Chapter 9
"We did it!"
Judy leaped out of the chair at the triumphant cry from the back door. The raincoat flapping around her
legs, she sped through the swinging door and collided head-on with Harry Anderson.
"WE DID IT!" he bellowed even louder, bouncing back from her and capering wildly around the
kitchen. He was swinging a small suitcase in wild sweeps that threatened every breakable fixture in the
room.
"Two hundred frigging thousand frigging dollars right here in this suitcase!" he chortled in sanely. "Two
hundred grand! Two hundred super big ones!"
Judy was stunned. Somehow, she had never really contemplated the reality of what they were doing.
For days she had been at the very core of the entire plot, and now it was done, over with. "Are-are you
sure?"
Harry paused in the midst of his wild dance, the suitcase poised overhead in one hand. "Sure? Of course
I'm sure. Right here, right in here, right in this suitcase. I watched your mother leave it right where she
was supposed to leave it. Then I waited until I got the high sign from Paul that the coast was clear,
strolled over and picked it up. Just picked it up, this suitcase, this one, the one right here, with two
hundred thousand bucks in it."
Judy had trouble getting her voice to work well. "Are you-are you sure the money's in there?"
Harry turned pale, and his freckles stood out boldly. "Of course I'm sure," he said in a choked voice. He
lowered the suitcase to the table reverently. "I'll show you."
Before he could open the suitcase the back door banged open, making both him and Judy jump with
shock.
"Is that it?" Paul asked, looking greedily at the suitcase.
"That's it," Harry answered confidently.
"We were just going to open it and make sure," Judy added cautiously.
"What else could it be!" Paul exclaimed. "Come on, open it up."
"Where is it, where is it, where is it," Cynthia babbled, sailing in through the back door, into the kitchen.
"Is that it? Is that it?"
"That's it," Harry repeated.
"HOLD IT!" Mike ordered from the doorway.
"Aw, for the love of ..." Harry complained. "Were any of you followed?"
Mike asked. "If you were, we'll all have to split right away."
"I wasn't," Harry said confidently.
"Neither was I," Cynthia assured him. "I doubled back three times to make sure."
"What about you, Paul?" Mike asked.
"Shit no, I wasn't followed," Paul snapped. "Come on, Harry, open the damn suitcase al ready."
Harry shot Mike a nervous glance, his hand on the latch of the suitcase.
Mike closed the door carefully. "Open it up," he ordered calmly.
There wasn't even the sound of breathing as Harry snapped the latch open. All five held their breath as
they stood around the table. Harry's hands shook as he slowly lifted the lid of the suitcase and folded it
back.
"Jesus Christ!" Paul swore softly.
"Ssheeeeiiit!" Harry wheezed.
"Ooooohhhhhh," Cynthia sighed.
Judy swallowed. Never, in her entire life, had she seen so much money. Neatly stacked in the suitcase
were bundles of fives, tens, and twenties. They were held together with rubber bands. They were not
new. The bills were all old, and worn, just as they had instructed.
"Jesus Christ!" Paul repeated, reaching for one of the bundles. Picking up a stack of twenty-dollar bills,
he fanned through them wonderingly.
Without taking her eyes off the fantastic pile of money, Judy sidled around the table to get a snuggle from
her brother. He put his arm around her. While Paul, Harry and Cynthia pawed through the cash, Judy
and Mike just stared at it. Until this moment it had all seemed like some silly, childish, risky game. But
now, right in front of them, was the end result of all of Judy's days of forced solitude and loneliness.
Right there, being slowly strewn on the table by six pawing hands, was their ticket to escape from their
hated stepfather. Right there was the final insurance that guaranteed a life time of happiness.
"Oh, Michael," Judy purred, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tightly, pressing her soft,
warm, sensuous body against his. Something about the sight of all that money was making her feel all hot
and passionate.
"We did it, Sis, we did it," Mike observed happily. "No more kissing the ass of that tight-fisted Old
Bastard for crummy nickels and dimes. We really pulled it off!"
