5 comments/ 50692 views/ 16 favorites African Safari Ch. 01 By: EditorinChief English is not my language – so be nice when it comes to grammar – be honest when it comes to the story. This is just the beginning... Sometimes you just sit there, staring without seeing, your mind somewhere else than present time and place. I had to admit it would have looked that way as I sat waiting for the airline to call us to the gate, my eyes locked on the gorgeous ass just a couple of meters away from me. Clad in a short, loose, chequered skirt and a tight red top, the woman stood impatiently tripping from one foot to the other, a movement that made the shirt lift and swirl to and from. It was not the worst of ways to wait for the gate to open. "Earth to John?" My sister Christine laid her hand on my knee and looked me in the eyes with a hint of a smile. "Too much work and to little play for my little brother the last year?" she grinned. I smiled innocently back. "Hmmm? What do you mean?" She just snorted and gave me a accusing but humorous smile before she returned to her magazine. It had been a long year. The newspapers continued to cut their staff budgets, and for freelance photographers like me, that meant more work. Even if they sacked their own photographers, they needed pictures, and I had been working seven days a week for almost a year now. The upside of it was the money. Feeling I couldn't take much more work without some time off, I decided to take three weeks in the African bush. I had it all booked when my brother decided it was time to reveal he preferred cocks to pussy. My sister and he had been married for three years, and the rest of the families thought they struggled to have a baby. It seems my sister's struggle was to get him to get it up when she was around. If I knew he didn't had a hard on around her, I would have called his bet a long time ago. My sister is not the kind of woman you ignore if you like tits, ass and pussy. At 26 she is still young and firm, but a woman in every aspect. She's 172 cm tall and slim, but not too slim. She got the necessary fat on her body, but for some reason The Creator has decided all her fat is to be placed on her ass and tits. I am 24, and like every younger brother I have checked out my sisters underwear. Now nobody believes me, but this is absolutely true: She is a 75H, or a 34E in US terms. Getting the right size bras is a pain for her, and she hates guys staring at her rack – so she normally dresses in baggy clothes. But her husband must have seen her nude, and if your cock doesn't stand to attention when you see her in a bikini, you probably prefer cocks yourself. Yes, even I – her brother – have to hide my erection around her when she wears skimpy clothing. As my ex brother decided to leave Christine in favour of a guy named Manuel, she was heartbroken. She stayed indoors for weeks, and the first time we managed to get her out of their house, her eyes welled up every time she saw a couple holding hands or showing affection. My mother is a pretty strong willed woman, and she pretty soon decided my sister needed a break from her familiar surroundings. So here I sat at the airport, heading for my much needed vacation, with my older sister tagging along. Luckily we aren't that different – we both love the outdoors, and she is a pretty good photographer herself. We had been talking about the vacation for weeks now, and looked forward to spend some time together – far from work and people pitying my sister. Ten minutes delayed the gate opened and we were allowed to board the plane for Johannesburg. My sister always prefer the window seat, while I prefer the aisle seat. I am 187 cm, almost six feet one, and long flights kill my legs if I can't stretch out. Trying to make it as comfortable as possible, it wasn't until the security message I noticed Ms Chequered Skirt sat in the seat next to me. She and another man had a four seat row all by them selves, and I have to admit I envied them the luxury. But most of all I envied him the possibility to sit next to such a hot woman. I had only seen her ass in the queue, but her tits were just as nice: positioned high on her chest, perky and with obviously big nipples. They weren't as big as my sisters – but not many can compete with her when it comes to size. I was more than happy with less – if I only could get my hands on them. But this woman was not for me, so I settled down to just grab a peek whenever I thought I could get away with it. A couple of hours later I had to take my first stroll around the cabin to get my circulation back in my legs. The crew had turned off the lights, and most passengers were sleeping. As I returned to my seat, I noticed that Ms Chequered Skirt lay with her head in the lap of the man she travelled with. Of the four seats on their row he sat on the furthermost, while she had curled up with the airline blanket over her shoulders and barely covering her fabulous round ass. On the other side of the aisle my sister had found the eye covers, the pillow and the blanket provided by the airline company, obviously already on a date with Mr Sandman – and by the smile on her face it was a good date. I sat down next to her and tried to sleep, but I never sleep well on planes. I kept waking up. Each time I woke I had to grab a peek at that fantastic round ass of Ms Chequered Skirt. One of the times I peeked I saw her rolling her hips, and I smiled, remembering one of my ex girlfriends who did the same thing in her sleep. She was a wild thing. Maybe Ms Chequered Skirt was as well? I soon found out. The next time I woke I heard faint, slurping sounds. I glanced over at the couple on the four seat row and saw her head bobbing up and down in his lap. She was blowing him! He sat there with his head tilted back, closed eyes and open mouth. He could have been sleeping, but his left hand was busy stroking her ass, and the stroking had already made the skirt ride so high on her thigh that I could se all of her ass: no panties! I could see everything: anus, outer lips – the lot. Each time he grabbed her ass her outer lips would open up and show me a glistening opening. My cock was rock hard, and I had to shift my cock to make it less painful. Why did I wear jeans? Too little space for having an erection! I couldn't see his cock, but she was doing a good job, by the look of his face. My eyes rarely drifted away from her pussy, but one of the time I looked over at him, he had opened his eyes and looked straight back. I froze, but he just smiled and winked. Then he open up her pussy for me to see again. After a couple of minutes he tried to reach her pussy with his hands, but the way he sat he just couldn't reach. He looked at me again and gave med a "come here" motion with his hand. Did he want me to join? I looked around and tried to decide if he really did and if I dared move. Everyone else seemed to sleep, and the flight attendants seemed occupied in the aft. I silently slipped out of my seat, and sat down on the half way empty seat next to her ass. She continued bobbing her head up and down his shaft, but now I could see she had pushed her top up and her bra down, and was kneading her beautiful breast, pulling her nipples with one hand, and jacking