Humping, pumping family

CHAPTER SEVEN

One night a few weeks later Carla sat at home alone brooding about her marriage. She was horny and angry at Mike for leaving her alone again. It would serve him right if she wasn't there when he arrived home.

Bowling with the boys, she fumed silently. Fat chance. More likely he was dipping it to some little bimbo right now.

She sat on the sofa in her daytime outfit, tight jeans and a tee-shirt. As usual she wore no bra. Mike didn't like other men to see her braless. He loved her big tits, but didn't like when she flaunted them.

If he only knew, she giggled now, thinking of her nephew. If he only knew I let Bobby fuck me.

She went to the kitchen and had a sandwich and a beer. She slipped into a nightgown before returning to the living room.

Maybe Mike actually is bowling, she thought. Christ, I'm bored. Maybe another beer will put me to sleep and I won't have to think about it.

After a third beer she was still bored, but feeling more mellow. She switched on the television and when one of her favorite actors appeared on the screen she began fondling her tits.

What I wouldn't do to be fucked by that, she thought.

She was momentarily startled by the knock on the door. She wasn't friendly with any of her neighbors. She had few female friends. Who could it be?

"Who is it?" she called out.

"It's me," the voice said.

Carla recognized Jim's voice. "I'm coming," she said, rising up and moving quickly to the returned with two drinks and again plopped dawn on the sofa.

"You don't mind that I don't cover up, do you?" She sipped her drink and tried to look innocent.

Jim gulped down half his drink and shook his head. "I'll try not to look."

"You're my brother. You can look."

Jim glanced at his watch again. "If you don't mind maybe I'll wait for Mike."

For the first time Carla allowed herself to feel excited. Mike wouldn't be borne for at least two hours. She loved her older brother and admired him too. It was obvious that he was troubled. If she could make him feel better what was the harm?

"Sure you can wait for him." She brought her feet up on the sofa and touched Jim's arm. "Want to play gin while wc wait?"

He grinned. When she was a child he taught her to play gin and she beat him regularly. "If you don't mind I'd rather just have another of these." He raised his glass and drained it.

She brought out the bottle and some ice cubes. Gradually Jim relaxed. Carla became bolder. She massaged the back of his neck and let her tits rub his arm as they chatted.

What would he say if he knew I fucked his son? she thought. He'd probably think it was cute that I gave the kid some experience.

"What's so funny?" he said.

"Why, was I laughing?"

"You look like you know something I don't know."

"Maybe I do." She tipped the bottle over and emptied it in his glass. "Drink up."

He shrugged. "Why not?"

Suddenly she took the glass from his hand. He reached for it and gazed at her quizzically. "What's up?"

She combed her fingers through his hair. "I don't know, maybe Mike doesn't pay enough attention to me."

"That bad, huh?"

"That bad. And you're staring at my boobs."

He grinned. "Who can help it?"

"You're turning me on, you know." Without another word he reached over and pulled her into his arms.

Even though she'd instigated it, his kiss came as a surprise to the horny redhead. But it seemed so right and natural too. It seemed almost preordained.

For a moment his lips brushed hers. His lips were dry and warm. Then her lips parted and he ran his tongue into her mouth. He groaned as his tongue coiled around hers.

She returned his kiss greedily and her arms quickly encircled his neck.

A ragged groan escaped his throat as he tongue-fucked her mouth in a frenzy. She used her tongue too, hungrily darting it around his.

She didn't know which one finally broke the kiss. She only knew the straps of her nightgown were down and Jim's face was pressed against her tits.

"This is crazy," he murmured.

She held his head and hugged it to her chest. "Yeah, crazy."

He guided her onto her back on the sofa and climbed over her. He frenched her and she arched her back and thrust her naked tits against his chest.

She felt his cock through his clothes and the enormity of what they were doing struck her. He's my brother, she thought with a rush of pure lust. He's my own flesh and blood.

"Well, Sis, I guess we're about to commit incest," he said.

"Yes, I know." She giggled and pulled his mouth back down on hers.

He rubbed his cock against her belly. It felt big and hard and she squirmed her ass and pushed herself against him.

When he tried to get up, she drew her head down and forced him to kiss her tits. He rubbed his cheek against her stiff nipples and the soft cushions of her boobs.

"Lick my tits," she sighed.

He raised his head and gazed down at her. He extended his tongue and, still staring into her eyes he licked a wet circle around her right tit.

She trembled win his cager lips captured one of her nipples. He used his tongue to whip the swollen nub and his teeth to scrape it lightly.

She couldn't keep her hands off him. He finally moved them to his waist and fumbled around with his belt-buckle. She tugged his zipper open and managed to take his pants and shorts down.

He sat up and drugged them off his feet. The sofa was wide and he lay down next to her on his side.

She reached greedily for his prick. She clutched it, barely breathing as she felt the stiffness of it.

She was forced to release it when he bent down and snaked his tongue over her navel. In a moment his lips were pressed to her muff and he was filling his mouth with tendrils of hair. The redhead responded by yanking her nightgown down. Now she was naked and her pussy sizzled.

I'm making love with my brother, she thought. She moaned out loud when she felt his tongue on her clit. My God, I'm making love with Jim!

She had always felt comfortable and safe with her older brother. They had both submerged their natural attraction for each other. Now as adults they didn't have to. No one could be hurt except their mates. And what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

She gave in to her animal desires. She was surprised that Jim seemed to be doing the same. It was one thing to fuck Bobby. He was just a kid. But Jim was a mature man and he knew what they were doing was wrong. Yet, he obviously wanted it as much as she did. The way he was kissing her cunt made that fact clear.

Her thoughts drifted as waves of hot lust surged through her. She floated along, allowing her partner in incest to lead the way.

