Ron Taylor

Hot for brother

CHAPTER ONE

Rachel was standing on tiptoes, putting away the cups and glasses, when a pair of hands encircled her body. They lingered for a moment at her waist, then slid upward as if magnetically drawn toward the full, soft curves of her breasts. "Oh!" she said, nearly dropping a cup in her haste to turn round. "Oh," she said again, lips curling into a gentle, loving smile. "Hello, darling."

Jon's answer was a kiss, planted firmly upon her warm moist-lipped mouth. She melted into his arms, enfolding him as he enfolded her, and they clung together, merging souls in that kiss. Her heart fluttered against his body and, as she pressed closely, she felt the stinging of his cock. The penis rose inside his pants, a rapidly erecting muscle, and she strained to feel its masculine pressure touching her loins. His hand stroked up and down her back, feeling at last to cup her buttocks, and Jon pulled her even closer while Rachel squirmed passionately at his erotic embrace.

"Now," he whispered, moist breath dampening her cheek and upper lip. "I want you now, darling!"

"Come upstairs," she invited, breathing huskily. "Come upstairs with me. Strip me. Throw me on the bed and mount me. I want you, too!" Her hand moved into the space between their bodies and she traced the outline of his throbbing cock inside his trousers. He was rampant now, and she shuddered delightedly as she fingered his hard steely lance.

"I can't wait," he laughed slyly, relaxing his hold. Rachel stepped back, her ass bumping into the kitchen counter, and the instant she stopped moving, Jon's hands flew to the buttons of her blouse. "Here," he said. "Let's fuck right here. In the kitchen. Now."

He unbuttoned her blouse, flinging the shirt open. His hands immediately closed upon the white-cupped mounds of her tits, and he squeezed and kneaded them with a passion that walked the thin line between savagery and tenderness. Rachel closed her eyes and took a deep breath, causing her tits to lift and rise, filling his eager hands. Her nipples were up, as stiff as his pecker, clawing at the soft nylon of the brassiere in their desire to be bare and free and available to him.

By that time he'd leaned in to his work, tongue scraping on the lightly tanned flesh just above the lace trim of Rachel's bra. She quivered when he touched her there, a lovely delicious quiver that tingled her from head to toes. She put her hands on his head, messing his hair as he licked her skin. "Darling!" she said.

"Now," he repeated, tugging at the white bra until one cup yielded, fabric pulling low to allow the escape of a beautiful brown nipple. His tongue slapped her teat back and forth, the limber bud moving as he licked it, and then he had her nipple in his mouth, sucking, pulling as if the tender pap were a string of flexible taffy. Rachel's fingers dug into his scalp, her head and shoulders tossed back, and she was trilling a soft wordless cry of joy into the pleasant afternoon.

In another moment he had the bra unhooked, and she was bare to the waist almost before she realized. "Oh, hurry," she told him breathlessly as he fondled and kissed her naked tits with hungry excitement. "Oh, hurry! I can't wait!"

Jon straightened up, his eyes glazed with passion as they scanned round the kitchen. "Where?" he asked her. "On the floor? On the table?" Then he brightened, and be tugged at Rachel's hand. In two giant steps he led her to the dishwasher in the corner, and his hands went crazy on the fastening of her slacks.