him off with the other. I sat there watching the action – not knowing what to do. But as she continued to roll her hips, I guessed she wanted her ass and pussy played with. And with my cock so hard and in control of me, it didn't take me long to start to stroke her ass. On each stroke I let my hand get closer and closer to her pussy lips. As I touched them for the first time she let out at moan around his cock, and my own cock twitched. Man, this was unreal! I glanced over at my sister, and thanked God she was still asleep. My fingers now concentrated on the pussy lips in front of me, sliding back and forth along the wet slit. Her bobbing sped up, and the breathing of the cocks owner followed. Where they close? This could end almost before it ended for me, but what could I do? What I wanted – no needed – to do, was to feel the insides of this very wet and horny pussy. I slowly wiggled my finger between her puffy lips and felt her pussy almost suck it in. I heard another muffled moan from her. She must have known that another person was fingering her, as the guy she was blowing had both his hands on her head now. Still she didn't care. She loved my finger sliding slowly in and out of her slick pussy. I let another finger enter her, and then a third. Her rolling of the hips turned into a desperate fucking against my fingers, and her hand was doing things to her breast that would hurt if she wasn't as horny as she was. She had stopped bobbing her head, and was now concentrating on sucking what was in his balls out of the cock. My own cock really started to yell its pain out to my brain. I ached to take it out, but with so many people around me I didn't dare. Suddenly she was successful with her attempts to empty his balls. I heard a groan, looked up from staring at her delicious pussy, and saw him sitting there with head throw back, open mouth and hips jerking up and down. Her throat worked swallowed a couple of times, and then they were silent. Now movement. No sounds. I had stopped fucking her with my fingers, and felt it was time to retreat my three digits. As soon as I did, she slowly tucked his cock into his trousers, sat up and pulled her top down. The way she had been laying, she now sat right next to me. She didn't look at me, but kept staring at him. I didn't know what to do. Something didn't seem right, but I just couldn't get myself to return to my seat. After a couple of minutes I could hear slow snores form him. That's when the most amazing thing happened. She turned towards me, looked me in the eyes, and then down on the bulge in my jeans. She wet her lips slowly, and then placed her hand on my thigh. I just sat there frozen. Was this real? Would I soon wake up? Her hand didn't linger on my thigh for long. She started working on the buttons in my jeans, open my belt and trust her hand down my briefs. Two soft moans were heard, hers and mine, as she grabbed my cock. Then she pulled it out and started jacking me off. I couldn't keep my hands idle anymore, and on pure instinct returned three fingers into her slit. Another two moans. She slid further down in the seat, pushed her pelvis up, and started fucking my fingers eagerly while whimpering. I felt I was close to coming, but my jeans pressed hard against my cock, and kept my juice in the sack. We sat there, pleasing each other and stared into each others eyes – hunger for more evident in hers, and probably in mine as well. This was incredible and frustrating. My brain worked hard to find a way to tell her I wanted to fill her up with more than just my fingers. The toilet! That would be the solution! But just as I was about to invite her with me, she let go of my cock, removed my fingers from her pussy, and sat up. She shivered, and then leaned over to me. I nearly came when I felt her hot breath on my ear and her whisper reached me: "The toilet! Now!" I have never managed to pack my cock into my trousers that fast before – at least not while having a hard on. But it took me no more that 30 seconds to get from my seat to the toilets behind us. I opened the door and stepped in, expecting her to follow right behind me. When she didn't, I felt like an idiot. She just played me! I waited for a couple of minutes, and were about to give in and return to my seat when the door opened up, and she stepped in. Without even caring to close the door, she mashed her lips against mine and grabbed my ass. A bit flustered I managed to handle the door, and slide the lock in place before my hands copied hers. She tasted like red wine. "I needed to clean up after he came," she whispered. I smiled at her, but didn't get any smile in return. She had her eyes locked on my groin again, and in a few seconds she had my fly opened again, and hard cock in hand. "Can we do this silently?" she asked, as if to my cock. I just nodded – as did my hard on. She giggled softly and started to stroke me slowly. "How?" my voice croaked. She pushed me backwards towards the toilet seat. Just before I sat down she grabbed my pants and trousers and pulled them down to my ankles. "Just sit back," she said, before she started to lift her skirt. She straddled me while still holding my cock, and slowly started to slide down on my cock. "God! I have needed this for so long. That jerk of a husband of mine prefers me to blow him, and then he always falls asleep!" she moaned. I was mesmerized. How did I get in this situation? Sitting on a plane with my cock in a wonderful, extremely tight and wet pussy? This was a dream I never thought I had – but it just came true. She started to rise and fall on my dick. Slowly in the beginning, but rapidly faster and faster. I had my hands on her hips, but the movement behind her top caught my eye and I started to lift the material to se them properly. She had her hands on my shoulders to steady herself while impaling herself on my cock harder and harder. She had started panting and moaning, but managed to keep the noise down. "Fuck, your cock is good! Fuck! Its big!" I smiled at her again and could keep my question to pop: "Better and bigger than your husbands?" She moaned louder in response, digging her nails into my shoulder. I got her top over her breasts and started mauling them. "Fuck, yeah! Sooo much better than him... yeah... uhn... sooo much bigger than him... uhn. Fuck me." I felt my balls was starting to boil, but didn't want this to end just yet. "Get up and turn around," I ordered. She jumped off my cock, turned and rested her hands on the sink. That lovely ass looked really inviting, and knowing it was inviting as well, I didn't wait to line my cockhead up against her pussy lips. "Ready?" I whispered, and grabbed her hip with my left hand. I let my cock sink just far enough into her to make sure it wouldn't slip out when I let it sink all the way in. As I let go of my cock and put my right hand on her hip as well, she groaned and nodded. "Do it hard," she urged me. So – what can a man do? I slammed my cock in, all the way – and in the process slammed all the air out of her. A loud "whooh" came from her, before she steeled herself, hands gripping the sink hard, and shivered. I started banging her fast and hard, making sure to hit the bottom of her with every trust. "Yeah! That's