The onset of puberty inevitably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a child's inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper perspective with internalized standards and parentally prescribed teachings.
For some, the transition occurs with relative ease. For others, the change is marked by tension and anxiety, and a growing awareness that their world is not shaping up as expected.
For Emily Ferguson, puberty is an especially confusing time. Increasingly aware of sex, she is disturbed to find that the focus of her sexual fantasies is her brother. And when she discovers that others not only have these feelings, but also act upon them, she is even more confused.
GANGING UP ON BROTHER is the story of an average teen-age girl's struggle to make that difficult transition into adulthood, a quiet struggle inexorably leading her onward to maturity. It is a reminder of the pitfalls standing in the way of those growing up.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Emily! You can't believe what I've got!" said Bonny Dexter.
Emily put her books in her locker and glanced into the small mirror she'd hung on the inside of the door. Her freckles were still there. She'd put lemon juice on them that morning but they were still there. She made a face at her reflection as she jerked a comb through her hair. Bonnie looked over her shoulder.
"You don't seem very interested."
"Okay Bonny, what you got?"
Her friend held a small bottle up. "Look! Kama Sutra oil!"
"What's Kama Sutra oil?"
"You don't know what Kama Sutra oil is?" Bonny shook her head. "Well, I'll tell you. People use it to fuck with." Bonny had whispered this and Emily felt a familiar thrill shoot through her body. She stopped combing her hair and looked at the small vial.
"Where'd you get it?" Emily asked. Her red-haired friend bit her lip and grinned.
"My sister had it stashed in the bottom of her underwear drawer."
Emily laughed. Bonny's big sister was not the type to be hiding things in her underwear drawer. She was overweight, wore thick glasses and hardly ever dated. Emily knew that Laura Dexter probably used the stuff on herself. The thought made another fiery thrill tickle through Emily's legs. Her pussy throbbed hotly against the crotch of her panties.
"We'd better get over to the gym" she said, closing her locker. "Miss Colburn doesn't like us to be late getting changed."
Gym period dragged as usual. Miss Colburn had a thing about basketball. She thought that every red-blooded female should become expert at the sport. Sometimes she even fantasized about professional leagues of women playing before packed houses being covered by national media. But Emily always noticed too how much attention her teacher paid to the slim, taut bottoms of her classmates as they bounced up and down the court with that silly ball.
Halfway through a twenty-point game. Emily was accidentally elbowed in the stomach. She feigned more pain than she actually felt and was relieved when Miss Colburn sent her to the shower room to rest for the remainder of the period. She had too much on her mind to concentrate on sports, anyway.
Emily lay on her back on the big table and thought about her mother. Martha was in her forties, remarkably well-preserved and not too bad as a mom when all was considered. But she had the idea that she should get married. And she'd zeroed in on a man Emily and her two sisters couldn't stand. He was a local used car dealer named Merle Hunt. He had dark, oily hair. He smoked huge cigars that stunk up the house something awful. And he talked loud at the supper table. And he had a way of looking at Sandra that made Emily fear for her sister's safety. Sandra: was seventeen and very trusting as a female. She'd trusted her body to a football player her junior year of high school. The next day at school everybody knew how the pretty Ferguson girl could fuck. Of course that was the last Sandra saw of her very first and only lover. Her shame was complete. "I didn't move a muscle," Sandra had complained to Emily afterwards. "That big oaf was too heavy for me to move much."
There were four of them, four kids. Catherine, twenty-five, was attending the local college on a scholarship. She'd started her higher education late but scored high enough grades to win herself monetary support. Mama always chose Cathy when she needed an example for the others.
Then there was Warren, nineteen, who fancied himself a jock of sorts. He was a freshman at Brookstone College. Emily adored him. He had curly brown hair, a sweet smile and had always been Emily's protector when they were younger.
Sandra was next in line at seventeen and Emily the youngest. She was only fourteen with fifteen a few months away.
But it was her mother who worried her most. That man, that awful man! How could he expect to win the love of four children with that cigar and loud talking? Emily would never understand how Martha could put up with him for more than ten minutes at a time.
Emily sat up on the rubdown table and dangled her legs over the edge. She could hear the kids jumping around upstairs. Every so often Miss Colburn's whistle shrilled through the activity and the whole mad charade was begun again. That was when Emily remembered the little bottle of oil Bonny had shown her.
It was funny how she pretended she wasn't going to mess with it. She stripped her gym outfit off slowly and put it away in her locker. Then she turned on the water in one of the shower stalls and left it running while she strolled naked around the room. If anyone came down the stairs she would hear them and could duck into the shower She had half the period to herself. Alone. Naked.
Breathing fast. Emily dug the tiny bottle from her friend's purse. She got on her back on the table again and bent her knees, opening her thighs slightly so that her outer lips pulled apart with a soft snicking sound. Then she shook a tiny amount of the fluid onto her finger.
"Hmmrnmm , smells nice." Emily gingerly touched her crevice, smoothing the slick stuff into the sensitive surfaces. The oil was certainly better than vaseline. Vaseline was pretty gross really. But Emily was a beginner. She'd only touched herself a few times before. And though the friction had felt nice, she'd never managed to attain the devastating paradise Bonny Dexter babbled about. Bonny was a sex fiend.
Emily pushed the oily finger against her cherry and moved around in slow circles. She closed her eyes. Warren was there, his muscular chest rippling. Why Warren? Her very own brother? But she couldn't shake the image. It was a very enjoyable, image. So Emily relaxed her fears and thought o the time she'd seen her brother stepping out of shower with a huge hard-on. She'd only glimpsed it and hurried past in the hall. But that short look was as vivid in her memory as if she'd spent hours noting the details of his anatomy.
Her daydream centered on Warren's cock. She thought of the texture of it, of how she imagined it would be. Smooth, warm, hard. And that streamlined knob at the tip. Like a weird mushroom. She rubbed herself in a different spot. Her clit had risen out of its juicy nest and filled with blood. She worried the tender nubbin until sharp jolts of pleasure made her belly shiver. She was panting now, panting hard. Her small breasts rose and fell as she thought harder about her brother's big cock.
She let her thoughts stray past just looking. Now Warren was bending over her, his cock held up in one hand for her to see. He pushed it closer to her face. Emily saw the thing in complete detail. It looked dark and feverish. She opened her mouth and Warren slid the head over her bottom lip, onto her tongue.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped, gouging her open pussy with both hands. The faint aroma of the sex oil wafted to her nostrils. She could hear the slick sound of her fingers as they clawed the delicate pinkness. And her juices were flooding out, dripping down the underside of her ass, wetting the table.
"Nhhhuuuh!" She straightened her legs, pointed toes gracefully. Her imaginings had gone crazy but Emily knew she couldn't bother to try and control them. Her brother had shoved his cock deeper into her mouth. Or was it her cunt? Maybe both at the same time! Yes! And she was sucking it hungrily while her tight, just broken pussy convulsed around the hot meat. In the gym above. Miss Colburn blew her whistle again. Emily moaned.
She came so quickly that at first she thought she was having some kind of fit. The subtle tickle between her legs had become a beehive of furious pleasure in only a few seconds. Her trim ass thudded against the tabletop as she pumped against her fingers. Hot butter surged from her cunt. She writhed on the hard surface, crying out words she rarely even thought, much less said.
Her brother's two cocks were still taking care of her mouth and pussy. As she shuddered in grateful excitement, she plunged a thumb into her mouth and sucked and bit it. This little improvisation caused another ripple of pleasure to jolt through her pussy and she convulsed with gasps.
For five minutes, Emily just lay there on the table. She was utterly exhausted, utterly happy. Except for one small thing her thoughts during her little game. She'd actually thought of having her brother's cock in her mouth! The fact that she'd imagined it in her pussy was bad enough. But it was the blow job that bothered her the most. It seemed something so awful that it transcended mere naughtiness. It was wicked . . . or worse. And though she'd always had affection for her big brother, she'd never thought of him as a potential lover.
The patter of tennis shoes on the steps jolted Emily from her tense thoughts. She staggered over to shove the tiny bottle back in Bonny's purse and then closed herself safely inside the shower stall she'd set to running. The chatter of girls' voices filled the locker room. Emily let the hot water play over her skin. She found her nipples more sensitive than usual. Lately they were always a little sore. But now the slightest touch made her glow between the legs. As if those two spots were hooked up somehow. Emily soaped herself and turned to wash the suds away. She didn't feel like going to another class. She had so much stuff' to think through now. Now that Warren had come to represent something else in her life besides just being a brother. Had she carried some of these wild imaginings in the back of her mind? It seemed really weird that she just made them up out of nothing.
"Hey Emily, you in there?" It was Bonny, humming to herself in the next stall over.
"Yeah, it's me."
"You want to help me babysit tonight? The Emerson place. They got a nice stereo and a color TV too."
"Sure." Emily turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around her middle. At fourteen even a baby-sitting deal was something to do. She sure hadn't had many dates the past year. Emily dressed, still pondering the pull of conflicting emotions, emotions set off by her discovery of her own sexuality. She had done it, after all. She'd done what Bonny bragged about. She'd made herself come!
On their way up the stairs, Bonny nudged her.
"You know what I'm going to do with that oil tonight?" she whispered. "I can guess," Emily smiled, still breathless from her self-indulgence, "I can sure guess."
* * * But it didn't happen quite that way. After seeing Mr. and Mrs. Emerson off for a night on the town, Bonny got the kids to bed. She was about to get out her little bottle of sex oil when the doorbell clanged. It was Barry Dirksen, an on-and-off boy friend who Bonny claimed to have grown tired of.
Emily felt like a bump on the log while they sat on the sofa and watched TV. Finally she went to the kitchen to make some popcorn. She was thinking seriously about leaving. If Bonny was going to get some heavy action going, she sure wouldn't want anybody hanging around.
But when she came back to the front room with the popcorn, Barry and Bonny were gone. Emily felt a rush of excitement. There were stirrings in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Her crazy friend sure had some nerve, using the Emersons' bed like that-assuming that they were using the bed. Why else would they go to the bedroom?
She tried watching a program. But she couldn't even taste the popcorn for wondering what was going on in that bedroom. At last she sneaked down the darkened hallway. The door to the room was open slightly and a lamp was glowing dimly from inside. Barry had thrown a shirt over the shade. She saw someone move. It was Barry, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Bonny was already stretched out on it, but still dressed. Her red hair was spread on the pillow, picking up the light from the lamp. Her big tits rose and fell with subdued excitement. Then Barry reached forward and undid the first button of her blouse.
"Ohhhhh," Bonny sighed, grasping his wrist. But she wasn't really making him stop. Emily could see his fingers working on the next button and the next. She felt dizzy with pent-up excitement. She'd never ever peeked on someone in such an intimate situation.
"Barry ... we shouldn't. I just brought you in here so we could kiss ...
"Okay," he said, "so I'm going to kiss you."
Emily felt her panties go wet when Barry lowered his mouth down between Bonny's big tits. There was a wet, sucking sound. Bonny twisted under the caress. And as she squirmed there, Emily saw Barry edging down the one half of her blouse. The lacey edge of Bonny's bra slipped tightly past her nipple. The whole quivery breast popped out and again Bonny gasped Barry's wrist. But his mouth had moved from her cleavage to the circle of dark flesh surrounding Bonny's nipple. With a slurpy sound he pulled the tumid nubbin between his teeth.
"Uhnnnnnnn ... !" Bonny arched her back sharply. The bed made a squeaking sound. Barry's hands were busy elsewhere. Emily could tell by the changing look on Bonny's face that she was being touched. The hem of her skirt had been pushed up high. Emily strained to see what was happening. And then the two figures on the bed moved slightly and the light illuminated the scene. Bonny's white thighs looked full and beautiful as Barry rubbed them with trembling fingers. Emily could clearly Fee how the nylon crotch of her friend's panties was plastered to her cunt lips. Bonny had only a little pussy hair, so when she got wet her underwear usually climbed right up between her outer labia. That's what had happened now. And Barry was shoving the sheer material even deeper into her crevice.
"Ghhhaaa . . . Ohhh . . . Barry . . . don't ... darling ... don't!" Her full ass rolled under his aggressive explorations. And the faint odor of hot pussy wafted to Emily's nostrils. She closed her eyes for a second, feeling the changes in her own body.
"Baby," Barry gasped, "I want to go down on you.,"
"Ohhh honey . . . Ohhhh god."
"You'll let me?"
"I... I don't know." Bonny's fingers shook slightly as she caressed the nape of Barry's neck. He rubbed his chin against her nipple, looked longingly into her eyes.
"I want to bad," he murmured. Then he curled his tongue around her nipple, lapping at it until Bonny's back was arched again and her breathing came in strained gasps. "Let me baby. let me eat you out ... "
"Yessss," she breathed, pumping her full hips. Without hesitating a second more. Barry pushed himself down. He had her blouse completely apart now and Emily watched his tongue snake hotly into her best friend's navel. That little treat made the redhead paw the air with one foot. Emily was coming unglued. She was thankful she could lean against the doorframe. Her juices were pumping from deep inside her crevice. She pressed her slender thighs together and felt pungent butter being pressed from her slit. A hot trickle leaked down the inside of her leg.
"Darling . . . darling!" It was Bonny moaning, shifting her body around as Barry worked the elastic band of her panties down. He was kissing the exposed skin inch by inch, lick by lick. And then Emily heard her friend sigh as the crotch of her nylon panties was peeled away from her feverish pussy!
"Ohhhh," Emily gasped, pushing a hand down under the waist of her skirt. She petted the drenched material that covered her mound. Her fingertips came away slick and hot.
Barry had made Bonny lift her curvy hips. He was dragging her panties down over her thighs, her knees. They dangled loosely around one ankle and he left them like that as he began kissing his way up one white thigh. Emily thought Bonny was going to have a fit or something the way she was carrying on.
"Nuuhhhnnnn . . . Nuuhhhhh! Ohhh Barry ... darling . . . you really are going to . . . to ... " "Eat you ... "
"It's my first time ... Ohhh I can't stand it. Your mouth is so hot!"
"So is your pussy," he grunted, licking closer.
When he touched her knees to open them, Bonny didn't resist.
Now Emily could see the darkly pigmented inner folds. She could see the slick petals glistening in the dim light from the bedlamp. It was funny, but she'd never had the chance to see her best friend's body in such detail. And she was seeing it through Barry's eyes too. She tried to imagine how he felt with his mouth so close to that seepy, steamy mess. Did boys really like to eat it? Barry sure didn't act very squeamish.
Emily saw his tongue flick dangerously close to the edge of one, plump lip. It was fringed with red hair, but so sparsely that she could see Bonny's snow-white flesh easily. The bed bumped as Bonny worked her bottom up and down. She couldn't seem to keep still. And as she bounced and writhed, Barry's open lips hovered. He put them down in the juicy softness, covering the redhead's inner petals, her clit, her broken hymen.
Bonny sucked in a huge breath and held it. Her legs shot out straight and Emily could see her turgid nipples pointing proudly up from her tits. Then very slowly, she drew her knees back, back until her thighs touched her belly. Her pussy yawned wide now and Barry made a strange sound deep in his throat and wallowed his tongue in the feverish flower of her cunt!
"Ohhh god," Emily breathed to herself, "he's really doing it! He's eating her pussy!" "Babeeeeeee," Bonnv shuddered, her hands poised above Barry's head as if she wanted to touch him but was afraid she might disturb his hungry embrace. When Emily saw Barry's tongue shoot up into her friend's hole, she leaned against the wall and stroked her panty-crotch out of the way. Her throbbing lips opened easily and she worked a finger deep into the crevice. She found her clit and began to pet it with light, rhythmic strokes. More butter leaked down her thigh.
Until that moment she'd only heard of a man doing such things. But now the reality of how it was done had been revealed to her. And it was far more erotic than her wildest imaginings! The smell of Bonny's hot cunt, the slurpy sound of Barry's mouth licking and sucking. And the reactions of the redhead to the intense excitement made Emily wonder seriously what that must feel like. Mouths were such soft, wet things . . . just like pussies! To put the two together seemed indescribably carnal. But now all she had was her own finger. And Emily wondered if she would have the nerve to really let a boy do something like that to her?
And as if by magic, Emily was thinking of her brother again. Thinking of Warren. Of his cock. Of his muscular body and handsome face. Her brother! God, how could she let her mind stray like that'? But the harder she tried to rid herself of these wicked thoughts, the clearer Warren's image became. Until he was bending down over her. kissing her belly . . . kissing her .. .
"Noooo," she gasped. She pulled her finger from the dripping lips of her cunt and wiped it on her dress. She tried to focus on the figures in the bedroom, tried to forget all about any fantasies.
"Barry . . . Ohhh god honey . . . your tongue
.. it's so hot . . . Uhhnnnn!"
"Bonny!"
When Emily looked at them, she felt dizzy again. Barry's chin and cheeks glistened with Bonny's juices. He was lapping at her furiously. He was wallowing his whole face down in the stretched cleft of the redhead's pussy! It was like he wanted to coat himself with her musky scent. His fingers clawed at the white meat of her inner thigh as he feasted on the dainty petals that grew close to her clit.
Then he was suddenly climbing up over her, straddling her breasts.
"Suck me baby, give me some head too!"
"Nooooo," Bonny squealed, her red hair splashing on the pillow as she threw her head from side to side. Barry grabbed a fistful of curls and held her still as he pushed his cock up against the underside of her chin. Emily's breath caught as she saw the shape of the rigid thing. It wasn't as big as her brother's prick. Warren! There she was thinking about him again. Bonny tried to push Barry's body away. Emily felt very strange. She almost wanted Barry to force Bonny to do what he wanted.
"Noooo . . . !" She was really struggling now and Emily went breathless just watching. "Don't ... Ohhh, don't Barry! I can't do it!"
"I did it for you," he gasped, steadying her head. Emily saw him pinching his fingers under Bonny's ears. The pain made her open her mouth suddenly. Barry lurched forward and his cock plunged into the redhead's mouth with a wet sound. Spit dribbled from the corners of her mouth. It looked like she was trying to push the hot meat from between her lips with her tongue but the slippery friction only made it better for Barry.
"Yeah baby ... take it! Take it all!" "Mmmmmmmmnnnnoooo!"
Bonny's legs thrashed around, her body twisting and bucking. But Barry rode her like a cowboy breaking a mare. And his cock was almost halfway inside her mouth. Bonny had to breathe through her nose now as he fucked her like that. Inch by inch the white shaft disappeared.
Emily had to lean hard against the doorframe. She was panting. To watch Bonny weaken was terribly exciting, though she knew there was something perverse in it too. Bonny's legs weren't thrashing so hard now. She flopped around a lot. but weakly, without much direction or purpose. And then Barry rammed himself all the way into her throat. The full-breasted redhead quivered as ii she'd been gaffed. Emily heard her gag a few times and then she wasn't even choking anymore. She was just swallowing like crazy. Barry grunted like a pig, When the trickle of white cream frothed from one of Bonny's nostrils, Emily staggered back down the hall. She was so close to coming herself that it was hard to walk. She fell across the sofa. The TV was still going but she couldn't even focus on what was happening. She dug the little bottle of sex oil from her friend's purse, dumped some into her palm and clapped it against her feverish pussy, holding her panties back to get it on real good. Then she started massaging and pinching and tickling herself to the final point of ecstasy.
She came with a soft moan, her small tits pressed down against the sofa cushions, her slim ass pumping up and down against her shaking fingers.
"Ohhhh god ... Ohhhh shit," she whimpered as the quivery, floating feeling began to take over. She felt like she was being massaged by a thousand tiny fingers. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her toes fanned out and the bottoms of her feet tingled. And then she convulsed with excitement. She jerked, twitched, squirmed her pelvis down hard on the couch as the devastating pleasure throbbed inside her.
And once again she was thinking of her brother. Sweet, handsome Warren. As hard as she tried, no other face appeared. And it was Warren's cock that began to give her an imaginary fuck.
"Ohh Warren," she murmured, ashamed the moment the words left her lips. She would never tell anyone! Especially not Warren.
Chapter Two
Sandra had known something funny was going on for a long time. As sneaky as Warren was about it, she'd known. He was her brother after all, even if he was a few years older than her seventeen. He thought he was Mister Clever. But she'd heard the scratchings around in the big closet that separated their bedrooms. The closet was the old-fashioned, walk-in kind. Before they'd even moved into the house, someone had put up a partition in the back of it. But Warren had fixed it so he could come through the hanging clothes. Like' he was doing now. Peeking at her from the partly opened closet door. He'd been doing it for two months at least.
Sandra went to her hi-fi and turned up the volume. It was funny how she gave him cover for his little game. As she crossed the room again she glimpsed herself in the mirror. Her ass-length brown hair, her brown eyes. She considered her body the medium kind. Medium tits, medium ass. medium legs. All blended together to give her a well-proportioned shape. She had just a touch of baby fat around her belly. It bothered her when she had on a tight bikini but she made a lot more of it than was necessary. Anyway, she never wore a bikini much.
