****** Rachel Finds a Kitten by Denial ******
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Rachel Finds a Kitten


Warning: If you try this in real life you will go to jail. If you're not old
enough to smoke or drink, then ask your parents if you can read Incestuous
Porn. If they say "OK" then go for it. If you're underage and you read this,
don't blame me when you go blind. This is just a fantasy for adults. I'm not
willing to put my real name on it, so if you want to copy it, feel free. The
author.

(A note about "Rachel" stories. I find 'first time' incest stories are the most
exciting. This means the Rachel series will not read like a book. Each story is
a separate 'first time' experience - unless otherwise noted. I also reserve the
right to change Rachel's looks, age, family, personality, etc. from story to
story. Each story will stand on it's own. I'm keeping her name the same so
readers can more easily locate other stories written in the same style.)

Rachel Finds a Kitten

"Bye, thanks for the ride," Rachel said as she waved with one hand and slammed
the van door hard with the other. Everyone in the van hollered, "Bye," back at
her, first loudly then muffled as the door slid shut. The white church van
drove off, leaving her standing in front of her house. She started up the drive
that led around the side of the house to the garage in back. The 200-watt
security light snapped on with a metallic click and low buzz.

Rachel was covered in dust and grime from the day's service project. Ten hours
cleaning out Old Mrs. Granger's shed had worn her out. Mrs. Granger must have
had dirt and filth from the Civil War in that shed of hers. What a fun day,
though! The best perk of being 14, Rachel though, was that now she was part of
the youth group at church. They always did the most and had the most fun of any
group she knew. Rachel turned 14 only 6 weeks before, but she jumped in with
both feet, and was now an accepted part of the gang. Still, it was nice to be
home, and she was ready to head upstairs to take a shower and put on some clean
clothes.

The light over the garage glared so brightly that Rachel couldn't have seen the
two pairs of eyes that followed her up the drive, even if she had looked up.
But they followed her, watching - her 16-year-old brother Kyle and his friend,
Mark. Kyle's ever-present camcorder watched as well as Rachel walked under the
window, brushing the dust from her tight jeans as she neared. She bent over and
untied her shoes to save the new carpet on the stairs. The camcorder got that
too - the top edge of her jeans bowing out showing the white lace of her
panties.

Kyle and Mark looked at each other in frustration. They had been hoping that
Rachel had lied about whom she was going out with tonight, that maybe they
would catch her with something - anything - incriminating. But, she had gone
where she said she was going, with the church group, like she said, and even
got home on time. Kyle was beginning to think his sister was really the little
Ms. Perfect that everyone thought. After six months of carefully watching and
videotaping her every move, he still had zilch. All Rachel did was go to
school, church, and activities with her goodie two-shoes friends. His plan
would never work.

Kyle and his best friend Mark had been certain that Rachel was as bad any of
they were - surely she would sneak out or secretly meet a boyfriend or try a
cigarette or SOMETHING. The two of them had been waiting for it. Kyle and
Rachel's father was a control freak, executive man who would really lose it if
his perfect daughter fell from her pedestal. The punishment didn't have to be
spoken; Rachel had seen him lay into Kyle with a belt once for lying about
where he had spent the night.

For Kyle, this fear meant that if he could catch Rachel doing something bad -
on videotape - then she might give him what he wanted instead of having the
evidence turned over to Dad. And Kyle wanted HER. All Kyle's friends wanted her
too, even Seniors who had hot girlfriends said they wanted to stick their cock
between Rachel's pouty lips, just to see the expression on her good-girl face.

He looked back out the window when he heard Rachel's voice from below. She was
bending over talking into the dark shadows behind the hedge. Kyle thought,
"Aha! A boyfriend?" and then he made out what she was saying.

"Here kittteeee, kitttteeee, kitttteeeee. Come here sweet kittie, yesss you are
so pretttty. Look at you," Rachel said, as she bent over and plucked a small
white kitten from between the bushes. It looked like nothing more than a little
furball, an oversized fluff of cotton, as she brought it up and rubbed it
against her cheek. Still talking to it, she opened the door and entered the
house.