it! Give it to me... hard! I hope.. you have all... of that cock of yours... inside me!... If you don't..., you may end... in my WOMB!" she grunted. I just grinned. Trying that would not help much to keep this silent. "You like cheating on your husband?" I teased as I reached for her tits. She looked at me in the mirror and smiled wickedly. "You are not the first one... but I would say you are the biggest..." The situation and her dirty talking made my balls boil, and I worked hard not to come before her. It didn't take much to bring her over the top, though. Two active fingers on her clit was enough to make her go rigid, before she started to shake and squirt all over the floor. With one last trust I let my first spurt coat her bottom from a short distance, and then just continued to fill her up. As that first spurt hit her, she went over again, shaking and whimpering. With all the sexual tension out of our bodies, the fact that we didn't know each other hit us with full force. Nervously we started to get our clothes in order, saying nothing. Just as she reached for the lock, she turned towards me and smiled. "You... you have the most amazing equipment I have ever seen. I hope we are taking the same flight back..." I grinned and touched her cheek. "So do I. But I would prefer a bit more time, and a possibility to really see if I could enter that womb". She winked at me, unlocked the door and checked if the coast was clear. Then she slipped out of my sight. When I returned to my seat, she sat with her feet tucked up under her with a blanket wrapped around her and with her eyes closed. My sister still slept, and the cabin was quiet. But just as I was about to sit down, an air stewardess approached me and whispered in my ear: "Next time: use the ones in the aft. They are almost sound proof..." African Safari Ch. 02 Second leg of the African Safari. It might be smart to read first leg first. I hope you will give me feedback -- that is my second biggest thrill... ------------ I lost Ms Chequered Skirt in our hurry to get through passport control and get our luggage. My sister, Christine, was all chirpy and happy, obviously having slept ok, and looking forward to our three week vacation in the African bush. My mood was not in the same shape. Though I had the experience of my life in the plane cabin last night, I hadn't slept much, and were in a desperate need of a huge and strong coffee. "Do you see my bag? Now almost everyone else have got theirs, and mine isn't here yet!" My sister started to patrol the luggage belt to see if she could spot her backpack. I didn't bother to tell her mine wasn't here yet either, but she spotted that soon enough. "What's up with this? Why are we the only ones without bags? What kind of start of a vacation is this?" She had started on a steep emotional downhill, and I knew from experience it was my job to stop that. "I'll check with Lost Luggage. Just wait here, sis." The cute, huge racked, lady behind the counter at Lost Luggage managed after half an hour to locate our backpacks. In the meantime I got my fill of oogling titflesh. She was enormous, and showed it. "Your packs are on their way with another plane now. We'll be able to get them to your hotel late tonight," she said, and leaned forward to give me another deep peek down her cleavage. I knew we couldn't do much about the delay, and gave myself a mental pat on the back for packing clean underwear and toothbrush in my camera bag. I never checked in my camera bag. My sister hadn't had the same foresight. "No bags? I can't go in these clothes for a whole day! In the heat in this country I'll start to stink faster than you can say deodorant!" "Tell you what, sis: We'll get the transfer to the hotel, and then we'll go shopping. I could probably need some new shorts anyway. My treat." That was the magic words, it seemed, and Christine's mood started to climb to the same height it had before the luggage incident. She hooked her arm in mine, and started talking about all we would see and do the next week as we passed customs and entered the chaos that was arrival waiting hall. "Do you see anyone with our name on a sign?" Christine scouted the whole area, but to no avail. We split up and really started to look for our driver, but found none. Time to use the phone, I thought. It was a smart move. "He waited for sooo long, they told me. So he left the airport. Probably because of the backpacks," I told my sister. "But there is another driver coming over now. He is supposed to pick some others of our group. They asked us to wait at the coffee shop, and he'll be here in 30 minutes." Travelling in groups is always a bit of a gambling game. You may get a fantastic group and have a great time -- or you may get a nightmare on your hand. I started to scan the area for another couple with backpacks, but couldn't find any. We got ourselves some coffee, and tried to relax at one of the tables at the coffee shop. After ten minutes a middle aged Englishman asked if it was ok to take the table nearest ours, and I just smiled and nodded. Good call again. He waved at someone, and two lovely but very different women entered the shop: The oldest of the was a lady of perhaps 40. Dyed, blonde, shoulder long hair, perfect makeup, black office pants and a white blouse, and of course with pearl ear rings and necklace. She had a nice ass, and I would guess a 70C/32B bra size. What really caught my eyes -- and my breath -- was the young woman right behind her: Probably 17 or 18 years old, natural blonde hair in a ponytail, big, beautiful green eyes, a super short mini skirt of the kind I use to call "a belt", and a couple of high standing 75D/34C breasts struggling to break free from a tight fitting pink top. Mind you, dear reader: I didn't really know their breast size, but I like to try to guess them -- and I think I have become pretty good at it! My cock liked what I saw as well... "John! Manners!" My sister scolded me -- with a smile. She had caught me staring at the revelation before me, but during the next 20 minutes I caught her trying to steel glimpses of the man at the neighbor table as well. He was dressed in the masculine version of the older woman: suit pants and shirt. About my height, some stubbles on his cheek from the day before, and proper salt and pepper hair. My sister would probably call him handsome, but I knew she would use the term "yummy", if she would describe him to one of her friends at home. --------- I had almost finished my coffee as a young Caucasian man in his early 20's approached our table. "Christine and John Johnson?" Yes -- that is my name. I have heard a lot of jokes along the lines of "John Johnsons Johnson". My parents planned to call my sister Anita. She is sooo glad they didn't. Even though she needs one... I nodded and stood to shake the man's hand, but his eyes had already found my dear sister. He had real problems with keeping eye contact with her, his eyes drawn to her 75H/34E boobs. "My name is Dirk Van der Heeren. I am here to take you to your hotel. Pleased to meet you." "Pleased to meet you too, Dirk," my sister answered, and to my astonishment she pushed her breasts out a little as she shook his hand. "I cant wait to get to the hotel. Is