Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

Judy began to pump faster and faster on Paul's cock, jamming it up into her belly harder and harder. Her breasts jiggled and jounced with every impact, even though Paul was trying his best to support them in his cupped hands. His towering organ pistoned in her oozing vagina with a slurping, slapping sound and she felt her juices and Mike's leftover cum like a gooey paste between her and Paul. She massaged the flaring knot of her clitoris with building frenzy as the level of her lust grew and grew and grew. She began to whimper deep in her throat from the building pleasure. Her vision narrowed to the sweating face of her brother in the mirror, and her physical sensations narrowed to the searing friction of Paul's cock in her pussy and the scalding touch of her own fingers in her clitoris. The fireball of pleasure in her guts swelled like a balloon, taking up more and more of her, straining and straining more and more as it grew.

"Aah-aaah-aaaahhh," she wailed. "I'm g-going-to cummm. I'm going to cum!"

The balloon burst inside her like a napalm bomb going off, spraying spatters of burning joy, sending shrieking messages of pleasure straight to her brain. Impaled on the tower of Paul's cock, she writhed insanely.

Judy's pistoning, pumping, and jouncing had rocked Paul to the core. His groin had become a reservoir of fire ready and waiting to burst up from his prick like lava exploding from a volcano. His hips had rebounded off the springs of the couch and he had rammed them upward to meet Judy's every downward thrust. His hips had slammed up against Judy's descending buttocks with bruising force. He had even been able to feel the shock waves jolting up through Judy with his hand-they were still clutching her breasts tenaciously. Then he had felt searing semen geysering up his prick to fountain into Judy's pussy. He had heaved upward to drive his cock straight up into Judy, as if trying to get it to come out her mouth. Every thick spurt of semen was a knot of blazing pleasure ripping the length of his phallus and exploding out its tip.

And Mike had seen it all, had been a passive observer, from beginning to end. His body had knotted with frustration and jealousy. Now he felt beaten and exhausted. He rested his head on one arm and still couldn't take his eyes off the entwined bodies on the couch. He had seen Paul's muscles convulsing with his cumming, and Judy's writhing with her searing orgasm. He had even seen a thick, creamy overflow of semen oozing from Judy's overloaded vagina.

Then Judy collapsed forward with exhaustion, and Mike shut his eyes on the agonizing sight. For a long time he fought to regain his composure.

Finally, he forced himself to back away from the doorway. The sight of Judy cuddling Paul sent Mike's fury soaring higher than before. It took a powerful effort to restrain himself.

"If you two are through screwing around, we've got some work to do," he informed them, just a trace of bitterness in his tone.

Judy sensed her brother's hurt and cringed with regret at what she had done. She knew she had deliberately tormented him. Humbly, she climbed off Paul. His diminishing prick slid out of her vagina.

"I-I'll go get dressed," she stammered.

"Hurry up!" Mike ordered brusquely.

Paul swung his feet to the floor and pulled his pants up. "You all right, Mike?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Mike said sharply. "But we've been fucking around here too long. It makes me nervous. Let's get the tape made and clear out. Okay?"

Paul shrugged, buckling his belt. "Okay," he agreed easily. "No need to get so uptight about it."

"Well, I am uptight," Mike snapped angrily. "The cops and the FBI are in on this caper, for all we know. We've got to pull it off soon or the whole thing's going to blow up in our faces."

Judy reappeared with the raincoat demurely buttoned all the way up. "I'm sorry, Michael," she said softly, trying to convey as much as she could in the few words. She was filled with remorse for the pain she had caused him.

"Yeah," Mike replied grudgingly. He knew she loved him, and that she had had to do what she had done. But he still wasn't at all certain she needed to enjoy it quite as much as she had. And she had known he was watching, after all.

"I'll get the tape recorder," Paul announced. "It's in the kitchen."

Left alone together, Mike and Judy carefully avoided meeting each other's eyes for a moment. Then, suddenly, they were staring at each other with love, pain, and need. Suddenly they both felt the tearing agony their relationship was going to cause them. Not until they had the money and got out of town would they be able to openly show the love and desire they had for each other. Even then they would have to live like fugitives. And never, ever, would Mike be able to call her "Sis" the way he loved to do, and the way she loved to hear him do.

In that agonizing instant, both of them saw the painful trap they had fallen into. And they both realized that it was completely hopeless, that it was too late to escape. Because they both needed and loved each other too much to even separate willingly.

"Here's the recorder," Paul announced, unwittingly breaking the mood.

In a few minutes they were all engrossed in the task of recording a new ransom message. Mike had instructions for Paul to read. Judy was to add another message, one that would assure everyone she was still alive and well.

It took an hour to get it recorded exactly the way they wanted it. After listening closely to the completed tape, Mike shut the recorder off.

"Perfect," he observed. "If everything goes right, we should have the money soon, and, by day after tomorrow be in the clear. Only thing is, be real careful how you spend it, and for God's sake, don't brag about the whole thing to any one."

"Me?" Paul exclaimed. "What about you two?"

"What about us?" Mike asked, a bit nervously.

"What're you two going to do? You're going to be still living with the Old Bastard," Paul pointed out.

"No longer than we have to," Judy said quickly. "At least, not me," she added in an attempt to cover her mistake.

"We'll manage," Mike assured him. "You ready to leave?"

"Yeah," Paul agreed. "What about you?"

"We better leave separately. It's safer that way," Mike answered.

Paul looked from Mike to Judy and back, suddenly suspicious again.

Mike noticed Paul's glance and pursed his lips with frustration. "Okay, okay, I'll leave first, so you and Judy can have another go at it, if you want." It was the only thing he could say.

"I don't want," Judy snapped. "I'm tired."

"Aww, shoot," Paul snorted. "Okay. See you tomorrow, Judy."

After Paul left, Judy and Mike were silent for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Mike," Judy said softly.

"I know," he answered. "I gotta go."

"I know."

He paused at the back door. "I love you, Sis."

For a few wonderful, fleeting moments she clung to him. "I love you, too."

After he was gone, she sank down on a kitchen chair, put her chin in her hands and frowned. Heaven had suddenly been shown to have some very painful flaws.

Judy paced. She wandered. Through the empty house, from the bedroom, down the hall, into the living room, through the kitchen, into the dining room, back into the living room. The television was on, the sound at a barely audible mumble. Tensely, Judy flipped from one channel to the next, then gave the knob a vicious twist of aggravation.

Folding her arms under her breasts, she resumed pacing. Today they were supposed to get the ransom money. And, out of the entire group, she was the only one who had nothing to do but wait. Cynthia, Paul and Harry all had their assignments, from watching Judy's parents to picking up the money. Even Mike had something to do, though his assignment was rather passive. He had to behave as if nothing special was happening. He had to go through the day as if he had no connection with the kidnapping.