Jimmy's knee.
"Oh, that's a nice cock." Instantly, she was face to face with the goal of morning agony. It wobbled a little from the movement of his boxers, but this tower of a man was all she had been imagining. The skin of his shaft was a little darker than the rest of him, or maybe that was just from blood flow, because his glans was definitely a purplish hue. She had to hold it. Her hand moved magnetically to its base, and she ran a finger along its length. Mostly smooth, with a few veins protruding. Just above his circumcision ring was a small tuft of skin, which she twisted with her thumb and finger. Jimmy gasped, and his thighs tightened. A sensitive spot? She slid her finger from that point up in a direct line to his crown, and he continued to tremble. 'Yes, that was his found spot.' She would remember that.
With her other hand, Becky sweated the boxers off her knees. Jimmy stepped out of both his boxers and shorts, then kicked them aside. He adopted a more solid stance, open to inspecting his sister.
Her question about his labia. She too had answered as soon as she'd pulled off his boxers. He had quite a straw-like covering of dark brown labia. No curls, all straight. She knew some swimmers who trimmed theirs. They don't want all their pubic hair escaping their Speedos, but apparently wrestlers didn't care, since it was all tucked away in their undershirts. She'd never been to Jimmy's matches; she'd have to take care of that next season. Those form-fitting undershirts were pretty good at revealing; she wondered why she hadn't gone to a match to check out the guys. She ran her left hand through his wild bush. She rapped it between her fingers, then traced the trail all the way up to his navel. And back again.
Time to get busy. Her left hand went down and finally cradled his balls, while she parked her right hand at the base of his cock, squeezing a little to catch the blood, and watched as his head began to expand. Those spongy things were so much fun! And there... yes, there's the precum! She had to have it. She licked his balls from her hand, following the same path her finger had taken, pausing for a moment to tease his. With her tongue and front teeth, she then went up to circle the crown. He was called over and licked of his precum.
She looked up. She and Jimmy closed their eyes and blindfolded themselves. He'd received blowjobs before, she knew, but had never received one from her. She took it into her mouth.
Jimmy could only breathe. When Becky looked up at him, he couldn't look away. He was trapped by her soft brown eyes. Only when she finally broke her gaze to gain more control over her efforts could he draw his eyes close and fall back into himself. His sister was sucking his cock. Becky was sucking his cock!
He didn't know how long it would last. His mother had gotten him out of bed to water the lawn before she left for work, so he hadn't had a chance to wipe the morning wood. He thought he'd use the energy to get in a good workout with the free weights in his basement gym, then a slash and a nap, but he'd gotten himself into an online wank with his friends. So he still had a whole night's worth of wanking time in him. And then... Becky. And now... Becky.
As his hands were pulled from her shorts, they had naturally moved to her shoulders and hair. He would have loved to grab those breasts, but they were out of reach from his standing position. He didn't want to sit, though; he liked the tension in his legs as he fought the urge to buckle up and fall back.
Oh, God, take it! He thought. Her tongue is magic. What did she say? It's not the number of blowjobs, it's the quality? Damn, A. My sister is the blowjob queen!
She continued licking and sucking on his head, then submerged herself as far as she could take him. Aside from a little humming, she was a quiet sucker, not one to make stupid, gurgling, choking porn noises. This was a learned behavior from giving a good percentage of her blowjobs in a place where they had to be quiet, or mostly quiet, with her parents elsewhere in the house.
She held his ass with both hands, then slid her hand between his left cheeks, pulling a fingernail up from his balls to his hole. Jimmy trembled and widened his position to give Becky more access. She realized he liked to pause sucking inside her, smiling around his shaft, so teasing his sphincter, she pressed her finger against it and gained a little entry. Jimmy pressed on her finger. I wanted her to take it in, but they both felt her finger was dry, so it wasn't going to go that far, just to the first knuckle. It was fun, but she was shifting her attention.
She slid down to suck on his balls while she propped him up with her hand. Jimmy could sense this was a dangerous move. When his girlfriend was giving him head, he could sit back and just enjoy the sensation of her tongue, as long as she decided it was time to cum and let his mind wander. But now, with Becky, he'd been nervous ever since she touched him first, and every thought was of responding to exactly what she was going to do to him. Going down to his balls was like, "I'm going to push him over the edge," and her hand was making sure of that.
"Becky..." His voice trembled.
Her ears perked up. She realized that wasn't a "Theatrooh, Becky..." moan; it was a warning. She had him. Her little brother wanted to cum for her! "That's it, little brother. Sperm for me." She licked from his balls to his grassy patch, swirling her tongue on his skin lump. "Give me all your sweet sperm..."