it a nice place?" "It is beautiful, but not as beautiful as you, Mrs." My sister gave a short giggle, but I couldn't help myself and laughed out loud. "Nice line, Dirk! I am John, and you're lucky she is my sister and not my wife!" His eyes widened at my 'threat', but when he saw my grin he grinned back. "Sorry about my bluntness, but you are a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Johnson. Or is it miss?" My sister smiled at me and half asked me "Is it miss or Mrs. while I am separated, John?" "Go for miss, sis. It suits you better." "Miss Johnson, then. Have you seen the other people of your group?" I shook my head. "We don't know the two yet. And I haven't seen anyone looking like they're on their way into the bush either." Dirk looked a bit insecure for a moment. He took a piece of paper from his back pocket and looked at it. "Ah! I got a bit confused there, but my list says I am supposed to pick up three others. Mr., Mrs. and Miss Evans." That made the middle aged man by the table next to us stand up from his seat. "I am Patrick Evans. This is my wife Eileen and my daughter Julie. We don't look much like bush campers, I am afraid -- but we will in due time, I promise." He smiled to Dirk and then extended his arm to shake hands with me and Christine. When he took Christine's hand I saw her ample chest grab his attention as well. But being a more experienced man, he quickly moved his gaze to her eyes, and smiled friendly. "Nice to meet you both. I'm sure we'll really get to know each other." I don't know if Christine was disappointed or not, but our young driver lost all his attraction towards my sister as soon as his eyes fell on the young Julie Evans. He made sure to carry her suitcase on our short walk to the garage, even if the rest of us used trolleys. All the way he tried to chat her up, but Julie Evans was obviously not impressed. She kept herself close to her dad all the way. Her dad, on the other hand, was very impressed by my sister. The two of them kept talking and getting to know each other all the way. That left me walking alone -- admiring the shapely ass of Eileen Evans as she click-clacked on her high heels out of the building. When we entered the garage I started to get a bit uneasy. All I could see was normal cars -- none looking big enough to carry five passengers and a driver. "Dirk? What kind of car do you drive?" I asked. "Oh, it's a nice car. I've got air conditioning and everything." "That's nice," I smiled. "But how many passengers can you take?" The look of insecurity made a comeback on Dirks face. I knew my guess was right. He couldn't take us all. "I didn't think of that. This is the car," he said, and stopped by an Audi A6 Coupé. "I'll call my boss and ask him what to do. I am so sorry!" "No reason to call, kid," Mr. Evans said, before he turned to Christine and me. "My wife gets car sick easily. I hope you don't mind if she gets to sit in the front. The two of you gets one seat each, and Julie can sit on my lap." I almost volunteered to have the hot little Julie on my lap. I sure wouldn't mind! "The drive is an hour and a half, Mr. Evans. Are you sure that's ok with you?" Dirk said hopefully. A confirmative reply from Mr. Evans set us in motion, loading the car with all our stuff, and then trying to find an ok way to organize ourselves in the back seat. Eileen had taken her spot in the front seat, and didn't seem to care if the rest of us sat ok. "I think I am trying to get some sleep. The flight was terrible, and you know how my car sickness comes more easy when I am tired, Patrick." Mr. Evans looked rather apologetic at the rest of us, but I really didn't blame him. He was the one having another person on his lap for the next hour and a half. And while I would have loved it, I guessed a father wouldn't be that happy with having his young daughters ass grinning all over his lap. Dirk started the car and navigated us out onto the highway towards Pretoria. "It may be a good idea for all of you to get some sleep. This trip isn't very entertaining, I am afraid," he said. Christine, Julie and her father pretty quick seemed to fall asleep, and without anyone to talk to, I started to feel the lack of a good nights sleep start to have it's effect. I don't know how long I had been sleeping when movement to my left stirred me out of my sleep. I didn't open my eyes, just woke up and tried to fathom where I was and what was happening around me. The movement was sort of rhythmic, or should I rather call it monotonous? I slight shaking like someone shaking their foot... or shaking something completely else? My mind was filled with pictures of a girls hand giving a fast hand job. But that couldn't be, could it? To my left was Mr. Evans and his daughter, and they surely couldn't...? Then I became aware of Mr. Evans ragged breathing. I just had to grab a glimpse of what happened. I eased my left eye just a bit open, and through the tiny slit I saw Julie sitting with her head on her fathers right shoulder, eyes closed. Her ass was planted on his knees, far enough from his lap for her to be able to give him a vigorous hand job with her right hand, while her knees were pointed my way. Her fathers right hand had found its way under the tight pink top, and was roughly kneading his daughters big breasts. Now I heard her low whimpers each time he squeezed. I knew what I saw, but I really couldn't bring myself to believe it. Father and daughter behaving like sex starved teens in a packed car, with their mother and wife in the front seat! They seemed totally transfixed on what was happening between them, but it was obvious that Mr. Evans had his eyes on his wife's head all the time -- ready to stop the show if she seemed to wake up. I decided it wasn't my problem if they caught me watching them, so I let both my eyes open up, and watched with interest and a growing erection as Mr. Evans started to lift his daughters top up and over her breasts, freeing them totally for his gropes, and my enjoyment. And what a joy it was! They had looked spectacular in that top, but when freed they seemed perfect: huge, firm, not a hint of sag, big areolas and the tiniest nipples, which now stood proud and hard from the arousal. A triangle over each of her breasts was lighter than the rest, but still not quite white. Young Julie obviously sneaked a day or two of letting the sun caress her bare tits, but most of the time they had been covered up. I wondered if she went topless when just her and her dad was around? The incestuous couple continued their fun, with me watching and getting more and more uncomfortable with my hard dick trying to break free of my jeans confines. Suddenly Julie opened her eyes and looked straight at me. For a second she stopped jerking her fathers cock, but then a dirty glint showed in her eyes and she licked her lips and smiled at me before she started milking Mr. Evans cock again. My eyes moved from her hand to her breasts to her eyes, not being able to decide where to look. She just kept staring at me, mouth partly open and her little pink tongue making frequent visits to her lips. I formed a "wow" with my mouth and winked at her. She smiled even wider and then gave me a look that said "You haven't seen it all