Introduction
Rebellion against authority and established practices accompanies youth as closely as smoke
accompanies fire. There has never been a time when young people did not question the practices of their
elders.
Perhaps this tendency toward rebellion is a trait vital to the survival of the race of man. It is society's
version of nature's unending experimentation with biological evolution. Each generation faces new
problems and must find new solutions. To do this, they must indulge in a trial and error search.
Some rebellions are stronger than others. They may range from the peaceful slovenliness of the "flower
children" of the mid-1960s to the vicious orgy of destruction of the 1968 Chicago Democratic National
Convention. Rebellion may range in scope from a national movement embracing thousands, to the
running away from home by a single dissatisfied youngster who is protesting a parental curfew.
The form the rebellion takes, and the violence of it, may well depend on the target of that rebel lion. For
many parents, it is no more than an unpleasant argument at the dinner table. For others, it may mean
broken furniture or death. The scope depends not only on the child rebelling, but also on the way his
parents react to him.
The danger in the rebellion of youth is that they may rebel against the very rules and regulations that are
required for the survival of society. There is as much value in the experience that age acquires as there is
in the willingness of youth to experiment.
The sexual revolution provides a case in point of the dangers of blind rebellion. For example, many
authorities say, that the family is dead. There are those who claim that monogamy is not a valid way of
life. And, for many young people today, premarital sex and even a communal life style is not only
acceptable, but also desirable. But, nevertheless, there are sexual taboos that even they dare not violate.
There must be some bounds beyond which they cannot venture with out bringing down the full wrath of
a threatened society on their heads.
This book is a study of what can happen to a group of youngsters who venture too far outside the
acceptable limits of rebellion. It illustrates the danger of rebellion that is not kept within limits by moral
judgments and commitments.
What happens when five teenagers, not given a strong moral framework to build on, strike out against
their parents? What happens when the target of their rebellion drives them to criminal extremes?
When the materialistic nature of our society combines with the sexual revolution, sometimes all the
barriers go down. Sometimes all the rational limits are lost. In their willingness to risk everything to
change their own life styles, these youngsters violate not only written law, but also one of the most
fundamental sexual taboos in our society.
In some societies, incest was not only an acceptable fact of life, but also a necessity. In ancient Egypt,
for example, royal brothers married royal sisters to keep the blood of the Pharaohs untainted. It was
also one method of discouraging vicious sibling conflict for the throne.
But today, incest is the one sexual taboo that cannot be lightly broken by anyone. It is totally
unacceptable in this country for brother and sister to live as husband and wife.
This striking literary work traces the history of a youthful rebellion and a criminal conspiracy from its
dramatic beginning to its inevitable conclusion. Lashing out at a despised stepfather, a brother and sister
discover each other in the process. Trapped not only in a doomed criminal act, but also in the web of
their own desire, they discover ecstasy and agony in their forbidden love.
The author pulls no punches in this story of today's youth. With unrelenting candor, from the opening
chapter to the dramatic conclusion, he strips bare the heart of a youthful lifestyle which is shocking in its
frank acceptance of sexual experimentation. In tracing the evolution of the criminal conspiracy, and the
incestuous love affair, he uses the frequently shocking language with which a story of this kind must he
told
Erotic story - Hungry For Sister by Michael Rennie
Re: Erotic story - Hungry For Sister by Michael Rennie
Chapter 1
Judy Wright spread her graceful young thighs wide. As Paul Cooper settled his sturdy hips between her
thighs she tangled her fingers in his shaggy, curly blond hair. She felt the head of his cock nestle between
the pouting lips of her pussy, felt her firm young breasts mash flat against his muscular chest. Her nipples
were hard pebble-like lumps between them as his weight drove the wind from her lungs.
At the first thrust of Paul's hips, Judy lifted her pelvis in response. She felt the bulbous head of his
engorged prick enter her crevice, prying into the wet, slick, hot folds of her sex. She wanted him, all of
him, sunk in the steaming well of her hot young vagina. Clutching him, digging her fingers into his
muscular back, she lifted and squirmed, trying to skewer herself on the meaty shaft of his phallus.
In response, Paul shoved at her and felt her searing, soggy folds engulf his prick, clinging lovingly to his
hard cock. He savored the feel of her oozing flesh sliding against the sensitive glans of his penis. She was
hot and tight and wet and ready, as eager to have him as he was to have her.
Her eyes closed, Judy concentrated on the feel of her sixteen-year-old channel being filled with Paul's
heavy, hot, blood-engorged pole. She frowned as a face with brown eyes, a lopsided, daring smile,
framed with dark, curly brown hair, flickered across her memory. Even here, right now, with Paul's hot
young cock jamming into her pussy, her brother's face intruded. Or was it especially here, right now?
Because she knew whose cock she really wanted stuffing her. As wrong as she felt that to be, that was
what she wanted, what she had wanted for as long as she had known what sex was all about.
Desperately, Judy forced her mind back to the youth she was with. She remembered undressing Paul,
stripping his T-shirt up and off his strong torso so she could run her fingers over his naked skin.
* * *
"There enough time?" Paul asked, his fingers sinking into Judy's firm young breasts through her thin
T-shirt. Her nipples were hard, hot knots digging at his hands as he massaged the lush hemispherical
mounds of warm flesh.
"There's plenty of time," she answered, rubbing her fingers over his nipples, then under his arms to tickle
the curling hair in his armpits. "How long does it take to make love?"
"You know I like to make it last a long time," Paul countered, even while he was pulling her shirt up to
bare her sleek midriff. The underside of her breasts came into view. There was just the faintest hint of a
crease under the firm, full globes. Her tan ended where her bikini usually covered her breasts. Her skin
was pale and flaw less. He bunched the cotton of her T-shirt still more, entirely exposing the lower half
of her breasts. He ran his thumbs against her rib cage, along the curving crease of her breasts. Sliding his
thumbs upward, he felt her flesh yield to his gentle pressure. Pressing his thumbs up under her T-shirt, he
found the hard bumps of her nipples. He flicked the tense, rubbery buds, loving the feel of them
bouncing and shivering from his stimulation.
Judy tipped her head back, slitting her eyes as fire lashed through her body. Spreading her bare feet
shoulder width apart, she set her graceful legs for stability as lust threatened to collapse her prematurely.
Her hips tilted, thrusting her pussy forward in an instinctive gesture of raunchy need. Paul's fingers were
hard and rough against her tender skin as he tormented her passion knotted tits. She licked lips that were
suddenly dry and hot, then lifted her arms over her head in invitation to the youth fondling her breasts.
He stripped her shirt up over her head and off with a quick gesture that tousled her curly black,
shoulder-length hair and made her dangly earrings dance wildly. Judy combed her dark curls back with
her fingers, arching her spine and thrusting her firm, young breasts forward, feeling the cool air of the
small apartment brush her naked flesh. Her nipples were hard, demanding, pink peaks on the alluring
pale globes of her breasts.
Paul's hands gripped her breasts tightly, even a trace cruelly, as he sank his fingers into the yielding
mounds. Her nipples drilled eagerly into his hard palms. Her skin was a deep tan, a tan made more
emphatic by the paleness of her untanned breasts. Paul's strong, blunt fingers dug into this pallid skin.
Her tits poked shyly out from between his fingers and he closed them to pinch the taut pink buds
between them.
As lust fires roared through Judy, melting her muscles, she reached for Paul's belt. Deftly she got his big
buckle open, then unbuttoned the top of his faded blue jeans. A curling line of fine light brown hair
arrowed down from his navel and began to spread just as it was covered by the elastic of his
underpants. Gripping the tab of his zipper between her thumb and forefinger, Judy ran it down over the
hard bulge of his cock which was still covered by the strained white cotton of his jockey shorts.
Excitement over what was to come was roaring through her as she shoved his jeans down around his
calves, then knelt to help him get his feet free of the tight pants. Right in front of her face, covered still by
his underpants, was his powerfully erect cock. A few curling strands of his pubic bush had escaped from
the leg openings of his underpants. His cock was like a tent pole, straining for release.
As she knelt at his feet, Judy looked up at him, her hazel eyes glittering with excitement. With feathery,
delicate fingers she stroked the rigid tower of his prick through his underpants. A dark wet stain spread
from the peak of that tower. The cords of muscle in Paul's throat stood out with the strain as he combed
his fingers through Judy's curling hair.
Deliberately taunting both Paul and herself, Judy tickled the sensitive skin on the insides of his strong
thighs. She pushed back between his thighs, her fingers gently lifting and weighing the ovoid,
sperm-heavy masses of his testicles. She saw his belly ripple with excitement from her bold explorations.
Finally Judy couldn't stand the strain any longer and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Paul's
underpants. After pulling the elastic out as far as she could, she hauled downward. As she did the stiff
shaft of his cock sought escape. It was as if it could see the light. It lifted its rounded head, and looked at
the ceiling.
The first Judy saw of that hard rod was its curving, bulbous head-just the tip of it-just its shy slit. She
hauled the elastic of Paul's underpants downward, exposing more and more of his cock, the white
pinkish cap of the glans, the groove under it, and the special sensitive wedge on the underside where the
groove curved up ward toward the slit, like the top curve of a valentine. Then she was exposing the pale
shaft with its soft skin and the bulging ridges of its veins that slid over the hard, hot core.
And behind that ready, erect phallus, like an artistic backdrop, were the dark blond, almost brown curls
of his pubic hair.
The shaft of Paul's cock lowered steadily as his underpants were drawn downward, until it was aimed
straight at Judy's face. Without flinching away from it, she hauled his last garment down the rest of the
way, exposing his balls in their wrinkled dark sac nestling between his hairy thighs. She licked her lips at
the sight of such a demanding cylinder of turgid meat, but that wasn't what she wanted this time. She
didn't want a heavy bulk hammering down her throat. She needed it in her already streaming vagina.
Wrapping her fingers around the hot, hard cock, she got to her feet. She fondled the rock-hard tower,
feeling the skin shift over the unyielding core, and measured the tenseness there. She looked down at it
greedily. Its curving cap was aimed now at the soft swell of her belly, just over the top of her shorts, as
if ready to fuck her in the belly button.
Paul reached for the button and zipper of her shorts, reaching around her arms and fingers as she
fondled his erection. The zipper rumbled down toward her crotch and curling black hair sprang into
view. She had been relishing the feeling of the crotch of her hacked-off blue jeans sawing into the tender
flesh of her pussy. Now the lack of underpants paid another bonus-the feel of chill air striking straight at
the heart of her sex as her shorts were hauled down.
Judy had to let go of Paul's cock when he knelt in front of her to strip her shorts down her graceful,
tanned, sleek legs. She lifted first one foot, then the other, out as he held the shorts. Then he slid his
hands up the backs of her legs to her buttocks and hauled her hips forward into his face. His nose bored
into the tangle of her pubic bush and jammed into the hot folds of her pussy.
Judy sucked in her breath involuntarily as Paul's tongue speared into the searing heart of her sex. Her
head rolled as passion flamed through her from the unexpected oral assault on her vagina and clitoris.
Then Paul stood up and guided her toward the studio couch. She sprawled backwards on the rumpled
covers of the narrow bed, spreading her legs open to expose her crotch. She knew he could see the
excited pink lips of her pussy through the dark bush of hair. Her breasts stood, proud, pale and firm as
she lay on her back.
And she had feasted her eyes on Paul's stocky, powerful young frame. As he had stood over her his
cock had bobbed and weaved, drooling its own excitement. A shining drop was suspended by a
glittering strand that stretched and stretched and finally broke, letting the heavy drop fall.
* * *
Then he had been on her and that wayward vision of her brother had flashed through Judy's mind. Why
here and now did she have to see that? Why here and now, with Paul's cock sunk in her streaming
vagina did she have to fight down memories of her brother's face, looking older than his seventeen years,
of his tall, lean body? Her imagination filled in what she was uncertain of-the curling brown bush and the
jutting cock that she had caught only quick glimpse of.
Then Paul's pelvis collided with hers and the vision in Judy's mind was obliterated by a fiery blast of
pleasure. Her clitoris was mangled between their bodies, converted to a nova-knot of heat that flared
out through her body, knotting her muscles and bringing a grunt from her lungs. Paul pistoned his cock in
her guts and her hips answered with twisting jumps of their own. His body felt rough and harsh against
her tender young skin. Lust raged through her.
