Sunday School Slut

Curtis blinked, still a bit dazed but managed to pull his shorts back on before retreating back out of the room and then the house as Cindi hugged her brother tightly, preventing his attempts to further maim the fleeing drug dealer.

Cindi's mind raced with sheer terror as she tried to figure out what to do. Not only was she caught with the sick, black fuck on top of her, but her little cache of drugs was laid out for all to see. He would tell on her no doubt, mom would find out and dad, dad would be furious.

He would probably throw her out, or worse send her off to one of those reformist christian camps. Everyone would know the real her now, her schemes, her image it was all fucking ruined!

Unless... She looked up to her big brother, tears barely forming at the edges of her big, blue eyes as she hugged him even tighter.

Trace was a man, and all men were stupid and easily confused and controlled. All she had to do was figure something out, and quickly...

She shifted slightly and pulled away from her brother, turning to expose her partially covered little ass to him as she looked at the scraped up mirror and little baggies of prescription pills. "These things were his! He brought them and left them!" She said, bending over as she shoved the items into the open drawer.

Trace gasped as she bent over, her shirt hiking up over her ass to reveal the long slender legs and tender thighs topped with the slight curve of her petite little teenage ass, her pink little cunt glistening like a cherry on top of an ice cream sundae.

Hearing the slight gasp, Cindi grinned, her back still to him as sensed him taking the bait. Slowly she stood and moved over to him with a few slow, deliberate steps. "Th-thank you for coming in like that!" She said, tightly hugging him again as she nuzzled her small frame up against his.

"N-no problem. Are you okay Cid?" Trace asked. His pale cheeks flushed as he tried to push the amazing sight he had just witnessed from his mind.

"Me? What about you? You fought that big meanie! It was so cool, like one of those R-rated movies you see ads for on the t.v.!" She sheepishly reached down, pulling her brother's right hand up into both of hers.

"What about you? Oh my! You are hurt!" She exclaimed, gesturing at the red marks around his knuckles from the impact of the blow.

"Nah nothing forget about it!" Trace tried to shrug her off. He was confused as hell, first the guy fucking her, the little stash of drugs, and not to mention the most tempting sight he had ever seen in his life as his little stepsister had bent over, displaying herself to him.

He just didn't know where the hell to begin.

"We'll fix your hand, if you couldn't hold a hockey stick anymore I couldn't forgive myself." She said as she moved his hand up with a deliberate slowness to her pink-glossed lips, staring up into her eyes with wide innocence as she softly kissed his swelling knuckles one after the other.

She pressed her body to his, her eyes actually widening in shock for a moment before she composed herself. She was trying to seduce him to some degree, confuse and delay him at the very least, but nothing would have prepared her for the feeling of the long, stiff bugle running down his left leg as it brushed against her bare thighs.

"Oh my Gosh!" She gasped, looking down to see the stiff erection straining against her brother's khaki cargo pants.

"I-I Uh I'm sorry!" He stammered and tried to pull back, but she held firm.

Slowly she reached out, her small hand clutching his shaft and giving it a small squeeze, pulling gasps from both of them as she marveled at how excited he had gotten so quickly.

"Did I do this to you big brother?" She asked, peering up at him.

"I ugh I didn't mean...You were bending over and I saw...I-" He gasped as she moved her hand delicately over the shape of his cock.

"It's a sin to fornicate... But just like that temptuous whore Eve this is all my fault big brother." She moved her hand down to the tip and gently gripped the head through his pants, gently twisting her hand in a side to side motion as she peered up at him.

"The Lord knows it's my fault. This sin is mine to bear because I caused it to happen to you. Just let me take full responsibility to absolve you..." She whispered, leaning her body into him.

He let out several soft gasps and sighs of pleasure but when he opened his mouth to protest she reached down with both hands and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one motion before discarding it.

Her pale, small perky breasts sprung into view. The milky skin of a revealing tan line contrasting her skin tones, the pale flesh making her little pink nipples seem all the more vibrant.

"I'm sure you've seen lots of these at school." She said rather dismally, slowly looking down as if ashamed.

Swallowing hard, Trace finally answered. "N-no. I've never seen a woman before..." He bit his lip, the otherwise big strong lad blushing fiercely now.

