"Randy sis Cindi" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lasher David)

CHAPTER TWO

Ellen Wood held her ear against Cindi's bedroom door. Hearing the girlish moan of joy, she shivered. The cute, leggy blonde played with herself every day, and it was not just one climax-sometimes two or three. Ellen was certain who Cindi dreamed about when she had her goodies: her own handsome, virile father, John.

"Ohhh, ohhh!" came Cindi's faint cries as the bed jiggled.

I can't blame her, Ellen thought, moving quickly away and down the carpeted stair to the living room, because that awful taint of incest is strong in me, too. I'm not John's distant cousin, I'm his older sister. Only he and I will ever know it! We've kept it a deep, dark secret all these years, and it's going to stay that way.

It had started on the family farm in Montana when she was a young woman and John was several years younger-an eighteen year old. He was already terribly handsome and a regular heller with the girls. She had slipped out to the barn that spring afternoon, knowing very well what John was up to, but she wanted to see it.

Sure enough, he was in the tack room, sitting on a bale of hay pushed against one wall, a girlie magazine opened at his right on another hay bale. Ellen had crept up very cautiously to the peephole crack in the board siding. As he leafed through the magazine and unfastened his Levi pants, the promise of that lump in his pants was graphically fulfilled. He had a tremendous cock!

Oh, it was at least nine inches long, very thick and beautifully knobbed-the sexiest cock she had ever seen! He had not been circumcised; she already knew that, because she had helped care for him when he was just a baby. But since then his penis had grown the way he had grown. He was all man. Her husband's cock was a mere spike compared with this beautiful phallus.

After two years of marriage to Earl Wood, she was already disgusted. He was thirteen years older than she and a fairly successful farmer but a real flop in the bedroom. He was a fumbler and a quick shooter. The only times she could come with him at all was when he was drunk and slow to climax. They had no children, there being a defect in her tubes.

Ellen had dropped over to the family home for a visit, but Henry and Alta had gone to town. She had talked a while with John, and had even climbed into the pickup to leave when she had seen John head for the barn. She knew he had started masturbating, because she had seen some of the jism spots on his sheets. Boys will be boys.

Girls will be girls, too, because Ellen had begun her self-relief program even earlier. A horseback ride one spring day had started her pussy tingling. She had crept into a knot of willows and made her big discovery. Girls raised on a ranch with livestock around learned early on what sex was all about-or at least the bare essentials.

Henry and Alta had done a lot of fucking in those days, too. The farmhouse was not well insulated inside, and the thump of bedroom furniture happened at least twice a week. She had lived away from home for two years now, though. She kind of missed all those noises; Alta's wails when she climaxed, then after she had had four or five, Henry would get his.

Peering into the tack room at her younger brother now and watching him open his legs and start to fondle his huge, thick, long cock, she knew she had to have some of it. Oh, it was as wrong as hell. It was evil and forbidden. But in ways known only to her, it made the prospect even more exciting.

It was going on around Elster, the nearest town. A certain amount of inbreeding had happened over about three generations. She knew one lusty widow who was servicing her rather dim-witted son, and several cases of brother-and-sister sex were not very well concealed. Everybody in town knew it, but no one did anything about it. One wealthy old fucker was humping his two plump young daughters, and the stories said they all climbed in the same bed together.

But the Allison's considered themselves above all that, even though Ellen had secretly lusted for John since she had found those dried gobs of semen on his bed sheets. Sniffing them had turned her on so fast she had rushed to her room and masturbated furiously. She had thought the marriage to Earl would defuse her craving. But not so! Every time she came home to visit, she felt that evil fascination.

"Uhhhh!" John said, his right hand moving faster on his cock. A bubble of clear juice appeared on the purplish glands, framed appealingly by his taut foreskin. He spread the slickum around his cockhead and peeled the foreskin down. Ellen almost gasped, her cunt already wet and itchy.

That thing was three inches thick if it was anything! He stared at the fold out, held his shaft firmly, and tensed the glands. The glistening emblem of his virility made her hips curl inward toward the side of the shed. Her bra felt too snug, and her clitoris was as hard as John's prick! It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"Cuuuuunt!" he murmured, fondling his prick again. "I need cuuuuunt."

The word was like a physical stab in Ellen's own cunt. She suddenly recalled her last visit to the doctor, a new one in Elster. After the usual insulting pelvic examination, he had peered up in her vagina and said something very odd.

"You are married, Mrs. Wood?"

"Of course," she answered dryly.

"Your marriage was never consummated."

