50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity – Part 3

Incest sex story 2017: 50’s Family: A Sister’s Virginity – Part 3

Tiffany said, “I just need your load. You know how much I crave it.”

“You are an insatiable little sperm slut, aren’t you,” he whispered.

“Your jizz is just so addictive, baby,” Tiffany purred. “I can never get enough.”

“Fuck it,” he gave in. “Get sucking, slut.”

“Yummy,” she said, as I opened one eye to see her blonde hair disappear into his lap.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, and I could see the back of her head bobbing up and down like a yo-yo slightly using the rear-view mirror which was ajar from its usual position. “No one sucks dick like you, my little cock sucker.”

She moaned in agreement at a compliment that was usually an insult.

“Maybe I’ll shoot this load all over your face and make you wear it the rest of the night,” he said, with his confident cocky tone somehow turning me on… even though it was demeaning and derogatory to women.

She whispered between bobs, “Shoot that hot jizz all over my face if you want, baby. You know I love being your little slut.”

“Oh yeah, remember when you had my load all over your face while you did your cheer at the year-end assembly?” he groaned, Tiffany’s slobbery sucking sounds now echoing through the enclosed space.

I glanced over at Simon who appeared to actually be asleep.

I, on the other hand, was trying to get a closer look. Even though he was my brother, the Sex Act was turning me on and I wanted to see Tiffany sucking my brother’s Big Penis.

And although people would call it sick and twisted, I was curious how big he was.

I know… but in my moment of sexual weakness I was no longer a good girl, but a very curious girl who longed to be bad for just one night.

So I leaned way up, my face just half a foot from the back of Adam’s neck trying to get a better view of him getting oral sex, even as he groaned, “You’re such a hungry slut, sucking my dick with my sister in the back seat.”

Tiffany looked up, saw me and smiled, then she agreed, winking at me, “Oh yes, I’m a dirty jizz slut, you sexy boy. Now fuck my face with that big fucking dick.”

I was about to move away since I was clearly busted, but I was paralyzed with awe at what I was witnessing and the hot wetness that was leaking into my panties. Plus, Tiffany’s wicked smile had seemed to say ‘Enjoy the Show.’

So I resumed watching, lifting my body up and leaning forward even more, being careful not to breathe on my brother’s neck. I couldn’t really see much, just the back of Tiffany’s head bouncing around as my brother, as she called it, ‘fucked her face.’ It didn’t really matter: I was watching them having sex! The sounds and even the smells were really exciting, but just the knowledge of what they were doing was best of all!

After a few minutes, Adam pulled out for a minute; Tiffany looked up and with a smile at me, displayed his cock in one hand and gestured with the other at its very impressive length as if saying, “Tadaah!”

The first penis I ever saw in my life was my brother’s, and… Omigod was it magnificent! Long and powerful-looking, and glistening with a heavy coating of what was obviously Tiffany’s spit.

She raised a questioning eyebrow at me, and I nodded silently. My cautious response was not to alert Adam, who was only two inches away from me, but she could see from the awe in my face how I felt. I was in heaven… except I was just an angel unable to do more than watch the sinners sin.

“Are you going to stroke it or suck it?” he demanded, annoyed at the lack of action.

“I just wanted to admire this perfect dick for a moment, isn’t that alright?” Tiffany asked, again glancing up at me, wanting to know that I was still watching.

I was, with fascination.

My eyes were staring at my brother’s ‘dick’, as Tiffany called it, and Tiffany spat on it, getting it all shiny while her small hands began stroking up and down the thick shaft for his… and my… enjoyment.

He chuckled, “Well, hard to argue that logic.”

“Hard indeed,” Tiffany approved, taking it back in her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “No one sucks cock like you, my sexy jizz bucket.”

“You always say the nicest things.” Tiffany joked, as inches away from my brother, I moved my hand carefully to my hellishly heated vagina. It was full of liquid fire again.

“Less talking, more sucking,” he ordered, as he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down on his ‘cock’… as he called it. “Take it all, my devilish cock sucker.”

It was bizarre, but at that moment as I slowly rubbed my burning inferno down below, I wondered what it would be like if I were the one sucking my brother’s big cock. I wondered what it would feel like to be his cock sucker. I wondered what it would feel like to be used and abused… to be called such nasty names by him.

Then he began bucking his ass up, seemingly now, what did she call it… fucking her face.

Loud slobbering sounds vibrated through the car and I backed away just a bit so I could begin rubbing my clit faster… needing to release the Lake of Fire swarming inside me.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned, his breathing getting heavier… and mine.

I could feel pleasure in my body taking control and I wondered if I could come exactly when he did… as weird and sick as that was.

