Blondie Beds Her Needy Brother Pt. 02

"Yeah, well, you're the one who turned me into one, and you damn well know it, big brother."

It was a tense moment that quickly evaporated when Blondie sighed. "But I'm not gonna hold it against you 'cause all you did was just get me started a little sooner than I prolly would have otherwise, tu sais?"

"Besides, I just love fuckin' boys, as you've found out since movin' back home," she purred.

Sitting up, she said seductively, "Speakin of which," as she leaned over and untied his robe, flipping it wide open. Placing her small hand on top of the hand he had gripping his prick, she purred, "Here, let petite soeur do that for you, okay, cher?"

Grinning salaciously, she began slowly stroking his erection, taunting him, "You really do like the idea it's your own little sister doin' that for you, don't ya, Bertie?"

She grinned, "Makes it a lot naughtier an' a lot more fun, doesn't it? Makes it more fun for me, too, sugar, an' I'll admit it—knowin' what a wicked an' sinful little whore I'm bein' by lettin' my big brother fuck me just about any damn time he wants to, like I been doin' here lately."

With an absolutely evil grin, she stroked his big dick and purred, "You do realize, this is gonna be the fourth time we've fucked this week, don't you?"

When he groaned, "Oh yeah, Blondie," she teased,

"I'm fuckin' you more often now, baby, than anybody...more'n any of the guys I'm datin'." She giggled, "Maybe this big ol' thick prick has somethin' to do with that, think maybe?"

Bert smirked as Blondie smiled and said, "Well, with Mama an' Daddy outta town tonight, I'm thinkin' maybe we oughtta take our naughty little relationship a step further, hmm?"

With that she bent and engulfed his engorged cock into her hot pink, heavily lipsticked mouth. Even at the tender age of eighteen, Blondie's luscious mouth was already a voluptuous sexual marvel, wielded by a sexually-precocious nymphet who would, in just a few years, become my cock-craving slutwife, the eponymous core of our hotwife/cuckold marriage. After just a couple of minutes of head-bobbing fellatio that elicited constant groans from Bert, she popped up and grinned into his amazed face,

"I swear, you guys are all the same, just lovin' to get your dicks sucked." As she lazily stroked her brother's cock, she smiled and said, "It's what my bad-boy date wanted again tonight, too."

Grinding her furry pelvis against Bert's lower leg, she sighed, "An' when I went ahead and did it for him again, he said I did it so good I just really oughtta give his little roommate buddy, a blowjob, too."

She bent her lovely young face to Bertie's cock and resumed his blowjob for a few more minutes. When she raised her head again she gloated,

"I was drunk enough to be tempted, specially when he couldn't get it up again, but I then I thought about what was waitin' for me right here an' told him no." She smiled up at him and murmured,

"So I just made him bring me home cause I knew for sure I wouldn't have any problem gettin' this thing up an' keepin' it up, right?"

Stroking his rock-hard erection, she pouted, "Look, I don't do this for everyone—I don't mind doin it for a guy if I like him enough—I've even let a couple of 'em come in my mouth." Slowly stroking her debilitated brother's erection, she teased,

"How 'bout it, Bertie, how would you like that right now...to come in your little sister's mouth?"

When he groaned his affirmation, "Oh hell yeah, sis," she smirked, murmuring kittenishly,

"Your baby sister's bein' a very, very naughty little girl lettin' two different boys, includin' her very own brother, come in her mouth all in one night, isn't she, hmm, sweetie?'

She reset herself to the task, taking his erection back into that warm, wet, welcoming portal, her blond head bobbing quite energetically for several minutes until his pearly white, translucent discharge bloomed at both corners of her mouth before flowing out in streaming rivulets over her lower lip and down her chin. He had both hands entwined in her blond hair, holding her in place, as he bucked and twisted, expending himself into that luscious orifice. When his last ejaculatory shocks had passed, Blondie...casually wiping his semen from her mouth and chin with her wadded-up panties...sat up and purred a kittenish query,

"So how'd you like that, big brother? Have you ever had that done to you before?"

A panting Bert was too breathless to respond except to gasp out a strangled,

"Fuckin' love it!" then, "Nope...that's the first time."

