jens Teen Models

Melinda Robles swung into her parking spot with a flourish, nearly taking out her neighbor’s side mirror with her reckless driving. Unapologetic, she didn’t even bother to back up and correct her late model Accord, and instead left it parked so awkwardly that the elderly Mrs. Mathers would have to climb in through the passenger side the next time she wanted to drive anywhere. Melinda didn’t care; the old lady was a bitch anyway, with her constant complaints to the complex manager whenever Melinda had her stereo turned up too loud.

As a matter of fact, Melinda was in such a foul mood at that point that part of her was hoping that the old hag would dare step in front of her with some kind of accusation. Since it was past eleven at night, however, she knew it was well past the old lady’s bedtime. The twenty year old looker was pissed and ready to blow up, having waited over an hour for her boyfriend Matt to pick her up after work, only to have the asshole not show up again, the third time in the last two weeks that he’d left her waiting. After the night she’d had so far, she’d been really looking forward to seeing him.

You see, Melinda worked as an exotic dancer at Pistol Pete’s, a downtown strip club that catered to some of the wealthiest businessmen in the city. She danced under the name of Mercedes, and with her voluptuous J-Lo type figure, full C-cup breasts, thick waist and even thicker hips, had become one of the most popular strippers in the club. As if that wasn’t enough, she had a set of hazel-green eyes, full lips, and jet black hair that hung halfway down her back; more than enough to captivate the attention of every man, and even most of the women, that walked in through the club’s double doors.

That night, on an otherwise ordinary Wednesday night, she’d walked out with nearly six hundred dollars worth of tips, courtesy of a trio of gentlemen who had repeatedly asked for private dances in the secluded couches situated towards the back of the club. One of those men in particular, a blond haired, blue eyed stud, had excited her so much that she allowed him to fondle her while she gyrated and writhed her body against his, even though it was forbidden by the club’s rules. ‘You can look, but you can’t touch’ read the many signs posted throughout the establishment, but that sweet smile of his had melted through her resolve like a hot knife through butter, and once he’d penetrated her cunt with his fingers, she’d bucked and moaned herself into a good, long orgasm. She might have fucked him right then and there, except that tattle-telling bitch Kitty had just walked in with another customer. As a result, she left the club feeling horny as hell, and cursing her boyfriend Matt the entire drive home for not showing up when she needed him the most.

Melinda paused to check her mailbox, finding only a handful of credit card bills, then sauntered around the centralized pool on the way to her apartment, disappointed that none of her male neighbor’s were around to check out her big ass, and possibly, get invited inside for some late night nookie.

She halted a few feet from her front door, surprised to see that her living room light was on, and that she could hear the noise from her TV. The only person who had keys to her place was her, and cautiously, Melinda unlocked the door and stepped inside. Her nineteen year old brother, Pablo Junior, was laying on the couch, his back to her and typically, watching some car chase movie. Her anger returning in a flash, she flung the door and slammed it shut.

Pablo jumped to his feet. “Shit, sis! You just scared the fuck out of me!” He shouted.

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” Melinda shouted back, stalking to the nearby coffee table to deposit her mail and purse. “How the hell did you get in here?”

Pablo relaxed, sprawling back onto the couch. “I jumped the back wall, and then I used my license to open the latch on the sliding door.”

“That’s breaking and entering, you asshole.” She shook her head, walking towards her small kitchen for a drink. “When did you get out, anyway?”

“Today.” Pablo replied, his attention still glued to the flat screen. “I sent mom a letter, but I guess she never got it, otherwise she woulda told you. I had to take the bus from jail, and this is the nearest it stopped to home.”

Melinda grabbed a wine cooler from the fridge, slowly making her way back to the living room. Her brother had been locked up for the past four and a half months, and she really couldn’t say she was glad to see him, since right before he’d been busted, he’d been stealing the family’s valuables; her father’s tools, her mother’s jewelry, etc., to support his drug habit. Determined, she walked right up to him, placing herself between his line of vision and the TV. “Listen, you little shit. Nothing, and I mean nothing, better be missing from my apartment when you leave from here.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not gonna steal anything! I’m clean!” He cried out, his feelings obviously hurt. “I just wanted a place to crash for the night.”