Paul thought that for a second, just a second, as he had penetrated her vagina with his cock Judy had
frozen. For a fleeting moment her body had gone limp and unresponding under him as the hot folds of
her vagina had enfolded his prick. But then, before he could worry about it or respond, she was alive
under him, her body writhing and moving to accept him as he plumbed her depths. The feel of her tight
young vagina embracing his big phallus was enough to obliterate all thought about the incident. All his
attention was concentrated on the feel of her young body against his, on the engulfing of his prick by her
clinging, slick, wet folds. Pushing up, he watched her features. They still harbored a trace of baby fat,
and twisted with passion as he pistoned his prick in her tender belly. Then he lowered himself on her
again and they writhed together ecstatically and relished the feel of their flesh, squirming against each
other's bodies.
Judy's hips took on a life of their own as she tightened her vagina around the cock pistoning in it. Her
hips jerked and jumped as primitive reflexes came to life from the skillful screwing. Four-letter words
were streaming from her lips as she urged Paul on, clawing at his back, spurring his buttocks with her
heels as she spread her thighs still more widely in an attempt to get more of him in her belly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted mindlessly as he hammered his penis into her guts. "I'm going to cum, so
fuck me, you horny bastard. Fuck that big hard cock of yours into me."
Paul saved his breath for the powerful drives of his hips that rammed his erect phallus deep into her guts.
The fire was building deep in his groin, the juices pooling in the firing chamber and the muscles cocking
themselves to pump hot semen into Judy's hole.
"I'm cum-cumm-cumm-cummiiinnngggg," Judy rasped in a harsh blast of air, a whispering gust of sheer
lust as fire seared through her young body. And then, unbidden, flaring up in her mind's eye, was the
face of her brother, his eyes laughing at her as she climaxed.
Paul was beyond caring what the girl under him was thinking about. He was ramming his cock deep into
her vagina, stuffing her with his bulk. Fiery shots of semen ripped down the length of his shaft while his
whole body convulsed and added power to the blasts. He poured his hot sticky load deep into her guts,
his muscles straining against hers as he fought to spit her completely on his prick.
The quivering, straining knot held for a long moment, then they both relaxed simultaneously. Judy was
pinned like a bug under Paul's bulk, her slender, feminine arms around his big, masculine torso, her
graceful legs entwined with his strong, hairy limbs. His pale buttocks were nestled between her slender
thighs.
A slight frown wrinkled the smooth skin of Judy's forehead as she nestled her chin on Paul's shoulder
and stroked his back tenderly. She felt his cock slowly shrinking in her, retreating from her depths,
leaving a hot, sticky pool in her vagina.
Suddenly there was a thunderous bang at the door of the apartment. Paul rolled off Judy, his cock
whipping free of her pussy.
"Shit!" he exploded, rolling catlike to his feet and turning toward the door.
Judy half raised herself on one elbow. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness.
The door slammed open, the jamb splintering and the doorknob chipping plaster off the wall. Two
grotesque figures charged into the room, heavy pistols gripped in their hands.
Without a word, the larger of the two invaders swung his pistol backhand, catching Paul on the side of
his head and sending him flying across the room and slamming into a wall. As he slumped down to the
floor, his eyes glazed, the smaller, more slender apparition yanked open the closet door and jerked a
raincoat off a hanger.
Judy got to her feet just in time to catch the thrown raincoat in her bare stomach.
Both of the intruders' heads were covered with ski masks, knitted hoods with eye holes and mouth holes
and garish patterns. They wore identical outfits, blue jeans and black ribbed turtle necks, the man's
clinging to a slender, muscular torso, the girl's hugging her small, shy breasts.
Judy slipped the raincoat on over her naked body. A gun was aimed at her head, then her arms were
gripped by the two kidnappers. She darted a frightened glance over at Paul just as she was hauled out of
the apartment. The boy she had just lain with was shaking his head, his eyes foggy as he fought to clear
his mind.
Then Judy was being shoved and hustled down the stairs to the street. Bright sunshine glared down on
the three figures as they crossed the sidewalk and hurtled into the back seat of a waiting car. Judy had a
brief impression of startled witnesses just before the car door was slammed closed and the vehicle
roared away from the curb, leaving black stripes of rubber as it burned out.
In the back seat Judy and two of the kidnappers were thrown sideways in a heap as the third one jerked
the car around a corner before assuming a more reasonable pace that blended with the traffic.
On one side of Judy the man tucked the gun in the waist of his pants, then hauled the ski mask up and
off. He was grinning widely, his brown eyes sparkling with excitement as he laughed. He shook his head,
the curling rings of his dark hair stringy with sweat.
"Christ, those masks are hot!" he swore.
"Shit, yes," the girl on the other side of Judy agreed, combing the tangles out of her shoulder-length,
streaked, blonde hair.
Judy folded her arms under her breasts and glared at her brother angrily. "Did you have to hit Paul so
hard?" she demanded.
"Had to make it look real," Mike answered, grinning at his sister. "Take it easy, Harry, we don't want to
get a traffic ticket at this point."
"I am taking it easy," the driver growled.
"If we're going to get your stepfather to cough up," the girl put in, "we have to make it look real. Right?"
"Yeah," Judy agreed. "But did you have to hit Paul so hard, Mike? He looked like he was really hurt."
Mike Wright snorted at his sister's concern. "His head's too hard for a knock like that to do any lasting
damage. He looked really surprised when we popped in. How'd you manage that?"
Judy giggled. "Couldn't you tell? I distracted him. He didn't know for sure when you guys were coming
anyway. I figured we might as well have a good time while we were waiting."
"You were having a good time, all right," Mike agreed.
"Yeah," Cynthia Van Camp agreed sourly. "While Mike and I were sweating in those masks, you and
Paul were balling. You were both stark naked."
Judy curbed her natural animosity toward the other girl. She had never been able to understand what her
brother, Mike, saw in the slender blonde. Cynthia was a year older than Judy, but had the body of a girl
two years younger-thirteen or fourteen-rather than the seventeen she really was.
"You're just jealous," Judy said mildly.
"Of Paul Cooper?" Cynthia shot back. "Not bloody likely. Not with your brother to service me, I'm not."
Judy felt an explosive surge of jealousy at this comment.
"Okay, okay," Mike soothed, sensing Judy's threatened explosion. "We've all got to work together to
pull this off, so let's not have any of that shit."
"Paul's good," Judy fumed uselessly.
"What's the program now?" Cynthia asked, changing the subject.
"Harry found a little place across town," Mike answered. "We take Judy there and she holes up for a
few days. That way the Old Bastard'll sweat a little wondering what's happened to her."
"What about Mom?" Judy asked.
Mike shrugged. "She'll sweat, too. Won't be any more than she deserves for marrying him in the first
place, right?"
"She only married him for his money," Judy argued.
"Maybe she did, and maybe she didn't," Mike answered. "We don't know for sure. Anyway, what
difference does it make? How much has he given her?"
"Not much," Judy agreed.
"Right. So, you stay holed up for a few days until he gets really worried. Cynthia and I and Harry and
Paul will go on like we had nothing to do with it. Your kidnapping will be a terrible shock to your
brother and friends. When the Old Bastard's worried enough, we'll hit him with the ransom demand."
Judy pouted slightly. "He won't worry about me. He never has liked me-or you, for that matter."
"True," Mike agreed. "But Mom will be going out of her skull with worry, and she'll go to work on him.
Don't worry, he'll sweat. Even if he doesn't really care about you himself, Mom'll make him care."
"And then," Cynthia put in, "we hit him with the ransom note. His precious stepdaughter is in danger of
being slowly carved to pieces if he doesn't fork over two hundred thousand dollars to the evil
kidnappers. Just think of her tender young body at the mercies of vicious criminals." The slender girl
chuckled delightedly.
Judy eyed the blonde distastefully. She had the feeling that Cynthia wouldn't mind at all if something like
that really did happen to her.
"There anyone following us?" Mike asked.
"Naw," Harry answered. "I been keeping a close eye out. Everything's cool back there. But we sure left
a lot of witnesses gaping, I can tell you that."
"So, what did they see, right?" Mike shot back. "You kept your face hidden, didn't you?"
"Of course I did," Harry shot back. "But I sure wish I'd had a ski mask."
"That would have looked real innocent," Mike retorted. "A man in a ski mask sitting behind the wheel of
a car in broad daylight, in Los Angeles, in the middle of summer. Cripes."
Judy surreptitiously snuggled against Mike, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. She also enjoyed
the fact that she was between him and Cynthia. "How long will I have to stay hidden?"
Mike shrugged. "Depends on how long it takes us to get the money. We'll let him sweat for about three
days before we send him the ransom note. I figure it'll take maybe a week or so."
"All alone?" Judy asked, dismayed.
"Of course not," Mike answered. "We'll bring you food and stuff."
"Here we are, folks," Harry announced.
"Anyone around?" Mike asked nervously, peering up and down the street.
"All clear," Harry reported, getting out of the car. "I'll get the front door."
The other three waited until Harry had the downstairs door of the dingy apartment house open, then
made a quick dash from the car to the cool shade of a narrow hallway. With Harry leading the way, they
headed up a creaking flight of stairs. The decaying building was one of a row awaiting the wrecker's ball.
The area was being cleared as part of an urban renewal program.
"This is the best room in the house," Harry announced, throwing a door open.
Judy stepped in, her heart sinking. The room was bare except for a rickety wooden chair and a mattress
on the floor. A small kitchenette occupied an alcove on one side of the room, and next to it a door was
open on a minuscule bathroom.
"It's awful," Judy said miserably.
"It's perfect," Mike replied.
"Better than we hoped for," Harry agreed. "This is the only building in the block where the electricity's
still on. I don't know why. Maybe they're going to use it as a headquarters when they start tearing 'em all
down. The refrigerator isn't much, but it works. There's food for a couple of days in it."
"Mike, it's awful," Judy repeated, turning to her brother for help.
"It's only for a few days, Sis," he assured her. "We'll probably have to move you just to be safe anyway."
"I'll bet it has rats," Cynthia observed gloatingly.
Mike shot the blonde girl an angry glance. "Nonsense," he argued.
"Honest, Sis, I wouldn't leave you here if I didn't think it was safe.
Okay?"
"You'll come and visit me?" she asked timidly.
"Of course," he assured her.
"There's a hot plate for cooking," Harry pointed out. "And the plumbing works, if you don't put too
much strain on it. Don't let any light show at night or someone might spot it and get suspicious, okay?"
Judy thought of sitting alone in the dark in the dismal apartment and shivered.
"Don't worry," Mike assured her, checking the window. "It's boarded up tight. You can use a light if you
want."
"I'll probably keep it on all night," Judy observed nervously.
"We better split," Harry pointed out. "If we're here too long someone may spot the car."
"Come on, Mike," Cynthia urged impatiently.
"Someone come and see me tomorrow?" Judy pleaded, feeling that even Cynthia might be welcome by
then.
Mike gripped his sister's arms firmly, trying to reassure her. "It'll be a couple of days, but someone'll
come, okay? We can't come right away or they might get suspicious. Just hang loose, okay?"
Judy nibbled on her lower lip nervously. Then she lurched up, wrapped her arms around her brother and
gave him a quick kiss. For a beautiful fleeting moment she felt the long, sturdy length of his body against
hers through the raincoat that still was her only covering.
"Okay," she agreed, reluctantly letting him go. Over his shoulder she could see Cynthia fidgeting in the
doorway impatiently.
"Don't open the door to anybody but one of us," Mike cautioned.
"Don't worry," she assured him fervently. "See you in a couple of days, Sis," Mike told her.
"Right."
After the door closed behind them, leaving her alone in the tiny abandoned apartment, she thought she
could hear ominous rustlings in the walls. Chewing her thumb nervously, she paced the floor, feeling
gritty dust under her bare feet. She didn't even have a television or a radio to break the nerve-wracking
silence.
Judy Wright spread her graceful young thighs wide. As Paul Cooper settled his sturdy hips between her
thighs she tangled her fingers in his shaggy, curly blond hair. She felt the head of his cock nestle between
the pouting lips of her pussy, felt her firm young breasts mash flat against his muscular chest. Her nipples
were hard pebble-like lumps between them as his weight drove the wind from her lungs.
At the first thrust of Paul's hips, Judy lifted her pelvis in response. She felt the bulbous head of his
engorged prick enter her crevice, prying into the wet, slick, hot folds of her sex. She wanted him, all of
him, sunk in the steaming well of her hot young vagina. Clutching him, digging her fingers into his
muscular back, she lifted and squirmed, trying to skewer herself on the meaty shaft of his phallus.
In response, Paul shoved at her and felt her searing, soggy folds engulf his prick, clinging lovingly to his
hard cock. He savored the feel of her oozing flesh sliding against the sensitive glans of his penis. She was
hot and tight and wet and ready, as eager to have him as he was to have her.
