“I must admit that it’s an exciting story, at least the way you’re telling it, but I can drive and listen at the same time, so please continue,” Don said, turning right onto Federal Highway.
“Okay, but it gets a bit steamy now,” Colleen warned. “Barney was staring straight at my ass, so I reached back with my hands, grabbed my ass cheeks, and pulled them apart. I spread my legs as wide as I could. I knew he could now see my anus and plenty of fiery pubic hair, maybe even my pussy lips, and certainly the tips of my nipples and the bottom of my breasts because I was leaning over and looking at him through my legs. ‘Do you like what you see, little brother?’ I asked. ‘You bet,’ he exclaimed!”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing you like that myself,” Don blurted out, pulling up to the light in the left turn lane. Colleen looked at Don’s crotch; there was no mistaking the bulge in his pants. The green arrow came on, and Don turned onto Ocean Avenue. “So what did you do next?”
“I stood up with my legs still spread wide and pivoted around so I was facing him,” she continued. “Then I asked, ‘Would you like to see me up close?'”
Barney couldn’t answer fast enough. “Oh yeah, please, sis, and can I touch you? Please, I’ll let you touch me.”
Colleen stopped talking again as the car stopped and Don turned off the motor. She had been staring at Don’s crotch and occasionally looked up at him, so she hadn’t noticed that the bridge across the intracoastal had started to go up. She glanced out the front window. “Will it take long?”
“Long enough for you to finish your story,” Don said. “There are at least two ships to go through.”
Colleen continued, “I had Barney sit on my bed, and then I stood just about a foot away from him and spread my pussy lips with my fingers. His penis was still standing out straight and hard. I told him he could touch me anywhere he wanted to. He reached his hand behind me and fondled my ass, pulling me closer as he stared at my cunt. Before I could stop him, he stuck his tongue out and licked my pussy lips. He licked up and down and tried to stick his tongue into my vagina. I pushed his head away and told him to stop that. He immediately took his hands from my ass and asked if he could touch my breasts. I told him yes if he was gentle. He began caressing my breasts, his fingers softly tweaking my nipples that were hard and pointy by this time. It was strange. I wasn’t really turned on, but parts of my body acted as if I were. My nipples had gotten hard, and my pussy had gotten wet. My brain just wasn’t turned on, and I was still in full control.
“As Barney played with my breasts, I began to fondle his hard penis. It was hard, but the skin was very soft. Barney had no pubic hair to speak of, only a little bit of fuzz. Very slowly, I stroked his young cock up and down, not really grasping it, touching it on only one side except for the head. With my other hand, I cupped his balls and rolled them around in their sack with my fingers. After a couple of minutes, he started gasping and told me he felt really strange but good. ‘Don’t stop,’ he begged. I asked him if he’d ever masturbated before, and he acted like he didn’t know what I was talking about. He started to lean into me, trying to hump his hips in rhythm with my slow strokes, or maybe urging me to go faster. I pushed him down so he was lying on the bed, and I got on top of him, my knees on either side of him and my ass to his face.
“He fondled my ass again before he moved his hands up to my breasts. I continued to stroke his penis that was beginning to ooze a clear fluid from the slit at the top of its head. I rubbed the fluid onto the palm of my hand; it was slippery, and I began to grasp his cock lightly in my hand as I stroked it deliberately up and down. I kept my movements very slow, and Barney started to moan softly with what I was sure was pure pleasure. He squeezed my breasts a bit harder, and I felt his balls scrunch up. I gave his penis a light squeeze and stopped my hand, letting it merely hold his rigid member, but I continued to fondle his balls.”
Colleen looked up. It was obvious the effect her story was having on Don; he was gazing at her breasts intently. Colleen looked out the window and noticed another ship starting through; she knew it would be several more minutes before they lowered the bridge.
“Barney begged me not to stop, he said he’d do anything I asked,” she continued. “Being perverse even back then, I told him to give my asshole a great big wet kiss. To my surprise, he grabbed my ass cheeks, pulled them apart and back to his mouth, and used his lips and tongue to give my little wrinkled brown hole a very wet kiss. I couldn’t refuse him after that.
“When I resumed my hand job, I squeezed his cock harder, and this time, instead of a clear fluid, his slit oozed a milky white fluid that was even more slippery. Now I changed the rhythm: a few fast strokes and then a few slow strokes, then some fast strokes, and I’d pause for several seconds to let his tension build before I repeated the pattern. About the third time through my new pattern, his balls started to scrunch up again, but this time I didn’t stop. I just stroked his cock slow, light, and long, from the tip to the base, barely touching the skin. His cock began to twitch, and more of the milky fluid flowed out. It flowed instead of oozed, and Barney went rigid. When the fluid stopped, my hand and his cock were coated with the slippery stuff. I again resumed giving my little brother a hand job, only this time I squeezed his cock a lot harder and used fast, long strokes. It wasn’t long before cum shot out from his cock in big gobs. I kept pumping his cock while he squirmed around. He started to scream, and I pushed my ass and pussy down onto his face. When his penis stopped twitching, I stopped pumping, and Barney just sort of lay there, like he was too exhausted to move.”