yet!" And that I hadn't. Julie stopped playing with her dad, turned her head towards him, and mashed her lips against his. Then she put her right hand on her fathers knee, her left on the back of the seat and lifted her self up from his lap. He seemed to know what was about to happen, because his hand sought out her panties, pulled them to one side, and gave me a nice view of her clean shaved teen pussy. A drop of her pussy juice was evident on her blood engorged pussy lips. Without more foreplay she slowly impaled herself on her fathers dick, letting him all the way inn. He let go of her panties, and in the process her skirt fell down and covered their union. All the time they kissed passionately, with wild tongue action. Mr. Evans groped her breast again while Julie started lifting herself slowly up before she let her pussy slam down on her fathers lap again. The fucking became more and more frantic, but never so obvious that anyone else would notice. Or would they? I shoot a quick look at my sister, but she seemed to be asleep. Next I checked the rear window -- and there I caught Dirk watching the action more than the road. His face was flushed, and as far as I could see he did not have his right hand on the wheel. I winked at him and turned back to the action beside me. Julie had dropped her had back on her fathers shoulder, and was again looking at me as she fucked her father. Her eyes had grown misty, but she still looked me straight in the eye as she wriggled and lifted and sank back down again. Her breathing came in short gasps, and I think I saw her mouth word "I'm bad! Do you like it?" Mr. Evans suddenly grabbed her tit hard and held on for dear life. His hips jerked upwards and her eyes widened. I could almost see in her eyes each time he sprayed her insides with his cum. On the third spray, she bit down on her own knuckle and started to shake. It was too much. I had to do something not to wet my pants with cum myself! So I closed my eyes and thought of glaciers, work, gardening and I don't know what. It was hard trying to not come just by the movement next to me. But after a short while. They went still. I opened my eyes again, and saw Julie lift herself off her father and pull her top down again. Mr. Evans had his head leaned back and eyes closed while he packed his sodden cock back in his trousers. Julie looked over at me again, winked and licked her lips. Then she went back to rest her head on her fathers shoulder, but this time it seemed so much more innocent -- more like it should look when a daughter sits on her fathers lap, trying to get some sleep. The rest of the trip I didn't get any sleep at all. My mind kept playing the film in my head over and over again. I had just witnessed pure, raw incest. Wow! African Safari Ch. 03 Third leg of the African Safari. Our hero and his sister need new clothes – and someone is taking an awful long time in the shower... I eventually fell asleep in the car to our lodge. It wasn't before we took off from the road and stopped in front of the tall barbed gate that I woke up. My sister Christine looked at me with a smile on her face. "Awake at last? You missed a lot of cool stuff, John." "Nah, I think I got the most interesting parts," I grinned and turned towards Mr. Evans and his beautiful and frisky daughter, Julie. I still couldn't believe I had witnessed the two of them fucking in the car, while Mrs Evans sat in the front seat. "Oh? I thought you were asleep the whole time?" "No, I saw him watching some of it," Julie chirped and smiled innocently, first at my sister, then at her father. The heat suddenly seemed to bother him more than it had. He became red and small drops of sweat started to form on his forehead. "Yeah. I saw a lot, I think. I can't wait to se more, though. Do you think it will be more of the same stuff?" "I really hope so!" Julie smiled. Her father turned white. The gate opened up, and our car drove the last 20 meters of the road. Four dogs of different size and breed approached us curiously. Mrs Eileen Evans sat stiff as a pole, watching them. "John! Get those animals away from here! I hate dogs!" Our driver got out of the car, and opened the door to let Julie out, so that her father could chase the dogs away. Christine got out as well, and stretched her toned body to get the travel out of her system. As I crawled out after her, she threw me a happy grin. "Life is good! I cant wait to go shopping for your money and then get a good and long shower. Join me for a beer afterwards?" I returned her smile and nodded. My mind was still on the live porn in the car, and I had decided I wanted a piece of the young Julie Evans' ass myself. "Just let's get our stuff, get checked in and find someone to take us to a mall. There has to be some kind of shops here?" "Yeah. We've got one just a couple of kilometres away. Welcome to Africa and the start of your trip!" We all turned towards the main entrance of the lobby, and saw a huge Afrikaans man walk towards us. I could see Christine liked what she saw – a lot! She straightened her back and flipped her hair as if to cool herself. "My name is Arnie, and this is my lodge. I hope you will enjoy your stay here, even if its just for one night. It's nice to have such lovely people as guests. You are...?" He extended his hand towards Christine, but had trouble with keeping his eyes from settling on her huge rack. As I have said, she is a 75H, or 34E in US terms, and her ass is equally nice. She is built to turn heads, my sister. We all shook hands with Arnie, but as we walked up the stairs to the lobby, he grabbed Christine's small bag, and gave her his arm to guide her in. I just smiled. It seemed to me that my sister had forgotten her gay ex husband already. --- It didn't take long for us to get the keys to our cabins for the first night. Christine and I would share lodging for the whole trip, and on our way to the cabin Christine couldn't stop talking about the handsome Arnie, how nice he was, how well built he was and so on. It was just a too good opportunity to let it go. "Glad to hear you liked him. I sure seemed to like you as well, but I think he is a bit myopic. He seemed to focus on what was nearest to him, and with you, that would not be your face." "John! What a mean thing to say! he was a perfect gentleman. Besides – they are not that big!" "Sister, dear! They are not the biggest I have seen, but beyond doubt the biggest naturals. I have never met any man who manages to let his eyes stay focused on your face. Most of my friends don't even know how your face looks like, but they could describe your beautiful tits in a heartbeat – even though they have never seen them naked." "That's bullshit!" my sister mumbled as we found our cabin and she unlocked it. It was a small building with tin roof, two single beds and a nightstand. The toilets and showers were in a separate building 100 meters away. Christine sat down on one of the beds and jumped a bit to test the softness of it. The bed started to squeak loudly. "Not a bed for any hanky panky," she stated, before she added – as if it was an afterthought: "Do you really think my tits are that big? And beautiful?" "Did I say beautiful? I am sorry if I did. It is not may business