Chapter 3

Brad Shuman couldn't keep his mind, or his hands, off Shari any more than she could stop thinking about him. The same night he took her back to his apartment and ended up fucking her on the floor just inside the door, with most of her clothes still on her. Then he took her to his bedroom, ordered dinner sent in, and fucked her five more times during the night.

Shari was in heaven. Each time Brad fucked her, she came two or three times, all because he was so expert at arousing her, letting her simmer and explode with repeated orgasms. By morning her body was sore and tender all over. He told her to take the day off and left her in bed while he went to the office.

Instead of returning that night, Brad phoned to say he would have to go out of town on the spur of the moment. He would call her as soon as he got back. Shari returned home and tried not to think about all the wild fucking she had gone through with him.

She was lying in the bath, this time with the door closed, when her younger brother got home from school. She knew he was there, and that they were alone in the house. Her mother and father both worked.

"Sis?" It was John, rapping on the bathroom door. "Shari?"

But, unbelievably, Shari was so sore that she didn't want him to fuck her.

"Yes, I'm in here. Go away, Johnny."

"But I don't want to go away. You know what I want."

"I know what you want. But we can't. Please go away."

"Why can't we? I can't stop thinking about it."

"Well, you'd better."

Actually, she knew she couldn't blame him. It was only the wild fucking with Brad Shuman that had made her forget about doing it with Johnny. Just the thought of him standing there with his huge cock outside the bathroom door made her cunt gush fuck-juice, as sore as she was.

Nevertheless, she kept quiet about it. In a few seconds she couldn't hear him any more and assumed he had left.

But he hadn't left.

Minutes later, after she had dried herself and was leaving the bathroom wrapped in her bathrobe, she ran into him right outside the door.

"John!" she said, surprised to see him there.

Her brother took her shoulders in his hands. Shari glanced down and saw the huge lump made by his constricted cock in the crotch of his pants. The look in his eyes was fiery with lust for her. She couldn't help responding to him.

"Shari, I've got to have you!" he murmured hoarsely.

"Oh, Johnny, no," she said, twisting her body, trying to get away from him.

But she knew it would be so easy to give in. She thought that all her fucking with Brad had satisfied her, but she was sizzling with lust for her brother. And her twisting had loosened the belt of her bathrobe.

It fell open. John slipped his hands inside. He cupped and squeezed her full tits. His mouth slid down her neck to her throat.

"Ohhhhnnnnnn!" Shari moaned softly, in spite of her determination not to yield. "Johnny, you know we can't! We can't! Let me go!"

But he quickly dropped his mouth to her tits. He held one in both hands and fed her large nipple into his wet mouth. Shari felt her blood boil.

Her knees weakened. She trembled, throwing her head back, sighing as his mouth devoured her throbbing tit. Her cunt boiled and seethed with need for him.

"Ohhhhh, no no no!" she cried out, twisting away from him and running down the hall toward her bedroom.

She tried to close the door before he could get inside, but he was too strong for her. He forced his way in. His eyes were burning as he reached for her half-clothed body.

She tried to slip around him and back out the door, but he slammed it shut.

Shari gulped. She knew he was too strong for her.

She watched as he reached down and unzipped his pants. As the zipper came down, the blood in her throat pulsed wildly. He pushed his pants and shorts down at the same time, letting his enormous cock bob out.

It throbbed and twitched, rising steadily. Shari couldn't take her eyes off it. She shook her head as he came toward her again, the thick shaft of his rigid prick bobbing as he walked.

"Oh God, Johnny, it's so big!" she gasped. "I want it in me, but we can't! It's so wrong! I was wrong to do it once! We can't do it again! God, I want it!"

While she was mumbling to him, her brother was slipping her bathrobe off her shoulders. It fell at her feet. He ran his hot hands all over her luscious naked body, making Shari whimper with need.

"Oh Jesus, I don't care, just fuck me," she moaned. "Just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I need it! Please, Johnny, quick!"

They didn't even make it to the bed. He pulled her down with him to the floor, and before Shari could roll onto her back, he had grabbed her from behind. She was on her hands and knees, and John slid his cock deep into her flowing pussy from the rear, crouching over her uptilted ass.

