A Hunters Tale

Slowly they eased up on each other until, Garth kissed Helen on the mouth, gently, lovingly. Helen responded and they were locked in to each other's mouths. Then Helen tensed as Garth's arm removed itself from her back and his hand came to her breast. She felt his hand closing round her soft saggy boob and massaging it lightly. She pushed back from him,

"Garth, what the Fuck are you doing?"

"Kissing and feeling the woman I love, I take it you don't like it?" he sat back looking hurt.

"Garth, I'm your fucking sister for God's sake. What in hell do you think you're playing at, you can't just do that, I mean..."

Helen stopped and looked at Garth, suddenly she reached out and grabbed him, pulling him close and moving her mouth over his.

"Mmmmm, maaahh,"

Pulling free, Garth grinned at her, then reached out and stroked her hair.

"Well for someone who's angry at me that's one hell of a come on kiss."

"You bastard, you absolutely devious, conniving bastard."

She grinned and moved closer,

"You need to behave when Hunter's around remember that."

Her hand was cradling his small, thick, erect cock and slowly she masturbated him, until with a groan he emptied his balls into her waiting hand. She grinned, kissed his lips, then smeared his cum over his chest.

"Sleep well little brother, I know I will."

"Are you working tomorrow?"

"No but Hunter is, he'll be leaving about eight thirty, after breakfast."

"See you at breakfast, or just after."

"Looking forward to it, 'night."

Helen flicked off the light and walked to her bedroom. She climbed back in next to Hunter.

"Everything OK?" he mumbled.

"Yeah, poor Garth's pretty broken up about Mum, but he'll be OK."

"Oh sorry to hear that, here."

Hunter reached over and pulled her too him, she settled against him, smiling and hoping for the morning.