But true to form, his semen-coated phallus remained floridly firm, showing no sign of the normal flaccidity experienced by most males in the post-orgasmic refractory period. He was sprawled back on the sofa as his little sister stood and unhooked her bra, shucking it off over her arms, eyeing her brother's erection and purring,

"That's just purely amazin' how you can do that—how you can stay so damn hard like that." She giggled gleefully,

"Well I'm sure's hell not about to let a big ol' beautiful boner like that go to waste, sugar."

She instructed her brother to put his legs together as she straddled his thighs and began a slow grinding movement of her warm, richly lubricating vulva against his hard phallus, rubbing her slickened labia up and down the length of the shaft, pressing it flat against his lower stomach, coating it with her own internal emollients.

Bert related that her torrid little twat felt like a feverish female furnace sliding slickly back and forth on his shaft as she then stunned him by doing something she'd never done in all their incestual adventures: bending her face to his, she kissed him hotly, half-open-mouthed, while intensifying even more the demanding pressure of her wet pussy on his pressed-flat phallus

Bert was surprised, but deliriously so...he'd fantasized about this for so long, and now his little sister was finally becoming the cock-crazy petite salope (little slut) he'd often dreamed of. Now here she was...his totally unrestrained sexual partner with all the benefits that entailed...like finally kissing and fucking that sensuous, scrumptious, full-lipped mouth that she'd up to now denied him totally, admonishing him that her sweet, luscious mouth was reserved for romance. She had clearly changed her mind—was it her feelings for him or her feelings about sex? As it ultimately turned out, it was both.

Rising to her knees and reaching down between them, little Blondie grasped Bert's literally throbbing cock and held it in place as she settled slowly, firmly inserting it. They both groaned as it fully filled her young, slickly humid, vaginal tunnel. She bent her mouth to his again...and when Bert didn't immediately open his wide...she realized he likely never had been kissed passionately by a female because of his handicap-limited social exposure. Feeling a welling sense of sympathy for his having never experienced what she had so casually enjoyed with so many boys and young men, she tenderly put her hands on each side of his mouth and murmured against his lips,

"Open your mouth, Bertie an' let me show you somethin' really good that you been missin' out on, honey."

When he did, she began probing with her tongue then urged him to do it to her. He caught on quickly...deliriously excited by that succulent mouth with its petite langue très occupée (very busy little tongue) and they were soon kissing like anything but brother and sister as she rode his fat cock for close to three quarters of an hour...pausing every few minutes...just sitting there kissing him...lifting her delectable little bottom to reach down between them and squeeze his cock...hoping to keep Bert from coming again too soon.

When he could contain his climax no longer, he released what he had left inside her, triggering, to Blondie's total astonishment, her own orgasmic detonation, inciting an even more furious ride on his amazingly still-hard cock. Moments later, with her hands on his shoulders, her head tilted back, and her hips grinding his groin ferociously, she experienced another volcanic eruption that when the last of a seemingly endless series of convulsions had passed left her collapsed, gasping,

"Omigod, I know this is so wrong—we shouldn't be doin' it, but Jeezus, baby, I gotta admit it, I absolutely love feelin' your big ol' fat cock in there, Bertie!"

Grinding her sweet, young cunt on him, she leered, "I've heard girls at school joke around about incest bein' best—boy, if they only knew what I know, hmm?"

Unlike her usual post-coital behavior, on this night, rather than becoming petulantly dismissive, she sat there astraddle his thighs...his still semi-hard member up inside her...kissing him softly and tenderly...at one point cupping a soft pale breast and feeding her taut nipple into his hungry mouth. She sat there holding his head gently in both hands, murmuring, "Oui, oui, oui (Yes, yes, yes)," over and over. They remained locked together like that for a long while, with her only pulling her breast from his mouth for a warm kiss, then replacing it with her other erect nipple.

According to Bert's account, for the first time ever, Blondie let him sleep in her bed that night and when she woke late Saturday morning he was spooned up against her backside, both of them naked. They'd fucked again sometime after they'd gone to bed, and yet here was another raging erection slowly pushing into the cleft of her shapely little bottom and a hand cupping her breast, the index finger gently rubbing her hardened nipple.

