"Yeah, damn it, I've seen her with her clothes off. How the fuck could I help seeing her with her clothes off once in a goddamn while? She's my sister! What the fuck's the matter with you anyway, Lisa? Leave a guy alone will you? Cut the shit about She… " Randy whined confusedly, his voice trailing off in a sputter.

"Do you want me to leave this nice cock alone too?" Lisa smiled wickedly; wrapping her hand around the slippery juice slickened shaft of Randy's hard young cock.

"Hell no, Lisa. That feel's great. But what's this shit about Sherry? What's Sherry got to do with

us?" Randy said weakly.

"You'll find out about it all in due time, Randy dear," Lisa said mysteriously. "Aren't you going to undress me? I thought you'd have my clothes Off before you parked the van."

"Yeah," he said with a sigh.

Randy fell back limply in the front seat of his van, his long muscular legs spread wide, his aching cock arching up between them through his gaping fly. He gave up trying to understand what was happening to him, gave up trying to understand the strange relationship that seemed to exist between Lisa and his sister. And yet the, fact of that relationship filled his consciousness even as the powerful sensations of sex began to spread over him, drowning his inner confusion in a sea of lust.

He had to take the dark and seductive temptress who suddenly seemed so open to him, had to feel the warmth of her silken flesh, had to bury his throbbing cock between her long and luscious legs, had to taste the creamy flesh of her cunt, had to feel her wet- lips against the head of his hard cock. But why Was she so open to him and never to the many other young studs who had tried to fuck her? He tried desperately to control the confusion and near panic that she had stirred up within him, tried desperately to summon the courage he somehow- knew he would need to plunge into the whirlpool of hot lust that Lisa had stirred up around them both.