“I never truly appreciated it before,” she said, peeling away his lower garments. “I thought all dicks would be like yours. But they’re just not.” She kissed his balls. “Not Chris’…Not…his.”
Jack trembled as her icy mouth enveloped him. As her words massaged his ego, her mouth massaged his cock. He lay back down as her circling tongue warmed. He groaned and stroked her hair as she marked him with her saliva.
“Oh, Becca…”
Jack let his face soak up the lowering sun. He groaned each time she made his balls tingle. His hand rose and fell as her head bobbed. It’s how things used to be before Chris came along. Far too long since he’d last visited her mouth, it wouldn’t be long until he filled it again. Stalling his pleasure, Jack frowned as she left him to squat at the edge of the pond. Becca scooped some water into her hand. Returning to him, she dropped a knee either side of his thick thigh.
“Here, drink,” she said.
Cool beads of water dotted his chest as he supped from her hand. Becca drained the rest as she mounted his thigh. From under her skirt, smooth, legs poured either side of him.
“I think my pee gives it an interesting twang,” Jack joked.
Becca’s eyes sharpened as she pulled off his t-shirt. Soft hands roamed his solid pecs.
“The men in this family are so hairy,” she said before sucking his nipple.
She tucked his cock under her top and pressed it against her flat belly. Jack groaned as she stroked him through the cotton material. From the sweat and precum, her tummy was almost as wet as the panties fusing to his thigh. Jack squeezed her denim ass while burying his face in her chest. Becca leaned close and threw her arms around his neck.
“Do you have a condom?” she whispered.
Jack found it difficult to pull away from her breasts.
“It’s not the sort of thing I think of when going for a walk with my sister.”
“More fool you.”
Becca sighed in frustration as she humped his leg. Her forehead rested against his shoulder. Grinding his cock against her skin felt good, but Jack instinctively knew how much better she could feel. That didn’t mean it was right. Curiosity was wearing him down as her desperate jolts painfully pulled at his leg hair. His voice was low and raspy.
“Maybe just the tip? Just for a minute?”
It all happened so beautifully quick. Becca perched up, pushed aside the thin layers between her legs, and impaled herself on her brother. She let out a long cry and squeezed his shoulders as she slid down his fat cock.
“Jesus! Becca!
Jack held tight her swivelling hips as rusty springs whined. So much for “just the tip,” he revelled in discovering what only a few privileged brothers would know. His groans were deep, and reminiscent of men’s everywhere who too had received their sister’s most precious gift. Her mouth had been one thing, but the warm, squishy sensation of her pussy was ethereally divine.
“You’re so fucking tight!”
Becca jammed her tongue down his throat as their sex began to find rhythm. Squeezing his shaft, her wet womanhood rose and fell on his meaty pole. Jack groped her breasts like a wild beast. A celestial energy he’d never experienced before flowed through his entire body. Her possessed humping brought an intense tingling to his virgin balls.
“Becca…I can’t….I think I’m gonna cum!”
“No, wait!” She said, pinning him hard against the sofa. “I’m nearly there!”
Perhaps his sister didn’t know how dicks worked after all. Jack’s cock certainly wasn’t going to follow commands anymore. His hands loosened on her vigorous hips. Before his eyes rolled back, he peered through overhanging branches and caught a glimpse of an orange sky. It felt like time had stopped as his balls surrendered their load. A tube in his cock filled and refilled as a shuddering Becca howled on top of him. Every bird must have shot from their nest at the orgasmic moment. The gushing pressure of his thick fluid being forced down her forbidden canal was euphoric. Her convulsing squirts relentless, he was happy to have at least made her finish too.
***
“Look at me,” Becca said, gently holding his stubbled chin. She pressed her forehead against his and breathed on his face. “I fucking love you.”
Becca nestled her head against his hairy chest. Hungry chicks squealed for their mothers in the trees above them. Dusk brought a fresh chill that harassed their exposed skin. It wasn’t much, but Jack dragged his t-shirt over them.
“Want to start a fire?” Becca said.
“We should probably head back. They’ll be wondering where we are.”
“Let them wonder,” she said, planting soft kisses on his chest. “Let them all wonder.”
Noses brushed before they kissed. Jack threaded her hair with his fingers. He wasn’t sure why Becca was grinning.
“I can feel you, Jack. There’s so much. It’s like you peed inside me!”
Jack could indeed feel his cream escape her and ooze down his greasy shaft. He groaned as she shifted on his dick.
“You know, you should try some of dad’s protein shake stuff,” she said, massaging his chest. “Imagine how good you’d look if you bulked up like him.”
“That’s ok. I’m big where it matters,” he said as he smothered her giggles with a kiss.
“Everything will change now, wont it?” This place will disappear, we’ll get jobs, and life will go on.”
“I guess,” Jack replied, caressing her waist. “It’s hard to know what the future will bring. I’m glad we…have today.”
Becca livened up and beamed her perfect smile. He had no doubt she could feel him swelling inside her.
“I fucking love how hard you get for me!” She said as her waist swivelled with renewed purpose.
Removing her top, he halted the cold with his beefy arms. Juicy tits swayed as she fucked. Now it was his turn to suck on hardened nipples. For a girl that didn’t work out much, Becca certainly kept an attractive figure. ‘Fortunate genes and a healthy diet of sex,’ he figured. Jack was glad his balls weren’t surrendering so easy this time. His eyes wandered from breast to belly. He discovered a few more “art pieces” she’d secretly acquired.
“I suppose dad’s seen these too?” he said, slowly dragging a finger down an inky rose vine.
Becca’s dark eyes locked with his.
“Yes…” She bounced faster. “Yes! Oh, fuck yes!”
The sunken sun had thrown a crimson shade across the evening sky. The day’s dust was visible in the dying light. Neither the squawking birds nor the trickle of the nearby stream were able to drown out their passion. Fused together under the sleepy trees, her words swam around in his head. Jack didn’t know what the future held in store. As for that evening, he’d enjoy the secrets of his sister’s body. He was determined to show his love for her by making her scream blissfully into the stars above.