"Linda!" a gasping voice cried out.
It took several seconds before Linda could even focus. Her climax had peaked violently, and although she had heard her brother's voice, she had no control over the raw convulsions. At last, with shame creeping around her like a damp fog, she jerked upward to a sitting position.
"Mike," she said, giving him a wild look. "I… I thought you were gone."
"Obviously," her brother said, his eyes running over her body. "Christ, I thought you were on fire… or something…"
"I was just, uh," she began, her words finally becoming inaudible, "alone here and I… that… is, I…"
Mike swallowed hard, wondering why it wasn't until now that he'd really noticed his little sister. Shit, was she a knockout!
At barely sixteen, her body was ripened and firm. And those tits! They were large and upturned, capped by pink, tasty looking nipples. Because they were so big, it made her waist look even smaller than it was. Her hips were rounded and creamy looking, giving way to long, shapely legs. But the most striking feature about her was that flaming red hair. It hugged an oval face, setting off the color of her emerald green eyes, then flowed down her back like a waterfall in slow motion. A patch of curly hair of the same color haloed her tight, oozing cunt hole.
"Oh… Jesus," he gasped, feeling his blood rise. He tried to look away, but found it impossible. Her very presence seemed to engulf him like the undertow of a tide.
Just as something was happening to Mike, Linda's mind was exploding with a million disjointed thoughts. And although he was her brother, she still couldn't help but notice how attractive he was, at eighteen, he had the body of a hulking, young giant. He had dark brown hair, cut short, and almost black eyes. He was muscular and tanned, his large forearms ribboned with veins. She noticed a tuft of silky, chocolate brown hair pecking from the top of his tank top shirt. It might be her imagination, but the thick bulge in his jeans seemed to grow larger, pulsate like an inflating inner tube.