She sat down to her books again but couldn't concentrate. Warren was in the closet. She could almost feel his presence as he watched her. She was pretty sure what he did in there. She'd heard the steady slap-slap of him. A boy would call it beating his meat. Jacking off. Whipping his clown. Sandra laughed at this one. She got up again, stretched slowly.
It was almost a ritual. She stood in the spot where Warren could see her best and started undressing. The excitement was there, like always. A part of her pretending that she was alone in the privacy of her own room. The other, naughty part knowing that a man's eyes were watching every move, seeing whatever she chose to show him.
Sandra knew that if it were anything like a real strip tease, she wouldn't've been able to pull off so much as a shoe. To actually undress in front of an audience was so against her natural shyness that she knew she wouldn't be able to do it if someone offered her a thousand dollars. In fact she considered herself somewhat of a tomboy. She liked sports, liked to horse around a lot. Aside from that football player her dating reputation was pretty straight-laced. She'd kissed some, necked some. But a boy too close made her nervous. She was hardly able to cope with her fantasies, her night dreams. And she'd always avoided touching herself. To try and make herself come seemed something like opening Pandora's box. She wasn't sure she wanted to let loose all those demons.
But this little charade, this little thing she did for her brother, was a very enjoyable excitement. It left her as innocent and guiltless as before. After all, what was she doing that was wrong? It was Warren who was peeking at her while he played with himself. The fact that she knew what was happening was only a tiny transgression. She was simply undressing for bed. Like all girls did. Could she help it if she had a horny brother who hid in her closet and watched?
Sandra undid her skirt and let it drop slowly. She'd become practiced at making it last. Slowly she stepped out of it and bent to pick it up. Then she got her bra loose and let the cups fall away from her breasts inch by tantalizing inch. Sure, it excited her too. And she could hear the steady thump of Warren doing terrible things to himself in the closet.
She draped the bra over the back of a chair and started to get down on the floor to do her nightly yoga. She always did it in her panties. Some of the positions were . . . well, they showed a lot. The positions showed more than she was ready to allow her own brother to see. But tonight she felt especially mischievous. And Warren had never seen her completely bareass naked. What if she gave him a quick thrill? Just a duple minutes worth.
Sandra sucked in a breath and hooked her fingers in the elastic of her panties. She turned modestly away as she slid them down over her ass cheeks. The crotchband was damp and musky with her scent. The panties made a pale blue puddle at her ankles and she stepped out of them.
Sandra almost laughed. There was only silence from the closet now. Warren was probably just getting a good eyeful. Another song came from the phonograph. She did a little dance, turning and bouncing across her bedroom. She saw her reflection, saw her breasts jiggle. Her calves stood out hard as she tried a pirouette. And her lush dark triangle looked sexy even to her. As she whirled near the open closet door she heard Warren starting up again. She could imagine his fingers curled around his cock . . . whatever that looked like.
"Time for Yoga," she breathed to herself. She did a lotus first, legs crossed, her body sitting erect on the rug. Then she did a few other ones that stretched her leg muscles. She had to stand to do these, bending at the waist. Warren was probably seeing her cunt. But when Sandra decided to do the Cuckoo posture, she heard her brother moan. It was the first time he'd ever made so much noise. And she wasn't sure why. This posture didn't seem especially erotic. She started on her belly, face down, legs spread wide. Then she pushed herself up with her arms, her back curved, her mound still against the rug.
But she wasn't ready for what happened next. Warren burst out of the closet like a wildman! Before she could move, he fell across her body, his thighs between hers. She felt his hard cock thrust against her slightly parted cunt.
"Warren!"
"You knew I was in there all the time!" he gasped, grabbing her wrists, pinning them down on the floor as he pumped his body against hers. "You knew something like this was going to happen!" "Noooo!"
"You wanted it to happen ...
"Oh god . . . I'll scream! Warren, you get off me!"
"Go ahead and scream. Mom went to play cards with the Struthers. Cathy is studying at the University library."
"Emily!" Sandra squealed.
"Babysitting with Bonny Dexter ... " Warren kissed her shoulder, the nape of her neck. The sensations were so strange ... so tingly. And the heat of his stomach against the cheeks of her ass The muscular crush of him pressing her down into the rug. Sandra felt dizzy. Her mind spun wildly. Was this really happening? Her own brother trying to . . . to rape her?
"Warren . . . Ohhh god noooo!"
"I can't stop! I've been watching you for a long time. Ohh Sandy . . . just let me rub a little. I won't ... "
"You get up off me!" She struggled with every muscle she could muster. And for a little bit she thought she might twist free. But as strong as she was, Warren was stronger. And the hard shape that kept pressing against the underside of her body was starting to force her cunt lips apart. She tucked her hips down to protect herself from him.
Warren had been shoving her along the rug. Little by little Sandra was forced under the end of her bed, It was a low bed and when her chest was wedged tightly she felt more helpless than ever. That was when Warren took advantage of his post position. He grabbed her hips with both hands and forced her ass up from the rug. He was rooting under her now, trying to push his cock into the slick fever of her cunt!
"Don't do this, Warren!" She thrashed and kicked. Once she caught him with her heel, but Warren punched her and she had to stop and grit her teeth until the pain passed. He was really getting rough now. And with her body jammed under the bed halfway she couldn't really fight him very good at all.
But he would jump up in a second and tell her it was a big joke. Wouldn't he'? The pressure against her crevice increased. Warren was pumping his hips, thrusting the head of his cock into the flooding juices that dripped from her body.
"Oh Warren, you won't . . . you won't fuck me ... w-w-will you?"
"No Sandra baby, won't do that . . . just want to rub ... just want to love you." He shoved again and Sandra felt a tiny pain as her hole was stretched. For the first time she realized that she was in danger. Warren was lying. He meant to fuck her, really fuck her!
"Nooooo!" she shrieked, bucking violently. She managed to twist her body under him and scramble out from under the end of the bed. She was on hands and knees, crawling like crazy. Warren tackled her around the middle and they went down in a twisted tangle of arms and legs.
"I'm gonna get you, damnit!"
"Warren. You're my brother!" She beat against his chest but he shoved her fists aside and started kissing her breasts. Now her little game seemed to have become weird and scary. She'd known about her brother's interest in her nakedness for some time. But she hadn't realized the extremes he might take it to. And yet the touch of his wet lips against her quivering tits was doing things to her. Things she didn't want to happen.
"Ohhh, I feel so strange!" She caught at her brother's hair and tried to pull his lips away from her flesh. Warren was too strong. He grabbed her wrists again and got them behind her. Slowly he rolled her to the side. She felt him wrapping something around her arms. The silk scarf she'd had that day. As it tightened, she knew she would be helpless to use her arms against her brother's crazed attack.
"Please . . . nooooo!"
"Sandra . . . you smell so good ... ohh god, Sandra . . . god!"
He carried her to the bed and threw her across it. She kicked at him with both feet but he caught her ankles and threw her legs wide. Then he fell between them, fell against her body, His cock flopped heavily onto her belly. She knew that he could do it to her if he wanted. But the more she struggled, the more their skin rubbed together.
Sandra couldn't explain the shivery feelings she felt. She was scared and mad. But those pleasurable sensations kept intruding upon her consciousness. She'd never suspected that a male body would feel so good against her softness.
It hadn't been like that at all the night Art Tanner had talked her into getting his way. He hadn't even taken off his pants! And he'd just jerked up her skirt so he could push her panty crotch to the side. It had hurt more than anything and since there'd been no other body contact but Art's cock breaking her cherry. Sandra had really not experienced the act at all. She sure hadn't come or anything remotely like it.
But now she could feel her brother's hot flesh rubbing her belly, her legs, her breasts! Frantic with shame, she managed to get a hand down between their bodies. Again, Warren had pushed the feverish head of his cock into the juicy softness of her slit. And Sandra caught him just in time. As her trembling fingers wrapped around the rigid shaft, her brother had tried to force it into the muscular hollow that was the beginning of her hole.
"Nhhhaaaaaa!" she moaned, thrusting her hips to the side as she struggled to keep that thing from penetrating her.
"Let me, Sandra," Warren gasped, "I won't leave it in long . . . I just want to . "God Warren! You're my brother! How many times do I have to remind you?"
"It'll feel good, baby! I know it will. I can make you come!"
"I don't want to come," she cried, squeezing down even harder on his prick. The shaft throbbed powerfully in her grasp. It was so slender, so long! For an instant she imagined that streamlined crown sliding into her slick, hot pussy. She threw her head around violently, bucking under the muscular weight of her older brother.
"Please let me up, Warren! Please . . . please!"
"You've been doing your little strip for me for a long time. Don't you figure it's time for some of the real thing?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about! You know I sit in there in that damned closet and watch you take off your clothes. I've been doing it for months. How long did you think I'd be satisfied with that?"
"Warren . . . stop pushing so hard!" She could hardly hold him any longer. His cock had become slippery with her juices and her knuckles glistened with the flooding butter that kept pouring from her body. Even now he was managing to rub his tip against her clit. The light friction made her breathe funny. Tingles jolted up and down the insides of her thighs. Little by little her brother's cock was slipping through her fingers. She felt him grunt with victory as he sunk his fingers into the white softness of her ass cheeks. He was holding her still, positioning his prick against the clenched circle of
her pussy.
"It's rape!" she gasped, too weak to scream. "You want it. You want it like I do!"
"Noooo . . . we're kin! Oh god in heaven, Warren, what's happened to you?"
"Just a little further . . . don't fight me, Sandra!"
"Nhhhhuuuhhhh . . . Ohhhb shit!" She was really losing her hold on him now. His shaft glided through her fingers as the head stretched back the opening to her hot insides. She bit her lip and bore down hard to keep her dainty opening shut against the throbbing intruder. But Warren was strong. He wanted what was hidden between her thighs. He wanted it worse than she had strength to resist.
Her arm cramped from trying to keep a grip on his prick. Then she let go with a sigh. Her body flopped weakly on the bed as she heard her brother give a growling laugh and steady her shivering bottom with his hands. Then his back went rigid and he drove his hips under and up. Her pussy was suddenly shoved full of hot cock. Sandra threw her head back, opened her mouth. But a weak little gasp was all that she could manage.
"Warren . . . damn you . . . Ohhhhh my god!" She could feel that flared ridge of his cocktip gouging deep into her body. It pushed her insides around, making room for the steely shaft behind. She couldn't think anymore. She could only feel that shape taking over the emptiness of her pussy. More hot juice dripped from her engorged labia.
And her nipples had become swollen and dark. Whenever Warren rubbed his hairy chest against them, Sandra let out a shuddery cry.
Now she was clutching his body with both hands. She'd lost all sense of time or place. She could only think of the withering pleasure that had taken over her body. It seemed to feed on her, to drain her complete attention. She couldn't do anything but flow with the power. She thrust her hips up as her brother began to fuck her again. He eased his cock almost all the way from her hole. As the bulging tip hung dripping at the muscular opening, she curled her fingernails into the meat of his ass, trying to pull him deep again.
"You like it, baby?"
"Yessssss!"
"Well I do, too" he groaned, "but I gotta quit. Or I'll put a baby in ...
"Ohh Warren . . . help me. I think I've lost my mind. I . . . I ... " She choked on the words. Her ass was flopping helplessly on the mattress. And she couldn't seem to get her brother's cock to go any deeper. He'd said something . . . something about babies. Everybody liked babies. Babies. babies, babies. She grunted hungrily, plunged her cunt up and down against the tumid cockhead that hung just out of reach.
"Sandra ... damnit! Let me get something. 1 can't cone in you."
"Come," she gasped, drooling onto the pillow. "Come . . . wanta come . . . gotta come!"
When her brother staggered up from the bed, Sandra felt confused. She moaned and rolled onto her belly. She thrust both hands down between her thighs and clawed at the seepy mess Warren had made of her cunt.
"Nhhhuuuuuh . . . Ohhhhmmmm!" she groaned, petting the sensitive place around her hole. Then, finding her clit with her thumb, she began to rub that too. Fire spread through her. It felt good. Not as good as Warren's cock sliding in and out. But good enough to get the job done. She saw Warren's shape looming close again. He had something that he was trying to roll down over his cock. It looked like a rubber. It was a rubber. Sandra pushed a finger up into her hole and wiggled it furiously. Her brother grabbed her hands and tried to roll her over onto her back again.
"Warren . . . Ohhh god . . . I'm gonna freak out!" The thoughts that had been swamped by her body's state of ecstasy were clear in her mind again. Her brother had been fucking her! Now he'd put on a rubber so he could fuck her some more! She kicked at his face but he wrestled her with overpowering strength. She was on her hands and knees, braced against him. He might be stronger but she could keep him from fucking her, couldn't she?
"Okay, damnit. If that's how you want it . . . !" Warren grabbed her waist with both hands and mounted her like a dog. Sandra let out a cry of surprise as she felt his cock brush down the crack of her ass. He pushed his thumb into her hole. Sandra jerked but her movements weren't fast enough. Warren replaced his thumb with the tip o his cock and thrust powerfully.
"Whhhuuuuuhh," she coughed, going down on her elbows from the force of the attack. Warren jerked again and she felt him ram deep. Her pussy convulsed around the hot, hard shape as if it was glad to be filled again. And she couldn't resist the tickly goodness of fucking. Babbling into the pillow. Sandra bobbed her cunt up and down, making circles as her brother speared her with slow, sensual rhythm.
Now her juices dribbled down the insides of her thighs as Warren held her hips firmly and searched with the swollen head of his cock. She could feel the shape of him easily. Getting it from behind made everything excruciatingly tight. Her tube almost seemed to be sucking at that hard, slender thing. As if it wanted what was inside his body. Thank god he's put on a rubber, Sandra thought. She felt dizzy, overcome with the powerful emotions of being mounted like an animal. Her ass was shoved high, her knees spread slightly. And she could hear the steady slippery sound of Warren's cock being pulled out and fucked in again. Into the velvet heat of her body his prick jabbed and jabbed. Then a sudden rush of excitement swelled into the hot, swollen mess of her outer parts. She bucked and gave a little cry of surprise. A glow of the most heavenly pleasure she'd ever experiencedburst through her loins.
"Huuuuuhhhnnn . . . Ohhhhh ... g-g-god!" "Sandra . . . Ohhh Jesus Christ it's good . . . I'm gonna come . . . I'm gonna come good!"
Sandra folded. She flopped forward on her belly on the bed, her brother falling on top of her back. His cock was still plunging in and out of her pussy. The sucking, tight noise had become so loud now that she wondered if someone else in the house might hear the awful sin they were engaged in. But she still couldn't bring herself to stop. She rolled her ass around as her brother's rubber-sheathed prick dug deep. She felt him shiver and jerk and then he let out a tight gasp against her back. Again he shivered, grasping her hips so tight that it hurt. His cock seemed to throb powerfully inside the clasping tube of her pussy.
Then he froze. She smelled his sweat become acrid out of fear.
"Did you hear that?" he hissed. But Sandra could hear nothing but the thud of her own heart. "Somebody's knocking on the door of my room!"
Sandra heard the footsteps in the hall. Then the tap came at her door! She almost fainted. It was her mother! She swallowed, trying to get enough nerve to attempt an answer.
"Yes mother?"
"Can I come in?" There was a rustle in the hall. "I just wondered where your brother was. Have you seen Warren at all?"
"Warren?" Sandra almost squeaked with fear. "No . . . don't know where he is." She stopped to get her breath. Inside her spasming hole, her brother's cock had suddenly gone soft. It was lots smaller than before. He pulled from her body.
"Damn . . . rubber came off," he whispered.
"Oh no," Sandra breathed, clutching a hand between her legs.
"Is someone in there with you, dear?" her mother asked. Sandra saw the doorknob turn slightly. Thank god she'd locked it.
"Why no. I was just talking to myself." She sat up on the bed crosslegged. Warren was already ducking into the closet to get back to his room. Sandra found the open end of the rubber. But her fingers were so slippery she couldn't pull it out of her body. Trembling, `she managed to tie a knot to keep Warren's cum inside. Then she struggled up from the bed, threw her robe on and went to the door. Before she opened it, she saw that Warren had left a paper wrapper on the floor. She could guess what that was from, Quickly she wadded the strip of paper into her palm and then opened her bedroom door.
"Is something wrong, Sandra?" her mother asked, stepping into the room. "Your face is flushed."
Sandra managed to flop down on the bed again so that her mother wouldn't notice the dark spot where her body's fluids had leaked out during the wild lovemaking. Her mother was a tall, well-preserved woman. It wasn't easy to hide things from her. Sandra's heart pounded worse than it had while Warren had fucked her. Her mother sniffed, nostrils flared. Then the look of worry changed to one of understanding.
"Oh. Well Sandra, I think 1 know what you've been doing. All I can say is . . . a young girl should not let her passions rule her life completely. But please don't feel guilty about it. When I was young, I used to do it too."
Sandra couldn't look her mother in the eyes. But she could tell by the sound of her voice that she was blushing as she gave the advice. Some advice, Sandra thought. If her mother knew what had really been going on! If she knew that her son's rubber was still stuffed deep into her daughter's body. And it was full of hot cum too!
"I'm sorry I embarrassed you," her mother went on. Sandra thought she was just talking to cover her own uneasiness. "I guess a little experimentation is natural with girls your age. My gosh, I've gone and forgot what I came upstairs for ...
Sandra cleared her throat. She could almost feel that rubber inside her. What if it melted or some of her brother's sperm leaked out through the knot she'd made? She almost felt like excusing herself and running to the bathroom before it was too late.
"Oh yes," her mother finally said, "1 was looking for the TV guide and wondered if maybe Warren or you had brought it upstairs."
Sandra glanced up, shook her head. "I'm sure Warren doesn't have it either." She wasn't sure, but it would give her brother a few more minutes to get his story together.
"Well, I'll just keep looking." Her mother gave her an understanding smile before leaving her alone. Sandra quickly locked the door again and threw her bathrobe across a chair. Then she sat crosslegged on the bed and began to dig at her seeping slit. She circled the knotted end of the rubber around her forefinger and eased the slimy thing from her hole. It came out with a little pop and she held it up before her eyes. The slack, thin latex hung heavy with the fluid that filled the tip. Warren's cum looked milky but it was more translucent when the light hit it right. The knot was too difficult to undo, so Sandra took the rubber over to her desk to work on it. She found a needle, poked a tiny hole in the end and gently squeezed her brother's still-warm jizz out onto her finger. It was slick as she rubbed it against her thumb. The aroma was sharp and strange. But when she smelled it the second time there was something very exciting about that strangeness. She sucked in an excited breath and squeezed more onto her palm. As it dried, it left a thin film of slickness and then even that was gone. There was a faint odor left on her fingers. She played with the jizz for a few more minutes and then took it to the toilet and flushed it down.
But by the time she was back in her bedroom, she was shaking. Her brother had actually forced himself on her! The realization seemed to become more shocking by the minute instead of her getting used to the idea. She thought of incest as something that happened in poor families. Or among people that were too ignorant to know better. But her family was staid middle-class. And her brother had managed to slide his cock into her body and she'd liked it! She hated to admit that but it was true. It had been the second time in her life she'd fucked a guy. And it had been glorious. It had wiped her out! Even now she was thinking of Warren. How he looked. How his chest felt crushing her down.
"God help me." she murmured. "Maybe I should be seeing a psychiatrist." But she knew that was out of the question. Even if the family could afford for her to see a shrink, how could she ever tell him what had happened?
"Maybe I'm not really twisted," she said to herself. "Maybe I was just horny." This explanation didn't satisfy her either. But it was all she had at the moment. And life was going on whether she fucked her brother or not. She closed and locked her closet door. At least she could stop giving him free floor shows. She'd been more at fault than he had when it came down to actual fact. She'd known he watched her. And yet she'd gone on with her little game, dangerous as it was.
"I think I am kinda crazy," she said to the room. Then she lay on her bed and tried to forget that the pleasurable glow around her pussy had been caused by her brother Warren's plunging, fucking cock. Would she ever, ever let him do anything like that again? Though a part of her was repulsed by the idea of fornication with her brother, she couldn't honestly say she would be able to resist that gloriously delicious sensation. The sensation of a hot, tumid cock sliding up into her body. As wrong as she knew it was, she was remembering the details, dwelling on each electrifying moment Warren had been with her.
God help me," she breathed. But her voice was alone in the cubicle of her solitary room.
Chapter Three
Catherine always thought she had first dibs when it came to her brother, Warren. She'd almost raised him herself, or at least liked to think she had. Her mother had been working a lot in those days and since Cathy had been the oldest, she'd taken over all babysitting shores.
