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"Yo," Owen yelled as both Rachel and Sam turned to look just in time to see Owen pull himself up out of the water and onto the side. Due to the size of the swimsuit Owen was wearing and the sudden force of upward motion most of his black pubic hair and the base of his cock came into view causing both Rachel and Sam to gasp. Owen paid it no head as he strolled over. The two siblings both continued to stare at his crotch when Owen started laughing. "Its ya dad's suit. Made for an older, fatter guy." He tried to pull it up, but now that it was wet it kept sliding down until at one point it barely covered his black cock thereby exposing most of his 10 and a half inch dick.
"Can't we just skip the suits eh babe?" Owen spoke as he looked at Rachel hands on the waistband of the shorts, ready to drop them at any point.
Sam suddenly felt his courage come back and spoke up "Keep it covered Owen." Sam spoke quietly meaning to sound threatening but convincing no one. Merely agitated Owen looked at the eldest of the two siblings.
"Told you he wouldn't go for it." Rachel said as she rolled her eyes at Owen. "Mr goody toe shoes." She added as she turned towards Sam stuck out her tongue, winked and pressed her back against Owen, immediately feeling Owen's loose hanging dick against her back.
"Well he isn't the boss now is he?" Owen stated as he moved towards Sam who instinctively drew back from the bare muscular form coming for him. "Look at him! He's scared aint ya?" Owen couldn't suppress a smile.
Sam tried answering, tried looking back, anything really but he just couldn't. Instead he simply stared down.
"No he isn't! He's my big brother, he's just being friendly. He would protect me if I needed it." Rachel came to his defence standing with her back to Sam. "Is that right? You would help ya sis if she needed protection?" Owen got in Sam's face who tried to look away, hoping they would drop the subject. "You're a big boi eh?" Owen spoke challenging. "What about now?" Owen suddenly reached out with his hand ripping Rachel's top from her body, the flimsy material easily ripping under the sudden force. Rachel let out a grunt at this sudden display of testosterone as her tits became visible for all to see. Sam gasped in surprise by this sudden turn off events. Then the three of them all stared at Rachel's chest. After regaining her posture she tried her best to cover her milky white breasts with her arms but she was unsuccessful. Her face turned red as she realised her situation.
"Do something!" Owen spoke as he shoved the bikini top in front of Sam's face. Sam in turn just kept looking at his sister's breasts, his cock growing in his swimsuit. Rachel turned to Sam, her eyes pleading for help in this embarrassing situation. "And why you hiding them tities! You got nothin' to hide."
Rachel thought for a moment and then slowly let her hands down.
"Sam?" Rachel softly spoke, walking towards him.
Owen to the side who was openly scratching his pubic hair couldn't help but laugh. Sam just looked down until his eyes met with his sister's. He wanted to warn her, to tell her to run, call their parents but... he couldn't. He was the man of the house now. He had to stop this but the mixture of the emotions was too much for him and he just couldn't utter a word staring blankly back at the hot sight of his topless sister. "Pff what a puss-ah. Look at him standing there. Letting his little sis go topless with a naked black man around." Owen uttered with the utmost contempt as his shorts got lower then they had been. Owen walked towards Rachel and as he came to stand behind her, started cupping her perfect white tits causing his own cock to stiffen even more. As Owen continued he felt Rachel press back into him. She wanted it all right. "Go on ask your brother for help, ask him what he would do for you."
"Sam? Sam?" her lips were shaking now, why wasn't her brother standing up for her? Sure it felt good but her big brother the guy she looked up to was letting this black guy have his way with her? "Please... oh god Sam, it feels sooo good..." Her tiny dark nipples stood erect and in direct contrast to her big white breasts. She had to steady herself as Owen stepped back and almost violently pulled down her bikini bottoms. She grasped forward and was caught by Sam who met her eyes as Owen went to one knee and started licking away at her cunt.
