The Family Games Part 1

The room was darkened by drawn drapes, and Lorena had stopped just

inside the door, but she could see plainly what was happening on the

bed, where her brother was jacking off.

Shock held her motionless, and she stared entranced at the boy's

stiffly upright cock, at how his hand was moving slowly, lovingly, up

and down upon it. Glynn was masturbating; no doubt about that. His

balls were lifting and falling to the rhythm of his stroking, and she

was surprised at their size, and at the length of his prick. It wasn't

very big around--not compared to the two she had seen to date--but it

was inches longer than either of those.

Glynn had a book in his other hand, engrossed in its pictures, and

Lorena thought it must be one of those horny magazines young guys

seemed to dig so much. It was turning on her brother, that was certain;

his hand fondled his glistening shaft, and worked up to the lavender

colored head, then stroked down to his balls once more. His pubic hair

was a rich and shining brown, feathering his crotch and covering his

balls with a shaggy fur. He was amazingly well developed for being only

fifteen years old, she thought.

She felt her heart pounding and the threat of a runaway pulse in her

throat. The nipples of her tits lifted strongly and pushed against her

thin shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she'd sneaked into her

brother's room to borrow a special sweater, without his knowing it. Now

she couldn't leave.

Lorena couldn't even take her eyes off that sensuous movement as his

hand slid up and down, up and down. He had something on his cock, she

thought, and was sure of it when she saw him lift his hand to his mouth

and lick it several times, wetting down the palm. Glynn was using his

own saliva, and that was something she had always wondered about, how

boys did it. It was easy for a girl because her pussy turned juicy

right away, and when she slid a finger inside to feel around--

Somehow, Lorena's hand had gotten down to cup her mound, to tremble

there as her entire being seemed to concentrate, to fold in upon itself

and the deep shiverings began. Her pussy responded, but her hand would

not. She wore jeans, and the material was too tight, too thick at her

crotch, for her to get inside and start masturbating along with her

brother.

She was drawn to him now. She yearned toward where he lay stretched

slim and tanned upon the bed. They had always been close, getting along

much better than the other brothers and sisters they knew. And lately,

they had begun to develop a special kinship, because of the turmoil in

the family.

But now--Lorena's fingers dug almost savagely into her crotch--on the

bed, her brother's ass lifted and rolled, and his belly made sexy,

bumping motions as his prick fed itself into his clenching fist. She

took an involuntary step toward him, and fought herself to a standstill

again. What was she doing? What did she have in mind?

Him. She had him in mind, and in her blood, and he was also beginning

to come to a boil within the trembling damp lips of her avid pussy. He

was her brother and she wanted him, more so than she had wanted the two

other guys who had screwed her. If that was bad or forbidden or

whatever the hell, Lorena didn't give a damn now. She wanted Glynn, and

she meant to have him.

She took another hesitant step, wondering whether to wait it through,

thinking that if he came and all his boyish semen drained from that

interesting prick, then he might not have any left in reserve for her.

But she also wanted to see what happened when a guy's cock exploded.

She'd felt the onrush of come before, but she had never watched what

happened.

The choice was taken from her at that moment. Glynn's eyes caught the

motion she'd made, and he looked up, stared right at her. He slapped

the magazine down over his cock, his upper body jerking erect, his eyes

wide.

"Sis! What the hell--how long have you--get the hell outa' my room!"