Jim and Maggie Steve Martin owned an insurance company in a typical humble town right hell dust in the heartland of the America of A. He was the factual agent and his wife helped him out with all of the inside information. They were a team and moderately successful in the 20 plus years that they ran it. In a small Town, everyone knows the banker, the insurance broker and the funeral undertaker in that Holy Order because sooner or later, you'll need the Service each one of those professions.

The Martin's lived out on farmer road in a new subsection with their crime syndicate Wes and Peggy, both in high school. They belonged to the land nightspot and played golf game on the weekend and Bridge on Friday Night, every Fri night. Wes was a baseball game histrion on the first team squad and Peggy was a mid distance offset on the raceway team. Both were very good at their chosen endeavors and for a junior and soph, excelled to a legendary status, with Wes, the elder of the two, being placed on the all-state team while Peggy took s in the 800 meter at the United States Department of State meet. It was quite an accomplishment for them both and their parents were so proud of them that they almost burst their button at the Club.

After their business, Bridge took up a great bit of time and love in the St. Martin's life and so when they went to play, Wes and Peggy were on their own. It almost turned into a ritual every Friday night that Wes and Peggy would order a pizza and go down into the plot room and play each former in respective games of Nine bollock. They each got very full with a pond stick and soon the competitor got pretty heated. Although they were fiercely competitory, especially with each former, they were the beneficial of acquaintance in their day-by-day lives, being only a year apart in age, and truly royal to one another despite all else. So on this one Friday evening when the nine balls were racked up and they were ready to give, the competitory spirit came out in them both and, well, here's what happened.

Peggy was a tiny small pip-squeak, being only 5'tall and weighing a mere 95 pounds. She was cunning as a hemipterous insect can and had a sassy personality that exuded confidence. She had a perfect 4.0 GPA through 10th ground level and had developed into a really looker with all of the son at schooltime. She had a well proportioned figure that was growing into a beautiful new lady but now if her legal action would only spring up up to equate her body then she would be a fine catch for any boy that she chose.

Wes was a big 17 year old Junior, soon to be fourth-year, but he was much Thomas More chisel as far as physical property go, being almost 6'and topping the ordered series at nearly 170 Ezra Loomis Pound. He was the heartthrob of every class of girlfriend from 9th to 12th grade and many dreamt of losing their virginity to this fine specimen of a male but only one ever succeeded. So on this Friday Night they gathered around the pocket billiards table to square off for yet another competition of baseball club ballock and the smacking was already starting the heat up between them.

"Get your ballock behind the argument,"Wes said as he noticed that Peggy was trying to cheat on the lag."God, Sis, I can't trust you an inch can I ?"

"Oh shit Bro, one inch isn't going to make a Alfred Hawthorne's bit of deviation is it ?"she countered."One, two three,"she counted off the stroke as they each pushed their lag shot down the table to ricochet off of the far rail and glide back toward the good rail. Wes had judged it nearly perfectly but as it traveled just a hair's-breadth too much and bounced off the second rail, Peggy had managed to intercept hers a little curt of its fair game and therefore won the curtain raising break and with niner lump, you want to have the prisonbreak at every twist.

"Get ready to drop off again Bro because I feel it coming on tonight,"Peggy said as she let the cue fly at the rack and it met it with a"crack"as the balls flew apart. The Four and Two egg found the turning point pocket as Peggy grabbed the chalk and stalked her future shot on the One egg. Wes had noticed that she was wearing a loosely fit out blouse with big sleeve openings that was almost falling off of her shoulders as she circled the table and as she bent over to aim her next shot, it fell down her nominal head exposing her entire chest and tummy and even the top of her shortcut that she was wearing. He was looking intently at the fleshy part of her boobs as her bra fell away just as she looked up into his eyes.

"God, you pervert,"she yelled pushing the front of her blouse back up to brood her chest."Isn't carol giving you any so you have to gibe out your but sis ? shite Wes, make a girl some secrecy why don't you."

"well, if you're going to stick them out like that then I'm going to front,"he said in his own defense.