"Look," she had said angrily. "My husband fucks me twice a week."

He flushed. "Well, you still have your hymen."

Driving back home to the ranch, Ellen had become even more furious. That ignorant fucker! He was sure not used to cow-town bluntness. He had told her she could see another doctor. Vocabulary had never been her heavy subject at school, but she knew what a hymen was-her maidenhead, her "cherry."

Anatomy had not been her best subject, either. In fact, she had never brought home good grades, like John. He was so smart, he hardly had to open his books. It was as if she had been standing behind the door when the brains were passed out. Everybody knew John would go a long way. Ellen was no raving beauty, either, but she had a good strong body and fine thrusting tits.

At home in the bathroom, she had examined her vagina for the first time. The doctor was right! The circle of membrane at the door of her cunt was not torn. Earl's short, thin spike had not punctured it! Physically, she was still a virgin. Now, staring greedily at her young brother's huge cock, she knew he could rip it. All that bigness going in her.

Ellen had never chippied on Earl, although one handsome salesman had tempted her. Fucking local guys was out-too much talk. The salesman had flattered the shit out of her, saying that with her figure, she should be in the big city. But Earl had come home too soon. He had told the salesman to get the fuck out and had hurried her into the bedroom to see if she had a wet pussy. Then he had given her one of those quickie jack-rabbit screws.

It looked as if young John was about ready to get his gun off. The skin was back over his knob, and he was working the covering up and down, his hips lifting. His other hand was gripping the veined shaft. But his nuts weren't bunching up. That had to happen when a man climaxed! He rested a few seconds, breathing faster.

Oh, he sure does a job playing with himself! Ellen thought, dizzily. I've been standing here fifteen minutes already. I gotta get one, too! I'm dying for it! If I could just have all that wonderful cock up in me just once!

The side of the tack shed where she stood was hidden by another shed and the end of the barn. She lifted her skirt and held her right hand on her panties. They were sopping with juice. Her cunt had never been this swollen before! She was simply one big ache. Her clit shouted for relief.

Ellen was glad for the usual barnyard sounds of hens clucking, cows making their mooing noises, and a rooster crowing (sure, he had just mounted a hen). Fingers inside her panties, she touched her clitoris and shuddered. It felt as big and as long as her little finger! But of course just the tender tip stood up from the concealing flesh.

She hunched on her palm and wished her tits were out where she could fondle them. Earl never appreciated them, but they sure figured in her lonely search for satisfaction; they were as firm as melons. One day last week she had gone to town without a bra and several guys had whistled at her. When she wore tight pants, a lot of men turned their heads, too.

John also liked to look at her. The young devil! Just an hour before, in the living room, she had caught him glancing up under her skirt. And she knew why she dressed up a little when she visited home-so he would ogle her robust figure. Some days she really missed him, and not just because of that forbidden sex thing, either. They could always talk about things.

Earl was a good farmer, a fine provider, but he couldn't talk anything else. She could see him now as an uncaring jerk. She cooked and cleaned for him, and he got off in her with no tenderness or compliments, not even any kissing anymore. When she read romantic novels and dreamed about an ideal lover, Ellen almost hated her husband.

John now did a startling thing. He bent way over and took his cockhead in his mouth! He was a fine athlete, very limber. Ohhh, what a way to go! Ellen knew oral sex was going on, but stupid Earl hadn't. Also, the thought of taking his little thing in her mouth was disgusting. But suddenly Ellen knew she would love to suck on John.

Now he leaned back again, drew the foreskin down, and tensed his knob once more. God! When was he going to shoot his jism? His saliva-wet cockhead, the big shaft standing high, the fucking movements of his hips-it was too much! Ellen felt her clit flex, and the stinging rage of her sinful need pulsed from her cunt! She heard herself moan, but she was too far along to care. She was having the best climax of her entire life!

"Hey, what the fuck?" came John's voice, invading her obsessive thrall. She swam up out of her concentration, staggered, and ran to the door of the tack room. Opening it quickly, she so startled young John he didn't even try to haul up his pants and shorts.

"Oh, John, don't tell!" Ellen breathed, knowing her face was flaming with embarrassment and lust. His prick was shrinking. What a terrible sight!

A strange expression came into John's face. He relaxed and leaned back on the shed wall again. His beautiful cock began to swell, and a sly grin touched his lips.

"You been outside watching me, Sis?"

"Yesss, and it's awful, I couldn't resist. Oh, I know you want me, and I want you, honey. Earl isn't taking care of me."

