George Tipton

Horny peeping sister

CHAPTER ONE

The woman writhed around on the bed and out in the darkness of the alley beyond her lighted window, the boy stood watching. She teased her nipples through the filmy negligee she wore, and the boy saw her lips moving as a man, naked, wandered into the picture of the brightly lit window.

Tom Moon sighed and stood with his legs spread wide apart. He stuffed both his hands down into the front pockets of his jeans and stared, his eyes wide with envy and wonder as the man inside the window slid onto the bed and took the lovely brunette in the black nightie into his arms and kissed her.

The couple rolled together, with the man ending up on top. Tom could see that as they kissed the woman reached between their bodies and took hold of her lover's prick. Tom knew that the man's cock was big and he couldn't wait to see the woman take it. His own cock slithered down one leg of his jeans, and Tom nudged it with his fingertips, moving it to a more comfortable position.

The woman's slender arms jerked on the man's cock, which was still pressed between their undulating bodies. The man's naked ass humped and rolled and Tom imagined the tip of his cock was running up along the woman's hairy cunt. Tom had never felt a pussy around his own prick but he knew, from watching the ecstasy that it brought others, that it was an incredible feeling.

At last the man rolled off the woman and she quickly crawled up on top of him, straddling his waist with her long, white legs. As she moved, Tom got a flash of her naked, brown-haired cunt beneath her thin nightie and his cock lurched, pounding in his jeans.

As she sat down on the man's cock, Tom watched her pretty face contort with happiness. She faced him completely, with the man beneath her partly hidden from view. But Tom didn't care that he couldn't see the man she was fucking. All he cared about was this wonderful, sexy woman and the wonderful way she looked when she had a cock inside of her.

His hands still jammed inside his pockets, Tom tickled the sides of his stiffening prick-shaft. His mouth hung open, dry with excitement. He no longer noticed his surroundings, the dark back alley in which he stood. Now he had been transported and stood in that brightly lit bedroom, watching the fucking taking place there.

A pair of hands appeared on the woman's tits, crushing them against her chest. First they caressed her big tits through the dark fabric that covered them. Then, impatiently they flipped the thin covering up and touched her naked skin. The dark nightie filtered down again, covering the hands, and Tom watched the fingers kneading her tit-flesh through it, as if through a fine film of erotic mist.

As the man tossed the nightie up to get at the woman's tits, Tom was treated to a look at the dark triangle of cunt-hair between her legs. As the man worked her titties, the nightie worked up so that Tom could see the contrast between her white lower belly and the dark hair of her cunt. Her pussy-hair was flush against the lower belly of the man, and Tom knew that she had his cock far up inside of her.

The woman let her head roll back, her long hair falling behind her shoulders as she moved her lower body in slow, sensuous circles. The dark vee of her pussy hair moved slightly and Tom's eyes were riveted to it, imagining what was taking place inside her body right there. It was as if he had x-ray vision and could see the cock that penetrated her, filling her pussy with its girth and power.

Gradually the woman began to speed up her fucking motions. Her hips rolled round and round in faster and faster circles. Then she started moving up and down, letting the cock slide in and out of her cunt. At first she moved only a little. But then her fuck-stroke grew longer and little by little Tom could see the slick shaft of the man's cock as it slithered out of her dripping cunt.

"Yeah, baby," Tom sighed, both his hands covering the pounding front of his jeans. "Fuck it out!"

The woman leaned forward, feeding the man one of her big tits. She tossed her long hair back over one shoulder to keep it out of the man's way and Tom was glad. Now he could see her tits clearly. The man sucked one through the black gauze of the nightie and the woman rolled her eyes in ecstasy.

Tom couldn't see just what the man was doing to the woman's tit, but he could see the effect it was having on her. She continued to pump her cunt up and down his cock while he sucked her tit and, from the way she jerked and shuddered, Tom knew that the man's mouth on her tit felt very good.

