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Diane Blows Her Brother
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"DIANE BLOWS HER BROTHER"
by Diane P.
It had been five days since she had been raped by the two black men in the
parking lot of Diablo Valley College. Diane really didn't even consider the
incident to have been a rape, but they had fucked her and forced her to suck
them off against her will, at least initially. Her parents, both Bible-thumping
conservatives, had been home all week long and Diane had seen no opportunity to
tell her brother Peter about the incident without him going immediately to one
of them. That was not what she wanted Peter to do by a long shot. But she had
spent all week laying the groundwork for her plan--a plan that was to come to
fruition tonight while both her parents were away at a Bible meeting!
For the last five days, Diane had changed her ways when upstairs and when-
ever Peter was around. She went bra-less, something she had never done before,
very often now. When she showered in the morning, she left the bathroom door
open. Peter's room was right next door to the bathroom and her parent's room
was downstairs so she was not afraid of discovery. Besides, she was a 30-year
old, white, beautiful young woman who had always been devoutly Christian. Her
parents would never suspect her of what she was plotting. She frequently left
the bathroom and walked by the open door to Peter's room topless after shower-
ing, sometimes pausing in front of his door to make sure he got a good look.
She would sometimes let the towel slide down a little to show off a little of
her ass or the hairy triangle between her legs. After the third time she did
this, she saw Peter beginning to take more of a notice. Diane started wearing
lingerie she bought secretly around her room and the upstairs of her house,
or, when she knew Peter was home, and her folks were not, of wearing nothing
more than a pair of bikini panties. Peter always arranged to walk past her room
while she was dressed, or rather undressed, to this extent, and Diane always
made sure she gave him an eyeful when he did.
Last night, Diane had awakened to see Peter staring at her from the door to
her room. He was clad only in a pair of boxer shorts. Feigning sleep, Diane had
moved in such a way as to drag the sheet from her naked body, spreading her
legs and rolling over so that Peter had a clear view of her tits and pussy. She
had watched as a bulge had grown at his crotch, then marveled as Peter had
pulled his cock forth and pumped it a few times. Just as she was about to rise
and go to him, her brother had turned and hurried out of sight. She had
fingered herself to a small orgasm, imagining her brother's cock spurting hot
sperm all over her face and tits. Tonight would be the night!
Diane's parents left the house after dinner, a nightly ritual of long-
winded prayers and "family talk". Diane, attired in the prim and proper way for
a young, Christian woman, sat near Peter on the family couch, watching tele-
vision with him for an hour or so.
It was 8:00pm when Diane excused herself and, bending over, kissed him and
told Peter she was going up to bed. Peter wished her a good night and said that
he thought he too, might turn in early. Diane's pussy tingled as she thought of
just how late she was about to keep him up.
Hurriedly, Diane changed from her demure street clothes into a provocative
set of lingerie she had bought from the Special Moments gift shop in Antioch
that day. The lingerie was a semi-transparent, white lace teddy with a thong
back and French-cut hips. It was designed to show off a girls' assets to the
best. In addition, she first slipped into a pair of white fishnet stockings
that had eleastic top bands, requiring no garter belt. She slipped into a pair
of buckle-over, white, heels, and at last pulled a white chiffon shorty-robe
over her shoulders and tied it at the front. Adding a dab of her favorite
perfume between her breasts, at her crotch,behind each ear, and under each
arm, Diane was ready. Her heart pounded in her breast as she walked quietly
back downstairs.
Peter was still sitting on the family couch watching television as Diane
came down the stairs as quietly as a mouse. She licked her painted lips as she
stepped up in back of him and placed her hands gently on her brother's shoul-
ders. Startled, Peter jerked away and twisted around.
"Shit, Diane! You scared the hell out of me!" Peter started, then, taking in
the full view of his sister, Peter's eyes bugged. "Oh. My. God!"
"Peter," Diane breathed, slowly unwrapping her robe and dropping it on the
floor. "I want you."
"Oh, shiiit!" Peter said as Diane approached him. "Diane, you are absolutely
gorgeous!"
"Thank you, Peter. Flattery will get you anywhere."
"Anywhere?" Peter's hungry eyes gobbled up his sister's beautiful body and
he grinned and licked his lips.
"Anywhere you want, Peter. Anything you want," Diane said, kneeling before
her brother on the couch.
Her hands carressed his chest, lowering to his stomach then to his hips.
Diane bent her head and pressed her red lips to the bulge that was now growing
in her brother's pants. Pulling away, she began to unbuckle his pants.
Quicky, Peter kicked off his shoes, spreading his legs before his older
sister's attention. She remained on her knees as she helped him remove his
jeans and boxer shorts. His proud cock sprang forth. Diane reached up and
gripped it gently with her right hand. With her left, she reached up and
carressed the sack of his balls. She looked up into her brother's eyes from
her knealing position in front of him.
"Can I suck it, Peter?" Diane whispered softly as she stroked her right hand
up and down the shaft of her brother's cock.
"Oh, shit! Yes!" Peter practically shouted.
"Ummmmmmmmmm," Diane moaned as she bent forward, engulfing her brother's
six-inch length with her lips, sucking him deep into her mouth.
She felt his hands grip the back of her head and he began to fuck her mouth.
Diane knew that her brother had been with several women already in his 18 years
but she was determined to be the best he had ever had. She used her tongue to
stimulate the head of his cock, pushing at the tiny slit in the front, tasting
the salty pre-cum that leaked from it, lubricating her lips and tongue. It was
soooo gooood to be fucked in the mouth, she thought as she worked her brother's
cock over as well as she could.