Her eyes closed, Judy concentrated on the feel of her sixteen-year-old channel being filled with Paul's
heavy, hot, blood-engorged pole. She frowned as a face with brown eyes, a lopsided, daring smile,
framed with dark, curly brown hair, flickered across her memory. Even here, right now, with Paul's hot
young cock jamming into her pussy, her brother's face intruded. Or was it especially here, right now?
Because she knew whose cock she really wanted stuffing her. As wrong as she felt that to be, that was
what she wanted, what she had wanted for as long as she had known what sex was all about.
Desperately, Judy forced her mind back to the youth she was with. She remembered undressing Paul,
stripping his T-shirt up and off his strong torso so she could run her fingers over his naked skin.
* * *
"There enough time?" Paul asked, his fingers sinking into Judy's firm young breasts through her thin
T-shirt. Her nipples were hard, hot knots digging at his hands as he massaged the lush hemispherical
mounds of warm flesh.
"There's plenty of time," she answered, rubbing her fingers over his nipples, then under his arms to tickle
the curling hair in his armpits. "How long does it take to make love?"
"You know I like to make it last a long time," Paul countered, even while he was pulling her shirt up to
bare her sleek midriff. The underside of her breasts came into view. There was just the faintest hint of a
crease under the firm, full globes. Her tan ended where her bikini usually covered her breasts. Her skin
was pale and flaw less. He bunched the cotton of her T-shirt still more, entirely exposing the lower half
of her breasts. He ran his thumbs against her rib cage, along the curving crease of her breasts. Sliding his
thumbs upward, he felt her flesh yield to his gentle pressure. Pressing his thumbs up under her T-shirt, he
found the hard bumps of her nipples. He flicked the tense, rubbery buds, loving the feel of them
bouncing and shivering from his stimulation.
Judy tipped her head back, slitting her eyes as fire lashed through her body. Spreading her bare feet
shoulder width apart, she set her graceful legs for stability as lust threatened to collapse her prematurely.
Her hips tilted, thrusting her pussy forward in an instinctive gesture of raunchy need. Paul's fingers were
hard and rough against her tender skin as he tormented her passion knotted tits. She licked lips that were
suddenly dry and hot, then lifted her arms over her head in invitation to the youth fondling her breasts.
He stripped her shirt up over her head and off with a quick gesture that tousled her curly black,
shoulder-length hair and made her dangly earrings dance wildly. Judy combed her dark curls back with
her fingers, arching her spine and thrusting her firm, young breasts forward, feeling the cool air of the
small apartment brush her naked flesh. Her nipples were hard, demanding, pink peaks on the alluring
pale globes of her breasts.
Paul's hands gripped her breasts tightly, even a trace cruelly, as he sank his fingers into the yielding
mounds. Her nipples drilled eagerly into his hard palms. Her skin was a deep tan, a tan made more
emphatic by the paleness of her untanned breasts. Paul's strong, blunt fingers dug into this pallid skin.
Her tits poked shyly out from between his fingers and he closed them to pinch the taut pink buds
between them.
As lust fires roared through Judy, melting her muscles, she reached for Paul's belt. Deftly she got his big
buckle open, then unbuttoned the top of his faded blue jeans. A curling line of fine light brown hair
arrowed down from his navel and began to spread just as it was covered by the elastic of his
underpants. Gripping the tab of his zipper between her thumb and forefinger, Judy ran it down over the
hard bulge of his cock which was still covered by the strained white cotton of his jockey shorts.
Excitement over what was to come was roaring through her as she shoved his jeans down around his
calves, then knelt to help him get his feet free of the tight pants. Right in front of her face, covered still by
his underpants, was his powerfully erect cock. A few curling strands of his pubic bush had escaped from
the leg openings of his underpants. His cock was like a tent pole, straining for release.
As she knelt at his feet, Judy looked up at him, her hazel eyes glittering with excitement. With feathery,
delicate fingers she stroked the rigid tower of his prick through his underpants. A dark wet stain spread
from the peak of that tower. The cords of muscle in Paul's throat stood out with the strain as he combed
his fingers through Judy's curling hair.
Deliberately taunting both Paul and herself, Judy tickled the sensitive skin on the insides of his strong
thighs. She pushed back between his thighs, her fingers gently lifting and weighing the ovoid,
sperm-heavy masses of his testicles. She saw his belly ripple with excitement from her bold explorations.
Finally Judy couldn't stand the strain any longer and hooked her fingers in the waistband of Paul's
underpants. After pulling the elastic out as far as she could, she hauled downward. As she did the stiff
shaft of his cock sought escape. It was as if it could see the light. It lifted its rounded head, and looked at
the ceiling.
The first Judy saw of that hard rod was its curving, bulbous head-just the tip of it-just its shy slit. She
hauled the elastic of Paul's underpants downward, exposing more and more of his cock, the white
pinkish cap of the glans, the groove under it, and the special sensitive wedge on the underside where the
groove curved up ward toward the slit, like the top curve of a valentine. Then she was exposing the pale
shaft with its soft skin and the bulging ridges of its veins that slid over the hard, hot core.
And behind that ready, erect phallus, like an artistic backdrop, were the dark blond, almost brown curls
of his pubic hair.
The shaft of Paul's cock lowered steadily as his underpants were drawn downward, until it was aimed
straight at Judy's face. Without flinching away from it, she hauled his last garment down the rest of the
way, exposing his balls in their wrinkled dark sac nestling between his hairy thighs. She licked her lips at
the sight of such a demanding cylinder of turgid meat, but that wasn't what she wanted this time. She
didn't want a heavy bulk hammering down her throat. She needed it in her already streaming vagina.
Wrapping her fingers around the hot, hard cock, she got to her feet. She fondled the rock-hard tower,
feeling the skin shift over the unyielding core, and measured the tenseness there. She looked down at it
greedily. Its curving cap was aimed now at the soft swell of her belly, just over the top of her shorts, as
if ready to fuck her in the belly button.
Paul reached for the button and zipper of her shorts, reaching around her arms and fingers as she
fondled his erection. The zipper rumbled down toward her crotch and curling black hair sprang into
view. She had been relishing the feeling of the crotch of her hacked-off blue jeans sawing into the tender
flesh of her pussy. Now the lack of underpants paid another bonus-the feel of chill air striking straight at
the heart of her sex as her shorts were hauled down.
Judy had to let go of Paul's cock when he knelt in front of her to strip her shorts down her graceful,
tanned, sleek legs. She lifted first one foot, then the other, out as he held the shorts. Then he slid his
hands up the backs of her legs to her buttocks and hauled her hips forward into his face. His nose bored
into the tangle of her pubic bush and jammed into the hot folds of her pussy.
Judy sucked in her breath involuntarily as Paul's tongue speared into the searing heart of her sex. Her
head rolled as passion flamed through her from the unexpected oral assault on her vagina and clitoris.
Then Paul stood up and guided her toward the studio couch. She sprawled backwards on the rumpled
covers of the narrow bed, spreading her legs open to expose her crotch. She knew he could see the
excited pink lips of her pussy through the dark bush of hair. Her breasts stood, proud, pale and firm as
she lay on her back.
And she had feasted her eyes on Paul's stocky, powerful young frame. As he had stood over her his
cock had bobbed and weaved, drooling its own excitement. A shining drop was suspended by a
glittering strand that stretched and stretched and finally broke, letting the heavy drop fall.
* * *
Then he had been on her and that wayward vision of her brother had flashed through Judy's mind. Why
here and now did she have to see that? Why here and now, with Paul's cock sunk in her streaming
vagina did she have to fight down memories of her brother's face, looking older than his seventeen years,
of his tall, lean body? Her imagination filled in what she was uncertain of-the curling brown bush and the
jutting cock that she had caught only quick glimpse of.
Then Paul's pelvis collided with hers and the vision in Judy's mind was obliterated by a fiery blast of
pleasure. Her clitoris was mangled between their bodies, converted to a nova-knot of heat that flared
out through her body, knotting her muscles and bringing a grunt from her lungs. Paul pistoned his cock in
her guts and her hips answered with twisting jumps of their own. His body felt rough and harsh against
her tender young skin. Lust raged through her.
Paul thought that for a second, just a second, as he had penetrated her vagina with his cock Judy had
frozen. For a fleeting moment her body had gone limp and unresponding under him as the hot folds of
her vagina had enfolded his prick. But then, before he could worry about it or respond, she was alive
under him, her body writhing and moving to accept him as he plumbed her depths. The feel of her tight
young vagina embracing his big phallus was enough to obliterate all thought about the incident. All his
attention was concentrated on the feel of her young body against his, on the engulfing of his prick by her
clinging, slick, wet folds. Pushing up, he watched her features. They still harbored a trace of baby fat,
and twisted with passion as he pistoned his prick in her tender belly. Then he lowered himself on her
again and they writhed together ecstatically and relished the feel of their flesh, squirming against each
other's bodies.
Judy's hips took on a life of their own as she tightened her vagina around the cock pistoning in it. Her
hips jerked and jumped as primitive reflexes came to life from the skillful screwing. Four-letter words
were streaming from her lips as she urged Paul on, clawing at his back, spurring his buttocks with her
heels as she spread her thighs still more widely in an attempt to get more of him in her belly.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted mindlessly as he hammered his penis into her guts. "I'm going to cum, so
fuck me, you horny bastard. Fuck that big hard cock of yours into me."
Paul saved his breath for the powerful drives of his hips that rammed his erect phallus deep into her guts.
The fire was building deep in his groin, the juices pooling in the firing chamber and the muscles cocking
themselves to pump hot semen into Judy's hole.
"I'm cum-cumm-cumm-cummiiinnngggg," Judy rasped in a harsh blast of air, a whispering gust of sheer
lust as fire seared through her young body. And then, unbidden, flaring up in her mind's eye, was the
face of her brother, his eyes laughing at her as she climaxed.
Paul was beyond caring what the girl under him was thinking about. He was ramming his cock deep into
her vagina, stuffing her with his bulk. Fiery shots of semen ripped down the length of his shaft while his
whole body convulsed and added power to the blasts. He poured his hot sticky load deep into her guts,
his muscles straining against hers as he fought to spit her completely on his prick.
The quivering, straining knot held for a long moment, then they both relaxed simultaneously. Judy was
pinned like a bug under Paul's bulk, her slender, feminine arms around his big, masculine torso, her
graceful legs entwined with his strong, hairy limbs. His pale buttocks were nestled between her slender
thighs.
A slight frown wrinkled the smooth skin of Judy's forehead as she nestled her chin on Paul's shoulder
and stroked his back tenderly. She felt his cock slowly shrinking in her, retreating from her depths,
leaving a hot, sticky pool in her vagina.
Suddenly there was a thunderous bang at the door of the apartment. Paul rolled off Judy, his cock
whipping free of her pussy.
"Shit!" he exploded, rolling catlike to his feet and turning toward the door.
Judy half raised herself on one elbow. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness.
The door slammed open, the jamb splintering and the doorknob chipping plaster off the wall. Two
grotesque figures charged into the room, heavy pistols gripped in their hands.
Without a word, the larger of the two invaders swung his pistol backhand, catching Paul on the side of
his head and sending him flying across the room and slamming into a wall. As he slumped down to the
floor, his eyes glazed, the smaller, more slender apparition yanked open the closet door and jerked a
raincoat off a hanger.
Judy got to her feet just in time to catch the thrown raincoat in her bare stomach.
Both of the intruders' heads were covered with ski masks, knitted hoods with eye holes and mouth holes
and garish patterns. They wore identical outfits, blue jeans and black ribbed turtle necks, the man's
clinging to a slender, muscular torso, the girl's hugging her small, shy breasts.
Judy slipped the raincoat on over her naked body. A gun was aimed at her head, then her arms were
gripped by the two kidnappers. She darted a frightened glance over at Paul just as she was hauled out of
the apartment. The boy she had just lain with was shaking his head, his eyes foggy as he fought to clear
his mind.
Then Judy was being shoved and hustled down the stairs to the street. Bright sunshine glared down on
the three figures as they crossed the sidewalk and hurtled into the back seat of a waiting car. Judy had a
brief impression of startled witnesses just before the car door was slammed closed and the vehicle
roared away from the curb, leaving black stripes of rubber as it burned out.
In the back seat Judy and two of the kidnappers were thrown sideways in a heap as the third one jerked
the car around a corner before assuming a more reasonable pace that blended with the traffic.
On one side of Judy the man tucked the gun in the waist of his pants, then hauled the ski mask up and
off. He was grinning widely, his brown eyes sparkling with excitement as he laughed. He shook his head,
the curling rings of his dark hair stringy with sweat.
"Christ, those masks are hot!" he swore.
