"Why did you come in here tonight?" she hissed, jerking her hips to increase the pain on his cock.

"I told you… I couldn't help it. I've been watching you and I couldn't just smell your underwear and jack off any longer. I had to know how it would be!"

His confession had unexplainably excited her. So her twenty-five-year-old brother actually filched her underwear and used them as an erotic aid to his self abuse. A shiver went through her. She felt her anger starting to drain away. But she wanted to be mad at him!

"You're awful!" she gasped, knowing really that Howell's having stolen her panties was terribly exciting.

"Sometimes I watch you undress," he said, trying to kiss her mouth. "I stand out on the balcony and when you've got your doors closed, you don't see me."

"Watch me undress!" She weakened more. Her cunt muscles were aching more than ever. She couldn't keep squeezing him like that. And the more she thought of him with her underwear, watching her undress…

"I want you, Abby… got to have you." She'd let her defenses down and now her brother jerked his cock from her body. It came out with a sucking sound and he quickly wiggled down between her thighs. She struggled but it was too late. The next thing she felt was his open mouth covering her smoldering pubes. As his tongue gouged down along her slit, Abby sucked in a breath and held it, her willowy body shaking with the subtle friction he was bringing to her swollen parts.

"Uhhhh… Ohhh… Ohhh God, I never felt anything like that! Never… never!"

"Abby, Abby," he mumbled, pressing his lips against her again. His tongue raked pure pleasure from her pussy. She felt new floods of juice. She widened her thighs and bent her knees up, up until her long feet dangled in the air above Howell's head. And the noisy feast he was having began to send tendrils of ecstasy through her in steady, pulsing rhythms.

"Ahhhhhh," she coughed, feeling herself letting go.