Kyle and Mark turned their attention back to the movie on HBO.

Rachel put the kitten in her bedroom closet with a bowl of milk before she
slipped out of her clothes for a hot shower. Her bedroom door was locked, and
she locked the adjoining bathroom door too as she stepped in, wearing her bra
and panties. Kyle had barged in on her once when she was in the bathroom about
to take a shower. Luckily she had already wrapped a large towel around herself.
She didn't know why he had come in without knocking, but she didn't want it to
happen again - especially since she had seen such a strange look on his face,
like an animal almost.

After her shower Rachel dried herself quickly - making sure she faced away from
the mirror. Over the past few months her body had started acting really
strange, and scary. Her breasts had been large and growing for over a year, but
recently they started being sinful. When she would rub the towel against her
nipples they would tingle and start to grow, becoming darker. And when she
dried the sparse hair between her legs she found she wanted to keep drying
longer and longer each time. It would make butterflies flutter in her stomach.
Facing the mirror only made it worse; because she could then see the nipples
grow on her round breasts and it would make her stomach flutter more. She would
watch them as she rubbed the towel hard between her legs or rasp it up and down
over one of her breasts.

At first she just thought it was interesting, then as it felt better and better
she convinced herself it was OK. That she was just drying herself off. But two
nights ago, she knew she had sinned. She kept rubbing and rubbing, drying
between her legs, watching in the mirror until her free hand came up and
started pulling on her long nipple to see how dark and big it would get. Her
hand between her legs kept going until the edge of the towel slipped by her
fingers and her flat finger ran between the folds of skin. It slid across her
clit, making her knees weak. She leaned back against the cold, sweaty, tile
wall, her knees spread slightly apart, rubbing her finger and hand up and down
her slit while she pulled and twisted her nipple. Her eyes fluttered closed and
her mouth dropped open and a tight feeling raised up from her stomach to her
throat. Her thin slit kept getting slicker and slicker as her finger slid back
and forth, and her mind was going somewhere fantastic when it happened. Like a
breaking damn her legs started quivering and her pussy gushed, sending waves of
ecstasy rolling through her body.

When she opened her eyes and saw herself, she knew she had sinned. Her face was
flushed, her forehead drenched with sweat, her nipples dark red and angry, her
hand and the inside of her thighs wet and slippery. Her golden pubic hairs
glistening in the light. She had quickly cleaned herself up, drying between her
legs softly and carefully to keep from arousing herself again.

So today she made sure she didn't face the mirror, and dried quickly and
efficiently, not letting her hands linger on her own body for too long. Not
looking at her own beautiful shape. And yet, her hypersensitive nipples still
perked up as the thick, plush cloth slid over them. Her fingers wanted to trace
the route down her stomach again, to dip between her legs to feel for the
wetness again. She held herself back; trying to control her desire, knowing it
was a sin.

Rachel dressed, telling herself she just "forgot" to put on a bra, but knowing
it was a concession to her tingling nipples. She slipped on a long, thin cotton
nightshirt and pulled a pair of tight panties over her shapely hips. She knew
they were too small, but liked they way they felt. The kitten was meowing
incessantly in the closet, so she took it out and carried it downstairs with
her to watch TV on the couch.

Kyle heard her steps as she passed his door. It was 10 p.m. now. Their parents
had gone to a cocktail party hosted by his father's company. They generally
didn't get back until well after Kyle fell asleep. One time he had stayed up
until 5 a.m., wanting to know what time they actually made it in, and still
hadn't seen them.

Taking up his camera, he decided to continue the surveillance of his sister,
hoping that sooner or later he would have what he needed to get into those
tight jeans of hers. Mark didn't even look up. He was engrossed in a late night
movie about a topless car wash company. He was lying on his stomach, his hands
under his hips, watching intently as huge boobs swayed and slipped against the
soapy cars. Kyle's dick was hard too, but given the choice of pictures on TV or
the hot flesh of his sister, he would take his sister any day.