She kept her shock from displaying on her features at the revelation, and inwardly grinned like the devil as she realized how much easier this made her task.

"They're really soft." She said, clutching her stepbrother by the wrist as she brought his hand up. Pushing it firmly into her small breast, letting out a soft sigh as his fingers brushed the stiff, pink nipple.

"It's so warm!" Trace gasped, looking down at her, marveling at how innocent she seemed, even while doing such naughty things.

She moved his hand around, in a circular motion, letting out a soft whimper of delight as she used his hand to work her breast around. She let go of his wrist after a few moments delighted to see that he continued to grope her on his own, moving his hand in the same circle pattern as before.

"If you think that's warm..." She began, reaching down to grab his free hand before slowly dragging it up the insides of her thighs. " ...then feel THIS." She said, her cunt practically radiating heat at this point as she brought his hand up and pushed it against her slippery, aching mound.

Cindi smiled as Trace gasped again, and she too cooed cutely as his fingers played over the warm folds of her dripping little snatch. "That feels so good big brother." She whispered, slowly rocking her hips as his fingers pushed inside of her, his other hand still gripping her soft little breast.

Trace marveled at just how soft and warm she was, two of his fingers slowly pushing deeper and deeper into his little sister's pussy. He was surprised how her smooth muscles gripped him and pulled him deeper, yet at the same time let him glide his fingers smoothly in and out of her.

"Does it feel good?" She asked tilting her head up to look at her brother once more as his fingers quickly pushed back and forth inside of her.

"Yes!" Trace hissed in reply, clutching her small breast even harder as he continued to stuff his fingers into her hole.

"You know... There is something you can put in there that will feel way better..." She said softly, her voice just above a whisper as her small hands began to play with the front of her brother's pants.

"I don't know if we should..." Trace shuffled from foot to foot, entirely conflicted and unsure of what to do.

"It's okay... Let me show you." She said, slowly unbuckling the front of his pants, her fingers releasing the button before she pulled the zipper down with an audible slowness.

Her little fingers dipped into his pants, tugging them down slightly as she tugged his long, smooth cock free from its cloth, prison, her eyes widening a bit in surprise. She gripped the decent length of stiff sex meat with both hands, gently stroking the smooth white shaft as she took her time inspecting him.

The first thing she noted was the lack of hair on the red hot, tightly contracted balls as she softly ran her fingertips over it. He still had some pubic hair, but it was cropped very, very short and she admired it with a wry grin. What was the word, manscaping?

"You're so soft and clean down here!" She gasped, one small hand still rhythmically pumping his throbbing shaft.

"I read it in a magazine... It said girls would like it..." Trace admitted shyly .

Fuckin'a, Cindi thought as she gently tugged at his cock. She knew this was going to be the beginning of something wonderful.

She gently ran her thumb over the pink tip of his cock, watching it twitch and swell in response. "It's like a big pink lollipop!" She gasped.

Cindi wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees then and suck his dick like a ravenous whore, but she had bigger plans for her older brother and his delicious cock.

Slowly she turned her back to him and bent forward, pushing her ass and lifting it for him as she rested one hand on her left knee, the other reaching back to spread open her glistening slit.

"Do you think it will fit?" She asked, still managing to sound so sweet and innocent even as she dribbled tiny rivulets of excitement down her pale thighs.

"I don't know..." Trace took a deep breath, face and chest flushed as he gazed down at the little pink hole held open for him. He moved forward, gripping the shaft of his pulsating cock as he pressed the swelled tip against her warm opening, gasping immediately as he felt her velvety warmth.

Her eyes rolling up slightly with a shiver a delight, Cindi licked her lips, happy to see how fast he was catching on. "There we go that's the opening there..." She said, tilting forward ever so slightly, her hands resting on her knees as she bent over in front him.

"Now just push forward big brother." Cindi hissed with delight as her brother did just that. His hand resting lightly on her hips as if afraid to touch her, even as he pressed forward, his cock easily slipping into her ready and more than willing passage.

"Oh yes!" He cried out. Once he had been a little bit inside of her, feeling the velvety wetness swallow him up, he knew he wanted more. He pushed all the way forward until he rested balls deep inside of her, a move that surprised even Cindi as she relaxed, enjoying the feeling of him pleasantly filling her.

