Even at that tender age, the sexy blonde was aware of a wild, uncontrollable fire in her blood. She never seemed to be able to get enough cock. Al had trained her beautifully, coming in thick torrents in her mouth until she learned to get her rocks off just from having a guy shoot his load in her throat.

Or up her gorgeous naked ass. Linda loved being fucked there, too. In fact, the maddeningly hot blonde loved being fucked anywhere.

Al had really spoiled her, the hung bastard. She would have married him, except for one thing.

He was her own brother.

Now Al was married to a nurse, a stacked brunette with proud tits and stunning legs. Linda had seen her in a bathing suit, and, although the young blonde never felt a desire to make it with girls, Linda couldn't help feeling a wild curiosity about Al's hot, sexy wife.

Just the thought of sucking on the brunette's juicy tits sent shivers up Linda's spine.

At twelve-fifteen, Al showed up. Smiling in his easy way, he still looked a little nervous and hesitant. They hadn't fucked in over two years, not since Al got married.

She hugged him fiercely, feeling his huge cock throb against her belly. She could feel his resistance, too.

"You said it was important," Al reminded her in the living room. "I've only got an hour for lunch, Linda."

Taking a deep breath, the panting blonde slipped off her robe. Her wide blue eyes pleaded with him.

"I need it, Al," she whispered. "I need it bad."

The rugged warehouse worker felt his long cock pound in his pants like eight inches of burning steel. Would he ever find another hot piece of ass like his own kid sister? They'd put all that action behind them two years ago, when he'd married Sandy. It could only lead to trouble in the long run.