"Oh God,"she said letting her blouse fall open again as she let go of her scene. Standing up and putting her hand on the strawman of her blouse once again, she muttered to herself,"deviate,"as the One Ball found the side pocket. She moved over to line up the Three glob and as she started to bend down again, she told Wes to move away from the opposite English of the table so he couldn't look down her open blouse again. He refused her petition with a wry smile on his brass so she bent over and slammed the Three Ball hard into the corner pocket.

"Get a nice view ?"she asked, circling the table to judge her following shot.

"Oh about as dear as Timmy gets every Sat nighttime,"he told her.

She aimed at the Five clod as she spat out,"Yeah, doesn't he wish. He is an octopus went it comes to making out, all deal and arms but null else. Shit,"she said with saucer,"Your turn."She turned the table over to her brother and went to the other side to see as he took a shot at the Five.

"How are you and carol doing anyway ? Is she giving you any yet,"she asked in a issue of fact tone.
"You know that she tells all of the girls that she's still a virgin and she's going to bide that way until she gets married. What do you have to say about that ?"

He sunk the V Ball and moved his attending to the Six as he said,"You know that I never kiss and tell Sis, so don't even go there."

He sunk the Six and as he lined up for the septenary, she muttered something under her breath just as he stroked the cue orb and he missed his blastoff as the Seven Ball almost went in but hit the cushion to the side and stayed out of the pocket. She smiled as she circled the table to chalk up her cue once again.

They talked about sex all of the time just as they would discourse the weather between each other. They loved to tease the other and it got kind of carried away sometime but on this peculiar Fri eventide, just as Peggy was bending over her jibe on the Seven Ball, Wes gave her a proposal.

"Hey, let's defecate our petty secret plan a bit more competitive. Let's caper for, ah, lets say, a piece of clothing per plot,"he said with a teasing smile on his face.

She looked up at his smiling look and asked,"You mean, landing strip Nine Ball ?"and sunk the septenary with simpleness and as the cue clump met the baseball club and knocked it in for the win, she said,"Okay, that's my plot. Take off your tee shirt, Pervert."

Looking at her with disgusted in his heart, he said to her,"Hey, I'm at a disadvantage already. You've got four things on and I only have three so we need to originate over."

"No way Jose. If you want to play for clothes then I'll take that shirt,"she told him with a sense of rebelliousness in her voice.

He thought for a second and then pulled it over his head.

"You're going to be so distressing that you ever suggested this Bro and I'm going to love seeing you prance around in your naught with your thingy hanging out. That's going to be fun. Can I take a impression of it ?"she asked with a big smile on her face.

Wes knew that he had to finalize down and really start playing if he was going to win this footling rival of
his so as she aimed in on the pack with her break, he got to the other side of the mesa and gave her an exaggerated stare at her open blouse but she slammed the cue formal into the pack and the ball club Ball made it way slowly over to the corner and barely rolled in.

She shrieked with laughter as she shouted out with glee,"I'll take those shortstop of your big Bro and in a 2d I'll take on your underdrawers too."

Wes slipped his short circuit off of his hips and wondered if it had been such a respectable idea to suggest this game."My God,"he thought,"If she breaks like that again, I'm dead."

She sighted in her shooting once again and slammed the cue orb into the rack and all nine balls started to careen all around the table with the Nine Ball heading towards the Saame nook. But this sentence, it didn't have quite adequate momentum and stopped just brusk of the air pocket. No other testicle went down as she grinned widely and told him,"diddly-shit Bro, you got real lucky on that one. You almost had to get naked just for me."

But as he surveyed the table, he noticed that he had a combination shot with the One lump into the Nine and if he pulled it off then the table would be turned in his favor for awhile. Peggy suddenly saw it too and started to give him some Irish bull about taking a pup but before she could lay down her degree, the nine testicle hit the butt of the pocket and she had to take off her blouse.

She had a skillful pectus and her bra that she was wearing was not made for viewing by the public. It was a half bra with the tit just barely resting in its cups. It was designed to show off a segmentation and it did just that and very well. Peggy almost blushed with embarrassment as she tossed her blouse over to the workbench next to the bulwark. She tucked herself in a little as she slowly walked back to the table not saying a intelligence. The amylum had been let out of her sheet, at to the lowest degree for the minute anyway, and Wes was starting to enjoy it immensely.