Embarrassed with the sudden remembrance of all the things she'd done the night before flooding into her consciousness, she threw back the sheet and crawled from the bed, letting her brother's hand slide off her aroused little titty.

"I gotta pee an' you need to get outta here, mon frère, and go to your own room, d'accord?"

She was gone almost ten minutes and when she returned, Bert still lay on his back, waiting expectantly, his thick erection twitching with anticipation. She sighed in feigned frustration, which, Bert recounted, was belied by the fact that she'd brushed her hair and put on fresh hot pink lipstick. She pucker-pouted cutely, "You're truly such a pain in the butt, Bertie!"

She went to her dresser, where after digging impatiently through a messy drawer, she pulled out her sheer, pink babydoll and slipped it on. Again, Bert noted, it was the sexy one she apparently kept hidden from her mother, not one of the opaque cotton nighties she usually wore. Better yet, she put on no panties before coming over to stand beside the bed. Lifting both arms, she raked her blonde hair back and sighed,

"Don't you go gettin' the idea that our little arrangement's gonna be like last night all the time, cause I guarantee you, it's not. You lucked out 'cause that frat rat really got me goin' good an' then he couldn't finish the job."

Holding her palms to her forehead, she moaned, "An' I drank waaay too much."

She eyed his bobbing, throbbing cock and sighed again in that contrived exasperation teen-aged girls do so constantly and so well,

"I just totally do not believe you've already got that thing up an' ready to go again!"

But she climbed back on the bed and on top of him, straddling his hips and reaching down between them to insert that thing inside her, rationalizing, as she settled down onto it,

"Okay, I'm not gonna be a prick-teaser an' leave you hangin' Bertie—I'll take care of this boner for you, but then that's gotta be it for a while, okay?"

She eyed him cautiously as she settled on his cock and moaned, "God, that feels sooo good—but if we keep this up like this...screwin' this often, mon chéri...we're bound to get caught by Cleo or Mama or somebody...you can just bet on it."

According to Bert, when she mounted him, her pussy was creamy wet...offering warm, irrefutable evidence of her own anticipation of intercourse...undeniable proof that she wanted to do this, too...just as much as he did...despite her lame protestation that she was doing it solely for his benefit.

She settled her soft little bottom on his thighs and began a grinding motion that made both of them groan with pleasure. With her breathy exhalations of, "Oh yeah, oh God yes, Bertie, that feels good, so really good," he could smell her toothpaste...further indication that she had been getting herself ready in the bathroom to fuck him again. When she bent down and kissed him, open-mouthed and tongue-probing, he was glad he'd brushed his own teeth on an earlier visit to relieve himself.

Taking care of that thing took them a while...more than a half hour as she rode him to a climax...really getting into it herself when her brother once again remained fully hard after expending his load in her...so she rolled on her back and fucked him almost another half hour to a second, much weaker climax that finally made him go limp.

While they both were still panting, Blondie gently but insistently pushed him off, then collapsed into the deep sleep she was going need for the date she had coming up that night with a different college boy, one she'd flirted with suggestively on the dance floor the previous weekend at a Cajun nightclub out in bayou country where age restrictions on drinking were all but ignored. Her sensuous manner of dancing had probably delivered a clear hint that a fella just might be able to get lucky with this little blonde sexpot. And he probably did but Bert didn't find out because his sister didn't come home until almost dawn, then slept until their parents returned from New Orleans early in the afternoon.

Another interesting anecdote in Bert's chronicle that I found particularly spicy began with his little sister bursting into his bedroom one Friday afternoon after school all in a dither because her current boyfriend had just called to inform her that he'd been grounded for the weekend by his father for being disrespectful—totally and completely grounded—restricted to the house. They'd been planning to go to the Tiger Drive-in to see a double-feature re-run and now here she was with no date on a Friday night, the worst of all socially unacceptable situations for a pretty eighteen-year-old high school senior. Sidling up to Bert at his work desk, she slipped into her best sex-kitten demeanor, cajoling him cutely,

"So how 'bout you takin' little sister to the drive-in this evenin', cher?"