"Feels good?" She asked tilting her head to the side as she partially glanced back at him.

"Great!" He hissed, awkwardly grinding his hips, every slight motion feeling incredible now that he was buried in her warmth.

"Now move back and forth..." She instructed, her palms digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as she remained bent over for his use.

Trace moved awkwardly for a moment, unsure of just how he should move, until he started to, that was. The feeling of her satiny walls gripping him and giving him pleasure told him all he needed to know. He moved back and forth moaning out quite loudly as he slapped his hips into his little sister's tight, tiny ass.

He moved faster and faster, finding that quicker he moved the more incredible it made his cock feel.

Cindi perked a brow, moaning loudly just as her brother was. Surprised at just how hard he was managing to pound into her, despite it being his first time with a girl.

She could feel the rush of warmth in her stomach, hopefully this time she would actually cum, just a little added bonus if she could get something out of it in the process.

"It's so good! It's so good!" Trace declared again and again, their bodies slapping loudly together, his fingers tightening considerably on Cindi's narrow waist as he plowed into her again and again.

"Yes big brother yes!" Cindi pinched one eye shut, her face distorted with pleasure as she found herself pushing back into him, matching his movements so her tight little cunt swallowed him up all the easier.

"I feel weird!" Trace gasped, moving faster and faster, his balls clenched like a fist as his first intercourse orgasm quickly mounted, threatening to blow.

"That means you are doing it right. Go faster!" Cindi gasped, her small, deep cunt twitching with pleasure, any minute now she would cum! The rush of pleasure combining with the drugs in her system washing over her, she was nearly in heaven!

Just one more little push.

Trace groaned out loudly, the noises of their frantic coupling filling Cindi's ears as her eyes rolled back, her small body rocked with tremors as she squealed and came. Her knees quickly turned to rubber as mind altering, multiple orgasms ripped through her tiny frame.

She was sure she would have collapsed forward had it not been for Trace holding onto her tightly.

"Shoot it! Shoot it all inside of me!" Cindi managed to breathlessly demand, her cunt still throbbing fiercely from her orgasms as Trace sped up. His hips a blur of movement as he fucked his little sister.

"Argh! Ahhh!" Trace buried his cock inside of her, surprised as all hell as he had his first orgasm, and deep inside his little sister no less. His body jerked violently and he cried out through clenched teeth as if in pain, his heavy balls tight as his long, smooth cock erupted inside of her.

He shot load after load into her tight young pussy, her body greedily swallowing every drop that he produced, the walls of her tight cunt gripping the ultra-sensitive head of his cock like a gloved fist. "Ahh my god!" Trace shuddered, breathing quickly.

Cindi let a perverse smile creak over her features as her brother blew his load inside of her. It wasn't something simply looked down on or unspokenly agreed upon as being naughty. It was almost incest. It was a sin. It was fucking great!

Sarah's heels clicked softly on the cemented garage floor with a quiet echo as she stepped out of her car, dragging her bible bag and a small grocery bag filled with items she had stopped to get Cindi on the way home. She elected not to call when she stopped, hoping the give the poor thing a chance to rest up.

Gracefully moving across the garage to the door leading into the kitchen, Sarah swung it open and stopped dead in the doorway and then gasped in shock, dropping her bag onto the ground. "What?!"

"Welcome home mommy." Cindi said from the kitchen table where she sat beside her older brother. "Trace stopped by for a surprise visit." Cindi smiled, feeling her brother's cum seeping out of still throbbing cunt under the large robe she was now wearing.

"It is indeed! Oh sweetie welcome home!" Sarah smiled as her big, strong son moved up from his seat and gave her a warm hug.

"This is wonderful. I'll order some pizza for lunch, I am sure you are both very hungry." Sarah said, moving over to the counter to where the telephone and phonebook sat.

"Famished." Cindi said licking her lips as she looked her brother up and down, grinning.

Chapter 2

"Shhh! We can do it in here, but if you aren't quiet mom is going to catch us." Cindi said as she looked out over the dark garage, a single light bulb beside the door providing light, and empty save for the boxes stacked along one wall.