She closed her book and got up from the typewriter. She felt like she'd had enough studying for the evening. Downstairs she could hear Sandra and Emily watching television. Warren was at a late practice. Football. He loved the sport. And he was breaking his back to try and make the freshman squad at Brookstone College. She was doing graduate work now and when she thought of her young brother just starting out his college career. she smiled.
There were other memories which were too intense for her to smile about. These made her flush and grow moist between her thighs. Like when he'd been five years old and she'd taken him to bed with her. Holding him against her twelve-year-old body, kissing him until she thought she'd burst with excitement.
A few years after that Catherine had learned the joy of exciting herself to climax. Then she would work herself to a lather in the bathroom and dash out to wrestle with her little brother. A few tumbles, a few hugs and she would come gloriously, nuzzling his sweet boy smell, kissing his hair. And Warren had never known.
Though she'd dated as much as any other attractive college girl, she'd never forgotten those intense times with Warren. He was still her favorite. She did things for him, spoiled him with gifts. Though they were too old to engage in bodily intimacies now, she made up for it by complimenting him. Or giving him extra help with his schoolwork since she was the acknowledged quiz kid around the house.
And her own sexual development had taken strange paths because of this. She knew it and accepted it. She had to accept her kinks. There was nothing she could do about the strange passions she felt. Nothing except to give in to them.
Making certain her door was locked, Catherine dimmed her table light to a sensual level and began to undress before the mirror. She had a well-developed body. Some called it mature. That meant she had huge tits, a full, curving ass with thighs to match. Her calves weren't the skinny coltish kind that modern models sported. Hers swelled out like a German barmaid's might. But her waist was very small, which gave her an accentuated hour-glass shape. She usually wore her blond hair in a bun atop her head. Along with her tortoise-shell glasses, it had the effect of making her look studious and wise. But as she hung her last piece of clothing over the chairback, she reached up and let her hair tumble down over her shoulder.
The feel of it across her big nipples and the way those dark nubbins looked peeking through the blond tresses was exciting in itself. But she wasn't finished yet. Just being naked wasn't one of her kinks.
She pulled a pair of sheer, black stockings from the bottom of a drawer and pulled them on. Then she extracted a tiny pair of black silk panties. It had taken her a year to get up the nerve to order them. They were edged the black lace at both legs. And there was an important difference too. Instead of a crotchband to cover her pussy, these panties were split down there. It wasn't easy to notice unless she threw her thighs wide or dug a finger down between her legs. Just feeling the elastic bands fitting up between her thighs and each cunt lip made her shiver. The dark lace hid the blondish curls of her pussy.
Then came the black garter belt and a black bra that lifted her heavy breasts, lifted them and cupped them so that the slightest movement made the soft, white flesh quiver in a sexy way. Cathy glanced at herself in the full-length mirror. No one at the college would've recognized her if she met them in a darkened hallway. She giggled and pulled in a short breath. Wouldn't that be fun? Meeting one of her profs in a dark hallway and propositioning him? But it was just fantasy. Catherine knew she had to keep her two identities completely separate. And the only way she could do that was to provide her own stimulation.
She went to her drawer for the last time. The vibrator was twelve inches long and heavy in her hand. She'd just replaced the batteries so she knew it would do the job tonight without any trouble at all. She walked before the mirror again, fondling the plastic cock, rubbing it down between her uplifted breasts. Then she smiled at her obvious beauty and lay on her back on the bed. With her knees uplifted, she gingerly rubbed the soft and slippery crevice where her split-beaver panties opened. She didn't like to turn the thing on right away. It was more fun to work herself up, to get everything nice and juicy. And as always, she was thinking of Warren. It couldn't do any harm. Thoughts were free, she'd come to discover. And not especially wicked. Any educated person knew that what a person thought shouldn't be held against him or her. It wasn't even unheard of for sisters to have some kind of sexual fixation on a brother. She'd wondered if Sandra or Emily had ever experienced similar thoughts. She didn't think so. They weren't mature enough to deal with something so taboo. They would just repress such ideas completely.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she breathed, pushing the juice-slickened bullet against her clit. Her palm trembled against the base as she turned the vibrator on. Her back arched up from the bed as the first jolt of excitement began to make her pussy glow.
"Ohhhh yes!" she gasped, working the buzzing thing back and forth in the steamy flower of her cunt. Then she found her hole and slid the thing seven inches into her body. She held it there for a few seconds and jerked it quickly out. In again, out again.
"God . . . Ohhh god, yessss!" She rolled her full hips slowly on the mattress, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth. The clasp of her black stockings, the tightness of the garter belts made her pant with pleasure.
The light tap on her door made her jerk upright. She fumbled with the switch on the vibrator, finally got it off.
"Yes?" she quavered, her heart pounding from what she'd done to herself.
"Hey Cathy . . . you busy?" It was Warren's voice. She was excited by the sound of him so close, but disturbed too.
"I was going to bed." She tugged down the sheet and messed it up a little to make her claim more apparent.
"I got this muscle pull tonight at practice. It's about to drive me crazy and I wondered if you'd rub it for me." There was a long moment of silence. "Cathy?"
"Oh. Sure. Just a minute." She got up, looked around the room for her robe. Satisfied that she was covered except for the black stockings, she opened the door. It was pretty dim in her bedroom anyway. Warren wouldn't notice or care about the stockings. She hoped.
"Go over and lie down on the bed." she said, "I'll do the best I can."
"It's right in the small of my back and down one thigh," he said. flopping down on his belly. "You really helped me one night so I thought it was worth a try..."
"Relax," Catherine ordered, "you're all tensed up." Now that her initial embarrassment had passed, Cathy was enjoying herself. She loved her brother and was happy to do things for him. He didn't seem to notice the stockings, anyway. And she'd slipped the vibrator safely under the mattress.
"Yeah . . . right there," he groaned as her fingers searched the knotted muscles. She squeezed his thigh, pummeled it lightly and squeezed again. Slowly she worked her way up until she was rubbing the big muscle in one buttock. Warren groaned happily and closed his eyes. Cathy straddled his one leg as she worked. The feel of his flesh slipping and rolling under her fingers was more exciting than she'd thought it would be. Her mind eased back to those naughty thoughts again. Her brother's body was a wonder of nature. So strong, so masculine. She let her body down a little. Now she was almost sitting on his leg. She had the most intense desire to push her cunt down against his calf. A few seconds passed and she wanted to do it more than ever. She gave in to her need to let her body touch him there.
"You're getting it good now," he mumbled into the pillow. Cathy had just let her mound touch his leg. But the light, warm pressure was just a tease. With a muffled moan, she pressed down harder and felt her soft, damp lips open against his skin.
Warren was only wearing jockey shorts and was breathing heavily. The reaction of her wet mound touching his leg was instantaneous. He opened his eyes, shut them again. He sighed deeply.
"Wow."
"Feel good?" she asked.
"Mmmmmm."
"Feels kinda tight at the front of your thigh too," she said. "Why don't you roll over on your back."
"Better not."
"How come?"
"Just better not."
Catherine felt dizzy, hot. The front of her robe had fallen open. Damned loose buttons anyway. She let it hang like that for a while. Then for no reason she could think of, she slipped her arms out of it and pushed it onto the floor beside the bed. Now she was her night self. If her brother happened to look, he'd know her little secret. Did it frighten her? Yes, a little. But the excitement of being so daring was too strong to resist.
"See?" she said, slipping a hand under the front of his thigh. "You're knotted up here too . . . if you'd roll over . . ."
"Cathy . . . uhhhh. Well, I guess all that massage kind of got me turned on. I didn't mean for that to happen. But with a guy it can happen any old time..."
"Oh hell, I don't care if you have an erection." she laughed, proud of her carefree manner. "Turn over and I'll finish this leg and you can go to bed."
Slowly, Warren rolled onto his back. He was careful to keep his eyes closed, Catherine noticed. This amused her. But she was having a hard time of it too. She was almost panting from the tension of the moment. And when she saw the stiff, long shape in Warren's shorts, she had to smother a gasp. Of course she couldn't see his actual cock. But she could imagine plenty.
Pretending to be a properly busy nurse, she rubbed his hard thigh muscle with both hands. Now her seeping pussy hovered just above her brother's knee. Her own knee was gently nestled against his balls. Of course his shorts covered the soft warmth of the eggs in their sac but she was so close!
Catherine knew that she was walking a thin line. Her emotions bubbled and boiled, threatening to overflow at any moment. It was hard to look up across Warren's muscular belly and strong chest without wanting to throw herself on top of him and just plain freak out in a fit of unbridled lust. But that was out of the question. She was his older sister. Six years older.
"Oh, that's getting it," Warren said, eyes still closed. Catherine was staring at the throbbing lump in his shorts. It was unbent, pointing upwards towards his navel. She could almost see the shape of the head through the thin cotton. She moved her fingers deeper into the heat of his crotch, working the big muscles loose.
"Even your stomach is a little tight," she commented, beginning to massage his abdomen. Warren had stopped breathing now. She knew she was over that thin line she had been walking. Her hands trembled as she rubbed dangerously close to the lump in his pants. Her mind was swamped with lust. She'd lowered her pussy down against his leg again and knew he could feel the juices seeping against his skin. He probably thought she was naked or something. A fingertip brushed the shape of his cock. Then Catherine stopped breathing too. Her fingers moved without her having any control of them.
She took the elastic of his shorts, stretched it up so it would clear the pulsing cock and eased it down until Warren's hard-on was completely exposed. Still he didn't open his eyes or make a move. She gazed at the wonderful thing. It was at least seven inches long. Slender, bulging with darkened veins. The head was almost purple with blood and swollen out from the rest of the shaft. She almost touched the tender-looking spot between the lobes at the tip but drew her hand back.
Warren looked like a statue. His face was turned slightly to one side, nostrils flared. He was breathing just enough to keep him going. It was as if he didn't want to disturb what was taking place, Catherine thought. At last she found the courage to touch him. The shaft of his prick felt heavy in her palm. She moved her fingers down until they brushed his balls. Warren grunted and pinched his eyes tighter.
What Catherine found herself doing next completely surprised her. She hadn't even thought about doing it. She just acted. She lowered her face down to his crotch and licked slowly up the heated, hard flesh. The jerk that went through Warren's body frightened her at first, but she started at the base again and licked to the tip. This time she let her tongue linger between the plump, firm lobes at the tip. Her spit dripped onto his belly. The rigid cock jumped up to her chin when she started to lick him for the third time.
Her mind spun like a tornado., The thoughts were too confused to sort out. They tumbled one on top of the other. Wrong. It was wrong, sure. Felt good. Oh god, it felt like heaven to have her tongue against his cock! Her brother's cock. Did it matter? Yes. No. Who cared?
"Ohhhhh ... Ohhhhh Cathy ... !" Warren tossed a little. He'd dug at the sheet, knotting it in both fists as she lapped wetly at his feverish cock. Her blond hair trailed along the outside of his hips, waterfalled against his belly. And as she licked him like an ice cream cone, Warren ground his leg up between her thighs. There was a slurpy sound as her pussy opened against the touch.
Then she went another step. Holding his shaft up straight from his body, she made a soft, slippery O with her lips and eased it down over him. Never in her life had she sucked a man's cock. In fact Catherine had always found the idea a little repugnant. But this wasn't just any man. It was her brother. She let her mouth cover him four inches. Then she drew it back, licking the underside of his tip with her tongue. She fanned and teased the delicate knob, feeling the tension build until Warren let out a tight grunt of pleasure.
She felt strong, in control. She liked him under her like that. It reminded her of the times she'd bossed him when they'd been younger. When Warren touched her hair, she grabbed his wrists and pinned them down on the mattress.
"I'm the boss," she whispered, spit leaking from her chin. "Say it . . . say I'm boss!"
"You're boss," Warren groaned, his head tossing from side to side.
Catherine eased herself upwards over his body. The light from the table lamp exaggerated his muscles and the sharp features of his face. He was so good-looking! She adored him, she'd always adored him. Wasn't it right for her to physically adore him too?
She was straddling his waist now. She could feel his cock jutting upwards. Each time it pulsed, it thumped against her open mound. The little slick slap when it did that made her shiver with want. She widened her thighs and began to ease back. She didn't even have to hold the stiff thing up to get it in her. It eased between her outer lips, nestling into the soppy inner petals and then into the beginning of her hole.
Warren shivered as the bulging head of his cock was surrounded by her slick membranes. She let out a moan then and made a slow circle with her ass to make sure she was skewered properly. Then she eased her weight down and back ... head thrown back, hands pinning his wrists to the bed as she fucked herself on her brother's cock.
"Ohhhh god," she gasped, head falling forward. "Cathy . . . god ... ohhh god, it's nice . . . really nice!"
"Warren darling ... Ohhhh Warren!"
He was making small fucking movements now, trying to get deeper. But it was her movements that really did it. She dropped further, felt her insides being shoved apart. Her juices sucked and smacked when she pulled off of him a little and then shoved down again.
Teasingly she gained an inch and then another. His hardness throbbed inside her. Her velvety surfaces caressed and clasped the hard, hot meat. Until at last she had him to the hilt. Only then did Catherine stretch her legs out and close them between her brother's. That was how men fucked girls. And she was aware of her aggressiveness, her power over her younger brother. She began to pump him with her thighs clasped tight.
"God ... damn... " Warren moaned. Catherine realized that she was bringing him pleasure. A lot of pleasure. She knew that with her full thighs closed tight together, it made her pussy clasp him. Slowly she brought her ass up, arching her back down sharply. The smooth, slick walls of her hole sucked at his pounding cock. Then she plunged down hard again, spearing herself with her brother's meat.
He opened his legs weakly and a shudder went through his muscular body. Cathy was overcome with passion. She kissed his neck, his face, finally pressing her own mouth down over his. Her tongue flicked between his teeth. Warren gasped hungrily and sucked at it, his hands finding her full, firm ass.
She thrilled as he traced the elastic edge of her panties. She knew he was a little puzzled as to how they were fucking like that. Then his fingers found the lacey, split crotch and he sucked in a quick breath.
"Jesus Christ, your panties . . . !"
"They're for you darling," she breathed, biting his chin. Her ass was working very gently now, pulling and pushing against the hot, stiff shaft that was imbedded so deeply into her dripping pussy. Warren slipped a finger down where his cock disappeared into the velvet hollow.
"I can't believe this is happening," he said.
"Me neither. But it is! And I don't care about it being wrong or anything."
"Are you sure you won't freak out later?"
"I don't think so. Anyway, I can't worry about that now."
Warren undid her bra. As the black lace thing fell forward, her full breasts tumbled hotly against his chest. Catherine wallowed them across his skin, "You like them?"
"I always like them. I guess I just knew they weren't for me." He shrugged. "Since I was your brother."
"Well they are for you!" she laughed, nuzzling his neck. "You can do anything you want with them."
"God . . ." Warren cupped one in both hands. Catherine pushed herself up a little so he had room to look at it. His eyes scanned the full, heavy plumpness. the white skin. Then he pulled the big nipple closer to his mouth. Catherine let out a hungry little grunt as he began to wet the humid nubbin with the tip of his tongue.
"Uhnnnnn . . . Ohhhh god, do it harder!"
Warren let his wet lips surround the circle of darkened flesh and sucked as much of it as possible into his mouth. Catherine felt her pussy muscles squeeze down tight. Her brother stabbed his hips upward at the same time. They shivered and gasped that for a few intense seconds.
"You're so long," Catherine moaned. "I can feel you way up inside me!"
"Okay. I'll be a good girl." She kissed his mouth again. His spit was drying on her breast and it felt lovely. She felt lovely. She was so happy. She was in bed with the very man she'd always adored. How could it be any better? When she thought of their mother and what she might think if she saw what was happening, a blackness threatened to blot out the tickly pleasure she was experiencing. She blanked her mind.
"Why were you dressed up like . . . this?" Warren whispered into her ear. "I mean. you don't even look the same. Your hair down and all those black things you have on ..."
Catherine blushed. "Never mind. Maybe I was luring you in here by magic."
"I didn't really have anything on my mind except ..."
"Well, I did. I still don't quite know how to deal with it. You are my brother. But . . . Oh Warren! It does feel good, doesn't it?"
"Yeah . . . too good. Damn . . . " He closed his eyes again. Catherine watched his face greedily as she moved her ass in different ways. She could tighten and loosen her cunt however she wanted. It was fun to do it real slow and then speed up and watch Warren's mouth curl in an agony of pleasure. When he looked about to explode, she'd stop completely and close the beginning of her opening down hard around the base of his prick. She could feel the rigid cock throbbing powerfully when she did that. Then little by little the throbbing would subside. Warren caught his breath at last.
"I just about came that time." He kissed Catherine's mouth gently. "You'd better get off me before ...
"My period starts tomorrow," she said in an off-hand way. "And I'm never late. You can do it anytime you want, darling." They kissed with wet, lingering lips until she knew he was feeling the heat again. He was breathing faster, his hands smoothed up and down the small of her back. Then his fingers slipped under the black silk of her split panties and dug into the soft meat of her ass cheeks.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped, plunging her bottom furiously again. "Ohhhhh yesssss!"
"Cathy . . . Jesus . . . you sure it's okay for me to shoot?"
"Yes darling . . . Ohhh do it. Come inside!"
The tiny tickle that had been flitting around her clit had become a focused, strong sensation now. She concentrated on that burning core as she rubbed herself viciously against the hilt of her brother's cock. He gasped her ass harder than ever. pumping from underneath. His cocktip rammed against the knotted opening of her womb. She clawed at the nape of his neck, kissed his mouth sloppily as their bodies slapped together in uncontrollable throes. Catherine no longer felt like a lonely person. She had become two. She and her brother were a new and wondrous beast. Her big tits flopped against his chest. She loved to flatten them against him. Her softly fleshed body seemed to fit against his hard muscularity so nicely. She was crushing him down into the bed, her big, curvy ass pumping up and down as fast as she could work it.
Her toes were pointed, legs tightly together. She felt the desire to grab his wrists again. It had something vaguely to do with her black stockings and the black panties. She couldn't bother with motives. She just wanted to think of herself as having control. She wanted to fuck her brother. She wanted to be on top. She wanted to be on top. She found his wrists and pinned them out to the side.
Warren didn't seem to mind. He flopped his head back and forth as she devoured his neck and face with ravenous bites.
"Ahhhhhh!" he moaned, going rigid. "Jeeeeeesus!"
"Is it good, my baby?" She was squirming over him with wild fury now. The idea flitted through her consciousness that it was rape. That exciting word brought a convulsive throb of pleasure to her pussy. She was coming, coming hard!
"Ohhh Warren . . . Ohhhhh god in heaven!" She sank her teeth into his shoulder and rubbed her flooding pussy up and down his cock shaft. Then she felt the bulging tip of his cock swell suddenly. It was pressed up against her womb when the first spurt of hot cum boiled out.
"Cathy . . . Cathy!"
"Hold on darling .
Ohhhh I'm dying it's so good . . . dying!"
He tried weakly to roll her over. But Catherine liked it the way it was. She resisted him easily. She was a big, strong girl. And in his helpless condition she knew Warren was no match for her frenzied hunger. She had him! She wanted him under her, helpless against the raging lust of her body and soul. Her baby brother was hers and no one else's.
"Ghhhhaaaaa," she babbled, as her pussy spasmed with mind jolting pleasure. She closed it down hard on her brother's cock, milking him, sucking the sap from his balls.
He jerked and twitched under her. His movements weren't so concentrated, so powerful as hers. But she could tell by the look on his face that he was feeling as much pleasure. He looked completely wiped out. The ecstasy pounded between them like live electricity.
As she felt her come finally peak and begin to die away, she clasped her open mouth over Warren's and sucked his tongue. They wiggled and squirmed until the last of the excitement had leaked away. Catherine pushed herself up on her elbows at last.
"Well?"
Warren blinked at her, looked shyly away. "I don't know what to think. It was ... "
"Pretty good," she finished for him. "Wasn't it?"
"Yeah," he admitted, blushing. "Pretty good."
"And you don't feel guilty?"
"I don't know. I guess not. It was weird with
you on top."
"I'm older than you," Catherine teased. "I get my way. Didn't I always?"
Warren let out a breath and closed his eyes again. Catherine kissed him tenderly, smoothing his young, strong body with her hands. She wanted to hold him inside her as long as she could. She could feel his slender cock melting now, but she tightened her pussy around it and held it deep. Warren felt the muscles squeezing him and smiled.
"How do you do that?"
"It's love." She looked into his seriously. "I love you, Warren."
"Man, that makes me feel really strange."
"We're close and we always have been. We've got the best reason in the world to love each other."
"But . . . well. I mean, I wanted to fuck you. And I wanted you to fuck me." She could see that it embarrassed him a little to use those words in front of her. But he went on. "It's just that . . . Oh hell, I don't know."
