Michael Rennie - Hungry For Sister

"We did it, Sis, we did it," Mike observed happily. "No more kissing the ass of that tight-fisted Old Bastard for crummy nickels and dimes. We really pulled it off!"

"Oh, Michael," she repeated huskily. With one hand she unbuttoned the raincoat so she could press herself still more closely to her brother.

His hand slipped under her single garment and stroked and petted her naked ribs. Spreading her legs, she clasped one of his strong thighs and pressed her hairy pussy against it. She squirmed, grinding her breasts against his harsh clothes, making her nipples burn with a delicious pain. Tearing her eyes off the heaps of bills, she planted a series of sucking, hungry kisses on his throat, up his chin. Reaching his mouth, she plastered her lips on his and bored her tongue in to lick his teeth, then battle past them and ream his mouth out. One of his hands slipped down and cupped one of her soft, naked buttocks.

"Let's count it," Cynthia suggested practically, starting to make neat stacks of bills.

"Turn on a light," Paul suggested. "It's getting kind of dark in here."

"NO!" Mike ordered tensely. "No lights. This house is supposed to be empty, stupid."

"Ooops, forgot," Paul admitted. "But you don't need to call me stupid!" he snapped. "And what're you doing with my girl?"

Mike let go of his sister, but Judy refused to release him. "I'm not your girl anymore," she informed Paul coldly. "That was settled this afternoon. Remember?"

"What were you doing here?" Mike snapped at Paul.

"Come on, you guys, let's count the money in front of the TV. That'll give us enough light," Harry suggested.

"What the hell are you doing so lovey-dovey with your sister, Mike?"

Cynthia wanted to know.

"Well, she is my sister," Mike answered illogically on the way out of the kitchen. He had put his arm back around Judy, but on the outside of the raincoat this time.

"We'll do what we want," Judy insisted, ignoring the way the unbuttoned raincoat flapped open to expose her.

"Come on, Cynthia, those two are weird," Paul snorted.

"It'll be a pleasure," Cynthia snapped.

In front of the television, Cynthia and Paul sat close together on one side of the suitcase, Mike and Judy on the other. In the middle, facing the TV and the suitcase, sat Harry.

Deliberately, Judy snuggled close against her brother, nestling under his arm. She rested one band on his thigh. The raincoat hung open enough to display one of her firm young breasts and one thigh as she sat with her legs folded under herself. She noticed that Paul, seeing the way she was sitting, drew Cynthia in against him.

Harry picked up stack after stack of money and riffled through each before setting it to one side or the other.

Judy let her hand slide up her brother's thigh. She was feeling warmer and sexier every minute. His arm felt strong and comforting after the endless tension and worry of the last few days. Her fingers found a solid ridge under his pants and she scratched one nail along it delicately. It responded by swelling and growing. His arm tightened around her. Turning her back on him slightly, she tugged his hand down over her shoulder, down to cup her still-covered breast.

Paul and Cynthia glared at Mike and Judy, as Cynthia encouraged Paul to cup and massage one of her breasts through her clinging black T-shirt.

Judy pinched the hardening shaft of her brother's prick, testing its hardness and steadily in creasing size.

"It all seems to be here," Harry reported, apparently oblivious to what his four compatriots were doing. "I've got it separated by denomination.

The bundles of cash are already counted."

"Let's split it up," Paul suggested. "So Cynthia and I can get the hell out of here?"

"What's your hurry, Paul?" Judy asked nastily. "Got ants in your pants?"

Paul's grip on Cynthia's small breast tightened. "Not for you!"

"Cut it out, you guys," Mike ordered.

"Us! What about you two?" Cynthia retorted.

"I'll make five equal stacks," Harry announced calmly. He began to shift the bundles of money around.

Defiantly, Judy pulled the raincoat back to bare the breast under her brother's hand. His fingers curled over the soft, exciting mound and her nipple burned against his palm. She noticed how Paul's eyes raked over her and decided to make her ex-boyfriend really sweat. With an easy shrug, she shed the raincoat. Abruptly naked, she snuggled next to her brother. His hand was still caressing her bare boob. She gripped his stiff, hard prick, through his pants.

Cynthia's eyes flashed with anger. Until now she had regarded Mike as hers. Obviously, something had happened. With his own sister, no less!

Well, she decided to just let him see what he was giving up. Paul would appreciate what she had to offer even if Mike didn't. She let Paul pull her T-shirt up, then slipped gracefully out of it. Her small, shapely breasts quivered and her pert nipples stiffened quickly. She tucked herself under Paul's arm as one of his hands found her breasts, brushing from one small, firm mound to the other, and then back. Reaching over, she found Paul's fly and ran the zipper down. A few awkward seconds of prying and his cock was free, a hard hot leaping poker. She curled her fingers around it possessively.

Harry glanced up. His eyes took in both Judy's nudity and Cynthia's topless state. He gulped hard and his hands shook as he continued dividing up the money. His cock was suddenly uncomfortable in his pants, causing him to shift and twist awkwardly.

"Aw, shit," Harry swore, "now I lost track."

"Getting too hot for you?" Judy asked him softly.

"No! Of course not," Harry squeaked nervously. "That's good," Judy purred. She was working to free Mike's cock. After she had, she wrapped her small hand around its huge, warm length.

"Have to start over again," Harry sighed, pushing the stacks of money together. His eyes kept hopping from Judy's nude body to Cynthia's slender bare torso, then back to the money. A film of sweat gleamed on his face. His cock was painfully cramped by his tight pants. Finally, the pain got to be too much for him. Since Paul and Mike both had their cocks out, why shouldn't he? Unzipping his own fly, he freed his long, skinny prick. It stood out from his lap like a flagpole, its cap looking bluish in the flickering light from the television.

Judy let her legs slide farther and farther open, to expose the heart of her sex. Her knee nudged Mike's leg as she slid it outward. Mike let his free hand glide over the soft, satiny skin of the inside of her thigh.

His fingers slid up and down that sleek column, from her knee almost all the way up to her pussy. Every stroke took his hand closer and closer to her thick bush. Judy shivered with every caress of her sensitive flesh.

Her hips squirmed and shifted restlessly. She wriggled carefully, sliding her buttocks for ward. Her brother's fingers tickled into her pubic bush, then pressed her labia, seeking, then finding, the oozing slit. His fingers slipped into her soft, wet folds.

Cynthia's jaw tightened as she watched. Right there in the open Judy was letting her brother feel her up. Hussy! Well, two could play that game.

Unfortunately, it wasn't quite as easy when you were wearing pant.

Awkwardly, Cynthia unfolded her long, graceful legs and unfastened her pants. Squirming them down under her slender hips, she skinned them down her legs and off. She wasn't wearing any underpants. She curled her slender, graceful body next to Paul.

Paul didn't need any invitation. He slid his hand up the sleek length of Cynthia's thigh and probed his fingers into her sparse blonde bush, prying them into her pussy. Cynthia writhed sensuously under his touch, fire blazing through her as he stimulated her sensitive folds.

Mike turned to his sister, his fingers sunk in her steaming, soaking crotch. The sight of his former girl friend under Paul's hands made him burn with jealousy. Let her have Paul-Judy was enough woman for any man.