Trace followed Cindi into the dark work room at the back of the garage, and once inside she pushed the door shut and flipped the lock, turning to flip the light on.

The bright shop light came on in their father's workshop, illuminating Trace who already had his pants unbuttoned. That thick, beautiful cock already pulled freed of its cloth prison and bobbing anxiously for a taste of its little stepsister's pussy.

"Mmm damn cowboy, I think you are ready to saddle up." Cindi licked her lips.

She had just returned from school to find her brother already hard and waiting for her, so the two snuck off into the garage before Sarah, Cindi's mom had any idea she was even home.

As such, Cindi was still wearing the sickeningly puritan, christian girl's school uniform that was mandatory where she attended. It consisted of a very dark blue blouse with the most annoying puffed out shoulders she had ever seen on a garment. But the white ruffle trim around the cuffs wasn't so bad in her opinion.

Not to mention the pink lacing...

With that she wore a uniformly pleated white skirt that was actually shorter than what was allowed by the school or the bible or whoever the fuck was actually in charge.

It rode up her inner thighs, every movement giving a teasing glance at the supple curve of her tanned little teenaged ass. Or the high cut pink panties she wore over the white garters that held up her white, silk stockings.

The heels she was wearing helped boost the posture of her backside, her thighs and butt jutting out more than they should do to the lift. She shook her little teen ass as she reached under the skirt, wiggling her expensive, pink satin panties down around her ankles as she leaned over her father's workbench.

She flipped the little white skirt up to reveal her glistening little cunt, bald as the day she was born and throbbing with anticipation as she reached back with one hand, gripping her soft little ass and spreading her warm, eager holes open for her stepbrother to see.

"Come on cowboy, time for a ride." Cindi curled her finger, gesturing for her brother to begin.

Since their first encounter things had been hectic. It had only been a week since then, and her guess that controlling her pure, virginal brother had been right on the money. Her pussy was really good after all and she took pride in the way she used her body to get whatever she wanted, from whoever she wanted. Yet she hadn't really considered just how fuckin' crazy insatiable he would be.

She had to admit, nothing so far she had ever experienced quite compared to deflowering and fucking your stepsibling, and she loved it. But it seemed hard to keep him satisfied, he kept wanting more and more. At this pace they were fucking a good 4-5 times a day.

When she woke up for school she would sneak into her brother's room and quickly ride out his morning wood before leaving to school, only to get ambushed and fucked again as soon as she arrived home.

Then while their mother would be cooking dinner the two would slip off to Trace's room for yet another quick fuck, only to conclude later in the evening after mom had gone to bed when Trace snuck into her room to give her a goodnight creampie.

It was really fucking up her sleeping habits and she was worried the time she had put aside for studying would get fucked off. But so far, she was managing.

Trace gripped the thick base of his cock as he moved in behind his little sister, unceremoniously running the pink tip of his engorged cock up and down her glistening slit, gathering a bit of unneeded lubrication before he promptly sunk it in.

"Ahh shit!" Cindi bit her lip, feeling her brother slide his cock all the way inside of her, his balls resting pressed firmly against her red hot little mound of pink pussy flesh.

Trace gripped her hips and began to move his own, fucking his little sister doggy style at a quick pace, their bodies slapping loudly together as he moaned out. His heavy balls slapped against her mound with each thrust, causing her to squirm as his warm testicles slapped against her throbbing little clit.

The sensation of his big cock tugging at the innermost walls of her tight, young cunt made Cindi shudder with delight. The pink, glossy tips of her well-manicured nails clawed at the workbench for purchase, her eyes lolling slightly back in her head as she bit her lip to keep from moaning out.

It was just so damn good... She could see herself easily getting addicted to this, and thus far being her brother's bend-over-bitch on daily basis had no compare, it was just fucking great.

Her smooth, flat stomach sucked in slightly over and over again as she squeezed her muscles around his cock, her pink, glistening insides wrapping snuggly around her big brother, pulling him in deeper and deeper and trying to hold him in.

Each time that he pushed against her while she was gripping him only doubled the sensation of being fucked, the ridges of his large cock head pulling at more and more of her flesh that way as she gripped him.