Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

And in her mind, she saw her brother's passion-twisted face. This time it was Paul, but the next time it would be Mike.

Paul was beyond caring about Judy's visions. His cock was pumping and pulsing, pouring thick gobs of creamy cum deep into her spasming vagina.

His hips lifted off the mattress as he drove his convulsing prick deep into Judy's pussy. His buttocks clenched and convulsed as he poured his semen into her milking channel. Then, as his reservoirs were emptied and his pumping faded to a twitching and then died away completely, he relaxed, dropping his ass back to the mattress.

A few minutes later Judy crawled off him. His cock flopped over onto one of his thighs, spraying one thick, gooey strand of cum on his pale skin.

Rolling to his feet, he dressed in silence while Judy pulled her raincoat on.

"We've got to give the Old Bastard some proof you're still alive," he explained, getting the recorder.

Judy eyed the machine distastefully. "What should I say?"

"Just say, 'Hi, Mom, I'm okay so far.' And try to make it sound good, like you were really scared," Paul told her as he turned the machine on.

Judy took a deep breath and repeated what he had suggested.

"No, no, no. You're mumbling. And try to put a quiver in your voice, okay?"

"I'm not an actress!" Judy protested.

Paul snorted. "Okay, okay. Let's try it again. But don't say anything until I tell you to, okay?"

"Okay," Judy agreed, watching unhappily as he rewound the tape.

"Just use your own words and tell your mother you're okay," Paul suggested. "You know, something like, 'I'm okay, they're treating me well, hope to see you soon. Please don't tell the police or they'll kill me.' Something like that."

Judy took a deep breath, leaning back in the rickety old chair. She was puzzled when Paul hung the recorder on the back of the chair and handed her the microphone. Then, when he got down on his knees in front of her and opened the raincoat, she began to understand.

"Now," Paul instructed, "when I start the recorder, wait a second, and then start talking."

Judy nodded, looking down at Paul as he lowered his face to her naked, hairy, cum-soaked crotch. His mouth fastened on her pussy and an explosion of lust made her whole body jerk. Lifting his head for a second, Paul reached over and punched a button on the tape recorder.

Then his tongue speared deep in Judy's pussy, ripping the length of her slit and burning over her clitoris.

Judy couldn't have kept her voice steady if she had wanted to. In fact, it was difficult for her to talk at all as lust seared through her.

"H-hi, M-Morn," she began jerkily. "I-I'mm-mm ok-okay, Mom. They're tr-treating m-me all right. I h-h-hope I'll be h-h-home soon. P-please pay the r-rrransom real quick, a-and don't t-t-tell the p-p-police or they'll k-k-kill me!"

By the time she had managed to stutter her way through this, Judy was writhing desperately, passion lashing her body. Paul's mouth was working hungrily at her pussy. He sucked on her clit until she thought she was going to die with plea sure. She was hovering on the brink of a beautiful wild orgasm.

Then Paul shut the recorder off and backed away from her.

"Aawww, don't leave me like this," Judy wailed, still slumped in the chair, her thighs spread wide open.

Paul ignored her, and packed up the recorder. "Got to run. Got to be out before the next patrol comes by," he told her. "Oh, I need a lock of your hair."

Judy felt her lust fading, felt aching and unsatisfied, even though she could feel Paul's cum pooling on the chair as it oozed out of her pussy.

She hung her head, wrapping the raincoat defensively around her naked body as Paul sawed at a lock of her dark hair with his pocket knife.

In a few minutes she was again alone in the small apartment, the only sounds the hum of the refrigerator, the ceaseless drip-drip-drip of the sink and the scurrying of the rats in the walls.

Judy wrapped her arms around her brother's neck. Then she twined her legs around him. As he came into the hideout, shouldering the door closed behind himself, she clung to him like an octopus, nibbling hungrily on the side of his throat. Since Paul had left her hanging short of an orgasm the day before, she had done nothing but dream of her brother. It had been like a starving man dreaming of food, or someone dying of thirst dreaming of gallons and gallons of clear, cold water.

Mike reached under the raincoat and cupped her ass with his hands, supporting her. He turned his head and their mouths met in a driving, devouring, hungry kiss. His fingers sank into the meaty orbs of her buttocks and he squeezed and clutched at the yielding masses, pulling them apart until she could feel her flesh stretching and feel cool air touching her asshole and her pussy.

Hanging on Mike with one arm, Judy managed to slip the other out of the sleeve of the raincoat. Then she reversed the operation and her only garment dropped to the floor, leaving her naked. She was still hanging onto her brother, still had her arms tangled around his neck, her legs scissored around his thighs. Her pelvis rocked and rolled as she ground her crotch against his leg, grinding his hard body and rough clothes into her pussy.

"Off," Mike grunted at last, breaking the kiss, releasing her ass.

Judy let her feet drop to the floor, untwined her arms and backed away from her brother. Without waiting for him to say anything, she was tackling his belt.

Mike stroked his hands down her sides, then up to her breasts. He thumbed her nipples, making them bounce and harden. "Don't you want to know what's happening?"

"Not now," Judy answered, her voice throaty with need. "Only thing I want right now is you." She had his pants open and was fondling the tower of his erection. His proud cock stood out stiffly from the thick bush of pubic hair at its base. She knelt in front of him and dragged his pants down around his calves.

"What if I don't want you?" Mike teased, steadying himself by putting one hand on her head.

Judy smiled at him confidently, and ran one finger up the hot length of his stiff, ready prick. She paused to scratch the underside where the glans curved up toward the slit.

Mike looked fondly down at his sister. She was sitting on her heels, her back very straight. Her breasts jutted out boldly, the twin peaks of her nipples looking like tiny volcanic peaks. Between her lush pale mounds he could see the dark vee of her triangle between her golden, graceful thighs. As he watched she spread her knees to reveal herself to him. His pale cock with its rounded pink head was pointing straight at her sweet, innocent face. This was his sister, and she was more desirable than any other woman in the world.

A shining clear drop appeared at the tip of Mike's cock as if by magic.

Thick and viscous, it formed a magnifying lens over the tiny slit, distorting and enlarging the opening. Finally the globbet grew too large and heavy. It oozed down the curve of the head of Mike's cock, leaving a shining snaillike trail behind it. Judy's mouth was watering with desire as she watched the gleaming oozing drop just inches away. She could see the texture of the head of Mike's prick, the vague scar of his circumcision below the groove where the glans joined the pale-veined shaft.

The young girl captured the shining drop before it could drool off his cock. Catching the liquid with her fingers, she smeared it back up ward, coating the head of her brother's powerful prick with it, making his flesh gleam. The juice was hot, sticky, and marvelously slippery. It was perfectly suited to the task for which it had been designed, greasing the way into her pussy.

Pushing against his strong thighs, remaining on her knees in front of him, she guided him back to the old chair. He sat down on it obediently and she crawled up to him. Then he spread his knees and she pushed up between them.