"Oh, Michael," she repeated huskily. With one hand she unbuttoned the raincoat so she could press
herself still more closely to her brother. His hand slipped under her single garment and stroked and
petted her naked ribs. Spreading her legs, she clasped one of his strong thighs and pressed her hairy
pussy against it. She squirmed, grinding her breasts against his harsh clothes, making her nipples burn
with a delicious pain. Tearing her eyes off the heaps of bills, she planted a series of sucking, hungry
kisses on his throat, up his chin. Reaching his mouth, she plastered her lips on his and bored her tongue
in to lick his teeth, then battle past them and ream his mouth out. One of his hands slipped down and
cupped one of her soft, naked buttocks.
"Let's count it," Cynthia suggested practically, starting to make neat stacks of bills.
"Turn on a light," Paul suggested. "It's getting kind of dark in here."
"NO!" Mike ordered tensely. "No lights. This house is supposed to be empty, stupid."
"Ooops, forgot," Paul admitted. "But you don't need to call me stupid!" he snapped. "And what're you
doing with my girl?"
Mike let go of his sister, but Judy refused to release him. "I'm not your girl anymore," she informed Paul
coldly. "That was settled this afternoon. Remember?"
"What were you doing here?" Mike snapped at Paul.
"Come on, you guys, let's count the money in front of the TV. That'll give us enough light," Harry
suggested.
"What the hell are you doing so lovey-dovey with your sister, Mike?"
Cynthia wanted to know.
"Well, she is my sister," Mike answered illogically on the way out of the kitchen. He had put his arm
back around Judy, but on the outside of the raincoat this time.
"We'll do what we want," Judy insisted, ignoring the way the unbuttoned raincoat flapped open to
expose her.
"Come on, Cynthia, those two are weird," Paul snorted.
"It'll be a pleasure," Cynthia snapped.
In front of the television, Cynthia and Paul sat close together on one side of the suitcase, Mike and Judy
on the other. In the middle, facing the TV and the suitcase, sat Harry.
Deliberately, Judy snuggled close against her brother, nestling under his arm. She rested one band on his
thigh. The raincoat hung open enough to display one of her firm young breasts and one thigh as she sat
with her legs folded under herself. She noticed that Paul, seeing the way she was sitting, drew Cynthia in
against him.
Harry picked up stack after stack of money and riffled through each before setting it to one side or the
other.
Judy let her hand slide up her brother's thigh. She was feeling warmer and sexier every minute. His arm
felt strong and comforting after the endless tension and worry of the last few days. Her fingers found a
solid ridge under his pants and she scratched one nail along it delicately. It responded by swelling and
growing. His arm tightened around her. Turning her back on him slightly, she tugged his hand down over
her shoulder, down to cup her still-covered breast.
Paul and Cynthia glared at Mike and Judy, as Cynthia encouraged Paul to cup and massage one of her
breasts through her clinging black T-shirt.
Judy pinched the hardening shaft of her brother's prick, testing its hardness and steadily in creasing size.
"It all seems to be here," Harry reported, apparently oblivious to what his four compatriots were doing.
"I've got it separated by denomination. The bundles of cash are already counted."
"Let's split it up," Paul suggested. "So Cynthia and I can get the hell out of here?"
"What's your hurry, Paul?" Judy asked nastily. "Got ants in your pants?"
Paul's grip on Cynthia's small breast tightened. "Not for you!"
"Cut it out, you guys," Mike ordered.
"Us! What about you two?" Cynthia retorted.
"I'll make five equal stacks," Harry announced calmly. He began to shift the bundles of money around.
Defiantly, Judy pulled the raincoat back to bare the breast under her brother's hand. His fingers curled
over the soft, exciting mound and her nipple burned against his palm. She noticed how Paul's eyes raked
over her and decided to make her ex-boyfriend really sweat. With an easy shrug, she shed the raincoat.
Abruptly naked, she snuggled next to her brother. His hand was still caressing her bare boob. She
gripped his stiff, hard prick, through his pants.
Cynthia's eyes flashed with anger. Until now she had regarded Mike as hers. Obviously, something had
happened. With his own sister, no less! Well, she decided to just let him see what he was giving up.
