Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

Judy grabbed the bedroom door frame and used it as a pivot to swing her flying body through the door. The move threw her off balance and she spun wildly across the room, staggering back wards and bumped up against the bed with the backs of her legs. Just as she sprawled backwards on the bed and bounced on the mattress, Mike appeared in the doorway, having overrun it.

Lying on her back, her legs spread, her feet trailing to the floor off the foot of the bed, Judy lifted her head and looked at him. Her chest heaved with her panting. Her nipples were swollen and aching with excitement, and the one Mike's hand had battered was still burning from his touch. She felt her excitement as a burning chill of drying juices in the heart of her pussy. She swept her hot gaze over her brother's naked body, over his nearly hairless torso to his powerful thrusting cock standing out from his tangle of pubic hair. The shining white column with its gleaming pink head was pointed straight at her, and was quivering with excitement.

Mike's teeth were bared with anticipated plea sure as he stood blocking the doorway, his hands braced at either side on the jamb. Judy was spread on the bed, her head raised, looking down the length of her pale, exciting, curvy body at him. Her breasts were only slightly flattened from their weight, displaying their youthful firmness by the way they retained their shape against the gravity that was trying to mash them flat on her heaving chest. Her nipples were silhouetted, sharp, hard, excited peaks. Her stomach arched and shuddered with excitement. And up between her sleek, smooth, exciting thighs was the thick tangle of her pubic hair. Right in the heart of the black mass was a brilliant gleam of red flesh, a vertical slit of a target for the heavy lance at Mike's groin.

Mike stepped slowly into the room, never taking his eyes off his sister as she lay sprawled nude on the bed. He reached blindly for the door with one hand and pushed it shut behind him. Then he backed up and fumbled with the lock. Unable to puzzle it out by touch, he decided to leave it, and depend on his position between Judy and the door to keep her from making a break for it. He advanced on her cautiously, determined not to let her get away this time.

Judy no longer had any intention of trying to escape. She was burning up with incestuous desire for her brother. She was through running and was now waiting for him. She could feel her vagina oozing with desire for a hot shaft of meat to fill it. She slid her hands up her body and cupped and massaged the hills of her breasts.

She watched her brother advancing on her. His beautiful erect prick led the way, waving and shifting with every step. A gleaming clear drop broke free from the pink cap and trailed viscously downward, only to swing pendulously back on a shining thread and stick to one of Mike's muscular legs. His balls were drawn up tight at the base of his prick.

The drip of lubricant stung Mike's leg with its chill. He could feel the tug of his cock's weight as he walked slowly toward Judy. His stomach muscles were knotted with anticipation. At the base of his prick was a burning itch of readiness. The tantalizing pursuit of his sister had built his lust to fever pitch. Now he was straining his self-control by deliberately restraining himself from slamming down on her and pounding his cock up into her. She was the most exquisitely sexy female he had ever seen. Not yet seventeen she was hotter than any mature woman could be. The fact that she was his sister meant only one thing to him-that he had stupidly failed to take advantage of what she had offered years ago. He had had her before, and he was going to have her again, and again, and again. His throat knotted with need for her. When the fake kidnapping had paid off the two of them would disappear together to some faraway place where no one knew they were brother and sister. Their last name was the same-why wouldn't people assume they were husband and wife?

"Oh, Michael," Judy sighed softly, looking up at him, seeing the passion blazing through his veins. "Oh, Michael, love me."

Mike stood at the foot of the bed, his stiff cock stabbing out over the mattress, between her spread thighs, pointing like an arrow at the dark bushy heart of her exposed crotch. Leaning over, he put his hands on her waist, pressing his thumbs into her soft belly. He pressed the satin sleekness of her skin, testing the yielding flesh of her body. Slowly, he let his hands slide up her torso toward the exciting thrusting mounds of her breasts. She gripped his wrists and guided his hands directly to her lush boobs. Then she pulled his hands down hard on her breasts and he felt her cushiony mounds crushing against her ribs, felt the hard knots of her nipples digging into his palms. He felt her closing her thighs to grip his as he hovered at a precarious angle over the bed, his feet still on the floor, his weight mostly supported by his hands on her breasts.

Judy's face was twisted with lust, her mouth hanging open, her eyes closed. Her black hair fanned out on the bed as her head rolled with passion. She licked her lips as she twisted with desire. She was still holding his wrists, very gently, almost absentmindedly.

The pain of her breasts being mashed into her ribs was a burning ache that made her whole body hurt with sexual need. She was pinned to the bed, driven into the mattress by her brother pressing her cushiony mounds flat. Her nipples were hard points of pain as they struggled to remain hard and erect under his crushing palms. Releasing his wrists, she reached blindly for the cock she knew was hanging, dangling over her crotch. She felt a stinging wetness high on one thigh.

As if radar guided, her hands found the dangling pole of her brother's cock and her fingers curled around it. It was hot, hard, and ready. A strand of his fluids lashed an icy trail on the back of one of her hands. She smeared the curving head, making it wet and sticky and slippery. Gently, she tugged on the hard tower of prick, urging it, pulling it down toward her pussy.

Mike's arms were getting shaky with exhaustion and lust. Bending his elbows, he lowered himself slowly down on his sister, still keeping his hands on her breasts. He felt the head of his cock brush her wiry pubic hair, a burning scratching on his sensitive, nerve-loaded glans. Then there was hot, wet flesh embracing the point of his prick. The slimy, wet folds of her pussy felt scalding hot on his penis as his sister steered it into the slit. He felt the end of his cock pop into her vaginal opening and lowered himself on her warm, smooth naked body, settling comfortably between her thighs.

Judy hauled her hands out from between them, confident now that his cock was firmly nestled in her vagina. She gripped his muscular buttocks and pulled, urging his powerful, stuffing prick into her gripping tunnel.

Her breasts burned from the friction of him freeing his trapped hands from between their chests. She writhed in order to feel the pillowy cushions of her breasts squirm between their rib cages. Then her pussy was being filled with Mike's phallus and all other sensations paled. She felt the walls of her vagina being slowly pried open by the sturdy ravening bulk of his prick.

"Oh, Mike, that feels soo gooood," she sighed when he was completely socketed in her.

"Like we were made for each other," Mike agreed.

Judy shifted so she could see his face. "We were made for each other, weren't we?"

Mike nodded. "Sure seems that way," he acknowledged.

"When this is all over, we'll go off together, just the two of us?" she asked fearfully.

Mike drew his cock out, feeling her velvety walls gripping it. Then he shoved back into her, luxuriating in the eager way her vagina seemed to suck his prick in. She was tight and stimulating and young and eager.