Suddenly, Peter's cock bulged and a hot stream of sperm spurted into Diane's
mouth, coating her tongue and teeth in its sticky, salty flavor. Peter tried to
pull out, but Diane held him steady, drinking in all the cum he gave her,
swallowing every drop, and not wasting a single bit. Finally, spent, she let
his cock slip from her mouth with a loud plopping sound. From her knees, she
looked up into his eyes.
"Shit, Diane! I'm sorry! I never would have let myself come in your mouth,
but I just got too excited!"
"Shhh, Peter. It's alright. I wanted you to come in my mouth. I wanted to
taste your sperm and fell your stiff cock pulsing a hot load all the way down
my throat. I wanted it and now I want even more! Take me the way you like the
best, Peter! I want to be used like a whore! I want to beee your whore!"
"All right!" Peter said. He pulled off his shirt and now, completely naked,
he stood over his older sister like a master over an obedient slave.
Diane bowed her head as her brother knelt down before her. His hands began
to roam over her willing body, pushing her lingerie aside, kissing her nipples
and fingering her cunt lips. Greedily, Diane pushed her body back at him,
willing herself to become what he wanted. Her lingerie ripped and tore away as
Peter roughly undressed her and moved her into a position on all fours.
"Peter, what's this position called?" Diane asked.
"Doggie-style, honey. Why?"
"'Cause it's so exciting. I think I'm going to like it doggie-style," Diane
said pressing her ass back towards her brother's waiting cock.
"Oh, yeah! You're gonna' like it no matter what style!" Peter said as he
positioned his cock at the entrance to Diane's asshole. "You ever been butt-
fucked, Diane?"
"No. Oh, Peter, please fuck me up the ass! Buttfuck me, please!"
Peter did as he was asked, pushing six inches of hard cock up his sister's
waiting asshole. The tiny, puckered opening resisted slightly as Peter pushed,
but he insisted and it gave way before him. Diane screamed, in both pain and
pleasure as her brother's cock forced it's way up her ass. Quickly, she got
used to it and it began to become pleasurable.
"How does that feel?" Peter asked as he humped her.
"It feels...goooood!" Diane moaned as she opened her ass to Peter's cock and
began to hump back against him.
Never had Diane felt so depraved! She wanted Peter to fill her with sperm!
She wanted to wallow in cum! To be sprayed head to toe with jism! She didn't
care anymore as she felt her brother pump his long dick in and out of her ass!
She wanted more! More! More!
The oragsm broke over Diane in excruciatingly-pleasurable waves. She
collapsed to the floor, letting her brother fuck her as hard as he wanted. She
was a fucking machine, a toy for a man's pleasure. Any man's pleasure!
Peter's sperm pulsed up her ass as her brother also came. Quickly, Peter
pulled his cock out and rolled Diane over, spraying sperm onto her tits and
belly. Peter crept up her on his knees and greedily, Diane leaned forward off
the floor to suck at his cock and eat the last drops of his cum. She had been
buttfucked and was now sucking on the cock that had just been pulled from her
well-fucked asshole! Diane gloried in her own depravity! In the lust that drove
her to suck and fuck her own brother! She wondered where her too-long-bottled-
up lust would take her next. As Peter collapsed beside her, Diane turned to
allow her brother complete, uninhibited access to her willing body.
She spread her legs willingly as Peter mounted her from the front. She felt
his long cock slide up into her cunt and begin the terrible friction that would
soon lead to another soul-shattering orgasm. She thrust herself back at her
brother, feeling the heat build and build, wanting him, clutching at him, claw-
ing him with her long nails as another orgasm burst upon her with shattering
force. Almost simultaneously, Peter jerked his cock out of her steaming cunt
and forced himself over her, spraying her tits and face once again with his hot
white spunk! Once again, Diane licked her brother clean. Then, both of them
nearly exhausted, Diane found herself licking Peter's balls. Peter's hands
tangled in her hair, forcing her face farther down between his legs, farther
back.
Diane licked her brother's balls, then as he forced her farther back, she
licked him over his prostate then farther back. Soon, Diane was licking the
crack of her brother's ass as he squatted over her face. She forced her greedy
tongue up the tiny puckered opening of his ass, licking and sucking at it.
Eating his sweat, and shoving her tongue farther up his ass. She tasted his
asshole in her mouth as Peter shoved her face farther into his ass. Finally,
he stood and turned and sprayed her face with his cream for an incredible
fourth time. Diane gloried in the feel of hot, white cream showering onto her
face, her tits, in her hair, on her tongue and lips, and chin!
Spent, brother and sister fell into each other's arms, fondling each other.
Finally, Diane rose and picked up her torn clothing and turned to go upstairs
and shower.
"Diane?" Peter called to her.
"Yes, Peter?"
"Will we...What I mean is...Can we do this again?"
"Um, hmmm, Peter. I'm like your whore now. You can have me whenever and
wherever you want to."
"Diane?"
"Yes, Peter?"
"Do you think you're gonna' like being a whore?"
"Ohhh, yesss, Peter. I'm going to like being a your whore and as big a slut
as I can. You might want to pass that around to a few of your friends."
"I'll do that, Diane. You just wait," Peter said, gathering his clothes as
his sister vanished upstairs.
"I can't wait, Peter," Diane called from over the sound of the shower up-
stairs.
"Neither can I," Peter said, starting up to join Diane in the shower. Some-
one could always use help washing her back, after all.
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