Sam heard soft moans of pleasure escape his sister's lips as she was being serviced by this black asshole who had humiliated him so many times. Her breasts bounced against Sam's chest as Owen was working her into frenzy. Sam had tried to suppress his own six inch dick that was at this point nearly bursting out of his swimsuit. Here he was, getting a hard on for watching his sister getting finger fucked. He heard Owen's fingers sloshing in and out her cunt, looking down he saw the moister that had run down onto her inner thighs. Looking at her face he saw she had closed her eyes as a few tears of pleasure ran down her freckled cheeks. She was softly biting her lower lip, unable to contain a soft moan. Sam had to put a stop to it.
"Owen... Owen please stop doing... that." Sam asked as politely as he could, hoping that while he couldn't physically protect his little sister he could at least try to reason with the black guy.
Owen let out a loud laughter shattering any hope of him stopping his treatment of Rachel, who was literally shaking on her legs just to keep herself upright.
"Look at ya! Tiny dick of yours is hard isn't it?" Owen had stopped his assault and was now standing and watching the two siblings. Sam looked down and his face turning red realised the black man was right. His cock had gotten hard and was now clearly visible in his swimsuit. "Well no use for this any more" Owen spoke as he let the loose fabric around his waist fall on the garden titles. Sam looked and his eyes were drawn to the black meat that hang half erect between Owen's legs.
"How about I put some of this in ya little sis'Sam?" Owen spat as he savagely jerked his big dick up and down.
"Ugh!" Rachel gasped at the thought.
"No... n...no please don't!" Sam cried out. He nearly exploded at the thought of this brutal, evil guy having his wild ways with his sister. Looking down he saw the quivering little pouting face of his sister. She was crying but tears he had never seen before. Before he could utter any more words he was cut off by Owen.
"Fuck what you want! I want to hear it from her!" He walked up to her, completely removed from cloths by now. Standing behind her he started to slap his dick against her pussy.
"Uuuh! Ooh uhh!" Rachel moaned as her body shook with pleasure.
"Sam... please..." Rachel looked up at Sam. He was unsure what she meant... he had never seen her like this. His little sister... she knew who Owen was... what did she expect him to do?
"What's it gonna be girl?" Owen was now working his big brown head over her pussy lips, it looked like he would just slam into her at any minute.
"Oh god!... Sam please!" He felt her grip tighten on his arms. Deep down he knew what she meant.
"Wha... what do you w-ant me to do?" He stuttered, feeling every syllable course through his own dick as he realized what he was about to witness.
"Just stay," She mouthed the last word "Please"
Sam nodded as he held on to her.
"What's it gonna be girly?" "Ah aha hah" He made a weird noise as he dipped in a few inches.
"Oh fuck me oh god please!" Rachel cried out as she let her self fall back a bit so that more inches were inserted.
"Hahaha!" Owen laughed as he pushed forward as well. Next he started making cooing sounds sounding his approval over Sam's sister.
Her long hair trashed around as Owen started to pick up some pace. Rachel just made an Oooh mouth as he grunted and pulled her hips back and forth.
Sam felt his knees shake as the sensation of the noises the smells and the sight went through his system. For a second he closed his eyes and softly moaned.
"Haha well look at Sammy... little bro getting his rock off while lil sis get's some black." Owen chuckled, never giving up his activity.
Sam was unsure at what he meant but then when he looked down he saw that his hand had warped itself around his dick. Looking at Rachel she just had a shocked look on her face.
"That's ok Sammy, guess being a slut f
or black cock runs in the family." Owen smugged as he pulled Rachel back by her arm, then reached around and roughly grabbed a breast, squeezing it. His assault on her vagina had continued, and Sam felt his body shudder at the sight before him. Her small almost child like pussy was now red and swollen. Her wetness betrayed her, she was enjoying it.
Sam looked back and only few feet away were the garden sofa. Walking backwards he let himself down. He couldn't care any more. He just kept jerking off. He knew what Owen could do. And he couldn't blame her.
"Ugh fuck your tight baby girl." "Make a nigga cum all up in here" "Ooh fuck fuck fuck!" Owen just kept shouting profanities, and it was making both Sam and Rachel hotter by the moment.