"Shit, yes," the girl on the other side of Judy agreed, combing the tangles out of her shoulder-length,
streaked, blonde hair.
Judy folded her arms under her breasts and glared at her brother angrily. "Did you have to hit Paul so
hard?" she demanded.
"Had to make it look real," Mike answered, grinning at his sister. "Take it easy, Harry, we don't want to
get a traffic ticket at this point."
"I am taking it easy," the driver growled.
"If we're going to get your stepfather to cough up," the girl put in, "we have to make it look real. Right?"
"Yeah," Judy agreed. "But did you have to hit Paul so hard, Mike? He looked like he was really hurt."
Mike Wright snorted at his sister's concern. "His head's too hard for a knock like that to do any lasting
damage. He looked really surprised when we popped in. How'd you manage that?"
Judy giggled. "Couldn't you tell? I distracted him. He didn't know for sure when you guys were coming
anyway. I figured we might as well have a good time while we were waiting."
"You were having a good time, all right," Mike agreed.
"Yeah," Cynthia Van Camp agreed sourly. "While Mike and I were sweating in those masks, you and
Paul were balling. You were both stark naked."
Judy curbed her natural animosity toward the other girl. She had never been able to understand what her
brother, Mike, saw in the slender blonde. Cynthia was a year older than Judy, but had the body of a girl
two years younger-thirteen or fourteen-rather than the seventeen she really was.
"You're just jealous," Judy said mildly.
"Of Paul Cooper?" Cynthia shot back. "Not bloody likely. Not with your brother to service me, I'm not."
Judy felt an explosive surge of jealousy at this comment.
"Okay, okay," Mike soothed, sensing Judy's threatened explosion. "We've all got to work together to
pull this off, so let's not have any of that shit."
"Paul's good," Judy fumed uselessly.
"What's the program now?" Cynthia asked, changing the subject.
"Harry found a little place across town," Mike answered. "We take Judy there and she holes up for a
few days. That way the Old Bastard'll sweat a little wondering what's happened to her."
"What about Mom?" Judy asked.
Mike shrugged. "She'll sweat, too. Won't be any more than she deserves for marrying him in the first
place, right?"
"She only married him for his money," Judy argued.
"Maybe she did, and maybe she didn't," Mike answered. "We don't know for sure. Anyway, what
difference does it make? How much has he given her?"
"Not much," Judy agreed.
"Right. So, you stay holed up for a few days until he gets really worried. Cynthia and I and Harry and
Paul will go on like we had nothing to do with it. Your kidnapping will be a terrible shock to your
brother and friends. When the Old Bastard's worried enough, we'll hit him with the ransom demand."
Judy pouted slightly. "He won't worry about me. He never has liked me-or you, for that matter."
"True," Mike agreed. "But Mom will be going out of her skull with worry, and she'll go to work on him.
Don't worry, he'll sweat. Even if he doesn't really care about you himself, Mom'll make him care."
"And then," Cynthia put in, "we hit him with the ransom note. His precious stepdaughter is in danger of
being slowly carved to pieces if he doesn't fork over two hundred thousand dollars to the evil
kidnappers. Just think of her tender young body at the mercies of vicious criminals." The slender girl
chuckled delightedly.
Judy eyed the blonde distastefully. She had the feeling that Cynthia wouldn't mind at all if something like
that really did happen to her.
"There anyone following us?" Mike asked.
"Naw," Harry answered. "I been keeping a close eye out. Everything's cool back there. But we sure left
a lot of witnesses gaping, I can tell you that."
"So, what did they see, right?" Mike shot back. "You kept your face hidden, didn't you?"
"Of course I did," Harry shot back. "But I sure wish I'd had a ski mask."
"That would have looked real innocent," Mike retorted. "A man in a ski mask sitting behind the wheel of
a car in broad daylight, in Los Angeles, in the middle of summer. Cripes."
Judy surreptitiously snuggled against Mike, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. She also enjoyed
the fact that she was between him and Cynthia. "How long will I have to stay hidden?"
Mike shrugged. "Depends on how long it takes us to get the money. We'll let him sweat for about three
days before we send him the ransom note. I figure it'll take maybe a week or so."
"All alone?" Judy asked, dismayed.
"Of course not," Mike answered. "We'll bring you food and stuff."
"Here we are, folks," Harry announced.
"Anyone around?" Mike asked nervously, peering up and down the street.
"All clear," Harry reported, getting out of the car. "I'll get the front door."
The other three waited until Harry had the downstairs door of the dingy apartment house open, then
made a quick dash from the car to the cool shade of a narrow hallway. With Harry leading the way, they
headed up a creaking flight of stairs. The decaying building was one of a row awaiting the wrecker's ball.
The area was being cleared as part of an urban renewal program.
"This is the best room in the house," Harry announced, throwing a door open.
Judy stepped in, her heart sinking. The room was bare except for a rickety wooden chair and a mattress
on the floor. A small kitchenette occupied an alcove on one side of the room, and next to it a door was
open on a minuscule bathroom.
"It's awful," Judy said miserably.
"It's perfect," Mike replied.
"Better than we hoped for," Harry agreed. "This is the only building in the block where the electricity's
still on. I don't know why. Maybe they're going to use it as a headquarters when they start tearing 'em all
down. The refrigerator isn't much, but it works. There's food for a couple of days in it."
"Mike, it's awful," Judy repeated, turning to her brother for help.
"It's only for a few days, Sis," he assured her. "We'll probably have to move you just to be safe anyway."
"I'll bet it has rats," Cynthia observed gloatingly.
Mike shot the blonde girl an angry glance. "Nonsense," he argued.
"Honest, Sis, I wouldn't leave you here if I didn't think it was safe.
Okay?"
"You'll come and visit me?" she asked timidly.
"Of course," he assured her.
"There's a hot plate for cooking," Harry pointed out. "And the plumbing works, if you don't put too
much strain on it. Don't let any light show at night or someone might spot it and get suspicious, okay?"
Judy thought of sitting alone in the dark in the dismal apartment and shivered.
"Don't worry," Mike assured her, checking the window. "It's boarded up tight. You can use a light if you
want."
"I'll probably keep it on all night," Judy observed nervously.
"We better split," Harry pointed out. "If we're here too long someone may spot the car."
"Come on, Mike," Cynthia urged impatiently.
"Someone come and see me tomorrow?" Judy pleaded, feeling that even Cynthia might be welcome by
then.
Mike gripped his sister's arms firmly, trying to reassure her. "It'll be a couple of days, but someone'll
come, okay? We can't come right away or they might get suspicious. Just hang loose, okay?"
Judy nibbled on her lower lip nervously. Then she lurched up, wrapped her arms around her brother and
gave him a quick kiss. For a beautiful fleeting moment she felt the long, sturdy length of his body against
hers through the raincoat that still was her only covering.
"Okay," she agreed, reluctantly letting him go. Over his shoulder she could see Cynthia fidgeting in the
doorway impatiently.
"Don't open the door to anybody but one of us," Mike cautioned.
"Don't worry," she assured him fervently. "See you in a couple of days, Sis," Mike told her.
"Right."
After the door closed behind them, leaving her alone in the tiny abandoned apartment, she thought she
could hear ominous rustlings in the walls. Chewing her thumb nervously, she paced the floor, feeling
gritty dust under her bare feet. She didn't even have a television or a radio to break the nerve-wracking
silence.
Re: Erotic story - Hungry For Sister by Michael Rennie
Chapter 2
The sudden, unexpected sound of footsteps on the stairs made Judy halt her nervous pacing and turn
pale. She clutched at the neck of the rain coat that was her only clothing. It was the third tense day of
hiding. Until now the only sounds had been those she had made, the relentless drip-drip-drip of the
decaying plumbing, and the mysterious and ominous rustling and gnawing sounds in the walls.
During the first terrifying night alone in the abandoned building, Judy had cursed the plot that had put her
there. The entire project was in sane. Worse, by the time it was over, Judy was certain she herself would
be insane.
Only the thought of what awaited her if she backed out kept her from leaving the apartment. The "Old
Bastard" as she and Mike invariably referred to their stepfather, had no hesitations regarding corporal
punishment. He applied his cane mercilessly for the slightest infraction. Staying out all night would have
earned Judy a monumental beating, and no excuse would have been accepted, not even being
kidnapped.
So, after that first night in the hideout, Judy was committed. Only the completion of the kidnapping hoax
would get her off the hook. They had to convince the Old Bastard that she had really been kidnapped
and was being held for ransom.
And if it was anyone other than one of her compatriots climbing the stairs at this point, the thing was
ended before it really got started. There was a soft knocking on the door and Judy stifled a scream.
"Who is it?" she called out in a strangled voice.
"It's me, Mike," her brother replied, his voice muffled, but recognizable through the old door.
"Mike!" Judy squeaked, flying to the door, ignoring the way her raincoat flew open to expose her naked
body. Her fingers were clumsy as she fumbled with the bolt, then slid the chain free. Jerking the door
open, she flew into her brother's arms, pressing herself against him fiercely, her raincoat open, her bare
body molded against him from neck to thigh.
Mike wrapped one arm around her, under the raincoat, and carried her back inside. Kicking the door
closed, he wrapped his other arm around her. Their kiss turned abruptly from one of platonic
brother-sister innocence to one of flaming, unbridled passion. Judy's body flamed with unexpected,
incredible lust as she pressed her nude body against her brother's clothed one. Opening her thighs, she
trapped one of his legs between them, driving her crotch against the hard muscles of his leg. She
writhed, grinding her naked, firm, young breasts against his hard chest, scrubbing her crotch painfully on
his thigh. She drove her tongue deep in his mouth, savoring his taste, exploring his teeth, dueling with his
tongue. She felt a hard knot growing against her belly and knew it was her brother's erection.
Mike's lust exploded into flame almost as quickly as his sister's had. His cock hardened with lightning
speed, straightening and stiffening painfully in his tight blue jeans. Judy's body was warm in his arms, her
skin soft and silken under his exploring hands. He stroked his fingers down the length of her naked back
under the raincoat, relishing the broad expanse of naked skin. Automatically, his hands found her lush
buttocks, cupped and squeezed them, dragged her hips against his body. He could feel her soft, but
firm, breasts like twin pillows against his chest. Through his T-shirt he could feel the hard knots of her
nipples digging into him.
Judy released her brother just long enough to shed the raincoat. Then she was again engulfing him with
her arms, clinging to him with her long, sleek legs. The cool air of the room touched her naked body
intimately, emphasizing the hot roughness of her brother's body against hers. His belt buckle was cold
and sharp against her tender belly as she tried to mold herself to every angular contour of his frame. His
fingers digging into her ass were glorious confirmation of the desire he had for her.
She had to touch his naked skin. She clutched at his T-shirt, hauling it up to bare his hard belly and
strong chest, bunching it under his muscular arms. Then she ran her fingers over the hard ridges of
muscle in his back, scratched her nails down the line of his backbone. His grip tightened on her, his
fingers digging into her soft flesh, his hips jamming forward to ram the hardness of his erect cock into her
tender stomach.
When she moved to drag his T-shirt up over his shoulders and head, he released her and lifted his arms.
In a second she had him stripped to the waist. His hands clamped down on the soft, yielding mounds of
her breasts as she attacked his belt buckle with one hand. With the other she was measuring the size of
the erection buried in his pants. His belt open, she unbuttoned the single button on his pants, then ran the
zipper down ward, watching eagerly as the fly of his blue jeans spread open. His cock tipped outward,
freed from its painful confinement, but still concealed by his underpants. Those underpants were strained
by his powerful erection, and were clinging so tightly to his enormous prick that she could see the
contours of its head, even the groove where it joined the shaft of his ready phallus. There was a dark
wet stain where the material was stretched over the curving point of his prick.
Unhesitatingly, though hunger was making her shake uncontrollably, Judy pried her thumbs into the
waistband of her brother's underpants. She hauled the elastic outward to clear the thrust of his hard
cock. She shoved his underpants and jeans down in a ruthless tangle to expose his spearing shaft. She
forced his clothes in a tangle down his muscular thighs, her eyes fastened on his prick.
It was gorgeous! A tower of blood-engorged muscle and gristle, a sculptured pale ivory tower capped
with a curving pink glans. Like a jewel, gleaming at its tip, was a glittering drop of excited juice.
Judy tenderly stroked her fingers up the underside of her brother's prick, feeling the velvet soft skin shift
over the iron-hard interior. Her fingers reached the tip, and she let it drop. It swung inches in front of her
bare midriff. The shining drop clung to her fingertips and formed a glittering chain that linked her with her
brother.
The delicate touch of Judy's fingers on Mike's cock sent an earthquake of lust hammering through him.
