He Can't Resist

With an exciting almost electric surge Daniel passed by Tracy. Brushing the peak of his tent perversely across her ass. As it bobbed into the valley of her ass he paused for a moment, barely resisting the temptation to press up against her.

Biting his tongue he opened the fridge and glanced for something to drink, grabbing a beer he cracked it open and held it over his crotch, compressing his erection as he tried not to leer at his sister's curves.

What he hadn't seen was Tracy bite her lip. Washing the last dish that had been left waiting she dried her hands and started drying the dishes. She sensed Daniel watching her, hoping her slender figure looked good as she reached up to shelves above her head and down.

Daniel didn't want to be doing this, he knew better. But he just couldn't help but watch and wonder how Tracy's tits would sit of freed from the bra.

As Tracy finished drying the dishes she smirked. “Here!” She called out, whipping the tea towel at Daniel's face. Watching as his cock dropped down invitingly pointing towards her as Daniel recovered from her minor distraction.

“What the fuck.” Daniel cursed.

“I figured you're just standing there looking at me. Maybe I should do the same.” Tracy replied cheekily, leaning forward on the counter with Daniel to her left, giving his drifting eyes a good side profile.

“I wasn't looking at you.” Daniel sighed, wishing she hadn't noticed, or raised it.

“Sure. And you didn't drag your tent pole across my ass.” Tracy playfully remarked stepping towards Daniel and poking his erection quite deliberately. The kitchen was growing warmer as the corrupt electricity emitted from the oven increasing the tension and arousal in the room.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. It just won't go down.” Daniel embarrassingly apologized, trying not to think of the series of ideas and thoughts that flooded his mind the instant she touched his thinly clad cock.

“You're not sorry. How'd you like it if I dragged my aching, hard nipples across your body.” Tracy mockingly remarked raising an eyebrow.

She wanted to be fucked, her only problem was she couldn't be bothered to go out and find someone, or something to fuck. She actively entertaining the idea of just sucking him off to get that little bit closer to getting fucked.

Daniel was here after all. He was hard.

Daniel sucked on his lip, unsure of how to respond as he felt the sexual frustration building inside him. There was no more thoughts about this being his own sister, just how amazing this beautiful woman would look being fucked, being naked, being covered in his seed.

Rolling his eyes he sighed, trying to dismiss the perverse thoughts.

Tracy took her chance. Stepping forward she brazenly grabbed his cock and rubbed it through the thin fabric before Daniel could swat her away.

She couldn't believe she did it. She couldn't believe he gasped so happily. She had to have more.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” Daniel cried out, panicked that he actually paused swatting Tracy's hand away. His cock ached for more.

“I'm trying to take care of something you obviously can't.” Tracy tauntingly replied, reaching back for Daniel's dick only to get blocked.

“No. We can't.” Daniel objected, increasingly questioning why he was doing so.

“It clearly needs to be touched, I want to touch it. It's not like you don't want to touch these…mmmm…” Tracy moaned in delight at the unexpected sensitivity to her double d tits as she grabbed, lifted and squeezed them graphically in front of her brother.

Maybe a neighbour would… Tracy thought turning to leave the kitchen.