Thinkers meet doer

Thinkers meet doer

“Do you ever think about fucking your sister? “ Jan asked George, in a mater-of-fact tone, as though it were the most natural thing in the world for a young lady to ask a near-stranger as they sat together in a kitchen drinking coffee. For Jan, her new college room-mate Linda, and Linda’s older brother George, it was early in the evening of their first of three nights together at a rented cabin, and Jan was alone with George and trying to figure him out. He was a shy, intellectual sort of guy, not at all the alpha-male kind of guy she had fallen for repeatedly between puberty and her freshman year in college; years of wanton fucking.
George almost choked on his coffee. He had just decided to open a conversation with his sister’s new friend about the weather, though he was occupied mostly with trying not to stare at her ample c-cup sized tits. They rode high and firm in the tight white tee-shirt that she wore, perfect rounded globes with dark nipples clearly showing through the thin nearly translucent fabric, her nipple tips obviously hard and inviting. Christ, didn’t women wear underwear anymore?
He felt his half-hard cock twitch and push further down along his left leg, encased only by loose silk boxers and knee-length, ultra-thin jogging shorts. What would it feel like to wrap those soft smooth tits around his prick, he had to wonder? “I try not to,” he finally managed to reply. Of course he occasionally thought about fucking his younger sister Linda; how could he avoid it? Women and even young girls drove him crazy, with the delicious body parts they flaunted around. Linda was his sister, but she was damned attractive; that couldn’t be helped. Linda was maybe five foot seven, with terrific b-cup sized tits that matched her slim but nicely curved body, and incredible legs and ass, though she kept most of herself well hidden most of the time. How the hell could any guy with normal gene sequences and hormones not think about fucking Linda? What a dumb question!
But Jan was openly smoking hot. At least as they sat across from each other at the small kitchen table he couldn’t see Jan’s incredible legs and hot ass, which had driven him insane during the three hour drive to the cabin, and she couldn’t see the growing bulge in his shorts.
Jan wasn’t at all the usual sort friend for Linda. Linda’s friends tended to be shy nerd-types like herself and her brother. Meeting Jan was a big shock for George. Linda had mentioned that her new dorm partner was sexy and uninhibited, but Jan was totally a smoking hot slut, so far as he could tell. Her every look and move screamed “fuck me” to every male in her vicinity between thirteen and a hundred and thirteen years of age.
Since Jan walked with Linda from the dorm to his truck, wiggling her cute little ass with each step and bouncing her obviously braless tits, tossed her duffel bag into the back, and slid in to sit on the bench-seat between himself and Linda, George had an almost constant hard-on. Jan’s thin shorts were super short, and barely covered her ass cheeks, and so tight that they pushed deep into her ass and cunt cracks. He didn’t see any evidence at all of panties. She had pressed her warm hip deliciously against his for the entire drive to the cabin, and he caught her looking at the resulting bulge in his shorts and smiling. He also caught her looking into his eyes and smiling, winking, and licking her luscious lips as he repeatedly glanced at her legs and cunt and tits while driving. What the hell!
“But you have to think about fucking Linda anyway, right?” Jan insisted. “I mean, beneath those terrible clothes she usually wears she is a really attractive, sexy girl. Have you seen her naked lately? I have, since we moved in together two weeks ago. Your little sister is hot. She needs to be fucked, and fucked hard. You’ve seen her naked body, right?”
George’ head spun. Sure, he and Linda had seen each other naked, when they were little kids, but they had been careful not to expose themselves to each other in recent years. She was eighteen now, though she looked younger, and he was twenty three. He had gone off to college just as her body was ripening into womanhood, and now it was her turn to go off to college, so they only tended to see each other on holidays spent at home with their parents. This was their first weekend together in years, without parents around. “Not lately,” he admitted.
“That’s too bad. Wait until you see her in the new bikini that I helped her pick out. Your huge cock will be hard as a board.”
OK, he knew his cock was much bigger than average. Was it that obvious? “How would you know I have a big cock?”
Jan laughed. “I’ve seen the outline of it in your shorts, silly. It’s absolutely huge. You’ve had a hard-on since you met me, right?”
“OK, it seems to be out of control.”
“Out of your control, you mean. It’s definitely under my control.”
George suddenly felt something lightly touch the calf of his left leg. It was Jan’s bare foot, he soon realized, moving up his leg steadily under the table as she sat staring and grinning at him with those incredible big eyes and hungry lips. She ran her tongue along her lips, and gave her head a little toss that caused her cascading brown hair to flop back and away from her perfect face, and caused her big firm tits to jiggle. She could be a model, he speculated, especially a skin magazine model. She was jaw-dropping, prick hardening gorgeous.
“Jesus,” he muttered, as the foot moved between his open legs and immediately zeroed in on his now fully erect cock. Through the thin fabric of his shorts and under-shorts her toes curled around his prick, almost like fingers, and moved up and down the turgid length of it, focusing briefly on his balls and then more intensely on his sensitive prick-head, before finally grasping his cock in the middle with her toes, and pushing back and forth on it, sliding soft silk boxer shorts against it and slowly jerking him off.
All the while her eyes were locked with his, watching as his at first steady breathing became open-mouthed panting. Coffee was put aside and forgotten. “Do you like that, George? Do you like the feel of my foot on your big hard prick?”
“Ahhhhh,” George moaned.
“Linda says she’s a virgin, and she thinks you are too. Is that right George? You’ve never plunged that big hard prick of yours into a slick tight pussy like mine or your sister’s?”
George managed to nod his head. Christ yes, he was a virgin. Why was it so hard to get along with girls anyway, he wondered. Sure he was a nerd, but that only meant that he thought and cared more about sex than the more Neanderthal type guys he knew. They seemed to think more about sports and cars than they did about girls, something that George couldn’t fathom at all. In the university where he studied for his PhD he saw hundreds of sexy girls every day, girls that caused his cock to harden until he got the chance to beat-off in a men’s room and get himself back under control. He had awkwardly tried to approach several girls but been rebuffed painfully, until the hurt was so much that he feared trying. They all seemed to be playing some kind of game for which he had no idea what the rules were. It was a lot easier to simply jerk off several times a day; that was a sure thing that resulted in a mind blowing orgasm every single time. Then he could get back to his studies. Very practical.
Now this incredibly sexy young girl was massaging his hard prick with her foot. He reached under the table with both hands and ran his fingers over her smooth calf. She was short, maybe five and a half feet tall compared to his thin six-foot-two-inches, and to reach his cock all that way under the table couldn’t be easy. He sensed that she was straining to do what she was doing to him. Would she tire quickly and quit? He slouched down further in his chair to grasp her foot firmly with one hand and help her jerk-off his cock.