His pulse drummed in his ears. He massaged the firm mounds of his sister's breasts, warm and soft and
delectable in his hands. Her pink nipples prodded at him, demanding attention. While he toyed delicately
with her tender little buds, he feasted his eyes on the rest of her naked beauty. Her torso, tan and trim,
tapered to a small waist. Then, below the hollow of her navel, her body swelled outward in womanly
curves that belied her sixteen years. Her belly curved inward, then there was the arch of her mons, then
the thick bush of dark curling hair, and the deep, secret, dark vee between her lush thighs.
"God, you're beautiful," Mike whispered hoarsely.
"So are you," Judy answered huskily, her eyes still fastened on the cock she was fondling. She was going
to have that marvelous shaft sunk in her hot vagina-soon. But right now she wanted to torment herself by
resisting the fiery lust burning through her body. She wanted to torment her brother and assure herself
that his desire for her was as great as her desire for him.
Kneeling humbly in front of her brother, Judy helped him out of his shoes and socks, then hauled his
pants and underpants off. That done, she sat back on her heels, her gaze fastening again on his erect
prick as it bobbed in front of her face. She knew he was staring down at her and sat with her back very
straight to make her breasts, with their pert pink caps, stand out proudly. She knew he was looking
between her sleek thighs at the dark mass of her pubic hair.
Slowly and tantalizingly, she spread her legs to let him see a little more of the secret, exciting dark bush.
With her arms at her sides, she posed deliberately for him for a long exciting time. His cock swelled and
pulsed with desire for her in visible confirmation of her power over him.
Then she broke the pose to reach forward and place her hands on his hairy thighs. She ran her hands
upward, directly toward the goal of her desire. Her thumbs dipped between his legs, slipped between his
scrotum and the insides of his thighs to dandle and massage his balls in their dark sac, then press inward
and upward against the base of his cock.
She gripped the foundation of his powerful erection, steadying the towering pole bobbing in front of her
face. She lifted it as she leaned to ward him. Spearing her tongue out, she tasted the hot metallic juice
oozing from the slit of his hard prick. She licked at the rounded knob, bathed it with her tongue. Then
she licked the shaft, moving slowly downward toward the base along the underside of the warm,
rock-hard rod.
Lapping happily she bathed his entire cock with her tongue as if it were a popsicle. When the entire
length of his phallus gleamed with her saliva, she took the head between her lips. Sucking eagerly, she
spitted her head on his power-laden cock as tangible proof of her limitless devotion to him. She felt his
hands on her head, relished the sensation of his fingers tangling in her thick, dark hair as she sucked his
cock.
But this wasn't the way it was going to be, not this first time. She wasn't going to take her brother's load
of steaming, thick semen in her stomach, she was going to have it poured into her vagina. Spitting his
cock out, she drew back and struggled to her feet. Deliberately, slowly, her legs shaking with lust, she
backed away from him toward the mattress. She lay back on the mattress, her legs spread, her knees
bent, giving him an unhindered view of her gleaming slit. Sliding her hands up her sleek, tan torso, she
tormented her own pale breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples.
From halfway across the room she could see the hot gleam of lust in her brother's eyes. She relished the
twitching cords of muscle that stood out in his throat as he resisted the urge to pounce on her. She licked
her lips with excitement at the sight of still another ready drop of lubricant oozing from his cock.
Fire was lashing through Mike's body as he stood in the center of the room staring at his sister. He felt
twenty feet tall as he towered over her, his eyes feasting on her nude voluptuous beauty. Her body was a
picture of wanton lust, painted in shades of tan and white and pink and dark brown. She was spread on
the squalid mat tress like a sacrifice on an altar. His cock felt ready to explode as he admired the
graceful curves and hollows of his blood-kin sister.
"God, you are gorgeous," he whispered hungrily.
"Come," she ordered softly. She slid one hand down her belly, combed her fingers into her dark hairy
vee, pressed one finger into the top of her slit, then pried her hairy labia open to expose her hot, shining,
pink inner recesses. "Come."
Mike tottered across the room toward her and fell to his knees between her gaping thighs. He pressed
his hands against her legs at her knees, then leaned forward and slid his fingers up along her hot flesh.
Her body writhed at his touch, the muscles of her soft belly convulsing visibly. He slid his thumbs up into
the twisting, wiry mass at her crotch. He pressed his thumbs against the soft, yielding lips of her vagina,
then spread them open. She sank her fingers into the mattress at her sides. The pearly bud of her clitoris
gleamed in the harsh light from the bare bulb in the ceiling of the dismal apartment.
Delicately, Mike tweaked that gleaming protrusion with one thumb. With his other he plumbed the
opening of his sister's vagina. Her juices formed a hot, sticky coating on his fingers as he explored the
pink, shining folds of her pussy.
Judy writhed ecstatically under her brother's intimate caresses. Fire blazed through her as he investigated
her most intimate opening. The pressure of his thumb rasping over her clitoris made her whimper
senselessly. The feeling of his other thumb stretching the folds of her vagina as he plumbed her dark hole
made her spread her thighs even more widely.
Hot breath touched her tissues, drying her excited flow of juices into a flaming cold paste. God, he was
going to do it! His tongue touched her clitoris and her hips jerked in mindless response. Her body
bounced and writhed on the mattress as her brother fastened his mouth on her hungry crotch. His hands
slid up the length of her twisting, naked, soft body to cup and fondle the soft mounds of her breasts.
She whimpered hungrily when his mouth left her crotch. His hard, hot body slid upward along hers. With
his elbows braced on either side of her, he continued to mangle her breasts as he slid his chest up past
her tender belly, then up still further to grind his hands down hard on her boobs. Finally he released her
breasts and slid his hands under her shoulders and hauled himself down on her. He pressed the full length
of his muscular frame against hers. Their mouths met in a devouring, demanding, soaking, hungry kiss.
Teeth clashed and tongues dueled as Judy twined her legs with her brother's as he lay between her
waiting thighs.
She felt his cock nestling at the gates of her vagina and held her breath in anticipation. She felt her labia
wedge open as he humped his hips. Her pelvis writhed in expectation as she felt his first delicate
penetration of her inner folds. Her clitoris was being crushed between them into a patch of fire that
seemed to be spreading outward through her entire body.
Never retreating, he pumped his cock into his sister's sex, feeling her hot tissue enfold his shaft.
Judy felt her vagina driven open by her brother's towering organ and wrapped her arms around his
strong body. She hugged him to her, trying to engulf him with her entire being.
"Aaaawww," she growled. "You're so biiiggg."
Mike responded with a wordless, gargling growl as he felt his prick being swallowed by his sister's
clinging, steaming vagina. With a final drive he sank his cock full depth in her juicy hole.
"Oooohhh, Michael," Judy sighed ecstatically. She was stuffed full, glutted with his wonderful phallus.
She felt gorged with cock. But the demanding itch deep in her guts was undeniable evidence that the
best was yet to come.
Mike drew his cock out and powered it back home with a smooth movement of his hips. The feeling of
her hot flesh sliding past the skin of his cock sent fire slashing through his body.
The sensation of being emptied of cock and then filled again with it wrung a mindless cry from Judy. The
impact of Mike's pubic arch cracking her clitoris against her pubic bone was like the flash of a primer in
a bullet.
"Aaaag-g-gain," she urged, frantically clutching his muscular buttocks, spurring him on with her fingernails
in the fleshy cheeks of his ass.
Mike didn't need to be told. He was drawing back already, then ramming his prick home in his sister's
eager belly. He stroked his huge hard cock in the velvety glove of her vagina, feeling her flesh cling to
his, feeling her folds envelop his pistoning cock. He felt the semen pooling in his groin, accumulating for
the final, pulsing, powering thrust deep into her body. He fought down his orgasm, praying that he could
hold back long enough to lift his sister for her own cumming.
Judy's gasping whisper relieved his worry on that score. The years of bottled-up desire for her brother
were exploding through her in an unbelievable climax.
"I'm cumming," she whispered. "I'm cumming, cumming, cumming, cummiiinnnggggg."
Judy's body arched, her heels and shoulders driving into the mattress as her pelvis lifted the mass of her
brother clear in the air. As her orgasm roared through her she tried to take his entire body in through the
small opening of her vagina.
The muscle-straining convulsion of Judy's body was the final stimulus for Mike's lust. His body reacted
explosively, his buttocks convulsing and jerking as he poured his semen into her. Wad after wad of
searing cum bulleted the length of his cock and sprayed deep into his sister's vagina. His body quivered
with the recoil as he filled her with his gooey sperm. His muscles tensing, he did his best to climb right
inside his sister's body as he hosed her insides with his fluids.
The brother and sister on the tattered mattress strained at each other for long, quivering moments, then
slowly slumped in exhaustion as their climaxes faded.
Judy inhaled deeply, her chest aching deliciously from the weight of her beloved brother on her ribs. She
felt the last hesitant quivers of his prick in her body as it drained itself of the final lingering drop of semen.
She hugged him against her, tangled his legs with hers and clung to him as her orgasm slowly faded. She
was exhausted and totally content.
"Jesus!" Mike sighed as he recovered.
"Oh, Mike," Judy sighed ecstatically.
"Christ, you're good," Mike muttered into her hair.
"You were magnificent," Judy told him happily. "Oh, Mike, I love you so much."
"But I'm your brother," Mike mumbled, not lifting his head.
"So what? Aren't I supposed to love my brother?" Judy argued.
"Not this way," Mike muttered woefully. "This is incest."
Judy hugged him tightly. "Incest-shimincest, who cares? Do you realize that I've wanted to have you fuck
me for years?"
Mike pushed up from her, astonished. "You have?"
"Sure I have. I've always had the hots for you. I've always thought you were the handsomest, most
desirable stud around," Judy informed him. All her reservations had been destroyed by the carnal linking
with her brother.
"But it's wrong," Mike insisted.
"So is extortion," Judy pointed out glibly.
Mike lowered himself on her again, hugging her warmly. "Know what?"
"No, what?" Judy asked. She was concentrating on the feel of his cock, shriveled now, barely nestled
between the labia of her pussy.
"I've wanted you, too," he confessed.
"You have?" Judy was astonished.
"Uh huh, I have," Mike assured her.
"But-I thought," Judy stuttered.
"You thought what?"
"I thought you thought I was just a little kid," Judy went on.
"You haven't been a little kid since you were thirteen and started getting tits," Mike retorted. "For a while
there you were always running around the house half-naked. Drove me crazy!"
"I was trying to," Judy admitted, "but you didn't do anything. You always got involved with drippy girls
like Cynthia instead."
"Cynthia's not drippy," Mike argued.
Judy wriggled under her brother, thrusting with her pelvis. "Is she as good as I am?"
As he rolled off Judy, Mike admitted that she wasn't. "But she's not bad," he added quickly.
Judy stretched out on her back, arching her spine gracefully as she posed delectably for her brother.
"She's skinny," Judy noted maliciously.
Mike ran his eyes down the lush, nude length of Judy's body. Her breasts were begging for more
attention. Without really thinking about it, he reached out and cupped one pink and white mound with his
hand. As he thumbed Judy's nipple, he answered. "Compared with you she is."
Judy let her eyes close, loving the sensation of having her body fondled by her brother. Warm trickles of
fire seeped through her as he tortured her tit. With the knee away from her brother bent, her other leg
straight, she knew her sex was open to him.
"How's Paul?" Mike asked as he toyed with Judy's naked body, pinching and rolling her nipple with his
fingers.
"Mmmmm? He's okay," Judy answered. "But you're better. "Ohhh." She sighed happily as he tormented
her nipple.
"God, you are beautiful," Mike sighed, leaning forward. His mouth found her tit and he kissed the
rubbery bud of her nipple. He tugged on it with his lips. Then he ran his tongue around it, bathing it with
saliva.
As Judy let her head roll, her dark curly hair fanned out on the mattress. Lust was penetrating deep into
her bones, setting her soul afire. Blindly, she reached over in the direction of Mike's crotch. She fumbled
through the soggy, matted kinks of his pubic hair and located his semi-erect penis. Curling her fingers
around it she felt a sticky crust on his warm flesh from their first coupling. As she squeezed the rubbery
cylinder she felt his organ growing in her fingers. Slowly and gently she pumped her hand up and down
on her brother's cock.
Mike was suckling happily on Judy's breast. Opening his mouth wide, he tried to suck her entire full, firm
breast into his mouth. His teeth nicked her delicate flesh. Closing his mouth, he trapped her nipple
between his teeth, then battered the resilient tip with his tongue.
Judy's chest heaved in response to the attack. Her head rolled and she sucked in her stomach as the
fires in her belly blazed higher. She pumped Mike's cock in her fist, then squeezed it to test its hardness.
