"Where were you?" Denny asked.
"In his car."
"You let him lick your pussy in his car?" Denny asked, shocked. He made a mental note that soon he would have to get a learner's permit and learn to drive himself.
"Right," Joyce said matter-of-factly. "I took my panties off and then he lapped and sucked between my legs for a long, long time. I didn't ever want him to stop, Denny. I mean it! I never felt anything so heavenly in my life. His tongue was just like a mop-his mouth was like a-a vacuum cleaner. He took each side of my pussy deep into his mouth and gobbled and gobbled. I mean, it was heaven! He spread the lips apart with his hand and licked right against the top, you know?"
Denny felt his sister's hand moving beneath the covers.
"Right up here. Ummm," she continued. "You know the way you've done it when you've finger-fucked me? Well, he did it the same way, except he used his tongue. Denny! It was like I was coming every second. Honest! He sucked and sucked and twirled with his tongue against my clit until I thought I was going out of my mind. I kept yelling 'faster, faster' and he wagged his head from side to side, pressing his tongue harder. Hey, what are you doing, Denny?" Joyce asked.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Denny said. "I'm jerkin' off. I can't listen to this without doing something. Go ahead, sis."
"Well, my whole body went limp and it felt like a million pinpricks running up and down my spine and even inside my-my bottom. No fooling. That's how good it was! My bung and boobies were tingling! Everything tingling and feeling good."
"But you didn't let him fuck you?" Denny asked.
"No, but he did stick his prick between my legs and-and we pretended to fuck. But not really. Not inside. I wouldn't let him stick his wiener inside 'cause I don't want to get pregnant. Besides, he's so big I'm not sure I could fuck him. He really wanted to though."
Denny was thumping his own meat faster now. "Yeah, I b-bet he did," he stammered. "I–I want to fuck you, too."
Joyce seemed to ignore his request, like always.
"Yes, Roger is awfully big," she said. "I'd rather be fucked by someone smaller the first time, you know? But what Roger did to me was really wonderful, huh? Anybody who would suck you that way is truly a marvelous person, huh?"
Denny wanted to suck his sister's cunt that very instant, but he wondered if maybe he could suck her and then fuck her, too. "Is Roger really that much bigger than me?" Denny asked.
"Yes," Joyce said, "but your prick is bigger around. I guess he's about eight inches. Yours isn't eight inches, is it?"
Denny was still thumping his prick with his right hand. "N-Not q-quite," he said. Actually, he was pretty sure it was six inches. "You're sure none of his sperm went inside your pussy?"
"Positive," Joyce said. "I made him shoot his sperm onto my tummy. Boy, I came close to letting him fuck me, though. I was really mushy and slippery inside, and I wanted to know what it feels like to have a boy's thing pumping inside of me."
"I wanna know how it feels, too," Denny said. "Let's do it, sis. Come on. I'm really hot right now. Come on."
"I'm still afraid of getting pregnant," Joyce said, breathing faster herself. "No, I'm afraid even a little bit that your sperm might make me pregnant. Sperm is amazing stuff."
Suddenly the strongest urge of his life came over Denny. They had been lying on their sides, facing each other, while he pounded his meat and his sister talked about making French love. Now Denny's prick stood as firm and hard and straight as he could ever remember. He reached out, touched his sister's beautiful tits and began massaging them, rolling the nipples between his fingers, pulling, tugging pleadingly. She let him run his hand over her rounded belly, even let him begin fingering her cunt. He knew he wanted to make French love to her-first to her titties and then to her pussy. He wanted to drink love-juice from his sister's hole in the worst possible way. His entire body was trembling.
"Please?" he gasped. "Joyce, can I please?"
Joyce was panting, too. "W-What do you want to do, Denny?"
Why was his own sister torturing him? "I–I've always been afraid to ask a girl to let me make French love," he said. "Can I do it to you? Please? You let Roger do it, didn't you? Won't you let your own brother kiss you down there?"
Joyce reached down and took hold of her brother's rock-hard prong. "Ouuuhhh, you're really hard, Denny. You're all wet, too. But we're getting older now. I–I don't know if we should. Do you think a brother and sister should keep on doing things to each other when they're fourteen and fifteen?"
Denny kept working on her titties-steadily stroking her cunt top, too.
"Ohhhh, Denny, that does feel good though… oh, yessss… press a little harder… ohhhh… "
Denny had ceased pounding his erection completely now. Frantically, he massaged his sister's luscious tits, rolling the erect nipples and forefingers with one hand, alternating quickly back and forth between her heaving ivory mounds, while his other hand tantalized the top of her fiery wet slit. She began moaning and jerking on his dripping rod harder now, bending it, loving the thickness and stiffness of it. He could tell she loved his cock. He asked her if she loved his prick, and she said she loved it more than anything. Then he told her he loved her tits and pussy more than anything, too. He asked her if Roger had done her tits and pussy better, and she said, no.
He leaned over and kissed her breast and let his tongue play against its tip. She was really breathing hard and fast now. "You're going to let me do everything you let Roger do, aren't you?" he asked, then began nursing hard on the nipple.
She didn't answer. She just moaned and held his head hard against her heaving bosom and began pumping her hips to meet his finger against her cunt top.
"Shouldn't you let your brother do things first?" he asked then. "So you'll b-be experienced and-and know what to expect? Shouldn't you?" He quickly returned his mouth to her nipple.
"Yessss," she sighed. "I guess I should… yesss…" Her hands fluttered hungrily over his cock and balls now, cradling and lovingly fondling his organ and flesh sack. "Your p-prick is sooo hard and it's dribbling all over m-my hand. Oh, Denny!"
Knowing girls liked breathing in their ears, Denny breathed hard in his sister's ear. "Joyce," his whispered, "I'm gonna make French love to you. We'll both love it. I–I'll do it better than Roger did… you'll see. Ummmm. I can't help it… I want to lick your pussy… I have to lick your cunt…"
Denny heard his own words pouring forth, and he knew that he loved his sister more than any female and that he could not control his feelings or actions at that moment. Joyce was so smooth, so beautiful. He felt so comfortable, so safe with her. He had to kiss and lick the wetness between her legs-gobble her luscious, tight cunt up and taste its juicy beauty. He wanted to lick and gorge himself on everything she owned that was flesh and female. And he wanted to prove to her he was even more sexy than Roger.
Suddenly, boldly, he reached over and turned on the lamp between the two beds. "I want to stare at your pussy a second before I eat it," he said. "The way you used to let me study it, huh?" Without protest, she drew her knees up high then, against her chest, and he slid down so that he could stare right into his sister's gorgeous cunt. Why had he never eaten his sister's pussy before, he wondered. He guessed it was merely a matter of growing up. He had been afraid Joyce would consider him an animal, a freak. But now another male had eaten his sister's cunt, so it was all right. Now he adoringly examined every little fold of pink, wet, glistening flesh in the soft light.