Rachel settled down on the couch in front of the TV. The living room lights
were off; the room brightened and darkened based on how much light the movie
gave off. Kyle crouched at the top of the stairs watching her through the
viewfinder as he poked the camera between the banister rails. His angle from
above, behind and slightly to the left gave him a great view as Rachel pushed
the recliner button on the end of the couch and her feet extended out in front
of her.

The kitten lay on Rachel's chest, its head on her breast, while she stroked its
soft fur. Rachel's nipples still itched, so she tried to lose herself in the
movie on the television. The kitten was very young and hadn't been properly
weaned, so in response to the soft petting and warm body its tongue started
licking the thin cotton of Rachel's shirt. Over and over it licked and sucked
quietly as its paws softly pushed into Rachel's breast. Soon the kitten had
made a large wet spot on Rachel's shirt next to her nipple. Rachel watched as
the cat tongued her garment. Then she did a bad thing. She moved the kitten
over ever so carefully, two inches, so that it was directly over her now hard
nipple.

The animal never missed a beat. Its little tongue worked in and out, its claws
gripping and releasing, the sharp points lightly scratching Rachel's soft
flesh. Her breath started to become more shallow as the cat worked at the
nipple under her wet cloth. She closed her eyes and held very still thinking,
"It's not me, it's the kitty cat that's doing this, so it's not a sin."

Both her nipples grew and poked large, round bumps in her shirt. The cat licked
on as Kyle zoomed in. His sister's head was back, her eyes were closed. He
couldn't believe what was happening. It looked like she was getting off on
having the cat lick at her shirt. Kyle watched as Rachel's free right hand
inched down the side of her leg, almost imperceptibly, until it was at hem on
her thigh. Then, gathering the fabric in her fingers, she pulled it up to her
panty line, then higher above her waistband before her fingers bent and dipped,
pressing the soft skin next to her belly button, diving slowly under the edge
of her panties.

At first just half of two fingers moved, hidden under the sheer fabric of her
panties - bulging it out and then back as they inched lower. Then half her hand
was stretching her panties. The thin cloth was so tight against the back of her
hand that Kyle could see every movement as first her middle finger then the
rest drummed her clit. The movements grew and her hand slid deeper, stretching
her panties to the ripping point, making them bite into her thighs. Kyle zoomed
the camera down to her hand just in time for the unveiling. Rachel's hand was
so deeply buried in the extra-small panties and her wrist now so far away from
her body that he could see the top of her mound and her fingers moving at a
dizzying pace, punishing her slippery nubbin.

The TV flashed brightly with an explosion and Kyle made out the pink flesh as
the end of a slippery finger bounced over Rachel's hard clit. He zoomed back to
catch more of his sister's body. Her other hand had slipped up under her
nightshirt and was pulling at her wet nipple under the cat's tongue. Rachel's
lower lip was sucked in between her teeth, her nostrils flared with each hard
breath as she pulled at her body under her clothes.

Then, all of a sudden, both hands were pulled from the confines of her clothes.
She quickly picked up the cat and set it on the couch beside her. Looking
around her once, she sat up, grabbed the bottom of her nightshirt and pulled it
over her head in a single motion - exposing her large, firm breasts with their
long, dark nipples to the air. Her back and head moved down again onto the
chair and her heels dug into footrest. She lifted her hips and pushed her
panties down to her calves frantically before settling back in and reaching
over for the kitten.

Rachel spread her knees wide and high as she plunged her fingers deep into her
hot, slippery pussy. Plunging in and out with two fingers, she coated them
thickly with her juice before bringing her hand up and smearing the juice on
her fat nipple. Then she set the cat down on her creamy flesh. The kitten
started lapping at her nipple steadily once again. Kyle centered the camera on
Rachel's still slick fingers as she brought them to her red lips. Her mouth
opened and her tongue emerged to touch her fingertip, tasting. Then it slowly
receded, carrying her fingers on its tip, past her open lips and deep in,
toward her throat before her soft lips closed around the base of them. Her
cheeks sucked in as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out of her mouth,
panting through her nostrils.