as a brother to evaluate them. But yes, I think they are. Mind you, I have never seen them naked, but in some of your bikinis and tops, they looks just spectacular." Christine gave me a weird look, then looked down on her rack. "They are pretty big, aren't they? I have been wondering if I shall get a reduction. I can't seem to get men to talk to me. They all talk to my tits." "I understand it if they start to get too heavy to carry around, but if I were you, I would keep them around for some more years. You could get the reduction when they start to touch your knees." "John! They will NOT touch my knees! What's gotten into you? You have never been this direct with me before!" "That's because I at first was too young, and then you were married. But believe me: I have always wanted to see them up front and naked. Hell, when I was a young teenager you were my prime fantasy!" It might have been bad of me to say those things to my own sister, but the show in the car still replayed in my head, and I was in a sexual mode. And all I said was true and I didn't tell her she still figured in my fantasies from time to time. --- Christine managed to flirt enough with Arnie to get him to fix a ride from his lodge to the nearest shopping mall. Hell, all she had to do was to put a hand on his arm and smile as she told him we needed to get there. He could have promised her rack anything... I don't like to shop, but I think I am good at it – the man way. I spent 10 minutes finding what I wanted, another five minutes to try it on, and then a couple of minutes to pay for it. By the time I was finished, Christine had managed to find two shorts she didn't like. "Finished already, brother? I don't get how you do that! But I guess that is good. Now you can help me!" I couldn't help letting a groan leave my mouth. For the next 30 minutes I nodded, shake my head and tighten my lips in a desperate attempt to seem helpful. To my shock I found I liked helping Christine out with her shopping. In the end we had found some tight tops and I had managed to get her to agree to try on some hot pants and some proper push up bras. As we entered the changing room area we were strictly told by a big black shop assistant that I could not enter my sisters cubicle. We just nodded our acceptance, and Christine brought the pile of clothes in behind the doors. For ten minutes she opened the door and modelled the clothes, and she had to agree that the pants I found for her looked good. "I don't know if I dare wear them though." "Bah! There are nobody here you know, and wouldn't it be nice to have the men look at your legs and ass for a change?" Christine laughed. "Yeah! But with these tops, I need to go naked below my navel to get them notice anything but my 'big, beautiful boobs', don't you think?" "Maybe. Have you tried on the bras?" "No. And I am not going to come out of my cubicle to show the to you either." "That's ok. You can take that decision on your own." It didn't take a long time before Christine's head peaked out from behind the door, though. "I need your assessment, here, John." I laughed. "I am not allowed to go in there, sis." Christine looked at the shop assistant and gave her her sweetest look. "Mind if my husband comes in here with me and helps me deciding how many of the bras I should buy?" You may wonder of the assistant didn't understand we were brother and sister, but we had been speaking in our own language the whole time, and our "guard" had no idea at all. She gave a gruff nod, and I sneaked my way past her and behind the door. "Ooh! This is the first time I am in a changing room with a girl," I joked. Christine just slapped my arm and smiled. "No naughty thoughts now, little brother! Ready to give your verdict on the first one?" Christine held one of the tops up in front of her, but when I nodded she lowered it as if unveiling something special. And special it was. The bra lifted her huge breasts up in such a way that they seemed to point straight at me. Her cleavage was the Grand Canyon of cleavages, and the pink lace made me water my mouth. I couldn't get a word out. "I take that as a 'I like that one'," my sister giggled. When she did, her breasts danced and wiggle on her chest. "I do! Wow, sis! That is the most amazing... How did you not turn your gay husband straight?" "I don't know. He never saw me in bras like this one, to his defence. So, you really like? Its pretty well padded on the underside, that's why they seem to shoot out from my chest. Its not over the top?" "Nah, I think they look amazing ... and the bra looks good as well," I joked. "Ok! Next one... No, don't leave. I cant send you in and out of the door for each one. Just turn around." "You didn't notice there are mirrors on all three walls? I'll see anyway." "Then you just have to close your eyes, dear brother. And no peaking!" I shrugged my shoulders and closed my eyes at her command. But behind my closed eyes I still could see those magnificent huge and round breasts. I knew the were nice, but I had never seen them as that mouth watering. I could feel my cock started stirring in my pants, and tried desperately to think about every no-sexy thing I could think of. "Hm... This one seems a bit to small. Give me a sec... Ok! You can look now." I opened my eyes and immediately my desperate tries to get control over my hard on was lost. Christine stood there with a way to small, black and lacy bra on. Her breasts spilled over the rim, and the lace was so thin that I clearly could see her nipples. My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. After swallowing hard a couple of times I managed to speak. "Equally wow as the first, but you are right – way to small. Damned hot, but to small." Christine tried to stretch the material to get her boobs inside, a manoeuvre that didn't diminish my growing erection. The way her hands fondled and squished the breast flesh was way too erotic. "It says it is a 75H, but it is impossible to get my babies inside of it." "Want me to try?" I jokingly said, still focusing my eyes on her boobs. "You would love that, wouldn't you, pervert. Drooling over your sisters tits like that!" Christine smiled as she said it, but did I see a glint in her eyes? "Yes, I guess I am a pervert if that means loving your own sisters rack. Look at them! Can't you see they long to get some extra support from my hands?" Christine smiled, rolled her eyes, and told me to close my eyes again – getting ready for the next bra. "I can't use this one – except for turning my brother into a sicko." I smiled. The next bra was even better than the two first ones – combining them in a wonderful way. It fitted her perfectly, but it was a balcony bra, with most of her big boobs just laying there waiting for me to touch them. The bra hardly managed to hide her areolas. "That's my favourite by far!" "You sure? Why? Wait! Let me guess. You love the way it hardly covers my tits, don't you?" "Bingo! With a low cut top, it will almost seem like you have no bra on, and with boobs that defies gravity. And when some lucky guy gets your top off, he will dive right into that heavenly cleavage." Christine laughed out loud, again giving her tits a proper shake. "Is this trip your way of getting me fucked?" In