The streetlight in front of their trailer illuminated his figure in the doorway. Her brother, Bobby, was the only person who could make her heart flutter when he entered the room. It was the middle of the night. Was something wrong? Candy started to sit up, but Bobby waved her back. “Shh.”
Candy looked to her left. Sally was on the far side of their bed, facing away from her. When she turned back, Bobby was there. He laid his hand on her chest. Her nipples swelled with the pounding of her heart. Finally, she thought and lifted her mouth to meet her brother’s. His hand moved down her body and cupped her pubic mound. A thick finger grasped her crotch. Her legs responded on their own, separating. She pushed the front of his underwear down and took hold of his erection. Their lips and tongues were doing what they had done before, evoking passion, but Candy knew this time it would end differently. Her fingertips circled the dome of Bobby’s cock. He moved it to her face, and it filled her mouth completely, leaking that salty taste. She loved Bobby so much, and she wanted to make him happy, but she didn’t suck and slurp him the way she had earlier.
Bobby’s middle finger pried into her tightly sealed lips. The cock stuffed in her mouth muffled her groans. He probed the deep place where she wanted him to be, and she gulped down more dick each time he thrust. So many fantasies preceded this night, but none of them could have anticipated how it would feel. Her brother’s finger bashing her clit made her cum, but Bobby kept on driving into her, opening her narrow tube.
When her brother’s big body hovered over her, Candy looked down at the giant dick resting on her mound. She could feel the hot, drape of ball sack lying on her opened labia. They had been in this position once before, clothed, going through the motions, but this time, she said, “Make love to me.”
Bobby kissed her and said, “I’m going to, baby girl.”
The silky dome that she had sucked moved up and down, rubbing her tingling lips. He centered the bulbous tip and pushed. Candy felt fear for the first time that night. Her pussy mouth stretched, and an unexpected cry escaped from her throat.
Bobby’s hand on her mouth silenced her, then all at once he entered her. She thought her insides had ripped to make room for his throbbing cock. He paused, buried deep in the center of her body. She could feel him pulsing in her belly as tears trickled from the corners of her eyes. The only boy she ever imagined loving had taken her virginity.
If Bobby had offered to stop, she might have accepted, but he pulled back, then slid in again. He bottomed out, and a spike of pain erupted in her stomach. She clung to him and spread her legs as far as she could, jamming her knee into her sister’s back. Bobby continued going in, out, in and out. Her clit swelled, and the pain changed. The bloated veins of his cock snapped across her inflamed bud, and she thought she was getting off until Bobby exploded inside her and filled her tunnel with boiling liquid. Then she knew the orgasm of her life was happening. When her tiny pussy couldn’t hold anymore, their cum spilled out and pooled on the bed around her cheeks.
Candy was warm inside, but sad to see Bobby’s bare ass leaving her room, then Sally’s lips touched her ear. “You okay?” she asked.
“Yes,” she answered and rolled against her sister’s body. “Wonderful.” They shared a compassionate kiss and cuddled each other.
“Shh,” Rebecca hissed.
Deana looked down. There wasn’t anything more erotic than the sight of a girl peering up from between her legs. Rebecca’s top lip was stretched around her pubic bone, and her nose was jammed into her bald mound. She could feel the other lip grabbing at her pussy while a tongue violently licked her clit. “I can’t,” she said, and the middle of her body started to move again like a rubber rod, whipping her crotch at a blurring speed. Rebecca’s finger was in her, aimed forward at her G-spot. That, in combination with the girl’s expert tongue on her trigger, was going to give her a blinding orgasm, any second. Fuck it if she screamed loud enough for her father to hear. She twisted Rebecca’s hair in her fingers and held her mouth right where she needed it.
The violent swinging of Deana’s hips stuttered, halted, then made a few quick jerks. “Ahhh, sheeit.” Her orgasm popped and her pussy spilled over.
Rebecca got halfway to her feet, hugged Deana’s trembling body and eased her down to the floor mat. Deana sat there until she could control her gasping, then she went for a kiss. Rebecca stuck her tongue out, Deana licked it wildly. She got Rebecca’s lower lip in her mouth, held it with her teeth and licked it clean. Then she made a dog-like lick across the top lip and plunged her tongue in. Sloppy kissing a girl was hot, but doing it to taste her own cum was a wicked, nasty sexual thing that made her blood boil.
“Fuck, I fuckin’ love you!” Rebecca smeared her wet lips all over Deana’s.
“Ah, me too.” The two girls curled up together on the floor. “I think you just spoiled sex for me,” Deana said.