Melinda looked him up and down suspiciously. He was wearing white sneakers, blue jeans, and a white tee, his usual attire, but something was different about him, and it took her a few moments to realize what it was. “Hey, you don’t look as scrawny as you used to.”

“That’s cause I’m not.” Pablo held up an arm and flexed a muscular bicep. “I been working out, a hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, every single day.”

“Bullshit.” Melinda countered, taking a deep swig from her drink.

“Naw, really.” Her brother insisted. “I was bustin’ my ass in the clink.”

“You mean you were getting your ass busted.”

“You’re funny.” Pablo grimaced. “Ain’t nobody busted my ass. I woulda killed them.”

Melinda quickly finished off her drink, and was soon heading back to the kitchen for a second. “You want a cooler?”

“Naw, but I’ll take something stronger if you’ve got it.” Pablo nodded.

“I’ll get you a beer.” Melinda walked back towards the kitchen, feeling her brother’s gaze on her the entire way. He probably couldn’t help it, she thought, with more than a small amount of conceit, since she was probably the best thing he’d lain eyes on in the last five months, if not ever. And she did dress quite provocatively, even when off duty, as evidenced by the tight blouse and even tighter jeans she currently had on.

As horny as she was feeling, Melinda mischievously thought about teasing her brother, and as she made her way back to the living room with half a six-pack in tow, a plan of attack was already forming in her mind. “Here, you shit.” She tossed the cans on his lap, and threw herself on the opposite side of the couch he was sitting on.

Greedily, Pablo tore the first can from its plastic handcuff, and snapped it open. He took a huge swig, gulping down the alcohol as fast as his throat would allow, and finally, with three quarters gone, he paused for a break. “Damn, that sure hit the spot.” He said, finishing off the can. “You don’t know how long I’ve been craving a beer. I mean, you just don’t know.”

Melinda giggled, taking a drink from her own wine cooler, casually turning her attention towards the blaring screen. “So, what are you watching?”

“Some cop movie.” Pablo replied. “I’ve seen it before, but not since, you know, I got locked up.”

“Were you lonely in jail?”

“Aw, hell yeah.” Her brother answered. “I mean, there were a couple of guys from the neighborhood in the clink with me, but it’s not the same like being home. I couldn’t do what I wanted, when I wanted, cuz they’ve got us all on the same fucking schedule. I couldn’t even use the free weights, cuz the bigger fools were always there. That’s why I started doing push-ups.”

“Did you see any women in there?”

“Sheeeet.” Pablo shook his head. “Just two ugly ass female guards. I wouldn’t have fucked them with a ten foot pole.”

“I bet all the boys were after you, huh?”

“Fuck you, sis.” He replied, bowing his head reflectively. “It’s a good thing Dad taught me how to box. I got in some real scraps early on, before those fools figured out I was no easy piece of meat.”

“Aw, poor baby.” Melinda pouted.

Pablo glared back at her. “You know, sometimes you can be a real bitch.”

Melinda knew she had gotten on his nerves, and while her intentions to taunt him went away, her ever-present arousal hadn’t. She’d tease him just a little, she decided. “So, what you’re saying is that you haven’t seen a good looking woman in almost half a year?”

Ignoring the question, her irritated brother kept his attention on the television.

Not to be outdone, Melinda stood up and pulled her blouse over her head. Once she’d gotten her hair out of the shirt, her full breasts were revealed, cupped nicely by the expensive black lace bra her boyfriend had given her just a few weeks ago. “You haven’t seen anything like this in a while, huh?”

Pablo tried to ignore her chest, but his eyes kept returning to the enticing cleavage. “Sis, what are you doing?”

Melinda’s answer was to walk over in front of where Pablo sat, swing her long hair over her shoulder, and bend over at the waist. Gripping the back and side of the couch, her boobs swung forward in their cups, hanging only a few inches from Pablo’s face.

“What are you doing?” He said, nervously.

“Just showing you what you’ve been missing.” She purred back, making no move to back away just yet. “I dare you to touch them.”

“What?”

“I said touch them.” She repeated, feeling herself getting moist. “Come on, don’t be afraid.”

