Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

The thought of that having happened without her getting to see her mother one last time brought tears to Judy's eyes. Her tears made her realize how close she was to cracking up. After all, it had only been a week, at most. And Mike and Cynthia had just been there the day before-hadn't they?

Judy remembered what she had read somewhere about brainwashing. She remembered having read about the Vietnam POWs. One of the most awful things for them had been not knowing how long they were going to be kept in solitary. One of the techniques used in brainwashing was to lock a prisoner in just the kind of room she was in now. With no way to judge night or day, no contact with the outside world, men went mad quickly.

They would do anything in order to get back in touch with other people, with the rising and the setting of the sun.

Judy ventured over near the door. All she had to do was pull back the chain and turn the latch and she would be free and out. But that would ruin the "kidnapping" plot. Perhaps she might not be seen, but if she were, that would be the end of it.

Worse, who might see her? She had only a raincoat over her nude body.

What if there were junkies in the empty apartment house? What kind of perverts and derelicts would seek out a block of abandoned buildings like these to hole up in?

What if it were the middle of the night and she opened the door on pitch blackness? Hordes of rats might be prowling the stairs, or even be waiting outside the door for her to lower her defenses. Or, what if she opened the door and found that there was nothing-nothing at all, that everything but this cell-like apartment had vanished?

Judy reined in her feverish imagination quickly and sought refuge in her memories. She remembered that first wonderful time with her brother. She recalled the marvelous feel of his hot, sturdy, virile cock pumping and pistoning in her moist vagina. She remembered the feel of his solid, powerful body pressing her down, grinding her tender breasts flat.

Her memories brought a flash of warmth to her loins. Her legs felt shaky and soft as she sank down on the mattress. It was here, right here, that she had had the man she had wanted for so long. Right here she had spread herself and let her brother drill his phallus deep in her vagina.

Right here her brother's pubic bone had crushed her clitoris against her pubic bone as he had fucked her and fucked her and fucked her.

The only regret Judy had was that it had taken so long. All those wasted years when she could have been having him! She was sixteen now, and had lost her virginity when she was fourteen. Those two years seemed hollow, in spite of the many boys she had happily spread her legs to. That first time had been to spite her brother for not taking her when he had the chance. The other times had been pleasant, but nothing much more than that. She realized now that to a certain extent, her promiscuity had always been to spite her brother, and to prove to herself that she was desirable.

But the real problem was that none of those boys had been Mike. That was what she had always wanted, her brother's cock in her belly. Every time she had lain back in the back seat of a car, one leg trailing on the floor, one hooked on the back of the seat, she had wanted the boy entering her to be her brother.

Even worse, there was no reason she and Mike couldn't have started even younger than when she was fourteen. She could have given her virginity to him long before that. With their mother working they had had ample opportunity. Getting home from school at three-thirty, they had had the house all to themselves until dinner time.

Judy dreamed idly of those afternoons. Some times Mike had given her the word that She should find someplace else to go. She knew what he had been doing those afternoons. Oh, not exactly what he had been doing, but she knew that he had a girl over. Judy hadn't spied on him. Often she had gone off with a member of the opposite sex herself.

Why had she and Mike done that? Why hadn't they double dated those afternoons? What peculiar quirk toward privacy had kept them from doing whatever they wanted to do with all four of them in the same room? Or, they could have just used separate rooms in the house. Probably if they had done that they would have entered into their incestuous coupling much sooner. Judy sighed.

Anyway, sex with someone else in the room was exciting. She had found that out yesterday. Making lesbian love with Cynthia had been incredibly exciting. It hadn't been the first time Judy had experimented that way.

Nor, obviously, had it been the first time Cynthia had. But doing it naked, tangled in Cynthia's silken naked embrace, with Mike looking on had been wonderful. Just the knowledge that Mike was watching had doubled the pleasure.

And then, watching Mike make it with Cynthia had been fabulous, too.

Judy recalled seeing her brother's sticky wet cock sliding in and out of Cynthia's streaming pussy and felt a flash of heat, and a demanding itch in her pussy.

Lying back on the mattress, Judy slid one hand down to her pussy and combed her fingers into her encrusted pubic hair. Sliding her other hand up, Judy cupped one breast, rolling and teasing her nipple. She spread her legs, and pressed the tip of one finger into the top edge of her slit and mashed it down on her clitoris, sending a searing bolt of pleasure through her body.

Where had Mike learned that trick of jamming a finger up a girl's backside? What wanton high school hussy had taught him that? Judy summoned up the memory of watching her brother's finger disappearing up into Cynthia's rectum and whimpered. Why hadn't he done that to her?

Why, when he was fucking Judy that first time, hadn't he thrust his longest finger way up inside her bowels?

Judy reached lower, poked a finger at her rectum, then drilled it up into that hot, greasy hole. She tormented her clitoris and buggered her anus with her own fingers, and pleasure lashed through her and she rolled and twisted on the naked mattress. But it just wasn't the same thing. The finger she had up her anus was her own finger, and that was like trying to tickle yourself. And the fingers she had up her own vagina were only fingers, and had none of the hefty, meaty bulk of a cock.

The only thing she was doing to herself that was as good or better than someone else doing it was fingering her clitoris. To pinch and roll that sensitive mini-penis with her own fingers was infinitely better than having it crunched between pubic arches. Only someone sucking that rubbery little button was better than this.

Nevertheless, Judy was soaring from her self-stimulation. She was tormenting her own crotch with both hands now, her arms pressing inward against the sides of her breasts, creating a deep, dark, exciting valley between the lush soft mounds. Her nipples were sharp, rubbery cones jutting straight at the ceiling as she fingered herself tensely.

And there was a knock on the door. It was loud and insistent, and frightening. It chilled Judy's overheated blood instantly. Her passion melted away like a mist as she withdrew her hands from her intimate recesses.

The knock came again, even louder.

"Wh-who is it?" Judy ventured timidly.

"It's me," Paul answered, his voice muffled by the door.

"Paul!" Judy leaped up from the mattress. Ignoring the raincoat in her haste and relief, she hurtled across the room and fumbled the chain and lock open quickly.

Paul pushed through the door, straight into Judy's octopus-like embrace.

Wrapping his arms around her naked body, he kicked the door closed with one foot. Then he turned his attention to kissing the lush naked girl thoroughly, his hands sweeping over her cool, satin-smooth naked body.

His cock swelled and hardened sharply in his pants.

Judy's lust was building as rapidly as it had faded at the sharp knock on the door. All the masturbating she had been doing, all the reminiscing about Mike and Cynthia had built her passion to a fever pitch. She ground her naked body against Paul, twisting and rolling her torso to mangle her breasts against his strong chest. She trapped one of his powerful thighs between her slender ones and scrubbed her bare pussy against his pants, feeling the harsh material burn against her sensitive, engorged inner tissues.