Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

Mike gritted his teeth. His fingers were gripping the door jamb so hard they were white. He knew he should leave, he wanted to leave, but he couldn't leave.

Judy knew she and Paul were being watched. A mirror showed the half-open door to the dining room. She could feel her brother's agony as he watched. She was filled with a dreadful, agonizing joy as the knowledge of the torture he was going through ripped through her like a dull knife. She was glad he was staying to watch.

Slowly and carefully, she guided Paul down on the couch, placing him with his back to the mirror. She pushed him down on his back. Mike hadn't yet discovered the view that the mirror gave, but she was certain he would. When he did, she wanted to give him the best possible view of what was being done to her.

As Paul lifted his feet up on the couch, Judy straddled his legs, her knees sinking into the soft sofa cushions. She risked a quick glance at the mirror. Her brother's tortured eyes met hers. He could see every inch of her naked body, as she straddled Paul. Her open legs exposed her sex to both Paul and Mike, but only Paul was going to get any physical pleasure from that oozing hole. She worked her way up his thighs to his crotch.

She saw Paul watching her closely, his eyes burning with lust at the sight of her swaying breasts. She held herself straight so they stood out as far as possible. She shook her torso gently to make her lush mounds quiver and jiggle excitingly. Her nipples were sharp with desire, twin peaks, both begging for attention.

Paul reached up and touched them gently, rubbing his fingers over the little pink buds delicately, feeling their rubbery texture and the way they pushed into the softer, more yielding flesh supporting them. He curved his fingers to the soft contours of both her breasts, marveling at their softness and their warmth. Judy's breasts had always fascinated him. They were so womanly and proud, large and firm at the same time.

And they were so soft and hot and exciting to touch. The areolae were neat circles about the size of a quarter, supporting the pencil eraser-like points of her nipples. Those pink cylinders, with their dimpled ends, were just begging to be pinched and tugged and twisted.

And when he did that, Judy's tummy always sucked in with excitement and her head tipped back slightly, and her eyes glazed with lust and her jaw sagged.

While the flames from Paul's torch blazed through Judy, she reached for his prick. It was as hard as iron, hot as a steel ingot fresh out of a furnace. It lay up against his belly. She held it by the base with the thumbs and forefingers of both hands. She tipped it up, squeezed it slightly, forming a tourniquet to restrict the flow of blood out of its already flooded cells.

She worked her way forward a few inches and felt the head of the phallus she was holding pull through the twining kinks of her pubic hair. It wedged her slit open, sliding through the slick, wet, ready folds of tissue. When it bumped over her clit her whole body convulsed with pleasure. Then she nestled it in the opening of her vagina. The knob felt like hot lava as it settled in the crater that led to her deep tunnel. Her head tipped back, her eyes slitted with lust, Judy looked in the mirror. Her brother's face was a study in frustrated searing desire and agonizing jealousy.

Mike had his hands braced on either side of the door, battling the urge to charge into the living room and tear his sister out of his friend's embrace, and ravish her himself. When she had first helped Paul down on the couch, then turned sideways to him, Mike had been puzzled. Then he had seen her glance at the mirror and had shifted his gaze. The sight of Judy straddling Paul, and the full frontal view of her nude body, had made Mike suck in his breath. Every time he saw his sister, she seemed to be more alluring, more beautiful, more sexually exciting than before.

Her body was glorious, and, judging by the way she displayed it, she was very proud of it.

But she was displaying it to another male, too, and it was Paul, not him that was going to have her. It was Paul that was going to get to plunge his swollen prick into Judy's velvety, slippery, gripping hole. It was Paul who was going to feel those hot walls sliding against the burning nerve endings in his cock. It was Paul that was getting to pay homage to the twin peaks of Judy's breasts. It was Paul's erect penis that was in Judy's crotch.

Mike was being cremated by a combination of frustrated lust and jealousy.

Judy lowered herself slowly onto Paul's cock. She pumped herself down on it, bobbing the springs of the couch, jouncing more and more of the huge piston into her body. She had to make this as good as possible for Paul.

But that wasn't the reason she was taking his prick as tantalizingly as she was. She was doing it to infuriate and stimulate her brother. As she took Paul's cock, she kept her eyes on the mirror. She could see the agony in Mike's eyes, and the tortured sweat on his face. Why was she enjoying torturing the brother?

Paul continued his worship of Judy's marvelous breasts, pressing and massaging the soft, warm mounds, pinching the nipples between his fingers. At the same time, he was savoring the feeling of his cock being engulfed by her searing, dripping vagina. She felt hot and extraordinarily wet as she slid down to cover his prick with her clinging sheath. He wondered just what was between Judy and her brother.

Had they really been screwing? Judging from Judy's horniness, it seemed unlikely. Paul was aware of her appetite for sex, but there were limits, even to her capacity. On the other hand, though, what else could she and Mike have been doing, naked together on the bed? Naturally, Mike had been expecting Paul to come by, since a new ransom tape had to be made.

Paul had come by early, hoping to get in a quickie with Judy before her brother showed up. Why had Mike showed up early? That thought rekindled Paul's suspicions. Why else would Mike show up early, other than to get a quick shot at Judy? But they were brother and sister, they couldn't be interested in each other that way, could they?

Besides, Mike was always complaining about the way Judy tagged along all the time. That thought, and the total swallowing of his cock by Judy's vagina, drove suspicion from Paul's mind. He was overwhelmed by the feel of her hot, slick, gripping flesh against his prick. Forgetting everything else, Paul concentrated on the screwing he was getting. She was sitting on him now, her ass pressing heavily down on his legs. His cock was sunk full depth in her vagina. He thought he could feel the end of her tunnel embracing the head of his phallus. He pinched and squeezed and massaged her firm young breasts harder than ever.

Judy felt marvelously full of prick. She squirmed slightly to make Paul's cock stir in her guts. She lifted and dropped to feel it slide out and then back in, feel it set the nerves in her vagina aflame. A glorious hot fireball was growing and growing deep in her belly, and being fed by the friction between her vagina and Paul's cock, and the stimulating pressure of his hands on her breasts. There was one other point of need, so Judy pried her fingers into her slit and tormented her clitoris.

It was hard, but she kept her eyes focused on her brother's in the mirror. Watching him watching her made the fireball of her impending orgasm swell and grow even more rapidly than pumping on Paul's cock did.

Mike was fighting back tears of frustration and jealousy. He knew what his sister's vagina felt like around his prick-hot and wet and clinging. He knew how those thrusting breasts that Paul was fondling felt heavy and soft and warm. As Judy lifted, Mike could see Paul's penis, a shining pale tower, glistening with Judy's fluids. Then she would lower herself, and that tower of gristle would vanish up into her young, willing body until her dark pubic bush meshed and tangled with Paul's dark blond one.