BEE-6084A Incest Games by Jolene Homes


Chapter 1


The room was darkened by drawn drapes, and Lorena had stopped just 
inside the door, but she could see plainly what was happening on the 
bed, where her brother was jacking off.

Shock held her motionless, and she stared entranced at the boy's 
stiffly upright cock, at how his hand was moving slowly, lovingly, up 
and down upon it. Glynn was masturbating; no doubt about that. His 
balls were lifting and falling to the rhythm of his stroking, and she 
was surprised at their size, and at the length of his prick. It wasn't 
very big around--not compared to the two she had seen to date--but it 
was inches longer than either of those.

Glynn had a book in his other hand, engrossed in its pictures, and 
Lorena thought it must be one of those horny magazines young guys 
seemed to dig so much. It was turning on her brother, that was certain; 
his hand fondled his glistening shaft, and worked up to the lavender 
colored head, then stroked down to his balls once more. His pubic hair 
was a rich and shining brown, feathering his crotch and covering his 
balls with a shaggy fur. He was amazingly well developed for being only 
fifteen years old, she thought.

She felt her heart pounding and the threat of a runaway pulse in her 
throat. The nipples of her tits lifted strongly and pushed against her 
thin shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she'd sneaked into her 
brother's room to borrow a special sweater, without his knowing it. Now 
she couldn't leave.

Lorena couldn't even take her eyes off that sensuous movement as his 
hand slid up and down, up and down. He had something on his cock, she 
thought, and was sure of it when she saw him lift his hand to his mouth 
and lick it several times, wetting down the palm. Glynn was using his 
own saliva, and that was something she had always wondered about, how 
boys did it. It was easy for a girl because her pussy turned juicy 
right away, and when she slid a finger inside to feel around--

Somehow, Lorena's hand had gotten down to cup her mound, to tremble 
there as her entire being seemed to concentrate, to fold in upon itself 
and the deep shiverings began. Her pussy responded, but her hand would 
not. She wore jeans, and the material was too tight, too thick at her 
crotch, for her to get inside and start masturbating along with her 
brother.

She was drawn to him now. She yearned toward where he lay stretched 
slim and tanned upon the bed. They had always been close, getting along 
much better than the other brothers and sisters they knew. And lately, 
they had begun to develop a special kinship, because of the turmoil in 
the family.


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