However, Jarvis was extremely well-hung. His cock measured a full ten inches in length when erect, and was incredibly thick around. This stupendous piece of anatomy had been inherited from his lusty father, who also was the proud possessor of ten inches of dickmeat. Melanie's mother had been a delicate, well-bred Southern belle, and her rude initiation to sex on the first night of her wedding had been a scarring experience, for Rhett Wilkerson had not been a gentle man. After the births of her children, which weakened her constitution considerably, she had become an invalid and had locked her bedroom door against her husband at night, causing him to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere.

But Jarvis had not inherited his father's brutality. At least, he could be brutal at times, but his masculine hardness was tempered by a gentlemanly attitude inherited from his mother.

Now, he tongued his sister's cunt with avid excitement, keenly aware that he was quickly driving Melanie to the brink of orgasm.

Melanie's mind was whirling faster and faster. Something incredible, inconceivable, was happening to her. Hot flames licked around her loins, and each time her brother's tongue came in contact with her sensitized pussy flesh, a shock more intense than the last wracked her body. She was moaning wantonly now, incoherent exclamations erupting from her feverish lips. She clutched frantically at his head and began to churn her hips wildly against Jarvis' face, smothering him in slick, oozing pussy flesh.

He worked his fingers rapidly in and out of her tight, convulsing hole and sucked and slurped at her pussy lips and clitoris, enjoying her cries of passion.

Melanie threw back her head and uttered a piercing shriek of ecstasy. White hot bolts of sheer rapture enveloped her body as spasms rippled through her quaking loins. Jarvis moaned in delight as her hot juices splashed copiously on his darting, swishing tongue and he quaffed them eagerly.