“How?”
“It’ll never be that good again.”
“Dude, stop,” Jason said.
“What?” Evan asked.
“It’s been hours since you got out of that car and you haven’t stopped talking about racing for a minute,” Jason said. “Take a breath or two and let me talk about girls.”
“Oh, sorry, I’m excited,” Evan said. “I still can’t believe they let me qualify Cindy’s car. That’s huge. It could mean I’m gonna get to race.”
“Speaking of Cindy, dude, your cousin likes to fuck with me,” Jason said.
“You have no idea,” Evan said. “She’s a trip.”
“Thanks for warning me, dick.”
“You saw how she was the first time you met, you should have expected it.”
“I didn’t think she’d mess with me when you weren’t there. What do you think she meant by, a little bit off?” Jason asked.
“Think she was serious?”
“Sounds serious.”
“So, what did she mean?”
“Hmm.” Evan rubbed his chin. “Ask your sister. I bet she’ll know.”
“Huh?”
“She’s a girl, she’ll know,” Evan said. “Come on, let’s go watch Cindy’s race.”
John was already in her when Candy woke up. His massive frame crushed her body as he drove his dick into her. “Oh, god, stop, stop, please stop,” she begged with her smiling face stuffed into the pillow. “Please, please stop, it’s too big, it’s too much for me.”
Candy had hoped her husband would be in the mood, that’s why she stayed naked and went to sleep face down. It had to be that way, John’s way, or she wouldn’t get fucked. Sex wasn’t what she had wanted, John could never satisfy the sex-starved monster she had unleashed, but he was giving her exactly what she needed. “Oh, please, your giant dick is too much for my little pussy.” Her muffled voice hid her laughter.
Saturday still had thirty minutes of life when Evan got to his house. If the day had ended after Gloria’s game, he could have gotten in his bed wiped out from the trauma Deana caused and the rush he got from doing Becky at the ballpark. It hadn’t ended there, though. He packed in seven more hours of adrenaline spiking excitement, plus, he saw Cindy in her panties and watched her win the race from the sixth starting position, where he had qualified the car. He should have been too tired and weak to see straight, yet he paused outside Deana’s door, wide awake. His sister was always the first person he wanted to share good news with. If he hadn’t made out with her and seen her naked, he would take his chances and wake her up.
Candy would have been the next person he’d run to with his joy, but she was totally in the dark. Evan huffed and continued to the bathroom. Maybe tomorrow they could work everything out so he could be comfortable again around his favorite person, Deana.
Evan stripped and got in the shower. The red-brown muck that colored the water was thicker than normal. He turned his face towards the shower head. The most important part was getting all the grit out of his eyes, then he could wake up tomorrow without sand grinding his eyeballs.
After drying his body, Evan squirted a liberal dose of eye drops into his eyes, blinked excessively and wiped his face. He wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door, then paused with his hand on the light switch.
There was light coming from under the basement door. Evan tried to remember if he’d seen it before his shower. Somebody started up the stairs. He could make it to his door or step back in the bathroom, but Evan didn’t move. Who would be downstairs at midnight?
The door swung open and the last person he expected it to be, appeared. His mother stopped and stared at him. He stared back, thinking, what the fuck, she never waits up for me on race night. “Evan,” she said and turned off the light. He should have done the same.
His mother swung the door as she stepped out of the way, then grabbed it before it hit, and sealed it without making a sound. While she was turning back to him, he thought he saw something, but it must have been his eyes playing tricks on him. He was anxious like he knew he was in trouble, but didn’t think he should be. His mother approached. She was wearing gray, drawstring sweatpants and an oversized matching sweatshirt. It must have been his father’s. The sleeves had been cut off, and the neck hole was ripped down the front. Her ponytail was high enough on her head to be seen from the front. She stopped three feet away and put her hands on her hips. Her face shined like she had been sweating. Jeez, she looked so young without makeup.
“Did you have a good time?” she asked.
“Um, yes.” The front of her shirt was cut past where a bra should have crossed her cleavage, and he realized his eyes hadn’t deceived him. His mother’s tits were lower, spread out and swinging free, which meant he had seen the side of her boob poking out from the huge hole where the sleeve should have been. “What are you doing up?”
“Trouble sleeping,” she said, “so I tried working off the tension.”
“Tension,” he said. “Is everything okay?”
She reached out, and her upper arm shoved her right tit towards the center of her chest. “That’s the kind of question I’m supposed to ask you,” she said and squeezed his arm.
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