While Mommy's Sleeping

The wet, squishy sounds emanating that filled the room were exquisite to the siblings. Sandra tried a trick that always worked with the other boys she blew. She grabbed a handful of nuts, and pulled the sack down towards his ass. Rob’s finger-fucking grew in intensity, and he almost squealed in delight. She felt his dick throb inside her throat, and he grunted, “I’m gonna cum right down your throat, Sis. Ohhhhhh. Mmmmmm. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” She sucked harder, and she was so happy to feel streams and jets of his steaming cream fire down inside of her. She revelled in the saltiness as it struck the back of her throat, and trickled every which way. She gulped it all down, except for some that was leaking down the sides of the still-erect pole in her mouth. 

That was it for her. She squirted out ropes of juicy girl-semen all over her brother’s face. From his groans of passion, he wasn’t complaining. He just kept licking until she was as dry as he could make her (except for his saliva, which was slicking her right back up).

Sandra watched as her brother’s cock didn’t even grow soft in the slightest. In fact, it seemed to enlarge in her tiny hand. 

She gave it one last kiss, turned to look over her shoulder, and said, “Now I need this fat prick in my squishy pussy, Rob.”

She raised her body off of her brother to let him out from under her. She stayed on all-fours, while Rob took his position behind her. He wrapped his hand around his cock, staring at his sister’s snatch with incestuous lust in his eyes. The clit was protruding; the lips were hanging; and the skin was bare and puffy. He rubbed the head of his cock around all of this in slow circles, watching the clit and labia flap back and forth. 

“I’m gonna slide my incest-stiff cock in my sister’s hot cunt, now,” he groaned. 

“Please do, Bro. Slide it in me, so I can feel that thick shaft--then your steaming cum--fill me up.” She wiggled her ass at him, and he placed the head right inside of her twat.

Before he even got a chance to do anything, she pushed slowly back, letting her pussy suck in her brother’s dick. He watched as all eleven inches disappeared into his sister. He bumped into her uterus (or cervix--he didn’t know which one it was), and he moaned as every inch went in. 

“Ungh. I can’t believe how slushy and tight your cunt is, Sis! It’s been without my cock for too long,” he said in between moans of primal ecstasy. 

As he was watching in round-eyed wonder, his fat prick entering and exiting his sister’s sweet love-box, Sandra started to swirl her ass around, trying to get even more of her brother’s cock in her. “Oh, Rob…mmm. Your just so fucking wonderful in me….Ahhhh, fuck me harder, Rob! Slam my pussy; it’s been so, so naughty. With me playing with her while watching our mother sucking dick in her sleep. My cunt needs punishment! Fuck it, damnit! Fuck it!” She started pinching the almost two inches of flesh that was her swollen clit.

“I’m pounding that bad pussy, now, baby. I’m tearing your cunt up soooo good. I can see it stretching so magnificently, while my cock digs into you.”

They fucked for another five minutes, and Rob watched in blissful astonishment, his sister’s cunt start spraying clear, sweet-smelling cum all over his cock, balls, and chest. It was way too much for him to take, and he grunted, “Holy fuck, Sis! That was awesome! But I’m gonna cum now. Which opening do you want it in?” He slowed down a bit to hear his sister’s reply.

“This time, I want it in my stomach. Next time my pussy and ass--if my ass can handle such a tremendous tool,” she added in an afterthought. 

She withdrew from her brother’s prick, and quickly knelt in front of him. She sucked half of it into her mouth, then dove straight down on it, burying her nose in his closely-cropped pubic bush. He felt like the cum was never going to stop spraying down his sister’s throat. Shot after white-hot shot flew into her, half of it leaking out of the sides of her stretched-taught mouth, and trailing down to his sack.

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…,” she mumbled with every spurt. She pulled his cock out with obvious reluctance, cords of semen connected her mouth with her brother’s semi-rigid dick. She gave it a couple of playful swipes of her long tongue.

“Now,” she said, gazing up at her brother with a new-found love in her eyes, “what do we do about Uncle Brian and Mom?”

Part 3

Two days after “the incidents”--as Rob and Sandra titled them--Sandra was in the bathroom next to her mother’s bedroom, shaving. She already finished under her arms and one leg. Her right foot was cradled on the edge of the sink, foamy shaving cream was spread all over the tanned, well-formed leg. She brought the razor down her thigh in expert strokes, rinsing off the blade after each pass.

After she finished her thigh, knee, and calf, she wiped up all of the streaks of shaving lotion with a warm, wet towel.

She sat down on the toilet seat and grabbed the can of shaving cream. She spread her legs wide, as she covered her pussy and pelvis with the foam. First she removed all of the light stubble from her pelvis. Next, she ran the razor in soft strokes on the sides of her puffy vagina. This next part, she knew--from unfortunate past experiences--that she had to be very cautious. Reaching to the top of the round sink, she pulled down a small mirror with a stand on the back. She set it on the floor in front of her, tilting it to get a clear view of her cunt; seeing her pussy covered in creamy shave lotion (making it look like someone--”Mmmmm, maybe my brother again. Yummy,” she thought--shot a load of sweet-tasting jizz all over it) made her so hot inside. 

