Brian Laver - More than a mother

Bobby Arnold was tightening the nuts on his bicycle wheel when he heard the girl's voice.

"Are you sure no one will come by here?"

"I told you, my mother's busy in the house and my brothers aren't home."

Bobby recognized his brother Carl's voice, and he was with one of the many girls who regularly fucked him. Carl was eighteen, and Bobby wished he were that old, too, if it would mean tie could get laid. At eighteen, he was still a virgin, even though he tried his damnedest to get his prick between the wet lips of same chick's cunt.

He heard footsteps and figured that his brother was bringing the girl into the garage where he was fixing his bike. Suddenly, he had an inspiration. Jumping to his feet, he scrambled behind a wheelbarrow and crouched down. His heart rounded when he heard two sets of feet patter into the garage. The door of the family car opened, and then slammed shut. Bobby waited a few minutes before he dared lift his head to see what was going on.

Just as he expected. Carl's head was pressed against a head of long brown waves. They were kissing and Bobby's cock immediately got hard in horny jealousy. He knew he would be able to watch if he were a little careful. The two in the car would be too busy to notice him lurking around.

From where he was, Bobby could only see their heads and he would have to get a better vantage point. There was a workbench near him, and from there he could climb right into the rafters of the garage. He would have to be quiet, or his brother would probably beat the shit out of him for watching. It was worth the dangers involved, though. Bobby climbed up on the bench and crouched in the shadows.

Now he could see his brother's hand caressing the big swell under the girl's jersey. Carl looked a lot like Bobby, and Bobby found it easy to pretend that it was him in the car with that girl. His hand formed a cupped shape as he imagined what it would feel like to have a warm, soft tit in it. He hoped his brother would get a lot from that girl because he could at least share the action as far as looking went and in his horny condition that was quite a lot.

When Bobby saw his brother pulling the girl's tight jersey up over her big jugs, his heart leaped and his head got dizzy. The twin mounds curved so deliciously to their pink tips that Bobby was sure he'd never seen anything so beautiful. When his brother lowered his head and took one of those pink nipples into his mouth, his blond hair fell over the tit and obstructed Bobby's view, but the sight of seeing his brother sucking that tit was exciting enough.

After sucking the girl's tits for a while, Carl lifted his head. Bobby could see how wet the tits were from the kissing and sucking they'd received. Bobby's own mouth was watering in hunger, but he would have to content himself with watching.

The bodies in the car began squirming and lifting, and it was clear to the hidden spectator that they were struggling to get their pants off. Bobby was wild with excitement. He was jealous of his brother but he was rooting for him, too. He had never seen somebody get fucked, and since that was almost all be ever thought about, he was anxious to see the real thing. The pants were thrown into the front seat, and Bobby stood so he would get a good view.

The girl was pushed down on her back. Before her body was covered with Carl's, Bobby saw her tits flatten slightly on her chest. Her knees were sticking up and spread. Over the horizon of the sill of the window, Bobby could see her ass and muff. The sight of a wide-open cunt sent shivers of excitement through the young voyeur.

As he peered through the window, the girl's crotch was eclipsed by his brother's bare ass. The young kid watched his brother maneuver his hips so his cock would find the wet cunt-lips waiting for him. Cad's ass lifted, and then lowered with such a low, sensual movement that Bobby knew he was sinking his cock deep into the girl's pussy. He could almost feel the cunt on his own cock as his brain strained to imagine what it would feel like.

Now he could see both asses, but the cunt was out of sight. His brother's balls were swinging back and forth as he pumped his rod in and out of the girl's pussy. As the pumping motion speeded up, sounds of passion drifted through the cool air of the garage. Bobby knew immediately what the noises were, and they increased his lust to the point where he had to unzip his fly and fish out his own cock.

He was so hot that his fingers on his prick nearly made him pop his wad. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and copied the pumping motion of the two asses in the car. He had to restrain himself from going too fast because he wanted to come at the same time his brother shot his load into that chick's cunt. That would make it more exciting somehow, he thought.

Every time the asses thrust together, Bobby slid the loose skin of his prick back. They were increasing their pace, and Bobby was beginning to feel the swirling waves of pleasure flow through him. His mouth dropped open and he gasped for air silently. The fuckers in the car didn't have to worry about being quiet, and grunts and moans of pleasure were now flooding from the opened windows.

Bobby saw his brother's ass jerk spasmodically as his own prick jerked in his fist. A white bullet of jism rocketed across the garage and almost hit the side of the car. Other gobs of jism followed, and made a trail of pearls from the masturbating boy to the middle of the garage. He kept his eyes on his brother's bucking ass until it was still. He'd timed it just right. Now they were all spent, but Bobby had the problem of getting out of sight.

He stuffed his cock back into his pants and began climbing. He crawled up into the rafters where he could still see into the car window a bit, but wouldn't be noticed when the fuckers got out of the car. He was surprised to see his brother lying on top of the chick for such a long time, but then he figured that if he had his cock tucked into a tight pussy, he would be reluctant to take it out, too.

Finally his brother dismounted. Bobby couldn't see the girl's tint from where he was now, but she soon sat up and he had a nice view of her tits again. When she pulled her pants up, he got a farewell shot of her pussy. He knew he would have to remember the sight, because he didn't know when he might get to see one again.

Even though he was high above the car, when the door opened and Carl and the girl stepped out, Bobby was scared he might be caught. He tried to be quiet, but he was so nervous that his body stiffened and his foot slipped. He felt the beam he was sitting on slide out from under his ass and he was falling.

When he landed on the barbeque grill, it made a crushing noise that was so loud that even Bobby was surprised. Carl and the chick jumped a foot off the ground. When they turned to see Bobby sprawled on the crushed grill, they had expressions of pure amazement on their faces. It took them a moment to figure out what had been going on, and as soon as they did; the girl turned towards Carl and slapped him across the face.

"You pervert!" she screamed. "I've heard about you Arnold brothers!"

Then she stormed out of the garage. Bobby was glad to see Carl go after her rather than after him.

"Dot, wait! I didn't know the little punk was up there honest!" Carl was saying.

"Fuck you!" the girl yelled.

Bobby stood up and tried to figure out if he'd broken anything in the fall. He seemed to be all right, except that his legs were shaking, and he knew he would need them soon.

Sure enough. Carl came running into the garage right at Bobby. The younger boy ran to the other side of the car; Carl turned and moved back towards the garage door so Bobby couldn't escape.

"Come here, you little creep!" Carl was yelling. "You really fixed it with her, and she has the nicest cunt in the neighborhood."