"You know Lara is just a pussy waitin' to be fucked," Lynda says to him.
Lynda and Dale are lying on the floor naked. They, along with Bettie, had finished a session of fucking, sucking and eating each other out. The siblings are cuddling and resting.
Bettie is on a graveyard shift and had to leave around eleven PM. She is preparing to go. The Latina wife would smile lovingly at Lynda and Dale while shuttling back and forth getting ready for work.
"I know," Dale pats Lynda's solid ass, "I want Lara's magnificent legs around me as well." He kisses small forehead saying, "But we must play this slowly."
"Fuck slowly," the horny girl refutes, "we both know she's a bitch in heat right now."
"We still hav'a be patience," Dale cautions, "If she's only a looker an' not a doer, we'll end up with nothin'."
"Damn!" Lynda argues, "She's so fine. I'm really wantin' that ass."
"So do I." Dale reminds, "But she's still our mom's little sister an' we don't know what she'll do if pushed."
"There's only one way to find out," Lynda snickers evilly.
"You're really hot for Lara," Dale leans into Lynda's sweat coated body, "Aren't ya?"
"It's your fault," Lynda quips with a kiss.
"How's that?" Dale kisses back.
"If ya hadn't told me how she played with herself while watchin' Bettie an' I," the lusting sister answers pushing a set of large titties up against her brother's chest, "I wouldn't be so hot to trot."
Dale could tell Lynda is getting turns on just thinking of their gorgeous aunt. Then the same desires are in him as well. They are unconsciously kneading each other's groin areas.
"I'm really ready," she giggles, "to become an aunt eater."
"Well, I feel exactly the same way," Dale agrees kissing Lynda's long neck. "But we should wait."
"I think," Lynda disagrees while kissing a corded neck and pulling a ready body closer, "takin' it slow as passed." A curvy leg is placed over his thigh. A wet pussy is rubbed against a hardening cock. "I think we should be gettin' some of that forty year old ass."
"Ya know," Dale remarks with kisses becoming more passionate, "if we're wrong; we'll never be able to go home again."
"Whatever you two decide," Bettie's voice interjects, "ya better leave a little piece for me."
The young Latina stoops down and kisses Lynda and then her husband good-bye. The sexy raven haired woman heads toward the door.
"If you two aren't here when I return," she calls back, "I'll assume you're next door eatin' some mature pussy."
Bettie disappears out the front door. They hear the car start and then back out of the driveway. The two of them turn the attention back to getting the aunt.
"Fuck waitin'," Lynda repeats placing passionate kisses on his chest, "Let's go for it."
His hand strokes the dancer's thighs. Dale could smell Lynda's cunt. She is hot and ready for action.
"C'mon, Lover," Lynda urges now rubbing a hot cunt on a muscular outer thigh, "Let's get our bitch aunt tonight."
Dale could feel the warm juices of the taboo twat on his flesh. The more they talked about Lara; the more Lynda is getting turned on. The girl is lusting for the sexy aunt at this point.
The idea is affecting him as well. Dale had a cock that the rising with every second. Lara's cunt is his desire as well.
"You're soaked," Dale notes enjoying the feel of Lynda's nectar running down his leg.
"I'm gushin'," the former stripper whispers huskily, "I'm lik'a leaky faucet."
Dale pushes a leg between Lynda's. They then engage in a deep, tongue-searching kiss. The brother's hands roam his sister's shapely ass cheeks.
With tanned arms around his neck, Lynda sucks on his tongue. A wet pussy keeps sliding up and down on the muscular thigh. The trail of juice from a very wet cunt feels good to him.
"Let's expand our lovin' family," Lynda hisses as the frequency of the repetitions against the thigh increases, "Let's fuck Lara tonight."
Lynda's passions for Lara had taken over. She captures a hard cock and strokes it repeatedly. The sensation is nice. It is making the desire to stay practical wan.
"Oh!" Lynda's blue eyes widen," Oh, good fuckin'!" she shows an expression of total surprise. "I'm cummin'!"
Lynda's pelvic gyrations on her brother's thigh had stimulated an oversensitive clit. A quick orgasm rose without warning. She clings to his neck and hangs in his arms.
"Yes, that's it!" Lynda moans with closed eyes, "I'm gonna cum now!"
The grinding of a soaked cunt mound against Dale's thigh increases. Lynda is climaxing. He could feel the engorged clit on his flesh.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Lynda wails in her brother's ear, "I'm cummmin!"
The twisting and humping becomes frenzied. Lynda is spilling fluids from that wet pussy hysterically. Hot breathes rush into his ear as the climax peaks. Then she goes limp like a rag in her brother's arms.
"Just thinkin' of Lara's cunt does that to you?" Dale amazes.
"She just turns me on," Lynda confesses panting. "I want her now!" She pulls back against him. "As a woman, I know when another is in heat." Lynda lustily assures, "Lara, our dear aunt, is ready for a fuck!"
"You really believe that?" Dale quizzes to ensure.
"With all my heart," Lynda insists pulling up next to his neck.
"Then we'll go after her now," Dale decides.
They kiss passionately. A pair of tongues danced. Young bodies crushed together in forbidden desire.
Suddenly Lynda sits up. She rubbernecks the room. Then jumps up.
"I've gotta get something," she announces and heads toward the guest room.
"Say what!?" the puzzled brother yips.
Dale doesn't have to wait long for an answer. Lynda returns with a vibrator. It is long, silver and humming.
