M Kress - The family act

Mary Desmond was sixteen and hot to fuck. She straightened as she stepped from the shower. The warm air felt wonderful upon her naked teenaged body. The shower would help her look fresh for the act she would be doing on stage.

She was sharing her dressing room with her brother, Ronny. He had used the shower first, and then she had gone in. The warm water had excited her.

Her tits bobbed on her chest. She moved carefully. She liked the feel of her flesh sliding freely. She glanced over at the mirror in the corner and could see her white body clearly. Her thick brown nipples became stiff as she stared. The puffy lips of her pussy were slightly wet from excitement. She shook her head. She mustn't let Ronny know about her sexual fever.

She felt guilty each time the passions overtook her. She was brought up in a very religious family, and wasn't accustomed to such strange feelings. Her thoughts were interrupted momentarily when she heard her brother dressing on the other side of a screen which divided the room.

Her tits were full and heavy. They had already reached their maximum size. She smiled at her reflection. Her thick brown nipples were stiff and sensitive now. She reached up slowly and caressed them. She stifled a moan of excitement.

Mary watched her fingers slid from her melonlike tits down her sides. The satiny smooth feeling of her skin was bringing hot blood to the surface of her body.

Her eyes followed the movements of her hands as they went farther down upon her body. She grinned. The flat plain of her stomach was baby soft. She liked the feel of it. Her fingertips brought goosebumps to her body.

Her hands traced the outline of her hips. A thick patch of black pubic hair covered her cunt. The hair masked the slit of her sex. Her hands slid to her cunt. She let one of her fingers slide up into her hole. The way was slick with her juices!

She opened her mouth in pleasure. Her thick middle finger brought sparks to her mind. She could hardly think. The blood pounded in her ears. The sight faded from her eyes. The image in the mirror seemed to disappear.

In the back of her mind, Mary could hear herself saying no, but it felt so good! The muscles in her legs relaxed, and she squatted slightly. Her fingers dug into her slit. The blood flashed to her tits and cunt. She let one hand slide up to her breasts.

It was happening again the sin of sex. She knew it was a sin, but she couldn't help it. It was almost too much for her teenaged mind. She bit her lower lip as tears of frustration came to her eyes. She wanted to come! She wanted to do it! But she couldn't. She just couldn't. Not with her brother pulling on his pants on the other side of the thin screen.

Mary rubbed her thumb over her nipple. The blood-engorged nubbin jerked under the contact. She loved it! Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. She licked her lips. Sweat beaded on her forehead. The finger up her twat continued to dig away and her thumb ground against her clit.

It sent jolts of pleasure up into her mind. It was delicious! It was delightful!

But the horrible feelings of guilt made her cry. She did it silently. She wanted to stop, but her body demanded release. It was all too much for her. Confusion whirled around within her as her fingers and hands pulled and stabbed into her body. Her tits felt as hot as fire, her nipples stiff. It was searing her mind. She gritted her teeth and her beautiful, young face became a distorted mask of wanton passion!

The tide of her lust rose higher. The fire in her tits and cunt roared in her ears. But still no sounds escaped her throat. She didn't want her brother to hear. She wondered for a brief instant what her brother looked like naked. Did he have a big prick? The thought flashed in and out of her mind in a second. But the image that it had planted still remained.

A spark leaped up from her gushing cunt. Her clit spasmed. Her orgasm smashed upon her quickly. It sent her mind to reeling. She collapsed upon the chair near the mirror and her hips bucked and jerked on the bottom of the chair. Her fingers continued to dig into her hairy hole and her hand became coated with her love juice.

A small moan of satisfaction escaped from her mouth as her body slowly relaxed. It had been heaven.

"Are you all right, Sis?" Ronny asked.

Mary jerked upright, and brought her mind back from the clouds. She shook herself. "Yes, I'm fine. Just fine."

"Okay," Ronny said. "We've got twenty minutes."

"I'll be ready," Mary promised.

Mary bowed her head and looked down at her naked body. It had betrayed her again. It had come alive under her hands. It had taken over her mind. And she had succumbed to the horrible sin of finger-fucking herself. She knew she couldn't tell anyone about it. It was beginning to happen more and more. But especially when Ronny was around.

Ronny glanced over at the corner mirror again. The sight of his sister's naked body burned into his thoughts. He had watched the entire obscene episode. He had been surprised and shocked at first. The sight of his sister's nude body had brought his cock to a stiff stand at once. The thick prick had made his balls ache. But when he saw his sister playing with herself, he had quickly dropped his pants and shorts. He had jacked off as he had watched.

Ronny was a normal, healthy boy of seventeen. But the life of being on tour all the time wore him down. The life of a superstar was hectic. He had groupies, but they were all so young! And his mother watched he and his sister very closely.

His balls still ached slightly from the sinful sight of watching his sister fuck herself. He knew it was done by girls, but his own sister? It made him evaluate her in a new light. It was odd he had thought only of her as a sister and not a sex object.

Ronny glanced at the floor. The thick wads of his cum were still there. He pulled up his pants and tightened the belt. He got the towel he'd used and wiped the cream-colored fluid. He caught another glance of his sister's body in the corner mirror. She had turned around and was putting on her clothes. Her asscheeks jiggled as she stepped into her light blue bikini panties.

They both finished dressing quickly. After ten more minutes, they were waiting in the wings of the stage. Their act was famous. They were the famous brother and sister act. They brought in millions and they were happy. But the tension in their young bodies was beginning to make itself felt.

Ronny suddenly realized he had a dry throat. He walked back toward the far water fountain. He didn't want ice cold water, but merely something to soothe his throat. Two stagehands were standing nearby. They didn't see him.

"You know," one of them said to the other, "those kids look too wholesome."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, Garth," the other nodded.

"I bet they fuck each other, that's what I think," the bearded hand said, the one called Garth.

Ronny continued to drink and listened.

"I'd sure like to get into the sister's hot, juicy little cunt!" the other smirked.

The two stage hands walked away. Ronny stood up, shocked. Fuck his sister? Why that was an interesting idea. Ronny's face lit up in a broad smile. If his sister was as hot as she appeared, Ronny knew it could be very easy. And they always took showers after their performances.

Mary felt odd. She didn't know what it was, but it seemed as if Ronny had acted a little strange during the performance. She was glad the rest of the family would be with them in three days. They could take a rest then.

Mary turned on the shower and quickly pulled off her panties and bra. Her ripe tits sprang free. The warm air brushed against her cunt. A frown creased her forehead. Would another shower set her off again? She hoped not.