Jimmy's knees buckled and he began to fall forward, his toes curling to grip the carpet as if that would keep him upright, but he mostly stayed afloat on her shoulders. She gave him a quick succession of bobs and then he licked himself down again, holding his penis in front of him.
"Beck, I'm cum-" was all he could say before he locked himself in and his entire existence vanished from the clutches of his penis, his vision fading to a bright golden haze.
Becky wanted to taste his sperm; she'd take it all, but she wanted to see it first. She'd never tried to spy on her little brother as he closed his bedroom door and took off. She could hear him when he did it, and that turned her on, fueled her imagination, but neither of them had ever actually invaded each other's privacy like that. But now she wanted to watch him explode right before her eyes!
His first shot shot high and landed in front of her hand and arm. She adjusted the angle, and his second shot, bigger than his first, rocketed straight up. "Yes!" she hissed. That's what she wanted to see! Shots three and four followed quickly, landing wherever they pleased. While her hand and his penis struggled, she brought it back into her mouth and took everything he could give her—two more direct blasts, and then everything she could get out.
He tried to shift his weight back as his vision cleared, to stop pressing down on her shoulders and stand up again, but he just couldn't yet. He wanted to collapse, but he never wanted her to stop sucking his cock. He deliberately took a deep breath and calmed himself, shifting his weight backward. He stood and looked down to see his sister sucking his cock. She looked up, took it out of her mouth, and smiled back at him. Then she pushed him back onto the couch. He fell back dead, his weight gone, a silly smile playing across his face.
"Do you like that?" Becky asked, starting to look around at where the boy's semen had landed. Her wrist and arm, some on her breasts, a stream on the floor.
Jimmy breathed a sigh of laughter. "You have to ask?"
She lightly licked the semen off his wrist and arm, then, before moving on to her breasts after the ejaculation, she looked at him with a spark in her eye. She rose from her knees, moaning softly, then rubbed her kneecaps. She moved to ride him on the couch. She parked her ass on his thighs and rolled forward to ensure his cock was trapped beneath her pussy, though she was still protected by her pink shorts. She offered him her breasts. "Help me?"
He knew what she wanted. Look how he does it, his fourth ejaculation is still clearly visible on her right breast. But God, he wanted those tits! Holding them for such a short time had been teasing—he had to get those nipples in his mouth, no matter what he had to do. He went right for her right, his mouth devouring the nipple, licking a circle around the areola, and sucking everything in. He pulled out and took care of the business, licking the trail he had left and smearing it. Then he cleaned the area.
"That's it, clean me out..." She ran her fingers through his hair. He'd just gotten his summer cut before Memorial Day—not a buzz cut like when he was a kid, but shorter than usual. And it was already starting to grow back. Still enough to hold onto while he licked his semen off her. "You like that?"
Jimmy looked from her chest. "Meh," he muttered, "it's not my first time."
She thought her teasing would have more effect. Obviously, Jimmy'd tasted his own semen at some point; it made sense. She knew her own taste, that's right, whether by tasting it on her fingers or tasting it on a cock after she'd been fucked. It was cool that he didn't hold back. "You're very salty today," she noted.
"McDonald's had a bunch of times this week to go home with the crew." He didn't want to be interrupted. He wanted to hold and suck those tits. The right one cleaned, he went back to the nipple to tease and bite.
"Ooh!" She yelped. "These McNuggets and Coke will do this to you..."
"I love McNuggets." He switched to his left breast. "I love these McNuggets..."
"How long have you wanted to be right here?" she asked, playing with his ear.
Why did she want to continue talking to him? He just glanced up and looked at her at the church. 'Are you kidding me?'
"Well, you don't have to sneak around and poke at my cones anymore. You can have them anytime. I love it when guys take their time with my breasts..."
A small pang of jealousy shot through him, though it didn't last long. He didn't want to be added to her group of friends. He was her brother; he deserved a more special place in her heart.
She closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation. She had to, otherwise she might be tempted to see who had won the Price Showcase, and she wanted to feel Jimmy's lips every time he kissed her breasts, until he came to the sea and licked his way back to her nipple.
She could feel his penis even beneath her, and it hadn't really receded much since she'd sat on it. She began to rock forward and back slightly, letting the slight blurring of the flesh of her shorts play with the underside of his penis.
Jimmy's attention drifted to Becky's breasts slipping out, and she crunched her pussy against his cock. This was unfair. Another image flashed through his mind. He continued licking her nipple, but let his attention wander. His hands moved to her shorts. He gripped each side in his fists, wishing he could just pull them sideways and rip them off.
He left her breasts exposed and stepped back. Now she just kept rocking his lap in front of him, teasing his cock, teasing her own clit. He could feel his blood rushing through him. Again he felt strength returning to his arms and legs and his breathing become heavier.