my head my answer was 'rather getting to fuck you', but out loud I just grinned. My dick was already at full mast, and starting throbbing at the thought. So far Christine had been too busy to model her clothes to notice, but I had to get out of the cubicle before she did. "Was that all, sis?" "No, just one more. Close your eyes? No peaking?" I closed my eyes, but all the sexual tension made me slightly open my eyes as I heard the rustles of clothes. I almost came as I saw my sister remove the bra from her breasts and dropping it at the chair behind her. They were – naturally – far nicer when freed. They had a natural sag due to their size, but they were still high on her chest, round and full. Her areolas were a light brown, and her nipples were pencil sized... and erect? Christine held her hands over her boobs, and with a lazy movement let one of her fingers glide over the nipple. What was she doing? I lifted my gaze to her face and got another shock: She was staring at the bulge in my pants! "Soon ready?" I asked, closing my eyes properly again, thousand unanswered questions in my head, the most prominent one being 'does she get horny from this as well?'. Christine dropped her tits and grabbed the last bra. "Just a sec." A bit more rustling and then some angry mumbling. "I can't get the clasp to close properly! Can you help me?" "Sure! Are you 'decent'?" "Yep!" I opened my eyes, and to my disappointment saw the back of my sister. In the mirror I could however see she was grasping the bra over her breast, with the clasps hanging loosely by her side. "Another first for me: putting ON a bra on a sexy girl," I sighed. Christine just giggled. It took me quite a bit of fumbling to get the clasps to sit, but eventually I had it done. "You can quit groping your boobs now, sis. They are firmly secured – I think. That clasp doesn't seem quite right." The bra was pretty much the same as the first, and we debated a bit witch one was the best, with Christine deciding to go for them both in the need. "It's your money, after all!" she grinned. Getting the bra off was just as difficult as getting it on, and I just couldn't get it done fast enough for Christine. She slipped her arms out of the shoulder straps, and stood there holding the bra to her breast, mumbling about clumsy men, until she couldn't take it anymore. "Here, let me do it myself." Just as she said that and reached back to get the clasps herself, they suddenly broke loose. The bra, which now had nothing to hold it to her body, hung for a split second on her rack, before it drifted of towards the floor. It all happened as if slow motion: Christine with her hands stretched backwards, the bra falling off, she trying to understand what was happening. Me? I was just staring in wonder at her breasts in the mirror. Suddenly reality snapped in, and my sister hurriedly grabbed her breasts to cover them. "Ooops! Not going to buy that one!" she laughed. "At least you at last got to see them for the first time." I still stood staring at her hand covered boobs. "Earth to John? Something wrong?" I shook myself out of my trance and looked her in the eyes. "No, nothing wrong. On the contrary. This day is the best day in my life!" I grinned. "Want me to leave you to yourself now?" "Yes, please. But, John? You should hold your shopping bag in front of your pants..." Christine looked down on my erection and winked at me. Red faced I grabbed the bag and hurried myself out of the cubicle. I don't know why that made me blush, as I knew she had been staring at it. It was probably just the fact that it was now a 'public' fact. In the end Christine decided to buy two of every kind of the bras she liked, enough to keep her going until our luggage arrived. In the car park our driver waited patiently, and we stuffed our bags into the car. We didn't talk much, both having a lot to think about. But I caught Christine looking at my crotch several times on our way to the car, and I am pretty sure she caught me looking at her breasts as well. Something had changed in our relationship. --- That evening we met the rest of the party we were going to travel through the bush of Africa with. In addition to the Evans, there were two other couples. Mr and Mrs Johnson were in their fifties, from England and rather dull looking. Brian Mathews and his wife-to-be Joanne Hurley were in their late twenties, from Australia, and both very good looking. He was a life guard, while she was a doctor at a hospital. Three girls in their early twenties from Germany travelled the world together, and had just finished the Latin America leg of their 9 month trip. Their names were Hanna, Anna Marie and Ebba. I have to admit I immediately felt a special interest in Hanna. She was not that tall, but had a very cute smile, beautiful eyes, and a normal, but curvy body – not fat, not slim, just perfect. The last two travellers were George, from Australia, 19 years old, on a trip paid for by his parents, and Joy, also 19 years old, from London, England. I addition to the 14 of us, we met our guide Pete. He was a stocky little fellow in his thirties of Indian heritage, always smiling and friendly, but almost so that it seemed insincere. Our driver was a Zimbabwean. Chenzira was in his fifties, over 6 feet 5 (195 cm), dark and muscular. The first night he didn't say much, but he seemed a nice enough fellow. The last guy on our trip was Mudada. He was chef, from Zimbabwe as well, about 6 feet, even darker than Chenzira and a guy who loved to tell stories. Mudada had mixed together his first meal for us, and while we were eating, Pete was giving us all the information we needed for the weeks ahead. Then we sat down and started having some beers and getting to know each other. Christine laughed and flirted with Arnie the whole evening, and I started to be afraid I had to sleep in the open tonight while she at last got her pussy ploughed. I didn't really know if I liked the idea of someone fucking her, after the shopping we did together. But I knew my incestuous ideas would never work in real life. The party started to break up at about ten. The lone travellers still didn't know many people and retired to their cabins. Mrs Evans decided it was time to get to sleep as well, and the three German girls probably found it easier to leave the party and not have to speak English all the time. I had a very interesting chat with Mudada and Chenzira, discussion wildlife photo options. After a while I saw Christine had disappeared from the area, and so had Mr Evans and his sexy little daughter. Pete stood and declared he had to go to bed as well – we were starting the trip before sunrise the next day. "I might as well do the same," I agreed. I said good night to the rest of the party and went back towards our cabin. On my way there I decided it would be a good idea to use the toilet before going to bed, so I headed towards the bath-complex of the lodge. I quickly found a stall and did what I had to do. While standing there, I heard the water running in the back of the building where the showers were. Thinking nothing of it, I washed my hands and turned to walk to our cabin. A noise stopped me dead in my tracks. It sounded like a moan – a female moan. I stood there