"Well, sonofabitch," he muttered. He seemed so very grown up, like sixteen or even older. He was in charge of the situation, having that kind of strong personality.

Ellen reached for her blouse, a tight one that showed every line of her breasts. She knew why she had put it on, too. A sweet fever possessed her. She could not turn back now; she was caught in her younger brother's sex trap. His stiffening prick and the hard craving in his eyes said he had to finish it, too!

"What'd you do, Sis? Stand out there an' watch me and get yourself off?"

"Yesss!" Her face was hot with shame.

"Jeeeee-sus!" he muttered thickly. "Let's go up in the hay now. I sure do need some cunt."

Ellen could never remember going up into the hayloft, but every minute detail and every word that followed would live in her mind as long as she existed. It seemed much more like her wedding day than the thing with Earl had ever been. John's rough country language didn't bother her one bit. She often used it to herself when she masturbated. They were peas out of the same pod.

Resting comfortably in the fragrant hay, John sat across from his sister and held his huge stiff cock in his right hand. She spread her legs so he could see her thin, red panties and reached for her blouse again.

"Okay, get your tits out," he said.

"Oh, don't you want to come over here and play around and kiss me, honey?"

He stared between her thighs, his prick flexed. A batch of clear juice oozed out on the head. His face was very taut.

"Not this time," he breathed. "You got it off once and I ain't had mine yet. I gotta fuck!"

"Yesss!" she gasped, undoing her blouse very quickly. "That's such a big, beautiful prick, honey!"

He trembled as he watched her remove the blouse and reveal her tight pink bra. It was lace trimmed, like her panties, and she knew why she had worn it. I've been craving this for over a year or more! He knows it and he's been wanting my cunt the same way! We're two animals!

"I'm so glad you didn't shoot your stuff!" she breathed. "I want it!"

"You got some of that jelly to put up in there?"

"Nooo! I can't get knocked, honey. I'm sterile. You can shoot me all day long and it's okay."

"Jeeeeee-sus!" he breathed. "Fuck! My own sister!"

"Oh, don't you ever, breathe a word!" she gasped.

"Shit, no! They'd have us both in jail. Doesn't Earl ever fuck you?"

"He just gets it in a few minutes and then it's all over."

"That shitass! He don't look too smart," John said. "I can tell you really need it, the way you wiggle around."

"I've been horny a long time for you, honey," she giggled. Now that they were into it, she wanted to make things not so tense and uptight. A good fuck should be a fun thing. They couldn't get serious about it!

"Jeeees, I been wanting to fuck you for years," he muttered. Then his grin came out. He was becoming more relaxed. It was more as if they weren't related at all and out on a sneaky hayloft date.

"You cocky little shit!" she laughed. "All that jism on the sheets." They both laughed.

"One time I heard your bed jiggling and you was in there all alone," he smiled. "I didn't know girls jacked off till this chick in town told me."

"Well, that isn't the word for it, but it's fun!" she giggled. She unhooked her bra and let her big boobs hang free. Oh, how he stared! His prick tensed, and his hips lifted in a coital thrust.

Suddenly they weren't laughing. Ellen squirmed out of her skirt, yanked her panties along her legs, lay down on the hay, and opened her thighs very wide. John got out of his pants with jerky movements. He gazed at her blonde-haired cunt, his eyes kind of glazed.

Shaking with awful need, Ellen steered her brother's prick to her burning, flooded cunt-mouth. The first touch of his forbidden cockhead between her swollen labia was like a negative pole touching a positive terminal. Her flesh was spreading as it never had! The wild flame of his huge knob snuggled deeper. He moaned. She cried out, hunched upward, and felt the tear of her hymen. At long last! And then that huge thing was filling her cunt!

"Uhhhh!" he growled at her fiercely. "Uhhhh-fuuuuuck! That's good cuuuuuunt!"

Then an amazing thing happened. Ellen's vagina clenched on John's wonderful huge prick! A deep zone that Earl had never touched was responding to her brother's youth and strength. The surges of delight that racked her pelvis were pure heaven. Coming on her fingers simply couldn't compare with this! His tremendous cock belonged in her cunt!

"Oh! Ohhhh!" she cried fiercely. "Ram it to me, I'm cummmming!"

John's hips jerked, and Ellen's legs shook. Her tits swelled; he groaned and stroked his cock swiftly in and out. It was a love piston sliding in her cunt cylinder that was just made for fucking, his kind of fucking. Oh, how he was straining and panting! His big nuts hit up against her slushy cunt mouth, and he shouted wildly. Then his huge member throbbed in her deeps!