Leaving the kitten to hold itself at her tit with it's little sharp claws, her
left hand then dove between her spread pussy lips, the ball of her palm
grinding and pressing her clit as three fingers stretch her open, diving deep.
Rachel switched hands repeatedly, one diving deep into her pussy while the
other carried the sweet honey to her mouth.

Kyle records it all as the TV flashes and darkens with commercials and movie
scenes. His dick is swollen in his jeans at a painful angle, but he's
enraptured by the show in front of him. Both of Rachel's hands then meet
between her thighs, her thin biceps squeezing her round tits together. The
kitten hunkers down trying to hold on for dear life - its claws dig into
Rachel, adding pain to the passion.

Rachel fucks herself with three fingers of one hand while her other massages
her clit. Her knees bounce up and down. Kyle scans the camera up and down her
body zooming in on her jiggled tits with their kitten decoration, then her open
mouth breathing raggedly, then her quivering belly, and finally to her pumping,
pulsing, flying fingers, drenched with shiny cum almost up to her wrists. The
attack reaches a fever pitch, the bottoms of her bare feet pressed together,
her thighs spread wide, her knees bouncing higher and higher until his sister
lets out a high screech. Her knees crash together, her thighs capturing the
hands still buried in her quim while her body bucks and turns to the side. The
kitten bounces to the couch and dances off as Rachel turns to her side, her
knees rising to her chest until she's laying in a fetal position, her ass out -
still holding her breath, her finger buried deep inside her, her steel thighs
clamped around them, quivering.

A smile spreads across Kyle's face as he pulls the camera back. Rachel, below,
slowly begins to breathe again.

Standing up, Kyle takes three slow steps over to the light switch at the top of
the stairs. His finger swirls around the switch once, twice, three times, then,
while watching his sister balled up on the couch, he flicks the switch. The
dark room is instantly bathed in bright, white light. Rachel bolts upright, her
head snapping around to the stairs as her eyes adjust to the attack. She
instantly recognizes her big brother standing at the top of the stairs, his
ever-present camcorder in one hand, the other on his crotch, and that animal
look in his eyes again.

Rachel presses her chest against the back of the couch, trying to hide herself
as her left hand tries frantically to reach the nightshirt just out of her
reach. She slides over, rasping her tender nipples across the coarse fabric of
the sofa. Reaching again she gets it and pulls it in front of her body just as
Kyle steps onto floor level and starts toward her.

"Get out of here!" she screams.

Kyle just smiles and continues across the room.

"You put on quite a show, Sis," he says as he turns around the end of the
couch.

Rachel quickly closes the recliner and starts to get up; to flee. Her bigger
brother grabs her arm and throws her back down where she was sitting. Her eyes
go wide.

"If you touch me," she says, "I'm telling Dad."

Kyle just shoots back, "I would worry more about what Dad's going to do to
you."

Rachel, rapid fire, yells how their dad would never believe him, but loses her
steam after Kyle plugs the camcorder into the TV input and presses play. The
tape had rewound halfway on the walk down the stairs and Rachel gawks as the
35" TV shows a close-up of her fingers buried in her sopping wet twat.

"Oh my God," she says. "You can't show him that, he'll kill me!!"

Kyle steps toward the sofa, unzipping his fly, and says simply, "It's all up to
you, my little kitten lover."

With Rachel sitting silently, her mind searching for a way out, Kyle steps in
front of her, unbuttons his jeans and, pulling down the front of his white
underwear, allows he cock to finally break free, standing long, thick, hard and
smeared with pre-cum.

"Come one, Baby, suck it in for me. I'm going to finally get what every guy in
school has wanted from the day you started - those pouty lips wrapped around my
cock!"

"I can't..." she says, staring wide eyed, he face a mere foot in front of the
monster.

"What's wrong, Sis? Never tasted a man's cock before?" Kyle replies, grazing
his fingertips across the top of her thigh. Rachel doesn't respond, mesmerized
by the sight of his thickly veined shaft.

