Chapter 3

When Abby awakened the next morning, she was filled with shame. As soon as the reverend left the house, she knelt by the bed and tearfully prayed for over an hour, begging forgiveness for her evil sinning. Accompanying her husband to church the following Sunday, she was still filled with guilt and remorse.

After the services that day, Reverend Walker once more excitedly watched little Marci Wilks and her brother get into their father's car for the ride out to their farm. The reverend couldn't understand why, but he seemed to get a hard-on every time he saw the cute, blonde youngster.

Driving home with her dad and brother, Marci's mind was on a conversation she had had with her friend Joyce Gibson before church this morning. Joyce had excitedly told her about sucking off her older cousin last night.

"Did it taste icky?" Marci had wanted to know.

"Shit, no," her friend had giggled. "It's sorta slippery, but it has a neat flavor."

"What does a cock feel like," was Marci's next question, starting to get all hot and itchy between her legs as she listened to Joyce.

"Haven't you ever played with a guy's prick?"

"You know I haven't," Marci said and giggled.

"You're missing a lot," her friend had sighed. "I just love hard cocks."

"What do they feel like?"

"Well." Joyce had paused, a warm glow in her eyes. "It's sorta hard to explain. It feels a bit like soft, wet velvet stretched over a big hot pipe, except there's a hard, rubbery feeling to it, and it jerks and throbs in your hand."

Thinking about cocks now, as she was riding home from church, Marci was feeling all hot and sticky between her legs.

"And nothing feels better than a hard cock in your cunt," Joyce had said with a dreamy expression on her face.

"I'd be afraid to let a guy fuck me," Marci had admitted.

"Why?"

"I dunno. It sounds sorta scary."

"Then suck him off," her friend had suggested.

"How do I do that?"

"It's sorta like jacking him off, only you use your mouth."

"That doesn't tell me much," Marci had complained. "I don't know anything about jacking off either."

"Why don't you get Kirk to teach you," Joyce had suggested, referring to Marci's older brother.

Now, riding home next to her big brother in the car, Marci suddenly wondered if he might let her mess around with his prick.

That night when her father drove in to attend the evening services at the church, Marci plopped herself out on a deeply cushioned chair in the living room, her shapely young legs spread out in front of her. Thinking about the exciting conversation with Joyce this afternoon, her finger was absently tracing tiny circles around her navel that was deliciously exposed between her cut-offs and the halter that covered her firm young breasts. Sitting there with a dreamy expression in her eyes, she was a picture of innocent beauty, but her hot little pussy was burning with passion.

She was acutely aware of her brother sitting across the room, intently reading a sports magazine. Kirk's biggest interest was athletics, and next fall, as a senior, he would be captain of the high school football team. Looking at her handsome brother, Marci could understand why Joyce had suggested him as her teacher. Staring over at Kirk, she suddenly wondered if he would let her jack him off. He'd always treated her as his pesky little sister, but maybe she could change his mind this evening.

As the burning between her legs increased, Marci walked across the room and sat down on the floor in front of him.

"Kirk," she said when he paid no attention to her.

"Bug off, Sis," he muttered, not taking his eyes away from the magazine. "I'm trying to read."

"Kirk," she continued after a few moments of silence. "Do you like me?"

"Of course I do," he said, looking at her for the first time. "Why do you ask such a dumb question?"

"Well," she began slowly. "Will you show me your... er... th-thing?"

"What thing?" he asked, turning his attention back to the magazine.

"You know," she said, hesitating. "Your thing... your prick."

"What?" he gasped.

"Please, Kirk," she whispered.

"Have you lost your mind?" he asked in a stunned voice.

"Please, Kirk," she begged, her little pussy getting hotter by the second. "Just let me see it."

"My God!" he gasped. "I can't believe you!"

"Please?" she persisted, reaching for his zipper.

"Stop that!" he shouted, roughly pushing her hand away. "Why the hell do you want to see my prick?"

"Because I've never seen one!" she shouted back at him.

"You're not supposed to see one," he snapped, pushing her hand away again.

"Damn you!" she shouted, her eyes blazing with frustrated anger. "If you won't, I'll get some of your friends to show me their cocks!"

"You wouldn't dare!" he gasped.

"I sure would," his little sister hissed, reaching for his zipper again. "And you know they'd be more than happy to let me play with their pricks.

Knowing that she was right, he just stared at her with disbelief as she opened his fly. While he sat in stunned silence, she reached in and gently withdrew his soft, limp cock, staring with awe at the warm prick in her trembling hands.

In spite of the circumstances, the soft touch of her fingers on his prick sent a warm, tingling glow through his cock.

The exciting feeling between her legs increased as Marci felt his prick-shaft begin to swell and throb in her hand. Staring in complete fascination, she watched his swelling purple cock-head start protruding from his foreskin. Gently squeezing his prick, she couldn't believe how big his cock was getting.

"No, Sis, this isn't right," he weakly whispered as her hand began moving up and down the length of his fully erect cock.

The young girl had never been so excited in her life, and she was finding it difficult to breathe as her fingers explored every bump and vein on his big blood-engorged prick. Slowly skimming the soft foreskin up and down over his throbbing cock-shaft, she rubbed his deliciously hot cock-head against her soft, warm cheeks, up through her hair, under her chin and lightly across her moistly parted lips as his body trembled and lurched with ecstasy.

"Oh, God, Sis!" he whispered, completely surrendering to her loving caresses when she momentarily released his tingling boner from her fingers. "Don't stop honey... don't stop!"

Grasping his prick more firmly in her trembling hand, she was shocked at the expression on her brother's face. His mouth was gaping open, with his lips drawn back from his teeth while his glazed eyes rolled up crazily toward the ceiling.

A feeling of triumph surged through her body when Marci realized how easy it was to control a man's emotions through the manipulation of his cock. She couldn't believe the intense power she had over his body as she rapidly learned how to please him. The faster she stroked his cock, the wilder he shivered and lurched, and when she slowed down the action, he moaned and begged for more. This was the first time in years that her big brother hadn't dominated her.

"Please don't stop, Sis!" he groaned when she again momentarily released his prick. "Oh, God, honey, don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Kirk thought he would lose his mind with ecstasy as she brought him close to a climax time after time, only to let him slip back and skillfully bring him up again.

"Oh, God, honey, that feels so good!" he moaned as her gentle fingers continued deliciously stroking the length of his throbbing cock-shaft.