Then, suddenly she sat back up straight again and for a second Tom saw the wet fabric of her nightie plastered to her white tit. Her nipple stuck out through the material and even with its dark covering Tom could tell that her nipple was as red as a cherry. Then, with a quick, frantic motion, the woman jerked her nightie off and tossed it aside, leaving herself completely naked on top of the prone man.

"Holy Christ!" Tom grunted, his cock begging for release. "What a horny bitch!"

Gloriously naked, the young woman shook her titties at her lover playfully and grinned down at him. But, when the man reached out to touch her naked tits, she leaned back away from him, smiling sexily.

For an instant Tom was disappointed. He liked it when the man pawed her tits, pulling and smashing them with his big hands. But his disappointment didn't last long for the woman continued to lean back, putting her hands behind herself to keep her balance. Before he knew it, Tom had a better view of her cunt, stuffed with the man's cock, than ever before!

With her dark-haired cunt pointed right at him, Tom couldn't stand it any more. Carefully he released his zipper and immediately his cock sprang out. When he went out at night like this, he never wore any underwear, and so his cock stuck out straight through the open fly of his jeans, a white pole in the darkness of the night. He undid the snap of his pants and sighed with satisfaction as he at last took his straining prick in his own cool hand.

Even as he let his cock bob out, Tom never took his eyes off this magical woman. Her whole body was stretched out for his viewing pleasure. Her tits rose high on her chest and her slim midsection was stretched out taut and long. But, best of all, her thighs were slightly parted and, as she bobbed up and down, he could see very clearly the base of the man's cock as it disappeared up into her perfect body.

For a few seconds Tom just held his cock, so enraptured by the sight of the woman. Then his cock, as if impatient for some action, gave a jerk, reminding him of his own needs. He glanced down at his hard-on, gripped tightly in his fingers, and then he looked back up at the window, his hand automatically starting to work up and down the length of his rigid prick-shaft.

The cool air of the early evening stirred the hairs around the base of Tom's prick and touched his hot cock-skin. The fluids ran from the hole in the tip of his cock-shaft and he absently smeared them around with his thumb. They covered the head of his cock and excited him a bit more.

With his other hand he scooped his balls out of the confines of his jeans and let them dangle down tenderly over his zipper. He wiggled just a bit and his pants slipped down his thighs just a couple of inches, allowing his fuck-parts more room. As the cool evening air touched them, his balls automatically snuggled up around the base of his throbbing prick.

Back inside the bedroom, the fucking had gotten faster and more furious. The woman had brought her feet up alongside the man's body and was slamming her cunt back onto his upthrusting prick. At the moment she was taking just the very tip of his prick into her and the rest of his thick shaft remained outside of her body, glistening with her cunt-juices.

Tom licked his lips and pounded his hand up and down the shaft of his cock. Each time he saw the rounded hand of the man's cock punch in between the waiting lips of the woman's pussy, he ran his fist over the top of his own prick. He didn't know just what it would feel like to actually penetrate a cunt, but he imagined it would be something like fucking through the ring of his fist, so he did it over and over, moving with the woman, pretending he was fucking her.

Then she increased the length of her fucking motions and took in all of her lover's prick. She looked up into the man's face as she fucked him and Tom could see her heavy-lidded passion. Each time her hips went all the way forward and the man's cock disappeared completely into the dark bush of her cunt, she opened her mouth and Tom imagined her giving a little cry. It was almost as if she expected the man's cock to go fucking right through her body and come out her mouth.

She slammed back at him, her body arching up a little more each time. When his cock pulled out of her cunt, it was always wet with her cunt-juices. The red slit of her open pussy blazed at Tom and the little knot at the top of her cunt-slit was the reddest of all.

Her body arched up off the man completely, the only point of contact between them being his cock into her cunt. Again Tom saw her say something and then she stopped moving, holding herself arched above him, her cunt gaping open.

