"Yes, I will," he heard himself say. "I'll fuck you, baby sister."
CHAPTER THREE
Paul swallowed hard, his eyes glued to his sister's pussy. The delicate blond hairs seemed to make the narrow, glistening slit even more vulnerable than he had imagined.
"You sure you want this?" he asked. "It might hurt. It might hurt a lot."
"I don't care if it kills me," Robin whispered, her blood racing. "I want it."
Paul looked at his sister and tried to smile. His heart was almost pounding out of his chest. God, she was beautiful! Her long, blond hair was almost white from weeks in the sun, her skin a dark, rich tan. He placed his large hands on her tiny waist and kneaded her firm skin gently. He lowered his face and touched his lips to her throbbing, pink nipples. He felt his sister jerk from the electric jolt of pleasure his mouth gave her.
"Oh God, I can't wait!" Robin moaned. "Fuck me, Paul! Fuck me now!"
Although Paul was experiencing the same anguished ecstasy, he knew he had to go slow. Take her gently, he kept saying to himself. Don't just give her a fuck. Give her a memory.
"Let me get you a little slicked up, first," he said, rolling over and kneeling between her thighs. "I don't think I could even get my finger inside that little pussy, much less my dick!"
Robin didn't exactly know what he was talking about, but whatever he had in mind, she was all for it! She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly, ripples of anticipation shimmering up and down her spine. She felt his hot mouth gently clamp around her breasts, his teeth chewing tenderly on the jutting, rubbery nipples. She gasped from the pleasure.
"God, this is sweet!" Paul mumbled, lapping around the delicious, thick mounds. "So ripe and beautiful!"
Robin couldn't imagine a more sensual, all-consuming sensation. His hot, wet mouth and eager tongue seemed to pull her entire body into his throat, where she was caressed and fondled by a million soft fingers.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, biting her bottom lip.
"So hot and… and… ohuuuunnnnh!"
Paul slid his fingers down to her hips, rubbing his palms against her sensitive, delicate flesh. It took every ounce of control he could muster not to tear her legs apart and slam his cock wildly into her pussy right then and there! The lush growth of cunt hair pressed against his chest, smearing his skin with the hot, creamy juice from her steaming pussy. He inched downward, until the hairs tickled his chin.
Robin cried out when she felt a stabbing, hard mound of wet flesh jam into her pussy. She looked down and saw her brother's mouth totally encircling the outer folds of her slit, his nose grinding into her pubic hair.
"Oh, that's so good!" she grunted. "Don't stop! God, don't ever stop!"
Paul placed his hands on either side of her raw, hungry cunt and gently pulled the opening apart with his thumbs. His mouth immediately met a warm, throbbing gash of delicious, creamy pussy. His sister's tiny, throbbing clit vibrated against his front teeth. He licked upward, stroking the small shaft of meat with his tongue. The taste of her cunt inflamed him with almost uncontrollable passion. He sucked longingly, savoring the perfumed and virginal juices, delighting in the fragile, delicate texture.
"Oh baby sister!" he moaned, lapping his tongue upward. "So fucking sweet!"
Although Robin didn't understand his muffled words, the tone of his voice vibrated into the back of her cunt, the upward, jamming into her lungs.
"Eat me! Oh God, eat me alive!" she gasped. "Paul, chew up my pussy and swallow it!"
Paul wanted nothing more than to do just that. He bit down on the pink walls of her pussy and nipped with his teeth. He ground his mouth fully against the opening and darted his tongue as far as it would go. It was immediately wrapped in a frothy blanket of creamy muscle, constricting and pulling.
Robin felt an explosion of thundering release. Like a million, icy needles piercing every nerve in her body, she convulsed in an unbelievable torrent of raw passion. Her pussy tunnel locked around her brother's tongue in a vise-like grip, trying to swallow it into her guts.
Her orgasm was the last straw for Paul. He knew he had to wait a little longer, to get her tiny slit used to the probing sensations of his tongue, to prepare her for what was to come. His body jerked violently, his muscles creaking in their joints.
"God, I can't wait!" he groaned, pulling up on top of her body. "I'm sorry, but I just can't!"
"Do it!" Robin wailed out. "Fuck me now! Slam it in hard! Oh God, fuck meeee!"
Paul humped forward with his hips, pressing his enormous cockhead against the slick, frothy opening of her pussy. God, it was even tighter than he believed possible! He spread her legs with his knees and lunged his cock between the creamy cunt lips.
Robin froze from a mixture of pleasure and pain. The hard, round ball of his prick stretched and pulled against her slit opening with savage force. She knew it would be impossible for her tiny pussy to take any more. She just knew it!
When Paul withdrew slightly, just nuzzling the end of his dick against her opening, Robin felt an enormous wave of relief. Then another stab of hot, piercing pain.
Paul thrust his prick back inside her cunt, squeezing in about two inches of his enormous shaft, then lay there, letting her get used to it.
"Hurt?" he murmured.
"Yes," Robin whispered honestly. "But I wouldn't have it any other way!"
When it seemed her taut, steel-trap cunt muscles relaxed slightly, Paul slowly withdrew his cock about an inch. He felt her muscles contract, holding his cockhead inside her opening. Again he rested, and then slipped forward, now about four inches inside her. Robin grunted.
"Want me to stop?" he asked. "It still isn't too late."
"No! God no! I want it! Shove it all the way in! Hurt me! The pain is so wonderful! Fuck me!"
Again, Paul withdrew slightly, then thrust back m, until his cockhead met the thin membrane of her virginity. The elastic sheath slipped around his prick like a warm, tight glove. He nudged forward, feeling a slight ripping sensation, then pulled back.
"Is it over?" Robin asked, feeling the warm trickle of blood ooze around the walls of her pussy. "Did you do it?"
"Not quite," Paul grunted, grinding back against the translucent membrane. "But soon," he added. "Get ready."
He withdrew almost completely from her tight pussy, and then taking a deep breath, he lunged forward, ramming the full length of his cock deeply into her guts. As his cockhead tore through the sheath of virginity, he could almost hear a ripping, breaking sound.
For the first time in her life, Robin knew what real pain was. It jammed into her backbone like a screaming, exploding bomb, shattering every molecule in her body. And then, as the fireball of horror reached the outermost limit of endurance, an icy bath of release swept over the pain, crushing it, grinding it out.
"Ohhhhhhhhh Godddd!" she bellowed, an almost silent gasping scream.
Savage, brutal spasms of climax burned into her pussy, engulfing her with total release. She knew then – at that very moment – all other pleasure would be a mere imitation of what she knew now. This was the top, the peak, the quintessence of joy, and in that second of anguish, she wanted to die, to take with her to the grave, this eternal feeling she would never know again.
Idealistic as her thoughts might have been, she had no real idea of what was about to transpire.
Paul held his little sister with a loving, hungry embrace, ready to show her a world of pleasure. And Robin was ready to receive what he had to offer.
Robin had made the step – the giant leap from all that she had ever known. She was no longer a little girl.
She was a woman.
CHAPTER FOUR