Jolene Homes

Incest Games

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Chapter 1

The room was darkened by drawn drapes, and Lorena had stopped just inside the door, but she could see plainly what was happening on the bed, where her brother was jacking off.

Shock held her motionless, and she stared entranced at the boy's stiffly upright cock, at how his hand was moving slowly, lovingly, up and down upon it. Glynn was masturbating; no doubt about that. His balls were lifting and falling to the rhythm of his stroking, and she was surprised at their size, and at the length of his prick. It wasn't very big around-not compared to the two she had seen to date-but it was inches longer than either of those.

Glynn had a book in his other hand, engrossed in its pictures, and Lorena thought it must be one of those horny magazines young guys seemed to dig so much. It was turning on her brother, that was certain; his hand fondled his glistening shaft, and worked up to the lavender colored head, then stroked down to his balls once more. His pubic hair was a rich and shining brown, feathering his crotch and covering his balls with a shaggy fur. He was amazingly well developed for being only fifteen years old, she thought.

She felt her heart pounding and the threat of a runaway pulse in her throat. The nipples of her tits lifted strongly and pushed against her thin shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she'd sneaked into her brother's room to borrow a special sweater, without his knowing it. Now she couldn't leave.

Lorena couldn't even take her eyes off that sensuous movement as his hand slid up and down, up and down. He had something on his cock, she thought, and was sure of it when she saw him lift his hand to his mouth and lick it several times, wetting down the palm. Glynn was using his own saliva, and that was something she had always wondered about, how boys did it. It was easy for a girl because her pussy turned juicy right away, and when she slid a finger inside to feel around-Somehow, Lorena's hand had gotten down to cup her mound, to tremble there as her entire being seemed to concentrate, to fold in upon itself and the deep shiverings began. Her pussy responded, but her hand would not. She wore jeans, and the material was too tight, too thick at her crotch, for her to get inside and start masturbating along with her brother.

She was drawn to him now. She yearned toward where he lay stretched slim and tanned upon the bed. They had always been close, getting along much better than the other brothers and sisters they knew. And lately, they had begun to develop a special kinship, because of the turmoil in the family.

But now-Lorena's fingers dug almost savagely into her crotch-on the bed, her brother's ass lifted and rolled, and his belly made sexy, bumping motions as his prick fed itself into his clenching fist. She took an involuntary step toward him, and fought herself to a standstill again. What was she doing? What did she have in mind?

Him. She had him in mind, and in her blood, and he was also beginning to come to a boil within the trembling damp lips of her avid pussy. He was her brother and she wanted him, more so than she had wanted the two other guys who had screwed her. If that was bad or forbidden or whatever the hell, Lorena didn't give a damn now. She wanted Glynn, and she meant to have him.