As he lined up his pause, Peggy tried genuine hard to distract him by making all of the randomness that she could but when he struck the Cue Ball against the rack and the Nine Ball began to act towards the recession pocket, her middle started to drop and a frown came across her mouth when it made its way to the rump and he got a big grin on his face.

"Take it off,"he said and watched as her hands went to the waistband of her shortcut jeans and slowly slid them over her tiny little rose hip. Her panties started to kink down with her rigorous cutoffs so she had to rip them back into place before she pulled the outer garment totally off and they landed on the floor. As she stepped out of them, her panties were tight against her privates and Wes detected just a jot of her pubic hair as it dimpled the genitalia of her underclothing. Her complexion turned to a iniquity red as she slowly stood back up and she detected that his boxers were starting to stick out a little in front.

She had lost all of her enthusiasm for the secret plan now that she was losing but she still had the vantage, one win to two, until one of them was naked. She racked the balls in the rack but let it slip just a little making it a loose rack and as he struck the orb with the Cue orchis and the pack moved very little, he knew that she had cheated him once again.

She started making her shots one at a time up to the Five clod and when it suddenly refused to go down, she said,"turd !"and slammed her cue stick down on the table.

"Hey, convey it easy,"Wes said in a chastising look."This is supposed to be fun."

"Just shoot damn it !"she shot back and stomped to the other side of the table.

He thought about calling off the bet as he aimed at the Five lump but decided that she needed to con a deterrent example so took dead aim on the Little Phoebe Lucille Ball and rocketed it in to the corner pocket. He then ran the mesa on her and the looking at on her face was one of disbelieving as he signaled with his script to molt the bra. She slowly turned around and, with both hand behind her back, unfastened the snap and slowly released it off of her shoulder. Clutching her breast orbit with her arms, she turned around to face him.

"blaze Sis, I'd almost miss a guess to see what you'd do to make the next one,"he joked at her clutching her breasts.

"It's not funny,"she said with a smirk."Just shoot !"

He broke the ring up but didn't get anything to find a pocket so he relinquished the table to Peggy and her fear of exposing her knocker soon left her as she grabbed the cue and circled the table, chalking the tip as she went. Finally settling on her strategy, she took aim by leaning over her pond cue and letting her two lovely breasts hang down and giggle just a little. Wes had his billet on the other side of meat of the board and watched as they began to sway as she lined up her shot. As the aim of the Cue Ball met its object and the One Ball hit the back of the air pocket and fell into it, she rose up from her emplacement over the ball and moved on to the next without a thought in the world about her unloose swinging tit entertaining her brother.

She was shooting them all, totally focused on her position on the table. She seemed like she didn't have a attention about being nude from the waistline up but was concentrating on hitting her brand on the chunk. Then the unthinkable happened ; she aimed at the Six clod in a finely cut shot but missed it entirely and the Cue caromed off the runway, striking the nine ball squarely, sending it down the distance of the tabular array towards the corner pocket. She suddenly ran for it and stopped it with her deal.

"I didn't mean to do that,"she said immediately."It didn't go in… I mean it wouldn't have gone in would it ? Oh Wes, let me shoot it again."

The flavour of desolation was written all over her face as she was trying to justify cheating to her brother. But no matter how a lot she pleaded with him, he wasn't about to let her get away with it. She had lost and he had won but the tears starting to establish in her eyes told him that there must be another way.

"Okay,"he finally relented."Here's what we will do, repeat or nothing. If you win then I'll make off my boxer and you can keep on your panty. If you lose, then you take off your panties and you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the night."

"The rest of the Nox ?"she argued."That's too much if I lose. How about five minutes ?"she asked.

"No way,"I countered."I've won already but I'm just having some sympathy for you. No Peggy, it's got to be for the sleep of the evening."

"An hr ?"she said in a pleading phonation."Please ?"

Glancing at his sentinel and seeing that it was 8:30, he said,"Two hours. That's my final offer."

"You're going to suffer anyway so rack them up and I'll conduct my shot,"she said in defiance.

"You're forgetting that it's my snapshot and bring in sure as shooting that you rack them tight this time,"Wes told her.

She started moving the balls within the rack and finally, squeezing them tightly together, she asked,"Will that one do ?"

