Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

Judy's qualms faded as her ravenous vagina was slowly filled by her brother's monumental phallus. She was being stuffed with what she wanted to be stuffed, where she wanted to be stuffed. Her aching, dripping need was being filled with a sturdy, hot staff of live flesh and gristle. She wriggled her buttocks right to the very brink of the table, feeling its cold raised edge slash across her soft ass, and grind the folds of the raincoat into her tender flesh.

Morning sunlight filled the kitchen, glaring off the shining counters and chrome faucets. It shone warmly on Judy's semi-reclining torso, heating her breasts and belly where they weren't shadowed by her brother's body. Where the sunlight touched her skin it felt nearly as hot as the cock her vagina was embracing so tightly.

Mike bored completely into her, watching as his pubic hair tangled and mingled with hers. His hips pressed against the insides of her pale thighs, pressed against her straining tendons. His brown pubic bush meshed with her black one in a sticky tangle. His cock was completely out of sight, completely in her body. A flash of pink showed through her bush where his cock had wedged her labia open.

Passion made Judy's head drop back, completely relaxed. It felt so wonderfully, fantastically good to have her channel filled with her brother's heavy meat, her folds spread open by his bulk, his hips pressed against the insides of her thighs. The raincoat was spread open, exposing her breasts. Her pose thrust them upward, and her excited, erect, bud-like nipples were just begging for attention.

Mike's hands came down on her firm mounds and he pressed them down, feeling her full flesh seek to escape through the gaps between his fingers. Her nipples were digging hungrily at his palm. Releasing his pressure, he moved his hands delicately so just the very burning tips of her nipples scraped his palms.

"Aaaaawww," Judy sighed, her vagina squeezing tight around his phallus.

Mike drew back, sliding his prick out of her dripping hole, then drove it back in with a sexy squishing noise. He felt a trickle of something ooze down his dangling balls and sucked in his breath from the fiery tickle. He drew back again, a little faster, her slick folds sliding juicily past his nerve-loaded cock. When he drove in, faster this time, he thumped up against her solidly, his cock driving deep into her opening. His balls swung and tugged from the impact, and jostled against his thighs on the rebound.

Judy's belly rippled and shivered with increasing lust. She drew in one shuddering breath after another as her burning pleasure slowly built and built.

The last lingering regrets she felt about her mother were fading rapidly now. None of this would be possible if she and Mike didn't leave the place where they were known to be brother and sister. Nothing in the world could possibly be as important as what she was experiencing right now, and the searing pleasures that the future held for them.

"Ooooh, Michael," she sighed lustily. Her head rolled from side to side as wave after wave of pleasure roared through her.

Mike was gripping her breasts firmly, squeezing those marvelous yielding mounds with both hands. He never missed a stroke as he pistoned his thrumming cock in her hot, soaking sheath. Wave after wave of fluid dribbled down over his scrotum, a wild burning tickling chill that drove him closer and closer to a climax. His balls swung and danced and jounced with every thrust of his muscular hips.

"Aaaw-aw-aw I'm c-c-c-c-cumming," Judy panted hoarsely, her fingers curling into claws, her toes knotting as her orgasm roared through her.

Her muscles knotted and shook.

Mike saw a pink flush blossom on his sister's belly as if by magic, surging upward to her chest to sweep out over her breasts. He hammered his cock into her hard and hard and hard. Then he felt the first fiery rush of semen and thrust his prick into her as deeply as he could. His balls were drawn up tight under his cock as they unloaded their gooey burden. His buttocks clenched and convulsed, adding their bit to his drive and his convulsive spurts. He distinctly felt every wad of semen sear down the length of his cock, each one a tearing knot of burning pleasure that burst from the crown of his jerking phallus to spatter his sister's deep recesses. His hands were clutching at her breasts, his fingers sunk in her tender, pale flesh as his entire body was consumed with the pleasure of his cumming.

With a few last desperate twitches, his muscles wrung the final lingering drops of semen from his prick, and that exhausted organ began to slowly lose its hardness and size. Easing his cramped fingers, he released his sister's breasts and leaned forward, bracing his hands on the table. Where his fingers had been sunk into her boobs there were white marks that flushed pink as blood was again admitted to her flesh.

He felt his cock slowly withering and withdrawing, felt her wet folds sliding past the retreating cap of his organ. His balls were sticky and chill from the liquid drying on them. When he finally drew back, extracting what was left of his prick from Judy's vagina, he felt secretions drying in his pubic hair.

"Aaaaawwww," Judy sighed as he vacated her vagina. "Aaaww, you're sooo good!"

"You're great," he told her, bending down to haul his pants up.

Judy pushed up, then hunched over wearily, her bare belly wrinkling, her breasts sagging slightly. Her pussy was stinging cold with drying cum.

"Do you have to leave?"

Mike nodded, fastening his belt. "Got to. If I dropped out of sight now it would really screw things up. I've just been lucky they haven't had someone watching me all the time."

"Why would they?" Judy asked.

"I don't know," he admitted.

"Do you think they suspect something?" Judy asked nervously.

Mike shook his head. "No, if they did, then they would be tailing me."

He gave her a quick kiss. "Gotta go, Sis."

"When will I see you again?" she asked.

"I'll come by after the ransom drop tonight," he assured her. "And we'll have a fine old time. As soon as the ransom is collected we all just drop out of sight. We'll rendezvous here to split up the money, then make our getaway."

"Is that safe? What if Harry's followed after he makes the pick-up?"

Judy asked.

"We'll make sure he isn't. Relax, Sis, nothing will go wrong. You just sit tight right here and wait for the money to roll in. See you later."

"See you," she echoed softly just as he closed the door. She stood up and pulled the raincoat around herself defensively. She now felt more lonely and nervous than ever. Her mind now freed of the distraction of sex, it returned immediately to the subject of her mother. There was some satisfaction in the fact that she would be divorcing the Old Bastard, and squeezing money out of him, too. But it meant Judy's main reason for taking part in the plot was gone. For Mike, and the others, the money was the main incentive. For Judy, it had been getting free of the Old Bastard. The money was nice, of course.

But now there was Mike. They had to take the money and run-they just had to.

Judy knew it would be a terrible blow to their mother. In one fell swoop she would find herself left totally alone. Judy stood with her arms folded tightly, staring blindly at the television. Her mind kept returning to that sad fact.

She was still standing there, dwelling on the misery facing her mother, when someone touched her ribs. The unexpected contact wrenched a scream out of her and she flinched.

"Easy, Judy, it's only me," Paul said quickly.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked, sharply, her voice shaking.

Paul grabbed her again, his hands strong, insistent, insolent. "Is that any way to greet your lover?"

Reluctantly, Judy yielded and kissed him passionately. She had the feeling life was complicated enough without Paul turning up at this point. She was worried enough about the whole plot, and her mother, as it was. And she had just had sex with her brother anyway, and she didn't want any more.