"Mike?" she asked, licking her lower lip, her tone saying a thousand different things.

"Linda?" Mike replied. "Me… are you thinking what I'm… thinking?"

"I… I hope so," Linda stammered. She let her eyes play fully over the tremendous bulge in his crotch. A spasm of pleasure clawed at her insides. "Yes," she added, looking into his brown eyes, "I… think so."

As if in a dream, Mike began tugging at his clothing. And each time a bit more of his naked flesh was revealed, both he and Linda felt their excitement build.

When he was totally nude, except for his shorts, Linda got to her knees and reached out for that monstrous looking shape behind the material. Then, when she brushed her fingers over the rock-hard texture of his cock, she felt her throat begin to ache as much as her pussy.

It was almost as if she wanted to… kiss it!

Mike quickly shucked out of his shorts, then spread his legs wide. He stretched out his hands and touched the silky texture of his sister's red hair.

"Want to suck it?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Suck?" Linda repeated, as if the word were somehow slightly foreign.

"Yeah," Mike said, pulling her close. "Stick it in your prick-loving mouth and eat out my cum."

The tingling in Linda's throat became so intense it cut off, her air. She stared at the thick slab of prick and let her jaw hang slack.

It was beautiful!

Long and as big around as her wrist, it was capped with a loose sheath of rubbery skin, from which peeked a massive, oval shaped head. A clear drop of fluid clung to the tiny slit just under the ball. Is this what cum looks like, she wondered?

She grasped the purplish, thickly veined shaft and pulled it down from his stomach. Slowly, she ran the massive cockhead over her lips and inhaled the heady aroma of sweat, dried piss and… something else, something that made her throat constrict.