She got to the belt-line of his trousers, and with deft fingers, unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his fly. She tugged impatiently at his pants, and Jarvis obligingly raised his hips to give her some help. She yanked them down about his knees with a soft sigh of satisfaction, greedily gazing at his crotch.
Jarvis was wearing a soiled jock strap which was lifted away from his body by a tremendous hard on. A couple of inches of rigid, tumescent manmeat thrust out from beneath the jock and quivered against his belly.
Melanie's eyes widened and she cooed in admiration as she saw her first dick up close. Were all men this big? She wondered, remembering how enormous Brutus' ramrod had seemed, even from a distance. Her pussy quivered in excitement.
CHAPTER THREE
Melanie stared in growing excitement and some trepidation at her brother's enormous phallus, which lifted the elastic of his jock strap off his belly and impatiently throbbed in the air.
With a little whimper of delight, she hooked her fingers in the elastic of the jock and slowly pulled it down, snapping it snugly beneath her brother's huge, orange-sized balls.
Her hot blue eyes darted from his enormous ten inch prong to the large, bloated testicles beneath, and she shivered with wonder and rapture. Bending down, she sniffed his groin, inhaling the pungent, musky masculine odor, so alien to her now, soon to be so familiar. Pursing her lips, she brushed them very lightly across the pouting glans of the angry reddish knob that topped the thick, vein-etched shaft of Jarvis' pecker.
A pearly drop of translucent liquid quivered on the glans, and she forked out her tongue, swiping it off. The bittersweet taste was curious but not unpleasant, and experimentally, she sluiced her tongue back and forth across the spongy, heated knob.