Mike glanced in the direction of Kevin's gaze, then he jammed on the brakes and came to a skidding halt.
"Holy shit," Mike whispered. Looking at his younger sister's heavy tits made Mike's thick cock awaken from its slumber. His prick twitched, blood beginning to pump into his cockshaft. "Do you believe that?"
Desiree pushed her hat farther back on her head and wiped her brow with her forearm. It was a hot, humid day with the temperature edging near ninety degrees and she had decided, while riding through the more dense woods, to take off her shirt and fully enjoy the sunshine.
Desiree's eyes scanned the cattle, and the horse pranced beneath her. The horse's movement reminded Desiree why she had gone on the ride. As the saddle horn nudged her pussy through her jeans, she felt a warm surge go through her body. Frustration had preceded her ride. Desiree wanted desperately to get fucked, to suck a cock until she got a mouthful of cum or have a prick fucking powerfully up her ass. But she was tired of the farm boys in the area and didn't feel like going to any of them for relief.
Hearing the scratch of tires against gravel in the distance, Desiree saw the black van stop. She knew that whoever was in the van could see her naked tits, and that didn't bother her in the least. In fact, she rather hoped that horny men would come tumbling out of the big van and beg to fuck her.
Desiree looked at the van, her right hand unconsciously raising to cup one tit. Then, in a flash, she suddenly remembered reading something in a letter from Kevin. Her brother had written that he and Mike had traded in their beat-up, rusted and dented van for a shiny new machine – all chrome and glistening black paint on the outside and carpeting and posh comfort on the inside.
"Fuck, it's them already!" Desiree hissed under her breath. Jerking on the reins, the mount wheeled around and galloped back into the woods, Desiree's plump tits bouncing crazily.
"Was that really Desiree?" Kevin asked, the throbbing in his balls almost painful now, begging for release.
Mike didn't answer. He was lost in a long-forgotten memory that was now running through his mind as clearly as if the incident had happened only yesterday.
Mike was twenty at the time, riding his favorite stallion, Champion. He was checking the cattle and fences, making sure that there were no problems with the young calves that had been born that spring.
Desiree, a young girl then, had blossomed into a shapely, sexy woman who turned men's head of any age. She was riding with him.
Mike had been annoyed that Desiree insisted on riding along. He had often thought of fucking his young sister, but the continual stream of mindless chatter she put out bothered him after only a few minutes.
Without warning, Desiree pulled the rifle from under her leg and shot at a rabbit. The rifle's explosion caught Champion by surprise, and he reared on his back legs, causing Mike to roll off the rump of the horse and land on his head and shoulders.
Mike was unconscious for a couple minutes, with Desiree leaning over him, crying uncontrollably, convinced that she had killed her older brother. But when he came to and she saw the look of rage in his eyes, Desiree knew she was in even bigger trouble.
Mike got to his feet, his eyes cold and hard with rage. His first impulse was to slap his sister silly, but she was so sorry, so damn sorry, that he couldn't do anything but glare at her with frustrated anger.
"Don't tell Papa!" Desiree said, moving closer to Mike, putting her hands on his expansive chest. "Please don't tell Papa! He'll whip me if you tell him!"
Mike still didn't say anything. Desiree was absolutely miserable, and he decided that she should stay that way for a while longer. Then Desiree dropped to her knees in the tall grass, wrapping her arms around Mike's thighs.
"Please don't tell Papa what I done! I promise I'll make it up to you! I promise! I'll do anything! Anything!"
The itching in Mike's balls told him what he wanted. It was what he always wanted, any time of day or night. And now he had his chance. The perfect opportunity had presented itself… and he wasn't going to pass it up.
Mike took Desiree by the shoulders and pushed her backward, causing her to fall on her ass with her legs kicking crazily skyward. She stared at him, her eyes still wide with fear, oblivious to what Mike had in mind.
Taking his belt, Mike unfastened it. His Colt revolver and holster fell to the ground. Next, he grabbed the tab of his zipper and brought it down, his eyes never leaving Desiree's. And then, reaching into his fly, he pulled out his half-hard prick.
Desiree stared at his long, thick piece of cock-meat. She knew what was expected of her and she swallowed hard, building up her courage. If only Mike would say something, she thought, then it wouldn't be so bad! But he just stands there! Quiet! Seething in anger! I'll do it! I have to do it! Desiree pulled her knees back under her body and crawled closer to Mike again. He stood with his hands in his hips, eyes glowing now with a combination of lust and anger, and Desiree felt his gaze on her fat tits.
"Okay," she said quietly, "I'll do it. But you can't tell Papa what I done." Desiree cautiously reached out and curled her fingers around the thick shaft of Mike's prick. She felt its warmth against her palm, and felt his cock throb instantly at her touch, getting longer and considerably more thick. Her dark-brown eyes with mascara-tinged lashes were wet pools of fear as she licked her lips, making them glisten in the sunlight.
"I'll suck your cock," Desiree said, her face so close to Mike's cock that he felt the warmth of her breath on his cockhead. "I'll suck your…" Desiree opened her mouth wide and pushed her face forward. Her full, moist lips made contact with the knob only briefly before she took his prickhead into her mouth. Her tongue rubbed against the underside of Mike's prick as her lips closed around his cockshaft.
Cocksucking was a new experience for Desiree. Other boys had felt her big tits – they just seemed to draw attention wherever she went – and Desiree had even allowed one handsome man in town feel her pussy through her panties. But she had never sucked cock before and really didn't know what was expected of her.
Mike looked down at his sister. She was, without a doubt, incredibly beautiful. Short brown hair, parted down the middle and combed back in the wind-blown look. Eyes so large and brown that a man could get lost in them. Tits as big as any he had ever seen and promising to get bigger still.
Desiree felt his prick throb in her mouth, and she pushed forward a little, taking more of his awesome cock-meat into her mouth. When Mike gave his hips a small jerk, his fat cockhead slammed against the back of her mouth. Then he pulled back so that only the very tip of his prick-knob was still between her lips, and she knew what she was supposed to do. Desiree squeezed his cockshaft tighter in her fist and bobbed her head slowly, taking his prick deep into her mouth before pulling back.
"Unnng!" Desiree groaned, not really caring for the taste of her brother's cock. Still, she realized that she had done something stupid and this was the price she had to pay. But if it was so terrible to have a fat, rigid cock in her mouth, how come Desiree's pussy was getting moist and her panties felt like they were wet clean through to her jeans? Desiree tried to ignore the feeling in her cunt. She wasn't supposed to like this, and she wasn't going to allow herself to. Except…
Mike rolled his hips back and forth slowly, fucking his hard, wide prick into his sister's mouth. She couldn't take much of the cock into her mouth, inexperience had dictated that, but she could take all of the head and several inches of the shank. And that, along with her hand that squeezed the root of Mike's cock-meat, was enough to please him.
Desiree flicked her tongue over the tip of Mike's cock and tasted the pre-cum that trickled from the slitted opening in the center of the crown. The fluid was creamy in texture and very salty. Desiree had always thought that the taste of cum would disgust her – she had heard older girls talking about sucking cock and how they swallow cum to please their men and themselves – but instead she found jism strangely appealing. In fact, she rather enjoyed the fat cock-knob that drooled fuck cream onto her tongue.