Then it was the man's turn to fuck. Although Tom couldn't see all of him he could see his cock very well. It surged up and filled the woman's waiting pussy. She didn't fuck back at him this time but rather held her body still, letting him pound her at whatever pace he chose. Sometimes his cock plunged into her completely and her mouth opened, other times he gave her just his prick-head, rolling it around inside of her cunt and she threw her head back and writhed.

Tom's hand thundered up and down the rigid shaft of his own prick. He forgot that he was standing in an alley, where anyone coming out to empty a trash can or walk a dog might see him. Usually Tom was more careful, hiding himself behind a bush or fence. But tonight his usual caution was absent and he was standing right in the center of the alley, watching the couple through a low point in the fence.

At the other end of the alley a figure hurried along. It was Becky Moon, rushing to get home. After her piano lesson she had stopped at a friend's house to talk and time had gotten away from her. Now Becky knew she would be in trouble when she got home because it was so late.

Usually Becky didn't like to use this alley at night. It was dark and kind of creepy. But tonight she was in a big hurry and it was a short cut home. Becky hurried along, her head down, her brow furrowed. She could just imagine how her mother was going to bitch at her and she didn't look forward to it.

Her sneakers were very quiet as she moved rapidly. She hugged her notebook of music to her budding tits and tossed her long blonde hair back over her shoulders. Quickly she looked up to see how much farther she had to go before reaching the end of the alley and then she gave a little gasp and stopped completely.

Ahead of her, Becky could see a boy standing in the middle of the alley. He was looking into a backyard and it looked like he was pissing! Becky didn't know what to do. She didn't want to walk by him, that would be too embarrassing. Yet something kept her from turning around and running back down the alley. She knew she needed to get home, but she also wanted to watch this boy.

She took a few steps forward and then crouched down behind a trashcan a few feet from where he was. The shadows fell across his face, but she could plainly see that he did have his cock out. Becky swallowed hard. She'd never seen a real cock before, but she and her friend Vicky had just been looking at lots of them in magazines. That was why she was so late…

She put her notebook down and knelt on it, making herself comfortable. She was quite sure this wouldn't take long – even boys couldn't piss forever. But then she realized that, although she could see his cock perfectly, she could see no piss coming from it. Then, like a ton of bricks, it hit her – the boy was jacking off!

"Oh wow!" she gasped. "I wish Vicky could see this!"

Tom didn't realize that he had an audience. He kept jacking on his prick, feeling the come churning in his balls. More juices flowed from the hole in the tip of his prick and he spread them along his whole cock-shaft, allowing his hand to slip up and down his cock with ever-increasing swiftness.

The woman in the window was slick with sweat from her vigorous fucking. Her arms wobbled as she continued to hold herself up and let her lover pound her with his cock. Then, all at once, Tom saw her body go rigid and then collapse in a gale of shudders. She flopped forward again, taking the man's cock completely inside of her and hugging his chest, her body still wracked with climactic spasms.

"She came!" Tom muttered in awe.

After caressing her for a moment and giving her a chance to recover from her climax, the man inside the window shoved the woman back up onto his cock. Her face was more flushed then ever, and Tom noticed she seemed a little limp now.

The man humped up, drilling his cock back into the woman and as Tom watched, it was like his cock was pumping her full of air and life. The more he fucked her, the more the brunette regained her strength and her zeal for fucking. After just a few strokes she sat up as straight and tall as ever on his prick, the weakness brought on by her strong orgasm forgotten.

"She's still hot," Tom sighed enviously. "What a hot cunt!"

Tom bucked his hips forward, fucking his fist. Pre-cum dripped from his fingers and dribbled down into the alley. His eyes burned from being open for so long without blinking. But he was afraid to close them for even a split second for fear he would miss something good.

Across the alley and down a bit, Becky stared avidly too. Her cunt felt funny inside her jeans and she shifted around a bit, trying to make the feeling go away. She saw how the boy's hand went up and down on his cock and she saw how big his prick was. Becky wondered who he was and if she knew him. She also wondered what he was looking at.