"Ooohho!" "Check this out!" Owen suddenly withdrew causing Rachel to suddenly be snapped back to reality.
As Sam looked at Owen's dick the all familiar sensation coursed through him but more intense then he had ever felt and the thick white foam on the hard throbbing dick had set him off. White streams of hot cum flew upon his chest as he just kept pumping his hand up and down. Before Rachel could catch her breath Owen dragged her by the arm towards the garden sofa.
"Look! Look what we made your brother do!" Owen smiled as he stuck his open hand in Sam's direction.
"Oh my god Sam... did... did we make you do that?" She looked with genuine shock at Sam.
Sam looked down and he himself was surprised at how much he had cum. He was covered in it.
"Now put your feet on the bench!" Owen commanded as he slapped her ass again. Her pussy was covered in her juices as she had clearly cum on his dick. As Owen walked behind her Sam realized it still wasn't over. And as he watched as Owen was once again working his dick into his little sister Sam felt his own dick get hard again, despite having cum only minutes before.
"Uuugh!!" Rachel cried out as he was once again forcing his way into her. She felt like her pussy would never be the same again.
"Oooh fuck, so fucking tight!" Owen grunted as he was really ramming into her now. The smacks of wet flesh against wet flesh and their grunting echoed through the evening air.
Sam was once again stroking his own dick using the cum from his earlier climax as lubricant. Owen kept the tempo up for a good 10 minutes more when the black man who was now covered in sweat started signaling his arrival and Sam suddenly wondered if the black lunatic had sense enough to pull out. Looking at Rachel she had similar mind.
"Sam... Sam... I'm..." "OOH FUCK!" "Sam I'm not on the pill!" She suddenly alarmed.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." Owen kept grunting and his assault seemed to reach climax.
"Owen, Owen you need to pull out!" Sam stood up, his right hand as well as his dick covered in cum while some dripped down on the pool tiles.
"Wha?" Owen said through hazed eyes never seizing his assault.
"Don't cum in her dude! She is ovulating!" Sam cried standing next to them.
"Sam hurry! Stop him or something! I can feel he is close!" Rachel bit her lip as she did all she could to keep standing and not giving in to her own lust.
"Ohhh ohhh oh fuck oh fuck." Owen grunted as he pouted his lips. Sam knew that look at any moment the black Adonis could shoot his load and forever be tied to his sister. Shaking he reached out a hand, trembling reaching towards those big dark muscles. He saw the black flesh flex as it had a tight grip on his little sister's hips.
Owen started to shake his head. He seemed out of his mind. "Take it baby... take my seed, take it like you earned it!!" He suddenly bellowed. He roughly slapped her ass against his groin as he trusted his dick into her.
"Ooh oh god oh fuck I'm cumming!" Rachel yelled out "I can feel it filling me, oh god Sam, I'm so full!"
With every thrust Owen kept pumping more and more potent black seed into the petite white girl and he let out load "Oh oh oh oh's". The way the black ass cheeks were clenching and Owen kept pumping into his sister told Sam he would fill her to the rim.
Sam looked down and saw his own dick go off. Hanging slightly limper then stiff, thick strings of seed landed on his pubic hair and added to the mess that was already there. He almost sat down as he felt his knees tremble.
"Ooh fuck that felt good girl..." Owen smiled as he slapped her ass slightly softer this time. As he walked backwards his thick limp dick flopped out her gaping hole and only now was it clear how messy he had left her hole. The slime of their love making still covered his black dick that still hang half limp. "Oh my god what am I going to do!" Rachel looked back over her shoulder at Owen and Sam.
Her swollen red, gaping, pussy made a perfect bulls eye with her butt cheeks framing the picture. Her hips were still swaying as if they were still being drilled. Every now and then a drip of semen would drop down on the titles.
"Come Sammy..." Owen gently but urgently took Sam by the arm. Looking at those dark brown eyes Sam knew what was expected, and without any thought went to one knee and pressed his face against the smelly red mess that was his sister's vagina. The strong aroma of their love making still in the air he pressed his tongue forward.