Life was really so simple. All a person had to do was what came naturally. She thought of Mike and was no longer angry that he was fooling around. He, too, was doing what was natural and right to him. How could she fault him for it?

Jim continued nibbling and licking her clit. For the most part he concentrated on the outside of hot hairy cuntlips.

With a sigh of pure pleasure she parted her legs to encourage him to lick the interior of her gash. He moved his head back and gazed don at her snatch, revealed now in all its splendor.

She the glazed look in his eyes mirrored hers. His body was muscular and pulsated with masculine strength. Hers was all soft curves and rosy flesh. She vibrated with sexual need writhing her ass on the sofa.

"Jim," she murmured.

He gazed down at her slit. Her cuntlips opened and closed wetly. "What, Sis?" he said.

"I know it's crazy, but I've never been so excited in my life."

As she spoke she arched her back and thrust herself at his hand. The moment his fingers touched her pussy cuntjuice flowed from her hole.

"Me too," he said.

They both stared down at her unfurling cuntlips. Whitish fuck-honey oozed out of her as he dipped his fingers into her furnace.

He churned her juices and caressed her throbbing cunt-folds. She was both embarrassed and proud of her strong reaction.

She had a tiny orgasm as he played with her. She buried her face in his shoulder and her teeth in his flesh.

When she lay back, he brought his lips back to her steaming slit. She hugged his head with her juice-slick thighs as he ran his tongue up and down her slit from her clit to her asshole.

She was beside herself with excitement. If Mike walked in right, now she would barely notice him.

She pushed her ass up and rubbed her cunt against Jim's mouth. She panted and gasped as he tongued her clit. Finally he placed his lips over her cunthole and thrust his tongue inside her.

Only the very tip of his tongue went inside her cunt, but it felt like a small cock. She wigged constantly while he sucked and licked the sensitive tissues of her pussy.

She came hard when he fit his lips around her clit. A series of electric jolts surged through her and one orgasm into the next only served to make her hotter. Thick juice flowed out of her and he licked it up apparently swallowed it down. To have no compunction about pushing his face into her snatch. His face glistened with her essence and he groaned hoarsely.

The horny redhead lost all sense of reason. She even reached down and pried her cuntlips open to give him total access to her pussy.

He was able to lap his tongue into every nook and cranny of her gash and she bucked betas wildly and laced her fingers through his hair.

Her next orgasm made her shudder violently and she lay back gasping. Jim continued eating her for a few more seconds. She finally pushed his head away and he straightened up.

She sat up and reached for his cock. It stood out from above his balls like a club. She took it into her hand and squeezed it. It was rock-hard and thick around.

"It's all yours, Sis," he said.

She moved her fingers to the thick trunk of his dick sad gripped it firmly. "Can I put it wherever I want it?"

He nodded, his prick throbbing at her touch. "It's all yours!"

She licked her lips and considered taking it into her mouth. There were so many places she wanted to stick his cock.

She watched his cockhead swell up under her touch. She loosened her grip on his cock-root and moved his cock-skin up and down his rigid pole.

"I want to suck it," she whispered. "Go ahead," he said in a soft voice. "I want you to fuck me too." A tiny drop of clear fluid oozed from his pisser. She dropped her head down and licked it up.

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned.

She held his balls with her free hand and fluttered her tongue up and down his fuckpole.

"We can't take too long," she said. "Mike'll be here eventually."

"You said we had two hours."

"Yes, I know, but we can't take any chances."

He covered her hand with his and encouraged her to pump his prick. "Yeah. I guess you're right."

She flicked her tongue over his cockhead. "I'd really like to give you a good blow-job."

"Ya, Sis, go on."

"Stat I want you to fuck me so bad?"

"You can't have both. If you blow me I'll be ticked I'll cream your tonsils."

"Oh, fuck, I'd love it!"

"I want to fuck you, Sis."

"Me too, Jim."

He stretched-out on his back and she hovered over him. She looked deeply into his eyes and saw herself. They resembled one another. Maybe that was why she found him so attractive.

He gazed at her with the same combination of affection and lust. Did he see himself in her eyes too?

With a soft moan she bent down and kissed the tip of his prick. Her hot moist lips melted into his cockflesh.

"I'll take the chance," she whispered.

"You don't have to."

She moved a hand to his lips. "I want to." She pushed him gently and he placed his head back down on the sofa. She gripped his hard-on and salivated.

She darted her tongue over the flared rim of his cockhead. She licked the sensitive piece of flesh on the underside of his shaft.

He clenched his hands and with a grunt grabbed the sides of her head. She licked his balls with long swipes of her tongue. She pressed her lips against the moist tip of his prick and then ran her tongue up and down his shaft.

When he dug his hands into the side of her head, she finally fit her lips to his cockhead and took it into her mouth.

She took in a few inches of his fuckpole and then another few inches. With a final lunge she had it all in her throat.

He groaned as she mouth-fucked him. He worked his hips as her lips caressed his prick. She sucked him lovingly, thrilled at the pleasure she was giving him.

She slid her lips down his shaft and felt his cockhead in her throat. She savored it for a moment and then released it. Then she repeated the motion.

Each time she took him into her throat she closed her throat muscles around his cockhead. She knew it was only a matter of time before he creamed her mouth. She didn't care. All that mattered was having his prick fill her mouth and threaten to explode.

Then he began tossing around and coming. Carla struggled to breathe while at the same time she managed to swallow every drop of his precious cream.

He thrust his dick into her throat and she thought her lips would split apart from the force of his thrusts. At the end he fingered her cunt and she came too.

"We'll fuck next time, Sis," he panted. If there is a next time, she thought.