Catherine didn't want to push the subject. She was happy now. There was no use picking a scab. The thought made her giggle. Warren looked at her with grave seriousness.
"What if I'd knocked you up?" His eyes went scared suddenly. "Hell, I just took your word for it. Maybe I already did."
Catherine shook her head. "No. You're really trying to panic." She eased her pussy off of his cock. "Here, let me clean you up."
She stripped off her panties and dabbed gently at his slickened balls, blotting the whitish curds and her juice from the wrinkly sac. Then she dried his cockshaft gingerly and laid it up along his belly. Warren watched her with his hands behind his back.
"Be right back," she whispered, standing up. In the bathroom, Catherine let her brother's jizz ooze from her pussy. Then she dabbed at the sensitive membranes with a washrag and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed and so were the tops of her breasts. She gave her reflection a shrug.
"Well, I did it. After all these years, I did it." She waited for lightning to strike or the walls to fall down, knowing of course that they wouldn't. She hurried back to her bedroom, smiling to herself, eager to be with Warren again. But he'd slipped away. There was nothing but the dent of his body on her bed.
"Damn," she breathed to herself. "I wonder if it was too much for him." Maybe brothers were more sensitive to such things. Maybe it was because she was older. Maybe because she'd been on top. She hoped she hadn't messed things up just when they'd started out so nicely. Because she really wanted Warren for her very own. It didn't matter what her mother thought . . . what anybody thought. She was going to have him for her very own plaything. They could move to another town when she was through college. She could get an apartment in a place where no one knew them.
"God, listen to me!" she laughed. But as she lay in the dampness that their bodies had made, Catherine knew that she might not be able to stand losing Warren. He was the only male in her life. And she'd never really had that many.
"Oh Warren, don't you see how happy we could be!" Catherine tried to sleep but all she could think of was the wonderful way her brother's cock fit up into her pussy. It was only natural that it would. They'd come from the same parents. Their parts were shaped just right to work. She thought of her body, trying to imagine what Warren liked best about it. Maybe she'd buy him a present, take him up to Culverton to a movie. They could get a motel. They could fuck all night. She'd buy some new things to wear to bed. She was so excited that at last she had to get her vibrator out from under the mattress and shove it deep into her cunt. She made herself come three times before she started to get drowsy. She left the thing, dead batteries and all, stuffed inside her as she drifted off.
Chapter Four
"You're really kinda lucky tonight," Bonny said. Emily had been looking at the graffiti next to the sink. Some girl had crudely scratched a picture of a guy humping a woman dog fashion. His balls looked like melons. Emily smiled at the way the artist had made the girl's tongue flopping out of her mouth like she was really flipping out.
"What do you mean, lucky?" she called back. In the stall the toilet flushed and she heard her friend pulling up her panties. Bonny came out and started fooling with her hair.
"Oh, just the things I've heard about Tad around school."
Emily pretended disinterest. "Like what?"
"Like he goes down on chicks. He likes to."
Emily swallowed and examined her own hair. She'd shampooed and curled the ends and tried more lemon juice on her freckles. But her reddish blond hair was still pretty much the same. And the freckles weren't going to take any vacation either. It had been a last-minute date, so late in fact that her mother hadn't wanted her to go. She allowed Emily a date a month, though, and Tad Howell had the reputation of being a nice boy. Emily hadn't heard the rumors about him going down on girls. Anyway, why was Bonny making such a big deal about it? Barry had eaten her pussy and Emily had watched it happen.
"Have you ever let a boy do that?" she asked, eyes slitted in merriment.
"God no! If a guy started fooling around like that with me I'd slap his face." Bonny looked indignant. She kept brushing her hair. Her cheeks were flushed.
"I bet you would," Emily teased. "I bet Barry did it to you."
Bonny looked at Emily. "You sound mighty sure." Emily shrugged.
"Just a hunch. Are you going to let him do it again tonight?"
"Emily Ferguson, you know something, don't you!" Bonny took her by the shoulders. "You watched .. .
"Bonny, I couldn't help it. I mean, I'd never seen anything like that and the bedroom door was open a little ..."
Bonny's face was angry. "If you ever tell a soul, I'll never speak to you again, so help me!"
"I promise I won't tell. God, you really act freaky about it. I think you're ashamed or something." Emily didn't dare mention about Bonny sucking Barry's cock.
Bonny's anger drained away. She managed a smile. "I don't know. Maybe I do feel weird about letting a guy actually ... " She shuddered. "Ohhh Jesus, it feels like heaven though. I was afraid Barry might spread it around that I let him do it. But when I felt his mouth down there . . . " Bonny sighed, closed her eyes.
"I don't know how I'd feel." Emily put her comb back in her purse and threw her shoulders back to emphasize her small breasts. "anyway, it's my first date with Tad. He's not going to get that far out, I know." She fluffed her blouse. "Oh, why don't these darned things start growing."
"I wish mine would stop growing," Bonny said, indicating her full-blown tits, "They get in the way sometimes."
"Maybe we could trade. I'll give you one of my tits for one of yours." They both laughed. Emily turned to the door and was about to push through when Bonny caught her elbow.
"Hey look!" Bonny was pointing to another toilet stall. High on one corner someone had scratched crude letters in the paint. "I never saw this one before."
Emily stood on tiptoes and read the words aloud. "Tad Howell ate me till I cried." There were no initials or name to indicate who the lucky girl had been. Bonny looked smug.
"I told you he did-stuff like that. I told you!"
"We'd better be getting back to the car," Emily said, voice shaking. When they were outside she realized that the lips of her pussy were slick. She straightened her short skirt and followed Bonny up between the cars. The second feature had just started.
The boys were laughing at some joke when they found the car and slid inside. Emily was in the back with Tad. He cradled her shoulders in his arm and she leaned against him. They'd kissed a few times during the first movie. Nice, warm but shy kisses. Emily was having a good time. But the words she'd read in the restroom echoed through her head. Tad looked so . . . so shy and ordinary. He had moderately good looks, a pretty good build. But his manner wasn't such that anyone would suspect him of doing anything so . . . so naughty as kissing a girl between the legs.
"Hey Barry," Tad said, "let's tell the girls our plan and get the hell out of here."
"Yeah," Barry laughed, "we're gonna throw a party." He pulled a large paper bag from under the seat. The bag had a quart bottle in it. "Don't freak out, Bonny," he said. "it's just beer."
Emily smiled pleasantly at her date. "A party? Here?"
"Naw," Tad whispered, "we know this beat-up motel on the outskirts of Leetsdale. They'll rent us a room, no questions asked, no luggage necessary."
"I don't know," Bonny said, properly shocked. Emily was amused. Bonny had the same expression on her face as if someone had asked her to eat spinach or go to a porno movie. But she'd actually let Barry eat her and she'd had his cock in her mouth too.
"My mother wouldn't go for it," Emily said. "Don't tell your mother," Tad said. He took the beer as Barry handed it back. "Want some?"
"Just a sip. I drink my mom's sometimes." Emily swallowed some. She was watching Barry kiss Bonny. Now he was whispering something to her. Bonny blushed and stiffened and made as if to pull away from him. But he caught her shoulders and kissed her again. She sighed and melted into his arms. Emily drank more of the beer. It felt good sliding into her stomach.
"I really dig you, Emily," Tad said. "You're not so tight-assed as a lot of older girls who think beer is something a girl shouldn't drink." His choice of words shocked her some but she didn't let on. Tight-assed. What did Tad mean by that? Did it have anything to do with sex?
"Well folks, whatdoyasay?" Barry started the engine. Bonny turned it off again.
"Barry, I don't know that we should. What if this motel guy decided he didn't like us and called the cops or something. My parents would sh ... " She stopped, clapped a hand over her mouth. Then everybody giggled.
"They'd shit," Barry finished it for her. "So nothing like that is going to happen, baby. This cat is all right. All he wants is the cash for the room."
Emily was sitting on pins and needles. She knew that what they were planning to do was really wrong. But there was tension in the car. The feeling that if they didn't take a chance nothing exciting would ever happen. Emily took another swallow of beer before Barry reached for it.
"You two willing?" he asked. Tad glanced at Emily.
"Hell yes, we're going. Right, Emily?"
She shrugged. The beer was making her feel slightly giddy. Barry started the car again and dropped the speaker back on its hook. Bonny was still playing the embarrassed young virgin routine but as soon as they were out on the highway heading west, she snuggled against her date and shut up.
On the way to the Palomino Motel, Barry stopped and bought more beer. Emily wasn't sure how he did it since he wasn't twenty-one, but Barry was pretty cool like that. He left them in the car at the motel and came back in five minutes with a key.
"Told you it'd be okay," he bragged, parking at the last unit and jabbing off his lights.
The inside of their room was a little worn but clean. There were two big beds and Emily felt her heart pound at the sight of them. Bonny pretended they weren't even there. Barry got some clean glasses in the bathroom and brought them out. Now everybody had a glass of beer.
"This damned light is too bright for one thing," Barry said, turning it off. He left the bathroom door open a little. There was just enough illumination for Emily to see the hard lump in Tad Howell's pants. And the look on his face. He kicked off his shoes and socks and unbuttoned his shirt. Barry and Bonny were already locked in a tangled embrace on the bed, their clothes still on. Tad leaned against the pillows on the other bed, drinking his beer and smoking. Emily got up there beside him and kicked off her shoes too. The dim light made her knees looked more dimpled than they were. She was really too coltish and lean to have many dimples. She was thinking about girls that had dimples and girls that didn't when Tad leaned over and kissed her.
His breath was beery and tinged with cigarette smoke. But it was nice, kind of sexy, Emily thought. He put his fingers in her hair and petted her gently. Then he took another slug of beer.
"I've been wanting to date you for a year," he said. "But I knew your mom was making you wait 'til you were fifteen."
"I'm still not fifteen," she said. "It took a lot of convincing at first."
"I must have a good reputation."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Emily laughed and then blushed. "Anyway, what do mothers know about reputations?"
"How's your reputation?"
"Well ..." She looked at the bubbles in her beer. They were like tiny jewels. She felt strange emotions stirring deep inside her. When Tad put his hand on her belly, she stopped breathing for a full five seconds. His touch was so warm, so gentle. He wasn't doing anything. Just letting his palm rest there. As she breathed her tummy rose and fell. Now she was breathing faster. There was only the thin cotton of her dress between his skin and hers. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing pulse.
"You're so ... soft and small and . . " he whispered the next word, " . . . sexy."
"You think I'm sexy?" Emily laughed. She'd never thought of herself as very sexy. There were so many girls in junior high with more going for them than she had. More tits, more ass, more feminine curves. And her damned freckles didn't help much either.
"I wasn't trying to bullshit you," Tad went on. His voice was matter-of-fact, easy. He sounded so much older than he looked. Emily watched him until he turned to look at her again. She sipped nervously from her glass. Her heart felt like it was trying to break out of her chest. And Tad's hand on her belly had begun to move. She tensed a little as he eased it upwards to the bottoms of her small tits. She was almost ready to stop him when he stopped himself. As much as anything she was somewhat embarrassed by the size of her breasts. To have a guy touching them would make her more uneasy. They weren't big enough to really be called breasts. They were just little swells of soft, white flesh tipped with pink nubbins. And those nubbins were so sensitive that when she dried after bathing, the towel could really feel like sandpaper if she wasn't careful. They were sore, her breasts. That's why she hadn't bothered with a bra tonight. She really didn't have much use for one anyway and her tits felt better without anything squeezing them too hard.
"I want to touch you ... "
"Nooooo!"
Tad cupped one small titty anyway. She touched his wrist, sighing. "Tad . . I wish you wouldn't do that right now, I ... "
"They're sore, aren't they?" he said sympathetically. "I know about how it is. I have a sister see, a little younger than you. But I understand. I'll be gentle." He smiled at her, his fingers gingerly pressing in the front of her dress. Emily let her hand fall away. He was so darned polite, so sweet. And the loving caresses of his fingers were unbelievably exciting to her. More than she'd imagined they would be.
She pretended not to be too shook up. She took a long, studied drink of her beer. She hadn't noticed that Tad was undoing the first two buttons of her dress. She only realized what was happening when his hand slipped under the thin cotton and cupped the feverish tit he'd been stroking.
"Ohhh . . . Ohhhh Tad, don't!"
"It feels good, doesn't it?" He kissed her cheek. His thumb was rubbing her nipple in a most gentle way. He kissed her cheek 'again and then her chin. Their lips clung wetly for a second but the kiss, the moment, was too intense for Emily to bear. She was starting to pant.
"I feel . . . funny."
"God, you smell good," he breathed, kissing her neck now. She closed her eyes as she felt him wetting her shoulder where the collar of her dress had been pulled away. Was he unbuttoning again?
She sucked in breath and tried to get her head together. His lips were so hot and wet! His tongue flicked lightly over her collarbone. Then he was kissing his way toward her breast. Before she could think of how to stop him, he was softly licking the tender, white flesh. She grabbed his wrist again but her strength had left her. His lips touched her nipple so lightly that she held her breath. As if he knew how sensitive, how sore she was, Tad sucked the nipple as lightly as he could. She felt the pink button swell suddenly, filling with blood, pushing out from her breast and into his mouth. There was a wet sucking noise as he nursed at it.
"Nhhhhuuuuh . . . Ohhhmmmmm!"
"Emily," he breathed, leaning over her, pulling her body against him with the other hand. Emily arched her back and let her head flop weakly to the side. Her grasp on his wrist weakened and her hand fell away. Tad was feasting on the succulent, young tit now, his tongue stroking and flicking the engorged nipple. Emily growled from deep in her throat. She was dizzy, weak, helpless under the whisper-soft strokes of Tad's tongue. The soft heat of his lips made the juices flow from her pussy. She felt the crotchpiece of her panties go wet with slickness.
Another button came undone, then another. Her dress had buttons all the way down to the waist and Tad seemed intent on getting to every one of them. He spread the bright-colored material to expose her belly. Light blond down picked up the light from the bathroom. Her navel looked like a shallow crater on her firm, fatless girlflesh. Tad kissed the crater. His tongue searched against her sensitive navel.
"Tad . . . Ohhh god, I don't think we should be doing this!"
"Yes we should. You need it. I can tell. God, how you need it!"
"Need wh-wh-what?"
"Need someone to love you."
"Look ... I . . . Well, I'm not . . . I mean, I don't intend to go all the ... "
"Shhhh," he said, smiling and then his mouth had fastened around her other breast. It was like starting all over again. Emily squirmed with shivering pulses of pleasure bursting up through her belly and down across her thighs. Tad wet the unkissed breast thoroughly until its nipple too was jutting up like a tiny finger into his mouth. Now Emily was panting like a dog on the run. She couldn't think, couldn't reason anymore. Her small hands fluttered at the back of Tad's head. She dug her nails into his hair finally, pulling him against her with a hungry moan.
"Ohhh . . . Ohhhh, jesus, that feels good!"
He kissed down her belly again. He didn't seem in any hurry. Dimly, Emily could hear Barry and Bonny on the other bed. Bonny was making sharp, animal noises. Emily wondered briefly what Barry was doing to her. But the thrills that throbbed through her body blotted all that out.
Tad was kissing below her navel. He'd reached the point where there weren't any more buttons to undo. Then she felt him lifting the hem of her skirt. He had it up before she could stop him, so she didn't even try. His hot lips wet her thigh then.
"Nooo . . . Ohhh god noooo!"
"Yes, Emily! I want to! I want to real bad!"
Emily wiggled as the thrills kept blasting through her. She felt so hot and runny down there. What would Tad think if he tried to kiss her . . . pussy? Her panties were soaking wet where they clung to her mound. No boy had ever looked at her mound. She didn't know how a boy thought of a girl ... that part of a girl. But she'd looked at herself inside before . . . with a mirror. Her pussy was a strange-looking thing. Even though she'd carried it around with her for almost fifteen years.
"Tad ... Nuuhhhh!"
"Baby ... "
"Ohhhh ... Ohhhh wow!" Her panty crotch was being stretched to one side. Again she tried to get her hands down to stop him but the next moment something warm and slick and tickly brushed across her plump, outer lips. She felt the sparse curls being petted. Her cleft was gently forced open. Tad's tongue inched shyly into the steamy, juicy mess. As he caressed her clit, Emily choked on a breath. Her knees locked straight. Her heart was a tom-tom in her ears. It was happening! Just what Bonny had hinted. Tad was eating her pussy! It seemed so terribly naughty, so unheard of! She couldn't keep her ass still now. She rolled it slowly against the licking, sucking force of Tad's mouth. He had her ankles in his hands and was forcing her to bend her knees. Too weak to resist, Emily let him press her thighs back against her body, heels against her ass. Then he widened them and she felt her pussy divide completely. She was a wet, feverish flower down there. And Tad meant to devour her. He slipped her pants off, flipped them away.
"Nhhhhoooooo," she groaned, out of her_ mind with the pleasure that filled her completely, Tad lapped slowly at the tumid, exposed petals. Her juices dripped hotly down the crack of her ass. He wet her with his spit. She knew that her cunt hair was plastered in tiny curlicues against her mound. And all the time, Tad kept her bent legs shoved back hard, shoved apart to give him every square inch of her pussy to eat on. Emily shuddered as a tickly sensation began to beat around her clit. It pulsed regularly, building, growing more intense with each passing second. Tad seemed to know what was happening. He teased her with the flat of his tongue, then moved away when the pleasure become so intense she thought she might scream.
"Ohhh . . . what's happening to me? Ohhhh Tad . . . Ohhh god damn!"
"Emily baby, you smell so good, so damned good!"
"Tad . . . your mouth!" She thought of Barry and Bonny on the next bed. Were they watching her? Embarrassment made her ears burn. She managed to turn her head and focus on the hugging couple nearby. Bonny's head was thrown back, her dress jammed up under her arms. Her big tits were being kissed thoroughly. And then Emily saw that Barry's jeans were yanked down to expose his ass. He gave a lunge, bringing his hips up and under. Bonny's eyes pinched tighter from the force of his movement and Emily knew at once that down there in the secret shadows betwen her best friend's thighs something devastating was taking place. Barry's cock was being forced into Bonny's young pussy! He moved again growling against her neck. Bonny let out a cry of pain.
"It broke," she hissed, grasping Barry's back with both hands, pulling him deeper into her body. "Ohhhh god Barry, it's going in!"
Emily was stunned by what she saw and heard. And the peek she'd had of the other couple only increased her own fires. She wasn't going to go that far . . . she wasn't going to fuck! But just seeing it take place made her quiver with want. Bonny was losing her virginity right before her very eyes. Her redheaded friend had done it! She'd gone all the way.
Tad had his hands under her ass now, licking her furiously. She felt the rhythmic throbs of pleasure again. They came on strong and unyielding. Her breasts tingled and she wished she could be kissed there again while Tad was working between her thighs. She cupped her swells with her hands and began to rub the nipples. Her belly heaved. Her breath came in labored gasps. And then she rode high, flew up from the bed it seemed as the itchy goodness of her come swamped her senses.
"Ohhh . . . Tad . . . fuck ... shit ... Ohhhh god damn it . . . !" She grabbed his hair and twisted it in her fingers. She pulled him hard against her exploding pussy, plunging her trim hips furiously. The teasing, tantalizing flutter of his tongue brought shrieks of pleasure from her throat. And all the while Tad held her legs bent back against her. The mattress creaked as they rolled around. Her throes peaked and she screamed again. On the bed next to them, Bonny screamed too. Faintly, Emily could hear the slick suck of Barry's prick fucking deep into Bonny's body.
Emily's ecstasy engulfed her completely now. Tad had let go her legs and she hooked them over his shoulders and squeezed his head. He ate at her pussy like it was some exotic fruit that he wanted to savor. Then the sharp, turbulent excitement leaked away and she was left with a lovely afterglow. Tad gently stopped his licking. She heard his belt buckle click as he slipped down his pants.
"Nooo! Not that!" She saw him falling towards her, trying to get between her slender legs. Somehow she cocked them back and kicked outwards . . . hard! Her heels drove against his chest and Tad spun backwards, half off the bed. Weakly, Emily crawled off the edge of the bed and staggered towards the bathroom. Her unbuttoned dress slipped off one shoulder but she caught it and limped into the safety of the small, lit room. She closed the door behind her just as Tad hit it with his shoulder. She found the lock and turned that too.
"Emily . . . listen ..
"If I listen to you I know what will happen!"
"I'll be good. I promise. Just come back out."
"No. Not for a while anyway." She closed the commode lid and sat down. She was trembling all over. She lifted her dress and spread her knees slowly to gaze into the inflamed mess Tad had made of her young cunt. Her juices were still dripping out and the inner petals had become so swollen that they poked out from her outer lips, even when she closed her legs.
"God . . . god . . . god . . . !"
"You all right, Emily?" Tad called. She saw the doorknob turn.