Kyle's hand slides up her parted thighs, then between them to where they are
thickly covered with sticky cum. Pressing his fingers into the soft flesh to
get them coated, he then wraps his hand around his cock and slides it up and
down a few times, rubbing the thick juice on it.

Still stroking it he says, "It tastes just like you do, Little Sis!"

Rachel's knees come together as her brother's legs move forward on either side.
She stares speechless at him, feeling faint. He plants first one knee on the
sofa next to her left hip, then the other, aligning his long shaft with her
mouth. Her head moves back, pressed against the cushion, her breath in little
pants. Her eyes are focused on he fat head of his cock, the tip of her tongue
comes out, wetting her crimson lips. It's right there, not two inches away. The
butterflies start again in her belly. The shiny, purple head moves closer, an
inch away. Her eyes are focused on it as it bobs in front of her chin. Her
hands press the top of her brother's thighs.

Suddenly she turns her head away, closing her eyes, pressing further into the
cushion.

"I can't Kyle! It's a sin! You're my BROTHER!"

Kyle's hips push forward, the head leaving a wet streak across his sister's
cheek. He moves his hips around, coating her cheek with slippery pre-cum.

"You don't have to do it, Sis," he says as he watches the slippery spot grow.
"You can just sit here and play with your pussy cat until Daddy comes homes.
Then you'll have to deal with him!"

Rachel's lips tighten; her chin begins to quiver. "I can't, Kyle, please don't
make me!"

Kyle's eyes move from his sister's cheek down her body. Her nipples are poking
out fat and long, darker than before, her neck is blushing, radiating heat to
his balls. He knows she's turned on, just scared.

"Turn your face and open your mouth," he says, "or I'll just leave you here to
wait for Dad."

Her eyes shut tight, Rachel's head starts to turn. The mushroom of Kyle's cock
keeps its station against her face as it slides closer and closer to her lips.
Her mouth opens, her tongue comes out. The head slides around the corner of her
mouth and, grazing her teeth, pops into the cavern she has made, standing
suspended over her tongue. Only Rachel's hot breath touches him, causing more
pre-cum to ooze from the tip.

"Now close your mouth around it. Come on.... You know you're going to do it....
Taste what you're like on my cock.... Suck on your cumsicle for me!"

Rachel does it. Slowly her mouth closes. Her mind suspended in darkness, her
eyes shut tight, she begins her sex education with her tongue. Surprised by its
width, her teeth hit it first, then the center of her tongue presses the hot
head before her pouty lips finally close around the shaft. She moves her tongue
around, pressing it flat against the wide head before she swirls it around
against the rough ridge. Her pussy starts to melt; her nipples aching as her
mind realized what she's actually doing. She's sucking a cock!

Her hands come up to her brother's taut ass and pull him to her. The fat head
slides deeper, roaming back over her tongue. She starts sucking and slowly
pumping his cockhead back and forth over her tongue. The taste of his salty
pre-cum, mixed with her own flavor makes her head light. She sucks deeper,
pulls him harder in and out. He bumps the back of her throat lightly, then
harder. She feels his fingers in the hair on the back of her head, urging her
on. She pulls harder; thinking his shaft is so long. Her lips caress the deep
veins her brother's wet length. Deeper... again... deeper, it pushes down into
her throat, gagging her. But she want's more and she pulls hard, opening her
mouth wide... His coarse pubic hair mashes against her nose, his balls slap her
chin softly.

She pulls her head back an inch then forward again. His heavy balls slap her
chin harder. Again; she gets them harder still. God, it's such a turn on! So
she does it again. Then she pulls back, bringing him out of her throat. Her
right hand wraps around the wet, exposed shaft, jacking him while she sucks
feverishly on his pulsing dick - smashing her lips into her hand as they both
pump and squeeze the shaft. She squeezes harder, sucks harder and faster, her
tongue gliding hard against the soft underside of his head. She can't get
enough of him.