She pressed her fingers against the underside, finding the spot of greatest sensitivity by touch alone and
teasing it with one delicate fingertip. With her fingers closed around the hard penis, she stroked the
sensitive pink glans, smearing a new wave of fluid over the hot flesh. The heat of Mike's blood pouring
into his organ dried the slippery lubricant into a sticky gummy coating between her hand and his
hardening staff.
Still chewing gently on the exciting soft meat of Judy's breast, Mike slid one hand down to her stomach.
She felt her gut suck in involuntarily from the touch. Reaching her navel, he probed the hollow with one
finger, pressing into it deep and hard. Her entire body lurched under the hard probe. Digging his finger
deep in her belly but ton, Mike wiggled it in her guts.
"Oooooaaaww," Judy growled mindlessly. Her fist clenched tightly around the hard shaft of Mike's
bludgeon-like masculine tool.
Mike gnawed on Judy's breast as if he were actually trying to eat it. His jaw muscles clenched as he
resisted the urge to inadvertently bite hard into her tender body. Leaving her navel behind, he slid his
hand down over the soft swell of her belly. He scratched the top curls of her pubic hair. Never lifting his
mouth from her tit, he blindly explored the fringes of her pubic triangle. He stroked his fingers along the
lower border of her body and one thigh, then carefully skipped over her labia to the other side and
dragged his fingers through the indentation upward and back to the top of the vee.
Judy's body lurched and writhed from the delicate exploration. She wanted his hand on her sex, his
fingers pressing her clitoris or driving into her channel. At the same time, she relished his restraint,
relished the way he tortured her by coming so close to the heart of her sex, and yet avoiding it.
She smeared another wave of his thick juices over his cock, massaging them into a paste between her
hand and his hot prick. When she remembered how good his cock had tasted earlier, saliva flooded her
mouth. He was still chewing on her breast, making it feel bruised and abused and adored all at the same
time. That one breast was so engorged with excited blood that she felt lopsided.
Then he lifted his head, leaned over and transferred his attention to her other breast and the blood
streamed into that soft mound, her nipple hardening and jutting into his mouth. His tongue scraped over
her turgid, tender, nerve-filled bud and new flames roared through her.
Mike pressed his hand down on Judy's sex, crushing the curls against the warm mound. He felt her labia
mash to a pulp under his fingers as he cupped her crotch warmly. Her vagina tried to suck his finger
inside, but he didn't want that yet. He wanted to raise her to an even higher point before he gave her
that. Cupping her sex carefully, he massaged her expertly, making his fingers wriggled rhythmically. His
center two fingers threatened to plunge into her body, but he held them back. He ground his palm down
on the arch of her pubic bone. He knew he was crushing her clitoris against that hard arch.
Judy's legs spread wider, her knee dropped sideways to open the heart of her sex to her brother's
exploration. She was still fondling his cock, more carefully now, so as to prevent a premature explosion.
With her other hand she touched the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in the thick brown curls there.
"Oh, Mike," she whispered softly. "Dear, dear Mike."
"MMMmmm," Mike replied, his wordless hum drumming through her body as he kept his mouth
pressed to her breast. Leaning toward her, he pressed the length of his body against her side.
The feel of Mike's warm, strong body pressing against her gave Judy a marvelous feeling. In response
she rolled toward him slightly.
Under the harsh light, brother and sister fondled each other intimately, his hand at her crotch, her hand
gripping his powerful cock. Her small hand was dwarfed by his massive tool. His hand was huge and
solid-looking as it completely covered her pubic vee. His head shifted and moved as he devoured her
breast.
Then, slowly and tantalizingly, one of his fingers vanished into the dark, wet opening of her sex. He
drove his longest finger deep into his sister's soggy opening, sinking it out of sight in her vagina.
Judy's head rolled and twisted as she felt her body being invaded by his finger. It was small, so much
smaller than the cock she wanted, knew she was going to get. But that single finger probing the heart of
her sex was wonderful, capable of things no cock could do.
Mike wiggled his finger deep in the hot, clinging, wet folds of Judy's channel. He pressed his hand down
on her sex hard, trying to touch bottom with the tip of his finger though he knew that was impossible. He
wiggled his finger hard in that drenching socket. His other fingers were back between her buttocks and
he dug them into the soft pliable flesh there and again tried to touch bottom in her vagina. Her crotch was
soaked, hot, and sticky with her juices and the overflow from his original cumming in her.
Judy couldn't take it any longer. She had to have more in her. Just a finger probing her vagina wasn't
enough. She rolled toward her brother without releasing his cock. Forcing his head up and away from
her breast, she pressed the warm, soft length of her body against his. She threw one thigh over his hips
and maneuvered her hips toward his.
Their hands were trapped between them as they came together. At last Mike withdrew his sticky fingers
from her crotch and Judy guided the head of his cock to her now empty opening. She squirmed her hips
down on the curving point of his ready phallus before letting go of it. Then she yielded to a wanton
impulse and slipped two experienced fingers into the upper end of her crevice. Finding her clitoris, she
rolled it against the bone backdrop it had, while working Mike's prick up into her vagina.
Lying on their sides, the two teenagers coupled again, Mike's cock sinking deep into his sister's hot, wet
opening. Her hand was trapped between the sticky, wet hairy tangles of their crotches. Her fingertips
worked at her clitoris, rolling and pinching that miniature penis, her knuckles digging into Mike's body as
they moved.
Mike moved, driving his cock deep into Judy's body. The feel of her hand between them as she played
with herself was an incredibly erotic sensation. He didn't know if it was the knowledge of what she was
doing to herself, or the feel of her knuckles digging in to his own groin that was so great. It didn't matter.
All that mattered was that he was sunk in her and she was engulfing him and they were linked again,
siamesed by his cock in her guts.
Mike shifted, sliding his cock almost all the way out, then driving it deep into her pussy again. His body
crushed her hand against her, and still she managed to wriggle the tips of her fingers in insane stimulation
of her clit.
Judy's body was bathed in fire. She didn't know what had led her to start stimulating her own clitoris.
But now that she was doing it, the sensation was magnificent. The feeling of his cock in her belly was a
magical fullness. The pinching and rolling she was giving her own clitoris was better than simple
intercourse could ever be. And this wasn't the simple, mindless pinching of her clit between two pubic
arches, this was a sophisticated torture of her nerve-filled little button.
But it took concentration, too much concentration. Her mind was sinking into a fog of total pleasure.
Finally, what she needed more than her fingers on her clit was her brother's entire cock buried full-depth
in her vagina. Her hand was in the way. She wrestled it out of the trap between her and Mike, drove it
under his side and clutched at him as she jammed her hips for ward to spit herself more completely on
his prick.
Mike pounded his cock in Judy's vagina, pistoning harder and harder. With her hand out from between
them he was able to press his entire body tightly against hers, crushing her breasts flat against his chest.
The two youngsters struggled against each other in a carnal reverse of a tug-of-war, striving to make
their two bodies one. Judy clawed at her brother's back as he rammed his masculine spear into her guts.
She tried her best to get herself run through on that powerful tower.
She felt Mike stiffen and ram at her harder and pulled him tight against herself as he climaxed. Her own
orgasm roared through her, a tidal wave of pleasure that burst over her consciousness. Mike poured his
semen into her belly, his body convulsing with every powerful shot. Se men oozed from around his prick
to form a thick glue between them, sticking their warm bodies together, even as their exhausted muscles
were slumping into quivering relaxation.
Judy clung tightly to Mike until his prick was a withered remnant nestled between the lips of her pussy.
Then she rolled onto her back and savored the feeling of cum drying on her thighs and belly. She felt her
brother roll onto his back. Side by side they lay on the mattress, their eyes closed, their chests heaving
with exhaustion.
"Mike?" she ventured at last.
"Hmmmm?"
"When this is all over, when we have the money, let's go away together."
"Mmmm," Mike replied noncommittally.
"With our share we could go far away, where no one knew we were brother and sister, couldn't we?"
she asked.
"Maybe," Mike admitted.
"We couldn't get married," Judy mused. "They ask for birth certificates and junk like that. But we could
live together just like we were married, couldn't we?"
"Uh huh," Mike agreed.
"Well, would you like to?" Judy asked.
"What about Paul and Cynthia and Harry?" Mike asked.
"What about them?" Judy answered. "We can dump them."
"But we need their help," Mike replied.
"Right now we do," Judy acknowledged. "But when it's all over we won't.
They can go their way, and we can go ours. Right?"
"I guess so," Mike agreed. He struggled to his feet. "I've got to be going. I just came by to see how you
were."
"I'm fine, now," Judy assured him, getting to her feet. "I'll need some groceries tomorrow, though. Milk
and bread and peanut butter at least."
Mike fastened his belt. "I'll have Paul bring them by."
"Couldn't you do it?" Judy asked unhappily. Mike shook his head. "No. We're hitting 'em with the first
ransom note tonight and they'll be watching me too closely. I'll come as soon as I can."
"Okay," Judy agreed unhappily. She didn't bother to reach for the raincoat, folding her arms under her
breasts. "How about some clothes, too?"
"I'll see what I can do," Mike answered. He looked at her adoringly.
"God, you are beautiful."
"Oh, Mike, I love you," Judy exclaimed, throwing herself into his arms.
"I love you, too, Sis," he answered, wrapping his arms around her. After a long clinging moment, he
pushed her away.
"One thing," he cautioned.
"What's that?"
"Don't let Paul or Cynthia or Harry get wind of this or the whole deal could go sour. Okay? Until we've
actually got the cash in hand we'll have to play it very, very cool. Understand?"
"I understand."
"Good." Mike sighed. "I'll have Paul come by tomorrow with the food, and some clothes, if possible."
Judy stared at the closed door for a moment, then strolled languidly back to the mattress. It had a large
wet stain. Ignoring that, she lay on her back, arms behind her head, a smile on her lips. In moments she
was asleep.
A slow trickle of cum oozed from her vagina to add to the wet spot on the makeshift bed.
The sudden, unexpected sound of footsteps on the stairs made Judy halt her nervous pacing and turn
pale. She clutched at the neck of the rain coat that was her only clothing. It was the third tense day of
hiding. Until now the only sounds had been those she had made, the relentless drip-drip-drip of the
decaying plumbing, and the mysterious and ominous rustling and gnawing sounds in the walls.
During the first terrifying night alone in the abandoned building, Judy had cursed the plot that had put her
there. The entire project was in sane. Worse, by the time it was over, Judy was certain she herself would
be insane.
Only the thought of what awaited her if she backed out kept her from leaving the apartment. The "Old
Bastard" as she and Mike invariably referred to their stepfather, had no hesitations regarding corporal
punishment. He applied his cane mercilessly for the slightest infraction. Staying out all night would have
earned Judy a monumental beating, and no excuse would have been accepted, not even being
kidnapped.
So, after that first night in the hideout, Judy was committed. Only the completion of the kidnapping hoax
would get her off the hook. They had to convince the Old Bastard that she had really been kidnapped
and was being held for ransom.
And if it was anyone other than one of her compatriots climbing the stairs at this point, the thing was
ended before it really got started. There was a soft knocking on the door and Judy stifled a scream.
"Who is it?" she called out in a strangled voice.
"It's me, Mike," her brother replied, his voice muffled, but recognizable through the old door.
"Mike!" Judy squeaked, flying to the door, ignoring the way her raincoat flew open to expose her naked
body. Her fingers were clumsy as she fumbled with the bolt, then slid the chain free. Jerking the door
open, she flew into her brother's arms, pressing herself against him fiercely, her raincoat open, her bare
body molded against him from neck to thigh.
Mike wrapped one arm around her, under the raincoat, and carried her back inside. Kicking the door
closed, he wrapped his other arm around her. Their kiss turned abruptly from one of platonic
brother-sister innocence to one of flaming, unbridled passion. Judy's body flamed with unexpected,
incredible lust as she pressed her nude body against her brother's clothed one. Opening her thighs, she
trapped one of his legs between them, driving her crotch against the hard muscles of his leg. She
writhed, grinding her naked, firm, young breasts against his hard chest, scrubbing her crotch painfully on
his thigh. She drove her tongue deep in his mouth, savoring his taste, exploring his teeth, dueling with his
tongue. She felt a hard knot growing against her belly and knew it was her brother's erection.
Mike's lust exploded into flame almost as quickly as his sister's had. His cock hardened with lightning
speed, straightening and stiffening painfully in his tight blue jeans. Judy's body was warm in his arms, her
skin soft and silken under his exploring hands. He stroked his fingers down the length of her naked back
under the raincoat, relishing the broad expanse of naked skin. Automatically, his hands found her lush
buttocks, cupped and squeezed them, dragged her hips against his body. He could feel her soft, but
firm, breasts like twin pillows against his chest. Through his T-shirt he could feel the hard knots of her
nipples digging into him.
