She finally relaxed with a sigh. When she caught her breath, Sam pulled off her shirt then spun and rolled forward onto her belly. “All right, Bobbie, stand up and lose the shirt.”
Eager for more, he whipped his shirt off like it had caught fire.
“Okay, now let me in those pants of yours, young man.” Bobbie unsnapped his jeans, but Sam pushed his hands away to unzip them and drag them down to his knees. His boxers followed his shorts and for the first time in my relatively experienced life, I was looking at another man’s erect dick in real time.
Bobbie was big. He was longer than I was by a couple of inches. But he wasn’t nearly as thick around. Good for him. His sex life was going to be less complicated than mine. Basically, any woman who saw that cock was going to want it without hesitation. Samantha was no exception.
“Whoa, Heather honey, your brother is seriously packing.”
Sam didn’t have to tell Heather because she was already staring at her brother’s hard cock as it bobbed in the open air. Her mouth just opened and closed a few times in shock. “Dude!” was all she managed to get out.
Bobbie chuckled bashfully. “Aw, thanks guys.”
Sam broke Heather’s reverie by wrapping two of her hands on Bobbie’s shaft and stroking him gently. As Sammie worked her brother’s cock, Heather hauled me over to the foot of the bed next to them. She paused to yank her own sweatshirt off and it pulled her scrunchi with it so that her brassy blonde hair fell free. Beneath the sweatshirt, she was wearing a tight little pink babydoll t-shirt that stretched across her full round breasts.
She left the shirt on but hurriedly yanked off my clothes in a near frenzy. My little girl was definitely horny. When my cock was free, Heather skipped the handjob. She leaned in and sucked me directly into her mouth. She bobbed her little pink lips halfway down my shaft, moaning softly as she did it.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bobbie’s head turn towards us to watch his sister swallow me. As weird as it was for me, it had to be weirder for him. Sure enough, he gasped at the sight.
Still stroking him with two hands, Sam watched him watching us. “You want to try that?”
“Yes, please.”
I had to wonder if he’d meant having his dick sucked generally or specifically sucked by his sister.
Sam wasn’t giving him the option. “Good news, let’s just say I’m at least as good at this as your sister.”
She began lick the purple tip of his shaft as she continued stroking him. Bobbie shivered as she lathed his sensitive end. Then Sam popped his knob into her mouth easily. One of her hands drifted down to cup his balls. She began to descend onto his dick, swallowing him inch by inch – first two inches, then four. From the side, I watched Sam’s jaw distend as he eased past her mouth and into her throat. Then it was five inches. Then seven. Bobbie was looking down at Samantha with amazement. Another half inch or so and her nose touched his belly. She was breathing comfortably through her nose with his entire length buried between her lips.