listening and was rewarded with a da capo. A woman was moaning, and it was a good moan – someone was feeling v e r y good. The moan came from the showers, and I just had to check out what and who I was hearing. I sneaked around the building and in to the changing room outside the showers. Just one of the showers were in use, and standing there listening told me there was some hanky panky going on. The moans were louder now, and I could also hear the grunts of a man and the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin. On one of the benches in the changing room I saw the clothes of Mr Evans, and it didn't take me long to understand that I was listening to another incestuous fuck. It took my cock even shorter to react to the revelation, and pretty fast my brain decided to abdicate in favour of my hard on. I took a stool standing in a corner and tip toed into the shower stall next to where the couple were fucking. Silently I put the stool down on the floor, and painfully slowly stepped up onto it, trying to look over the wall. African Safari Ch. 03 And there they were – in all their glory: Mr Evans standing with his back towards me, while Julie had her legs around his waist, jumping up and down on his dick, his hands firmly supporting her by her ass. The water cascaded over them, and her wet hair clinged to her face and shoulders. Her big 75D/34C breasts were squeezed against his chest, and she had an ecstatic look on her face. They obviously tried to keep it low, but Julie just couldn't manage not to moan and sigh as he plowed her tiny pussy. I could hear he constantly whispered something to her, but I just couldn't hear what. As he neared his orgasm he started to get louder, however, and now I could clearly hear. "You slut. Ungh. You are a slut for... ungh... dad, aren't you? Ungh! I love... ungh... your tight slut... ungh... pussy. You... ungh... loved showing... off to that guy... ungh... in the car... ungh... didn't you?" Julie just whimpered and moaned, clinging to his neck. She was obviously nearing an orgasm as well, and suddenly she threw her head back and opened her eyes wide, shaking. Just as her orgasm hit her she saw me, and her eyes opened even wider before she really started to come hard. Her eyes locked with mine and she just kept coming. "Aaaaah, yeaaaah. Cummming!" Mr Evans continued to fuck her furiously as she rode through her orgasm. When she started to relax, she winked at me and mover her lips towards her fathers ear. She whispered something to him, and he froze. Had she told him about me? She looked up at me again and smiled. "Its not nice to spy on people, is it? If you wanted to watch, you should just ask." I felt stupid but my own excitement got the better of me. "I don't want to watch. I'd rather participate, but..." "Want to join us?" She grinned, and stepped down from her father. His still hard cock plopped out of her pussy and slapped against his belly. It wasn't the biggest I've seen, but obviously big enough for her. "Sure – if it's ok with the both of you." Mr Evans turned and looked up at me. "You'd better hurry up and come in here, then. I don't want my wife to get suspicious about us taking too long time before we get to bed." Needless to say I jumped down for my stool and hurried to the locked stall door. The lock clicked open, and the sexy Julie grabbed my hand and drew me inside. "Get your clothes off – fast! I want to see what you got in your pants!" She started to work on my buckle as I ripped off my T-shirt. My cock felt so hard, I almost expected it to burst. She pulled my shorts down hard, and my 6 inch/15 cm long staff sprang free. She didn't hesitate one second, but engulfed it in her hot mouth, sucking hard on my pole. Mr Evans positioned himself behind her, grabbed her hips and made her stand up from her crouching position. That didn't make her loose her firm grip on my cock and balls. "Fucking slut. Your father's cock is not enough for you?" Mr Evans growled and filled her pussy in one hard push. Julie moaned and started flipping and swirling her tongue around my cock. I just stood there, enjoying the sensation and the view. The sound of her father hitting her ass filled the room again. "Uhm... oh! Ah!" Julie moaned as she grabbed my ass and started to bob her head up and down my staff. With one hand I grabbed her hair, while the other found one of her young firm breasts. I squeezed it and then started to pinch her nipple. The lewd noises just kept coming from the little slut. "Oh yeah. You really know how to suck cock. You can't get enough, can you? Why would you fuck your own dad if you could?" I asked as I started to fuck her mouth. I knew it wasn't a very nice way to talk to a woman, but the setting did something to me. Mr Evans suddenly tensed, his fingers holding her hips turned white, and I knew he was close to filling her. Julie let my dick go and turned around, just in time for her to swallow her fathers dick as he started pumping glob after glob of seamen into her throat. Her delicious ass was way to tempting for me, and I reckoned she wouldn't mind if I filled the hole her father had had to vacate. I positioned my dick between her lips, and pressed slowly against her opening. Her dad was not as long as me, an certainly not as thick, so I thought it would be wise to take it easy. But Julie did not agree. She pushed herself onto my dick hard, and impaled herself on it completely, while still sucking the last of her fathers cum from his dick. "Oh! That's a grown up dick! Fuck me with your thick pole. Fill me up! I have never, ever felt this full!" Mr Evans just slumped down on the floor of the shower, his eyes glazed over. He didn't seem to react to her daughters verdict over his dick. "He are so much bigger than you, dad. I want more of this dick later! You won't have me all to your self while we are here!" I grabbed her hair and pulled her towards me while continuing to fuck her hard. Then I grabbed both her breasts and mauled them while sucking and biting her neck. I could feel her pussy starting to clamp down on my dick, trying to pull me further inside of her. Julie moaned and squealed and her hands grabbed mine and helped me molest her breasts. "Oh fuck! I am soooo close... I am sooo close... Do me harder! Fill me up! Fill my pussy with your cum!" I could feel my balls really starting to boil, and my dick got even bigger – getting ready to spew out my cum. Suddenly Julie started to shake and shiver and a long moan escaped her lips. "Ooooooooh... Yes! I am cuuuumming!" Her pussy tried to squeeze my dick off, and I couldn't hold back any more. With one last trust I let all my goo spurt in her pussy, blast after blast, while holding her shivering body close to me and biting her neck. "Yeah! Fill me with your cum! I can feel it spurting inside me! I can feel it fill me up!" -------- I don't think it worth telling about what happened next I detail. Its enough to say that a rather awkward mood filled the shower stall afterwards. I sensed that both Julie and myself were more that ready to a repeat, but Mr Evans seemed a bit out of himself. I got dressed and got myself out of there in a flash. It was time to get myself to bed. I hoped my sister wasn't still awake and waiting for me.