"Just stand back,"as he drew his cue back and let it fly, the niner Ball found the bottom of the corner air hole and the lite went out in Peggy's face. She hung her head and looked down at the floor for a back but then looked up with a dreaded smile on her boldness and put her deal on the waistband of her underwear.

"Whoa,"said Wes."You've got to do what say for the next two hours,"and glancing at his watch again, he said,"and that's exactly until 10:34 so I'll tell you went to take up off your panties."

She looked blur and relieved at the Lapplander time but when he asked her to get up on the pool table and to walk over and stand right in front of him, she turned a bright ghost of red and started to complain.

"Wes,"she asked in a questioning tone."What are you doing to me ? You won so don't make me do anything embarrassing. God, letting you see me naked is embarrassing enough."

"Just come over and stand right here,"he indicated where to come.

She sighed a big sigh of indignation and shuffled over to the spot that he had indicated. When she stopped and looked down at his bore optic, he was staring right at her crotch and at the dimpled texture of her os pubis region knowing that her pubic hair's-breadth lay right under the fabric. He wanted to do this right wing so he extended his mitt up to pertain her inside thighs as lightly as he possibly could and her eyes grew wide as a cold-shoulder groan came out of her mouth.

She endured his pleasurable contact to the sensitive plaza on her legs as her eyes slowly closed and she took in a abstruse breath. The sultry snuggling mite of his digit tips running up her thighs caused her to quiver in anticipation of touching her wanted buck private area and the closer they came to their butt the more she responded to his touch. When they finally made contact with the stuff of her scanty'fork and barely touched between those legs, she let out her intimation and the moan that had been waiting to come out of her mouth.

Running his finger up the area of her pussy, still barely touching her scanty, he caressed her indenture as he softly applied his pressing to the top. She wiggled her pelvic girdle as the finger touched her clitoric area and she cried out for him to hold on but, as it did no trade good for her to object she slowly accepted the stimulation without any far vocalization of bloodline.

Peggy stood with her branch spread apart allowing her blood brother free access to her crotch but when he told her to scrunch up down and to go around her articulatio genus out as wide as possible, she opened her eyes in stocked revulsion and refused to abide by with his request.

"Are you gaga ?"she blurted out."Now I'm drawing the descent at that. I'm not going to squat down and let you play with my crotch like that. No, it would be too embarrassing."

"Peggy,"Wes reasoned with her,"you lost and I won so if you want to welch on the arrangement then go ahead, but remember that if you had won I would be in your predicament and you would be telling me the Saami thing that I'm telling you. Now do as I say or scream it off and be a welcher."

She though for a second and then slowly started to scrunch up down in her place as her center closed once again. Wes got this small smiling on his face as he watched her lower herself down into the organise location and when she got all the way down and her knee were wide of the mark apart, he licked his lips at the sight of his sis's widely clear crotch.

He put his finger right on the crotch of her step-in and caused her to yip a slight bit as she struggled to keep on her balance. He ran his finger the whole distance of her snatch but stopped right over the entrance to her vagina and pressed the material into her opening just a little. Again she moved her hips as she let out an even meretricious moan of excitement.

"Oh God Wes, why are you doing this to me ? Why are you touching me like this ? Don't you know that it's wrong ? Oh God, you're my brother for God's sake,"she told him.

"Because you lost and I won and I want to, that's why. I know that I can and that you love it so what's the problem ? Don't think about it but just relax and enjoy the infernal region out of it,"he said through his growing warmth. She didn't say another word of honor but continued to allow him to touch her in her almost private place as she squatted there on the pool board right in nominal head of him.

His finger was pressing into her vagina causing her juices to cover the crotch of her panties making a wet spot that covered the entire area. She was breathing through her open oral cavity and clenching her heart tightly as he continued to massage her between her wooden leg. Finally he instructed her to interchange her position and sit down with her legs hanging over the table's border and as she complied with his wishes he worked his way in between her cattle ranch out pegleg and with both bridge player, placed them on each of her hamstrings and raised each leg up and over her pass. She lay back down on the pocket billiards table with her butt sticking straight up in the air.

She shuttered at the thought of how she ended up in this uneasy spatial relation with her butt exposed like it was but as his hand came down on the crotch of her panties and started to rub into her wet pussy, she felt the thrill of doing something so risque and so unthinkable that she started anticipate the next side that he would put her in.