Pablo stared at the lovely set of globes before him. “I can’t, you’re my sister!”

“I knew it.” She teased, gently swaying her body forward to bring her breasts even closer to him. “You got fucked in the ass, and now you have no clue what to do with a real woman.”

“Bitch!” Pablo said as he glared into her eyes. His hands moved quickly, reaching up to encircle her breasts and fondle them aggressively. “How’s that? You like that?”

Melinda shuddered at her brother’s rough touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. It felt so good, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away.

Pablo’s rough hands tugged up at her bra, her sizeable breasts dropping down like ripe oranges. “You want me to suck them, too? Alright, I’ll do that.” The young man crammed his face into her cleavage, nibbling away at the sweet swells until his teeth found a nipple. This he encircled with his tongue, lashing away at it, shoving it inwards, then gripping it with his teeth as it bounced back to meet him.

“Ah, ah, oooooohhhh!” A strong shudder coursed through Melinda’s body, and as her eyes shut and her teeth ground together, her grip on the couch intensified. “Mmmmmm!”

Pablo’s hands were still groping their way around her back, where they found the clasps of her bra. Clumsily, he unfastened the hooks, and pulled the thin piece of fabric away, tossing the lingerie into the farthest corner of the room. As his mouth worked her front relentlessly, his hands kept probing down her lower back, running over the fabric of her jeans and grabbing at her pronounced butt. “Damn, sis, you’ve got a great ass!”

Upon hearing the remark, Melinda straightened up. She should stop this, she told herself, she should walk away before things got out of hand. Biting at her lower lip, Melinda glanced down at her brother, who had stopped his own actions when she’d stood up.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Pablo started. “You started it, remember?”

She certainly had, Melinda thought to herself. And now, with her entire body excited and wet with anticipation, she had nobody around to help her get her rocks off.

“Now who can’t hang?” Pablo smugly smiled at her. “You’re all hot and bothered, huh?”

“You son of a bitch.” She cursed. “You think you’re a real hot shot, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Pablo replied, leaning forward. Even as Melinda took a quick step backward, he pulled his shirt off, revealing his chiseled upper body. His chest and arms were taut and well defined, and his sexy abs were ridged just the way Melinda’s boyfriend’s were. “I don’t think I’ll have a problem with the ladies.”

Melinda could only stare at his newly acquired muscles.

“You’re starting to drool, sis.”

“Fuck you.” Melinda spat back. “I bet the rest of you isn’t worth bragging about! How about showing me what else you got?”

“Are you serious?” Pablo asked, sounding puzzled. “You want me to take off my pants?”

Bare-chested and defiant, Melinda put her hands up to her hips. “I dare you.”

Pablo looked dumbfounded, but only for a moment. He kicked off his sneakers, then undid his zipper and raised his lower body off the couch. As he was shucking off his jeans, his hard cock peeked out from his boxers, promptly him to quickly pause and rein it in. Clumsily he finished, stepping on the pants until they freed his legs.

Melinda was not impressed. “Your underwear too. Take it off.”

As Pablo was half expecting to hear her say that, he hooked his fingers around the waistline of his boxers, and smoothly slid them off, tossing them next to his abandoned jeans. Once he’d pulled his socks off, he was completely nude, and confidently he leaned back on the couch and placed his hands behind his head. His thick cock was at full mast, standing straight up like a rocket and drawing Melinda in for a closer look.

“It’s gotta be seven inches long.” She mused to herself. “And as thick as a security flashlight.” Dropping down on her knees, Melinda gazed at the quivering member, then down at the full and hairy balls below. Inside, she began tremble.

“Touch it, I dare you.” Pablo taunted, the smirk returning to his lips.

His sister needed no further prodding, as she brought both her hands up to grip the meaty stick. Using her fingers, she quickly measured its length. “A little over seven inches.” She murmured, her mind swirling with incestuous thoughts. “It’s as big as my boyfriend’s.”

“Too bad he ain’t here, huh?”

Instinctively, Melinda began pulling up and down on the rod, when Pablo clasped one of her wrists with his stronger hands. “Wait a minute. I’m fucking naked here, and you’ve still got your pants on. How about it?”