That semen that had always excited her, that man stuff she craved. It was spurting in her spasming cunt. Her whole pelvis was heaving and churning and exploding. Her flesh was clutching in quick rhythm on his driving cock. Oh! Those last heavy, hard lunges in her depths were so good, she shouted again!

"Uhhhh. Uhhh! Uhhhh!" he moaned, finally softening between her quaking thighs, his sweaty chest pillowed on her peaked high breasts. But his dreamy cock was still moving slowly in her fluttering cunt. His mouth found her waiting lips. They had their first sexual kiss, their tongues blading and squirming as the twinges of aftermath fed Ellen's lusts, filling her with an awful wonder.

Now, above all, no heavy "love" stuff. She unglued her mouth at last and hugged him with all her strength, panting in his ear.

"Oh, you're good fucking, honey. We'll have this whenever we can get together!"

"Yeahhhh!" he panted, his cock still as hard as ever. "I sure never had cunt like yours."

"Oh, I never went off so hard in my life!" she giggled. "Did you know you picked my cherry?"

"Damn, I thought it was real tight there. Doesn't Earl get it in you?"

"Oh, he's got a real little short cock, honey. He kept going right past it. But don't you worry now. He'll never know the diff."

"Jeeeee-sus! I always wanted to be in here first. Your cherry!"

"I'm so glad you don't come fast," she giggled. "After all the playing with it, too."

"I gotta pump a long time to jack out a load," he chuckled.

"I bet those girls in town sure love that!" she purred.

"Well, this one dame about twenty-five sure goes for it," he said. "Pops about four times before I get it off."

"Oh, I'm so jealous!" she breathed. "Save all that jism for me, honey."

"Well, shit, I gotta take on some other stuff, or people would get suspicious as hell," he said.

She nodded. "Tell you what. You come over tomorrow and I'll have some chores for you. Earl's gotta go to Missoula. He'll be gone all day."

"Yeahhh!" he exclaimed. "But nobody's at home now here. I sure need another good fuck."

"Ohhh, yesss! Just fuck me till my eyeballs pop out!"

Now, over twenty years later, Ellen still tingled whenever she saw John. That wild summer in Montana had been a revelation. They had just about fucked themselves to death. But that fall their parents had sold the ranch. John had moved with them to Fresno where Henry had bought an apartment house.

Sure, she and her brother kept in touch, unable to say in letters or over the phone what they really wanted to say. Five long years later, she divorced Earl and moved to Fresno herself, finding work as a maid. John was in college, and they had been able to sneak a few dates. The thing between them was as beautiful as ever.

She had never remarried. When John had finally bought that big house at Santa Barbara, she had been chosen to be his cook and housekeeper. Wonderful! She was back home again. On her days off, Thursday, they sneaked up the coast to a little resort motel room and fucked like minks. It was even better than it had been on the farm. Sometimes in one of those afternoons of dalliance, she could come off twenty wonderful times.

The really painful part, of course, was knowing how many other girls and women he had fucked and living in the same house with his new young wife, especially changing their bed and sniffing the spent juices of their lovemaking. But she was glad her quarters were away from the main part of the house. She could always satisfy her daily needs in complete privacy and dream about next Thursday.

Only one man had ever been inside her except for Earl and her brother. A smooth-talking banker, for whom she had kept house, had propositioned her while his wife was out of town. More out of curiosity than anything else she had consented, since she had known only one very poor cock and one very wonderful one.

Undressing her, he had become so excited about her tits, he had squirted before even getting his six-incher inside. He had wanted her to suck him hard, but she had refused, because only John, who was away in Europe at the time, ever got that from her. The banker had tried to stuff his cock in her soft, but he failed, and the next week he fired her. The asshole!

John's travels had paid him rich dividends. He had learned a lot more about sex in some of those faraway countries. Their weekly meetings had turned into real orgies. He had bought her her first dildo, and sometimes he liked to watch her fuck herself with it. After his marriage to Wendy, he had even suggested bringing another girl into it, but she had not decided about that yet. Ellen Was sure she would get horribly jealous; watching that big cock slide into another pussy!

Now young Cindi was hot for him, and had been for years. She was plenty old enough to fuck. That young twat from next door, Dotti Fancher, sure wanted some of John's prick also, but then so many girls did. Ellen could not knock John's marriage to Wendy. Her family had big money. John was smart, trading his cock for security, even though he was very successful already.

Ellen hurried into the kitchen. Waiting for her next day off was pure agony! But that dildo was better than using her fingers all the time.