“You’re a good fuck, Scott. Almost as good as your sister.” And with a twitch of her ass she was gone.
It took a moment for her words to register with the boy. And when they did , Scott had to wonder if he had heard right. Were Robyn and Carrie lovers? It was hard for him to believe, but it could explain why Carrie never showed much interest in guys. His sister was a lesbian or at the very least, she was BI-sexual. Scott chuckled, what a trip! Prim and proper Carrie Armstrong got her kicks by eating pussy. But soon his amusement evaporated. as he began to picture the two girls together.
Scott lost track of time as he stood there pondering the revelation Robyn had revealed. Thinking of his sister and her best friend fucking each other was causing the boy to have all kinds of thoughts—-the kind of thoughts one wasn’t supposed to have about a sister. Finally, when the air in the bathroom cooled enough to raise goosebumps on his flesh. Scott dressed and walked down the hall to his bedroom. On the way he passed Carrie’s room and, through the partially opened door, saw her in bed, head propped up by pillows and her nose buried in a book.
“Where’s Robyn,” he asked.
Carrie looked up and fixed him with a puzzled look.
“What do you mean? She’s sleeping in the guest room downstairs.”
Carrie was wearing a light blue night gown with frilly white lace around the collar. His sister had always gone for a feminine, very lady-like look. Her hair, make-up and nail polish were always perfect. She had been that way since they were kids growing up together. Scott felt a real affection for his sister swell up inside him ; she looked so innocent lying there in bed.
It was then he realized he wanted to fuck his little sister.
In a matter of a few seconds, a hundred different images flashed through his mind—- Carrie pulling down her gown to allow him to suck her breasts; his hands holding her head steady as he slides his cock down her throat ; Carrie on her back– begging him to pump his cock into her; he saw himself covering her pussy with his mouth, licking her clit and tasting her sweet juice as she orgasm .
“Scott?” Carrie said, looking at her brother puzzled. “Is something wrong?”
Nothing that a good fuck wouldn’t cure , he thought. He knew he could just rush in and jump her right there. As big as he was, she wouldn’t be able to fight him off. But something held him back.–possibly the realization that, as sexy and inviting as she was , Carrie was still his little sister. He was supposed to watch out for and protect her from guys like him.
“Hmm? No, nothings wrong. Night, Carrie,” he said before walking across the hall and into his bedroom. He didn’t hear her reply as he closed his door. Nor did he see Carrie as she slid her hand between her legs and gently began fingering her cunt.
Scott tried to sleep, but wasn’t having any luck. He tossed and turned , the bed sheets becoming tangled around his body.
Every time he closed his eyes, Carrie was there- her emerald eyes, the inviting lips and alabaster skin. When he breathed, it was her perfume he smelled. It was like she was laying beside him. And as he stared at the ceiling, listening to the desk clock count away the seconds of the night, Scott came to one simple conclusion- he was going to have his sister. Some how, some way it was going to happen. Perhaps it wouldn’t be that difficult, he thought. Several times that day he had caught Carrie staring at him as though she was checking him out. At the time , he didn’t think much of it. But maybe it was possible that she was having some of the same thoughts that he was. Or maybe, he was trying to rationalize what he was planning to do. It couldn’t be rape if she wanted it also. Could it?
Finally, about two in the morning , he gave up and decided to go downstairs, grab a beer and watch some television. A kaleidoscope of blinking colors emanated from downstairs. Carrie must have forgotten to turn off the Christmas tree lights in the living room. Funny, he didn’t recall them being on when he had told his sister goodnight. The light was enough that he could easily make it downstairs without turning on any more . Scott just reached the bottom step when he heard a giggle, followed by a moan come from the living room.
It was the same moan he had heard earlier in the bathroom while he was fucking Robyn.
Silently, he moved towards the living room, already having a pretty good idea what he was going to find. But the sight still shocked him. Robyn was laying in the floor, several pillows beneath her head. She was naked, the bright colors of the flashing Christmas lights dancing across her smooth skin. Kneeling , with her head between Robyn’s thighs, was his sister wearing only a pair of light blue panties. Carrie was really going to town on her best friends cunt, probing and licking with her tongue. Robyn rolled her head and sighed.
“God, you can really eat pussy, Carrie.”