"Just leave me alone. I'm not opening the door." She took off her dress and stood in the tub. She ran cold water from the spigot and splashed it up between her legs. It seemed to help the inflammation some and after a minute or so, her pussy had lost its swollen, red look.
She-patted herself dry and got out of the tub. Her dress was a wrinkled mess, but she buttoned it up again and smoothed it down. She felt funny without panties.
"Tad, bring me my panties, please."
"Look, I wasn't going to do anything dumb," Tad said, getting her attention. "I had something to use..."
"You don't understand." She took a deep breath, let it out. "Oh hell, pour me some beer, would you?"
They went back to the bed and sat against the headboard. Tad lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs and put it out. He still didn't have on his pants and the front of his underwear was all swollen out. But Emily tried not to stare. She was still trying to calm her nerves after what her date had done to her pussy with his mouth. It made her ears glow red just to think about it.
"I liked doing that to you," Tad said, as if he'd read her mind. Emily didn't speak. "I mean, you're "Sorry little girl. I'm keeping them for a souvenir. You sure don't want to give me anything else."
Emily got her hair back in some kind of shape, frowned at her freckles for the tenth time that day and unlocked the bathroom door. Tad was leaning' casually against the wall just outside. He had a beer glass in his hand.
"I'm sorry I freaked," she said. "But I just didn't want ... " A groan from the other bed made her glance over. Barry and Bonny had stripped off their clothes now and gotten under the
beautiful down there - between your legs. You might not know it, but you are. I could eat you all night. I could eat you ... "
"Shut up Tad." She swallowed and ran a fingertip around the top of her glass.
"Can't a guy tell you how he feels?" He filled his glass with fresh brew and drank half of it down quick. "I could've caught you, you know," he said offhandedly. "But I knew you were freaked and I didn't want to make it worse."
Emily sat there staring at her beer. It was getting warm in her hand so she drank it down and held out her glass for more. The booze made her feel a little better. Tad put a finger under her chin and made her look up at him. Then he kissed her on the lips. It was a soft, brushing kiss, nothing forceful. Emily was moved. Tad smiled.
"See when a guy gets that far along . . . well, he almost had to do something about it. If he doesn't it starts hurting. Hurting pretty bad." He frowned in pain. Emily stared at him. She'd never heard this before. Or had she? Hadn't Bonny mentioned something one time? About a guys balls. Blueballs was how her friend had put it. Yes, she remembered now.
"You mean, you're in pain? Right now?"
"Yeah."
"I didn't know," she said touching his hand.
"Forget it. You couldn't help getting a little upset, I guess." He moved on the bed and his face pinched as if he was hurting bad. Emily suddenly felt like a louse.
"I'm sorry Tad, really. But I just don't want to fuck. It scared me when you started pulling off..."
"I know. Forget it, I said."
They were silent for a while. Emily tried twice to say something. But she couldn't find the nerve.
At last she grabbed her glass hard and closed her eyes.
"Is there something I could . . . well, I mean .. . I can't go all the way with you, Tad. But if you want to kiss me some more and maybe hug me . . . Ohh I don't know how it's hurting you and I'm sorry I let it go this far and ...
"Hey, you don't have to apologize," he said and kissed her cheek. She smiled at him. She wanted to help. But she wasn't even sure she could. Maybe after a boy got to hurting, it ruined anything else that had to do with sex. Tad was sure acting laid back.
"There is something you might do. If you didn't mind."
"Tell me," she said, "I don't want you to hurt like this."
"Do you have any hand lotion in your purse?" "Sure ... " She smiled, then blushed furiously.
Tad took her face between his hands and made her look into his eyes.
"You don't have to. If you don't want to." Emily gulped and lowered her lashes. "I w-w-want to. Really." She swung her legs off the
bed. "I'll get my purse."
She had her back to him for only a second, but when she came to the bed again, she found Tad stripped naked, resting on his back. His legs were slightly spread and his cock jutted up into the air. It bobbed powerfully with each beat of ,his heart. She felt completely at a loss as to what to do next. She looked at the bottle of lotion in her hand, then back at Tad's crotch. She knelt there beside him and put her palm on his stomach.
"I've never done this before. I don't know what you want."
"Use your imagination, Emily. I know you'll take care of things just fine."
"It's okay for me to . . . to touch it?"
"I hope you get that far," Tad laughed, and Emily smiled too as the tension between them dissolved some. She squirted a little lotion into her palm and smoothed it between her fingers. Shen she held the bottle above Tad's cocktip and let the white cream flow down over it until his shaft was dripping. Slowly she curled her soft fingers around the rigid shaft and began to caress it.
The heat of his flesh surprised her. And when she slipped her hand up so that her forefinger brushed the flared crown of the head, it throbbed and swelled. She wondered if she should be touching a guy quite so intimately, but the look on Tad's face told her it was all right. His stomach moved with his breathing. His eyes were on her, watching every move. She slid her hand up and down his hot cock. The hand lotion popped and smacked between her fingers. And when she "rubbed over that bulging head, his shaft stiffened and jumped against her movements.
"Yeah baby, you're doing it right . . . but faster . . . faster!"
"Like this?" She pumped him with a steady rhythm. The slap of the cream on her hand sounded very sexy. And his cock seemed to be getting hotter by the second. She saw his balls hanging loose in their sac. They looked like eggs and she wondered what they might feel like. But if Tad was hurting down there, she sure didn't want to touch them.
"Use your other hand if you want," Tad groaned.
"Where?"
"My balls . . . hurry!"
Emily gently held the two orbs in her palm. Then, watching Tad's reactions so she'd know if she hurt him, she began to roll them around. He threw his head back and forth and his breathing became more strained. And his cock was getting stiffer all the time.
She was excited all over again. The slick, smooth feel of that cockhead made her wonder what Tad was experiencing. Since his tip was dark with blood, that meant the membrane she touched had to be very thin. Tad was feeling everything! The slightest rubbing had its effect on him. Then she started wondering what it must feel like to a boy to have his hard prick deep inside the soft slick heat of a girl's body. The mere thought made her dizzy. She had no experience to draw from. Could a girl feel that slender shape up in her, too?
"Baby . . . Emily!"
"Am I hurting you?"
"God no ... I'm just getting close . . . go slow, Emily, go slow!"
"Like this?" She worked her hot fingers gingerly around the flared ridge, listening to Tad's breathing. He stopped altogether when she squeezed her fingers tight around the swollen knob. The tiny slit opened and a droplet of fluid grew there until it was big enough to dribble down over her knuckles. It looked like Tad was trying to say something to her. His mouth worked but no words came out. She squeezed a little tighter massaging his balls at the same time. Then she felt something up where his sac grew from his body. It was a lump that swelled with a strong rhythm. The little tube that ran up the underside of his prick was bulging too, as if it was jammed full of something that couldn't escape.
"Ohhh," she said, realizing what she was doing. She released her fingers from around his angry-looking tip. A fountain of cum leaped into the air and spattered down over her arms and Tad's belly. He grunted with agonized pleasure, lunging with his hips to slide his cock up and down through the clasping circle of her fingers. She could feel the surging spurts as they erupted from Tad's cocktip. Emily had never felt anything so exciting her life. She felt her pussy flood with fresh juice. She massaged and jacked Tad's cock until at last there was nothing else oozing from the opening. - Then she wiped her hands on the sheet and looked at his relaxed body.
She almost wished he hadn't finished. Because now she was hot all over again. She wanted him to lick her some more. Or kiss her. Or feel her up. But it. looked like he was about to drift off to sleep instead. And when she looked over at Bonny and Barry, they were doing the same thing. In fact, Barry was snoring. And Bonny looked ready to spend the night curled in his arms.
"Shit," Emily hissed and got up from the bed. She poured herself some more beer and sat in a chair against the wall. Tad just lay there, his belly glistening with pools of drying cum. She still had on her dress, but Tad had done something to her panties. She was fighting the urge to touch herself between the legs. As if that first come hadn't been enough! But it hadn't. It had been an appetizer, it had just awakened her real hunger. She wanted - More sex. Not anything dangerous like really fucking . . . but sex! It was weird how that desire had been taking over lately.
"Jesus," she said, looking with disgust at her sleeping friends. "Some party."
* * * When Barry pulled up in front of her house and Tad walked her to the door, Emily was shivering with anticipation. Tad had been drowsy all the way back. But she knew that she'd be getting a good night kiss, and maybe more. She took him by the hand and pulled him into the shadows of the big tree by the front porch. It was dark in there, away from the glare of the porch light. She circled her small arms around his waist and pulled him up against her. He kissed her lips, but not like he had something more in mind. Emily was burning up. She rubbed her mound against his body teasingly.
"You still have my panties."
"Yeah." He smiled and kissed her again, this time with somewhat more energy. Emily gave him her tongue to suck and kept moving her belly against him, hoping to get him excited. She wanted to feel his fingers petting her hot little mound again, she wanted him to rub her against the side of the house.
"Ohhh . . . Tad ... I've had such a good time." "I'll call you up," Tad said.
"Don't leave yet." Her unashamed need surprised him. Emily didn't care.
"I think I'd better get back to the car. Barry wants to have another go at Bonny before he takes her home and he can't do it parked in front of your house."
Emily kissed him again, took his hand and put it under her dress. But he just gave her seeping mound a gentle squeeze and turned to go. She let herself into the house and leaned against the door for a moment.
"Damn Tad Howell, anyway." And now she knew she was growing up . . . maturing.
She went upstairs and was on her way down the hall to her room when she heard the sounds from her sister's bedroom. Sandra was gasping with obvious passion behind the closed door. At first Emily was certain her seventeen-year-old sister was doing something to herself and the thought excited her. But when she gently shoved the door open and peeked in, her heart stopped from the shock of what she saw.
Her brother Warren was on his back. Sandra lay on top of his body, her inflamed pussy speared by Warren's stiff cock. They'd left the bedlamp on and Emily could see the glossy juice every time Sandra dragged her cunt back off of the rigid shaft. The two of them were moaning and gasping and babbling something awful.
Quickly, Emily pulled the door closed again. She went weakly to her room and sat on the bed in the darkness, trying to cope with the fantastic thing she'd just observed. Had she imagined it? No. They were there, all right. Sandra and Warren. Fucking. Her very own brother and sister.
Her first emotion was one of jealousy. Though she'd never really dreamed of doing anything carnal with Warren, she'd always used him as a sex object in her erotic daydreams. And to see Sandra doing in real life what she'd only thought about made Emily bite her lip in anger. But the second emotion she felt was one of lust. If Sandra could do it, why couldn't she get some fun out of the situation? She wouldn't dream of actually going all the way with her own brother. That was a little too much. But she could make him . . . excite her. There were other ways. Emily closed her eyes and remembered how Tad's mouth had felt against her tumid little pussy tonight in the motel. Fucking couldn't be much better than that! An idea flickered into focus in her mind. It would take a little nerve, but she'd taken on a little more of life than usual lately. Going out with Tad proved that. Why not shake things up a little and have some fun at the same time?
Emily dug her Polaroid camera out of her bottom drawer and made sure there was film in it. Then she fitted a flashbulb in the socket and went out into the hall again. She eased herself up to the door of her sister's room. The sounds had changed, but they were still going at it. Carefully, she pushed the door open and looked in again.
Sandra was on her hands and knees on the bed, Warren humping her from behind like a dog. At the angle she had, Emily could get a good shot of her brother's cock actually sliding into her sister's pussy. She felt the anger again, the unfairness of it all. Everybody was getting their goodies but her. Yet she knew that as soon as that flashbulb popped, all hell would break loose. Her nerve began to weaken. She chewed her bottom lip, watching the ravenous way Warren was ramming his cock into Sandra's body.
Then, before she could talk herself out of the venture, Emily crawled into the bedroom on hands and knees, crouched close to the ecstatic pair and clicked off a shot.
Warren grunted with surprise as the room was illuminated for a second by the flash cube. He turned, saw Emily slipping out the door. Emily hurried to her room, closed and locked the door and went to her desk to watch the picture develop. It appeared on the sheet of film in full, erotic color. She sucked in a breath at how sharp the focus had been. Warren had just pulled back his cock when she'd snapped the shutter. She could make out the bulging dark blue head of it just pushing into the red membranes of Sandra's pussy.
The tap on her door came just about when Emily expected it. She slipped the photograph into the little crack where the back of her radio had come loose. Nobody would ever think of looking there. Then she went to let her brother in.
"What the hell do you think you're up to?" Warren said between his teeth. He grabbed Emily roughly and pushed her back and forth.
"You'd better stop!" she screeched.
"I'd better have that little snapshot you just took," he threatened.
"If mama knew, she'd send you to a concentration camp!" Emily spit, twisting loose from his grasp. "I mean it's just awful! You and Sandra! Your very own sister!"
"So you're going to show it to mom?" Warren was shaking. His face was white and he had to sit on the bed. Emily noticed that when he'd jerked on his jeans he hadn't bothered with underwear or with zipping up his fly. She could see his cock, still glossy with her sister's juice. "Well, are you going to show it?"
"I didn't say that. I didn't think I'd have to go that far." She walked around the room to keep from looking nervous. Now that she'd started the ball rolling, she wasn't sure exactly how to bring off her little game. She was too embarrassed to actually come out with her outrageous demand.
"Okay, I smell what you're up to," Warren said, rubbing his hands together. He nodded, finally discovered his open fly and closed it. "I'll pay you back that ten dollars I borrowed a year ago, Emily. And I'll drive you wherever you want to go, whenever you want ... "
Emily giggled. This was turning out even better than she'd hoped. "Well, that's a start."
"A start!" Warren got up. "Look, damnit .. . I'm not J. Paul Getty!"
"It's not more money," Emily said, voice shaking. This was going to be the hard part. She took a breath, took another. How could she ask her brother to . . . to go down on her? But her young body was tingling just thinking about it. She'd gone this far. She had to go through with things now.
"What the hell do you want," Warren said impatiently.
"I...well ...you know ...uh..."
"I'm not a mind-reader, Emily." He paced the room, glancing here and there as if he might accidentally discover the photograph. Emily fidgeted.
"You know what a boy does to a girl sometimes?"
Warren looked at her with disbelief. "What did you say?"
"I don't mean fucking," she whispered. "I mean what a boy does to a girl sometimes before they fuck."
"Why don't you just say it." He put his hands on his hips and stared at her.
"Go down. I think that's what they call it."
"Jesus Christ, I can't believe this shit! My baby sister wanting me to eat her . . . " He stopped, shook his head. He was turned with his back to her. Emily watched his shoulders for a clue as to what he might be thinking. Then he put his hand on the door knob. Emily knew she would never have the nerve to actually show that photo to her mother anyway. It had all been a big bluff. She was about to go to the radio and get it out for her brother when he turned in the doorway and looked at her.
"I'll be back in my room in half an hour. Right now I think I need some scotch from mom's liquor cabinet." Warren closed the door behind him and Emily was alone.
"It worked," she whispered, not really believing it. In half an hour she would sneak into Warren's room and ... "Oh god, I can't wait!" She jumped up and down on her bed. Then she hurried to the bathroom and started running a tub. She wanted to be fresh and squeaky when she opened her thighs for her brother's hot mouth. It was going to be lovely. And she meant to have it every night of the week!
Chapter Five
Sandra could hardly believe her ears when Warren told her of Emily's little plot. Her very own sister! And Emily was so young. At the end of the week, she still wasn't any less shocked. She went to school in a daze, came home in a daze. But this was just the beginning of her problems. She longed for her brother to take care of her again. Now that the ice had been broken, she wanted his body against hers, wanted his cock plowing and ramming her soft pussy. Emily had other ideas.
Emily had made rules for Warren and Sandra to ....abide by. It seemed that little sister wanted Warren all for herself. Warren had told Sandra about it. Emily wanted him to take care of her sexual needs With his mouth only. But sweet Emily didn't want him to go on having relations with Sandra.
Sandra was infuriated at first. But now, ten days after her last sex with Warren she was growing nervous, fidgety. She played with herself constantly and yet wasn't able to bring herself to that final peak of pleasure. It was easy to figure out. She wanted the real thing. She wanted Warren's prick inside her.
Emily had it all worked out. She kept a constant eye on either Warren or Sandra herself. Sandra threatened her once, but Emily acted like she'd just as soon show their mother that photograph as not and Sandra decided to back off. But she kept on needing the loving arms of her brother wrapped around her maturing body. She wanted to feel him taking her down on the bed and filling her with swollen, hot prick! Sooner or later the moment of opportunity would come, she thought. Emily couldn't watch them every second of every day. And finally, Sandra hatched a plan.
Since Emily could overhear anything going on in either Warren's room or her own, Sandra decided they'd have to get together someplace else. On Friday, she left a note in Warren's car for him to find. She hoped Emily wouldn't get wise and discover it first. But she was so horny that she had to take the chance. There wasn't anyplace to go where they could really be alone. No place private enough for two teenagers to get it on together. So she settled for the lobby of the Bluemonte Hotel. They wouldn't be able to do anything there, of course, but at least they could think of something.
Sandra dressed carefully for the occasion. They would have only a short time together so there wouldn't be time for undressing. She chose a floor-length dress with a lot of deep folds. It was out of style, but it would hide what was really going on. With a razor blade, she cut a slit in one of the deepest folds. The way the dress hung, no one could possibly notice the opening. It was directly between her thighs and a few inches below her mound. Her fingers trembled as she made the gash. She knew what would be fitting into the opening if everything went right.
She didn't bother with panties. Nor a bra. That way Warren could feel her better when the moment came. On her way downtown, she stopped by a drugstore that sold rubbers on the shelf and bought a package of very good ones. At least they cost more than the others. The female clerk didn't lift an eyebrow as she sacked the purchase and made change. But Sandra was blushing when she walked out and headed toward the Bluemonte. Warren was standing in the lobby smoking a cigarette. He ground it out when he saw her swing through the door.
"I sure hope Emily isn't wise to this," he said, voice low. "She was waiting to walk home with me when I got out of class yesterday. I never know when she's going to turn up next."
"Well, she has to go to school, too," Sandra smiled. "In fact she's in class right now and probably thinks you are too."
"How did you manage this?" he said, hugging her shoulders.
"I told Mr. Shapp the principle that I had a dental appointment." She had already noticed the swollen lump in her brother's jeans.
"Oh, that's really original."
"Oh Warren," she sighed, "I need you bad. I can't even come anymore . . . unless ... " She stopped and leaned her head against his chest.
"Come on. Let's get the elevator."
They kissed passionately as the car sped upwards. "Thank god for automatic elevators, right?" her brother laughed.
"But we can't just keep riding up and down and hope to have any fun," Sandra breathed. "People will be getting on and off." Just then the car stopped and two couples got on. They rode three floors and exited, but Sandra felt her nerves jangle everytime the car lurched to a stop at another floor. "Let's get out here," she urged. Holding her hand, Warren followed.
They went down a long hall of closed doors. The carpet muffled everything except their excited breathing.
"I don't know how we can do much anyway," Warren said, "with that dress of yours in the way."
"I've thought of that," she said, pinching him. She found a door at the end of the hall and leaned up against the wall near it. "How about here?" she said, voice breaking with emotion.
"God. It's not really too private, is it?"
Leaving her bag hanging on her shoulder, Sandra dug a foil package out and broke the seal. She almost dropped it twice. Finally she peeled it free and looked up at her brother. He was panting too, eyes bright with anticipation. He pulled her mouth to his and kissed her hard.
"There's a slit in the front of my skirt," she breathed against his ear. Her fingers were busy at his fly. She eased his shorts down and freed his rigid cock. It took a few tries to get the rubber to roll down straight over his prick but finally she made it. Then she opened the place in her long dress and pulled her brother's meat up between her thighs.
"No panties!" he gasped as she rubbed the bulging head up between her cunt lips.
"Now," Sandra said, "here's our little play. My _folks are visiting from another city. They have this room beside us ... " she waved her hand at the closed door, "and you've taken me' out for lunch."
"Let me guess," Warren smiled. "I'm kissing you goodbye by the door here. Tonight we're going to have another date, but right now I want something to remember you by."
"Sure," she said, "young couples kiss all the time outside doors."
"Even brothers and sisters?"
Warren's words thrilled her. "Yessss," she moaned, pulling him against her. His cock was becoming wet from the juices that leaked from her excited cunt. He kissed her neck and mouth and pressed her up against the wall hard. Her ass cheeks were flattened from the force and her breasts tingled tingled against her brother's chest. She slipped a hand through the cut in her long dress and guided him into the hollow that opened up into her body. Warren had to lift her feet off the floor a little to make their parts match. But with her dress almost dragging the floor, no one would be able to tell. She moaned and her head flopped to the side as the weight of her own body forced her pussy down over his rigid cock.
"Nhhhuuuuu . . . Ohhh god, I've waited all week for this!"
