Dawn had told the younger girl that she would gladly have done it, but she had an ice skating date with her boyfriend and a bunch of the girls on the cheerleading squad. They were supposed to pick the luscious eighteen-year-old up any minute now.
Ice skating, for Chrissake! Lucinda muttered to herself. How did Dawn do it? Lucinda had places in the back of her legs that were very tender, places that she did not even realize could be sore before last night's workout in the bathroom, and Lucinda hadn't fucked nearly as hard atop her brush handle as Dawn had under Steve's driving, cunt-ripping cock. She wondered if Dawn was going to fuck her boyfriend today before he brought her home.
"Well, I'm off!" Dawn announced abruptly, dashing into the living room and opening the front door. "See ya!"
The door slammed, stopping the cold breeze that had wafted in briefly to chill Lucinda to the bone, and Dawn was gone. Lucinda drew her bathrobe tighter and envied her big sister her long, beautiful legs and her flowing, dark-gold hair.
"I wonder if I could get as many dates as Dawn does if I let my hair grow out?" Lucinda asked herself in a soft whisper.
"Not 'til Dad starts letting you date, you couldn't," Steve said.
Lucinda jumped, startled by Steve's sudden appearance behind her. The sudden motion caused her robe to fall open to the waist. She still had her transparent pajamas on, and Lucinda was suddenly aware that her big brother was staring unashamedly at the small cleft between her tits.
"It wouldn't hurt to grow your knockers a little bigger too, Sis," Steve said to her. "Most guys like a really big set of jugs."
Lucinda could feel the red starting to creep across her face. Steve had never talked to her like this before!
"Yeah," Steve went on nonchalantly, as if he were commenting on the weather. "Most dudes go for monstrous tits on a chick… but I can take 'em or leave 'em myself. Huge boobs are okay, but a nice little firm handful like you've got would do me just fine. More'n a mouthful's a waste anyway, ya know."
The good-looking young boy winked at his shocked little sister and patted her on the shoulder. Steve was chuckling at her expression as he strolled out of the room and went upstairs.
Lucinda was bundle of conflicting emotions as she slunk down into the big chair and tried to figure out what had just happened. Was Steve just toying with her, teasing her about something he had discovered she was shy about? He had always teased Lucinda unmercifully.
Or did he know something about last night? Panic seized the little girl as she thought about Steve's somehow finding out about her spying on him. Had he found something on the hairbrush? Dawn might have found something this morning and called it to his attention. Lucinda thought she had washed it squeaky clean before sneaking out of the bathroom, but with all the juice her pussy had been putting out…
A new thought struck Lucinda as she remembered the unreal sensations the hard plastic handle had given her the night before, the unceasing flow of hot, slippery lubricant from her tiny box, the jerk of her taut tits as her orgasm racked her clenching pussy. Maybe Steve had said what he said to get just this kind of reaction started in her head. Lucinda thought suddenly: maybe he wanted to fuck her!
A searing heat came over Lucinda as she mulled the idea over in her mind. She let herself dream of her brother's fat, hard cock ramming up into her instead of a plastic, unfeeling brush handle. How would it feel, she wondered excitedly, when that long, thick thing went off in you? How marvelous it must be, to feel those hot curds of white, creamy cum blasting up into your pussy just as you're going off!
The idea made Lucinda weak in the knees. She didn't know if she could get out of the chair or not, but she was going to try. Twenty minutes earlier she would have sworn that she was too tired to even think about sex. Now after thinking about last night's thrilling show by Steve and Dawn, and the possibility that Steve might want to put on the same kind of exhibition with her, Lucinda could barely wait to get upstairs to try out the handle on her own hairbrush.
"Ohhhhhhh, oh, holy Jesus, how goooood!" Lucinda moaned.
The petite little blonde was naked in the middle of her double bed. Lucinda had her knees pointing up at the ceiling, her thighs spread as wide as they would go, and her ass working up off the bed in heated jerks as the hard plastic handle glided in and out of her oozing, gripping little slit. With her free hand, the groaning girl mashed her aroused nipples together and massaged her swollen tits until they were spasming in perfect time with her clenching pussy.
Lucinda didn't know how many times she had come in the last half-hour. It seemed like dozens. But she didn't stop pulling at her tits or easing the joy-giving handle in and out of her now mushy cunt-mouth. The more she played with herself, the better it felt.
A sudden, ripping, cunt-searing orgasm boiled up out of Lucinda's hot little pussy and shook her violently as it seized control of her for several unbelievably exhilarating moments. The climaxing girl rolled and tossed on the bed mindlessly lost in the wondrous sensation, her twat coating the flying brush handle with warm, slick fluid.
"Uhhhhihh! Oh, oh, God, it's happening to me again," Lucinda babbled, the feeling becoming so overpowering that she just couldn't hold back as she peaked. "Againnnnnnn!"
The door to Lucinda's room flew open and Steve came running inside. Worry was etched on the teenage boy's handsome face.
"Luc… what's wrong? I heard you, scream and. Oh, my God!" Steve exclaimed as he saw what had caused his baby sister to scream.
Lucinda wanted to die on the spot. The panting girl willed her hand to stop sliding the wet brush handle up and back in her cunt, but it felt so good that it took several seemingly endless moments before her aroused body obeyed.
"Ste… Steve… I… I, ohhhhhhh!" Lucinda broke off as another spasm of ecstasy gripped her and made her shiver as it rolled through her.
Steve watched with awed fascination as Lucinda's short, lush little body pitched and writhed on the bed. He smiled when he saw the final tiny splash of cunt-cream pour out of his sister's winking gash.
"Wow, you really get off, don't you?" the boy murmured admiringly. "You come by the bucket load, like me."
Lucinda fought to regain control of her quivering body, now that the last of the satisfying tremors of cum-joy had flashed through her sopping pussy. She closed her legs and put her hand over her well-soaked muff, then dropped an arm across both her breasts.
"You'd better leave now, Steve," Lucinda managed to stammer, barely able to endure the embarrassment. "I'm sorry I scared you when I… when I… screamed."
Steve grinned. "Hell, that's okay, Sis. You just let out a howl any time when you're in the mood to get off, and I'll come running. Guarantee you."
Instead of turning to leave, as Lucinda expected, Steve crossed the room and sat down on the bed near her. The naked girl pressed her arm down tighter over her tits.
"Please, Steve, get out of here so I can get dressed!" Lucinda ordered.
"Aw, you don't really want me to go, do you?" Steve asked in a friendly, joking tone. "I was watching an old movie on that beat up TV. But I'd much rather watch the little show you were putting on in here. Shit, Sis, you're turning into a really prime little piece, and I never even realized it until today."
Lucinda blushed all the way down to her tits. She knew she should get tough with Steve and make him leave the room, but she liked what he was saying about her quickly developing body so much that she felt herself hesitating.
"Yeah, you're becoming a real woman, Lucy, with the kind of body any guy would go for," Steve went on, seeing how well his crude compliments were going over with his little sister.