Judy released her brother just long enough to shed the raincoat. Then she was again engulfing him with
her arms, clinging to him with her long, sleek legs. The cool air of the room touched her naked body
intimately, emphasizing the hot roughness of her brother's body against hers. His belt buckle was cold
and sharp against her tender belly as she tried to mold herself to every angular contour of his frame. His
fingers digging into her ass were glorious confirmation of the desire he had for her.
She had to touch his naked skin. She clutched at his T-shirt, hauling it up to bare his hard belly and
strong chest, bunching it under his muscular arms. Then she ran her fingers over the hard ridges of
muscle in his back, scratched her nails down the line of his backbone. His grip tightened on her, his
fingers digging into her soft flesh, his hips jamming forward to ram the hardness of his erect cock into her
tender stomach.
When she moved to drag his T-shirt up over his shoulders and head, he released her and lifted his arms.
In a second she had him stripped to the waist. His hands clamped down on the soft, yielding mounds of
her breasts as she attacked his belt buckle with one hand. With the other she was measuring the size of
the erection buried in his pants. His belt open, she unbuttoned the single button on his pants, then ran the
zipper down ward, watching eagerly as the fly of his blue jeans spread open. His cock tipped outward,
freed from its painful confinement, but still concealed by his underpants. Those underpants were strained
by his powerful erection, and were clinging so tightly to his enormous prick that she could see the
contours of its head, even the groove where it joined the shaft of his ready phallus. There was a dark
wet stain where the material was stretched over the curving point of his prick.
Unhesitatingly, though hunger was making her shake uncontrollably, Judy pried her thumbs into the
waistband of her brother's underpants. She hauled the elastic outward to clear the thrust of his hard
cock. She shoved his underpants and jeans down in a ruthless tangle to expose his spearing shaft. She
forced his clothes in a tangle down his muscular thighs, her eyes fastened on his prick.
It was gorgeous! A tower of blood-engorged muscle and gristle, a sculptured pale ivory tower capped
with a curving pink glans. Like a jewel, gleaming at its tip, was a glittering drop of excited juice.
Judy tenderly stroked her fingers up the underside of her brother's prick, feeling the velvet soft skin shift
over the iron-hard interior. Her fingers reached the tip, and she let it drop. It swung inches in front of her
bare midriff. The shining drop clung to her fingertips and formed a glittering chain that linked her with her
brother.
The delicate touch of Judy's fingers on Mike's cock sent an earthquake of lust hammering through him.
His pulse drummed in his ears. He massaged the firm mounds of his sister's breasts, warm and soft and
delectable in his hands. Her pink nipples prodded at him, demanding attention. While he toyed delicately
with her tender little buds, he feasted his eyes on the rest of her naked beauty. Her torso, tan and trim,
tapered to a small waist. Then, below the hollow of her navel, her body swelled outward in womanly
curves that belied her sixteen years. Her belly curved inward, then there was the arch of her mons, then
the thick bush of dark curling hair, and the deep, secret, dark vee between her lush thighs.
"God, you're beautiful," Mike whispered hoarsely.
"So are you," Judy answered huskily, her eyes still fastened on the cock she was fondling. She was going
to have that marvelous shaft sunk in her hot vagina-soon. But right now she wanted to torment herself by
resisting the fiery lust burning through her body. She wanted to torment her brother and assure herself
that his desire for her was as great as her desire for him.
Kneeling humbly in front of her brother, Judy helped him out of his shoes and socks, then hauled his
pants and underpants off. That done, she sat back on her heels, her gaze fastening again on his erect
prick as it bobbed in front of her face. She knew he was staring down at her and sat with her back very
straight to make her breasts, with their pert pink caps, stand out proudly. She knew he was looking
between her sleek thighs at the dark mass of her pubic hair.
Slowly and tantalizingly, she spread her legs to let him see a little more of the secret, exciting dark bush.
With her arms at her sides, she posed deliberately for him for a long exciting time. His cock swelled and
pulsed with desire for her in visible confirmation of her power over him.
Then she broke the pose to reach forward and place her hands on his hairy thighs. She ran her hands
upward, directly toward the goal of her desire. Her thumbs dipped between his legs, slipped between his
scrotum and the insides of his thighs to dandle and massage his balls in their dark sac, then press inward
and upward against the base of his cock.
She gripped the foundation of his powerful erection, steadying the towering pole bobbing in front of her
face. She lifted it as she leaned to ward him. Spearing her tongue out, she tasted the hot metallic juice
oozing from the slit of his hard prick. She licked at the rounded knob, bathed it with her tongue. Then
she licked the shaft, moving slowly downward toward the base along the underside of the warm,
rock-hard rod.
Lapping happily she bathed his entire cock with her tongue as if it were a popsicle. When the entire
length of his phallus gleamed with her saliva, she took the head between her lips. Sucking eagerly, she
spitted her head on his power-laden cock as tangible proof of her limitless devotion to him. She felt his
hands on her head, relished the sensation of his fingers tangling in her thick, dark hair as she sucked his
cock.
But this wasn't the way it was going to be, not this first time. She wasn't going to take her brother's load
of steaming, thick semen in her stomach, she was going to have it poured into her vagina. Spitting his
cock out, she drew back and struggled to her feet. Deliberately, slowly, her legs shaking with lust, she
backed away from him toward the mattress. She lay back on the mattress, her legs spread, her knees
bent, giving him an unhindered view of her gleaming slit. Sliding her hands up her sleek, tan torso, she
tormented her own pale breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples.
From halfway across the room she could see the hot gleam of lust in her brother's eyes. She relished the
twitching cords of muscle that stood out in his throat as he resisted the urge to pounce on her. She licked
her lips with excitement at the sight of still another ready drop of lubricant oozing from his cock.
Fire was lashing through Mike's body as he stood in the center of the room staring at his sister. He felt
twenty feet tall as he towered over her, his eyes feasting on her nude voluptuous beauty. Her body was a
picture of wanton lust, painted in shades of tan and white and pink and dark brown. She was spread on
the squalid mat tress like a sacrifice on an altar. His cock felt ready to explode as he admired the
graceful curves and hollows of his blood-kin sister.
"God, you are gorgeous," he whispered hungrily.
"Come," she ordered softly. She slid one hand down her belly, combed her fingers into her dark hairy
vee, pressed one finger into the top of her slit, then pried her hairy labia open to expose her hot, shining,
pink inner recesses. "Come."
Mike tottered across the room toward her and fell to his knees between her gaping thighs. He pressed
his hands against her legs at her knees, then leaned forward and slid his fingers up along her hot flesh.
Her body writhed at his touch, the muscles of her soft belly convulsing visibly. He slid his thumbs up into
the twisting, wiry mass at her crotch. He pressed his thumbs against the soft, yielding lips of her vagina,
then spread them open. She sank her fingers into the mattress at her sides. The pearly bud of her clitoris
gleamed in the harsh light from the bare bulb in the ceiling of the dismal apartment.
Delicately, Mike tweaked that gleaming protrusion with one thumb. With his other he plumbed the
opening of his sister's vagina. Her juices formed a hot, sticky coating on his fingers as he explored the
pink, shining folds of her pussy.
Judy writhed ecstatically under her brother's intimate caresses. Fire blazed through her as he investigated
her most intimate opening. The pressure of his thumb rasping over her clitoris made her whimper
senselessly. The feeling of his other thumb stretching the folds of her vagina as he plumbed her dark hole
made her spread her thighs even more widely.
Hot breath touched her tissues, drying her excited flow of juices into a flaming cold paste. God, he was
going to do it! His tongue touched her clitoris and her hips jerked in mindless response. Her body
bounced and writhed on the mattress as her brother fastened his mouth on her hungry crotch. His hands
slid up the length of her twisting, naked, soft body to cup and fondle the soft mounds of her breasts.
She whimpered hungrily when his mouth left her crotch. His hard, hot body slid upward along hers. With
his elbows braced on either side of her, he continued to mangle her breasts as he slid his chest up past
her tender belly, then up still further to grind his hands down hard on her boobs. Finally he released her
breasts and slid his hands under her shoulders and hauled himself down on her. He pressed the full length
of his muscular frame against hers. Their mouths met in a devouring, demanding, soaking, hungry kiss.
Teeth clashed and tongues dueled as Judy twined her legs with her brother's as he lay between her
waiting thighs.
She felt his cock nestling at the gates of her vagina and held her breath in anticipation. She felt her labia
wedge open as he humped his hips. Her pelvis writhed in expectation as she felt his first delicate
penetration of her inner folds. Her clitoris was being crushed between them into a patch of fire that
seemed to be spreading outward through her entire body.
Never retreating, he pumped his cock into his sister's sex, feeling her hot tissue enfold his shaft.
Judy felt her vagina driven open by her brother's towering organ and wrapped her arms around his
strong body. She hugged him to her, trying to engulf him with her entire being.
"Aaaawww," she growled. "You're so biiiggg."
Mike responded with a wordless, gargling growl as he felt his prick being swallowed by his sister's
clinging, steaming vagina. With a final drive he sank his cock full depth in her juicy hole.
"Oooohhh, Michael," Judy sighed ecstatically. She was stuffed full, glutted with his wonderful phallus.
She felt gorged with cock. But the demanding itch deep in her guts was undeniable evidence that the
best was yet to come.
Mike drew his cock out and powered it back home with a smooth movement of his hips. The feeling of
her hot flesh sliding past the skin of his cock sent fire slashing through his body.
The sensation of being emptied of cock and then filled again with it wrung a mindless cry from Judy. The
impact of Mike's pubic arch cracking her clitoris against her pubic bone was like the flash of a primer in
a bullet.
"Aaaag-g-gain," she urged, frantically clutching his muscular buttocks, spurring him on with her fingernails
in the fleshy cheeks of his ass.
Mike didn't need to be told. He was drawing back already, then ramming his prick home in his sister's
eager belly. He stroked his huge hard cock in the velvety glove of her vagina, feeling her flesh cling to
his, feeling her folds envelop his pistoning cock. He felt the semen pooling in his groin, accumulating for
the final, pulsing, powering thrust deep into her body. He fought down his orgasm, praying that he could
hold back long enough to lift his sister for her own cumming.
Judy's gasping whisper relieved his worry on that score. The years of bottled-up desire for her brother
were exploding through her in an unbelievable climax.
"I'm cumming," she whispered. "I'm cumming, cumming, cumming, cummiiinnnggggg."
Judy's body arched, her heels and shoulders driving into the mattress as her pelvis lifted the mass of her
brother clear in the air. As her orgasm roared through her she tried to take his entire body in through the
small opening of her vagina.
The muscle-straining convulsion of Judy's body was the final stimulus for Mike's lust. His body reacted
explosively, his buttocks convulsing and jerking as he poured his semen into her. Wad after wad of
searing cum bulleted the length of his cock and sprayed deep into his sister's vagina. His body quivered
with the recoil as he filled her with his gooey sperm. His muscles tensing, he did his best to climb right
inside his sister's body as he hosed her insides with his fluids.
The brother and sister on the tattered mattress strained at each other for long, quivering moments, then
slowly slumped in exhaustion as their climaxes faded.
Judy inhaled deeply, her chest aching deliciously from the weight of her beloved brother on her ribs. She
felt the last hesitant quivers of his prick in her body as it drained itself of the final lingering drop of semen.
She hugged him against her, tangled his legs with hers and clung to him as her orgasm slowly faded. She
was exhausted and totally content.
"Jesus!" Mike sighed as he recovered.
"Oh, Mike," Judy sighed ecstatically.
"Christ, you're good," Mike muttered into her hair.
"You were magnificent," Judy told him happily. "Oh, Mike, I love you so much."
"But I'm your brother," Mike mumbled, not lifting his head.
"So what? Aren't I supposed to love my brother?" Judy argued.
"Not this way," Mike muttered woefully. "This is incest."
Judy hugged him tightly. "Incest-shimincest, who cares? Do you realize that I've wanted to have you fuck
me for years?"
Mike pushed up from her, astonished. "You have?"
"Sure I have. I've always had the hots for you. I've always thought you were the handsomest, most
desirable stud around," Judy informed him. All her reservations had been destroyed by the carnal linking
with her brother.
"But it's wrong," Mike insisted.
"So is extortion," Judy pointed out glibly.
Mike lowered himself on her again, hugging her warmly. "Know what?"
"No, what?" Judy asked. She was concentrating on the feel of his cock, shriveled now, barely nestled
between the labia of her pussy.