"Sandra . . . Ohhh baby, I've been out of my mind too." His balls had slipped through the opening in her dress too. Sandra put her arms around his neck and opened her mouth. They kissed, tongues mingling. Warren ground his cock deeper into her slippery hold. It was perfect! And Sandra knew that if someone happened down the hall, it would only look like a couple of kids making out a little.
It was strange fucking while standing up. It was exciting, too. Warren had her shoved hard against the wall. She couldn't get away, didn't want to. She ground her hips in a slow circle while he rooted with his cocktip. And he could come all he wanted too. They wouldn't have to worry about pulling out before he shot.
Somewhere down the hallway a door opened and a middle-aged man came out. He glanced briefly in their direction, smiled understandingly and' headed for the elevators. And even as Sandra returned his smile, Warren had fucked upwards, lifting her feet from the carpet. Her clit nestled against the base of his hardness and a throbbing tickle spread through her body. They were fucking in public and nobody suspected a thing.
"Nhhhuuuuuuh ... Ohhhh yesss, Warren darling!"
"I can't think of anyone but you anymore, Sandra," he gasped, plunging up and down inside her. "I know it's wrong f o r kin to ... " Her own hot sounds made him stop talking. He was getting his hands in under her blouse and the pressure against the bottoms of her breasts made Sandra tremble. She was on tip-toes again, arms tight around her brother's neck. He fucked her ;'powerfully. Her ass bumped the wall with a steady rhythm.
"Ohhh god, I feel like I'm gonna come already," she sighed.
"I wish we could lay down," Warren said, ;;opening the front of her blouse. Sandra looked down the hall to make sure they weren't being watched. But there was no one in sight. She felt her brother's wet mouth cover one of her nipples and suck the feverish nubbin between his teeth.
"Huuunnn . . . g-g-god!"
"Like that?"
"Do I like it! Ohhhh Warren, I'm gonna come, honey. I'm gonna do it . . . now!"
She thrust her hips furiously against his movements. She could feel that engorged tip pressing against her womb. It was bigger than she'd ever felt before. It was huge! And a steady throbbing pulse pounded through Warren's meat. "Does it feel good?" she gasped.
"It's really far out . . . getting you like this . . . against the wall!"
"Ohhh, I like it too!" She bit his chin as the thundering tickle of ecstasy began to tease at her senses. Even with her long dress on, she could feel her brother's prick poking through that slit she'd cut in the material. It was almost as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. But she longed to wrap her legs around him. And she couldn't get away with that right out here in the hallway of a downtown hotel. Or could she?
As her excitement quickened, Sandra decided to forget any pretense of appearing cool. She clung to her brother's neck with all her might and threw her legs around his middle, scissoring him tightly as her ass thrashed in frenzied circles. With her pussy stretched like that she could feel his cock sliding in and out of her. She could almost feel the bulging veins on it, and the little tube that ran along the underside. She could tell by the way his tip was flared out that he was about to fill the rubber.
"Sandra ... baby . . . somebody's gonna see," he moaned. But she clasped her thighs even tighter around him as his prick speared into her seeping pussy. The hot juices dripped down her legs. Her breath wheezed from her lungs as she felt herself about to come.
Excitedly she grabbed her brother's balls, thrusting her hands under her long dress to do it. She didn't even care if they were seen now. She wanted to feel that wonderful thing that was making her feel so full, so itchy with pleasure. And grabbing Warren's balls seemed to push him over the line. She felt his body lurch and they teetered back from the wall until he got his balance again.
"Sandra . . . Uhhhnnnn!"
"Ohhh honey, do it! Fuck me harder! come . . . come . . . come!"
She bit his shoulder and pressed his exploding ails up against her outer lips as her juice wet his cock and her knuckles. She was shoved against the wall again. Her legs scissored convulsively as if she re trying to squeeze the cream from his body.
Warren drooled on her neck and made a sound as he was passing out. Again, he fell away from the wall and staggered in circles in the narrow hallway. She rode him, skewered on his slender prick. She kept her arms tight around his neck and pumped her ass wildly to bring on the dizzying storm of utter joy. Her thigh muscles bulged with tension as she came. And she was crying out . . . she couldn't help herself. It just felt too damned good to stay quiet.
"Shhhhh," her brother said, almost laughing with the tension himself. He reeled, almost went down. But Sandra didn't care if they fell. She was blind with the devastating shivers of pleasure that jolted through her. Her pussy tightened on the hot prick that was ramming it so furiously. Keeping her muscles clasped around him like that, Sandra tossed her ass like she wanted to break her brother's cock off and keep it forever inside her.
He grunted and his knees almost folded. She grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him. He moaned into her mouth and his eyes were half-lidded. By the uncontrollable way he was jerking, she knew that he was pumping the thin rubber full of hot seed.
Somehow Warren blundered into a corner and they finished there, wedged comfortably between the two walls. Sandra cooed against his ear as he ground her climax into splintered tickles of loveliness. At the last she felt the surges of his jizz shooting up that tube and frothing out into the stretched confines of the rubber. Then, slowly, she let her feet dangle down to the floor again. They kissed lingeringly. With gentleness that made her giddy, Warren eased his prick from her tortured, swollen hole.
She looked down at the rubber that glistened with her sex butter. The tip sagged with Warren's cream. He shoved it into his shorts, rubber and all and zipper up. No one had come down the hall. He smiled at her as if proud of his performance.
"Well," she said breathlessly, "we did it!"
On their way back home, Sandra held her brother's hand as long as she dared. Just before he let her out six blocks from the house, she turned to him.
"I'm going to try to get those pictures away from Emily," she said. "Maybe I could say something to Catherine. Tell her how we feel about each other." She tilted her head. "Why are you blushing, Warren?"
"Nothing ..."
"You act like you know something that I don't."
"What would I know?"
"Anyway," Sandra went on, "Cathy might be able to ..."
"I wouldn't say anything to Catherine." Warren rubbed his nose.
"Why not? She's taking all those psychology classes. She'd understand about us better than anybody else. And maybe Emily would listen to her. I mean, Emily- is just maturing and has all these terribly strong sex urges and I'm sure she doesn't know quite how to handle them ... "
"Are we handling our sex urges any better?" He tightened his hands on the steering wheel.
"But our thing isn't just sex. It's love too. Isn't it?" Sandra felt a little out of focus. As if all she'd been assuming wasn't really true after all.
"Sure. I guess. I mean, you're my sister. It's hard to know exactly how I feel about you sometimes. When I'm fucking you, I know. But thinking about the whole thing and Emily threatening us and ... " He worked his jaw muscles and .frowned. "I wonder if maybe I should get the hell out of the � house for a while. Find an apartment somewhere."
Sandra left her brother in his gloomy mood. But not before he warned her one last time about telling any of their secrets to Catherine. Sandra was suspicious of his motives. He knew Catherine well enough to realize that she wouldn't go blabbing anything to their mother or dad. And still Warren had insisted that Catherine not be told.
It made Sandra want to tell her sister all the more. She was about to explode with the emotions of lusting after her very own brother. She had to reveal herself to someone who might understand. And Emily needed to be talked to. Sandra felt that she and Warren had something worth salvaging. But Emily was just a hot pants looking to stir up trouble. She was too young to know anything about mature love. She'd seen Warren doing things to her older sister and wanted to get in on the fun herself. Sandra wished she had the nerve to slap Emily's face. But then she might really freak out and tell all to mom.
When she got to the house she hurried upstairs, hoping she might find Catherine in her room studying. But she wasn't home from classes yet. Sandra poked around her older sister's room, realizing that she knew almost nothing about Cathy's personal life. Did she have any secret lovers? Did she lust after her associates at the university?
Sandra opened a drawer, knowing that she was getting snoopy. The ivory-colored vibrator lay among a tangle of black stockings, garter belts and panties. It was so unlike her sis to have such things around that at first Sandra doubted they really belonged to Catherine. She picked up the cock-shaped device and turned the base until it began to buzz. The shiver of the thing in her hand made her pant just thinking of how it would feel to have that thing sliding in between the lips of her pussy. Did her sister use something so ... so wicked as a vibrator? Sandra had thought that only nymphomaniacs had a need for such devices. But there it was in her sister's drawer. She turned it off and put it back down in the soft silkiness of the strange black undergarments. She tried to imagine Catherine wearing such stuff. But to think of all that black on Catherine, her blonde hair in a bun, her owl-like glasses on ... it just didn't fit.
Sandra made sure everything in her sister's room was like when she came in and closed the door behind her. Emily was coming up the steps, her arms loaded with books.
"Where were you today?" she said, her freckled nose wrinkled up in anger. "You didn't come back to school after lunch."
Sandra had hoped that Emily wouldn't notice. The junior high was three blocks from the high school, after all. But sweet Emily had her ways of finding things out.
"I ... I didn't feel too good. My period started and the principle let me come home."
"You went and fucked Warren somewhere, didn't you?" Emily stared up at her, eyes on fire. "Boy are you perverted!"
"Me perverted!" Sandra laughed. "Look what you want him to do to you!"
"And he likes it too," Emily snapped. "He likes to kiss me down there . . ."
"You little dummy," she said. "Boys don't like anything unless they can slide their cocks into something warm and wet and slippery." She knew that wasn't quite true, but Emily didn't know anything anyway.
"Well, how come he gets to breathing fast and moaning when he's licking me?"
"He's thinking of how nice it would be if he could poke you," Sandra told her. This made Emily frown. She bit her bottom lip. Then she pushed by Sandra and stomped into her room. Sandra almost went after her. She felt like shaking her dumb little sister by the shoulders until she handed over that photograph. But she didn't. She went to her own room instead and peeled her long dress off.
Her pussy was still swollen from the workout Warren had given her. She lay on the bed naked, fondling her breasts, thinking about her brother and wondering if somehow they might be able to make it in that closet that connected their two rooms. If they were quiet about it, maybe Emily wouldn't even know what was going on.
Chapter Six
That evening at supper, Catherine sat by Warren. Sandra or Emily usually took that spot, but she came early to the table so she could have it this time. Their mother was laughing at something Merle Hunt had said. He was becoming so familiar with the family ... almost as if he expected them to think of him as the boss, the man in the house. And he hadn't even married their mother yet. Catherine despised him.
But she was thinking of something else tonight. She could hardly wait to get her brother off by himself so she could hold him again. Halfway through dessert she couldn't resist touching him. She rubbed his thigh, moving her hand around until she was near his balls. Warren almost choked on a glass of water but managed to keep his face blank. It was exciting to know the effect she was having on him, especially since no one suspected a thing.
"What's this about you finding an apartment, Warren?" Merle asked. He wiped his mustache and stared across the table as he had plenty of say so in Warren's life. Warren frowned.
"Yeah. I might." He returned the older man's look. "But that's my business."
While this mini-showdown was taking place between her brother and her mother's boyfriend, Catherine worked Warren's fly open and dug into his underwear until she found the pulsing, hot shaft.
"It's the girls who bother him," their mother added. "That's why he wants a place of his own. So they won't be disturbing him all the time asking for help with their homework." Warren squirmed in his chair as Catherine squeezed the head of his cock.
"Apartments are expensive as hell," Merle put in. He was intent on getting Warren's goat. But now Warren had something else to contend with. Catherine was amused at how he was trying to pretend interest in the conversation. She began to jack him a little. Their mother took a sip of water and turned to Warren.
"I think perhaps it would be cheaper if we asked the girls to leave him alone. Emily doesn't have to play her music so loud. And Sandra could ask Catherine when she needed help with her studies."
Catherine was watching her brother's face carefully. She had his prick completely free of his underwear now and while no one was watching, she'd scooped a pat of butter into her palm and smeared it down the feverish length of his shaft. Warren kept swallowing and clearing his throat. His ears were bright red. His breathing looked strained. Catherine jacked her hand up and down with gentle caressing movements. The butter had melted now and formed a slick coating on her brother's tumid prick. She had to be careful that she didn't move too fast and make a noise that might giveaway what was happening under the tablecloth. "You certainly look flushed, Warren," their mother said. "Do you feel all right?"
"Sure mom, just fine." He reached for a second helping of dessert and knocked his spoon onto the floor.
"I'll get it," Catherine said, ducking down. She glanced under the table and saw the end of her brother's cock bulging like an overgrown mushroom. It was dark purple and the butter had made it shiny and slick. She knew she didn't have but a few more seconds before he popped all over everything. She found the spoon and put it back on the table, never stopping her other hand for a second. Stealthily, while the family chatted, she took the napkin from her lap and draped it around her brother's prick. Not ten seconds after she'd done that, she felt the steely shaft bulge in her hand and a flood of something hot dribbled down over her knuckles. Warren let out a breath.
"I've been jogging a lot lately," he said, trying to smile at everybody. "I guess I'm not in as good a shape as I thought I was."
Again, Catherine almost giggled as she milked the thick cream from Warren's balls. The napkin was heavy and soggy warm with the jizz now. She finished him gently and carefully dabbed the cum and melted butter from his skin. Then she returned his wilting cock to his pants and zipped him safely closed like before.
Warren was on his way up to his room when
Catherine stopped him in the hall.
"Warren? Could I talk to you?"
He looked around nervously. "Not here."
She pinched him playfully. "I didn't mean I was going to assault you or anything right out here in the hall." She licked her lips. "I'll wait til later for that."
"Yeah but you don't understand, Cathy.
Emily... I mean ...well uh..."
Emily bounced up the stairs behind them. She glanced at Catherine, then gave Warren a long look.
"Warren, could you help me with some homework?"
"Emily," Catherine scolded, "remember what mom said about leaving Warren alone. He can't be helping you all the time. And anyway, it's Friday. Who does homework on Friday?"
"I like to get it out of the way early," Emily said. She tugged at Warren's shirt. "Please Warren?" Her voice had a note of warning in it.
Catherine was a little confused by her brother's reaction. He swallowed, smiled thinly and nodded.
"Yeah. Sure. See you later, Cathy."
She watched the two of them go to Emily's room. She started to follow but the door shut and she heard her youngest sister click the lock. Now her curiosity was really being stimulated. Warren was acting as if Emily had something on him. But surely she was imagining things. What could dumb little Emily have on Warren? But if she did ... The idea occurred to Catherine suddenly that there was a simply way for her to find out. She went downstairs, took the phone off the hook and then hurried up to Emily's room again. Her mom and Merle were out on the porch talking so there wouldn't be any hitches, if she could just get Emily out of her room for a few minutes. Catherine stopped in her own room long enough to find her miniature tape recorder and load it with a cassette. Then she tapped on Emily's door.
"Emily? Someone is on the phone for you." There was a rustling inside and after a moment Emily came out. She looked a little flushed and her blouse had been buttoned up crooked.
Catherine kept her little recorder out of sight as her younger sister pushed by and bounced downstairs. Then she entered the room.
Warren was bending over an open book on Emily's small desk. But there was a faint aroma in the room. And after just a second, Catherine knew what that smell was.
"It's nice of you to help Emily, Warren," she `said, "but I wish she'd learn to do things by herself."
"Oh yeah. Yeah." He didn't look around. Cathy "glanced here and there, looking for a place to hide her little recorder. Finally she pulled a book out of a shelf, pretending to look at it. The recorder fit in just right and she replaced the book.
"See you later." She passed Emily coming up the steps.
"Are you sure I had a call?" Emily looked at her through her lashes.
"Sure am."
"Well, there was nobody there."
Catherine shrugged and went down the stairs. She felt a certain smugness. Every word, every sound in Emily's room for the next forty-five minutes would be faithfully recorded by her little machine. But now she only hoped it wouldn't be something she would hate to hear. She couldn't imagine that Emily was actually getting humped by Warren. Her baby sis was so small, so young and inexperienced. And she was sure that Emily was a virgin. Emily had asked her only yesterday if a virgin could use a tampax.
"Well," she breathed to herself, "I'll just wait and see what's on that little tape."
Chapter Seven
"It wasn't anybody," Emily said, bouncing back to the bedroom and locking the door behind her.
Warren was sitting on the bed. He looked up at her with something like fear in his eyes.
"We just can't do this," he said to his sister. Everybody is still up and walking around. What "What if what?" she said, kicking off her tennies. She left her skimpy top on, but began to peel her shorts and panties down together. Warren swallowed and wiped his brow. She slinked over to him and rubbed her thigh up against his knee. "I .don't think I could've waited another second."
"Emily . . . damn it." He grabbed her wrist, but she already had her fingers inside his pants. Then she felt how sticky he was. His shorts were a .soppy, creamy mess. She gave him a hard look.
"Ugh. You've got yourself really messed up." She tilted her head questioningly. "Did you play with yourself at the supper table?" Warren went red and looked at his hands. Emily tried to think. Then it hit her. Catherine had been sitting beside Warren during the meal. And Emily remembered now that the two of them had acted a little strange.
"Wow, you mean you're fooling around with Catherine, too?" she gasped. Her brother's look told her she'd hit it right the first guess. "`How disgusting!"
"And I suppose you're the angel around here." Warren was zipping his pants closed. Emily-grabbed his hand and squirmed onto his lap.
"Oh Warren, let's not fight. I just want you for myself. I understand you better than Sandra or Catherine." She wiggled sexily, letting her- bare bottom massage him where she sat. But she could feel nothing happening. Warren didn't even have a hard-on.
"I'm kinda tired tonight, Emily," he said. "I think I'd better go get some sleep."
"You mean you're going to go fuck Catherine. Or will you wait til Sandra gets through with the dishes?" She sulked, twisting her brother's hair around her forefinger.
"You don't know how tired I am. A guy can keep this kind of thing up only so long."
"Looks like you don't have anything up right now," she snapped. Warren pushed her off of his lap and stood up. She felt her passion hotter than ever. She wanted so badly to feel the slick slide of her brother's mouth against her pussy. But she remembered what Sandra had said to her about what boys liked. Sandra had hinted that what they really went for was to bury their cock in something hot and wet and slick. She didn't want to lose her cherry. But she wanted to keep her brother's Interest up. That seemed to leave only one alternative. She grabbed his fly again and managed to get it open. Warren tried to head for the door, but she shoved a hand deep into his underwear and clutched his soft prick.
"Warren ...please stay a few more Minutes ... "
"I told you, I'm beat. I've got to get some rest r I'm gonna cave in."
"Maybe I can do something to you," she babbled, "something you'll like."
"All I'd like now is to feel my bed under me." "You can rest on my bed," she said, jacking the skin of his prick back and forth. It was still slimy from the cream that had spurted under the supper table. Emily was surprised that it wasn't getting any harder. She hugged her arms around her brother and wrestled him down on her bed. She -giggled and tickled him under the arms.
"Aw come on," he said, irritated. But Emily was feverish with desire. Her brother's resistance only made her want him more. She worked open his pants and peeled them down over his ass. He had closed his eyes. He really looked wiped out, all right. She had completely exposed his sagging cock now. It looked so soft, so useless curled between his thighs. But could she really go through with what she knew might revive him? She'd watched Bonny do it to Barry that time at the babysitting job. But Bonny had been forced. Barry had gone kinda crazy. He'd even choked her with the bulging thing.
"Warren?"
"Hmmmmmm?" He didn't bother to open his eyes.
"You're not asleep, are you?"
"Just about."
"Shit," she breathed, picking up his flaccid prick again. She jacked the skin rapidly, but nothing happened at all. Warren just couldn't get one up. There was no chance that she was going to get her hot little pussy eaten if she couldn't get him any more excited than this. She licked her lips and stared at the soft snake with its purple veins and wrinkled skin. Maybe she could just lick him a little. Not drink his cum or anything like that. Just get him excited so he'd eat her! But she didn't know the first thing about sucking a prick. And she wasn't-so sure she wanted to learn either.
"Oh Warren. Damn you-anyhow." Her brother made a soft sound like snoring. She knew she had to do something quick. She licked her lips again and picked his wilted cock up so it was pointed towards the ceiling. Then she took a deep breath, pursed her lips into an O and lowered them. But no sooner had she touched his cockskin than she jerked back.
"It . . . feels so weird," she said to herself. The next time she just pushed her tongue out and closed her eyes. When she touched his prick with a slow lick, she realized it wasn't really that much different than licking a boy's elbow. She was just freaked. It was all in her mind. If she didn't let him cum in her mouth, she might as well be sucking his thumb. She was just making a big deal about it.
The next time she managed to wet his cocktip thoroughly. She held it before her eyes, admiring the brave work she'd done. The thin membrane -that covered the head of her brother's prick was glistening with hot spit. Big deal. It wasn't any larger than before.
"Don't go to sleep, Warren. Please!" "Mmmmmm."
"Damn," Emily looked at the soft, white shape in her fingers. She knew she'd have to do something a little more exciting than just licking that flared tip. She'd have to take the whole thing inside her mouth whether she liked it or not.