“Alright.” Melinda replied, releasing her hold and standing up. “I’ll give you a show, on the house.” With that, she stepped away to turn off her TV, walking over to her stereo system. A click of the power button later, and an erotic mix of house music started blaring out of her large speaker cabinets. As moans and grunts and booming beats filled the room, Melinda remembered the annoying Ms. Mathers, and adjusted the volume level downwards. She pranced over to turn on her rotating light device, and once she’d turned off the living room and kitchen lights, successfully turned the atmosphere into that of a bumping disco club. Finally, she came to a stop right in front of the couch, and right in front of her anxious brother.

As if she were dancing in the strip joint, Melinda took an extended dramatic pause, mentally matching her routine to the steady drum beats. She began slowly, gyrating her hips, running her hands from her legs up to her sides and back again. Melinda mentally transformed herself into her onstage persona, the sexy and haughty Mercedes, swaying her thick hips in tune with the music, bringing her hands up to cup her breasts and leaning forward to blow soft kisses at her mesmerized prey. With a quick flick of the wrist, she unfastened the top button on her jeans, running her fingers along her waist, and then plunging them into her pants. Withdrawing the hand, she slowly pulled down at her zipper, revealing her lacy black thong panties and again running her hand down towards her moist privates.

She turned her back on her brother, spreading her legs slightly, both hands gliding back and forth across her thick ass, her swaying hips drawing her closer and closer to the young man watching excitedly on the couch. Reaching down all the way to the floor, Melinda/Mercedes reached for her shoelaces, rapidly untying and stepping out of her sneakers, then slowly brought her hands up the sides of her legs as she straightened up. She reached for the waistband of her jeans, again leaning forward at the waist, her pants dropping slowly and seductively to the floor, her legs drawing together just long enough to leave the jeans behind. With the palms of her hands resting on her plush carpet, and her legs straight, her juicy and meaty ass was on full display, its tanned and firm skin broken only by the thin black fabric of her thong. Behind her, Pablo gasped, and like the handsome blond customer had earlier that evening, helplessly reached out to cop a feel, only to have Melinda/Mercedes quickly slap away at the offending hand and continue on with her dance sequence.

The seductive dancer faced him, slowly undulating herself onto Pablo’s lap, pressing his hard-on between both of their tight abdomens, and causing the captive penis to quiver between the rising tension of their bodies. Wherever their skin touched, sharp pinpricks of pleasure erupted, and as Melinda brought her upper body against his, rising and rubbing against his chest and head, she could feel her brother’s tongue darting out and leaving soft trails of saliva against her skin. She shuddered as his tongue flicked across her waist, but when he dared bring his hands against her thighs, she subconsciously recalled the club rules.

“No touching.” Melinda murmured softly, still caught up in the fantasy that she was dancing at the club. Gently holding both of Pablo’s wrists, she brought his arms up and stretched them against the top of the couch, then pinned his head back with her chest, which he proceeded to nibble and snuggle against. Her breasts felt as if they were on fire, and as she brought herself down against his lap, she began reaching out with her own tongue, circling about her brother’s ear, then down the side of his neck and across his shoulder, and once she’d scooted herself a few inches back, down the front of his muscular chest. She knew how her boyfriend liked to be played with, with her tongue running in long streaks across his chest, but always coming to rest on his hardened nipples, and this she repeated for the benefit of her brother. The subsequent moans confirmed to her that she had been right.

Melinda released her brother’s arms and ran her hands down his bare chest. Smoothly, gracefully, she drew her legs from his lap and settled them onto the floor, her lips continuing their descent from Pablo’s chest down to the ridges of his stomach and her soft fingers wrapping themselves around the sturdy fuck stick rising from his crotch. “You know,” she whispered between her tongue forays. “I can place an entire stick of celery in my mouth.”

Earlier, the stranger at the club had only grunted dreamily at the revelation, but as the words reached Pablo’s ears, he issued a very different response. “Bullshit.”

Spurred on by the challenge, Melinda/Mercedes dropped her head down on the long cock, engulfing it and squeezing it between her soft lips. She used her mouth to move Pablo’s cock in a small circle, working more and more of the length in, until finally she had to readjust herself on the floor to give her a better angle. Lower and lower she went, until his entire seven plus inches had disappeared into her throat, and his wiry pubic hair began tickling at her nose.