Paul would appreciate what she had to offer even if Mike didn't. She let Paul pull her T-shirt up, then
slipped gracefully out of it. Her small, shapely breasts quivered and her pert nipples stiffened quickly.
She tucked herself under Paul's arm as one of his hands found her breasts, brushing from one small, firm
mound to the other, and then back. Reaching over, she found Paul's fly and ran the zipper down. A few
awkward seconds of prying and his cock was free, a hard hot leaping poker. She curled her fingers
around it possessively.
Harry glanced up. His eyes took in both Judy's nudity and Cynthia's topless state. He gulped hard and
his hands shook as he continued dividing up the money. His cock was suddenly uncomfortable in his
pants, causing him to shift and twist awkwardly.
"Aw, shit," Harry swore, "now I lost track."
"Getting too hot for you?" Judy asked him softly.
"No! Of course not," Harry squeaked nervously. "That's good," Judy purred. She was working to free
Mike's cock. After she had, she wrapped her small hand around its huge, warm length.
"Have to start over again," Harry sighed, pushing the stacks of money together. His eyes kept hopping
from Judy's nude body to Cynthia's slender bare torso, then back to the money. A film of sweat gleamed
on his face. His cock was painfully cramped by his tight pants. Finally, the pain got to be too much for
him. Since Paul and Mike both had their cocks out, why shouldn't he? Unzipping his own fly, he freed
his long, skinny prick. It stood out from his lap like a flagpole, its cap looking bluish in the flickering light
from the television.
Judy let her legs slide farther and farther open, to expose the heart of her sex. Her knee nudged Mike's
leg as she slid it outward. Mike let his free hand glide over the soft, satiny skin of the inside of her thigh.
His fingers slid up and down that sleek column, from her knee almost all the way up to her pussy. Every
stroke took his hand closer and closer to her thick bush. Judy shivered with every caress of her sensitive
flesh. Her hips squirmed and shifted restlessly. She wriggled carefully, sliding her buttocks for ward. Her
brother's fingers tickled into her pubic bush, then pressed her labia, seeking, then finding, the oozing slit.
His fingers slipped into her soft, wet folds.
Cynthia's jaw tightened as she watched. Right there in the open Judy was letting her brother feel her up.
Hussy! Well, two could play that game. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite as easy when you were wearing
pant. Awkwardly, Cynthia unfolded her long, graceful legs and unfastened her pants. Squirming them
down under her slender hips, she skinned them down her legs and off. She wasn't wearing any
underpants. She curled her slender, graceful body next to Paul.
Paul didn't need any invitation. He slid his hand up the sleek length of Cynthia's thigh and probed his
fingers into her sparse blonde bush, prying them into her pussy. Cynthia writhed sensuously under his
touch, fire blazing through her as he stimulated her sensitive folds.
Mike turned to his sister, his fingers sunk in her steaming, soaking crotch. The sight of his former girl
friend under Paul's hands made him burn with jealousy. Let her have Paul-Judy was enough woman for
any man.
Judy accepted her brother's kiss with her mouth open and sucking. She drew his tongue in, met it with
her own. Straightening her legs, she spread them wide to open her crotch wide to his exploration, and
everyone else's view. She felt her brother's fingers plunge deep into her vagina. Lying slowly backwards,
she pulled him down with her. Holding his hand in her dripping pussy, with one hand, she unbuckled his
belt, then tugged his trousers down with the other. Hooking her foot in them, she kicked, dragging his
pants and underpants down his legs. He managed to wriggle his feet free of the entanglement while she
was fondling his heavy, swollen cock and warm rounded balls.
Mike was ablaze with lust. Ripping his soaked hand out of his sister's sex, he hurriedly peeled off his
shirt so he would be as naked and wanton as she was. Then he plunged his hand back into her hot, wet
folds. Bowing his head, he closed his lips over one of the hard, hot peaks of her firm young breasts. His
teeth nipped at her nipple while he bathed the rubbery tip with his tongue. She was squeezing his rigid
cock, as if trying to wring the blood from it. The motion triggered a delicious sensual ache deep in his
guts.