Steeling her nerve, Emily got into a more comfortable position between her brother's parted legs. She was on her belly, legs spread out behind her. Her elbows were outside his hips so she could steady his prick as she lowered her mouth down over it. His dried cum tasted a little strange as it melted against her tongue, but other than that she was able to cope with the strange feelings she was experiencing. She closed her lips tight around the base of his shaft and began to stroke the underside of it with her tongue. She tried every movement that came to mind. She stroked along the little tube that ran the length of his cock. Then she made a deep trough with her tongue and sucked powerfully at the warm tip. At last she felt blood being forced into her brother's meat. It lengthened slowly, filling out at the base first and then bulging on up towards the place she suckled.
"Uhhhnnn," he moaned, moving his hips a little. Emily was ecstatic. She smoothed her palms over his muscular belly as she bobbed her head up and down. He was really getting stiff now, and long too. She couldn't keep all of him inside her mouth. But she had plenty. Enough to munch on, enough to excite Warren. He wiggled a little as she pointed her tongue and fluttered it between the two lobes just under the tip.
"God ... Emily!"
"Mmmmmmm." She was really sucking on him now. The spit popped in her flared nostrils. She kept swallowing, swathing him with her hot tongue. Her hands fondled his body as she sucked. And her cunt was starting to run juice. She closed her thighs and pumped her bottom up and down so that her mound rubbed the mattress. Her clit swelled from its slick folds and she seesawed her hips to caress it in its own juicy petals.
By now, her brother's cock was standing up mightily from his groin. She couldn't even get her mouth down to the base of it now. She tickled his balls with her fingertips and kept ravaging the underside of his prickshaft with her tongue. Her brother clutched at her head to steady it while he plunged his hips upwards off the mattress.
Emily knew that he was hot now. And she was too! She was really ready to have her little cunt eaten out. She wanted to feel him stroking it like she was stroking him. She wanted that sucking sensation against her clit. She wanted to feel her juices and her brother's saliva dribbling down to the crack of her ass.
She pulled her lips away from him with a slurp and rolled over on the bed, her legs spread wide, knees bent and pulled up against her chest. Warren got onto his hands and knees and looked at her. His eyes were crazy.
"What the hell . . . " he moaned.
"I'm ready," she whispered, "now that you're nice and hot."
"God damn, you'd better finish me, Emily."
"It's my turn for a while," she snapped back. Then softer, "Be a good guy, Warren. Please? Eat me . . . please, eat me!"
His look hardened. She could see his raw, blood-darkened cock bobbing heavily under his belly. He got between her legs. But instead of lowering his mouth down to her, he thrust his cock in between her hairless, outer lips. She felt the rigid tip push in her plump mound, then slide between the slickened inner surfaces.
"Ohhh god! What in hell do you think you're doing!" She tried to push herself up, tried to grab him. But Warren fell upon her with the full weight of his body. He pumped hard against the little hollow where her hymen stretched so delicately.
"I'm gonna scream!" she warned. Warren clapped a hand across her mouth. And as he held her like that, he lunged with his hips. The movement was short and hard. Emily felt the sharp stab of pain. She screamed, but her shrill cry was strangled by her brother's hand. He laughed and lunged again. His cock ripped through the slick vortex and speared five inches into her writhing body. His smile was like that of a crazy man.
"It's about time you got yours, Emily," he said, half laughing, half growling. "God are you tight! You're tighter than any I've ever had."
"Nooommmm," she gasped, jerking her bottom around furiously in an effort to escape the rigid prick that was forcing deeper every second.
"Ohhh god . . . Warren!" She twisted, tried to get a leg out from under. But he was firmly wedged between her slender thighs. She kicked futilely at the backs of his legs. "You can't do this! Ohhh god, you're fucking me!"
"You little bitch! You need it!" He groaned and pumped his hips. Emily opened her mouth to scream again but Warren didn't even bother trying to keep her from it. He just fucked himself another inch into her untouched little hole. Her tongue worked but no sound came out. Just a little squeak of hopelessness. She felt the hot blood making red streaks down the underside of her ass.
She hadn't imagined that her brother's slender cock would feel so huge inside her body. Every 1 movement she made seemed to force that barbed rod of flesh against her tube, stretching it. It felt like she was a chunk of meat on a skewer. She 'babbled meaningless words. She bit her bottom lip and tried to push back her brother's chest. But he crushed her down, his ass working rhythmically now as he plunged deeper and harder and faster into her young, shivering body.
"How does it feel?" Warren said, pulling her hair so hard that her neck was completely exposed. He started biting her there, taking no care not to hurt. She whimpered and beat against his back. But her fists were so small. And she felt so weak, so unequipped for combat with someone so strong. The bed creaked with the force of Warren's fucking.
"God, this is what I wanted to do all along," he hissed against her ear. Emily felt her soft cleft being raped open. She was being ground down into the mattress as her brother's sharp hip bones scraped hers.
"Nhuuuuuuh . . . Ohhhh god help me!" Her fingernails scraped blood from Warren's back, but he didn't seem to feel the pain.
"Maybe I should knock you up and get you off my back," he laughed, plunging another inch into the convulsed circle of muscles around her hole. Emily cried, but no tears streaked her face. Warren captured her head between his hands and kissed her furiously.
"Noommmmuuh!" She tried to bite him, but he bit her back and she whined and went limp in his carnal embrace. He brought his knees up under her opened legs. She felt herself being parted even more. Her brother's long cock dipped into the deepest, hottest pocket of her tight pussy. She felt her womb pushed back as the engorged tip rubbed it.
"Nhhhaaaaaa," she gasped, knowing that if her brother came now, he'd pump her little belly full of babies. She'd probably have triplets if he popped. She struggled, frantic to escape. But now her movements were causing another kind of sensation besides the pain. The constant, tumid rubbing of her parts against her brother's prick made her dizzy. Her clit was pulsing steadily and the tickly pleasure couldn't be denied. She sighed from it, tried to wipe it from her consciousness. Yet there it was. Thumping in the heated mess of her slit. And with each plunge of Warren's shaft, she trembled weakly, unable to find it any longer. Until at last, she growled and drew her hot palms against the small of his back. Then she tilted her hips upwards and drew them down again. Up and down, rubbing that tiny glowing ball of pleasure that seemed to tease at her sanity. She gave in to the temptation of madness.
"Warren . . . honey ... Ohhhh Jesus, I've never ' felt anything like this! Ohhhh god, please don't put a baby in me . . . but don't stop either. It feels so full in my pussy! It feels so hot and stiff and . . . Nuuuhhhnnn!"
"Yeah, you like it, don't you? I knew you'd start eating it up. You little nympho!"
"Hunnn . . . Huhhnn ... ghaaaaa!" She thrashed,"under the weight of Warren's body. She clawed at him again, but this time to get him deeper. The pain had dwindled now. All she could feel was the wonderful slide of his slickened prick in and out of her pussy.
Her breath came in shuddering gasps. She arched her back and ground her small breasts up against the hairy, muscled chest of her brother. The pink nipples were like rigid nubbins set in the soft swells. She loved the way it felt to have them pressed flat on her chest. She held to Warren's neck with both arms and pumped her trim ass like a wildcat.
"Oh god . . . what am I doing," she whimpered, trying to control her runaway emotions. But it was so hard to stop moving. With that hard, long prick jabbing up into her soft body. With her brother's hands all over her, his mouth hungry against her neck. She couldn't help but rub her dripping cunt against the penetrating meat that pinned her down on the bed almost as if she were a butterfly in some exotic collection. In the excitement, Emily was rolled over on her side for a moment. She was torn between the desire to escape and the devastating sensations that throbbed through her slender body. But somehow she got a foot up against her brother's body and shoved him away. She staggered off the end of the bed and clapped a hand under her cunt. It came away dripping blood. She wasn't really wounded seriously and she knew it. But the sight of the red smear shocked her to her senses. She fell against the door and tried to work the knob. Warren pressed his body up against her from behind, laughing.
"I'm gonna scream," she warned.
He had a hand over her mouth before she could get it out. Then his arm circled her neck and he held her like that, pinned against the door while he worked his cock between her thighs. She tried to clamp him off, to keep her pussy tilted the wrong way. But he just increased the stranglehold around her neck until she gave a whine of surrender and pushed her bottom out to him.
"Nooooo ...!"
"You dumb little pussy!" He sounded mad. And when he had worked the bulging, hot head of his prick between her lips again and speared it deep enough to hold, he bit her shoulder hard.
Emily bumped against the door. Her body was pressed and flattened against the cold wood. From behind, Warren was skewering her again, getting an inch, two inches. Her hole stretched, her belly heaved.
"God yes," he grunted, bending his knees so he could get more of his prick into her pussy. Her juices streamed out now to lubricate the invading penetrator.
"I've got you where I want you," Warren breathed. He got her wrists and held them behind her back as he butted up against her with each lunge. Her head hit the door again. Her feet were spread apart and she was on tip-toes to keep from losing her balance.
"Ohhh Warren, it's awful. What you're doing. You broke my cherry. I'm bleeding. And you're going to put a baby in me if you keep . . ."
"That's not where I mean to come," he laughed. "You're going to eat it, baby. You are going to take every drop onto your pink little tongue and ..."
"Nooooo!"
"You like being fucked better, is that it? You want me to give you triplets!"
"Warren . . . Ohh help me god ! Help me somebody!"
Circling her waist with an arm, Warren half dragged, half fucked her into the middle of the bedroom. Then he pulled his prick from her pussy so slowly that she was left trembling, head hung down as he grabbed a piece of leather thong from his drawer. She was too weak to fight him now.
She let him tie her wrists behind her back. Her pussy itched something awful. Not a regular kind of itch. But the kind of itch that just got itchier and wilder and more tantalizing until finally it had to be clawed at. But nobody was helping her toward that end anymore. She was caught in a limbo between guilty fear and carnal hunger. Then Warren shoved her roughly onto her knees in the middle of the rug. He stood in front of her, legs slightly parted. She felt him grab her hair and jerk her face up even with his crotch.
"Suck my cock!" he said. His eyes told her to obey. No sooner had she parted her lips than Warren jerked her mouth down over his jutting prick. It slid across her tongue with a sexy sound. She begun to suck dutifully at the hot meat. She felt like a sex slave, hands bound behind her, hair wound around her brother's fingers. He held her in the right position so that she had to take him deep. She gagged once when his tip tickled past her tonsils. But after the third time, her gagging reflexes were dulled. She didn't really retch then. But her stomach bucked every time he fucked hard like that.
It was like a strange dream. Her own brother, his balls, his cock! Her small mouth felt so full of hot, dripping meat. His cockhead throbbed huge against the roof of her mouth. She couldn't believe it could get any bigger and yet it was! Her little lips were stretched around the base when he shoved it in. Saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth.
"Keep sucking," Warren breathed, his fingers tightening in her hair. Emily tugged at the thin trips of leather that held her wrists together so tightly. Having her arms behind her like that was exciting in a very weird way. She wasn't used to being tied up. Wasn't used to being on her knees naked. In front of a male. In front of her brother.
"Nhhhhaaaaaa," she whimpered, trying to back way from the jabbing, slippery shaft that kept poking into her throat. But Warren wouldn't give her any room to get loose. She closed her eyes. 'There was nothing she could think about, nothing to take her mind off of what she was doing. That hot, hard prick was everything. It took over completely. She worked her tongue along the lumpy bottom of it, stroking and sucking and licking as best she knew how.
"Are you going to tell me where that photo is? The one of Sandra and me?"
"Mmmmnnoo . . . No ... I can't tell ..."
"I'm gonna come in your throat!"
Emily twisted back and forth, but knew she wouldn't be able to get away in time. The underside of her brother's prick was pulsing. Little swells ran along the tube to the purple tip and then it swelled. It was the same kind of thing she'd felt happen to Tad Howell's cock the night she had used had lotion to jack him off. She knew that if those strong spasms were beginning in Warren's prick, it wouldn't be long til his cream was on its way out.
And she was right. A tiny droplet oozed from the slit at the tip. She was running her tongue back and forth like he wanted when she tasted the slightly sour stuff. Warren shuddered. His hands went limp at the sides of her head, but quickly grabbed more hair again. Then his knees gave slightly and he made a sound in his throat like nothing Emily had ever heard.
The only way she had managed to get her mouth away was to wait until he trembled again. Emily twisted, jerked back. Warren grunted, his cock bobbing an inch from her face. She could see its spit-covered surface and the little string of jizz that leaked off the tip.
"Damn . . . come here!" He grabbed and missed. She tried to roll backwards. But he just stepped over her, straddled her belly and pulled her head back up between his thighs. His cock spit forcefully and she felt something hot and slick spatter across her cheek. Then he was pinching her jaw open, shoving that slick knob back between her teeth. It exploded again and she whimpered, helplessly as the thick curds washed over her teeth and dribbled down her chin. The pain was too much where her brother was gouging his fingers under her ear. She unclenched her teeth and felt another steamy spout of jizz coat the roof of her mouth. She was on her back now, her brother laying almost on top of her. His knees were on the floor and he was holding himself up a little with his hands. At the same time he pumped his hard cock in and out of her open mouth. The cream boiled furiously from the tip. Emily coughed and milky seed streamed from both her nostrils.
"Ghhhhuuuuu ... !" she moaned, twisting and jerking from the stringy cum that caught in her throat. But Warren never stopped moving for a second. His face had a tortured look. Emily's tongue moved back and forth under the rigid ape. She wasn't doing it on purpose. But the choking spasms made her swallow hard. And each allow swathed her brother's sensitive prick with hot spit.
Warren shuddered all over. Another powerful jet of cum bathed her throat and this time Emily was able to get it all down without choking. Her nose as running jizz now. It dripped back into her mouth so she had to swallow it anyway. The stuff had an odd, flat taste.
At least Warren had shot it where it wouldn't do any harm. At fifteen she didn't want to start growing babies.
Warren pulled his prick from her mouth and jerked her to her feet. He untied her hands and picked up his clothes. He still looked mad. She couldn't see why. Not after he'd gotten what he - wanted. He'd made her suck his cock!
"I'm getting out of here," he said.
"God Warren, what do you have to be mad about?"
"Cause you keep bugging me, god damn it! I 'Can't get away from you. At least with Sandra... " He stopped, took a long breath.
"Look, why don't you just go look at your dirty picture." He frowned at her.
"After you tie my hands behind me and make me suck your cock, you just leave me. Is that it?"
"I guess that's it."
"Shit." She watched him leave the room. She'd get back at him some way. For doing her like that. She'd get back at him. Emily examined her swollen pussy with a. hand mirror. It looked all stretched and there was blood smeared around her hole. Yes, there was a hole now. Before she'd only found a little clump of reddened tissue. Her cherry.
"Well, that's sure gone for good." She sighed, remembering how it had felt when the swollen head of her brother's cock had penetrated the tender spot. She shivered and held her breath for a moment. God, it had felt glorious. At least now she could say that. And the more she sat there thinking of all the details, the hotter she found herself getting. Until at last she stood up and paced the floor of her room. She wanted more cock ... wanted to feel something inside her again before she went to sleep.
Someone tapped on her door. Emily opened it to find her big sister Catherine standing there, a funny smile on her face.
"Want to hear something interesting?" Catherine asked, still smiling. Emily shrugged and opened the door wider.
"Sure. I guess do. What is it anyway?" She watched Catherine walk in and take out the small hidden tape recorder. Then she touched a button and the tape began to turn. Who was the girl on the tape? Emily wondered. And then she knew. It was her own voice she was hearing. And that of her brother's.
"Oh no," she whispered.
"Oh yes, Emily darling." Catherine sat down on the bed and watched Emily as the tape unwound.
Sandra looked at the Polaroid print Emily had just handed her and looked up at Catherine. Cathy had her arm around Emily's shoulders.
"Emily decided to quit playing games," she said. Emily nodded agreement. Sandra quickly put the photo in her pocket and pushed hair from in front of her eyes.
"I would say thanks," she said, "but since you shouldn't've taken it in the first place, I won't say anything."
Catherine watched Emily climb the stairs and head to her room. Then she winked at Sandra and went into the kitchen. Sandra followed. Cathy opened the refrigerator.
"I don't know how you did that," her younger sister said.
"It took a little doing." Catherine cut some cheese and got out the mustard.
"Who you making the sandwich for?"
"Who do you think?" Catherine winked again. Sandra rubbed her hands on her jeans. "Let me take it up to him."
"I get firsts this time," Catherine said. Sandra blushed furiously.
"How did you know that Emily had that picture of me and Warren?" she whispered, smiling through her embarrassment. Cathy licked her lips.
"I put my tape recorder to work on the case. I discovered all sorts of little secrets." Catherine finished the sandwich and cut it neatly in two. "You mean you hid your recorder when Warren was in Emily's room?" Sandra's eyes were bright. "Um huh," Catherine nodded.
Sandra went and hugged her big sister.
"You know, I had a feeling you were messing around with Warren too," Sandra said. "There was something I couldn't quite pin down, something about the way he acted last time we . . . " She blushed again.
"Hey, don't feel so shy about it. Now that it's all out in the open, we can share."
Sandra looked up, eyes round with chock. "You're not kidding me?"
"Of course not. It's obvious that you or I won't be marrying our very own brother. So why not have our needs taken care of regularly without having to wait for a decent male to come along. It's pretty hard to find a good lay nowadays, anyway.
And if Warren has been taking care of you like he took care of me once, well . . . " She licked her lips again.
Sandra nodded and smiled. "God, you're right Cathy. Warren is a good lay. And he's all ours!"
"But," Catherine reminded, "I've got firsts tonight." They hugged again and Catherine headed upstairs with the sandwich. She tapped lightly on her brother's door and waited politely until he opened it for her.
"Oh. Hi." He looked a little puffy around the eyes. And tired. Yes, Catherine thought, more than anything he looked tired.
"Brought you a little snack," she said. As soon as she'd put it on her brother's desk, she went to close the door.
"I was thinking about going to bed early tonight," he said. Catherine stood in the middle of the room. She took off her glasses first and tossed them to her brother. He swallowed hard and folded them and put them on his desk. She waited til he looked up again before she undid her hair and let it tumble down over her shoulders. Then, very slowly she undid the buttons of her blouse. Underneath she had on her black lace bra. Her large tits bulged softly from the top of the uplifting cup. Warren tried to look away, but couldn't.
"God, do I need you, darling brother."
"I don't know whether I can even get one up, Cathy," Warren said. "I'm really beat."
"You just lay down and take it easy. Your big sis will bring you back to life."
Warren smiled and lay back on the bed. Catherine saw that he wasn't really as burned out as he claimed. Because his cock was already bigger than a normal, dormant cock was. It hadn't gotten really nice and hard yet, but it looked heavy. She decided to do away with the black panties and bra ' this time. She stripped completely and climbed up beside her younger brother. He didn't see the long, plastic thing in her hand until she switched it on.
"What are you going to do with that?" he gasped, eyes wide. Cathy ran the tip of the vibrator up the inside of his thigh and smiled.
"Oh, I thought, you might enjoy a little something besides the usual wham, bam, thank you ma'am." It amused her to see the fear in her brother's eyes. He kept looking at the streamlined tip of the vibrator as if he was afraid where his big sister might poke it. "Calm down," she said. "You don't think I'm going to hurt you, do you?"
"Uhhh ... no. I guess not."
"Then roll over, silly." She pushed him herself. He .was on his belly now, legs clamped together. Again, Catherine was amused. She fished the small jar of lubricating jelly from her s mock pocket and tossed it back onto the chair again. Warren tensed when she dipped the buzzing tip of the vibrator into the greasy lotion.
"Hey!"
"This won't hurt," she cooed. Gingerly she nestled the well-oiled tip of the plastic cock between his cheeks. Warren tightened his ass. She could see that it would take a little convincing to loosen him up. But she could do it. She knew she could do it.
"Honey, just take it easy. Your big sister will take care of you." She began to kiss his back and shoulders. Then she lifted his hair and started french kissing the nape of his neck. Warren grunted and squirmed his body down against the bed. She was beside him on the bed, cuddling her legs against him, letting him feel her warm tits against his side. Warren groaned again as she began to rub the buzzing vibrator back and forth over his clenched asshole. The grease popped as she moved the thing. And little by little she felt him relax.
"That's it, baby."
"What . . . are . . . God . . . that
feels . . . hey Cathy, I don't know about this. No one ever ... "
"There's always a first time."
"Yeah, but a guy isn't supposed to ... I mean, a guy doesn't get anything shoved ...
"Shhhh!" She nibbled his neck hungrily. He closed his eyes. Her fingernails dug deeply into the muscles of his back. She scratched him until he grunted with pleasure. Then she made him turn his face toward her. He lifted one side a little so that his cock bobbed up between the sheet and his stomach.