Tom's breathing was loud and heavy and Becky could hear it from where she sat. His fucking motions got faster and more heated as did the fucking inside the house. But Becky couldn't see what he saw. She only knew that he was there and that he was making her hot, too.

Becky knelt on her notebook, her aching pussy grinding back against her heel. She had never experienced anything like this before, but she liked the way it made her feel. Her eyes drilled into the boy's profile, moving from his illuminated cock to his hidden face.

Her eyes were on his cock when she heard him give a strange, strangled cry. For an instant she looked again at his face and then her eyes flicked back to his cock just in time to see the first of many white jets burst forth and splatter against the fence a few feet in front of him.

Becky whimpered too. Watching the boy shoot off made her feel sort of woozy. She was a virgin but this, even more than the pictures she had looked at with Vicky, convinced her that she just had to get fucked soon. Seeing all that jizz made her lick her lips in anticipation.

Just seconds after he came, Tom saw the man in the house come too. The man's lips parted and Tom imagined the sounds of pleasure that he made. Tom wanted to let out a loud cry too, but he held back, remembering for once where he was.

Tom couldn't see the come the man shot up into the woman, but he could imagine it. He pretended that the stream of jizz that shot from his prick was filling the lovely woman's pussy. What would that be like? he asked himself.

For a few seconds after he came, Tom stood still, weak with release. The couple inside had curled up together and they were caressing and kissing each other softly. Tom had a feeling that the show was not over, but he knew that he had to get home. His mother really gave him hell when he stayed out after dark too long without her knowing where he was.

With a heavy sigh and a silent promise to return again soon, Tom tucked his rubbery prick back inside his pants and zipped them up again. Then, with a quick glance around, he hurried on down the alley toward his house.

Becky pulled herself back as the boy put his cock away and then ran on down the alley. But as he moved, the light hit him and Becky did a double-take. That was no boy, that was her brother Tom!

For a few moments she stayed crouched behind the trashcan, the shock of what she had seen still very fresh in her mind. Then, on unsteady legs, she stood up, her pussy pounding in her jeans, and headed off in the same direction as Tom had. As she ran home for dinner, she wasn't sure how she would be able to face her brother across the table after what she had just seen.

CHAPTER TWO

By the time Becky got home, her parents and brother were all seated at the dinner table eating quietly. From the look on her brother's face, Becky could tell that he'd already gotten his scolding and she slid into her place at the table, awaiting her own.

"Where have you been, young lady?" her mother snapped, jabbing her fork at Becky. "Don't you have a watch? Can't you see that it's dark?"

"Sorry," Becky mumbled, helping herself to a pork chop. "My lesson was a little late and then I stopped over at Vicky's. We got to talking and I didn't notice the time and…"

Becky's words trailed off and for a moment everyone sat in silence.

"Don't you know it's dangerous out there on the streets after dark?" her mother went on. "You never know what kind of wierdos and perverts are out there just waiting for a girl like you."

Becky glanced over at her brother, but their mother's words seemed to have little effect on Tom. He just scooped up the last of his mashed potatoes and slid his chair back.

"Can I be excused?" Tom asked as he balled up his napkin and tossed it next to his plate.

"Go ahead, Son," Mr. Moon said, speaking softly and formally.

"And no television," his mother called as Tom got up from the table. "I won't have my children thinking that they can run around the neighborhood like cats. When they learn to act responsibly they'll get the respect they deserve from me, but until then…"

As usual, the tirade went on and on, but Becky didn't hear it. She watched her brother head up the stairs to his room, and she followed him as quickly as she could, passing by his closed door and entering her own room.

Dinner sat in her stomach like a lead balloon as Becky shucked her clothes and stretched out on her bed in just her bra and panties. It felt good to take her clothes off, it made her feel free and good, except for the strange thoughts that troubled her.

Becky lay on her back and stared up at the ceiling, finding patterns in the rough stucco. She couldn't believe what she'd seen her brother doing. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have thought that it couldn't possibly be true. And even though she had seen it, she couldn't imagine why Tom would do such a thing.