When he didn't immediately respond, she swept on into the room, closing the door behind her, and made the offer more tempting by putting her lips to his ear and whispering invitingly,

"You know sugar, you usually get me after I've been on a date, sweetie—so how'd you like to be my lucky date tonight an' be the first one to get in little sister's panties for a change?"

Again he just smiled so she laid it on a little heavier, "Drive-ins can be a lotta fun, big brother, 'specially when the movie starts gettin' boring, a lotta fun, diggie vous (you dig), stud-muffin?"

She tilted his chin up with her index finger, looked into his eyes and purred seductively,

"An' it's a double feature so I'm pretty sure you'll be gettin' seconds, too, sugar."

"I don't think mama's goin' anywhere this evenin' so I bet she'll let us take her car an' that thing's got a huge back seat, as you well know."

Gazing deeply into his eyes, she teased, "You've never screwed a girl in a car before have you?" and when he shook his head she continued, "It's fun an' kinda excitin', honey, specially at a drive-in with all those other people around."

"Betcha if you got a spare blanket an' pillow outta that chest in the guest bedroom an' sneaked 'em out to the trunk, we could make a real comfy little playpen back there, n'est-ce pas, bébé (isn't that right, baby)?"

Bending down she brushed his lips with hers as she reached for his crotch, playfully squeezing the swelling there, and smirked,

"Well, it sure looks like he wants to take little sister on a date, doesn't it?"

Bert's account described the thrill it gave him when Blondie played seductress with him rather than her usual capricious teenager role, noting that she was very effective at it, something that I would learn later watching her pick up men in her hotwife adventures.

When their mother got home, Blondie quickly managed to sweet-talk mama out of her keys to the big Oldsmobile 98 and it took no time for Bert to spirit a pillow and blanket as well as a half-full bottle of Crown Royal into the trunk.

Following his sister out to the big beige sedan with its long hood and trunk lid, Bert was almost delirious with desire for the lovely teen preceding him in tight, white, short-shorts, pink blouse with white polka dots and straw wedge sandals. She'd washed and dried her hair and had it tied back in twin pony tails, which, along with her bubblegum flavored pink lipstick gave her a very close resemblance to many of the bikini-clad young blondes in the beach genre movie they were purportedly going to watch.

They stopped at Hoppers Drive-In for burgers and fries where Blondie kept her back turned to her window, studiously hoping to avoid being spotted with her brother on a Friday evening by any of the school gossips. She sat facing Bert, right foot on the floor and left leg lying on the seat, bent at the knee, giving him an eyeful of the pink panties visible where her shorts bunched in her crotch. She smiled, watching how his eyes were drawn there and playfully waggled her legs to let him know he was welcome to look as she advised him,

"Sois patient grand frère, (Be patient big brother), I'm gonna let you see a lot more'n that before this date's over, okay?"

He knew she was getting a special thrill out of letting him look at her like this in a public setting and hoped that the public nature of what they were planning to do later would add to her sexual arousal and her performance. It certainly did fit in with her other exhibitionist tendencies, traits he'd been busily thinking of a way to exploit for a while now. He chuckled,

"I know somebody else who'd sure like to take you on a date like this—see you sitting there like that—showing it to him right out here in public like this."

That brought a raised eyebrow and an interested, "Oh yeah? Who's that, one of your copains intellos (nerdy friends)?"

Her response, when he replied that it was Wesley, rather surprised him, a smiling, "Well, at least he's cute—but he's so small—no taller 'n me, so, no, I don't think so, cher."

A half hour later, as they pulled through the Tiger's admission gate, Blondie instructed her brother to pull up behind the concession stand so she could pee and get them some large cups of ice water for mixing the Crown, then they would find a semi-isolated spot near the back where there would be less light from the screen and more space between vehicles. The car's windows were tinted darkly but while she craved the excitement of fucking in public, she wanted to take no unnecessary chances.

Fifteen minutes later they were in their spot and were sipping their drinks, watching previews of coming attractions. Within minutes, she set her drink in the console, raised the broad armrest that Bert had used while driving, and scooted across the wide and deep bench seat to snuggle up close to her big brother. Taking his drink from his hand, she took a sip, set it in the console and said sweetly.