Harry's hands shook so hard as he shifted the stacks of money he almost dropped them. He had given
up trying to seriously sort the heap of cash. All he was trying to do now was conceal his increasing
agitation. His whole body was knotted with building lust. The sight of the two beautiful naked girls being
so openly fondled and played with was driving him nuts! Now Mike was naked, too, and Judy had her
small, young hand wrapped around his prick. And Paul was taking all of his clothes off, too! It was
getting to be too much, just a bit too much! Paul and Mike both had women, while Harry was being
forced to sit and watch in frustrated agony.
"C'mon, you guys," he protested.
"Be cool, Harry," Judy purred.
"Be cool!" Harry exploded, dropping his air of nonchalance. "Shit! How can I be cool?"
"Play with yourself," Judy answered.
"Gee, thanks a lot!" he snapped, scattering the money with a sweep of his arm. "Thanks a fucking lot!"
Judy ignored him; Lying on her side, she was pressing the soft, warm, curvy length of her body against
her brother. His flesh was hot and hard against hers. Their legs tangled and meshed so she was able to
grind her pussy against one of his strong thighs. He still had one hand sunk in her dripping folds. She
crushed his fingers into her sex, mangling her vaginal lips and her clitoris into a sticky, oozing mess that
was ablaze with pleasure. She was still clutching his towering, rock-hard phallus, her hand trapped
between her soft belly and his hard one.
Cynthia and Paul were in a wild tangle of arms and legs. Her lush blonde beauty was being explored
intimately by Paul's hands and fingers. He was squeezing her tight buttocks, pressing into the crevice of
her ass, plunging into the sticky swamp of her sex with its thin covering of blonde curls.
Harry was going nuts. His frustration was rising to incredible heights. He knew exactly what was going
to happen, sooner or later, and it looked like it would be sooner. In a few minutes, Cynthia was going to
be flat on her back with Paul's towering cock sunk in her velvety, dripping vagina. She would be
wrapping her lithe arms and legs around him, urging him on with thrusts and heaves of her slender hips.
And Judy would be taking her own brother's cock into her body, letting him drive his phallus straight up
into the core of her sex.
Watching Judy was even worse for Harry than watching Cynthia, because he still remembered the feel of
Judy's soft, curvaceous body under his as he had screwed her on the concrete garage floor. Engraved in
his mind forever was the feel of the velvety walls of her vagina spasming around his stiff, hard prick. And
she had stuck her finger up his ass While he had been plumbing her, pistoning his prick in her sucking,
dripping hole, she had been boring her finger up into his anus.
Harry began tearing off his clothes. He couldn't stand to be sitting there fully clothed while every one else
was stark naked. In a few moments he was as nude as the rest of them, but was still just as frustrated as
he had been.
Paul pressed close to Cynthia as she rolled on her back. For a moment he pushed away from her to
admire the long, lean length of her slender blonde body. Her teeth gleamed between her sensually parted
lips. With one leg bent, her crotch was wide open to him. Her nipples were stiff, demanding points on
the gentle hills of her breasts. Her chest heaved with shaky, lust-wracked breathing.
Cupping one of Cynthia's tight little boobs, Paul moved his sturdy body over her slender one. He settled
between her thighs as she wrapped her long, graceful legs around him. His prick found the nest of her
pussy and he wedged it into her tight hole, then stopped. He glanced over his shoulder.
Judy was on her side, facing Mike. One leg was over his hips, the other crushed under them. Her lush
ass was working in a steady, sexy, rhythmic, fucking motion.
Paul drove his prick into Cynthia Van Camp's willing vagina with a single heave of his hips. Her hot flesh
embraced his cock like a wet, velvet glove. He took his jealous fury with Judy out on the girl under him,
ramming his cock into her as if he wanted to tear her open with it.
"Aaaarrrr," Cynthia wailed. She felt as if she were being shredded by the cock slamming into her. And
she loved it. She clawed at Paul's back, her well-manicured nails tearing at his flesh. She heaved her
slender hips up to meet his brutal drives, urging him to go deeper and harder into her with every drive.