The taste of him grows stronger and wetter. She swallows, still sucking with
all her might, her tongue swirls around his head, searching for more sweet
nectar. She gets it. Then more as his cock swells in her hand. Rachel can't
believe how great this feels.

Then the first surge hits the back of her throat, thick and hard and strong.
Her breath catches just as the second stream explodes in her mouth. She pulls
her head back. But he won't let go of her hair. His cock is out of her throat
enough that she can swallow, so she does over and over as stream after thick,
heavy stream of cum explodes from him, filling her mouth and cheeks, spilling
around his cock and down her chin. She swallows more.

Then the fat cock starts to pull out. "No!" she thinks. "I want more!" and she
pulls his ass toward her again and sucks deep and hard, pumping her head. But
after a moment his cock begins to bend in her mouth, shrinking from 8 inches to
7. She lets it slide out with a pop. Opening her eyes, her face turns up,
searching for a look of satisfaction. She isn't disappointed. Kyle's face is
slack, his mouth open, his tongue against his white teeth. Then she feels her
own cum running down the crack of her ass, soaking into the sofa cushion.

Kyle bends over, kissing her hard on the mouth. Their tongues dart and tangle,
then she starts sucking is tongue like a little dick, wanting more.

"Now, it's time for the real fun to start" he says quietly. Kyle's head turns
up and he cups his hands around his mouth. "MARK! QUIT YANKING YOUR PUD AND GET
YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"

"Noooooo!" Rachel screams. "Oh, God, no!"

But it's too late. Mark appears at the top of the stairs, trying to stuff his
hard-on back into his jeans. "What do you wan...." Then he sees the scene. "Oh!
My! God!" he says as he stares, disbelieving, at Kyle standing over Rachel's
naked body, his semi-erect dick hanging in front of her face. He rushes down
the stairs, almost tripping.

Rachel cranes her neck to see, with terror in her eyes. "Oh my God! Mark! You
can't tell anyone you saw this! It's not what you think! You have to believe
me!"

Kyle interrupts her, "Rachel, Mark's not gonna tell anybody, because you're
gonna show him your special new skill. Now turn over! Get you your hands and
knees on the couch."

Rachel does it, scared to disobey. Her tits sway and her ass sticks up high in
the air.

"Yea, like that." Kyle commands, "Now, put your hands up on the armrest."

Rachel obeys. Now she looks like a dog, on her hands and knees on the sofa, her
arms on the armrest facing Mark who's standing at the end of the couch pushing
his pant and underwear down, and stepping out of them before he pulls off his
shirt. Kyle is doing the same as she stands in front of the sofa even with his
sister's white, upturned ass.

"Go to it, Sis. Show him!" Kyle commands as he finishes removing his clothes.

Rachel dips her head down and takes her second cock of her life between her
ruby lips, sucking it down with abandon now. Mark's cock is an inch shorter
than Kyle's and not quite as thick. She draws it in deep, feeling it's weight
in her mouth as she adjusts herself down, propping her elbows on the armrest.
Her hands seek out Mark's heavy balls and starts to play with them. She's
enjoying herself. Mark reaches around her and starts palming her hanging
titties, squeezing and hefting them. It arouses her and she sucks harder when
he starts to pinch and pull her long, hard nipples painfully.

Once the Rachel and Mark show gets started, Kyle looks down at the split globes
of his sister's gorgeous ass. "Now we're going to see what you're made of,
Little Sister" he thinks. Kyle's hand goes to the small of her back and his
face toward the smooth, white skin of her butt. His fingers trace down to the
'V' that marks the starting point of her spread crack as his lips and tongue
begin to test the smoothness of her skin. Leaving a trail of bite marks,
hickeys and saliva his mouth moves and his fingers move down and across
together toward their mutual goal.

Rachel's body sways rhythmically from Mark's thrusting cock. Kyle's tongue and
finger meet at his destination. His sister's rosebud asshole tightens at the
touch, then begins to relax under the darting softness of his tongue. Kyle
teases and toys with her, flicking his tongue across the depression of her
sphincter, enjoying how beautifully separate her globes are, leaving a perfect
valley down from her back, across her asshole to the dripping, open petals of
her pussy.