"Ooouuuhhh!" She yelped out as the sensation of having her older brother perform oral stimulation on her. Now Owen was steadying her as he pushed her ass into Sam's face. What ever restrained she had had of trying to keep the black man's seed within her had evaporated when she felt her body shake and her third orgasm took over. She felt it leak out of her, right on her brother's face. Thick white drops of cum would leak out of her and into Sam's mouth.
Just when things started to slow down and Sam stood up, his face covered in the juices of Rachel and Owen, the siblings heard an all familiar voice.
"Oh my god! Rachel! Sam!"
All three looked at the entrance to the kitchen and sure enough, their Mom and Dad had come home early!
The End.
Making the First Move
"Just a couple more steps and you're there." Ryan slid his arm around Sophie's waist and nudged the taxi door closed. As the car pulled away from the curb he glanced at the veranda of her cottage-style home, thankful she'd left the porch light on so they wouldn't have to navigate the brick pathway in the dark.
She clutched his hand and snorted. "Someone's moved the house! I can't make it that far."
Ryan smiled and stepped around in front of her. He clasped her upper arms and waited for her blue eyes to focus on him. One of the straps on her slip-like crimson dress had fallen off her shoulder. He tugged it into place, ignoring the spark of desire inside him. "You're okay," he said. "You're a little drunk, that's all."
She scoffed and tilted her head to stare up at him. "I am not. I'm nearly as tall as you."
He laughed as his gaze passed over her. She'd definitely grown over the five years he'd known her. Back when they first met she'd been a bubbly sixteen year old living with her parents, while he'd just started his own landscaping and gardening business at the age of twenty-two.
At the time her parents had hired him to give their garden a complete overhaul. While he worked there Sophie became his shadow, following him around at every opportunity, complimenting his dark hair and the muscles he'd acquired through his work. Although he'd pretended not to notice, her crush on him had been obvious.
After that initial job her father had arranged for him to do regular maintenance and Ryan kept in touch with her family over the years. While he worked on expanding his business and Sophie studied to become a nurse, their friendship grew. Now when he looked at her, he no longer saw that innocent teenager.
Tonight her long brown hair framed her face in a tousled mass and the gloss she'd worn earlier had all but faded from her lips. An overwhelming urge came over him to press his mouth there. He leaned in to kiss her forehead instead. "C'mon," he said. "Let's get you to bed."
"Wait." Sophie held onto the forearms revealed by his rolled-up shirtsleeves, swaying as she smiled at him. "I wanted to tell you something that I've been thinking about for a while."
Given the chemistry building between them lately Ryan had a fa
ir idea what she planned on saying. As much as he wanted to hear it, he preferred the idea of her telling him when she had a clear head. He slipped his fingers into her hair and massaged her temple with his thumb. "It's getting late, Soph. Why don't you tell me tomorrow instead?"
Sophie made a soft sound of pleasure, resting her cheek against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and sighed. "Remind me if I forget," she said. Her dress dipped low in the back and she wasn't wearing a bra. He couldn't resist sweeping his hand over her exposed flesh, sliding his palm up and down her spine. Her body trembled and her expression filled with contentment.
Ryan gave an inward groan and scrubbed a hand down his face, deciding he'd had about as much as he could handle for one night. He urged her along the front path and helped her step onto the porch. She fumbled with her key, then shoved the door open and stumbled inside. Thankfully her housemate had gone away for the weekend so there was no need to keep the noise down.
Sophie slapped the light switch and dropped her purse, bracing herself against the archway leading into the living room. From her previous history Ryan knew she'd either fall asleep on her feet, or get a second wind and want to continue on with their night. He chose another option and swept her up into his arms. He kicked the door shut, enjoying the sound of her shocked laughter as he strode with her down the hallway.
He used his elbow to turn on the light in her bedroom and glanced around the space he'd only been in a handful of times. Drapes blocked the view of the street outside and she'd looped some kind of purple gauzy material over the curtain rod. Bright yellow linen covered the bed and a bookcase sat in the corner, so stuffed with well-worn paperbacks it looked about ready to tip forward.