“Oh God yes, swallow every drop, you dirty jizz bucket slut,” he grunted a good thirty seconds later.

I leaned to the side, between the seats to get a good view of the blow job, no longer caring if he saw me. As I watched my brother ejaculate into Tiffany’s mouth, I imagined that I was the ‘dirty jizz bucket slut’ and I came almost simultaneously and, oops, I screamed, unable to muffle my pleasure, “Yessssss!”

Adam gasped, turning around to look back at me, his eyes going big. “What the fuck?”

I kept rubbing, not caring that my brother was now watching me, as Tiffany took her mouth off his cock and his sperm fountained way up in the air, while mine gushed into my panties.

“Holy fuck!” Tiffany gasped, pumping Adam’s dick as his semen continued to spew up into the air like lava and fall back down like rain all over her hair and face.

“Ooooooh, sorry about that, big brother,” I moaned, while my first ever orgasm from anything kept rumbling through me like a train rolling down the tracks, as I kept staring at his firehose cock and I called him my big brother for the first time in my life.

Adam was confused, staring at me in disbelief, unable to see my vagina through my panties, but able to see my skirt hiked up and my whole hand stuffed down to my sex.

Even bathed in white, sticky jizz, Tiffany was having the time of her life, and she couldn’t stop grinning to save her life as she watched the effects of my virgin orgasm on my rapturous face! Playfully, she finally took his cock back in her mouth, which seemed to pull Adam out of his trance as he demanded, “Tiffany, stop!”

She did, but cooed, “But lover, your sister seemed to enjoy watching us so much!”

With my dying orgasm still making my body twitch, I suddenly felt an intense rush of guilt. I yanked my hand out of my sopping panties, my face burning red, and fled the car, glancing back at Simon who was finally awake and looking at me confused… as he had done all night.

I scurried to the bathroom, mortified by my behaviour and weakness. It felt like I allowed the devil to control my body, as tears began to form in my eyes, even as I felt a lake of juices swooshing around in my panties as I walked.

I went directly to a stall, sat on the toilet seat trembling and pulled down my sopping wet panties.

What did I do?

Why did I watch?

What was I thinking?

These and other questions swarmed in my head, guilt hitting me like a lightning bolt.

Yet, I also couldn’t believe the pleasure that I’d brought on myself… or the sight of Tiffany sucking my brother’s humongous cock.

Suddenly Tiffany called out, sounding very concerned, “Eve! Eve! You in here?”

“Yeah,” I called back.

“Let me in,” she ordered.

I did. She had tiny white blobs all over her hair and face, but didn’t seem to mind.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Just feeling real dirty,” I admitted.

“Because you touched yourself?” she asked as she casually wiped some jizz off her forehead with a finger and put it in her mouth, as if to say, ‘Why would you feel dirty?’

“Yes, I never done that before,” I revealed, kind of getting her point and relaxing a bit.

“Oh My God!” she gasped. “So that was your first time touching heaven?”

I laughed, her description of an orgasm the opposite of mine, “Or the flickering flames of hell.”

She pointed out, “God created us and gave us that organ just so we could feel that pleasure.”

“I suppose,” I said, thinking that might be true, but my father would argue that particular pleasure was reserved by God only for married couples when they wanted babies.

“Don’t you dare give me any of that ‘supposes’,” she said. “We’re born to be sexual beings, to give and receive pleasure.”

“But my brother saw me staring at his penis,” I pointed out, unsure how I could look him in the eye after that… even though I could still see his penis perfectly.

“I’ve already dealt with that,” she said.

“How?”

“I simply explained to him that you were so shocked by seeing such a big dick, that it caused you to scream,” she said.

I laughed. “Well that’s true.” After a pause I asked, “Are all boys that big?”

“God, no. Your brother has the Cadillac of cocks,” she joked.

“Tiffany!” I giggled.

“And there is nothing I’d rather park in my garage, if you know what I mean,” she continued.

“You’re so bad,” I said.

She added, her naughty sexual innuendo somehow making my pussy tingle again, “Of course I’d rather he goes for a long drive while I go for a long ride.”

“Oh, my,” I moaned a little, embarrassed by how talking about my brother having sex was turning me on… again.

I sighed, “Simon wouldn’t even take his car out to get some fresh air and maybe a car wash.”

“A car wash,” Tiffany said, roaring with laughter, “that is hilarious. I’m adding that to my metaphor repertoire.”

“I think maybe I’d like to go for a ride sometime,” I finally admitted wistfully, my pussy getting wet again and my guilt fading as my exhausted hormones woke back up.