"I've wanted you, too," he confessed.
"You have?" Judy was astonished.
"Uh huh, I have," Mike assured her.
"But-I thought," Judy stuttered.
"You thought what?"
"I thought you thought I was just a little kid," Judy went on.
"You haven't been a little kid since you were thirteen and started getting tits," Mike retorted. "For a while
there you were always running around the house half-naked. Drove me crazy!"
"I was trying to," Judy admitted, "but you didn't do anything. You always got involved with drippy girls
like Cynthia instead."
"Cynthia's not drippy," Mike argued.
Judy wriggled under her brother, thrusting with her pelvis. "Is she as good as I am?"
As he rolled off Judy, Mike admitted that she wasn't. "But she's not bad," he added quickly.
Judy stretched out on her back, arching her spine gracefully as she posed delectably for her brother.
"She's skinny," Judy noted maliciously.
Mike ran his eyes down the lush, nude length of Judy's body. Her breasts were begging for more
attention. Without really thinking about it, he reached out and cupped one pink and white mound with his
hand. As he thumbed Judy's nipple, he answered. "Compared with you she is."
Judy let her eyes close, loving the sensation of having her body fondled by her brother. Warm trickles of
fire seeped through her as he tortured her tit. With the knee away from her brother bent, her other leg
straight, she knew her sex was open to him.
"How's Paul?" Mike asked as he toyed with Judy's naked body, pinching and rolling her nipple with his
fingers.
"Mmmmm? He's okay," Judy answered. "But you're better. "Ohhh." She sighed happily as he tormented
her nipple.
"God, you are beautiful," Mike sighed, leaning forward. His mouth found her tit and he kissed the
rubbery bud of her nipple. He tugged on it with his lips. Then he ran his tongue around it, bathing it with
saliva.
As Judy let her head roll, her dark curly hair fanned out on the mattress. Lust was penetrating deep into
her bones, setting her soul afire. Blindly, she reached over in the direction of Mike's crotch. She fumbled
through the soggy, matted kinks of his pubic hair and located his semi-erect penis. Curling her fingers
around it she felt a sticky crust on his warm flesh from their first coupling. As she squeezed the rubbery
cylinder she felt his organ growing in her fingers. Slowly and gently she pumped her hand up and down
on her brother's cock.
Mike was suckling happily on Judy's breast. Opening his mouth wide, he tried to suck her entire full, firm
breast into his mouth. His teeth nicked her delicate flesh. Closing his mouth, he trapped her nipple
between his teeth, then battered the resilient tip with his tongue.
Judy's chest heaved in response to the attack. Her head rolled and she sucked in her stomach as the
fires in her belly blazed higher. She pumped Mike's cock in her fist, then squeezed it to test its hardness.
She pressed her fingers against the underside, finding the spot of greatest sensitivity by touch alone and
teasing it with one delicate fingertip. With her fingers closed around the hard penis, she stroked the
sensitive pink glans, smearing a new wave of fluid over the hot flesh. The heat of Mike's blood pouring
into his organ dried the slippery lubricant into a sticky gummy coating between her hand and his
hardening staff.
Still chewing gently on the exciting soft meat of Judy's breast, Mike slid one hand down to her stomach.
She felt her gut suck in involuntarily from the touch. Reaching her navel, he probed the hollow with one
finger, pressing into it deep and hard. Her entire body lurched under the hard probe. Digging his finger
deep in her belly but ton, Mike wiggled it in her guts.
"Oooooaaaww," Judy growled mindlessly. Her fist clenched tightly around the hard shaft of Mike's
bludgeon-like masculine tool.
Mike gnawed on Judy's breast as if he were actually trying to eat it. His jaw muscles clenched as he
resisted the urge to inadvertently bite hard into her tender body. Leaving her navel behind, he slid his
hand down over the soft swell of her belly. He scratched the top curls of her pubic hair. Never lifting his
mouth from her tit, he blindly explored the fringes of her pubic triangle. He stroked his fingers along the
lower border of her body and one thigh, then carefully skipped over her labia to the other side and
dragged his fingers through the indentation upward and back to the top of the vee.
Judy's body lurched and writhed from the delicate exploration. She wanted his hand on her sex, his
fingers pressing her clitoris or driving into her channel. At the same time, she relished his restraint,
relished the way he tortured her by coming so close to the heart of her sex, and yet avoiding it.
She smeared another wave of his thick juices over his cock, massaging them into a paste between her
hand and his hot prick. When she remembered how good his cock had tasted earlier, saliva flooded her
mouth. He was still chewing on her breast, making it feel bruised and abused and adored all at the same
time. That one breast was so engorged with excited blood that she felt lopsided.
Then he lifted his head, leaned over and transferred his attention to her other breast and the blood
streamed into that soft mound, her nipple hardening and jutting into his mouth. His tongue scraped over
her turgid, tender, nerve-filled bud and new flames roared through her.
Mike pressed his hand down on Judy's sex, crushing the curls against the warm mound. He felt her labia
mash to a pulp under his fingers as he cupped her crotch warmly. Her vagina tried to suck his finger
inside, but he didn't want that yet. He wanted to raise her to an even higher point before he gave her
that. Cupping her sex carefully, he massaged her expertly, making his fingers wriggled rhythmically. His
center two fingers threatened to plunge into her body, but he held them back. He ground his palm down
on the arch of her pubic bone. He knew he was crushing her clitoris against that hard arch.
Judy's legs spread wider, her knee dropped sideways to open the heart of her sex to her brother's
exploration. She was still fondling his cock, more carefully now, so as to prevent a premature explosion.
With her other hand she touched the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in the thick brown curls there.
"Oh, Mike," she whispered softly. "Dear, dear Mike."
"MMMmmm," Mike replied, his wordless hum drumming through her body as he kept his mouth
pressed to her breast. Leaning toward her, he pressed the length of his body against her side.
The feel of Mike's warm, strong body pressing against her gave Judy a marvelous feeling. In response
she rolled toward him slightly.
Under the harsh light, brother and sister fondled each other intimately, his hand at her crotch, her hand
gripping his powerful cock. Her small hand was dwarfed by his massive tool. His hand was huge and
solid-looking as it completely covered her pubic vee. His head shifted and moved as he devoured her
breast.
Then, slowly and tantalizingly, one of his fingers vanished into the dark, wet opening of her sex. He
drove his longest finger deep into his sister's soggy opening, sinking it out of sight in her vagina.
Judy's head rolled and twisted as she felt her body being invaded by his finger. It was small, so much
smaller than the cock she wanted, knew she was going to get. But that single finger probing the heart of
her sex was wonderful, capable of things no cock could do.
Mike wiggled his finger deep in the hot, clinging, wet folds of Judy's channel. He pressed his hand down
on her sex hard, trying to touch bottom with the tip of his finger though he knew that was impossible. He
wiggled his finger hard in that drenching socket. His other fingers were back between her buttocks and
he dug them into the soft pliable flesh there and again tried to touch bottom in her vagina. Her crotch was
soaked, hot, and sticky with her juices and the overflow from his original cumming in her.
Judy couldn't take it any longer. She had to have more in her. Just a finger probing her vagina wasn't
enough. She rolled toward her brother without releasing his cock. Forcing his head up and away from
her breast, she pressed the warm, soft length of her body against his. She threw one thigh over his hips
and maneuvered her hips toward his.
Their hands were trapped between them as they came together. At last Mike withdrew his sticky fingers
from her crotch and Judy guided the head of his cock to her now empty opening. She squirmed her hips
down on the curving point of his ready phallus before letting go of it. Then she yielded to a wanton
impulse and slipped two experienced fingers into the upper end of her crevice. Finding her clitoris, she
rolled it against the bone backdrop it had, while working Mike's prick up into her vagina.
Lying on their sides, the two teenagers coupled again, Mike's cock sinking deep into his sister's hot, wet
opening. Her hand was trapped between the sticky, wet hairy tangles of their crotches. Her fingertips
worked at her clitoris, rolling and pinching that miniature penis, her knuckles digging into Mike's body as
they moved.
Mike moved, driving his cock deep into Judy's body. The feel of her hand between them as she played
with herself was an incredibly erotic sensation. He didn't know if it was the knowledge of what she was
doing to herself, or the feel of her knuckles digging in to his own groin that was so great. It didn't matter.
All that mattered was that he was sunk in her and she was engulfing him and they were linked again,
siamesed by his cock in her guts.
Mike shifted, sliding his cock almost all the way out, then driving it deep into her pussy again. His body
crushed her hand against her, and still she managed to wriggle the tips of her fingers in insane stimulation
of her clit.
Judy's body was bathed in fire. She didn't know what had led her to start stimulating her own clitoris.
But now that she was doing it, the sensation was magnificent. The feeling of his cock in her belly was a
magical fullness. The pinching and rolling she was giving her own clitoris was better than simple
intercourse could ever be. And this wasn't the simple, mindless pinching of her clit between two pubic
arches, this was a sophisticated torture of her nerve-filled little button.
But it took concentration, too much concentration. Her mind was sinking into a fog of total pleasure.
Finally, what she needed more than her fingers on her clit was her brother's entire cock buried full-depth
in her vagina. Her hand was in the way. She wrestled it out of the trap between her and Mike, drove it
under his side and clutched at him as she jammed her hips for ward to spit herself more completely on
his prick.
Mike pounded his cock in Judy's vagina, pistoning harder and harder. With her hand out from between
them he was able to press his entire body tightly against hers, crushing her breasts flat against his chest.
The two youngsters struggled against each other in a carnal reverse of a tug-of-war, striving to make
their two bodies one. Judy clawed at her brother's back as he rammed his masculine spear into her guts.
She tried her best to get herself run through on that powerful tower.
She felt Mike stiffen and ram at her harder and pulled him tight against herself as he climaxed. Her own
orgasm roared through her, a tidal wave of pleasure that burst over her consciousness. Mike poured his
semen into her belly, his body convulsing with every powerful shot. Se men oozed from around his prick
to form a thick glue between them, sticking their warm bodies together, even as their exhausted muscles
were slumping into quivering relaxation.
Judy clung tightly to Mike until his prick was a withered remnant nestled between the lips of her pussy.
Then she rolled onto her back and savored the feeling of cum drying on her thighs and belly. She felt her
brother roll onto his back. Side by side they lay on the mattress, their eyes closed, their chests heaving
with exhaustion.
"Mike?" she ventured at last.
"Hmmmm?"
"When this is all over, when we have the money, let's go away together."
"Mmmm," Mike replied noncommittally.
"With our share we could go far away, where no one knew we were brother and sister, couldn't we?"
she asked.
"Maybe," Mike admitted.
"We couldn't get married," Judy mused. "They ask for birth certificates and junk like that. But we could
live together just like we were married, couldn't we?"
"Uh huh," Mike agreed.
"Well, would you like to?" Judy asked.
"What about Paul and Cynthia and Harry?" Mike asked.
"What about them?" Judy answered. "We can dump them."
"But we need their help," Mike replied.
"Right now we do," Judy acknowledged. "But when it's all over we won't.
They can go their way, and we can go ours. Right?"
"I guess so," Mike agreed. He struggled to his feet. "I've got to be going. I just came by to see how you
were."
"I'm fine, now," Judy assured him, getting to her feet. "I'll need some groceries tomorrow, though. Milk
and bread and peanut butter at least."
Mike fastened his belt. "I'll have Paul bring them by."
"Couldn't you do it?" Judy asked unhappily. Mike shook his head. "No. We're hitting 'em with the first
ransom note tonight and they'll be watching me too closely. I'll come as soon as I can."
"Okay," Judy agreed unhappily. She didn't bother to reach for the raincoat, folding her arms under her
breasts. "How about some clothes, too?"
"I'll see what I can do," Mike answered. He looked at her adoringly.
"God, you are beautiful."
"Oh, Mike, I love you," Judy exclaimed, throwing herself into his arms.
"I love you, too, Sis," he answered, wrapping his arms around her. After a long clinging moment, he
pushed her away.
"One thing," he cautioned.
"What's that?"
"Don't let Paul or Cynthia or Harry get wind of this or the whole deal could go sour. Okay? Until we've
actually got the cash in hand we'll have to play it very, very cool. Understand?"
"I understand."
"Good." Mike sighed. "I'll have Paul come by tomorrow with the food, and some clothes, if possible."
Judy stared at the closed door for a moment, then strolled languidly back to the mattress. It had a large
wet stain. Ignoring that, she lay on her back, arms behind her head, a smile on her lips. In moments she
was asleep.
A slow trickle of cum oozed from her vagina to add to the wet spot on the makeshift bed.