"Ohhh, let me have that," Catherine breathed. She closed her fingers around his hot, damp shaft and gently began to move the skin up and down.
Warren's mouth became slack. He made fists and slowly took in air until his chest was bulging with air. Catherine thought he looked beautiful. She remembered more clearly than ever when he'd been just a baby. And she had sucked his sweet ;little prick. The idea stuck with her now until she couldn't think of anything else.
"That's it, darling," she said. "Get onto your side a little more. She scooted herself down until her mouth was very close to his cock. It was rigid with blood now and she could see his pulse making it bob. Now he was really starting to relax. She teased the vibrator past his asshole again and then, when he wasn't thinking about it, pushed the well greased tip against the knotted entrance.
"Uhhnnnn!" Warren gasped as the slick plastic eased into his guts an inch.
"There baby, that wasn't so bad was it?" Catherine was so excited she was trembling. Warren's cock had sagged some when the bullet had been speared into him, but now as she kept pushing and turning the buzzing thing, she saw it regain its former shape. The head was bulging with dark blue blood.
"Wow . . . that feels weird. Cathy . . . I don't know about this."
"Relax!" she ordered. "You keep trying to force it back out."
"It doesn't feel natural," he groaned.
"How about this?" she whispered, tilting the vibrator at a sharper angle. Catherine knew exactly where a prostate was located. And she had heard enough, read enough about sexual response to know that when the working end of that vibrator touched the super-sensitive lump inside Warren that he'd quit arguing with her about what she was doing. She probed with the trembling thing until she felt the resistance of something up above Warren's balls.
"Ghhhhuuuhhh," he moaned, writhing suddenly. She watched his mouth go slack, watched his breathing lose all rhythm. She smiled as she experimented, searching for the perfect spot on that swollen gland in his body. And she found it. His cock jumped like it had been spurred by some unknown force. The head turned from blue to dark purple and a droplet of clear fluid appeared at the little slit.
"How do you like that, brother dear?"
"Nhhhhuuuhhh ... !" was all he managed to get out. Catherine knew she had the vibrator up in him a good six inches. Now it was time to work on the other end. She pushed her tongue out of her mouth, made a trough of it and rested it gingerly against the underside of her brother's rigid prick. Then she pushed it back and forth as she teased his throbbing insides with the vibrator.
"Catherine . . . I . . . I . . ."
"Warren, darling," she sighed, fucking him with the cock, licking him with her tongue. Then she made a soft, wet O with her lips and took his prick to the back of her throat.
Warren stopped breathing completely. His belly lurched. He opened and closed his fingers on the tangled sheets. All this excited Catherine to a fever. She nursed with uninhibited appetite at the smooth, spongy shape that filled her mouth.
Warren was beyond words now. All he could do was make choking, gasping noises as she played with him. Catherine had felt her body respond to her brother's pleasure. It was certainly true, she thought, that giving pleasure to someone else brought enjoyment to the giver as well. Her pussy was running juice. Everytime she moved her full hips, her parts rubbed together noisily. Her clit had exploded up out of its slick nest until it poked out from between her inner lips. When she parted her thighs slightly it jutted, glistening from her pussy.
She knew that she had to do something to herself soon or she'd flip out. Her big tits heaved up and down. They were heavier than usual and the nipples dark. She couldn't wait any longer.
"On your back, big boy."
"But that thing . . . it'll stab me!"
"No, we'll just push it all the way in . . . like.. this!" Catherine took her forefinger and pushed against the base of the seven-inch vibrator until it disappeared into her brother's body and his asshole clenched tightly behind it. Warren twisted and bucked on the bed like a wild animal was eating at his guts. But there was a look of tortured pleasure on his face.
"See? Now it won't hurt you!"
"But . . . god . . . damn . . . it's still on!"
"Sure it is. Doesn't it feel groovy?"
"Cathy ... ghhhhaaa!" She was on him in a flash. She held his pulsing prick up against her stretched pussy and wiggled furiously down onto it. As the hard shape penetrated her seeping, hot membranes, Catherine let out a shuddery cry.
"Ohhhh god, did I need that!" She was on top of Warren. Just like last time. Except now he had a vibrator running out of control inside him. The idea excited Catherine. And then as she took more of his cock into her, she was excited by the trembling of the vibrator itself. Its buzzing motor was reaching all the way up her brother's cock and tingling her pussy too! She moaned and kissed Warren with her open mouth. He looked at her with glazed eyes. His thigh muscles spasmed as he pulled his knees up and wrapped his heels over the backs of Catherine's legs. This excited her to ravenous want. She moaned and nibbled at his neck and caressed his body with both hands. Her big ass plunged up and down as she fucked herself with his prick. Warren lifted his hips from the bed a little to let her get it deeper inside herself.
"Honey . . . god . . . Ohhhhhh . . . yessss!"
"Catherine . . . I never felt anything like this ... ever!"
"Baby . . . darling . . . brother!" She was seeing colors when she closed her eyes. The subtle buzz of the vibrator continued to excite the inner walls of her pussy as she rode up and down her brother's lovely, hard, hot cock.
"Warren, isn't this better than Emily could do?"
"Yeah . . . yeah!"
"I knew it! She's just a child. She doesn't know . . . Ohhhh ... Ohhhhhhhhh!"
Catherine could feel her senses running wild. She couldn't seem to move her bottom fast enough. She twisted and rolled her hips, changing the angle inside her so that her brother's cockhead rubbed against the sides of her tube.
"Jesus . . . that's . . . something . . . else . . ." he whimpered, pumping upwards at the same time. "And that damned thing inside me . . . jesus fucking christ!"
"Ohhhh it's soooo good," she gasped, pinning her arms to the bed. She couldn't keep from doing it. It gave her a feeling of total power. She was ravishing her lovely, strong brother. She was sighing, grunting, taking Warren completely. And now her breasts flattened against his chest as she felt her come about to tear upwards through her shivering flesh.
"Catherine . . . I'm gonna do it . . . inside you unless you pull off!"
"I want it all inside me! I want every last drop," she gaped, .making her muscles tighten around his hardness. She clenched the opening to her pussy around the base and plunged slowly up and down as if milking him, urging him to spurt.
She caressed his ass, knowing that between the muscular cheeks the buzzing vibrator was tearing
him up. She pulled him upward and against her. Her legs went rigid. Her calves bulged and she pointed her toes hard. Then she rocked and bucked and wiggled as the tortuously ecstatic thrills pulsed through her body.
"Ohhhhhhhh . . . Warren . . . love . . . you ... ghhhaaaaaaaa!"
And Warren was coming too. She felt the awkward, shivery movements of his body as he tried to hold on to some semblance of sanity. With the buzzing bullet stuck hard against his prostate, he fucked like a wild man. He fucked upwards, ramming his prick against the very mouth of her womb. Then she felt him let out a lungful of air and give a frenzied stab with his hips as the white cream frothed from his body.
"Ohhh yes, give it to me, honey. Ohhh my darling brother, I love your cum in me!"
They wrestled in the throes of lovemaking. The bed squeaked and thumped as she ground out her lust against the hard muscularity of her brother's body.
"Cathy . . . Cathy ... !" he gasped, getting weak again. She had used up all his juices and she slowed her working hips. She caressed his body with her hands, kissed him in a dozen places. Until at last they were burned out, his weakened form quiet under her weight.
"You can turn over again," Catherine breathed, getting up from him. Warren rolled over like it was all he could do. She made him relax again and then pulled the shivering bullet from his asshole.
"Just rest here, darling and I'll go get things cleaned up." She bounced off the bed and flipped on the bathroom light. When she was washing up, she rinsed the soap from her hands and climbed back in bed with her brother.
"Well? Are you satisfied? Do you like me now?" She poked him for an answer.
"Oh god, I can't believe what happened to me. I'll never forget it in my whole life." Catherine smiled and tickled his chest with her long hair. Then she went to tell Sandra that she was through.
When Warren joined the army, everybody in the family was taken by surprise. Everybody except Emily. She didn't pay any attention to his explanations. All that stuff about how he could get more free schooling. About the army paying for the rest of his college and giving him a commission and all. Emily knew damn well why her brother had signed up. Because Catherine and Sandra had just about fucked the poor guy's brains out. Emily had been surprised that he'd lasted as long as he had. One month. One month of Sandra climbing in bed with him, to be followed closely by Catherine. Then that last week things had really snowballed.
Emily had passed her brother's room one night around ten. The folks had long since turned in. Catherine and Sandra both were in bed with Warren. Emily could hear them kissing and sucking him. It was sickening how they went after him. Two hungry chicks for sure. So Emily decided to lay her cards cool.
While her sisters drained her poor brother's sap daily, she stayed completely away from him-at least in a sexual way. Instead she did extra laundry when he needed something. She ironed his shirts. She fixed him breakfast when he was up too late to at with the family . . . and more often than not he as getting up late instead of early. Emily even did some sewing for him, something she wasn't all that d at.
The day he left on the bus to report for basic training, Emily was there to see him off. Sandra d Catherine had already given him quick goodbyes. She thought her sisters had grown a little tired of their brother's sniveling about not getting enough sleep. Or maybe they figured that they'd used him up. Sandra had been dating steady anyhow, coming in from a late movie and climbing in bed with Warren. Catherine had taken up with a professor. They talked over coffee and books in the front room until Catherine heard Sandra go back to her own room. Then she'd tell her date she had to go to bed. He didn't know that she meant her brother's bed.
Weeks turned to months and Emily bided her time. She was dating too, but no one as exciting as Warren when he'd been at his best. After all, she'd been fucked for the very first time by her brother. And though she'd been pretty mixed up
emotionally during that period, she remembered everything vividly now. The good parts. The way it had felt to be thoroughly fucked by her brother's slender, hard cock.
By summer he was out of basic training and assigned to a post. It was a day's travel to the south, but as soon as she knew where Warren was, Emily started making plans to visit him. She collected some clothes when she could scrape a few extra dollars together. She was getting close to sixteen now and her body seemed to be taking a shape which looked wonderful in pretty dresses. Her legs were very long now and her almost non-existent breasts had started to fill out nicely. It seemed as if her waist had gotten smaller too, but Emily knew that it was because her hips had taken on a subtle shapely curve. She had her hair done in a curly, forties style and learned to use eye make-up. She tried painting her nails, liked it and settled on a dark red tone. Then she splurged on a fifty-dollar dress that was silky and slightly transparent. It clung to her long limbs sexily when she walked, billowed and caressed her trim bottom when she stopped suddenly. It almost made her come just to wear the thing. She researched perfume next, found exactly the right musky scent and tried it out on an unsuspecting date. The guy ended up on his knees begging her for just one feel. Emily knew she had it together now. The next day she bought a bus ticket for the military post where her brother was stationed.
It was raining when she got off the bus, but Emily had even thought of that. She opened her big, black umbrella and sauntered through the noisy depot. Soldiers were kissing girls goodbye, others were coming in from vacations at home. Emily was going to take a cab to her brother's company, but the rain stopped and she decided to walk.
She had never been whistled at so much in her whole life. A colonel even turned his head as she passed a headquarters building and in the next block, a second lieutenant asked her if he could guide her to any particular place. It was hard for her to really believe that she was not quite sixteen.
The sergeant looked up from his papers when she came into the orderly room. And he didn't stop looking. She had to give him a big smile before he finally unlocked his eyes from her coltish legs and asked her if he could help her with anything.
Emily laid it on thick. She told the stone-faced soldier how wonderful it was to be on a real military base. She told him how she felt surrounded by real men for a change and how her brother had written home about how much he liked being in the army. It was all made up of course, but the old sergeant rubbed his hands together and smiled and kept looking at her bottom when she turned sideways to let him examine the graceful outward sweep of her asscheeks. He even blushed when she came around the desk to look at his battle ribbons and medals. She saw his nostrils flare as he sucked up enough of her musky perfume to kill a horse.
"Do you think I might be able to see my brother?" she asked, when she saw the front of his uniform bulging. He hemmed and hawed and then made a quick phone call. It turned out that Warren was on K.P. that day, but after a little wrangling with the cook, Sergeant Axton made arrangements to send over a replacement and hung up.
"I told him to get into his dress uniform," the sergeant told her. "You look too good to be accompanied by some jerk in khakis."
Emily came around to his side of the desk. "Sergeant Axton, I really want you to know how much I appreciate all this." She wrapped her slender arms around the man's neck and clung there, her small but firm breasts touching his chest, her silk-draped body close enough so that he could feel her warmth. Then she kissed him lightly on the lips and let him go. He sat down in his swivel chair with a huge sigh.
"How long will it be before Warren gets here?" she asked.
"Fifteen minutes I'd guess." Sergeant Axton's eyes were on her body again. His pants were standing up like a pup tent. Emily swayed over to the door.
"If I closed this would anybody come crashing in?"
"Nope, not into this office," the man said, his jaw firm.
"Well, I'm going to close it then," she breathed, licking her painted lips. For the first time in her life, Emily felt in complete control. She knew she had the old sarge wrapped around her little finger. And she wanted to see how well her powers really worked. She went over to where he sat weakly in his chair. He sniffed her musk like a bird dog in heat. His eyes were wild. He picked up a letter opener to fidget with and broke it accidentally. Emily took the pieces from him and dropped them in the waste basket.
"I'd like to feel a real man," she whispered, unzipping his fly. Sergeant Axton choked on a word, chewed another and finally managed to speak.
"Miss Ferguson, for the first time in twenty years in this man's army, I don't know what to day . . . or do."
"You don't have to do anything, Sergeant. I'll do it for you." She had untangled his hard-on from his shorts now and pulled it free. It was thick and heavy and hot in her palm. She worked the foreskin back to expose the bulging, blue tip. It was feverish looking and glossy with juice. The Sergeant grunted with pleasure as she began to jack him. She let him slip a hand up the inside of her thigh as she worked her clasping fingers faster and faster. There was a big clock on the wall and Emily counted one minute and seven seconds when she saw the white bubble appear at the tip of the big man's cock. He coughed and made a strangled sound in his throat. And then Emily's hand was suddenly covered with dribbling strings of hot cum. She smiled and moved her own bottom around with excitement. Sergeant Axton had managed to get his middle finger up inside her pretty good. And though she was concentrating on bringing him off quick and getting it over with, she found her own heart pounding too.
"Could I borrow your hanky, Sergeant Axton?" While she was dabbing at the creamy curds that stuck between her fingers, the sergeant zipped his pants back up and pulled a form out of a drawer. She watched him scribble something in the spaces and scratch his signature. Then he smiled up at her and gave a big wink.
"What's this?" she asked as he handed her the paper.
"That happens to be a three-day pass for your brother," he said. "I don't usually make such exceptions . . . but in this case . . . well . . . " He took a deep breath and shook his head slowly. "Little lady, you just made this old soldier feel like he did the day he first enlisted." He smoothed a thick hand down over the silk-covered cheeks of her ass. Emily trembled a little. Though the sergeant looked close to fifty, his chest was big and strong. And he didn't have a pot belly either.
"Any time you want to," he went on, "I'd just love to show you around this part of the country."
Emily took the three-day-pass and went to the door. She turned, her hand on the knob.
"You know, Sarge, I just might take you up on that." Then she went out. The private behind the typewriter smiled at her like a puppy dog and went on typing. Emily saw Warren running across the compound. His face was tan and his hair was cut pretty short but other than that he looked the same. He looked wonderful! Her heart pounded with excitement. He was halfway up the, steps before he saw her.
"Warren, don't you know me?"
"Emily? Is that really you?"
"It's really me!" She cocked her hips and waved the pass at him. "And do you know what this is?"
"You don't look . . . what I mean is, you've changed somehow ... I ... I ... "
"Look at this, silly!" She made him take the paper Sergeant Axton had just signed. Warren read it and shook his head.
"Man, oh man. I don't know how you managed this. The sarge hasn't been giving anybody passes lately. And he took me off K.P. to do it."
"Come on, let's go," Emily said, catching his arm. Her brother talked to himself all the way to the cab stand. Then they were on their way downtown. Emily couldn't wait. She snuggled up against him and put her hand on his thigh.
"God, Emily, I really am glad to see you," Warren said, kissing her cheek. "I didn't think I ever would say that, but it's true."
"I've changed," she told him. "I was just a punk kid. I didn't know my ... " She turned pink and decided to go ahead and say it. " . . . I didn't know my twat from a hole in the ground." Warren laughed like crazy and hugged her close. Emily grew serious then and took his head between her hands. She gave him a teasing, lingering kiss letting only their lips and the tips of their tongues brush. The cabdriver was really getting an eyeful but she didn't mind at all.
At the hotel the cabby got her bag out and put it on the sidewalk. Warren paid the fare. The driver pushed his had back and leaned close to them with a leer.
"Don't you two kids do anything crazy now." He laughed. "Like getting married."
Emily gave Warren a shamelessly hungry look and pulled him close. "Oh we couldn't do that," she told the cabby, "he's my brother."
The man's eyes went wide. Then he glowered at her and got back in the cab and roared away. Emily laughed out loud as they followed the bellhop into the lobby.
"You shouldn't've said that," Warren whispered, but Emily saw that he was amused.
"I don't care what I say anymore. I'm free!" Warren got them a room and signed the register. "At least I didn't have to think up a phony name," he told her. "Our real last name worked just fine for both of us."
As soon as the bellhop had opened the windows and received his tip from Warren, Emily pushed
him down on the bed and started tearing his uniform off.
"Don't tell me you've been celibate since I joined the army," he asked.
"I sure have. And I'm so horny I could fuck a duck."
"You won't have to go that far," he said, rolling her over. They kissed wildly as Warren ran his fingers over her maturing body. She thrust her hips when he started feeling the damp silk of her pantycrotch.
"I have some rubbers," he breathed.
"No rubbers. I'm on the pill." She groaned as he worked a finger under the leg of her panties.
"You really did plan this out in advance, didn't you?"
"Sure. What would you do if you really dug somebody? Wouldn't you want to make everything perfect?" She kissed him before he could answer. They undressed each other with frenzied fingers. When Warren peeled her underwear from the slick plumpness of her mound, Emily trembled and pumped her pussy up towards him. With a moan, he pushed her knees wide and wallowed his mouth into the dripping, pink membranes.
"Nuuuuuuuuhhhh!" she sighed, digging her red nails into the nape of his neck as she worked her open pussy hard against his teeth and chin and tongue.
"Emily . . . Ohhh, Emily baby, you're so good to eat!"
"This is how I wanted it before," she whispered. "You and me alone. I want you to teach me. Teach me everything!"
Warren drove his tongue into the tight vortex of her hole. She clenched her muscles down against the soft penetration. Her flat belly heaved with excitement. Her breasts trembled as she sucked in huge lungfuls of air.
"You're gonna mess up my hairdo."
"We'll buy you another one tomorrow."
"Ohhh Warren, let me kiss you . . . let me kiss your cock!"
He crawled up over her on hands and knees. Emily lay on her back with her head propped up on a pillow. Like a hung horse, her brother waited there as she scooted into position under him. Then he crawled a little more and the head of his cock pulsed hotly against her lips. She wet it slowly, teasingly. The flared head bulged with steaming blood. She bathed the fevered surface with her tongue, taking special care of the plump lobes at the bottom of his tip. Warren made strange sounds and panted like he was climbing a mountain. She caressed his balls gingerly. Now that they were hanging down, Emily could feel the weight of them, the slick way they slid around in that strange, wrinkled sac.
"If you want," she told him, "You can come in my mouth this time and then we can ... "
"Sweet Emily," he gasped, "I want to get into every hole in your body. But I want them all at the same time."
She made an O with her lips and circled the knob of his cockhead. The noise of her sucking was loud. Spit hung from her chin. Warren moaned and moved his hips forward slowly. As she took him inch by inch, Emily told herself not to choke, not to gag. She knew that a person could do anything. It was all in the mind. And sure enough she was surprised when his throbbing cocktip bumped the back of her throat and she hadn't even wanted to retch. Gently he pulled it back out.
"I want to fuck you," he said, voice husky.
"Then fuck me!" She watched him kneel between her thighs. His cock rose and fell as if it might pop any second. Slowly, gracefully, Emily lifted her legs high into the air. Then she spread them apart and pointed her painted toes. Warren let out a breath and lowered himself into the warmth of her embrace. She felt him guide his prick up and down her dripping slit until it was thoroughly covered with her juices. Then he eased it into her pussy and buried the crown. She wiggled her slim hips back and forth with furious excitement as she felt the rigid shaft spearing her inch by ecstatic inch.
She was so hot that she came almost before Warren had completely penetrated her. And she knew that he was close too. She gouged her small heels against the crack of his ass and humped her trim body like a wildcat.
"Sweet, sweet brother," she cooed, feeling his seed bubble inside her.
"Emily..." Warren choked. And then he pushed his tongue into her mouth and the bed jumped with the frenzy of their fucking.