She used her left hand to part the lips in various directions, each time trying to get the best--and safest--angles, as she removed the tiny hairs from her folds of womeness.

While she was washing all of the cream off, she heard her mother’s soft and sultry voice through the paper-like walls.

“Brian, you’re too good to me; you always have been, ever since we were kids….”

“If you only knew, Mom, what kind of dirt-bag he really is,” Sandra said to the flowery paintings on the wall.

Amy was off today; she finished all of the work from practically killing herself all week. And, to Sandra, she seemed to be in an uppity mood.

Amy continued: “I can’t believe you did that then!” she bellowed. 

“That’s it--he confessed,” Sandra said, suddenly feeling guilty for her escapades with her brother, and feeling sorrow for her mother and family, because they were about to lose one of their own. She drooped her head, and gazed down at her newly shaven, incestuous cunt.

Then, suddenly, Amy’s voice caused Sandra to jump out of her contemplations. “Are you sure none of the kids saw you? They came home early, ya know? If they found out about my fantasy of being taken advantage of when I sleep (or sometimes pretend to sleep), plus the fact of incest, we might lose our family!” Amy finished, obviously upset.

Sandra’s jaw was hanging to the linoleum floor. Had she heard right? Could she believe it? Would Rob believe it? ‘Should I even tell him?’ All of these queries spun around madly inside of her gorgeous head.

While she was talking to herself (listening to phrases coming from her mother like: “That cum you left in my throat was delicious. Your cock is so big and fat and left the best taste in my mouth. Did you like the view I gave you, with my stockinged legs slightly open?”, her right hand found its way down to her heated crevasse of thick, sizzling pussy lips.

“I think he has a right to know,” she mused, as she inserted her middle two fingers into her now-slippery snatch.

All the while listening to how filthy her mother was talking to her own brother, she was furiously jabbing her squishing, sloppy, juicy pussy. And now, wonderful ideas were forming in her mind…

Part 4

After Sandra finished masturbating--and sucking and licking her fingers dry of her pussy-slime--she threw on a pair of panties and a t-shirt. She quietly crept out of the bathroom and headed down the long hall to Rob’s room.

It was around six in the afternoon, just about the time when her brother takes his nap after his workout. She knocked on the door gently, but she received no response. “He’s asleep,” she murmured. She encircled the knob with her hand. “But he definitely won’t mind bein woken up with this kind of news.”

She turned the knob and entered.

The sight to the busty, sexy, lithe blonde was so marvellous to behold. Rob was laying on his back, completely naked. Beads of a light sweat sparkled across his chest, face, and legs. One leg was straight out, while the other was bent inward, with his foot resting against his inner thigh. His hairless cock--even flaccid, to her it was amazing--was hanging over his large sack; she saw it twitch in his sleep.

“Sleep…,” her thoughts going back to their mother. ‘Maybe I’ll have a little of that sleep-sex, myself.’

Sandra crept over to her brother’s bed. She called his name softly. No response. ‘Good,’ she thought.

She knelt on the floor, his hot, sweaty prick just a foot away; the slit seemed to be beckoning to her. She stared at it for a few moments, taking it all in: the swollen head, the dark circle of flesh just under it, ringing the glorious shaft, the stringy, bulging veins, as his cock seemed to be growing from Sandra’s steamy breath caressing it, and the huge, tight sack. She loved his dick more than anything else she ever saw in her life, she realized at that moment.

The naughty sister leaned in and laid her head on his thigh with gentleness; the scent of him was intoxicating. Stretching out her hand, she lightly ran her fingernails up and down her brother’s now-fully-erect cock. As soon as it sprang to life, it plopped itself on his stomach.

She decided she should be closer to her wonderful brother-pole, so she got up, and lowered her pussy right above Rob’s slightly-agape mouth, while she lowered her own mouth to the obese, glistening prick. His breath made her bald cunt quiver. She gripped her brother’s dick with both hands at the base, and stood it straight up. She playfully swiped at the head and shaft as she hoped he would not waken. She knew he wouldn’t be mad, obviously, but she thought it nastier to do this to a sleeping man.

With long strokes, she ‘jobbed her brother’s cock, while stuffing the head and a couple of inches into her mouth; drool and saliva flowed out of the corners as she sucked and stroked.

Rob was having the most unbelievably awesome dream, and he fought to stay asleep. His only sound was a moan into Sandra’s cunt; his only movement was him opening his legs more.

Sandra thought she roused him. “Rob…?”

Just another soft moan in response.

She played with his bulging sack with her delicate left hand, while holding the cock at its base with her other. She slid even more of his manhood into her throat, and she released her grip. It was time to go deep.

Sandra raised her head so only the pre-cum-flowing head was between her full lips. With deliberate slowness, she swallowed the rod of thick cock of her loving brother.