Young Susie Jamison's eyes were closed and her chin was raised so that the stringing spray from the shower hit her in the face and ran off her short blonde hair. The gum-drop nipples on her luscious young breasts were raised and hard as gravel, and her right hand, with the small cake of soap still in it, was buried between her long legs and rubbing up and down her seething slit, her thumb nudging the fold over her tiny clit. She knew she was close and trembled, needing release. She closed her eyes and sucked in air.
Her left hand was on the wall, supporting her as she ducked her head, dropped the soap, leaned forward and neared her climax, the tiny clit now fully erect and free of its hood. "Oh Gene, Gene, Gene," the girl sobbed just as the glass shower door opened and her naked brother stepped in beside her, his huge cock standing up well above the horizontal and a grin on his handsome face.
Susie turned, squealed and threw the soap at him. "What are you doing?" she gasped as her brother smiled at her and took in all of her slim teen-aged body. His thick cock surged and got even harder, rising to point at the ceiling.
At sixteen he was two years older and nearly fifty pounds heavier than his super-cute sister and until recently had been deeply and hotly involved with a beautiful girl called Nancy who fucked like a minx, demanded he use condoms and spent all his money. Today she had dumped him for a college boy with a new Corvette.
Now he bent, picked up the soap and began to lather his sister's boobs with both hands, admiring the light freckles scattered across her cheeks and pug nose as his raging prick slid between her buttocks and began moving up and down her ass.
"Get out," she yelled at him. "Are you crazy?"
"Mom's not home," he said gently as he pinched her pink nipples and twisted them back and forth. Her breasts were small but wonderfully round and firm. "Don't you want to have some fun?"
He licked one, tasting soap. He bent his knees and his blunt cockhead bumped his sister's legs and then jutted out between them, the thick shaft rubbing her whole pudenda.
Susie was cute, everybody said so, and while she wasn't as voluptuous or lovely as his former girlfriend, she was certainly on the way to becoming a fox with her developing rack, her trim waist and her well-rounded ass. Billy had long admired the puff of his sister's tiny belly and longed to see and taste what lay below it.
"No, no, you pervert. Take that ugly thing and get out of here." Susie squirmed away and then beat on her brother's muscular chest with her small fists, and he pulled the girl to him so that his huge cock was mashed between them, its head almost into her cleavage.
Susie felt as if the thick rod were burning her and shuddered in fear and anger, sobbing, her vagina pulsing and quivering. She could not believe how big and hard it was, at ;least as long as her forearm and almost as wide.
"Who's this Gene?" he asked with a smile, enjoying the feel of her warm and wet flesh on his hard and overheated cock. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands and squeezed. She gasped as his prick slid along her labia and nudged her clit.
"Nobody," she said, wiggling, "let me go."
"Put your hands on the wall," he said, turning her to face the pouring showerhead.
"No, no," she squealed, aware of the size, shape and arousal of her brother's eight-inch ram. "I'm a virgin, Billy. Please don't." It looked as big as the handle of her tennis racket.
The boy lathered his hard prong and then slid it gently into his sister's anus. He held her slim hips, gritted his teeth and slowly inched himself fully up into her as her ring muscles relaxed, and she arched her back, came up on her toes and let her head hang between her elbows as her sphincter yielded fully and he penetrated steadily. It hurt, really hurt and she whimpered.
Susie sobbed, feeling violated. It hurt as she was stretched.
"Ready?" said her brother, smacking her buttocks loudly as he pulled back.
She shook her head.
He slipped his left hand up to cup her perfect little breast and slipped his right hand down her soft belly and into her groin and then he began to ass fuck her with long, practiced strokes, half-foot rams that lifted her up on her toes.
"Hah, hah, hah," the young girl cried.
Billy thought of all the women he had served in the past year, all the grass widows, but he could not recall an ass as tight and exciting as his fourteen-year-old sister's butt.
He found her clit and teased it while held her engorged tit to a hard stream of shower water and pumped and pumped, deeper and deeper, teeth clenched, back arched, in to the balls and then some.
Susie sobbed and grunted, feeling angry and violated with her brother's swollen scrotum smacking against her vulva and his fingers exciting her clit.
She found herself making small animal noises and felt an unwanted orgasm begin to sweep over her. She gasped and cried out, head up and mouth open for the water to pour in, and her brother kept right on abusing her until he ejaculated with a series of shudders and a squeal of pleasure.
By then the girl was down on the floor of the shower on hands and knees and her rutting brother was crouched above her buttocks, still thrusting hard as he emptied himself in his sister's rectum, his knees bent and eyes closed.
Billy pulled his cock out, washed it carefully for it was sore and sensitive, and then left his sister on the shower floor, sobbing and gagging.
He dried himself, stroked his ram hard again with the rough towel and when Susie stepped from the shower, he wrapped her in a big, fluffy towel and walked her back to her bedroom, telling her what a good girl she was and how much he had needed what she let him do.