Becky opened her eyes to find Jimmy staring at her. Not at her breasts, not at her face, just at her. And she recognized that look in his eye. The look of desire. Her brother was about to make a move.
Jimmy took his sister with him. He lifted her waist and stood up, her 110 pounds nothing to him, he didn't even need leverage. Slowly he turned around, looked at the front room furniture, decided the couch was best. He laid her on her back on the couch, and placed one knee in front of her. He grasped the waistband of her shorts and dug his fingers a little further, adding the waist of her panties as well, and in one even pull, removed the rest of her clothing, lifting and helping her if necessary. He tossed her shorts aside; wherever they landed was their new home.
She opened her legs and let him see - "My pussy, as promised"
Still on that one knee, unable to move. Finally, he looked at her pussy. No clothes, no towel, no swimsuit. Just her pussy. Her golden-brown hair was cut short and shaved into a heart shape. He wanted to laugh, but not laugh at her, so he just snorted with pleasure. It was cute. She had also shaved the rest of her outer labia clean. The shave looked fresh, no stubble. His eyes followed the line of her slit down, her hood and her labia peeking out...
It was time. He brought his other knee onto the couch and grabbed her legs.
She had teased him long enough. She saw that his penis was aimed at her and knew what was coming. But maybe it was time for another one.
"What will you do for Jimmy?" she said in a frightened voice. "Will you fuck me?"
"You said I could fuck you. Am I going to fuck you?" That's what happened. He wasted no time.
"Oh, but not here, Jimmy," she complained oddly. "Not on the couch. It itches, doesn't it?"
He looked like he might explode—not in anger, but in sexual frustration at having to deal with a sister again. He didn't want to argue. Fine. Change of scene! He thought it, but didn't want to speak. I didn't want to talk to her, didn't want to negotiate. He got up from the couch and just picked her up again, and put his naked sister over his left shoulder, his hand on her ass, holding her still.
"Ooh, um, okay..." she fumbled, reaching onto her brother's back. It was awkward, but funny, him pulling the caveman. She just didn't want to fall, but her brother was pretty strong and agile, being on that wrestling team and all. She knew she'd provoked him, so she let him get away with it.
She saw her house going backward as he carried her from the front room and the CBS News studio. She clung to Fester's back a little more tightly and grabbed his cut-off sweatshirt as he carried her up the stairs. "You caught me? Don't drop me!" She managed a slightly nervous laugh, but she felt him tighten his grip on her legs to reassure her.
Jimmy chose her bedroom instead of the home court. It was closer to the top of the stairs, true, but he imagined seeing her naked in her natural environment would be satisfying. Her beautiful white room with little roses scattered across the wallpaper, her thick white comforter with mauve and gray stripes, and her naked body lying on top of it, with those tits and heart-shaped pussy, inviting him in. He carefully moved through her door—didn't want her to hit her head, then it would all be over! He reached the foot of her bed and lowered her from his shoulder, but still held her in front of him, or rather, his hand on her bottom. He briefly considered simply throwing her onto the bed and then diving on top of her, but that wasn't an option. He stepped onto the bed and laid her down, her head on her pillow.
The comforter on her bed was still askew from when she woke up this morning, so she pulled it back and out from under her, a little. She looked at her brother, grateful that he'd put her down so gently, but he still had that determined look in his eyes. There was no putting him down now. No more delay. Not that she wanted any delay. Her pussy was so damn wet, though Jimmy hadn't taken the time to figure that out yet. Then she realized he'd only just pulled her shorts off when she'd started teasing him. She watched her brother climb onto the bed in front of her, and she spread her legs to accept him, his beautiful cock aiming once again right at her core.
He came in nice and close, his cock in his right hand, his left reaching out to target her pussy. He ran his thumb from bottom to top, parting her lips, opening her flower. A flick of the tip elicited an "Oooh!" from her, but there was no more holding back. He had to shit, and he wanted to fuck his sister's pussy. He quickly grabbed his palm, moistened the head of his cock, and held it against her entrance.
As much as he didn't want to waste any more time, he couldn't help but look Becky in the eyes again. Just to be sure. To give her one more chance to back out. He really, really wanted to fuck her, but if she suddenly got scared, he'd back down. She wasn't some cheerleader or sports team member about to pounce on him at a house party. She was his sister. Part of the reason he wanted to fuck her was because she was his sister, but she was still his sister. He never wanted to hurt her.
She met his eyes. She knew what he was doing. Her little brother was actually a nice guy. She didn't nod, she didn't insult him for taking so long. She simply placed her feet on his bottom and patted him forward, clasping her heels together.