Carrie paused and using her fingers, opened Robyn’s cunt enough that Scott could easily see the pink glistening flesh from his hiding place.
“You taste different tonight,” Carrie said.
“Do I? I wonder why?”
The little tease knew exactly why. When Robyn had left the bathroom earlier, she had done so with a cunt full of cum, and now Carrie had her tongue buried in that same cunt- she was tasting her brother’s sperm. That knowledge and the sight of the two sexy teens caused Scott’s cock to come to full attention. He reached through the opening of his boxers and began stroking as he watched his sister sensually rub her own pussy through her panties. There was already a fair sized wet spot in those panties and it was growing by the minute.
“You taste good,” he heard Carrie say. “Just different.” Carrie teased Robyn’s clit with the tip of her tongue, flicking it back and forth, sending a shiver through the other girl’s body. Robyn rocked her hips, urging her friend to continue by placing one hand on Carrie’s head and holding her there.
“Yes, just like that. God, I wish you had a cock like your brothers. I need to be fucked again.”
Carrie stopped.
“What did you say?”
“I said, I wish you had a cock like your brothers,” Robyn replied, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “He fucked me so good in the bathroom.”
“You fucked Scott?” his sister asked, clear amazement in her voice. As though she were performing only for Scott, Carrie slipped a finger beneath her panties and slid it into her cunt.
“Uh-huh. If I had known he was such a stud I would have let him do me a long time ago. He came in my pussy. That’s why I taste different. Do you like your brother’s cum?”
Carrie moaned and rolled onto her back, her finger furiously working on her clit.
“Tell me more,” she panted. “What’s his cock like? Is it…big? ”
Robyn crawled over to Carrie and began rubbing the girl’s breasts. The nipples were like rose buds, swollen and red.
“You are really getting off on this , aren’t you?”
“Please tell me.” The need in Carrie’s voice was almost painful to hear. Her eyes were closed tight as she slid one, then two fingers inside herself.
“Yes,” Robyn replied. “Scott has the biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever had inside of me. Even bigger than my fathers. His prick felt like a baseball bat when he was inside of me. I wasn’t certain I could take it all.”
“Ohhhh..” Carrie whispered, her breath was coming hard now, her fingers slick with her juices made wet noises as they continued to assault her cunt.
“And when he came…No-one has ever filled me like that. He really dumped a load. I tell you, Carrie, if he were my brother I’d be fucking him day and night. Would you like that? Would you like your brother to fuck you right now? Do you want him to jam his prick up inside of you and screw your brains out?”
Carrie’s hips were rising and rolling, sweat beading on her forehead as she worked for her climax. Her breathing was ragged as she gasped in her ecstasy. Robyn resting on one elbow, leaned forward and kissed her neck.
“I didn’t hear you, baby. Don’t you want you brother to screw you? ”
“Yes,” Carrie gasped. “I want to feel his big cock pumping my wet box, his heavy balls slapping my asshole. I want to feel his cum shooting inside of me…”
“Well, why don’t you ask him?”
Scott’s heart throbbed in his chest as he listened to his baby sister’s lusty confession. She really did want him as much as he wanted her.
“What?” she asked.
“He’s standing right over there,” Robyn nodded towards the shadows in which Scott was hiding. “He’s been watching us and he’s stroking his big, hard dick.”
Carrie stopped masturbating and sat up, her eyes meeting her brothers across the room. She was frightened at being discovered, but there was also the intense need of her body that couldn’t be denied . Scott stepped out of the shadows and her eyes swept down his body to where his cock was sticking out of his boxers. Slowly her pink tongue swept over her lips, wetting them. Again their eyes met.
“Sis? ”
Carrie shook her head and held out her hand to him.
“No Scott,” she said. “Don’t say anything. Just come here and fuck me.”
Scott felt like he had landed in the middle of some sort of surreal erotic dream where everything was happening in slow motion. He pulled his boxers off and dropping them, went to his sister and knelt between her legs. The air was tinged with her perfume–light and delicate, mingled with the musk scent of her cunt. Her fingers traced the muscles of his chest and flat stomach, before she gently slid them over the hardened flesh of his cock. Scott gasped as her soft fingers grasped him. Never in his wildest dreams could he had imagined what was about to happen. His sister– his beautiful little sister– was offering herself to him.
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