She sighed. "All right, Tommy. Do it your way, but I warn you, I'm gonna keep you on top of me till I get it… right."
"You're gonna get it right, Elly. Don't you go worrying about that now. I know what I'm doing. You ain't the first girl I've topped."
She giggled. "What an awful way to put it, but I kind of like it."
"Yes," she gasped. "It's pretty good, Tommy."
I felt her wrap her arms about my body and then her legs went around mine. She seemed to know what she was doing all right, for she hooked her toes and feet around my ankles just right. Man, it felt great. I moved faster now and she squealed.
"Tommy," she gasped. "Can't you make it go deeper?"
"Sure," I grunted, and began to really pump it into her. I went as deep as I could and got a bit rough about it, too, but she seemed to like this just fine.
"Tommy," she breathed. "Don't you go telling anyone now, will you?"
"No," I said, struggling for air. "Shut up about that, can't you?"
She was silent for a moment. The only sounds I heard from her were her hard, fast breathing ones and the little suction sounds that came from her box as I went in and out. "Tommy," she said, her voice breaking. "It feels… Just… Wonderful."
"Yeah," I said. "Wonderful."
A moment later she muttered something I couldn't understand.
"Huh?" I asked, not caring but asking it anyhow. "What?"
"Faster, Tommy. Now you can go faster. I think I'm coming."
I speeded up my movement still more and also went as deeply into her as I could. She hung onto me with her arms like mad. Man, did my little sister ever like it. She was the hottest little gal I had ever seen, no mistake about it. I even wondered why I hadn't tried to screw her before, but I guess there's a first time for everything.
"Tommy," she cried out. "Don't… slow down. Go… hard now. Pump… it into me. I'm going… off… off… Oh… Tommy… Oh…" This really drove me nuts, hearing her say this. Her body was as stiff as a board and yet it was relaxed, too, if that makes any sense. I pumped like a wild guy now and she began to scratch my bare back fiercely while holding my ankles with her feet so tightly I figured she'd have to end up busting a leg or something, maybe hers, maybe mine.
"Squirt it into me, Tommy," she begged. "I'm going off."
I really pumped it into her then and the whole world seemed to explode in my face, my eyes got dim, my head spun, my spine seemed to break in two. I thought the top of my head wag going to fly off into space as I squirted my stuff into her cunt and she pumped away at me as if wanting it to continue for a whole week or something. Even after I had drained myself of all my juice she kept on pumping at me with her box and I was damned if I didn't start squirting all over again. This time I blew off even more than the first time, and when my stuff hit her, she squealed and seemed to go smack out of her mind.
"My brother's fuckin' me!" she squealed. "My own brother's fuckin' me!" She said it half a dozen times and I thought for certain she had flipped, but then she stopped it.
I stopped, too. Stopped moving in her and lay on top of her, my hard-on buried deeply inside her and every now and then – even though neither of us was moving a muscle – I would squirt a little into her.
"Wonderful, Tommy," she breathed in my ear, and before I could stop her, she had placed her mouth over my lips and was tongue-fucking me.
What a kid sister I had. Terrific. I knew one thing for sure now. Whenever I got hard up all I had to do was to get Elly alone somewhere. Elly was willing and I was eager. Man, what a gas it was going to be.
I thought.
CHAPTER TWO
The trouble was, I didn't have a chance to be alone with her for at least a month. Our parents always seemed to be in the house at the wrong time and this just about drove me crazy. It wasn't until the woman moved into the house down the street that I began to forget – for the time being – about Elly and what she could do for me. I first learned about the woman living on the corner of Third and State streets by accident. I was walking past her house one day, trying to think up something groovy to do, when I heard her call out.
"Boy. You there. Come here a moment." I stopped in my tracks and glanced up at the dark-haired woman on the porch. She was about thirty, I figured, and built like crazy. That was the first thing I noticed. Next I noticed that she was smiling at me and she had a real great smile. Her teeth were white and even and her tits were big.
"Yes, Ma'am," I said politely. "Were you talking to me?"
"Yes, boy. Come up on the porch, would you please?"
"Sure."
I went up the steps and stopped on the top one.
"You look like a nice strong boy. Would you like a little job?"
"Sure," I said. "What do you want me to do, Ma'am?"
"It's not much. Just carry out my garbage."
"Okay," I said, wondering why a big strong woman like her couldn't carry out a bit of garbage.
"I'll pay you fifty cents for it. Will that be sufficient?"
"Yeah. I mean, yes. That'll be fine, Ma'am."
"Good. Come inside, please."
I followed her into the house and she took hold of my arm in the nicest way imaginable. I almost got the hots just from her touching me. She took me to the kitchen and pointed at one dinky little sack on the floor. "That's the garbage. Carry it to the curb, boy."
"Is that all you have?" I blurted. "That's not much garbage." I glanced into a corner of the room and saw what looked to be a movie camera. I wondered if she made a lot of home movies. But the camera didn't look like a home movies type. It was much larger.
She smiled nicely. "I just moved in yesterday. Haven't had time to collect a lot of it. Take it to the curb and then come back and I'll give you your fifty cents, boy."
"All right," I said. I carried the dinky sack out of the house, placed it down near the curb on Third Street and returned to the rear door. I stood there peering though the screen of the door. "It's all done," I said, trying to see her.
"Just a minute," she said. "Be right with you, boy."
I remained standing there and a couple of minutes passed by before she thrust open the screen door and, smiling nicely again, beckoned me to enter. I stepped inside and saw immediately that she was wearing only a bra and very tiny shorts now. I drew in my breath at the sight of her tummy, all bare and tanned and nice. Her belly-button fascinated me and I could hardly tear my eyes from it, but I managed to do so and looked up at her titties. There were even bigger than I had thought, really enormous, and stood straight out. I tell you, they were enough to drive a young guy half nuts. She caught me looking at them, but she only smiled.
"That wasn't too difficult a job, was it, boy?"
"Beg your pardon, Ma'am?" I said. I think I flushed a bit.
"I mean about the garbage, boy. Come in the other room and I'll see if I can find fifty cents."
"You don't have to pay me nothing, Ma'am," I blurted. "That's okay."
"Oh, but I insist," she said, smiling again. "Fifty cents isn't very much these days."
I noted that she was wearing no shoes and there was something wild about seeing this grownup woman dressed as she was and barefoot, too. I had never seen this much of a grown woman's body before, at least not this close up.
She turned and walked into the front room and I followed her and waited while she fumbled around in her purse. Finally she found two quarters and handed them to me. I stuck them in my pocket and looked at her tittles again. I guess I must have appeared nervous because she pressed my arm gently and smiled again.
"Is something wrong, boy?" she asked softly, silkily.
"No, Ma'am. Thanks for the fifty cents."
"You're welcome, I'm sure. Tell me, boy." Here she looked me over carefully. "Do you live nearby?"