"Tempting little sister" - читать интересную книгу автора (Watson J T)

CHAPTER FIVE

"I hope you like your room," Sharon told tier younger sister. "We could fix it differently. We didn't know exactly what your taste was."

Stacy looked around the room before she put her bag down. It was a lot better than she'd had with her aunt. This room was nicer, more expensive looking.

"It's very nice," Stacy said.

"I'm glad you like it," Sharon said. "I want you to feel at home here."

Stacy studied her sister's face. Sharon had changed a great deal since the last time the two sisters had been together. Sharon looked older but much more beautiful. Her red hair seemed to shine a little brighter. Stacy had always been a little jealous of the bright shade of her sister's thick head of hair.

"Why didn't Doug want to meet me?" Stacy asked.

Sharon had been dreading that question. Doug had acted like as asshole when Stacy had arrived. He had stomped out of the house without even nodding. Stacy had looked a little hurt and Sharon didn't blame her.

"It's kind of hard to explain," Sharon said.

"I've never met him before," Stacy said, "so it couldn't be because he doesn't like me. Maybe he's resenting my coming here to stay."

"Maybe a little," Sharon said honestly. "Doug and I have always been private people. We decided not to have children because we didn't want the responsibility. I think he feels that, suddenly he's been saddled with a child after all."

"But I'm not a child," Stacy protested.

"I know that," Sharon said. "I know that young people grow up pretty quickly nowadays, but you have to understand that Doug is a little old-fashioned. He still thinks that a girl your age is barely over being a baby. He doesn't like the responsibility."

Stacy sighed. She hadn't know that Doug would feel that way about her. She had been looking forward to coming to live with Sharon. It would be a change from the drab life she had been living. Sharon's life would be filled with all the exciting things of the city. She hadn't expected Sharon's husband to be a dud.

"He's not such a nut," Sharon said, as if she could read her sister's thoughts. "He's a lot of fun most of the time. Lately he's been taking your visit pretty hard."

"Damn," Stacy said angrily. She noticed that there was a flicker of surprise on her sister's face at her use of profanity. Stacy didn't care. She didn't want her sister starting off thinking of her as a child also. "I don't want to saddle myself on anybody. I've just got no place else to go. I couldn't stay there."

Stacy felt like cursing again because her voice had broken. She didn't want to break down and cry in front of her sister. But she had been looking forward to this for so long. It hurt to find out that she wasn't wanted.

"Listen," Sharon said. "You're my sister and I want you. It doesn't matter how Doug's acting. Maybe he'll get over it in a little while. I don't know. I don't care. I only know that you're staying here."

Stacy felt a little better at her sister's words. The two of them could never be as close as sisters were supposed to be. They had been separated too long for that. But they could be friends. Maybe good friends.

"You unpack now," Sharon said. She hugged her little sister close. "We'll talk later."

"All tight," Stacy said.

Sharon left her alone. Stacy unpacked her clothes and carefully put them away. She was tired from her long bus trip and she was in need of a shower. She picked out a skirt and blouse to wear and she put them put on her bed.

Then she stripped out of her sticky clothes and into the shower. She stayed under the hot water a long time. She felt exhausted when she climbed out. She didn't put anything on. She crawled into her bed and shut her eyes.

She didn't know how long she slept but it was dark when she awakened. She dressed and went down the stairs. Sharon was stretched out on the couch sound asleep. There was an empty glass near her hand and the television was going. Stacy didn't disturb her.

This would be a good time for her to talk with Doug. He needed to understand that it wasn't her idea to come live with them but that she wouldn't get in the way. She didn't want to disturb his routine of living.

She thought that she would find him in the garage and she walked across the cool green grass barefoot. She knocked on the garage door and there was no answer. She peered through the window but she couldn't see anything.

"Doug," she said softly.

She opened the door and pushed it open. The little garage apartment was used to store things. She heard a grunt from the back room. She picked her way through the piles of clothes and peered through the open door.

She gasped as she saw Doug. He was naked except for a pair of briefs that barely covered his crotch. His big muscles rippled with sweat and exertion. She saw him lift some heavy weights over his head and then lower them again.

She had never seen a man built like Doug. He was fantastic looking. She hadn't realized how big he was. Just one squeeze of those big hands could make a person a cripple.

She had the feeling that it wasn't nice to watch but somehow she couldn't tear herself away. She listened to his grunts and groans and it was almost like music. His back was to her but she could see those heavy muscles flexing, see his thick back muscles pop out each time he strained.

