As long as she got his cum, she was happy.
All too soon, the fountain of salty jism died. She kept sucking until his penis slipped from between her lips, dead for the second time that night. But Lisa knew it would rise up like a Phoenix from its ashes. It wouldn't stay dead long.
Not as long as she could suck on it.
She felt powerful fingers lifting her face upwards.
"You're wonderful, Sis. And do you see what I meant about being made to do something you enjoy? It gives the act a whole new meaning."
"Says you. I just love giving head."
"And you've got some of my jizz dribbling down your chin. Let me take care of that for you."
His lips closed on her smooth flesh and he began sucking off the tiny river of his own cum. When his tongue started licking and giving her a cat bath, she quivered. It was a deep, wracking shudder.
He pulled her closer, kissed her fully on the lips. When their tongues reached out, she realized hers was still coated with his cum. That seemed to be what he was after. He stroked and caressed and sucked on her tongue until they were both exhausted.
She rested, her head against Steve's shoulder. For a long time, neither said a word.
Then, "I think you might be right, Steve. Forcing me to do something I enjoy does make it more exciting. But how far can you really think this goes with me?"
He smiled. He was determined to find out. The floodgates of passion had barely been cracked in his sister's body, of that he was sure.
And he wanted to be around when her full sexuality came pouring out. It would certainly be a hell of a lot of fun for both of them!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Snuggling close to her brother, Lisa said, "It seems so strange. I just can't figure it all out, Steve."
"What's that? Your push-pull attraction to being used?"
"Used isn't the word I had in mind, but you've got the subject right. I can't kick the feeling you might be right on with what you said. Maybe I do think I need a guy to tell me what to do. It's so hard to get it squared away in my head."
"Feelings are never easy to analyze. Especially when it's you doing the work on yourself," he told her.
"So you can do a better job?"
"Sure. I can be more objective."
"The hell you can. I know how you got it up. When I flashed a little pussy at you. Objective, shit! You're just out after a hot twat."
He couldn't argue with that. The idea of fucking his own sister had been with him too many years for him to lie and get by with it. His cock would put up immediate proof of any such lie.
"Won't argue that. But I can see you from a different viewpoint. Son of getting out and away, you know?"
"No. And I don't think you do, either."
"Look, Lisa, this is absurd. You don't have to believe me. I'm no $50 an hour shrink. I'm just your brother and I've just been around you a hell of a long time. I think I know what makes you tick pretty well."
"So my price tag's $50 an hour, huh? Sounds like I could go hook and make a good bit of spending money."
"Christ, how can I talk to you when all you've got on your mind is stupid obstinate…"
"Oh, cool it, Steve," she told him. "It's nothing to get all hot and bothered over."
Her tone told him more than her words. She had been taunting him with some purpose in mind. The way her hands strayed over his body told him she was getting horny again and wanted his prick where it would do the most good for both of them.
Up her twat.
The word game was just that, a game. But to what purpose?
"You don't, huh! I'll show you!"
The look on her face told him all he needed to know. She wanted a little of the action he'd been talking about. He realized how the fellatio had subtly changed intent.
He'd ordered her to do it, sure. But she'd ended up controlling him. Both of them knew it. And both of them wanted it tote different. She could suck any guy off. As lovely as she was, it wouldn't have been hard finding likely candidates for her sucking lips.
She wanted him to really take command, really show her what he had been saying. He found the dim stirrings in his prick were becoming more insistent as he thought about it. If he did fuck her – on his terms – they'd both be happy.
He'd certainly enjoy it and her pussy would get what it was still drooling for. The spot on her jeans had never gone away. If anything, it had enlarged. She was hungry for sex, for cock, for fucking.
The man smiled. He'd let her have all three and then some!
"Look, Lisa, I'm just trying to help you. If you don't want my advice, say so or shut up. I'm sick of you talking back."
"And I'm sick of your tone! I'll do what I damn well please!" She stood and started to walk away. He stopped her.
Dragging her back to sit beside him on the couch, he told her, "You'll do no such thing. First, you apologize. Then, well, then we'll have to see what… hey!"
She pulled free of his grip and ran from the room. She had the entire house plan memorized. In the dark, she could find her way around far better than, he could. On impulse, he decided to leave the lights out. It'd make the chase all the more exciting.
"Come back here, you little bitch! I'll show you! You're going to get your ass paddled good for this!"
"Threats, threats, threats!" she cried from the other room.
He ran in and felt like he was engulfed in black velvet. He hadn't realized how thick the darkness would be going from a lighted room into a completely darkened one.
He groped around for a few seconds until he could begin to see dim outlines. Gleaming whitely in the darkness was his sister's pert ass. She'd already shucked off her jeans and was bending over, her rear pointing straight toward his face.
"Go on, brother. Kiss my ass!" she taunted.
"I'll fuck your ass if I can get to you!"
He dived, arms reaching out for her legs. All he succeeded in doing was slapping his face into her butt. She was wiggling and turning away as soon as she heard his feet on the carpet prepare for the leap.
She shivered as she felt his mouth brush gently on her bottom. He had kissed her ass before she eluded him. The thrill that went through her was indescribable. Never had she thought of being chased around mother-naked as being a turn-on.
She was wrong.
"So you decided to take my advice, huh? You actually did kiss my ass," she yelled, running from the room. She made sure every light switch she passed was turned off. No sense letting him have too big an advantage.
Her tits were heaving up and down from the sudden exertion of running. Or was it just the quick sprint that had done this to her? She couldn't quite figure it out. The exercise was mild in comparison to the horniness she felt rampaging through her body.
It was sexual excitement that caused her breath to come in the hurried gasps. No amount of exercise could have made her nipples begin to inflate like tiny balloons. And her tits threatened to explode at any second like overripe melons.
She rested against the cold counter in the kitchen. Being pursued by her brother was an entirely different sex game from any other she'd even thought up. And it was a world of difference between this and fleeing from her unseen, unknown rapist.
"I'll have to punish you for that," she heard him call from the next room. "I can't let you get by with this."
She didn't say a word. Her heart was hammering away wildly. She knew how the deer felt when being chased by the hunter. But this was infinitely more exciting.
When this hunger caught her, he'd use a fleshy sword on her tender cunt. There wouldn't be any bullet ripping through her flesh killing her. But she was still caught up in the hide and seek game.
"Come on, show yourself. I saw that ass of yours once. And when I find, it again, I'm going to spank it to a bright red. You're going to get your hide tanned and good!" he promised.