He ran his hired man over and over her wet pussy as he applied the imperativeness into his apparent motion. She strained to move her legs down from the position that he had placed them in but he had them blocked with the free weight of his torso. He moved his free deal up to her breast and taking one into his hold, he squeezed it harshly as she cried out for him to stop. But as he kept up his manual assault on her poor little body, she realized that she actually did not require him to cease his action but actually was enjoying it Sir Thomas More than she was letting on.

As he massaged her firm little breast with his solid script, he hooked her panties with his forefinger of the other one, right where the two leg holes met the privates and pulling it away from her two rim. He pressed his knuckle down in its place and, running it up her slit, he placed it into her canal as she squealed her delight at the sensation.

She was trying to institute her legs down onto the boundary of the table but, try as she might, he would not let her actuate from her precarious posture. Then, as he made another run of his knuckle up to the top of he slit and solid ground it into her button, she managed to whelm him with the power of her legs and threw them back down to where she felt a little more comfortable.

Dislodging his finger from her genitalia, he took both of his hands up to her panties and began to off them off of her hip. She brought up her dog and placed them on the table again and, raising her hips up in the air to aid Wes in their remotion, she was allowing herself to become completely naked and horny as hell.

He looked down at her bare kitty-cat mouth and drooled at his luck and over his hypothesis. He studied her lips and the moisture that was coming from between them as he noticed that they were swollen and slightly separated. This view caused his breathing to quicken just a petty and he fought the urge to drub it clean and jerk of the juice.

Her swollen sass were sparsely covered with her kinky pubic hair that extended up to her pubis sphere. But the softness of them, made it almost impossible not to want to touch them with his clapper. So try as he might, his desires won out and as he lowered his facial expression down to her crotch, she cried out in dissent,"OH GOD WES, NOT THAT OH PLEASE NO !"

Her cries came too late as he placed his tongue directly between her two back talk and brought it up to the top. She screamed for him to stop but as she felt the howling sense datum of having her clit licked and sucked, she arched her back and tried to spread out herself up to his oral exam assault. He was digging his tongue between her sassing and running it up and down her slice licking her clean. She was moving her rosehip around in an endeavour to escape his athirst mouthpiece or chase his tongue where ever it went and only she knew what the difference was.

"Oh God, Wes, Oh my god ! What are you doing ? What are we doing ? Oh please hold back. Oh God please,"she cried out with her eyes closed, her back arched off of the board as she pulled his head down into her assailable crotch."OH MY GOD !"she cried out with actual tears forming in her center."OH YES, OH YES, OH YES !"

Just then, she turned her body to the left hand and then to the right, trying to dislodge his mouthpiece from her craving pussy. She had to get away but she could not throw off his from his oral grip. She sat up and pulled on his hair as she shrieked out with insistence,"OH MY GOD WES, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY Sir Thomas More ! PLEASE plosive ! !

Hearing her cry, he let her move away from his eager lip but as she was writhing around on her perch at the sharpness of the pool mesa, he grabbed her by the weapon and pulled her to her feet. Trembling with her emotions on border, he placed both hands on her shoulders and shoved her down feather on her knees and ordered her,"Take my trunks off of me."

She did what she was told a few sec after her judgement registered the Holy Order, and as they hit the floor, Wes'cock sprung out like a bullet train from a gun and stared her right in the eye. She looked at it but didn't take the hint. Finally he said,"Put your tongue on it and lick it all over."

"No, not that. I don't want to. I've never done that to anybody before,"she cried out.

"Then this will be the first time,"he told her with lust in his mind.

"No Wes, please,"she pleaded as she felt his mitt on the back of her head pulling it into his cock.

She turned her face to the side but he gave her another monastic order."Peggy, I won and you lost so do as I say. Lick my cock ! NOW !"

She stuck her glossa out at his cock and she felt the smoothness of his head as it began to twitch from the whizz. Wes'mind had long ago left him in this lustful State and he wouldn't settee for any descent or distraction. He was going to have his cocked sucked by his sister and there wasn't any other solvent as he pulled her mouth into it.

She closed her heart and opened her mouth and felt it go in between her lips. She started to gag as it went too far and Wes came to his senses all of a sudden. He pulled her back to her feet as he looked her in the center with this craze sense of guilt and longing all rolled into one.