"Unnngghhh!" she groaned as it fucked into her. "Oh shit, yessss! God, that feels so good! Ungghhhh!"

Delirious with lust, she swirled her ass back at his thrusting prick, feeling her hungry pussy crammed full of the huge cock-shaft. John ran his hands under her body to clutch her dangling tits. He squeezed them and fucked his cock deep into her cunt.

"Owwnnchhhggg!" Shari cried out, briefly seeing stars.

But the pain was outweighed by the frantic pleasure of having him fuck her hard with his enormous cock. The violent fucking he gave her had both of them climaxing in only a few minutes. John was on his knees behind her, fucking his cock up into her spasming pussy.

Shari felt her body erupt with a climax. She panted hysterically, throttled by hot spasms of pleasure just as she felt her brother's prick shoot off inside her.

"Ohhhnnn! Auunnggmieeee!" she wailed, clenching her teeth, trying not to fall on her stomach as he kept piercing her cunt sharply with his stroking cock. "Anngghiiieeee! Oh, Johnny, yesssss!"

"Onngghhmmpfff!" John grunted as his cock spewed jets of cum into her.

Just as they were locked together in a wild spasm of climax, Shari's bedroom door opened. She and John could hardly breathe, but they both turned their heads instinctively. Their father stood in the doorway, his face frozen in disbelief.

"My god!" he gasped.

"Oh shit," Shari whispered.

Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of a terrific orgasm. Her brother's gigantic cock was still embedded deep in her clinging cunt. He was panting helplessly, slumped over Shari's naked back.

For several seconds all three of them were paralyzed. Shari's father could hardly believe his eyes. And both Shari and John were stunned by embarrassment and shame.

"I don't believe this," her father said under his breath. "I just don't believe it."

Then he turned and left, pulling the door shut behind him.

Slowly, John pulled his cock out of Shari's dripping cunt, making her wince as he withdrew it. Being caught was bad, but worse was having her brother's wonderful huge prick taken out of her pussy.

They looked at each other, still unwilling to admit what had happened.

"Why didn't he knock?" John asked.

"Gosh, we probably sounded like two animals," Shari said.

"Yeah, it was good, wasn't it?" John grinned.

Shari nodded, unable to deny it. Good wasn't the word. Her whole body had exploded with a killing climax. But now they were in deep trouble.

"God, what are we going to do?" she asked.

Glumly, she and her brother both put their clothes back on. He left the room, and Shari sat on the edge of her bed, thinking about what she would say to her father when he finally confronted her.

But he didn't say anything about it for days. Maybe he's just going to let it drop, she thought. After all, her father wasn't an old fart. He was only about forty, very trim and good- looking himself, with dashing grey temples and a square jaw. Women found him wildly attractive.

He would understand how Shari and John had simply been unable to stop themselves. Wouldn't he? She even found herself recalling how long he had looked at them fucking like that before he turned and left her room. He had been fascinated, hadn't he?

More than a week had elapsed before he finally brought up the subject. It was fairly late at night. Shari was lying in her bed, reading a magazine.

Not until her father had knocked on the door, and she had told him to come in, did she remember that the two of them were alone in the house. Her mother was away visiting friends, and Johnny was spending the night with a friend of his own. When she recalled this, Shari suddenly felt a wild dance of butterflies in her stomach.

But she tried to ignore it.

She looked very hard at her father as he slowly walked toward her bed.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked, indicating the edge of her mattress.

Shari shook her head. She tried to be solemn, knowing that he was going to reproach her for letting her younger brother fuck her.

"Shari, we have something we should talk about," he said.

"I know."

He swallowed and looked nervous.

"You and Johnny--"

"We just sort of got carried away," Shari said in a small voice. "We didn't mean to. We just... couldn't stop!"

She realized that her father wasn't really listening to her. Instead he was staring at her tits, which were pushing up under the gauzy fabric of her nightie. Her large, thick nipples were tantalizing, and he couldn't take his eyes off them.

The way he was looking at her tits made Shari see him in a new light, too. She had never seen him as a man, just a man, who would want to fuck her just as any other man would. It was a whole new feeling, and she could sense a surprising sexual warmth spreading through her body, confusing and pleasing her at the same time.