Alan groaned and nodded his head. He couldn’t believe his own ears as he felt his knees begin to shake. He knew he wasn’t going to last any longer with the combination of Bobbi’s words and hands pushing him over the edge. He felt his balls filling to the bursting point as his sister rhythmically squeezed his cockhead and he prepared to give in to the release…
At the very same moment, Bobbi moved her hand to the base of his hard-on and squeezed it tightly between her forefinger and thumb. Alan cried out as the explosive force of his semen was trapped inside his balls. His knees were really shaking now and he nearly blacked out from the strain, but Bobbi held him firm and fast until she was absolutely certain that his need had passed.
“Sandy taught me that…” Bobbi said with a chuckle as she slowly released her grip on him and slid around to face him. “She said it makes your balls really full…” Alan looked down at his sister, his eyes blazing, but Bobbi only smiled back.
“Did you forget that you promised to help clean up?” she said innocently. “Then breakfast… Then…well, you know…” She winked up at her brother and turned on her heel, feeling his eyes burning into her back as she slowly walked away to join Sandy in the living room. Sandy looked up and winked as Bobbi passed, then called for Alan to help them.
Alan stood rooted to the spot as he tried to will his heart to slow down. His frustration and anger were soon overcome by a feeling of good-natured acceptance of the situation. He was ‘trapped’ in a cabin with two, and soon to be three, insatiable young women, and with only one other member of the men’s club to assist him. He was soon grinning from ear to ear as the true potential sank in. He shook his head to clear it, then walked slowly into the living room to assist the ladies with the clean up.
“You are such a fucking tease, Bobbi…” he said to his sister, helping her to clear the table. She stood up straight with a huge grin on her face and clasped her hands behind her head, thrusting her tits out at him.
“Uh-huh…” she replied with a wink, “And what’s your point, big brother?” Alan looked at her and chuckled as he returned to his chores.
This was going to be a memorable weekend. Of that, Alan had no doubt. No doubt at all.
He began to hurry with the clean up. Suddenly, he was ravenous. For breakfast, yes. But it was really the ‘THEN’ part that the girls had mentioned…
He definitely wanted to move things on to “THEN”…
THE END of yet another ramble by…
Copyright 2001 by Mark Singer and SingerTales, Inc
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