“Damn, sis.” Pablo muttered, bringing his hands down to her shoulders, only to have her slap them away once again.

Melinda released the throbbing member, sucking away at the head before letting go, then pushed at it with her tongue until she could get under it. She ran her teeth and lips down its length, then found the hairy sack below and started another tongue lashing attack. Pablo’s balls took turns in her moist mouth, and it was all he could do keep himself from screaming by gritting his teeth together and clutching the couch cushions in a death grip. After a few minutes, his sister’s attention returned to his shaft, her tongue flicking and licking up its height until it reached a roaring crescendo up top.

“Oh fuck, sis!” Pablo groaned out loud, as she started bobbing up and down on his dick, taking in nearly the entire length every time.

He was getting ready to pop, Melinda knew, keeping up a steady rhythm to match the strong bass from the stereo. But she wasn’t about to let him get off by himself, not after the night she’d gone through. Without interrupting her motion, she brought her arms down to her sides and yanked down at her panties. Brother or not, she was going to fuck somebody that night. Her blow job brought him right up to the edge, and it was at that precise moment that she released him and started to get to her feet.

“Damn, sis. Why’d you stop?”

She straddled him again, grabbing at his wet cock and directing it between her legs.

All at once, Pablo was in shock. “Hey, we can’t go all the way! You’re my sister! What if you get pregnant or something?”

“Shut up.” Melinda snapped, using her free hand to shove him back on the couch. “I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing it for me!”

Holding his meaty rod steady, Melinda repositioned herself and dropped her moist cunt down on it, releasing a long moan of pent up frustration. “Finally.” She sighed, the skin from her thighs pinching against Pablo’s legs. “Come on, scoot up a little.”

Pablo was still on the verge of protesting, but Melinda held a hand up to cover his mouth. “Just shut up and enjoy it.” She warned him, riding the full length of his cock until he just leaned back and closed his eyes in ecstasy.

Being a full time dancer had its advantages, she knew, the main one being that she was in great physical shape. On top of that, she regularly used dildos to exercise her pussy, contracting and strengthening her muscles to the point where she could prolong or hasten her partner’s orgasms for as long as she wished. This skill she was using on Pablo, tightening her hot cunt around his pole to bring him up to the point of climax, then releasing him until the feeling subsided, then starting the action all over again.

“Oh shit, that feels good.” Pablo writhed below her, and this time, when he brought his hands up against her body, she didn’t scold him. Seizing the chance, Pablo reached around to grab his sister’s incredible ass, and this in turn caused her to start riding him in earnest.

“You’ve never had pussy this good, have you?” Melinda wickedly asked him, her voice coming out in short squeaks every so often. “Say it! This is the best pussy you’ve ever had!”

“Shit yeah!” Pablo groaned, his hands tightly gripping her ass. All of a sudden, Melinda squeezed her cunt, gripping Pablo’s cock even better than he could himself. The young man’s body tensed up, and he thrust his hips upward just as the hot juices began to explode from his member. “Oh, yeah, baby! That’s it right there!”

Melinda’s pussy relaxed, then tightened itself around his cock once more, causing Pablo to break into strong shudders and shake with the best orgasm he’d ever had. He gripped her ass even tighter, prompting his sister to start riding him again.

“This bitch just gave you the ride of you life!” Melinda was almost shouting down at him. “Isn’t that right?” She insisted. “Say it, motherfucker!” Suddenly, she slapped him hard across the face. “I said, say it!”

“What the hell are you doing?” Pablo asked, looking up just in time to stop her from delivering a second slap. His anger rising, Pablo grabbed her by both wrists and forced her onto the couch beside him. Melinda lashed out as she went down, scratching one of his wrists, and quickly, he shoved her face first into the cushions and brought his entire weight down on her lower back. “That hurt! What the hell are you tripping on, anyway?” With her arms still thrashing about, Pablo seized her by the wrists and positioned himself behind her, his legs pinning hers to the floor, and his stomach doubling hers over the edge of the couch. His cock was rubbing against her ass now, and although he tried to ignore it, Pablo discovered he was getting excited again.

