Incest Amy's College Pussy

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As wrong as it felt, I couldn't stop my cock from getting hard over the idea. The lack of pussy in my life didn't help. I didn't believe her, of course, not for a single second. She was fucking around with me and doing a damn good job at getting inside my head. "Except you're not being serious."

"You don't know that. I happen to love sucking dick. Like, a lot. Like, too much."

"Uh-huh," I said, keeping my eyes on the road and ignoring the hard-on inside my shorts. What the hell was wrong with her? Despite my hard-on, I think I did a good job at maintaining my composure.

"And I always swallow."

A brief image of my sister's mouth wrapped around a big cock as cum leaked from her lips flashed into my head. I dismissed the idea as quickly as it had arrived. I knew she was just fucking around, but my body couldn't tell the difference. My cock believed every word she said whether she was being funny, sarcastic, or just goofing around. What the hell, she wasn't the only one who could play stupid games. "Which do you like better - fucking or sucking?"

"Gosh, that's tough," she said, glancing out the window at nothing more interesting than more farmland. "I guess sucking because I can do it anywhere." She giggled. "And, I'm really, really good at it."

"Oh yeah?" What makes you think you're so good at it?"

Staring at the side of my head, she made that very special kind of request that precedes the best confessions, "Promise you won't tell any, not ever?"

I laughed. "I don't think I'll go around bragging about my little sister's ability to give head."

She laughed before confessing, "I just love everything about doing it. The taste. The smell. The feel of having a nice, hard one inside my lips, all of it!"

My current condition didn't need her graphic description.

"Last summer, I used to do it at work."

"What? How? And to who?" I knew that last summer she had a job at a nearby outlet mall selling clothes. How would she suck cock at work?

She giggled. "We'd go out to my car during my break, I would just do it, and then we'd go back to work."

"And who was the lucky guy?"

"Mr. None-of-your-business."