He could wait no longer. Spinning around and laying himself on the sofa, his
ass resting on the vacant arm, his hard dick flat against his stomach, Kyle
slips his head under his sister's steaming pussy and pulls her down on his
face. His tongue slashes across the hot slit between the wet folds and then
dives into her. His hands on her ass, he pulls her into him harder, mashing her
slipper pussy against his face. She pushes down onto him, grinding her clit
against his nose, suffocating him. She's already cumming on his face.

He sucks and slurps, biting and sucking the intricate folds of her, diving his
tongue deep then slicing it up to her hot button clit. He thrashes his head as
Rachel rotates her hips, pushing him deep into the cushion. Kyle's finger finds
her saliva covered asshole and worms its way it. Rachel goes crazy bucking and
cumming, trying to fuck his face and his finger at the same time while she
suck's her brother's friends cock deep into her throat.

Mark begins shooting his load into her throat with a loud groan of
satisfaction, pumping his dick deeper into her 14-year-old face. Rachel takes
it all in, not losing a drop and sucks for more, biting the base of his cock.
Her pussy is on fire, creaming all over her brother's mouth - her asshole
grabbing at his thick finger as it twirls and presses her inside.

Kyle is saturated with her juice, his face covered with her, his mouth full of
her taste, his nose full of her smell, his cock twitching and dribbling in the
air. He pulls himself from under her, extricating himself. Standing up, he
grabs his sister by the hair and pulls her head over, moving her body until her
she's on her knees, her ass hanging off the front of the sofa, her pussy
dripping on the thick carpet, her hands grasping the back next to her face.

He quickly puts his hands on her hips and drives his cock into her to the hilt,
pushing in hard to open her tight, virgin tunnel. Rachel's long hair flies from
the thrashing of her head and she pushes back, willing her brother deeper into
her burning tunnel until he's fully in her. Her ass smashes against him.

Grunting with each stroke, Kyle starts his cock pumping in and out of her. Her
muscles clutch and pull at his cock. She's screaming and moaning. Her long
blonde air is whipping around and smacking her in the face as she thrashes in
the throes of orgasmic bliss with each thrust.

Her brother pounds into her with all the force he has. His cockhead flattening
against his sister's womb. His mind is blind to anything but the animal lust
coursing through him. He goes at her; thrusts into her like a machine, and she
responds by pounding back into him. His balls are covered with her juice, cum
runs down Rachel's thighs. He smacks her on the ass with his flat hand. She
grinds her hard, swollen nipples back and forth across the back of the sofa.
They're both moaning and screaming with each thrust - outdoing each other.

The cum begins to rise in Kyle's cock. He leans forward and wraps his arms
around his sister. She leans back against his chest, thrusting her breasts out.
He thrusts up into her with slow steady strokes trying to make it last one
moment longer. She arches her back and turns her head back and to the side. Her
mouth brushes against his ear. She sucks his earlobe into her mouth and bites
it hard in her teeth. His hands slide up to her pointed nipples and she
breathes into his ear, "I love your cock, Kyle!"

He explodes, sending the first searing stream into his sister. They both fall
forward into the back of the sofa, her teeth releasing him. Kyle pounds into
his sister's hot cut, shooting load after load of burning passion deep into
her, only to be pumped out of the way as his fat cockhead smashes against her
cervix. Again and again he cums deep into her and pumps it out the way for
more. Cum pools on the sofa between Rachel's knees. Slowing, her brother
becomes still - his chest pressed against her back, panting, kissing her neck
and ears passionately.

"I love you, Sister," he says as his cock slides out of her sloppy tunnel.

"I love you too," she says as she turns around, settles onto the couch with him
in front of her, pulls his ass toward her and starts sucking, licking and
kissing his cock clean.

A little white kitten hops up on the couch between Rachel's open legs and
begins licking its rough little tongue on the inside of her thigh.

The end.

Denial

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