Judy was curled on her side, unmindful of her brother's weight on her thigh. His cock was boring up into
her pussy and she was doing her best to urge him on. She heard an animal cry from Cynthia, from
behind her, which increased her desire to have Mike jam his phallus deeper in her belly. She spurred his
ass with her heels, urging him further into her guts.
Harry's eyes flashed from one fucking couple to the other and back again. He could see Paul's cock
slide out of Cynthia Van Camp's aristocratic crotch, then drive back in. The girl's legs were kicking and
thrashing wildly, her heels either digging into the floor as she heaved her hips up ward, or kicking into
Paul's working ass as she urged him deeper into her. Her long fingers were raising pink welts on his back
as she clawed him.
Judy's ass was toward Harry. Her fleshy moons were quivering with Mike's every drive, clenching and
unclenching as she responded. Harry found something about the sight of those lush fleshy masses and the
deep, dark valley between them incredibly erotic. The shadowed crevice between Judy's ass cheeks
seemed to beckon to him.
He squirmed toward Judy and Mike, not sure exactly what he was going to do. He kicked the bundles
of money blindly aside as he crawled toward the writhing couple. One of the rubber bands broke and
twenty-dollar bills scattered across the floor.
The glare from the television shone down on the orgiastic scene. The news was on. Unseen by any of the
youngsters, a report was being given on Judy's "kidnapping".
Harry squirmed up behind Judy. He had to have his cock in something. He had to plunge his aching
prick into a tight opening-had to fuck something! And there was one obvious, convenient target.
Judy was startled when a hard, skinny body pressed against her back. For a second she was jolted out
of the ecstasy of having Mike's cock in her pussy. Then her pleasure grew even greater, and she felt
more important, more loved than ever. It had to be Harry that was squeezing her against Mike. What
was he going to do back there?
There was a sharp prodding between her buttocks and she jerked with pleasure. The prodding became
a steady pressure, a driving thrust deep in the valley of her ass.
"God," she barked softly from the blast of lust. Something was driving at her anus. The pressure
increased steadily. Right along with it, the pleasure in her guts built and built and built.
Harry's cock slipped down the canyon between the cheeks of Judy's ass and jammed at the bud of her
anus. Her crack was all wet and slippery and sweaty. His prick dug into the knot of her asshole. He
pushed at her, harder and harder and harder, and felt the head of his prick slowly being accepted by the
tight opening. His body knotted with insane lust, he powered his cock harder and harder and harder into
Judy's helpless but not unwilling backside.
Slowly and steadily he felt his prick going into the tight, delicious, shitty orifice.
Judy fought to spread the cheeks of her ass somehow, and decrease the resistance of her anal sphincter.
The tight ring dilated a fraction of an inch at a time as Harry wedged the head of his prick into her. As
her opening grew, so did her pleasure. Her vagina was stuffed with her brother's cock, and now a
second phallus was being slowly driven up her ass.
"Aaaawww," she growled as she felt her body being invaded by two masculine organs.
Mike wasn't moving. He had been jolted by Harry suddenly joining them. With his cock fully sunk in
Judy's belly, Mike waited to see what was happening. There was a strange, in creasing pressure at the
base of his cock where it vanished into Judy's vagina. Her hole, and his prick in it, were being squeezed
tighter and tighter. What was Harry doing?
Judy's ass was ablaze with searing pain and equally searing pleasure. The muscle was being stretched
thinner and thinner and thinner by Harry's relentless thrust. There was a sliding snapping feeling that sent
a convulsive jolt through Judy-the head of Harry's cock had slipped past her resisting, gripping anal ring.
"Aw-aw-aww, I'm so full," she groaned. "Awww, Jesus, aww, more-more."
Harry obliged by drilling his prick steadily deeper into her tight asshole, shoving upward into her rectum,
feeling the greasy walls of her bowel gliding past the head of his cock. It was tighter and drier than any
vagina, burning his prick with an unholy fire as he powered it deep into her guts. He gripped Judy's soft
waist with his strong, lean fingers and rammed his long prick straight up into her butt.
