Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

"We'll go away together," he promised her.

"And Cynthia and Paul and Harry?" she asked.

Mike shrugged. "They'll get their share of the money. What they do after that is their problem. Of course, Cynthia doesn't need the dough anyway."

"Why'd she help us then?" Judy asked, stroking her brother's bare back and tightening her vagina around his prick.

"Because she loves me, I guess," Mike answered. "And for kicks, too.

She'll do damn near anything for kicks."

"Is she still uptight about us?" Judy asked. "About you and me?"

"Naw," Mike snorted confidently. "We cooled her down just fine the other day. Now shut up and let me fuck you."

"Oooooooohhhh, yes," Judy hissed as he pistoned his monster cock in her gooey vagina. Her clitoris was rolled between them as he moved his hips.

Mike's cock felt like it was aflame. The friction between his erection and the clinging walls of his sister's tight vagina was like being swallowed in a hot, clinging, steamy hole. He pistoned into her slowly and deeply, feeling the rippled texture of her tunnel sliding along his prick. Every move was accompanied by a wet, sticky sucking sound.

Judy loved the feel of Mike's prick in her vagina, the feel of that huge, heavy cylinder filling her opening. She was consumed by fire every time her clitoris was twisted and ground between them. And the feel of her brother's hot body on hers, his bare skin against her, made her feel incredibly, totally alive. Her hips began to roll and twist with a mind of their own. She could feel pubic hair scrubbing her tender skin. This incestuous act was better than any casual linking with any of the boys she had had in the past. She was aware of sensations she had never really noticed before, the frictions of cock in vagina, body against body, flesh against flesh.

"Oh, Mike, I'm going to cum," she whispered, sinking her fingers in the muscular masses of his ass. "I'm-going-to-ccuummmm," she repeated her body knotting as the orgasm roared through her, a breaking wave of pleasure that tumbled her before it.

Mike froze with his prick sunk deep into his sister's vagina and waited, while her body knotted under him. He felt her vagina pulsing around his prick as her climax swept through her. When she relaxed, he began to move again, pistoning his cock in her soggy opening.

"Mike!" she exclaimed. "You didn't cum?"

Mike was panting, moving harder and faster now. He could feel his balls swinging with every stroke of his prick in her guts. "No-but I'm-going to-in a minute!"

"OOooooohhhh, God, fuck me, Mike fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me," she urged, her hips rocking and pounding. She was being lifted higher and higher and higher. Having just cum, she knew she was going to go even higher on this wave of pleasure. Her face was beaded with sweat, her lips shining wet and flecked with spittle from the intensity of her lust. She tossed her head, her brunette curls thrashing as her body churned under her brother's.

Mike was aware only of the walls of her vagina whipping past his prick and the building knot of fire in his belly. He was drawing closer and closer and closer to the searing, pulsating, pumping pleasure of an ejaculation. Tangling his legs with hers, he rammed at her harder and harder, his toes curling and cramping as his cumming drew closer and closer. He was past the point of no return now-he couldn't have stopped his orgasm even if he had wanted to.

He began to cum. Driving his prick into his sister, he rammed at her, trying to spear his erect, spurting cock completely through her thrashing, eager body. His knees bent, his legs tangled with hers, his straining muscles held her welded against him as gout after searing gout of semen blistered the length of his prick and sprayed deep into her.

His toes were knotted pain fully, the muscles in the calves of his legs convulsed as they, too, added their efforts to the slamming shots of cum.

Judy felt as if her legs were being torn out of her by the way Mike was wrenching them. Her own muscles fought back as she tried to heave her pelvis up through his, tried to take his entire body in through the small opening of her vagina. She was cumming for a second time, a long, screaming orgasm of fiery pleasure that poured through her entire body like lava.

For a long time sister and brother clung to each other in a joint straining knot. A pearly wave of excess semen flooded from Judy's vagina and poured down the cheeks of her ass to puddle on the bed. Then, together, she and Mike both relaxed in a boneless, tangled heap, Mike still between her thighs, his exhausted cock still in her twitching pussy.

"Oh, Michael," Judy sighed contentedly, clinging to him as he rolled off her. By keeping her legs entangled with his, she managed to keep what was left of his prick lodged in the hot sheath of her vagina. "Why did we wait so long?"

"Damned if I know," he admitted. "You liked that?"

"It was the best ever," she answered, stroking his bare, moist skin tenderly. "And we'll be able to do it forever and ever, now."

"If we manage to pull this off," he said pessimistically.

"We will pull it off, won't we?" she asked tensely.

"I sure hope so," Mike replied, running his fingers the length of her spine. "If we don't we're really in the soup."

Judy shivered. "What would they do to us?"

Mike shrugged, then pulled away enough to slip his withered penis out of her. "I think it's called extortion. We could be sent to jail."

Judy gulped. "What about-what we just did?" she asked.

"Incest? I dunno. I suppose they put you in the nuthouse for it.

Something, anyway. I don't know."

"The nuthouse? Why? What's crazy about making love?" Judy asked.

"It's not making love that's crazy," Mike told her huffily. "It's who you do it with, stupid. You aren't supposed to make love to your sister-or your mother or your father. People like that."

"Why not?" Judy insisted, not at all put off by his comment on her intelligence.

"How the hell should I know! Good grief, you sure ask some dumb questions," he snorted, rolling away from her. He folded his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. "Sure hope the Old Bastard pays up quickly. The cops are going to get wise to us soon."

"Why should they?" Judy asked, stroking his almost hairless chest.

"'Cause they're a suspicious bunch, that's why."

"Who told the cops?" she asked.

"I don't know. Mom's not telling me much. Every time the Old Bastard and Mom start to argue about it I get sent off someplace," Mike grumbled.

"So you don't really know whether they told the cops or not," Judy commented nervously. "You were supposed to be able to keep track of what the cops and everyone was up to."

"I know it," Mike growled. He pounded the bed in frustration. "I don't know what's going on, and that bothers me. They could have the FBI in on it by now."

"The FBI!" Judy squeaked.

"Kidnapping for ransom is a federal crime. You knew that." Mike snapped, irritably. "Don't you remember talking about the kidnapping?"

"Oh, yeah," Judy answered meekly.

"So, we've got to be really careful. Really, really careful," Mike mused.

Judy was silent. She was suddenly worried. She had known what they were doing was wrong, but it hadn't seemed all that bad. All they were trying to do was get some money out of their stepfather. Now, for all she knew, the FBI was after them. The worst thing about it was that if it failed, she and Mike would be separated. If they were jailed, there would be no way in the world for them to get together, even just to talk. And if someone found out what she and Mike had been doing they would both be committed to an asylum full of crazy people! It wasn't crazy to love your brother, not when he was as great as Mike was!

The door to the bedroom was suddenly flung open. Mike and Judy both lurched up to a sitting position.