She began to feel randy. She told herself that he was her sister's husband and that it would be the most terrible thing she'd ever done, but she couldn't help having a fantasy about him. Just watching him lift those weights made her hot between her legs. She damn well couldn't help it.

"Aghhhh," Doug groaned, and she saw him pop those weights over his head again.

She felt her nipples getting hard and she had to brush her hands across, her swollen mounds. She felt them start to itch against the scratchy material of her bra. She felt weak in her knees and she had to lean against the door.

Her pussy was getting wet. She had put on panties and now she could feel the material clinging to her groove. God, nothing had ever made her so excited. Not even the two soldiers who had taught her about sex.

They had been fucking good but neither of them had the body that Doug had. Stacy's sister was a lucky person. No wonder Sharon put up with Doug. For a body like Doug's, Stacy would have put up with the devil.

She understood that Doug was working off his anger at her but that didn't make any difference. She was suddenly seeing herself being crushed under Doug's powerful body. She could feel his strong hands on her tits and then his cock – his big cock slamming into her and making her cry.

"God," Stacy said softly.

She was rubbing her tits now. She put one hand up underneath her blouse and bra and she rubbed her naked flesh. She didn't know what she'd do if he turned around. She'd be in real trouble then.

But she couldn't help the hot feelings going through her body. She allowed one hand to touch her thighs and then to slip up underneath her skirt. Her pussy was puffy and swollen. She touched it and a fiery shiver went through her.

If it were only Doug's cock. If only he would turn around and see her and he would smile and show her his cock. He would come after her and he would fuck her, fuck her harder than the two soldiers had fucked her.

He would make her do things for him, things she had never done for anyone. He would make her swallow his cum. She was sure of that. He would cum in her face and in her hair and he would make her lick that big cock clean.

She kept staring at his beautiful body and getting hotter by the moment. She couldn't take her eyes away from his rippling muscles. He looked like a proud jungle animal. A lion ready to pounce.

God, how she wished he would pounce on her. She needed him. She wanted him desperately. It didn't matter if he was her sister's husband. She wanted the thickness of his big prick between her hot thighs.

"This is crazy," she moaned.

It was crazy but she couldn't seem to control herself. Her skin was burning and her pussy had started to gush hot juice that soaked her panties. She kept rubbing the wet groove and feeling her clit grow to hardness.

She pushed her bra cups up out of the way so that she could fondle her big titties. Her fingers cupped the hot flesh and she felt shivers go through her. She felt her taut nipples itch like fire.

"Oh God," she groaned.

She knew she had to stop. She had to control herself before he really did turn around or before her sister woke up and came looking for them.

What would he think of her if he turned around? Perhaps he would be a real prude and he would never consent to her living with them. She would have to leave and she had no other place to go. She had to control herself.

What if he turned around and he liked what he saw? He was a man, wasn't he? She was a good looking woman and she knew she had a good snatch. Maybe she could make a sound and he would turn around. Maybe he would like her. Maybe he would want to fuck her.

Her finger slipped higher until she found the edges of her panties. She slipped one finger underneath her panties to touch her naked pussy flesh. She found the wet groove and she slipped a finger into her hot hole.

She gave a small gasp as she began finger fucking herself. She wanted him to turn, around. She wanted him to grab hold of her tits and her pussy and to sink his male flesh into her cunt. So what if he was her sister's husband. She wanted it. She wanted to fuck him.

She wanted his big hands on her tits and his mouth sucking her nipples and she would do anything for him. Anything he asked. She had never seen such a beautiful man. She would do absolutely anything.

God, she needed his big prick! Her finger worked faster and faster and she felt the wet warmth spread over her body. Her lower lips quivered with excitement. She had never felt this way about a man before, any man.

"Ummmm," she said softly. "Oh God, I'm going to finish myself. Ummmmm!"

She caught the startled gasp before it left her throat. She clamped one hand over her mouth as the good feelings went through her. She almost dropped to the floor as her body was rocked by a powerful orgasm.

Finally it was done and she stood shaking.

"Oh my God," she said softly, as she realized what she had been doing.

There would be hell to pay if Doug did turn around. Quickly she backed out of the room being careful not to step on any of the boxes of clothes.

What am I thinking about? she thought. Am I going crazy? Am I turning into a nympho or something. She felt guilty. Very guilty. She promised herself that nothing like that would ever happen again. Never!