“This is how they had you in prison, isn’t it?” She screamed back at him. “Right before they fucked you in the ass!”

Enough was enough, Pablo thought, holding both of her wrists with one hand. His free hand went to his hardening cock, which he rubbed back and forth across her moist opening. “You want some more of this, right? That’s why you’re acting all crazy.” He forced his rod inside her, shoving her head into the cushions even as she gasped at the intrusion. Smoothly, he began to stroke it in and out.

“Yes, yes.” Melinda moaned, bucking her hips back to meet his thrusts. Her thick ass started wiggling side to side, and after a few moments, Pablo simply leaned back and let her do all the work herself. She began gyrating her butt in circles, pulling and yanking his cock to all angles, her movements become more and more frenzied and soon matched by her increasing pants of ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Pablo reached up past her waist and forced his hands between her body and the couch, kneading his fingers about until they locked themselves around her gorgeous breasts.

Melinda responded by burying her head into a cushion and digging her nails into the couch fabric. “Oh shit, I’m almost there!” She cried out, her ass revolving like a runaway washing machine, her breaths coming out as short hisses. “Oh shit! Oh shit!” All at once, she halted, releasing a loud gasp that might have woken up everybody in the complex.

Pablo took his cue, plunging his cock up to the hilt, pounding away at his sister’s cunt like a madman. His repeated thrusts were answered by even more gasps, and this time, Melinda could do no more than shudder and endure his relentless assault. He found himself gritting his teeth as he came closer and closer to another climax, and his vigor only increased as his sister’s gasps became short squeaks of excitement. Pablo drove himself in one last time, grabbing Melinda by the shoulders and impaling her with his tool, then he reached his own climax, withdrawing his cock and shooting spurts of cum all over her ass and legs.

Pablo felt his energies wither and collapsed over his sister’s bent form, planting several soft bites on her upper back and shoulders. Brushing away her long hair with his face, his mouth continued its sensual journey up her neck and finally halted on her exposed ear. Sucking and nibbling on her lobe, penetrating her ear with his tongue, he didn’t stop until he heard her soft whimpers and another subtler wave of shudders course across her back. Melinda pulled her head away, gently shoving him back, and Pablo, with his dick limp and tired, quietly rolled away and drew himself back onto the couch.

Melinda kept her face hidden for a few minutes, then lifted head to glance over at her brother. She did not look at all pleased.

“What?” Pablo asked.

“What we just did, it was completely wrong.”

“Yeah, I know. It didn’t stop either one of us from doing it though.”

“No, I mean it.” She persisted, leaning back on her legs. “It was totally wrong, and it was all your fault. If you hadn’t shown up here tonight, none of this would have happened.”

“Come on, sis.” Pablo replied, sitting up. “You wanted it as much as I did.”

“No, you knew it was wrong, and you still went and did it.” She argued, turning back to snatch up the nearest of her clothing. “You straight broke into my apartment, and… and you forced me to do it. You raped me.”

“What are you talking about? You started it, remember?”

“You’re disgusting. Get out of my house.” She said, no longer even looking in his direction. “If you don’t leave right now, I’m calling the police.”

“Are you serious?”

“Hell yeah, I’m serious.”

“You’re not going to let me spend the night?” Pablo asked, totally confused.

“Well, can you at least give me a few bucks to catch the bus?”

“Just get out.” Melinda muttered angrily, making her way towards the apartment’s single bedroom. “If you’re still here after I come out of the shower, I’m calling the police.” She disappeared into the dark hallway, and a few moments later, the bedroom door slammed shut.

“Whatever.” Pablo muttered to himself, picking up his own attire. He had nowhere to spend the night, and the bus back home wouldn’t be running until nine the next morning. He had his check from prison on him, but the banks had already shut down when he’d arrived in town.

“Dumb bipolar bitch.” The young man mumbled dejectedly, slowly dressing and making his way to the front door. He didn’t know exactly why she’d flipped out, but he did know one thing; he was not heading back to jail anytime soon. Shaking his head, Pablo unbolted the door and stepped out, not bothering to shut it behind him.

Tags: erotic stories //