Mike couldn't believe what was being done to his prick. It was being steadily squeezed, the pressure
moving from the base toward the tip. Harry's cock was pressing the thin wall of flesh between rectum
and vagina up against his phallus, making the opening he was in almost as tight as the one Harry was
using. Experimentally, Mike drew his cock out and thrust it back in. The friction between his flesh and
the slick constricted walls of Judy's pussy was unbelievable.
While Harry was still drilling his cock up into Judy's anus, Mike began to piston his prick in and out of
her vagina. Harry increased his thrust when he felt the weird, shifting, gripping, changing pressure against
his organ. He slammed his cock the rest of the way up into Judy's ass, his hips jamming against the soft
cushions of her buttocks.
"UUUhhhhffff," Judy grunted. She felt as if she was going to open up in a bloody split from bottom to
top she was so full of cock.
Mike drew his shaft out almost all the way, then rammed it back in abruptly. His pubic bone cracked
down on Judy's clit. The tightness of Judy's vagina made the blood roar in his ears. A pool of fire was
forming in his guts.
Harry drew his cock out of the tight, gripping orifice of Judy's anus, then rammed it back in, feeling her
velvety, greasy walls clinging to his pistoning tower. His balls knotted, up tight against his body.
Judy felt absolutely fabulous. First Mike would draw out then drive in, then Harry. The thin barrier
separating her two openings was twisted by every thrust. Her clitoris was a searing, battered knot of
pleasure. She writhed happily, mindlessly, on the two towers jamming into her.
Like a well-drilled team, Harry and Mike were pumping in the helpless girl, alternating their strokes, one
drawing out as the other thrust in ward. They could each feel the other's prick through the thin,
stretching, yielding wall separating them.
"AAaww-awww-I'm cumming. Aww, shit! Awwwwshit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm
cuuummmmiinnnggggg." Judy's words trailed off into a senseless bellow of pure pleasure as she thrashed
between the two male bodies. She wanted to arch to get more of Mike's cock in her vagina, and hunch
over to get more of Harry's in her butt. Because she couldn't do both, she quivered mindlessly.
The ball of fire in Mike's groin erupted the length of his cock, a searing spear of flaming pleasure roaring
through the pinched channel of his prick. His body heaved as he filled his sister's belly with his cum. He
felt Harry's prick convulsing and pumping in her rectum.
Harry was hosing down Judy's bowels with his sperm. Where the base of his prick was tightly gripped
by her anal sphincter there was a ring of fire. The convulsing of Mike's cock kept his own orgasm going
and going and going until his groin was in aching agony, trying to pump semen that was no longer
available.
Judy's entire body was an excruciating knot of pleasure. She had felt them both cumming in her, front
and back, and her own climax had surged a few notches higher.
With a final quiver of delicious exhaustion, Judy's muscles went limp. She crapped out the cock in her
ass as it softened, and felt Mike pull his prick out of her drowned vagina. Freed from them both, she
rolled slowly over on her stomach, her legs spread wide to let cooling air comfort her seared crotch. She
lay panting in the midst of the scattered cash from the ransom.
The crash of the front and back doors opening simultaneously sounded like twin bomb blasts in the small
house. The five naked teenagers lurched under the blasting impact of the crash of splintering wood. All
of them squirmed and twisted as they tried to get to their feet.
"Jesus H. Christ!" the cop standing in the front door swore. His gun waved vaguely to cover the five
naked bodies in front of him. Scattered around them, even sticking to the backside of one of the girls,
was an incredible quantity of money.
A bigger, burlier, older cop calmly shoved the younger one aside. Evidently he had seen stranger sights
than this in his long career as a policeman. He let his eyes roam slowly over the gathering, lingering long
on Judy's and Cynthia's nude beauty.
"You're all under arrest," he announced. "On a charge of extortion."
"Awww, shit!" Mike groaned.
Misery tore through Judy. With a wail, she turned to her brother and burst into tears as she threw herself
into his arms. The police gently, but firmly, pulled her away from him, covered her with the raincoat, and
hustled her out to a waiting patrol car.
The last time Judy saw her brother was after the hearings. He cast one despairing glance at her as he
was taken away to jail. Then a matron took her arm and she herself was led away, tears streaming down
her face.
The End