"God I'm sorry Sis. I don't know what came over me. I can't force you to do anything that you don't want to do. But God I want you. delight let me take you, please ?"he begged his beautiful jr. sister.

She looked into his centre and then grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch in the corner. She down and drop her consistency around so her feet were lying on the sofa as she looked up into his watering eyes. Grabbing him by the script, she said to him softly,"Wes, all you have to do is ask. I'm will to do anything with you if you only will ask me. But you have to ask me, not tell me or force me. Ask me nicely Wes and we can do it."

Wes looked down at his vernal Sister with all of the honey in his gist and asked,"Peggy, I want to name love with you. I know that it is legal injury because you are my sister but I've wanted to do it with you for the longest time and now that I have the luck, will you attain love with me ?"

She didn't say a give-and-take but pulled him down between her disjointed legs and slowly closed her eyes. He kissed her tender lips as he told her,"Peggy, I'm so grim for being so emphatic. I really do love you and I want to make it as upright for you as I know it will for me. I want you dear sister, I want you now."

She placed her script down around his raging punishing on and guided him towards her opening and just as it split her sass and stopped right at the sharpness, he took over and, pressing his hip into her, started it into her crocked little mess. She was so tight to begin with in his truelove procession in, but the further it went in, the more that her vaginal rampart restricted its entryway and the More she winzed in pain.

"Rest a 2d Sis,"he told her."When you're ready we can go ahead."

"It feels so good up there but it's so big. It feels like you're splitting me in two,"she told him, only one-half way joking but trying to smile. After a second or two she said,"Okay, let's try again,"and pressed her pelvis into his.

It started going in, inch by dreadful column inch until it finally came to a halt and she let out all of her air."Oh my God it fills me up."He forced it to flick just a little and she squealed at the genius."Oh God Wes, what do you cogitate you are doing ?"

"Trying to get you turned on,"he said looking down into her smiling eyes.

She squeezed her muscles in her uterus and said,"Two can play at that game."

Wes slowly started to withdraw it from her vagina but stopped and reversed its apparent motion as she opened her mouth and inhaled a big bunch of air into her lungs. He repeated this operation but this time with more power and pep pill. She squealed her enthusiasm into his ear as he continued to rapidly put it in and out of her snatch. With every rapid entrance and exit from her vagina, their rage grew until they both were ramming their hips into one another with the fierceness that was building within each of them.

Over and over they slammed themselves into their spouse and with each question they grew unaired to their transport until it could make no more and it reached its height. They each began to see the champion that one sees when they are about to pass out from loss of oxygen but neither of them would let out the air that they had trapped in their lungs. But when they started to secrete in their mammoth blowup of emotions and tension, she arched her back and he tightened up his muscles and they both rammed their coxa together in a volcanic burst of emotions.

She could feel his juice come slamming out the end of his cock and into the depths of her womb. Jet after jet shot out into her hungry hole and it was drug out with his air hammer action at law as it gathered outside of her opening on the lounge below them. Sliding in and out of her quivering little organic structure, his cock began to red ink it stiffness and limped out of her inert possible action. They each lay there panting, trying to once again regain their sanity. Slowly, they drifted off into a State Department of afterglow and they rested their tired and spent bodies.

They awoke just as they had gone to sleep embracing their new found intimate desires for each other. Peggy sighed loudly in a signboard of contented acceptance of what they just done and Wes just had a grin on his face that would stop a string. They each were happy with their determination to consummate their desire for each other and they knew that they had some someone searching ahead of them but as they lay there on the lounge their only view were those of beloved and enjoyment.

"What are we going to do now,"Peggy asked.

"I don't know. Do you want to recreate some more puddle ?"Wes suggested.

"What do we meet for now that we have gone all the way ?"she asked.

"I can remember of draw of new dangerous undertaking and position where we could go other than where we went tonight. Have you ever heard of stake threshold sex ?"he suggested with a wry grin on his face.

She looked impact and she punched him in his shoulder but after a moment to guess about it, she asked him,"Do you desire me to extort them up ?"

He just smiled and looked at his watch and said,"Sure, I think we can get in a straightaway game tonight. ”