Becky rolled over onto her tummy, her young tits making a small cleavage in her white bra. She supported her chin on her fists and remembered every detail of what she had seen, thinking that there might be something that she had missed that would explain Tom's strange behavior.

Tom was a good-looking boy, tall with dark curly hair. He was popular with the other boys at school, but Becky hadn't seen him with too many girls. Still, she was sure that there were plenty of girls who would want him if he just tried. If he was horny, why didn't he get a girlfriend? she wondered.

As she thought about her brother and his possible motives, Becky began to rock her hips slightly. At first she didn't even really realize she was doing it. It was a natural motion, one brought on by the sexy pictures that ran through her mind. She saw her brother holding his prick and the way his jizz had shot against the wooden fence.

Becky gradually became aware of a strange, warm feeling in her lower belly. She humped her pantied crotch up and down and realized that the fabric was wet with her pussy-juices.

"I hope Tom doesn't think he's the only one who gets horny," she whispered, rolling over onto her back.

It seemed to Becky that she was always horny these days. Although she had never fucked and until recently had never wanted to fuck, now the idea of losing her cherry seemed to obsess her. All she and Vicky talked about these days was who they would like to fuck and where and how. Her own brother had never once appealed to her in that way but what Becky had witnessed tonight changed all that.

As she ran her finger around the wet spot at the crotch of her panties, Becky wondered if Tom has ever fucked a girl. Then she wondered if he had ever finger-fucked one.

"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked her imaginary brother as she reached up and opened the front clasp of her bra while her other hand continued to rub her panty-covered cunt.

The bra popped apart and her pert titties stood up firm and round. They weren't very big, but for a girl her age they weren't bad and Becky was satisfied with them. She saw the trouble Vicky had with her giant titties and she was glad she didn't have those kinds of problems. Yes, she thought as she cupped one of her nice titties, I like mine just fine.

Both her hands moved in circles, one rubbing all around the soft mound of one tit while the tip of one finger on the other teased the bumps and holes around her cunt. She ran that finger up and down the wet furrow of her cunt, beginning at the dry indentation of her asshole and moving up into the wet valley of her cunthole and over the hump of her clit. With each circuit the crotch of her panties got wetter and softer.

Becky licked her fingertips and spread a little moisture over the nipples of her tits. Instantly the little red nubbins got harder and more pointed. Now, as she rubbed them, they were more sensitive than ever and the sizzling sensations that ran from the inner depths of her cunt up to her nipples and back down intensified.

"Hummmm, yeahhh," Becky sighed. "We could fuck, Tom, sure, we could get it onnn!"

She let the heel of her hand rest on her cunt-mound and humped her cunt up off the mattress to touch it. She directed two fingers to the place where her clit was and jammed it against them, turning herself on more and more.

She heard her own loud breathing and that again reminded her of the noises she had heard Tom make in the alley. She was surprised to find out that the sounds a boy made when he came were not that much different than the sounds a girl made when she came.

Becky humped her ass up off the bed with ever-increasing speed. At first it felt good, but it soon grew frustrating, and Becky knew she needed more direct stimulation.

Abruptly she reached down and skimmed off her panties. Then, before she lay back down, she wiggled her shoulders and doffed her opened bra. Then she settled back down again, her knees up and bent, her slender body naked on her double bed.

When her fingertip first touched her naked cunt directly, Becky jumped, her own touch surprising her. Her pussy was very hot and very wet and her finger felt as if it might be sucked right up into her body. She held just the tip at the mouth of her cunt for a second, testing the way the lips of her pussy opened and closed, almost as if they were breathing.

Then, slowly, she rolled her finger around the mouth of her pussy, keeping just the tip inside herself. The heat her body generated never ceased to amaze her, and she wondered if every girl her age was as hot as she was, or if she was some sort of freak. Maybe if she could get her brother to fuck her she would be able to tell if she was normal or not. Maybe Tom would know.