Robert Haill - His Sexpot Sis

"Shawn Addison, you're a perverted bastard and I won't do it, not even for you. Haven't you any respect for me at all?" Shawn closed the bathroom door and leaned up against it as he studied his sister's angry face. She stood inches away from him with her balled fists on her hips waiting for him to say something.

"You wouldn't dare ask any other girl to do it," she flared. "It's unnatural, Shawn."

"Shut up, Jodi. You're as perverted as I am, my dear, sweet, innocent sister. And you'll do it because you promised me anything I wanted." He unbuckled his trousers and let them drop. Very slowly he inched down his underpants and saw her eyes swoop between his legs.

"You'll be sorry, Shawn," she whispered and gulped as she watched his huge cock spring to life, a magnificent prick fully eight inches long with a tortuous, bulbous cock head. It swung like a scythe as he moved over to the bath and bent over. Now with his back to her he was pulling his bum cheeks open wide.

"Shave me, Jodi, down and around my balls so when I take you I can feel every velvet inch of your body up against me."

She moved toward him in a trance and absently picked up the electric shaver that would shear the golden hairs off his spunk-filled balls. She dropped down onto her knees and her eyes fixed on his pendulous balls. They were big, she told herself, too big for a teenager. But so was his cock. There was nothing small about him.

"Take a good look, Jodi. We have the whole house to ourselves and we won't be disturbed."

She shook her head as she came out of her trance. He was right. They were alone with their parents off on vacation. She thumbed the switch on the shaver and it buzzed to life as she lightly brushed it up between his bum cheeks. Bending her head.slightly she blew a cloud of fine golden hairs from between his spread buttocks and with a giggle gave them a playful smack.

"Ouch! That hurt. Stop it. Remember, It s your birthday in a few weeks," he reminded her.

She started to tingle all over as she thought about their bargain of giving themselves to each other as absolute slaves as birthday presents. Then he'd be at her feet obeying her every will as she had to now.

He turned his head and looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes shining mischievously as a hundred lurid pictures skipped through his head of the things he would make her do.

Jodi had short brown hair with blonde tips styled as an urchin cut. She was medium build with a round cheeky face. Her nose was wide and ran within an inch of her sulky mouth. Her pouting lips were always moist and slightly apart like she was holding her breath. Right now she was naked and her small, tight titties were erect with her dark nipples extended. Her stomach was fiat and without an ounce of fat rising only a little around her love mound that she kept shaved. Without a vee of hair her puffy cunt hole showed like a rosebud about to burst into bloom. She arched her back and returned his searching look, enjoying being admired and wanted. She could almost read his mind and she smiled to herself. Maybe he was right and she was as perverted as he was. In fact she would probably invent a few of the games they would play to celebrate his birthday. Damn him, he was so good looking, what girl wouldn't want to go to bed with him?

He had an untidy mop of sandy hair and piercing blue eyes. His mouth laughed all the time. Now he was standing up and turning around and mechanically she whisked the buzzing shaver around his balls and circled his cock stem. His prick stood curved and glistening with bath oil and it jerked spasmodically as if it wanted to rear up even larger.

"It's beautiful," she whispered and caught her breath wishing she hadn't said it. With her free hand she reached and her fingers danced from his cock head to his now-hairless balls. It was like she had waited all of her young life for today, and it was theirs and theirs alone.

"Suck it," he invited with a low choking growl wanting to see his cock slowly disappear between her wet lips down her throat. He imagined he could feel her small white teeth nibbling and biting his quivering pole. He moaned in anticipation as he stared unashamed into her enormous blue eyes.

"Not yet, darling. Let's go into my bedroom." Her eyes teased him. "There's something I want you to do. I'm sure you'll like it."

"What?" He was cautious now.

"Come on." She grabbed at his throbbing dong and had him from the bathroom. Letting go of him she skipped across the hall to her room.

Meekly, he followed her thinking of all the things he would love to do to her delicious round, tight bottom and thinking of the time he had seen their mother spanking it when she had been naughty. He had watched through the crack of her door as her bottom flushed pink, then angry red and she had squirmed across her mother's knee. How she had hollered and bawled for her to stop. Strangely, it had excited him and he had had to rush into his room to relieve himself.

Going into her bedroom he felt guilty, for like their parents room it was out of bounds. He looked around at the frilly curtain billowing at the open window and at the forget-me-knot wallpaper. His feet were buried in the thick wool carpet as he went and stood at the end of her single bed catching sight of himself in the full-length mirror attached to the wardrobe door. For a split second he stood stock still, seeing himself now as she saw him. His hands started to move down to cover his thrashing weapon, then stopped. He didn't have to cover himself this time.

She was searching through a chest of drawers and she let out a cry of delight and looked over at him with an impish grin.

"Now what are you up to?" he asked going over to her. His hand dropped to stroke her curved bottom and he pinched the soft flesh, slowly inching his fingers into the dark recess of her swell.

"Look!" She held up a pair of black panties frilled with lace and a pair of black stockings.

He frowned, not understanding.

She found a miniscule skirt in the drawer and giggled.

"I don't want you to dress," he grumbled.

"I'm not going to," she laughed. "I want you to put them on, Shawn."

"Me! But that's silly."

"No it's not. Be a sport and dress, like a girl. It'll be fun."

"No," he said flatly.

"Why not? Some men wear girl's clothes and like it."

"I'm not like that," he scowled.

"How do you know if you haven't tried it?"

"I just know, that's all"

"Here, catch." She tossed the black panties at him. "They'll fit so snug around your bottom. I must see them on you."

He crushed them in his hands and grinned crookedly at her. Why not humor her if that was what she wanted? He bent and put his foot through one leg and then the other and inched them up with some difficulty. They bit into his skin and he had to bend his cock down to cover it.

"Now these." She came close to him and knelt and eased his toes into the black stockings and rolled them up his legs, over his quivering buttocks, lightly touching his cock as she drew the caressing silk up to his waist.

"The last thing is the skirt, Shawn." She held it out to him.

His fingers touched hers as he took the garment from her.

"You look fantastic, Shawn."

"You're just saying that to urge me on."

"No I'm not." Her voice trembled. It did something to her, seeing him in her underwear.

He dragged the miniskirt up around his narrow hips and zipped it with the awful feeling that someone might come and catch him. He shrugged the feeling off because the nearest neighbor to their home was over a mile away. There were lots of advantages having up in the hills away from everyone, he thought idly.

"Turn around, Shawn. Mmmmmm-nice. Bend over." She giggled. "All you need now is a bra."